lllunaverde

[lllunaverde]

matsuhana is always there to stuff you up, exactly exactly exactly

oh realllll!! they wouldn’t deny you anything. ask and you shall receive. actually you don’t even have to ask, bc they know you and your body so well. they just know when you wanna get down and dirty.

there’s lust swirling in your eyes when you’re thinking about getting stuffed by them during mid conversation. whatever was rolling off makki’s tongue dies when he turns back to look at you. he looks over to issei who’s already taken notice of the situation and their minds are in sync. they give each other a knowing look and shit gets real heated fast. you snap away from your haze when you feel issei’s palm on your cheek.

“whacha thinkin about princess?”

[lllunaverde]

there's nothing i hate more than a yaoi woman hater

[lllunaverde]

FUCK

matsukawa can spend hours touturing your clothed pussy, he likes to fold your legs, exposing your full mound, the soft fabric of your panties creasing between the folds of your eager, pulsing pussy, it's lascivious and wet, and messy, just as he likes it, he teases you for being impatient and his thumb caresses your clit over and over, your panties get soaked and his fingers slid between your folds without removing the annoying fabric with pathetic ease.

he mocks you for being so wet and needy hat you can come without being properly touched, and you try to hold it in, but you keep spamming as you are becoming hypersensitive, and he needs to see you beg, wants to hear you say how much you need for him to really touch you.

"what are you talking about? I am touching you".

he mocks you, and begins spanking the exposed expanse of the back of your legs, and hen the slap reaches your pussy and you wail in place, unable to overpower him, despite how big you thing you are he can't help but chuckle.

finally, his eagerness takes the best of him, and when you have been bared to him, he dives in, tongue circling around your clit, lips sucking and nibbling as his fingers hit your insides in that perfect hooked motion that has you shaking and pathetically kicking your legs as you come into his grinning mouth.

he smiles again, cause he knows this is only he beginning, and you are ready for him to take more from you.

[lllunaverde]

Oh my god

matsukawa can spend hours touturing your clothed pussy, he likes to fold your legs, exposing your full mound, the soft fabric of your panties creasing between the folds of your eager, pulsing pussy, it's lascivious and wet, and messy, just as he likes it, he teases you for being impatient and his thumb caresses your clit over and over, your panties get soaked and his fingers slid between your folds without removing the annoying fabric with pathetic ease.

he mocks you for being so wet and needy hat you can come without being properly touched, and you try to hold it in, but you keep spamming as you are becoming hypersensitive, and he needs to see you beg, wants to hear you say how much you need for him to really touch you.

"what are you talking about? I am touching you".

he mocks you, and begins spanking the exposed expanse of the back of your legs, and hen the slap reaches your pussy and you wail in place, unable to overpower him, despite how big you thing you are he can't help but chuckle.

finally, his eagerness takes the best of him, and when you have been bared to him, he dives in, tongue circling around your clit, lips sucking and nibbling as his fingers hit your insides in that perfect hooked motion that has you shaking and pathetically kicking your legs as you come into his grinning mouth.

he smiles again, cause he knows this is only he beginning, and you are ready for him to take more from you.

[lllunaverde]

still sick and i just dreamt of Tetsu

[lllunaverde]

Why do I have to be sick

[lllunaverde]

"Mission", Leonard Cohen

[lllunaverde]

hope I'm not just a mutual to you guys but also a chill girl that has a lot of things wrong with her

[lllunaverde]

yallllllllllll🙏🏼🙏🏼🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼😭🙏🏼😭🙏🏼😭🙏🏼😭🙏🏼😭🙏🏼🙏🏼😭🙏🏼😭😭🙏🏼

[lllunaverde]

ARGHRGRHRHRHRHR MY KUYA PASSED HIS NURSING BOARD EXAMS

[lllunaverde]

issei matsukawa • cocoa butter kisses

his lips hungrily chased yours, tongues sliding against each other savoringly, hands grabbing at each other’s shirts to get a good grip on reality. getting lost in on another was a common occurrence between you and matsukawa, and at this moment, you didn’t want to.

there was still so much you had to do within this hour, but the way his fingers gripped the back of your neck was nearly enough to change your mind.

his teeth sunk into your bottom lip lightly, tugging as he pulled away just enough to disconnect your lips.

