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[rinhaler]

step brother sukuna forcefully taking his stepsister's virginity <3 (with size difference)

sukuna has got me in the biggest chokehold and this weeks dub has not helped in the least long live ray chase

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, stepcest, creampie, use of 'good girl', virginity loss, vaginal sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, noncon photography.

words: 1.3k

“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.

He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.

You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.

“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”

You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.

“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”

“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.

“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”

“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”

“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.

“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”

“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”

You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.

“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.

“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.

“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.

“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”

“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.

You just can’t deny how good it feels.

“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.

“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”

His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.

“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”

“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it’s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.

He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.

When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.

“Don’t move.” he tells you.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.

He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.

© 2023 rinhaler

[kireilien]

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[kulemiwrites]

Do you think that they like backhugs

And with they, i mean you get to pick whoever for it becuz i am bad at picking sorry first time doing this ;_;

All good! Since you said I could pick, I think I’ll be going with my usual line-up. I also assumed you meant in relationships because tbh, I think if I went the platonic route, most of these might've been a 'No'🥺.

Thanks for the request! It was fun to think about :)

MASATO AIZAWA

He loves ANY form of physical affection that his s/o has to offer! He’s an affectionate man that craves the warmth of his person. A back hug, especially when he least expects it may startle him at first but he’d melt into it and run his rough fingers along their arms with a little smile on his face.

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA (0)

He doesn’t mind them, but he’ll grab the arms wrapped around his waist and chuckle out a “O-oi, what are y–” to cover the fact that he was a little caught off guard. If his s/o’s height allows it, he’d relax his head back enough to rest into their chest or on their shoulder and make a small humming sound that sounds suspiciously like a purr. 

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA (K)

It’s risky considering how on edge he is. If it’s done when he’s fully aware that his partner is behind him, then he’ll just mutter a “Hey, you...” and pry their arms away juuust enough to turn around and pull them into his arms instead. If it’s done suddenly at a time when he thought he was alone, there is a 50% chance he’ll lash out. On the bright side, he might apologize for doing so… Heavy on the ‘might’.

REINA HATTORI

Once Reina finds her person, nothing would make her happier than being held by them! It doesn’t really matter if it’s a regular hug, a side hug, a back hug or good old spooning in bed. She just loves to be loved on. The only caveat is that she startles easily. So, her s/o should at least warn her that they’re approaching.

KAORU SAYAMA

As long as it’s done by the person she trusts, she’s impartial to them. She hates people touching her but her partner gets away with most things. When it happens the first time, she just sort of goes big eyed for a second with a “What’re ya doin’?” but once she realizes they’re just showing her love, she lets out a sigh and a “Geez.” while patting their clasped hands as if she’s bothered– she is not. 

OSAMU KASHIWAGI

No. He might not appear bothered by his partner doing it, but he really isn’t a fan of anyone approaching him from behind. It triggers a part of him that he worked hard to leave behind. Aside from that, it’s like gymnastics for him to get over the part of him that is a little embarrassed by physical affection. So, it’s definitely not in his s/o’s best interest for them to do it in public.

KAZUMA KIRYU

When he was younger, he was probably a little taken aback by most forms of physical touch but life’s hit him in a way that sort of forced him to appreciate the bits that he does get. If his partner wrapped their arms around him behind, once the initial “!!” wears off, they’ll notice that so too does the stiffness in his body. He’ll allow himself to melt into it for a bit, but of course not without his signature, “Heh.”

GORO MAJIMA

The loss of his eye sharpened his senses in many ways, which is great because he’s been able to rely on it to keep himself (relatively) safe. That said, it’s not all that easy to sneak up on him. He sometimes jokes that his missing eye isn’t really missing, it’s just gone to the back of his head. So, by the time his s/o is stepping toward him, he’s already looking at them over his shoulder with his good eye and turning to meet their embrace with open arms.

TAIGA SAEJIMA

He’s probably not going to turn down a hug no matter how his partner serves it up. Originally, he defaulted to being the one wrapping his partner in his big, protective arms but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like being the one who’s getting swaddled in love instead.

