#ft. princess

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

cute <3

-@princess-speaks

anssjkskskskkdksmndjekek

hmph;-;

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

"it promises it will not bite - at least without instruction"

this is lies do not believe it.

-@princess-speaks

the very act of being a princess is permission! silly princess, you know this <3

and either way biting is a part of proper princess stewardship— they need to stay bruised and marked up so everyone knows that they are kept and protected by their legion of maids!

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

man I sure do love coffee. and soda. and tea. really all the non-water drinks. would sure be a shame if I was only able to drink water. would sure be a shame.

- @princess-speaks

hmph!

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

shaking you ONE BILLION times

-@princess-speaks

nooo—awawawawawawawawawa;-;

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

hey did you guys know this doll is the best at making noises? I feel like everyone should know that

- @princess-speaks

agsghdhshshdjjdjshhsj;;-;;;-;;-;

this one cannot even protest;-;

[dolldollkittydolldoll]

this doll is TERRIBLE at spatial reasoning btw.

- @princess-speaks

is NOT!!!! !!!

[jctts-blog1]

[ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me?

[ text ]: yes :)[ text ]: it pleases me knowing that you’re my bitch :)

[jctts-blog1]

“I want to be yours.”

secrets that i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought … — IDYLLIC. that’s the word that’d have come to jett’s mind first had anyone asked him to describe the situation he’s in. a few beers & an orgasm later, he’s sitting on his bed, immaculate white sheets wrapped around his private parts, his sketchbook resting on his lap ( he can’t lie — his limbs are still a little weak ). alex turner’s low voice is caressing his ear drums with what happens to be one of his favourite songs and his pencil is gliding across the paper — it seems like it’s almost dancing to the sound of jett’s hums — something only it can hear. it’s only allowed to rest when jett replaces it with it’s coloured brothers and sisters — pink for the plump lips, green for the two emeralds, and, oh, he had such a hard time finding one to perfectly capture that hair! his awe-inspiring muse seems to be deep in thoughts, and jett isn’t going to be the one to disturb him. the raven-haired artist catches himself holding his breath while looking at him — those lashes that are occasionally kissing his freckled cheeks, that single stupid orange strand of hair that’s rebelling against all the others and tickling his pale forehead, that statuesque chest that’s falling and rising at it’s own pace — god, he’s BEAUTIFUL. a tint of poppy-pink colours jett’s usually milky cheeks, creeps on him and makes him bury his nose in his art again, leaving him to continue singing the rest of the song quietly to himself. i wanna be yours, i wanna be yours … jett hums along with alex to the orgasmic music, but then … then the redheaded muse says it — it seems so effortless and it makes jett’s heart skip a beat. his cerulean hues dare to look up and meet the greens in another intimate moment. ❝ you are mine, ❞ he whispers reassuringly, softly — but it’s not weak. and that’s all. he allows the silence to fall between the two of them again, allows the song to finish, and another one to come. he chuckles to himself, and how couldn’t he? it’s so damn funny. r u mine, out of all the possible songs that could've played next. it feels like the song takes excruciatingly long to get to the chorus, something jett’s waiting for. ❝ are you mine? ❞ he’s the one to inquire this time, alex’s voice supporting his with the same line.