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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older husband!Ari Levinson x naive wife!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kink, smutt, dd/lg vibes, pregnancy!kink, breeding!kink, housewife!kink, lactation!kink, size difference,  age gap, innocence!kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari finally comes home to his very pregnant wife.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m just surprised I didn’t write this sooner tbh. Enjoy!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your husband’s booming voice echoes around the house, sending thrills up and down your spine. You feel a huge smile plaster itself on your face – despite the fact that you’ve been married to him for almost a year now, you still feel giddy like a little girl every time you hear him come home. You carefully set down the casserole that has just finished cooking, impatiently shaking your oven mitts off before making a beeline to the front door and launching yourself at your big, beefy husband.

“Ari!” You hug him hard, pressing your nose into his hard chest that smells so deliciously like him. Like fresh soap and his manly musk with a hint of salty seawater. Just him. And you can’t help but breath him in, trying your best to climb up his body and wrap your legs around his waist, which is obviously a hard task considering how big your belly has gotten. “Missed you so much,” you mumble against his solid body, loving the feel of his warm arms enveloping you into his embrace. You wish he’d hug you harder, completely crush your body against his like how he used to. Till you can’t breathe but in the best possible way.

But of course, he’s ten times more mindful of you now. Pregnancy and all.

“Baby,” Ari breathes, burying his nose in your hair and nuzzling the top of your head. He presses a bunch of kisses against your hairline, one hand already on your belly (its favourite place to be, as of late), stroking it softly while his other hand meanders down to your ass (his other favourite part of your body). “Mm, I missed you too, sweet girl. Missed your little body against me like this.”

He cups your face, tipping it upwards and lifting you slightly so he can plant a kiss to your lips. He was just so damn tall and big – kissing was a bit of a problem unless he bent down or picked you up. You didn’t mind, though. You loved how much bigger he was than you, how strong and beefy and muscular he looked.

And Ari’s genes were strong enough that he’d passed them down to his unborn children too. You were about eight months along with Ari’s twins in your belly. Both boys. Both bigger than average according to your last scan. And both extremely active and strong just like their daddy – you knew because of all the somersaults and kicks they were subjecting you to day after day. But it was worth it. Ari said that you were the always the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on, but pregnancy just made you glow differently. And he’d get that fire in his eyes every time he looked at your belly growing his babies, and it made you feel so powerful, so sexy, so wonderful.

You’d only been married to Ari for a month before you’d found out you were pregnant. You’d met him less than a year ago, this business tycoon who’d swept you off your innocent feet. He was handsome, charming and respectful, and he’d proposed to you after only a few weeks. You’d said yes, of course. And he’d made it clear that he wanted a big family, a cute little housewife (you) who took care of him and his children. You were all too happy to oblige, because you wanted all those things too.

“How are my boys?” Ari whispers, cupping your belly with his huge palm. God, he was just so big – built strong like a wrestler yet also lithe and athletic. Not to mention so goddamned handsome! You couldn’t believe your luck. Some of your friends had told you that you were too young for a man like Ari. You were only fresh out of college and he was almost double your age and the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. That didn’t matter to you, though. You liked being his little baby, having him dote over you and spoil you (which he had done since the day he met you, and continued to do till this day).

And so what if he babied you all the time and made all your decisions for you? You liked giving up the control, and Ari was just so smart and level-headed, it just made sense to allow him to take over every aspect of your life.

“Your boys have been extra rowdy today.” You giggle as your husband continues to press kisses all over your face and neck, his long hair tickling you as he does so. “They keep kicking me like they want to come out already. How am I supposed to tell them they’re not due for another month?”

Ari smirks, easily picking you up with one arm like you’re a little baby yourself. His other hand is still splayed over your swollen stomach. He’d grown addicted to cupping your belly ever since the day you told him you were pregnant. It was a problem in the early days, when none of your friends and family knew yet your husband kept stroking your belly in front of them, a cocky look on his handsome face that all but gave everything away.

“I can’t wait till they come, but I also want to keep you pregnant just a little bit longer.” Ari murmurs, carrying you into the living room. He gives your ass a loud slap, the action making you yelp and clutch his muscular bicep as he grins. “You’re so sexy like this, baby. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only about a gazillion times,” you roll your eyes, but this earns you another hard slap on the ass and a warning look from your husband. You squeal, “Ari! That hurt!”

“You know not to roll your eyes at me, honey. I may have married you and knocked you up but you’re still my little baby.” Ari pats your bum and gives it a soft squeeze before kissing your cheek to make you smile. “And I’ve told you to call me daddy, princess.”

“Oh yeah, sorry daddy!”

“That’s okay, baby.”

You’d called Ari “daddy” during sex ever since he took your virginity on your first date almost a year ago. It just fit him; he took care of you so good and he was just so big and strong and dominant. Ari was really into it, always coaxing you to call him daddy – even outside the bedroom. And he’d always look so extremely smug when you’d inevitably slip and accidentally call him daddy in front of your friends and family.

But especially now that the two of you were married and lived in Ari’s big suburban mansion, he just went crazy every time he’d come home to you in your checkered apron, pregnant with his babies and calling him daddy. He’d told you once that it was his idea of heaven on Earth, and you were the one who’d given it to him.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Ari tells you as he takes a seat on his armchair and sets you on his lap. You’re still dwarfed by his huge size even when he’s sitting down with you on top of him, holding you securely on his knee like you’re his little baby. His gaze grows dark as he watches your breasts bounce slightly as he sits down, pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips hungrily. “I couldn’t concentrate at work, all I could think about was my baby wife, round with my children and taking care of my house in your cute little dress.”

You glance down at your dress, it’s one of many that Ari had bought for you. He had said that baby wives only ever wore dresses around the house so it was easier for their daddies to fuck them. You had absolutely no problem with that, seeing as you loved wearing the cute dresses he bought for you, and you also loved it whenever he’d slip his hand up the cotton material, or bent you over a random piece of furniture around the house and fucked the living daylights out of you.

Ari was a loving and doting husband, but sometimes he would get extremely rugged and rough with you. He’d tell you that you were his wife and it was your duty to bend over for him whenever he pleased. Sometimes, he’d watch you with lust-filled eyes while you did the housework around the house. And all he had to do was snap his fingers and you’d come running over to him.

He’d either push you down to your knees and make you suck him off till he was satisfied, or he’d bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck you fast and hard, calling you his cute little baby housewife, telling you how all your holes belonged to him only, because he was your husband and he owned you. And you’d whimper and mewl and wail and cry while he had his way with you, till he’d fill you up with his cum and then pull you upright, straighten your dress, slap your ass and send you back to your housework.

No wonder he knocked you up so quickly.

“Honey? You still here?” Ari bounces you on his lap and you blink before smiling up at him.

“Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Why would you need to think, baby? Daddy does all the thinking, remember? You just look pretty.” Ari bounces you on his lap again, making you giggle while his eyes once more zero in on your breasts. They’re so much bigger now that you’re pregnant, and Ari has been paying more attention to them than usual. In fact, your pregnant body in general has him incensed and feral. He’s always grabbing at you and pawing at you, squeezing and groping and stroking your every curve like he can’t get enough.

He reaches past you to grab the cold bottle of beer which you’d already set out for him on the coffee table. You watch him as he takes a deep swig, admiring how handsome he is. He’s got a defined jawline covered with his thick beard that makes him look more manly and virile than ever. A gorgeous sloped nose with a cute bump on it that you love to kiss, and high cheekbones smattered with freckles. He sports a golden tan almost all year round, as well as a wonderfully beefy, sun-kissed body that you can’t get enough of.

Even now, you slip your hand up and down his hard stomach, feeling his hairy, toned abs through his cotton shirt that’s stretched taught over them. God, he really was the hottest man alive. All the women that worked for him were crazy about him, including his secretary. But Ari had told you not to worry, that you were the love of his life and he’d waited forty years to find you, and he’d wait forty more to find you again.

“Dinner’s all ready for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek because he looks so deliciously handsome and you can’t help it. “I made all your favourites, daddy. I think I’m getting better at cooking now.”

You’d struggled with cooking at the beginning of your marriage. You knew Ari expected you to be a good little housewife, but cooking was never your strongest suit. Ari hadn’t minded though, always finding it adorable when you’d sheepishly serve him burnt food that was borderline inedible. And then he’d order a takeaway and you’d both eat in front of the TV, and he’d lick the pizza sauce off the corner of your mouth before pulling you into his lap to make out.

But you’d wanted to be a good housewife for him, after all, Ari worked so hard to provide for you and he bought you whatever you wanted. He didn’t expect you to slave away in the kitchen, of course, but you figured he deserved a good homecooked meal once in a while. And so, you sifted through various cookbooks and online recipes and YouTube videos until you’d finally been able to cook something half decent. And Ari had been so proud of you when you’d served him a roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, and making you husband proud was all you really wanted to do.

Back in the present, Ari playfully chucks you under your chin, “You’re an amazing cook, sweetheart. I can’t wait to eat dinner. But I won’t lie, baby, right now I’m hungry for something else.”

His eyes go down to your chest again, and you smile demurely as thrills shoot down to your core. Ari’s big hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lewdly before tweaking your hard nipples through the thin material of your dress. You never really wore bras inside the house, and Ari was not one to complain about that. He grins wickedly when two wet spots appear on the fabric covering your nipples.

You’d started lactating recently, and Ari had been nothing short of thrilled about that. “Baby wives feed their daddies their mommy milk,” he’d told you, and of course, he was always right. You were scared at first, having him drink from you. But he’d been so ravenous, so hungry for your milk and the intimacy that came with doing something like that. How could you possibly say no?

Now, Ari fed from you all the time. It was almost a daily occurrence which almost always ended in mind-blowing sex.

Ari holds you close to him as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up your arms to push the straps of your dress down. Your breasts are painful and heavy as he frees them from the dress, your nipples already hard as glass but you still hiss as the cool air hits them, making them even more erect, if that was possible.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, tweaking your nipple casually while you squirm in his arms, whimpering like a baby who needs to be tended to. That only incenses Ari more, and he gives your erect nipple a couple of flicks, making you gasp as he laughs wickedly. “Look at your sexy tits, all sore and heavy. They must really hurt, huh baby?”

You pout and nod, grabbing his forearm desperately, “Y-Yeah, they do. Daddy, plea–”

“My poor baby,” Ari continues, squeezing and groping to his heart’s content as droplets of your milk begin to leak. Your husband licks his lips, spreading the liquid all over your sore breasts, making you hornier than ever but he only smirks. “Bet you’ve been waiting all day for daddy to come home and breastfeed from you, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, please!” You whimper, jutting your chest out till your heavy breasts are almost smothering his face. And all he does is laugh, giving your nipple another hard pinch while you feel the tears of frustration well in your eyes. He reduced you to tears so easily, but it was only because you craved him so badly and didn’t like it when things didn’t go your way. He often teased you about this, calling you a needy, spoiled baby who lacked any type of patience.

Ari gives your nipple a light flick with is tongue, his blue eyes shining wickedly as your breath hitches. But then he lets out a feral growl, completely enveloping your nipple between his lips and sucking down hard. You whimper again, grabbing his hair and holding his head close to your breast as he begins to drink your milk, groaning, biting and licking at your nipple like a starved man.

“God, you have such sexy tits, baby.” He mumbles against your breasts, burying his face into them as he continues to suckle. He grabs your other tit and gives it a rough squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with his expert fingers. “And your mommy milk tastes so good.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You manage to get out through all the different sensations you’re feeling. He’s still bouncing you up and down on his lap, his hard dick poking against your butt like a steel rod through his pants. Plus, his mouth working against your nipple is making you see stars, and you feel pleasure mixed with the relief from him draining the milk from your breast.

“Good girl with good manners,” Ari grunts approvingly, his voice slightly muffled as he lewdly takes your whole breast into his mouth (as much of it that fits) giving it a hearty suck while rocking you against him as he dry-humps his dick up into your clothed core. “Just like how daddy trained you to be. Fuck, baby. I bet none of my friends’ wives are as obedient and cute as you, huh?”

“N-No!” you agree with a yelp when he gives your ass a firm slap before grabbing a handful of your ass-cheek from under your dress and giving it a lewd jiggle. “D-Daddy, need you so bad!” You try to grab his hard dick out from the waistband of his pants but he easily slaps your hands away, making you pout and whine as he continues to suck your breasts.

“Let daddy have his meal first.” Ari scolds, slapping your butt again, harder this time, before focusing his attention to your other breast. He suckles you sweetly at first, before growing greedy once your milk starts flowing into his mouth. Incensed, he moans against your breast, grabbing your hips and repositioning you on top of him. He bounces you up and down straight on top of his crotch while he feeds from you, and you moan wantonly as your body begins to work itself up.

“B-But daddy, I waited all – ah! – I waited all day for you!” You pout, trying to grind down against your husband but he holds you in place, always wanting to control your pleasure and never letting you seek it out by yourself unless you had his permission.

Ari releases your nipple with a pop before grinning wolfishly down at you, a thoughtful look on his face as his hand splays itself on your belly once more. “Well, you were a good, patient baby today, weren’t you?”

“I was, I was!” He slips his hand down under your dress, quickly settling it between your legs while your breath hitches and eyes cloud over with lust and want. And all it takes is for his pointer finger to press down on your swollen, panty-covered clit and you’re cumming. You squeak and clutch on to his muscular forearms as you orgasm, your other hand going down to hold his hand in place between your legs as you hump and ride against it. Your panties are completely soaked through and your entire body is buzzing with sensitivity as you pant his name.

Ari looks extremely smug as he watches you orgasm in his lap, leaving a sizable pool of your wetness on his clothed leg. Casually, he tweaks your nipple, his blue eyes trained on your face as you gasp in response, your body twitching in his arms.

