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what would drunk consensual sex be like with Gintoki? .///.
ilysm friend
A/N: New phone, who dis? Just kidding, of course it's my beloved senpai. I had to make your request especially big and make you suffer until you'd be able to get what you want, that's what friends are for! I gotta say this was a bit of a struggle and I had to experiment a lot considering it's the first actual time I write about Gin-chan. Still, I had fun writing it even if it took days, can't wait to see what your little dirty deviant mind comes up with in the future for me to write ;-;
Ilyt friend, best senpai ever uwu and all that, hope this doesn't suck!
Drunk Consensual Sex with Gintoki (x Fem Reader)

chose this one gif because I know how much you love his stupid smug xoxo.
Theme: Night sort of date time between Gintoki and reader leading to a drunken one night stand? Something along those lines.
Warnings: S M U T. Literally in the name of the request, shoo away minors, shoo!
Sakata Gintoki, the boss of Yorozuya. Sakata Gintoki, the one who was as infamous for his naturally wavy silver hair as he was for his unconventional ways of handling things. Sakata Gintoki whose eyes looked so dead, yet never ignored othersâ cries for help. No matter what he was known for, Sakata Gintoki was a man of many names, a man whose current daily shenanigans directly clashed with the reverberations of his violent past, a past he longed to forget.
Most days went by either in complete idleness or in complete disordinance as he took job after job, leaving no room for such dark thoughts to creep into his brain. However, there would always be these moments when the past would become more vivid than the present, when everything he had tried to suppress would reappear before him, when heâd find himself standing in the very same battlefield he did all these years ago. It was in moments like this that heâd find himself desperate to get away from everything and everyone. Surely there were people he could talk to, Kagura and Shinpachi being the obvious choices, yet when it came to these memories, Gintoki would rather drown them, force them to the depths of his brain until they ceased to exist. And what better way was there for him to do such a thing other than alcohol?
âOne more bottle.â Pushing his glass against the hardwood of the bar, Gintoki asked for his third bottle of sake.
Even though he wasnât known for his high alcohol tolerance, today was one of those days when he wanted to forget about everything and everyone. Having gone as far as to visit one of Yoshiwaraâs bars, he had chosen a spot where no one would bother him, where he wouldnât have to pretend for the sake of anyone. Drinking glass after glass, he only hoped for the thoughts to stop, for the images to disappear, yet he was more sober than heâd ever been. Even when the lights in the room begun to flicker, even when the laughters next to him became more distant, his memories appeared in his head as clear as ever, ghosts that were begging to haunt him
âDo you even have the money to afford more? Last time you were here you tried to sell me one month old Jump for limited edition-â
âShut up, old hag! It was the one with Hirohiko Arakiâs special interview, of course it costs more than your lousy sake!â Gintoki exclaimed as he tried to grab the sake bottle from the hands of the bartender.
âIf my sake is bad then why do you still come here? Look around you, out of all of our esteemed guests you are the only one standing out. We shouldnât even be servicing the likes of you.â Pulling the bottle away, the woman was about to move when Gintoki threw a handful of coins onto the counter. Intrigued, she looked at him over her shoulder, accepting the money with a scoff before handing him the sake bottle.
With a triumphant look on his face, Gintoki popped the bottle open. As he was about to pour another glass for himself, a presence entering the bar caught his eye. Tilting his head, he watched as you went past the door, an evident look of disappointment engraved in your features as you approached the bar. Throwing your handbag onto the seat next to him, you took a seat right next to it.
âOne sake bottle, please.â Motioning towards the bartender, you placed your order.
This day had been a disaster in more than one ways imaginable for you; not only had you been stood up by that jerk who insisted on going out with you, but youâd also been stood up on your birthday. You knew that getting involved with him would be a waste of time, yet not once did you consider the possibility of him not even showing up, not even calling you to let you know. Instead you had to spend hours on dolling yourself up, going all the way to Yoshiwara in nothing but a tiny dress, as you waited in the cold for him to show up. All this effort, all this time wasted and for what? To be sitting in a nearly empty red light district bar, all by yourself. Way to celebrate yet another year of being alive.
âI am sorry miss, I am afraid this jer- this gentleman took our last bottle. Is there anything else I can serve you?â The woman asked, gesturing towards the man that was sitting by your side. Considering your distress, you hadnât even noticed the fact that you werenât there alone, unaware of the silver haired manâs existence. Turning to face him, you couldnât help but feel annoyance rise through you. It wasnât his fault, obviously, that he had taken the last bottle of sake for his own, yet this had to be the icing on top of a horrible day.
Waving towards you in a whimsical way, the man pushed the bottle towards your side, sliding it onto the counter. âYou look like you need it more.â He said once the bottle was in your hand. Staring between him and the bottle, you allowed yourself to smirk. âI look that bad huh?â
Returning your smirk, the man got up, making his way to you as you simultaneously pulled your bag from the empty seat, placing it on top of your lap. Taking the seat to your left, he sat down next to you. âNot at all.â Leaning towards you, the manâs hand reached behind your ear. âInteresting Chikorita cosplay though.â Retrieving his hand , you noticed the presence of a rather big leaf between his fingers. Instinctively, you mimicked his previous gesture in an attempt to search for any other remaining leaves residing in your hair.
âThatâs what happens when you wait for an hour in the howling wind.â You answered to the man, doing your best to keep yourself as contained as possible. Not that the opinion of a random stranger mattered, but you didnât want to keep making a fool of yourself in front of others.
Grabbing the bottle he had offered you, you poured some sake into your glass, gulping it down in one go. Feeling guilty that you had quite literally taken the bottle from the manâs hands, you reached another glass from behind the bar, treating him to a drink. The man accepted your offer, following your lead as he took a sip.
âCouldnât you have chosen a worse day than today to go for a walk and in such a dress? Either you are really brave or really dumb.â He said once had put the glass down.
âThatâs so funny.â
âYou arenât laughing.â The man noted, grabbing the bottle and pouring the two of you some more sake.
âI would be if I wasnât celebrating my birthday at a near empty bar in Yoshiwara, drinking with a man whose name I donât even know.â
âSakata Gintoki.â The man, Gintoki, nonchalantly said. Turning to face him, you examined his features as the name Gintoki faintly rung a bell. His naturally wavy silver hair, the deadfish eyes, the wooden sword that was loosely hanging around his waist, could it be?
âYorozuya?â
âThatâs me. Canât recall you being a client, though.â
âIâm not, you are just infamous, thatâs all.â You said, warm liquor going down your throat as you finished your own drink.
