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The High Life Part 1

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 2

A/N: because I need a babysitter when I’m high and this is generally how it goes.

Contains: fluff💕, daddy k!nk

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“Matt, would you still love me if I was a worm?” Y/N asks, looking at him through a cloud of smoke.

He looks up from his game “You’re high as shit, but yes, I would, the fuck”? She’s always asking dumbass questions when she smokes. Matt doesn’t smoke himself, but he likes to be around to watch Y/N. Not only does she look really hot, but she becomes so baby, and he wants to take care of her. 

“Okay, but what would you do?” She looks up at him expectantly, looking for a very specific answer.

He turns in his chair. “I’d put you somewhere safe and find the wizard bastard that did this to you.”

Y/N shakes her head furiously. “No, there’s no wizard. The universe just took my human form back and decided I was actually supposed to be a worm.” She says, pulling the rolling tray onto her lap as she sits on the bed facing him crisscross applesauce.

“Alright, easy.” He claps his hands. I got this.” She pauses grinding her weed to lean in. This time, she’s hoping for a more pleasing answer. “I’m going outside every day, rain or shine, even if it’s a hurricane, and I’m screaming up at the sky and demanding the universe turn you back.”

Wrong again. “Oh, so you only care for my human body and not my worm body?” she says indignantly as she struggles to roll her joint.

He grabs her face and kisses her forehead. “Baby, please, you already know you’d have a 6-foot terrarium in our room” he takes her rolling tray off of her and starts fixing her shitty rolling. “but I know you’d be sad cuz you wouldn’t be able to talk. Hence my screaming at the universe.” He licks the end of the rolling paper and seals the joint up. “It’s all for you, my love.” And he holds the perfectly rolled joint out. He learned to roll for her recently. He can only roll joints thought because blunts are for losers, and Y/N doesn’t fuck with tobacco. 

She takes it from him, completely shocked. “Well,, I guess that’s nice of you?” Referring to his hypothetical screaming and his unhypothetical miracle joint rolling skills. “Since when did you know how to do anything even remotely related to drugs?” 

“Last week. I thought I would help my baby out in all her endeavors.” He cracks a smile, knowing he’s thoroughly impressed her. 

She spaces out for a few seconds, then Says, “Could I come outside sometimes?”

He nods, instantly, knowing that her brain just did a factory reset, and is talking about the worm hypothetical again. “Mhmm, I’d put you in my shirt pocket, and we’d go on dates, and I’d get you plates of dirt to eat.” This was not the answer she was looking for because it was so much better, and just so perfectly Matt.

“You’re amazing.”

He pats her head. “I’ll go get you some snacks and water, Lovie.” He leaves, and Y/N feels so comfy and loved. 

“Get my special cup, please!” she yells to the kitchen. The cup in question is a 40-oz stainless steel tumbler that says Daddy’s Girl. Matt knows she’s in subspace. 

When he comes back to the room, Y/N is all cuddled up in bed with the stuffed shark he won at the fair last month. He’s got her special cup in hand and his arms full of chips. He throws them all on the bed and hands over the cup. “Got your cuppy, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he never liked being called Daddy before he met Y/N. She just brings something out in him. When she’s around, he just wants to take care of her in every conceivable way. 

“Anything for you, Baby.” He sits beside her on the bed, and she lies her head on his lap. Matt feeds her chips as they watch Family Guy. It’s amusing watching tv with Y/N when she’s high because she can’t follow the plot story shit. He likes asking her what she thinks is happening and listening to her crazy, convoluted answers. 

Somehow, over the course of a couple of hours Y/N ends up sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. She cranes her neck and stares up at him for a while. His lips look so soft, and she can’t look away. Matt notices this and tries to focus her back on the show. “So, what do you think Brian and Stevie are up to right now?”

“D’know.” She shrugs and continues to look at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip.

Matt knows exactly where she’s going with this. “What do you need,

Love. You have to tell me before I can help you.”

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

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bluelock boys describe their feelings for you through songs !!

## 💬💬. . . characters list : nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, michael kaiser x reader

Tw : contain spoiler(s) for the manga, ooc, angst (for some character), fluff, songfic, lots of "i love you"

## 🎏 . . . kaizen 's notes : hii I ended up making something longer, but I felt cringe reading it. I'm so afraid of your response on this (⁠ ⁠T⁠_⁠T⁠)

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But oh my God, I think I'm in love with you

— (Sofia - clairo) Mikage Reo

You always loved his bright purple eyes always looking at you gently. You can see how much he loves you just by looking into his eyes when your eyes meet. His bright purple eyes always stare at you with awe, love, and happiness.

Because of his love for you that turned him into a fool, he always does and gets whatever you want– if he can do it. He just doesn't want you to leave him, so he always hugs you tightly, and kiss your forehead when you hug. Sometimes sinking his head into your neck and enjoying every moment spent together.

Every day, nagi have to hear reo talk about you; how beautiful you are today and every day, especially when you smile, and the various compliments that reo gave about you that made him fall in love with you again and again. Reo will not get tired of looking at you even though he has done it many times. Because for him, your happiness is everything.

You know you make my world light up

When I was down, when I was hurt

You came to lift me up

— (Hymn for the Weekend - Coldplay) Itoshi Sae

"Thank you for always being with me," is the sentence he wants to say to you many times every time you encourage him and spend time with him. But his ego and prestige are too high to say it, so he never said it. But he always held your hand tightly and looked at you gently when you did that, as if he was saying thank you to you.

Even though he was cold to you sometimes, you always patient with him and asked, "are you okay? is there anything I can help you with?". He is always haunted by guilt, doesn't know how to repay your kindness when all he does is hurt and burden you. But you always say it's okay. He couldn't help but hug you tightly when you answered like that. In his deepest heart, he feels happy and relieved to be with you.

Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help a fool who falls in love

— (Ophelia - The Lumineers ) Nagi Seishiro

No one thinks, not even his teammates, that nagi is always thinking about someone. Every time he daydreams or just stare down, he always thinks about you; what are you doing today, did you miss him, did you have a good day, did you like your menu today, did you meet new people. All those things keep running through his mind, making him always think of you.

Somehow sometimes every time he sleeps, he dreams about you. Either when you spend time cuddling and playing games, or when you both feel the sweet memories of school. Making him think he has turned into a fool who is crazy about love and the one person who made him that way. But it doesn't matter to him, because you always manage to keep him motivated to keep going to school.

Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

— (Just Give Me a Reason - P!NK) Michael Kaiser

Countless times he has broken your heart, but you can still accept and forgive him–at least just this last time. He also said the same reason to you many times, never remembering your tears every time he hurt you. Never tried to understand you even once. Never remember your struggle to make him really love you. Although in the end all of it was destroyed by himself. He betrayed you again and again. While you can only survive with the sweet memories that have passed.

But this time, he realized all his mistakes. This time– for the first time, he is begging you to stay. For the first time too, he tries to understand you, and promise you that he will fix this relationship from the start, so you don't have to be hurt and tired anymore. For the first time, he always hugs you tightly and whispers, "I'm sorry. I love you."

Maybe this will be the last time you give him a chance, before you leave him, leaving all the memories that have passed. Let him be able to realize his mistake, so that when he is in a relationship with someone again, that person will not end up the same as you.

And you know, you know I love you so

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry

— (Yellow - Coldplay) Isagi Yoichi

Everyone knows that he is an ambitious person, trying his hardest to achieve his dreams. The same goes for his love for you. He's trying to do whatever it takes to keep you together with him. He will not hesitate to repeatedly say, "I love you". He always loved when you held hands, he felt warm, his stomach was filled with butterflies. Even though his ears are a little red. He has always liked touching you without sexual intent. Don't be surprised if he suddenly hugs you or holds your hand. He did it because he missed you.

I just can't take my eyes off you Tell me anything you wanna do

— (Eyes Off You - PRETTYMUCH) Bachira Meguru

In his heart, he always screams loudly every time your eyes meet. His heart was beating fast and it felt like a warm summer. His hands always move on their own to hug you subconsciously. His always shining eyes shine even more when he sees your presence. Not a few times he tells his friends about you until they get tired of hearing it, but from there they can conclude that he really loves you.

Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake

— (idfc - blackbear) Itoshi Rin

He always feels he can't be the best for you. He didn't want to lose the person he loved again. It's okay for him if you don't really love him, as long as you are by his side, he can forget all that bitter reality. You can immediately erase all the bad thoughts running through his mind just by saying, "I love you." Even if it was a lie, at least he could forget all the bad thougts for a while.

You can tell hundreds or even thousands of lies to him, he didn't mind. Even if you don't actually love him, even if you always hug him and whisper that all that is not a lie, even though you always other people about him and always exclaim, "that cool person is my boyfriend!". Even though you have been with him patiently until now. Those bad thoughts still haunt him, but he still wants the phrase "I love you" to always come out of your mouth. Maybe he still can't trust you completely.

And I will love you, baby, always And I'll be there forever and a day, always I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme

— (Always - Bon Jovi) Chigiri Hyoma

He loves it when he hugs you by the waist, letting everyone know that you are his. He loves kissing your face; his favorite parts are lips and cheeks. No matter how many times he did it, his stomach filled with thousands of butterflies, his body felt warm, his face would be a little red with embarrassment. Not only that, he likes every time you stand on tiptoe to reach his face, then give a short kiss in the face area, then say, "I love you." Oh you could have killed him by doing that many times.

He always smiled subconsciously when recalling those memories. His hand is raised to hold the part that you often kiss. While his heart wants to stay and spend time with you for a very long time– if possible and allowed, forever.

