#OK beddy byes now

[randomingoftherandomness]

can we watch lizhou get divorced because that's their entire vibe throughout the show HAH 🫶 love your works

A/N: I'm physically tired but mentally still buzzing so you get a fic here nonnie

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The second he walked into the meeting with his soon to be ex husband and the shark he hired as his lawyer, Li Lun knew he was fucked.

For one, he had conveniently forgotten that Zhuo Yichen is a contrary bastard when he wants to be, then for the other, he didn't realise that he hasn't changed the code to their front door because that would be the only reason his soon to be ex was wearing that exact dove grey suit that complimented his complexion and was tailored to his measurements.

Li Lun would know. He took great pleasure peeling it off him on their honeymoon.

Someone clears their throat and he smoothly takes his seat on the other side of the table. The misstep hasn't gone unnoticed, nor when Zhuo Yichen's eyes are clearly following his every move. He tries not to let the focus rattle him. It doesn't work very well.

"Shall we begin?"

Yes, let's, Li Lun wants to say but bites back the bitterness he's sure will be seeped through every syllable. The faster he can get this over with, the better. Not that it matters that every part of him is screaming at him to stop what he is doing. Not when he feels a jolt of something electric at the sight of Xiao Zhuo's wedding ring glinting in the watery morning light.

"We will start with the property - -"

"Give it to him." Li Lun says, looking down at his hands. "In fact, whatever he wants, give it to him."

"Sir, I think you should reconsider..."

"I won't. I don't need to. Whatever he wants, sign it over by the end of the day."

A stunned silence grips the boardroom. Li Lun barely surpresses the wince that comes over him. Did they expect him to fight Xiao Zhuo tooth and nail for property? God, they're divorcing but if he asked Li Lun for the damn moon now, he'd still lasso it down for him, put a bow on it and give it over with a smile.

"What if I want you? What if I don't want anything else but you?"

Li Lun swallows tightly around the lump in his throat. Braving himself, he looks up at Xiao Zhuo, sighing a little when he says, "That was always yours."

Xiao Zhuo's eyes flash with pained surprise. As if he hasn't thought that this would ever be something Li Lun would openly admit in the middle of their divorce.

"Then why are you trying to run away from me?"

[lizardbrainlabs]

was away for my tablet for like 4 days straight and went bonkers yonkers the second i had it in my hands again

[whosectype]

some silly doodles I did late at various points in the night

[neixins]

rb for larger sample size, share ur thought process in the tags etc etc and so on and so forth!! <3

[bredforloyalty]

was literally on the brink of sleep and then remembered a sentence i had written

[teknikolor-walters]

I need someone to snuggle with now!!

[adhdbisexualramblings]

i wannaaaaaa write an agere fic with House (Greg) and Jimmy at bedtime (mostly cuz I’m all sleepy)

[littlestpetship]

HE MADE ANOTHER KISSY NOISE..... i need to make a compilation of these

[local-soda-can]

pjsekai is not for the weak dude <- stayed up late trying to get the sanrio emu card

[thecosmicapple]

yknow sitting here at 1:05 in the morning after talking my way down from some of the worst anxiety i’ve had in a while i’m beginning to think that post that was like don’t trust any life decisions you make after 11pm was onto something

[ittybittybumblebee]

every time i want to take a break from art i just cant yknow.

[splattacks]

my current ref sheet layout is a lot simpler than last year’s but hey. whatever

[sissybabycucksophia]

The Adult Baby Adoption Part 4

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story, and themes reflected in the story may be triggering, these themes are not my actual beliefs and are only part of a fantasy kink scenario. Also non of the images belong to me)

As the event ended and Daddy forced me out the church doors towards the car I watched as other ABDL’s were lead to their vehicles, though I looked around desperately looking to catch a glimpse of the poor girl in the same position as me. However to no avail, reaching the car door daddy removed my restraints only for me to then be hoisted up into the car and tightly secured in the seat restraints. “Please daddy is this really necessary….” I whimpered as he slammed the door shut.

