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 currently closed! 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

they see the stone,

the sweat,

the certainty that tomorrow

will look exactly like today,

and they call him tragic.

but darling,

i have cherished you long enough

to know that repetition

is not always punishment.

every morning,

i gather all the versions of you

that call themselves

impossible,

and i carry them

a little higher.

you apologize for the weight.

as if mountains

have ever frightened me.

they ask me if i am tired

of adoring someone

who cannot yet stand in the light she deserves.

i never know how to explain

that devotion

was never a transaction.

i did not cherish you

because i believed

it would make you love yourself

by thursday.

i cherished you

because somewhere beneath all the rubble

there was a girl,

reaching for the sun with shaking hands,

and i wanted her to know

that someone saw her trying.

if one day,

you finally look into the mirror

and speak your own name

like a prayer instead of an apology,

no one will remember the thousand mornings before.

i will.

they will say,

i wasted myself.

but i have never believed

that helping someone

become gentle with their own heart

could be wasted.

even sisyphus

touched the summit

every single day.

even if only for a moment.

and tell me..

what is love,

if not believing

that one moment

can be enough

to make tomorrow's climb

-🩰

feeling your hips buck unconsciously, searching for anything. my hands coming down to your thighs and digging in there, not enough to hurt..just to make you focus.

“did i say you could move puppy?” my voice slow, and your throat worked around a swallow. shaking your head, just once. i hummed, nails scraping slowly up..tracing your hips, your stomach. my finger tilting your chin up, watching you move slow..like you were wading through water. blinking up, already hazy..eyes half lidded.

“you’re nothing but a toy to me puppy, understand?” i hummed, my hips rocking again, another noise escaping when i felt the tip of your strap press against my clit. already so wet.

“y-yeah,” you breathed, hands shaking..just barely as they fisted the sheets. you wouldn’t touch, not until i said you could. such a well trained puppy.

a few more movements and you were begging, “please..please let me-“ you whined, brows furrowed while you watched my pussy, so so wet, making your strap glisten.

“let you what? this isn’t about you.” i reminded you, and you let out the most deliciously, needy whine.

taking it in my hand and shifting my weight up, moaning as i lowered myself down onto you. hearing you groan just from the sight, the way my breath hitched, lips parted and eyes rolled back.

“fuck puppy, you feel so good.” i whimpered, a pathetic little noise escaping you. nodding eagerly. ignoring your own wetness between your thighs. “so so good,” i praised.

a few more moments and my hands found yours, interlacing them at first. then, guiding them to my hips, feeling the way they trembled softly when you came in contact with the soft flesh there.

a quiet “fuck” escaping your lips and i let you rock up into me once, twice. poor thing, you couldn’t help it could you? so needy.

“fuck..f-fuck, gonna,” i breathed, my body moving faster..almost erratic. yours eyes dark, pupils blown. watching me use you. “gonna cum, oh my god i’m-“ i whimpered, legs shaking..tightening around you.

my cum dripping down your cock, coating my thighs and your own, mixing with your wetness there. so pathetically desperate. your thumbs rubbing small circles on my hips as my movements slowed,

my eyes finally fluttered open, half lidded and thoroughly fucked..hand finding your jaw, thumbing across your cheek..watching you for a moment.

uhhhhh….yeah…sure 😅

i don’t just want the smile you wear for everyone, or the sharp edges that you keep polished..or that calm voice that always knows exactly what to do.

i want the parts you hide because you think they’ll make people leave.

the anger. the fear, the ugly cries when it’s 2 am and it all just bubbles over..the moments when you’re too tired to be strong. the thoughts you apologize for having, and the silence when you don’t know how to explain what’s wrong.

darling, i want it all.

and maybe..more than anything, i just want you to know that you don’t have to carry yourself so carefully with me.

you’re always holding everything together. always steady..always the one in control.

let me be the place where you feel safe enough to put it down.

i want to see you be soft without apologizing for it. i want your quiet voice. your trembling hands. i want you to let me hold that weight for a while. i want to love the parts of you that never get touched because you’re too busy protecting everyone else.

