"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
cute prompts that are totally not based on my current situation teehee 🥰
“Stop being so pretty/handsome.” “You stop being so pretty/handsome!”
“Be gentle with me.” “Always.”
“My life is better with you in it.”
“I hope you know what you’re getting into.” “Oh do not worry, I knew exactly what I was getting into from the moment I met you.”
“How am I supposed to focus when you look at me like that?”
“Stay close to me darling.”
“What are you doing?” “Memorizing this so I can get it for you later.”
“Is there anything you want me to do my dear?”
“How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“You are incredibly comfortable.”
“Your eyes are the color I wanted on my old bedroom walls.”
“When I went over to learn how to bake something at their place… I asked them how to bake your favorite type of cake.”
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
“And for my angel?”
“May I kiss you?”
the goal is to fuck you like a little slut while I continuously reassure my love and adoration for your entire existence.
submission really doesn't mean anything to me if it's not earned. true submission is built on trust and feeling safe and appreciated. that's what makes it so meaningful, and you have to know me in order to submit to me. I want to know that you're submitting to me specifically, because of the way i make you feel and who I am. Telling me that I'm perfect and that you'd do anything for me right off the bat means absolutely nothing. those are empty statements because you literally do not know me!! It's not special if you're just trying to submit to whoever will allow it.
nothing i love more than touching a girl whilst she’s talking about her interests. hearing her stumble over her words as you speed up and slow down. giggling at her and replying “oh yeah that’s so cool” as you push a finger inside watching bliss wash over her pretty face. encouraging her to carry on talking as you fuck harder into her until she can barely speak.
this post is about wlw, men and minors dni.
idk chat an older woman telling me how good i’m doing while she fucks me senseless MIGHT solve all my problems
I wish I had a girl who didn’t match my freak, who was maybe even repulsed by my freak. A girl who was completely vanilla and would look at me with disgust whenever I told her about my fantasies. I want to feel her tense up under my touch and constantly avoid eye contact. It would be so fun to get under her skin with the littlest of comments for her to overthink when she’s alone.
Oh, angel.
Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.
You poor, sweet thing.
But suddenly, there she is.
Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.
She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.
"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."
And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."
Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.
So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.
"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."
"Always."