“You’re so sensitive now, baby. I bet I could make you cum without even touching you.” Ari says, looking proud and smug at the same time.

“S-Sorry,” you shoot him a sheepish look once you’ve come down from your high, “can’t help it sometimes, daddy. Specially since I can’t ever touch myself when you’re not here.”

That was one of Ari’s firm rules that you had to follow. At the beginning of your marriage, Ari made it clear that baby wives like you had to follow all the rules that your husband set. That included not speaking to other men without his permission, always doing what he said, always telling him where you were, and of course, never touching yourself without his permission – certainly never when you were alone in the house.

“Dumb babies like you don’t know how to touch yourself.” Ari answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slips his hand out from between your legs, licking his fingers lewdly. “That’s why you need daddy to tend to you all the time. Now tell me, baby, how would you like to be fucked tonight?”

In next to no time at all, your big, beefy husband has you on all fours on your king-sized bed upstairs. A feral energy had overtaken him when you’d shyly voiced your desires to be fucked as hard as possible. Pregnancy made you so horny and feral for him, and in the early days he only ever allowed you on top, because he was so much bigger than you and so scared of hurting you. But soon, he’d learned to be rough in a way that had you both feeling satisfied without ever really causing you any harm.

And so, Ari had wasted no time in carrying you up the stairs, laying you down on the bed and slapping your ass as you scrambled to get on your hands and knees for him. And he’d slapped your ass once, twice, three times, and you knew he was mesmerised by how it jiggled.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, baby.” Ari murmurs, spanking you again like he can’t get enough. “Kept thinking of you like this while I was at work, bent over like a little whore in front of me.”

“Please put it in, Ari!”

“Patience, sweetheart.” He chuckles, running a hand up your spine and sending shivers all throughout your body. He presses his dick against your naked backside, and he feels so hot and pulsating. He’d torn your dress off the moment he’d entered the bedroom, and his own clothes had quickly followed suit. And now you were at the mercy of one big, horny, muscular, beefy man. A caveman, by the looks of how feral he was getting behind you. It’s like seeing your pregnant, naked body just flipped a switch in him, and his own patience was riding thin along with yours as he continues to rut against you.

With one quick thrust, Ari drives his huge dick inside you. You cry out in pain because he’s so big, and you’ll never get used to just how big he is. He’s more than twice the size of you and so incredibly well hung, and all you can do is brace yourself and take it, your whole body jerking forward from the force of his thrust. You’d have gone face first into the mattress had he not anticipated that and grabbed on to your hips tightly.

“Oh, fuck, baby, such a tight fucking hole you got. Daddy barely fits inside.” Ari’s fingers are clutching your hips so tightly, you know it’ll leave a bruise. And he’s rough from the get go, although you know he’s holding back because you’re pregnant. “God, fuck, sweetheart. You got such a good and tight fuckin’ snatch, so perfect for my dick, fuck!”

“H-Harder, daddy!” You cry, rutting back against him as your breasts bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. But your request earns you a swift smack to your bum.

“Take it how daddy gives it to you, baby.” Ari sneers, the alpha male inside of him taking complete control as his hips increase their pace. It feels like he’s ripping your insides with his hard dick but you feel so goddamn full and so good that you don’t even care, even as he continuously rains slap after slap down on your ass. “God, fuck, such a good little baby wife. Obedient as shit, aren’t you? Daddy’s little baby, gonna give me a bunch of babies, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, gonna have your babies, daddy!” You agree, sounding delirious and very much like an airhead who’s only capable of repeating what her daddy is saying to her but he’s reduced you to this state through his sheer hard fucking and you don’t even care. You want it harder, want him slamming into you till you can’t catch your breath and you pass out. But you know he wouldn’t, you can tell by how he’s got one arm now wrapped protectively around your belly, as if he needs to keep it there to remind himself not to lose control like how he often does during sex.

You remember a couple of times when Ari had gone completely feral, fucking you like you were an animal. Relentless and unforgiving, leaving you with bruises and bumps as he’d had his way with you again and again. But the dark side of you had enjoyed being a cumdump for him, despite the fact that you’d cried from the pain and overwhelming pleasure. And Ari had taken you into his arms afterwards, telling you how sorry he was, how he’d be careful with you in the future, how he got too riled up and how he couldn’t help but take you roughly when he saw how sweet and innocent you looked. And then he’d always be so sweet with his aftercare, and run you a bath and dote on you and hug you till you fell asleep in his arms, smelling like rose scented bubble bath.

“Want me to knock you up again, sweetheart?” Ari asks you back in the present, fucking you so hard you’re seeing stars. His fat dick is hitting all the right spots inside you, making you arch your back as he keeps thrusting into you, hips going into jackhammer mode. “Because I will knock you up again, baby. Soon as you give me my boys, I’ll have you on your back and filled to the brim with my fucking cum so you get knocked up again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Wouldn’t you? Fuck!”

“YES, YES, YES!” You scream at the top of your lungs, the pressure building up inside you till that invisible coil snaps and you cum so hard, you’re seeing stars. You collapse underneath Ari, and he has to hold you up as he continues to fuck you. But him describing how he’s going to knock you up again was enough for you to squirt all over his dick, your slippery walls squeezing his hard, fat cock that doesn’t stop its relentless assault inside you.

“Fuck yeah, baby, squeeze my fuckin’ dick!” Ari groans, using your limp body as a literal hole for his dick as he grabs your hips and makes you shake your ass on his dick, “Fuck yeah, baby couldn’t help but cum from the thought of getting knocked up by daddy, huh? Well, you gotta give me another one, honey. One orgasm isn’t enough for my baby girl.”

He pulls you up to your knees so your back is against his chest. And your body is completely limp and void of energy since orgasming had taken everything out of you, and you’re not even sure you can cum again like how he wants you to. But your beefy husband holds you up against him nevertheless, one big hand wrapping around your throat while the other cups your heavy breast and squeezes, and this whole time his hips don’t stop moving inside you. His fat dick driving in and out of you at different, varied paces. Slow so you can feel every ridge and vein, and then fast till his hips are a blur and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You best fucking believe I’m always going to keep you pregnant from now on.” Ari growls in your ear, squeezing your tits together as he paws at you like a feral caveman, his fingers pressing against your throat and cutting off your air supply just enough for your vision to blur and it all feels so deliciously good and you’re long past the point of even being coherent as you wail and scream for him.

You can feel him losing himself, getting rougher and rougher. You know your husband too well, you know he’s turning himself on more and more at the idea of impregnating you again. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and biting while his hands squeeze your breasts so hard it hurts, and you feel your milk dribble down your nipples.

Ari sees it too, and you swear you can feel his dick get even harder inside you. In a nanosecond, he’s manhandled you into a different position. Now, he’s sitting on the bed with you on top of him, and he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick. And oh my fucking God, it’s so much deeper this way! You can feel your puffy clit grind against his trimmed pubic hairs as he does all the work, his muscular arms wrapping around you, not caring at all that your pregnant belly is in the way as he continues to fuck up into you.

“Can’t let your mommy milk go to waste, can we?” Ari grins, grabbing your tit and latching his mouth on it immediately, sucking down so hard that you see stars. He lets go with a pop, “Guess I didn’t get all of it, huh, baby?”

You hold his head in place, carding your fingers through his brown waves as he continues to drink your milk like a ravenous beast, like he can’t get enough of it. Switching from one nipple to the other, giving both your breasts equal attention as he drains the milk from them.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re breastfeeding daddy, baby.” Ari tells you, his voice muffled as he keeps his face buried in your breasts. And all the while he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick, and you can feel your second orgasm start to build up – and he hasn’t even cum once yet! You wonder how he remains so calm, so casual enough to have a conversation with you during sex. Meanwhile you’re a dishevelled mess on top of him, head lolling to the side as you’ve already gone dumb from all his ministrations.

“God, fuck, gonna keep you pregnant at all times now, sweetheart.” Ari declares, getting feral again as his hand splays out on your belly. “I want at least five more kids, baby. You gonna give daddy five more babies?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I will!”

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. A good fucking baby wife. I’m so glad I found you, baby. I love you so fucking much.” He kisses you, pulling you by the hair till you’re flush against him, his hips fucking up into you at a blurring pace that makes you feel like he’ll rip you in half any second now.

“And all the other guys will be so fucking jealous that they don’t have a cute little knocked up baby wife who does whatever they ask. Fuck! Tell me you’re my cute little baby wife!” He pinches your nipple harshly before going back to your belly, rubbing it with his huge hand as he clutches you so close on top of him.

“ ‘m your cute little b-baby wife!” You moan, finally finding the energy to desperately ride him, up and down and backwards and forwards, grinding against the thick steel rod that is his dick as it jams up your poor, abused fuckhole.

“Damn right you are. And I’m your daddy who knocked you the fuck up. And I’ll do it again and again, because you’re my fucking property and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you! You got that? Fuck!”

“Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, daddy, you own me! Wanna have more of your babies! Want you to keep me pregnant all the time!” You blabber incoherently.

“And you’re gonna obey me, and be a good little mommy to all our children, aren’t you?” He smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times till your ass is sure to be raw and all the while you nod and agree with him, “A good little mommy who does what she’s told to do, and spreads her legs every time daddy wants to knock her up again, you got that?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Can’t wait to come home to you taking care of our little ones. Five of ‘em, with another one on the way. Fuck, can’t fuckin’ wait for that.” Ari grunts, his thrusts growing deeper and hitting your spot so deliciously and making you mewl, as well as his words and promises of keeping you pregnant which have you turned on beyond belief.

The pressure in your lower belly builds up higher and higher, more intense till you almost can’t stand it. And it feels so deliciously good, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as Ari continues to fuck you throw it all, holding you close and coaxing you, telling you to cum again for daddy, giving you permission to let go and cover his fat dick in your cream. And you obey, and you cum so hard, marvelling at how much of it squirts out of you.

Like a broken faucet, squirt after squirt of your cum covers his cock, and you sob and clutch at Ari’s hairy chest, burying your face in his hard chest as you cum so hard you almost faint. “Oh daddy, daddy, daddy!” you whimper like a broken record, like a baby who’s collapsed and needs to be held by her big, strong daddy.

“That’s a good baby,” Ari coos, stroking your hair like you’re his good little girl and the pride in his voice makes you sag with relief and euphoria, and his thrusts grow sloppy as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. His fat balls slapping against your pussy, and you know his load will be big because he’s held off so long.

“Fuck, baby.” Ari lets out a guttural groan before he cums, emptying himself inside of you as spurt after spurt of his hot cum sears you from the inside out. Brands you as his as your greedy pussy squelches and swallows his seed like it’s your job. And Ari looks so proud, holding you so close to him till it hurts, like he doesn’t want a single drop of his cum wasted as he fills you up like you’re his personal cumdump. “God-fucking-dammit, your greedy little snatch is squeezing me so good, baby. Best fuckin’ pussy I ever had, taking all my daddy cum like a good little girl. Fuck, take it, take all of it!”

And you do, taking every drop of his thick ropes of cum till you feel so full, stuffed to the brim with his heavy load as you fall down, completely spent and breathing hard, on your back on the bed.

You’re completely sapped of all energy, and again you marvel at how Ari seems perfectly fine, as if he hadn’t just emptied the world’s biggest load inside of you after a long session of unbridled, hot, rough sex. But your husband seems more interested in your body in its post orgasmic glow, rubbing you all over as you rest from the fucking you’ve just received, marvelling at his cum as it drips out of your pussy.

“Looks like your baby pussy couldn’t keep it all in, honey.” Ari swipes a finger up your slit and it comes up covered in his cum. Your mouth drops open in the shape of an o, which works out in your husband’s favour as he feeds you the thick cum. Globs of it, again and again, swiping up from your pussy before he brings his finger to your lips and allows you to suckle it off him. And it’s all you can do in your weakened, post-fucked state, suckle his fingers like a baby as your daddy feeds you his cum.

“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You murmur weakly, not forgetting your manners as Ari smiles down at you smugly. Finally tearing his gaze away from your body, he lies down next to you and gathers you into his arms for a cuddle. Kissing the top of your head and all over your face as he holds you close to him, till you can feel his heartbeat in sync with your own.

“You’re welcome, baby. I love you so much.” Ari answers, looking like the happiest man in the world. And it’s such a powerful feeling, knowing it’s you who has made him feel this way.

“Love you too, daddy.” You say tiredly, cuddling close and burying your face into his hairy chest as you breathe in his intoxicating post-sex musk. “Can’t wait to give you more babies. Can’t wait for our boys to come. I’ll be the best mommy to your babies, I promise.”

Ari chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. His hand goes down to cup your belly, and he squeezes you so close to him, you feel you might suffocate. But in the best way.

“I know you will, baby. I know you’ll take care of my children, but right now I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

He runs you a strawberry scented bubble bath, carrying you to the bathroom and getting into the tub with you. Gently scrubbing you clean and massaging your sore muscles and sensitive skin while you lie on top of him in the bath, content and barely conscious from the incredible session of fucking you’ve just received. Smiling faintly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising you the world and more, his words painting the perfect life which lays in store for you in the future, as well as the perfect life you’re currently living now – all because of him.

THE END! This is my ultimate fantasy and i have no clue why i never wrote it before now! pLEASE PELASE let me know what you think! thank you very very much! love you all!

[kuschelkissen]

Watched Ep1 of Yingdu Arc and survived!!

Thoughts under cut because spoilers!! Duh.

ok. Uh. Where do I even start.

The basketball scene, man, that looked so good. OH that looked SO DAMN GOOD???

And then BAMM whiplash, Vein's in the fucking photo studio, throwing Cheng Xiaoshi around as if he wasn't a full grown man of 1,80m 💀 I kinda expected to see CXS die soon, but wow. That was... uff, wow, thanks for the tears I guess

I will sound terrible, but... I kinda wish that scene had been longer? Dunno, feels like we barely saw LG grieving over this.

