#I love lg and could talk for days about my feelings and ideas for any of them

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Can you please do anal with Klaus and Y/n

Or something like that

Maybe klaus fucks her with a vibrator up her ass

Of course if you’re uncomfortable I understand, after reading the highschool klaus I thought you might be someone who would write it

The Art Nerd

Modern!Highschool Klaus M. Pt.4

Warning: Smut! Anal sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, and tooth rotting levels of Dd/Lg sweetness from Daddy!Klaus

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‘Okay, let’s go mail them!’ Y/n grinned, hopping up and down excitedly, somehow she was more excited about me going to Art school than I was.

‘I still don’t like that you paid for this, I-‘

‘You need to let it go Daddy, I’ve already paid for your applications and it’s only to 3 schools. All of which you’re going to get in so it’ll be worth it!’

We’ve been together for a week now and in the last week Y/n has insisted I apply to art schools that I’m never going to get into. I know that she wants me to pursue my dream but I don’t know if I can take the rejection. All of the schools I would consider going to are extremely prestigious and competitive, they also only accept 150 kids every year but she insists that I try. I agreed to 3 of the applications of which she has helped me with the past few days, my top school however I refused to even apply. The price for the application was 150 dollars and Y/n had paid for the 3 I was sending already which cost 120. I hate her spending money on me, I should be spoiling her, that’s my job as her boyfriend, then again her parents gave her money instead of caring for her so she really didn’t need me to.

‘I love how optimistic you are for me Babygirl.’ I loved that she believed in me so much, though I hated how much she doubted herself. She had gone on and on to me about how dumb she is and I assumed she was failing out of school when she has a 3.8 GPA, however I convinced her to apply to schools in the same areas as the ones I am, with any luck we will get to at least be close if not get an apartment together.

‘I’m not optimistic, I’m realistic! You’re fucking talented Daddy, they would be stupid as fuck not to pick you!’ God I love this girl.

After mailing the applications for the both of us we ended up back at my house where Y/n had been staying with me for 4 days straight now.

‘You realize it’s going to be your fourth night staying here in a row, right?’ I questioned and she looked up at me from where she had sat on my bed, pulling out her math book.

‘Yeah…?’

‘Don’t you think we should talk about that?’ I changed into a pair of sweats and removed my shirt, getting comfortable to not do anything for the rest of the night since it was Friday and we could lounge around the entire weekend.

‘Oh…um, okay. I mean, I can go. I didn’t realize that you-‘

‘What? No! Y/n, no! I mean we should talk about you bringing stuff here if you’re going to be staying from now on. I can move some stuff and you can have a couple of drawers, you can bring your shampoo and shit so you don’t keep going home to shower. The shower thing is becoming very inconvenient as I would very much like to take a shower with my girlfriend, we are doing that tomorrow whether you like it or not.’ I teased, pushing her back onto the bed and lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I crawled over top of her.

‘Is that right?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Her eyebrows went up before I leaned into her neck, sucking a dark red mark onto her skin.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to get used to the idea then, won’t I?’ I grunted an affirmation while continuing to kiss her neck, trailing my hands up under her shirt. ‘We can go and I’ll pack a bag tomorrow if you’re okay with it. My parents won’t care, probably won’t even notice if I’m perfectly honest.’ She said it as if it was normal and she didn’t care but I knew deep down it bothered her a lot that her parents didn’t give a shit about her. ‘My god you’re a fucking horn dog!’ She teased, feeling my hard cock pressing against her pussy.

‘Yes, we know this. I’m a 17 year old boy, it’s common sense to assume that…I love you.’ I had previously told her that I love her in passing, teasingly but also serious however she looked at me shocked as she could feel how deeply I meant it.

‘Nik-‘

‘I love you. I’m sorry you don’t have enough people telling you that because you deserve it and it’s their loss that they don’t get to know what an amazing, generous and wonderful girl you are but I love you Y/n.’ She nodded slowly as if taking it in before a huge smile overtook her face.

‘I love you too Nik. I love you so much.’ She pulled me down to press her lips to mine hard. ‘You know what else?’ She asked against my lips and I pulled back to look at her.

‘What?’

‘I trust you.’ I felt honored by that, I know she has a hard time trusting people so to know she trusts me is a wonderful feeling.

‘I trust you too, and I would never hurt you. You’re my Princess.’ I trailed my lips down her neck, continuing to suck marks there knowing how much she loves and hates it, constantly having to cover them with makeup.

‘Maybe we try something new tonight?’

‘Mmm, like what?’ We’d only been together a week but we’d proved to be a very horny and adventurous couple. I couldn’t imagine what she meant by that.

‘Like maybe another hole?’ She whispered as I continued sucking on her skin until my brain caught up to her words and I pulled back, looking down at her in shock.

‘Really? You-you want to-I would need to stretch you out first.’ She shook her head, taking my hand and bringing it down to her pussy, my fingers grazing something against her asshole and I quickly realized something was already stretching her little hole out for me. ‘Fuck!’ I practically ripped her shorts and panties from her body to see the green jewel on the end of the butt plug that she knew was my favorite color. ‘You’re so fucking perfect, you know that? Are…are you sure?’ She nodded, grinning excitedly and I didn’t need to ask again, pulling my sweats and boxers down before moving to grab the lube I had in my drawer. I placed the bottle beside me before leaning down, ready to shove my face into her cunt when she pulled on my hair.

‘If you want to do that later, fine, but I have had a butt plug in my ass for almost 2 hours, and I’m already dripping. If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to God, someone is going to!’ Her tone was playful but I could tell how serious she really was and I growled, pulling the green jewel from her ass and hearing her whimper as it popped free.

‘Fuck!’ I cursed, seeing her hole open slightly and quickly squirting the bottle on my fingers, pushing them into her and feeling how tight she still was before practically filling my hand with it and lathering my cock in the slick substance. ‘You tell me to stop and I will, okay?’ She nodded firmly, determination covering her face as I lined my cock up with her hole and began pushing in, hissing at the tight squeeze. I had thought her pussy would kill me when I fucked her the first time, and now as I pushed all the way into her hole I’m thinking I may be reincarnated during this she’s so damn tight. ‘GodDammit! How many times have you done this?! Fuck you’re tight!’

‘Never…’ she whimpered and I froze, looking down at her in shock. I had just assumed, clearly incorrectly, that she had tried everything with James…and here I am in her ass for the first time.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that-‘

‘Don’t make it a big deal, I never trusted him…I love you Nik.’

I just stared at her for a moment in shock. It was one of the very few times she didn’t call me “Daddy” while I’m inside of her and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. ‘Y/n, I…my God Princess, I love you so fucking much!’ I leaned down to press my lips to hers and as I did we both cried out at the pressure.

‘I wish it had always been you, wish I could have given you my virginity-‘ I covered her mouth with my hand, resting my forehead onto hers as I took a deep breath.

‘You’ve given me everything that means anything Y/n, virginity is a fake construct created by men to shame women. You’ve given me your love and trust, your body is just a plus…a fantastic plus that I’m deeply in love with-‘ she smacked my ass as I teased her and made her giggle which only made me grunt as she squeezed my cock when she laughed. ‘Okay. Breathe.’ She nodded as I leaned on my arms and pulled back out of her, pushing back in again and not being able to stop the smile as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’ I pushed back in 2 more times before speeding my pace up a bit as she began to start moving as well, relaxing under me as she grew used to the new feeling and wrapped her arms around my neck.

‘Yes Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Ahh!’ I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I was determined to make her cum before I did, also knowing we would definitely be doing this again.

‘Are you gonna cum for Daddy, Princess? You gonna cum from Daddy fucking this tight little hole?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Yeah? Daddy’s fucking your tiny babyhole right now, I know that makes you want to cum! You need it!’ My hands gripped her thighs and lifted her legs up, pushing them onto my shoulders and she wailed! I shoved into her once more before her back arched and she squirt all over my lower body and the blanket which was the single sexiest thing I believe I had ever fucking seen and not a second later I was cumming right along side her, filling her asshole as full as I possibly could, crashing our lips together as we came.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in that position, unable to move until I felt her shiver against me. Being covered in cum in a basement with the air conditioner on is a bad combination, however I keep it on almost always as Y/n likes to sleep in the cold and be able to snuggle into my warm body under heavy, fuzzy blankets. It makes me feel like I’m in the arctic sometimes but I like how happy she is when we cuddle under 6 Sherpa blankets with a heavy comforter on top.

‘Hold on gorgeous, hold on.’ I pulled myself out of her gently and moved to the bathroom, washing my cock off from the pint of lube and cum before getting a wet cloth. I grabbed 2 pairs of my boxers and 2 shirts before quickly cleaning her off as well.

‘Don’t feel gorgeous, feel sticky.’ She mumbled, grimacing as I wiped her thighs, before sighing.

‘Well you are, gorgeous as always. Daddy’s perfect Babygirl. You’re the most perfect girl that’s ever walked this earth and I am the luckiest man in existence that you’ve decided that I am worthy of getting to love you.’ Her face blushed a deep red and I loved seeing how flustered she got when I said things like that. She deserved all the love in the world and for some reason she had never gotten any until me, so I will be making sure she knows how perfect she is every chance I get. ‘How do you feel? I didn’t harm you, did I?’ I wondered, lifting her legs and maneuvering the boxers up her body to cover her before sitting her up and pulling the shirt over her arms and head.

‘No Nik, I’m okay. A little sore but totally fine, wonderful, absolutely perfect! My Daddy made me feel so good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.’

‘Well that’s good, because you squirt all over me.’ I smiled, kissing her nose before seeing her eyes widen and quickly pressed our lips together before she could do something stupid like apologize to me. ‘It was hot, I would say the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen but I think watching my cock push into your asshole has to be the sexiest thing.’ I brushed her hair out with the brush on the bedside table before putting it up for her and removing the damp blanket on top of the bed that we had been on, laying a new one on top and crawling in beside her.

‘I love you Daddy…promise me we’re going to be together forever.’

I pulled her close, resting her head on my chest and kissed her head, my hand rubbing up her back. ‘I promise Baby, it’s you and me, Always and Forever.’

4 Months Later

‘Nik! Where are you?!’ I heard Y/n call from the front door. She had officially moved in a week after moving her stuff into my room and after seeing how much of an effect she had on me my mother didn’t mind at all, loving my girlfriend like her own child nearly instantaneously.

‘Kitchen with Elijah and Kol!’ I shouted back, pulling the potatoes out of the oven and finishing playing up our dinner for the night before my brothers tore into the rest.

‘Hey.’ She greeted, pulling me close and kissing me excitedly. ‘I have something for you.’ She told me, holding up a letter.

We had gotten all of our college letters back last week and surprisingly I had been accepted to all of them like she said I would and we had decided on Columbia university. It had an amazing arts program and she was accepted to a school not far, but as she seemed to be holding up a college admissions letter I was confused.

‘What’s this? I got all my school letters back.’ I said just as Rebekah walked in, hugging Y/n in greeting, they had become very good friends despite my pleading them not to.

‘What’s this about school? I thought you got accepted.’

‘I did…what did you do?’ I questioned her and now everyone was looking at us.

‘Well you adamantly refused to apply to the school you wanted to go to most of all and so I paid to get the admissions forms and forged your application. All I had to do was fill in your information and make a portfolio of 20 of your most recent pieces. I picked my favorites…I used my painting as well.’ She blushed and I just stared at her for a moment.

‘That cost $150 Y/n! I told you I didn’t want to do that and you picked paintings I didn’t want to use on top of that?! Why would you-‘ I huffed out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair and turning away to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

‘Rhode Island School of Design.’ Elijah read, having taken it from her.

‘He’s afraid he won’t get into his dream school so he pretended that the price was the reason he didn’t apply.’ She told him and I turned around, glaring.

‘You Spent $150 Dollars On Me For A Rejection Letter!’ She flinched and I instantly relaxed my body as much as I could, never wanting her to be afraid of me. ‘Why would you do this? I told you I wasn’t going to apply and you fought for it but I still said ‘no’. Why would-‘

‘You’ve been accepted.’ Elijah spoke and I spun to look at him, staring for about 5 seconds before snatching the letter and reading over it to see that he was right. It read that they were impressed with my assortment of unique art pieces.

‘I got accepted to a college about 5 miles away if that’s any help in making your decision for-‘ I cut her off by shoving my lips to hers roughly and hugging her to my body, face in my neck.

‘I’m so sorry. Thank you Y/n. Thank you!’ I took hold of her face in my hands and felt like I fell in love with her smiling face all over again. ‘You believed in me when I didn’t, this whole time. I still don’t like you spending money on me but…thank you. Looks like we’re going to Rhode Island next year.’

‘Damn straight Art Nerd, you ain’t goin’ without me! All those art nerd girls, can’t have you being stolen away.’ She teased.

‘Not a chance in Hell Princess. You’re mine. Always and Forever.’

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[divinetrance]

Welcome to my house!

CW: Flashing, strobe, spirals, hypnosis, cnc

🔞 No Minors Allowed! You do not have my consent to be on my page!! 🔞

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Maps/nonmaps/idgaf what you call yourself if you like kids get the fuck away from me.

ageplay / dd/lg

terfs, radfem

transphobes, homophobes, acephobes, etc.

Racists, white supremacists, antisemitists

and when I think of more it’ll get updated.

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tl;dr - This is porn. Not reality. I find this hot but that does not mean that it's real or that I believe it should be. Use your common sense and please be safe. Consent is key.

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HYPNOSIS - god I could talk about it literally all day and all of the pretty subgenres that come with it like drones, bimbos, dolls, toys, salves, corruption, brainwashing, mind control, etc etc etc ohh and all of the methods?? my favorite is fractionation but god dropping under no matter how its done is fucking addicting. Oh! Speaking of!

Addiction! - I didn't realize how much I loved talking about addiction but I think that's a big part of the appeal of hypnosis for me?

cnc - Iiii'm kind of new to this particular kink and I'm not into it very heavily but especially covert/cnc hypnosis is a huge thing for me. Drop me and fucking make me yours.

Hucow! - I just wanna be a cute dumb cow :)

Breeding came soon after but it's not much of a surprise bc the idea of being in "heat" is so fucking hot

Werewolves. - Big fluffy puppy that just wants to protect and fuck me? Yes! I am a good girl 4 u :)

Overstim - No thoughts just feeling

Intox/drugplay - I love being high, please use this against me

Petplay! - Just wanna be owned 😌

Omg so much more I’ll update as I go

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[gurugirl]

The Tiffany Club Part 17*

Summary: Some domestic sweetness for the lovebirds and talk of a trip to London for the both of them and then the rest is just smut

Warnings: Smut (f receiving oral + piv), spitting, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, use of a belt, and dd/lg dynamic

Part 16*

Part 17*

Quitting Tiffany’s was bittersweet. Of course, Harry was the biggest factor in me leaving the club but now that we have told one another how we feel, along with how much I trust him and the way he treats me, I can’t deny that it’s a decision that also makes me happy. I’m probably getting in over my head with this sudden decision but it just feels so right. To be taken care of by the man. To be loved by him. It’s hard to put into words.

Breaking the news to Edmond was also hard. I couldn’t reach out to him through normal channels because he’s married and I would never do anything to betray him in that way in case his wife would find out about me.

So, his last session was mostly us just chatting and lying together. Edmond said he understood and that he wasn’t hurt by it at all but he was sad to say goodbye. He insisted on paying me the full ten grand for the session, even though nothing remotely sexual happened. I’d promised Harry I wouldn’t do anything with Edmond like that and at the beginning of our session I told Edmond I wasn’t going to have him charged and then explained why. But he maintained that he wanted to pay me one last time because I was so special to him.

And now, as I sit here in the huge condo Harry bought while he’s away at a meeting it all feels so surreal. So strange. I love it but I’m still on edge because I always feel like something could change at any moment – something could take all this away and I’d be back to square one. On my last day at Tiffany’s my boss told me that they would always have me back if I chose to return, which helps me feel much better about everything, but now my focus is Harry and preserving our relationship, what we have together.

I’ve also found that I’m becoming happier with eating a little more now that I’m not full on display like I was at Tiffany’s. Harry encouraged it even.

“You know you can eat normal around me, right? I think you’re fucking gorgeous the way you are but you don’t have to be so strict. Really. No pressure but please don’t feel you need to continue being so restrictive with you diet.” He’d said it to me one afternoon when we went out to grab lunch. I didn’t realize he’d noticed my struggle at all. I just stared at him in surprise and he laughed.

With his hands raised in surrender, “Please don’t take it like I’m trying to police what you eat. I just thought I’d say something. Baby, if you want to eat that last taco, then fucking eat it. You have nothing to worry about with me. Just make yourself happy.” He kissed the top of my head as I sat silent. I didn’t know how to respond to him. It was a surprise that he noticed it. And it was nice to hear that he did notice it in a way. I think it made me feel more free and relaxed. More at peace in life. Nothing hidden anymore.

So, I’ve been working on being more comfortable with eating more and feeling okay about it. I didn’t realize the toll it had taken on me mentally, working at Tiffany’s. The body image issues, the need for perfection. But it was my job. So, I try not to beat myself up over the self-training I put myself through to restrict my calorie intake. And I don’t have to now. I have no pressure to change from Harry, but I know that I should, for myself, so I can be in a healthier place in my mind. The idea of gaining even a single pound scares me a bit, but I’ve been working on it. Slowly.

When Harry came home, quite early might I add, I was in the middle of making notes for my research. I heard the door open, and Barry’s click-clacking jog as he ran to the door to greet the new man in his life. Harry and Barry were quite well bonded at this point; Barry preferring to sit closer to Harry on the couch than me. But that might just be because Harry is quite the sucker when it comes to sharing his food with Barry.

And let me tell you, getting their names correct all the time is quite the challenge. When I’m talking to Harry and I say his name, Barry is right there because he thinks I’ve just called his name. And sometimes I call Barry Harry and vice versa. It’s fun.

I greet Harry with a hug and a kiss and he returns the gesture, “Missed my girl. Had to come home early to you. How’s your day been?” God I love his voice and the way he cares for me.

“Fine. Just doing the usual, holed up in the office and putting some stuff together for my piece. You home for the rest of the day?”

Harry nodded down at me, keeping his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him, another kiss, this time to my forehead, “Yes. Everything at the office is taken care of today. And anyway, I can come and go as I please. I’m the boss, baby.” Harry's smirk was cocky and sure.

“You are the boss, daddy.” I smushed my face into his chest and inhaled. Harry was comfort.

We both talked about our day and then made dinner together before eating. It felt very domestic and very peaceful, but it still seems very surreal. Like I’m Cinderella and pulled out of a thankless job to marry the Prince who will always love me and take care of me. Not something I've been accustomed to but something I can surely grow to love.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Harry chewed his bite as he watched me.

“Just how I feel so, at ease now. Like I can breathe a little. Just happy is all.” I reached my hand out to squeeze his forearm with a smile on my face.

“I love you. You make me feel the same way. S’why I couldn’t wait to get home to you today. Just wanted to breathe.”

“I love you too, Harry.” I said smiling brightly at him.

Harry grinned and leaned forward on the table, his demeanor suddenly changed to a little more serious, “I have to go back to London at the end of next week. Just found out today. There’s a big investor coming and London is where they’d prefer to meet so I go wherever they want. I’m the boss at the company but all the big investors are the ones keeping it that way.” He laughs, “Would you like to come with me? The meetings themselves will only be for two days, but if you come, we could spend more time there if you wanted, make it a week and we could do a little vacation. How does that sound?”

I imagined what it would be like going to London with Harry. It sounded wonderful, “I’d really like to go, but I haven’t found a dog sitter or anything like that for Barry. I’ve never really been away from him so I would want it to be someone who could come here and stay with him and for that it would have to be someone we really trust.”