you don’t have to earn tenderness from me.

nothing too major at first, just enjoying the company of each other throughout the day. maybe you gift me a flowy nightgown for me to wear for a beautiful night ahead. i’ll let you decide if i should wear it or have you rip it off me. idc how long we indulge in each other, i want savor this, savor us. nothing quick. i’d want us to make sweet love until the next sun comes up. i imagine how you would touch me, kiss & suck on me (neck, breasts & both lips), fucking scissor me that we wouldn’t even need toys or a strap. although an ice cube would be nice for a hot summer night. i just want to feel all of you. your body weight fully pressed against mine, holding me. whispering sweet nothings but also absolute filth that i’ll always remember as a your declarations of love, making me wetter as we reach our pinnacles of euphoria.

(or do you have another scenario in mind? enlighten me, my love. please.) - 🍷

hi my darling,

i figured i’d answer both here (i’m glad you liked my recent)

first, happy belated birthday sweetheart! i want to hear all about what you did for your special day❤️

second,

hmm..i’ve got a few ideas in mind. i’d start by waking you up. gently of course, innocent to start. tracing those pretty sleep laden features of yours. just admiring you while the sun peeks through the blinds. the edge of your nose, the soft curve of your jaw. fingertips tracing your slightly parted lips.

but of course, i wouldn’t be able to help myself..fingers trailing down, so soft and sleepy and pliant for me. hearing that quiet, breathy gasp when they slip between your thighs. watching you shift, legs spreading automatically. already so wet for me. a few more touches before i’d be so desperate i’d have to duck under the covers, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs, the hickeys i’d left there. then right where you’d need me..i’d take my time. tongue pressed to your clit, swirling slowly. licking a stripe up. god, you’d taste so good. watching as your eyes would flutter open, hazy and unfocused when they landed on me. your back arching and hands curling in my hair. i’d stay down there for hours if you let me, and lick you clean after. before crawling back up and pressing my lips to yours, so you could taste yourself on me.

i’d make you breakfast, if you’d like. put on some music and lean back against you when i felt your arms wrap around my waist, pressing a kiss to my neck..making goosebumps rise to the surface because you affect me that much.

flowers of course, a pretty nightgown would fit you so well. i’d take you out and spoil you..where would you want to go, my love? bookstore? museum? picnic? clothes shopping? maybe the makeup store for more of those yummy lip products you’d mentioned before?

wherever we’d end up i wouldn’t be able to resist teasing you, little touches..stolen kisses and whispering all of the filthy things i couldn’t wait to do with you later. i want you soaked the entire day from just the anticipation.

when we finally got home, i’d run you a bath..full of bubbles. watch you slip in, shoulders relaxing when you stretch out. you’d look so lovely. always. i’d bring you a drink, or whatever else you’d indulge in (other than me) and then, i’d slip in with you. our bodies pressed together. maybe on your lap? pushing your hair over one shoulder and press a kiss to that soft spot under your ear, suckling softly. marking you.

i want to feel your hands knead my hips, splaying over my ass. hearing those needy noises i make when i start rolling my hips down. feeling you smile into the kisses we’d share. the gasp id let out when you pushed a finger inside, maybe two..feeling my pussy clench around you at the sensation. slow..unhurried, talking me through it. i want to cum on your fingers so badly, please.

the way my body would go lax after, breasts pressed together and nipples sensitive while i nuzzled into the crook of your neck. eventually, when the water cooled, i’d help you out..dry you off. lead you back to bed, i’d rub you down with a body oil..peppering little innocent kisses down your body as i did.

you could put on that pretty sheer nightgown i picked out. seeing your silhouette against the fabric would drive me crazy. you’d be able to see it, the way my eyes darkened. it’d be up to you at that point, are you in charge? am i? either way i can guarantee we’d be spread out infront of that mirror, both of us..so lost in it. for hours, until the sun rose. just the two of us.

what if puppy got too needy and put your legs on his shoulders and pounded into you….

-💌

aw, do you? you’re such a good puppy for me, letting me use you like that..always so eager to make mommy cum. hm?