#gintoki x reader

[aiizenn]

men who constantly send you money so you can get your nails and lashes done. of course it’s for your own benefit, but also for his. it turns him on—they’re perfect for giving head. his cock hardens when he feels your hand around him with beautifully done nails. not too long and not too short, just the perfect size to feel them with your grip. you give his tip kitty licks as your other hand makes its way to his abdomen, feeling his tense muscles.

“that’s it, such good little slut.” dirty praises leaving his lips. “eyes up princess” and you listened. your doe eyes decorated with lashes, every blink made you look more innocent and desperate. “so pretty f’me, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth, yeah” every word making you want more, so you take in his length and start bobbing your head. both hands on each side of his hips, as you deep throat him. his large hands gripping your hair and pulling you in. your throat aching from the roughness, your breath is limited but that doesn’t stop him. “keep lookin’ at me” your eyes flutter as you make contact with him once again. the lashes adorning your eyes that were filled with tears.

he hisses when he feels your nails on his hips; tagged with the gagging sound that echoed the room. his length pulses in your mouth as his climax reaches, small curses fall from his mouth when he pulls you in one last time. there is a loud ‘pop’ sound when he removes himself from you and releases his hot creamy cum on your face. tapping his cock on your lips to open wide and drink every drop. his strong grip picks you from the floor and throws you onto the bed. “you sucked me dry, sweetheart. now it’s my turn.” he growls as he buries his head in your needy cunt. your pretty nails playing with his hair for more, like a good little slut.

༊ * · ˚ shunsui, urahara, renji, gin, toji, nanami, geto, gintoki, hijikata, eren, reiner, kishibe, kakashi, million knives, adrian tepes, uzui

[carleycore]

one night stand! x reader

where you cry knowing it was the best orgasm and sex you’ve ever had and you’ll experience something that good again

TOJI, Yami, Bakugo, Sukuna, Todoroki, Nanami, Miguel, Hawks, Terushima, Eren, Levi, Ushijima, Gintoki

[ziinesso]

After a long hesitation, you admitted.

"I'd like to comfort you, but I don't know how..."

There was no hesitation on his part.

"Hug me. Hug me tightly. And don't let go."

- wiper (op) ; nanami (jjk) ; aki (csm) ; levi (aot) ; obito (nt) ; gintoki (gt)

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Missed You {Sakata Gintoki}

Pairing: Gintoki Sakata x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: none

Gintoki always thought he appreciated you. As it turned out, after one week of you being gone to help Katsura with some business, he did appreciate you but not enough. Kagura and Shinpachi behaved way better with you around, that Ayame was not around... his life in general was much easier.

And not once in his life would have imagined that he would actually have a girlfriend, let alone wake up thinking of someone. But he did think of you, every single day and he hoped that whatever business Katsura had asked you to help him with, would end soon so he could see you again.

"If you wake her up I'll kill you!"

Was it Kagura yelling to whoever was inside that scared him or Otose leaning against the door? Gintoki didn't know but when Kagura repeated the same exact sentence, him and Shinpachi exchanged a worried look.

Before he could even ask Otose about what was going on, the old woman walked away, a knowing smile on her face.

With a hand on his wooden sword and the other scratching the top of his head, Gintoki signalled Shinpachi to open the door of the Odd Jobs.

"Gin!" Ayame's attention drifted to him, leaving an ever angrier Kagura behind.

"No wonder she was yelling..." Shinpachi sighed and walked in.

"Gin-chan..." The young girl approached him pouting and Gintoki looked down, keeping Ayame in arm's length from hugging him. "She came here shouting and..." Kagura looked around before motioning him to lean over so she could whisper in his ear. He gladly did. "She's sleeping."

Gintoki's eyes widened despite him trying to show as little emotion as possible. He tried to ignore the way his heart began beating faster, the way the palms of his hands began sweating. In front of Kagura and Shinpachi he wanted to be the cool Gintoki he always was -mostly to save himself from their teasing.

But in a matter of seconds he was in his room. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to get used to this feeling. He hoped the answer was yes and he hoped that if you ever happened to leave again, coming back tired, he wouldn't have to wake you up. You looked so peaceful sleeping but he just.... he had to listen to your voice, search for any injuries because that idiot Katsura had never told him what kind of job he needed you for.

"Gintoki?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering open and he swore his breathing stopped.

Gintoki is not someone who is good with expressing his feelings. He knows that better than anyone and he won't try to change it. So he hoped his tight hug, the way he was clenching onto the back of your shirt -technically his shirt, since you were wearing the clothes he usually wears to sleep- would count the same as him saying that he missed you. Because he had. He had missed you so much and he just didn't know what to say.

So he hoped that was enough.

[lovehotelreservation]

Wait wait the sample prompt sounds real fun tho, if we're still good to request them then I know my vote.

A week in the dog house after an argument has Gintoki at his neediest. If trying to make amends with strawberry parfaits wasn't gonna cut it, then giving you the dicking of a lifetime on Sunday starting at 9:23 AM will !!! (Makeup sex, creampie)

"Man, even a week away from the bed with you has me feeling like K*rito from Sw*rd A*t Onl*ne in that one light novel chapter..."

Upon chugging the last of his Pokari bottle and tossing it over his shoulder, Gintoki rubbed at his eyes with a yawn.

Being awake before 12 in the afternoon was rather early for him, especially on a Sunday.

However...

The moment his hands reached for your thighs once more, the soft plush sensation of your skin against his palms reignited the fire that was usually dulled in his maroon irises.

He did not dare to waste a moment longer, soon sheathing his hardened cock back inside your sopping core, a mess of your slickness and his seed already flooding out from the countless times he had cum inside of you within the morning alone.

Grateful as he was to have a taste of this sinfully sweet sensation, he was most thankful to be able to press his chiseled body right onto yours, his lips hungering to smother down onto yours. Before he went on to indulge himself with kiss after kiss, his eyes met yours--one shutting in a quick wink as he cheekily grinned.

"I'm real sorry for being a moron, but damn after night after night on the couch, I can't wait to stay on top of you all day long!!!"

