Good Boy But In The Way You Praise A Hunting Dog After You Have It Gore Something

what the fuck did you expect me to feel when you gripped the back of my head like that and sank your fangs into my neck? Indifference? Disgust? NOT sheer adoration? be serious.

constantly switching between “this is MY tumblr and i post whatever i want” and “oghg  god . oh my god. okh god. okay. im going to talk abt. an interest now. im so sorry.”

what the fuck is casual dating. stalk me through the woods tell me I'm your mate for life and then kidnap me!!!

seeing pictures of men w blood on their face is like. oh man i wanna be you so bad. i wanna make out with you in a storage closet. i want to gently cradle your face and wipe the blood off with a washcloth. you are the ideal man. you are my pretty pretty princess

You know the fic is going to be great when 😈

every time i think, i take 10 damage

good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something

I am not immune to the charms of a weird fucked up little creature

i'm tryna cuddle my way into nasty sex

blood is the prettiest accessory a boy can wear