Need Some Movie Night Cuddles That Start Innocently Enough.. My Hand Just So Happens To Nestle Between

im 19 :)

i'm a bit new to the whole dom/sub thing- i know id be submissive and all, but i tend to be extremely sarcastic and i struggle taking things seriously and focusing in on stuff. it's not that i don't want to submit, i just tend to struggle with letting myself. and when things do get serious, i tend to panic and make a lot of jokes and quips to try and lighten the mood / get out of the situation. im a bit worried that if i did end up in a dom/sub relationship, that my panic attitude would be mistaken for brattiness or disobedience. i really want to be obedient and be able to submit to someone, i just don't know how to let myself and to be honest im kind of scared.

also- i'm not sure why but sometimes i get these really intense like submissive urges (?) and my thoughts get all foggy. it usually results in me having a mental breakdown and cuddling a stuffy and crying. do you know what that is / why it happens?

- 🦊

Hello, my lovely little fox,

Thank you so much for sharing your age. That fox is all yours now, for as long as you want it.

Now, let me just say how brave and self-aware you are for sharing all of this information about you with me. It takes a tender kind of courage to speak so honestly about the things you’re feeling, especially when they feel big or confusing. I see you, I’m proud of you.

Let’s start with that wonderful, sarcastic streak of yours. I think it’s important to say this right away: submission doesn’t mean becoming someone else. It’s not about shutting off your personality or “performing” submission in one rigid way. Some submissives are quiet and still. Others are cheeky, giggly, sarcastic, or even a little chaotic. All are valid.

What you’re describing; using humor and quips as a way to cope or deflect when things get intense, is something so many people experience, especially if they’re sensitive, neurodivergent, anxious, or have trauma responses. It’s not disobedience. It’s not brattiness. It’s your system saying, “This feels too much, too fast, and I need a way out.” That’s not wrong, that’s information. And the right Dominant will see that.

A good D/s relationship isn’t about forcing obedience. It’s about building trust. Softly. Gently. At your pace. It’s about learning how your mind and body respond, and creating a space where submission feels safe, not scary.

And those foggy, overwhelming moments you mentioned? Where you get hit with a wave of submissive urges and then end up crying with your stuffy?

Sweetheart… that sounds like emotional drop, or possibly even a kind of “sub drop” without the scene. When your body wants to submit, when your need feels so strong and unfulfilled, it can create this buildup of intensity that doesn't know where to go. And when there’s no release, no container, no soft voice to catch you, it crashes inward. That’s not weird or wrong. That’s your heart asking for connection, for safety, for someone to hold all that intensity and tell you, “You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

You’re not broken, little fox. You’re sensitive. And that is a beautiful thing.

You don’t have to “get it right.” You don’t need to be perfectly obedient, serious, or quiet. You just need someone who sees you, sarcasm, panic, soft heart, foggy thoughts, and all, and builds something gentle and real with you.

Submission doesn’t have to be scary. It can be a warm place to land.

And if you ever need someone to remind you that it’s okay to feel things deeply, I’m right here.

xo Jade 

i am in awe of the idea of two dommes using me. one is soft, gentle yet firm and grounding in every thrust of her fingers into me, and the other spanks me and uses me like the whore i am.

getting pounded into the mattress until i’m crying then being babied after would cure me i think

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

in desperate need of a sleepy and gropey makeout sesh that ends with me face down ass up while you tease me about how easy it was to make me drip down my thighs

it’s raining outside do you wanna come over and cuddle until we don’t know where you start and i end

love is the most important thing ever

I woke up in a MOOD.

Idk if I wanna fuck or fight something.

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.

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