No One Ever Talks About How Hard It Is To Trust Yourself If You’ve Been Through Trauma Or Are Mentally

🗡️ Sweet Nothings

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?”

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

"Come home to me" kind of love

shy horny girls that are physically incapable of telling you what they need are so much fun to break

Just because I plan to destroy you in the bedroom, doesn't mean that I won't worship you at every opportunity outside of it.

Tonight is something new.

You noticed the bartenders eye on me, along with the note slipped my way, and I noticed the flirts that the strangers around us sent over to you. At first, we wanted to laugh it off. But as the night continued, the winking, the smirking, and the "accidental waist touches" started getting to us.

We're not toxic, no. We're not immature nor insecure. But tonight, there's no stopping this.

Your tight hold on my thigh in the car ride home sends a shiver up my spine, and my clenched jaw mixed with my glares tells you that tonight will be different. Right now, there's no dominance or submission.

Right now, it's a war. A passionate, filthy, beautiful war.

When we burst through that door, you know you'll be pinned against it with my fingers wrapped around your neck, and they'll be the tightest you've ever felt them be. When we make our way to our room, I know I'll already have your fingerprints burned into my skin, and I'll whimper at your unyielding grip.

You'll put that strap on, and you'll fuck into me like you own me. Because you do. I'll wrap my legs around you, and with a grip on your jaw, I'll remind you that you belong to me. We'll grunt, we'll bite, we'll curse, and we'll beg each other for mercy. And when you've made me cum for you, again and again, you'll swallow every drop because it's yours. When I have my tongue buried inside of you, you'll cry out my name because your ruin is mine. We'll fuck like animals to the point where if the walls could talk, they'd say it looks like we hate each other. But no, we're simply at battle, and we're both being torn down and broken apart. Which means we're both winning.

So, when it's over, when my pussy has been spanked and owned enough to leave me aching and pink, and your body has been painted with my lipstick and bruises, you're gently tracing your fingers up and down my back while I look at you with nothing but love.

I know we'll whisper it together once more.

"You're mine."

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything