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[busterbby]

Can I ask for the 'Waking up their lover with kisses all over in the morning' prompt with Ichiro please?

Ofc! This was really cute to imagine~ I'm sorry for the delay too! I was pretty busy with lectures and my exam lol. I haven't written a fic in a while though, so it def felt a little strange lol but regardless, I hope you enjoy! I want to wake Ichi up with kisses too..

— waking up their lover with kisses all over in the morning.

fluff. gn!reader. 1276 words. ichiro. valentine's prompts.

Ichiro is still fast asleep right next to you, when you wake up that morning. 

which is rather unusual. You can’t help but be surprised when you open your eyes, finding your boyfriend still asleep, ever so peaceful; he’s usually the one that’s up first, usually the one already getting breakfast ready and having to wake up his brothers — usually the one waking you up with kisses. not the other way. 

But you suppose he’s just had a long day yesterday, or well, the past week more so. He’s always so busy running around and taking care of the shop, finishing odd jobs, stopping jiro and saburo from fighting every time he takes his eyes away. 

A small flutter erupts in your chest, as you gaze at Ichi up close. He’s pretty, very much so. Of course, you’ve always known that, but you can really notice the little details this up close. His delicate eyelashes fluttered closed, the pretty mole right underneath his eyes, and his lips a little chapped from the recent cold but still oh so sweet. He even holds you a little close to him when you stay the night in his room so that he knows you’re there; it eases his heart, he’d always admit softly, a bit shy. and his breaths are so light now, you notice, while yours are so heavy. and they intertwine together as you gaze at Ichiro all lovingly. 

He sleeps so full and heavy — you can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming right now; yesterday’s jobs must’ve been rough as well, more so than usual. so, as a little thanks for all his hard work, you lean in and give him a tiny kiss right on his nose. then another one right underneath his eye. 

You know that you should let him sleep some more. It’s been a pretty long week for ichiro after all, and he deserves his rest, perhaps more so than anyone else.  

But it’s valentine’s, and it’s getting pretty late in the day. You just want to spend time with your boyfriend on his one semi-free day. It is the most romantic day of the year, after all. and, he just looks so peaceful sleeping next to you! so pretty, deep in his sweet dreams. with pretty feathered hair that frames his face, and lips slightly parted that just look so soft and kissable. 

You just have to. 

You lean over and close the gap, noses slightly bumping as you give him a sweet morning kiss to his lips. Usually, Ichiro liked to tease you and wake you up with a morning kiss whenever you slept over — ‘mornin’’ he’d grin all teasing, then he’d laugh at how cute you looked still much too tired and ruffle your hair, letting you know that it was time to get up. so you’re sure he’d like the favor returned. 

He stirs a just a little before he pulls the covers up closer and goes back to sleep once more; you can’t help but giggle. He's too adorable sometimes, but you’d really like him awake. 

So you kiss him on the cheek and then lightly on the bridge of his nose. The brush of your lips tickles him oh so sweet, as ichiro stirs some more. but a tug pulls on his lips, and even in his dreams, Ichiro smiles saccharine, as his heart skips a beat. Clearly, he wasn’t sure whether it was real or he was just making it all up — all a dream; it certainly felt like a dream, and if it were, then Ichiro didn’t necessarily feel like waking up. 

You keep on peppering him with kisses: some on his cheek, another on the very tip of his nose and forehead too, one to his temple as you brush his hair to the side, one right on his pretty mole underneath his eye.

“Good morning Ichi~” you can’t help but coo; it tickles his ears and skips a beat of his heart. It’s the best thing to hear first thing in the morning, Ichi thinks. and you give him one more kiss for good measure, just to make sure that he’s awake. (with a true love’s kiss, just like sleeping beauty).

And at last, he flutters his eyes a touch open, and — he knows it’s you, but a handsome smile still grows when Ichi sees you first thing. your messy bed head, the tiredness still in your eyes, your cute face. His eyes sparkle gently, red and green, reflected by the soft morning light. 

