#fem regression

[baby-you-you]

hii!! can you do a girlre themed list? just super glittery, pink, and little girly!!!

GIRLRE / Pinky themed things !!

🩷 activities

Decorate paper crowns, hearts, or stars with glitter glue and stickers Set up a pretend tea party with stuffies, pastel cups, and treats. Sticker book collection Use pink and pastel crayons to color princesses, castles, or magical animals Use pink, pearl, and sparkly beads to make pretty friendship bracelets Add pink bubble bath, glitter bath bombs (skin-safe), and a soft robe for a spa day! Pretend to do makeovers with toy brushes, lip gloss, and plastic tiaras.

🩷 clothes

Pink tutu Sparkle skirts Layers of tulle or ruffles Ruffled onesies or pajamas Headbands with bows or glittery ears Satin or lace robes Princess robes or capes Pink princess dresses pink princess jammies

🩷 toys

Glitter slime / putty Sparkle wands (magical girl vibes!) Stuffies with bows Plushies in pink, especially bunnies, kittens, or bears with ribbons Mini toy purse with fake makeup, toy keys, an sparkly clips Glitter sensory bottles (Homemade or bought)

🩷 games

Princess dress-up: Try on different outfits and pretend to go to a ball. charades: Act out stories like "Sleeping Beauty" Look for anything shiny or pink around the house, make a list of them, and see how many you found in the end! Stuffie fashion show Blow bubbles, dandelions, or glitter confetti while making gentle wishes

🩷 foods/drinks

Strawberry milk "Ichigo Sando", or strawberry sandwich. Strawberry mochi Heart-shape sandwiches Glittery jell-o cups Cupcakes in pink with edible glitter Fruit "Wands" (Skewerws) Cotton candy yogurt parfait

🩷 nicknames <3

Princess puff Sparklebug Glitter warrior Glitsy Glitter princess Blushi Twinkly Peachie Sugarplum muffin Pinkling

[gilearstimboards]

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Hana "D.Va" Song (Overwatch) Fem Regression Stimboard

I definitely see her regressing regularly. :)

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[bnuyboyy]

2010s kidre 🎒📑🍭

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Puppy Brained

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x pet regressor!fem!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: On a quiet Thursday night, you match with someone unexpected on a caregiver/regressor dating app. Her profile says "CEO, 32. Here to take care of something precious. Firm but gentle. I don't judge. All pets welcome." You didn’t think she'd message you back—let alone want to hear your little noises on the phone.

Warnings: All fluff!

Authors notes: I really have been feeling more pet than baby recently so here you go. Also reader is based on my regression and how I get not everyone regresses the same!

Also, to all the littles and pets, seeing this, please treed lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. This is my first pet regressor! fic. Everything is marked accordingly!

You blink down at your screen.

You: …hi? I liked your profile. Didn’t think you’d match back tbh. You’re like. A real CEO?

It takes her only a minute to respond.

Wanda: Hi, sweetheart. Yes, I am. But I also love to make sure my puppy feels safe and soft and seen. You caught my attention. May I ask what you’re looking for here?

You pause, thumbs hovering. It’s the hardest part. Saying it outright. But her message feels like a weighted blanket over your nerves.

You: I regress mostly into puppy space. Sometimes raccoon or possum. It’s not always cute. Sometimes I shut down. Or make little growls. Or hoard things. I’m looking for someone who won’t think that’s weird.

Wanda: Darling, not only do I not think that’s weird, I think it’s beautiful. Your brain found ways to protect you. That’s something I want to learn how to honor. If you'll let me.

Your chest tightens—but in a good way. You curl up further into your blanket, nose nuzzling your sleeve as you reply.

You: You’re so kind. I usually don’t talk much when I’m in pupspace. Mostly whimpers, licks, tail wags. (No tail. Just metaphorical. Like bum wiggles)

Wanda: I’d love to see your bum wiggles one day.

Two days later…

You’ve been messaging back and forth constantly—Wanda’s messages are warm, present, and just bossy enough that they make your tummy flutter. She starts sending you little questions:

What makes you feel most puppy-like?

Do you have a comfort toy?

If I gave you a bath, would you like bubbles or lavender more?

And then one night she asks if she can call you.

You hesitate. Your phone’s already in your hand. Fingers fidgeting. You type, erase, type again:

You: What if I slip a little? On the phone. What if I’m weird.

Wanda: Sweetheart. If you go quiet, I’ll be here. If you bark or yip or go all raccoon on me, I’ll just love you through it. I promise I can handle you, however you show up.

So you say yes.

And her voice?

God.

It’s lower than you expected. Gentle but rich. A lithe accent from Eastern Europe. You can tell she’s reclining somewhere comfortable by how slowly she talks. She says your name like she’s testing the weight of it in her palm.

You end up whining once without meaning to. Like a little high-pitched mrrrp noise when she coos, "That’s my good girl."

