*holds up my ocs* baby simba

two meads in and i'm asking my knight if i can feel how sharp his blade is 🤦‍♂️ i'm giggling and kicking my feet too. should i ask him to press it against my neck or is that too forward

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

when you’re running your hand through their hair and they’re absentmindedly enjoying it, and you tighten your fist ever so slowly and pull, and their blissed out smile turns to a moan

jerkin my shit to polaroids and the scent of her perfume like a drafted ww2 soldier

i was abandoned as a baby & raised by a wild pack of cigarettes

sorry i came in 52 seconds i am obsessed with you

Knight shaking blood off from war like a dog shaking off bathwater

wiping my cheeto dust hands on your shirt. i want to build a beautiful life with you

“Your days are numbered” yeah it’s called a calendar you fucking idiot.

foraging for a fuckberry to give

When you get mad, take a deep breath and count to ten. Throw a punch at eight. No one ever expects that.