@cherryblossomsenpai Dont Look At Me!!!

@cherryblossomsenpai don’t look at me!!! 🫣🫣

@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy this? I know you love Eren, my sweet angel 🥰🫶

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I want Eren so bad. :(

Like imagine being pushed up against the couch he has in his dorm, black leather to match the black dorm walls he painted himself (and got in trouble for). His hands running over the smooth fabric of the pretty little summer dress you'd thrown on hours earlier. To have his hands desperately grabbing at any of your

supple flesh he can, his mouth leaving hot, wet kissing along the sensitive skin of your neck. Sharp canines biting roughly on your pulse point and all along your shoulders that slowly become exposed when his fingers untie the strings of your straps. Soft puffs of air leaving his parted lips when you grind your thinly clothed pussy against the bulge in his baggy black sweats, the ones that drive you crazy each time you see him wearing them. Rough hands that pull down the top of your dress to expose your tits that sit pretty and perked when the cool air hits them. His hands move down to grab at your waist, pulling it towards him, forcing your back to arch so he can take one of your perky nipples into his mouth. Listening to your whiny little moans as he swirls his tongue around the perked bud, his cock twitching and straining against the fabric of his pants. When one of his hands comes up to play with your other tit, he listens to the whine you try to suppress, his dick throbbing beneath his sweats. His other hand falls to the skirt of your dress, slipping it beneath the fabric to snap the band of your panties against your hip, feeling you jolt against the couch, groaning when your pussy rubs against his dick. His mouth leaves hickeys and bites all over your tits, making sure to split his attention between them equally, while his hands slips into your now drenched panties. His fingers glide across your pussy, from your dripping entrance to your clit, collecting your slick and letting it coat his digits. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his fingers play with your sensitive clit, rubbing and flicking it between his fingers, letting your slick soak his digits so they can glide across the little bud better. Green orbs watch your every movement, every twitch and shift you make doesn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. His lips leave your tit with a soft pop as his middle and ring finger sink into your drooling pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit each time he thrusts his fingers. He leans back now, the muscles of his forearm flexing each time he thrusts his fingers, his veins beginning to show, his eyes trailing down to watch his fingers disappear into your sopping cunt. He can’t seem to choose what to focus on, your pussy or your pretty face. Your lips part to let out the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard, your hands gripping his biceps, your head falling back against the couch, and hips grinding all over his palm just to get more friction. Clicking his tongue softly, his deep voice calls out to you, “Come on baby, lemme see yer eyes. Wanna watch you when you cum all over my fingers. I wanna see what you’re gonna do when I have you on my dick. You can ride my shit all night, ma. Come on baby, you can do it. All ya gotta do it cum for me. I know you can, angel.”

Forever With Me

"Does this make me a bad person? Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"I think you're a fucking monster."

"Do you really? Is that by your own free will or what you've been led to believe by other people, my love?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me it does."

Chains rattle as hands raise up, showing off wrists rubbed raw. "It's my free will." A click of teeth, a hand running through messy hair, an annoyed huff. "That's not true. Don't be so cruel to me."

A sharp laugh followed by a scoff, head whipping up to meet crazed eyes. "Cruel?! You've got some balls. You're the one who chained me up."

The cold metal of a blade presses against warm flesh, digging into skin and just barely piercing it, and a low voice beside an ear. "Come on, don't be like that. It's me and you until the end. You're with me. Forever with me, my angel."

Awww, my little mushroom!! 🥹

I am tagging:

@yanderenightmare @heartofjasmina @bfbkg @callm3senpaii and everyone else!! Adding onto cherry, may you have a shake with your fries and nuggets. 😏

This is the Nugget of Friendship.

It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.

Yes. I mean YOU.

Now shoo.

Pass on the Nugget of Friendship

Much appreciated my friend.

Allow me to send it on to my b r o s.

@bigbrain411

@the-ultimate-puppteer

@spiritoflife22-blog

Locked in with @chrollohearttags 🤞🤞

I did it guys. Found myself a pretty little wife. 🤭🤭

Whatcha want, babe? A cottage? Beach house? Cabin? Penthouse?

My absolute love 🤍🤍🤍

My, love!

I think it’s time… I’m ready now!

