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.
Sam & Deena in Fear Street Part One: 1994 (2021) Raelle & Scylla in Motherland: Fort Salem (2020)
I think what breaks me the most about the scene where Luz opens up is that the whole thing is Luz trying not to be a burden. The whole thing is Luz saying “it was a long time ago,” or “not an issue anymore” or “I was dumb.”
It’s the way she speaks slightly faster, tone slightly higher, voice strained. The way she makes herself smaller and even physically tries to take up less space. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
It’s the way she’s completely ready to be dismissed, completely ready to say its not a big deal before someone beats her to it. The way she basically says ‘I know I had a lot going through my head at the time, and it was weighing heavy on me, but it’s not an excuse for what I did.’
The fact that she says, with somewhat of a smile, “it was a long time ago so…” before she turns to look at Amity and realizes she can’t brush this off.
It’s not that Amity is mad, it’s that she can tell this means a lot. It’s the fact that Amity probably put together the fact that her whole mission with her own dad has probably made Luz feel worse. Amity’s done nothing wrong, of course. She had no way of knowing, but it must still feel gut-wrenching regardless.
So Luz explains. And what breaks her isn’t admitting that it’s the anniversary, or that her mom isn’t with her, its that she “doesn’t have any flowers.” and the voice acting is so good. and her little voice break there is so telling.
Because she has a door to build, and a stupid dictator to keep an eye on, and by comparison her tradition feels so small… she doesn’t even have any flowers.
She ends with “I was dumb.” and in the chaos Amity doesn’t get to comfort her in the moment, but does promise to help. She listens, and announces that yes, they will get flowers. They will do something about it.
And then they do.
Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses
But like, can I lay my head on your tummy and have you play with my hair 👉👈
to come home late at night to my lover who's already asleep and climb into bed beside them
to hush them back to sleep with whispers and kisses
to have sleepily wrap ourselves around each other like being without one another was poison and our arms are the antidote
want to show a girl who thinks she's unloveable that she's this worlds' greatest gift
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
I want to be her protector.
I want my arms to be a safe place she can collapse into at the end of the day. I want my presence to be grounding, to offer support even in silence. I want to offer her comfort in every way I possibly could. I want to make her favourite food when she’s too tired, or just because. I want to refill her water bottle so she doesn’t have to get up. I want to take care of her in the smallest and simplest ways.
I want to pour all my love into her and make sure she always feels loved and wanted.
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.