“mm, mornin’.”

He chuckles in all the right ways and gets into the little crevices of your heart; his chest is already in flutters from your kisses, and Ichi’s voice is always just so warm in the mornings. a touch deep, more gruff. but it’s still so sweet and lush, like the finest ambrosia or thick honey on his tongue. It just warms you up inside, better than any blanket can (as much as his voice soothes you back to sleep too).

Damn, you just had to wake him up in the morning on his lazy day, huh — Ichiro laughs, so bright and warm. not that he minds though. It’s much better than waking up to jiro and saburo’s early morning arguments about who was going to use the bathroom first anyway. much preferable. 

He lays next to you and gazes much too fondly; his heart was always a little more sensitive these mornings, when he woke up to you in his arms. 

Ichiro leans in and closes the gap once more, cupping your cheek tenderly as he reciprocates your kisses. You need a morning kiss as well after all, right?  

And his lips move so slow and delicate against yours. They’re a little different than his usual kisses, takes his time a little more and a bit more gentle. You can feel each movement of his lips, and- they’re a little chapped, dry. but it’s still the most tender kiss as can be. gentle too, like morning dew. so fluttery it tingles your lips.

Maybe he has some morning breath that you can taste — slightly sweet, and the feather of his hair tickles you slightly as he leans in. Your heart skips lazily, as all you can do is melt a bit right into ichiro’s lips and close your eyes. It’s hard not to go back to sleep within his arms. 

He always does morning kisses better than you. 

“We gotta get up babe..” Ichiro hums heavy against your lips. but, he didn’t really mean it. He’s still lying in bed and slurs his words as he speaks, still too tired and sleepy. He can barely muster anything. Besides your kisses, as he closes his eyes slow and grins (maybe a little dorky) when you kiss him once more. 

Sure, the two of you should probably get up and start the day. He should probably get breakfast going, and he probably should get on those last few chores he put off ‘till today, and he probably should get up and make use of his off day but.

His body still feels too heavy with sleep, and his heart is saying to stay for just a little bit longer as much as he knows he should get up soon. The morning sun and the blankets feel too warm to let go, and. It's valentine’s day. with you in his arms this morning. 

When you give him another sweet kiss, so slow and gentle as it pops off his lips, Ichiro is convinced (it doesn’t take much). 

Maybe he’ll stay in bed with you for a little bit more..

[rinhaler]

so my ex just used me to get better and then dated someone else once he was okay, so i’m requesting a toji fucking megumi’s ex gf to teach his son a lesson, or megumi’s gf ends up taking “Break my heart? i’ll be your step mom.” too seriously 🫶

fuck ur ex fuck him i hate him idek know him but i hate him!!!! enjoy the filth <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap, implied cheating, vaginal sex, revenge sex, clit rubbing, pet names, praise, slight cucking, creampie.

words: .8k

“Oh. God, T-Toji—!” you cry out as his cock buries deeper and deeper inside of you.

The prominent veins stimulate your walls with every thrust while his cockhead pummels against your g-spot with perfect precision. He doesn’t miss a beat, either, he possesses an endless supply of stamina and he’s using it to his advantage.

He silences you with a nasty, drool infused kiss as your tongues tangle effortlessly. It’s hard to feel guilty about letting your ex’s dad rail you when it feels this good. It was a messy breakup, and yet, you didn’t feel the need to cut off Toji. You broke up with Megumi, after all. Not his dad.

Though you didn’t expect to be lifted onto his chest of drawers when you came over and fucked within an inch of your life. You decided to come over and collect the last of your things and ended up staying a little longer than planned when Toji offered you a glass of wine. In hindsight, you’ve realised that he offered and spilled it on you just to get you upstairs.

“Kid’s a fuckin’ idiot,” he snarls, resting his forehead against yours. “Perfect little pussy, baby, so fucking perfect.”

