#umm anyways

lol — was sketching out a floorplan for stereks house in the sims (i demolish and rebuild them a new house like every other blue moon; im indecisive).. anyways it lead to me drawing them for no other reason than i wanted to..

I made them because you're precious, Trin.

Hands hastily grabbing at clothes, racing to get each other undressed while refusing to part for even a moment. Hips grinding together in desperation for any sort of friction.

Eventually, they give up on removing clothes, and focus on the delicious drag of fabric on their clothed cocks. Maybe Mic threads his fingers through Aizawa’s hair, pulling just enough for him to let out a short whine.

In retaliation, Shouta bits Hizashi’s bottom lip, pulling the skin between his teeth, eliciting a low groan from the other man, and another yank to his own hair.

Moments pass, and they each feel their climax approaching. Hizashi gives another firm tug to aizawa’s hair, exposing the man’s neck. Leaning down, he begins leaving mark all across the space. Bites, scrapes of teeth, drags of his tongue, sucking hickeys into the junction between his jaw and neck, you name it. This pulls a series of moans from Aizawa, who grips onto Hizashi while his orgasm rushes over him.

Wanting to please his husband further, he keeps up the grinding motions, and Hizashi comes soon after.

Bathing in the afterglow of their shared orgasm, Hizashi gently picks up Shouta in a bridal carry, and heads toward the master bathroom to draw them a warm bath, and afterwords, they get into bed together, cuddle, and fall asleep.

He was always taking care of his siblings and little kids always get sick, it's like the cold isn't chasing them; it's the other way around.

Due to this, he would get sick more than the average person and developed a strong immune system and he probably had a higher pain tolerance. And he probably wouldn't ask for help because once again, his parents had seven childern, they didn't have time for him. He learned to be independent in a self destructive way sometimes. (Apparently trauma can make a person overly independent.)

This man would be dying on the inside, headache pounding in his mind, on the verge of tears because of how much it hurts and about to bang his head against a door to try and make the pain go away. But on the surface he looks fine.

The first time he broke down in front of someone was when his migraine got so back that he wouldn't sleep and forgot to drink or eat sometimes when it was exam season. He was just silently sitting there, hoping no one would realize he was crying but no one did. They only noticed when they heard the sound of flesh hitting the ground as his body lost consiousness. He fainted. Face wet with tears. He could no longer feel the pain. He could no longer feel anything in that state of unconsiousness that felt seemingly infinitesimal.