[doki-doki-imagines]

hii, i couldn’t find in your rules whether you do nsfw but if you do could i please request cockwarming headcanons with gintoki and also katsura please 🫶🏼

tw: smut, gintoki degrades reader

Gintoki Sakata: -You bring that up. You don't know what you signed up for. -Gintoki. Lazy and sadist. A terrible combo for cockwarming. -He keeps you sitted there, between his warm chest and his desk, completely dressed. Just a tiny space left open to keep you connected. -People go in and out, making you jump and tighten up, but Gintoki doesn't move a muscle. His voice doesn't tremble. Not a gasp or a twitch. -Has your boyfriend been substituted by a cyborg? You are going dumb, for sure what is inside you is warm and human. -You look behind you, searching for his eyes. At least, they are fogged, pupils wide. -If you act good and don't move around, the surprise comes at the end of the day. -"Fuck, I know you are a good little whore. F-Following your master-" His thrust are restless. -He says you acted well, but he doesn't treat you nicely. Gintoki only goal is to make you both cum as hard as possible. -If you don't see white at the end, it means Gintoki didn't do a good job. -Do you dare to move before he decides it is enough? Get ready to punished. -"You slut. You ask for something this time consuming, and at the end, you don't even appreciate it?" His rough finger grabs your hair, pulling your head back on his shoulder, his other slap your thigh before groping the covered flesh. "Misbehaving harlots need to be punished."

Koutaro Katsura: -You think that as a samurai, he has a lot of patience. -You think that since Koutaro follows bushido rules, he won't back down. -Wrong. Both of them. -Zura is desperate the moment his dick is inside you. -He whines and twitches under you, hands leaving indent in your thighs. -"Why should we stop-" Koutaro whines, thrusting his hips upward as best as he can. -The guy is in abstinence. Between running away from the police and contrive new plans, his mind is always elsewhere. -And if casually, it goes back to you, Koutaro won't simply jerk off. He'll think of something else, and if persistent, he will take a freezing shower. -So, after so long, your warmth is literally paradise to him. -I don't think what you do can be considered cockwarming because it lasts a few minutes max. -Feel free to use him as you prefer, Koutaro will make sure it won't last long (lol). -Also gives him a lot of kisses after. It doesn't look like it, but Koutaro needs affection.

[fgs-kira]

Hanabi 🎆✨

So cute ❤️

[strawberrytoki]

kiss it better

sakata gintoki x nurse!reader

a/n: this is my first fic ever! I hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1,141

c/w: none! just toothrotting fluff and kissing.

It was yet another excruciatingly hot day in the land of Edo, and Gintoki was not exactly having the time of his life. He lay on the couch, fully sprawled out and lazily fanned himself with that week's JUMP manga. He let out another guttural groan and threw a shoe at shinpachi, hitting him in the head.

'' Oi, be of use and go find us something to cool ourselves with."

Poor Shinpachi rubbed his head, scowling at him. "Broke as you are, you're the one with the funds here you know?"

Having given up on the possibility of negotiation, gintoki picked himself up and made his way to the door.

"Where are you headed?" kagura questioned.

"I'm getting us some ice lollies, it's all we can afford anyway."

And so, gintoki headed out on the street, dragging his feet in a lazy demeanor and looking for the ice lollipop vendor. After eventually finding him, he bought a few, popped one in his mouth and started making his way back home.

Something brought his journey back to a halt though, or rather, someone.

There you were, moving boxes in to the house across the street, with some help from the moving truck drivers. You were clad in your scrubs, indicating that you were either heading to, or coming from work. The beads of sweat on your forehead and slightly disheveled hair suggested the latter though.

You and the workers were wrapping things up as gintoki got closer to passing your residence. He noticed that you rushed into your house and came back out with a plate of what seemed to be....homemade strawberry shortcake.

You offered some to the workers and flashed them a bright smile. They eagerly accepted, got in their truck, and rode away.

You noticed a curious pair of eyes set on you, and turned to acknowledge them.

"Hey there, you live around here?" you asked, greeting him with a wave.

"Huh? oh yeah yeah, right around the block actually, I run the odd jobs place." He said, staring into the sky and scratching his head, trying to feign nonchalance.

"I've heard quite a few things about you guys." you announced

"Our reputation precedes us, that could be either a good or bad thing." Gintoki pondered.

"Good things." you continued, almost as if you could read his mind.

"Ha, I see, though I find that hard to believe..." His mind drifted to his less-than efficient partners and their lackluster resumé. "So you're a nurse, right?"

"What gave that away?" You joked "but yes, I am one, now if you excuse me, I have to get myself out of these scrubs. It was nice meeting you...?"

"Gintoki. Sakata Gintoki."

"Pleasure, I'm (name)"

Days passed by since gintoki's encounter with the new captivating neighbor. He often found himself thinking about you and the delicious treats you'd bake from time to time, they were so aromatic, he could smell them when he stepped outside. He also found himself thinking about the warm smile you'd flash people and wondered what it would feel like to be a cause for one.

Gintoki then thought of what he felt was the most brilliant idea he's had in a while. "KAGURA." he shouted.

"What?" Kagura entered the room with sleepy eyes.

"I need you to injure me."

"Is that because you want the nice lady down the block to treat you? She's way out of your league and wouldn't settle for you, you also carry with you the stench of poverty whereve-"

"Can you do it or no? Goddamn it." His patience was clearly running out.

"Fine..." Kagura then knocked gintoki out clean, with a quick hit to his left ankle. Even though he was in tooth-gritting pain, he was still a man on a mission, so he made his way out the house and towards the direction of your house.

"ARGHHHHH" He winced, holding his head up in pain and limping.

you were taking your bag out of your car, preparing to head inside when you heard someone shout in what seemed to be agonizing pain. It was your neighbor Gintoki, limping around with a swollen, almost futile ankle.

"Oh my god, Gintoki are you alright?" You hurried to him, holding him by his side and heading towards your house.

"Yeah it's no biggie, just a minor injury." He answered. You helped him into your house and slowly helped him descend into the couch.

"How'd this happen?" You questioned him with concern all over your face. "Just some rascal with his motorcycle." He made up a lie on the spot. "Hmm, that's odd...there are no skid marks on the ankle."

"Yeah...I guess it was a new motorcycle..." He looked around, trying to sell his lie.

You went to work straight away, helping treat and wrap up his ankle.

Afterwards, you served him a slice of pie you had made the night before, which he enthusiastically annihilated.

