[mzenins]

WADE 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 any pronouns. blk. 19. sideblog for (#⁈ ) jjk & mha writer. old men lover. [n]sfw content . . . . . . no requests only thirsts & suggestions.

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[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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[chericherilady111]

[eggsdoodz]

slept for 15 hours today and im mad about it !!!!!

[hinamie]

tiger lily

[goolvrz]

inner sakura

[mist-of-flowers]

original poem : & i am your daughter

inspired by @two-bees-poetry !

first time so it’s not my favorite （ ´_⊃｀）

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”

[swagvo1d]

[thejessc0de]

asa/yoru

[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[weltenwellen]

Joanna Klink, from “Night Sky”, The Nightfields

[bunnypets]

crocheted food headphone covers by tataykatelyn

[mzenins]

❛ a mess i can handle ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * jjk multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: period sex, fem reader, missionary & full nelson, praise, nipple play, p*ssyjob, overstimulation, dirty talk (?), usage of sex toys (vibrator)

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: satoru gojo, choso kamo, toji fushiguro

╰⪼┆ satoru could already tell from the way your perky nipples pressed up against your tight and even loose fitted shirts that you were menstruating. that, plus the small groans of discomfort that absentmindedly escaped from you throughout the day. wiping the small spot of drool that accumulated at the corner of his mouth, he watches you intensely as you strip bare and position yourself on top of the spread out towel.

you cautiously widened your legs fearful of the gooey visual to the entice disgust from satoru, but instead his large calloused hands assists you in the act of revealing your glory to his sapphire eyes alone.

“fuck, pretty,” he groans with melodramatics but yet on his end, it’s the most genuine reaction you’ve ripped out of him. “you’re gonna allow me to make you feel better, yeah?” his voice is a mere whisper. slurred with lust and excitement awaiting for your approval.

you nod your head. your knees slightly knocking into each other but your sudden void of words doesn’t satisfy whatever game he’s concocted with you. he tsk, “you got to do better than that sweetheart. don’t you want the cramps to go ‘poof?’” he chides, slowly teasing his throbbing cock over your lubricanted folds to emphasize his point.

the sensations alone sends shockwaves throughout your nervous system. hips bucking wildly in shock as you wither into the mattress like a wilted flower.

an embarrassingly loud moan ripples from your mouth and you squirm in his firm grasp. an irritated pout rests on your face intertwining with a flustered expression. “please make me feel better, toru.” a sleezed grin widens against his face similar to the cheshire cat, “see? that wasn’t so hard now was it, baby?” he presses a sweetened kiss against your forehead then aligns himself and finally slips into your warm pussy.

your eyes squeeze shut relishing in the thick protrusion dragging sharply on your gummy walls. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers finding solace at the nape threading through the hairs in a haste. satoru grip on your plush thighs tighten as his hips follow a mellow pace set to please you, his grunts are hoarse as gargled up whines seep through the room.

“so fucking tight, baby, you’re amazing. gonna make you all better,” he shudders. his tempo getting lost in the mist of his weak attention span as we watches both of your arousals and your blood become visible on his latex covered cock. you’re both not gonna last long…

╰⪼┆choso already has an app of his phone that track your cycle. he makes monthly accommodations for you, stacks up on feminine products that you use in different brands and is more than willing to put up with your irregular mood changes. so to say he’s a bit hurt at the sight of you lazily dry humping your pillow would be an understatement.

if you have a burning itch that can be only overcome by sexual stimulation then he’d sacrifice whatever he considers dear to him to please and aid you in a heartbeat. to hear your angelic whines of repentance chanting his name like a sinned virtue.

your back slightly arches off the bed, the thick fog of heat temporarily impairs your hearing, allowing for the loud buzzing sound of the vibrator wand on your clit to nullify. he heaves out a throaty sigh, gently assisting your body back on the bed, his cold hands makes you shiver. “please don’t move, you’ll make your body pains worse.” he sincerely mutters.

his assertive yet nurturing tone combined with the heavenly vibrations towards your puffy clit has you babbling nonsense, making small rolls of your hips to match the pace chasing for a sweet release.

choso notices your desperation and in turn wants to give more. that’s all he’s ever known; to give, give and give. it’s as if it’s hardwired in his brain for his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and tweak at your swole nipples, the buds harden more than ever. his eyes stained with a glossy overlay as he watches your supple face contorting in pleasure. your messy pussy clenching around nothing.

