katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.
โkill them with kindnessโ Wrong. CURSE OF RA ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ข ๐ฃ ๐ค ๐ฅ ๐ฆ ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฉ ๐ช ๐ซ ๐ฌ ๐ญ ๐ฎ ๐ฏ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ฒ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ต ๐ถ ๐ท ๐ธ ๐น ๐บ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ฝ ๐พ ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐
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
A dating sim with stans!
Swooning Over Stans by sovonight (itch.io)
scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unlessโ๏ธyou eat a lemon
nanami who tries his hardest to act like a gentleman when he finds out youโre a virgin. he respects that you wanna wait to lose your virginity but when the time comes, he can't control himself anymore. he kisses you with newfound urgency, his hands tangling with your hair as he pulls back your head so he can enrapture your neck with his lips. and god, when he gets to see how wet you are for the first time, his restraint snaps. he spanks your pussy before ramming two fingers into your tight hole. when tears prick at the sockets of your eyes, he whispers sweet nothings; "i know, baby. i know. it's a little intense." you cling to him helplessly, moaning into his shirt. "you gonna cum, honey?" you nod quickly before your juices flow all down his hand, soaking his wrist. a day or so after, you get flowers sent to your door with a note attached that says, "miss you lots, thank you for allowing me to do that to you. can't wait to feel you again. - love, ken."
what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
Okay bad news:
Boyfriend is still dead
Health is still declining
Acne is still being acne
Good news:
This shithead still exists
I LOVE THIS MAN
ยป๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ || Stanford Pines ||
Request:
Ford never considered himself lucky, Highschool was miserable though he owed a lot to Stan to help him get through it and he knew he still needed to keep apologizing to his brother knowing he was partially responsible for the fall out.
And then he met you, his soulmate, the love of his life lying here in his arms.
It was a quiet day, Summer was slowly fading into Fall. The days were getting colder and you seemed to be enjoying being in his ams more as you let your head rest on his chest.
With a smile on his lips the let your finger weave through his hand. While your hand was smaller than his own it still was a perfect fit in your eyes despite the extra finger.
Though to you, to you that was just a bonus because he would always wrap the extra digit around your palm.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Peering up at him, a smile graced formed on your face as you brought his hand your lips as you gave the palm a kiss. "I am."
Sighing, Ford sunk into the couch more as tugged you closer to his chest. "Good."