Cinnamon

I am a little obsessive, I just want to inhale you until you’re part of me, my bad.

reblog to make your blog smell like cinnamon and warm brown sugar

praise during cnc is fucking elite. like yes pls tell me im a good girl for staying still even though you forced me down until i stopped fighting back

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck

I need a man to pretend he’s my dad and progressively get more and more lewd and sexual but still insist it’s a normal healthy daddy-daughter relationship

call me cliche but i’ll fall for a ‘you’re too little for that’ every time

or "you're just a baby"

imagine lying on her tummy after a long day and she is wrapping her arms around you tightly and it is warm and cozy and she gives you a kiss on your forehead as you doze into sleep

psspssssps possessive men who would rather kill than let anybody else have me

i hope when he talks to me, he thinks “she’s so cute, i want to ruin her”

hand kisses are underrated