LittleMissDaddyIssues

🇱🇻 depressed with little to no hope, sleep problems ,daddy and mommy issues (an adult virgin)

[countingstars-17]

the pinnacle of motorsport

[mochisainz]

locked in

[oscunt]

OSCAR PIASTRI Post Quali Interview // 2025 Qatar Grand Prix

[chollin1]

🤏🤏🤏🤏🤏🤏

[kawhh]

Great Barrier Reef Foundation | Oscar Piastri

[rabbitinashell]

Pantalone in the Sheets

Control and Indulgence → Pantalone is the kind of man who buys his way into your mind and body. He doesn’t need to raise his voice, his wealth and calm authority make you submit before you realize it.

Calculated Touches → Every movement is purposeful. He studies your body like a ledger, memorizing what earns gasps, what makes you weak, and exploits it with precision.

Lavish Dominance → Expect silk restraints, velvet-lined rooms, wine dripping from your lips because he insists on luxury even when he ruins you. Nothing is rushed—he makes pleasure feel expensive.

Psychological Edge → Pantalone loves the power imbalance. He’ll remind you you’re his investment, his asset, whispering degrading praise while pampering you like a prized possession.

Pace → Slow, torturous, methodical. He enjoys drawing things out, keeping you needy until you beg. And when you finally shatter, he treats it as if he just closed a profitable deal.

Aftercare → Strict but indulgent. He’ll wrap you in the finest fabrics, feed you sweets or wine, stroke your hair like he’s comforting a cherished treasure—because in his eyes, you are.

Overall: Pantalone is decadent, merciless, and indulgent—your body and soul treated like an empire he intends to own and expand.

]]] - I know, this format is a bit different, but hey, at least it's something?? DUDES, I KNOW I WASN'T PRESENT FOR A WHILE, studying to be a waitress is stressful...(｡•́︿•̀｡)

I LOVE YOU BUBS!!!

[911gif]

9-1-1 s02e17 - Careful What You Wish For

[rabbitinashell]

I miss Bobby 😭

[herpsandbirds]

[rabbitinashell]

Dudes. Bros. Ladies. Sisters.

I just had the weirdest dream.

So, it flat-out started with shadow the hedgehog eating me out, touching me in all the places(gently, for some reason), and then the bit cut off with him making me orgasm and kiss me on the cheek after. The second bit started with me being interrogated by the feds on a killed girls case, and i was one of the suspects.

After a bit of talking, they realized I was innocent, but they didn't have much evidence so they sent me to jail. And guess what? Shadow was in that jail too, and that's when the second bit ended. The third bit started with him eating me out again, but on the jail floor, and this time, he wasn't gentle, and he was doing it like a man starved.

The third bit ended with me passing the fuck out from how long it went on, and after that, the last bit started.

It started with the jail going into a blackout, every inmate was roaming free, and I was hiding under a line of desks with some other girl, we were laughing and whispering amongst ourselves until Shadow busted down the door and turned directly to the desk I was hiding under "I will always remember that natural blond hair everywhere." He said as he crouched down and pulled me from under the desk by my hand. It quickly cut off with us trying to escape.

I succeeded in escaping but Shadow didn't, and they caught him before he could get close to me. It again cut off to the part where I was already home and all was well until I was sent a mysterious message.

:)

[rabbitinashell]

Yae Miko in the Sheets: Playful, Sadistic, and Unapologetically Cruel

Yae Miko plays with her food.

That’s the first thing you need to understand.

She’s a tease, a tormentor, and a woman who delights in watching you squirm beneath her thumb—not because she has to, but because it amuses her.

You don’t get love from her. You get games. You get tests. You get ruined while she smiles down at you like it’s all just a passing whim.

But make no mistake—if she’s chosen you, you’re already hers. Body, heart, and soul.

1. A Fox in Every Sense of the Word

Everything she does is laced with mischief and control.

Her touch lingers too long. Her words cut too deep. Her smile promises everything and delivers nothing until you’re already too far gone to care.

She speaks softly, teases sweetly—but beneath it? Cruelty, sharp as claws.

“Oh? Are you finally starting to understand your place? Good little thing.”

2. Teasing Until You Break

Yae Miko doesn’t rush.

Why would she? Watching you beg, watching you lose control, watching you fall apart piece by trembling piece—that’s the best part.

She keeps you on the edge, smirking as you grow desperate, helpless beneath the slow, torturous rhythm of her touch.