You freeze. She doesn’t.

She just says, “Mmm. There you are. My precious little thing.”

At the end of the third phone call, she hesitates for the first time. Then:

“I’d really like to meet you, bunny. Maybe somewhere calm? Private. I don’t want to overwhelm you. But I’d love to sit beside you in person. Maybe bring a blanket and snacks, and you could show me what kind of sounds your puppy self makes when she’s really happy. Would that be okay?”

“…Can I bring my comfort hoodie?” It comes out softly, unsure of itself.

“You can wear mine, if you want. I’ll make sure to bring it.” She responds without hesitation and your heart soars.

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The park is quiet. It’s a tucked-away spot Wanda picked herself—tree-covered, secluded, and far from the sound of traffic. You spotted her immediately, even from across the field.

She’s sitting on a picnic blanket, perfectly poised in soft slacks and a deep burgundy cardigan rolled to the sleeves. She looks less “CEO” and more “off-duty protector,” especially with the gentle smile she’s wearing just for you.

A thermos. Two cups. A little stuffed raccoon beside her.

And a soft lavender hoodie folded neatly at her side.

You approach slowly, arms crossed tight to your chest. Not because you're upset—but because you're vibrating. You feel that soft tug inside you, the one that says, it’s okay to go small here, and it’s hard to ignore.

Your voice comes out barely above a whisper: “Hi.”

Wanda’s smile deepens, warm enough to melt any frost.

“Hi, puppy.”

Just like that—you make a small, involuntary sound. A kind of breathy half-yip. You blush hard, turning your face away as your hands start to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“I knew that might come out,” you mumble.

“I hoped it would,” Wanda says easily. “It means you’re feeling something. That’s a good thing.”

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She doesn’t reach for you. She doesn’t pressure you. She just pats the space beside her on the blanket and waits.

You take off your shoes and kneel down.

Sit.

Then slowly lean sideways, until your shoulder brushes hers. Her warmth is steady. Her voice stays low.

“I brought you that hoodie in case you got chilly.”

Your fingers twitch.

“I’m not cold,” you whisper.

“But still want it?”

A small nod.

She unfolds it and helps you into it like it's sacred—pulling the sleeves over your arms, tucking your hair back for the hood. You let out a deep sigh once it’s on, tail-wag energy buzzing beneath your skin. It smells of cherry blossoms and sunlight. It must be her scent.

“You’re soft,” you murmur without thinking. “And warm.”

“Good,” she says, brushing her knuckles over your cheek. “I want you to feel that way around me.”

You curl tighter into yourself, unconsciously tucking your hands into your sleeves like paws. Wanda watches with a kind of awe, like she’s seeing something rare and beautiful. Not judging. Not analyzing. Just witnessing.

“I brought snacks,” she says eventually. “Carrot sticks, apple slices, peanut butter, crackers. And I made chamomile tea. Or water if you’d rather.”

You’re too regressed to answer in full sentences by now, but you nod. Whimper. Tilt your head toward the thermos.

She pours it for you, then holds out the cup. “Can my puppy drink from a cup today, or should I help?”

You flush but answer in the softest voice: “Can hold…will praise me?”

Wanda’s smile could light up the whole damn city.

“Oh, my darling. I’ll always praise you.”

You drink.

She strokes your hair.

The stuffed raccoon ends up in your lap, your knees tucked to your chest as you lean against Wanda more and more. Her heartbeat is slow, her breathing even. She smells like soft just like the hoodie. She’s real and calm and yours in a way that doesn’t feel like possession—it feels like permission.

Eventually, you say, barely audible: “Think slippin.”

“I see,” she whispers. “Do you need words right now, or just touch?”

You shrug. Words are gone. You’ve never been like this with someone before. You weren’t sure what you needed exactly.

She pulls you into her lap, arranges your body like she’s done it a hundred times, and wraps your arms around her waist.

“Shh, it’s okay. My precious little pup. You don’t have to talk. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

And you melt there.

In her arms.

In her hoodie.

With her calling you good.

[pineconepie]

I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR CREATIVE BRAIN WHIPS JUST PLEASE GIVE ME A FEM YANNNN (love your work btw)

Hehe tysm!! I hope this is good!! <3 I made parental yandere ghost!!

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization

...

When you got a shady ad of a mansion for the same price of a tiny home, you figured it'd be covered with mold and falling apart. The ad didn't give much information, other than it had several acres, and three stories tall.

You wondered why someone would sell such a building for such a cheap price, but given your budget, might as well check it out.

And oh boy were you shocked at what you found.

A beautiful mansion, not a single sign of mold or decay in sight, other than a tiny bit of dust here and there. It's as if no one lived in it for quite some time, yet it was taken care of.