“Of course they’re necessary! They’re there for your protection, a feeble little fragile girl like you~ now i understand that today has been exciting and overwhelming for you Jade! So I think you should have a nap on the drive home!” Daddy said to me much to my disgust and humiliation, before i could retort he had covered by eyes with a girly pink satin sleep mask and stuffed a large pacifier in my mouth. Sitting totally unable to make, in a beyond pathetic dress I could feel the ruffles up and down the front of the bodess sway with each turn and corner the car took. To afraid to spit out the paci I sat in silent contemplation of what had just happened to me. My chances of escaping to normality were disappearing faster than my diaper was filling with nervous peepees, but even knowing that I had now watched as my name was Legally changed and as I was condemned to a life of girly dress… to my self disgusted, my small penis was fighting against the even smaller chastity cage to get hard! Did I actually want this deep down? Was I gay? Or Trans? Or just a depraved freak turned on by humiliation and utter absolute domination?.

Eventually Daddy pulled up outside the huge building he… now we… lived in. Stopping the engine he climbed out and walked round, opening my door he begun to free me from the car restraints. Helping me out of the car he fixed the skirt of my dress while strangers walked by looking at the grown adult dressed in a child inspired communion dress. Glowing red with embarrassment daddy stood up handing the keys too the vallet and took my hand walking me inside. Despite my prayers to this god i didn’t believe in we were stopped by several of the staff to which daddy further humiliated and embarrassed me as he told them with pride how I was officially now Jade Ulysses Carmichael his daughter. Mortified and ashamed at how aroused it all made me i remained silent until we reached the elevator. Once in the elevator and moving I felt so tired I couldn’t stop myself from leaning by head against Daddy to which he said, “its ok Jade, dinner time then beddie byes for you little girl~” Daddy said gently stroking my wig. Shame washed over me knowing it couldn’t be much later than 5pm, I dreaded to think or even ask how early bedtime was going to be.

Reaching the penthouse Daddy unlocked the door and in we went. However instead of going straight to my pathetic pink bedroom he would reach into his satchel and pull out a certificate, telling me to hold it he insisted I smile for a picture, “there we go, day one in your scrap book!” Daddy said before then leading me to my bedroom and beginning to completely undress me. Once stood totally naked all except for my chastity cage, diapers and necklace, daddy would go to the drawers of my cabinet and pull out possibly the most pathetically juvenile looking night dress. Having seen this exact item on shelfs for actual children I looked on in horror as instead this looked to have been custom made to fit an adult, before I could think to protest Daddy had it over my head and begun guiding my arms into the sleeves of the thick fleecy nightdress. The gown had been altered to my exact high and was so long it skimped the floor at the bottom, around my wrists the elastic cinched tight and all down the front of my pathetically covered form were the images of disney princesses. Then taking me by the hand Daddy sat me at the makeup table where he proceeded to use two big pink scrunchies too split the wig on my head into 2 low pigtails on either side of my head. “Now Jade, give me your hands baby~” daddy said as from the drawers next to the makeup table he would produce a pink pair of satin mittens.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much Daddy!??” I whimpered simply to be met by daddy grabbing one wrist at a time and sliding my hands into the mittens each of which was then tied tightly in place by pink ribbon. Inside each mitten was a wealth of thick fleecy material making it almost impossible to grab anything with the mittens on, “Nonsense little girl! I don’t believe what that politician Nick said about all women is right…. But it weirdly applies well to you and me’s dynamic as Father too Rebellious Sissy Daughter. Remember Jade…. Your Body… MY Choice” Daddy said with an evil and manipulative grin as he then turned to the base of the bed picking up girly pink fluffy slipper boots which he crouched down, raising my nightdress and pushed onto my feet. “But daddy this nighty is humiliating and so are the mittens. Can I please just be a tomboy girl? I don’t wa…..” I was then rudely interrupted in my moans by a very large pacy being shoved in my mouth. “Baby girl~ you are most definitely not old enough or mature enough to know what you want~” Daddy replied leading me into the open plan living room dining area.

There sat the end of the table was a bright pink adult sized high chair, however on the arms of the chair appeared to be restraints. Despite my resistance I was hoisted up into the chair, a strap fastened around my waist to the back of the chair and pinned my wrists down too the arms. “Now you sit here little girl~ I’m going to grab your din dins” Daddy said pinching my cheek. Then leaving me helplessly sat there in my pathetically juvenile clothing and bound to the high chair, Daddy disappeared to the kitchen.