“So noisy… I haven’t even gotten serious yet.”

3. Power Through Pleasure, Control Through Chaos

Miko thrives on domination—but hers isn’t loud or forceful. It’s quiet, slow, and inescapable.

A hand beneath your chin. A whisper in your ear. A wicked smile right as she denies you the one thing you crave most.

You thought you could fight her? Darling, she’s already won.

"Poor thing. Still trying so hard to resist… how adorable.”

4. Delight in Your Desperation

Your tears amuse her. Your begging excites her. Your surrender? That’s the prize she’s been toying with you for all along.

Miko likes her pets obedient—but only after they’ve broken. Only after they’ve learned the lesson she teaches so sweetly with claws beneath silk.

“Beg prettier for me. I want to enjoy this.”

5. A Lover Who Doesn’t Stop Until You’re Ruined

Yae Miko doesn’t believe in ‘enough.’ Not until you’re trembling, breathless, undone beneath her hands—wrecked beyond words and pliant beneath her gaze.

And even then? She’ll smile, lean close, and promise:

“One more… for my amusement.”

You’ll obey. You always do.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Tease & Denial – Your frustration is her foreplay.

Verbal Sadism – Sweet words wrapped around sharp cruelty.

Overstimulation – She will push until you can’t take anymore.

Petplay & Ownership – You’re her toy. Her pet. Act like it.

Power Imbalance – She’s the one in control. Always.

Aftercare: Mocking, Lazy, and Possessive

Aftercare from Miko is soft—but only to remind you who you belong to.

She’ll pet you, praise you, tease you with lazy fingers running through your hair. You’re marked, owned, ruined—and she’s content.

“Good little thing. You did well… perhaps I’ll reward you again tomorrow.”

Final Verdict: Yae Miko is cruelty wrapped in silk, pleasure laced with torment, and a fox who always gets what she wants.

You don’t conquer her. You don’t tame her.

You suffer beautifully beneath her smile, and she makes sure you love every moment of it.

[queermania]

just saw a birth announcement thing that was like "3 inches went in. 19 inches came out" and i am on the floor in tears i'm laughing so hard what is wrong with heterosexual people

[icecraemcake]

there you go

[sweaterkittensahoy]

"This is our baby, he's six and one-third dicks long."

"What?"

"What."

[rabbitinashell]

Raiden Shogun in the Sheets: Unshakable, Dominant, and Utterly Divine

Raiden Shogun does not entertain weakness. She is elegance carved from thunder, control shaped into flesh. If she chooses you, it is not affection—it is command. You do not lie with her as an equal. You kneel as one made worthy.

She doesn’t just take control—she becomes it.

1. Impossibly Composed, Painfully Patient

Everything she does is deliberate. Her hands are steady, her voice calm, her movements slow and purposeful. Raiden isn’t rushed, and she won’t be hurried. If you’re desperate, breathless, and falling apart under her touch—that’s the point.

“You will learn patience. Or I will carve it into you.”

2. Cold Eyes, Hot Touch

She watches you come undone with a gaze that never softens. There is no smug grin or cruel laughter—only piercing silence as her fingers drag you into submission. When she touches you, it’s like lightning running beneath skin—sudden, searing, precise. She knows exactly where to press, what to deny, and when to destroy you.

“You’re shaking. Then I’m doing it correctly.”

3. Control is Everything

Raiden doesn’t need restraints. Her will is enough. The weight of her authority holds you down harder than chains ever could. You don’t get to decide when it begins. You certainly don’t decide when it ends. She’ll use you. Slowly. Beautifully. Until you can’t remember your own name—just hers.

“You don’t speak unless I permit it. Try again.”

4. She Will Break You, Then Rebuild You

There is no mercy in her hands. Only structure. Form. Discipline. She’ll push you to your limit—and then expect more. But when you finally fall apart beneath her, trembling, raw, and undone? She holds you like something precious she’s crafted herself.

“You belong to me. Now and always.”

5. A Goddess in Every Sense of the Word

Raiden doesn’t need praise, but you’ll give it anyway. Not because she asks—but because by the time she’s finished, you’ll believe she deserves it. Everything she does leaves you marked—mind, body, and soul.

You’ll beg to serve her again. She’ll consider it.

“Pray harder. Perhaps I’ll allow it.”

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Power Play & Obedience Training – You are hers to command. You’ll follow, beg, kneel—and she will enjoy every second.

