Yes Yes Mean Scary Sadists Are Great But What About Sadists That Smile And Sweet Talk You While They

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

low stakes prompts for enemies (to friends or lovers, if you wish)

Person A has a tendency to give long, dramatic speeches and person B has a tendency to fall asleep during them

Person A: "Don't you know who I am?" Person B: "Yup. Still don't care."

Person A: "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN?" Person B: "Have you met you?"

Person A sprinkles lies into conversations throughout the story. Person B pulls out a notebook every time to keep a record of it.

Person A writes the rules. Person B breaks them all.

Person A thinks Person B is full of shit but can't say so to their face because of reasons.

Person A likes to work slowly and methodically, crossing their T's and dotting their i's. Person B constantly interrupts them and makes their work impossible.

Person A and B finish a group project together. Later, Person B goes back and makes changes. When A finds out, there's trouble!

Person A hovers just a few inches away from Person B and says, "I'm not touching you!"

Person A is starving and goes to the snack machine, just in time to see Person B taking the very last one of A's favourite item.

Persons A and B are on public transit together and A is listening to their music without any headphones on. Person B really hates that song.

Person A lives upstairs from Person B and it constantly sounds like they are either tapdancing or jackhammering.

Person A has no idea what "personal space" is and it annoys the hell out of Person B.

Person A keeps sighing loudly but every time Person B asks what's wrong, they say, "Nothing." Person B doesn't even know why they're bothering.

Persons A and B are roommates for reasons other than their own choosing. They have opposite preferences for: waking and sleeping hours, thermostat settings, volume levels of various entertainment options.

Person A will not stop telling Person B how to do their own damn job and Person B is gonna lose it!

Person A gets rearended by Person B and Person B drives off while giving them the finger.

Person A chews with their mouth open.

Person A will not stop talking to Person B about the zodiac, and Person B finds this annoying. Person B gives Person A the wrong date for B's birthday just to see what happens.

Person A is incredibly popular. Person B thinks that Person A can do no wrong. Person C needs to work with both of them to accomplish a goal. Bonus: C hates A but has a crush on B. Alternate Bonus: C hates A because they have a crush on A that A hasn't noticed. Polyamory bonus: C likes A and B but thinks they're dating each other.

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."

source: msbhaive on insta

“can you take it?” 10/10

“you can take it.” 11/10

“fucking take it.” ♾️/10

”my daughter is fine”

your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl

I want to be her protector.

I want my arms to be a safe place she can collapse into at the end of the day. I want my presence to be grounding, to offer support even in silence. I want to offer her comfort in every way I possibly could. I want to make her favourite food when she’s too tired, or just because. I want to refill her water bottle so she doesn’t have to get up. I want to take care of her in the smallest and simplest ways.

I want to pour all my love into her and make sure she always feels loved and wanted.

roses of restraint by Oliver Ler Marinkoski