Returning 10 minutes later he would set down in front of me on the table of the highchair a plate of fish chips and mushy pees… 3 things i simply despised especially all at once. Removing the paci from my mouth I begun to protest, “stop this madness! You’ve read my file you know I hate these foods! Stop this insanity its not funny! This is hostage taking and torture you horrible man!!” I growled, ignoring me Daddy would place a princess covered bib around my neck. Then picking up a pink plastic princess adorned spoon he began to try to shovel it into my mouth. Keeping my lips tight shut I was disgusted as he then simply smooshed the contents of the spoon all over the lower half of my face!. The more I resisted the more he made me look like a messy child who kept missing their mouth. However as i finally decided to allow a spoonful of the disgusting mushy pees to violate my mouth, my heart would feel like it stopped as suddenly there was a loud knock at the front door. Nervously swallowing the disgusting mouthful I looked round at the front door from my highchair as Daddy got up and walked towards it. Who was it? It couldn’t possibly be that girl from the church that I’d told to ask for a playdate? Who was it.

“Ah Cynthia my sweet! Come in, I’m just finishing feeding time for little Jade then I’ll be good to commence with our usual affairs~” daddy said as he invited a beautiful 6ft french woman with long perfectly straight shiny black hair and thin rimmed big round black spectacles on into the house. She was stunning, plump perfectly shaped lips covered by matte blood red lipstick which matched her formfitting ankle length blood red rouched figure hugging dress, over that she wore a shiny black crop puffer jacket and wore black doc martin boots. Each finger nail tipped with long pointed blood red fake nails, the woman grabbed daddy’s face gently and planted a kiss on his lips before walking into the room and seductively walking toward my chair. Beneath my diapers i could feel my cage get tight as the sight of such a beautiful woman began to make me horny, well that and the embarrassment of being seen in my current state by such a beautiful woman. “Little Jade? Wait is that him? The one you told me about? I mean I knew you said he was slender and petite enough to be made into a girl but I was skeptical~” the woman said with a mix of seduction and shock as she pointed at me. Mortified I remained quiet as daddy walked over replying “She! She is just adorable no? I told you she has beautiful blue eyes did i not?” Daddy said as he used the bib to wipe away the food around my mouth.

Looking directly at me the woman spoke to me, “hello little Jade~ Im Cynthia Serdano, I’m your daddy’s frequent fuck buddy… then again judging by the look of you princess, you’ve never had one of those hmm? Consider me your Mommy then~” the woman teased as she pinched my cheek. The sheer degradation and humiliation made the tightness in my cage almost unbearable. “Thats enough now C, Jade is very close to her bedtime and its been a long busy day for her~” daddy replied as he loosened the wrist restraints and removed the table. Looking at her phone which she pulled from her jacket pocket the womans face appeared aroused, “bedtime? Its only 6:50pm? You mean your forcing this grown ass man you’ve caged, diapered and dressed as a girl to go to bed at 7pm? God the control and dominance your exerting over him is getting me…. Excited~” Cynthia cooed as she begun caressing his bicep.

“Then maybe you should come watch me put MY property to bed~” Daddy said as he scooped his arms under mine and lifted me out of the chair. Setting my feet on the floor he then took my hand dragging me to the bedroom. “Daddy please stop this is too embarrassing, please just let me stay up. Im a grown up!” I begged, however as i said that I felt Cynthia grope my thickly diapered ass. “That’s interesting Jade, I don’t know many grownups who need diapers… now be quiet its bed time!” Cynthia teased as daddy dragged me into the pink monstrosity of a bedroom.

Sitting me at the makeup table looking towards the bed, Daddy would remove the fluffy slipper boots and replace them with a pair of strange booties which had a strap along the sole of the foot. When tightening my feet were forced into a curled position pulling my toes towards my heels. “Daddy what are these for? I don’t think I can walk in these!” I pleaded as I watched him walk to the wardrobe full of all my future devices of embarrassment and begin searching for something as he retorted smugly “Thats the point Jade, those are Forced crawl booties. That way I know your not going anywhere fast while my back is turned!”