Harry pursed his lips and looked toward the corner of the ceiling in thought humming, “I know someone who we can trust. If we can’t find a legit dog sitter by the time we need to leave, my friend Richard will do it.”

I furrowed my brow, “Richard? How do you know he’ll do it? He seems like he doesn’t need a side gig. And is he good with dogs?” I was concerned. Barry was the best dog, easiest guy to handle but he was still an emotional being who would miss me while I was away. I wanted to have someone watch Barry who would give him plenty of attention and sneak him the occasional treat.

Harry chuckled, “I know he’ll do it because he’s been begging me to house-sit. When I first saw the place, Richard was with me. I think he just wants an excuse to stay in Midtown. He lives a bit further out, has to take the train in or drive to get to the office. His house is massive, but this place isn’t in Midtown. We’re right next to central park here with some of the best restaurants in the world. And yes, he’s a dog lover. Plus, and here’s the biggest one, he only goes into the office on Mondays and the rest he works at home so he could potentially be here all day with Barry. How does that sound? Until we find a dog sitter who we can pay for things like this, Richard will do it. I’m sure of it.”

It seemed like Harry had thought about all this already, “Did you rehearse that?” I laughed and Harry joined me.

He nodded as he spoke, “I knew you’d need to find a sitter and I know Richard will do it. I haven’t spoken to him about it but that’s only because I wanted to know if you were okay with that first.”

I shrugged, “I think it sounds quite ideal. Can we have him come over so we can give him a run through first? That would make me feel better about it.”

So, it was set. I’d be going to London with Harry and Richard would be staying with Barry. After Harry got off the phone with Richard we cleaned up the kitchen together. Harry was being quite touchy-feely with me. Every time he passed by he’d brush against my back or arm, or he’d purposefully wrap a hand around the back of my neck and give it a quick squeeze. I knew he was trying to rile me up. It was working too. Just the thought of what the man could do to me always had me excited.

When Harry closed the dishwasher he came up behind me and put his arms around my front and squeezed me into his body. He dropped his mouth down to my neck and feathered light kisses on my skin, up toward my ear which had me sighing and leaning back into him. I put my arms over Harry’s and turned my head so I could feel closer to him. He kissed my check and then the edge of my lips.

Harry pushed his nose into my cheekbone and then kissed my cheek again, “Why can’t I keep my hands off you? What’s your secret?” Harry whispered against my skin and sighed.

I closed my eyes and felt myself withering away into a soft, liquid mess in his arms, “Maybe because you know how much I always need you to touch me.” You pressed yourself into him as much as you possibly could. There wasn’t anyway to get any closer to him like this.

“Yeah? My little girl needs me to touch her? Where should I touch you?” Harry continued kissing down my neck again, small wet pecks that weren’t enough. I needed more.

“Everywhere. I want you all over me, Daddy.”  I dropped my hands away from Harry’s as he slid his own upward and grazed over my clothed breasts and squeezed at each one gently before bringing his hands back down and grasping my hips. When he pushed his own hips into my bottom I could feel a lump pressing into me.

“Let’s take these pants off you. Need to have a little dessert. Daddy’s still hungry.” Harry put his fingers into the band of my sweatpants and pulled them down my legs, helping me out of the warm material. When the cold air hit my skin, goosebumps covered my thighs and Harry noticed right away, cooing at me, “Oh, honey. Look at this…” he smoothed his hands up my thighs and nudged me forward a bit so I had to lean myself slightly over the counter, my palms flat on the cold, smooth marble.

Harry knelt down behind me and bit over my panties that covered my butt cheeks. I moaned and looked up toward the ceiling. I knew I was in for a nice treat. Anytime Harry did anything to me it was perfection. Harry pulled my panties down my legs in the same fashion that he did my sweat pants, eventually leaving my bottom half completely bare.

Harry placed his hands in between my thighs and pushed my legs apart in silence and then he pushed at my low back, causing me to lean over the counter so my ass was angled up and he could see my pussy fully now.

I laid my arms over the counter and twisted myself a little so I could turn to look at Harry behind me. His eyes were focused on my bum and everything before him. He caressed and squeezed at my cheeks, pulling them apart gently and gave a quick smack to the left side. I jumped and sighed.

Harry was still on his knees behind me, his face level with my pussy when he finally leaned in to push a small kiss right over my labia. Wiggling my bottom a little I kept my eyes on Harry as he leaned in again for another kiss, but this time on my ass cheek and then he softly dragged his wet lips over my bum hole and kissed me there too.

“Daddy…” I moaned. I loved it when he took his time with me. Harry knew all the things I wanted and needed. I loved how he treated me like I was a delicacy every time we had sex.

“What is it baby? Just wanted to say my name? Hmmm?” I nodded and groaned; my body turned so I could see Harry.

Harry flicked his eyes up to mine and grinned, “Time for my dessert. Smells so yummy…”

Harry put his gaze back on the sight that was only his from now on. He slowly moved in to place an open mouth kiss over my entrance and I closed my eyes. Soon, his open mouth kiss included his tongue pressing over my slit with a flat and wide tongue.

He wrapped one arm around the front of my hips and with his other hand he held the back of my thigh to keep me securely in place.

Harry dug in and got to work on me. His nose was nuzzled into my ass and his lips over my cunt. He’d suck me in a little and then lap at me.

Then he slowed down and began to tease a little. He slowly licked from my clit up toward my bum, over and over again. Licking it like he was trying to lick at an ice cream cone and savor the taste. The feeling of his wet tongue, flat and wide, gliding over my labia up and down was soft but it was driving me crazy. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. But he always took the lead when it came to sex so I just let him do whatever he wanted to me.

Soon, I could feel that I was totally slippery and messy, dripping down my thighs, cunt puffy, and entrance ready to take something into itself. My moaning was soft and high pitched. Harry’s continuous lapping of my pussy, the slow, continual licks up and down had me nearly purring.

He didn’t stop when I’d made such a mess that his whole chin and nose were shiny, or when I’d dripped down to the marble floors below us. No, he continued his tortuously, slow, sensual licking. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. Harry was clearly also turned on by this.

“Baby, you should see this. Your little creamy pussy is so sopping wet right now. Completely drenched me and dripping down your legs. Mmm…” he leaned in again, continuing the slow drag of his tongue over me. I knew it must be a mess back there. I could feel how wet I was. His simple, slow motions, the brush of his wide tongue on me and through my folds, over and over again were completely insane. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. He just continued lapping at me and drinking my arousal in.

After many more minutes, I can’t be sure of exactly how long it took, Harry finally changed his position. I turned to look back at him again, his face wet with me and flushed. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, keeping his eyes on me, a stern look on his face. I continued leaning over the counter, keeping myself in place for him.

“Daddy’s gonna give you more. Don’t worry baby.” He lowered his trousers as he spoke and then pulled his briefs off right after. His cock was always a sight. It had me tingling at the thought of how it felt to stretch me apart.

“Only need what you want to give me, Daddy. Everything you do to me is so good.” I responded to him, my body turned so I could look into his eyes.

“I know, honey. You always seem to like what I give you, don’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy. S’why I love you so much, baby. Always so good for me.” Keeping his eyes on mine he lifted up his belt and wrapped it around my thighs, tightening the belt around me and buckling to keep it in place. I could feel the leather pinching into my skin he’d had it so tight.

When Harry felt the belt was secured tightly enough he brought his hips to mine and I could feel him nudge his hard dick into my ass cheeks. Everything was wet back there. He’d licked all over me, for a good fifteen to twenty minutes. I was soaked from my clit to my anus, and even down my thighs.

“I’m gonna fuck my good girl here in a minute. It’s gonna feel very tight with your legs closed like this, though. Think you’re ready for it? Think you can take Daddy’s cock like this?” He landed a palm over my right cheek and I jumped and moaned at the feel.

“Mmm… yes, Daddy. I’ll take it all. Just fuck my hole however you want to. Need to feel you split me in half.” I said as I wiggled against him.

Harry groaned and smoothed his hands up from my ass, over my ribs and around to my breasts, leaning himself over me. He kissed the back of my shoulder and neck and I closed my eyes.

Then his warmth disappeared as he grasped my ass, spreading me apart a bit and I could feel him nudging his tip at my entrance. He glided himself through my slippery slit, up and down and then landed a hand over my left cheek making me gasp.

When he’d angled himself back again to my entrance this time he began to slowly push into me. The stretch and tightness of him entering me like this was beyond anything I’d ever felt. He’d properly prepared me beforehand though, with his teasing tongue. I was fully aroused and I knew I’d be able to take all of him with how wet and hot I was.

When he’d pushed in half way he let out a whimper and I could hear him panting. He was feeling it too. How tight it was. With my thighs buckled together my pussy was especially tight for him. We both felt the intensity of it.

Harry backed himself out and then rocked in again. He did it a number of times. I could feel him pushing my insides apart when he pressed in and then feeling the emptiness when he backed himself out to the tip. It was like I could feel all his ridges and thickness with how tight my pussy was in this position.

The more he rocked in and out of me, the deeper he was able to get, eventually plunging into me as far as his cock could reach. I sucked in a sharp breath of air at the feel and leaned my head back.

“Okay, baby? This too much?” Harry asked me sweetly but he didn’t stop his languid motion of fucking in and out of my cunt.

I shook my head, “No Daddy. It feels so fucking good like this.” I breathed out in a whine.

Harry grunted and began to roll his hips a little faster. My wet pussy was taking his cock very well, despite the incredibly tight fit. The human body is an incredible machine. Just by appearances, one would look at the size of Harry’s erect penis and then look at the size of a normal pussy, especially one that was not spread open with thighs apart, but with thighs tightly secured together, and think that just wouldn’t fit all the way in there. But, it’s not the case. Harry fits. He saw to it by getting me so turned on and taking his time beforehand that now he’s able to firmly tuck himself into my walls over and over again.

“Yeah. It fuckin feels so good, baby. So fucking tight and wet.” Harry was struggling with dirty talk tonight. His need for release was strong too, it had to be. All that time he spent back there licking me up probably caused him to feel just as on edge as I was. I just knew this felt incredible for him.

“Fuck me, just like, Daddy. Use my pussy to get off. Mmmm…” Harry hastened the movement of his hips at my words and now the stretch was unbelievable. He couldn’t move in and out of me as fast as normal because it was such a tight fit like this, but each push in had me being pressed forward, and each time he dragged his cock back out to the tip it pulled me back with him. Even with how wet I was, the tightness was almost overwhelming.

“Daddy’s gonna come soon honey. I’m gonna use your soft pussy to get off, just like you like but can you come for Daddy first?” He had to still his hips as he spoke. I knew it must be hard for him to keep talking while he was fucking into my tight pussy.

I whimpered and pushed my forehead into the countertop before speaking, “Yeah. I can come on your cock daddy.”

We both moaned as Harry began to thrust again, in and out, faint slapping noises coming from our bodies. Harry held onto my hips with an intense grip as he fucked himself into me, his long cock reaching deep into my tummy every time he pushed in to the hilt.

Each stroke had me closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering and Harry was grunting at each roll of his hips due to the force it took to get himself pressed into me all the way. In and out of my cunt, creating more of a mess as each moment passed.

Harry pulled my hips back a little to position my hips further away from the counter, “I’m gonna try to go in and fuck you a little harder, okay baby. Can you hold on to the counter for me?”

I nod and grasp onto the counter as best as I can. I know I’m in for it if he needed to give me space for what he’s about to do. I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt him slide his cock out to the tip, knowing what’s going to take place next.

And I was not wrong in my assumption. Harry rammed into me as hard and fast as he could. It still wasn’t as fast as he’s been able to go before, but with how tightly squeezed together my thighs were, his speed was still very impressive and caused my ears to ring and my legs to get wobbly under the pressure.

Each plunge of his cock deep into me made a splash-plop-splash-plop sound as I grew wetter with my orgasm nearing.

I was being rocked forward at each thrust, my hair falling around my face and swaying, and the skin on my forearms that lie over the counter where I held on began to burn from the quick jolts forward each time Harry got balls deep.

No words could be exchanged. We were both panting and moaning and whimpering into the kitchen and I felt myself begin to tremble under the pressure of Harry’s thick cock spreading me apart with each stab of his length being driven into me. The noises between our bodies only got louder and my moans became unstoppable.

“Coming… I’m coming!” I shout as I feel myself spiral out of control and pulse around his fat dick.

Harry held my hips tightly and groaned loudly as he felt me orgasm around him. He continued railing deep into me, fucking me through my release, the splashing sounds only increased.

Finally Harry couldn’t hold back his own orgasm as he came with his hips flush against mine, his body stilled, releasing all of his come as deep inside of me as he could get.

Harry stayed behind me, tucked inside for some moments after as we both caught our breath. I could feel Harry still throbbing as he was coming down from his orgasm. It was intense.

Harry leaned over me and kissed my shoulder blade softly and hummed against my skin, “Fuck, you always feel so good, baby. Always take me so well.”

I just laid out over the counter, the side of my face smushed into the marble that eventually grew warmer as I kept myself pressed over it and nodded with a sigh. I had no words at the moment.

Harry slowly pulled himself out and I felt his mouth back over my pussy as he sucked gently and slurped at me.

Then I felt him quickly release the belt and pull my hips so I was forced to stand and turn to face him. He leaned over me and grasped at my chin, making me drop my mouth open and he spit into my mouth our mixed orgasms poured over my tongue. I kept my mouth open as he backed away and looked at the dirty sight of our come in my mouth. When he smiled at me and looked into my eyes I closed my mouth and swallowed for him.

He shook his head, “Mmm… I love that.” He took his thumb and wiped at my cheek to clean some of the mess that had drizzled out from my mouth, pushing it past my lips and into my mouth.

With his thumb still in my mouth he spoke again, “Let’s go get cleaned up and then take Barry on a walk to the park. I’ve got a sudden burst of energy now.” His grin was wide as he pulled his thumb out.

“Okay, Daddy.”

Chapter 18*

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Age Regression Masterlist

A Little Fight - midnightskydan-archive

Summary: In which Phil slips at an inconvenient time and his daddy doesn’t notice.

A Little Vacation (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: Finally having a week all to himself, Dan is relieved. He’s been holding off a certain side of him that he isn’t sure how to manage with Phil around. While Phil’s with his family, Dan can finally regress for longer than a few hours on his own.

Daddy, I Need You - midnightskydan-archive

Summary: it’s 2012 and Dan and Phil aren’t on very good terms but Dan goes into little space and really needs his daddy

Flower Band-Aids (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: In which Dan relapses, and, once he realizes what he’s done, gets so scared he slips and regresses.

I'll Look After You (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: prompt: could you do a 2009!phan fic where dan is a new little and gets embarrassed when he asks phil to help him do something?? and phil just smiles and helps him and tells him not to worry ahh

Little Beach Trip (ao3) - SimplyUndead

Summary: "I didn’t mean to ruin our day, Daddy,“ he said, looking up at Phil, placing a kiss on his chin. "I was just really hot, I think. And tired.”

“I know, baby,” Phil said softly, bringing his hand to Dan’s face, tracing a thumb over the boy’s lips. “I hated to spank you, but you needed it. I didn’t want you to be so fussy all day.”

Little Love (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Dan is doing a liveshow and slips into his little headspace. (PROMPT)

Llama Legs (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: After a short break, Dan and Phil are about to begin the next arm of their breakout international tour, TATINOF. The problem is, all good little boys have to have some form of entertainment during their break - and Dan has just began exploring his little-space. What happens when Dan doesn't listen to Phil and decides not to use the toilet before beginning a show, leading to a regression?

Papa Bear (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: prompt: yo could u write a little!phil and daddy!dan but instead of calling him daddy he calls him papa? it might sound gross but it’s my fav concept, it sounds so much more pure than daddy does. the kink dd/lg community kinda ruined the word daddy for me. sooo yeah jus some good ol nonsexual lil space w papa instead of daddy :’) ignore this ask if you feel uncomfy, also you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to

Phil Loves His Boyfriend, Especially When He's Little (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: When Dan's big, he's counting calories and screaming when attached to a feeding tube. When he's little, he loves crisps and chocolate but his favourite food is pizza.

Safe & Sound (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: prompt: idea? dan and phil went out and receive some gay bashing and dan goes into headspace for being shouted at and goes into a weird shock thing and he's quiet and barely responsive to why phil says and phil has to take him home and try and comfort him to get him to talk ?

Scary Movie (ao3) - xDeathMelodiesx

Summary: Phil slips into little space while watching The Evil Dead and gets scared. Dan comforts him with a bath and snuggles.

(TW) Seized (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it?

Skipping (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: prompt: okay can you please please write something with phil slipping into little space in school and dan doesn’t know about it so he skips class and hides in the library and watches cartoons on his phone and dans worries because phil never skips class unless something is really wrong

Wanted My Bear & You (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: It's 2012, Dan's not sure he and Phil are on good terms, and Dan regresses. Only all of the things he uses when he's small are in Phil's room.

Won't Have It Any Other Way (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan and Phil have a meeting. Dan’s liveshow was that night. The only problem, Dan needs to regress. He pushes it off and then has to deal with the consequences.

[inventors-fair]

Ringing a Bell: Condition Runners-up ~

Our runners-up this week are @ghoulcalculator64, @helloijustreadyourpost​ and @starch255​!

@ghoulcalculator64 — Shredding Howl

This is the cool kind of card that I think would’ve improved limited significantly. Or at least, it would’ve been a fun pick. Even if it wasn’t night, having a Blaze effect is still really darn good. And then the ability to ambush? Great stuff. Making it night ain’t easy, but in a long game of any kind, this is stellar. You demonstrate a good understanding of what Werewolves might’ve been lacking as well as an understanding of how to make these great limited effects.

What could’ve been improved? I think the aesthetics are a little lacking, but this is just a ‘finishing touches’ issue. I can clearly see what this card’s art might’ve been trying to evoke. The name doesn’t help me out that much, though, and while this is kind of a hard card to flavor, you had room for a couple lines that might’ve been helpful in adjusting that name somewhat. Still, these are just the last parts, and the overall design is great. Good idea to make it an instant especially.

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@helloijustreadyourpost​ — Touch of Erebos

The weaknesses of this card are most definitely offset by its strengths. Art direction, stellar. Feeling of Theros-ness, spot-on. Mechanically, it’s got a solid base to work with. So let’s talk about my minor issues first, because I understand everything about where you came from with them.

The non-God was a flavor choice, yes? As much as that makes sense, I think the fact that -X/-X abilities can kill Gods is an important part of limited and shouldn’t be glossed over as something to utilize. Secondly, Tragic Fall might not have specifically been on Innistrad, but 13 really is tied more to that plane and that effect is pretty confusing. -8/-8 could’ve worked, IMO, as that’s the biggest natural Theros number I can think of (re:Krakens). Maybe -9/-9 actually. Anyway. There’s the issue with my issues (oh snap, turnaround!) in that despite this commentary mostly being criticism, this card FEELS fantastic. You captured flavor and limited power and strength and good stuff all together. I can see that AD being promo art! Take that as you’d like.

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@starch255​ — Elephysician

So... My one mechanical tweak is that I’d say that he should only help the player with the lowest life total. Aside from that, well? I hate to tell you this, but I diagnose you with Good Card despite my grimdark sensibility. Am I cured? Hell no, give me dismemberment. But it’s so important to have levity, AND agony, together in perfect harmony. This card can be a beater AND it can be a fun little group-huggy card. It can be a body AND it can be a gimmick.

