Rosie

i suppose i should start with an intro post, although i’m never quite sure what to say:

you can call me Rosie, Ro, any variation that isn’t Rosemary (because i loathe it, unless we’re close…really close)

i’m 27, she/her, and an october scorpio 🖤

i’d say i’m submissive, ridiculously so..too needy sometimes (thanks to the bpd…or maybe it’s just who i am as a person). however, occasionally i want to take control. softly though, gentle touches and pressing kisses to any exposed skin while i tell you how good you are for me.

if it isn’t obvious, i love women..just wanna kiss every single one of you and drop to my knees staring up at you through thick lashes while I let you take control.

i thrive on:

praise

degradation

bondage

omo

dacryphilia

biting/scratching/bruises…really anything that marks me as yours

begging (you or me)

edging/denied orgasms

somno

calling you mommy/daddy

knife play

pretty girls, butches, femmes, mascs, literally women

anon asks are always welcome, DMs are open too! come say hi, or tell me all of the things you want to do to me (please)

if you’re under 18 (a minor) do not interact

“hold it baby. you’ll listen when i tell you to hold it. you’re not allowed to cum yet” your voice was sharp, calm. exactly what i needed it moments like this.

still, my eyes pinched shut, head pressed into the pillows. my pretty cunt dripping wet and filled with your strap, a small bullet vibrator pressed to my clit.

“mommy, p-please, i-“ i started, a whine escaping the minute you upped the vibrations. i was dripping down my thighs.

“please what? use your words” you chided, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips.

“want-need..p-“ i sobbed, but the wetness pooling between my thighs betrayed me. my nails digging into your back..your hips like i could push you deeper inside.

“not yet bunny. i told you to hold it,” you breathed, heavier now. i felt your hands grab my jaw, forcing my face to meet yours. i whimpered, but nodded. i could. i’d do it for you, no matter how desperate i got.

you thrusted faster, more erratic. your own desperation seeping out at the way my body reacted to you.

my brain was fuzzy, it was so much. too much. and without any thought my teeth clamped down on your shoulder. i heard you hiss, nearly breaking skin, enough to bruise.

“fuck baby,” you moaned, your eyes scanning my flushed, tear stained face..your pupils blown..dark.

somewhere in the world, they’re real.

moving through rooms, laughing at things in the way i’ve only heard through the phone. brushing their teeth and reading books and looking out windows.

and here i am, wanting you with a devotion that has no where to go.

of course darling!! that’s such a big accomplishment, i’m so proud of you 🥺🖤

22 she/her!!!

stopppp 😩 (but don’t)

i love love love it so much. it makes me so desperate and mindless and just ughh. the quickest way to my heart..and to make me squirt oops. 😭

-🦋

good morning sweet girl,

this made me so..shy? the effect you have on me is impressive (concerning haha)

no problem lovely,

what do you do for work? also i so resonate with that, i’ve been in healthcare for three years and still feel brand new 😵‍💫

also, it’s incredibly rude darling, so come here, pin me to the wall and touch me until i’m an overstimulated mess for you. i could use a rough makeout session. i mean, it IS pride month after all..it would be rude to deprive ourselves wouldn’t it?

lazy kisses pressed to your neck, your collarbone. leaving hickeys as i do, pretty ruddy-purple bruises that remind you of this moment.

watching the smoke curl up from my parted lips when i whimper. the way i hold it out, an offering. between two fingers and see the way your head tilts softly to the side, cheeks flushed. god, you look lovely like this.

i want you to take it, inhaling and press your lips to mine. breathe into me..

your strap glistening every time i shift, my pussy swollen and tender from however long we’d been in this position. let me see the way yours eyes linger for a moment too long, tongue darting out slowly between your lips.

“see something you like baby?” i teased, and you swallowed. nodding once. that pretty blush creeping up your cheeks. my thumb grazing your bottom lip, pressing down so gently, just ghosting it.