As I tried not to look at Cynthia who stood looking turned on and as though she could ravage Daddy at any minute, Daddy would pull out a monstrosity that made my heart sink, my penis strain in its cage and even made Cynthia giggle. Walking toward me daddy held on a hanger a Full body enveloping pink fleece sleepsack, closed mittened hands attached to the sleeves, a fleece bag with no opening along the bottom and a high cuff neck line with the zipper running down the front. I began to whimper “Please don’t daddy, please it’s embarrassing in front of Miss Cynthia. Please im not a baby I don’t need this please!!!”. At that daddy unzipped the sleepsack and handed it to Cynthia. “Nonsense Mommy Cynthia will think you look adorable in this” Daddy smiled to me as he then looked to Cynthia, “When I pick up my humiliated little sissy boy, your going to get his legs into the sleep sack and guide his arms into it. Make sure his pathetic little nightie sits right too will C!” Daddy said as he appeared to break character and refer to me as a sissy. Cynthia giggled as she followed his instructions, “as you say… Sir~ god your so hot right now you sissy humiliating, beta male controlling king!” Cynthia cooed as she moved closer.

Stunned I remained silent until hoisted into the air by daddy’s hands under my armpits I tried to wriggle and struggle as the sleepsack was humiliatingly wrapped around my body. As my already mittened hands were forced into mittened sleeves I quickly began to realise my hope of being able to grab the zipper too remove the monstrosity after they left was pretty slim. Once both arms were in the sleepsack I was sat back down on the stool. Crouching down before me Daddy would then grab the zip, dragging it up the sleepsack I could feel the degradation and humiliation climb with every inch the zip climbed until eventually it was fully zipped up. From a drawer beside me Daddy pulled a pink heart shaped timer lock which he slipped through 2 locking rings and the zipper, clicking it in place under my chin I unfortunately couldn’t see the time he put in the lock but given how this bedtime routine had been going I wasn’t expecting it to be quick. As I sat there with my masculinity disappearing quicker than my hopes of freedom I looked down at my now pink fleece sleepsack encased body and fell into an almost trance like state as I contemplated my patheticness. So entranced and overwhelmed as too my predicament I simply didn’t bat and eyelid as over my head was placed a pathetic looking pink bonnet which Cynthia took great pride in securing and giggled as she tied its long white ribbons into a bow under my chin.

However I quickly snapped back to reality as I saw and felt Daddy begin to attach and tightly secure a thick fluffy padded belt around my waist which had 2 smaller cuffs attached by short links at either side of my waist. “Hey! Wait a minute! Whats this for! Haven’t you debased and degraded me enough!??” I growled forgetting that no matter how masculine I might think I am I’m in no position to fight or argue. “C help me out here will you babe! Grab that arm and secure the cuff around this pathetic faggots wrist will you!” Daddy grunted as despite my resistance and lashing out the 2 overpowered me and before i knew it my arms were restrained by my sides unable to move my wrists more than 6 inches from my waist. Growling and shaking in anger while violently trying to get my arms free I roared “get this shit off of my to perverted freak!! Fuck your contract from the agency!! There isn’t a court in the land that would force me to keep enduring this bullshit!!”

At that Ulysses crouched down clamping one hand onto my crotch and grabbing my cheeks squeezing my face together he looked me dead in the eyes with an anger that equalled or even surpassed my own. “Look faggot! Listen to me…. See this caged cock down here under all those layers!? It’s irrelevant! Your never going to be a man again!! Look at you!! You never were!! A real man would be in a position to stand up and punch me out right now for grabbing their groin!! Can you do that JADE!! NO because not only are you not a man but your MY play thing! I paid to get an abdl, Im your legal decision making guardian and if you don’t want me to book the procedure to chop off your caged clitty and sissy stones for tomorrow then you’ll realise I can be a good daddy to you like i have been and not hurting you or I can treat you like a piece of shit!!” Daddy growled as my eyes filled with tears. Hearing him say how a real man would stand up right now and punch him out made me feel weak as despite trying I could barely make a fist under my 2 layers of mittens let alone swing a punch thanks to the restraints. Letting go of my face he stood up and looked down on me, “god your so hot right now Ulysses~” Cynthia cooed as she begun to hang off his arm and stroke his cheek.