"Don't do anything to strain your ankle, and you should be fine soon!" You smiled at him, glad that he was now okay.

"Yes ma'am. Thanks again for the pie, do I owe you anything?" Not that he had any business asking, as he didn't have shit to his name.

"Nope! service on the house! take care now." You sent him off, not thinking much of what just happened.

Meanwhile, Gintoki marched home, feeling triumphant over this little encounter. He already had a few ideas of what was to come next.

Over the next few weeks, he'd fake several minor injuries just so he could see you, and get a little treat out of it. At first, you were unsuspecting of him, thinking he just had a streak of bad luck, but eventually started catching on to his tactics.

One day, he stumbled in your house holding his head and groaning.

"I have the meanest concussion right now..."

"Sit on the couch, I'll treat you in a minute."

Having figured out his cunning scheme, you were planning on confronting him, but not in a direct way. You took a cold compress and started making your way towards him.

"You know...for someone with a concussion, you seem to have found your way to the couch quite easily." You inched closer, still holding the compress to his head.

"Uh..uh yeah I suppose it's a mild one." he started to look around, avoiding eye contact.

You slowly put the compress down, still looking him dead in the eye and inching closer yet again. You then pressed a firm kiss to his head, right where you were holding the compress, and watched him turn into a blushing mess.

"This should help make you feel better for now, and the next time you wanna visit, know you don't have to be 'injured' "

Gintoki just sat there, for about five minutes. Dumbfounded, and not knowing how to respond.

[souglias]

Remember To Throw Your Expired Milk [GINTOKI]

Just because an era has passed, doesn't mean everything from then is lost.

c/w: self-indulgent, may have some timeline inaccuracies, mentions of the Joui War, mentions of injuries and scars

Gintoki x gn!reader (reader is implied to be smaller than him for a small part)

word count: 4.7k words (I'm sorry guys)

note: This fic serves an outlet for me, so when I mean self-indulgent, I really mean it!! Please let me know if you think I missed any content warnings. Border is a cropped frame from the Gintama The Final movie :)

cross-posted on AO3 (accessible from my profile)!

All likes and reblogs are appreciated!

The morning before you leave for the Joui war is a chilly autumn, with the last leaves barely hanging onto their branches. The four of you were to leave together: You, Gintoki, Takasugi and Katsura.

This particular morning, it is just you and Gintoki in the abandoned house that Takasugi and Katsura also lived in. Both of them have gone out for a bit. You didn’t know for what, but the house feels a little empty without the two.

Gintoki is keenly aware of you standing behind him, your eyes burning holes into his hands that are tightening his headband. He is about to attach his sword but decides to drop his hands to his sides instead, shaking them.

With his back still facing you, he spits, "Go back to Edo tonight. You have no use on the battlefield."

The monotonous banter, usually akin to a relentless fly, stings this time. It takes only a moment for him to realise the possible weight of his words. Tentatively, he looks over his shoulder at you. 

Gintoki doesn't know if he is more than a friend to you, but he would carry all your burdens and sorrow if it meant you wouldn’t enter the battlefield with them. If he has to choose his life or yours, he will choose yours. He would do anything if it meant that you would tease him about his natural perm or jab him playfully at his sides again. 

So, when he meets your unwavering yet melancholic gaze, he breaks the eye contact that barely lasts. His feet become a little heavier each time he sees you with that face. The more he trudges forward, the more he has to lose.

"I'm not useless. You know I can fight. Didn’t know you had such a shit impression of me."

You can, and you fight well. 

“But you don’t need to fight. You should protect your ass when you can and live. You’ve always been a scared kid anyway. Oh, who was the one who used to be intimidated by me?”

You retort back, but there’s no bite in it. “Shut your ass trap. I’m not chickening out now. You sound like the one who’s scared now.”

Gintoki’s heart is trembling. He sees the grim reaper preparing for its shift to make rounds and he does not want to see you among a pile of corpses. 

He flicks your forehead, takes your headband anyway and wraps it around your head. You too, carry the same pent-up fury from the Kansei Purge as everyone else. You have your grievances to air in your way too. Hell, if you asked him not to fight, he would have called you an idiot and ignored you.

His arms hover around your head as he ties a knot securely at the back of your head. Your head is almost on his chest, and his mind wanders to how close you are to him. 

“It hurts.”

“Ah, sorry.” 

His hands move to loosen your headband, but you rest one hand on his forearm to stop him. You stare straight into his chest and your free hand fidgets with the side of your pant leg. Gintoki realises that you are thinking about so much more than the headband. 

If he could even be audacious, he thinks he knows what you are thinking of. 

He tries to think of something to say. For a split moment, he even considers a hug. Even though it’s not something he has ever been good with. But before he gets to do anything at all, Takasugi creeps up from behind him.

“I can’t believe you guys. Getting all touchy-feely before the fight?” 

Gintoki immediately steps back, creating some distance between the two of you. He hurls some insults at Takasugi and the two of them bicker. When Katsura returns, instead of breaking up the fight, he joins in their nonsensical argument that is not even about the two of you anymore.

You take in this scene and etch it in your mind. This is the perfect time to have time halt if it is ever possible.

The four of you set out when it was time. As you attach your sword to your side, Gintoki comes up to you with his faux nonchalance. His eyes wander everywhere for a bit, one of his hands rubs the back of his head and the other seems to be lost on what to do. "You already know this, but do me a favour and buy me some strawberry milk on your next trip to the convenience store again. Keep them in the fridge.” 

He pauses as he watches your face shift from confusion to understanding.

“It has to be the Azuri brand one! Don't you dare drink it."

Your hand resting on the handle of your sheathed sword tightens.

“Okay, you better fucking come for it.”

Gintoki catches you with that melancholic smile again. He bumps your arm gently with his fist. Noticing you walk with less of a drag in your feet, he assumes it is good enough.

(You are always so difficult for him.)

Sometime towards the end of the Joui war, when the bodies all start to pile up and the soldiers are all weary, he loses sight of you. His eyes can no longer find the silhouette he has become so familiar with and his ears cannot find the rhythm of your steps that he has memorised by heart. You do not return to base when night falls. 

The voices all say you’re dead and gone, but Gintoki tries to protect the flickering flame of hope in his heart as he continues to fight. You promised him a carton- no, cartons of strawberry milk. You are far from stupid to take a promise to the afterlife with you. 

