im not gonna lie i kinda feel like a standard work week should be less than 40 hours even if it doesnt improve worker wellbeing in a way that makes companies more money

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im not gonna lie i kinda feel like a standard work week should be less than 40 hours even if it doesnt improve worker wellbeing in a way that makes companies more money
thinkin about older bf! soldier boy purposely babying you despite your age ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
warnings: MAJOR infantilization, petnames, afab reader, gross/perv ben, daddy kink, spanking, light dom/sub, fem-pronouns, fingering mention, crying, brat-calling (just once at the end).
a/n: so excited to share my second piece! woo!! i think this is an official reveal of my perverted tendencies. any feedback + asks would be greatly appreciated <3
older bf! soldier boy looooves to act like you are simply too young to understand anything he says, so he dumbs it down into terms he thinks you can understand.
whenever ben retells glory stories from his days as the golden boy of vought, he turns to you, pets your hair, and coos “don’t worry baby i’m gonna say it in little girl terms too,” regardless of the devotees crowded around him. you nod your flushed face as your wide, doe eyes look up and patiently wait for his explanation: “when daddy was younger, he used to kill all the bad men in the world to protect all the pretty girls like you! split em’ apart with the same fingers i use to stuff your cunny.”
older bf! soldier boy constantly doubts your ability to act like a functioning adult. he just chalks it up to how much younger you are than him and that you're just a girl!
whether it be ordering at a restaurant, picking an outfit to wear on date night, or even answering a question during an interview with your partner, ben’s “guidance” transgresses helpful and borders domineering. faltering for even a moment causes his sharp eyes to wrinkle in the corner, a demeaning smirk to slip onto his lips, and a large hand to snake up your back until the rough pads of his fingers can stroke the nape of your neck. condescendingly, ben will sneer: “aww thats alright honey; you don’t gotta get it, you’re just a little girl. let daddy handle all the thinkin’, all i need you to do is keep being pretty for your old man.”
older bf! soldier boy who is overly protective over everything!! no matter what you do, he is there ready to step in and “help” his darling girl.
as you’re cutting up vegetables for dinner, swaying your hips to the ambient music floating throughout the kitchen, ben is quick to jump off of the couch and cage you between his corded arms, pressing himself into your back. His hands envelope yours, shifting the knife into his palms, “dolly, you know you’re too little to play with knives, you should’ve asked daddy to help!” he’s even worse while watching movies; shielding your eyes during the dirty scenes in a movie despite his hand being in your panties and fingers curling inside you!
and if you bring any of this up, he treats all of your complaints and fights like a temper tantrum!
ben crosses his broad arms, tightens his lips, and looks down at you(r chest) while shaking his head in chastisement. “sugar, i don’t like this tone you’re takin’ with me, you gotta respect your daddy.” and if you find it in yourself to continue to protest, he’ll thrust you over his knee and unclasp his leather belt with one hand and peeling off your damp, lacy panties with the other. “you’ve really done it now, little girl. now i’m gonna have to spank all that brat out till’ my good girl comes back.” he growls, his calloused hands cupping your cheek while his thumb sweeps away your salty tears.
a/n: ew im kinda gross... thank you for reading! likes, reblogs, and asks are SO appreciated. i had so much fun sharing this with you <3
thinking about calling husband joel daddy for the first time.
he’s deep inside of you, fucking into you missionary style, your legs tightly wrapped around his hips as his cock constantly strokes that sensitive spot inside of you.
You’re whining, writhing on the bed beneath him, soft sobs breaking through you with every overwhelming thrust. It just feels so fucking good. How is he so perfect at this?
His face is settled into the crook of your neck, his voice a distant rumble in your ear as he talks you through each movement of his cock. His back is slick with sweat, his biceps large and thick either side of your head. And the word just.. slips out.
“Oh, daddy,” you whine, your voice raw and broken when his pubic bone ruts against your clit just right.
Joel pauses. Stills inside of you. And you wonder if you’ve done something wrong. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. You didn’t even know whether he was into it or not. You straighten beneath him so his face is out of your neck, your eyes alarmed and face heated in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I— I don’t know why I said that.”
But the look on his face..
You couldn’t tell whether he loved it or whether he was disgusted with you. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, and you could have sworn you felt his cock twitch within you.
“Daddy, huh?” He asks, his face unreadable. His tone was testing. Like as if he were unsure whether you were serious or not.
Your heart rate picks up, your stomach twisting in anticipation to what he would do. You nod silently, your face still burning and hot to the touch.
Joel rocks his hips forward, angling his cock to drive right into your g-spot. God, he was so fucking good at that. You head tips back as an involuntary moan comes tumbling from your lips at the sensation.
“You want me to be your daddy, angel?” He asks you, his brow starting to bead with sweat. And then, all of a sudden, he has your legs pushed against your chest. The positioning is slightly uncomfortable, but the sensation? God, he felt incredible from this angle. That thick, heavy cock dragging through your most sensitive parts as he fucked you slow and deep.
Your eyes roll back, your mouth working before your brain. “Yes. Yes, Daddy.” You whimper breathlessly. The sound of that word on your lips again has joel groaning low in his throat, his eyes conflicted between looking down at your beautiful pussy or looking up at your gorgeous face.
“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, leaning down to claim your lips with his own mouth. “Daddy’s here.” He mumbles against them.
i understand this is the thesis of the whole thing but isn't it beautiful the way shane views his body as a temple housing his shame and ilya is absolutely addicted to worshipping it
this tweet sends me into fucking hysterics once a day
frank langdon and his younger gf :))) gf who calls him 'frankie' all the time no matter how much he despises it :))) gf who hates when frank has to leave in the morning for work and spends nearly ten minutes just whining over it and begging him to call out :))) gf who regularly sucks and bites at frank's fingers because they're just so long and thick, she can't resist! :))) gf who loves bouncing on frank's dick, but gets tired halfway through, and frank has to do all the work - but he doesn't mind :)))
js thinking about clark fucking you in a headlock and you’re biting and slobbering all over his big ass bicep and he says nothing but praises in return right in your ear all breathy and desperate bc he’s about to bust himself
oh and he reaches over to rub your clit because you will cum even if it’s the last thing he does.. which might be his dream way to go out
and idc if the thought is over done i’m HUNGRY