Watch this statement come back to bite my ass, when we get the full extended scene in the last episode lol

Because I feel like it has to come back? Like. What the fuck happened? Why is Vein here? Like. HERE here, in the photo studio. Why is Xiao Li dead? And Qiao Ling??

This makes the intro including her in all of these scenes so much worse! 😭 And no wonder LG dove back... EVERYONE IS DEAD. Who wouldn't have done the same...

And oh god, that whole power-transfer scene. Not only was it a fucking beautiful metaphor with the basketball, it also looked so pretty how the gold faded from CXS's eyes 😭 And I guess he transferred it voluntarily? Gave it to Lu Guang so he could save everyone (no pressure, tho). God, I'm sobbing again as I type this...

I really wonder what happened in that almost hour long time period between CXS dying and LG diving. Since LG was hurt when he got the photo, and I don't assume that Vein just... you know, LEFT, I guess there was a fight? Do you think LG went feral again? Or did Vein think he'd die from his wound(s?) and just left him to bleed out?

(Also I guess an interesting thought, that all of that doesn't matter anymore once he's diving 🤔)

Anyway.

THESE FUCKERS FAKED BLACK HAIR LU GUANG FOR THE PREVIEW?! WTF?

Like. Okay?? I knew there would be all sorts of misdirects, but??? Just plain out faked it, huh?!

I'm not mad tbh. While I like the white hair theory (what if Black/White Doomed Yaoi™ can only be fixed by making both of them black haired??), I stopped liking it when they made it seem like the power transfer gives you 1 white hair at a time. That would've been too much for me to handle T___T And LG looks great with white hair, so. Yeah.

I did NOT need the next whiplash after crying over CXS's death, but I guess they met by one of his classmates (?) literally throwing a fucking BASKETBALL into LG's face??? And apparently there was a need to show that THREE times. OKAY, SURE, see me laughing through my tears??

(ok, other than that, that scene was so cute. And sad. LG almost crying again, the sound of his voice, grabbing his arm, as if he had to feel that he was actually there, ALIVE...)

Cried through the whole opening again, obviously.

And then the moment I have been waiting for.

Cosplayer. Lu Guang. And not just ANY cosplayer, no no. He's apparently famous in the scene?? What??

("Taking photos of beautiful women~" (Lu Guang almost dying from choking on his coke) I can't)

AND HE'S A WEEB, he's cosplaying and reading manga AND I DIDN'T THINK I COULD LOVE HIM MORE BUT APPARENTLY I CAN???

"I thought you were more the Shakespear type" ALL OF US, CXS, ALL OF US!

Seriously, I love this so much??

Trying to sort my thoughts, but it's kinda hard. It was a bit of a ride??

And the Club girl wanted to put CXS in a couple cosplay for LG, I can't! CXS, you COWARD, you looked great in that! (I wanna draw that, but I'm already like 20h late so there's probably several drawings of that already...) (LG taking a picture of it and then mocking him with it!! I swear, that whole scene was heartwarming?? He felt so... so...??? IDK?? Different. Somehow more playful? I love it T___T)

(Him being swarmed by people who want to take a photo of him, UGH, perfection. And QL clocking her brother immediately, "are you jealous" lmao)

I love the Chibis every now and then. And the funny faces, kinda missed that after S1. CXS and QL are such siblings, they way they ganged up on Zhou Xun... or pleaded with LG... UGH I love them. Love them so fucking much!!

CXS carrying patches with him at all times is such a cute detail, idk??

Handholding 😌💕 and an actual hug. Well. A short one, before LG chickened out.

"Are now partners for life", lmao, extra funny because that's what homosexual marriage is called in German.

I missed that, but my gf pointed out that LG's eyes were golden at first, and when he joined CXS and QL later, with the voice over about "maybe after 12h you're stuck forever", he had his normal grey eyes. And since they zoomed in on the eye to show us that, I guess she's right that the 12h are over at that point and he's now stuck. After all, he clapped at the con and was still there.

Also, CXS was WAY too relaxed about him having powers? "Wait, so you DO have powers?? Wow." Uh, not how I would've reacted lol xD but then again, he said, he felt that he had a secret and that he "knew 2 people with eyes like yours", so... uh... what does that mean, CXS? (Except that your parents probably had powers, too)

The way LG looks at him. UGH. UUUUUGH my heart can't take it.

That scene on the couch where he hugs himself... after that soft smile. yeah, why not, break my heart again, sure sure...

LU GUANG. CANONICALLY. WEARS CHENG XIAOSHI'S CLOTHES!! The fucking cat hat wasn't a present to LG, it is CXS's!! (well, maybe he gifted it him anyway, but whatever xD he originally bought it for himself! Now I wanna draw him in that outfit lol??)

There were several moments in this that gave me Live Action feels. I don't remember all of them right now, but CXS calling LG handsome/beautiful was one of them and the "we're not even together, and she's breaking up with me?? T__T" cries come to mind. idk xD Makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

UUUUGH so yeah.

I really wonder if this is the current timeline or not. Or if we will see the deathscene one more time in the last episode?? Though "I'll use my last chance and go back to the beginning" kinda feels like that was the current one?? Or we will find out another reason why it might be the last chance...

Uh. Final thoughts?

It was A LOT less bad than I feared it was?? The blow from Cheng Xiaoshi's death scene was softened with all the cute and funny stuff later, so right now I actually regret not watching it before work lol

Animation quality was nice, but it's very obvious that the most of that episode's budget went into the first 10 minutes xD Not a complaint, just stating the obvious.

I like the new style, though I still think I slightly prefer Studio Lan's style? Can't even put into words exactly what it is.

Also I miss thick eyebrow Lu Guang =T Thankfully, at least the ending delivers on that front.

Lastly, I'm really not sure why they made this into one hour-long episode? It was pretty clearly meant to be two, with a very clear cut pretty much exactly in the middle, and two stories that are completed in themselves. I feel like that would've made more sense for the finale, when everything's going down? Idk.

(who knows, maybe we will still get that, so we get the full 8 episodes after all?)

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

CG Raiden with diapered baby-space Liu Kang? But I can’t decide between (maybe angsty?) Fire God Liu and Mortal Liu…maybe one of each if it’s not too big an ask? 👉👈🥺

Of course!! :D

A quick restate from my last Padded Request:

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Lord Raiden w/ Babyspace Regressor Liu Kang That Uses Diapers MK11 Hcs

⛈️ Liu Kang started needing protection after the tournament

❤️‍🔥 It was actually Kitana that suggested his using padding (I spoke a bit about this in my CG Kitana w/ Babyspace Liu Kang Hcs)

⛈️ Lord Raiden was . . . shocked when he learnt, but very quick to tell Liu Kang that if he wanted or needed them, there was no shame in them

❤️‍🔥 Liu Kang was, and is, very shy and a bit fussy about needing diapers

⛈️ He mostly only needs padding when he has really scary dreams/memories :(

❤️‍🔥 But sometimes he can regress a bit smaller (he regresses about 1-5 after the tournament), and he needs them then too

⛈️ Absolutely sobbed the first time he had an accident around Raiden in his big boy pants, he felt utterly embarressed and very silly

❤️‍🔥 He didn’t know what happened!! He didn’t have to go potty a few minutes ago, why did he suddenly need to go? That wasn’t fair!!

⛈️ Luckily, Raiden was very quick to help Liu Kang clean up, giving the tearful boy a nice bathe and putting him in a comfy diaper and outfit

❤️‍🔥 Kung Lao teased Liu Kang about using protection once, and Liu Kang ran to Raiden, crying in his arms as a concerned Kung Lao followed him

⛈️ While the teasing was light, it was enough to make Liu Kang regress on spot and tell Dada about how Kung Lao was being a big meanie 🥺

❤️‍🔥 Kung Lao, while still big, got sent to the naughty corner while Raiden comforted Liu Kang (Kung Lao didn’t complain, he didn’t mean to hurt Liu Kang’s feelings that badly)

⛈️ Lao did apoligize and Liu did forgive him, but it definitely didn’t help Liu Kang’s fussiness towards needing padding

❤️‍🔥 If we ignore canon and Liu Kang does have time to adjust to diapers, he gets less embarrassed about them over time

⛈️ He still gets really embarressed during the changing process, and will hide his face in a pillow

❤️‍🔥 Raiden’s very good at changing padding, and he’ll hold Liu Kang gently afterwards

⛈️ Raiden is very quick to shut any kind of negative thoughts, like how he’s ‘too big’ for them, or that he’s not a baby, or that it’s not ‘normal’

❤️‍🔥 Raiden is a sternish cg, and defintently not a lier, so if he tells Liu Kang that it’s okay to use diapers, it’s okay to use diapers, no matter Liu Kang’s reasons

⛈️ He’ll also hold Liu Kang firmly, rocking the both of them while Liu Kang blubbers about his feelings

❤️‍🔥 Overtime he does get more use and okay with them, it’s just really hard to accept them at first :(

⛈️ He actually really likes the padding, and it helps him feel little

❤️‍🔥 When he does use padding, Raidens very on top of checking every so often if Liu Kang has an accident

⛈️ Why? Because Liu Kang sometimes won’t tell him and Raiden doesn’t want him to get a rash

❤️‍🔥 It’s not his fault!!! It’s just embarrassing telling Dada that he had an accident, whcih Raiden is very comforting about

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CG Raiden w/ Babyspace Regressor Liu Kang That Uses Diapers MK1 Hcs

🌩️ I covered a lot about the fact that Liu Kang needing diapers in my CG Raiden w/ Regressor Liu Kang Nightmares Hcs

🌟 But! I’d love to talk more about them <3

🌩️ After Raiden fids out Liu Kang needs diapers for his nightmares, Liu Kang starts having accidents when he’s not asleep

🌟 The first time this happened, he just sat and stared at the floor

🌩️ Not thinking, not moving, just having this dreading feel of panic

🌟 He starts thinking about the first time he had an accident in front of Lord Raiden and begins to absolutely blubber

🌩️ Luckily, Raiden was just finishing up lunch and quickly rushes to the living room when he starts hearing Liu Kang’s cries

🌟 He’s very quick to get Liu Kang out of his own puddle, giving him a bathe and cuddling him for the next good while

🌩️ ^ And feeding him lunch, they still gotta eat

🌟 This happens a few more times, more times than it ever did back in his old universe

🌩️ Raiden shyly suggests that perhaps Liu Kang should wear diapers during his normal regression, and Liu Kang gets very upset about it

🌟 ^ Up to this point only Raiden knew he needed them and he wasn’t about to go tell the others that he used them

🌩️ To try to help Liu Kang, Raiden admitted to the others that he himself also used padding when he was small, and it did help Liu Kang a bit when using them around the others (they’re also incredibly supportive about it)

🌟 Liu Kang actually really likes the padding, he already regressed to about 2-3 and it helps him regress sometimes

🌩️ He still kinda has that whole ‘Not telling Rai Rai when you have an accident because it’s embarressing’ stage

🌟 But Raiden is very quick to attempt to shut that down

🌩️ He’ll quietly ask Liu Kang is he needs a change, and when Liu Kang gets fussy, he’ll tell him that if he just tells him then he won’t have to bring it up

🌟 To try and help Liu Kang be less embarress about diapers, Raiden will get him some with cute designs!! :D

🌩️ . . . it doesn’t work, but the thought is what counts

🌟 To try and distract Liu Kang during changing, Raiden will give him a small toy to fidget with, or a pillow to hide his face in

🌩️ ^ He’ll jingle Liu Kang’s toy keys too!! They don’t make the best sound, but they’re very distracting and Liu Kang will focus on them instead

🌟 Raiden is very good with padded regressors, he uses them often and, very rare, Kung Lao has too

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They're not exactly angsty angsty, so I can totally do more if you'd like. <3

[saelterlude]

lc musical clips pt.5!! can't believe this reaches 5 parts. to be fair, the more i watch the cooler the actors are and the more i love each of their quirks.

funfact before we start, if we exclude CMZ(bcs wtf. you are not 124 y/o CMZ), the average age of LG actors is 28 while the average age of CXS actors is 25 (I didn't take their birth month into account so give or take one)

The oldest being Du Guangyi at 34 y/o and the youngest being Jing Yangqiao at 20 (21 this April).

(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.6, pt.7 here)

68. BONUS, the composer for the musical songs, metablue, posted a composing diary/vlog of her making 'forget about it' aka the encore sofa song. It's a really cool watch, and it's pretty short too.

69. 14/03/2024, Wang Minhui made Cai Qi laugh and break character so hard by sliding on the table that they skip rock paper scissors altogether. Thank youu shimmeringweeds for finding this clip, youre a life saver.

70. 15/03/2024, Zi Bowen is really fun/bratty during CX and his mom's song, he's also been really into that hat and his panicked face during 'Dive Back in Time' tutting is gold. Other than that, Ji Xiaokun and Guo Hongxu are fun as usual.

71. Zhang Jiahao short vid, I love how nonchalant he is. Who gives a damn abt rehearsals when you can play basketball. We got snippets of other songs. And where did he get the random card reader??

(ooh, i'm putting the side actor into focus for once. also, i just realized ZJH is the actor who started swinging when WMH mistook director Li Haolin's name lol i love him.)

72. 16/03/2024 day, blind dog Cai Qi is so funny plss and the way Wang Minhui just let him live with the consequences.

73. 17/03/2024 night, Du Guangyi focused but you can hear Teng Chunpeng cutely messed up 'Dive Back in Time' in the background.

74. 23/02/2024, I don't think I've shared this clip of Du Guangyi playing pattycake(?? IDK the english name. I call it mimimi) with Wu Hanglu.

75. 18/03/2024, Bai Zhuoming mic mishap here, aggressive feet flailing with Wang Minhui and Deng Xianling, and also extended rock paper scissors!