You watch him as he pulls his head away from yours and licks his thumb, lowering it to rub your puffy clit without slowing his thrusts. Your head falls back against the wall behind you, feeling lighter than air and losing all sense of control as he fucks into you slow and deep.

He smiles at you as you place your hands on his shoulders, moving his lips to softly kiss each of them.

“Knew he’d fuck things up eventually,” he announces, confidently, “The minute I saw ya, I knew Megumi wasn’t gonna be able to handle you, darlin’.”

“Fuck, Toji, h-have you been waiting for this?” you ask him, already knowing the answer by the way he smirks.

“You think too much.” he tells you, leaning forwards to make out with you again. He’s right, of course, but the harder he ploughs into you the muddier your thoughts become. All you can think about is him. There’s inklings of regret as Megumi flashes through your mind. He sees it behind your eyes, he must do. Because soon after he grabs your face in one large hand until your cheeks pucker. “Stop thinkin’ about the piece of shit, he’s not thinking about you.”

“Oh my God…” you huff, knowing he’s right. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer again, moaning into his mouth as your walls begin to tighten. “Make me— wanna cum—” you tell him, earning another passion induced kiss and faster thrusts.

“Yeah? Wanna cum, baby?” he asks, and you nod in turn. “Can I cum in this pretty cunt?”

“P-Please, yes please!”

The moaning from both of you is raucous as he chases his own high and forces you into yours. You cream around him beautifully. He still can’t believe what an idiot Megumi was to let you go. But he won’t complain, not when he’s emptying his balls into your gorgeous little pussy.

You pant and move the hair out of his face being stuck down by his sweaty forehead. He laughs, softly, and you can’t help but join him when the reality sinks in. Though he helps you down and picks up your underwear from the floor. He grabs his shirt while you slip into them, feeling particularly vile when you feel his warm seed seep into the gusset of your panties.

He watches you as you pick up your jacket and your phone.

“You’re on your phone already?” he laughs. “Don’t tell me I was just a cheap fuck.” he teases you, and you smile.

“No, sorry.” you smile back as you let the intrusive thoughts whirring through your mind win. You were going to delete his number, though you’re glad you didn’t as you hit dial on Megumi’s number. You’re pleased Toji doesn’t hear the faint ringing sound, and you’re even happier when you see the time going up on your screen, seeing that Megumi actually answered.

“hello?” you hear him say a few times, muffling the sound as you put it in your jacket pocket.

“I can’t believe we had sex, Toji.” you speak, doing all you can to not smirk as you’re sure Megumi’s heart just dropped. “You won’t tell Megumi, will you? I’m so mad at him… I hate him… but I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not telling him.” Toji nods, agreeing. “Can’t lie though, I wouldn’t mind fucking you again.” he chuckles.

“Then…” you approach him again, kissing him. “Fuck me again, Toji. Wan’ your cock again. Want you t’cum in me again. Need you… s’bad.” you moan quietly as his hands begin exploring your body. He lifts you up and throws you down onto the bed, pulling his jeans down again.

“Fuck me, princess, thought you’d never ask.”

You begin kissing again, unsure how much of that Megumi heard. But you make sure to keep your volume sufficiently high as you make out with his dad.

It’s the least he deserves for cheating.

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adding onto to how gojo won’t spar with le!reader since high school that one day baby comes to school with them. The parents are sparring to show all the students on the green field and gojo wins obvi so he playfully pins us down in victory but baby sees it as his mama is hurt so he starts crying until baby is in our arms bc he got scared 😭

!!!!! this is so cute okay i think i know how to write this now😋 soon nonnie…. when i got back from my vacation i’ll add this as a new entry in masterlist😗

[thyspite]

Hello! May I request death/plague/pestilence-themed NPTs? With transids and usernames please, …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ thank you 🙏

⠀◟ ͜⠀⠀ ۪⠀⠀test subject no. 002 . . .