“NO please you can’t take them from me please dont do that im sorry ok, just please don’t book that appointment” I howled as tears poured down my cheeks and snot began to run out of my nose. There I was, the perfect vision of a baby girl, crying and struggling under all the layers. All that made worse by Cynthia laughing hysterically at me, the more she laughed the more I whaled like a helpless baby. “C can you go pull back to covers while I get Jade here finished and ready for bed, thanks to her little tantrum shes 10 minutes late too bed!” Daddy said to Cynthia as she appeared to compose her, nod and go to the large 4 posted bed and fold back the frilly pink heavy covers. Approaching me again, Daddy would bend down and kiss my forehead before gently placing a pacifier in my mouth, then strapping if in place with a locked strap. “Ssshhh I know Jade, your outburst was because your tired~ daddy knows, lets get you to go beddy byes~” he said softly as he scooped me up in his arms in a princess carry. Feeling myself carried like a princess and knowing I was powerless too break free or stand up to Ulysses made my caged so tight the pain and desperation to orgasm were nigh unbearable.

Approaching the bed, daddy lay me down in the middle of the double bed which was a mass of pink frilly heavy satin. With an evil grin Cynthia looked me dead in the eyes as she flung the thick and heavy quilt over my already fleece sleepsack encased body, then walk over and pulled it right up to just beneath my chin. Looking at the bedside table Cynthia picked up the baby monitor, which only humiliated me to know that they’d hear my every move, and held it in front of my face. With daddy behind her he couldn’t see what she was doing with the monitor but as she spoke to me she pointed too a switch on the side of the monitor, “here you see princess~ daddy and I will hear every little peep, movement and impassion moan you make~” she teased as she flipped the switch from the position that said “one way coms” too “two way coms” before placing it on the pillow right next to my ear. “Awww isn’t that sweet of Cynthia to reassure you like that Jade.~ are you gonna say night night~” daddy hummed as he begun to walk out of the room.

Reluctantly from behind the paci gag I sniffled “Nin night” as Cynthia laughed and followed daddy out, switching out the lights I realised there were no windows in my room so despite there still being daylight outside at 7:10pm my room was in darkness accept for the plug in baby nightlight by the door, a door which seconds after daddys exit I heard quite clearly being locked. For a moment I simply lay completely still letting the tears dry into my cheeks in a state of shock, no wonder Cynthia found me funny to look at like this… any normal human would. Acutely aware of my almost inescapable predicament I lay there staring at the ceiling which Daddy had gone to the effort of plastering with self affirming diaper girl mantras like “I am Daddy’s girl” and “Daddy knows best” or “I Need Daddy’s Protection”. Reading each one made me sick to my stomach. However it wouldn’t be long before my attention was ripped from the ceiling mantras as loudly and with unbelievable clarity through the baby monitor came the audio from Daddy’s bedroom. Eyes widening in shock I realised Cynthia had more humiliation planned for me… as if that were possible!

For the next, what seemed like 12 hours but was in fact 2 I was forced to lie there and listen as Daddy and Cynthia had very loud, very passionate and very erotic sex. Over the 2 hours I heard cynthia embolden Daddy’s ego with seductively toned comments like “God the kind of man with the dominance and power to control and humiliate a sissy like that gets me so… fired up~” and “oh god yes!! Thats what a real mans cock feels like!!”. Every comment or thing Cynthia said was obviously designed to turn on Daddy and degrade me… and unfortunately she was succeeding. The passionate sex noises were bad enough but with each comment I would be smashed back into my reality of a caged cock leaking precum into my pink diapers while demoralisingly being forced to be abandon any masculinity.

[pedge-page]

Joel Dealing with Fam: New Years

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Alright, so the girls found out about the whole "New Years" thing, so of COURSE they refuse to go to bed tonight. And the one thing about being adults with 2 kids is that staying up to midnight to celebrate a clock changing a minute wasn't really worth it compared to an early night's rest.

Luckily, you were prepared.

The girls were jumping around the living room, the TV loudly playing the broadcast of musical guests singing on stage in the city, the big crowd with their lights and new years glasses cheering in the square. There was no way your two monkeys were willing to go to bed before the clock strikes 12.

"You girls sure you don't wanna go to bed now?" You asked, prepping the "champaign" (a drop of nonalcoholic Sparkling grape juice in their cups of apple juice)

Sarah stops jumping on the couch, her sparkly necklace and fringe glasses swaying to a hault. "No way!"

Ellie nods excitedly and they start bouncing again.

You and Joel glance at one another with raises brows, but say nothing.

Finally the TV announcers start counting from 10.

"ITS STARTING!" Sarah screeches, coming into the kitchen. You gather the (plastic) glasses full of bubbly juice and make your way to the others.