But when the Joui war ends, he disappears, just like everyone else. Along with the dying fire in his heart that he wilfully thought he could protect. Hope is a heavy thing to carry after all that has happened. 

The Amanto, who had kept you in a dark room for what felt like weeks, releases you into a world you are no longer familiar with. You find out that it’s only been days and that you were originally to be executed the next day. 

The sky is cluttered with more spaceships and the sun feels a little more cruel than you knew it to be. You walk with no aim, looking back now and then, thinking that you hear familiar voices. It goes on till the sight of the convenience store you frequented with your friends slowly pulls you back to reality. The weight of your emotions kicks in when you hear the welcome chime of the store. Your wounds start to weep and your muscles burn as you limp towards the refrigerator of cooled drinks. 

With a throat full of screams you bite back, you place a few cartons of strawberry milk from the barren refrigerator of the convenience store into your arms. Large ones to keep in the fridge, small ones in the event he wants to bring it out. The counter staff asks you if you are okay while he packs your purchases, but you simply brush him off.

As you drag your unwilling feet into the town that spells a lonely journey into the future, the carton of strawberry milk treads too to its expiration date. 

(How naive of you, to think Edo would be the town you could call home with everyone you cared about and the one man you loved.)

-

You wander within the city after you receive treatment, searching for a sign of anyone you know. Eventually, you traverse out of Edo. 

Whenever someone mentions the Four Heavenly Kings, you find your spirit to be lifted, only to be let down without fail. It is a name that strangers use so freely and carelessly. The four you know are now only legends, reduced to mere tales. They are unreachable, even as someone who has grown with them. You start to think maybe they are dead. Maybe you have just been searching for a time that has ceased to exist.

(Besides, you may have escaped death when you were released, but you think a part of you died that day too.)

It’s a long time before you force yourself to get your shit together. When you return to Edo, you see wanted posters of Katsura everywhere, the corners already peeling. One, hangs on by a small strip of tape, at a lamp post outside a humble ramen shop on the outskirts. You get a job at this ramen shop, and you stare at Katsura’s mugshot as you work until the poster gets blown away one day. With your pay, you get by and live in a simple rented apartment nearby.

When you finally bump into Katsura himself, you think you’re seeing the distant light at the end of the winding tunnel. He manages to fill you in on a bit, but takes off soon due to his predicament. The bare, discreet conversation you have with him ends up doing the opposite of what you hoped, whiffing out the little hope you carried instead. Sakamoto is assumed to be in space, which makes you a little relieved knowing he’s living his dream. But, the fact that the whereabouts of Gintoki and Takasugi are still uncertain makes you feel you’re still at square one. 

Despite the time that has passed, you still see Gintoki in many things. The Shounen Jump on the shelves. Anyone with their permed hair, even if it’s clearly artificial. And especially those fucking cartons of strawberry milk you keep. They are an anchor to your past and their tarnished, rusted edges dig into your skin. You want to throw them out so bad, but you can never bring yourself to. You stay at square one with these rotting cartons for the passing seasons.

On a chilly winter afternoon with snow that’s taking its time to fall, you find Gintoki when you pass through Kabukicho. Walking past Snack Otose, you catch a glimpse of a head of silver in your peripheral vision. 

You don’t recall when this… Yorozuya Gin-Chan came to be above Snack Otose. But you always pass Kabukicho in a hurry. Maybe it has always been there.

An old lady talks to him at his door, blocking him from your view on the ground floor. But you wouldn’t mistake that natural wavy perm of silver, even though all you see are strands peeking out from the sides of the old lady.

When she walks off with a face of frustration, you withdraw into a nearby alley in a flurry. You take in the scene of Gintoki with his exasperated look. He scratches his head a little and sighs, before he goes back inside. You take it as your sign to leave.

(Gintoki sees you. And he isn’t ready to talk to you either. Not with the way your fists clench. He immediately guesses what you’re feeling, if you have not changed immensely into someone different. He shakes away the urge to approach you and convinces himself again that just knowing that you are alive and warm is enough. He is content.)

The snow does not stop even when night falls. When Gintoki returns home, he turns the television on and stretches out with his feet propped up on his work desk. The doorbell rings and he sits up. His heart throbs, in anticipation for a certain someone. He tames it. Expectation is a potential recipe for disappointment.

When he opens the door, he finds you carrying two plastic bags. Your hands are very tightly wrapped around the handles. You refuse to look up at him.

“What? Asshole crawled back up from their grave? Not happy with what you got?”

You enter the house wordlessly and he shuffles out of your path. You drop the bags on the coffee table, causing a loud thud to resound in the room.

“Hey hey, the landlady downstairs is going to complain. She already came up bitching about the rent earlier this afternoon-”

“I owe you something. Did you forget?”

You pull a small carton of strawberry milk out of the bag and set it on the table. It is worn from weather and time. You rip open the top of the carton and the straw gets yanked out of the plastic, soon finding itself in the opening. 

Shoving the carton into his chest, you gather the courage to look him in the eye. The carton starts to wrinkle even more from your tightening grip. You hold it tighter, as if it would stop your tears from welling.

He notices the expiry date printed on the carton, which was more than one and a half years ago. His hand wraps around yours and he doesn’t let you slip them out.

“I don’t forget what people owe me that easily. Even if I died, I would demand for the guardians of hell to arrange a delivery to get them from you.”

Your grip loosens a little when you notice the soft, subtle smile on his face. There’s a lump in your throat again and you take a few deep breaths to stop it. The sound of the television fills the silence between the two of you for a bit.

“A little less than a year ago, I crossed paths with Zura. He told me both of you disappeared and didn’t know where you were.”

The next few words almost escape him. It makes you feel small and helpless to say it, even though he was right in front of you. “I thought maybe you died.”

A stray tear streaks down your cheek. He gently pries the milk from your hands and sets it down on the table.

(He thought you died too. Sure, without realising it, he started to carry hope in his heart again. But it felt like the weight of the world sometimes, and he had to carry it by dragging it across the ground. The possibility of you being six feet under rang so loud in his mind.

It only became lighter when he bumped into Katsura for the first time a few days ago. It was when he heard about you from Katsura. Gintoki headed down and watched you work in the ramen shop from the other side of the road. He left without approaching you. He didn’t know what he was going to say to you. Besides, seeing him could reopen old wounds and he didn’t want to do that to you. And just maybe, he was a little bit of a coward when it comes to you.