76. 17/03/2024 day, I'll be honest I miss Ding Xingchen. That said, him and Xian Dongyue are having the best sibling wrestle.

77. 17/03/2024 day, same performance as above, and there's Wu Yihan doing overhead RPS.

78. 16/03/2024 night, Guo Hongxu fumbles the sofa/leg choreo again (left leg first man!), Shu Rongbo blubbering bcs GHX twist his arm post-RPS, and Wu Hanglu being the teasing big sister ever.

79. 21/03/2024, he once did overhead, now Wu Yihan is doing hip-height RPS, and he cheated. Shu Rongbo being confused. And they once again give the cutest hug, even for a side hug.

(heh, funny how JXK likes to hogs/blocks the sofa to annoy LG meanwhile SRB is always clearing the sofa for LG.)

80. 23/03/2024 day, very fun performance with Wang Yifei, Zhu Hanbin, and Deng Xianling. I highly recommend watching this. It's so fun I wrote a whole post about it. Also, harmonizing.

81. 22/03/2024, very short but look!! A Jing Yanqiao clip!!! I'm happy, I recently brainrotted on him. I wish he could perform more since I really like his voice but unfortunately I'm pretty sure he's still in school and have a limited schedule. But I will make you all love him before his BDay!

Today's bonus clip is a voice reel of Du Guangyi as Enforcer from the game Arknights! It's very soothing, I can fall asleep to his voice. He's so cool, he's an actor in everything. Musical actor, stage-play actor, TV and films actor, voice actor, he was a child actor too.

But since that's not a musical and it's kinda cheating, here's an actual bonus clip of Zhu Hanbin in Dr. Bloodthirsty (? 嗜血博士) musical. A small 3 person play which is giving me Jekyll and Hyde vibes. He's playing Jonathan, a young psychologist called to examine patient 13. It's really cool, please check it out!

(if anyone ever have a request on who the next bonus clip should be (even the side actors) just say so and I'll do my best. i'm always up for exploring new things)

[cordycepsfem]

"people who are also correct about threats to lesbians, women, children, and the LGB community from males, some of whom are fetishists appropriating womanhood"

Hi, bi person here. Please stop saying lgb when you just mean lg. We don't need to be "protected" from men or from trans women. Stop throwing the b in there just to look like there are more people you're "protecting" than there really are.

For what it's worth, the vast majority of trans people don't want to sleep with anyone not attracted to them. You know, like most people because it's a highly unpleasant experience to be with someone you know doesn't want to be with you. So really, you don't have to "protect" gays or lesbians from most trans people either. I'd rather be with other bi people anyway, they're more likely to find me attractive because I'm a man who was born into a woman's body and I recognize a lot of gay people in either direction wouldn't be into that.

I don't need to be protected from the kinds of predatory medical professionals you're thinking of, either. I've dealt with plenty of incompetent and predatory medical professionals. Why not focus on the systemic issues instead of assuming the only issues are the trans affirming healthcare part?

Which woman’s body were you born into, if you yourself are not that person? If you were born into a woman’s body, how do you know what it feels like to be a man, something you literally cannot be?

I wish you the best of luck with your community that’s remained free of harassment and seemingly has no spaces or places people want to protect. I would hope that you are kind and understanding to those of us whose communities have been harmed, whose sexualities have been cause for harassment, and whose places and spaces have been usurped by trans individuals. My community includes LGB individuals who have faced those trials.

And again, if you’ve not faced a predatory gender medicine professional, mazel tov. You are not the only human here. I did not write the post specifically talking about you, as I do not know you.

I appreciate your willingness to come and info dump at me about your life, though. Feel free to come back around if you have more feelings you’d like to share.

[rebelwheelssoapbox]

The Proposed New York State Mask Ban Is An Attack On Freedom, Safety and Marginalized Communities: A Letter to Gov. Hochul

12/24/24 Hello Governor Hochul,

Happy holidays to you and your family 

I am writing to you as a disabled and Jewish constituent regarding the proposed NY state mask ban. 

I am sure you know many people in NY (as well as the rest of the country) are immensely stressed out by the incoming Trump administration and the destruction that will ensue. People are experiencing a great amount of anxiety especially since there are plans to further attack marginalized communities including the disability community. 

And I have to say I was absolutely horrified to find out that my own state government is moving forward with a vote for the proposed mask ban bill. A bill that will also cause further stress and harm to many marginalized people, which is the opposite of what we need from our local government right now. 

JEWISH SAFETY I've heard it's being done in the name of Jewish safety, which I find to be such a perplexing statement. Does my local government believe that Jewish people cannot get COVID? I can assure you we can. Does my local government think that you cannot be disabled, immunocompromised, and Jewish ( & thus require the protection of a COVID mask?) We do. Does my local government not know that you can be Jewish and Black (among other intersections)? Considering that the language of the bill is quite vague and thus up to the police to interpret and enforce, this will only lead to further profiling, harassment, and even violence. This is not what safety looks like.

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ISLAMOPHOBIA I am concerned for The Muslim community in New York who already I'm sure as you know experiences a great deal of Islamophobia. And while of course not all Muslim women cover up, a lot of them do and they get a lot of stigma for it. A stigma that is only going to get worse if a mask ban goes through considering it associates covering up your face as "deceitful" and criminal. 

LGBTQ+ I am concerned for the queer and transgender community who already deal with police violence and harassment. This will only make that worse.

COVID Not to mention it will only lead to more COVID cases. As much as we would all like for COVID to be over with, and believe me I wish it was, the truth is, it still exists. And even if your symptoms are mild, you can still get Long COVID which can cause a great deal of medical and financial strain on a person. Not to mention that, you can be asymptomatic and still pass it on to others. New York State doesn't need more COVID.

Our healthcare system is already overwhelmed and there are already massive delays in getting doctor appointments. The system doesn't need more people getting ill because the local government has made it illegal to protect themselves & others via COVID masks.

MASK STIGMA & HARASSMENT It will also lead to further stigma and harassment for those who wear a mask, which is already happening. We all saw it happened at the Nassau County Mask Ban hearing. And I know some people from Jews For Mask Rights who were mocked, harassed and discriminated against for wearing a COVID mask. I myself often experience men who think they're being so clever when they see me in a COVID mask and cough in my direction with the intention of intimidating me. This will only get worse if the mask ban goes through 

PROTESTS I also find it to be dangerous and disturbing that the mask ban would make covering up your face at a protest illegal. The people of New York especially marginalized communities will only face greater amounts of discrimination and oppression in the next four years, and they should not have to choose between protesting their own & other's oppression and protecting themselves and their community from COVID. But that's exactly what this mask ban is saying. 

CRIME As far as preventing crime, does my local government really think that a person who is that desperate to commit a crime is going to not commit the crime because it's illegal to cover up your face? If you're going to engage in criminal activity that you know is illegal, doing one more illegal act by covering up your face is not going to stop you.

WINTER Where does the mask ban end? It's currently winter as I'm sure you know in New York state and at times it's so cold that you have to cover up your face, even wearing a balaclava and scarf. But under the language of the mask ban, this is considered deceitful and a misdemeanor crime

FOUR PEOPLE TOGETHER IN PUBLIC WITH MASKS ON IS A CRIME? Every New Yorker should be able to go out in public and protect themselves from COVID. But the way the mask ban is written, if I were to meet up in public with three of my friends (or family members) and we're all wearing masks (which I would need them to do), that would be against the law. And not only could we get a fine, which I personally would have no way of paying since I am on a low and fixed income, but we could also get jail time because the bill makes it a misdemeanor crime b. Jail time for wearing a mask against COVID! 

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IN CONCLUSION What New Yorkers need from our local goverment, especially those of us in marginalized communities, is protection not further oppression and attacks. And that's what this proposed mask ban bill is. And if our local government truly wants to reduce crime, then we need to address the root issues as to why crime happens in the first place, not look for some "quick fix" that will only cause more harm. 

I hope you will do what you can to stop this mask ban bill as it is not the answer to anything. 

Thank you for your time. I hope to hear a response from you. TAKE ACTION: https://covidadvocacyny.org/stopmaskbanny https://www.jewsformaskrights.com/ https://masktogetheramerica.org

[opabiniawillreturn]

genuinely - why do you as a bisexual woman (amongst many other bisexual female radfems) do all you can to empathise with LGs more than you do your own community? not once have I actually seen you begin or contribute to a discussion on the experiences bisexual women have in radfem spaces, or our experiences with TiMs (which ARE different from the experiences lesbians have with them, and which should be paid attention), or any discussion on bisexual women at all other than ‘teehee omg purple and pink and blue omg it’s like the flag xD’ or ‘omg bisexual women should kissy lesbians and we all should wuv each other teehee!!!’. the amount of radfem women who claim to be bisexual on this website and then do the most they can to refute/ignore/belittle our struggles while leaping in front of bullets to defend homosexual males who would never fucking DREAM of doing the same for same-gender attracted women is absolutely baffling to me. frankly, there’s no community at all for bisexual radfems in any radfem space I’ve ever encountered, and we can never speak about ourselves and the experiences WE face, yet we’re expected to 1) defend everyone else and then 2) sit back and watch in silence like good obedient girls while everyone else blames us or demeans us or speaks over us or ignores us. even this ask alone will be enough to incite people in your replies or reblogs and incite posts by mutuals and followers who will leap at the first opportunity to roll their eyes about bisexual women whining and complaining, as though we’re somehow ‘privileged’ above all others for our attraction to males. in fact, you’ve done it yourself to bisexual women who’ve sent you messages on this topic before. genuinely, why is this?

short answer: what I do on my own blog is my choice. unfollow me if you don't like it

(for this next part I will simply say "bisexuals" and "homosexuals" to shorten it instead of saying "lesbians and gay men." if this is bad wording, lmk and I'll edit it)

long answer: bisexual women have privilege over homosexual people. the presence of opposite sex attraction in our sexuality provides us with privilege in a society that prioritizes heterosexuality.

many bisexuals refuse to even acknowledge that privilege, leaving homosexuals feeling excluded from a community that they can (at least somewhat) relate to. this exclusion is exacerbated by the current trans movement, which boasts "progressive" homophobia 24/7.

while bisexuals are also affected by this (eg. bisexuals will always date trans people because they don't have a "genital preference"), it is nowhere near the level of severity or homophobia that lesbians and gay men face from this (mostly bisexual) crowd on the daily.

my focus on homosexuals is not the result of a lack of community or understanding with the bisexual community, but my acknowledging my own privilege and how I can use it to support + protect homosexuals in the community. if you can't understand that, then maybe this blog is not right for you.

any lesbians or gay men who wish you comment on this post (including criticisms of what I've written), feel free!

[l-g-6-5]

I am not usually one to hunt down posts that I hear people talk about, but I feel VERY strongly about this, so I have to write this out. I usually wish to be cordial, but I cannot be kind in good consciousness.

First and foremost, I can't believe I have to say this:

THE ACTORS ARE NOT OKAY WITH SHIPPING.

I am not saying that all shipping is forbidden. Obviously, there are a few exceptions stated by the crew, but for the most part, shipping is off limits. Any decent person can accept that.

'But LG what about what you've endorsed and put up with?' First, I made sure the actors or those were okay with ships before doing anything with them. At some point, a series/property is big enough to not consider the actors in it, but The Mandela Catalogue is a small series with smaller creators. It's not that hard to respect boundaries.

Now, as the resident Lore Maniac, I am about to unload on your tags.

The lesser of two evils: the Mark and Cesar one. They were from a point in the series where it was just Alex and his friends. Is it not weird to put two friends, that are strictly friends, in a relationship? This is also an issue with Tumblr and their constant need to push people together, even if they express that they are not okay with it. On top of that, Cesar himself was never stated to evil. In fact, the only thing we know about Cesar is that he's Mark's friend. Everything we do with him is speculation or us interpreting the Alternate as him. Alex has stated that Cesar is still alive (albeit, maybe retconned), so we still have yet to see what he is really like.

Now, for Adam. First of all, someone didn't know that Gabriel Linan (Jonah's actor) was controversial and it shows. Ty WAS okay with Jonadam until Gabriel got into controversy and left the crew. This part is off of memory, so please, forgive me (fellow decent people) if I misremembered anything. Remember that real people are showing their faces for these guys.

As for Adam hating Jonah? Boy (gn), he gets along with NO ONE. He and Evelin broke up due to him being an ass. He still says Evelin was in the wrong for their breakup, saying she was crazy. Sarah and Adam were cordial, but he clearly did not respect her boundaries. When on their first case, Adam used an audio lure to get the hands to come out, which made Sarah panic. If you read his journals on the Mandela Tech site, he calls her a coward and actively worked to replace her with Jonah. And here, you can tell he hated Jonah from the get-go. He only saw him as a 'random stoner' that was to replace Sarah on his investigations, but puts up with him because 'not a lot of people down to risk their lives i guess'. And let's not forget how he reacted when he got home from the volume 2 call. He casually brings up Jonah being dead to Sarah, who goes off because Jonah clearly enjoyed Adam. This goes as far back as Volume 2, really, as if you see the meme video 'Adam and Jonah's First Case', you can tell, even as a joke video, Adam did not like Jonah at all. He put up with him, snapping at him for getting rowdy after trying to keep a professional tone, and when he audibly begins to regret this decision ('I should have gone to law school' and 'I wasted all this time'), he snaps again ('JONAH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP'). Yes, the interaction of this video is cranked to 11 and is not canon, but every good joke has a bit of truth in it. The fact Jonah annoyed Adam was a funny joke before, but with the context of him seeing Jonah as a random guy that is willing to die on the field for his own aimless quest, this is not-as-funny behavior.