Most importantly, it’s fun. It’s a card that’s playable that’s made to be fun. The silly things you can do with it matter to some people and hey as it turns out there’s a lot to be said for a card that’s a 10th pick if it matters to that person. I even know someone at my LGS who’s a huge elephant buff and I know they’d fall in love with this card. So that’s that, yeh? Goodness comes in so many forms. This elephant man can treat me any day. Run me over. Steth my scope. On a serious final note, I do think it’s important to showcase joyful non-competitive cards that could be printed. That’s part of Magic that needs to exist.

See y’all on the commentary flip-side.

@abelzumi​

[itsmespicaa]

love love them.. they are so proper polished housecat vs messy scrubby fox and disaster bi vs proper bi/gay perfect hubby themed...

Police officer x judge au lol.. funnily enough i would see fa hua as the prim and proper young detective with Lan Ge as an intelligent disaster judge (totally not projecting into the character) who ends up stuck working with Fa Hua who fusses over him for the 'case sake' (yess Lan Ge would be a disaster bi police officer buttt for once i want to subvert the trope lol)..

writing more fics for them as soon as workload calms down - happy to exchange tropes and au... if there was less censorship, this couple could have got a live action lol... and be as known as an untamed.. love the action scenes and lgbtq vibes from a few of the side characters...

hiii yes omg!!! 😭😭😭 alas, even the barely intimate scenes are censored out in the donghua...damn you censorship, i despise you so much :( if only it managed to garner a bigger audience, then maybe a live action is still in the cards...im just grateful we managed to get a completed donghua now ahaha

Your AU idea is sooo cute!! Judge x police officer is always so fun omg, the tension and the reluctant working together...*chefs kiss* suuper excited to read your other fics and AUs!! (P.S. Are you by any chance the one that wrote "professional partnership"? 👀✨ I'm slowly seeing more fics pop up on ao3 now which feels so surreal...bless you all)

oh! Speaking of queer characters, there's actually a side character who wasn't in the donghua due to censorship but she was mentioned twice in the novel: she sees herself as a man and wanted to marry LG's mom (and got jealous when Xiangyun married Lan Xiang, even to this day) which is so cute and tragic??? gah- such a shame it was cut out, but I'm not surprised :") sigh

anyways, im more than happy to talk to you about them to exchange tropes and au!! If you ever want to reach out to me in DMs or through my inbox, I'm all ears :D always a delight to see others fall in love with the bbys!

[slap-my-hand]

LG3 HEADCANONS PERHAPS 4 THAT MEME....... or any of the other lemongrabz if u wld rather ofc

OMG I’d love to talk about lg3. I could talk about any of the Lemongrabs, honestly, but I’ll start with lg3!

1. Autistic ! Being autistic myself, I really like the idea of lemongrab (1, 2, and 3) being autistic. I feel like he would have sensory issues and same foods, and it would also explain why he’s so loud ! The scene in Normal Man where he and LSP are on their date and he becomes stressed about food on the blanket: relatable. But to that same effect, there are also types of contact and other things that he really enjoys and finds comfort in!! For example: forehead nuzzles. I think those would be a very grounding and soothing stim for him. Another stim would be rocking and happy flaps!! And my personal favorite vocal stim, squeals of happiness :)) I think he would have echolalia which would be fun (because he will often quote things he finds amusing) but would also come in handy during nonverbal episodes. And there are so many more stims he would have. Sorry haha I have a lot of autistic hcs about the Lemongrabs.

2. Non-binary or genderqueer ~ I’ve seen so many hcs about lg3’s gender identity and I love them all. I personally think he wouldn’t conform to one single identity and would go by any pronouns. No real reason for this, mostly just because I love everyone’s hcs for lg3’s gender and I can never decide on one so I said “you’re genderqueer now 😎✨💖” also all the fanart I’ve seen of Lemongrab in a dress are 🥺😭 so good. But I love seeing them in different styles and clothes, so I like to think he’s fine with any presentation!

3. The headcanons where he splices halves of lg1 and lg2’s clothes together??? so good and so sad. I like to think that once he was reformed as lg3, he didn’t have much to wear and, instead of just wearing one or the other’s uniform, decided to put them together. He is a product of two wholes, so how could he choose? I think it would bring him some grief at first, battling with both of his predecessors’ pasts that make up who he is now. If he were to choose one’s uniform over the other, it would be a dishonor to them and their life. So he wears both. Eventually, he realizes the need for his own uniform, he as his own person, as lg3, and has the grey uniforms made. The diamond on his chest with the black and white triangles is made up of scarps of fabric from both of the Lemongrabs’ uniforms.

4. He is technologically illiterate. All of the Lemongrabs are. Charlie of @t4t-lumpygrab and I were discussing how awful Lemongrab’s dating profile would be. Complete with old man nostril-angle Facebook selfies posted multiple times over and the weirdest bio you’ve ever seen. Lots of screaming, bragging, at least one picture of him holding a fish. I think lg1 would have originally made the profile, but lg3 would never change it. He also has an insanely old phone system in the earldom. (I’ll draw it at some point!) like forget a flip phone, he has a Russel Tomlinson phone top box. Any time LSP calls him, she has to go through a lemon person operator before she can reach Lemongrab. He also has the oldest, dustiest computer known to man, probably a dell from pre-mushroom war that somehow still works. LSP helps set him up a Facebook (or the Ooo equivalent) at some point and he never uses it except to send lsp cat memes and post the occasional picture of the two of them.

5. Interests - I love when people assign him interests and hobbies, like farming, reading, knitting, fishing, aquaponics, gnosticism, punk music, old texts like the Iliad or war and peace, and other very intellectually sophisticated texts. I just think he’s incredibly smart and loves to seek knowledge and learn about new things. And he should be allowed to enjoy himself 💛

[buckyownsmylife]

Tom Hardy, Bucky or Steve and the extent of their daddy kink :))) happy vday looovvveeee

Happy V-Day, love! Also happy my-birthday week, celebrations have officially started over here!

It’s Headcanon Sunday! I’ll be writing all day, so send me your ideas!

I’m gonna break this down into three moments and talk about all of our boys

I think Tom’s daddy kink would appear with a younger lover

She’d be the type to be handsy and a bit difficult to contain in general

You know, full of energy and not worried about what people might think of her

So she’d like to tease him publicly, besides loving any and every opportunity to make him jealous

So he’d find out about his daddy kink when she teasingly called him daddy while he was threatening to punish her for her behavior in a public function he had attended with her

In a few words, he’s a brat tamer

The idea of having that sort of power over you, with a single glance remind you of how you might end up over his lap if you continue with your course of action

He’d start to enjoy other parts of a daddy kink too

Like feeling so much bigger than you - I think he has a size kink

And so he would like to throw you over his shoulder or lap, or just randomly bend you over the furniture when you’re misbehaving

He’d definitely be the type to refer to himself as daddy, but only in private

Like “Oh, you like when daddy puts you in your place, huh?”

Or “You like daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

I think Bucky would be the caregiver type of daddy, and that’s where his daddy kink would jump out

He’d like to have you on his lap, and would always make sure to help you with every domestic, mundane task

He would see it as a way to take care of you, most definitely

I feel like he’d be the one most likely to entertain an actual DD/LG relationship

He’d like to brush your hair, and he’d remind you to take your pills or brush your teeth

Can you imagine him saying stuff like “Daddy loves you very much, sweet girl.”

Or “You’re the most beautiful little girl daddy has ever seen.”

I honestly think he’d be the type to say stuff like “this hurts me more than you” if he ever actually ended up administering punishment

And overall he’d be more for the overstimulation type of torture

He’d definitely take advantage of your misbehavior to eat you out for hours

And I think he’d end up developing a kink for seeing your tears as you started to whimper from the number of orgasms he manages to pull from you

I think Steve would fall right between the other two in terms of how he explores the daddy kink

Out of the three of them, he’s the only one I feel would actually like if you called him daddy publicly

Even if the first time you said it made him blush

Now he liked to make you scream it while he was pleasuring you

And he would not let you call him anything else

He wouldn’t like to be away from you either

And I’m not even talking about missions, but like in parties

He’d want to know where you are at all times, much preferring to feel your body right next to his while he chatted the night away

He’d love the disciplinary aspect of being a daddy

He’d be very specific about his orders, and even more specific about his punishments

I also feel like Steve is extremely impatient when it comes to sex?

He wouldn’t like when you teased him

So you quickly learned not to

The rewards were much better than the punishments, anyway

I feel like his favorite type of punishment would involve sensory deprivation

And not getting to see his body as he pleasured you or himself

Or even touch him

Should definitely be classified as torture

But he’d definitely be the type to like his daddy kink with a side of breeding, ya feel me?

He’d relish in the thought of you making him a “proper” Daddy

And he’d love to tease you about how much your body would change and how he would love knowing he’d be the cause of those changes

Overall, I think being your daddy would give him a sense of purpose

He’d like to be the one you could count on, the one who knew how to guide you through your own decisions

I want all three of them as daddies.

[coreancitizen]

Hi!! It really is so wonderful to have found someone that LOVES this drama like I do. I watched it in July 2021 and was immediately hooked!! The story, the couple, the actors, the imagery.... oh and the coats!!! I was sad that I missed out on all of the live chat while it was airing but I'm glad that I got to experience TKEM on my own. I did not sleep that night and went to work the next day full of questions and theories. Wondering how in all the worlds where LG and JTE going to stay together ( because that was the only right ending in my mind). The tears I cried during the last episodes.... 😢🤧. I am not at all shy about saying I watched this drama again immediately after the first watch. The Swoon clips where on constant repeat over on YouTube that everyone at home knew exactly what i was squealing over. I can't express how happy I was in finding your stories. I had a huge craving for all things TKEM and you helped fill them!!! I am constantly on the look out for new stories of these two love birds. This drama will always hold a special place in my heart!!

I do have a question: Was there ever any idea/theory as to why LG and JTE where last seen in the time period that was shown?? Was there some significance?

Hi! I was hooked on the same things you were and I'm so thankful that even after two years, there are still folks still loving, talking and thinking about this wonderful series. I was actually laughing this morning because I saw a Netflix notification urging me to rewatch TKEM, like I need a reminder. I had jumped on the last episode last night to check something and finished the ep so Netflix thinks I'm done watching. NEVER! LOL!

Anyway, your question is quite intriguing. I have to admit, I never really thought much about it before. That's why I was watching ep 16 last night, to remind myself of the details beyond LG and JTE. I did remember the name of the movie on the poster, "Barefooted Youth," and I had looked up the synopsis before (rather tragic, very much in the "Romeo and Juliet" vein). It came out in 1964. But a quick look at Korean history shows no big events during that year. The Korean war ended a full decade before.

If this is the past in Tae Eul's world (i.e. our world), I can see Gon being very interested in the history. After all, this is something the kingdom never had to go through. And I can see Tae Eul being fascinated as well.

Maybe the TKEM novel offers more details but I haven't come across a translation of the final chapters.

Another reason for that time period could be as simple as the availability of such a location for filming. That final scene was filmed at the Nonsan Sunshine Land, a cultural complex that includes two studios: the 1950 Studio, which is very likely where Gon and Tae Eul were seen walking, and the Sunshine Studio, where the drama "Mr. Sunshine" was filmed.

This is the information from a site called Koreaby Me: "The 1950 Studio is based on the 1950s after the Korean war. It is not as huge as the Sunshine Studio however, there’s a lot to see such as carpenter shop, barbershop, restaurant, bars, pharmacy, bank, theater, school, etc. It is also known as 1950s Seoul Street. The whole studio site still has traces of war and it is really fun to look around as they provide an interesting place to see the historic charm and a glimpse of Seoul during the Korean War. This place offers visitors a trip to the past in the 1950s."

Thank you @redflamesofpassion for your wonderful question. If anybody out there has a different theory or idea, please feel free to share!

[stargirlfics]

Cherry Bomb 🍒 (Part 3)

Chris Evans x Black Camgirl!Reader

Series Summary: Chris comes across a video of you getting yourself off and can’t get it out of his head. Later, he’s being interviewed for a new movie when he realizes the interviewer sounds oddly like the girl in the video

This Chapter: You and Chris meet again, only this time it’s not for business

Warnings: 18+, dd/lg themes, daddy kink, fluff, smut: dom/sub, rough sex, choking, spanking, spitplay, oral m/f, slight degradation kink, aftercare

Word Count: 7.1k buckle tf up!

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Chris could feel his heart thumping wildly as he stared at his own inky handwriting of the digits that made up your phone number. 

He could think of a hundred reasons why this was a bad idea, but the part of him that led with his feelings, with his heart, was telling him otherwise.

There were about ten minutes left before he needed to be in a car and on the way to another set of interviews and he knew if he didn’t do this now, he’d talk himself out of it for good.  

So with sweaty palms, Chris dialed your number, his breath hitching in his throat as it rang. You picked up on the fourth ring, the honey of your voice greeting his senses as you inquired about who was speaking.  

“Hey! It’s Chris Evans, you interviewed me the other day about Knives Out,” he cringed at himself for the way the words sounded, pacing his living room as he waited for your response. 

You nearly dropped your phone when he told you who he was. 

There was just no way, Chris Evans had actually called you just now, yet his voice was exactly as you remembered it. 

It took you a second to register exactly what was happening before you realized you still had yet to answer back. 

“Oh! Hey, it’s good to hear from you again, is there anything I can do for you?” you cringed as well, worried you sounded a little too eager.

There’s a lot you could do for me actually, a lot I wanna do for you too, Chris thought. 

“Well, first off I just wanted to thank you for such a great interview, most of the time it’s the same old questions again and again but yours were different and interesting so you’re definitely doing something right!” 

Someone had to be playing a joke on you cause there was just no way any of this was actually happening. You were speechless yet wanted to say a million things at the same time. 

“Thank you! I’m really glad you think so, I know how redundant those things can be so I tried to really challenge myself to make it more than the usual. You’re also a great person to interview, so I have you to thank as well!” 

“Hey, it was my pleasure! So, uhh that brings me to my next thing...this may be highly inappropriate and please don’t feel obligated to give me an answer but...I was wondering if I could take you out for lunch sometime soon?” 

He sounded nervous but sure of what he was asking and that’s what told you that this wasn’t a joke. 

Chris Evans had just asked you out for lunch and you could barely contain yourself. 

Adrenaline and anticipation were on high for Chris, his heart still racing as he heard you softly giggle and gasp which he wanted to take as a good sign but also worried you might think he was playing you.

Feeling the need to explain himself, Chris spoke up again.

“I kind of felt something during that interview and you seem like a very intelligent and interesting person to have a conversation with beyond just the topic of films. Again, I understand if lunch isn’t something you’re comfortable with, I just thought I’d give it a shot.

His words came out fast and you laughed again, flattered by how worried he was that he had made you uncomfortable. He kept proving to be sweet.

“No, it’s ok, that’s perfectly fine! I’d love to have lunch with you, uhh just let me know when you’re free, I live here in Boston so I’m sure it won’t be hard to set something up,” you bit your lip, feeling your face flush with heat at the thought of seeing him in person again. 

All of this was so crazy, almost like you were having a really good dream and it was just a little too good to be true but then again, something about the sincerity and caution in his voice told you that he was being serious and that this was very much reality. 

“Great! I didn’t know that you lived here as well, you’re scoring a bunch of cool points for that! I’ll let you know about that lunch date.”

Chris had to cringe again at his choice of words, he hadn’t meant to say “date” but it had slipped out and he just hoped it wouldn’t scare you off. 

“Ahh well if I’m being honest you’ve already maxed out on cool points on my end so consider yourself ahead of the game!” 

Your comment earned you a genuine laugh from him and truly, just from that your day was made.

As much as you both wanted to stay on the phone, Chris let you know that he had to get going and you didn’t wanna keep him, bummed but grateful to hang up before you could say anything else to give away your obvious attraction to him.

There was just no way to act right after something like that. 

He actually wanted to see you again and you wanted the same thing and you just hoped this wasn’t all a dream.

You went about your day with a giddy smile on your face, spending a good couple of hours on the phone with your best friends, making them swear not to say anything but that you had some news and wanted their opinions on it. 

Chris was threatening to distract you as you got ready to become Cherry again and set up your room for a few private cam sessions you had booked with some of your regulars. Your already bubbly energy was bursting as you thought back on the phone call.

Then there was your hunch about him being The Captain, the new and frequent customer of your videos. 

He hadn’t mentioned anything about him knowing about your side job or that The Captain was him which made you think he truly didn’t know about this part of your life but going back to what you felt during the interview, it seemed so obvious that he knew.

You weren’t sure what his intentions were with this lunch date and if he found out you were a camgirl on the side you were a little worried about his reaction. 

A lot of men didn’t like that about you and you were quick to drop them at the slightest hint they weren’t down with you being a sex worker but you hoped Chris would be different. 

In any case, you tried to keep an open mind, keeping the focus on living your life and seeing where this would lead, no expectations. 

He had promised to text you soon about getting lunch and your brain couldn’t stop replaying his words, couldn’t stop thinking about how smooth and deep his voice sounded, how cautious he was, how sweet he was towards you. 

Even as the week ticked by, your mind was still on that possible chance of seeing him in private, your brain coming up with a hundred different ways it could go.

Chris Evans was consuming your thoughts and you weren’t even mad about it. 

It also didn’t help that the delicate process of texting each other had begun and you found yourself falling for him even more as you messaged each other back and forth little by little. 

Almost all of the new videos you posted to your OnlyFans were all done with Chris in mind, you got off thinking about him, each time you deepthroated one of your dildos or rode one or played with yourself you were thinking of him doing those things to you. 

You still had your doubts that Chris had somehow found your videos before you’d ever met but each time you posted a video, The Captain was among the first to view and lately he’d been leaving comments too. 

“You’re so beautiful, I think you’ve made me cum three times in one night already.” 

“Nice Captain America background you have there, gorgeous as always Cherry.” 

Chris sometimes felt like a creep when he would comment but he couldn’t stop himself. You kept satisfying him in every video, every time. 

He swore his dick was permanently sore now from how many times he’d jacked off to your pretty body and all your adorable outfits and the way you’d touch and tease and fuck yourself. 

It was why Chris followed up with you about that lunch date as soon as he could, finally off the press tour mania. He was exhausted and eager to catch up on sleep but seeing you again was high on the list too. 

Chris wanted to know you the way he’d gotten to know you as Cherry all these weeks now, he wanted you in every way possible. 

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The morning of your highly-anticipated lunch date with Chris you were a frantic mess, nearly destroying your closet in search of a good outfit. 

You didn’t want to wear anything too revealing but felt like nothing you tried on was really standing out to you, eventually, you settled on a light pink plaid skirt with a t-shirt tucked into it, and pink Chanel bag from your collection to tie it all together. 

Chris had texted you the place he wanted to meet at, a tiny but upscale burger joint that had a cute 50’s diner aesthetic to it. 

It wasn’t too far from your place and since it was rather sunny out, you decided to take the short walk there. 

You smoothed your hands down the front of your skirt before walking into the restaurant, hoping your heart wouldn’t give out before you got to see his face. 

Chris was already there, sat at a semi-secluded table in the back of the restaurant and a smile crept up on your face as you made your way to him, watching him glance from his phone to the menu every so often, a Boston cap hiding his hair from you and thus concealing his identity a little.  

When he spotted you he smiled wide, standing up to greet you. You hadn’t forgotten how tall he was since your first encounter but being physically reminded was quite the experience. 

He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms which only made you swoon more. His forearms were a weakness for you as weird as that sounded to admit. 

You really couldn’t get over how beautiful he was in person and you were sure you were going to make a fool of yourself during this but you wanted him bad and didn’t care at this point. 

Chris was thinking the same thing about you, his eyes drinking you, his thoughts only of how stunning you were and how blown away he was the more he stared. 

