It’s All Fun And Games Until I Get Called A Pet Name And Suddenly I Can’t Think Anymore

Look, I'm a simple creature. I don't ask for much. Dopamine, serotonin, makeouts, an unhingeable jaw, retractile claws, nachos, and the ability to summon black flames to devour my enemies. That's all. You know. Girlie stuff.

If you reblog this, in the next 30 seconds you will become a dragon.

>:3

um hdhsjsj hiii~.. <3

bites you

want to take a girl on a date to a fancy ass spa

oh no, we have to change in front of each other? try not to blush as we slip into our swim suits, definitely not taking tiny little peeks at each others naked bodies

get cozy and cuddly in the hot tub, our hands find each other under the water, arms and legs draped over mine

take a quick dip in the cold plunge pool, the change in temperature gives a rush of adrenaline, can’t help but notice her nipples hardening through her bikini top

race into the sauna to warm ourselves. body heat also helps we find out. so does kissing. it starts to feel like we’re generating more steam than the hot rocks in the corner

yeah, that would be a fun date I think

reblog this to pet the user you reblogged from please

letting out a little "uh uh uh" while being pounded into to assert dominance

#brat-pride

here’s what so many ppl misunderstand about the psychology of certain brats. not all brats, but a lot of us.

we don’t brat because we’re better, cooler, tougher, harder, or more fun than all you sweet good obedient little subs.

we brat because we also want to be sweet good obedient little subs—we just don’t know how to release control like you do.

sometimes it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that submission is weak. other times it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that we don’t deserve to receive pleasure, or attention, or dominance from another. sometimes we don’t believe our submission is desirable enough to offer it.

so we fight, and tease, and sass, and deny—until someone breaks us down and proves to us that our submission is wanted. needed, even. until someone shows us we can still be safe if we aren’t in control. until someone shows us that losing our control ≠ giving up our power. until someone shows us that we deserve the chance to be good too. just as good as you<3

forcing a cute girl on her knees and lifting her chin up roughly with one hand so her eyes meet mine and scratching behind her ear with my other hand while saying in a happy yet condescending voice, "whos a useless little faggot? is it you? hm? why dont you bark for me mutt?" until she understands that she is so far below me that she might as well worship me like a goddess

Me stumbling across a wild trans girl: "Oh, hey there."

Her: Hisses

Me: Calmly holds out my bio so she can smell the pronouns. "I write monster TF fiction."

Her: immediately starts meowing loudly for food.