In addition, the messaging app in Volume 4 is a lot of signs of his interactions. Sarah and Evelin both are reacting negatively. Jonah had cordial messages. Then you see Amanda, she told him 'Fuck you. You will get what is coming.'. Tyler was clearly talking to Adam about Face Studio 2, and that could be going either way. Noah was talking to him about Left 4 Dead 2, which, while it is normal behavior, could partly be that he is reaching out because all his other friends don't play or are dead. Aka: Adam's the only option for a competent partner to play with. Considering he never messaged back, that tells you how much he cared. For the most part, Adam doesn't see value in his relationships. He only really cared about finding his mother.

Also, it makes sense because Adam is not human and is less likely to be able to grasp respect and boundaries.

TL;DR: Respect the full lore, respect the creators, fuck you. Blocked.

this is not the biggest concern or anything but i would really love it if alex kister would stop sacrificing the integrity and continuity of his series just to dissuade queer people from making queer ships because he wont admit hes homophobic...

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Request round 4!! How about babyspace regressor fujin who needs diapers headcanons please! - @plankydreamingcorner

Round 4!! Fight!! >:D

^ Wait, stop, that evil face is so cute <3

A quick restate from my last Padded Request:

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Babyspace Regressor Fujin Who Needs Padding  Hcs

☁️ While Fujin mostly regresses to a bigger kid headspace, even Gods need baby days (a lot of baby days, let's be honest)

☁️ Especially Gods with Brothers always keeping them in check, making sure they're doing their ‘Godly Duties’ instead of being able to just dance in a flower field 🙄

☁️ Fujin first baby regressed around Raiden, so it wasn’t the scariest thing in the world, because Raiden has Babyspace watching experience, but it was a little scary being small like that for the first time

☁️ But he does really like baby regressing!! Especially after a really long, hard day of whatever duties he had to fulfill :(

☁️ Fujin found out about padding when Liu Kang started using it!

☁️ He could see how embarrassed and upset Liu was over it, so he made it his mission to do some research on his own to help him!!

☁️ He tried, key word is tried, to use padding by himself, secretly, but Raiden apparently knows everyone's business, for some reason 🙄 (also Fujin was acting suspicious and he wanted to make sure his brother was okay)

☁️ Raiden did not mind at all, a little shocked sure, but that’s his baby brother

☁️ I think Fujin would either like normal padding, or maybe small clouds and such

☁️ (^ I also think it helped Liu Kang accept needing padding, because someone he looked up to used it as well)

☁️ Fujin doesn’t necessarily have accidents? Maybe a few during naptime, which he gets a little fussy about

☁️ He more wears padding for comfort and to help him regress that small, which was why he was nervous because he felt like he didn’t have a ‘good reason’

☁️ ^ He got scolded for those icky thoughts, what helps him helps him, period, he’s not harming anyone

☁️ Fujin isn’t necessarily embarrassed about using padding, especially since he has many people who’ll shut others up, but only a few select know

☁️ Baby Fujin needs watching, like, needs needs watching

☁️ Normally Fujin is a little bit independent while regressed, but also very cuddly

☁️ Baby Fujin? He doesn’t like being alone, it’s kinda scary :(

☁️ Baby Fujin, surprisingly, likes to run to Kung Lao when he’s feeling that small (I like their imaginary friendship)

☁️ Kung Lao can do pretty hair styles on him!! And he won’t mind when Fujin leans all over him!!

☁️ He also won’t mind pulling small pranks that Fujin can still do (like too much salt in coffee . . . Sonya got mad at them)

☁️ He also goes to Johnny!! (I recently found out of their friendship)

☁️ Johnny won’t let him watch any of his super cool big kid movies, but he’ll let Fujin play games on his computer!! :D

☁️ Or he’ll put on a movie, and they’ll snuggle up . . . And Fujin might fall asleep

☁️ A bit of a sleepy baby, ngl

☁️ He has so many nice, soft, fluffy blankies!! It’s too hard sometimes to keep his eyes open :(

☁️ Fujin’s more of a softer regressor in general, but he becomes very soft while in babyspace

☁️ He has a personal made paci, an activity he actually really ends up enjoying, and it’s so pretty!! Light blues and white designs!!

☁️ . . . Although he’s also a little bugger at times, and maaaay or may not decide that Nightwolf’s arm needed some loving (biting) <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

So sorry if he seems a bit out of character!!!

[theholycakehole]

Impulsive Decisions || Dream x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Dream x GN! Reader

Warnings: None! Well its my first Dream fic and it hasn’t really been edited so maybe that should be a warning lol but mostly just fluff :) Also use of irl names, idk how Dream feels about that so please let me know if I should change it! :)

A/N: Heyyyy... Long time so see! Um... so here’s a dream fic! I am done my first year of uni now so if yall wanna start up some requests I can try and do that again? Probably will mostly be along the lines of the Dream SMP or maybe even other streamers since that’s what I’ve been interested in lately. My requests have never really closed, I’ve just been inactive, but I’ll try to start writing again!

It was a long night of shifting between games with friends and discord conversations. I combed my hair back as my eyes grew tired as the screen shifted to a victory for the imposters. I sighed leaning back in my chair seconds before I got the last kill of the game, earning Karl and me the win.

“Wow…” Rae spoke up as everyone began to unmute.

“S/N??” Sykkuno piped up from his side of the call. I let out a little tired laugh as I returned to the main lobby.

“I think that was LG for me guys,” I spoke out hearing a few pleas against it. “Sorry, I’ve been streaming for like…” I trailed off checking the time, 12:30, “6 hours now? I’m ready for bed, honestly.”

“I should probably do the same,” Dream spoke up, him being in the same timezone as me.

“You guys really should leave the east coast, PST is where it’s at.” Corpse mumbled as I opened back up my stream chat.

“I know, I know, but I can’t get myself to leave my hometown.” I laughed out as I skimmed over my chat reading the goodnight wishes and the thanks for streaming messages.

“Well, I live on the east coast and I’m fine to stay up.” Karl joked as I let out a yawn.

“Does anyone have any fills?” Toast asked. “If not we might have to end it here.”

“Toast aren’t you in the same time zone as me right now?” I asked out. “Go to bed.”

“I don’t need sleep, S/N.” He commented back.

“Ok fair.” I chuckled as my little character ran around the lobby before going to the computer and messing around with the skins and hats.

“Sorry guys, I think all my fills are done for the night.” Corpse explained to the lobby.

“Its no worries we can always play another time!” Rae reassured everyone. “Well, goodnight everyone!”

“Goodnight!” Everyone chimed before signing out of the call.

I muted myself and ended my stream, forgetting to leave the call. I thanked the donos and read chat, making tired comments. I answered a few questions I managed to catch in the chat before ending the stream. As I was about to leave discord I saw that Dream’s little icon was still in the call with me.

“Lurking much?” I joked as I unmuted my mic.

“I thought you were going to bed?” He remarked with a small laugh.

“Eventually, I just couldn’t use my brain anymore after that last game.”

“I don’t blame you, you played well, y/n.” Using my real name rather than my stream name clarified that he wasn’t streaming either. “If you’re not too tired, we can stay on the call if you want?”

“I’m down, honestly, I’m just winding down before bed.” I mentioned as I checked my phone, opening a few social media apps to catch up on what I missed since starting my stream.

“So, y/n when do you plan on visiting? Sap and I are still waiting for you to come down.” He questioned, causing me to look up from my phone, closing it before setting the device back down on my desk. His camera obviously was not on but I found my attention on his discord profile picture.

“Soon, Clay.” I laughed leaning back in my chair and tucking my legs up to my chest.

“You said that last time.” He laughed a little more tired this time.

“Flights can be expensive, especially so last minute.” I made an excuse as I looked over to my second monitor and found myself googling flights.

“I literally told you I’ll pay for your flight to Florida, y/n.” He teased as I hummed in response, my attention mostly on the travel website I was looking at.

“I’m a big girl Dreamwastaken, I can pay for my own flight.” I chuckled before closing the website.

“Y/n your classes are done now, you have all the time in the world, leave Canada and come visit, please?” I smiled at his question before letting out a yawn.

“Fuck it.”

“Wait really?” Clay piped up, shocked and excitement evident in his voice.

“You made a really convincing argument. When do you want me to visit?” I asked before re-opening the tab and looking at prices.

“Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Thats not happening Clay.” I laughed before finding a date and hovering over the purchase button. “How about the weekend? It gives me time to pack and get some things sorted.”

“Yes! Perfect! This is so exciting y/n!” He smiled, his voice raising a little bit which caused me to laugh. We sorted out the details and eventually booked the tickets and talked about how excited we were for me to come to Florida.

I’ve known Dream for a couple of years now, mostly through streaming with friends. Obviously, I knew of him before because of the Dream SMP and how popular it got. But through the years we have grown close, this even confused fans. Shipping was natural and happened quite frequently, which we ignored in the beginning, but as time passed feelings began to grow. We never talked about it but the flirting and the comments we’d share both on stream and off-stream just felt so right.

We were both faceless content creators, and being this close was quite strange as we have never met or let alone seen each other in person. As I packed my clothes a couple of days later I felt the nerves settle in. I shook off the panic of what if he doesn’t like me or think I’m attractive enough. But it was hard to shake.

I found myself jittery as the plane began to descend. I peered out the window looking at the ground as it grew closer and closer. The nerves grew more and more intense as I knew Dream was the closest he’s been to me since we first met. I felt myself smiling through the panic as I reached to grab my backpack under the seat in front of me.

When we finally were able to disembark the plane I quickly texted Clay that I was here and told him that I was wearing a f/c hoodie so they could find me. I tried to find the baggage claim as I followed the people who were on the same flight as me. My phone buzzed in my pocket telling me that Clay responded.

‘Sap and I just pulled in, see you soon!’

I smiled at his text message and the nerves went crazy, but a huge smile was on my face at the same time. I opened Twitter and quickly started a new tweet to show my audience that I was on, in fact, a last-minute trip. I attached a picture I snuck as I disembarked the plane and made a quick caption before posting and pocketing my phone.

My phone began to buzz from notifications as I plugged in my earbuds and played my music while I tried to locate myself through the airport. As I finally found the baggage claim I stood by one of the conveyor belts and scanned over the luggage trying to find my own. A couple of minutes passed before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, pulling out my earbuds to see the face of one of my streamer friends.

“Y/n?”

“Sapnap!” I smiled before pulling him in for a hug.

“Hey, how was the flight?” He asked as we pulled apart and stood waiting for my luggage.

“Long enough, I’m just excited I’m here now.” I smiled as I pocketed my phone after wrapping the wires from my earbuds around it.

“Trust me, so are we.” He smiled in return. I saw my suitcase and quickly went to grab it, Sapnap helping me as well. “Clay is in the car, we were struggling to find a parking spot so he pulled up and is waiting for us.” He informed me as he took my suitcase and helped me wheel it out. “He’s nervous.” He mentioned as we grew closer to the doors.

“Trust me, so am I. Other than people in my everyday life, you two are the first to see me in person, or even my face.” I said as I fidgetted with the strings of my hoodie.

“You’re in good hands, y/n, try not to worry.” He smiled softly at me.

We exited through the doors to see a vehicle parked up to the curb. I felt the nerves build up in my stomach as a head of ashy blonde hair exit the car door. A smile found its way onto my face as my eyes lit up. As the man walked around the car he stopped in his tracks and replicated the same, bright smile, green eyes lighting up. I stopped everything and bolted forward pulling Clay into a tight hug.

“You’re finally here.” He muttered into my h/c hair, pulling me in tighter.

“I’m finally here.” I smiled into his green sweatshirt, feeling at ease.

[hollowsart]

ALRIGHT! Now that I’m basically far enough into the post-game plot for Legends, I can finally respond to this anon [under a cut for spoilers]:

Hi, I have possibly an inkling as to whom might have sent this as a means of furthering spoiling the game for me despite me not wanting to be spoiled at all.

However, if I am mistaken and you really are not who I think sent this, here’s my very honest and to the point answer, and thank you so much for being patient to see my thoughts on this whole thing!:

Volo is a cheap discount bootleg Cyrus and I will revoke his kneecap privileges.

A slightly more detailed answer to this little plot twist regarding Volo:

This plot twist I feel wasn’t really necessary?? Like.. At all. I haven’t yet completed the story and only just got to the Celestica Ruins with Volo, but MAN. I knew I didn’t like Volo from the start and now I have even more reason not to.

Cyrus is a REALLY GREAT character and villain and this plot twist is just watering down his character and putting Cynthia’s coat of paint on him, giving him a new name and saying “This is a new character!! :)”

They COULD have done something brand new, but nope. they just.. “The world is cruel and I lived through heck and back. I’m going to catch god and make a new and better world. One where there is no strife.” just rehashing Cyrus’ whole ideal but really without any real good reason. Unlike with Cyrus whose story does make you understand and feel for reasoning and ideal. Even if he’s been talking big about vague ideas and concepts just to get people to tag along, he was an actually GOOD and INTERESTING character. Very compelling character, too, that just really makes you wanna know what happened to him and where he’d gone off to in all this time since DPPt.

I’ve said it once before that Cyrus is possibly one of a handful of the most complex and fascinating characters in the whole series and it still holds true. Watering down his character and slapping a smiling Cynthia face over him and calling him “Volo” (his name may come from a latin word to mean ‘I wish’ or ‘to greatly wish for’ but it just makes me think of the word ‘Volatile’ which seems fitting for him being a “villain”), is just disappointing. Although, I suppose only in my eyes, though, that makes sense since Cynthia is also a very disappointing character, namely as a champion. Never did hold up to the expectations I had from how everyone kept talking about her battle as a champion and the struggles people had trying to battle her.... honestly... I’ve had more trouble with Lance in FR/LG and he isn’t even a champion in those games.

STILL! I’m enjoying the game and just like with Cynthia, Volo doesn’t ruin my love of this game and enjoyment of playing through the story and all. In fact, it just makes it all the more fun in a way. Getting excited to beat them in battle any chance I get to actually battle them. Makes reluctantly having to interact with them all the more bearable just to battle them and win.