[busterbby]

am I really about to be the first nsfw request on this blog... sorry for being a whore. can you write general ichiro nsfw headcanons pretty please 🙇✨️

lol dw anon. I too am an abolute whore for Ichiro. though who can blame us 😔 but I shall try !! This is my first time ever posting nsfw, so I hope it works!! haven't actually written much nsfw on my own, but I want to get better~ (and also I'm horny lol). but please enjoy!! and lmk how it goes!

— general nsfw hcs.

nsfw. gn!reader. ichiro. 18+ only ; minors do not interact!!

Ichiro . . . is a gentleman, in and out the sheets. a very sweet and attentive sorta lover (though at times a tease)

sorta like candlelight or rose petals on silk sheets. like moonlight that kisses you tenderly. a cute lover through and through; he wants to pleasure you first and foremost

(really though, he's still a dork deep down. still a nineteen year old loser with a huge crush)

he’s definitely a little awkward at first since Ichiro hasn’t had much experience in the past with these sorta things; most — almost all — his knowledge comes from hentai and adult visual novels, Ichiro embarrassingly admits

(and he definitely learns that some of the stuff in porn does not translate well to real life; but it's fun and you guys have a good laugh about it)

his hands seem hesitant when they roam up your shirt — heavy as they are on your skin, gentle yet. his dimples your hips or thighs, sweet; he fumbles a bit with the condom as it slips from his grasp a few times, Ichi a little (a lot) embarrassed; and, Ichiro seems to waver, when he pulls back from a kiss. his warm hands up your shirt, hot breath tickling your lips; and, as much as his eyes say, they still shake uneasy. are you sure?

but he only wants to reassure that you want this as much as him! and- man, trust him. Ichiro wants it very much. He just.. doesn't know; it's your guys' first time after all! and he wouldn't want to make the first move if you weren't entirely ready yet

but he’s a quick learner! there’s definitely more confidence later on, when Ichiro takes off his shirt so swift and smooth, when he shoots you that handsome smile — softness in his gaze

(and he gets cutely proud of himself when you cum like three or four times)

he’s a giver, first and foremost; Ichi is attuned to your needs. it’s just- he loves taking care of the ones he love!! call it his older brother instinct or whatnot. and he’d try to not cum until you do so first

you don't have to go down on him, Ichiro insists. but well, he's not opposed either. he's a little filthy inside, and he hates that he loves the look of you down in between his legs oh so much

very attentive to all your little sweet spots and what makes you cum. though sometimes, he can be a total tease with that too

he’s gentle too!! his little touches are so tender yet hot — never too harsh. especially if you're smaller than him. he could never be too rough (unless you're into that sorta thing)

more of a switch, really; ichiro doesn’t have a particular preference, and he’s more than happy to try out new stuff, especially if it's something that you're excited about (what can he say? he loves to please)

he’s not very loud since Ichi tries to contain himself. Sure, the house is usually empty — that, or Ichi makes extra sure to lock his bedroom door. but he doesn’t think he can ever look his brothers in the eye if they accidentally heard anything

(which is highly unfortunate since he makes the prettiest of sounds

but sometimes, a particularly load moan will slip through, and the flustered look on his face, the red blush to his cheeks, is the sweetest thing. God- did that really just come out of him??)

he does that sappy thing, where Ichi will trace his fingers up your arm and then hold your hand sweetly; he'll give it a little squeeze too, and somehow, it always makes his heart skip a beat each and every time

and he grunts your name underneath his breath during climax. a little raspy, a little rough; he says it with so much love. your name rolls like velvet off his tongue

he never does moan too loud though, but it's just enough for you to hear and make your heart tremble. they’re hushed, like a secret meant only for your ears

always mindful not to leave hickies anywhere too visible! maybe a bit lower on your collarbone, or on your inner thighs, but Ichi would never want to embarrass you or make it too showy. Unless he's feeling a bit more confident that day, of course. perhaps a little jealous too

but, ichi does get a tinge flustered, mostly very dork-ily happy, when he sees the marks on your skin. they're very pretty on you.. ( and hickies look quite good on him too! so make sure to give him lots and lots. they just suit him so )

and he likes to cuddle afterward, always. you’re just so warm in his arms, within these sheets. and it almost feels like your heart beats are entwined, breaths too; that's the romantic in him

[chuluoyi]

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 . . .