[gazsluckyhat]

Sarah's House *TW*

Five - Shiny Things

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I'm so sorry it's took me this long. I had a horrible reaction to a antibiotic I was on due to complications from my surgery. But I'm feeling a lot better now so updates should be regular now.

This one also isn't as long as the others but I had something happen every time I sat down to write. Literally. But I hope you enjoy it. A tad bit of domestic fluff before we get into the good shit. Shit is also getting darker so just be prepared

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

or

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Sarah's watching. Eyes flitting around the room, not really focusing on anything particular. Everyone is doing something, but her. Price and her father are doing legal paperwork for something she doesn't know, there's a nurse talking to Ghost and Gaz, with the latter making a list of stuff they needed to get for her. Everything feels surreal, almost dream like. The voices are still there, yelling at her, telling her things that make her chest ache. But she pushes it down, away from her front, because Soap, she liked it, is coming to sit beside her. All pretty blue eyes and light stubble. She gives him what she hopes it a reassuring smile. I'm totally okay and not thinking about jumping out that window. Not at all. It doesn't work though, she forgets they are one of the best SAS teams in Europe. They read lies for a living.

"We're gonna go to Price's place. It's out past town, beautiful backyard. Quiet, think ''ya will like it." His thumb is rubbing her hand and its nice. The touch. The feeling of his skin on hers. Feels good to not be afraid of it, of any of them. They've had plenty of time to do anything they wanted to her and never did. Ghost had seen her naked, held her body to him and not once looked at or touched her wrong in any way. She'd expected that, had prepared herself for it. But then they talked to her, actually spoke to her like a human rather than a animal. She'd wanted to cry, to honest to god cry. It had felt so nice. To be human. They'd given her that.

"Ay' where'd you go?" Johnny was still petting her hand, speaking to only her, concern in his voice. Sarah looked at him, really looked for the first time. He really was handsome. There was a scar on his chin, she left her fingers ghost over it. Had smile lines, which she had expected, he was always smiling or laughing. She ran her hands over his lips, then his eye brows. Using her free hand she tapped him a message. ... --- / .... .- -. -.. ... --- -- . So handsome  Soap blused, she found him cuter like that. Cheeks all red and eyes suddenly bashful.

"Don't lie lassie." But she was shaking her head. -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / -....- / -- .- -.- . / -- . / ..-. . . .-.. / .... ..- -- .- -. You are - Make me feel human His heart is stuttering, head begging his blood to quit rushing. Her sudden attention making the fluttery feeling he felt around her wild.

"You are. Deserve to be treated as such. Pretty bonnie thing like you? Deserve the world an' more." She's looking away, feeling suddenly lightheaded. "Get ya' home, away from this and let ya' heal. Show them that 'u're stronger than it." Sarah doesn't know why she does it, just that the urge is overpowering and it's either his mouth or his cheek but she needs the contact. And she kissing his cheek, burying her head in his neck while she squeezes him.

"T-t-th-a-nk y--u S -o-ap." It's breathy and takes her a few minutes to get out, but it is tattooed on his heart, her body conforming to fit in his arms, heartbeat steady for the first time in two years. And that's when Johnny realizes he's fucked.

 Two hours later she's once again in oversized clothes and sitting beside her dad while Price drives them to his place. Soap typing on his phone, eyes watching her every little bit. It's away from town. Away from the loud noises and wild smells. She thinks she likes it. But she's not sure. The place itself it gorgeous. Reminds her of a childhood trip to the mountains. The cabin they stayed in had been a little like this, but way smaller. It fit what she knew of Price. She could picture him on the balcony with a cup of coffee, or tea, and maybe even a paper.

"S'not much but it's home. And you're welcome to it." Sarah nods and smiles. She follows the boys up the stairs and into the main room, which she has to hold in her shock. It's beautiful. Decorated for comfort. The couch is cozy and plush and she knows she will be using it for naps. A large fireplace was agaisnt one wall with T.V on the one beside it. The size causing her to look at Price with one eyebrow up.

"Enjoy a good rugby match." He's rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, and Sarah giggles. Actually giggles. It's the sweetest sound they've ever heard in their lives. It's rough around the edges but warms their hearts. Because she's healing. The kitchen is next, just as beautiful as the rest.

"There's three rooms upstairs and two down here. I'm giving you the master Sarah" She’s shaking her head, trying to refuse. It’s not fair. She’s always a burden in her mind and she refuses to kick him out of his own space. She wasn’t raised like that. She’s pointing at him, yours. She's more than insisting it, she can't feel like this. This problem that everyone has to bow down to. No, she isn't that. She's Sarah. Sarah who got her teeth way to early. Sarah who knows all the words to any Stevie Nicks song. Sarah who hates blood now. Sarah who can't look in the mirror without gagging. Sarah who wants to peel her own skin off. Sarah who wants to di…

She's hyperventilating, Price kneeling below her, hands holding on to her red cheeks. His eyes are a cool blue she realizes. Different then Johnny's bright ones. Price's are pools. Calm pools she feels safe in. Home in. She takes her own hands and grabs his shoulders, squeezing to make sure he's real. Not the phantoms that've been haunting her since she woke.

"The room is bigger, has a attached bathroom, space for you to retreat when we become to  much. Do you understand? You're not puttin' me out, lovie. I'm a easy man, give me a chance and I'll sleep anywhere." He's giving her that smile that makes her knees feel funny. All she can do is nod as her heart rate slows and air stops feeling short.

"Do ya' wanna go see it?" She nodding and taking his hand, it smaller than his, comically small. He leads her up the stairs and to the left. Once he opens the door she freezes. It's beautiful. The bed is in the middle, most are right? She can't remember. The sheets and bed cover are dark blue and suddenly she feels exhausted. There's a door to the right of the entrance that leads to a just as beautiful bathroom with a soaking tub and a walk in shower that makes her want to puke. She doesn't step foot any there. On the opposite wall is a walk in closet that's not even half full of clothes, most of them are on the floor. They're all Price's and she can smell them from here, makes her chest all warm. There's a floor to ceiling window on the other side of the closet that she reveals when she moves the giant curtains. The view causing her jaw to drop. Her knees almost give out when she sees the mountains, the way the trees look around the yard. There's a shed and, is that a 4 wheeler? Price was right. This would be her kingdom. She tells him by throwing her body at him, catches him off guard. But she weighs like five pounds soaking wet so he steadies himself easily.

They spend the next couple hours talking and doing laundry. Well the boys do. Her dad went to sleep early, jet lag he said. Sarah trying to help fold but is swatted away, told to relax. Which is not happening because the voices are screaming at her, her skin is crawling and for the love of God she has to pee but there's a mirror in the bathroom and she refuses to see herself again. So she sits pretty, listens and pretends to not see the shadow in the corner. Price and Johnny are talking about some past mission when Ghost and Gaz finally walk through the door, both carrying more shopping bags then seems physically possible. She gapes, she knows she does. Because where did they go? She's only seen this in movies.

"Oi, you two. Wanna help, huh?" Ghost is setting them at her feet. Then bending down to press a clothed kiss to her head. "Got you a surprise Flower." Then he's out the door following the other two. Gaz setting his bags in the kitchen. She can hear him moving around and unloading things so she joins him. She's always been nosy.

"Hey pretty, come to join me?" She nods and walks to the bags on the counter, fingers pulling so she can peek in the bags. "Open them up, yeah? Point at anything you like." And so she does. The first bag is simple just some basic cooking stuff. Garlic, mint, thyme and a couple more herbs. The next one makes her smile. It's filled with chips and snacks. She points at a few she wants to try before handing them to Gaz who tells her his favorite. The next is fruit and she points at almost every single piece, which makes Gaz happy because maybe she'll eat a lot and gain some weight. She almost drops the next one, the sight startling her. It's meat, ground beef she thinks, but its bloody and reminds her of the prisoner in the cell beside hers. The one they took a meat cleaver to, his hea… And she’s gagging, running to the trash bin to dry heave and puke up stomach acid.

"Sarah!" There's a hand pulling her hair back, the other rubbing down her spine. She shakes that one off, not because she doesn't want him touching her (God does she want him touching her) but because the Russians had laughed at her when she'd puked. Pointed and laughed. Made her fucking eat it. Some of them would fuck her through it. Shove their fucking prick dicks in her mouth until she vomits again, moaning words she wished she didn't understand. When she's done she stand up and faces Gaz, shame covering her features.

"I'm sorry. I should've put it away before, didn't think." And he's hugging her and handing her a bottle of, apple juice? Fucking apple juice. And she cries. Because she fucking loves apple juice and hasn’t had it in two years. Fucking Russians only gave her stagnate fucking water. She's cursing too much. Her mom wouldn't be happy. "You want water instead, I'll…" She shaking her head. Smiling and pulling it to her chest hoping he gets it. "You're favorite?” She nods. "I'll buy more then." And he unpacks the rest of the stuff. Including the other thirty bags Johnny sets down when he comes back in, stealing a juice as well and leading her back to the living room. Where Price and Ghost have at least one hundred bags waiting. Okay, maybe not that many but still, it's a lot.

"Come sit down, want you to see these." She sits on the couch, just as soft as she thought, and gets comfy. Or what she hopes looks like comfy. Her skin is crawling still. She swears there has to be mites under there.

"We know you have no clothes or anythin' really so we got it for ya'." Ghost says shoving a box at her. She's wide eyed. They…bought her things? With their money? She's pushing the box back and trying to get up. Shaking her head no while trying not to cry. Her head is spinning. She doesn't deserve this.