You greeted each other with a quick hug, your body instantly relaxing the minute his arms pulled you into his chest. 

Already a minute in and you were done for. 

“Thanks for coming, I know this is probably a little strange but I didn’t wanna pass up a chance to see you again,” he leaned his elbows against the table and peered at you, trying to read your face. 

“Yeah, I was honestly a little confused when you called me, I mean out of all the people to ask me out for lunch, it’s you and that still kinda blows my mind but I’m glad you asked.”

The energy between you felt electric and bright and you hung onto every word the other said. 

After getting all the introductions out of the way, you ended up ordering milkshakes, Chris getting chocolate and you going with the classic Oreo flavor, and as you sipped on the shakes, talking to each other felt so easy.

“It kinda feels like you’re interviewing me, Chris and I gotta say your questions are pretty good,” you giggle, carefully picking up the maraschino cherry from your shake and popping it into your mouth. 

Chris fell speechless as he watched you suck the whipped cream off the cherry and then chew, twirling the stem around your teeth before setting it on your napkin. 

You absolutely did that on purpose and Chris knew it, the tension between you both growing taut. 

The topic of him knowing about your camgirl life hadn’t surfaced yet but you wanted to test the waters and what a perfect way to do that than with cherries.

“Uh-huh, well I learned a little thing or two from the best here. Sorry if it feels like an interrogation, I just really wanna get to know you,” Chris cleared his throat, mimicking your actions with the cherry on top of his own shake. 

Two could play that game.

You don’t think you’d ever seen a man so interested and engaged in talking to you before and it was so exciting to feel his enthusiasm and to know he was listening to what you were saying. 

The two of you talked for hours, even long after your lunch had been ordered and eaten, there were just so many things you had common interests in and stories to tell and it felt nice to learn about the man you’d always had a crush on from afar. 

It still felt surreal, never in your wildest dreams had you thought you’d be sitting in front of Chris Evans talking about your families and what kind of foods you thought were overrated and what your jobs were like, but it was happening and you wanted to stay and talk to him for hours.

“If you love those kinds of dogs, you’d definitely love mine. The gentlest lil guy you’ll ever meet, I swear.” 

The topic of dogs had come up when you had lost your train of thought by a cute beagle being walked past the restaurant, Chris taking note of the way your eyes lit up. You just became more and more adorable the longer he sat and talked to you. 

“Dodger, yes! From the pictures I’ve seen I definitely think I would.” 

That conversation had led to him inquiring about how long you’d been a fan of his for, cuing your embarrassing account of teenage you having the hots for Captain America and thus being hooked ever since.

“I’m in my twenties now but I’m still a fan, what can I say, I have an eye for talent and a thing for older men!” you giggled when he rolled his eyes and shook his head at you.

“Older men, huh? What are ya trying to say, jeez she’s already calling me old,” Chris nudged your foot with his under the table and tingles rushed up your spine.

He was too good at knowing exactly what to say, you thought, and Chris was thinking the exact same about you, his eyebrows raising at the “older men” part. Such a tease you were. 

Later, you were contemplating getting ice cream and seeing if he wanted to split it with you when you caught him eyeing your Chanel bag and that’s when you decided to confront the secret at hand. 

“Can I ask you something? I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I’m right but for confirmation’s sake...you know about me being a camgirl, don’t you? You’re the guy named The Captain who’s been buying all my videos? I’m not mad or anything but just curious as to why you haven’t said anything.” 

Your heart was racing again as you struggled to look him in the eyes, knowing if you did you’d melt. 

“She’s a smart girl, indeed, yeah you’re right about all of it. I didn’t want to alarm you by bringing it up or make you think I was going to ruin your career or anything so I kept quiet about it,” Chris leaned in a little closer and you swore you could barely breathe.

He continued, his voice a little lower now, “I found a girl named Cherry one night and something about her videos had me hooked from that point on, and then when we met at the interview I just knew it was you and like I said, maybe this is a bad idea and it’s super inappropriate but I can’t help but feel like it’s kinda meant to be that we met like that. I hope that isn’t too weird to say.”

“Not weird at all, Chris. I appreciate you not wanting to scare me, you keep being the sweetest and I don’t know that my heart can take it! But um, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying my videos,” you smirked and held eye contact with him as you finished up your milkshake, gaining confidence.

Chris had to fight his own brain not to think of dirtier things as you dove into a new conversation about that side of your life and explained the camming world to him and why you were doing it on the side, especially when you went into detail about some of the private shows you would do and how they worked.

Chris wanted nothing more than to hold you and touch you, even more than before because now there was a connection, a stronger spark and he knew for sure there was no way he could get you out of his head now.

“Have you ever done private shows in person?” Chris hadn’t meant to ask that but his judgment was a little clouded at the moment, not that you minded at all.

“Not really, most of the guys I’ve been in relationships with or I’ve hooked up with don’t really like that aspect of things, makes em jealous I think. Why, did you want your own private show, Captain?” you were getting bold now.

Chris nearly choked, stunned into silence for a few seconds. 

You weren’t even sure what you were doing, this could potentially be very messy but your pussy was doing all the talking for you currently. 

Chris was thinking along the same lines, torn between yes and no but knowing exactly what he wanted, all caution thrown aside.

“Why not? We’re both obviously into each other, we’re both adults.” 

“Right, and it wouldn’t have to be a big deal or anything.” 

“How much would you charge for something in person?” Chris clenched his jaw, mustering all the self-control he had left. 

You laughed and shook your head, “Nothing. I think we’ve started something or made a connection that isn’t just about sex like my usual interactions go and I don’t want there to be an obligation of money between us if that makes sense. I like your company and kind of want to keep getting to know you and don’t want this to be just another transaction.” 

Chris could get down with that, this wasn’t just another transaction, that’s exactly what this spark felt like to him too. 

Neither of you wanted to admit that you were hoping this would be more than a fun little fling but for the time being, you could hold off on confronting that. 

“So, your place or mine, little cherry?” 

---

You had barely gotten a foot inside your apartment before Chris had his hands on your waist, pressing you against the wall. 

The way his lips felt when they collided with yours was heaven, they were plump and soft, feverishly kissing you back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingers exploring their broadness, shuddering at the firm muscles underneath you. 

He was so strong, you whimpered into his mouth at the thought of seeing him naked. 

“What, baby? Tell me what that pretty little head of yours is thinking,” Chris let his teeth graze over your shoulder as you led him into your apartment. 

“Um, just thinking about you touching me, is all,” you gasp when he lifted you up so your legs could wrap around his torso as he carried you to your couch.

On the way to your place, you had a long talk about your sexual boundaries and what you liked and didn’t like and what you were comfortable with happening which made you squirm out of anticipation, which didn’t go unnoticed by Chris who rather playfully but sternly told you not to make a mess on his nice seats.

That same daddy dom energy you felt during the interview was coming out in him again and god you just wanted him to ruin you. 

You were grinding yourself against the hardening bulge in his jeans, returning all his kisses, your mind and your body becoming hyperaware of the way he was touching you and how it felt to be in his arms this way. 

Both of you were desperate, becoming needier by the second as more clothes were stripped off and thrown around your living room, things moving so fast yet in slow motion.

“I bet your panties are soaked for me aren’t they, is this all you’ve been thinking about, hmm? Answer me, Cherry baby.” 

The way your nickname sounded coming from him made you want to scream, he was pushing all the right buttons. 

“Yes, all day I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel if you fucked me, da-...Chris,” you gasp, lowering your gaze in embarrassment at how you’d almost called him daddy.

Most of your explicit videos had to do with the daddy kink and being a little in some way but you were a bit scared to actually say it to his face and let that side of you out until he brought his finger to your chin, lifting it up so you’d look at him. 

“No, you call me daddy, is that clear?” 

This time you really couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, eyes going wide when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, your lips eagerly wrapping around the digit.

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good girl, that’s exactly what I like to hear.” 

You’d do anything to earn being called a good girl by him again, anything. 

Chris was getting impatient now, quickly flipping you over so you were laying on the couch, his big hands parting your thighs, so your skirt would hike up to reveal the cute pink panties you were wearing.

“Aww, look at that, already such a big wet spot on those,” Chris let his fingers trail over your inner thigh, chuckling at the way you shivered and the way your face flushed at his words. 

The dark umber of your skin couldn’t hide how his words had sent a ripple of heat through you from head to toe. It was that slight condescending tone that did it and Chris knew it. 

You were so fun to tease, to work up to desperation which is exactly where he wanted you. 

Stripping your panties away but leaving the skirt, Chris took a minute to marvel at your pussy. His mouth watered at the way it glistened, the different hues of color to the skin there, the way your folds would open up for him if he pulled your thighs further apart. 

You looked good enough to eat and he intended on savoring every bit you could give him. 

This was everything compared to what he imagined it would be like, more than what any of your videos could capture.  

“Please, daddy! Please touch me, I’m aching so bad.” 

Your whines sounded so cute that Chris couldn’t deprive his good girl of what she deserved any longer. 

Settling down between your thighs, he began to kiss over your tummy, nipping at your skin here and there, trailing little licks and kisses over your thighs before finally, putting his tongue where you needed him most. 

The scruffiness of his beard on your sensitive inner thighs made you shudder and you gasped when Chris licked up your slit, collecting all your juices on his tongue, a groan coming from deep in his throat as he let his tongue swirl and dance around your clit before sucking gently, repeating the movement. 

You tasted like heaven like he’d been parched for water and now you were quenching his thirst. 

Chris wasn’t shy about eating you out. He held your legs apart as you began to tremble and close them from how good his tongue felt against you, he buried his face into your center, paying attention to the way your body responded. 

He made sure to angle his tongue, flatten it here and there, intent on making your legs weak, because such a sweet angel like you deserved it. 

You could feel your mind melting into nothingness, into that familiar empty but comforting and blissful headspace as you watched Chris go down on you, and enjoy it. 

You had no idea he could be so nasty but the more you watched, the more you saw that side of Chris you always dreamed of him having.

He pulled back slightly only to spit on your clit, licking his lips as he watched it run down over your folds, his fingers coming up to spread it around, his eyes fixing on your face. 

God, you were so beautiful like this and he wanted to see how much he could shatter you tonight.

After a bit more he gave you a break, standing up to admire you once more as you tried to gain your bearings.

The daddy in him was so evident now, every movement he made just screamed with it. You watched, panting, as his hands pushed his sleeves up a little more before going to undo his belt buckle. 

Even from here, you could see the way his jeans bulged with his erection. You could tell he was big and he hadn’t even taken it out fully. 

“You wanna taste this, little one? I don’t know if your little mouth can handle it,” he didn’t take his eyes off you for one second as he freed himself, his hand wrapping around his shaft, giving himself a few strokes. 

“I want it, please?! I can take it, daddy. Make me take it.” you were so far gone, going crazy for every bit of what he could give you.

Without having to tell you to do anything, you scrambled from the couch, getting down on your knees to crawl to him. 

It was crazy how easy and comfortable you felt being so submissive for him already but you were and it could tell it turned him on to watch. 

You wondered if he truly knew how much power he had, the subtleness to his dominance was everything. 

Making sure to move your hands behind your back, you sat back on your heels, patiently waiting for him to give you what you wanted most. 

“Look at you, cherry baby. Already being so obedient for me, daddy’s proud. Now c’ mere, open up that pretty mouth.”

You stuck your tongue out and moaned when he teased you, letting you get just the head of his dick inside your mouth before pulling out, repeating it until you bounced up and down on your knees and whined. 

The feeling of him filling up your mouth was unlike any other, you realized just how much you had been missing the actual thing, and since it was Chris, it was even better than your last. 

You let your spit coat his shaft, eagerly swirling your tongue up and down and over him, working hard to hear him grunt and praise you and resisting the urge to play with yourself as you took him in deeper, gagging around him.

His permission was what you needed, what you craved. 

You whimpered out a sound so broken when Chris placed a hand around your throat, not squeezing too much but just firmly enough to make you gag even more as his cock slipped deeper into your throat.

“Eyes on me, baby, that’s it. That’s right where daddy belongs.” 

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The sky outside had turned navy blue and your chin was covered in spit by the time Chris pulled you off him, still holding you by your neck. 

“You still wanna do this, princess? We don’t have to.” 

It made your heart warm to know that he was still caring and watching out for you despite the roughness and control you were giving him. It made you feel even safer. 

“No, I want more, daddy! I want you! And I know my safeword, promise I’ll say it if I need to,” you gave him puppy eyes, bouncing on your knees once more to show him how eager you were for this. 

“Good girl. Let me give you what you need then.” 

You stood on shaky legs, Chris using his own body to help you walk as you pointed him in the direction of your bedroom.

Chris had to smile at the familiar color scheme, red and pink, so fitting for someone as soft and bright and sweet as yourself. 

You mumbled out an apology as you tried to clear some of the stuffed animals from your bed. You knew Chris knew you were a little and your videos oftentimes had DDLG role plays but it still felt so vulnerable for him to see. 

Taking your hands in his, Chris pulled you away from what you were doing, gently pushing you back against your duvet instead. 

You giggled, raising your legs up and pulling them back as far as they could go, trying to show off for him, show him that you wanted to take a real pounding tonight. 

Chris smirked at you, undoing the buttons of his shirt before letting it fall to the floor, you realized how cruel he’d been to get you undressed first, save for your little pink skirt. His body was beautiful and you wanted nothing more than to feel him against you now. 

Your eyes took in the tattoos on his chest, the one of his torso, the way his chest hair looked in the low red light of your room, all of him made you ache more.

He kept stroking himself slowly as he kicked the rest of his jeans off and climbed up onto the bed, his finger swiping up a bead of precum from his throbbing head that was about to fall onto your sheets, pushing it inside your mouth instead. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

The saltiness made you smile and you whined at him once more, a silent plea for him to fuck you, with the eventual gift of swallowing his cum after. It was everything you craved. 

You batted your eyelashes playfully, watching as Chris positioned himself at your entrance, warming you up with his fingers first. 

“You’re gonna feel so full, cherry baby. I bet that’s exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about for so long, hmm. Daddy can’t wait to stretch your tight little hole.” 

Chris growled the words in your ear as he spent some time paying attention to your upper half, kissing you, trailing it down to suck and bite on your nipples, leaving marks and hickeys and bruises across your chest. 

He wanted everyone watching your next set of videos to know their little Cherry had been marked up real good. 

“Daddy, please fuck me already, I wanna take it!” you grabbed his hand and brought it up to your face, softly suckling of his index and middle finger. 

Chris raised an eyebrow at you, testing you, silently asking if you knew what you were getting into with him and you responded in kind, passing his test. 

The air felt hazy as you watched him roll on the condom you’d fetched from your bedside drawer, making eye contact with him as he did, whimpering out more pleas for him to take you, to fill you up how you needed to be so bad.

All those pleas were cut short by your gasps and the sharp sting of your nails digging into his biceps as he slowly pushed through your folds, your body trying to adapt to his size. 

“O-oh, god, daddy you’re so big!” you whimpered, not able to stop yourself from crying out at the way he was stretching you out little by little. 

Chris groaned in response, trying hard not to start plowing into you as he wanted to give you time to adjust, everything in him centering on you. 

Your walls gripped him so tight it almost made him lose his breath. 

The world began to melt and you slipped back into that blissful headspace, your head empty of all thoughts but Chris. 

He was so damn gentle and patient yet in charge all at the same time it made your head spin, your body lighting up at how he bounced back and forth between gentle coos and nastier comments about how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

“That’s it, baby. Starting to feel good now, isn’t it?” Chris let his hand ghost up your chest, settling around your neck again, pressing against your pulse point, watching in amusement at the way your eyes rolled back.

You struggled to keep up with it all, so many sensations and emotions exploding through your body that all you could do was moan and beg for more as the discomfort of his size faded away and melted into a searing pleasure.

Chris gave you exactly what you asked for, hand still firm around your neck as he let some of his body weight do the work, effectively keeping your legs pushed back by either side of your head even as you began to tremble. 

“Aww, honey I haven’t even really started fucking you yet and you’re already shaking.” 

“It-it just feels so good, daddy! Please more, please harder!” you were losing your mind, everything feeling so hot and delicious, your body feeling owned under the pressure of being choked and the addictive burn of him bottoming out with every thrust. 

Chris knew exactly what he was doing and it floored you, drove you crazy with need the more he played to your desires. 

His free hand occupied itself with spanking you, giving harsh little slaps to your thighs every time you felt like closing them, the sound of those impacts mixing with the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours and the slickness of your pussy along with your own moans made you cover your face. 

“Take your hands away, don’t hide from daddy, baby. I won’t say it again,” Chris leaned in further, his body enveloping you now. 

He could stay like this for hours, rutting into your wet heat, chasing that never-ending need to be buried inside you. This was more than he could have ever dreamed of, more than any of those late nights thinking about doing exactly this to you could ever compare to. 

His Cherry was just as sweet and addictive as he imagined you to be. 

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Time had ceased to exist for both of you. 

It could have been hours or minutes since Chris had started fucking you but none of it mattered, all you could anchor yourself to was him. 

He had made you cum twice just from missionary alone and you were delirious when he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. 

His strength kept taking your breath away, he had pinned your wrists back, held you down and handled your body with such strength you could only submit to him more. 

It was amazing how good he was at easing you into things so much so that you were begging for him to keep spanking you and fucking you hard, increasing his roughness little by little till it was the only thing you could focus on. 

“Open your mouth for me, good girl, that’s my good slut,” you pouted at his tone, a smile gracing your features when he spits onto your waiting tongue. This was everything you’d been wanting. 

“Swallow.” 

You did as he said, giggling as he spanked you hard, your bottom already feeling sore and heated. 

You hoped it would carry into tomorrow, you wanted to be sore all over as a reminder that this had actually happened. 

Being fucked in this position, ass up face down was an entirely new earth-shattering experience. 

Chris could fuck you even deeper at this angle and he took full advantage of that, bunching up your skirt and using it to pull you back onto his length as he pistoned his hips in that pattern he’d quickly learned you liked. 

“I can feel you so deep, daddy! Oh god, thank you, thank you!” you felt your eyes roll back as he lowered himself down so his chest was pressed against your back, his arms gathering up your wrists and pinned them in front of you as he kept going. 

You felt surrounded by Chris, every part of him filling your senses, from his cologne, the firmness of his muscles around you, the warmth of his skin, the way sweat covered both your bodies now, it was overpowering and yet you couldn’t get enough. 

“I know little one. You’re all mine, daddy just wants to show you that.” 

Chris couldn’t get enough of you either, every part of him wanting to give you orgasm after orgasm till you were begging him to stop, and that’s exactly what he did. 

It was so surreal to look down at the way his dick was being swallowed by your pussy and he savored every moment of it, eagerly breaking you down little by little, reducing you to a teary-eyed, blubbering mess in his arms. 

You were his now, he wanted nobody else to even attempt to make you feel this good and he just hoped you’d feel the same, allowing himself to lean into that feeling when you laced your fingers with his, squeezing tight as you came again. 

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The comedown from all that you’d experienced with Chris hit you hard. 

It wasn’t just the sex, it was the entire day spent with him that was now sinking in for you as you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing hard. 

You felt like you were floating deep somewhere in subspace and everything was foggy and you felt giddy and soft, your body still trembling with aftershocks. 

Chris smiled to himself as he cradled your head, gently rubbing your back as he switched his focus from the ceiling to look at you. 

He knew some pretty nice aftercare was definitely needed, you were probably feeling overwhelmed along with a dozen other things and he wanted to take care of you. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You starting to come back to me, hmm? You did so well, you know that, took all of that like a pro. Daddy’s proud of you, Cherry.” 

His voice was hushed and soft and you giggled at how sensitive you were to his voice alone. It felt so nice to hear that praise from him. 