I do wonder if Volo will be just as much of a pushover as Cynthia is to me in the big final battle that I have a feeling is going to be coming up eventually.

[harryspet]

rogue angel [7] bucky barnes

[Warnings] bucky barnes x reader, forced age regression, daddy!bucky, kidnapping au, dd lg dynamic, angst, punishment, mommy!wanda, fluff, implied smut

A/N: this took forever but i finally waited for actual inspiration and the chapter ended up turning out better than I expected! there should be one more chapter left after this!

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word count: 3.1k

I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission. 

I will not use my stuffies in dirty ways without Daddy’s permission. 

I will not lie to Daddy about whether or not I’ve touched my princess parts. 

I will trust Daddy to take care of my needs. 

You adjusted yourself, trying to use the power in your legs to keep you steady. A pink rope tied your wrist and arms together and was also keeping your upper arms tightly bound to your torso. You struggled to keep the chalk steady as you wrote the same lines of words over and over. 

Bucky didn’t outwardly say this was punishment. He said the two of you were only playing teacher and student in his office but you knew you weren’t writing these sentences for nothing. You promised yourself that, when you got back to your room, you’d check all your stuffies for recording devices. 

That was the only way he could’ve known that you touched between your legs without his permission. You pressed yourself closer to the board, your hand beginning to shake as you went onto the twentieth line of words, “Daddy, I don’t like this game,” You pouted, turning your head towards him. He was leaning against his desk but his eyes were focused, not on your face but on your body. 

You could tell something changed in his eyes when he saw you in that white button-up and plaid skirt. Those black, high-knee socks did a lot of favors for you too, “What did I say to call me, brat?”

You pouted, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s right, keep going,” You huffed, continuing to write. You liked when Bucky was soft and caring with you but this new side of him was causing you confusion. Due to what was happening between your legs, you could tell it was a good confusion. 

You pressed your thighs together but even rubbing your thighs together was creating that same friction. As you bent over, your thighs tight together, you could feel it. You hoped Bucky didn’t notice as you continued to write. 

When the chalk fell from your hand and down to the wooden floor, you heard Bucky click his tongue. You looked to him and he slowly pointed his finger down, “Get down and pick it up,” 

You felt his gaze burning into your skin as you slowly attempted to kneel down. Without your arms, you thought you might lose your balance, but it seemed Bucky was enjoying your struggle. As your knees touched the floor and your white panties seemed to dig even more into your crotch, you winced. As you leaned down, it seemed to dig in even more. 

I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission. 

But oh how you wished you could. Bucky saw the way your hips moved, how you tried to run from the sensation, “You’re like a little bunny, aren’t you? Wanting to hump everything in sight,” Bucky teased and your cheeks heated up. 

Bucky stood up straight and began to walk closer. You still struggled to grab the chalk, your heart beating out of your chest as he neared. You yelped as he grabbed the rope that wrapped around your back, effectively yanking you back up, “Get up, c’ mere,” With Bucky’s help, you shakily got back to your feet, “I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Bucky led behind his desk and he took a calm seat in the expensive leather chair. He looked you over again, how your breast poked through the white t-shirt and how high your little skirt had ridden. He knew how dirty your thoughts were but those little pigtails in your hair and that soft look on your face could have anyone fooled. 

Bucky grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer, “You know, as your teacher … I probably shouldn’t touch you here …” As you felt his hand on your bare thigh, moving higher and higher you started nodding uncontrollably.

“Please,” You begged, “I’ll be good from now on, Sir. I promise.”

Bucky leaned back his chair, removing his hands and your body felt so cold without his touch. He sighed, “I think your attitude still needs a little adjusting …” 

You took matters into your own hands, moving to get down on your knees as you settled between his legs, “I’ll do anything to show you,” Bucky smirked, “Please, Sir?”

Bucky looked you over for only a moment, admiring your puppy dog eyes, as he began to undo his trousers, “If you can do this well,” Bucky leaned forward, grabbing your chin as he pulled you closer to his crotch, “Maybe I’ll let you hump my thigh … you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, that ache between your legs begging to be satisfied. Bucky taught you how he wanted to be tasted and all the ways to properly take him into your mouth, “Good girl.”

+

“The trail’s gone cold.”

Bucky ran his tired hands through his beard as he pressed the phone closer. 

“I don’t understand. How can there be nothing after all these weeks?”

“This is a good thing,” Sam said, “This probably means that whoever is looking for her has given up. I wouldn’t worry over this, Buck.”

The call ended with little more to be discussed. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath, as he tried to stop his racing thoughts. As he heard the pitter-patter of your feet coming down the stairs, he looked up. He glanced down at his watch, realizing it had been an entire hour since you went down for your nap. He was hoping for more time to gain his energy back. 

“Hey, Angel,” Bucky greeted you. Looking at you in the shimmering, star-covered sundress Wanda had sent you, Bucky’s mood lifted a little bit, “I see you’ve gotten yourself dressed.”

“Of course,” You spoke nonchalantly, moving into the kitchen, “I’m a big girl, remember?”

“Huh, I don’t know if I remember that,” As you approached him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, missing his touch. It was only an hour that you were apart but you found yourself craving him constantly, “How was your nap, my angel?”

“Sleepy,” You giggled and a tired smile tugged at Bucky’s lips. Even with all the love in his eyes, you could tell something was off, “Are you … are you sad, Daddy?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to perk up, “No, just a little tired,” He said quickly, “What would you like for lunch?”

You tried to read the expression in his face. He was clearly hiding something in order to spare your feelings. You didn’t answer Bucky’s question, only grabbed his metal hand, and pulled him from the kitchen. Bucky’s eyebrows raised as you led him into the living room. 

You urged him to sit down and he reluctantly agreed, “Can I ask you what exactly you’re doing, little one?” You shushed him as you grabbed a blanket, tossing it over him. 

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee and a snack! You stay there and relax,” Somehow, that made Bucky even more worried but you pushed his shoulders back down as he tried to stand again. Luckily, Lucy was there so you grabbed the toy giraffe and placed it in the man’s lap, “I’m taking care of you now, Daddy. Lucy, watch and make sure he relaxes.”

Bucky looked down at the toy giraffe with a frown, “You’re leaving Lucy to watch me?”

You were already walking out of the living room, “And she’ll tell me if you move!” Bucky slouched down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. 

When you got back to the kitchen, you started rummaging around through the cabinets. The commotion was raising Bucky’s anxiety but you only replied to his concerns with shouting, telling him to relax. You’d seen him make things in the kitchen all the time so you thought it would be easy.

Although it took you messing up five cups of coffee to get one that didn’t take like hot water, you were getting the hang of things. When you returned to the living room, you had a cup of coffee in hand and a sandwich in the other, “Bon appetit,” You set the plate in his lap and handed him the mug. Clearly, Bucky wasn’t used to the dynamic so his initial reaction was a series of blinks and a blank stare. You sat beside him and watched as he took a sip of his coffee, “Two creams and two sugars.”

Bucky grinned, “You remembered. It’s good, Angel.” You perked up at the compliment though you buried your energy, not wanting to come off as too excited. 

The sandwich you made was merely two pieces of bread and a layer of peanut butter but Bucky explained it as, “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

You beamed at his words, “You mean it?”

“Of course, angel. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better?” You asked. The main reason you were doing this was because you sensed Bucky was sad. He always made you feel better when you were sad and you wanted to do the same with him. 

“Much better.”

It was true. He was so focused on the thought of losing you that he forgot to appreciate actually being with you. 

“Good!” You explained, “And we can even watch your sport shows. Or your news shows. Whatever you want.”

Bucky took a few more bites of his sandwich and a few more sips before setting them down on the coffee table, “There’s something I really want,” You leaned in with anticipation, “But since you’re a big girl, I’m not sure if you want to.”

Your lip pinched into a thin line as you thought about it, “What do you really want?”

Bucky shrugged, “You probably don’t want to sit in Daddy’s lap now that you’re a big girl. And you probably don’t need Daddy’s kisses.”

To Bucky’s shock, you instantly climbed into his lap, “Fine, I’m still your little girl,” Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you and you felt the tension leave his body.

“Forever?” Bucky asked, looking up as you. 

You nodded before leaving little pecks on his cheek. As you pecked his mouth, you giggled, “You taste like peanut butter.”

+

“I swear we did it three times before I could even get her out of bed … and then the bathroom. And then the kitchen. She doesn’t seem to ever be satisfied.”

Wanda laughed and Bucky’s explanation for why they were late to today’s playdate, “You’re not as young as you used to be Buck,” Wanda said, “This is the first time she’s ever experienced something like it, of course, she’s going to want to do it 24/7.” 

“At least she’s distracted now,” Bucky walked alongside Wanda as they watched their little ones ahead of them. You held Rory’s hand as the two of you explored the wonders of the aquarium. He had been here at least a hundred times so he was excited to tell you all the animal facts that he knew.

You found yourself tuning out at times, just to take in the beautiful animals and the ambiance created by the blue light. It was technically your first time out in public since Bucky took you from that town in London. You thought you might be a little more nervous to face the world but the feeling you had was quite the opposite. 

You thought you might be a little embarrassed to be your rainbow-colored t-shirt, jean overalls, and your high socks but no one seemed to pay you any mind. As soon as you got out of the car, Rory rushed over and complimented you and you did the same as you admired the whale on his shirt. The fabric read “I whaley love you”.

The four of you walked around for hours but you were having so much fun that it felt like a blur. You even saw a dolphin show and got splashed with water. A few times during the day, you glanced at Bucky and saw a genuine smile on his face. The two of you held hands during the show and he seemed to squeeze yours as he witnessed something amazing. It seemed like both of you were having new experiences today. 

All of you ended up in the gift shop after the dolphin show and Wanda calmly tried to explain to Rory that they’d have to leave the aquarium soon. Rory pouted and whined which you giggled at, “Five minutes, mister. And you can pick out one stuffie. One,” Rory nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand as he led you away. 

The gift shop's walls were covered in ocean animal plushies. As Rory looked through the multi-colored penguins, he asked you, “What are we going to do at your house today?”

It was still strange to think of it as your own house but you felt comforted by the fact that you had somewhere to belong. You had been anticipating your playdate with Rory for a long while. When Bucky was on the phone with Wanda, the two of you would constantly talk to each other. Rory was really the only “little” you knew and, even hearing about his day, would take some of your insecurities away. You were adjusting more and more every day. 

“We’re going to play with Archie and we’re going to make hot chocolate and cookies. My Daddy is going to make a big fire at night and we’re going to lay outside and look up at all the stars,” You were beaming as you spoke. Rory could sense your excitement simply by how much you were talking. Usually, he did all the talking between the two of you, “And we’re going to sleep in a big tent alllll night.”

Rory’s mouth was agape, “All night?”

You nodded, still smiling, “And my Daddy is going to make us french toast in the morning.”

“That’s awesome, I’ve never been camping before,” Rory said and you agreed, “Is Archie going to sleep in the tent with us?”

“Yeah, he’s going to protect us from the bears,” Rory’s eyes widened with fear and you giggled, “I’m just kidding.”

Rory ended up picking out a purple penguin, and as the two of you returned to your caregivers, you felt a sudden urgency. Bucky could tell exactly what that face meant. “Angel, do you have to-”

You nodded, your face heating in embarrassment, “I’ll take her,” Wanda interjected, holding her gentle hand out to you, “Rory, do you have to go too, bubba?”

Rory shook his head and Wanda continued to pull you along. She squeezed your hand, sharing a warm smile with you as she tried to gauge your excitement for tonight’s sleepover. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by her beauty when you talked to her but Wanda’s aura seemed to ease any tension you felt. 

She went with you to the gift shop bathroom. As you finished up and washed your hands, you walked out of the bathroom, deciding to wait for Wanda there. You crossed your arms as you waited, staring down at your Mary Jane’s. 

As you waited, you started to feel a gaze burning into you. For a moment, you were back in East London. You were searching for Hydra while trying to avoid the authorities hunting you. 

“Then you’re from Hydra?”

“They’ve been destroyed, Y/N.”

You remembered gripping the gun tighter, “That’s not my name.”

You could feel that gun in your hand. You could feel yourself pointing at him. At the time, you thought Bucky was the worse thing that could happen to you.

As you lifted your head, you found brown eyes staring into you. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared back at the man. They were cold and unforgiving. He was middle-aged, his brunette hair slicked down. Your eyes wandered down to where his hand rested on his hip. In his other hand was a brown notebook. 

Before you could recognize the familiarity of the book, you heard Wanda’s voice, “Ready to go, beautiful?” You looked at her nodding and she grabbed your hand again. As the two of you walked away, you looked back to see that the man had disappeared. Looking forward again, you took a deep breath and tried to forget. 

+

You watched from Bucky’s lap as Archie ran to Rory, and the happy camper began rubbing the dog's stomach. Wanda was sitting in her fold-out chair, sipping at her mug of hot cocoa. The night was growing colder but, with the fire and being in Bucky’s arms you didn’t feel it. Bucky tightened his coat around you, zipping it all the way up. 

You leaned your back into his chest, just to enjoy his warmth, “You don’t want to play with Archie and Rory?” Bucky asked curiously. 

Bucky felt you shake your head. 

“You’ve been quiet since we left the Aquarium and you haven’t eaten one marshmallow tonight. My baby must be sick, hmm?” He spoke to you in a teasing way but, as he heard your silence, he started to grow worried, “Angel?”

You turned your body, tucking your face into his neck, “I … I-I got a weird feeling,” Even talking about it, brought the feeling back. You wanted nothing more than to feel something else, “It felt like … like he was going to suck me back into that black hole.”

“He? Who made you feel like that?” Bucky became more concerned but he tried not to panic you. 