𓂂 𖥔⇢ DEATH ╱ PLAGUE ╱ PESTILENCE THEMED NPTS

tw / cw 𓏴 ˙◟ mentions of religion and death

𝒞 　 𓈒　　names . . 　 ❜

morrigan ◞ thanatos ◞ persephone ◞ hades ◞ hel ◞ azrael ◞ kalma ◞ lilith ◞ pandora ◞ miasma ◞ raven ◞ obsidian ◞ onyx ◞ necros ◞ pluto ◞ calamity ◞ valkyrie

𝒞 　 𓈒　　pronouns . . 　 ❜

hx╱hxm ◞ shx╱hxr ◞ mor╱mogue ◞ plag╱plague ◞ reap╱reaper ◞ cor╱corpse ◞ dead╱deads ◞ ☠️╱☠️s ◞ kir╱kira ◞ necro╱necrom ◞ no╱non ◞ zx╱zxr ◞ no pronouns

𝒞 　 𓈒　　titles . . 　 ❜

harbinger of death ◞ lord of the underworld ◞ plague bringer ◞ warden of the dead ◞ crown of decay ◞ bearer of the scythe ◞ pestilence incarnate ◞ mistress of mourning ◞ death’s emissary ◞ wraith of woe ◞ the blackened herald ◞ (prn) of abyssal dread

𝒞 　 𓈒　　usernames . . 　 ❜

eternalreaper ◞ silentplagues ◞ ravenousnecro ◞ shadowharbinger ◞ shadowedveil ◞ oblivionbearer ◞ decayofeclipse ◞ organgore ◞ plaguephantom ◞ abyssalmorgue

𝒞 　 𓈒　　transids . . 　 ❜

transfaith ◞ transsubject ◞ transcorpse ◞ mutetrauma ◞ transdecaying ◞ permadeath

[7s1ns]

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[busterbby]

Can I request,,. TDD ichiro,,, ANYTHING WITH HIM IDK but maybe him being all shu and awkward since i doubt he dated anyone before the reader 🙇‍♂️

Sorry for the delay anon! Lectures started back up for me again, and it's been brutal!! This was really cute though.. and since it's February, I did do a valentine's themed prompt,, idk I just think the image of a very shy tdd ichi trying to pick out chocolates at the convenience store with you in mind was just v cute. Pls enjoy!! and don't be shy to request more tdd ichi if you'd like~ he deserves everything

— buying valentine's chocolates.

fluff. gn!reader. tdd ichiro.

Ichiro . . . isn’t too good with valentine’s, each and every year

sure, he’s gotten plenty of obligatory chocolates before from his friends at school (and perhaps a few confessions here and there), but valentine’s was nothing more than another day to him. another day of dirty work and scraping by for his bros

but this year — ah, this year, Ichi feels a bit awkward, as his chest tightens up and heart skips a small beat, even when he's all by himself. this year, valentine’s means a little something more

he sorta wants to swallow his nerves and finally confess to you

he hasn't talked to you much, necessarily. I mean, he barely even shows up to school as it stands; but, you're pretty good at school, pretty too. and, man, your laugh is.. probably one of the best things he's heard

and, he just doesn't know! Ichiro just likes you (ah shit, he sighs. that's.. too embarrassing, even to admit to himself)

he ends up thinking about you on his breaks from work, when he's hanging out with kuko in some alleyway and drinking soda. always

you're just.. really cute — Ichiro thinks, a bit blushy as he drinks his soda. but it's much too bubbly today, much too thick down his throat. he can almost choke from the bubbles, from how overwhelmed his heart is, when he remembers that laugh of yours again out of the blue

And.. ichi doesn’t exactly know how to go about this. he’s never liked anyone before, much less even had the time to. Of course, he knew about valentine's day, but he doesn't know what to do

sure, he’s seen the shoujos and all the romance tropes, but that’s pretty much the sole extent of his knowledge. and it's not like he can exactly ask his teammates. They're very.. non-romantic, in the nicest way; they wouldn't know

flowers or chocolates? maybe a candid confession on the school’s rooftop? mm, he didn’t know..

