Noturstokeep - M

THE LOOK OF LOVE.

Touya with his hair from chapter 388

Guess who's licking his back?

(me)

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The things I wanna do to him.

I wanna sit on his lap and passionately make out with him as I feel him getting hard through his jeans. I want to pull down his zipper and grind myself on his cock, I wanna feel him throb and make him cum just by dry humping him. Then get on my knees and jerk him off and then taking his pierced dick in my mouth and give him the best kind of orgasms. I need to hear my name roll of his tongue and my name moaned spill from his lips.

Finally had the energy to hunt down my old comic notebook. Welcome back Tiny To Bean I missed you 🥲

"i cant wait to get home from work so i can do all that stuff i wanted to do"

when i get home from work:

bro 🥲

You think dabi uses endeavor's moves because there's a small part of him that still wants to make his dad proud?

Kotaro and Enji are the ones responsible for Tomura and Dabi, the same Toga's parents are responsible for what happened to her.

This is a story about abusive homes and how vulnerable are kids who grew up in them, and how a man would take advantage of it to use those broken kids and try to shape them into whatever they want.

This is a story about parents forcing kids to be someone else because they don't like who their kids are. This is a story about stolen identities and the tragedies of kids and teenagers dying or getting hurt, because their parents wouldn't accept them.

This is a story about parents ignoring the needs of their children because they think they know better. A story about repressing rage and sadness and being punished when you can't hold it back anymore, a story about society discarding kids since they are very young because they don't fit in, because they are scary or look scary or act scary, and scary just means different.

A story about not living to the standards, not being enough, sweet enough, normal enough, special enough, different enough, similar enough.

This is a story about how real tragedies and evil start with the little things, at home, at every home. At school, in the streets. About how dangerous it is to think "it is not my problem because it is not my family or my life". A story about indifference and irresponsibility and children always paying the price.

Always.