“just give in.” he mumbled before kissing you once more, tongue sliding back into your mouth without a second thought.

so you did, deciding that whatever plans you made with your friends could wait another day as you moved your tongue against his lustfully, giving him all of you finally.

he would’ve called you a good girl, but that would mean that he had to pull away from you again, and doing that was no where in his near future.

his car radio played a tyler, the creator song that you knew by heart, the seats vibrating as the bass rumbled the car with each beat as your lips and tongues moved with one another.

issei’s fingers traveled down your neck, tickling the sensitive skin underneath them as they moved to your collarbone and rested there. your brows furrowed in confusion before he began tracing the shape of it softly, as if to savor every part of you. his other— the one that gently held a the hem of your shirt— hand moved to your waist, caressing the area mindlessly, fingers digging into your clothed flesh softly.

as the song ended and moved onto another, the rhythm of the vibration changed, shocking you both at the sudden chaotic bass.

he pulled away, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips at your surprised gasp.

you both open your eyes, noses touching affectionately as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“that took a bit of a unexpected turn.”

you agreed by smiling gently, craving the feeling of his taste once more as you looked down and noticed how swollen and spit covered both of your lips were.

he look delicious as always, his hair disheveled and lips glossing with your saliva as the street lights hit his face.

his car was parked in a empty parking lot of a local hangout spot; a clearing atop of an old hill that looked out on the city, also a common makeout spot. it was cheesy of him to bring you here— you knew that, but it was also so hot that he wanted your lips tonight just as badly as you longed for his own.

“wanna continue, beautiful?” he asked sincerely, a gentle tone in his voice hinting that he would’ve been understanding if you declined.

you took a shaky breath at his raspy voice, having not spoken many words in an hour caused his throat to sound achy. your lashes tickled his cheeks as you blinked slowly, mind foggy with utter, pure want.

“of course.”

[lllunaverde]

😭

[lllunaverde]

ever since i did this, ive been peaceful hahdhahdjahhs for now before i get back in writing

[lllunaverde]

im normal about this, actually

give me geto who loves chubby girls and he can't enough of them.

pleaseeeee the first time this man sees you jump to put jeans on he knows he's got it bad for you. how that denim stretches snugly over your thighs, hugging the swell of your ass, fitting over your calves, and when you're trying to get that buckle to clasp while almost breaking a fingernail and having to suck everything in, he sears it in his memory and saves it in his spank bank under the many other fleeting everyday moments you manage to make so erotic.

ripped jeans so tempting as they give him a peek of the skin underneath, his finger itching to run over them when you're straddling him in the back of his car steaming up the windows or when you're pressed up against him in a booth at a restaurant whispering promises laced with cheap booze and salty fries of getting on your knees and taking him down your throat. the creases and lines it makes in your skin when he's pulling them off at the end of the day, he's so greedy for it. fitted to you like a second skin as he roughly tugs at them, because it's taking way too long getting to what he wants, what he craves. he can't help himself, fingers pressing into your flesh so hungry and carnal. he groans before he's ripping the fabric to shreds, tearing it off your body like it was merely a sheet of paper. "i'll buy you another one." he tells you, feeling not even the least bit sorry about it.

it's in the smallest things that he's mesmerized by you. his entire body trembles with it when you're walking around the kitchen in booty shorts that say 'I'M JUST PEACHY' on the back, rambling on about the rest of your day and listing off things you have to get at the market but he can't begin to focus or make sense of it when all he wants to do is get on his knees and worship you. adoration of the highest kind, reverence, and awe for the way you stand on your tiptoes to reach for the tea and he sees them riding up, revealing the faint streaks down the slope of your ass. he's ditching whatever he was doing beforehand, saying fuck it to his job and everything else because he's so distracted when he doesn't even notice you gasp and almost fall over at the feel of him pressing kisses over your soft, delicate skin, his teeth playfully nipping into it, leaving light bites on your ass cheeks, each of them holding more than just a teasing sentiment, mine, mine, mine.

your breaths puffing out hot and desperate when he takes you there on the floor of your shared kitchen, rutting into you like a man who's lost all sense, slipping your panties to the side without taking off your shorts and watching the way they get soiled when fisted in his grip, the threads fraying, the fabric drenched in between your juices pooling below you and his sweaty body above yours. and it's only when he's cumming over them with a guttural growl, fat droplets of his seed painting seeping into them before he feels that flicker of remorse, knowing it was another pair of your clothing he's ruined. that when he's looking at the aftermath of it, staring at the extent of his fervor, he feels almost gutted as if he's tainted you or something.

he's meant to admire you, watching and gazing longingly from afar the same way he takes you to an art museum and he sees renoir's 'woman after bath' for the first time. he's captivated and in love. or like how he sees you in a pretty lilac sundress for the first time with the puffed sleeves and ruffled skirt and he forgets how to breathe for a second. instead of wanting to kiss you on the hand or whisper compliments in your ear, he only thinks of how he wants to fuck you just like this, his own fantasy of a beautiful woman pulled from his favourite classic novels come to life, so graceful and charming and shy now in front of him as a real and tangible thing.