“The man outside the bathroom,” You explained and you felt Bucky’s grip tighten on you, “He was … scary.”

“Tell me exactly what he looked like,” Bucky stated, “Please, angel.”

You tried your best to describe the man, from his eyes to the clothes he was wearing, “He had this … book.”

“Zemo,” Bucky breathed, “Fuck, it’s Zemo.”

Bucky’s mind was racing and as you sat up in his lap, your eye wandered over his face, “Who is that?”

Bucky didn’t answer, only bit down on his lip. He thought for only a while longer before moving you and standing up from the chair, “Wanda!” He shouted, and the woman stood up, alert, “I have to go and you have to get her out of here. As far as possible.”

Wanda nodded, understanding. She clearly knew much more than you did, “Daddy?” You asked, pulling at his jacket. 

He looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Don’t be scared, angel. Daddy’s gonna take care of this.”

+

hope you enjoyed!! 

[rantingcrocodile]

i'm very grateful that you run this blog. i also just noticed your "bi women come first" in your about, which is a relief, because every single time i see a blog saying that about lesbians (*cough* lesb*hon*st-*rt lmao) i end up being right about a gut feeling telling me there's gonna be a lot of biphobia towards women specifically. anyway, we obviously don't know each other but i've been following for a while (and interacting from febcat) and from most, if not all, of your posts that i've read about bisexuality & biphobia, i feel very much understood. i feel like someone is advocating for us, especially on radblr where it's needed, and you handle criticism from lesbians who hate your calling out of their biphobia on anonymous confession blogs like it's no big deal!! you just brush it off... i really wish i could do what you do. not only am i not popular on febcat especially because it's just a sideblog, but also confrontation terrifies me and i like to think i'm tough but as much as i refuse to take bullshit from people i still take their words personally and it enrages me. in other words, i take inspiration from you but you definitely do it better. sorry for the rant, have a good day!! :)

Thank you so much!

I think it's just a mix of age and tiredness. I've reached a point in my life where I woke up to realising that bisexual women do not have boundaries. We give in to everyone else constantly, thanks to a mix of misogynistic female socialisation and biphobic socialisation that tells us to put everyone else first, at all times, and that we aren't allowed to complain about anything.

Unfortunately for biphobes, coming across a bisexual who does have boundaries and who won't accept those boundaries being steamrollered anymore will feel like it's somehow "oppression," because suddenly, they're faced with someone telling them that not everything always has to be about them, and there's another group that deserves equal care and support.

We talk about how women's rights actually does take away from men's rights, and the same is true for bisexuals: for us to have rights, that takes away from monosexual rights. It would stop systemic biphobia that straight people force upon us in all its forms, but it also stops LGB spaces simply being spaces that cater to the LG, and it means that instead of only bisexuals having to sit back and listen to things we can't relate to from the LG (i.e. being only same-sex attracted and the lesbian-only and gay-only experiences), the LG would have to sit and accept listening to things that they can't relate to (i.e. both same-sex and opposite-sex attraction and the bisexual-only experience) sometimes, too, where the LGB become equals in the space, instead of the B just sitting and constantly giving instead of being given anything.

Notice how often I'm criticised for "making it all about bisexuals" and "saying bisexuals are the most oppressed" when all I actually say is that the whole LGB are equally oppressed in different ways and that there should be no competition between us. The biphobes read equality and recognise that they would need to allow us space to speak and allow us space to be cared for alongside them, which means that not everything can be about them forever, and they don't want to let go of their superiority in LGB-specific spaces.

I'm just some random woman, I'm not anything special, and there will be someone in the future who ends up being much more radical than I am. But if I can make some others actually think and encourage them to become courageous, even for them to refuse to let their boundaries be broken, then that's all that I can really ask for. Reaching a single person online makes everything else worth it for me.

[oddduckthatgirl]

Prey

Warnings: SMUT! (It’s not so bad) Dd/Lg dynamic.

A/N: I wish my desktop wasn’t a turd and I wish mobile was better. I haven’t written anything smut wise in so so long. I don’t feel confident about it at all. But here we go. I was inspired by something and I couldn’t help myself .

It was always tough when Henry was working and you couldn’t always go with him right away. This time you had a few things to tie up when the Witcher had started shooting again. Originally, you would have been with him for almost the entirety. Thanks to a global pandemic, everything changed.

“Knowing I’ll have you in my bed after tomorrow makes these long days worth it,” he even sounded exhausted over the phone, “I always sleep better with your body next to mine.”

You smile as the heat spreads over your body, “Henry, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He moans, “never been accused of an inability to finish.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it,” phone sex was never enough, “I still need to finish packing.”

He clicked his tongue, “tsk tsk little one.”

An idea formed just in that instant, “without Daddy to remind me things get away from me,” you can’t help the yawn that escapes you.

“It is nearly bedtime after all,” he can practically see the pout on your face, “I know you’ve been a good girl while we’ve been apart. Let’s don’t start breaking rules now.”

“You’re right,” you roll your eyes imagining the smirk on his face, “as usual. I can finish packing tomorrow.”

He hums his approval, “that’s my good girl.”

Every time he says those two words, your core throbs, “you need some sleep too Daddy.”

“Indeed I do,” you can hear him shift in his bed, “I’ll call you again tomorrow just before bed. Make sure your travel arrangements are in order.”

“Yes sir,” the growl from him doesn’t go unnoticed, “good night. I love you. With all my heart.”

“And I love you,” he lets a contented sigh out, “with all my soul. Good night. Until tomorrow.”

You hang up and make another call, “Hey Leah, it’s me. Sorry, I know it’s late. Just talked to Henry and he doesn’t have a clue. No, no I believed you’d not tell him. So you’re going to pick me up from the station or do I need…..okay. And if we’re lucky, he’ll still be shooting. Thanks again for helping. See you soon!”

You hang up and begin to finish your packing. You knew you were coming in a day early but you hadn’t even thought about how you wanted to greet him.

He will be tired but you can tell how much he misses you. You pick an outfit from a section of your closet that rarely sees public view. You find something subtle and smile thinking of his reaction. Tomorrow will be something.

——————

You flop down in the passenger seat of the car just glad to be off the train, “thank again for doing this Leah.”

“Oh now, the way he sulks around….you surprising him will make his mood better.”

You smile and adjust your skirt. The flowing black and white fabric was soft against your skin. You had the smallest black shirt to match which hugged every curve. But what completed this whole look was the thigh high white socks. It also wasn’t so far out of your personal style that it would raise an eyebrow.

Leah had needed to make usual stops for Henry today so you found this as a perfect excuse to arrive early. She had already picked up groceries and a few other items he had needed. You smile and thought “guess that includes me.”

You make one stop at the house he’s renting during the shooting. You are able to drop your bags and freshen up for a second. Leah makes some calls and makes sure everything is in order, “right so they’re still working but I believe he’ll have a break by the time we’ve been there. Possibly we’ll beat them to that.”

“Good timing then,” makes your heart skip a beat. A small twinge of anxiety creeps in. You chew the corner of your bottom lip.

“Don’t worry love, he’ll be so happy you’re here,” she says as you walk back to the car.

Your mind is floating between memory and reality on the way. Thinking of all the conversations with him on the phone, how difficult it’s been being apart, and how much your body has missed his. Sure, the two of you have made attempts but your hands and toys aren’t the same as him. Although, even being able to hear him praise you was almost enough. You push your thighs together trying to fight the heat building in your center.

You snap a photo of your lips and send it to Henry with the text, “wish you were here.”

You hold your phone in one hand as the car stops, “come on then. It’s a little walk to his trailer and I’m not sure if they’ve gone to break or what’s happening.”

As you walk your phone vibrates. A message from Henry. The dork even sent a kissing face emoji. “Soon little one. Just getting ready for a small break. Call you when I get back to my trailer. Ten minutes?”

“Sure. I’ll be waiting,” you type. “He just texted me and said they’re just now taking a break and said he’d be here in like ten.”

“No time to waste then,” the two of you hurry to his trailer and Leah takes Kal from his kennel, “this one could use a walk anyway.”

You smile at her and wave your goodbyes. And you sit down and try to relax. You manage to take a couple of deep breaths and then you hear him.

“You certainly have timing. Kal, have you been good?”

“Of course he has. Do you expect less?I’m going to take him for a long walk so you can relax for a bit. I know he gets a little excited for Daddy.”

“He’s not the only one,” you whisper. God his voice makes you ache.

“You really are wonderful Leah. If I haven’t told you lately. You always take care of everything.”

You hear her thanks and mildly scolding him to take his break. His footsteps on the pavement make your body go rigid. The anticipation of him makes your skin feel electrified.

What you weren’t prepared for was the sight of him in full Geralt rig, as he called it. Sleeves rolled up past his elbows, those impossibly tight trousers. Complete with the amber contacts. Your eyes meet these strange ones and you feel the wetness begin to pool in your panties.

“My God,”he gets to you in a step and half and picks you up from where you were seated. He pulls you into a deep, wet kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth and hands pulling you into his body. He rests his forehead against yours and holds your neck in his hands, “you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be waiting. I’ve missed you.”

The way his hands are positioned is a silent que you both agreed on so you know when someone wants to play. You grip his wrists and squeeze as a signal to go forward. You pull back and play with the silver locks, “I’ve missed you too. How long do you have?”

He smirks, “twenty minutes, maybe thirty,” he runs his hands up your thighs. His fingers trace under the hem of your skirt, “did you pick this outfit for me sweetness?”

You nod your head as his hands wander under your skirt and grip your ass. Your breath catches in your throat and his fingers slide over your skin. “Please,” is all you can wheeze out.

He skillfully runs them down over your panties and grazes your wetness. You grip his shoulder as he circles your clit over the thin fabric, “so wet for me already princess,” he traces your earlobe with the tip of his nose, “But you know the rules. What is the rule about these, hmm?”

He pulls the waistband and it creates some friction along your slit. You squeak a cry of relief, “Little girls are supposed to ask what panties to wear.”

Fingers tease your hard nipples through your shirt, “do go on,” he places kisses along your cleavage.

You can’t help the ragged breaths you’re taking, “ if Little girls are allowed to wear them at all.”

He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you deeply, pushing you against the wall. He grinds his hips into yours; his arousal more than apparent. Heat spreads all over your body as his lips kiss any exposed skin he can find. He rucks up your skirt and places an open mouthed kiss on your clothed mound.

His eyes drift up to you. Those lenses make him seem more animal than man. His predatory gaze makes you shiver. He swallows thickly. “I love the way you smell Pet,” choosing to sound more like Geralt than himself. His fingers dance over the waistband of your panties, “take these off and then give them to me.”

He takes a step back and keeps his hungry gaze on you. With shaking hands, you reach under your skirt and slowly pull down your soaked panties. You hold them between your fingers and place them in his hand. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

“Good girl,” he says, “to be clear you won’t be wearing any of those for the foreseeable time. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, “yes Daddy.”

He smiles and softly kisses your forehead. He takes his trophy and slides them in the pocket of his jacket that is on a hook by the door. He wraps a thick arm around your waist and pulls your body to him, “I’m so happy you’re here. And I love this surprise.”

Before you can speak, he silences you with a finger against your lips. He pulls you into another maddening kiss. His tongue working in and out of your mouth in a way that weakens your knees. He pins you between him and the wall.

“You’ve been so good. I believe that calls for a reward,” his hand slides between your thighs. You spread your legs without being asked which makes him laugh low in his chest, “such a wanton little thing.”

You shake your head in agreement. You know better than to speak without permission right now.

“You will need to be as quiet as possible while Daddy gives you your reward,” his thumb circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you quake. He runs two thick fingers over your wetness, “this will have to do until later when you can be properly rewarded.”

He pushes his fingers into your core, never letting up on the motion over your nub. Your head falls against him and you bite your tongue to keep from moaning. You bring your head back up and lock eyes with him.

He begins his slow assault. Pistoning his fingers in and out of you. Your body responds to his touch almost instantly. You can feel the pleasure coiling in your center. He knows exactly where and how to touch you to make you come undone. You grip onto his shirt to ground yourself.

He captures your lips in his to cover the sounds he’s making. Every squelching stroke makes him grind into you as he grunts. You can’t control the rocking of your hips to meet his movement.

Your breath is coming in heavy pants as he pulls your shirt up over your breasts. He pulls them from your bra and clamps his mouth over your nipple. You gasp as his teeth add more sensation that goes straight to your throbbing clit. Your muffled whine only spurs on his hand. He releases your nipple and a new pulse runs through you.

“That’s it Princess,” your eyes pleading for release, “fuck. Do you know how much I love to watch you fall apart on my fingers? It makes me get hard even thinking about it. Who’s Daddy’s good girl? Tell me.”

His words reach your ears but the sound is beginning to be muffled. It’s getting harder to focus. You swallow, “I’m….oh, god….I’m your good girl.”

“Very good indeed,” he nips at your neck and collarbone leaving little red bite marks, “There you go, just like that. I can feel you squeezing my fingers but I know you’re waiting for permission.”

He slides his free hand up your back to your neck and forces you to look at him. He keeps the brutal pace between your thighs, “stay with me. Here. I want to see your eyes,” your face is heated, “cum for Daddy sweetheart. Cum for me.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, everything goes white. You try your utmost to keep your eyes on him. Your hips thrusting upward into his hand, feeling yourself pour out. The sensation moves up your spine causing your back to arch, pushing against his chest. Your hand tightens around his shirt as the ecstasy flows through you.

All the while, he never relents. He never takes his eyes off you, working you through your orgasm. He watches every move, every flex, matching his speed to what your body is asking for. He begins to slow as you tighten around him. He feels the fountain erupt from inside you and can’t help the immense pride he feels deep within himself.

He pulls his fingers from you as your body goes slack. He can’t help but to taste you from his fingers. He closes his eyes and darkly moans at your unique taste. He rights your clothing and places a gentle, warm kiss on your lips. Gathering you in his arms, he sits down with you in his lap and holds you against his body.