I’ve felt this way for a long time and I’ve thought about it long and hard… I just have to say it or I’ll burst! 💥

We’ve fought so many battles together ⚔️ went on so many adventures 🗺️ spent nights together 🌌 and so much more! You’ve been on my mind since the moment I laid eyes on you! It’s become impossible to sleep, to eat, to shower (😉), to spend time with family, to study… because you’re always there, in my mind. If I had a quarter for all the times I’ve thought about you, I’d have a singular quarter, because you’ve never left my mind. We’ve become stronger, together! Bested everyone who dared to try us, together! And learned, together. I can’t hold back any longer, can’t pretend like this feeling inside me isn’t real, can’t go on acting like I’m okay… when I’m not. You’ve corrupted every fiber in my body, in my soul… and I let you. I allowed you to break through and surround me in your magnificent light, drown me in your being, it’s outrages.

My mind is yours, my body and soul you control, and my heart… well, I think we both know it’s been in the palm of your hand all this time. So, I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna be brave, face my fears, challenge myself to become better… for you. Because you… complete me. You make me better, you always have.

So… Cherry, will you…

Will you be my Valentine? 💐🍫🍒🍓

D’AWWWWW MY SWEET ANGEL!!!! 😫🥹🤍🤍🤍🤍 I am going to cry oh my goodnesss!!! Literally hands down the sweetest thing I’ve ever read! You already know you and I are locked in forever, not a single thing changing that!! I’m so happy to have met you and to have you in my life. My absolute everything. I would be so honored to be your Valentine this year and many more to come! I love you so very much 🤍🩷🩷🫶🏾🫶🏾

Omg, he’s so beautiful.

All credits go to: @iwanttobeaseme

So so amazing!! 😍😍

I just thought he would look good on this. What do you guys think?? 🤔

[Any interactions are highly appreciated!]

I’ve been seeing so many fine ass men and women on my dashboard it’s craaaaazy

From Demon Slayer, to AOT, to MHA, to JJK it’s all over the place and so is my sanity.

So, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to write a few blurbs (?) about a few of the men/women I’ve seen on my dash (it's just three people but I will write more)🤭

A warning, most of this is in my opinion, so there’s that. It’s just what goes on in my teeny tiny brain.

NSFW under the cut, featuring: K. Bakugou, K, Nanami, and M. Ackerman x Fem!reader (all separate)

@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy the last two, angel? 🤭

Katsuki Bakugou

He’s big and loud, he takes up so much space, his big, beefy body makes bodybuilders look like dwarves. He’s proud, gains attention anywhere he goes, who wouldn’t want a look at the handsome hero? He takes on the meanest, toughest villains, he models here and there, he’s on tv and billboards. His face is everywhere, everyone knows him. He bears the weight of so many responsibilities upon his big, beefy shoulders…and it takes its toll every so often. Until he met you, then that weight didn’t seem so heavy anymore. Suddenly, he doesn’t have to be Dynamite, he doesn’t have to be the big strong hero who saves people everyday. He can be Katsuki, or Suki, or baby, or honey, or darling. He’s yours, and you take care of him so wonderfully. He’s whatever cheesy nickname you decide to call him, even if he grimaces. You heal his heart, you melt his brain, turn it into mush.

Especially in bed. In the safety of your home, and the privacy it gives you, he’s just just Suki. He’s your good boy, following your every command to the t. You never would’ve guessed this big, dominant man would love to be dominated, but you’re not one to complain, especially with how pretty he looks beneath you. Beautiful red eyes watching your every moment, wrists bound together by a silk rope and tied to the headboard of your bed. His chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes, your fingers stuffed in his mouth, his pretty lips wrapped around your digits. Drool runs from the corners of his mouth, it coats your fingers so beautifully. Broken moans echo through the empty room along with the sound of skin slapping together, tears stream down his pretty face. His tongue swirls around your fingers, soaking them the same way your pussy soaks his dick. Praise falls from your lips, how much of a good boy he is, how well he’s doing, how pretty he is, how much you love him. Each word that falls from your pretty lips sends blood straight to his dick, making it throb inside your warm pussy. His cum suddenly spurts inside you, a drawn out whiny moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself, he whole body spasming as his orgasm hits him like a truck. Ropes of thick, sticky cum fill your pussy, so much that his dick does little to plug you up. It drips from your pussy, coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, yet you don’t stop bouncing. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, you speak in your sweet, sweet voice, “Oh, you did such a good job, baby. Can I have another?”

Kento Nanami

Nanami was a sweetheart, he loved to dote on you, even if you aren’t really together. You both worked with each other, doing whatever necessary, be it on missions or simply business, you always got the job done beautifully. It seemed like you both shared the same mind, always coming to a conclusion nicely. Nanami thought you were beautiful, a radiant little thing who didn’t have a single bad bone in her body. You hardly gave him any problems, even if you did he could never hold that against you. You were too precious for him, too lovely, too much of an angel. And to you, he was a wonderful man, who respected you and your ideas. He always heard you out, gave you amazing feedback, and he always strived to help you become a better version of yourself FOR yourself.

