if you've been reading my fics, you've certainly seen the tag 'daddy kink' and reader has called yunho daddy in several fics, but usually it's tied up in the breeding kink of it all. my new fic takes a little bit more of a deeper dive into more 'formal' bdsm dynamics, including "DD/LG" or daddy/little girl. i can feel some readers recoiling, i've read plenty of things about ddlg including a lot of judgement and negative stereotypes, but i'm asking y'all to stick with me here (unless this is something genuinely triggering for you / if daddy is a genuine ick, i totally get it, that's why everything's tagged)

firstly.... having an interest in ddlg / engaging in ddlg does not in any way make either the daddy or the little girl inappropriate, abusive, unethical, etc. as long as everything is happening between two consenting adults. you also do not have to have a background of abuse in your childhood or something like that to engage in ddlg, though there are some people in the ddlg and agere (age regression) communities that find safe ways to engage with their childhood and their trauma this way (and not inherently sexually btw).

to start off.... this fic is loud and proud about ddlg. yunho identifies as a daddy dominant, and reader is still figuring out exactly how she conceives of herself (i.e. does she call herself a little), but she's very into the kink. however, i am not including any on-page age play or age regression in this fic. that is not because i'm passing any of my own judgement here, i am completely and entirely supportive of the agere community, but it's an experience i don't think i could write honestly because i feel fairly disconnected personally from the idea of regression. that being said...... reader likes girly things, coquette-ish things, plushies, soft stuff, and the overall ddlg aesthetic. there will also be no fauxcest in this fic (i.e. saying dad instead of daddy or implying familiar relation), i have no problem with that either and think taboo things can be fantasized about or roleplayed safely, but that just isn't these two characters.

however, it's incredibly important to me that reader is not only one thing. she is girlish and submissive and wants a daddy..... but she also has a career, her own money, and very clear boundary lines and self advocates a lot. she's 29, which is very intentional. i personally think an age gap is pretty hot, but i did not want an extreme power dynamic where she's in her early 20s and still establishing herself in the scene and with her own finances/career. i also want to emphasize that.... you can be a 'little' or engage in ddlg at any age. i think there's a misconception that the ddlg scene is just for lecherous 40 year old men and 18-22 year old naive girls who listen to lana del rey, but that just is not the case. (to be very clear.... that exists in this kink more than i'd like, and if you go down the rabbit hole of exploring it you need to be careful and protect yourself from bad dominants, i'm not saying it doesn't exist). as pedro pascal once said, 'daddy is a state of mind'.

one thing though that i do want to acknowledge that may or may not make some people uncomfortable with this being self insert is that size kink will be part of this fic. in no way do i think daddies have to be tall broad men or littles have to be waifish skinny girls, and i am trying to be delicate about the way i describe reader's body in this fic. any body shape, weight, height, can be a daddy or a little, and i don't want to play into the sterotypes about this kink. BUT i also do find yunho being bigger pretty hot, and he's usually written that way in the fics i write. i just think it will feel a little more on the nose with ddlg in the mix and yunho calling her 'little one'. so yes, she is physically smaller than him, and yes some of the language will sexualize that, but i am going to do my very best to not write reader as 'teeny tiny super special uwu' because frankly.... there's enough of that out there. especially right now in the age of hyper skinny.

at the end of the day, yunho is a daddy because he wants to care for someone, he wants to guide them, baby them, give rules and punishments, etc. reader is a little because she wants to be cared for, she wants to put down all the responsibilities of life for a little while and be held safely by someone she can trust to hold it. is it also kinda sexy for them? yeah, whatever, sue me. but i am a firm believer that taboo things and kink can be played with responsibly without it being a reflection of what you do and your morality outside the bedroom.

okay that's my speech..... i hope for those of you who are unfamiliar with this kink you understand it a little better. if you have questions, please just ask me, this is a super safe space to talk about kink and i always want to make sure my readers have a safe experience reading. if you are familiar with this kink or engage with it yourself and feel that i haven't represented something properly, drop me an anonymous message! this is one of my kinks personally and something i'm exploring, but i'm not deep in bdsm communities offline or anything like that, so if there are nuances i'm missing because i lack that larger context or community, i would love to know.

🎀 reader:

twenty-nine, a submissive and a masochist. she has been looking for her match in all the wrong places, but until she finds her very own daddy dom, she'll just spend her nights thinking about what it might be like to kneel for the right man.