You just felt so safe. 

Most guys tended to skip the aftercare which bummed you out but not Chris, nah this was a man who knew exactly what he was doing and did it all with passion and care and safety. 

You slowly surfaced back to reality, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, to show him this side of you when you were at your most pliant. 

Chris didn’t take that lightly, he knew how much trust he was being given as you let him take care of you, let him grab you some water and get you cleaned up of all the stickiness of cum and sweat and spit though you both knew you’d wear that all proudly. 

It was an honor getting to tend to your marks and bruises, to massage your skin and hold you close to his chest and feel your heart beating almost in time with his. 

He was so attentive and careful with you, giving you time to tell him what you were feeling and to ask for anything else that you needed and your heart ached for him more.

“Thank you, daddy,” you sighed and relaxed back into your pillows as Chris fetched you your favorite stuffie out of your collection. 

“Of course, princess. Daddy’s got you.” 

Both of you tried to ignore it as best you could but there wasn’t any denying the fact that something had just happened between you, more than just the obvious sex. 

It was almost like you were both longing for each other, longing for more pleasure, more time, more everything. 

You wanted to ask him to stay the night, knowing you were already slipping into littlespace and also not wanting to be alone after something so amazing but you were worried it would be asking too much. 

As if your thoughts were etched onto your face somehow, Chris chuckled and came back over to your bed after checking his phone and sending a few messages. 

“I don’t want to intrude but I’m more than happy to stay the night if you’ll let me, I can tell you’re feeling little aren’t you, baby? You shouldn’t be alone after what we shared.”

Chris got back into bed with you, relieved and content when you immediately snuggled up to him, your stuffie wedged right in between. 

“Mhm, thank you, daddy. You’re the best!” 

Even silence with you was comfortable. Chris felt content as he lay back, torn between closing his eyes and succumbing to sleep and watching you drift off to sleep. 

This was probably the calmest Chris had felt in weeks and he was sure he was about to get the most restful sleep since coming back from doing so much press.

His body was tired but his mind had to mull it all over first as he was finally able to pay more attention to your room and the little details and pictures and posters he hadn’t noticed or seen before in your videos. 

Everything about you was taking hold of his heart and it worried him a little, knowing you might not want this to be much more than a one night stand or just being fuckbuddies. 

It was too soon to think about all that but Chris couldn’t help it. His little Cherry was quickly becoming all he wanted. 

And despite his worries, you felt the exact same way, thinking of how much you didn’t want him to leave in the morning and how amazing he’d made you feel the whole day from beginning to end as you shut your eyes. 

It was all fun and games till feelings got involved and feelings were knocking on both your front doors right now. 

And who were you kidding, this could be spotted a mile away, neither Chris nor you could stop yourselves from falling for each other and that was just a fact you were going to have to accept. 

For now, you were satisfied in every aspect of the word and could confirm that hunch you’d had for years now, Chris Evans was the most amazing daddy.

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A/N: OK I hope this was nice and dirty but also soft for y’all! Chris and Cherry legit have my heart and I’m excited to see how I can make them fall in love and be nasty together even more!

Please let me know what you think, feedback really helps me stay motivated and improve as well and as always, thank you for reading and being as into this story as I am!

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[bonny-kookoo]

Bad Girl (JJK x Reader) 🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Good Girl AU, slight angst, fluff and romance, smut, oh god there’s so much filth

Warnings: DD/LG themes, it’s actually a major part in this so if you’re uncomfy you can skip this chapter thanks, GG is scared to talk to Koo about it, Koo thinks the worst, life lesson to learn from this: talk about shit, cockwarming, Dom!Jungkook, like he’s actually pretty demanding this time, Sub!Reader, non-sexual spanking, Bratty!Reader, toy usage, more to be added if I get carried away writing again

Summary: Jungkook has gotten so used to you being the sweet angel you are all the time, that he’s actually a bit confused when you’re not. Are you unhappy with him? Or do you only need to be put back into your place again?

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

Well, this was certainly new.

For hours, Jungkook had been immersed into the screen of his PC- yet he wasn't playing any video game at all. He was desperately trying to come up with ideas, new inspiration, as his mind was seemingly clogged up with random thoughts that didn't fit what he wanted.

Time to get his mind off of things?

Maybe, but Jungkook had ignored you almost the entire day already, the clock now nearing 4 in the evening. You promptly walked over to him, ignoring his attempts to tell you he did not have time right now, but simply seating yourself ontop of his thighs, taking your rightful place on your throne which was his lap. He bit his tongue as he closed his eyes for a second, refraining from saying anything you could take wrongly. "Baby, I have to finish this-" He started, voice growing a bit whiny at the end as his head fall backwards, chuckle escaping him at your struggle to open his fly while he was sitting. "As much as I love the idea I can't fuck you right now princess-" He said, but you shook your head.

"I'll wait then, I can be good." You stated, making his pupils widen at the way you said that. You pulled him out of the warmth inside his underwear, hands moving over the skin of his length as he slowly grew more firm inside your palms. You moved a bit, Jungkook helping you by holding your waist to make sure you couldn't slip off as he watched you curiously, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side as you began to lower yourself. He held you still before you could move.

"No no no wait, condom-" He said hurriedly, but you simply giggled, shaking your head. "Baby no, we talked about that-" He began again, but you looked at him with an innocent face.

"But we're not gonna do anything!" You said, and it dawned on him what you were trying to do.

Cockwarming?

He'd heard of it, Taehyung having told him once that he'd tried but failed, unable to sit still for so long. Yet for Jungkook this could be a challenge for himself to try and keep himself in check, to train his own will by simply leaving himself inside you. This would be the first time going bare, and he didn't want to mess it up. So he nodded, letting you lower yourself down on him, his member enterin you slowly, entirely new feeling as he noticed the way your walls welcomed him inside, warmth comforting in a way he could not describe. This was.. actually not that bad.

"Hm.. you're comfy baby?" He asked, and you nodded, resting your head on the inside of his shoulder as he held you, pulling his chair closer to his Screen again, mind now a bit more calm as he began to collect sketches and ideas more orderly, finally able to catch a decent train of thought. Sometimes you really had great ideas.

Again you'd bee searching for ways to tell Jungkook about things that had been bothering you. No, bothering wasn't the right word.. it was weighing you down, prohibiting you any kind of full forced happiness, because it always crept into the back of your mind, corrupting your thoughts with harsh visions of him calling you weird or even going as far as to leave entirely. After all, it was quite.. weird.

It wasn't like you were regressing into a full forced baby, no. You'd learned to take care of yourself even when you were falling into your headspace, knowing how to make yourself comfortable without any help of someone to watch over you. However, just like everyone else in this world, regardless of who, you craved to share these moments of full on vulnerability with someone you loved and trusted.

Jungkook.

It wasn't like you didn't trust him, but he was someone who'd put his own needs and interests behind just for you, and you didn't want that to happen. As selfish as it sounded, you wanted him to care for you because he wanted to, not because he felt as if he needed to do it in order to keep you happy. You could let go of it just to stay with him, if that was what it would take for you and him to stay together.

"Baby, I was gonna go to the store real quick, you need some..thing.?" His voice got a bit slower and died down eventually as you shut your laptop with quite the amount of force from being startled by him, making him furrow his brows a bit. "Everything alright?" He asked, now a bit more serious in tone as he could sense something off about you.

"Yeah! Sure, eh.. could you pick up some Milk? We're out of it almost so, uh.. yeah.." You said, smiling, yet without true intentions. Jungkook nodded, telling you goodbye as he put on his shoes, grim look on his face not diminishing at all as he thought about your behavior lately. It was quite worrying, how you now began to pick up on the habit of locking your phone with a passcode, not leaving your laptop open anymore, or how nervous you became every time he caught you on either of these devices.

What else was he supposed to think?

Weren't you happy with him? Had he done something wrong? He tried to think of something, anything that would explain you putting distance between you two so suddenly, yet he could not come up with something that would sound rational. And even with all the signs pointing towards it, he could not make himself belief you would genuinely go out and meet someone else behind his back; you were not like that at all. So what was really going on?

He almost dropped the milk carton in his hand as his phone buzzed, the message something that made his stomach drop.

'We need to talk.'

This was planned way better than executed.

Having Jungkook sit in front of you on the bed was making it even harder to just come out and say it. Every time your brain attempted to send the proper signals to your tongue, trying to open your lips to form words, they just wouldn't come out. It was as if you tried to drive a car with the breaks still pressed; it didn't work at all.

Yet you couldn't seem to loosen your breaks.

Jungkook sighed, running a hand over his face, as he took your hand into his, worried look on his face. "Look.." He began, and you watched him as his thumb gently drew circles on the back of your hand, his eyes averting your gaze. "If you want to break up-"

"NO!" You immediately said, loudly, startling both of you as you sat up straighter, grabbing his hand with both of yours, holding onto it as if it would disappear if you didn't. He looked at you with wide eyes, genuinely confused. That.. wasn't it? Then what had you so secretive and skittish lately? "I mean, except if you want to-" He smiled a bit, scooting forwards to have you closer, legs now on either side of his hips as you sat on his thighs.

"No, never. I thought you wanted to." He said, interlacing his fingers behind your back to keep you close, as he looked at you more calmly now. "But I know there's something you want to tell me." He hummed, trying to coax you out of your shell with a gentle tone of voice. It seemed to work as you visibly began to think. "It's alright, you can tell me anythi-" He started, but you cut him off.

"Do you know what.. uh.. you know, dd-lg means.?" You carefully asked, and his eyes widened for the nth time that day, looking at you with wonder. That.. that was what you were so worried about?

He simply nodded. "I know about it. Why?" He asked, even though now he had a hunch of what was actually the issue. It did explain a lot for him as he thought about all the instances you'd hinted at it in the past, never having the courage to actually say it out loud. "You're a little, is that it?" He wondered, and you nodded, looking down as he smiled gently, lifting your chin up. "Hey no, it's alright, really. I already suspected something like that, to be honest." He said, and your gaze finally found his.

"You did?" Weren't you secretive enough about it? Maybe he'd seen your search history, but then again, you were always so careful to only ever use incognito tabs and to always keep your phone and laptop close so he wouldn't accidentally stumble upon anything weird. Yet he proved again that you could hide basically nothing from him, as he smiled, absolutely not unnerved by any of it.

"Hmhm." He hummed as he visibly relaxed. "I mean it. It's okay." He said, and you fiddled with your fingers. "But that's not all there is, isn't it?" He asked, knowing what you wanted to ask, yet choosing not to take that burden from you. You needed to talk openly to him.

"I just.." You started, before looking at him. "So, you're like.. okay with it?" You asked, and he still smiled, while nodding to confirm your answer silently. "Would you.. like, you know.. take care of me, when I'm like this..?" You mumbled, and again confirmed, before verbally answering.

"I'll admit, I'm kinda.. uncomfortable with you calling me daddy though, if that makes sense, but I guess I'll eventually grow into it." He said, as you shook your head.

"you don't have to." You said, hugging him tightly as you began to rest your head onto his chest. "You'll just stay my 'Koo.." You hummed, as he chuckled, holding you close to him.

Yeah, he could definitely grow fond of that.

"No baby, we can't just order takeout all the time. It's not healthy." He argued, as you sat on the couch, pouting at him as you were getting ready to call back, just to have him turn around. "Don't even start young lady, No means no." He said sternly, making you deflate as you simply rested your chin on the back of the couch, shutting your mouth. Ever since you'd both agreed on the dynamic you now practiced, Jungkook had been slowly setting up more and more rules for you, some being more strict than others. You loved that, you were happy he was feeling comfortable with it, and deep down you knew it was in your best interest, yet you also only now realized how much freedom you'd had before. Yet even though you could feel the need to test your boundaries, you'd stayed compliant and a good girl until now.

Even though you were curious what he'd choose as punishments.

Jungkook had informed himself after your talk, silently learning more about what he should and shouldn't do. He was growing more and more into the role of an actual caregiver, having agreed to simply test things out instead of using someone else's rules or punishments as yours. Communication was key for you, and honesty as well; you were always free to tell him that you were feeling big, in which case your rules did not apply and you were free to do as you pleased. He trusted you to never use that as an advantage, simply believing in himself and his ability to spot lies on your face as soon as they'd leave your lips.

Something crinkling caught his attention.

"Y/n." He simply said, making you halter all movements as you cringed, caught in the act as you'd tried to open a pack of oreos on the couch, hidden from his sight. He'd heard you, however, and the way he called your actual name meant that he was everything but amused by your actions. "I believe we talked about having sweets before a meal as well." He said, feet stepping closer before he leaned over the couch, inked hand easily taking the sweet treats from your hands as you looked down your lap. Yet your toes wiggled in tension. Had you finally reached the end of his patience?

"Go and wait inside the bedroom until I call you out for dinner. No Laptop, and your phone stays here as well." He said, tone not leaving any room for arguments against his statement. Your lips turned downwards, yet you slowly complied, pulling out your phone and placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch, before walking inside your shared bedroom, attempting to close the door. "No, leave it open so I can still hear you." He said, and you sighed, before flopping down onto the bed.

Yet you also smiled.

He slowly learned more and more about what was right, and what wasn't.

For example, whenever you were feeling small, you were absolutely oblivious to anything of a sexual nature, which made him come to the conclusion that your littlespace and subspace actually were two different things. It made sense to him, the way your gaze would change as soon as you'd switch mindsets was a clear sign of what he could and could not do.

Sure, there have been awkward moments as well, and you had been crying a few times from too harsh punishments such as time outs as well- but that was part of the learning experience for both of you. You'd told him that you genuinely never had an actual caregiver in that sense, which only stroked his ego even more as he realized this was another first he'd claimed as his. Even if it was without actually knowing.

He felt proud.

"Koo?" You asked, eyes wide open and watching him from the doorway as he read through an article about a convention nearby showcasing some of the best airbrush artworks the town had to offer. He turned around in his chair, patting his thighs.

"You're feeling small?" He asked, and you nodded, walking towards him as you sat down on his lap, hugging his middle the best you could as you tried to read whatever he was reading. Something caught your attention as you called out his name again, pointing at the screen where his name was actually written. "Yeah, that's me." He confirmed, smiling at you.

"Why?" You asked cursiously, genuinely wanting to know, yet your mind was hazy, making it hard for you to form proper sentences. He didn't mind.

"Koo 's gonna be there and show his work to others." He said, and your eyes looked at him in awe, happy that he'd actually been chosen to be able to show his talent. You wanted to congratulate him, yet the only thing you truly got to do was hug him tighter, mumbling something that sounded like the word 'proud' into his sweater as he grinned, running a hand over your back. "Thank you princess, I'm pretty proud of myself too." He hummed, before closing the tab, picking you up and letting both of you fall onto his bed, tired from the last days of work, trying to perfect what he would be showcasing the upcoming week. You giggled before moving closer, laying flat on top of him as he sighed happily, eyes closing as you both drifted off.

“Huh, so now you wanna be a good girl?” He grunts our as he pushes your wrists back onto the bed, denying you any physical contact you desire to have with him. He decides what you get, and you look at him with wide eyes as his dark ones stare into yours. “Well that’s not how it works sweetheart.” He mumbled, flipping you over so you were on your stomach, pulling your legs towards him to lift your lower body onto your knees, center exposed to him in a for you humiliating position. “You can’t just pull stunts like that and then try to wiggle yourself out of it just by batting your pretty eyes at me.” He said, voice dangerously low and steady. He seemed so calm that it showed how well he fit the role of the dynamic you’d discussed earlier. This was him, through and through. “What was that?” He asked as you mumbled something into the pillow below. He brought his hand down onto your bottom as you still didn’t speak clearly enough, making you Yelp.

“Said ‘m sorry!” You whined out, and his palm flattened out, soothing the still tingling flesh of your behind as if to apologize. He hummed, hands wandering until you could feel his fingers spread your lower lips apart, admiring your glistening center. You moved your hips a bit, only earning his hands on either side of them, holding you still.

“I don’t think you understand yet..” he said, as he unplugged the charging cable from the toy next to him on the bed, the device now charged. “You’ll have to do better than that.” He whispered, as he pushed the toy inside you excruciatingly slow, making you whine. He simply chuckled at that.

“Or don’t you want to be my good girl again?” He mused, turning it on as you squeaked, hands gripping the sheets underneath you as you gasped.

So how did you end up in this mess?

Well, it actually wasn't your fault at all. Jungkook had just been on edge that day, that was it, not the fact that you'd sneaked sweets into the bedroom to brighten up your punishments, how you'd 'accidentally' put one of his white shirts into the same wash your red underwear and dresses were in, or how you'd been throwing a small tantrum when he'd told you to stay seated and finish your meal. Peas were gross and he knew you hated them. You didn't get why he wanted you to eat them anyways.

So yeah, maybe you had felt particularly bratty today, but when you were little, he never punished you sexually at all- it was an unwritten rule not to take any sort of advantage of you while in that absolutely oblivious headspace. So how come this was happening?

Well, Jungkook was too observant for your own good, you'd realized.

Because in the midst of your impish tactics to rile him up, he'd noticed your demeanor change. Whenever you were little, he knew that you would eventually get tired more easily; you'd simply get boosts of energy before taking naps between them. You were also not that interested in being disobedient at all, only thriving from his praise and smile, never enjoying punishments at all. He knew something was off when you'd started to giggle every time he snapped at you, and his suspicions were confirmed when he'd spanked you in the middle of the hallway- earning a very different kind of gasp from you.

In subspace, things were quite different. You were completely sure of what you both were doing, knowingly and fully consciously giving your control up to him while being aware of what may happened. This was a different kind of headspace, where he was free to use and ruin you to every extend he deemed fitting.

And oh how he craved to put you into your place this time.

"I don't think I ever said anything about you touching yourself." He growled, free hand grabbing your wrists back yet again, holding them tightly above your head as you whined, craving a different kind of touch to a different part of you. He knew this, was very well aware of the fact that you could generally only reach an orgasm if you were being stimulated instead of penetrated, but that was his plan. This wasn't about you; this was a punishment, and about his own fun.

"hm, you think I could try and make you cum like this?" He sang almost, changing the settings of the toy still inside you to a higher one, making your hips stutter as you shook your head, trying to tell him not to, as he simply chuckled leaning back on his knees as he watched you squirm. "Huh, that wasn't a question baby." He said, beginning to move the toy before stopping, as he clicked his tongue when you tried to reach for it again. Three time's the charm, you guessed. He however was not amused, pulling the toy out completely as you gasped from the sudden feeling of emptiness as he flipped you over, pulling on your thighs to have your behind facing him, hand falling down onto it with force, making the skin sting and turn pink. "You really love testing me, don't you?" He gritted out, hitting again and again as you moaned into the sheets below, making him scoff. "I can feel you leaking on my thigh, dirty girl." He mumbled close to your ear as he moved you yet again, positioning you on your knees to present your center towards him embarrassingly, making you whine. "Oh you don't get to complain baby. You wanted this, right?" He said with fake sympathy as his fingers moved over your pearl, pace without any form of gentleness as your voice failed, simply breathing heavily as your hands curled into fists, holding onto the cotton sheets as if your life depended on it. The sounds made by his hand on your exposed cunt were absolutely obscene, making the tips of your ears turn red as he continued his pace, inked hand working on your most vulnerable muscle without any mercy.

Not even when you came.

