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Hide & seek but I fuck you wherever I find you.

im a protected species you fucking asshole

i can be trusted around the box of ice cream sandwiches in your freezer

fastest person to remove my ability to think independently gets a free use doll for as long as they'd like

The witch cursed you to become a monster so that your outsides would reflect your character. Your home town took this news better than you would've thought. A lot better. You're more popular than ever and got immediately swamped by marriage proposals from just about everyone available in town.

I just want to hear the wet sounds that my puppy makes every time I thrust into him and watch him go dumb from so much pleasure while I tell him that he's such a good boy for taking it so well

when your owner looks at you and goes like "who's a stupid little mutt? gasp! it's youuuu, yes, such a dumb little dog." thwack. and the rolled up newspaper hits your puppy parts hard, you're all exposed with that swollen tdick out, begging to be touched, and your needy hole already twitching, slick beading at the edges. then tail of course your tail starts wagging like the dumb dog you are, waiting for what's coming—crack—you jolt hard, gushing wetness from your spasming cunt, muscles fluttering wildly in empty need—whap—another sharp smack, sending shockwaves that make you buck, boypussy squirting more slick, quivering from head to tail. and then when he goes "oh, my silly, brainless boy, look how red and swollen you're getting. who's my sloppy mutt? you are! humping the air like an idiot already. such a dumb little doggy..." you realize you're in a real life dream sequence and god hates you. smh.

one time I was at church and the pastor that was speaking was visibly hard and it altered my brain chemistry

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

let me make your favorite food and get our drinks ready (you won't know if i put anything in them). wasn't it so much work trying to maintain your life all by yourself? wouldn't it be nice to let go? let me take care of you, you don't need to take care of yourself anymore (not that you'll be able to anyway). don't worry about feeling so fuzzy. let me brush your teeth for you. open wide. don't mind how hard i grip your jaw, i need you to hold still. keep your eyes on mine, that's good. you don't have to be responsible for it anymore, any of it, isn't that nice? now yes, i am going to hurt you, but only because you're so cute and because it makes me so happy. you want to make me happy, don't you? of course you do. i'll tell you what a good job you're doing. i'm so proud of you.