But he guesses it is all futile. You found him after all.)

With his thumb, he brushes your cheek. You notice scars on his arm that you don’t ever recall him having.

“You worry too much. It takes a lot to kill me.”

“But it hurt, didn’t it?”

It did. Even now, the wounds on his soul throb a little. He thinks he’s underestimated how much he missed you. “They’re just scratches.”

You inch towards him and put your arms around him for a hug. He tenses up at your touch, but he manages to loosen up and pats your back gently until you stop crying.

“Did you cry like that when you found Zura?”

“No.”

A stray smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t waste your tears on Zura.”

“So you’re saying it’s worth it to cry for you?”

Gintoki’s eyes dart off in another direction. “No. Don't cry for me again.”

The way his sentence seemingly hangs thickens the air between the two of you. He scoffs and sits down on the sofa. Refusing to make eye contact with you, he rubs the back of his head and frowns.

He is still the Gintoki you committed to your memory and love. Even as time passes, he still has the same habits. Even though his fashion sense has changed, you still see him adorn the same shades. You can still see the pureness of his soul even with the haze of time. Despite the tears, you find a hearty laugh rising up your throat. So you let it out. 

He freezes upon hearing your laugh and realises that he has not heard something so genuine from you for so long, even from before the two of you parted.

As he runs his fingers through his natural perm for the last time and stands up, he suggests, “Let’s go to the supermarket. We should get new cartons.”

You glance at the clock. “Sorry, maybe not today. It takes a while to get to the supermarket and I need to get back to my apartment too. I live on the outskirts.”

“I’ll send you back. I have a scooter now.”

“Wow, I assumed you couldn’t pay rent. Where did you get the money for that? Did you rob a bank? It’s well within the capabilities of the White Yaksha.”

His eyebrow twitches. “Quit yapping and move along. I bargained hard and relentlessly for a lower price.”

As both of you make your way to the scooter, you continue to make more snarky comments about how he got the scooter. When you see the scooter, you decide to make some more comments about the scooter, though you actually think it is a fine thing. He smacks you on the head, eliciting a giggle from you instead of what he thought would be a retort.

“Your home is so damned far away, you know,” Gintoki complains as he turns on the engine.

“You were the one who offered.”

Without much thought, you tease him as you sit behind him, “Then, where should I stay? With you?” 

You realise what you’ve asked and you’re about to make a comment to brush it off. But Gintoki plops a helmet on your head before you can do so, and starts the scooter. As he begins to drive off, you place your hands tentatively on his waist. He throws a glance over his shoulder at you. “Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get used to your hand on him and he can feel your tense hands slowly relax. With his eyes on the road in front of him, he’s not 100% sure, but he thinks you’re leaning in a little.

(The scooter doesn’t go as fast as those flashy sports cars the rich use to zoom around town. But you still get to the convenience store a lot quicker than you expected. It’s too fast, you feel like you will never have enough time with him. 

Even though he is right in front of you, the lost time makes the vast distance between the two of you so clear. It is one that you cannot cross now with your arms, even if you gathered the courage to wrap them wholly and tightly around him. The thought that he might disappear again will gnaw at you for a while.

That night, he pays for the strawberry milk. The two of you take the last two cartons of the Azuri brand he very much prefers. You take your time to sip on it during the ride, watching his wavy hair let loose in the wind and catch the lights of the slowly dwindling traffic around you.)

-

Gintoki gives you a face when he looks up from the grocery bag on the coffee table. His eyes fill with incredulity and his lips downturn dramatically. "What is this?"

You put up an air of innocence, teasing in a sing-song voice, "What's what?"

"THIS!"

He pulls out a carton of milk from the grocery bag with two fingers gripping it and waves it around hysterically.

"This is plain milk!"

"You're stating the obvious."

He drops the carton back into the grocery bag and yells out in exasperation, hands grasping at nothing in the air. You stifle a laugh.

"Still gives you the protein that you so absolutely love in your strawberry milk, doesn't it?"

He plops down on the sofa and crosses his arms. Eyebrow twitching, he begins a lecture.

"Listen [name]. Plain milk is not the same as strawberry milk. Strawberry milk is NOT just syrup or sugar getting added into milk."

You nod, pursing your lips so as not to let out a laugh at the bewildering he says and the ones he might say. 

His doctor highly recommended that he cut down on sugar. Based on your internet searches, strawberry-flavoured milk has more sugar than plain ones. And because you love your boyfriend so much, you decide to take it into your own hands to buy plain milk which would be much better for his health. Watching him become exasperated over it is just a huge cherry on top.

Sensing that you found his reasoning ridiculous, he whines and throws himself face down onto his sofa. You don’t bother to suppress your laughter when he starts kicking his feet. 

Out of nowhere, he jumps off the sofa and slides his wooden sword into his belt. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You offered to buy it because you planned this, right? Because the doctor said I had to reduce my sugar intake.”

How dare you, his beloved, commit such an act of betrayal to him! He adds a little shout in between his rambling. Then, adds, “Sugar is life, [name]! We have to go buy them now!”

He tugs at your arm and you refuse to budge. Initially, you reason that he can’t leave the house because Yorozuya’s opening hours aren’t over yet. As he tugs harder, you start to mock him for having such a sweet tooth, how he’s weak for being unable to go by without strawberry milk and how ungrateful he is for you. He retorts back saying you shouldn’t have backstabbed your boyfriend like that, and there’s nothing sinful with having a sweet tooth. In the end, he lifts you by your waist with his arm and out of the house into the spring evening. Conscious of the looks of onlookers, you smack him on his back harder and harder till he complains about how it hurts and puts you down.

Gintoki continues to lecture you about the strawberry milk as the two of you walk to the convenience store that opened months ago. In the five-minute walk, you let him go on about the difference and hum now and then as an indication that you are listening. At the same time, you imagine the pink cherry blossom buds overhead. You imagine the falling sakura blooms around him. A mental image of the blossoms in his silver hair surfaces.

When he finishes his sentence, you comment, “I think you could be a strawberry parfait too.”

“Huh?”

It’s now your turn to talk in this walk and Gintoki sees the vision you’re having. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you jab him at his side before he can say it.

