bella

tired mama and her babygirl napping together on a blanket on the sunlit floor. their french doors letting in a cool breeze and warm rays of summer sun ☀️

i want to own her completely. her tender heart. her whimpers in my ear as i hold her close and smell the shampoo i had meticulously washed into her hair. my touch being the only intense pleasure she knows. i’d watch her play out in the sun, her dress hugging her waist perfectly like i had imagined when i first saw it. she’d come running to me radiant and breathless, excited to show me something she had just picked off the ground. she is thriving because she is standing on my shoulders. she is completely dismantled because she feels safe for me to know her more than she knows herself. there is no home like the one i had made for her. no arms that will hold and protect her more than my own. i wipe away her tears and cradle her in the middle of the night because she is ashamed and has defiled herself for me. because she is so eager, so desperate to know that nothing she offers me is unworthy of my love. every inch of her is sacred. every moment with her is cherished. she is the embodiment of innocence, of pure joy, and utter devotion. i hold her future and her well being in my hands. because she belongs to me. because she is mine 

ageplay but it’s your kid grinning over the bathroom sink with a pair of shears in one hand and a chunk of her bangs in the other