Get Yourself A Main Character Whos Two Primary Emotions Are "little Cunt" And "catatonic With Grief"

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."

i want to cum repeatedly on a pretty girls fingers while they praise me and kiss me through it

i want to feel

to feel wanted

to feel loved

to feel like i’m interesting

i wanna feel like i matter

not a chore

but a choice

i wanna be loved

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.

I can't hear what they're telling me, even though I try.

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

This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything

Crushed [Goretober 24]

You're cute, I wanna train you to never cum without my permission

There is no rule book for how you should feel after a trauma. 

Some people feel angry, sad, scared, confused or any number or combination of things. Some people don’t feel at all. 

It’s normal to go back and forth between different feelings or feeling and not feeling. 

Your trauma response does not have to follow rules or stereotypes. 

However you are feeling is valid. I promise.