"i like you more than anyone else." he tells you all the time, just as a reminder whenever he gets irritated by the world outside the one you two have. that if anyone were to judge you, make you cry, see you in a certain light just because of the way you looked—he never cared for any of that. and he means it so much that he tries to hold back a little, anything to set his desires at bay, to not be such a horny piece of shit all the time because he knows you are more than just your body.

spends long hours at the gym trying to not think of you and failing when he sees a woman wearing leggings and he wishes it were you instead. doesn't do anything remotely productive at work all day because he wants to help people sure, but none of that is happening when he's always excusing himself to go jerk off in a bathroom stall to the image of you begging him to fuck you harder, make it hurt, make you sob into sheets when his hips slap against your ass, watching it jiggle. how he drags his feet a little when he's walking up to the apartment because he knows the moment he's opening that front door, you'll be there to greet him with a pout and he feels himself crumbling on the inside when your eyes start to water, that lower lip of yours quivering, already jumping to the worst conclusions.

and it's when you tell him "take me as i am." that he lets go. fucks you on the couch like an animal and forgets about the window that's wide open because you love the view of the night sky and bustling city. his cock hits the parts of you so deep inside it makes you whine and mewl and your eyes roll back when he keeps going. doesn't even care that right across the street is another building housing anyone who could just about see the outline of his body hovering over yours, hearing you cry out like a whore all because this man can't control his urges around you. he thinks they should watch, watch him get addicted, turning you into his obsession, claiming you because no one else would ever be able to, that the only way geto—flawed and unmerciful and so, so beautfiul—ever made it into your heart was because he chooses you and you, him.

[lllunaverde]

how come i only found this now?!?!

give me geto who loves chubby girls and he can't enough of them.

pleaseeeee the first time this man sees you jump to put jeans on he knows he's got it bad for you. how that denim stretches snugly over your thighs, hugging the swell of your ass, fitting over your calves, and when you're trying to get that buckle to clasp while almost breaking a fingernail and having to suck everything in, he sears it in his memory and saves it in his spank bank under the many other fleeting everyday moments you manage to make so erotic.

ripped jeans so tempting as they give him a peek of the skin underneath, his finger itching to run over them when you're straddling him in the back of his car steaming up the windows or when you're pressed up against him in a booth at a restaurant whispering promises laced with cheap booze and salty fries of getting on your knees and taking him down your throat. the creases and lines it makes in your skin when he's pulling them off at the end of the day, he's so greedy for it. fitted to you like a second skin as he roughly tugs at them, because it's taking way too long getting to what he wants, what he craves. he can't help himself, fingers pressing into your flesh so hungry and carnal. he groans before he's ripping the fabric to shreds, tearing it off your body like it was merely a sheet of paper. "i'll buy you another one." he tells you, feeling not even the least bit sorry about it.

it's in the smallest things that he's mesmerized by you. his entire body trembles with it when you're walking around the kitchen in booty shorts that say 'I'M JUST PEACHY' on the back, rambling on about the rest of your day and listing off things you have to get at the market but he can't begin to focus or make sense of it when all he wants to do is get on his knees and worship you. adoration of the highest kind, reverence, and awe for the way you stand on your tiptoes to reach for the tea and he sees them riding up, revealing the faint streaks down the slope of your ass. he's ditching whatever he was doing beforehand, saying fuck it to his job and everything else because he's so distracted when he doesn't even notice you gasp and almost fall over at the feel of him pressing kisses over your soft, delicate skin, his teeth playfully nipping into it, leaving light bites on your ass cheeks, each of them holding more than just a teasing sentiment, mine, mine, mine.

