“Hands Behind Your Back.”

shy horny girls that are physically incapable of telling you what they need are so much fun to break

pre-canon dog training

I woke up in a MOOD.

Idk if I wanna fuck or fight something.

Just want to be hugged but also fucked til tears are streaking down my face while getting whispered sweet nothings.

Is it too much to ask for?

the duality of a sleepy girl..

on the one hand i want so desperately to cuddle her.. want to hold her in my arms and want to be held.. want to hear the slow in and out of her breathing.. i want to be so safe and content just laying there in the peace of the morning.. i want sleepy kisses and little smiles and giggles and the feel of her soft skin against mine...

and on the other hand i can't help but picture waking up to her voice soft but commanding "open" and sleepily opening my mouth.. to find her fingers stuffed in.. and i'd be so sleepy i'd take a few seconds of gentle sucking to register what that taste is.. then i'm sucking and licking so eagerly and whining when she pulls them out to give me more to taste..

I just LOVE being a switch.

When you're feeling dominant turn me into your crying mess with your fingers deep inside me.

When I'm feeling dominant let me have my hand around your neck with my strap pumping in and out of you.

When we're both feeling submissive let's rut against each other's thighs while we whimper into each other's mouths, desperately needy and aching.

When we're both feeling dominant let's tear each other's clothes off while we back each other up against every wall in the house, and probably break a few things on the way.

Ugh it's just so perfect.

u know sometimes it hits me that i am deeply, expressly loved, and fuck, guys, i honestly remember being depressed as shit and so hopelessly sad, and so fucking alone, and i swear, i know it sounds like bullshit when people say “it gets better” because i thought it was bullshit, i thought it was just “it gets better for everyone else but not me,” but it’s really really really not just other people. it means you.

i am so fucking loved, i am loved beyond my own comprehension, and 5 years ago, i would have never known, i would have never guessed, i wouldn’t have ever even believed it. 

and yeah, i’m still fucked up and i still have a shit ton of issues, but i’m not alone anymore. i’m working through them, and someday, i will be okay. there is light at the end of the tunnel, as cheesy as that sounds. i have shitty days, in fact, i have more bad days than good days, but my friends love me and hug me and tell me they love me in a million different ways, and i don’t feel alone anymore. 

it gets better. i swear on my fucking life, it gets better.

i am so fucking grateful, so goddamn fucking grateful, for what i have. i have a close few friends that love me for who i truly am. i have friends who know me, who get me, who i don’t have to lie or pretend about anything, and they get me, and most of all, they understand and accept it. they encourage me. i have friends who believe, 100% in me. i have friends who love me. 

5 years ago, i didn’t think i’d ever have half of what i have today.

things get better. 

i’m not a different person. i am, more or less, the same. i’m still not a happy person, i’m still a cynic, i’m still a pessimist, etc. but i am happy, sometimes. i am happy and i smile and i look at my best friend and i laugh out of sheer joy. things get better, and you don’t have to change who you are. 

i don’t know what my point is. i guess: i don’t know. i feel like so many people here send me asks saying that they’ve had shitty days, or there are kids who have had shitty months or years or lives, and honestly, i can’t promise you’ll be okay, but i can promise that this is not forever. 

you will not be in this situation forever. 

5 years ago, i was suicidal, depressed, and profoundly lonely. 

i haven’t had a real suicidal thought in over a year now, and when i do, it’s always fleeting. i am happy more than i am sad. i’m still lonely, and i’m physically alone a lot still, but i can call my friends and talk for hours with them. i fall asleep smiling, some nights. 

there are bad nights, and i still have my fair share of hurdles to overcome, and lifelong burdens i’m going to have to carry, but i can keep walking, every single day. i can get out of bed without forcing myself, i can smile without feeling like my face might break, i can laugh without feeling strained and exhausted.

i didn’t believe any of this was possible 5 years ago. i didn’t even think i’d live to see my next birthday, 5 years ago. i’m so glad i did.

i’ve seen 2 of my nieces take their first steps. i taught my nephew how to say my name. i’ve pet an inordinate amount of dogs and cats. i’ve lost people i loved, and i’ve gained a few. i got to see my cousin graduate. i have my incredible, wonderful, spectacular best friend, a human being that i literally love with my entire soul. i have friends who are different and funny and strong and loud and beautiful and loving. i have had every single one of my top 10 happiest memories in the last five years. i have felt safe and loved. i have laughed so hard i cried. i have laugh lines, now. 

the best moments of my life have happened in the last five years.

so maybe this is dumb and i should stfu, but i promise, i fucking promise, this isn’t forever. it isn’t. it might suck and it might hurt and it might be the worst thing in your life, but someday, it won’t be like this.

so believe me when i say: it gets better.

do something for me, princess?

hands on the wall. good girl. now leave them there until i'm done eating you out. better not take them off the wall too soon or i'll have to punish you. you can behave for me, right? ‹𝟹

MEN AND MINORS DNI.

i’ve been through enough can i just have hot and steamy lesbian sex now