15 Y/o Mist And Their Amazon Shigaraki Shirt. Sigggghhhh I Was Soooooooooo Cringe (fond)

he's so hot there's no way gojo didn't have passionate encounters with him

yall need to take aizawa away from me. like there’s no reason for him to be taking over my brain like this.

If you keep liking my posts I’ll have to come over and talk you through it.

mdni!! :p

cw’s!!: drug usage, coercion (kinda?? ur both high and he kinda pushes u to get high so idk), dacryphilia, andddd dubcon (once again, ur both high so take that as u will) ^^

high sex w ino on the brain yummmm……

ino had been basically feeding you his cart all night, holding it up to your lips and encouraging you with soft words and dilated pupils to match his high. he was so respectful about it too, immediately pulling it away if you shook your head or looked a little too dazed for his liking.

of course, it led to you two lazily making out on the couch, all desperate touches and rolling hips and heat. he looked confused when you pulled away with an airily mischievous smile, whispering an idea in his ear that had him nodding eagerly in agreement.

and now here you were, lazily rolling your pussy over ino’s cock in the trunk of your designated drivers van, her keys tossed haphazardly in the row of seats behind the two of you. you two had given her a lazy, giggly excuse of having to look for something, over explaining yourselves to the point where she was definitely suspicious of you two but begrudgingly gave you the keys anyways.

he let out a choked moan when his head caught against your slit, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips. he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you, his cloudy brain latching onto every twitch in your expression, every jolt of your hips.

“so pretty-” he strained, his voice cracking into a whine. you smiled hazily, watching his face carefully as you finally slipped him inside.

he looked debauched, lips falling into a small ‘o’ shape while his hips thrusted up into you, a loud whine leaving him. “so fucking wet- is that all for me?” his voice was a breathless whimper, his body only getting hotter when you nodded with a small smile, looking almost shy despite the position you were in.

he shook his head almost violently when you started moving, his fingers clamping down on your hips in an attempt to keep you still. you looked down at him, tilting your head in concern at the tears building in his eyes.

“y-you can’t, it’s too much… feels too good.” he all but sobbed out, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you reassured him with soft coos, your voice airy from the drugs still in your system.

you continued rolling your hips after he calmed down a little, quiet whines leaving you when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. you involuntarily squeezed around him, your cunt gushing around his already sensitive dick while your fingers started working on your swollen clit.

he was devastatingly close, his thoughts and mouth running completely on instinct. “fuck, i can’t breathe, ‘m gonna die, i-i can’t- feels so fuckin’ good.” he sobbed, his words slurring with his tears. you squeezed around him hard, your back arching as your pussy gushed onto his lower stomach.

he came a couple of seconds after you with a loud sob. his whole body trembled while his hands pressed your hips flush to his pelvis, making you take the excessive amounts of cum he was pumping into you.

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your friend came to check on you both an hour later, groaning softly in annoyance when she saw you both passed out and cuddling in the trunk.

at least you’d had the decency to clean yourselves up.

chat i got my tongue pierced and all i can think abt is choso

not even like him eating u out or u sucking his dick with the piercing in!! just messy make out sessions a couple days after he gets it pierced. he’s all drooly and his tongue is still sore so it’s soooo easy to take control, basically shoving ur tongue down his throat and all he can do is whine at the feeling.

ugggh just choso w a tongue piercing. yum.

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mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh

cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^

he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?

“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.

you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.

“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.

you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.

he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.

you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.

“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).

you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.

your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.

you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.

he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.

poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?

yea im eating him

best friend!ino is such a desperate loser for you, and he’s hardly ashamed of it. always at your beck and call and ready to serve—need a wedding date? he’s buying a suit. need a night off? he’ll finish up any paperwork you’ve got to do. need to destress after a long day? use him like a sex toy until you’re satisfied.

you thought he was joking when he first offered. but you were pent up and he was looking you straight in the eyes and asking—no, begging—to be used by you. takuma, you realised very quickly, will do anything to please you.

and he loves knowing he’s making you feel good. with you laid out on clean sheets, his hair tickling the insides of your thighs as he makes out with your pussy like he’s in love with it, which he is. moans as he eats you out, watching you through his lashes for any sign that you’re enjoying the way his tongue feels lapping at your clit.

he’s messy, strings of spit connecting him to you as he pulls back to tell you just how perfect you are. so he can watch his fingers plunge into you, curl upwards and bring you to orgasm. he never makes you wait, never makes you beg—he’d rather die than deny you anything.

and if you let him fuck you, feel you from the inside out, he’s just as eager to please. lets you ride him, control the pace and timing and keep him in check because he gets overexcited and too rough and fast sometimes. he can’t help it, though, you make him restless.

how good you feel wrapped around his aching cock, tip red and sore and desperate to fill you up with him cum. he has to do anything to keep himself from cumming—anything to hold out long enough for you to use him to his full potential. god he wants to be good for you, he’ll bite his lip and do math in his head and think about anything but the way you sink down on him and move your hips in painfully slow rolling waves of melting lust and—

he doesn’t realise you want him to come undone until he’s emptying his balls inside of you with teary eyes and choked apologies. your smile, though, tells him that you’ve been given exactly what you want. because when you kiss his forehead and push him back down into the mattress, takuma is met with another roll of your hips and the dawning realisation that you’re going to overstimulate his poor cock until you’re bored of the way he fills you so fucking deep it hurts.

he can take it, though. even if he can’t—he will. anything to make you feel good.

for my tumblr crush @creamflix

there was something so sinfully delicious and mystical about Geto’s “focus” statement when he was fighting Panda in the movie…… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

maybe one day i’ll properly format my posts. and make a masterlist. and an intro post. and- *loud gunshot*