"Ay' stop, sit down. It's okay." Johnny is pulling her to sit beside him, his thigh pressing into hers. "Breath lassie." His lips are right above her ear, pressing soft kisses there. Her fingers are moving before she understands. -.. --- -. - / -.. . ... . .-. ...- . Don't deserve Johnny wants to scream. "Of course you do." -. --- / .... .- ...- . / -. --- - .... .. -. --. / - --- / --- ..-. ..-. . .-. No nothing to offer How can he get her to understand that he would give her the heads of anyone she wanted if it meant she would be happy?

"You don't 'ave to offer anythin' for people to care." Johnny wants to shake her. But he knows she's had her worth beaten into her, literally.

"You can't go around naked. Open the gifts." Price isn't giving her a choice, plucking a bag up and setting it in her lap. She stares at it before shakily opening it. A shirt, multiple actually, in some of the prettiest colors she's seen. She can feel tears on her cheeks.  They’re soft. So damn soft. She doesn’t have proper time to process and get emotional because Ghost is handing her another bag. Which was the whole point. This one has sweats, basic colors that she could pair with anything.

“Didn’t know your jean size and I thought you seemed like a sweats kinda gal.” She giggling at Ghost and nodding. Because he’s one hundred percent correct. The next bags are more shirts and bottoms. The pajamas being the softest things she’s ever touched. Gaz picked out the pink fluffy slippers she instantly put on and fell in love with, the tennis shoes Ghost got fit like a dream. There's so much stuff, and it's all new and expensive. She may have been hidden in a basement for two years but she knows Nike is a top seller. There's only a couple bags left, Johnny easily organizing what is what and where it goes. God she's grateful for that. Her eyes catch a box, it's closed with the flaps tucked into each other. She cocks her head to the side and points.

"Gaz picked that out." It's clearly heavy, Ghost gives a grunt when he sets it down. He pulls the flaps open and, her hands grab the very first one on top. Twilight Her heart seems to have stopped. It's used, clearly, but she couldn't give a rats ass. It reminds her of her youth, the days spent wrapped in a blanket and devouring each book. Of her mom taking her to the theater to watch each one when it came out. The second book is next, then the third, fourth. It's the whole collection. She's looking up and catching his brown eyes.

"There's more, underneath them. Want help?" Please. She nods. And he's handing her some of her favorites. Books. One of her favorite things that she had accepted to never having, touching, or seeing ever again. She puts them down and throws her arms around him. Actually holding on. "Your dad said you enjoyed 'em. So I thought I'd try and find a few."  And she could combust with the emotions she's feeling. The fact someone actually cared enough to get her something. Matter of fact, the fact someone cared was enough to send her over the edge. She'd known nothing but hate and anger for so long she forgot what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Her nails are digging in, chest heaving and her whole body shakes. She buries her face deeper into Gaz's neck, wanting to capture this feeling forever.

"Than-k y-o-u." It's broken and rushed but nothing sounds sweeter to Gaz, the words setting a fire in his chest. He's gently pulling her back, wiping tears as she sniffles.

"You're welcome. If there's anymore you want, just ask." Pushing hair out of her face he turns her around, where Ghost is patiently waiting with bag in his hand. She eyes it, its not branded.

"Open it." And she does. It's a necklace, silver and thin. Expensive she's sure. The pendant takes her breath away. It's small, size of a dime. But it's a raven. Blood red gem for it's eye. Her call sign. "Sargent Raven, pretty badass callsign. Deserves to be shown off too." Her partner in crime had come up with it. Said she always had a eye for the enemy, like a raven to something shiny. Her heart ached. Her team, she'd thought about them constantly in the beginning. What had happened to them, if they were looking for her. She'd had the thoughts beat out of her in the end. Lifting it up she beckoned to put it on. Thick fingers brushed agasint bruised skin. The chain fit perfectly around her neck, the raven sitting comfortably at the start of her chest bone. Her fingers dance across the pendent, it's smooth and brings a sense of calm instantly to her mind. No one had called her Raven in so long, she'd missed it.

Johnny and Price had cleaned and re-organized his closet one she'd opened everything. Price taking his clothes to the bedroom down the hall. He didn't have many and so it made sense to move them anyway. Turns out Johnny had a knack for organization. Sarah sat on the bench and watched the men work. Johnny pointing and talking while Price listened. They hung her shirts up and folded her pants to put in the drawers, her shoes going in the opened faced shelves. Johnny mentioning she needed more.

"She's got more. A lot more." Her dad is leaning in the doorway, watching. The sight making his worries fade. "She and my wife are one in the same about shoes." Her cheeks turn red as he talks.

"I think all women like shoes." Price smiles her way. He likes a woman in pretty shoes too.

"I can ship her things back here when I get home." Sarah scrunches up her brows, but Johnny beats her to the punch.

"That's gonna cost a pretty penny ya' know." Johnny waves a black clothes hanger for emphasis. Her father nods, waves his hand.

"She's worth every penny. Spend every dime I had if it meant she'd be happy." Sarah feels weird. A mixture of happy and, guilt, maybe? Happy to have her dad here and the boys who really seem to care, but guilty for having to put them through it. Her dad who spent two years being told she was dead. Left to imagine the worst for her, terror griping him at every turn. Forced to face every parents worst nightmare day after day. All because of her. Because she couldn't do her job right. She was the sniper, the lookout. The Raven. She failed. Failed her mission, her teammates, herself. She should have seen the signs they were there. Heard their footsteps. Maybe if she had cased the area beforehand? Or maybe if she had chosen a different spot, one closer to where her team was supposed to converge? Should have screamed louder, fought harder, used her teeth more. She was the Raven, there was no reason they should have overpowered her that easy, she trained every day for missions twice as hard. Should have slit her thro… Price is pulling at her hand, yanking her to her feet. He squeezes her shoulders a little to get rid of that glassy daze in her eyes.

"Tell the boys we'll be down in a second, will ya' lovie?" Waits until she looks him in his eyes and nods, smiles at him. Then sends her on her way, her dad walking with her.

"Whatdya' think she thinks 'bout when she gets lost?" Price isn't sure. Well, he thinks he knows but doesn't wanna be right. He shakes his head, eyes catching Johnny's.

"Russia." He leaves it at that.

[v3nusxsky]

Say it again 18+

*A/n~ this fic has been going round my head all day. I'm exhausted but I just can't rest until I've written it. I'm going to edit it in the morning tho. Prompt list has been posted for you guys too feel free to request anything I absolutely adore hearing from you all*

Warnings~ dom Larissa sub reader, mommy k!nk, safewords, strap on, f!ngering, praise k!nk, degradaing k!nk, oral & just smutty goodness

Prompt- new to your relationship reader and Larissa start to explore just how far they can take things. (Start will be based off my life tw for abuses -sexual kind and non- )

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Joining Nevermore Academy to teach English language was one of your best decisions yet ranking in the top spot. The school saved you. Going through a rough break up it gave you a safe haven. A new focus that helped get you through. The staff are lovely but one particular lady caught your eye. Just so happens the stunning gorgeous goddess is your boss. How does anyone get any work done around her? It's impossible to focus when she's such a pretty picture in front of you. You formed attentive friendship with your boss. First rule of dating... no coworkers.

Months passed and you and Larissa explored your relationship at a pace that felt good for you both. Your dates were always so thoughtful and planned perfectly, she dotes on you, and listened to your wants and needs. As well as being the exact definition of your ideal women. You couldn't believe you got to call this goddess yours. And you hadn't even slept together so she went out with you because she wanted to not just for sex.

Your relationship with Larissa seas so different from the previous one with Alexis. She wouldn't give a toss about you, never tried to get to know you or anything and the had the audacity to take something from you that you didn't want to give. She didn't care if you consented. She wanted. She got. No matter if you said yes or no or awake or asleep she didn't care. So when you nervously suggested to wait before making love you'd expected Larissa to go mad. Instead she didn't, she wrapped you in her arms and just held you. No matter how badly the older women wanted you she would not take without permission. The thought made her own stomach turn.

So you can imagine the little shocked sound Larissa made as she accidentally choked on her wine. "Can we uh talk about likes and um not likes" you mumbled embarrassed, eyes towards the ground.

"Um yes ? Would you like to start?" She offered and was received with a negative.

(Guys here might get a little sexual abuse tw? It's based on a personal experience the least I'll want to do is trigger anyone with my past. I very much am y/n in this so please if anyone has anything like this reach out. It took me three years but I'm now doing okay and you deserve to be treated right)

"Okay darling so I'll start with some things I like okay? So I prefer being more dominant. I like to focus on you but I'm not against receiving. I would prefer to wear the strap but if you wanted to I'm sure we could sort that out later. I like to give my partner a safe word. So they can use it not only in the bedroom when they want to end the session but this could work in public depending on the word. Um I don't mind toys at all... I think that's all" she explained every bit so clearly.

Can my safe word be dove? " you murmured. The word being a nickname you had been called pretty much all your life. You continued "I haven't...I don't know what I'm doing either. But that's okay because that's how you learn. I um I know there's probably um pain involved?" You questioned the fear seeping through your words.

"Dove.. that works darling. So it's discreet enough you could even use it in public to show me you wish to leave an environment or situation if you wanted to. Whenever I hear that word from you I'll try my best to make you feel comfortable." She promised causing a small smile to grace your lips. She really and truly loves you it's plain to see.  "Baby? What do you mean by pain? " her tone heading caution here.

"I um well dominant people hurt their submissives? That's what she always said. It's normal? And if I say no you can still take whatever because your a dominant person?" You trailed off. You really hated your lack of knowledge here. As a teacher your thirst for knowledge was never quenched, so to have this massive gap was slightly embarrassing. Alexis had been a very rough period of your life, one in which you faced many difficulties and lost everyone in your life. Larissa knew of the relationship but none of the details. Truly isolated. No one knew the true extent of what you went through, partly because you still didn't quite understand the extent of it yourself. But if your loves crestfallen expression was anything to go by then you'd assume Larissa was starting to work everything out.