“You did so well for me little one,” he coos as he runs his fingers through your hair, “you stayed so so quiet and did as you were told. I’m so proud of you.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest, humming in appreciation of the praise. You feel as if you’re floating on air. The only thing that makes you sure you’re not is Henry’s hands. One is stoking up and down your back while the other is softly patting your bottom.

You feel so loved and cared for it’s overwhelming. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You try to hide your face but he won’t allow it.

“Now what’s this,” he sits you up in his lap with an arm still supporting your back. Concern lines his handsome face, “did I hurt you darling?”

“No,” you whimper as you lay your head on his shoulder, “I….I feel,” hiccuping as you speak.

“Easy now,” he cradles your head gently and helps you hold it back upright “deep breaths for me before we get upset. I’ll help you,” he talks you through a few cycles of breathing and feels the tension fade from your back.

You swallow and sniffle away the tears, “it’s just that,” your fingers pull at the edges of your skirt and you try to find what you want to say.

“It’s alright. You can tell me anything. Even if it sounds silly.” He pushes the hair back from your face and kisses your temple, “Daddy loves you. With all his heart.”

You take a shuddering breath, “I love you too. With all my soul,” you grab one of his hands and pull it to you, “when you hold me it makes me feel cared for and loved more than anything in the world. And it’s too much sometimes. And it makes me cry because I’m so happy.”

Even with the amber eyes looking back at you, the softness is there. He wraps you in his arms again and gently rocks you in his lap, planting kisses all in your hair. He hums something familiar and a smile spreads across your lips.

“Is that from Cinderella,” you yawn quietly as you cuddle more into him.

“Yes my love it is. I know how much it calms you and you’ve had quite the day,” he squeezes you tightly which makes you groan as your body readjusts itself.

A knock on the door pulls you both from the euphoria, “Mr. Cavill? Ten minutes.”

“Thank you,” he calls back, “guess that means back to work for me.”

Your lower lip juts forward,” not fair.”

“I know love, it isn’t. But we have tonight,” he holds you up so he can slip from underneath you. He pulls open a cabinet and pulls out a blanket and covers you, “Leah will be back with Kal any moment but I’m sure he would love a cuddle buddy. Especially if it’s his mum.”

You lay down and let him tuck you in. He traces the outline of your face and kisses the tip of your nose, “try to get some rest for I fear you won’t get any of it tonight.”

[lixiescheesestick]

[DD/LG Scenarios with Stray Kids]

a/n: I this because I wanted a scenario for each member. Hope you enjoy 😊 also the last 3 got a bit short sorry..

genre: fluff

wordcount: 2.4k

warnings: ddlg content // sfw this isnt really a warning but it's all little space scenarios

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Bang Chan

You knew Chan had been having it hard lately, comebacks and all giving him a hard time. His sleep schedule was quite wacky and when he did finally get to sleep, he'd often wake up to nightmares. They made him very anxious throughout the day.

When you were in little space, you didn't understand much of what was going on which Chan knew very well. He made sure to take care of you, and when nightmares occurred he'd keep them as hidden as possible. But when you were in big space you listened to what was on his mind and comforted him when needed.

Tonight was the first night he was sleeping at yours in a long time, and your little self was very excited for cuddles with your daddy. You spent the whole day playing and cuddling and watching Winnie Pooh. And when it came to bed time, you had your paci in your mouth and your favourite stuffie at hand. Chan made sure to give you a kiss on the forehead as he slipped in with you. Your body close to his as you drifted off together.

At around 3am Chan shot up, sweat drenched and breathing heavily. He tried to keep quiet, sobbing to himself silently before feeling your small hands stroke his bare back.

"Daddy.. are you okay?", you asked, slightly clueless in your little form.

Chan choked out a small yes, trying to control himself. Wiping the tears from his face only for them to be replaced with new ones as he remembered the dream.

You pulled his body to yours, holding his head to your chest and stroking his hair as he finally let his whimpers out. You tugged him gently, holding his curled up form in your eyes and calming him.

"I-I'm sorry babygirl… I should be the strong one in the relationship. I shouldn't be like.. like this."

You chuckled gently, kissing his forehead like he'd always do when you felt bad.

"It's okay daddy, I know that littles has to look after their daddies just as much as they look after us. What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I didn't look after you either.. hm?"

Chan looked up at you, brushing a thumb over your cheek lightly.

"Thank you, kitten. You're truly the best little girl anyone could ever wish for.."

Lee Minho

Minho was worried over the past few days. You hadn't been in little space in a few weeks and your stress levels were extremely high with exams and assignments stacked on top of each other. You never took any time for yourself and devoted everything to your school work.

Though after nearly a month, Minho had enough. He went to the shop and got you some banana milk and candies you liked to have when you were little. At home he then arranged a small snack set up, wanting to have a movie night with you. He'd get you there somehow whether you liked it or not.

Minho then slowly approached your office, knocking before going in, only to see you in the same position you had been in hours ago.

"Kitten?" he asked, testing the waters to see if you would slip any time soon.

"Mh." you answered, making him frown.

"Baby, let's get you out of this room. Huh? You've been sat in here for basically days and I really miss my little girl. Let's have a movie night with cuddles?" 

You furrowed your eyebrows, having to reread the sentence from before Minhos disturbance another two times.

"I can't right now, Minho I-", you were cut off by your boyfriend grabbing your chin and tugging it to make you look into his eyes.

"What did you just call me, hm?" Minho asked.

"I-I.. I'm sorry daddy.." you muttered, trying to avoid eye contact. Yet that only made Minho grab your chin harder and focus your eyes on him.

"And have you forgotten our rules, little Kit? What is rule number 1, hm?"

"Kitten must always look after herself no matter the circumstances…" you whispered.

"Louder." Minho commanded you, making your eyes well up as you slowly began to slip into your small headspace.

"Kitten must always look after herself no matter the circumstances… I'm sorry daddy." you said as you started crying.

You felt your boyfriend's arms wrap around your body and pull you into a hug before picking you up and rocking you to calm your sobs down again.

"Does my baby want to put on her onesie, get her paci and watch some movies with daddy?" Minho asked, knowing the answer.

"Mhm, please dada." you choked out, hiding your face in Minho's neck.

"And, kitten?"

"Mh?"

"You're a very good girl. Okay? I love you so much little one."

"I love you too daddy." you giggled, kissing your beloved daddy on the cheek.

Seo Changbin

Changbin had been whining about certain foods all week long, wanting to eat a homemade beef roast or some pork belly with delicious side dishes.

And that's what you wanted to do for him in big space today.

It had been a while since you had reached full grown up space, and now that you were there you really wanted to please your boyfriend with some nice food. You got all your supplies ready and started cooking, cutting up veggies and tossing them into a pan to roast them.

Then you wanted to cut up the cooked meat, shuffling through the drawers looking for the biggest, sharpest knife you could find (which you used for meat whenever you did cook).

You smiled when you finally found it, going back to the counter to cut up your meat. You got half way through when a loud gasp from the doorway surprised you.

"Princess! What on earth are you doing with a knife in your hands?!" Changbin screeched, pacing over and taking the knife out of your hands to which you started feeling small again.

"Huh? Daddy.. I'm a big girl though I just wanted to cook for you.."

Changbin shook his head, putting the knife to the side and hugging you close to his body.

"No no, you are my small little princess that I love with all my heart. So tiny and pretty. Hm? And little princesses don't use knives. Understood?"

You blushed, hiding your face behind your hands as you slipped into your small mindset.

"mhm! yes daddy..  I understand!" you giggled, pulling Changbin into an embrace.

Hwang Hyunjin

"Angel, are you done getting ready?" Hyunjin asked, checking his watch quickly.

"Mhm, here I am daddy." you said, skipping up to him in a casual outfit.

"Perfect." he muttered, holding out his hand for you to grab, which you did, as you started the walk to the grocery store a few blocks down.

"Alright, princess, what did we need again?" he asked. Of course he knew everything but it made you feel very responsible when you could count up the items on the shopping list.

"Nuggies, strawberry milk and daddy's grown up cereal." you said, taking a skip every few steps excitedly.

"That's right! Good girl."

You walked a little longer, talking about fun things you did with your studies until he had arrived home. After some time you finally arrived at the store and began walking around with a basket, searching for your items. 

"Okay baby, can you go get my cereal and I'll get your milk?" you nodded, skipping off in the direction of the cereals.

You looked up and down, not being able to find it until you got to the last shelf. You tried to get it, only then to realise how high up the shelf actually was. After a few tries, and multiple failures you gave up only to hear a chuckle from beside you.

You looked up to see Hyunjin, coming up beside you and effortlessly grabbing the box, chucking it into the basket.

"What's so funny?" you pouted, ready knowing what he was about to say.

"Nothing sweetie. I just think it's really cute how short you are!"

"H-hey! I'm not short at all!" you said, fake anger lacing your voice as you crossed your arms.

Hyunjin just proceeded to kiss your forehead and take your hand to keep you moving along.

"Yes you are, my short little baby." he chuckled, patting your head. You looked up at him angrily which made him laugh out loud.

Instead of doing nothing, you retorted by calling him a giraffe.

"I-, hey that's not nice. Get here!" he said as you began to run away. He laughed, searching through the aisles to find you.

"I'll get you some day shortie!" he mumbled, a large smile on his face.

Han Jisung

You sat up quick, sweat gathering on your cupid's bow as you awoke from another nightmare.

It had been a long time since you last had one, and it made everything worse when you looked to the left only to see your boyfriend gone.

"D-daddy..?" you muttered, tears gathering in your eyes as you grabbed your quokka stuffie and searched for your caregiver.

As soon as you left the bedroom, you could tell where he was. A crack of light shining through his office door. You walked over and pushed it open to see Jisung sat there, hunched over his laptop with papers lying around everywhere.

When you pushed the door open fully, it creaked loudly making Jisung whip around to see your figure stood before him.

"What are doing up so late, baby? Wasn't it bed time a few hours ago?" he asked, pulling you onto his lap as you shuffled over.

"I was asleep! I just woke up.."

"Why don't you go back to bed? Daddy will be there in a minute, hm?" he asked, and you instantly shook your head no.

"I don't want to sleep anymore..  sleep is bad dada."

"Why? What happened sweetie?" he asked, stroking your hair.

"I had a nightmare.." you whispered, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

"Oh baby, you can stay here then. If you need a nap just take one on my lap. I'll finish this up and when we get back to bed daddy will be there to keep you safe. Alright?"

You nodded, a smile gracing your face as you snuggled into him more searching for good dreams to fall asleep to again.

"Good night, babygirl."

Lee Felix

Felix had a hard time getting sleep lately. He'd often wake up for no reason and when trying to get back to sleep it deemed impossible without you by his side.

That's why this week turned out much easier for him. He slept through nearly every night. Apart from one.

Felix's eyes slowly opened as he stretched out, checking the time on his phone to see it was only 2am.

He sighed, tossing and turning a bit before looking toward your sleeping figure.

He really didn't mean to wake you up when he tried snuggling into your arms. It just happened.

"Huh? Can't sleep, daddy?" you sleeping muttered. 

He nodded his head as you brought your hand up to play with his hair gently.

"Mhm, I really need my baby to hold me, you know?" he muttered, getting comfortable in your embrace.

You kissed his forehead as he always did to you and held him close to your chest, continuing to stroke his hair.

"Get some rest." you mumbles as you both drifted off.

He finally fell asleep, smiling in the comfort of your arms.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin had just put you down to bed, giving him time to get ready on his own time. He really loved you, but he was generally always the kind of person that needed some time to himself at the end of the day.

He stripped of his clothes in the bathroom after having cleaned up most of the house, turning on the warm water of the shower and stepping under it. All tension that had built up slowly etching away.

That's when he heard the door open.

"D-daddy..?" you sobbed, making him instantly worry and pull back the shower curtain. Your trembling form before him.

He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist stepping out and pulling you into his arms.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? Anything dada can help with?" he asked, pulling you up onto the bathroom counter and brushing the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs.

"N-no.. when will you come to bed?" you asked, looking up at him with your tear filled eyes.

"I need to finish my shower and I'll be with you instantly. Do you want to stay sat here until I'm done? So we can know everything's okay?"

You nodded, giving him a tight hug before hugging the Platypus plush that you had been holding to your chest.

Seungmin got back into the shower, going through it as quickly as possible. When he got out he slid the sweats he wanted to wear to bed on, picking you up and carrying you to bed on his hip.

"Now, let's get some good nights rest, okay? If you need anything daddy is here baby." he said, tucking the both of you in before kissing your forehead.

"I'm always going to be there for you." he muttered before you both went to sleep comfortably. All your worries washed away.

Yang Jeongin

It wasn't often you woke up before Jeongin did, but when you did you always tried your hardest to let him get his rest. You didn't like it when your daddy was grumpy.

But today you were excited. It was Easter and you really wanted to go to the Easter egg hunt they were hosting in town.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" You shouted, jumping up and down on your shared bed before falling onto Jeongin's figure, your legs placed on either side of his torso as he slowly woke up.

He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and tugged you down into a warm hug before rolling around and giving you kisses around your cheeks.

"What's this? A little monster coming to wake me up? Who is this small cutie, huh?" he chuckled, pinning you to the bed beneath him.

"It's me, daddy!" you laughed.

"Hm.. you know what happens to monsters who wake up their daddy to early?" Jeongin asked with a smirk.

You shook your head, unsure of what was to come next. Just then you felt two hands at the sides of your stomach.

"They get tickled" he exclaimed, tickling your tummy. You giggled and writhed beneath him.

"Nooo!" you said between giggles.

Jeongin just laughed, stopping to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"My cute little monster." he said, only adoration reflecting in his eyes.