Everyone starts counting with the TV:

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"

The clock switches to 12 exact, and everyone cheers.

"Ok clink glasses!"

You, joel, and the girls all clink your glasses, joeo a little extra dramatically, and take big sips. You keep trying to give him a silent eye to calm the fuck down, less he gives something away, while the girls squeeze their eyes, acting as if their "alcoholic" beverages are too spicy for them.

As the TV people begin singing and swaying, Joel announces, "Ok. All done. Beddy bye."

"Awwww."

The girls get their jitters out and make their way to the bedroom.

Once their teeth brushed and tucked into the bunk beds, you kiss them both.

"You guys did such a good job staying up all the way to midnight. Must be really exhausted. Huh?"

They both yawn together. "I guess so. It went by so fast. Can we do this again?"

You tut them. "You can next year. Now go to bed."

You pull the covers up, switch the light off, and close the door.

Now back in the living room, you give Joel a silent nod and thumbs up.

He sighs in relief, grabbing the remote and hitting "pause" on the TV. Which wasn't broadcasting anything live, but rather playing a recording of LAST year's new years celebration. The girls were so excited to stay up, they didn't really notice the TV was counting down to the CURRENT year.

He turns it off, and at the same time, you start winding the microwave, TV, stove top digital clocks back to the actual current local hour: 8:00pm.

You and Joel clean up the kitchen and tuck yourselves into bed. "Youre a fucking genuis sometimes," he mumbles against your cheek, nuzzling into your chest for a early, happy sleep.

"Sometimes?"

He grins and kisses your collarbone. "Mmm. Most times."

You both close your eyes with winning grins on your lips.

Unfortunately, your grand plan forgot one important member of the family, who keeps a VERY keen internal clock.

The girls are awoken from rough pawing at their door, and Spoon barging in to lick their faces.

Ellie brings Spoon to the kitchen, where she indicates to her treats jar. Of course. Spoon ALWAYS gets a nighttime dental treat, and you hadn't given it to her at her usually 8:30pm.

Thats when Ellie sees the clock.

You're awoken from a stern, soft voice next to your face:

"Spoon says it's not midnight yet."

"F--ELLIE!!" You gasp, slapping Joel awake. He jolts up and immediately clicks the light on, rubbing his eyes to alertness.

Two VERY grumpy girls, with arms crossed and pouted lips and heavy brows, stare you two down like you were caught eating their Halloween candy. You lean over to Joel, knowing the gig was up.

"Most times. But not all."

He nods, closing his eyes in defeat.

Spoon licks her chops and settles in her bed, content that she can finally rest for the night.

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[littlesstorietime]

(Real photo of me 😳)

It was a long (Padded) day. Prepped and put in soup for dinner in the morning, last minute grocery shopping for the week, you know life. Once dinner time arrived, I got 2 bowls out (one for my girlfriend (I mean, mommy), and got a matching set of spoons. She enters the kitchen.

“Smells delicious, baby. But why do you have 2 bowls out?” She says with a devious smile.

“We… we are going to enjoy this soup?” I respond confusingly.

“Sweetie, with a little one like you, I think it’s time to use utensils that little ones use. I also have this..” she says as she walks around the corner. She returns with a high chair. Bright pink, baby blue restraints on it.

“Nooooooo!….” I shout in horror.

“Oh yes, sweetie, come over here and sit, now!” She says dominantly as she points as the seat of the chair.

I froze and didn’t know what to do. I told her about my diaper fetish, but this is taking this a bit far. First it was mittens. Then a onesie, now a pink cage….

“I…. I don’t ne…” I start to say but get cut off.

“Bum in this seat by the count of 3 or your cage time goes up a month!” She says, with a glare so fierce not even a lion would interfere.

I immediately start to walk to the high chair, when she again, stops me in my tracks…

“Ah, Ah, Ahh, little one, do babies walk, honey? No. I don’t think so, time to crawl.” Her face is glowing with victory at this point.

I get down and proceed to crawl to the chair, at her feet, and she patted the bum of the chair again, and I climbed up, and sat down. Before I could blink, she got to work strapping me down, including my hands. She places the table on the top, and turns to get our food.

She proceeded to get the food blender out, inserted the soup, and blended it together. Afterwards, put it in a baby bowl, and grabbed a baby spoon, as well as her serving.