Three bedrooms, all fully furnished. Three bathrooms, also fully furnished. A kitchen that you couldn't even imagine in your wildest dreams. A living room. An attic, a basement, a garage. All of them with furniture inside. Several acres of land, as it had advertised.

"Is it to your liking?"

You whip around to see a woman with short black hair, brown eyes, wearing a dress shirt and tie with a long black skirt. She looks to be in her early to mid forties.

You're pretty sure she wasn't there before. Perhaps she came in silently and didn't mean to scare you like that.

"Yes. Yes! Of course! Is this seriously all for such a cheap price?" you ask, completely confused. Something isn't adding up here. There has to be some kind of catch, surely.

Her smile unnerves you just slightly, its a little too wide. She makes a cooing noise in the back of her throat, but snaps out of it quickly.

"The reason it's so cheap is because there's not that many people interested in living out here in the middle of nowhere. It's incredibly hard for us to get this off our hands."

You don't believe that's the only reason, but you decide not to question it. "And you're the realtor, right? Blair Watts?"

"That would be me!" she says cheerfully, although there's an edge to it that you can't place.

It doesn't matter anyway. This is the house for you. "So... where do I sign?"

Blair gestures to a paper and pen on the nearby table. You read over them.

Something about this house seems wrong. You should've listened to that feeling. But you sign the papers and hand them back to Blair, who takes it.

She smiles down at you, although her expression is a mix between condescension and what you think is relief.

"Welcome home," she croons. "If you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"Thank you!" you say, maybe a tad bit too quickly. But who cares! A mansion for such a cheap price! You're about to ask another question relating to the home, but in just one blink, she's gone. No trace she was ever there at all.

A chill goes down your spine. This woman is absolutely strange, although she didn't seem harmful in any way. Not in the physical sense, at least.

...

You move all your things with relative ease into your new home. It's not much to fill the space of a mansion, so you still have several empty rooms left. The furniture that's already there looks far too expensive and nice to get rid of or replace, so you decide to keep everything as is.

It could definitely use a makeover, if you have that kind of money anytime soon, but it isn't your top priority for now.

When you enter the room with your own things to decorate as your own bedroom, you notice it looks different than how you remember.

The walls are painted pastel, there's toys littering the floor, and even the bed has a cartoon-themed comforter spread over it. You glance behind you and see that nothing else looks out of place.

So weird. Maybe you just forgot which room you liked best, and didn't see this one earlier?

You back up, only to bump into someone. You drop all the boxes in your hands, and spin around with wide eyes. There stands Blair, a concerned smile on her face.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey?" Blair asks, her voice sounding like a parent trying to speak gently to their upset child.

Her arms wrap around your body. You freeze as she slowly rocks you both back and forth. Her touch feels cold yet not as solid as most normal touches are. As if it were... ghostly.

"Uh- yeah, I'm alright! Just... just lost my balance for a second there! But hey, when did you get here?" More importantly, why is she here?

She keeps rocking with you in her arms. "I never left." With a chuckle she finally lets you go. "That room is my favorite in the whole mansion. Isn't it lovely?"

You nod without thinking. You start gathering your dropped belongings as quickly as possible, and stand back up. When you look at Blair again, something really doesn't feel right. Her presence is uncanny, yet you can't really pinpoint why.

There's a slight haze that comes off her outline, almost like she's blurry around the edges. Like a bad photoshop edit on the image of reality.

"Yeah. Lovely," you mutter. "I swore it was different last time."

"Oh." Her smile softens. "I tried to decorate it to your personality."

"But it's not..." You shake your head. "Why? I don't understand what's going on..."

"My child deserves the best, after all." She makes that cooing noise again, which sends another chill down your spine. "How about we unpack?" You're in too much shock to argue when she kneels down to pull things out of your moving boxes.

"Hey, that's not--"

"Hush, dear. Mama needs a moment."

A long beat passes. "...What? Mama?"

Blair sets almost everything into a large pile--things like your electronics, books, paperwork, and other adult essentials. In fact, anything adult seems to have been set aside.

The only things left from the box is your stuffed animals and blankets.

Then she glances back up at you. "You can call me Mommy too, if you'd like. Anything but 'Mother'. Makes me feel old." Her voice gets distant. "I always wanted a little baby to raise as my own... that's why the price was so low! To encourage someone like you to buy this home. I could tell you would need me right away. I mean, look at you!" She gestures to your clothing and messy appearance.

You're too confused to even get offended. "Someone... like me? Aren't you the realtor? What's going on?"

She sighs. "No. Not technically. But this is all too complicated talk for you, silly. Grown-up talk will just overwhelm you."

"But..." You flinch when her smile fades just slightly. "Look... I don't know what's going on, but I think I wanna back out of this..."

"No. No, no, no. We can't do that."

"Well I just--"

"You just want attention," she scoffs. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of it from Mama." She effortlessly picks you up, much to your shock. Is this a real person, or are you just losing it? "Now, how about some dinner, hm? I have many bottles and sippy cups already prepared for you, and more items for you on the way!" She peppers the side of your face in kisses.

