Had a dream where I had a dog tag that read "Rabies: do not let reproduce. Kill if lost."

My idle thoughts today have landed on the beauty of terrified prey. Pinned to the ground face down, feeling my warm breath on its neck. Its little heartbeat racing, pupils dilated, silent as a mouse. It knows that all it can do is avoid angering me further.

got a job for you, 621. i need you to take my strap all the way down to the base

thirst : quenched

big pants tiny top

*fires off a single fireball towards you that slowly tracks you* *fires off a single fireball towards you that slowly tracks you* *fires off a single fireball towards you that slowly tracks you* *fires off a single fireball towards you that slowly tracks you*

Never good enough gang Les gooooo ×explodes into confetti×

An easy guide to navigating queer sex

You should be ashamed. Yeah you. Your hand stroking and brushing against yourself. You hate how good it feels. You hate that a woman is standing over you. You were supposed to be such a pure girl, and now? Look at you now. You might wear white, but your halo is dark. /1

hey. don't cry. 2 hour teasing edging mind break handjob from an older woman, ok?

i want to hurt this rabbit so bad it permanently ruins our relationship and i have no reason to do so other than: have you fucking seen the thing. it's literally asking for it.

Work is the biggest chastity cage of all

Girl who has convinced herself there really is no more intimate way of loving someone than forcing a knife through their ribs and to their heart as they cum in her.

heavy are the boots that go unhumped

Handler WARHOUND: I don't fuck dogs Assistant: Handler, we, uh... we messed up on breaking this one? She's a, uh... well, she's a bunny, Sir. Handler WARHOUND: *nosebleed* Th-that will be fine! Leave her with me... and turn off the cameras

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Mysterious wood is when I read a fic with tags I've never heard of before.

that's right tgirl keep adding those ellipses

A common misconception about Hounds is that they are supposed to be mindless drones, human husks the soul has been snuffed out of. That couldn’t be further from the truth. We have robots and advanced battle AI for that. A Hound is a tool whose soul has been domesticated by their handler.

iiddontneed to SHOW OFF your boots i justwant to FUCK them okYaisgjsvskdbd okay??? ilsjsyembrf

you're a third rate pilot with a fourth rate mech

Isn't this that fucked up dog?

Yknow I think my Handler would be proud to know that I can't even touch myself without Her permission. Like, I genuienly *need* that command now.

Can a Handler and a Hound really frot?

It feels good to unmask after work

Advice for dating fucked up little freaks on the internet: Just talk to them like a pet. Whose a good girl? Whose my good girl? Hm? Do you want a treat? Oh? Yeah~? That bad huh? Speak! Good Hound.

Im hot btw, don't forget that

Smoking that ‘Pilot Pill’ pack, call me Kione the way I’ve got meat on the mind✨🌙✨

Unlovable delusions loser realizes she's not good enough, more at 11.

Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

A Hound who will never be able to touch her Handler. Crying, screaming, repeated attempts in the field to be a martyr of her own making. The hound's mind torn to shreds by years of starvation that welled in her skin, not for a lack of food.