#gin i love u

[bachirasbodyguard]

only the most muscular of men call cats widdle baby

[swordfangs]

FORGOTTEN FANGS — THE WOLF

[faaun]

we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆

[zukkaoru]

still thinking about aku and gin joining the sheep au. where chuuya and aku both end up in the mafia after the events of fifteen but gin is left behind. aku thinks gin was killed and gin believes aku freely chose to leave them despite promising to come back. gin ends up with the ada. they're offered a position working as a clerk and ranpo is like no.. they should be a detective. even though they don't have an ability. but everyone trusts ranpo's judgment, so gin gets to be a detective. they rarely speak and don't say much about their past beyond the fact that they're an orphan and grew up in the slums but they're a very diligent worker

and then a year or so into their employment, dazai shows up. the same dazai who took gin's brother away from them. his past is a mystery to everyone else and there's seemingly no record of him previously existing but gin knows who he is. how could they ever forget

[joelletwo]

head in my hands the final gintoki.

[tamariixs]

QUEER/NEURODIVERGENT YTTD HEADCANONS!!!!!!

these are kinda lazy bot GOOOD IM SO FUCKIJNGF TIREDD

[fiftypiercings]

I shouldn't be the only one who thinks orv and gintama are alike...

[chuuyanakaahara]

hey, you. you, there.

do you want a fic about junichirou accidentally joining the port mafia for a little while before getting to go back to the ADA with a hint of tachihara & tanizaki, the hunting dogs, junichirou backstory, the full nine yards?

do you also want it in a cozy little 17,896 one-shot?

boy, do i have the fic for you! here is taste of fear

featuring some fun dialogue such as:

“What, you think you’d be a better assassin than a detective?”  “Probably, yeah.”  “Then why do you stay with the Agency?” 

and

“Stop thinking so fucking loudly, it’s annoying,” Tachihara says with a huff, his voice just as whiny as it was earlier and, dare Junichirou to think it, even more annoying than beforehand. “They’re not that bad, and we’re not going to jump you.”  “That’s exactly what someone who was going to jump me would say.”  “You don’t get out much, do you?” 

[raging-bisexual76]

i think gagamaru has a scent kink like he is huffing you like glue. def pockets several pairs of your panties.

Yesyesyes

Just thinkin about his face pressed up against your clothed pussy, inhaling your scent as his pupils become more and more blown. Between each huff he takes, he laps and sucks at you through the cloth, occasionally dragging his teeth against your clit. If you run your fingers through his hair and across the scar on his ear, his hips will twitch as he tries to bury himself deeper into your scent.

Could you imagine him handing your now cum stained panties back to you in front of people?? Like at first you're confused, questioning what the hell he's handing you and wondering why this thing feels the way it does. Only for you to unfold it and realize it's your throughly used panties. And he just stares down at you with his head tilted to the side, unfazed by his teammates potentially seeing them.

Alsoalso I feel like one of his favorite things to do is eat you out and the thing is, is he doesn't even have to be good at it. He'll be down there going at it for /h o u r s/. Gin will eat you out until he decides he's done, or you have to physically push his head back because he's overstimulating you.

Now I'm trying to not think abt him draping himself across my back as he goes to town on the gooch or cockwarming him as we take a break on our hike through the woods

All in all l, he's a scent lovin, predator/prey kink enjoyin, oral fixation having boy with sensitive ears

[yippee-optimistically]

watched a few episodes of fraggle rock off this random DVD we had um. natural progression of my Muppet era

[godkilller]

SHE LIED WELL FOR WHAT SHE WAS; A FLOWER CAUGHT IN A STORM, and Gin contemplated her with an eerie tip of his head to one side, as though deciding whether or not to humor her redirect. He saw through it well enough, knew even without the taste of their reiatsu in the air who had done this to her. He could smell the jealousy and spite a mile away, the bitterness and bickering of lowlifes wishing to become the center of Aizen Sousuke's world -- when no one could draw his eye, especially when so pathetic and hasty. As Gin languidly stepped forward, he brushed past Orihime in favor of absently surveying the disarray -- dismissive, seemingly, of her state and as though he falsely needed a closer look to discern what happened.

He saw in her the dislike for conflict, so her lie was predictable enough, the protectiveness of her assailants not necessarily a full bloom of compassion, but a weak dive for control. In another instance perhaps Gin could've taunted her for trying to play him off like a fool, but he wasn't in the combative and cruel mood most perceived him to constantly linger within. Pale fingers picked a stray petal up, flicking it away after the idle gesture served its cause. He watched it flutter to the pale tile flooring at his feet.