They still feel cold, almost like ice. "Blair, please put me down! This has gone far enough!"

"If that's what you want..." She releases you, and you land with a hard thud onto the floor. You wince at the impact and lay there, taking a minute to process this interaction. She has the audacity to gasp in shock. "Oh goodness! Are you alright? Oh, my poor baby!"

You're too speechless to answer, and before you know it, she picks you up again. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this woman was legitimately worried over you.

For the rest of dinner, you tune out her words, in too much shock and confusion over your situation.

She gives you some sliced fruits and finger foods to eat, as well as a sippy cup filled with juice. You keep pushing the items away, but every time you do, she simply pushes them right back. Finally giving up, you eat, wondering when you can escape her and figure this place out yourself.

At the end of the meal, you push away the empty plates.

"Are you finished?" she asks in such a gentle tone, you nearly forget how scary she can be.

"Yes." Your voice sounds raspy and far-away. It makes sense, given what you've been through today.

"Very good!" she praises, pinching your cheeks as you sit frozen on the spot. She takes the dishes away and hums as she cleans up, her apron tied behind her back as she washes each plate by hand.

"...Blair."

"That's Mama," she corrects gently. "Try again. Here, I'll help you practice. Ma-ma. Can you say that?"

Your eye twitches. "Mama," you repeat emotionlessly. "I'm tired. Can I just go to bed?" Hopefully you can wake up from this nightmare.

"Yes, of course." She puts the wet dishes onto a drying rack to let them air dry. Her skirt swishes around her legs as she turns back to you. "Do you need my help changing into your jammies?"

"I'm not a child," you deadpan. "Let me just change clothes by myself and you go somewhere else. Anywhere else."

"How rude!" Blair says, putting her hands on her hips. "I try so hard for you, and then you disrespect me like this? You really do need discipline. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in this house?"

You go quiet.

She tuts. "You go get dressed into your jammies, and I'll come up in a few minutes to tuck you in. Got that?"

With that command, she nudges you towards the stairs.

You trudge up, each step taking much more energy than it normally should.

As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you. It's not like this door has a lock or anything, but at least she can't watch you while you get ready.

After you change into the childish pajamas she put out for you and climb into bed, you bury yourself under the covers and pray this all blows over by tomorrow.

She comes in, and you try your hardest not to glare at her. Blair sees that your eyes are open anyway and beams.

"There's my perfect angel~" Her cooing voice does nothing but terrify you now. You stay silent and try to ignore her gaze. "Now, would you like a bedtime story? Or perhaps a lullaby?" You feel her presence as she sits down next to your blanket-covered form.

"How about you tell me what you are? Why are you doing this?" You don't sound angry or even scared anymore. Just tired and done with everything that happened so far today.

You suppose there must be an explanation to this.

She takes a deep breath. "...I'm not... human. I used to be, but not anymore."

You blink. "Are you a vampire?"

Blair chuckles. "No, sweet pea." She hesitates a bit more. "I'm... I suppose what people would call a ghost." She speaks her last word so softly you nearly miss it.

"...A ghost?" You sit up. "You're lying! If you were a ghost, why can you touch me and other objects?"

She tilts her head. "Hm? Oh! That's because we're in my home. Where I died. As long as I'm here, I can be seen and touch anything like you can. I can leave, but I can't really do anything. That's why I made that fake listing. I'm lonely, and I've always wanted a baby of my own. But I died before I ever got to experience that."

"...A ghost..."

The pieces fall into place. Her blurry outline, her strange appearance, her odd behavior. It makes more sense than one would expect.

You can almost see pity in her brown eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. "But now that you're here, I have my very own little baby to take care of!" Blair practically squeals in excitement. "My life--or rather afterlife--is complete now that I have you. And as long as you stay, I will always love and take care of you."

So if what she says is right, then if you escape, there's no possibility she could make you come back, or even be visible to you.

Blair frowns. "I know what you're thinking. But please reconsider! You're already settled in, and I want you to have everything you could ever need. This doesn't need to be negative."

You narrow your eyes. "...okay."

She doesn't like your dry, one-worded response, but chooses not to push it. Instead, she stands up.

"Sleep tight, angel. Mama loves you. I promise to show you that, okay?" She kisses your forehead and flicks off the light, closing the door behind her.

You hear her lock it from outside the room with a key.

[slut4menig]

Guys my age

Paring: Luke Castellan x Curvy AphroditeFem! reader

Req: hii can you please write a prompt in which Luke is 19 and reader is 16 and he thinks the age gap is too much as doesn’t see her as anything more than the kid he is counselling, but she’s an Aphrodite child so she doesn’t mind the chase, you can make it smut or not iyw!! also do you maybe mind making the reader like chubby/curvy? i love your work!! 🫶🫶 - 💜 Anon

ofc u can be!!! also omg i actually kinda hate this but whatever… hope u enjoy!