"Oh y/n. No darling that's not quite right. A dominant still needs consent love. It's a mutual agreement between both parties that have limits. So someone might adore being praised where as the other may prefer to be um put down while having some fun. Some people like to be hurt, others don't. Some like to be restrained and others don't it makes them panicky which then takes the enjoyment from such a special act. Do you understand love?" She gathered your hands in hers seeing the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, "I promise y/n when the time comes I'll never do anything you don't want. I like to check in with my partner. All I'll ever want to do is make you feel good my love" her reassuring words wrapping around you like a blanket.

"What do you like?" You whispered out almost inaudibly. "Me? Hmm well I like myself a lot of praise, I like to praise my partner let them know how good they are for me. I'm also not against using degradation with some limits and this is if and only if they enjoy so. I own some restraints and toys but would never use them unless specifically asked for" she trailed off carefully examining your reaction. So far so good. You didn't look frightened or in need to stop the conversation. "My love is there anything I said you don't want?" She queried. You sat in deep thought, her thumbs caressing the tops of your hands. "Um I don't think so? That all sounds rather enjoyable I think. I would like to try." You mumbled a bright red flush adorning your cheeks at the admission. "Okay my love, is there anything else you want to ask?" In which you shook your head just processing the new information. You moved to settle back against your girlfriend in a comfortable silence.

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What Larissa was describing sounded rather enjoyable and nothing like what you were thinking. Actually what you were being told made the whole idea rather desirable? You trusted Larissa explicitly and she would never hurt you intentionally that much was clear. Maybe you could give it a try? After all you'd been together now for a while and maybe just maybe you were ready for the next step? Larissa had promised to wait as long as you needed. And true to her word Larissa never made any advances or made you feel any kind of pressure. "Honey? Can we um I think I god this is rather hard..." your embarrassment causing the words to get lost in your throat. "I can we try?" You managed lamely gaze fixed to the flames of fire dancing in front of you.

"Are you sure y/n? You don't have to just because we had this conversation." She murmured into your hair wanting you to know it was not a requirement. "I want to... I want you and to make you feel good. Show me. Please?" You whimpered out in a response. The words reassuring the older women this was a mutual want. You turned around to see her darkened lust filled eyes in the soft glow from the fire. Absolutely stunning. Her lips sought out yours in a sweet yet desire filled kiss. Hands finding purchase on your cheek and the back of your neck, holding you to her. Your hands slipping round her neck in an attempt to get closer. You shifted so you were now sat on her lap, enjoying the kiss she was gladly offering. Her lips trailed your neck up to your ear nipping the lobe before trailing down to find your pulse point. She nipped there lightly revealing in the little gasp you made only spurring her on to repeat the action a little harder. Again the moan was a bit louder in response to her action. You could feel her lips curling upwards against your skin, she was rather pleased at how responsive you were to her simple acts. "Larissa, please" you whined the desire you felt for her now burning like a raging river. Months of wanting her but not having the confidence to do so hitting you like a freight rain.

"Okay my darling, bedroom?" She murmured against your neck not wanting to stop her assault of kisses there. The sounds you were making, simply too addicting for her to ever want to stop. With a quick nod, you were carried to your lovers room and gently laid on the bed. "Darling? Still okay?" She queried in which you nodded too distracted by the way you were feeling for words. "Words angel" she reminded you. "Please" you whimpered under her gaze. With enough consent Larissa stated to remove your clothing one by one pressing light kisses over the new exposed skin. An act you were not use to but was most certainly not unwelcome. Once fully bare for her you started to squirm under her lustful gaze. The power dynamic of you being exposed while your lover looked full composed still in her clothing, riled you up even more. God you needed her.

An inpatient whine filled the room causing Larissa to smirk. "Aw my poor baby, do you need something darling?" She taunted very carefully here not knowing if you'd respond well. To her relief you rolled your eyes and whined at her, "you know I need you please." God you were sexy when you begged her. Making a mental note to try and achieve more begging later Larissa decided to tell you what she planned to do to you and see what you'd like. Her plan was vague but sounded absolutely delightful so you made no adjustments. Kisses were being trailed over your stomach as her hands palmed your breasts. Everything felt so good. And then her mouth found your aching core. A delicious cry of pure pleasure tore through you when you felt her tongue at your soaked cunt. Her movements slow, maddeningly slow as she explored and savoured every moment. Your moans were now falling freely as you brought your hands to her hair. You needed more. This sensation like no other, your lover certainly knew what she was doing. Your first dance with pleasure was brought on by her sucking and licking at your bundle of nerves. Never really feeling anything like this meant your control of the climax was none existent as you fell from the edge. Moans tearing through you as your thighs tightened around her head instinctively trying to hold her there. Only when you came down panting did Larissa move, your mixture of arousal and cum coating her face.  "Want to taste darling?" She purred causing more arousal to rush straight to your core.

You brought her lips to yours moaning at the unfamiliar taste of yourself mixed with her. The kiss became needy and your hands began tugging at her clothing. "Off" you half growled and half moaned against her lips. She chuckled at the needy mess you now were and complied with the request. "So beautiful" you murmured, unable to tear your gaze from her. "Darling are we still okay?" The consistency of her checking in was so adorable and p you and you loved it. You felt so safe and well she'd given you your first orgasm and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more. "Yes god please I want more"

Only then did she settle between your thighs once more. This time her fingers trailed ever so lightly on your thighs, creating idle patterns. Never quite reaching where you wanted her. Your hips bucked up on their own accord startling you slightly. "Aw is my good girl needy?" She husked at you sensing the confusion you felt at the action. "Mmm please" begging her seemed to get you what you wanted. And all sense of embarrassment fled your mind. It was just you and your lover.

Gently, you felt her long slender finger pushing into your heat. A groan forced its way from your lips. Not registering the volume or really caring. You were absolutely dripping for her. And she added another knowing you could manage if she was carful. Once your body adjusted to the intrusion the pleasure became overwhelming. The need to move almost painful. Sensing your impatience Larissa started to slowly thrust her fingers in and out curling them slightly. God did she have a map of where to touch you? Your second orgasm of the night fast approaching under her skilled hands.  Your moans tangled with her statements of praise and the sounds your slickness filled the room. You desperately began to chase the high. Recognising the feeling from before and wanting it even more. It was the feeling of her talented tongue on your clit that threw you violently over the edge. Your vision blurring as you swore you saw stars. After bringing you back down to earth she crawled up your body once more. You looked absolutely delightful, laid spread, and well and truly fucked and stated.

"You-you never had anything?" You tried to get out and steady your breathing. "I want to please you. Please" you whimpered. "Well darling, what do you think of trying the strap?" She tried cautiously only to be met by a grin on your face as a sparkle in your eyes at the suggestion. "Please" was all she needed to jump into action. Despite this being the first time you'd been touched by your girlfriend, your girlfriend spent many nights with her own hand or her vibrator bringing herself to pleasure with this thought. Taking you with her strap, hearing your delicious moans tumble from you uncontrollably as you took her like a good girl. The thought enough to make her drool.

Soon enough a red strap sat between her strong thighs, your gaze refusing to leave that sight. Commuting it to memory. "Are you sure my darling?" You were transfixed at the sight and she was misinterpreting that for fear. After all she knew this was a new experience for you. "Please Rissa I want to" you reassured her and moved your legs to be more open in a obvious request.

The sensation nothing like anything you could remember. The burning pain at the intrusion nothing like that of her fingers just previous. Tears sprang to your eyes and then you felt her hand clutching yours, her head dropping to your neck peppering kisses there. "You're doing so good darling. I know it hurts, such a good girl for me hmm?" Slowly the pain subsided and an unmatched level of pleasure began to course through you. The sensation eliciting a pleasure filled groan. "Fuck please mommy-" wait? What? Mommy? Did you just call her mommy?

"Oh my darling girl, you want mommy to help you?" She then pulled out gently only to thrust back in setting a steady pace. "Oh fuck god mommy please" starting to become extremely sensitive all you could do is whine and mewl at her thrusts. Both approaching the fall together. And that's how you fell. Together. Screaming out your lovers name as she fell beside you. Only pulling out from your heat once she was sure you had ridden out your pleasure. A slither of pain hit you at the action causing a little pained whimper. "Oh darling I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water? Snacks ? Bath? Cuddles?" Her list seemed to flow endlessly."

"I um what?" You muttered dumbly, your limbs heavy exhaustion quickly creeping over you. "Aftercare darling. Have you never?" She trailed off the question obvious. In which the answer was no. "Cuddles please" you whimpered, your emotions were heightened which caused tears to finally fall. "Oh baby, come here." She gathered you up in her arms and laid back with you snuggled up to her chest. "Mommy has you baby" she murmured into your hair which caused a slight giggle. "You didn't mind that? I didn't even know it escaped." You explained and she chuckled at your reaction. " darling you can call me whatever you wish and it was very hot" she clarified and you mentally settled on mommy, after all it was the first thought that came to you as she was taking care of you. Before sleep claimed you you managed to whisper out "nobody could love me like you do."

Larissa laid there with you snuggled up to her, basking in the after glow of the night. It was an absolute perfect night and she couldn't wait for many more nights with you. After all you were proving to be quite the interesting pretty thing to play with. She wondered how far she could eventually push you. The thought causing her to smirk as sleep claimed her.

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*A/n~ I was listening to a song called zero which Inspired y/n's last line the lyrics are

"Do you know there ain't nobody, ain't nobody that make it hot like me."