You cried out, trying to reach him but failing due to his positioning, sobbing without tears as you felt something within yourself snap, Jungkook groaning out loud as he noticed the clear liquid bursting out, making his length ache as his free hand grabbed onto it, moving it leisurely at the scene in front of him. "There you go!" He exclaimed, letting you fall down as he turned you over, spreading your legs as you caught a glimpse of him, toned abdominal muscles glistening with your release as he pumped his length, condom already wrapped over it.See?" He said as he chuckled darkly. "You can be a good girl after all." He praised, making you smile a bit as your core clenched around nothing, still sensitive to anything that came close to it. His predatory grin told you however, that this was not over yet. Pushing inside you, you mewled at the sensitivity, as he hushed you, pulling you close by your legs as he began to thrust forwards, rhythmic pace easily found as his hand moved over your breasts, kneading them before his hands wandered lower, holding your waist as he continued, breathing heavily as he growled, head dipping down to bite and mouth at your neck, leaving your skin red on his way, those marks soon to blossom into heavenly shades of purples as he let himself go, mouth finally finding yours, stealing every breath as he kissed you with need, want, as if he wasn't close enough to you already. "Hah you're so sweet-" He moaned, kissing you again before letting your lungs fill with oxygen again. "I love you, I love you so much" He whispered, picking up his pace as he bit his lip, thrusts hard and shaking your body, the sound of skin against skin echoing inside the room with wet noises, yet both of you didn't care as he finally let out a breathy sound, head falling back as he came, before lowering himself again, catching his breath as he still moved lazily, riding out his high as you moved a bit underneath him, making him laugh without sound. "My good girl getting greedy?" He hummed, pushing himself inside of you and staying there, hand reaching between your bodies to find your sensitive bud, fingers drawing circles over it in well practiced motions that made you suddenly cry out, your walls clenching around his cock still nestled inside you, making him humm in oversensitivity.

"Thats okay.." He whispered, moving again as he huffed, sweat running down his temples as he felt himself overcome the almost painful feeling of his most recent orgasm, picking up his speed as a small laugh mixed in between his desperate tries to even out his breathing. His hair was getting curly from the moisture, falling over his eyes and giving him the sheer visuals of the devil himself, making you sob as you desperately tried to keep your hands away from him. "It's alright, you're so good to me, you can touch me, yeah?" He chanted, and you immediately took the invitation, hands reaching for his arms, holding onto them as if your life depended on it. He smiled at the sight, at the simply view of your tears dying down as soon as your hands got in contact with him again, mind now at ease again with his presence confirmed to your closed eyes. "Such a good girl, taking it all so well, so good.." He said, voice low and rumbling as he went faster, now feeling himself tense again, to his surprise. "Can you cum again for me? Just one more?" He asked, and you shook your head, although a bit unsure. "You can do it, I know you can, just one baby.." He pressed out between gritted teeth, breathing hard against your neck as his thrusts began to dwindle, growing more and more unsteady as he suddenly began to pick up his face, mouth opening before he bit down his lip, breath coming out of his nose as his forehead fell into the crook of your neck, hand desperately trying to reach your center, sloppily rubbing over it as you snapped yet again, hot white pleasure painting the inside of your eyelids it seemed as you mewled, holding onto him for dear life as he felt himself cum without spilling, your release however coating his thighs again, if not as much as the first time.

He fell down next to you after pulling out his now softening length, breathing heavily as he closed his eyes, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, both of you utterly and thoroughly spent. He wanted to take care of you, but all he could really do was tie a knot at the end of the condom after pulling it off of himself, tossing it into the bin, before pulling you close. He could do that after he'd taken a short nap. Right now his bones felt like rubber, his muscles aching in the most pleasing ways as he decided the cleanup could wait after recharging.

You noticed that you were being carried, before you slowly opened your eyes. The scent of laundry detergent filled your senses as you instinctively tried to curl closer to the soft material of Jungkooks sweatshirt, making him chuckle. "Baby you gotta let go, I have to change the sheets." He cooed gently, placing you on the couch as you simply nodded, fists uncurling as you simply stayed where you were, noticing the oversized sweater you were dressed in.

He did this generally after sex. He loved whenever you put on his clothes, yet after being close like this, it held a special meaning towards him, making him feel as if he'd claimed you.

You loved it.

Balling up the sheets in his arms, he began to throw them into the washing machine,open window letting fresh air inside the stuffy room as miri followed him, making him watch his steps as to not accidentally hurt her. He sometimes stopped to pet her head, grinning when her little tail began to wag excitedly. "Come on, lets go cuddle our sleeping beauty, yeah?" He whispered with mimicked excitement, making the dog bark as he hushed her, speedwalking towards the couch as the small poodle ran after him, yapping at your hands as he suddenly threw himself over you, careful not to crush you under his weight as he held himself up on his knees and elbows pressed into the soft cushions underneath, his nose tickling yours as you giggled.

The way he could go from an absolute demon to the softest young man alive gave you whiplash, but you wouldn't have it any other way with him.

"Jungkookie.."

"What is it?"

"Can you carry me to McDonalds?"

"First of all its been two days, second of all, get on my back."

[lg-secretsx]

Hi cutie! Quick question for you. My Daddy and I have always had our own version of a Dd/lg relationship, where he’s very much a caregiver in a lot of ways which I love but I’ve never been one to ever be super little with him. Even in my little moments, I never really slip into what I consider “true little space” because I’m not always a big fan of age regression (due to some traumas in my childhood). But I’ve been feeling sad lately which makes me sink deeper into my little space and I’m really pining for my Daddy to just take care of me. I’m feeling really shy and anxious about showing my Daddy my little side because I don’t want to ever make him uncomfortable and our relationship is still fairly new.

Do you have any advice on how I can bring this up with my Daddy and find out what he’s comfortable with? I have a feeling he’s going to be more than happy no matter what, I just get a lil scared 🥺🥺🥺 so any advice you have would be lovely. Thank you 💕💕

Wow first let me just say I LOVED reading this ask because I relate to it so much. I think it's probably true for a lot of littles in this community that little space feels almost a bit out of reach because it takes some serious vulnerability to really get there. You have to get past any of your own shame you might feel about wanting to be little, and then on top of that you have to take the risk of showing that side to someone whose opinion matters to you a lot. Neither of those things are easy. I also totally relate to the feeling of wanting to be closer to that space when you're feeling soft and sad. So yeah, thanks for sharing all that.

I want to address your point where you said "I don't ever want to make him uncomfortable." It sounds like you are pretty confident that he'll be accepting no matter what, but this is still a fear of yours. And I think this is really common among women and especially among subs, where it feels like our partner's disapproval of us is the literally the. Worst. Possible. Thing, and it's a huge tragedy if we make them annoyed or uncomfortable in any way.

Earlier in my relationship, I had a bad habit of constantly asking my daddy "am I annoying you?" And it would drive him crazy. Also, no matter how many times he would reassure me that I wasn't, I still would end up asking him later on or the next day. The one thing that made me finally squash this habit was when he said something like, "even if you are annoying me, it's okay. It's not a big deal."

The reason I bring this up is because it will be a good idea to first acknowledge that if you do start to dive more into little space together or even just have a conversation about it and something makes him uncomfortable, it's okay. How many times have you been uncomfortable in your life? And you survived. I think it will help take the pressure off if you try to remind yourself that a little awkwardness around this topic wouldn't be the end of the world... or your relationship.

All that said, I really don't think it's likely that he will be uncomfortable if you go about it slowly. Here's why. My experience was super similar to yours in that we considered ourselves to be in a dd/lg relationship before I ever really got into little space. I think we just knew our dynamic fit the mold - he's a caretaker and I like being taken care of - and the kinky aspects pretty much defined our sex life. But it was a while before I actually started to be little with him. And I think the reason it ended up working is because we both knew that those "little" things are part of the lifestyle. We were just a little afraid to completely dive in.

If your daddy is familiar with dd/lg and identifies with the daddy Dom role, then he probably knows that taking care of a little when they're in little space is a part of it, and he's probably got some interest in doing that. Or at the very least, he's curious about it.

So I think a good way to broach this topic is to both be direct about it and provide some ideas for what it might look like for you. This is obviously easier said than done which I guess is why you sent this ask lol. Here are some ways my daddy and I eased into little space:

I talked about other people. I would tell him about things I saw on Tumblr and share (incredibly timidly) what interests me or makes me curious.

We started small. One of the things I was most interested in was having him read to me, but at first, I just asked him to read a regular adult book. Now it's become storytime and he reads me kids' stories while I'm little.

I checked in about how he was feeling about different activities. And I still do. Not in an "am I annoying you?" way, but more in a "do you like this or not and why?" kinda way.

We used euphemisms. This is kind of ridiculous but for a while we didn't even say "D/s" or "dd/lg." We would just say "the kink stuff" because for whatever reason that was easier.

Another good approach would be to ask questions. It's often easier to create space for discussion than it is to just volunteer vulnerable information. What attracts him about dd/lg? What does being a daddy mean to him, and what are some new ways he could express that? This will make room for you to share your feelings, too.

It takes trust, and there's no magic way to avoid the vulnerability it will require of you. But I think the most important thing to remember is that you're both interested in this lifestyle for a reason! You might as well see where it takes you. Because it will be worth it. 💖

[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 4

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, P in V sex, fingering, Oral ( F receiving) , multiple orgasms, over stimulation, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) checking of safe word, possessive language, aftercare, toys, squirting, pussy slap, nipple/clit pump, some mild fluff

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day four, jack gift Honey Bee a special gift. 

Thursday 12th of February

As promised, you were left with a very sore and tender pussy. 

You awoke in uncomfortable pleasure with Jack's face buried between your legs, devouring you as if he hadn’t had his fill of you less than eight hours earlier. 

Lazily, you tried to push him away with your hand, in a feeble attempt to fall back to sleep, however thanks to your lingering sensitivity and the skill of his tongue he managed to coax you to orgasm despite your meager attempt to recede back into sleep.

You whimpered, grogginess clear in your high whines, as Jack lapped you up, savoring your taste before beginning to kiss his way up your body, pushing up his t-shirt you still wore to kiss at more of your soft skin. He gravitated towards your lips finally, lazily melding his mouth to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, alongside that taste you couldn’t describe as anything other than Jack. You moaned together, as if relieved to be connected once again finally.

Strong, familiar arms wrapped around you and lifted your hips to his, he hissed into your kiss as your soaked core rubbed up against his erection through his sweatpants.

“Is your sore pussy up to taking Daddy this morning?” he asked when you finally separated your lips from one another. His voice was raspy with sleep and need.

“If I'm not too sensitive for you to eat me out before I’ve even woken up, then I’m sure I can take your cock Daddy,” you cooed, giggling at the way his eyes darkened and the  hungry look he gave you as he quickly hooked his sweats under his cock and balls.

“If you can still take me after last night, then clearly I didn't do a good enough job,” he teased before he pushed himself inside you with a satisfied groan.

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Even with Jack’s morning distraction he had the two of you out the door, before noon, dressed ready in warmer clothes than usual due to the reported snowfall.

He took you to Piazza Navona, it was beautiful, even with the overcast gray sky, thanks to the cold February air it was not as busy as you expected, giving you and Jack plenty of space to roam about the decadent square to observe the beauty of the architecture and fountains.

Snow covered the ground, which did not dampen your experience in the slightest. Jack promised to ‘make up for it’ in the future by taking you back in warmer months, but you silenced his worries with a kiss. 

“I am thrilled we are here, even if it's cold, I don't need blue skies and sunshine to appreciate any of this Jack.” 

He gave you a soft smile in return, feeling some of his worry lift.

“I still want to take you back here Sugar, one day.” 

“I would love that, I just don't want you thinking I'm somehow disappointed because you took me here in late winter. I love it Jack, thank you.” 

You shared a deep kiss in front of one of the fountains, as the only two people in the square. 

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You were equally as excited when Jack took you to your next location for the day, and found it was just as empty as Piazza Navona. Trevi fountain was covered in snow, the blanket was growing steadily thicker as snow began to fall, Jack was grateful he had the foresight of an umbrella that day, opening it up and pulling you to his side as you both made your way over to the famed fountain.

“This is amazing, that we get to experience such a place, just the two of us” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder, huddling closer to him against the cold.

“It seems surreal Darlin,” he hummed beside you, kissing the crown of your head. “It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

You giggled. “Hmmm, and is this what we would do? If we were? Travel around, seeing the sights?” 

“If it were just the two if us, I would want nothing more than just to explore the rest of the world with you, Honey Bee,” he smiled. 

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You flipped through photos you had taken that morning on your phone as you sat in the passenger seat, Jack beside you holding your free hand as the driver took you to wherever he had planned for your lunch. 

You giggled at one particular photo, Jack was pulling a face into the camera as he would often do when in a playful mood.

“Send me them when you get a chance Darlin,” he said warmly beside you, smiling at your smile. You gave him a nod before swiping through more. 

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Lunch, as it turned out, was very similar to yesterday's lunch, as Jack had surprised you with another workshop. However, this time you were taking a pizza class. 

Your stomach growled as you entered the warm Pizzeria, shrugging off the thick winter coats you wore and hanging them up. You were grateful for the change in temperature as you both cleaned off the snow clinging to the rest of your clothes before joining the small class. 

You decided to spend the time this lesson enjoying the experience more than teasing Jack, who seemed just as agreeable to the notion as you stood side by side at your station, listening to your instructor. 

You had a lot of fun, Jack kneaded the dough for you as you stood to the side, admiring his arms as he rolled up his sleeve and got to work. As the dough was stored away to rise, you cleaned your station together, sitting down to decide what toppings you each wanted. 

Your pizza base was an uneven circle, Jack rolling it out once they were all deemed acceptable. You giggled at the lopsidedness of it, taking a quick photo of Jack’s pout as you giggled over your lumpy pizza base. 

Together you made the sauce and spread it on your base, before you were finally allowed to decorate it with toppings. Before you could start, Jack made an equally uneven heart shape out of your shredded mozzarella, and with sauce bottle in hand,  he managed to write  a very messy “JD ❤️ HB” 

You ‘awwed’ at the gesture, quickly snapping a picture of Jack next to his creation, smiling proudly. 

“How very ‘cheesy’ of you,” you joked lamley, making Jack groan.

You finished putting the rest of your toppings on before you were finally allowed to deliver your pizza to the pizza oven. Jack was thrilled to get to use the large wooden pizza peel, and you made sure to take a video of Jack putting your pizza in the large oven to cook with help from the instructor. 

While your lunch cooked you cleaned everything up, leaving your station as spotless as you found it. When the food was ready you and Jack sat at the tables, alongside other couples, chatting away happily as you all ate together, his arm around you lazily. 

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You were surprised when Jack led you back to the hotel much earlier than you expected, having just finished lunch and bundling back up in your coats to brave the increasing snow.

You weren't complaining though, as you entered the lobby just as the snow had started to become a blizzard, more than happy to escape the cold for the rest of the day. 

You were taken back to your room, and perhaps a little disappointed as you entered the bedroom, finding no gifts laid out. 

Jack took notice, chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“Later Honey, we’re only stopping by to get rid of our winter gear,” he said warmly, shedding his coat once more and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. He encouraged you to do the same, so quickly you dressed into a large baggy sweater dress, warm leggings and soft ugg boots. He took your hand once you were ready, and just as quickly as you had arrived to your suite, you were swept away to some unknown part of the hotel. 

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You were delighted when you passed through two large glass doors to what you could only describe as a mini spa resort. 

The air was warm and misty, smelling vaguely of vanilla and pine, tiled floors made shoes click as they passed over it, the walls were gray, with a large mural walk behind the tall reception desk. The hotel's logo stood out on the mural of trees, and sitting underneath, behind the desk were two petite young women who greeted you with a smile. 

“Mr Daniels?” one of them asked in a strong italian accent. 

Jack smiled and nodded, pulling you with him as you were led down a short hallway to the side, and then into a changing room where robes and towels waited for you. 

You both undressed in your cubicles, putting on the towels and plush white robes provided for you. Jack took your hand back once the two of you were ready for whatever treatment you were about to get. 

As usual, Jack had spared no expense, and the two of you were treated to a full spa experience. Jack had even gone the extra mile to give you a full beauty treatment as an added bonus. 

You were able to relax in the Sauna together, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder as the heat sweat away your stresses. That was followed up by your beauty treatment. Mani and pedi, facial, exfoliation, face mask, eye mask, you experienced the full works, all while Jack cooled off in an Ice bath.

You enjoyed your pedicure along with a small sample of fruits and sandwich , followed up with a delicious slice of decadent cake, and a glass of champagne. 

And the entire spa experience was topped off with a couples massage. 

Jack reached across the small gap between your tables whenever he could to hold your hand in his. Any tension you had in your body melted away thanks to the expert hands of your masseuse and the scented oils coating your skin. 

Sighing, you closed your eyes, trying hard not to fall asleep due to your extremely relaxed state, waiting to enjoy the feeling as much as possible by not drifting off. 

You giggled, along with your masseuses when Jack's steady snore revibriated along the tiled walls, his hand relaxing in your grip as he drifted off, completely and utterly relaxed.

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By the time your massage had ended you were feeling more loose and relaxed than you had ever felt in your life, you rolled your shoulders with a content sigh, loving how loose your muscles felt. 

“Damn Darlin, I didn't even realize my back was hurting so much until the pain went away,” Jack sighed beside you, taking your hand as you made your way back to the changing room to shower off the oil still coated to your skin. 

“You enjoy your beauty treatment?” he asked, taking your hand in his once you were dressed, inspecting your manicure and affectionately stroking your fingers with his. 

“Yes,” you nodded smiling at him. “Thank you.” 

He smiled back and kissed your forehead. “Not that you need a beauty treatment Darlin, you’re already stunning,” he said, making you blush. 

Washed, dried, and dressed you made your way back to your suite together.

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As he had promised earlier, gifts were now laid out on the bed, you bounced over to them excitedly, making Jack chuckle at your eagerness. Three boxes, with no clothes set out that evening, which surprised and intrigued you. As expected, one of  the boxes contained a lingerie set, red and lacy, but unlike the other set the had bought for you so far, they were not intended to be practical, usable underwear as well, as the cups of the ‘bra’ were not there, the lace would perfectly frame your breasts, leaving them exposed for Jacks viewing pleasure. The ‘panties’ were matching, crotchless, this set was purely to wrap you up nice and pretty leaving everything open to Jack so he would not have to remove a single piece from you to get what he wants. 

He growled softly behind you, wrapping his arms around you to kiss at your neck. “Gonna look so good in that Darlin,” he said, voice deep with lust already at the thought of you wearing it. 

“Open the others” 

You placed the first box down back on the bed, reaching for the next closest box and lifting the lid. Instantly you felt yourself growing wet at the sight of its content. 

“I hope after last night you won't be too sore to play with these tonight,” Jack’s teasing voice tickled your neck as you stared down at the toys in the box. 

So far, in the short time you had been together you had experimented with toys only a handful of times, and so far, they had been simple bullets and vibes. Evidently tonight, Jack wanted to be a bit more, experimental. 

One simple, silver bullet vibe, a finger vibe, a silicone egg attached to a silicone string you could only guess vibrated, and the largest dildo you had ever seen in person. Your heart was beating fast in anticipation, and you were sure Jack could feel it with his lips latched to your pulse point. 

“Open the last one,” he rasped.

You almost dropped the box as you opened it, overwhelming anticipation making you shake as you stared down at a toy you had only ever dreamed about being used on you. 

Nipple and clit pumps, you were certain Jack was planning on a night just as intense as the last night, and you were more than looking forward to it. 

“Go, get changed, I’ll be waiting for you.” 

You were quick to change in the ensuite, touching up your hair in the mirror and re-applying Jacks favorite mascara. When you came back out to the bedroom, dressed in the exposing red number, Jack was laid out on the bed, even more exposed than you, completely nude as he lay back with a cocky grin, slowly pumping his hardening cock. 