Warnings: MDNI, big age gap, cursing, drinking, use of smoking, reader implied to be curvy

Luke Castellan, a 19-year-old at the infamous Camp Half-Blood, stood tall and pretty almost like a loyal dog, and that made it near impossible for anyone to resist his charm, he’d had a go at almost all of the girls at camp half-blood, including all of my beautiful half sisters.

His unruly curly brown hair framed his handsome face, and deep brown eyes, which seemed to look straight into my soul whenever he gave me a task, even something as simple as asking to clean my dorm, held a hint of mystery. A small scar on his upper cheek added an intriguing touch to his otherwise perfect appearance. Luke is the epitome of a golden boy, capturing the hearts and attention of girls of all ages, young and old.

I’m only 16, luke had never dare even batted an eye at me last year but this year, I came back to camp, determined for a chance to stare into those beautiful eyes and have it mean something for him too. Since last year, i’d started to… well develop. My body had formed into a nicer shape, i certainly grew into myself. My chest was definitely a lot bigger, I started using normal bras, no more training ones. My thighs were thick and beautiful, something many men wished to be suffocated with.

“hey gorgeous girl, you’ve certainly grown up” My half sister Silene winked at me, I only ever see her at camp and I was packing my stuff into my bed. I rolled my eyes and huffed at her.

“Silene seriously? i haven’t seen you in a year and that’s the best you’ve got?” I immediately hug the girl as she chuckles quite a bit at my sharp tongue, we all start talking to our other half siblings and that’s when one of them goes

“hey y/n, you do realise you’re now technically old enough to be going to the bonfire party?” my half sister smirked

The bonfire party was tradition, 16 and up campers, it involved heavy amounts of marijuana, alcohol and other illegal shit. It was an excuse for people to get drunk and hook up and deeply regret it the next morning or so i’ve heard. It’s almost like a “back to school” party but instead it’s back to camp. It happens on the one night that Chiron is away and Mr D is in charge, of course, you bribe him with some alcohol and suddenly everyone’s happy.

“yeah uhh i’ll go, we should start getting ready then i guess?” i say, a bit on edge of what’s about to happen.

As i’m getting ready, i’m being handed a black lacy corset top showing off my double d tits extremely well, i look in the mirror and smirk, this is one of those times i KNOW i looks good. I wore a mini skirt along with it, sure i looked like a slut but hey? what can you do?

I enter the Bonfire, the glow of the fire casually illuminating my face in a perfect light. In hand was a red solo cup with… tequila and some other concoction i’ve been handed, i take a sip and spot him. Luke Castellan, my camp counsellor and the man I was practically already on my knees for. He made his way over to me and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/n? wow you look… grown up” His eyes clearly wandered around my tits a lot more than they should’ve, and he almost looked as if he scolded his self for looking but i wanted him to, this whole outfit was for him

“oh yeah? in what way?” i smirked and slightly tilted my head, trying to seduce the boy infront of me

He cleared his throat and came back to eye contact “You’re uh.. you’re taller” no i wasn’t, it was a blatant lie, i hadn’t grown an inch over the year, i knew what he was talking about and smiled to myself about it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Luke and I both turn our heads to a very drunken silene who’s perched up on the table, some guy with his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth colliding with her jaw.

And who was anyone to say no to my beautiful sister? Soon everyone found themselves sitting in this circle, bottles of Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Jäger and other liquors in the middle of the circle, ready to be there for whoever backed down from a dare.

“Clarisse, truth or dare” An Apollo girl slurred, looking into clarisses eyes from across rhe circle. Clarisse smirked and in return took a sip of her drink.

“Dare” It wasn’t surprising, her choosing dare.

“I dare you, to kiss me” the apollo girl smirked at clarisse, they obviously had tension and clarisse made her way over and kissed her, passionately i might add. The entire circle cheered and cheered.

Clarisse suddenly averted her gaze to me, we’d been friends for a while now whenever I hung out with silene she would be there.

“y/n, truth or dare?” I felt myself nervously stare at her, a group of maybe 25 people waiting on my reply to this one simple question she’d asked. It wasn’t that hard of a question so i gave a simple answer.

“Dare” I wanted to play it safe, truth was too much for me right now, I knew it would end up in me having to tell a huge secret and I just wanted a casual night, nothing too crazy, which was why i was baffled as to what came out of Clarisses mouth next.

“I dare you to spend 7 minutes of heaven with the person you think is the hottest, and don’t try bullshit your way out of this lovebug” Clarisse was obviously feeling happy with herself, she was tipsy as one could be. Actually no, she was just shitfaced.

I felt my body begin to grow weak and i scanned my eyes across the room, except i found one thing. No matter how hard I looked around the room, my eyes were always drawn back to Luke castellan. The man himself.

