It wasn't love, can tell you that for sure.

21|He/Him|Bi|Trans|!MDNI!

[iscreamvanilla]

BUG 💜

[mattsundaes]

somnophilia play with roommate!shinsou…….

[baradragon]

life could be so much easier if i could oscillate between a pussy and a dick at will but im sure many people feel this way

[lavender-underworld]

Writing more self indulgent Shinsou for the soul.

I truly in my soul feel that you could get this man to do anything if he loved you (which he does with his entire being btw).

So when you told him you wanted to make Christmas cookies he agreed instantly.

Unfortunately, however good you are at baking is immediately cancelled out by Hitoshi’s complete lack of cooking prowess.

The cookies looked molten somehow, (you knew how, neither of you could find any measuring cups or scale so he relied on his “ancestors” to help him. You're starting to believe his ancestors want him dead).

Against your better judgement you both tried the sludg- “cookies” and they were…. actually not that bad, somehow. You both still vowed to never speak of “the cookie incident” again.(After disposing of the biohaz- cookies first of course).

[gab4moss-deactivated20251210]

People often ask me why I only drink earl gray tea, sadly I can never tell them why.

The truth is I once read a ghost soap fanfiction where Ghost always smelled like earl gray and when I found some in my tea cabinet my first thought was “it CANNOT be that good bro”

It was that good bro

[snapscube]

do you ever just get the urge to post in a way that immediately makes you realize how badly you need a journal

[byjove]

one time someone sent me an ask that was like “do you think your posts are a little ‘old man yells at cloud’-y?” like. yes. this is my blog where I do that.

[mintmatcha]

blah blah blah you, the queen, ask your knight if he meant it when he said her loves the kingdom and the monarchy.

"Aye. I would do anything for it."

"Would you kneel before it?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Well-" You gather your skirts in your hands, knees exposed. "Then kneel."

And he does, hands gripping at the back of your legs, head pushing up and under your dress-

[mintmatcha]

ANTOHER BLAH BLAH BLAH-

"When I was princess, men worshipped me." Your drag your nails across his scalp. His mouth works against you patiently, dutifully.

"They'd do anything to be in my presence, to see my body, to touch me, to taste me," you sigh. "I could get two to lick me at once and they'd thank me for the experience."

The knight licks harder, brow knitted in concentration.

"I could never touch their cocks at all and they'd still kiss my feet in gratitude. Making me cum? Touching my tits? That was a reward in itself." Your rant continues. "When I was gracious enough to let them cum? To touch them? Jewels. Treasures. Adoration."

The knight's hand presses at your opening, two fingers sliding in and crooking-

"I saved my virginity for your king." You stroke the man's hair again. "And his three fucking inches. Flops on top of me every night and still no heir. It's no wonder: the little thing struggles to even get inside me and stay at attention. All I wanted out of a husband was a nice cock. I should have let my tutor marry me. He was thick and eager--"

The knight sucks hard and your body goes rigid. A quiver comes over you as you realize you're to cum.

"Yes, pet, like that-" you gasp. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes." He growls it into your dripping cunt, never fully breaking away. "Do not think of other men while I'm pleasing you."

"I only think of their cocks."

"You say that as if I do not have my own to offer,"

[ceruleanheaven]

the lion concerns himself with everything

[number-1-soup-fan]

no one will know which one it is.

[lavender-underworld]

Ok but imagine being Shinsou Hitoshis childhood crush.

You've known each other since you were kids, around five years old, and it's been game over for him ever since.

This poor, sweet, absolute boy failure is absolutely helplessly inlove with you and you have absolutely zero clue because he can't seem to confess to you for the life of him.

You're in the hero course, class 1A and he....is pacing outside your dorm trying to convince himself to knock on the door and finally ask you out.

It doesn't matter what you are, you're it for him. He doesn't care how many proverbial fish there are in the sea, you're his fish.

Or something.