but, giving the one you like chocolates — that’s what all the animes and ads say. so he supposes that’d be the best way

then maybe he'd ask you out on a date? that's how it works, right? ichiro scratches his head, a bit perplexed, as he perhaps thinks too much of it in the store aisles

it’s just.. his heart contorts, the more he pictures you in his head, the more his heart skips beats; ichiro doesn’t know.. could he even confess to you?

he barely even shows up to school as is — would you even recognize him, the messy haired delinquent in your class? no uniform, piercings too, always breaking the school rules, barely passing his classes

and, his hands aren’t the perfect boyfriend type. they’re neither soft nor warm ; they’re big and callused, full of scratches and bruises from all the dirty work he does and fights he gets into

would he be the right boyfriend for you? surely you've heard of all his deliquent ways; perhaps you don't deserve a deliquent hothead such as him to be your boyfriend. not someone who gets into fights with his hypnosis mic, not someone about to flunk out of school

and.. he always has to work for his brothers — would he have the time to love you? surely you deserve better

and it’s so unlike him to dwell this much and rack his head over which chocolates to buy; but well, it’s you, and it’s his first time ever liking someone. He just wants to make sure he’s doing it right

damn, ichi sighs, heavy. his heart is in flutters, his chest tight, and his fingers shake a little as he grips the small box of chocolates to pay for. valentine’s is sort of a pain

I mean, shit. it was never this hard when he had to confront a rival gang, and his chest never hurt this much from any fights he's been in or punches he’s endured; this must’ve been the worst ache he’s ever felt, and he hasn’t even confessed yet!

he hopes you don’t see him as just a delinquent. he’s so much more, y’know..

his chocolates be cheap and store bought — not made with love, not the perfect shoujo confession. but they’re still just as sweet. perhaps the sweetest valentine’s chocolate there is on the market, with all of ichi’s feelings inside for you, as they coat your entire mouth so decadent

when he hands them to you, he hopes he isn’t just some type of loser who can’t look you in the eye. he hopes he doesn’t choke on the butterflies or make himself look like a complete and utter fool, as he stutters his way through asking you out

and maybe it’s not the shoujo romance way he’s read in all his mangas. not the picturesque confession he would’ve liked if he was just a better student of sorts or a better guy, just had a better life.

but even still, surely Ichiro is much too cute — the delinquent everyone knows, all red and awkward as he chokes on his words right in front of you. That glare could probably scare anyone away, but it’s strangely cute and gentle with you

and his marred hands full of bruises and scars — they’re so tender, you muse, when his fingers brush over yours quick. gentle and kind, unlike what they show

and the convenience store chocolate he gives, that’s sweet and smooth; when it melts on your tongue, then you’ll know the full extent of ichi’s feelings for you

he hopes you feel the exact same way too..

(maybe then, he’d make a little more effort into showing up to school)

[rinhaler]

Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time

omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.

words: 2.9k

Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though that’s nothing new. You don’t dare speak, worried you’ll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.

“I want to… ‘m just scared.” you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. “Do you still want to?” you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. You’re sure he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to, though.

Rin doesn’t do anything he has no interest in.

“Yeah.” he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. He’s so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. “We agreed,”

“I know.” you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadn’t lost them after you turned twenty. “Just checking.”

The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’ve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.

It didn’t go past hand stuff.

“I brought condoms.” he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk he’s sitting by.

“I- I’m on the pill.” you respond. “I heard it feels better without… those. But we should use them.”

“Okay, yeah.” he agrees.

“… but we don’t have to.”

“I’ll use one.” he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though you’re sure it would be for yours, too. “If you want me to take it off, I can do that.”

You nod, agreeing.

“This is so…” you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. He’d never tell you, but he’s just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but he’s still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.

Perfect, if possible.

“What?”

“Formal.” you shrug.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. “I just want to make sure everything’s going to be okay…”

“It’s fine, you’re right.” you smile, “I just thought my first time would be… romantic. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” you shake your head, dismissing the idea.