“uhh luke…” I said, everyone cheered and Luke looked at me a bit confused as to why I’d chosen him. Nevertheless we walked into a secluded spot in the woods.

“Y/n I uh… why’d you pick me?” Luke looked at me as he leaned against a tree and i stood there looking up at him

“why not, they said to pick the hottest person there” I shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant.

“You do realise you’re far too young for me, sweetheart?” Luke muttered at me in a deepish voice.

“I know but what did three years ever do to anyone?” I smirked, it was time for me to use the powers my mother gave me and capture this boys beautiful heart.

“Y/n i- i was- no! still am, your camp counsellor, you don’t think this is a little weird? you coming onto me.. I mean, you’re hot but” Luke said conflicted with his own thoughts at this point.

“Oh would you shut up castellan I saw you looking at my tits earlier, don’t act like you’re surprised i’m coming onto you” I smirked at him, giving him doe eyes and fluttering my lashes

“you’re such a brat, you know that? you need to shut up, it will get you killed someday, that pretty mouth of yours” Luke furrowed his brows and almost scolded me

“how about you make me shut up?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered this seductively into his ear.

“oh I can think of a few ways” Suddenly I felt Luke’s warm tongue slip into my mouth, his deep kiss sending sparks to my pussy.

he pushes me against a tree, his hands roaming over my body possessively. “Fuck, you're so young and pretty, tell me, you ever fucked anyone?” Luke continued to say as he slipped his hands to the back bit of my corset top

“n-no, i’m all yours” i managed to breathe out, goosebumps trailing over my body from his cold hands unclasing my top.

His hands reach under my bra, feeling my soft skin. He leans in, kissing my neck, my collarbone, as his hands grope my breasts. His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. “that’s perfect pretty girl, let me take care of you okay?” luke then continued to kiss my forehead and unclasp my bra

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he says, his voice low and husky. He starts to slip his hand up my mini skirt, his hands shaking slightly. “I bet your pussy is so tight and wet...”

i groan at his words, whimpering at the boys touch. “I- do it…”

“I can’t, I can’t ruin something as perfectly innocent as you” Luke looked at me in the eyes, piercing me with his gaze

“i’m less innocent than you think you know” I trailed my hands to unbutton his jeans and i watch his eyes widen

“what did you lie on your book log in elementary school?” he chuckled trying to distract himself from his hard on being revealed

“yknow i hump my pillow most nights wishing it was your dick” i whispered in his ear, i could feel the head flush on his face as his erection was poking into my thigh.

“fuck… pretty girl… that’s so hot, i wanna fuck you senseless, show you what a man is” he collided his lips to my collarbone and sloppily kissed it, his hands making his way to my soaked panties, rubbing it through them

“all soaked for me, pretty?” he looked up at me as i nodded, biting my lip to hold back a moan. I felt him slide my underwear off and crouch down, i felt the warmth of his hot breath against my sticky wet pussy, his tongue beginning to lap it, finding my clit and sucking on it with a pop.

I became a moaning mess, begging for mercy and for luke to continue fucking my hole with his tongue just the way he did. “mmmph~”

His hands spread my thighs wider apart as his mouth works its magic. His tongue swirls around my wet, throbbing flesh, sucking and licking with expertise. I can't help but moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. “Luke... please...”

He can feel my body shaking with need as he continues to eat me out, his own arousal growing with each moan that escapes my lips. He sucks my clit hard, his fingers sliding inside me, curves up to rub against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby...”

His fingers pump in and out of me in a rhythm that matches his tongue on my swollen bud. The sensations overwhelm me, and I dig my heels into his back, shamelessly bucking against his face as I shatter, screaming out his name. “Luke...Luke...”

As I reach my peak, something inside me breaks. I convulse hard, and suddenly, a rush of liquid gushes out of me, drenching Luke's face. He moans approvingly, lapping up every drop like a thirsty man.

I become red from embarrassment and stare at the man in horror.. “oh my god luke did i- did i just pee on you?” Luke did nothing but grin at me, his wet face glistening in the moonlight

“No baby, it’s called squirting and it was the hottest thing ever” he grabbed my hands away from my face

After cleaning me up with his tongue, Luke gently lifts my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. “Okay, beautiful girl, this is going to hurt, but I'll be gentle”

I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes. He smiles softly, "Good girl. It'll start feeling good soon, I promise." He leans down to kiss me, his hips pulling back slightly before pushing in again, deeper this time.

As he continues to move in and out of me, his pace picking up slightly, Luke leans down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His thumb finds my swollen bud, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Luke... oh god, Luke..."

I cry out as my orgasm hits, my vision blurring, my body trembling. Luke doesn't stop, fucking me through my climax, his own need evident in his face. "Fuck, pretty girl, you're so fucking tight right now. I can feel your little pussy squeezing me."

