#nsfw ish. Sometimes I forget that She can scruff me like a cat. Which is funny, because She’s usually calling me a dog. But that’s semantics. Like She doesn’t even have to grab me by the COLLAR, just. Hand on the back of my neck = brain shuts off. And She just stands there and smiles at me, waits for me to finish stumbling over the sentence I already forgot the ending to, and then squeezes, or hooks two fingers under the leather, does that scary, low, cold chuckle of Hers- oooooouuyghhghhgghfdsjghghfsdghusbkuhb09893298478732^[8_24[7\~¥\7[£\]€[£{<7[ im gone