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All I want is to take care of her.

To be able to come over anytime she just needs someone there. To be able to hold her, and make her feel safe. To offer comfort and to let her know she’s so incredibly special.

I want to make her comfort food and get her favourite drink. I want to pack her bag in the evening so she can stay in bed a few minutes longer in the morning. I want to give her my shirt or hoodie to wear, so she knows I’m always with her. I want to give her comfort with the smallest gestures, a hug just because, holding her hand when she’s next to me.

I want her to know she’s not alone, and that I would do absolutely anything for her. I want to make the bad days a little easier, and the good days even better <3

The hottest thing a partner can do is teach you things

I spend all day working hard and I come home to no praise, no kisses, no half-naked house-girlfriend to bend me over the couch and use me till the stress drains from my brain and then rub my back after?? What am I even living for

A constant sexual dream for me is cloning my partner and getting gang banged by them 😪

i’m a very polite girl, i’ll always say my please’s and thank you’s after getting fucked to the point of exhaustion

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

Someone being patient with you on your bad days is one of the softest forms of love

Thinking about having her in my arms <3

A quick hug, just because.

A warm embrace to remind her that she’s loved.

Holding her for as long as she needs, minutes or hours. Enveloping her with warmth and safety, and feeling her relax in my arms. Noticing the tension leaving her muscles, offering her comfort when life gets too much.

I want her to be able to let go of everything, just for a moment. To create a space where she’s safe from the worries and the stress. I want to shield her, not just from all the negativity in the world, but from every bad feeling or thought she might have.

Let my arms be the gateway to comfort and safety. Let me make you feel loved and cared for.

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

i want to have the privilege of learning every line on your body like a favorite story i never tire of

reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

I love a woman who listens, adjusts, and makes an effort to show her interest in you. It’s the sexiest thing

I'm a healthy mixture of a sexual freak and a hopeless romantic.

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

Girls who over apologize for everything have the best pussy and grossest kinks

Just want to be hugged but also fucked til tears are streaking down my face while getting whispered sweet nothings.

Is it too much to ask for?

not to be nsfw but i desperately need to be held and have my hair gently stroked while i fall asleep in the warmth of someone’s arms. and wake up with her still holding me, feeling all safe.

i’ve come to the conclusion that a hot femme holding me down and saying ”shh baby… let me take care of you, okay?” in a soft voice would probably do more for me than therapy ever could

"I feel safe with you" as a compliment >>>>>>>>

But like, can I lay my head on your tummy and have you play with my hair 👉👈

Sometimes, I just want the quiet parts. The slow, sweet gratification of aftercare. The chance to touch you without demand, to simply be here, tending to you. Hours where I do nothing but care for you, to bathe you in the dim light of a too-warm shower, kneeling at your feet, kissing each mark, each bruise, each tender place you took so beautifully, so wantonly, so stunningly.

I want to hold you close, feel the tremble of your muscles as I run my hands over your skin, soothing, worshiping, reminding. I want to press my lips to each red streak I left behind, whispering reverence against your flesh, telling you without words how much I cherish every moment you give me.

And when we are done, I will make sure you drink, make sure you eat. Yes, you might fuss, might try to pull away. That happens sometimes. I know that. Sometimes our scenes go too deep, take too much, and the quiet afterward lets shadows creep in. But I won’t let them take you. I will be there, ready. I will battle them one by one, drive them out, keep them from pulling you under.

I will gather you into my arms, tuck you close, press my lips to your temple, then your eyelids, then finally your mouth. That’s how I will hold you, how I will be your shield, your safe place, your certainty. I will make sure you know you can give me anything, any feeling, any word, or nothing at all. If you just need me to be here, I will be here.

I will be whatever you need. Because I worship you. Because I adore you. Because I am just as devoted to you as you are to me.

And with each kiss, each touch, I thank you. Thank you for putting your trust in my hands. Thank you for letting me take you apart, and for trusting me to put you back together. I will never let us leave a scene without solidifying what we are. Without reaffirming this bond.

Because it is sacred.

And so are you.

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."

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."

“Hands behind your back.”

The words leave my mouth calm and measured, but there’s no mistaking the edge beneath them.

You hesitate—just for a second. Barely long enough to register. But it’s enough.

Wrong move.

I close the distance in three slow, deliberate steps, the air thick between us. My fingers grip your jaw, firm, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet my eyes.

“What part of that was unclear, sweetheart?”

Your lips part like you might speak, like you might offer some excuse, but no sound comes. You just stand there, breath caught, waiting.

Then, finally, you move. Reluctant. Obedient.

Your arms slip behind your back, slow as surrender.

I circle behind you, my hands trail down your sides, mapping the lines of your body like a territory I already own. Then I lean in, mouth brushing against the soft skin of your neck, just enough to make you shiver.

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

I whisper it low, so close you feel the words more than hear them. You nod. It’s small, unsure. But it’s honest.

“Then be good,” I murmur.

You let out a soft, shaky whimper when the restraints tighten around your wrists—leather pulling snug, final, inescapable. I don’t rush. Every motion is slow and deliberate, to remind you that you’ve given yourself over completely.

And when I lean in again, my mouth at your ear, my breath hot against your skin, and I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to.

“Stay still,” I whisper, voice like a promise. “And take what I give you.”

Let me love you possessively. Let me slip into your mind and take root, curling around your thoughts until I am in everything.

Let me take care of you, not just when you're soft and willing in my arms, but when the world is too loud, and it feels like you're breaking at the seams.

Let me show you that the only one who’s allowed to break you… is me. Because I will break you beautifully.

I will break you in moans and shivers, in tears and trembling gasps. I will break you with my hands, my mouth, my words until your body forgets how to hold itself up without my touch.

And then… I will put you back together.

Tenderly. Reverently. Over and over again, until you understand that the only way you’ll ever fall apart in this life… is so I can be the one to gather your pieces.

And kiss every part of you that you’ve been told is undeserving of love.

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.

I’m yearning so bad, I just want to have a person.

I want someone I can cuddle up with when I’m home. I want to be able to hold hands when we’re walking, and hold her bag in my other hand, so she doesn’t have to. I want to get her flowers for no reason, and craft silly things for her. I want to make art inspired by her and show it. I want to cook together with her favourite music playing softly in the background. I want to have dinner together and simply chat about anything. I want to grab her coat and hold it open for her, so she can slide her arms right in. I want to watch the sunset together, and stargaze afterwards. I want someone who takes my hoodies, and to get hers in return. I want to go fetch her favourite drink while she’s busy, because she deserves it. I want to watch her favourite films, so I can admire her as she talks about them excitedly.

I want to do so much for someone, I just need that someone.