Petal of Darkness

I don’t crave just dominance — I crave devotion wrapped in control. Soft, yes. Tender, often. But beneath this sweetness lies a deep ache

[petalandchainsworld]

Welcome to Petal of Darkness 🖤

Here you’ll find:

— Dark D/s Fantasy

— Power. Surrender. Obedience.

— Punishments that burn & praises that heal.

— Possession wrapped in devotion.

— Brat tamed & owned.

— Rituals of control.

— Crimson cravings & whispered orders.

I crave discipline.

I bloom beneath his hand.

I exist to obey, ache, and be owned.

Obedience is beautiful. Ownership is sacred

[petalandchainsworld]

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[petalandchainsworld]

🖤Infernal Reverence 🕯️

He didn’t ask for my soul—he summoned it.

With one look, the world bled into ash, and I followed willingly.

His hands commanded, not touched.

His voice, hunger carved into silk.

Every breath he stole remade me into something unholy.

He danced with me through ruin, fire bending to his will, shadows kneeling in devotion, and when he said mine, the word crawled under my skinand made a home in my pulse.

There was no mercy in him, only worship disguised as ruin. Freedom tasted like his mouth. Damnation felt like a promise.

As I burned against him, I understood—

this was never a fall.

It was ascension.

[petalandchainsworld]

“Ruin Made Flesh”

You came to me like a storm with soft hands.

I should have feared you

but all I could do was kneel.

There’s something holy in the way you destroy me.

You don’t touch my skin— you touch my soul.

You peel away the layers until I no longer remember who I was,

only who I’ve become under your gaze.

I try to hate you.

God, I try.

But my hatred burns the same color as my desire,

and I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Your name beats in my blood like a second heart.

When I close my eyes, I hear your voice—

not calling, commanding.

A quiet violence wrapped in silk.

When you look at me, I swear the world bends.

Even the darkness wants to serve you.

And I do.

I do, with a hunger that terrifies me.

You say I’m yours

and I feel it in every breath I take,

every pulse, every prayer.

Your claim isn’t written on my skin.

It’s etched into my bones.

So take what’s left.

Take it all.

Because even in ruin, I would still crawl toward you

and call it home.

[petalandchainsworld]

Bride of the Abyss

I begged for your teeth,

for the bite that unmakes me.

Each wound is a vow,

each bruise a promise I worship.

You tear me open, and I open wider,

starved for the agony, hungry for the dark ecstasy

that only your ruin brings.

I am not afraid of your abyss, I am addicted to it.

The more you destroy me, the more I belong.

The more I burn, the more I beg.

I am yours to consume, again and again,

until nothing of me remains but your name carved into ash.

[petalandchainsworld]

Devour Me

Your lips trace fire along my skin,

A hunger I ache to let you in,

Every gasp, a whispered plea,

Take all I am, devour me.

The world can fade, the night can fall,

But in your grasp, I feel it all,

The sweetest pain, the gentle crime,

A love eternal, beyond all time.

No fear remains, just fevered bliss,

An endless vow sealed in a kiss,

My soul, my blood, my body free

I am yours, eternally.

[petalandchainsworld]

"The Devil Who Tastes Me"

Touch me like sin,

Like your claws were carved to fit my skin.

Drag your hunger down my spine

Brand me yours, again… again.

I breathe in ash and exhale need,

My pulse a prayer, my ache a plead.

You rule with fire, I kneel in flame,

A willing girl, whispering your name.

Your eyes command, your voice consumes,

A low growl echoing in my womb.

Pull the strings I’ll break in grace,

Begging softly from my place.

I am not afraid of ruin.

I crave it

If it comes by your hand.

So take me,

Tame me,

Twist me like your dark demand…

And I’ll thank you,

Chained in silk,

For teaching a good girl

how to burn.

[petalandchainsworld]

For the one who walks willingly into the wild

In the hush of the haunted pines,

you lifted your dress like an offering,

and I, horned shadow,

answered with possession.

Not a word.

Just fingers like vows trailing your thigh,

the air drunk on your scent

storm, sweat, defiance.

You weren’t lost.

You were summoned.

And I don’t kiss to soothe.

I kiss to brand.

To make your knees remember

that surrender is holy

when it’s given, not taken.

