quietwhispersofaffection

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I miss his touch like how the beaches yearn to feel the lap of the ocean waves on a windless day, soft ripples that hardly even disturb the sand. And I miss his presence, waves so tall they could envelope you whole, caps frothing and white and tousled by a stormy wind. The magnitude of chaos is heavy and cold; the swells are so large that the shifting of sand is audible during brief moments of reprieve, before the inevitable pressure of the water crashes against the earth.

I feel the ghost of his presence in my bed, in the early mornings, on the brink of consciousness and exhaustion. The warmth of his chest pressed against my back, strong hands gently rubbing against my stomach, and his breath softly rolling across my shoulder. That's when I can feel him, the him that's thousands of miles away, yet in those moments he's beside me once more. His tender whispers murmured into my ear, and I feel my heart swell with emotions that only, and deservedly, know him.

But when I turn, my eyes still clouded with sleep and smile covered in haze, I am met with the same grey wall that permeates my vision every time I fall for this trick. The webs of deception my mind weaves a way to comfort my heavy soul. And in his stead the pillows lay, warm from my own body and not his, no arms to hold me and no gentle lips to kiss to stir me and steady me for the day.

And I turn again, frown deep against my lips, and I sulk in the feeling for a very long moment, mourning the loss of someone who is with me in every single way but physical. Irrationality licks at the sides of my body, and in my haze of sleep, it takes a moment to subdue it. Because all I feel is the chunk of my soul that has been missing for a long while, that piece of me that decided to trail after him in a desperate attempt when he departed. The piece of me that traversed the earth, hanging onto him, and now stays nestled in his heart. And in my sadness, I can not find it in myself to be angry, because that part of myself did what my body could not. It did what I desired to do, and though I can feel the pain of its separation, I am indebted to its choice.

And so, when I eventually rouse myself from my stupor and convince my mind to remain strong. Not for me, so much, but for him. I take pieces of him with me, a reminder that he is not as far away as I convince myself to believe. And that soon, there will come a time when our separation changes from miles to mere hours. When my longing for him will only have to endure for a day, and then he will return to me like a white knight on a beautiful horse, and I can feel his touch against mine for the rest of eternity instead of feeling his absence for a fraction of that time.

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Patiently waiting for the day my bf posts on Tumblr again...

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He drives and I stare at how handsome he is.

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I miss him every second I’m not with him

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Sometimes I don't think things that have happened to me in the past have affected me much. But when I fall into a spiral and I shrink into taught silence, he's always there to take my hand and lead me to a place just full of him and his love. A silent promise that he will never treat me as I used to be treated, and a quiet whisper that he'll always be there. Without me ever having to say a word or provide explanation.

And that is why I love him so, because he is gentle and he is kind. My fierce and most tender love.

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Feeling him constrict my airways while he’s deep inside of me, eyes hazy while I look up at him like he’s my god. Then i involuntarily clench from the lack of oxygen and feel him twitch inside of me. Yeah, big fan of that 

Big fan of when a guy puts one hand in your hair and one hand around your throat

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🥺as you should <3

the type of pussy he writes poetry about

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He’s so patient with me it almost hurts, even when I’m being difficult or confusing he’s still patient <3

a man who is patient with you. that’s all

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I'm ovulating, and because my man isn't currently with me to rip the demon out of my body, I'll write instead. This isn't good by any means, but it's also been in the drafts and needs to go.

John Price wasn't a rough man, not with you. He prided himself on his tenderness when it came to you. Always soft, kind to the best of his ability, and always gentle.

But today? He was furious.

"Say it." He snarled, cigar left smoking softly in the tray beside the bed. You were far too gone by then, eyes rolling back, clutching the pillow that lay under you as he took you from behind. Hair a muss from his harsh pulling and harsher thrusts. Far too gone to comprehend anything that was happening anymore.

"Fucking slut." He yanked your hair back, his cock inside of you, the only sensation you could feel and that earned a whine from you. "Oh." He sneered, tilting his head to get a better look at your fucked out face. "Little thing just wants my dick, hm?"

His index finger slowly pushing past your lips, mouth falling open to accept his offering, he pressed down on your tongue and then slowly slid back until he reached the back of your mouth.

"You seemed to like that cashier you were speaking with." He growled softly. It was stupid, really. He knew you would never flirt with someone else. Never. But the man had gotten too close, his smile too wide to constitute a friendly interaction. All you had been doing was trying to be kind.

But that prick took it the wrong way. Like they always did. And he had been standing a foot away, that was the funny part.

Not really.

"Need t'start keepin' you on a leash." He grumbled, seeing your shoulders shake as his hips slowly pulled back. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your soft, warm, gooey pussy pulse around his shaft. "Fuck." He huffed out, letting out a groan as he looked down between your two bodies, strings of precum and juices connecting your two bodies. "Messy whore... gotta keep-."

His hips surged forward and his cock filled you once again, the stretch making you whine and drool drip on to the bedsheets as he resumed his rough pace. "Gotta keep you away from these guys. Don't wanna break any jaws."

His hand moved from your hair to wrap his arm around your throat, bicep beginning to restrict your airways and make your mouth drop open again. He pressed his body on top of yours and chuckled, feeling your own body move under him from the power of his movements. "Pussy so fuckin tight." He grunted, shit eating grin forming behind his mask when he felt you clench around him. "Gonna come, slut?"

