Two Bucks I Don’t Do Any Of This And I Fold Under Zero Pressure

do you guys actually fuck with needy femmes? femmes that wake up from a nightmare at 3am and scramble for their phone because they immediately need to call and hear your voice? femmes that text 'i miss you' and 'where'd you go :(' when you leave the chat for two minutes? femmes that reply as soon as they see your notification? femmes that send 17 messages in a row? femmes that can't cum without you talking them through it? femmes that need to always be touching you? that get sad when you have to leave the house without them? that need extra comfort from you when they're sad or crying? that wonder if you're mad at them if you forget to put your hand on their thigh in the car or open the door for them? that can't cum if they're worried you're bored, so you always have to come up for air from between their thighs to tell them 'take your time' and 'i promise i'm enjoying this'? that tell you they miss you every second you're not there? that wonder what you'd think of something at any given point? that feel disappointed when you don't send them a photo of yourself that day? that can't take a shower without you sitting outside the curtain? that can't go to the kitchen for food unless you're following? femmes that can't sleep without you? that pretend like you're there watching over them and holding them every time they fall asleep alone? that constantly ask what you're up to? that cant do anything without thinking of you? that whine when you drop their hand for a second to do something? that always need to share your food? femmes who, the moment you entered their life, became obsessed? do you fuck with needy, clingy, overbearing, obsessive, high maintenance femmes? do you really rea-

Force my head down and feel pleasure from my startled struggling! Threaten me to say I love you to you and then watch as I fall for you

Ever have a silly mental breakdown and realize oh my gosh I’ve fumbled so many people it’s not even funny! Like it’s so silly I wanna squeeze a bottle of whipped cream in my mouth and cope until it’s 3 am and I’m writing a tumblr post you know?

Just a silly little rant don’t take it too seriously I’ll be fine soon do feel free and give the hugs though maybe some kisses and like smothering in asks the silly things for the silly rant you know?~

"Position."

You drop to your knees before the word's even finished leaving my lips. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Back straight. Knees spread just enough to show you know your place—obedient, eager, owned. The shift in your posture is immediate, seamless, practiced to the point of perfection, like your body has memorized what I expect and delivers it without a second thought.

I watch you settle. The way your breathing evens out. The way your muscles go soft under the command, tension draining from you like you've slipped into something familiar and safe. It's not just habit. It's instinct. Something deeper. Something trained and nurtured over time, until this pose became less of a performance and more of a truth—your truth.

I smile.

Good pup.

"Did you miss this?" I ask quietly, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off me.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, voice small and steady.

"How much?"

"So much it hurts."

I circle you slowly, savoring the moment, the leash already in my hand. You hear the soft jingle of the clip brushing my thigh and your ears twitch, metaphorically—or maybe not, depending on thenight. There are nights when the line between roles blurs so thoroughly that you are my puppy, not just acting the part. And tonight, I can already see you slipping—willingly, blissfully—into that headspace. You're deep in it now. Open. Vulnerable in the most beautiful way.

"You want all those things, don't you?" I ask as I circle behind you.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice already dripping with need. "Please..."

My fingers trail along your jaw, then down your throat. I feel the hum of your submission just under the skin, that subtle shiver of awareness that always blooms when I touch you like this—delicate, but laced with ownership. My touch dips lower, across your chest, pausing just long enough to remind you who it belongs to. Who you belong to.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, crouching beside you, lowering myself just enough that you feel my breath near your ear. My hand cups your chin, lifting your face just enough that I can see the shine in your eyes, wide and waiting. "And so eager to be used."

"Please use me, Mommy," you say, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice now. "I need it. I need to be yours."

Your breath stutters. You nod. Not because you're unsure, but because words would only get in the way. That small, breathy movement is enough—it tells me everything.

Good puppy.

Hope glows behind your gaze. That look—the one that says you'd crawl through fire just to be toldyou pleased me. That look that melts into desperation and loyalty and love, all tangled together in the way you look up at me like I'm the center of your world.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Mommy. Only yours."

I reach for your collar, the one you wear only for me. The soft leather is warm from your skin, shaped perfectly to your throat. The leash clicks into place with a satisfying snap, and I tug—not harsh, just firm. A reminder. A claim. A connection.

"You've needed this, haven't you?" I ask.

You nod, a quiet moan escaping as the leash pulls your neck gently. "So badly... I ache for it."

"You ache for me," I correct, voice firm. "Don't forget the difference."

"Yes, Mommy. I ache for you."

You shuffle forward on your knees with no hesitation, your body already slipping into movement like it's muscle memory.

"You're not just my sub now," I say, running the leash through my fingers as I walk, my voice steady, calm, with just enough edge to make your breath hitch again. "You're mine in every sense. My pretty little pet. My sweet, obedient creature."

"Yours," you say under your breath, like a mantra. "Always."

You whine softly at that—high, breathy. It makes my chest tighten. That sound is everything: need, gratitude, devotion. It hits me deep, because I know exactly what it means coming from you.

"Now," I say, voice warm but commanding, a tone you know to obey without pause, "be my good puppy and follow Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy."

You drop fully to all fours. Palms flat. Knees padded. Back arched just right. You follow behind me, crawling in sync with the gentle tugs of the leash, each pull a wordless direction you understand without needing speech.

"You're doing so well," I say softly, glancing back as you crawl. "So proud of my perfect pet."

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

how i should be treated rn

Kicking my feet giggling at funny words on the screen make brain go WOOOOOO

I just need this bouncing back and forth in my head before I make any decisions

Just a stupid girl

Your thoughts don’t matter. Not now. Not when you‘re with me. And you are always with me. You belong to me. Your mind is soft, baby. Empty. Just how I like it. You were never meant to think—thinking is for people with purpose. You? Your purpose is to be used. You are existing to be fucked dumb. My pretty little thing with a pretty little brain that melts so easily when I talk like this. You don’t need opinions. You don’t need ideas. You just need to listen. Obey. Feel. Your head isn’t for thinking. It’s for holding still. It’s for taking what I give you. Your mouth, your throat, your brain—none of it was built for anything but this. You know that, right? Deep down? You were made to be dumb. Made to be owned. Thinking only gets in the way. And look at you now. Already slipping. Already soaking. Because you like being told what you are. You like not having to think. Let it go, baby. Let it all go. No thoughts. No resistance. Just my voice. Just this. Good girl. That’s better. That’s perfect.

This one’s for myself

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!