You feigned feeling bashful, hiding half of your body behind the door frame and avoiding his eyes. He chuckled, becoming you over with his finger. 

“No need to feel shy Darlin, you look good enough to eat,” he hummed, still stroking his cock slowly with one hand while the other was open to you in invitation. You padded over the soft carpet, still pretending to feel shy. As soon as you were in reach he pulled you to the bed, pushing you onto your back and bending over you to give you a kiss. 

“I really could eat you up, you sexy little thing,” he teased, his fingers dancing across your skin to the lacy edges of your ‘bra’, the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare breasts as he played with the lace. 

“These,” he said, squeezing your breasts, weighing them in his palm. “A meal fit for a king,” he continued, growling before dipping his head further to mouth at your breasts. He lavished attention to them, making sure to toy with the one not currently in his mouth with his hand, squeezing, kneading the flesh in his large calloused hands, and tweaking your nipple while he licked and suckled on the other one. 

You moaned, already aroused just by looking at the toys he had selected for that night, but even further so now. You felt your arousal leak out of you, with no barrier to hold it thanks to the lack of material covering your centre. 

Jack switched, making sure each of your breasts felt the attention of his mouth, you looked down at him, and found him staring back at you with intense, dark eyes, watching your every reaction, every gasp and moan. 

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned agaisnt your skin, placing a few soft kisses to your peaked nipples before pulling away. His hand stroking the flesh of your thigh as he sat up, erection proudly twitching against his stomach. 

“Which of those toys caught your attention most, baby?” He asked, positioning you gently further back on the bed. 

“T-the pumps,” you answered truthfully, rubbing your coated thighs together in anticipation as Jack got up off the bed to collect the boxes. 

“Yeah? You want Daddy to torture your nipples and poor little clit?” he asked, setting the boxes beside you on the bed. 

You nodded up at him eagerly. 

“Daddy will do just that,” he promised, picking out the finger vibe from the box and sliding it over his index, switching it on so it buzzed lightly. “But I want to try them all out on you baby.” 

His finger started at your nipples, trailing slowly down your body until he reached your clit, circling it gently so the vibrations barely tickled you. You whined, lifting your hips , trying to gain more pressure to your clit, but Jack slapped your thich in warning. 

“You take what Daddy gives you,” he reminded you, torturing you further by rubbing his vibrating finger over your clit directly, so lightly you could only just feel the promise of the vibrations against your swollen bud. 

“Daddy please,” you whined, pouting when he chuckled at you, not taking pity on you. 

“Patience is a virtue sugar,” he teased, leaning over to rasp in your ear. “Daddy will will make you cum so hard so much it fucking hurts if you be good for me.”

You moaned, knowing full well Jack always kept his promises if you behaved for him. 

“Imagine that big one inside you,” he continued, knowing full well his words could turn you on just as much as his touches. “I wanna see your sweet little peach of a pussy stretch around that, your hungry little hole taking that massive cock, fuck, I bet it would hurt to cum around that thing, your cunt stretched so much and tightening around that, fuck I could cum just imagining that.” 

You moaned again, nodding your head and silently begging for just that, wanting to please him, wanting that painful pleasure. 

Your eyes were closed, imagining his little fantasy, how good it would feel when he surprised you by pushing the vibe right onto your clit, making you yelp. 

“We’re gonna start small, and make our way up,” he said, sitting back up to watch you writhe under the pleasure of the vibe. “It’s going to be another long night Baby girl.” 

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Jack had successfully made you cum with the finger vibe without ever sliding anything inside you, and had slowly worked you open with the small silver vibe, pumping it in and out of you slowly, bringing you back to the edge of pleasure before abandoning it to the side. You whined in frustration as he took his sweet time picking the next toy, much to your annoyance. There were two toys left in that box and you knew he was going to end with the larger one. He was simply trying to rile you up. 

Deciding you were being just a bit too bratty with your complaints, he gave your pussy a harsh slap.

“Patience Baby,” he warned with a growl. “That's your second warning!” 

You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself as he pretended to decide which toy to use. 

Eventually he picks up the silicone egg and returned to his previous position between your legs, laying on his stomach so he could watch up close. 

He turned the egg on, feeling it buzz in his palm before slowly pushing it inside you, cooing gently about how good your pussy looked, framed by your panties as it stretched around the widest part of the egg. Shoving it inside you as deep as it could reach he watched with fascination how slick leaked from you with each powerful buzz. 

“Remember, you can’t cum until Daddy says you can,” he laughed before licking up your arousal with a moan. You heard him whisper against your folds how you tasted so good. 

You were focusing hard on not cumming until he said so, but that was made far more difficult when he took a hold of the silicone ‘string’ attached to the toy, slowly pulling it down your channel and stretching your hole again. 

You keened, arching your back and trying so hard to wait for his permission. He repeated the action, pushing the vibrating egg deep inside you before slowly pulling it out, stopping when you stretched around the widest point. He watched entranced, growling hungrily every time your entrance stretched around it. 

He kissed your clit, circling his tongue around it, drinking up your moans. 

“Fuck baby, watching my sweet little cunt stretch like this, just makes me want to see what else I can fit in you,” he moaned, lapping up at your folds now. “Im gonna buy the biggest fucking toy I can find when we get home, we’re gonna find your limit one day.” 

His lips latched onto your core, eating you out vigorously, and still playing with the toy with his hand, he was struggling to grip it securely with how much you were leaking. 

He shoved the toy back inside, pushing up right against your g-spot as he began suckling your clit. 

You shrieked, trying not to wriggle too much as you begged, helplessly, for permission. 

“Daddy! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!” You wailed. Looking down at him, between your legs, eyes watching you intently again, you saw him nod. 

Permission. 

You thanked him with a cry as you arched further off of the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he drank down your release, tongue lapping at your hole beside the silicone still hanging out of you. You clenched down around the toy, shaking as your walls contracted  around the vibrations. 

“Daddy!” You whined, slowly rocking your hips into his face as you rode out your orgasm. As the waves of pleasure washed away, Jack ever so slowly pulled the toy out of you, kissing your clit in praise as he did so. You whimpered, sensitive as he kissed you there. 

He cooed again as you stretched around the toy, watching as he pulled it out at a snails pace, enraptured at the sight. 

“My pretty little pussy,” he praised, diving to lap up at you again once the toy popped out of you. You mewled, lazily trying to push him away, but he wouldn't be denied his sweet treat. 

Jack tossed the toy to the side and crawled up your body, lifting your thighs around his waist. Teasingly, he rocked his hips so his cock, now leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

“Daddy wants to be inside his pretty little pussy,” he rasped. “I know you’re sensitive baby, oohhh but daddy wants to make you a creamy mess before you take that big one, I need you slick with both our cum before I stretch you out with that thing.” 

He was rambling, but watched your expression carefully as he lined himself up with your hole, smearing his pre-cum around your folds, waiting for any kind of refusal before pushing his hips forward and filling you easily thanks to his attentions with the egg. 

“Fuck, there we go,” he groaned when the flesh of your ass met his thighs. Bottoming out inside of you. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his tip meet your innermost wall. “I aint ever been in a pussy this good Baby.”

Having neglected his cock for so long, choosing to pleasure you ahead of himself, Jack didn’t bother wasting time building up a slow and steady pace. He pounded into you hard and fast as he always did when chasing his own release and slaps echoing in the room. 

He crashed his lips on yours, noses bumping together as the taste of your cum flooded your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and messy, but Jack desperately seemed to need his mouth on yours as his hips rammed yours. You could tell by his desperation he would not last long, he rarely did when he had aroused himself so much by pleasuring you.

Once, twice, three times he bucked into you hard before warm cum flooded your insides, he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, groaning loudly. 

You didn’t complain about the fact that he had sought his own release as he lazily pulled out of you, pushing his seed back inside you with his thumb, knowing full well he intended to make you cum at least once more that night. 

“Baby,” he sighed, licking his thumb clean of your combined releases. “What's your color? You still good to try take that big one?”

“Green Daddy,” you sighed, settling into the pillows comfortably, preparing yourself for the challenge. 

“My perfect girl,” he said proudly, kissing your cheek and retrieving the toy. 

You knew there were larger toys out there, but this would be the largest you had ever taken personally, it was bigger than Jack, who was already an impressive size himself. He placed the toy beside you on the bed before opening the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube.

“I know you’re wet Darlin, you’re always wet for me, your horny little cunt’s always up for more, isn’t she? But we still need to prep you” he said, coating his fingers in lube and putting two in you straight away. The artificial lube, mixed with both of your cum made obscene noises as Jack pumped his fingers and stretched you open. 

“Daddy can get hard again on that noise alone Honey Bee,” he chuckled, laughing harder as your eyes widened as you glanced down at his spent, wet cock that was already twitching with interest.  

You bit your lip and wiggled slightly, stopping when his eyes cut back to your face in warning. 

“Are you going to take me again Daddy?” You asked as a third finger pushed inside you. 

“Ohhh, you can bet on it Baby,” he moaned, watching your hole stretching around his fingers. When he managed to fit a fourth, large finger inside you, he stretched you wide open so he could stare into your hole, groaning at the sight. 

“My perfect little cunt,” he whispered before spitting into your hole, giving you an obnoxiously cocky grin before pulling his fingers free and shoving them in your mouth to clean. 

Obediently you lapped them up, cleaning your combined cum and lube off of his fingers while his free hand opened the bottle again. Once he deemed his fingers acceptably clean he pulled them out of the hot cavern of your mouth and picked up the toy, coating it generously in lube. 

“You sweet little pussy’s gonna look so good taking this,” he growled, shoving your legs apart as wide as they could go and lining the tip of the toy up at your entrance. He was extremely careful, as he pushed it forward, watching your reaction carefully for any sign of discomfort. Even with the stretching and copious slick from the lube and cum it was a struggle to take, the stretch was burning and so far he had only pushed  the tip in. Jack paused, waiting patiently for your face to relax as he slowly pulled the toy out, then back in, pushing just a little bit deeper each time, pausing, waiting for you to adjust each time you grimaced. 

It took a lot of hard work, but with both your efforts the toy was eventually pushed as deep as it could go. You both moaned in unison once the toy could go no deeper. Jack laid down on his stomach, between your legs, staring longingly once again at the stretch of your pussy. 

“Baby,” he cooed in adoration, running this finger around the toy where your hole stretched around it, making you whimper. “Look at that, fuck, just imagine how much we could get to fit in you with practice. Your sweet, tiny little pussy’s stretched so wide, Can’t wait to make you cum on that, bet it’s gonna hurt, make you cry, sweet thing.” 

You were stretched so wide that the arousal you felt at his words could not escape, simply filling you up further, making you whine. 

“Wait here, hold your legs open,” he ordered getting up off the bed, you noticed he was hard again already, having worked himself up watching you stretch around the new toy. 

He picked up the last box.

Oh. 

You had forgotten about that.

Jack gently picked up the pumps before returning to you, gently attaching the suction cups to each nipple and your clit. He loved how your breasts look, framed by the ‘bra’, pump attached to your nipples. 

“Gonna make you cum so hard, it’ll hurt so good baby,” he rasped, voice deep and gravely with lust. 

He squeezed the pump gently in one hand, watching how you would react with fierce intensity and hunger. The first pump was just enough to feel a slight suction, a mild sensation, but he continued to pump away slowly, watching the way your nipples began pulling up into the clear cups. He groaned at the sight, and once your nipples and clit started to feel the tight suction you whined loudly in both pain and pleasure, unintentionally squeezing around the large toy inside you still. 

Without warning Jack repeatedly squeezed the pump hard and fast, startling you with the sudden, constant suction.

“Ahhhh! Daddy!” You yelped, struggling to keep still for him.

“You know your words,” he reminded you. “They’re there if you need them.” 

You shook your head no, wanting that painful orgasm he promised you and was intent on giving you. 

You were sobbing as he pumped away, clit and nipples red and raw as they were pulled up into the cups, there would be marks in the morning, no doubt about that. 

It was painful, but incredibly arousing at the same time, they had never been this sensitive before, this abused and your head was swimming in the delirium of it. 

Jack jerked himself off with his free hand above you, as you squirmed beneath him, the painful, burning stretch of the toy, and the constant and the arduous suction on your most sensitive parts were driving you insane. 

To torment you further, Jack placed the pump down but did not release the suction, instead, grabbing onto one of the cups on your nipples and tugging at it. You cried, the pain agonising but it just made you anticipate your orgasm all the more. 

Proud of the reaction he pulled from you, his hand moved to the suction cup on your clit, repeating the action. You shrieked, louder than you ever had before and Jack abandoned his cock to cover your mouth, as he repeatedly tugged at the cup, muffling your shrieks. 

“Normally I love your noises Baby but we don't need people coming to investigate that now do we?” he teased. “Now I'm going to let go and you’re going to cum for me. You understand?”

You nodded into his hand. 

“Good, you need to scream like that, do it into the pillow,” he said before pulling his hand from your mouth to grip the toy filling you up by the base and jackhammering it inside of you, still tugging at the pump on your clit. 

It was instantaneous, and as painful as he had promised. Your hole was stretched as wide as it could possibly go right now and gripping hard on the toy that was stuffed inside you. Jack growled, watching with rapt fascination as your poor abused hole rhythmically clenched around the artificial cock. 

You didn't shake as much as you thrashed, pulling the pillow to your face to scream your voice hoarse as tears escaped your eyes due to the pain you were drunk on. 

Wet squelching, screams and Jack’s praises and curses filled the room as you came and cum gushed from you. Your body was both trying to milk the toy and push it out of you at the same time, and you realized the toy was being forced from you because you were squirting around it. Jack seemed unaware given how big the toy was, but he was preparing to enter you the second he pulled the toy from you, the hand previously tugging at your clit pump was stroking his cock while the hand still on the toy quickly pulled it out of you, coating him in the cum still squirting from you. 

“Fuck Baby!” he shouted, surprised for just a moment before he growled and quickly shoved himself in your gaping pussy before you finished. Pounding into you at a brutal pace, unintentionally but happily massaging that spot making you squirt, drenching his front in even more cum before your body could take no more.

“Fuck I didn’t think this would be how I made you squirt the first time, but Im not complaining,” he groaned in your ear, ripping your pillow away from your face and pounding into you, holding your still thrashing body tightly to him, ignoring the pump still on you as his cock destroyed your hole. Over and over again.

His pace was brutal and you cried, from the intense pain and pleasure of your orgasm, from the suction still on your nipples and clit, from the overstimulation of him pounding into you before you had even finished, how tender and swollen your sex was that was continuing to be abused, and the words that dripped from his mouth. 

“My fucking pussy, this is mine,” he growled, his voice sounding feral and animalistic. “No ones ever going to please you the way I do, fill you the way I do, every inch of you is mine!” 

“Y-yours,” you eeped out, voice faint after screaming so loud. 

That was all he needed to push him over the edge, shouting his release as he pulled you up into him and he pushed in as deep as he could go, ignoring how the pump dug into both of you, hitting your cervix, making you cry out as he came.You felt it leak out of you, your abused hole unable to hold it in as he pulled out. Pausing a moment to free you of the pump, making you hiss in pain and relief before Jack collapsed on top of you with a groan, resting his head between your breasts and wrapping his arms around you. 

You weren't sure how long the two of you lay there, clinging to each other, hearts and breath slowing down and sweat cooling from your skin as you stroked his hair. 

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Eventually, once he was no longer panting, Jack sat up, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he took survey of the mess on yourselves and the bed. 

“You good baby?” he asked, the need for sleep clinging to his voice. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “That was…”

“Intense?” he supplied with a weak chuckle, getting up off of the bed. “Come on baby, let clean up and get you sorted.” 

You whined in complaint, rolling to your side, back to him. 

“I know you’re tired,” he cooed, gently picking you up and carrying you to the ensuite. “But you’ll regret waking up in a wet bed, covered in cum and sore as all hell.” 

“Fine” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, more than happy to let him do all the work, and you knew he was more than happy to do it. 

He took extra care with you that night, cleaning you up, removing the lingerie from your body, soothing your sore abused nipples with ointment, changing the bedsheets and praising you as you snuggled to him every chance you got. 

You were already asleep by the time he put you to bed and tucked you in beside him.

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[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.

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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.”

[harryspet]

little doe [2] peter parker

[Warnings] aged up peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, peter being domestic af, mj exists but she’s not with peter, doe goes into heat, dd lg dynamic, broken english, some sexy stuff, fingering

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Peter was an early riser. Not because he enjoyed it but because he was so used to four a.m. calls from Fury. In the morning, he woke up disoriented mostly because he didn’t even recognize the room he was in. It took him a moment to realize all the events of yesterday. Doe, a superhuman from another version of earth, was now living in his apartment. 

“Peter,” although her voice was silvery and light, Peter almost jumped out of his skin. He had forgotten that he had fallen asleep in her bed, mostly against his will. 

“Doe,” Peter clutched his chest because his heart was beating so fast, “Jesus, you scared me.”

The young girl was now sitting up in the bed, her white hair now a bit tangled, and she seemed to worry about the way he was holding his chest, “Peter?” Even first thing in the morning, he thought she was beautiful. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He assured her as he sat up in the bed. He had to remind himself that he had to adjust the way he spoke to her because she didn’t understand the nuances of the language. She reached out to touch his hand and Peter simply stared as she grabbed it, wrapping her hand in his, “Well … good morning.”

Peter looked at the clock on her nightstand to see it was only seven in the morning. With his other hand, since Doe was still holding his other, Peter rubbed his tired face, “Maybe we should sleep in. Sleep, Doe.”

He gestured for her to lay back down but she raised an eyebrow. He tried to pull his hand from hers but she only gripped his tighter. Looking at her, the girl was clearly wide awake now. Maybe they ran on less sleep on her version of earth. 

Fine, he was used to this. Peter sighed, “We’ll start the day early then,” Peter hoped by noon she’d be tired and they could take a nap. 

Peter moved to climb at the bed and she followed him, still keeping their hands interlaced. “Good morning! Good morning!” Doe exclaimed, practically bouncing. He showed her to the bathroom and, luckily, the functions of the bathroom translated well. 

To say the least, Doe was not shy at all. If it was up to her, she’d hold his hand through the shower, when she was brushing her teeth, and even when she was relieving herself. He had to pry his fingers from her, deciding that he had to lay down the rules or she’d never have any sort of independence, “Doe, I like when you hold my hand, I do,” He squeezed her hand and smiled, “But we don’t need to hold hands in the bathroom.” He shook his head. 

She frowned, of course, but he promised he’d keep the bathroom cracked open as he waited in her room. 

“Peter?” He shouldn’t have been surprised when she arrived in the doorway, completely naked. He stared, only for a moment, and then realized he hadn’t given her any clothes to change into. 

“Stay there,” He spoke sharply and she froze. He looked through the drawer of clothes and pulled out the first dress he could find and then the … underwear. He tried not to look down as he handed her the clothes. 

Peter turned around and released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

She tapped his shoulder when she was done and then she was standing there, her wet hair dripping onto her mint green dress. 

He was already drained and didn’t feel like attempting to help her dry her hair. Instead, he said, “Okay, Peter’s turn,” He had a feeling that he might be speaking in the third person from now on. 

She interlaced their fingers again and Peter led her out of the room and down the hallway. The rising sun lit up the apartment thanks to the far wall practically only being made of windows. He told her to sit on his bed and she obeyed without hesitance. She was still bouncing with excitement, ready to begin the day. 

“Stay, Doe. Okay?” Peter raised his hands into two thumbs up. She stared down at her own fingers before mimicking him. 

“Stay,” She repeated. 

He had to admit, though he was glad to get a moment alone, he didn’t like not being able to see her. Peter went on with his routine, changing into a regular t-shirt and grey sweatpants. A lazy Sunday was hopefully ahead. 