âIn that case allow me to give you a business card.â Turning his back on you, you watched him work his hands on top of the counter. âWe do anything from finding lost pets, to dealing with Mayo freaks, to fighting for the order of the universe or something like that. As long as you pay up, weâll take on any job. Here.â Shifting around, he turned back to face you once again, this time sliding a piece of paper on the counter. Looking down at it, you could tell that it was a napkin with the name Yorozuya Gintoki and a phone number written on it in a poorly barely readable manner.
âThatâs a napkinâ You observed.
âA business card.â He countered, pouring you some more alcohol. âAll of the budget went onto designing the last panel, you think we have enough to draw proper business cards?â
âWell in that case⌠I have a job for you.â
Intrigued, he placed the glass back down, flashing you a winsome smile. You werenât sure if the alcohol was getting to you, but looking at his smiling expression, you couldnât help but feel attracted to the man. Although his appearance was quite scruffy, far from your usual type, there was a certain charm to him. Maybe today wouldnât be wasted, you thought as you barely returned the smile.
âSpend the night with me. It is my birthday after all. And donât worry about the money, I can pay up, letâs just have some fun.â
Considering your offer for a bit, Gintoki grabbed the bottle, this time bringing it to his lips as he finished the remaining sake in one go. With the back of his hand, he wiped his lips clean before banging his fist on the table as he got up.
âOi granny, Iâll be on my way now. Next time, make sure you stock up on better sake.â
âIf you hate it so much then donât come here again, you punk!â The lady behind the counter raised her voice, obviously irritated by the manâs remarks. Scoffing at her, he readjusted the sword around his waist, making his way towards the exit as he waved his hand at her.
âAre you coming?â This time he spoke to you, beckoning you with his raised hand to follow him. Accepting his offer, you instantly got up, following him outside the bar.
Stepping outside, you could feel goosebumps going up your skin, although to be fair, the howling wind had noticeably calmed down, turning into but a cold autumn breeze. Sure, it still wasnât mini dress weather, but at least you werenât shivering as much as before. In fact, your body begun to feel rather warm, courtesy of the alcohol you had previously gobbled up.
âSo what do you want to do first?â Gintoki asked, one hand loosely around his belt as he kept on walking. Underneath the neon lights from all the bars and restaurants that were in the area, his hair gleamed through the darkness, silver strands fused with red hues.
âI donât know, what would you recommend?â
Bringing his other hand onto his hair, you saw him scratching the back of his head as if considering the options. " There are many ways to have fun here. I know a good place for yakitori, then there is that old man who makes great dango. Hmm⌠perhaps the karaoke place down the street or the arcade next to it. Or else-â
âLetâs just do everything. Iâm paying, remember?â Tapping your hand against the purse, you smiled brightly at him as he nodded in agreement.
âWell then, letâs begin!â
The first place the two of you winded up visiting was the karaoke place Gintoki mentioned. Although you had been to a karaoke bar in the past with your colleagues, this was the first time you were going there with a man- a man you barely knew, on top of that. Perhaps this wasnât the brightest idea, you reckoned, still though, you didnât want to spend this day all by yourself. And Sakata Gintoki wasnât a complete stranger either, you had heard stories about Yorozuya and their shenanigans here and there. Plus, he didnât seem like a bad guy either.
After booking yourselves a room, you ordered some more alcohol, mainly dom perignon, considering how Gintoki insisted that this was the right way to spend oneâs birthday. If you didnât know better, youâd mistake him for a host trying to sell out for bonus commission. Still, you indulged to it, allowing yourself to spend the majority of your income on champagne, a decision youâd come to regret next morning but for now, with each sip of alcohol, your reservations kept diminishing into nothingness. Oh well, thatâs a problem for tomorrow you.
Drinking to your hearts contents, the two of you spent at least a couple of hours, singing songs in such an offbeat manner that if anyone heard you, theyâd be jeering you. Starting with cheerful pop songs, you danced up and down, doing your best to push all of your worries and sadness away. Even when you didnât really care about that asshole who stood you up, you could feel yourself getting rather emotional by the time the songs switched to slower ballads. How could he do such a thing to you?
âHow could he?â You slurred out loud, falling on top of the couch next to Gintoki as you leaned onto his shoulder. He had stopped singing, keeping his attention on the glass that was between his fingers, twirling it around as he gazed at its content. His entire focus was on the glass, while his previously dead fish eyes were darkened, a hint of sadness tainting him. Although you could tell all the alcohol was getting to you and that you werenât an excellent judge of character, you could tell there was something in his mind.
âGintoki. Why were you alone in that bar?â You managed to say, pulling yourself together as best as you could. Shifting his attention from the glass to you, he shrugged his shoulder before leaning back against the couch.
âKagura is too young to drink and Shinpachi, well⌠I donât want to bore him with such trivialities.â You had no idea who these people were, yet you kept listening to him intently, your eyes staring at his lips as he spoke. âSometimes a man needs to be on his own.â Finally, he brought the glass to his lips, emptying its contents. âBesides, what good is remembering a past you canât change?â
You couldnât help but feel sympathy for him. Even when his appearance gave out that he was a rather lazy and laid back person, you could tell that there was something more behind those dead fish eyes and nonchalant words of his. Even if your reasons for being at that bar were completely different, the motive was the same; to forget.
âI think Iâve sung enough. If we keep doing that Iâll end up with a sore throat.â You said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. Grabbing his hand, you stumbled back onto your feet, beckoning him to get up. âWhatâs next?â
Gintoki placed the glass back on the table before taking one of the unopened dom peri bottles with him. Following your lead, he let you guide him outside of the room, the faint melody of yet another sad song fading in the background.
The next station for the two of you ended up being the arcade place next door. This was actually the first time in years that you had visited one, the last time being when you were but a mere child. Looking at all the machines brought you nostalgia, as Gintoki made his way towards the pachinko machines in the far back of the shop.
âHave you played before?â He asked as he sat on a free machine, placing the champagne bottle next to him. Truth be told, you had never really tried pachinko before and in your state, you doubted you could pick up on all the rules of the game. Shaking your head, you sat next to him.