You knew you’d end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. You’ve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.

He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you weren’t interested in him, though. You’ve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldn’t dare try to cross a line with. You’re his best friend, after all. He wouldn’t want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.

“It’s not stupid.” he assures you. “Here, pick some music.” he hands you his phone.

You start to scroll and realise you’re looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you don’t comment. And you don’t pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.

The boy has good taste, you soon realise.

He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.

You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.

“Is this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or something…”

“N-No, this is fine.” you smile, “Thank you, Rinnie, this is nice.”

He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.

Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You haven’t even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.

“R-Rin… do you, um, d-do you watch…”

“Porn? Yeah. Do you?”

His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.

“I know it won’t be like that… it’s your first time. And mine.” he reminds you.

He’s always been so mature. And you’re glad he’s doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.

“Good, I’m glad,” he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. “Means you know what you like.” he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that you’re still a little nervous.

“I— I know guys can, you know, it can be quick… s-so don’t feel bad.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he shakes his head. “If I cum quickly, I’ll make sure you finish.”

He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.

You’re making out with your best friend!

Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he wonders.

“N-No, I didn’t expect you to be so confident.” you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.

Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.

He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.

“O-Ow.” you speak, softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Can I take your top off?” he asks between continuous kisses.

“Uh-huh.” you nod, dumbly.

He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.

“Can I see?” he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. “Fuuuuck…” he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.

“You should take something off.” you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.

You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.

He’d hate to ruin the mood.

“Are you hard yet?” you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. “S-Should we do it?”

“Wanna feel?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. “Look what you’ve done to me.” he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.

He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.

“Can I feel you?” he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. “You’re so wet…”

“S-Stop…” you reply, shyly, “s’embarrassing…” you tell him.

“You need to be wet for me,” he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. “You’ll be so tight… even for a finger.”

He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.

“Tell me if it hurts…” he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. “Sorry, I’ll go slower. Hold onto me.” he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.

“Kiss me,” you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. It’s still painful but it begins to subside.

“Gonna add another, okay?” he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. “Sh, sh sh, I’ll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we can’t fuck.”

You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles he’s read. All of the research he’s done.

He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.

“You have to worship the clit.” he recalls one of them saying.

He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.

“Are you gonna cum?” he wonders.

“It’s too much, Rinnie!” you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. “S-Slow down, please! S’too much!” you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

He doesn’t relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means you’re about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But you’re not her. You’re perfect.

You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very,” you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. “Rinnie…” you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me… promise you’re a virgin, too…” you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know what’s he’s doing. He’s seriously only done that once on another girl? It’s a little hard to believe.

“I promise. Was it really that good?” he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. “I’ve been preparing… reading about stuff. Asking advice. I’ve told you everything I’ve done, I swear.”

He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.

“We don’t have to do this.” he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. “Do you want to stop?”

“Um,” you think about it. He’s asking as if he isn’t already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.

“What about just the tip?” he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. He’s always known he was big, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.

He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.

Oh God this isn’t enough.

He knew he’d need more.

Just a little more.

He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.

“H-Hurts,” you tell him. “You’re really big.” you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.

He can’t help it, you’re spurring him on!

And he can only imagine how much better you’d feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. “Is it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?” you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.

“Yes.” he replies, without hesitation. “I’ll take it off.”

He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.

And it’s like you’re made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until there’s nothing left to give.

You’re crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and it’s too much. “I know I said just the tip, jus’ feel so good, princess.” he whispers delicately against your skin.

And, as expected, he doesn’t last long.

A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.

He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. You’ve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.”

“It’s okay.” you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.

“I need to fuck you again,” he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.

“W- now?”

“Soon,” he corrects you. “I want to taste you first.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[polycoins]

  🪙 autoshotacon

autoshotacon: a term for the attraction to boys/young boys, with the identifier being the young boy in focus.

or a term for deriving pleasure/euphoria from viewing as oneself as a young boy.

a flag for kinksters, paraphiles, consangs, shippers, selfshippers.