[little-doll-of-glass]

Can you explain the differences between age regression and DDlg? You're really in-depth with your self-help posts, so I was hoping you'd be willing to do something similar for this. Thank you 🥰

CW/TW: There will be mentions of k!nk due to the topic of this post

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Age Regression VS CGl

The simple answer to this question is that DDlg and everything similar to it is meant for adults (+18), while age regression can be utilized by everyone. However, this doesn't cover all the terminology and abbreviations that are lying around, so let's break it down.

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So many abbreviations! What do they mean?

✨️ Age Regression: when a person's thoughts, emotions, and behaviors revert to an earlier stage of development.

✨️ Caregiver/little (CGL): a lifestyle in which one of the people in a relationship, the caregiver, takes care of the other person in the relationship, the little, in an almost parental way. This lifestyle can be sexual or non sexual and usually involves child like things. The little may sometimes call the caregiver Daddy/Mommy/Dada/Mama. Cg/L is sometimes associated with age-play. This lifestyle is often also referred to as ddlg or ddlb or mdlg or mdlb. (pulled from urbandictionary)

✨️ Age Play: a k!nk where participants act out a different age than their actual age.

✨️ Daddy Dom/little girl (DDlg) & Daddy Dom/little boy (DDlb): a subset of BDSM that is similar to CGl. The Dom, usually referred to as daddy, takes on a nurturing and/or praternal role within the dynamic.

✨️ Mommy Domme/little boy (MDlb) & Mommy Domme/little girl (MDlg): another subset of BDSM that is similar to CGl. The Domme, usually referred to as mommy, takes on a nurturing and/or praternal role within the dynamic.

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Okay, cool! What's the difference?

✨️ Age regression is very specifically nonk!nk and anyone of any age can participate. It is often a coping mechanism meant to help relieve stress and help connect to and/or heal your inner child.

Age regression can be used in therapy to help someone recover from a traumatic experience or it can be something someone does to take a break from everyday life. It's a very diverse and personal headspace that anyone can use.

✨️ CGl is a bit of a grey area because it's used in both k!nk and nonk!nk. An age regressor can have a caregiver without ever participating in anything adult related and Cargiver/little can be used as a gender neutral term for DDlg, MDlb, etc. So in this case, it's best to pay attention to the context in which the term is being used.

✨️ DDlg, DDlb, MDlg, and MDlb are all subsets of BDSM because of this, only those that are 18 or older should participate in these dynamics. Though, these dynamics can be completely platonic and nonsexual, they are still rooted within k!nk and are unsuited for children. It can also be very triggering to those who use age regression as a way to cope with trauma. This is why knowing the differences are so very important.

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Easiest thing to remember:

Adults who age regress can participate in things like DDlg, however, age regression in of itself is not a k!nk. Age regression is meant to be a safe space for anyone of any age and is completely separate from BDSM and any subsets of it.

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I hope this helps!

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[stalkist]

some gross i.ncest plots i need because apparently they're my favourite brand lately. tw for dark / k*nk themes 🖤

all of my muses are available for this ! m/f preferred but i'm down to do f/f if you let me know. please shoot me a message with the plot(s) you're interested in. d*b / n*ncon welcome.

relatives who are madly in love but have to keep it secret so they sneak off to hang out in other towns, getting to play at being a real couple in front of strangers, referring to each other as ' girlfriend / boyfriend ' or ' husband / wife '. just the highs of them getting to be all over each other without consequences and then the angst of them having to return home and only be family again.

a female muse who is about to make a big change in her life ( going off to college / getting married / travelling abroad / etc ) and her male family member who can't bear to lose her so k*dnaps her before she has chance to leave him behind. alternatively, instead of k*dnapping her, he knocks her up instead.

a f.allout / f.ar c.ry 5 type plot where two family members are trapped in a bunker together and either: a) they both develop feelings and there's all this s.exual tension and no privacy and they start going crazy until they end up just giving in to their urges, or b) only one of them has fantasies about f*cking and so manipulates / forces the other into participating.

two siblings / twins who are from a sh*tty / ab.usive / n.eglectful home and become fiercely co-dependent and become their own family unit by providing and caring for each other in every way they need. bonus points if they have younger siblings who they end up playing the parental roles to.

a dad who is tired of waiting for his daughter to give him grandchildren so he takes matters into his own hands :)) alternatively, a dad who is tired of waiting for grandchildren so convinces his son / brother to knock up his daughter.

black sheep uncle just getting out of prison and becoming obsessed with his golden girl niece.

older brother / dad / uncle who needs to be his younger sister / daughter / niece's first everything because that's what a good man does.

relatives who have been fooling around and she becomes p.regnant, accidentally or not.

dad / grandad whose wife left or died and so he tells his daughter(s) / granddaughter(s) it's her duty to take over wifely responsibilities.

a dad / older brother making his daughters / sisters compete for his love, asking them to do more and more degrading things to gain his attention and earn his approval. alternatively, two brothers both wanting to bang their sister so they start competing to see who can slut her out first. maybe they both win in the end :))

s.omno things where somebody sneaks into their relative's room and feels them up / fools around with them while they're sleeping, and one night the other wakes up and discovers the disgusting things that they've been doing. i'm down for the girl or the guy being the a.ggressor. bonus points if they've been taking pictures / recording what they've been doing.

more of a specific, less inc*sty plot: maksim ( atj fc ) messing around with a girl ( could even be his relative ) and she falls for him but he's not as into her so ends up breaking her heart. his twin dmitri, however, is infatuated with her and so pretends to be his brother to lure her back so he can have his own way with her. alternatively, her randomly hooking up with both of them at different times but thinking they're the same guy and it's only when she runs into them both together that she realizes they've been sharing her.

[asterias-corner]

tw rant abt l//nk c-st (if you ship it, block me, sorry, but i don’t want you interacting with me blog or headmates.)

I know damn well I’m going to get hate for this from SOMEBODY.

what the fuck do you mean you ship botw link and twilight princess link 🤨 you mean you ship the same person together? Soul x soul? Li//nk sh//ipping is weird. And i don’t know if that opinion is formulated due to knowing they’re basically the same person, or the fact we have introjects of links. Or both! THEIR GETTING SHIPPED WITH THEIR PAST/FUTURE SELF. how is it normalized? No clue. Absolutely 0 clue- and it just makes me ick seeing li//nk sh//ipping on ao3, or on tumblr. And i know a lot of people are like- “it’s an au”

Remember the fnaf fandom? Remember the concerning ships that were normalized because it was called an ‘AU’? Doesn’t make it less weird than it already is. I feel slightly bad, because it shouldn’t affect me, but it does. Being a system with a lot of introjects with links who only see each other as brothers, is probably how this opinion formulated in the first place, but even before they all formed- l//nk sh//pping was this weird crazy concept i thought was a total joke, only to find it was real. People genuinely looked at the same person, just in different timelines, and thought they were cute to kiss and write s-x about. What? Do you know how weird that sounds? I feel slightly bad thinking this way, but my brain just thinks that, and it’s never going to change. l//nk sh//pping is weird. And in all honestly? Slightly disgusting. It’s like shipping you x future you together.

[toxic77340106]

Some headcanons I have for Jason Todd (Red Hood)

⚠ this does include nsfw and sensitive topics that could trigger someone so please if you're not into that or whatever, leave. and don't sue me. some of these are also from different storylines/comics 😟

• Jay has discolored skin from dying, especially around his eyes and his ribs.

• he names his guns and cleans them after every mission he has, he calls them his "babies"

• (TW) Jay has sh scars from the times he remembered something bad in a detailed view. (the time bruce beat the shit out of him, told him he was worthless and that he should've never believed in him, times he couldn't save innocent people as robin because he was too slow, etc.)

• nothing can distract him from the book he's reading. Somebody could be ripping his hair out and he still wouldn't let his eyes leave the page

• he does NOT have a b0ndage k!nk because it reminds him of the joker having him tied to a chair during what happened.

• he has a hard time breathing and carries an inhaler with him in his pocket/belt because of the damage that was done to his lungs before he died. the Lazarus Pit didn't heal his lungs all the way because there was too much done to them and it wasn't acknowledged as a hurt organ.

• he also smoked as robin because of all the stress both bruce and dick put on his shoulders

• he loves going fast and has been pulled over for speeding many, MANY times. he also loves going fast in other situations, such as sussy wussy times and in general because he's an impatient bitch

• ^ with that, he's a roadrager. he screams at people who go to slow for him, get too close to him, try to "race" him, all of that shit. if there's anyone with him, I feel very bad for them coz they must be embarrassed 💀

• Jay dyed his white streak different colors to support his fruity friend and to raise awareness for different things. he did it in the first place because he lost a bet to Tim at one point and the punishment was to dye it pink.

• he listens to AC/DC, Metallica, etc. to get himself pumped up or does it on solo missions when he has time. he loves metal (this is canon btw)

• he has scars on his hands/fingers from digging himself out of his grave and punching a lot of people/things without gloves on

• he has a scar up the side of his torso that leans into the middle of his stomach from stealing the Batmobile while bruce was away and getting ejected in the middle of Gotham without fucking protection

• he has a gun k!nk. I dunno, he just does.

• before he died he had a secret PH account on the batcomputer (I'm sure you know where this is going), after he came back he found it years later and still uses it. he has one video uploaded and he's 99% bruce and his siblings found it.

• he still bakes cookies with Alfred whenever he gets the chance. he loves his home-baked chocolate chip cookies that come straight from the oven and will delete anyone from existence to have them

• he kissed roy at least a few times, mostly when he was drunk though. second time it happened, roy was sober and jason almost gave him a heart attack with an unplanned makeout session at the bar. roy hasn't said shit about it and never will.