Your eyes opened, feeling that delicious pressure in the pit of your stomach and the throbbing of your clit signaling your impending orgasm. "John...!" You voice sounded so fucked, lewd and whining as your faced pressed into the pillows underneath you. The edges of your vision began to dim from the lack of air.

"You want me cum to bad don't you." He growled, cock twitching inside of you at the thought of filling your cunt up with his hot seed. "Want me to fuck a baby in you? Dirty bitch. Wanna see me leak out of you, make a mess on the sheets? "

"Yes~!" You cried out, eyes rolling back, the closer you got to that peak of pleasure. His bicep got just a bit tighter, and as the lack of hair increased, so did the pleasure he was giving you. A debauched moan ripped from you as your walls fluttered around him and your hips jerked as you came, squirting on his cock. Price let out a loud groan, his own hips jerking as thick ropes of cum began to coat your walls, insides beginning to drip with his seed. He moaned loudly, movements slowing as he pumped himself inside of you a few extra times before pulling out. He didn't notice at first how you slumped forward as he looked down at your swollen, red, pretty cunt and hummed as two fingers gently began to scoop the cum that was leaking from inside of you and try his best to push it back in.

When he looked up again, he sighed and took in your passed-out form. "Oh boy." He whispered, pulling off the mask and collapsing beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest as he tucked your head into the crook of his shoulder. "I've got you, lovie. We'll clean up when you wake." He murmured, knowing this wasn't the first time you couldn't handle him, and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS ONE. I'm too lazy to proofread

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My love

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This, except I make a big, dramatic display in my silky, lacey, opulent robe with tears in my eyes, and I collapse onto my bed like a Victorian princess

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

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I was made to be a whimsical fantasy Queen who governs over a prosperous land but who fell in love with her Knight Commander and he would break his oath to be with her in secret.

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I wouldn't have it any other way. He is my safest space, serenest moments, and happiest desires.

Late night talks, shared laughter, and unspoken understanding that’s our kind of love.

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I think I'm at a loss for words, darling... your love is the sole rhythm that makes me dance, my heart will always yearn for you. And when the sun dies, when the moon falls from the sky, and when the Earth begins to slow. It will be you and I, cheek to cheek, arms around one another as we dance the world away. You have stolen my heart, and I cannot fathom wanting it back unless it returns with the promise of you.

bookstore date?? rainy window seat date?? late night walk date?? shared hoodie date?? quiet cuddle date?? slow dance in the kitchen date??? absolutely yes.

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Knowing that every day he'll come home to me, and he'll know his heart is safe in my chest, too. My arms open and waiting for him, on the porch, smiling as he smiles back at me.

Knowing that he'll protect me in my peace and provide for us in our happiness. Our quiet days won't be mundane, and we'll have worked hard for those days together. And when times turn hectic, he'll always have me to return to, in a pretty dress and cute apron, waiting for him on the porch with dinner on the table and brownies on the counter.

When they said “I’m not made for a 9-5🥺, I really just want to be a housewife, wear cute dresses/aprons, make dinner and cool pies in the windowsill….” My brain chemistry was altered, and suddenly I was left sitting there daydreaming about them doing all of those wholesome things. I could see a cutesy A-frame house, surrounded by trees overlooking blue water, flower planters on the front porch, a garden with fresh vegetables, and falling into their loving, gentle arms after a day at work….suddenly I felt mature, and my longing for this has never been greater, to spend it with you my love❤️

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When his pupils are just soooo big and he’s looking up at me as if I’m his deity. Whimpering and begging for me to continue to move while I’m on top of him. Or when I tease his tip inside of me and whisper to not make a single, god damn noise because he’s my good obedient boy <3

i love the idea of "you think what i want you to think".

and i love torturing my pretty puppy with it even more. telling them to say what i want them to say while they're all needy, barely coherent and desperate feels so good.

but a command as simple as "tell me you don't want to cum" will get them repeating it back to me because the urge to be a good toy is much stronger than their silly need to cum.

obedient pups really are the best ᥫ᭡.

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Sometimes, all you need is to feel his skin against yours. His hands combing through your hair, and the smell of him all around you. Sometimes all I need is that throbbing sensation in my chest, the feeling that tells me this is where I'm supposed to be, and maybe I was meant to be here for the rest of my life. When our eyes meet, I feel as if I can see an entire galaxy in his eyes, so dark and endless. Pools of molten embers that warm my psyche when cold sorrow licks at my toes and whispers foul words in my ears. His lips bring me back from a desolate land, a land that threatens to swallow me whole as I trek through, hoping for a moment of solace, reprieve.

When I hear his own voice murmur in my ear, I can feel its cadence reverberate through my skull, a tone of deep longing and thinly veiled desire—of love and pain and everything in between. I am struck with an acute desire to consume his very being until his soul has merged with mine. And where my ardor fails, my fingers find his, the grasp he has on me strong and steadfast. Hands that pull me from moments of breathtaking despondency and heartache.

And sometimes, all I need is to know that his love is all around me. And when he is not near, I can feel it wrap around my soul until it is warm and satiated. And I can finally rest with the fact that my love is with me everywhere I go. And I can feel his pendant heavy against my chest, and when I can finally lay I will close my eyes and feel his being all around me, and I will finally realize that I am safe.