Nanami’s hands slowly glide up your thighs, softly gripping the supple skin, his mouth kissing and licking along your neck, sending your mind spiraling. His dick rubs against that sweet spot inside you and a loud moan echoes in the office room. Nanami deep voice grounds you momentarily, one of his big hands coming up to cover your mouth, “Shh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone hearing you, do you? I know angel, you feel so good. Fuck—you’re such a good girl.” His head comes down to rest on your shoulder, his pace faltering when your gummy walks squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. “You’re close, sweetheart.” A statement, never a question. “Go on angel, cum on your cock. You can make a mess, baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got you sweet girl. Go on, give it to me.” And you do, you cum all over him when his dick brushes that sweet spot again, your legs trembling around his waist, your eyes rolling back. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your pussy walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing and squeezing him, sucking him in repeatedly. “Good girl. My good girl. You got it, pretty.” His hand that was once covering your mouth, moves down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Soft whimpers of his name fall oh so prettily from your lips, gracing his ears. “K-Kento, ‘s too much!” High pitched moans and squeals fill the office but he makes no move to quiet you down, why would he silence a pretty little thing like you?

Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa was a quiet girl, she was always kind towards you. Always giving you any notes you missed, saving you seat next to her in class all the time, offering to tutor you whenever you didn't understand a lesson. A sweet girl with round glasses framing her pretty face, always dressing so modestly, she never got in trouble, all the teachers loved the straight A student who never caused problems. Who, rumor had it, was the prettiest virgin any guy had laid their eyes upon. So imagine your surprise when you see the so called virgin at a party one of the frat boys throw, dressed in tight leather pants and a baggy black sweater that barely hits the waistband of said pants. She's got a drink in her hand, her back against the wall, and her eyes are roaming about the cramped room. You spot Eren and Armin nearby and assume they had brought her along since the three were inseparable. Seeing a bottle being set down in the middle of a group, you smile to yourself, raising your head and catching her eye. Since she came to the party you wonder if she'd mind playing a little game with you.

Soft bodies press against each other, softer moans filling the small, dimly lit closet. Mikasa’s round glasses fog up as puffs of air leave both your mouths, lips barely leaving the other’s as your kisses get sloppier. Saliva coats Mikasa’s lips, sticky gloss smudged along her chin as she struggles to keep up with the pace you’ve set. Hums of delight leave your lips, your fingers tangled in her hair, your tits pressed against hers. She’s overwhelmed by you, yet she finds the courage to push against you, tilting her head to the side to grant her better access to your mouth, her tongue slipping past your lips and entering your mouth before you realize it. Her hands come up to grab your tits, squeezing the soft mounds gently, swallowing your sweet moans as she pushes her tongue deeper into your mouth. Your hands slide down from her hair, running down her back to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to you in the small closet. Mikasa pulls back from the kiss slightly, catching her breath as your hand slide lower to grab at her ass through her pants, your nails digging softly into the supple skin there. As each second passes, Mikasa grows bolder, her hands cupping your tits and squeezing harder before her right hand drops down to your thighs and nudges them apart. Her fingers glide up along your thighs before stopping at your panties, her wide eyes looking into yours for a moment before she presses her thumb to your clit, feeling the damp patch that seems to grow with each swipe she makes. She continues to watch you, taking note of each sigh, moan, and twitch as she continues rubbing your clit through the thin material of your panties. Her lips trail kisses along your jaw then down to your neck, leaving reddish marks scattered about before she flattens her tongue along the column of your throat and slowly licks up, her thumb still swiping along your clit. Her left hand dips into the low neckline of your little dress to play with your tit better, her fingers softly pinching and pulling at your perky nipple. Your mind grows hazy as her lips descend from your neck towards your collarbone, licking and sucking marks there too. The coil in your tummy begins to grow tighter and tighter as Mikasa’s thumb rubs at your sensitive pearl faster, her teeth leaving their mark along the tops of your tits where they threaten to spill out from your low neckline. Mikasa’s fingers dip into your panties, her fingers collecting your slick before she shoves her coated digits into your mouth, much to your surprise. “You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, princess.” She purrs, her voice dripping with confidence, almost as much as your pussy drips with slick. “Why don’t I take you home and I can properly stuff you, pretty girl? Can I?” And as she shoves her fingers further into ryour mouth, her eyes staring into yours, dark and hazy like your own, an alarm goes off. Seven minutes.

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