TOMORROW I'M GOING TO SEE MY HUSBAND SANEMI AT THE CINEMAS!!!!

TOMORROW I'M GOING TO SEE MY HUSBAND SANEMI AT THE CINEMA’S!!!!

😭😭❤️❤️

the tortured poets department

i can't, i can't. ijust can't. i can't stand not having Katsuki. i need him, right now at this very moment. i want him.

it's just, look at HIM!!!!!

#iminlove <3

people; main character is the best

bnha fans in twitter;

can we talk?

like, what’s going on??? now they all love sanemi???

you bitches, these last few years they were in charge of telling my man ugly and now they love him. im jealous. 😡😡😡😡hahahaha

my man deserved all this attention from the number one moment on the screen. that chapter number 22 of the first season of kny. iwill never forget what I felt for SANEMIII as soon as I saw him. I love my man sm.

but, i appreciate that everyone sees his beauty. he deserves this popularity and much more.

he is everything and i love him. i think im lovesick for him.

Here’s a Baby Fever Sanemi teaser for an imagine I started working on in August and simply… forgot about 😔

“Yeah, I do.” he breathed out, eyes focusing on your intertwined hands, chest picking up in pace as you both entered untouched territory with this conversation. “Well, indulge me, paint me a pretty picture, Sanemi.” He laughed, letting you go now so you could finally turn your body and face him properly. “Paint you a picture, hmm?” he questioned in a low tone, smirking at you as you nodded eagerly, that familiar glint in your eyes. You were sitting on your knees now, hands clasped neatly before you on your lap while you waited for him to speak. “Well, would you like me to paint this picture verbally, or would you rather I show you in a more… hands on way?”

You smirked, bringing your hand up to your cheek to tap it idly, pretending to think about the answer. “Well I’ve always been more of a visual learner…” You squealed, that was all Sanemi needed to hear before he was pouncing on you. The force of him pushing you back against the couch nearly took the wind out of you, laughing loudly as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You kept laughing, the feathery light kisses on your skin were ticklish. Your hands found their home in his hair, playing with the soft strands as his lips moved closer to your mouth. Sanemi loved the sound of your laughter, especially if he was the one making you laugh.

Sanemi’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your laughter as he spread your legs apart to accommodate his weight. Your lips parted easily for him, allowing him to lick his way past your lips and dancing around your own tongue. He tasted as sweet as the honey in his tea, warm and inviting as your mouths moved against each other. Your hands intertwined in his white locks, tugging at the roots until he was shivering from the sensation. Each tug caused his cock to grow harder, the thrill of your body sending him over the edge as his hips subconsciously rolled into yours. Breathless, you parted, his face hovering just above yours as his hands came down to cup your cheek. “If we really do this, you know there is no going back, right?”

“I know, I want this.” Your tone was softer, your hands untangling from his hair so you could hold his scarred cheeks just as he held your own. “Make me a mommy, Sanemi.”