• he has pictures from when he tried dick's discowing suit on when he was younger, he keeps it framed and hung up on the wall despite the embarrassment.

• he's built like a brick but his scars are really sensitive to the touch, sometimes he has issues putting clothes on due to his whole back tingling at once.

[tinyidle]

MTL of Stray Kids Having a P⚠️ss Kink as Doms

this was a request, and is also my very first public work of stray kids! hopefully, i do the boys justice.

tags: @leesunnielix , @jeongsoo-jin , @bubblelixie , @actualllyalex , @luv4bin , @snachoo , @binnie-huaisang , @alejandroalex44

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WARNING: pure filth smut, title gives the description, bladder control, tw: fluid k*nk, consensual force (rough s*x, as in reader gives permission to let skz use them harshly), ov*rst*m*lation, light bdsm (always remember boundaries folks!), toys, dry h*mp*ng, dom!straykids (felix and jisung has more of a switch/dub nature to it), sub!reader, gn!reader, light cursing, all fiction

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Minho (Lee Know)

Christopher (Bang Chan)

Changbin

Hyunjin

Seungmin

Jeongin (I.N)

Felix

Jisung (HAN)

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to me, it's obvious that lee know is a sadist in a way. he likes seeing you willingly cry due to his actions towards you, or just by the effect he has on you. and pissing is no different. usually, he's not one formess, but when it comes to you, he'd make sure you pee in a puddle all over the kitchen floor while having you whine about how full bladder felt. of course, at the end, he kisses your cheeks, rubs your sides, and praises you for doing such a good job for him.

chan is such a giver that it hurts. you asked him one time to try out this more taboo kink and, while he's not one for fluids (unless it was his cum on you), he'd do it for you. besides, you've tried all his kinks. he has to treat his baby. so there you guys were, your bladder full and his small, muscular hand rubbing your core to full release on the bed. thank goodness he got easy-to-clean sheets beforehand.

with changbin, i see him as the one to do by accident. he was feverishly toying with your clit with the hitachi wand when all of a sudden you squirted. he wanted you to do it again, and you did. unfortunately, he overstimulated you to the point when he did it a third time, you warned him you were going to leak. he didn't get it until a warm stream left you and unto the bedsheets. fortunately for you, however, he liked it a lot.

hyunjin would pee and you'd watch. when it came to you he didn't seem to enjoy it (although he likes to see you squirt.. yeah idk the logic either). you were caught seceretly watching him stroke himself until he overstimualted into messing a small mess on his lap. he cursed himself for doing so, but then he heard a moan. knowing it was you, he called out for you, smirked when he saw you flinch and get flustered, blushing hard, and would degrade you for watching him accidentally piss while plaeasing himself.

it wasn't the kink he particularly enjoyed, but seungmin did like seeing you feel good. and he thinks you look best when he satisfies your kinks. he would be there to see you rub yourself while telling you when to piss. usually after you played with yourself you'd want to pee, as one does. but he would like to make your drink 2-3 bottles of water and then make you please yourself while he watched. he liked the slight power dynamic more than anything when it came to regulating when you should piss or not. and when you did, you came afterwards, usually hard.

you and i.n were actually very needy that morning. you guys just wanted closeness. you two were grinding against each other, your crotches getting relieved of the friction the stress of waking up in the morning can bring. you wanted to go to the bathroom, but you were to caught up in the clothed pleasure. you then suddenly gasped and your boyfriend stopped, lookingg down to see what had happened. you wet yourself. he smiled, knowing you mistakenly gone dumb from the temporary friction you gave each other. he helped you change and then laid in the bed with you to cuddle for the rest of the morning.

is it that felix would allow you to use him until he pisses himself or he'd use you until you piss? i think both to be honest. he's so soft in nature and would allow you to use him as you pleased, even if he'd prefer another way. you've made him cum so many times, that when you asked him to let go for the 5th time, he let go a different substance. he got very shy, but when you reassured him with kisses and praise, he felt better by his accident. for you, however, he'd only overstimulate you to shaking, not actually releasing anything

han is not a hard no to pissing, but it's that he can't. even when you try to control his bladder or when he does to you, or even by accident-purpose, he couldn't seem to do it. when it comes to cumming hard, though, he can definitely do that as well as do that to you.

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this took me some time because ive been getting requests and other stuff back-to-back, so hopefully it was worth the wait! especially to leesunnielix who requested this!

if you have any asks or suggestions, let me know! i can write for other groups if wanted.

[mrs-gucci]

We all know Clyde has a breeding k!nk and loves t!ddies , but all I can think about is after you give birth and you have your newborn and him being obsessed with helping you when they’re engorged and painful

HC's: dad!Clyde & Your Post-Birth Breasts

author's notes: hello, hello! Clyde is indeed a titty mans, I'll believe it 'till the day I die; it's canon. but I do agree, he does looooove helping you out in any & all ways when they're all swollen and tender and so full of milk--

warnings: fluff. some smutty stuff. breast pumping. breastfeeding. leaking milk. tit-sucking. brief mentions/implied male masturbation. clyde has daughters, fight me.

(possible) tw's: implied past pregnancy (you & Clyde have a newborn at the time of this HC). some lactation kink.

Clyde has a natural talent for fatherhood, just as you knew he would. He’s incredibly patient, calm, and always so, so helpful. He definitely keeps you grounded when you need it most.

But, as of late, he’s shown an extra special interest in helping you with your breast pumping.

Of course you appreciate the help (you appreciate all of his help), since your breasts were almost always sore and so f-ing full. His motives, however, you’re sure aren’t 100% innocent, not that you minded, though; you always loved when your sweet, beloved husband had some dirty secrets.

It got to the point that he’s begun anticipating your needs; having the pump handy and bringing it over just as you’re about to ask him for it. It’s uncanny how often this started happening.

He also helps with breastfeeding, bringing the babe over when she’s crying, giving you the spit-up cloth, putting a sheet over you for privacy (even if you’re in the house and you don’t really need it, although this slowly stopped happening).

Clyde seems fascinated and not at all jealous of your daughter whenever you breastfeed, asking (very, very bashfully) if he can watch in order to learn more about it, which again, you’re pretty sure isn’t his only motivation.

One day, you finally ask him, “Honey, how do you always know what I need?”

Your tone was joking, but you were only partially joking; you really were genuinely curious.

The way his cheeks turned red, you’ve never seen him turn that red before. It was freakin’ adorable.

“Well, I uh...” (he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly) “I started noticin’ that yer, um, yer nipples harden real obvious-like, in y-yer bra, whenever ya start g-gettin’ full ‘n sore.”

You were equal parts surprised at his eagle-eye observational ability (probably a result of his time at the military, most likely) as you were flattered that he would take the time to try and figure it out in order to better help you. 

Even though this was cleared up, you were still pretty sure that he liked seeing your breasts full for other, more sexual reasons.

Oh gosh, he was sooooo bashful when he asked to help you pump the first time, and you’re pretty sure you could see the faint outline of an erection in his Levi’s when he approached you. It wasn’t very hard to spot a Clyde erection, considering his massive size, so you were almost certain.

You let him, of course, and his whole face kinda lit up when you said yes. He did everything you told him with great care, handling you very gently as you guided him through it.

Everything, all of your suspicions, were confirmed about a month after you brought your newborn daughter home. His eyes were wide as he looked down at your chest with a clenched jaw, clearly trying to keep himself together.

Sure enough, when you look down, there are two large wet patches on your shirt over where your nipples rested in your maternity bra. You’re mortified, but when you look to Clyde to get you a rag, he stays in place.

When his eyes meet yours, you shudder at the darkened nature of them. Oh, you knew all too well what that look meant...he was aroused. Very much so, by the looks of it.

“Lemme s-suck on ‘em, darlin’, please. Lemme help ya f-feel better.”

You agree with little-to-no hesitation, pulling your shirt off and making your way over to the couch while he followed you, undoing his belt and jeans.

He pulls your tender breasts out of the bra and immediately starts lapping at the sweet nectar that’s leaking from your nipples while he tugs his painfully hard length.

“Mmm, s-so sweet, tastes so fuckin’ g-good.”

“Love suckin’ on these b-big milky t-tits, darlin’.”

It’s not long before he’s shooting his big, thick creamy load all over his hand and your leggings with a loud, throaty groan.

In conclusion, Clyde’s a die-hard titty man and also a really amazing father <3 <3

[kaypeace21]

Hopper & lonnie (anon)

Tw: ab*se /dr*gs

So I’ve been reading your theories about Hopper being an interject alter who is going to figure it out after his “death” after season three. I really love it, I think it fits so well. But I was wondering something. 

Why does Will view Hopper, in particular, as someone who could protect him? 

If it was just about being an authority figure, he could have chosen any other cop. And I’m not sure it was about Hopper as a person either, because until the events, it’s implied he and Joyce aren’t close anymore. They had something in high school but Hopper moved away years ago and is kind of an outside observer in her life now, up until Will vanishes. 

So why Hopper? Why would Will attach so strongly to him? 

Then I noticed the time frame. I’m not a hundred per cent sure, but I think Hopper returns to Hawkins the year before, or maybe the same year, Lonnie leaves. Which makes a lot of sense.

Back in episode two, Hopper tells the woman he’s with how sleepy Hawkins is. There hasn’t been a murder since 1923 or a su*cide since 1969. And people keep making a big deal of how he’s “a big city cop” and “things like that don’t happen in Hawkins”. It’s implied that Hopper is used to seeing darker crimes, and would recognize them if they were happening on his patch. And then shortly after he arrives in town Lonnie - a bully who relished controlling his family and loved to freeload off Joyce’s hard work - packs up and leaves for a more anonymous life in the city. It’s deeply suspicious. Why would he do that? What was he afraid of? 