Getting up, Gintoki popped the bottle open, bringing it to his lips for a sip once the foam had subdued. He offered it to you, as you mimicked his movements before placing it on the ground in front of you. Once that was out of the way, the man lowered himself behind you, placing his chin against your shoulder while he snaked his arms around yours. Feeling yourself blushing, you stood still as Gintoki went through the details of the game for you, explaining you the basic concept of it and what you needed to do to win. You could barely focus on his words, as you felt his body pressed flat against you, making you quiver. Under different circumstances, you would be protesting; a man whom you knew for only a few hours being this cozy and handsy with you, even if his purpose was to introduce you to the game. Yet, feeling his warmth you found yourself unable to oppose him, perhaps even indulging in the sensation of the strangerâs touch.
ââŚAnd then you turn the handle. Oi, are you listening?â Snapping his fingers in front of you, he managed to wake you up from your thoughts. Nodding frantically, you noticed him sigh before leaning against you once again. âIâll show you how to play but next round you gotta do it on your own. Put the change here.â Instructing you, he pointed to the left side of the machine where there was a slit. Searching through your bag, you managed to find a few coins, quickly shoving them into it until small silver balls spilled from the machine.
Placing his right hand on top of yours, he guided it around the handle of the machine, wrapping your fingers along with his around the round lever. As he moved your hands up and down, left and right, you couldnât help but blush looking up to him. Although there was a red tint upon his cheeks -namely because of all the alcohol the two of you had been drinking- he looked rather focused as the flickering lights of the machine gleamed in his maroon eyes. His lips were slightly parted while he slowly blinked, his attention still on the machine. You could tell that he was saying something to you, yet the sound was muffled as your entire attention was on his face. He was so close to you, close enough that if you lifted your head a bit then the two of you would-
âWhat a bummer.â Retrieving his hand from yours, he walked away from you, going back to his own chair. Although you wouldnât admit it, you kinda wished that he would have stayed there longer. âBut you got the basics now, go ahead, try it.â What basics? The ones he showed you while you were busy eyeing him?
Reaching for the champagne bottle, you took a rather large sip, hoping that with it youâd be able to get some sort of epiphany about the game. Gintoki had already started toying with the machine in front of him and so without any further ado, you started experimenting with yours.
Although you werenât doing that bad, you werenât exactly doing great either. Before you knew it, you had spent a small fortune on the game without really gaining any profit. That was until you managed to score somewhat of a jackpot, after playing with the machine for over thirty minutes. The loud beeping sound filled the room, while many of the other players turned to face you, Gintoki included.
âWow, not bad for a newbie! Now press this and you can get your prize.â The silver haired man said as he leaned towards you once again, pressing a button on the machine. Soon enough, an employee approached the two of you, taking your remaining pachinko balls with him as he went to a counter. Ushering you to follow him, Gintoki took the champagne bottle with him, while the two of you made your way towards the front of the store.
âHereâs your reward, visit us again.â The man behind the counter said in the most unappealing voice. Extending your hand to him, he placed something inside your palm before disappearing back inside the arcade shop. Once he was gone, you opened your hand only to stare down at a pair of silver balls. What the-
âThese guys are unbelievable, giving such crude things to a woman!â Gintoki said, as he was about to go back in there to search for the employee. Looking down at your hand and then at him, you couldnât help but laugh. Surely, you could always sell these silver balls so it wasnât as if they had no value, yet the incident became funnier over time once you realized that the balls were silver just like his hair.
âHere.â Grabbing his hand, you placed the balls inside his palm. âI donât need these balls, Gintoki, you can keep them.â Gintoki accepted the balls, his gaze shifting between his hand and your face. Letting out a soft chuckle, he stuffed them in his kimonoâs pocket.
âItâs really inappropriate for a woman to keep saying balls. But Iâll take them.â
For a while the two of you walked across Yoshiwara, making your way out of the district, towards the river. There wasnât much to say, so you kept drinking from the same bottle in silence. You were feeling exhausted from all the walking but you didnât want to go home yet. Even when everything was getting blurry, even then you wanted to spend more time with Gintoki. You hadnât even realized how much you needed to talk to someone, to have some casual fun without thinking about all the whats and the ifs. This was the first time in quite a while you were able to let your guard down and it felt exhilarating to be doing that with a complete stranger.
After walking for a while, you stopped by a bench near the river.
âWait here. Iâll be right back.â Following his order, you sat at the bench, looking at the still waters in front of you while waiting. Bringing the bottle to your lips, you tilted your head in order to drink only to find out that there was no alcohol left. Disappointed, you tossed it next to you as it rolled onto the street. Great. Doing your best to reach it, you got up stumbling, nearly falling onto the ground when a hand grabbed you.
âYou are more wasted than I am, huh.â Gintoki exclaimed as he helped you up. In his hands, there were two dango sticks, glazed in sweet soy sauce. âCanât find cake or anything like that this late. Happy birthday. This one is on me, no need to pay extra.â He said, handing you one of them. Reluctantly, you took the stick from his hand, as tears fell down your cheeks. Even though it was the alcohol making you this emotional, you couldnât help but wonder, how could a stranger like him be this nice?
âWoah, why are you crying? Donât tell me you donât like dango-â
âNo, itâs just that⌠thank you.â Accepting the dango, you flashed a genuine smile to him before taking a bite. The tears were still wetting your cheeks but you tried your best to show your gratitude. He was right, this dango was actually quite good.
âYouâre welcome.â His mouth was full of the dango as he talked, making his voice sound rather funny and childish, contrasting his otherwise deeper tone.
The two of you sat back down on the bench, eating in silence. Although you didnât know what time it was, you could see the first rays of the morning light pouring into the night sky. As much as you wanted to extend this night, it was time to go home.
âI think itâs time I get going.â Turning to face him, you could see the streetlights spinning around as you got dizzier and dizzier. His features were turning blurry, the only thing distinguishable being his silver hair that were framing his face. You couldnât help but repeatedly bump onto him, your head feeling too heavy to keep still. You were so tired while his warmth was so inviting, you just wanted him to wrap his hands around you like he had previously done at the arcade and let you sleep in his embrace.
âLetâs get you home, then.â Gintoki was the first one to get up, stumbling on his way up. He wasnât in any better shape, you could tell that he was barely standing while his cheeks were flushed red. âWhat direction is your home?â He asked, pointing with his index to the left and then to the right. Managing to get yourself on both feet, you leaned against his body, grabbing his hand and then turning it to the left.
The way home wasnât really long thankfully, although walking without falling to the ground turned out to be quite the formidable task. Bumping into one another while walking, you were laughing to your heartsâ content for seemingly no reason. You hadnât felt so carefree in such a long time, so light, so free. Being with this man was liberating, even if you never got to see him again, you knew this was a night to remember.