your breaths puffing out hot and desperate when he takes you there on the floor of your shared kitchen, rutting into you like a man who's lost all sense, slipping your panties to the side without taking off your shorts and watching the way they get soiled when fisted in his grip, the threads fraying, the fabric drenched in between your juices pooling below you and his sweaty body above yours. and it's only when he's cumming over them with a guttural growl, fat droplets of his seed painting seeping into them before he feels that flicker of remorse, knowing it was another pair of your clothing he's ruined. that when he's looking at the aftermath of it, staring at the extent of his fervor, he feels almost gutted as if he's tainted you or something.

he's meant to admire you, watching and gazing longingly from afar the same way he takes you to an art museum and he sees renoir's 'woman after bath' for the first time. he's captivated and in love. or like how he sees you in a pretty lilac sundress for the first time with the puffed sleeves and ruffled skirt and he forgets how to breathe for a second. instead of wanting to kiss you on the hand or whisper compliments in your ear, he only thinks of how he wants to fuck you just like this, his own fantasy of a beautiful woman pulled from his favourite classic novels come to life, so graceful and charming and shy now in front of him as a real and tangible thing.

"i like you more than anyone else." he tells you all the time, just as a reminder whenever he gets irritated by the world outside the one you two have. that if anyone were to judge you, make you cry, see you in a certain light just because of the way you looked—he never cared for any of that. and he means it so much that he tries to hold back a little, anything to set his desires at bay, to not be such a horny piece of shit all the time because he knows you are more than just your body.

spends long hours at the gym trying to not think of you and failing when he sees a woman wearing leggings and he wishes it were you instead. doesn't do anything remotely productive at work all day because he wants to help people sure, but none of that is happening when he's always excusing himself to go jerk off in a bathroom stall to the image of you begging him to fuck you harder, make it hurt, make you sob into sheets when his hips slap against your ass, watching it jiggle. how he drags his feet a little when he's walking up to the apartment because he knows the moment he's opening that front door, you'll be there to greet him with a pout and he feels himself crumbling on the inside when your eyes start to water, that lower lip of yours quivering, already jumping to the worst conclusions.

and it's when you tell him "take me as i am." that he lets go. fucks you on the couch like an animal and forgets about the window that's wide open because you love the view of the night sky and bustling city. his cock hits the parts of you so deep inside it makes you whine and mewl and your eyes roll back when he keeps going. doesn't even care that right across the street is another building housing anyone who could just about see the outline of his body hovering over yours, hearing you cry out like a whore all because this man can't control his urges around you. he thinks they should watch, watch him get addicted, turning you into his obsession, claiming you because no one else would ever be able to, that the only way geto—flawed and unmerciful and so, so beautfiul—ever made it into your heart was because he chooses you and you, him.

[lllunaverde]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

oikawa - panicked. “omg you’re gonna die” “tooru is just the flu.” what a drama queen. makes sure to get all your medicine from the drug store and he follows everything to the letter. always checks up on you to see if you need anything. he babies you, basically. very worried boyfriend.

iwa - calm and collected, but slight worries. cooks for you and helps around the house bc you’re incapable atm. will only give you foods that will help you get better. will explain to you what every ingredient is useful for in your recovery. mr. nutritionist over here. he only wants a speedy recovery for you tho <3

makki - makes sure you’re comfy. puts movies on and keeps you company. if you don’t wanna watch anything he cracks up jokes and tells you outrageous stories about his previous jobs. hiro makes sure your pillows are nice and fluffy, blankets are enough to keep you warm. he knows being sick feels miserable, so he tries to help ease that feeling with your favorite snacks and guy by your side.

mattsun - much like iwa, he would ask you to stay in bed and not to get up unless you need to go to the bathroom. brings you hot soup and tea in bed. he checks your temperature every other hour and makes sure you’re not getting any worse. After he’s done attending you, he likes to give you forehead kisses before leaving you to rest. just like his best friend he will also give you company, but only if you want it.

[lllunaverde]

......it's the fact that it's not just one message....let's put the phone down for a while, anon, you need it

it is a FACT men ONLY like to be called MEN names

it is CANON megumi is a MAN.

it is CANON megumi ONLY likes to be called MEN names

umm, i’m not sure what were you trying to say with this asks anon, but if you are pressed about the last megumi fic and reader’s ex making fun of his name being “girly” the point is the ex being an ass, so yep, also if you are pressed about megumi being remotely related with something feminine, maybe try to think about why you’d think that’s bad? and whatever you think a MAN is supposed to be, maybe think about about your prejudices about that too.

in japanese megumi is a traditionally female or feminine name, so yep, that’s literally it.