No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, on the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside in a train, on a plain, in the car, DEFF on top of me.
As minor as it may seem I鈥檓 so glad that mappa is taking their time with showing these quiet moments of domesticity in csm because that鈥檚 really why I love the series so much, the characters feel so human and a large part of that is seeing their mundane daily lives in contrast with the chaos of being devil hunters. Like hell yeah, show me Aki鈥檚 morning routine and the way he measures out his laundry detergent. Show me the Hayakawa family all eating dinner together. That鈥檚 what I wanna see babeyyyy