I think he was afraid Hopper would discover the depths of his abuse of Will. 

I don’t think Hopper actually did find any evidence of that before he left, or ran him out of town or anything. Hopper seems to view Lonnie as a deadbeat, but he still wants to call him, even after Joyce tells him about the verbal abuse Lonnie used to give Will, and we see Hopper look discomfited. But he still pushes the Lonnie thing and wants to get him involved in Will’s disappearance, like he would any other dad, so I don’t think he has any idea of the truth.

What I think might have happened was that Hopper caught Lonnie in some minor crime, and pulled him to rights on it in front of Will. It could have been anything. Maybe Lonnie was drunk and mouthing off and Hopper physically restrained him. Maybe the family were going hungry to pay his debts and Hopper intervened. We don’t know. But I think there was something, and Hopper was very much the “bigger guy” in the situation. The alpha male. And for Will, it was the first time he’d seen his dad defeated like that.

And then shortly afterwards, Lonnie left. And in Will’s little kid mind, the two things HAD to be connected. Hopper scared Lonnie away! I wouldn’t be surprised if Hopper spooked Lonnie. Maybe he got in his face and said something like “I know guys like you” or “What else are you up to, out here in the woods? What else are you hiding, huh?” And Hopper is thinking meth cooking or something, but Lonnie’s mind goes to darker places and wonders how much he might really know. 

When Will first sees the Demogorgon it’s as a faceless man in the woods. And he runs home and tries to call the police. Maybe he thinks it’s Lonnie or his friends and is hoping Hopper will save him again.

I just think something must have happened to make Will have such trust in Hopper as a protector, even if Hopper himself is unaware of it. I hope we get to see the flashback, and young Will forming that idea. Maybe as Hopper is wandering around the death scape figuring out what he really is, this memory will come to him as a flashback and he’ll be confused. Maybe he / the audience will misinterpret it as being about “protecting Joyce” . But we’ll see Will right there and join the dots. 

Side note: I wonder if Lonnie really was cooking meth? PCP / biker meth was big among poor communities in the Eighties, and it’s a scary drug. It causes hallucinations and increases aggression. It might have made Lonnie into more of a monster when he was on it, and if he gave it to Will to get some sick kick out of seeing a kid on drugs, the hallucinogen might have been what unlocked Will’s powers. The blurring of reality and nightmares. I have no real evidence for this except the historical context, but it would explain a lot. 

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Response (kaypeace21):

Tw: dr*gs/ ab*se

This actually makes a lot of sense on why Lonnie may have left and hates Hopper . He would be getting in the way of his “dr*g business” and other sick activities. Lonnie’s gf even has a biker shirt from Harley davidson- with the eagle logo and their saying “live to ride’. Which would imply lonnie is also in such biker circles. Harley davidson in the 80s had dr*g gangs too.

* the whole convo of Cynthia replacing 50 something Lonnie for a “younger model”. Is foreshadowing of Lonnie doing that to her. He replaced Joyce with a gal in her 20s. And will prob pick another young girl to use in s4/5. Like the movies hint his next gf is about Jonathan’s age-ick. They also called it “bathtub cr*nk” which is sketchy given the bathtub is what Will/mf fears and how the sensory deprivation tank is later called a tub by el . Becky even said he would get terry high and throw her in the tank/tub.

And s4 movies have quite a few biker gangs . Also would make the fact in s2 Will was forcibly injected with a needle more sinister. We see on the TV in s2 punkie brooster says they had a nightmare of having a needle forced into their arm - similar to Will

 And in s2 Billy (aka William) was injected in the neck and threatened with a bat. And in s3 robin and Steve were injected in the neck and got high. I thought hopper being in a upsidedown reflection of a spoon was more of a matrix DID ref. But there could be more to it. Like you mentioned such things were cooked in spoons. It would also explain Lonnie’s “debts”.

And yeah in the st books brenner gave the subjects drugs which activated/strengthened their powers yikes . Yikes . Yikes

update- WAIT!

“One reason m*th is so prevalent in rural areas is that it can be formulated, or “cooked,” by small producers and one of the ingredients is readily found on most farms – anhydrous ammonia fertilizer. Both farmers and chemical suppliers have experienced thefts of anhydrous particularly in the Midwest.“

WHICH REMINDS ME OF the FLAYED EATING FERTILIZER AND CHEMICALS IN S3 OMG. Nancy even says farmers/chem suppliers  are having fertilizer stolen omg! And she later thinks flayed tom was on drugs- “Nancy drew and the case of the missing fertilizer”. 

EVEN Nancy’s proof Tom is on dr*gs is a symptom of m*th use or withdrawl from it-excessive sweating (like all the flayed in s2-3). M*th causes hyperthermia (body is at a higher temp than usual)-so they like it cold!!!!! ahhhhh. Even clammy hands that she mentioned is a symptom of m*th use. in children it can even cause seizures- like Will :(

It also does take some chemisty knowledge to COVERT various substances (including fertilizer and other chemicals) to make m*th- which reminds me of the kids saying they can convert one substance into another (when referencing why the possessed are eating chemicals). I CRACKED THE CODE!!!!!!!!!!

when m*th is made via soil it first is made into a highly corrosive liquid which is sometimes green-like the Russian lab.

“six pounds of toxic waste is created for every pound of m*th manufactured. The waste is often dumped on farms, in rivers and and is harmful to the environment.” Like all the chemical leaks relating to Hawkins lab/mf that affected crops in s2/this pic of water in s3.

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

I love understanding how differently people grasp at different ships through what song they thinks encapsulates them. Say for me I have;

Sabezra—Say Love by James TW

Kanera&—Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Kalluzeb—True Love by P!nk and Lily Allen

Like it depends for different people? Some people pick the deeper meaning and symbolism, some the lyrics, some just the vibe. Does anyone else do this and if so what songs?

[adollchild]

⚠Tw:@BD1⚠ umm I have a question what if a caregiver discovered agere through idk @BD1 but they don't think agere is icky and does not make s3xualize agere and wants to join the community what does that make them..? also sorry for this ask I was just curious.

Hi anon

Discovering the agere community through the k!nk community doesn’t make you less valid, no matter if you’re a regressor or a caregiver. In fact, I know many people who discovered the agere community this way.

As long as they understand the differences, have good intentions, and have knowledge on agere or are willing to learn about it, then I don’t see a problem with it.

[p3rf3ct10nn1nj4]

AU where clowns get replaced with Emos? Not like, all of a sudden but like... instead of purple clowns maybe we could have some blue or burgundy emos?

Deep Blue Scars.

TW {SH mentions, stereotypes, possibly offensive words, r3lig10n, etc.}

(edit: this trigger warning may not 100% apply to this chapter)

Written in a viewpoint of an emo Equius. While some of the quirk will be familiar, there will be changes. Probably part one.

D--> /t was another b\and day. A\tern/a /s rotting, /t's noth/ng new. Today was going to be \/ke any other day, however, today y00 go to the temp\e. The Temp\e /s very /mportant to y00, as well as your b100 s/sters and brethren. Y00 w001d never dream of m/ss/ng /t, /f y00 dreamt, that /s.

D--> Gett/ng out of your recuperac00n /s always the most d/ff/cu\t part of every day, y00 never want to do /t. Somet/mes y00 don't. /t's not because of how /t lays or anyth/ng, y00 just d/dn't have the energy. /t's amaz/ng anyone ever does. However, today, y00 cannot just stay /n your recuperac00n. Unfortunate\y, y00 must ex/t and face the dy/ng expanse called A\tern/a.

D--> Makeup and outf/t are very /mportant, but y00 already know that. Your 100ks both don't matter and do. Y00 tell yourself that /f that ever confuses y00 that y00 shou\d 100k outs/de and recogn/ze how much of an utter madness everyth/ng else /s. The Temp\e /s the best place to be, who needs the sorrowfu\ mess of \/fe outs/de of /t? Y00 take a moment to p/ty the p00r tro\\s who refuse or can't jo/n. That moment /s spo/\ed however when y00 remember y00 st/\\ have yet to ch00se your 100ks for todays meeting.

D--> /t doesn't take \ong to dec/de, y00 typ/ca\\y wear the same stuff every t/me anyways. Th/gh-h/gh shoes, G/r s\eeveless top that a human gave you, a b100 choker, your p/erc/ngs, and r/pped jeans. Now for the makeup, which /s a\so easy to dec/de s/nce y00 haven't changed your makeup sty\e s/nce "the /nc/dent". Just th/nk/ng about /t has your cold body /n sh/vers.

D--> Y00 try to forget about /t, focus/ng back onto app\y/ng shad/ng under your eyes, of course /n a deep b100 to match your b100d. Eye\/ner /s next. Wh/ch takes less t/me then a b\ade cross the arm, y00 w001d know, you've..."tested" such metaphors yourself. Th/nk/ng such th/ngs tempts y00 to 100k over your own arms, y00 know fu\\ we\\ what y00'\\ f/nd, y00 a\so know that they sh001d hea\.. eventua\\y. They are awfu\ recent though....

D--> Maybe y00 sh001d wear someth/ng w/th \onger s\eeves..

D--> An a\arm goes off, dragg/ng y00 from your thoughts and back to the m/serab\e p\anet you momentar/\y ca\\ home. Y00 are go/ng to end up \ate, /t's better to just grab a jacket. Y00 can't wear them t00 far /nto the Temp\e however, /t's just not a\\owed, never has been. Bes/des, un\/ke the rest of the pub\/c, the Temp\e members don't judge. S/nce the f/rst cut they've been empathet/c towards your sorrow, as well as your mo/ra/\s sorrow. Y00 must make haste, otherwise y00'\\ both be \ate. Y00 d/d say y00 were go/ng to p/ck them up th/s t/me.