Eventually the two of you reached your house just as the moon disappeared from the sky, leaving nothing but a faint shadow where it previously stood. Nearing the front door, you took a step forward in an attempt to open it. Going through your bag, you managed to locate the keys at the very bottom. Triumphantly, you unlocked the door, tripping on the way in while your fingers were still attached to the key. Just when you thought you were about to fall, a hand grabbed you by the waist pulling you back onto your feet. Once youâd managed to regain your balance, you turned around, facing Gintoki, the two of you temporarily snapping out of your drunken state. He had saved you yet again.
âI-uh⌠Iâm sorry, I get really clumsy when I drink.â You admitted, trying your best not to slur the words while chuckling. His hand was still tight around your waist while you were leaning all of your weight against his shoulder and chest. Your laugh begun to fade once you realized how close you were to him, feeling your own heartbeat against his skin. The tension behind you was palpable at this point, even when you were both completely wasted, the way he held you sparked something within you. Looking deep into his eyes, you gulped softly. You shouldnâtâŚ
âDamn it, I promised Kagura I wouldnât be late.â
Before you could ask him what he meant, Gintoki closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours. The sheer force of the kiss made you take a step back, the two of you stumbling against the iron door. Keeping his one hand around your waist, he slammed the other right above your head, towering you with his height. His lips felt warm and inviting against yours, a lovely contrast when compared to the coldness of the iron surface that sent shivers up your spine. Pressing your body against his, you let your hand wander to his arm, wrapping your other arm around his neck while pulling him closer to you.
Forcing your mouth open with his tongue, Gintoki let his tongue roam freely into your mouth, lazily exploring every bit of you. Although his lips were drenched in alcohol, you could also taste something rather sweet while kissing him, something that resembled the faint taste of fresh strawberries.
Breaking the kiss off, a string of saliva fell onto both your chins, as he backed away, leaving your lips puckering up, begging for more. The man blinked slowly while staring into your eyes, realizing what he had just done. Before he could get any second thoughts about this, you pulled him closer, tugging onto the fabric of his sleeve.
âWould you charge extra if I invited you in?â You inquired, biting your lower lip as you waited for an answer.
âWhat kind of man would receive money from a woman for such things? Iâm not that cheap.â Just as you thought he had turned you down, Gintoki took a step in, holding the door open for you.
The next thing you knew, you were being held down against the first flat surface you encountered, namely the kitchen counter. Wasting no time, the man took hold of your face, cusping your cheeks as his lips clashed into yours. The kiss was sloppy and messy as his tongue moved in sync with his lips, peppering your skin with lazy open mouthed kisses. Trailing a path from your lips to your jawline and eventually your neck, he nibbled on your skin, sucking on it softly, making sure youâd be covered in bruises and love bites by the time he was done with you. The sensation was enough to make you moan, arching your back against his touch, feeling his bulge growing. Unable to help it, you bucked your hips into his, your clothed clit throbbing at the friction between your bodies. Gintoki caught on to what you were trying to do, pulling himself away from your neck as he brought his lips to your ear.
âBend over.â Coming out like a whisper, the sound of his groggy voice ringing through your ear was enough to send chills up your spine. Considering how drunk he was, he was rather demanding, a fact that made your already wet cunt even wetter.
Obeying his order, you turned around, pulling your dress up while sliding your panties down, letting them fall loosely around your ankles. Once you had exposed your ass to him, Gintoki grabbed both your wrists as he pushed you against the counter without a warning. Keeping them pinned together with one hand, he brought them over your head, making you gasp in return. He was so forceful for a guy youâd only just met, a guy who didnât even know your name.
Having you right where he wanted to, Gintoki used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, not bothering to push his pants past his thighs. You tried your best to look over your shoulder but his grip wasnât allowing you to see much. Anticipation begun to rise within you the moment you felt his erection springing from his underwear, the tip grazing your needy cunt. You found yourself wondering what it looked like when he grabbed onto your ass, pushing his cock between your folds with a single move. Instantly your lips formed an o, moaning loudly while your nails dug onto his palms. Although you couldnât see his expression, you heard him grunt as he backed out, only to thrust into you again, reaching as deep as possible.
At first his pace was slow, letting his cock get engulfed by your walls that were clenching around him with his every move. Even though he wasnât particularly thick, you could tell how long his cock was by how easily he reached your cervix with each pounding. You were feeling so needy, so desperate, so pathetic under the touch of a guy youâd just met, a detail you kept reminding to yourself. The way he touched you made you feel small, vulnerable even, his frame being much larger than yours as he handled your body like this. He treated you as if you were nothing more than a streetâs prostitute heâd met at a back alley, a thought that was only getting you more aroused. Your wrists kept wiggling inside his palm as you tried to break free from his grip. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to feel him, you wanted him.
After a while filled with excruciatingly slow movements, he eventually picked up his speed, skin slapping against skin as he begun to thrust into you quickly, eliciting all sorts of lewd sounds from your lips. Perhaps it was something about the alcohol youâd drunk, or maybe it had to do with him fucking your brains out on your kitchen counter. No matter the case, your senses had started to distort, as you were able to see stars, feelings them ring through your ears like soft chimes. Even when your physical body was right there with him, your mind was flying away, too foggy to form any thought, wave after wave of pure pleasure sending you into a state of complete euphoria.
âG-Gintoki, I think Iâm going to c-â
âIs that so?â He inquired between thrusts, his voice slightly shaky as he kept on going. âIâm afraid Iâm not quite there yet. Be good for me and hold on a while longer, mhm?â You could do nothing to reply to him, faintly nodding against the cold marble of the counter. He was driving you closer and closer to your orgasm when suddenly he stopped, pulling out completely, leaving you hanging. âDamn it, this wonât do. Turn around, I wanna look at your fucked up expression, birthday girl.â
He allowed you to break free from his grip, as you turned your entire body around to face him. Gintoki moved his hands onto the straps of your dress, sliding them off along with the rest of the fabric until you were standing bare naked in front of him. His gaze fell hungrily upon your body; the man didnât even try to pretend as if he wasnât looking at your tits, he was beyond shameless. Curling his lips into a half smile, he squeezed them softly before entering you once again. You were having a hard time keeping together, barely managing to wrap your legs around his torso as he moved closer to you, allowing you to prop your chin against his shoulder for balance.
âG-gin-â You tried calling his name out but there was no way for you to do such a thing, not when his cock was hitting all the right spots.