🫐original flag flag coined by anonymous requester

[image id: a flag with 7 evenly sized horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom in periwinkle, sky blue, yellow, white, yellow, sky blue, and periwinkle. in the center is an arrow, with its arrowhead and fletching in the shape of a heart colored in periwinkle. the arrow's body is in sky blue. /end id]

  📥 requests open!   📬 for anonymous   🔗 hd vector

🧺——— coined by anonymous, vectored by red bishop council

i hope that i understood this request well - i put in 2 definitions in the case i was mistaken of what this meant to mean. i also went ahead and made autololicon and autokodocon, and they'll go to the queue soon! — bishop

[chuluoyi]

i just had a horrible thought. spoilers for clannad and tw for death during child birth. in the second season of clannad, one of main character dies during child birth and her hubby is voice by nakamura (the goat), so im just replaying the scene in my head thinking about gojo and le!reader if in some alternate universe she dies giving birth to baby!gojo or baby #2 🙃

this is like the 3rd ask i got about this HAHAA🥹 i watched clannad too long time ago and omg i cried while watching it :’) tomoya is so inconsolable when nagisa died and on top of that their daughter also died too later— i thought then, why is his life so hard like :’)

…wait i’m seriously asking, do you all want the reader to die in LE? 🥹

[thyspite]

⠀⠀𓏏𓏏⠀⠀zan⠀⠀ ╱⠀ dottore⠀🩺

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reqs : always open⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀no dni ,, one blocks freely⠀𓎠

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　　𝒮𓈒　　about thyspite　　₊

mother mostly speaks of oneself in third person perspective . shx uses transids & is proship . vile is heavily against n/ncon and xenos/t/nism ; however ,, one is pro-cnc . chrono18 ) perma500+ .

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⠀𓎢𓎟𓎡 DOCTOR’S DIRECTORY . . . ᛝ

#𓈒 ୭ৎ Doctor’s Orders 📨 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 — Np( u )ts

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​#𓈒 ୭ৎ Anon Asks . . ❔ ۪ ݁ 𓈒 — Anonymous Requests

[7s1ns]

would it be possible for a sexting bot or something like that? thank youuu

📱 ིྀ 〰︎ sexting chris

“bet if i had u on my lap rn, bouncin’ all pretty, it’d be gone real quick”

𖥔 ˖ dirty messages

here you go my dear! sorry it was so late 🤍

P.S. this bot might get taken down AGAIN lemme know if you can’t access it, i’ll try n make a similar one :((

[wolfiesmoon]

Can I please request a female mc saying I can't use magic but I can hold the word in my hands and holding the twisted wonderland guys there face(because they are her world now she is stranded in a new world ) .

For riddle, Leona,Idia,Malleus please they deserve a lot of love.

I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED YOUR REQUEST I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK THAT LONG

read it here dear <3

[rinhaler]

ok but like nanami or geto fucking us in a room and gojo just goes in without knocking and sees. and it’s all awkward and he leaves but then ends up going into another room to jerk off cause it was kinda hot…

i would like to maintain that i am not a getou fucker but i hope u enjoy this nonnie :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, vaginal sex.

words: .9k

“O-Oh, shit, Suguru… should we stop?” you pant, your boyfriend still smothering your neck in soft kisses. It’s an answer in itself, but he still feels compelled to breathe the words softly against your skin.

“No, sweetheart, he’ll be fine.” he coos, nibbling on your earlobe. Ultimately distracting you completely from the awkward encounter of being walked in on while you’re naked with Suguru’s cock balls deep in your cunt.

Satoru leans against the wall for a moment while your bare form runs rampant through his mind. The way your swollen, bitten lip fell from your teeth as you moaned while riding Suguru’s thick length.

The way skin slapping against skin filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you. How sweaty you both appeared to be. You must have been at it for a while. And Satoru has never been so jealous.

