隙あり！

i’m not possessive, but i am territorial so yes, wag your little tail at those that talk nice and sweet, exactly in the tone that makes your silly brain melt after all, it’s the scent of control i engrave in your bones, and not the pathetic mess in your panties they smell

“do you eat your noodles with a fork and a spoon?” - kitten asking me about instant noodles

“thank you for giving me 2 fingers in both my holes”- puppy

WHO THE FUCK ARE SETTING OFF FIREOWKRS AT SIX AM

tying her lower and upper arm together, placed tightly on the either sides of her bust, mouth gagged, tongue trapped, strapped on her knees like an obscene toy been thinking about this a lot, for the little pups that can’t quite hold their positions yet.

*gets addicted to the computer at a young age and is never the same again*

silly puppies that give me reasons to lift them off the floor by their collar and slap them

walking with my sub but not in a stroll way but a shepherd dog tip toeing behind their duckling zeroing onto them so they don’t get lost way

puppy and kitten got me this

*pat lap* come here puppy come come

i genuinely spend half my day breathing air and other half inhaling tar and nicotine

you’re done peeing? are you sure? mama’s pretty sure there’s more in you? what if i come closer and press a little harder on your poor bladder? hmm? squeeze yourself empty for mama, my poor baby.

hands cycling your back as i tell you stories about us in all the different lifetimes we spent together

,,ouch.

hand me all your secrets, the knives that race in your head. sharpen them and present them, the weapons that cut you deep. let me degrade you. let me destroy you. let me grace you with catharsis. let me hold you as you bleed. surrender, i’ll take care of everything.

blinks i’m not ouchie anymore!!

cookies and creams cookies and creams hmhmhmhm

do yall fuck w my minecraft house

foxy is craving a sandwich and not using her vocal cords for 24 hours