Soon enough, you found yourself returning to the starry ceiling, coming undone underneath him. Soft whimpers escaped your lips while your walls clenched around his cock, sucking him as he kept pounding you. Unable to keep on going when you felt this tight around him, Gintokiâs movements became inconsistent and sloppy. He was barely able to control himself and his own pace. You could feel his cock throbbing in you, a sign that he was close. The man kept on going, cursing under his breath in slurs, until he eventually pulled out of you.
Although you were barely aware of your surroundings, completely lost in your high, you could feel his arms tense while he jerked himself off to your body. Pumping his length a couple of times, he finally allowed himself to spill his seed, covering your stomach and thighs in creamy white lines, while you kept holding onto him. He was just out of breath as you were, his heart beating quickly against yours while his chest kept moving up and down.
Once he was done, Gintoki wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, placing a rather delicate kiss on top of your head as he held your body. You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent, letting go of all the tension, relaxing in his warm embrace. All the disappointment and annoyance you had felt before entering the bar was gone, the only thought that vaguely remained in your mind being the silver haired man. He had managed to make you forget about everything and everyone as intended.
Slowly but surely, the room around you started to get dark, as you let your eyes shut. Void engulfed you, while hands brushed through your hair lazily in a comforting way. You felt so sleepy, you were so exhausted. The final memory of the night ended up being the faint and distant voice of a man whispering sweet nothings in your ear, complimenting you all the while praising you for being such a good girl.
The next time you opened your eyes, you were rather confused. Where were you, what had happened, why did your head feel as if a brick fell onto it and why were you so sore? You tried to answer these questions, squinting your eyes as you tried to get up. Surprisingly enough you were naked, laying underneath the covers of your soft bed while you begun to recollect what had occurred the previous night. The coworker, the bar, the alcohol, the intoxicating flavor of the silver haired man. Instinctively, you looked to your side, searching for him, Gintoki. Much to your disappointment, no one was there. Had you really imagined all that? No, it couldnât beâŚ
You werenât even sure how much time had passed, everything was too uncertain, too unclear, too cloudy. Although there was light outside, there was no telling what time it was. Hopefully a cold glass of water would help sober you up, you thought and so, with a sigh, you got up. Tossing a robe over your naked body, you made your way to the kitchen where a small piece of paper that was lying on the counter caught your attention. What was this?
Picking up the paper, you realized it was a napkin, one that you could have sworn youâd seen before. On the napkin was a phone number along with some barely readable words.
âHappy birthday! Contact Yorozuya Gin next time you need a drinking buddy, free of charge. P.S. That guy missed out, forget about him.â
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hajime umemiya x graffiti artist!reader only a little snippet, but it might become bigger later, word count: 899
you were at home right here with the collection of paint markers and aerosol cans at your feet. your free hand adjusted the filtration mask on your face as you sprayed a nonsensical pattern onto the wall using a fluorescent green so bright it almost hurt your eyes. as you began to draw on the concrete wall using a black paint marker, you felt the sneaking suspicion that eyes were on you.Â
that was odd.Â
you did mostâhell, all your graffiti work in the dark of night, hidden from sight. youâd been chased off by a few townsfolk when you were tagging signs or walls in broad daylight, which you supposed was fair. you were technically doing something utterly illegal, after all. but you kept at it at night, painting flowers and animals, or just random letters onto whatever surface you could.Â
bofurin boys often covered it upâas was their right, too, you supposed, but it always irritated you when youâd come back around and find work youâd slaved on all night be covered up with a fresh layer of white paint.Â
but back to the feeling that you were being watched.Â
âwhoâs there?â you call out, pulling off your filtration mask slightly.Â
âso youâre the one doinâ all those green tags!â a boisterous voice said, and you felt a sudden presence right behind you. you whirled around, dropping your black paint marker across the floor, wincing as it skittered across the alleyway. âdid you know that this taiyaki place has called us every day for a week about the graffiti?âÂ
fuck. you did know that voice. hajime-fuckinâ-umemiya, leader of the bofurin, who had essentially annexed and reformed furin high school by force. not only were they vigilante heroes of justiceâthey also practically were civil servants that served the communityâand now their fucking leader was staring at you with a strange, open look in his eye.Â
he wasnât even dressed in his furin uniformâyou think youâve seen it a few times, the whistling long coat that he wore out on patrols with some of the other furin boys. despite it all, he somehow had that sort of aura of warm authority about himâpaired with a brilliant and curious smile on his face.
âso what?â you ask defensively.Â
âyou do know the graffitiâs illegal, right?â umemiya questioned, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to where your marker had skittered across the floor, picking it up. âyou could be put in jail for up to five years, you know!â he flipped the marker around, holding it out to you.Â
âlike i need someone from furin lecturing me about that,â you say, taking the marker back from him. umemiya seemed to deflate a little, almost like a sad puppy, upon your very subtle furin insult, so you hastily add a, âno offense.âÂ
âmm. i get it, i get it! i do. all the work i did to rehabilitate bofurinâs image doesnât mean much when people remember how dangerous it was before,â umemiya says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. âbut! i figured iâd come around the taiyaki shop at night, see if there was some repeat offender doing the graffiti, and here you are!âÂ
umemiya spreads his hands magnanimously, and you can see how worn and callused his hands are from years spent brawling against other students. there was no way he was going to start fighting you, rightâ?
âi just wanted to ask you to stop,â umemiya says. âi mean, i respect your artistic visions! i always thought it was a waste to paint over your worksâi remember one time you did this bright yellow rabbit on a blue moon, very cool, by the wayâandââ
huh?
âi really like your art! i was wondering, if maybeâŚâ
you held your paint marker, watching umemiya seemingly steeling his nerves for a momentâ
âdo you want to come to furin and paint? thereâs a lot of graffiti already, and most of the time when we patrol we never use the classrooms anyway, so if it was anonymity you were worried about, thatâs coveredâand plus, at night, youâd still get a lot of time to do whatever you wantââ
â⌠youâre offering me a place at your school to justâpaint?â you ask confusedly, raising an eyebrow.Â
âwell, yeah!â umemiya says. âi mean, itâs a waste to paint over your hard work, right? itâs different than the other tags.â
â... is it?â you ask, staring at your half-finished graffiti, joining other fresh tags on the wall.Â
âwell, iâm not really sure if i fully believe in the idea that art carries intentionâbut iâd like to think yours does! and itâs kind. and i think thereâs people at furin who might appreciate it.âÂ
âwellâŚâ
you sigh, running a hand through your hair.