As he thrusts into me, his pace becomes erratic, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. I don't know where to put it all," he groans, his eyes wild with need. "Where do you want it, huh?"

I gave Luke those oh so beautifully innocent doe eyes he’s currently corrupting, i batter my eyelashes and whimper as i speak

“I want you to do it inside of me luke” Luke’s eyes widen at the prospect but doesn’t have time and gives in.

“You’re lucky i can’t say no to those beautiful eyes of yours baby” With a low growl, Luke buries his face in my neck, his body convulsing as he spills inside me. He jerks his hips against me several times, unloading more and more of his warmth into my inexperienced core. "Oh gods."

He pulls out and we both lay there breathlessly.

“that was a lot more than 7 minutes…” i whisper sheepishly as i catch my breath and put my clothes on

“i’m sorry i had to be your first time… you do know we can’t be together right? i mean you should really be with a guy your age?” Luke refused to look in my eyes as he slipped his boxers on

“but guys my age aren’t… you”

[naturesapphic]

please, Mommy!Rhea Ripley x Little!reader who is terribly afraid of injections, which causes her insomnia and panic, and the next day Rhea takes the reader to the hospital, puts her on her lap and holds her during the procedure

(Sorry for my poor english and thank you very much. I love what you do💞)

Shots

Mommy!rhea Ripley x little!fem!reader

Warnings: hospital, age regression, injections/shots, hurt/comfort

Last night was rough for you and your mommy Rhea. Today you were going to the doctor to get shots and you couldn’t sleep all night because of your intense nerves. The two of you now were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call you back. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were picking at your fingers like crazy, almost making them bleed.

Rhea took noticed and grabbed your hands with hers and you started playing with her nails and rings. A few minutes later a short nurse with red hair came out and called your name making your anxiety worsen. You looked up at your mommy in terror and she gave you a reassuring smile instead. She took your hand and stood up, making you stand with her and the two of you went back with the nurse. She took y’all to a room and you sat on a little bed and waited for the doctor to come in.

The wait wasn’t long and soon the doctor came in with a bright smile on his face making you a little less nervous. “Ready for your shots today y/n?” He asked you and you shook your head no fast. “Awwww don’t worry! It will be over quick! You won’t even feel it!” He assured you and you still shook your head. The doctor looked over at Rhea and she nodded. She stood up and sat beside you on the bed and pulled you onto her lap.

You looked up at her in curiosity and she gave you a smile instead. The doctor got seated on a stool and came over to you with the couple of shots in his hands. Your body started to shake some from the anxiety that was invading you and Rhea held you tightly. Not to tight to restrain you but to bring you comfort. The doctor did everything to prep you and you closed your eyes, trying to only feed rheas strong arms around your shaking body.

A few minutes passed and the doctor tapped your hand gently and you opened your eyes to see bandaids on your arms. You couldn’t believe it was already over. You looked up at Rhea to see her smiling brightly at you. “You did it babygirl! I am so proud of you.” She said softly next to your ear making you blush. “I agree! You did extremely well y/n! Here. Have a lollipop!” He said happily and brought over a jar of lollipops. You smiled big, carefully reaching to your favorite flavor and grabbed one.

Rhea and you left the doctors shortly after that and you couldn’t believe how easy that visit was. You were so nervous and anxious last night and you were so glad it was finally over. “Ready for some ice cream baby? I think you deserve it after being so good and brave at the doctors.” Rhea said as she drives and with you on the passenger side. “Wes Pweasie!” You said excitedly and she smiled as she drives y’all to your favorite ice cream place to get your favorite flavor, for her brave girl.

A/n: happy Easter (or whatever you celebrate) or happy Sunday! Gonna try to be posting more but I basically have three jobs now and as soon as I get home, I’m exhausted. I hope anon that you enjoy this and everyone else does too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[wandaslittlelove]

SFW Mommy Wanda Thoughts

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who loves spoiling you by buying you clothes and toys

⋆｡°✩Mommy Wanda who's favorite part of the day is holding you close and letting you suckle from her

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who packs your lunch for university

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who cuts your fruits into little shapes and adds cute little toothpicks

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who leaves a note in said lunch

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who holds you after a stressful day and tells you how proud she is off you

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who loves dressing you in cute little cloths and doing your hair

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who adores how you can't sleep without the stuffie she won you at the fair

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who could not have asked for a better little girl

[renaissancereg]

Medieval inspired Moodboard ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Paper texture brush on procreate you save me,,, I just wanted to put some of my favorite medieval themes together for a little board!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[fairykitten]

Ok I’m SO sorry that I haven’t posted in ages. I lost all the stories I had written and have only managed to get a few of them back. While that was happening I did write this though. It’s kind of REALLY BAD but please bare with me I’ll be back to my normal writing very very soon.