Tease & Denial – She keeps you at the edge until your voice breaks. That’s when she knows you’re ready.

Verbal Discipline – She rarely speaks, but when she does? It cuts you to your core.

Spiritual Domination – Her power isn’t just physical—it’s divine. You feel it in your bones.

Sacred Possession – She doesn’t love in mortal terms. She claims. And she keeps what she claims.

Aftercare: Silent, Calculated, and Uncompromising

Raiden doesn’t coddle. She restores. She’ll clean you, dress you, guide you back to calm with firm hands and few words. She’ll hold you close—not gently, but protectively. Because you’re not just a lover. You’re a devotee.

“Sleep, little storm. You’ve pleased your god.”

Final Verdict: Raiden Shogun is not a woman. She is the storm you survive—and you’ll thank her for the destruction.

You don’t tame her. You don’t match her. You offer your body like a prayer, and she answers it with silence, power, and absolute control.

[rabbitinashell]

I need season 10 episode 15 daryl to tell me all the things i want to hear (yes, I have daddy issues)

IF YOU KNOW ANY FF OR BLOGS GOING DOWN THIS TROPE, PLS, TELL ME

[blossom--of--snow]

Thank you, Mission Impossible press tour, for giving Angela Bassett an excuse to serve cunt every goddamn day

[rabbitinashell]

Dude, her acting in 9-1-1 gives my brain the tickles, and she somehow heals the part in me that has daddy issues.

[capacity2]

I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital

[starlit-syncopation]

actually i was in the NICU for a couple weeks after being pieced together by surgeons but whatever lmao

[capacity2]

That’s because she used klarna. To pay through 4 easy installments with no interest

[rabbitinashell]

This is to all the people, in no regards if they are powerful or not.

I have been sent sent some asks to help with donations and such, i truly want to, but the money's tight. I have been sent some links regarding this issue. I do not know wether its a scam or not, so be careful with this, and if you want to do it, i advise you to make disposable emails and accounts on disposable devices, for extra cybersafety

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-fayez-family-in-gaza (the gofundme link)

https://www.tumblr.com/eng-fayez-1/784252287184977920/please-donate-now?source=share (the account of the asker)

https://chuffed.org/project/124058 (idk, I forgot what it was)

[rabbitinashell]

Capitano in the Sheets – A Study in Control, Silence, and Brutal Devotion

this one is on a laptop, so there are some changes

Capitano is not a man of many words. But he doesn’t need them—his presence alone speaks volumes. The weight of his silence is suffocating in the best way, thick with authority, tension, and a promise you can feel in your bones: You’re his. Entirely. Irrevocably.

1. Quiet Dominance That Consumes the Room

He doesn’t demand submission with loud commands or flashy gestures—he expects it. And somehow, you give it willingly. A single look from behind that mask is enough to still your breath, your body, your thoughts. The kind of control that doesn’t shout—it presses down, slowly, inexorably, until you don’t even realize you’ve surrendered.

He doesn’t have to say “on your knees.” You’re already there.

2. Touch Measured Like a Weapon

Capitano doesn’t touch you until he knows you’re ready to fall apart. And when he does? Every movement is deliberate, like he’s mapping your breaking points with the same precision he uses on the battlefield. His gloves might stay on—or maybe he removes them in slow silence, letting you feel the full weight of what’s about to happen.

“Brace yourself,” is the only warning you get—and it’s not nearly enough.

3. Patience That Feels Like Torment

He can be relentless. He can be brutal. But the cruelest part? His patience. He waits—for you to beg, for your voice to crack, for your defiance to crumble. Capitano watches you squirm, unravel, and come undone beneath him with cold fascination and unwavering control.

You break yourself just trying to earn his approval. And when you finally do? The reward is overwhelming.

4. Masked, Still, and Watching Every Second

There’s something devastating about the fact that you never see his face. Not when he touches you. Not when he pushes you further than you thought possible. Not even when your voice is shaking and your body’s limp with exhaustion. He remains composed—unmoving, collected, and impossibly focused on you.

You can’t see his expression—but you know he’s watching every single reaction, cataloging them, owning them.

5. Possessiveness That Burns Slow and Deep

Capitano may not say much, but when he finally speaks? His words cut straight to the bone.

“You are mine.” That’s all it takes. One sentence, low and final, delivered when you’re too weak to argue. And the terrifying part? You want to be.