âwell, okay,â you say. âbut if anyone tries to start somethingââ
âplease,â umemiya says. âweâre not animals. itâll be great to have you.â and then he holds out his hand to shake, and you stare down at it.
are you really doing this?
umemiyaâs expression is bright, warm.Â
you shake his hand.Â
his grip is firm, his thumb squeezing the space between your index and thumbâand you laugh with a hint of exasperation in your voice. here you were, pulled right into umemiyaâs thrallâlured in by him like a sweet siren song.
âfine. see you tomorrow, then,â you mutter, your cheeks heating up.
Stress relief 18+

Your tongue swirls on the his salty tip, fat cock twitching and half hard as you tried to coax it to full mast, dragging your tongue down to the base to suck softly at his balls.
Kenji Sato, the man himself whines, sucking a sharp breathy gasp as he glances down at you with teary eyes.
Brows drawn and pouty lips pursed, he looks like he would actually cry.
Its not like you've been teasing him.
You've got a sadistic flare but you're not cruel. Besides, you were trying to relieve his stress.
He had trudged into your shared bedroom after a hectic day of back to back interviews, baseball practice and saving the city, or at least as much saving he could do half asleep before the KDF came.
A sob and a wail here, a sulky tantrum when you hadn't catch what he said, he's winded himself up even more after an overwhelming day.
So you had to take things into your own hands.
"Are you listening to me at all? Emi's asleep finally, and-"
He goes on and on and on as you smile and nod, walking him to the couch, leaning him back and sliding down between his thighs as if you're going about the day like normal.
It wasn't until you clicked open his belt that he pauses, eyes flicking in confusion from your face to hands before your mouth nips gently over his briefs, taking in his musky scent.
He yelps, flushing red as he struggles between irritation and lust.
"What're you doing...?"
Which brings you to now as you pull off his cock sloppily with a wet pop, finally red and hard as it glistened from your spit.
It swirls with his pre, thick globs dribbling down to the couch.
Your mouth twitches up into a smirk at his whines when you stop.
Eyes glazed and loopy, his mouth lolling open, he definitely looks stress-free right now.
"Feels good, Ken?"
You murmur against his swollen tip, hot breath causing him to flinch and twitch.
"Yea...s'gud baby..."

âGONNA SHOW HIM YOUâRE MINE.â

WINDBREAKER BOYS + LOVE BITES. ft. togame jo, hayato suo, kaji ren, sakura haruka, & umemiya hajime x f!reader
filled request: âCan I request for umemiya, sakura, suo, and kaji where they see reader with another guy friend and they get jealous because the guy is being flirty and obviously trying to make moves but reader is dense so then the boys give reader a hickey for the first time to show that reader is taken??â
mdni ! suggestive. 1.5K WC ; added togame ! :>

TOGAME JO. pet name âdollâ used!
âhim again?â
you adjust the straps of your top before twisting and turning to get a better look at your outfit. âmhm,â you hum in response, âsaid he needed help asking someone out today. iâm gonna help pick the flowers.â
togame's eyes narrow a bit at the obvious intent of your friend. it didnât help that you really didn't have a single clue in the world, and on top of your obliviousnessâ you're dressed so cute.
the combination was just a recipe for disaster, and he wants to finally put an end to it today.
âahâ what are you doing?â you yelp when he suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you off balance as you stumble and fall onto his lap. his arm comes to loop around your waist before you can even stabilize yourself, hugging you tight against his chest.
âtogame, let go,â you whine, âiâm gonna be late!â
âdon't wanna.â
the casualty of his tone makes your eyebrow twitch. he almost sounds bored with how slow the words come out of his mouth, and despite that fact, his arm doesnât seem to budge at all when you try and push against him.
âplusâŚ..â heâs choosing to ignore your efforts to move himâ or he just doesnât notice them in the first place, âyou donât need to meet with a guy like that anyway.â
âand why is that?â you retort, arms crossing in frustration as you give up and resort to simply glaring back at your boyfriend. "..are you jealous?"
"course i am, doll" he lulls, fingers pulling your topâs strap out of the way before his lips attach themselves to the side of your neck, sucking at the skin as you shiver. his hand tilts your jaw to the side, giving him the space he needs to better suckle and kiss your neck.
you canât help the little noise that slips out when he releases the skin with a loud pop, exhaling deeply against you before peppering kisses beside the dark mark he's given you.
âcan't stand when guys are tryna get at what's mine.â

HAYATO SUO.
âthat friend of yours..â suo coos against the shell of your ear, âreally likes you, doesnât he?â
he's looming right over you, his familiar smile looking a little different today when his arms are caging you right beneath him, and you suck in a sharp breath when he leans down, tassel earrings tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.
âh-huh? he does?â your voice comes out a little breathless from the way his lips are just barely hovering over your skin.
âhe does. you couldn't tell?â
in any other situation, he would think your innocence would be endearing. but after watching your friend get all close to you like that, holding your hair up and then fixing your necklace for youâ he couldn't help it. a part of him is thankful for how steady his voice comes out, because you'd never be able to guess that just below his calm exterior- he was absolutely fuming with jealousy.
âno, i didn't know,â you whisper, âbut you know i would've turned him down if he said anything-â
âi can help with that,â he interrupts, tone sweet and soothing. he plants a kiss just below your ear, his breath grazing your ear, and it sends a shiver straight down your spine.
âh-how?â you squeak.
you can feel him smile against you before his hand comes to tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck for him. âjust like this,â he whispers before he's taking a sharp inhale, lips latching onto you as he sucks harshly.
the noise that comes out of you riles him up even more. he's sucking harder before he even realizes, calm demeanor crumbling just a bit when he hears the noises youâre making just for him.
you think you felt his teeth graze your neck for a second when he releases the skin, pulling back a bit to admire the mark heâs left on your neck.
"it's a good idea, right? turn your head the other way for me now."

KAJI REN. calls you âmy girl.â
âw-what's wrong, kaji?â you manage to stammer between kisses, âyou're a lot rougher todayâ something on your mind?â
he pulls back a bit when your hands tug at his hair, a part of him content when he sees the way your lips are slightly swollen, your mouth parted to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down from the intensity.
there was a lot on his mind, but marking you up was at the forefront of his brain. he could already tell that only kissing you just wasnât gonna cut it after all thatâs happened today.
