“On Your Knees, Pretty Girl.” “Come On, Sweetheart, Open Your Mouth.” “That’s It, Princess,

Girls be so pretty what the fuck

“Kissing a woman feels much more fun.” — Olivia Colman

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) HIGH FIDELITY (2020-) BLACK SWAN (2010) BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER (1999) ATOMIC BLONDE (2017) PROFESSOR MARSTON AND THE WONDER WOMEN (2017) CRUEL INTENTIONS (1999)

“Hands behind your back.”

The words leave my mouth calm and measured, but there’s no mistaking the edge beneath them.

You hesitate—just for a second. Barely long enough to register. But it’s enough.

Wrong move.

I close the distance in three slow, deliberate steps, the air thick between us. My fingers grip your jaw, firm, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet my eyes.

“What part of that was unclear, sweetheart?”

Your lips part like you might speak, like you might offer some excuse, but no sound comes. You just stand there, breath caught, waiting.

Then, finally, you move. Reluctant. Obedient.

Your arms slip behind your back, slow as surrender.

I circle behind you, my hands trail down your sides, mapping the lines of your body like a territory I already own. Then I lean in, mouth brushing against the soft skin of your neck, just enough to make you shiver.

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

I whisper it low, so close you feel the words more than hear them. You nod. It’s small, unsure. But it’s honest.

“Then be good,” I murmur.

You let out a soft, shaky whimper when the restraints tighten around your wrists—leather pulling snug, final, inescapable. I don’t rush. Every motion is slow and deliberate, to remind you that you’ve given yourself over completely.

And when I lean in again, my mouth at your ear, my breath hot against your skin, and I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to.

“Stay still,” I whisper, voice like a promise. “And take what I give you.”

Crushed [Goretober 24]

I want to help her, not because I think she’s incapable, but because she deserves to be taken care of.

Yeah you’re perfectly capable of opening a door by yourself, but isn’t it just nice if I hold it open for you instead? I know you’re strong enough to carry your own bags, but let me lighten the load anyway. You can cook a nice meal, but what if you just relax on the couch, and let me make it for you? You might not really need a hug in this moment, but I can give you one anyway, because hugs aren’t just for when you feel bad. I’m well aware that you’re capable of doing simple tasks, like making your bed, or folding your laundry. I’d just like to do it for you anyway.

I just want to take care of her in the simplest of ways, taking care of the little things.

want to put a vibrator in you with the setting on as low as it goes, knowing damn well it’s not nearly enough to get you off, and watch as you frantically grind yourself on me. to hear every pathetic whimper fall from your lips as you fuck yourself against my crotch.

please… i can’t

you’d sob and buck your hips oh so desperately. but no, watching you fall apart against me is the best part my love. we’re going to be here as long as it takes.

searching for healing through drawing my body

about the project :: all the drawings

Good morning