“Ok baby, who’s hungry!?” She says excitedly.

“I don’t want fed….. I’m big enough! Please undo these straps….” I begged, while having a tantrum (well, what I could that is).

“Oh sweetie, it will taste the same, and you will learn to enjoy this mommy time!” She says, cooing at you trying to cheer you up.

“But I uMP!….” I get cut off by a spoonful of mushed together soup.

I immediately start bawling since I’m not a baby. She laughs, since it’s only fueling her fire. I didn’t even hesitate for the rest of the bowl, spoon after spoon, my eyes leaking like Niagara Falls. Couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything…

Once done, she cleaned my face, undone the straps, and set me down on the floor. Once she cleaned up the mess from dinner and put away leftovers, we cuddled together on the couch till 6:50pm.

“Ok sweetie, Its time to get ready for beddie byes, solet’s go get your teeth brushed!” She says excitedly, while she gets up and starts walking towards the bathroom.

I look at her in confusion. It’s a Friday night. Her, nor I worked the next day, what’s going on?

“Sweetie, am I going to have to say it again?” Sheeran this time as she turns the bathroom light on.

“Mommy, wh…” I get cut off again.

“Does someone need to spend time over mommies lap sweetheart?” She asks with a serious tone, giving me a serious face.

I crawled to the bathroom, and mommy helped me up to the sink, helped me brush my teeth, and guided me our room.

To be continued.

[zozilly]

GHD|| Sailor Song by Gigi Perez is very Chrysanthe and Miraak...

[Edit: I wanted to @99corentine because this is their lovely fic that's consumed my life and also opinions]

So I was thinking about this fic, because I found it, read it on my flip phone, chewed it up and swallowed it in 12 hours over the span of three days, and I realized it is a very fitting song for these two at the beginning of their lil freakyship right after Miraak leaves Apocrypha. Now because I'm autistic and Skyrim is like the only thing I've consumed for two months now, I will be copy-pasting the lyrics and explaining.

[I saw her in the rightest way Looking like Anne Hathaway]

okay so this is to me, Chry seeing Miraak's face for the first time. I mean he was whipped, absolutely head over heels when he first met the guy, but like..... yknow?

Laughing while she hit her pen and coughed, and coughed[unrelated they didnt have pens.]

[And then she came up to my knees Begging, "Baby, would you please Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?"]

THIS. this is my part. my lil bit. my absolutely pathetic mommy issues emotional neglect having ass itches amazingly for this bit. ABSOLUTELY this is both of them. Chry to Miraak in the "Hey I'm the most wet-cat man you'll get, and I am a tradgedy for you, please love me in a way that makes me forget those moments after thralldom." Miraak in his fucking "Silgron I have been trapped as no more than a pet for 4000 years, you are *mine* and you promised me so much, in exchange for small favors and such. I *need* you. Like I need no other."(because he is dramatic and a queer. and also has chewy amazing sour patch kids flavored character development that I enjoy normally.)

[Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?]

theyre both patheti and love starved with extreme guilt.... like pooka what do you want from them?

[I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior]

THISTHISTHIS... Chry literally was saved from thralldom by Miraak and Miraak from Apocrypha!!! Chry is wholly hesitant to really belive in the divines, clearly stating he steps outside those boxes, and Miraak literally says he doesn't give a crap because his gods were the dov, whom he rejected. but he owes his freedom to Chry, and vice versa.

[My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favor

theyre both without parents.

[And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong]

gay fucks get emotional when they say gex

[I sleep so I can see you, 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long]

telepathy, must I say more? No? ok I will<3 Chry has said he's gonna go beddy bye so he can talk to Miraak.

[She took my fingers to her mouth The kind of thing that makes you proud That nothing else had ever worked out, worked out]

Miraak and his oral fixation<3 and his past with that one priest or wghatever.... I read that bit at like midnight....

[And lately, I've tried other things But nothing can capture the sting Of the venom she's gonna spit out right now]

oh? Chry thriving off of Miraak being possesive??? oh????

[Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior I know that you've been worried, but you're dripping in my favor And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you, 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long]

we done this b4

[And we can run away to the walls inside your house I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about We can go forever, until you wanna sit it out]

when they when they in lakeview... when they they when...