ââs fine,â he mutters before heâs back on top of you, his lips roughly latching onto the skin just beneath your collarbone, sucking at the skin as you gasp above him. âoh- t-that feels good,â your voice comes out as a breathy sigh, âare you⌠mad still?â
âmad at that friend of yours,â he growls against your skin, pressing a quick kiss onto the mark until he's moving onto another part of your neck, lips hovering just below your ear. âhe was tryna get at my girl right in front of me.â
âi'm sure he wasn'tâ ah!â you gasp when his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against his body as he tilts his head to better nestle into the crook of your neck.
âgot me pissed off just seeing him looking at you like that,â his teeth graze against your skin when he sucks particularly hard, âgonna make sure heâll get a nice and close look at these next time.â

SAKURA HARUKA.
kissing sakura is much, much different today.
heâs roughâ hands trailing along your back, sending an shiver straight down your spine as he deepens the kiss, breaths mingling with urgency. the way heâs kissing you so desperately today has little gasps escaping your lips, which do nothing but encourage him to touch you more.
"f-fuck," he gasps between kisses, pulling back to inhale sharply before your fingers come to tangle in his hair, pulling him right back into you.
âsomeone's in a bad mood.â you giggle, and he scoffs in response, a dusting of pink over his cheeks. ââm not mad.â
"you sure? what's got you so worked up?"
and he hates that he doesn't know. he doesn't know what this feeling is, so he has no idea how to get rid of it. all he knows is that it didn't feel nice when he saw your friend all up over you.
it should've been him insteadâ he thinks. and all he wants now is to have you.
your breath hitches in your throat when his lips begin to trace a path down your neck, pressing wet kisses between each inch of skin. âi don't know,â he admits through a deep blush, âjust wantâŚthis.â
just thinking about the earlier events makes his blood boil again, and it shows in his next kiss. he accidentally sucks at your neck for a moment, and a lewd moan slips right through your lips.
your hand slaps over your mouth a moment too late, and he freezes in place, deep blush spreading to his ears at the sound. heâs never heard you never make that noise before.
"d-don't stop, sakura,â you urge, tugging at his hair, âfeels good.â
he pulls back a bit to roughly shake his head, shake off the irritating blush before his eyes finally flicker towards the subtle mark heâs left on your skin. itâs a deep shade of purple, and something about it makes him feralâ it scratches at the itch heâs had all day.
he doesnât think heâll be stopping anytime soon, at least.
âf-fine,â he growls, âturn your head.â

UMEMIYA HAJIME.
umemiya sighs when your phone buzzes again, the sound catching your attention as you scroll to check your messages again. you're leaning back against ume's chest when you open it, letting him rest his head on your shoulder with a dramatic pout.
"he's tryna steal you away from me," he whines, arms hugging tightly around your core. "s no fair."
how you were able to reduce bofurin's strongestâ the one standing at a staggering 6â2 to a needy little puppy is beyond him. but in his defense, he thinks he's been waiting for your attention for ages by now.
it seems like the second you're finally putting down your phone to turn your attention to him is the exact moment your friend decides to send yet another message, your phone buzzing from the notificationâ and your attention shifts back to that guy just like that.
it's a never ending loop, and he's getting desperate.
âhe's not, ume,â you mumble, fingers clicking at your screen. âhe's just my friend. and heâs asking to get dinner with everyone tomorrow.â
you don't notice the way his bottom lip pokes out in a pout, eyes then narrowing into a glare directed at your screen before he's pulling you a bit closer to himself, arms holding you impossibly tighter against his chest.
it was really not fair.
it only takes a few more seconds of pouting before his eyes suddenly flicker to the bare skin of your neck, and he perks up when he thinks of an idea. a great idea.
â..you gonna go with them? tomorrow?â
you give him a nod, and if umemiya had a tailâ it would be wagging now. his lips start to excitedly ghost over your skin, taking in the scent of your perfume, and his gaze is focused and intentional as he tries to gauge your reaction.
nothing, so far.
so he presses an experimental kiss onto your shoulder, eyes watching you closelyâ and still nothing. you only perk up a bit when he finally decides to proceed with his plan and takes the skin in his mouth, sucking at it for a bit before releasing it with a lewd pop.
"umeâ d-did you just leave a mark?â
âi did,â heâs grinning now, staring at the mark he's leftâ and he thinks it's surprising dark for how gentle he was. it was only the first one tonight, after all.
âwant another one?â

hi!! could u do married life with gintoki plz?? hcs or scenario whichever u prefer i just want to think about what its like to be miss sakata >////< thx!
I was going to make it into pure married life, but I really wanted to include how the whole proposal and wedding happened. So yay for freebies ^^
Being Gintoki's Wife Headcanons
Warning: slight nsfw towards the end.

Congratulations, you married the protagonist of the anime. That's the equivalent of hitting the jackpot, except you wouldn't be so broke after guessing the winning numbers to the lottery. Hey, no one said that being Yorozuya Gin's wife wouldn't have its disadvantages!
Proposal
The way he proposed to you was... quite interesting. He was a nervous mess and tried to calm down by going down the booze route, which led to him being both inebriated and awkward. You'd been dating for quite a while and he was certain that he could finally tie the knot with you (Thank Kagura, Shinpachi and Otose for pushing him to it). With you he felt comfortable to be who he is, knowing that you loved him despite his flaws. He was always at home whenever you were around, though actually proposing was nerve wracking.
If he was left alone to do it, perhaps he'd just toss you a ring and leave it at that. But, because communism exists, his marital business is Yorozuya's marital business and they'd sit him down and explain that unless he tries to at least be a bit romantic, you'd be disappointed. In reality, Kagura said that you'd leave with another man if you did that, a fact that managed to get him all stressed up in the first place.
And so, Gin really did his best planning a memorable proposal. He took you out to a fancy restaurant, wore his *rented* tuxedo, bought a ring worth of 10 rents which he placed into the champagne glass (courtesy of Otae). It was the perfect night! Or... so it was, until he started chugging glass after glass, eventually forgetting that a ring was placed in one of them and... yes. He swallowed the ring.
I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't noticed and went along with his proposal, voicing the little speech he had prepared with the guys the previous night, though be it half slurring and messing up halfway. It was a wonder you said yes, but it was a bigger wonder that he had managed to swallow a wedding ring without even being aware of it. Of course, that was something he kept hidden from you, and will probably keep it hidden even until after your children have children of their own. It's embarrassing, don't blame him!
At the end, he admitted leaving it at home, a far less shameful option. You parted ways and no one really asked why he spent the next 6-8 hours in the bathroom. The next day, you had a gorgeous shining ring around your finger, and an exhausted Gintoki by your side.