“you want to taste it pretty girl?” i pressed, usually so composed. look at you, poor thing. damn near speechless with that blunt, still swirling smoke between your fingers.

another nod, and i slowed my movements, a wet pop sounding quietly as i pulled out, laying back for you. “cmon baby,” i cooed, and you blinked. almost owlishly, and i watched your throat work around a swallow before crawling over, tentatively. laying flat on your stomach, eyes catching mine while my hand tangled in your hair. so pretty for me.

guiding you until your lips meet my pretty dripping cunt for you. head lolling back the minute your tongue presses against me.

“oh, fuck baby,” i breathed.

my breathing slow, controlled despite the wetness pooling between my thighs. always so eager.

that shining blade twirled between your fingers, glinting as it caught the light. then trailing slowly..up..up..up. not breaking skin, but leaving a faint red line up my stomach, stopping at my breast. nipples perky and hardened.

the edge of the blade sitting directly underneath one.

“don’t move pretty girl,” you hummed, voice low..i almost shivered.

you could see the dark spot on my panties glisten in the mirror. so pathetically desperate for you.

the sharp edge pressed against the underside of my nipple, flicking up lightly. cold, metallic. terrifying in the best way.

i know you wouldn’t hurt me. not really..but you could if you wanted to.

so i sat, breathing controlled and perfectly still, eyes trained on yours in the mirror. one hand on my neck, the other holding the handle of that knife.

i’m not calling a single person out (unless you’ve sent me like 50 messages lol), just a general reminder for my blog..and probably any other nsfw ones (i hope)

love you guys so so much, you make my heart so happy and i’m so glad you like my words..i like yours too. but for fucks sake, please tell me your age 🤣

thanks, love you always!!

wooooow, okay darling..going to need you to send me your age and pronouns before you keep going but-

🫠

gasping when i feel your fingers trace the outline of my pussy through the panties i was wearing. i shifted, “shh, just me pretty girl..” you cooed, and i relaxed. unconsciously pushing my hips back..melting into your body perfectly.

so desperate for you, even in sleep. feeling the way your thumb circles my clit a few times before you push a finger in, then two. already wet.

a sleepy moan falls from my lips and my legs spread as you pump your fingers in and out.

“m-mommy..” i moaned sleepily, pushing further back on your fingers. i felt the vibrations in your chest as you hummed. palm pressed flat against my clit while you kept your fingers inside. rutting against you, still dazed with sleep.

i shifted, laying on my back..legs spread on the bed and found my face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. those pretty whimpers slipping out as you moved faster.

“f-fuck..” hips bucking involuntarily and you could feel how close i was. your fingers coated in my wetness, pussy clenching around them.

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so well” you praised and my head pressed back into the pillows, hair splaying around me. eyes still shut and lips parted.

it never took you long, you knew my body almost as well as your own. your head ducking town and taking my nipple into your mouth, tongue pressed against it as you swirled around, biting down softly between your teeth. my eyes fluttered open, your fingers moving faster..pleased with the way i reacted to your touch.

“god you’re so wet,” you moaned, a whine escaping against your neck.

“g-gonna..need to..please,” i whimpered, “please please please” begging..my pretty cunt pressed against your palm as you suckled on my chest, my neck..feeling my fingers clench around you.

“cum for me baby,” and that was all i needed to hear. my body shaking and a string of pathetic little noises falling from my lips while you worked me through it.

when my body went lax, cheeks flushed and i blinked open lazily a few times your fingers were still buried inside me.

my eyes met yours, still sleep-laden and fully sated. when you finally pulled them out and pressed them to my lips. they parted, like always. you had me trained well, and you felt the way my tongue swirled, tasting myself on you.

your own eyes closing for a moment, relishing in the feeling.

letting you hear every gag, and whimper, watching the way i rock back and forth searching for any friction while you wrap your hands in my hair and push me deeper.

the way my eyes water so pretty,

“aw baby, you look so good like this,” you’d coo. and i’d watch you through thick dark lashes. head bobbing back and forth. almost erratic, desperate.

and then i want you to pull it out, slick and glistening with my spit, the same kind that’s left a thin trail from my lips to your tip.

with one hand curled tightly in the hair at the nape of my neck and the other holding the base i want you to rub it across my face. coat my cheeks and my chin, tell me how pathetic i am letting you do this to me. because even now i’m begging.

make me open my mouth, tongue sticking out and eyes locked on yours.