Aftercare: Silent, Devoted, Absolute

He doesn't coddle. He doesn't soften. But his actions are unmistakable: pulling you close, holding you steady, adjusting your position so you're comfortable. When he wraps his arms around you, it's not affection—it's claiming.

You sleep wrapped in warmth and silence, his hand resting firmly on your waist like a brand.

Final Verdict: Capitano is the quiet storm—calculated, consuming, and impossible to escape.

You don’t just give yourself to him. He takes you. And you’re grateful he did.

[rabbitinashell]

Tartaglia (Childe) in the Sheets: Brutal, Addictive, and Terrifyingly Tender

im doing dis one on my laptop, and HIIIII, HOW HAVE YOU BEAUTIFUL BEASTS BEEN???

Tartaglia is the kind of man who thrives on chaos, on power, on the rush of control—and in bed, he's no different. He's intense, he's unpredictable, and he plays the game like he’s fighting for his life.

But beneath the ferocity lies something else—devotion, twisted and raw. He may break you down with his strength, his teasing, his relentless pace—but when it’s over? He still looks at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever truly mattered to him.

To have Childe in your bed is to be challenged, tested, and completely owned—and you’ll find yourself begging for more even when you can barely breathe.

1. Aggressive, Intense, and Completely Unforgiving

Tartaglia doesn’t hold back. Once he has you, it’s a battle—one he fully intends to win. He wants to hear you, to feel your body break beneath him, to push you past what you thought were your limits.

And when you start to fall apart? That smug grin spreads across his face like he’s just landed a perfect strike.

"Already shaking? C’mon, you said you could handle me. Don’t disappoint me now."

2. Relentless Like a Storm—And Just As Beautiful

There’s a wildness to Childe. You don’t get to predict his next move. One second he’s rough, biting down on your neck with bruising kisses—and the next, he’s got you pinned beneath a slow, grinding pace that has you whining for more.

He keeps you on edge because he likes watching you fall apart. Every reaction you give him is a reward.

"You look so pretty when you’re like this. So messy. So ruined. I want to see more."

3. He Wants to Break You… Then Build You Back Up

He’ll drive you past the edge, drag you through waves of pleasure that burn, that sting, that hurt just right—but when it’s over? He doesn’t walk away.

He stays. He pulls you into his arms, presses his forehead to yours, and holds you like he can’t bear to let go.

"You did good," he whispers, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “You always do. You’re stronger than you think.”

4. The Battlefield Is in the Bedroom

Make no mistake—Tartaglia loves a challenge. He loves it when you fight back, when you claw at his shoulders, when you try to take control—because the moment he snaps that dominance back into place? That’s his favorite part.

He’ll growl in your ear, teeth grazing your throat, as he pins your wrists above your head.

"Nice try, baby. But I’m always on top." (forget mami, PAPI IS ALWAYS ON TOP)

5. He Doesn’t Stop When You Break—He Starts Over

Childe isn’t satisfied with just one round. Once he’s started, he doesn’t stop. He wants to see you wrecked, sobbing, begging—and even then, he’ll ask for more.

"Again," he pants, sweat dripping down his chest as he watches you crumble. “You can give me more. I know you can.”

And gods help you, he’s right.

Bonus: Kinks & Preferences

Power Play & Resistance – He lives for the fight. Push him, and he’ll push back ten times harder.

Overstimulation & Rough Play – He loves watching you shatter, especially when it’s too much and you want it anyway.

Praise with a Knife Edge – He calls you good, strong, beautiful—right before ruining you again.

Choking & Restraint – His hand on your throat? It’s as much about control as it is about reminding you who owns you.

Aftercare Hidden Behind Teasing – He’ll mock you, kiss your forehead, hold you close—and stay.

6. Aftercare: Gentle Hands, Mocking Words, Unmistakable Love

Even when he’s done and you’re a wrecked mess, Tartaglia’s still there. He cleans you up, kisses your shoulders, wraps an arm tight around your waist and murmurs teasing little jabs like:

“Didn’t think you’d last that long. Color me impressed.”

But his fingers are stroking your back, his heart beating steady against yours, and he pulls the blanket higher around you.

"You’re mine," he says. It’s not a question—it’s a promise.

Final Verdict: A Lover Who Fights to Destroy You—Then Holds You Like a Treasure

Tartaglia is chaos and violence and passionate devotion wrapped in one breathtaking, bone-shattering package. He’ll wreck you, own you, and love you in a way that makes you never want to leave his arms.

And once he’s had you?

You’re his. Forever.