his wants and needs has been neglected for so long and starts to get the better of him. leaking precum smearing all over his boxers, the uncomfortable strain can’t be subsided with a simple palm over his clothed shaft.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry!” he chants by your ear plopping you repeatedly with vigour on his cock. your back pressed up upon his glistening chest and strained legs in the air. mixed moans flows through the air as he pulses and twitches inside of your weeping cunt “f-fuck cho i can’t!”

it’s rare for choso to be selfish, but he makes it worth your while with tender massages to your ached body after successfully getting rid of your troublesome cramps…

╰⪼┆toji would honestly rather keep you at bay than fuck you when you’re on your period. it’s nothing personal, he loves you and your body but the harsh to come out stains that follows with the activity has him dreading the inevitable.

he’ll service you in any other way possible; using his constant radiating body heat to act as a heating pad, watch sappy romcoms with you and dry your teary eyes afterwards, practically be your lapdog that doesn’t leave your side.

but as the days slowly pass by, toji grows insatiable. a bulldog that yearns for something digestible against its fanged teeth, he’s a man with needs after all and soon his desires clash with his beliefs, contradicting himself and turning into a bold faced hypocrite—but what else is new?

“c’mon doll, spread 'em farther f’me.” he coaxes devilish pumping at his veiny semi hard cock from the opposite side of the bed. you huff, your face grows warm in embarrassment but you comply to his demands as your meek fingers work their way to your folds, spreading them widely as toji ogles at your mixed sticky arousal and small residue of blood.

this is so humiliating. when he told you he had something special planned this wasn’t what you envisioned, then again, he’s a known wildcard. often getting tired of predictability. a grotesque groan emits from his chest, scarred lip twisting up sinisterly. he drops the hold of his shaft, then hastily sneaks his hand around your delicate waist to move you closer in his vicinity in one swift movement.

“doin' this for you darling…” a strong lie of his lingers in your ears as he fits himself against your puffed folds, thrusting back and forth hungrily. he’s truly doing this to satisfy himself but you don’t question his motives once his thick cockhead nudges divinely on your clit causing you to squeal.

the lewd squelching fills the room to the brim, your mewls come out automatically. his focused daggering eyes never leaving the sight of him messily slipping back and forth “you fuckin' love this don’t 'cha pretty girl? so dirty for me,” he growls out. your hands shyly covers your face but quickly nod to assure him…

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eren wonders if the ghastly glow from his television reflected onto his skin was bright enough for you to see how his forehead is littered in sweat, almost making a blinding shimming effect.

his hands are clammy but he already bets on your awareness of it as he subconsciously wipes his hands on his black sweatpants multiple times within the span of five minutes.

you were always so keen to pick up on his little tells and mannerisms that makes him who he is as a person.

his breaths are shallow but caused a nervous ache in his chest with each inhale he took.

he thinks he’s being sneaky when his eyes flicker towards your figure. his adam’s apple bobs heavily once his irises land on your slightly exposed stomach that fails to be covered by your frail tank top.

his gaze lowers towards the pudge of your thighs seeping through your shorts that dangerously ride up, almost giving him a view of the stretch marks that are etched into your body.

the sight of you elicits something so thrilling inside the pit of his stomach that only bubbles with such intense heat. it seems he isn’t as stealthy as he would pride himself to be, because your head soon whips towards his direction, “do you need something?”

your tone has powerful assertiveness in it but he knows you don’t have any ill intentions with your inquiry .“uhh, no sorry.” he yelps back. turning his attention back towards the tv, already feeling the blush creeping onto his ears.

he’s quite thankful the living room is dark enough to conceal his bashfulness, however the television provided enough illumination to showcase his bulge straining against his pants.

it’s your turn to have wandering eyes, as your eyebrows quirk up at the amusing sight of eren attempting —and failing— to readjust himself. you smirk at the thought of your boyfriend losing himself so easily just by a simple glance at you. at times you wonder what eren would do without you.

without another word you maneuver yourself into his lap to straddle him. making sure to place most of you weight onto his clothed cock, causing a choked up groan to escape from the man under you.

“why don’t you let me take of you, ‘ren. you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

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