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do something for me, princess?

hands on the wall. good girl. now leave them there until i'm done eating you out. better not take them off the wall too soon or i'll have to punish you. you can behave for me, right? ‹𝟹

MEN AND MINORS DNI.

I don’t fall for bodies. I fall for the way your soul softens when you speak of dreams, for the cracks in your voice when you talk about pain, for the way your mind glows in moonlight thoughts.

u know sometimes it hits me that i am deeply, expressly loved, and fuck, guys, i honestly remember being depressed as shit and so hopelessly sad, and so fucking alone, and i swear, i know it sounds like bullshit when people say “it gets better” because i thought it was bullshit, i thought it was just “it gets better for everyone else but not me,” but it’s really really really not just other people. it means you.

i am so fucking loved, i am loved beyond my own comprehension, and 5 years ago, i would have never known, i would have never guessed, i wouldn’t have ever even believed it. 

and yeah, i’m still fucked up and i still have a shit ton of issues, but i’m not alone anymore. i’m working through them, and someday, i will be okay. there is light at the end of the tunnel, as cheesy as that sounds. i have shitty days, in fact, i have more bad days than good days, but my friends love me and hug me and tell me they love me in a million different ways, and i don’t feel alone anymore. 

it gets better. i swear on my fucking life, it gets better.

i am so fucking grateful, so goddamn fucking grateful, for what i have. i have a close few friends that love me for who i truly am. i have friends who know me, who get me, who i don’t have to lie or pretend about anything, and they get me, and most of all, they understand and accept it. they encourage me. i have friends who believe, 100% in me. i have friends who love me. 

5 years ago, i didn’t think i’d ever have half of what i have today.

things get better. 

i’m not a different person. i am, more or less, the same. i’m still not a happy person, i’m still a cynic, i’m still a pessimist, etc. but i am happy, sometimes. i am happy and i smile and i look at my best friend and i laugh out of sheer joy. things get better, and you don’t have to change who you are. 

i don’t know what my point is. i guess: i don’t know. i feel like so many people here send me asks saying that they’ve had shitty days, or there are kids who have had shitty months or years or lives, and honestly, i can’t promise you’ll be okay, but i can promise that this is not forever. 

you will not be in this situation forever. 

5 years ago, i was suicidal, depressed, and profoundly lonely. 

i haven’t had a real suicidal thought in over a year now, and when i do, it’s always fleeting. i am happy more than i am sad. i’m still lonely, and i’m physically alone a lot still, but i can call my friends and talk for hours with them. i fall asleep smiling, some nights. 

there are bad nights, and i still have my fair share of hurdles to overcome, and lifelong burdens i’m going to have to carry, but i can keep walking, every single day. i can get out of bed without forcing myself, i can smile without feeling like my face might break, i can laugh without feeling strained and exhausted.

i didn’t believe any of this was possible 5 years ago. i didn’t even think i’d live to see my next birthday, 5 years ago. i’m so glad i did.

i’ve seen 2 of my nieces take their first steps. i taught my nephew how to say my name. i’ve pet an inordinate amount of dogs and cats. i’ve lost people i loved, and i’ve gained a few. i got to see my cousin graduate. i have my incredible, wonderful, spectacular best friend, a human being that i literally love with my entire soul. i have friends who are different and funny and strong and loud and beautiful and loving. i have had every single one of my top 10 happiest memories in the last five years. i have felt safe and loved. i have laughed so hard i cried. i have laugh lines, now. 

the best moments of my life have happened in the last five years.

so maybe this is dumb and i should stfu, but i promise, i fucking promise, this isn’t forever. it isn’t. it might suck and it might hurt and it might be the worst thing in your life, but someday, it won’t be like this.

so believe me when i say: it gets better.

"But how did you know I was a sub?" Oh, sweetheart.

I look at you like I want to eat you whole and defile every inch of you, and you look at me with little stars in your eyes. I talk to you like you're a wounded puppy, and you nod along to every word I say. I let my finger trace down your cheek while I give you a proud smile, and you lean into my touch like you'll cry without it.

I just want to keep you in my pocket forever.

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

it's like i'm lying

in the bottom

of an empty well

and i'm so certain that

i could cry enough tears

to fill it back up

and swim myself out

but i just... lie there instead.

some days i don't even

feel worthy of drowning.

-mars

need some movie night cuddles that start innocently enough.. my hand just so happens to nestle between your thighs because it’s warm and cozy right there..my fingers lightly graze the center of your panties, softly gasping together when I discover how wet you already are.. well, can’t leave you needy like that, can i? and just like that, your back is pressed to my chest, my fingers hooked inside your panties, lazily playing with your pretty pussy while we both forget to pretend that the movie ruse mattered anyway..

watching a horror movie together with my strap buried deep inside you, not letting you move. but every time you get scared and flinch you get reminded of how full your tight cunt is and how it belongs to me only.