When the two of you enter the store, he runs straight to the refrigerator. You trail behind him, already finding his arms full of large and small Maiji milk cartons although it has only been one minute. 

It has become normal for Gintoki to take the Maiji brand carton without a second thought. You can no longer find the Azuri brand milk in Edo anymore, and possibly the whole of Japan. It took him a little getting used to and some whining to you, but he has come to enjoy it. 

When you watch him try to arrange and squeeze everything into the basket, you think maybe your plan to help him cut down on sugar has backfired. Mans simply trying to stock up at this point. You end up having to do some convincing in that narrow aisle, with some other shoppers, for this manchild to put a few back.

From the refrigerator to the cashier and back to Yorozuya, Gintoki keeps pouting. You poke his cheek with his free hand, but all you get is a “hmph”. He’s not going to give in so easily! It takes so much more than paying for his sweets and saying he looks like a strawberry parfait!!

You think about offering to pay for his parfait, but you tell yourself not to give in to him. You want him to live a long life and die of old age, not go out way before his time in agony because of sugar.

Gintoki plops down at the corner of the sofa when the two of you return to Yorozuya. He starts reading the latest copy of Shounen Jump with one leg crossed on the sofa, sipping loudly on his milk in an attempt to irritate you. You sit on the other corner with your drink and magazine you bought yourself earlier, and you prop your feet on top of his lap. He smacks your feet once, but he lets you be as he always does. On other days, he enjoys doing it to you too. 

Every now and then, you look up to see him engrossed in his manga. Sometimes when you blink, you still see images of the past versions of him with Katsura and Takasugi at his side.

You get up and give him a kiss on the cheek, before heading to the stairs outside. He’s a bit caught off guard, but you leave him to process it.

On the street downstairs, a few kids scramble around, presumably to head home. Your mind wanders to the three boys you grew up with. There are still days you think you wake from your nap in the classroom to the three boys duking it out in the dojo. But when your bleary vision in the morning clears and you notice that the ceiling above is different from the one at Shoka Sonjuku, reality settles. It’s just a ruckus made by some kids outside. You stare at the ceiling, remembering that Takasugi is at large with his new comrades. You remember that Zura now has his own faction, which both you and Gintoki reject his relentless invitations to. You remember that Shoyo-sensei is gone. 

You hear the sliding door open behind you and Gintoki leans on the part of the ledge beside you. 

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Gintoki notices you running your finger back and forth on the grooved surface of the ledge. He places a kiss on your temple. A little hesitant at first, but he goes for it. He then shifts behind you slightly, resting his hand on top of yours. With his steady frame behind you, you lean back a little on him. 

(Gintoki wonders what Shoyo-sensei would think about the two of you. Hopefully, he approves, even though Shoyo had witnessed him disturbing you in class and outside of it. Hell, Shoyo even thought Gintoki was bullying you at one point and Gintoki had gone to lengths to prove otherwise. He would also argue that he was teasing you to get you to break out of your shell. Though in hindsight, maybe he had been a little mean about a few things.)

The wish to return to the bygone days still squeezes your heart with its agony. The days that Shoka Sonjuku was your home. Its invisible hands still try to grasp at the memories that are becoming ever-distant and drifting away in the stream of time. It is always the worst when you find resemblances that you find hard to ignore.

But everyone has found their place in this new era, including you. The night he dropped you off after reuniting, he asked you’ll come to Yorozuya again. You said you’d try, but no promises because it was far. Though, as you watched his receding figure ride back into the brightly lit town you once detested, you knew you would. 

You're glad you did. After all, you found a place with Gintoki. A place, in this still unfamiliar city, that you can finally bring yourself to call home again. 

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading this self-indulgent, monster of a fic <3

[carleycore]

me: “i wish more people wrote for this character “

also me: “wtf why don’t i write for them”

[ziinesso]

When he reappeared in your life, you had a hard time believing it. It had been too long, too many years had passed. You were no longer the same person. He was no longer the same man. Your interactions had lost their spontaneity. Your gazes had gained hesitation.

Yet, when the time for explanations came, sitting side by side, eyes fixed on the horizon, that hand reaching out to you, that finger brushing the palm of your hand, that slow and circular movement, that infinitely tender caress, said it all. Nothing had changed. His emotions had only matured. A story of timeless feelings, a connection that could not be lost.

- sasuke (nt) ; suna (hq) ; eren (aot) ; gojo (jjk) ; gintoki (gt)

[youatemylollipop]

How do you think Gintoki would react to his partner confessing to him that he's their first when they're about to get intimate and they're a little insecure and embarrassed about this fact? 🩷💌

A/N: OMG!!😳 I’m sorry! I just couldn’t stop myself from putting this GIF!😂

Ft: Sakata Gintoki (Gintama).

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Freaks out, as if the world is ending.

➵ Despite Gintoki's cool and unbothered demeanor most of the time, he's the most likely among the Gintama boys to react this way.

➵ He honestly doesn't know what to do, and it's more likely that his partner will end up taking care of him instead.

➵ I swear! He's not trying to be mean, but poor baby just really has no idea what he's supposed to do! 😭

➵ He doesn’t mind the fact that it’s their first time, of course! It’s just that he doesn’t know how to continue with this newfound information.

➵ He's probably going to be extremely awkward throughout the whole process, constantly worrying about where to place his hands and how rough to be.

➵ The worst part is that he's too shy to even ask questions about how his partner wants things to go! It's just too much for his manly ego to admit that he has no idea how to proceed! 😤 His partner will have no choice but to guide him through it all.

➵ And if his partner wants him to be rougher, then they'll have to literally snap at him to get some action. Otherwise, he'll continue with the whole 'my s/o is too fragile to handle me' act.

➵ Somehow, this guy has managed to mix awkwardness with smugness. I have no idea how it works, but it does with him.

➵ In the end, everything will depend solely on how his partner decides to deal with him.

➵ If they decide to be the sweetest thing on earth, he'll turn into the king of smugness for providing such a night of pleasure.

➵ However, if his partner decides to tease him, he'll become the most discreet little mouse they've ever seen, blushing at the smallest things.

➵ Ultimately, it's all up to their preference. 😉

You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit bedroom. You're lying next to Gintoki, who's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face.

