"He's A Drawing..."

sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken

They call me 007. 0 rizz 0 bitches 7 mental health diagnosises

Your man looks like he drops common loot when defeated

Everyone making fun of people who selfship with bill cipher, please just. Like. You’re on the hit social media platform tumblr dot com. Cringe culture is dying. Let people kiss the triangle, or the twink, or whatever version of bill they please. The world isn’t going to end because someone made slightly out of character romantic headcanons or a less than amazing drawing of their “Mary Sue” self insert oc kissing Bill. Learn to experience a little joy, a little whimsy if you will

nanami is still so beautiful even after the accident in shibuya, with half his body covered in dark slightly pink scars and one eye hidden by an eye patch, tidy hair is no longer so tidy as it used to be, but he's still impeccable.

with a strict care routine, he never failed to have you on his lap to apply the ointment to his damaged skin, sighing with every touch of your fingers, soft and smooth or strong and relaxing. taking off his eye patch and kinda messing up his hair to look at you, one eye compromised, but still pretty. he sometimes wonders if you still find him attractive even with all this, not feeling the same kento as before.

but there's no need for words, because just the way you look at him, the way you caress him, the way you run your hand over his face and lightly smile when he kisses your palm, the way you take such loving care of him or the way you desire him and the way you moan his name...

for nanami, it's enough.

how you stroke his bruised skin while he's eating you, or how you're careful to hold onto him while his cock thrusts into you, hes so in love look at this silly old gentleman

imagine bakugo dating you. youre his first girlfriend and he just...doesn't know how to act😭🥺

Sighs, I have brain rot now😫😫😫

As you both walked down the street, you could feel Katsuki's hand seeking yours, his fingers brushing against your palm. You glanced up at him, noticing the slight pink tint on his cheeks. He was trying so hard to act normal, but the possessive grip on your hand said otherwise.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Yeah, just... don't let go," he mumbled, looking away, clearly embarrassed.

A group of guys walked by, you remember them from school. One of them gave you a friendly smile and a nod to which you responded with a smile. You weren't going to be rude!

Katsuki's grip tightened, his eyes narrowing as he pulled you closer. "What's his problem?" he grumbled under his breath.

"Relax, Kats," you whispered, trying not to laugh. "You know Kaminari, he's just being nice."

"Fuckin' dunceface... can be nice somewhere else," he muttered, fingers growing hot as you realised that he was going to release explosions any moment now.

You placed a small kiss on his cheek and that seemed to do the trick because he looked at you and grinned, almost cockily.

Later, when you tried to pull away to grab something from your bag, Katsuki shot you a look. "What're ya doing?" His voice came out as a soft whisper.

"I need to get my phone," you explained, still struggling.

"You can do that with one hand," he insisted, not letting go of your other hand. "Just... don't let go, kay?"

You couldn't help but smile at his protective nature. "I won't Kats," you said, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't let go."

A belly can be a "slut waist" too. If you're not a fearful little freak

Shhhh… it’s okay, we’ll fix you right up.

what I want to do to mens' bodies is between me and God and everyone on the internet and no one else