🖤 yunho:

forty-two, a dominant and a sadist. he has all but let go of finding the right baby girl. after a failed marriage, he is content living his life quietly and casually. he's never found someone who loves him and all his dark appetites, until her.

kinks/cw for devotion (so far): bdsm, impact play (spanking with hands), impact play (use of implements), service submission, 24/7 dynamics / tpe or total power exchange dynamics, daddy kink, ddlg (no age regression), size kink, humiliation, degradation, praise, objectification, dollification, cnc, bondage/restraints, pain play, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, non-sexual rules, cunt inspection, nipple and clit clamps, breeding kink (fucking obviously what did you expect from me), an absolutely insane amount of sexting, directed masturbation, mutual masturbation, and filthy filthy dirty talk.

excerpt from part one: august 6th (01 days)

6:47 PM — Somewhere around seventy percent of the comments on your new photo were from other girls, and you like it that way.

Out of the dozens of photos you had taken, this one was the least suggestive, but to you it’s the most sexy and by far the most revealing photo you’ve posted so far on your kinky little corner of the internet. Up until today you’d shared mostly aesthetic shots; a book on your fluffy bedding, your delicately manicured nails, your hair cascading down your back, a lingerie bag, a new toy, the curve of your bare shoulder and the edge of your lips. Here, online, you are curated and pristine.

This photo is certainly more, but you like it, it makes you feel sexy and soft all at the same time.

In the shot you’re on your knees, legs folded neatly under you as you rest on your crisp white bedding. It’s cropped in such a way that all you can see is the plush curves of your thighs, creases arched at the hips, and the smooth plane of your stomach up to just under your ribs. You’re wearing your new set in the photo, sheer white thigh high stockings adorned with a pearl and lace garter, a ribbon tied into a bow at the center of each thigh. Your panties match, a thin, white thong with a sheer front panel, but with the lighting of the photo you haven’t given anything more away. Your hand is just visible at the top of your abdomen where you pull up the gauzy babydoll dress, your new nail set adorned with equally coquetteish bows and little hearts, stars and sparkles, all soft and pink and white.

The moment you post it, you walk far, far away from your phone and only come back again once you convince yourself it’s actually not that interesting of a photo and it’s not really going to get any significant attention. And on that count, you’re very, truly wrong.

You have messages, dozens of them, both anonymous and not that make your stomach churn. You’re not naive, you understand that posting suggestive photos of yourself on the internet is going to attract some sort of attention, sometimes that’s the entire point, but it always comes at a cost.

Skimming through the messages you start unceremoniously deleting. It’s a who’s who of half hearted attempts at getting your attention.

Hey pretty girl. Hi baby. horny, u cam?? heyyyyyyy. Cute blog. Hello princess. hi. Need a Daddy to help you tonight babygirl? u make me fuckin hard. How submissive are you? I’d put bruises all over those thighs. slut.

You block anyone who’s too familiar, anyone who tells you in intensive detail what they want to do to your body.

But then there’s your mutuals, friends if you can call yourselves that considering you’re just NSFW accounts reposting each others lewds and nudes, and all of them hype you up. You answer cute messages about where you bought your set, how you did your nails, what filter you use to make your photos look so hazy and dreamy.

Softening into your sheets, you reply to a few more people and then go back to reposting a few more things to break up your feed before you finish writing. On your blog, under your #thoughts tag, you keep a diary of sorts. Reflections on kink, on the way you feel about your growing relationship with BDSM, your hopes and dreams for your submission. You’ve had a draft working for days about the idea of 'submissive' the adjective versus the noun that you finally feel comfortable posting, so you do that before you close the app again. These posts of yours get considerably fewer notes, but that’s not really why you’re posting them in the first place.

You finish your workday, feed your cat, doom scroll a little on TikTok, but eventually you reopen the app to wade through another flood of messages. You swipe away most of them, but one catches your eye and instead of deleting it you tap the chat and open it fully to read what this stranger on the internet has to say to you.

🖤– I enjoyed your most recent post on your relationship to submission. For what it’s worth, if the things you post about on your blog are real fantasies and not just for aesthetics, I think you can use the term sub comfortably.

🖤 – No pressure to respond, I just wanted to offer that.

In a sea of horny messages, he cuts through the noise distinctly. You read it through twice. There’s nothing forward about it, no obvious angle to his intent, and no language meant to shock or entice you. It’s not the first time you’ve spoken to someone normal on this app, but you know better than to go off of an introductory message.

