#lemon.

[booooones]

sure yeah

[confessionronpas]

I think Hajime and Nagito are the same size. The exact same. This is only because I think it'd be funny for them to argue about who's is bigger (Nagito starts it. He doesn't actually care, it's just ragebaiting Hajime is part of their foreplay)

-hi it's twink anon again. do u remember me?

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[thebirdsandthebeezz]

I INCLUDED THIZ PHOTO IN MY LATEZT VIBDEO 🫶🫶🤫🤫🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️

Speaking of video i just saw it epic vrah!!!

Im so sad i cant see some and comment. PARENTAL CONTROLS WILL BE THE END OF ME.

[20churrneedsbread08]

Guess what.... Yes, WELCOME HOME!

I really liked his design, it makes me want to continue drawing him!🫎❤️‍🩹

...and Wally after eating Lemon *WHEEZE*

credits to @QuillSketch on TWT for the inspo!!

I liked that he eats with his eyes...

[laezel-daily]

[peacharchivedtm]

i feel like uzush/io often has or/gi/es. 

[kyousei-archive]

     @ironharvests​ sᴀɪᴅ: ⟰: the crinkle of blankets when being tucked in extra good

               SOURCE

     Silk sheets are wrinkled against Yagura’s bare back; he grasps at them above his head, to his side, anywhere his hands can reach. They are nothing between his fingers, they are cool to the touch and soft against his palm and still he thinks to himself that he’s going to have to make their bed again.

     Utakata’s hair is slick with sweat and Yagura loves how golden eyes shine like suns at him like this. A moan grows at the back of his throat, his thighs tremble. He pulls his lover closer and deeper with his heels and he gasps like he’d been keeping it hidden in the silk that covers them. ❝Uta--❞ He’s cut short with kisses and nips to his throat, as exposed and waiting as it is Utakata can feel the vibrations of every shuddered breath. Yagura’s eyes flutter.

     He can hear the hum of satisfaction rumble in Utakata’s chest. Thumbs trace his ribs and all their scars, down to the dip of his hips where small circles are rubbed. He’s warm; he’s flushed on his cheeks and his shoulders. Utakata continues to place his lips up Yagura’s neck and licks where his pulse beats. Yagura holds a fistful of silk to his mouth and moans into it. The tail end is loud without a barrier when his wrist is held down against their bed.

     Their sheets are a mess and they’ve finally left Yagura’s thoughts as he shudders against every touch his skin is blessed with.