Doe had wandered around Peter’s room which didn’t seem to have nearly as many decorations as hers. She wondered why Peter wanted her to sleep in a different room than hers. Were their souls not intertwined? Maybe since Peter was from this version of earth, he couldn’t feel the same bond that she did. 

She found a couple of photo frames. Peter with a tall girl with dark and curly hair. Peter with an older lady who looked just like him and Peter with an older man with a goatee. He was smiling so hard in that one. Doe picked it up, tracing her fingers over Peter’s face noting how young he looked. 

She hadn’t even looked up as Peter returned from the bathroom. Peter walked over calmly, already knowing what she was looking at, “Peter?” She pointed at the man standing beside him in the photo, “You … you,” She searched for the right word, “F-fa… f-”

But he shook his head, a solemn look on his face, “No, he’s not my father. He was a great man though.”

Doe raised an eyebrow, “Sad?” 

Peter nodded, “Yes, but not because of Doe,” He tried to assure her. 

She pressed a hand to her chest to say “my” and then tried out the new word again, “F-Father, he leave.” He hadn’t even thought about the Family she was probably missing. She had grown to like him so easily that he hadn’t even considered it. 

“Your father? He left?” She nodded but he had the idea that “leaving” to her meant something different. Something darker. He wasn’t sure how to talk to her when there was such a barrier between them, “I’m sorry.”

Peter grabbed her hand this time and Doe smiled. Then she moved closer, leaning into him and, out of instinct, Peter wrapped his arms around her. 

Perhaps that barrier was just in his head. It seemed that this, their touch, was all each other needed in that moment. 

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He had poured Doe a bowl of cereal as he made a cup of coffee and some toast for himself. And, like everything else, Doe didn’t like the way he did things. She wanted the toast and coffee and, when Peter insisted she eat her own meal, she climbed into his lap and started to eat his food. Really, it was most likely because she didn’t want to sit in her own chair. 

The dimension she was from must lack the concept of personal space. They weren’t together, she couldn’t just sit in his lap platonically. She shouldn’t be comfortable with him seeing her naked and he definitely shouldn’t have liked it.

Realizing he had to lay down the law once again, he lifted the girl and returned her back to her seat. Besides that, he did not want to see her with caffeine in her system, “Your chair, your food,” He told her before returning to his seat, “My chair, my food.”

She scowled at him, picking up her spoon, “Peter i-is . . . mean.”

Peter froze, in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee. She was learning faster than he expected, “I’m not mean,” Peter spoke, sounding offended, “You are a brat.”

“Not brat!” She didn’t understand what it meant but knew it was an insult, “Peter is brat.”

Her hands curled around the spoon tightly as she grew frustrated. Peter suddenly remembered that he hadn’t given her the suppressant pills. He stood up from his seat, “Doe, eat your cereal,” he spoke sharply, “Now.”

She took a few breaths as if to calm herself down before dipping her spoon into her cereal. Of course, she thought it was delicious. All this was only to prove some type of dominance over him and Peter decided he couldn’t tolerate it. 

Peter walked into the kitchen and opened the small kit that Pepper had given him. It had several weeks worth of pills as well as some sedatives in case she lost control. He collected two pills and a glass of water. 

When he returned to the table, she had finished her food but she was staring off sadly. He held out the pills to her and she simply stared, “Doe is not brat,” She told him, sounding resolute. 

“No, it was mean to call you a name, I’m sorry” Peter sighed, setting down the glass of water, “But Doe has to listen to Peter. Peter is in charge and he will take care of Doe.”

“Doe is sorry.”

He gestured to the pills again and she took them from his hand, swallowing them before grabbing the water. “Good girl,” Peter brushed his hand through her hair and she blushed, “How about we watch a movie?”

+

If they had a version of TV in Doe’s dimension, she certainly didn’t act like it. She was entranced by pretty much every movie he put on the TV and they had gone through several of the Star Wars and Terminator movies. Despite them being his favorites, she wasn’t nearly as impressed as when they got to the cartoons.

The giant blue genie on the thumbnail intrigued her and then he watched her fall in love with both Princess Jasmine and Abu. She was crying, holding his hand tightly, as Aladdin gave the genie his freedom, “Again!” She shouted her new favorite word as she forced Peter to play the movie again. “Please,” She added quietly and Peter only laughed. 

And that’s how they ended up watching Aladdin three times in a row. Luckily, as it played for the fourth time, Doe rested her head on Peter’s stomach and began to doze off. 

Peter gently moved her head to rest on a pillow before standing and covering her with a blanket. He had a missed call from MJ that he hadn’t wanted to take while he was alone with Doe. Peter walked to his office and slowly shut the door. 

“MJ, hey-”

“Ned told me everything. I knew you were hiding something, Parker,” She interrupted him and spoke in her usual cool, monotone voice, “You’re keeping a literal alien in your apartment? Did something in your brain ever say ‘hey, that might not be a good idea’”

“You want to meet her, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Peter smiled, walking over to the window, “You realize that her existence disproves a million known scientific theories. She’s probably valuable too. I bet a bunch of countries would be interested. You’d probably never have to work another day in your life-”

“You talking about selling her to a foreign government is not convincing me to let you meet her.”

“Fine, sorry,” MJ continued, “Here’s something that will. You know literally nothing about girls.”

“That’s not true!” Peter exclaimed defensively, “I’ve dated … I dated you for christ sake, MJ!”

“That is highly debatable,” MJ laughed, “Anyways, I can help! Feminine projects, did you think to buy those?”

Peter was silent for a moment, “Well …”

“Does she have bras that fit? Things to do her hair?”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Do you even have those things yourself, MJ?”

“I’ll see you soon, Peter,” MJ said before hanging up and Peter only pressed his lips into a thin line. Peter knew she’d keep her word and, knowing her, she probably had her own key to his place. 

When Peter walked back into the living room, he heard Doe calling for him. Well, that nap lasted quicker than he thought. As he made his way to the couch, he realized something was very wrong. Her face and skin had turned a shade of red and she looked like she was hyperventilating, “Peter,” She gasped, tears in her eyes. 

He rushed to her side, flinging the blankets away as he tried to find where she was hurt. He saw lines of blue, like electricity, running beneath her skin. He gulped. He couldn’t find any physical wounds but she was writhing as if something in her core was wrong. She clutched her stomach as she continued to moan his name. 

“Doe, Doe,” He was panicking, it was their first real day together and it was already going so wrong. She didn’t answer, only moaned his name. Peter cursed, pulling out his phone to call Pepper. 

Peter placed a hand on her forehead, she was burning, “Please pick up, please-”

“Peter, is everything okay?”

“No, something happening to Doe. She’s burning up and she’s holding her stomach. I think something's very wrong.”

“I’m not sure what it could be … I’ll have a doctor sent over. If he can’t figure it out then we’ll have to run some tests. A sedative will help while you wait,” Peter was already running to the kitchen, grabbing one of the needles. He might vomit in the process, but he would do anything to ease her pain. 

He expected her to be afraid but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. As the needle entered her arm, she winced and began to cry even more. He put the syringe on the coffee table before sitting on the couch and lifting the girl into his lap. 

“I’ve got you,” He spoke softly though his heart was racing fast, “I’ve got you.”

She shifted reaching a shaky hand to touch his cheek, “Peter,” she spoke again, “hot.”

“I know, you must have a fever, Doe,” He couldn’t understand how she had gotten sick so quickly, “Just rest, the sedative should kick in any moment.”

She didn’t close her eyes, she shifted, positioning herself so she was straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck, and Peter wrapped his arms around her. They were so close that he was starting to feel that heat too. This was more than a fever, Peter thought, but as he held her he could feel some of the heat melting away. 

“Peter,” He felt her breath against his neck and a shiver went down his spine. That’s when she started to move her hips against him, “Hot … please Peter …” She was begging now. 

His hand fell down to her thigh and he felt her bare skin as his hand rose up her dress. He could feel her nodding and she grinded harder against him, “Doe,” he was begging now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop if she kept going, “Doe … I can’t.”

Then she bit at his neck and then kissed the spots she bruised. She reached back to grab his hand, moving it so it was positioned between her legs, “Please,” she begged, and he felt the heat of her sex. She held his hand there, grinding against his hand now, “Take care.”

Heat. 

The need to be … relieved was causing her sickness. He followed his instincts, now beginning to move his fingers in a circle against her most sensitive part. She lifted her head, tilting it all the way back. “Thank you,” She mumbled over and over and he watched as the color came back to her skin. 

She shook as she finally reached a climax and as she moaned his name, Peter’s eyes darkened. 

She breathed heavily and her skin was cold against his as she fell back against him, “Peter .,, t-thank you,” She whispered. She rested against him and he knew she was sleeping now. 

It seemed he was more powerful than the sedative.

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Thank you for reading! My idea for Doe is that, in her universe, there’s an A/B/O type of dynamic in society. 

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ZEP S2 WISH LIST

Here is my wish list for ZEP future season(s):

This is based on a list I posted on another site after the finale. I've just expenaded on it. And added more things to the list: 

One: Joan = CEO.  Zoey or Max = Joan’s job (Zoey = Joan & Max = Zoey OR Max = Joan). -- Because they gotta keep Max around on the 4th, since it’s workplace centered show. And he’s free & looking for a job & he has loved working there & has been for 5 years, but he doesn’t want his old job back as a coder. This would allow them to deal with this the best. Without casting anyone new, and having the main cast all together in scenes, while also creating new dynamics... Because Joan is the new CEO (cause DMD is gonna be away for 6-19 months, so Joan is possibly not gonna be around as much for a while... a storyline written because of the actresses LG’s filming schedule conflict). So it’s either gonna be that Zoey takes Joan’s job (and Max Zoey’s job) or Max takes Joan’s job (and Zoey remains in hers...cause she has too manhy things to deal with currently to handle the responsibility of Joan’s job)

Or as an alternate option: Max does continue on his own path, and part of his character development (and part of more backstory for him, and his growth) will be his new career path. And I hope it won’t be on the 6th floor/at some other SrpkPoint team, but that he’d go on and start his own business or something. That’d be interesting, and source for many storylines. 

Two: Abigail returning from Africa & getting that internshop at Sprk Point. Tobin + Abigail (since KT has said he wants Tobin to fall in love) -- I really want to see Abigail again. and they did set up the possibility of that in S1. Also... this would allow Howie to return, too (as her dad now, not as Mitch caregiver)

Three: Max & Mo friendship. More of that. Team M&M being there for Zoey...at this time of grieving. The only two people who know about her superpower (the only two she’s told...cause the MRI technician might be “on the know” too? The third person who knew is not physically there anymore) 

Four: Max’s new look: beard (and locks). See: Skylar Astin’s social media posts during quarantine for the visual of the look. I mean... if we already had Tobin, David & Simon... all have a beard or a shadow of a beard...in the shows Pilot, then how/why would they (read: the network/studio) not allow Max to have one? The network made the actor shave for the show/S1, but... times they are changing. And the new look would fit... perfectly into the storyline. I mean.. Max is unemplyed for now, staying at home (not going to the offfice, so no “reason” to shave). Plus he said it himself... he’s looking forward to trying new things..etc. So it would make sense storyline wise, too. 

Five: Max & Tobin friendship - exploring more of this. It’s one of the dynamics we haven’t seen much in S1. But both Tobin 2.0 & Max 2.0 are extra great, and they’d work well together. 

Six: Tobin’s squirrel! Can he bring his pet squirrel to work again, please? 

Seven: More Team SparkPoint! More scenes, more songs for, more interactions with, more backstory of other member of the Team (Tobin, Leif, and everyone else) I really need there to be more song for Tobin/Kapil. 

Eight: The Max & Zoey office pool: Tobin being in charge of the bet “when will they get together”. Since everyone knows that Max has had a crush on Zoey for the longest time, and they’ve seen her sing “I’m Yours” to him (and probably more)... it’s time for this storyline. Because there is definitely some betting been going on about Zoey/Max, and if/when they will be together. 

Nine: More backstory to all (side) characters: The Clarke’s (Maggie, Zoey, David, Emily), Mo, Tobin, Leif, Joan, Max... How/When they started to work at Sprk Point. Their family. Their “outside work” life. Their personal experiences with grief (Zoey & Simon may be the only ones who have lost their dads, but Joan is defintely not the only person Zoey knows who has lost someone close... and she/we are just not aware ogf it yet)

Ten: Max & Simon: Both men agreeing to take a step back & take themselves out of the competition in Zoey’s mind, letting her have her alone time & family time after the funeral. Zoey taking time to think, and reflect...on things. And then sitting down to talk with both men (either all three together, or with each separately), and telling them everything/the truth. Telling Max about her connection with Simon and what happened on her “anger phase day”. Telling Simon about her connection and history with her best friend, Max and what happened on the day when the bad moon rose. And then either choosing one of them...or...if they are all open to it...then they could all be in a poly relationship... In other words: honesty from all. And no love triangle, cause that doesn’t work or fit anymore after S1. ETA [Dec 11th]: Oh, well...we all knew this wish of mine wasn’t fully gonna come true in early S2. The “triangle” is still there & both continue with their “heart songs” apparently, but we got a bonus out of it all: the two men are “best buddies” now. That’s something at least...

Eleven: Exploring the Max & Zoey relationship (co-workers, friends, romantic couple) through the eyes of others/people around them: We’ve seen Simon, who was an outsider & didn’t know them much, notice the connection between Max & Zoey. We’ve seen him say that he’s noticed how close the two are, and it’s also noticable when they are spending less time together. He’s even asked if the two are/have been a couple. So... he’s been aware that there is more to Max & Zoey than she has told him. Cause she keeps telling him they’re just friends & he has no reason to be jealous..etc... when he can see/sense that there is/was more... (and it’s possible that had she been honest with him from the start, he’d not “come between the two”...though IDK). How others see them. 

Twelve: Zoey admitting to herself that she hasn’t been fair with the two men in her life. Telling both the truth. Being open about her real feelings..for each. Zoey being more open with her own feleings, not running away from deep emotions. Not being scared of “what if-s”. Taking her own advice...to not keep it all (the grief) inside her, and instead talk about it...with loved ones. Dealing with it. And looking at things from a new, different perspective. Going after her joy... and realizing it’s not as far as she thinks. Realizing that she can live and love again after her dad is gone. Zoey admitting to herself that she formed an emotional grief bond with Simon only/mainly/mostly because she had a crush on him and wanted him for his body. That that was her motivation. Cause that was why she was so eager to help him, and why she continued her emotional affair with him. 

THIS IS WHAT HAS TO HAPPEN...FOR ME TO “LIKE” THE MAIN CHARACTER. Until she claims it’s all due to the powers or grief & won’t accept it’s her own choices & doing, I’m not gonna be able to fully enjoy the storylines. She may be grieving, she may be “stressed out” due to the power and she may have a “hot mess” personality in general, but since for me none of it is logical & I see her behaviours and all as irrational & controversial, I can’t “get” the character. To me her behaviour and all don't match up (and s much as I try convincing myself it’s cause of grief or powers or...) I cannot convince myself that those explain it. Hence she seems “OOC” to me... back & forth, all depending too much on the seasons set up (things happen in premiere, for sweeps, for finale... cause there have to be twists then, so even if they don’t add up or aren’t logical, they happen...) 

As Maggie put it, when Zoey lashed out on Howie: “We do not talk to people like that.” AND as Mo out it “don’t blame it on the power, this one’s all on you”. Meaning... she cannot claim that all of it is due to her grief or powers. And  personally need her to stop being in denial & claiming it’s “due to grief/powers”, when its been made clear she’s aware she is actually just trying to stay in denial.... 

Thirteen: Zoey + therapy & Simon + therapy: both taking time to properly grieve, and heal. And acknowledge their mistakes: Simon (emotionally) cheating on Jessica (he may not be a bad person, but he did a “bad thing”). Zoey leading both men along and being dishonest.

Fourteen: Maggie going back to work, continuing her landscape/floral business...without Mitch. But shell need someone to help her. The perfect candidate would be Autumn. She loves all things nature! Also...any excuse to have her (Stephanie) back. 

Fifteen: Paul (the family friend, who we saw in 1x06 & 1x12) being back. He’s the most likely candidate for a possibly romantic storyline for Maggie. IF they decide to write one. (and we all know TV shows like to write all that)

Sixteen: Mitch still being there... even if he’s not. In their dreams. In flashbacks. In Zoey-ality...singing to her. Any excuse to have Micth (Peter) back...as much as possible. And the “Mitch effect”: how he’s shaped everyone (Maggie, Zoey, David, Emily, Max...) who knew him... his “ideas” living on through them. Big Moments... 

Seventeen: Baby Mitch [cause, let’s be real, David & Emily are gonna name their baby boy after his grandpa...in some way or form)! David & Emily as parents. David as a father... even if he’s had doubts about himself as a dad [the whole “I dont think I’m manly enough” plot they did] 

Eighteen: Aunt Zoey -- Zoey as an aunt to “baby Mitch”. David & Emily asking Zoey & Max to be the babies godparents (they would...cause he’s like a family, and they have no idea about any of the triangle drama...probably). Zoey babysitting baby Mitch. Zoey & Max babysitting baby Mitch. Cause let’s face it - they would  not let Zoey do it alone - she’d be too anxious/nervous... #classictrope

Nineteen: Throwbacks to: The day that Max & Zoey met..5 years ago..a the company orientation day, and to other big moments in their friendship (how the movie nights started...). Leif’s first day...which was 7 years ago... sao hes been there longer. The day Max met Zoeys family, and seeing many of the moments they had together (any excuse to have Micth/Peter back) - the holidays, the summer barbeques...  and how everyone knew about Maxs feelings for Zoey. 

Twenty: More Zoey/Mo friendship. And more about her other neighours. Maybe her shy downstairs neighbour is ready for that moonwatching adventure on the roof? Speaking of which...can we get some astronomy/math storylines (backstory and expansion of Zoey’s interests - how it started, what she’s doing now...)

Twenty-One:  More singing & dancing...in whatever form. In Zoey’ality/Zoeys head, in dreams, in the form of karaoke or flash mobs. And one thing’s for sure... we need Zoey to SING...for real...to Max..once she’s made up her mind and chooses him. Whether it’s a flash mob, or karaoke..or just... “serenading” him... but she is her fathers daughter, and to parallel Max’s flash mob love confession & honouring her dad’s love for big moments, bigger memories...her “confession” should also be in the form of song...and dance.

Twenty-Two:  More people finding out about the power...though I don’t really see her “trusting” this secret to anyone but the people she already has told. Except for, maybe, her mom. It could help her if she’d know that Mitch communicated with her/them in a way...during his last months. And maybe she’d tell Joan. But... I actually do not see her telling Simon... even if they do make her choose him for now...cause she’ll make bad choices due to being a grieving mess. And unlike with her best friend, where she can request any feelings/heart song..or none at all... I don’t see her doing the same with her office crush, so any possible make out session will be ruined...as now it seems he is emotionally available, and “likes her back”, so he’s about to sing to her...during such moments. Yet...if they do get closer and she doesn’t tell him... that alone will drive them apart..the secret(s). And yet...if she will tell him...then I do not see a scenario where he will be okay with it, and as chill as Mo, or even as mildly chill as Max was. Because his entire belief in them is based on his belief that she has this natural connection with him...when in fact she’s using a CHIRP style device that helps her read his mind/heart. And unlike others, I do not see the possibility of him being chill or OK with her power, and her not telling him.

Twenty-Three:  CHIRP vs ZOEYALITY...the parallels between the superpower & the new tech/gadget

Written: over summer 2020 & updated with a few ETAs: Dec 11th, 2020