Love For A Samurai [Gintama: Gintoki x Reader]

Dire Liar

The room, although well decorated, felt dark and cold to you. Sitting with your legs dangling off the edge of the bed, you felt so broken, as if you were a porcelain doll that was thrown to the floor. It has been quite some time since Masashi left in an angered rush, but you were still shaken: Afraid that he'd return at any moment.

Your face, stained with your dried tears on your cheeks, tilted towards the full lenth mirror near the east wall. You saw just how you were feeling: Disgusting. The doll-like dress you were made to wear for his pleasure, it made your stomach flop as you felt a frog get caught in your throat. Your reflection just reminded you of how everything used to be. Before your son was born, before you met Gintoki, before you woke up in that small town hospital. That was seven years ago, and you thought that had been enough time to move forward, for it wasn't you. But when you looked in that mirror, the words that you buried in the back of your mind clawed their way to the surface and bared its teeth. You realized that this version of you never went away, for you will always be his dirty little play thing.

Tears began to fall from your eyes once again, holding back the urge to make a sound, fearing that would trigger someone to come in to check on you.

All of a sudden, you hear an unintelligible yelling coming from the hallway, and it seems a bit off from the usual ruckus you would hear in a place like this. Still sniffling a bit, you stood up and glided your way over to the door with peaked curiosity. Putting you ear to the wood grain, you could hear that the shouting was coming from a young girl.

"Kagura-chan?" you wonder to yourself "but- she shouldn't be hear...".

You recalled the deal you made with Misashi: To become his bride only if he let your son and your friends go, but if they returned, you would be tortured.

You took a startling step back, eyes wide. You stood shaking as your mind raced.

If they came back, then Masashi is going to-

You halted your thought.

No, Gin would never do that. Masashi, he must be the one who broke the deal if that is Kagura I heard out there.

"Argh!" you clenched your fists, nearly fuming at the ears "How could I be so stupid!?"

Masashi is an evil, slimy, parasite. Ofcourse he would lie, that's what he does! And has always done.

Immediately, you went from crying and feeling sorry for yourself, to being a determined badass who needed to get the hell out of this place. You hurriedly began looking around the room for something that could help you in beginning your escape.

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It was pushing nearly 45 minutes later before Masashi shows his face through the door once again. His shoulders are sunken, and his face wrinkled from scowling, he exhaled a long, exhausted breath as his eyes dart to you. He suddenly becomes stiff from shock as he eyes you laying on the bed. You were positioned so you were facing him while laying on your side, while your right arms held you up as your dress sleeve drooped down your shoulder.

"Oh, hey there, my king," you gave a wink as you lifted yourself up and slid back so your rested on the bed pillows "I was becoming impatient and lonely waiting for you. I just couldn't stop thinking about you!" you moaned, tilting your head back.

Misashi's eye twitched, but he couldn't take his gaze off of you "I-I can't stay long. I was just... looking for something that could've been in here".

"Well, did you find it?" you asked while biting your lip and not breaking eye contact.

Masashi shook his head, not able to spit out a single words. You could see the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead from where you laid.

"You look tired, my king. Why don't we have a little fun to get your mind off what is stressing you out?"

With no hesitation, Masashi nods, and quickly turns and opens the door to whisper to the guards "Make sure no one comes in here for the next ten minutes!"

The guards give a huff of affirmation as Masashi slams the door and locks it on them. He then whips around, and strides his wasy to the bed, swiftly removing his suit coat and loosening his tie as he practically leaps towards you and your lips collide.

You both begin panting as he started making his lips crawl down to your neck, and then further to your breasts.

Your eyes dart down to him and your body tenses up. You couldn't help but push the slimy perv off of you. And before he could look at you in retaliation, you swiftly slide a solid terracotta dinner plate out from under on of the pillows and collide it to his cranium. Instatly, he gets knocked out, and his body falls limply beside you as you couldn't help but feel your heart race.