��� 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]

lacey. novice bot creator. she/her. slow updates. chris girlie ♡. hello kitty. delusional. touch starved. mug root beer. pink. plushies. dc. no sense of self identity. vampire diaries. burnt out. twilight saga. pink + white

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i have most of the editing complete, but throughout the week, i will be making updates as needed

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[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.

© 2023 rinhaler

[kulemiwrites]

HCs are open????? Let’s freaking go!

Something I’ve been thinking of for a bit, how do you think y0 Nishiki would approach having a crush that’s a little guarded and shy? I feel like just shooting his shot and being charming wouldn’t totally work on someone like that and I need to know how mans would struggle approach this! Tysm!

Hmmmmm! So, I took my time to really think this over and well, unless I’m misunderstanding, I’m not entirely sure if I can fully agree here, anon. I'm sorry! At least, not when it comes to my personal portrayal of him, but of course you’re free to think of him however you like!

As far as how I personally tend to think of him as I write, these are my thoughts. 

-While I absolutely 100% agree that his approach would differ greatly depending on the type of person he’s fawni– going after, I’m not sure if he could do so without his natural charm and charisma. That’s like, two thirds of his confidence haha.

-That said, his charm is just as natural as it is a put-on. He dresses it up or down depending on what a situation requires of him. Nishiki is very adaptable in that way. Even so, I don’t think this version of him– meaning the y0 version, will never not have some level of charm. That, to me, would be like a person changing a fundamental element of who they are for the sake of another and when that element is harmless, it seems almost… Unfair, for lack of a better word.

-As an example of what I mean by adaptable, in my fic Rumors, he’s still very much his charming self but he doesn’t really try to use that to woo our Reader character, who I wouldn’t exactly call shy but is certainly guarded. Hello– am I about to spoil my own fic? Lol, I’ll try my best not to. In one way or another, he essentially follows the reader’s lead. They don’t realize it, but they practically dictate what he does and doesn’t do– What he does or doesn’t say. 

-Believe it or not, even he deals with shyness to a degree. While it doesn’t exactly prevent him from chatting someone up, it quite literally does make him sweat. It makes his heart race even. He’s just gotten lots of practice. His shyness may differ in that it’s more so a result of the fear of rejection but that doesn’t invalidate it! For that reason, it’s not really in his interest to push anyone beyond their limits unless it’s for the greater good– and trying to get a cutie pie’s number is not exactly for the greater good, no matter how much he may feel like it could be. Lol!

-Simply put, he would meet them where they’re at. If letting them know from the start that he’s into them is the worst possible approach, he’ll operate from the opposite end of the spectrum and simply behave like they’re just a person to him. No more, no less. While it’ll be clear from his actions that they are far more than that, much of his direct behavior would say otherwise. Now, I’m not saying that’s the right way to go about it, but that’s just how things tend to pan out. 

-He would spend less time flirting and more time trying to get to know who they are as an individual, figuring out what makes them tick– what doesn’t, and using that to make modifications, I guess you could say. 

-Shyness is nothing, though. He can figure that out. Don’t be pushy, operate on their timing– no matter how much it pains him, keep his distance but not too much distance. Done, done and done.

-It’s the guarded part that would give him the hardest time. When he’s genuinely into someone, his desire to know the whole of them is what drives the pursuit. That’s honestly how anyone can determine whether what he’s after is a fling or if the feelings are more genuine: the persistence of the chase. 

-His main goal would be to do what he must to indirectly encourage them to let down that wall. Sometimes, that means disguising his romantic interest beneath the guise of complete disinterest. Not in a way that makes him come off like a rude asshole, but more so in a way that would lead them to believe that there’s not much behind his random inquiries about who they are and what they’re about. What’s he doing here? Is he just talking to them to pass the time or what? Meanwhile, he’s hanging on to their every word and mentally begging for more.

-That proooobably seems a little manipulative, but that’s what has worked so far! Now, if this person is so guarded that not even his best attempts can get them to open up, he’ll probably just chalk that up to rejection, lack of interest or incompatibility on their part. That doesn’t exactly mean that he’ll give up entirely, but it absolutely changes things.

Thanks for sending this! Any day I get to talk about the prettiest koi in the sea is a good day for me! 🥰

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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..

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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 :’)

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[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.”

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