[ellenoir]

@doomedog and @alkalinefrog thank you both so much for asking about my baby! Of all of the Death Note characters, Near holds a very special piece of my heart. I think it's my left ventricle.

On to the soft headcanons! Requests for this are still open, so feel free to send them in!

On a side note, my Near doesn't feel much connection to gender or pronouns, they shift constantly based on immediate state of mind. Which means I will write their pronouns 'inconsistently' based on how the relevant hc makes them and me feel.

•  what they smell like 

The most prominent scent is the very specific, sensitive skin products they use. Milk and oatmeal based body wash, shampoo and conditioner. They also smell like unsweetened coffee from drinking so much, with an undertone of something sweetly musky that is very uniquely her, almost like old books and hot water with honey.

•  what their favorite smells in the world are 

They have a love/hate relationship with petrol stations, so we'll get that one out of the way first, the rest are all loved. Bedsheets on the third or fourth day on the bed, when they go from being extremely washer fresh to comfortably familiar. Raw tobacco (Watari would smoke his pipe outside the building, but Near liked the smell anyway.) Salty sea air. Peppermint or aniseed sweets. A loved ones' just removed jacket.

•  what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in 

Near actually tends to take the bottoms off to sleep. The fabric twisting up around their legs is uncomfortable, and if it happens during sleep it can affect their dreams. They sleep in an oversized pajama top and briefs/panties, whichever one they're feeling more at the time.

•  my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them 

I will ship Near with just about anyone. Mostly because I just kinda like DN turning into a big old poly puddle (thanks @resilicns for turning me onto this path lmao). Let's go SuteNia because I've been feeling their chemistry a LOT lately.

Don't get me wrong, Near likes to be held in bed as much as the next tiny. Stephen's arms help her quiet the overactive ramblings inside her skull. But I'll let you in on a little secret. They both love it best when Near is the one holding Stephen, her chin in his hair and his nose buried somewhere around his collarbone. They show each other their vulnerabilities more than anything then. Stephen shows that he's not always composed and strong, and Near shows just how much she needs him in her life. In their bed, that's their most precious moment.

•  my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them 

Okay so I love the idea of Near having quite a bit more respect for Misa than anyone else. Why? YOTSUBA👏ARC👏POWERHOUSE👏 (he also respects Matsuda even if he would advise him not to run into the building like that). Looking back on how Misa was caught, it was by sheer chance. A single strand of dyed blonde hair falling on the VHS tapes and being sealed inside the envelopes? That was an absolutely miniscule oversight that honestly impressed him greatly.

As for a cute hc? Misa and Near bond over the movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson. Near is absolutely enamored with the incredible puppets and costumes in the movie. Misa straight up loves David Bowie. Misa will sing along with Dance Magic Dance, loud and clear, and dance all around the room as it plays until Near can't help but start to sing and sway along. Misa holds out her hands, knowing not to touch without permission - and Near actually reaches out and takes them, lets her pull him up and start to dance!

•  a song that reminds me of them

Hrrmmmm... Hollow and Sorry About Your Parents by Icon for Hire, weirdly enough Sober by P!nk, and Teeth on a String by Stick and Poke. Yeah, all of these songs are sad, and TW for undertones of an abusive relationship on the last one. If I had to pick a nice song for Near... Oh, I know! The Show by Lenka!

•  what animal i think they would be if they were an animal 

Cat. Easy pick. Near likes to do things on their own terms and their own schedule and does not care much for how other people want them to behave at each moment. However, they love deeply and fiercely and will tolerate a surprising amount of annoying behaviour from someone who is in their pack (my beagle can almost jump on one of my cats and he adores her, despite him being skittish and not hesitating to swat when he's sick of paws almost squashing him). Enjoy to simply sit in the presence of a loved one and do their own thing compared to constant need for direct conversation and interaction. Will hiss, growl and swat when displeased and does not suffer fools gladly.

•  what position they sleep in

Loosely curled on her right side, grabbing the pillow and pulling it down towards her front, under a heavy weighted blanket. Near has her hands gently curled in front of her, somewhere between her breastbone and nose. Her legs fold up beneath her, her right leg a little bit tighter to keep her balance as the left leg falls on top. At one point, she looks at body pillows and finds the full wrap around designs. Its love at first sight. She gets one delivered and almost immediately drops off the first time she pairs it with her beloved heavy blanket

•  their favorite drink

They subsist on large amounts of coffee (small amounts of milk to offset the bitterness), but its not quite their favourite. Near loves boba! Honeydew, almond, matcha and the classic are her top choices.

•  a gift i would give them if i could

What do you give someone with everything...? I would like... If they accept it? Companionship. The fact that Near keeps working with Halle, Rester and Gevanni even years later makes me think they would like some sort of reliable, consistent company. They do have a sort of loneliness that they have to endure, the kind that comes from being the strange one, the out of place one, the one who has trouble connecting to people.

I'm not sure if I could think of anything else. Maybe make them a drawing, or find them some interesting or intricate toys they might like.

[babyboy-ollie]

So... I'm not kinda new to the community of dxlg/ddlg/agere/agedre

So... like... I got into the "ddlg" community bc my therapist thought it would be a good idea to help me deal with my trauma. What he actually was introducing me to was agere/agedre. It wasn't a k!nk thing, just for trauma and sometimes I cant control it. (My brain. Kinda forces me into little space and I get super overwhelmed with adult stuff while I'm in little space)

Anyways I was introduced to "ddlg" (actually agedre/agere) when I was around 15ish so its been roughly 6 years

I do have a daddy but hes not really a "daddy dom" cause I dont like to be sexual in my little space (trauma related) but hes technically my dom when im big me

What does it mean?

Everything "ddlg" is NSFW and i get that and I try and respect blogs DNIs (alot of their acronyms I dont understand so its best to just not follow them)

My main blog is NSFW (mostly big me stuff) but I have a second blog thats SFW

Is there a way to follow SFW agere/agedre accounts with my SFW and not my NSFW?

I dont want to trigger or put minors in an unsafe environment

And some people tell me that you can't be AGERE/AGEDRE if you're in ddlg whatsoever so like my daddy just bc hes my daddy (whether dom or not) and I just don't understand I guess 😭😭😭😭🥺

I'm just here for an opinion or answers not to trigger or harm

I'm sorry if thats not okay 😞😖🥺

TW K!nk and s*x mentions

First off I want to say you don’t have to apologise for asking! We all have to learn somewhere and there’s no shame in not knowing!

For the sake of clarity I’m gonna define a few terms before continuing just to make sure we are all on the same page:

ddlg: An NSFW kink community for adults. Stands for Daddy Dom Little Girl and involves a BDSM power dynamic between a Dom and a Sub.

dxlg: A SFW non-sexual term. Stands for Daddy Little Girl and describes a relationship between a caregiver and a regressor. 

Agere: A SFW non-sexual community and coping mechanism. Stands for Age Regression, which is when a person reverts to an age younger than they actually are.

Agedre: A SFW non-sexual community. Stands for Age Dreaming which is an umbrella term for people with non-sexual child-like headspace or behaviour that doesn’t totally fit under regression.

Age(d)re: Another way to say “agere and/or agedre”.

With that out of the way, I wanna say that it is totally fine to be both ddlg and age(d)re permitted that you and your partner are adults and the two communities are separate! What it means is just what you have said, he is your dom when you are big and consenting and he is your caregiver when you are small. Your sex life and your regression are separate from one another and as such, his roles are separate from one another as well. 

As for the blogs, it’s good that you keep the NSFW and SFW separate! Just as the blogs are separate it is best to also keep who you follow separate. In other words, follow NSFW/non-agere or agedre blogs on your NSFW blog and use the SFW blog to follow agere or agedre blogs. It sounds like you are doing a great job at being careful to not trigger or harm anyone, but be sure you’re not accidentally cross tagging posts as it can be confusing to know which tags are safe and which aren’t! Here’s a link to a guide on cross tagging and how to avoid it

As for the DNIs, it is very common for a blog to say “DNI k!nk NSFW” or something similar. In general, this usually means that NSFW or kink blogs can not follow or interact with them. However, some people do not want a person following them if they are in kink at all, even if their blog is not related to kink. When in doubt it is best to ask the blog owner! 

DNIs often include a lot of acronyms which can be pretty confusing if you’ve never seen them before, so here are a few ones commonly found in DNIs!

MAP: Minor Attracted Person, another term for a p*dophile.

(NO)MAP: (Non-Offending) Minor Attracted Person, a p*dophile who has not acted on their urges.

P.E.A.R.: Pro-Expression Anti-Repression, another term for a p*dophile.

MIK: Minor in Kink, a person under 18 who participates in kink or BDSM.

NMIK: No Minor in Kink, this means a person does not want minors in kink interacting with their blog, commonly found in the bio of gear shops and regression shops alike

ALM: All Lives Matter, the opposition movement to Black Lives Matter.

If you find a DNI with an acronym you don’t recognise you can always ask the blog owner what it means! If you have any acronyms in mind that I didn’t answer feel free to send another ask or a message and I will do my best to help define it.

I hope I’ve answered your questions or helped to clear up some confusion! Anyone who says that you can not be a regressor if you are also ddlg is wrong. As long as you and your partner are consenting adults and you are not participating in kink while regressed then it is perfectly okay! Adult regressors are still adults and are allowed to have a sex life outside of their regression!