What I Want To Do To Mens' Bodies Is Between Me And God And Everyone On The Internet And No One Else

biblically need this btw

Art by dachell_ART

It's them

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

i should be paid $250,000/year salary to make out with girls sloppy style

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."

my digital footprint is a clown shoe I fear

short walk in the sun momentarily heals local woman who hasn't felt real since she was 7

stanley pines has never looked better and i hate to say that his greasy, sleazy, cheapskate personality is actually doing it for me and i hate it

I will never again know the succulent flavor of a seatbelt