How About You Call Me So You Can Talk Me Through It This Time.. I’ll Lose Myself In Your Voice And

tested positive for wanting to be drowned in kisses and affection

Keeping you safe from grown up responsibilities by fucking you into sub space and making you call me dada for the rest of the day

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

hi!

not sure if this is the way to do this, but I’ve got someone for your blocklist: doll-tamer

he’s gone by a few different names on here, depravedromantic was one of them. I don’t have screenshots of his harassment towards me on snapchat but I know many others had similar problems with him. and I think you had made a post previously warning people. I didn’t realize it was him right away with this new blog, which terrified me that he found me again. so I wanted to make sure other people were safe!!

Thank you so much for telling me this. I did make a post about depravedromantic in the past and so did @tinyxgoddessx and many others. Please stay safe out there everyone.

I would stroke your hair while you lay on my chest if you even care

📚Buy her books and eat her pussy📚

I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Tell me what a naughty girl I’ve been.

Some girls just need to be held.

Poor little girls who need to scroll through tumblr while being wet. You just can’t help yourself can you baby? Looking at such perverted things and getting off to the idea they could be done to you. Fingering themselves and thinking about a cock instead. God isn’t that the cutest thing!

Friday afternoon

Your shoes were killing you. You’d been on your feet all day. Meeting, after meeting, after brain-rotting meeting. The sandwich they’d fed you was mostly tomato, and you had to pick it apart to take off the things you didn’t like. You managed to escape before Boring Manager Rob could ask you to work a bit over. Life is a drag from 8:00 to 5:00. Everyone drives two cars on Friday it seems.

But… on Friday afternoons? On Friday afternoon’s you’re Daddy’s for three whole days. You come home and throw yourself into their arms. No more work clothes - only pajamas, or onesies, or a t shirt. No more undies - only diapers, and MAYBE a pull up (if you’d earned it). No more responsibilities - just Daddy’s attention. This was freedom. This is who you are.