You glance over at him, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you think back on what just happened. Despite his usual sarcastic demeanor, Gintoki had been surprisingly sweet and attentive, taking his time to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself.

You clear your throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "So... that was, um, nice," you say, feeling awkward despite yourself.

Gintoki chuckles softly, turning his head to look at you. "Just nice?" He teases, a smug grin crossing his face.

You roll your eyes, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. "Okay, it was amazing," you admit, snuggling closer to him.

Gintoki's expression softens, and he reaches out to run a hand through your hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, his voice low and gentle.

"You know, for someone who's been with other people before, you were surprisingly clueless," you tease him, earning a blush from the usually smug samurai.

He grumbles in response, "Hey, I never said I was a pro at this. I just go with the flow." You chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, but you know that he's actually just too shy to ask about your preferences.

"It's okay, Gintoki," you reassure him, reaching over to take his hand. "I enjoyed it all the same."

He squeezes your hand back, relief washing over his face. "Good, because I was really worried I was too rough."

You shake your head, "No, you were perfect."

He grins, "What can I say? I'm the king of providing pleasure."

You can't help but laugh at his arrogance, but you know that deep down he's just happy that he was able to make you feel good. You snuggle closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

There's a moment of silence as you both just lay there, enjoying each other's company. Then, Gintoki speaks up again. "You know, I'm not usually one for this kind of thing," he admits, sounding a little awkward.

You turn to look at him, curious. "What do you mean?"

Gintoki shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. "I mean... I'm not very good at the whole... emotional stuff," he says, frowning slightly. "I don't really know how to talk about my feelings or anything like that.”

You reach out to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That's okay," you say. "I'm not exactly an expert either."

Gintoki gives you a small smile, looking relieved. "Thanks," he says quietly. "I just don't want you to think I don't care or anything like that."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of affection for the lazy, sarcastic man lying next to you. "I know you care," you say, smiling. "In your own way."

Gintoki chuckles, sounding a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess I do," he says. "I mean, I wouldn't have done all this if I didn't care about you."

You feel a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his words, and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," you whisper.

Gintoki wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Anytime," he murmurs, his eyes sliding closed. You both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling content and happy.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Can I request Gintoki being upset because Kagura and Shinpachi are shocked because he’s dating his s/o who they think are out of his league

Overreacting {Gintoki Sakata}

A/n: ngl all of a sudden I had all those Gintoki requests, I don't even know why but I love them and hopefully I'll finally finish Gintama just so I can give you guys more detailed scenarios. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Gintoki Sakata x reader

Trigger warnings: none

When you walked into Odd Jobs that afternoon you could feel that there was tension in the atmosphere. Kagura was oddly silent, Sinpachi was constantly side eyeing Gintoki and your boyfriend eyes kept travelling back and forth between the two kids. They didn't even notice you walking in.

Half an hour later and the situation was still the same: none of them had said a word. You hadn't spoken either, curious to see where this would go but you had come there so you wouldn't be alone in your own apartment and yet thing were almost the same.

"Break up with him." You snapped out of the daydreaming state you were in, your eyes widening as soon as you heard Kagura's words. Your first instinct was to look at Gin whose eyes had now narrowed, glaring at Kagura.

Gintoki didn't say a word and just as you were about to ask for an explanation, Shinpachi spoke. "He eats his boogers." Both him and Kagura had this cold and serious voice.

"I've never eaten them." Gin shouted at the boy, shooting up from the couch.

"You have tasted them!"

"That I have..." He sighed as he sat back down.

There was no explanation needed. Though Shinpachi actually provided you with one, with Kagura standing still beside him sporadically nodding. The two kids made it their point that they never meant any harm and that they were simply shocked -Kagura tried to disagree however- that someone as different from Gintoki as you, was dating their boss.

Gintoki tried to dismiss them in the beginning, saying that they were lying purely because you were in front and that they actually wanted to see him miserable and single, masturbating for the rest of his lonely life (their words, not his).

"I think you are all overreacting just a little." You rubbed your eyes, trying to hold back a yawn when the debate finally ended. "I am not breaking up with him and Gin... they are just shocked."

"You are not out of my league." The white haired man sighed, picking up his Jump and flipping the pages until he found where he had left off.

"She is." Shinpachi and Kagura said in one voice.

You looked at him from head to toe, pinky finger in his nostril, head thrown back with the magazine being mere inches from his face. "I am." You agreed.

[lovelythief]

𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚠; 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟹𝟶𝟾

Gintoki’s unmoving cock sits hot and heavy inside your cunt as you straddle him on his office chair. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and take shallow breaths as sweat marks a slow trail down the back of your neck, into your stuffy kimono.

The seconds feel like hours in this stasis. You swallow and clutch the fabric of his black shirt between your fingers. “H-How much longer?” you carefully ask.

He knocks the lollipop in his mouth to his cheek and speaks with a dead tone, as if he wasn’t currently spearing your pussy in his living room-slash-office, where people could—and have—freely walk in. “Why’d you wanna know?” he retorts, “You’re not giving up already, are you?”

Ugh. This was a bad idea. A terrible, horrible, awful idea to challenge Gintoki in something sexual. Especially when it puts a sadist in a position of control. Especially when you’re something of a masochist.

Your shoulders tense as you hear the slow turning of another page. The immense pressure laying against your walls makes it weakly clamp down. Your thighs are starting to cramp. How much longer?

Gintoki isn’t especially known for his self-control, so why does it feel like you’ll be the first to break?

Your breathing stops altogether as Gintoki adjusts his position on the seat, securing his arm tightly around your waist and unfairly preventing you from wiggling your hips as he shifts. Giving you only the slightest brush of your clit against his pants and the smallest rock of his hips, he stalls.

Still edging you on the cusp of pleasure; still leaving you unsatisfied.

You really regret provoking him. You can’t even recall what you’d said to get him riled up and eager to prove a point; your brain was mushy: too focused on keeping yourself frozen-stiff and trying not to implode.

“Relax.” Gintoki’s words send a shiver straight down your spine and into your cunt.

That’s easy for him to say.

You try to lift your head from his shoulder, but his large hand shifts from your waist to cradle your nape and firmly pushes you back down. Your hips have a brief moment of freedom that you abuse without a second thought, adjusting your hips so his cock isn’t firmly pressing against your cervix.

