All I Wanted Was To Be Friends I Was Kind And I Didn’t Say Anything Bad All I Did Was Double Text Which

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-

No brain just let me cuddle you dumbly and silently and you can do anything to me I’m just a doll

I could never explain how this makes me so happy and also so fearful in my life

There's actually no such thing as pushing someone "too hard." Either she reaches success and I'm proud of her- or she's a failure and what happens to her doesn't matter to me in the slightest anymore.

Put me in a room with an overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt

I- I honestly just want to card my fingers through her hair with her head on my lap- while she tells me all her anxious thoughts and I tell her what a good girl she is for being so brave and open, and that those socks look so cute on her. I bet they'll have pretty patterns and that the colour will suit her. I bet she's been having big thoughts lately and just wants cuddles with someone who will listen. And maybe we'll kiss too but only after I've successfully attached her to my hip after swallowing the key to the room so she's my own personal overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt.

I don't crave having plants or children, I crave whatever this is. I'll protect you from the big bad world, just let me steal you first pretty please

Cute date idea I kiss the bottom of your strap as you destroy every hole I got

Stop pretending like you can be human and get by in this society. Let me do that so you can focus on being perfect for me.

Don't get me wrong I love being fully passing but it can be weird sometimes.

Somebody said that they loved the name my parents choose. I'm like uhh yeah it's really nice. The urge to say I choose it myself was high.

But it can be hilarious. At the start of my apprenticeship when I hadn't gotten my name changed yet. Pretty much everybody knew because when they did attendance my name came up and then I'd say but call me Lucy please.

As my deadname was neutral this one guy didn't get it. On a random day as we were joking I made a dick joke and he was SO shocked I think I broke him for the day. He literally didn't believe me, absolutely convinced I was lying. My NB friend and I just lost it.

Oh, angel.

Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.

You poor, sweet thing.

But suddenly, there she is.

Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.

She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.

"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."

And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."

Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.

So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.

"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."

"Always."

NEEEEEEDDDD PLEASEEEEEEE

TW// impact play

I really need a pain slut <3 someone who begs to be used and abused.

The thought of slapping someone right in their face and watching their eyes light up every time it happens. The feeling of my hands around their neck and choking them while they look at me. Releasing my hands then slapping them again to hear their gasps for air and whimpers of pleasure~

Slapping their chest even harder than their face just to hear the yelps and desperate pleas. I’d grab onto their hips a little too tightly, then sink my teeth into the sides of their neck. Pain sluts enjoy being prey after all~

Laying a bruised up cutie across my lap and spanking their gorgeous ass. Kick your feet up, wiggle, or resist at all and I’ll keep spanking you. If you make a sound while I’m giving you what you so desperately need, I’ll keep spanking you more and more. I wanna bruise you so badly. Let me suck on your inner thighs and leave hickeys there too. Then I’d hurt you with my girldick oh so badly~ I’d dick down your pretty mouth and thrust as hard as I could. I wanna hear you gag. I wanna use your spit and tears as lube while I ruin your mouth. Before you can catch your breath, I’ll be behind you, spreading your cheeks open and forcing my girldick deeply into your tight little ass. I wanna feel my dick in your stomach while I pull your hair back. Let out your pretty moans and groans while I breed you~

After I’m done marking what’s mine, I’d love to kiss every place that I left a hand print, bruise, and hickey. You’d be so sensitive; even the slightest touch from my lips would drive you wild 💋 watching my cum leak out of your ass onto your crotch while I call you a good pet would be perfect rn~