Perhaps he was feeling cruel, but not the senseless kind that sought to bite simply to see how the recipient thrashed. There were many veils within Las Noches; deceptive corridors that changed once one turned their backs on them, smoke and mirror tricks -- and then the entirety of Kyoka Suigetsu. But there was another veil lesser known, and he sought to shred it. They played friends -- well, she had, at least, and Gin had played along, dumbing himself down to seem less threatening, slouching to seem smaller, smiling in a less sinister way, playful even, teasing, saying funny things... it was high time she caught a glimpse of validation for her wariness of him, even if she had made a point to bury it as of late.

❝ -- ah, course you tripped. You've always been awfully clumsy, haven't ya? ❞ The air did not lessen its chilling bite. The thrum of his presence remained a slithering shadow, white cloak flowing in his next few swaying steps in a lazy circle around the perimeter of her room. Her cell. Her prison. They were both imprisoned here, though she hardly knew that and Gin held no intention of allowing that sentiment to become known. The ache of homesickness ran deep, a thick sickness that threatened to choke him.

Gin grinned sharply. Disgusting.

❝ A pity Ulquiorra seems so inept at his duty, though, hm? Havin' no sense of security. And lettin' ya have glass like this -- well, maybe you ain't the type to slit throats with a broken shard, or turn it onto yourself to get th' last laugh. Either way, y'could've really gone 'n fucked things up with that whole resolute attitude y'got goin' for ya, steelin' yourself like you're gonna make some big move. Don't tense up so much or pause so long before sayin' whatcha say ---- makes your bullshit stand out more. ❞ A sharp hidden gaze cut whilst still remaining out of sight, a squint half-shaded by a mess of silver strands cast across his brow.

Her ploy tasted familiar, if only because he himself had lied about stray blood in his hair once, laughing it off as though he had struck his head yet healed the wound, forgetting to wash out the blood that most certainly hadn't been his own. She was planning something by the look in those eyes; she reminded him of -- ... all steel-eyed, pouty even, so utterly determined. Part of him felt sick from the comparison, a foul scent of bitter nostalgia, and the other felt an immense pity ---- neither of them could control a damn thing in either of their scenarios.

All of her resolve and power meant nothing when Aizen Sousuke wanted something. In the end, nothing mattered at all when that man decided he wanted to use her, use anyone and everyone, to achieve something. And if Aizen said the command for it now, Gin would have killed her where she stood regardless of any sentimental attachments made thus far. She was, ultimately, not worth ruining his century's worth of plotting. He'd make it quick, relatively painless. His words will sting more.

❝ If you're gonna plan to do somethin'... you oughtta act like you have somethin' else planned instead. Better yet; don't. There ain't nothin' you can do that cap'n Aizen ain't already aware of as a possibility, 'n nothin' you can do to trick him into thinkin' you ain't gonna try. So don't. Or I'll stop ya myself. ❞

Stepping toward her rather than around her, Gin imparted a smooth and lighter tone, as though remembering something pleasing. ❝ Ah... and I'll haveta stop by 'n ask Loly 'n Menoly if they know anythin' bout this lil mishap. I'm sure they must've at least heard ya trip 'n cause this mess given how recently I sense they must've stopped by. ❞

Gin brushed past her again, ghostly and fluid in his swift steps toward the door. He raised a sleeve-draped hand off to his side whilst departing, sparing a peek of slender fingers and thin wrist in a languid wave.

❝ -- see ya 'round, kid. Try not to trip again~! ❞

@rejekshun continued from this.

[willfullwanderer]

the man the myth the densetsu if u will

[sickficideas]

four sick akutagawa wips bc he's my favorite child...my whump princess. my sickfic angel

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

"We are so lucky to have you." + tachihigugin? 👀💞

"We are so lucky to have you." Higuchi smiled at Tachihara as she cleaned out a wound from the mission they'd just returned from. He winched, "It feels like all I did was fuck up back there." Higuchi frowned, glancing back at Gin, who was cleaning their blades. They returned the gaze, then looked to Tachihara, shaking their head. "You did nothing of the sort." Higuchi looked back at him, beginning to bandage the injury as Gin went over and sat next to Tachihara. They gently leaned against his shoulder. "You took a bullet for me." They murmured. "But you shouldn't even have been in the line of fire-" "It was my error. Not yours." They lifted their head up, tone a little firmer. Tachihara sighed, "..Alright." Higuchi set the bandages down, and silence settled over them. After a beat, she suggested softly, "Maybe we should take the rest of the day off?" Neither of the others protested.

[wurmwizzard]

Uhhhhhh who let this demure old man in da club? He got his sweater on oh lord

[crowshoots]

having the random urge for smth quick fast and easy so what if u liked this and i wrote you an antagonistic/banter-heavy/rival one - liner --