He’d always had a thing for you, but kept it to himself out of respect for his best friend. But, fuck, that’s a hard thing to ignore. And now he’s dealing with another hard thing to ignore.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

But he finds himself instinctively walking to his own dorm room and leaning against the wall that he shares with Suguru. He can still hear you going at it. And his heart flutters.

You know how thin the walls are, and yet you’re making no effort to conceal your salacious little moans. You’re doing it for him, aren’t you? That’s what he thinks, anyway. That’s how he reasons it as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it to the ground. His sweats come down just enough for him to grab his aching cock.

And the little hiss he emits is pornographic as he makes contact with himself. He’s so turned on, so sensitive it’s almost sore to touch himself. But he can’t help it. He needs this.

He runs his hand over his drooling cockhead and is even taken aback himself by what a mess you’ve made of him. Without even trying. His head falls back against the wall with a gentle thump as he closes his eyes and imagines he is the one fucking you right now. The way you’re trying to be quiet but failing completely as Suguru continues to fuck up into you and viciously pound against your g-spot without remorse.

It should be him.

He looks down at his cock. It’s red and throbbing with a burning desire to be stuffed inside of your precious little cunt.

“Hhng, ah! Suguru! Don’t, d-don’t stop baby.. haaah~!”

Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Even if his hand wasn’t already blurring as he fucks into his fist, he’d have to after that. You want him to hear, he was right. You want him to get off to the idea of you. Of fucking you. Of being a seedy little witness to your filthy show.

You act so innocent, but you aren’t. He should have known.

It’s always precious little things like you that are the most depraved.

He doesn’t want to stop touching himself. He wants to enjoy the feeling of pleasuring himself with you at the same time forever. But he can hear your hitching breaths. The way you’re struggling to keep up with Suguru and how he has to help you even more.

He doesn’t want to stop.

But he has to cum with you.

The way Suguru tries to silence himself as he shoots his load inside of you makes him smile. Like it’s some secret that you’re fucking. It’s well past that, now. Gojo had already borne witness to your natural instincts consuming you both.

He fists his cock faster. Harder. Suguru doesn’t stop fucking you, rubbing your clit with his thumb all the while. He can hear it in your shaky breaths. You're close. You’re so fucking close.

And you’ll cum together.

How romantic.

He doesn’t hold back his own moans as he hears you succumb to your building orgasm. It’s only right that you know what you’ve done to him, he thinks. And for a moment, it goes silent, when you realise what is happening in the room next door.

You’re covering your mouth, much to Suguru’s dismay. He yanks your hand away and interlocks his fingers with yours. Still fucking his softening cock into you relentlessly.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirks, “We wanna hear your pretty moans.”

And Satoru’s cock spurts glob after glob of white, shimmering cum onto his stomach as he moans boisterously for you. Suguru really is the best friend he could ask for. He could have so easily stopped fucking you and started a fight over the fact he’s masturbating over you.

He’s generous. Sharing you and your gorgeous moans with him. He didn’t have to, of course. But Suguru knows how lucky he is to have you. He feels sorry for every other man on earth since he knows no one else can have you.

“Fuuuuuuck me.” Satoru sighs as he finishes, jerking every last drop of cum he possibly can.

“You’re welcome, Satoru,” Suguru laughs, knocking his knuckle against the wall behind him. You collapse above his body, resting your head on his shoulder as you come down from your high. “Don’t make a habit of it, though.”

“A habit?” he laughs, knowing it’s far too late for that. “Next time, I want to watch.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[luviefleur]

hiiiii, can you make lockscreens for soyoon (sesoneon) please? If you could with some recent photos of her from Instagram I would love it too! ily so much <3 thank you in advance <33 😽😽

soyoon lockscreens ♡ !

[chuluoyi]

I can't wait for son gojo teenage years and adulthood 😌😌😌 I wanna see him grow up but also don't want to..but growth is the part of life so..😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

awww so true growth is a part of life but!! i still want him to stay a baby for a while longer🥹 like ughh i have been holding off the requests about older son gojo as a result😭