Don't Give Up

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

Yessss, I just love the feeling of your warm and trembling tongue against my fingers as I push them down deeper. And there it is… that perfect little gagging sound. Mmm, such music to my ears. And while you’re choking so sweetly for me, I land another sharp slap to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, sing for me, darling,” I purr, as I slide my strap inside you with a deep and smooth thrust. “Sing me that pretty song your body knows so well.”

Your moan is muffled and messy... exactly how I like you. My fingers press firmer into your mouth now, and I lean down and lick the drool catching at the corners of your lips. God, I just love the way your eyes have become all glossy and how that pretty mind of yours is slipping just where I want it.

“Such a pretty thing,” I hum as I pinch your tongue. “But hush now, sweet one. Just let Mommy use you.”

You squirm and whine against my fingers, as the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with each hard thrust. “Tsk, what did I say?” I rip my fingers from your mouth and quickly tangle a fist in your hair and turn you around onto your stomach. My grip tightens as I pull you upright as my strap sinks deep again, forcing your body to arch into mine.

“There we go... yes, listen to you,” I breathe against your ear. “So wet... so loud… you sound absolutely obscene for me, my messy, desperate girl.”

You whimper something between a sob and a moan as I start thrusting again, each one sharper, meaner, until you’re shaking for me.

“Are you my messy girl?” I murmur against your neck, letting my teeth graze your skin.

You hesitate. My hand snakes around, grabbing your breast before twisting your nipple harshly between my fingers.

“Answer me.”

You squeal and gasp, “y-yes, Mommy…”

I click my tongue and slow down, just to tease. “Mm-mm. Now I don't think I could quite hear you there.”

“I’m your messy girl, Mommy” you moan breathlessly and raw, which makes my pussy clench around nothing. God you're lovely like this.

A wicked chuckle rumbles from my throat as I press your face into the pillow and angle the strap just right. Your sounds turn into slurred, garbled pleas as I thrust, slow and deep.

“That's a good girl,” I croon sweetly. “Now tell Mommy, what she thinks of you, hm?”

You can’t even find words now, babbling into the pillow.

“Use that mouth, sweetheart.” I deliver a firm slap to your ass. “Answer Mommy.”

You whimper, voice shaking. “That I’m… a messy girl.”

Another sharp slap, and you cry out.

“Try again.”

Your body trembles as I pick up the pace, pushing you higher and higher, letting the rhythm wreck you until you scream, “Th-that I’m your slut!”

My laughter is low and amused. “Such a foul little mouth…” I tsk. “Let’s wash that clean.”

I flip you back around, to find your eyes wide and so deliciously spaced out. My fingers push past your lips, massaging your tongue with faux sweetness, before I push down. Your eyes widened as you struggle against me until I let up and you moan softly.

“There’s my good girl… so easily undone, aren’t you?”

A soft, wet whimper answers me.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe I expected too much of you.” I croon, still thrusting slow and deep. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to think, do you?”

You shake your head, mouth full, eyes dazed.

“That’s right. All you need to do is let Mommy fuck you dumb.”

And I do. Deep, delicious thrusts, while my fingers keep your mouth full and your mind empty, just how I like my favorite toys.

You are allowed to grieve for what you lost when you went through trauma. You are allowed to mourn. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to feel. 

the goal is to fuck you like a little slut while I continuously reassure my love and adoration for your entire existence.

"Come home to me" kind of love

Non-sexual dominance is so cute-

"Come here, baby"

"Let me help you"

"Be careful"

"Come lay here, Princess"

"Sit on my lap, kitten"

"Come cuddle"

"Hold my hand while we're out"

“can you take it?” 10/10

“you can take it.” 11/10

“fucking take it.” ♾️/10

"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee

she’s a 10… but she just needs you to be patient with her because she's never been loved properly.

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.