Gintoki’s hand comes off your neck and lands hard on your thigh. “Stay still,” he grunts as the impact makes you keen, “your big head is blocking my view.”

What he wouldn’t let you see is how he hasn’t gone past a single page since you sat on his cock. He flips through the same panels over and over again, the words and the drawings blur and blending together. His entire concentration is spent keeping himself controlled so he doesn’t blow his load prematurely—but the way you tremble while your cunt flutters around him is driving him up the wall.

The air grows tense as neither one of you willingly admits defeat. Your breaths are strained with a whine every time Gintoki’s dick twitches, tempting you to give in and beg to be fucked. Gintoki’s nails dig crescent moons into your waist through your clothes, itching to pull you down and grind his hips up into you until you sob for mercy.

He’d never admit it out loud, but Gintoki—for all intents and purposes—is not afraid to cheat.

Gintoki startles you suddenly by throwing his long legs up from the floor, leaning back in the chair, and crossing them on the corner of his desk. You squeal with the violent shift, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life as his cock seems to bury deeper into your cunt.

“T-That’s unfair..! You’re not—supposed to move—either!” you weakly smack his shoulder, shaking like a leaf on his lap. The pressure against your lower abdomen spiked. You know you can’t last much longer.

“I can’t even get comfortable?” Gintoki taunts, trying to provoke more of a reaction so he can claim both bragging rights and your pussy. “You’re the one moved shifted first, you know. If you can’t handle it, you can tell Gin-san.”

“You—”

A series of sharp knocks interrupt their bickering. You freeze. Another knock at the door.

“Boss?” A familiar voice calls out from behind the front door. “Are you in? I have something important!”

It’s Yamazaki.

You blanch and immediately try to pull yourself off Gintoki before Yamazaki could walk in on you, but Gintoki slams you back down onto his lap before you could rise an inch. 

“Gintoki, we can’t!” you whisper desperately.

He doesn’t budge. “Suck it up,” he hisses back, “endure it quietly until he leaves.” There’s no way he could hide his erection if you got off of him now. If he’s going to be blue balled, he might as well be buried in your warmth.

Yamazaki calls out again, a little louder.

Gintoki smooths out their clothes and wraps his arms around your trembling body, holding you against him to fool Yamazaki into believing that you two were cuddling. “Come in.” he dryly responds.

You breathe through your nose and square your shoulders, grateful that Gintoki’s arms are at least large enough to cover up most of the tension. You bite Gintoki’s shoulder to keep yourself quiet, wetting his shirt with saliva and tears as you try to relax and play along, but Gintoki is just so big.

Yamazaki walks in, seemingly oblivious to the situation. He greets the head of the Yorozuya loudly but cuts himself off as soon as he sees Gintoki holding you against his chest. “Ah,” Yamazaki covers his mouth with his hand and goes from a near-yell to a whisper, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“It’s fine. She’s a heavy sleeper.” Gintoki snaps at the Shinsengumi spy, his lips in a flat line and clearly not in the mood to entertain. “What do you want.”

You can hear the hesitation in Yamazaki’s voice. You feel bad for him; whatever face Gintoki’s making right now is definitely scaring the shit out of him. But you really, really need him to leave. Gintoki probably feels the same way.

“I—um—was asked to inform you that Kondou-san requested your help in—"

“When?” Gintoki cuts him off.

Yamazaki shuffles around nervously. “T-Tomorrow.”

“Then bother me later,” Gintoki waves Yamazaki off, all but explicitly kicking him out, “and tell Gorilla to send me a letter with cash in it a week in advance next time!”

“R-Right!” Yamazaki bows his head but lingers for a second too long, staring suspiciously. He can’t help it; he’s trained to see the little details. But Gintoki is faster than he is, and kicks his foot across the table, sending the book flying straight into the poor man’s face.

Yamazaki is quick to apologize as he runs out the door with a new bruise on his head, leaving you in silence as you hear his hasty rush down the wooden steps.

You raise your face from Gintoki’s shoulder, a string of saliva connecting his shirt to your mouth with how hard you’d been biting him. Dazed and shamelessly bucking your hips for friction, you make eye contact with Gintoki for the first time since you started this pointless challenge.

“Toki,” you part your wet lips, “can’t take it anymore...”

 Gintoki pushes the chair back and cups your ass, effortlessly lifting you up and onto the table as his chair hits the wall. You watch him tear off his shirt, soaked with your spit and salty tears, and toss it behind him, still writhing uselessly against his cock.

He heaves each breath over you, staring intensely as you stay sprawled out on the middle of his desk, equally flushed. Equally wanting. He nearly breaks the table with how much force he uses to bend over you.

“Fuck it.” 

He crashes his lips against yours. 

[pfpanimes]

⌕ gintama - gin-chan.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Greetings! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Can i silly request the sadist trio (gin, sougo and kamui but u dont have to do all 3 if u were to pick 1 i would be okay with just gintoki lol) with an s/o who's pretty short in stature and definitely not a fighter by nature and one day they find out their s/o is strong enough to pick them up? Lolol like maybe they save them from peril by catching them bridal style or they're just happy to see them and they end up picking them up in a spinning hug on impulse but in both situations they would have an airheaded ":D" smile on their face lololol! Thank you ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

Gintoki Sakata:

-His new discovery is your ruin.

-“Oh-oh so you can lift me up? I expect to be lifted up every day, is it clear?”

-Gintoki wasn’t joking, he always comes up with a dumb excuse like “my bones are old” or “I worked so much yesterday, all my muscles are sore can’t even walk”.

-All of this because not only he is a lazy ass, but also because Gintoki loves leaning his head on your shoulder or feeling your arms around him.

Okita Sougo:

-“Oh I didn’t know I was in a relationship with a gorilla” he says while you turn off the stove.

-Sob, he is always so nasty; next time let the boiling hot oil hit him instead.

-Endless teasing, from your short stature to your newfound strength, you can’t win against sadist Kaiser.

Kamui:

-So, he can fight you? If you can lift him up it means you also have enough strength to fight him, right? Right???

-He’ll match your airhead smile for all the wrong reasons.

-For real, now he wants to spar with you and we both know you will never win, not even in your best dream.

-You’ll have to run as far away from him as possible; let’s see if the strength in your legs is the same as the one in your arms…