Your eyes flick up to his handle, and your lips tip up into a little smile, yourfavoritefatherfigure. Rolling over in bed, you tap on his profile and prepare yourself to be disappointed, but his blog is clean, simple, and aesthetic. Dark steel blues and grays and an overwhelmingly simple header: 42M | Dominant, Sadist, & Hopeless Romantic | MDNI. You recognize his profile picture too, it’s a still from the film In the Mood for Love, a shot of a man from behind as he sits at a desk, his white dress shirt wrinkled after a long day of wear, his head leaning on his left hand, a cigarette between two fingers and smoke curling up into the dark of the room. You scroll a little through his most recent posts, careful not to like anything quite yet and accidentally let him know you’ve been vetting him. It’s a mix, aesthetic photos of spankings, collars, and bruises, but it’s other things too. Horny text posts he’s reblogged, gifs that are more than a little suggestive, but what strikes you is what’s not there.

You’re used to internet doms who amass a harem of wide-eyed, innocent submissives, performative in their girlishness and desperate for a man, any man, to tell them that they are worth the breath in their body. You used to be that girl, you know exactly the way your mind would ache for validation from someone with the tiniest bit of authority, the way you’d give too much of yourself too soon when they doled out any amount of praise. Doms like that have blogs full of interactions, answered anonymous asks, shy virgins asking for permission to touch themselves, aspiring brats trying to push buttons, and egos so large it’s dangerous.

You card through his profile a little more to find that he writes, what’s more he reads, and it’s the Dostoevsky quote that makes up your mind about him, a perfect line for an honest to god sadist, “One never forgets the taste of certain tears.”

Tapping back to your messages, you write out a reply.

🎀– thank you… and yes, they’re real fantasies. i use this blog kind of like a journal.

He doesn’t respond right away, and you find yourself scrolling deeper on his profile a little more. This time you do let yourself like posts, and you follow him. If he’s the one sliding into your DMs, you should at least do him the courtesy of letting him know you’re interested with a little friendly internet stalking between mutuals.

Right as you’re weighing the decision to touch yourself again for the third time today, another message comes through and you’re a little embarrassed at how quickly you toggle over to it.

🖤– I see that. I appreciate that you’re so open with your desires and your thought processes. That’s something that can be difficult to navigate in a D/S dynamic, and being open with all of that as a submissive is so necessary. It’s refreshing to read how you conceive of obedience.

🖤– Do you have a dominant, or are these desires more hopeful? Theoretical?

There’s a little piece of you, the one that craves approval from men like this, that wakes up inside you and perks its proverbial ears up, but you try to keep your head.

🎀– i don’t belong to anyone, no.

🎀– i’m mostly exploring at the moment, but i do have some real life experience so i’m not sure that i’d say my desires are purely theoretical.

🖤– Selfishly, I’m intrigued. We have more than a few overlapping kinks.

🎀– can i ask you something before we compare notes?

🖤– You may ask me whatever you like.

Your bare legs rub together under the sheet as you roll from one hip to the other, leaning your front onto a folded up pillow so you can prop yourself up. It takes you a moment to articulate what you want to ask, but you know you have to do it. Years of getting your boundaries ignored and your heart bruised has made you a much more guarded person when it comes to dominants, and you suppose when it comes to men in general.

🎀– i mean this completely nonconfrontationally, but… are you messaging me because you’re interested in talking about kink, or are you messaging me and hoping i’ll send you pics or help get you off? and if you’re married or have a girlfriend and the relationship isn’t open, i’d prefer to know now and save you the trouble. infidelity is a hard line boundary for me.

You’re prepared to never hear from him again, that happens more often than not, and you swap over to Twitter to scroll something non-kink related, trying not to wonder about the faceless man somewhere in the world who just read your message.

It takes three full minutes (not that you’re checking), but a notification finally pings with his reply.

🖤– I’d like to know your other hard line boundaries, but to answer your questions in order: I am interested in talking about kink, I am not angling for photos and will never ask for them unless you tell me that’s something you want to share. I don’t need any assistance in getting off, and if sexting is something we ever do it wouldn’t be tonight and we’d need to discuss quite a bit first. I am not married, but I was. We’ve been divorced for eight years, and I do not have a girlfriend. Infidelity is also a boundary of mine.

🖤 – Any other questions for me so far?

You blink, reading his response twice over. You hate the little bit of your body that already wants to know what sexting with a man like this could be like.

🎀– about a thousand, but i wouldn’t even know where to begin.