The wedding
Most likely Gintoki wished for a simple ceremony with those closest to you. Mainly because it would cost less but also because he isnât one for extravagant parties. A wedding is a union and while he never hid your relationship, heâd be a bit flustered about saying such important words in public.
He did tell Kagura and Shinpachi, as those closest to him. And of course, Shinpachi told Otae, who told Kyuubei and then the entire Yagyuu clan had to pay their respects. Perhaps Gin also let Katsura know, not actually expecting him to show up, though he did and so did the Shinshengumi. At the end of the day, the entire cast was standing before you, some arguing and throwing bombs at one another, while others were too busy stuffing food in bento boxes. The quiet wedding you dreamt off turned into a bit of a fiasco, but everyone enjoyed themselves and so did you and Gin.
Honeymoon Period
I doubt that Gin could afford a proper honeymoon vacation, but perhaps Otose chimed in a bit, giving him enough money to take you somewhere decent as a wedding gift. Donât think Hawaii or Paris or anything, but he did take you to an idyllic little fishing village or to a lovely mountain settlement.
The time you spent there was quiet and peaceful, unlike your everyday life in the city. It was a welcoming change and for once, you found yourself wishing that it would last more than a few days. Before you knew it, vacation time was over and you were back at Kabukicho.
Married Life
During the first few months, Gintoki would probably put on his good face. He'd be sweeter than usually to you, even going as far as to plan "romantic pizza nights in front of the tv" with candles all around. That would be his basic idea for a date night, but don't worry, he'll keep it up in the future too, minus the candles.
Another type of date time would probably be board game nights, either with just the two of you or his friends. If you end up winning too much, I wouldn't be surprised if Gin decided to flip the table or go as far as to cheat. If you catch onto him and scold him about his behavior, then he'd try to use other means to "win" ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) He is shameless, after all.
Surprisingly enough, Gin isn't bad at doing chores, though he does complain about it. Considering the nature of his job, it's not too uncommon for him to have days off, and so, if you are the one with a more stable 9 to 5 kinda job, he doesn't mind taking over the housework. Mostly to keep cockroaches at bay ;-;
If he is the only one to do chores, he'll start nagging about how you married him just to turn him into a housewife. Bribing him with something tasty, whether that is food or you, is bound to make him forget about it, for the time at least.
Speaking of food, a fun activity Gin would enjoy, is cooking with you. He mostly enjoys eating whatever it is that you make for him (supposing it's not burnt tamagoyaki or rice with egg on a daily basis), but if you suggest making something together, he'll find it just as fun and exciting. He doesn't always follow the recipes and a lot of the time he ends up slacking off, tossing ingredients such as flour on your bare face just to get a laugh out of it. In no time, such a notion would lead to an all out kitchen war. Just make sure that he cleans the mess afterwards, considering it's his fault.
Despite Gin picking up on chores, he can be very messy, turning your house into a dorm. Half finished ramen, jump magazines scattered around, tissues and cans, he leaves disaster in his trail. He will clean when he realizes you need a boat to pass through each room, or, if you order him to.
Perhaps at one point, you both tried to better yourself and engage into some more sophisticated hobbies, such as wine tasting or museum touring. Every couple gets to a point when they look at other couples and wonder if they are doing things wrong. But neither expensive wines or impressionism did it for you, and so you went back to your old habits in no time. It's better when you don't have to pretend around each other.
After a quick detour, back to Gin's messiness we go. He is the type to spend an awful long time in the bathroom, not because he is doing anything weird, but because he takes his jump with him. He can sit on the toilet for hours on end, not even realizing how long it's been.
Whenever he showers or baths, you will definitely know because of the endless stream of water and hot steam following after him. It looks as if someone copy-pasted Venice in your house and Gin isn't apologetic in the slightest over it. The main cause of it, is because he refuses to dry himself up, choosing to wander around the rooms with just a towel. Now if you scold him, he has no issue jumping on top of you with the sole intention of drying his body against your clothes.
Naturally, it doesn't take long for things to get heated, and I can definitely imagine him smirking while saying "Now I'm not the only one who's wet". Shameless, I told you. Besides, he is also the one who jumps into the shower with you if he is in a hurry, without even bothering to ask if it's fine.
Gin isn't against self care. He doesn't admit it, but in order to keep his hair tamable, he uses A LOT of products. Could have an entire shelve dedicated to hair products only, no surprises here. He might tease you if he sees you using a face mask sheet, though if you offer him one, he'll allow you to pamper him, asking you to check how soft his skin is 24/7.
A nice thing Gin does from time to time, is massages. If you come back tired from work, he'll have no issue rubbing your feet, your shoulders, and anywhere else you need him to *wink wink*. Again he'll bring up the "housewife" argument, but he is more than happy to take care of you.
On the contrary, a nasty thing Gin most definitely does, is start calling you old hag. Even changes your contact name to that and acts as if you are some old lady, despite being of similar age to him. Don't, just... don't ask.
Generally, you don't argue a lot and your fights consist of really petty and childish arguments, such as who gets to watch what on the tv. Usually it ends with him sitting on the remote to prevent you from touching it. Or, on cold winter nights, he ends up hoarding the blanket, leaving you to shiver alone while playing tug war with his sleepy self.
At times, Gin experiences severe nightmares about his past. It's something he can't let go off completely, and although he chooses to ignore it in his daily life, he can't control his subconscious. There isn't much for you to do, as he won't be willing to talk about it. However, wrapping your arms around him, assuring him that it's fine, that you are there and that he did his best, will definitely help.
His sex drive does die a bit after you get married, but it's not much of an issue. If you initiate things, he'll almost always be up for it, and he definitely has his "hornball" moments. If you are doing the dishes, he'll be doing you. If you are in it for a relaxing bath time, he'll have you sit between his legs. If he sees you all dressed up for a work event or an outing with a friend, he'll most likely undress you first.
Randomly slaps your butt from time to time whenever you pass before him. If you scold him, he chuckles while giving you the look to know that if you are up for it, he is also up for it. Lots of heated times on the couch, considering he is sometimes too lazy to move things to the bedroom.
Finally, kids is not something in his immediate plans. In fact, he'll try to postpone such talks until you enter the second year of marriage, if not more. He'll always go "La la la la la" at the mention of such things, but if you sit him down and ask him to have a family, he'll groan and take you to bed right away. After all, how can he say no to you?