Tonight, the moon watched you ache,

a forest of ghosts holding their breath

while you became mine

without ever asking if I was yours.

[afterdarkftm]

Being edged while forced to watch porn. Having to watch video after video of people cumming, all while you are continuously denied. Every time you get close to your orgasm you feel them pull away grinning as you beg and cry. Just as you get to the point where if your touched again you'll cum, they pull you onto them and push your head down to their boxers. Because if you want to cum you have to earn it.

[petalandchainsworld]

Infernal Vows🔥🔥

He doesn’t ask. He commands—and I burn beautifully for him

He offered fire in both his hands,

A throne of sin, no gold, no bands.

“You’ll burn for me,” his growl confessed,

“I’ll ruin you… in my arms, you’ll rest.”

I smiled a scarlet, sultry prayer,

Fingers laced in midnight air.

"Break me, Brand me call me Yours,”

I whispered truths behind closed doors.

Inferno eyes, my velvet chains,

He kissed my spine and spoke my name.

Not love, but worship dark and deep,

I was the storm he’d never keep.

But still I knelt, and still he swore,

He’d own my soul and nothing more

[petalandchainsworld]

The Grip of Ruin

In his grasp, I found obedience... and my most dangerous craving.

Your breath hitched as my claws ghosted low,

A tremble, a gasp—you’ve learned to bow.

In my shadow, you bloom delicate and damned,

A fragile rose held in Death’s rough hand.

I whispered rules in your fevered ear,

"Mine to cherish, mine to steer."

Lace and leather, blood and bloom,

Pleasure bleeds in this velvet gloom.

You kneel, trembling wild but tame,

Begging softly, whispering my name.

And as you break, you glow, divine

Not caged, not lost… but fully mine.

[petalandchainsworld]

🌹Thorns Between Us🌹

You found me buried in briars,

A bloom stitched in shadows and sigh

You, the dark prince of ruin,

Me, the petal that bleeds.

Your touch was the ache I prayed for,

Fangs beneath lips that whispered,

"Kneel, little rose."

And I did

Not in fear, but in hunger.

For the pain that made me yours,

For the love that made me ache.

We did not kiss to heal

We kissed to burn,

To ignite the night with our wicked hymn

And sow a thousand roses

From every scream I offered you.

[petalandchainsworld]

The Ritual of Us🥀🥀

In the hush of candlelit dark,

I wore obedience like velvet skin,

You, masked devil in tailored sin,

Pressed command to my lips with no words.

You claimed my breath,

Threaded leash through my soul,

Not with rope

But with gaze and growl and the way I tremble

When you say, “Mine.”

We danced between restraint and ruin,

Your hand a brand on my waist,

Your voice

A covenant I never want to break.

And when our horns touched,

In the silence of submission,

The world fell away

And I was only yours.

[petalandchainsworld]

Claimed Beneath the Moon

His shadow wraps around me like silk spun from the void,

each breath stolen, each heartbeat tethered to his will.

The wind whispers of freedom but I do not hear it.

For my freedom lives in his chains,

in the way his hand claims my throat,

in the way his eyes burn with wicked devotion.

I am his — body, mind, soul.

A petal plucked from innocence,

blooming only for his touch,

wilting for no one but him.

Let the stars bear witness

I am owned, and I am complete.

[petalandchainsworld]

"In the Grip of His Darkness"

His hand claimed my throat like a throne

soft yet merciless

possessive like the night that devours the stars.

I am his delicate ruin,

a fragile bloom trembling beneath his cruel touch,

while his shadow wraps around my soul

and whispers:

"You were never meant for light, my love

only for me."

[petalandchainsworld]

Crowned in His Darkness

On trembling knees I knelt,

in the hollowed chamber of our wicked love.

His wings unfurled, a cathedral of shadows

and with one touch, he crowned me.

Not with mercy,

but with obsession.

Not with grace,

but with possession.

I became his dark queen

bound, adored, owned.

And in his gaze burned a promise:

"Your soul is mine… as my world burns for you."

[petalandchainsworld]

"Crimson Surrender"

He whispers my name beneath the blood moon,

his fangs tracing the curve of my pulse.

In his arms, I am both prey and queen

willing, trembling, lost.

His hunger wraps around my soul,

and I surrender, again and again,

to the exquisite agony of belonging.