Missionary So I Can Kiss His Forehead While He's Balls Deep In Me

kissing a boys neck from behind. hands on his waist. pulling his ass against you. listening to his breathing get louder as you slide a hand up his shirt and a hand down his pants

I think whoever named worcestershire sauce that should have the worst tummy hurty ever

YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP CLAGGOR WAS HOT IN ACT 1 S1 AND HES HOT IN S2. HES ALWAYS BEEN HOT. STOP IT.

Never related to anything more.

Katsuki Bakugo would literally rather die than let another man handle something as simple as installing a garbage disposal.

Like, imagine your kitchen sink is dripping, and instead of bugging your lovely boyfriend for the hundredth time, you decide to hire a professional. I mean, the guy's busting his ass every day; the last thing you want to do is inconvenience him with is your household repairs, right? Seems considerate enough.

But the second he finds out you called someone? Oh, fuck no. You barely have time to explain before he's landing outside your house, marching into the kitchen, toolkit in hand. Suddenly, it’s not about the sink anymore—it’s about his pride.

"What do you mean, you called some random guy to fix it?" he snaps, wrench in one hand. "You don't just invite strangers into your home."

You shrug, trying to stay calm. "Well, you’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to bother—"

"I don’t care if I’m up against the biggest villain of the century; you call me!" he snaps, already crouched down and grumbling about how professionals don’t know shit.

Katsuki insists on doing it all himself, but you’re nicer than that. So, being the kind soul you are, you take on the role of flashlight holder. All those years of helping your dad with repairs is finally paying off, as you keep the beam steady, illuminating the sink while Katsuki works.

“Make sure you shine it right here,” he says softer, tapping his finger against the pipes.

"Thank you, baby," you reply when the job is finally done, but instead of a warm smile, your boyfriend shoots you a look.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the floor. "Just don’t pull this stupid crap again."

Some more portraits hehe~ HxH is legit always on my mind.

biblically need this btw

Art by dachell_ART

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

so slutty when a man stretches and exposes his lower tummy. you know what you're doing.