Messy Make Out Session But Your Hand Is Around My Throat Squeezing Harder And Harder While I Struggle

i want to love him until my lungs give in. i want my mornings to look like cuddling into him, kissing his chest, and saying “good morning, i missed you in my sleep”, because any moment not conscious with him is a moment i would rather be soaking in his presence

they diagnosed me with i love you and it’s incurable

If you look at me and just say “down” I will be on my knees immediately no questions asked

i genuinely believe mutual obsession is the superior form of love

Thinking about him breathing heavily and groaning out my name while he fucks his hand. His other arm is thrown over his face, and his eyes roll back a little as his hips buck up to meet his fist. He's thinking about how I have to look up at him to make eye contact. How I look doing it, how easy it is to use that seemingly innocent image for other purposes. Imagining me on my knees looking up at him, and he's stroking up and down in front of my face, or maybe I'm on my back underneath him. Pretending that his hand is actually me, that it's warm and tight and wet, that he can hear me making little noises each time he fucks his cock inside.

*paws you for attention and looks at you expectantly while wagging my tail*

Nothing could keep me away from you.

I would break chains and claw at concrete to be by your side darling, because nothing could keep me away from you.

Consider me successfully wooed by you holding a knife against my throat.

cuddling isn't enough i want to make home in your ribs

I want to make you cum but also take care of you emotionally and make sure that you drink enough water, eat enough and get enough time to rest.