Sleepy Baby

Mama Billie x Mommy Charli x Little Reader

A/N: After watching Billie and Charli at Coachella I knew I had to write something of them together. Now please don’t come for me I’m not a huge Charli XCX fan. If I’m being honest I really only know her old music like ‘Break The Rules’, ‘Boom Clap’, etc plus anything trending and Guess. I know more about Billie but I thought it might be cute because I like watching them together.

Summary: You’re little and spend a day with your caregivers.

Warnings: Diapers, Breastfeeding, Fussy little, lots of fluff

*not proof read*

Your thumb is in your mouth before you even realize it. The big world around you feels too loud today, too bright, too much. You don’t want to think about grown-up stuff. You don’t want to be big.

You don’t have to.

You’re curled up on the couch in your softest pajamas, your stuffie clutched tightly in your arms. The soft sound of humming comes from the kitchen—Charli. You call out, your voice small:

“...Mommy?”

Charli appears right away, wiping her hands on a dish towel. Her eyes are soft when they land on you, her voice even softer.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You stretch your arms up to her, pouting just a little. “Can I... can I sit with you?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Charli’s crossing the room and scooping you into her arms like you weigh nothing at all. “Of course, baby girl. Mommy’s always here.”

She sits down with you in the big armchair and holds you close, your head tucked under her chin. Her hands stroke your hair gently, and she sways a little, like she’s rocking you even though you’re not in a crib.

“Mama coming?” you ask, peeking up at her with wide eyes. Billie has been out alllll day filming an interview for Elle called “Phoning It In” and you were eager for her arrival.

“She’ll be home any minute now,” Charli whispers. “She got you something special today.”

Your eyes light up, and just as you’re about to ask what it is, the front door opens—and in walks Billie. Her hoodie is oversized and comfy-looking, and the moment she sees you in Charli’s lap, a smile spreads across her face.

“There’s my baby,” Billie coos, dropping her bag and heading straight for you. “Hi, pumpkin. Did you miss Mama?”

You nod eagerly, arms reaching out for her too.

Billie leans down to kiss your forehead and then scoops you up into her own arms. “Mama missed you so much. You wanna snuggle with me now?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, burying your face in her shoulder.

Charli laughs softly. “I guess someone’s being passed around today.”

“She’s our little cuddlebug,” Billie says, planting another kiss to your cheek. “And I got you a surprise.”

She pulls a small, squishy plushie out of her hoodie pocket—it's a tiny frog in a pink tutu. Your eyes go wide.

“For me?” you gasp.

“All for you,” Billie says proudly. “Only the best for Mama’s girl.”

Charli moves beside the two of you, tucking a blanket over your legs and Billie’s. “And now I think someone needs a movie and some warm milk, huh?”

You nod, plushie in one hand, Billie’s sleeve in the other, feeling warm and safe and oh-so-little.

Because here, in Mama’s arms with Mommy by your side, the world doesn’t feel so big anymore.

— Later, you're snuggled between Mama and Mommy on the couch, your new frog plushie hugged tightly to your chest. A movie’s playing softly, something colourful and slow, but you can’t seem to focus. Your legs keep kicking the blanket off. Your eyes feel hot, and your throat gets tight. You don’t know why—but everything suddenly feels wrong.

You let out a soft whimper. Then another. And then-

You start to cry.

Your bottom lip quivers as big tears start to spill down your cheeks. You try to wipe them away with the back of your hand, but that just makes you cry harder. You don’t know what’s wrong. You’re not trying to cry, but the feelings are all jumbled and too big, and you can’t hold them in.

“Hey, hey, baby girl…” Billie—Mama—sits up quickly and gathers you in her arms. “Oh, honey, what’s the matter?”

You hiccup through your sobs, clinging to her hoodie with both hands, your face pressed to her chest. You don’t even have words. Just sad, messy feelings.

Charli is already there, sitting on the edge of the couch, her fingers brushing gently through your hair. “It’s okay, sweetpea,” she coos. “Let it out, we’ve got you.”

“Mama here,” Billie whispers, rocking you gently. “Mommy’s here too. You’re safe.”

You sob harder, then softer, then start to quiet down with each gentle sway and stroke of your hair. Billie hums softly in your ear, the same lullaby she always sings when your heart feels too big.

“Someone’s just a little overtired, huh?” Charli says gently.

Billie nods. “Think it’s naptime, baby.”

You let out a tiny sniffle, clinging tighter. “No nap,” you mumble, your voice muffled in Billie’s shirt.

“I know, little bug,” Charli says with a sweet smile. “But naps help us feel better. And Mama will rock you to sleep, and Mommy will tuck you in with your frog, okay?”

Your eyes flutter a little at that. The idea of your soft bed and cuddles doesn’t sound so bad… even if you don’t want a nap, exactly.

Billie starts to stand, cradling you close. “Let’s go get cozy, lovebug. Mama’s got you.”

She carries you gently to your room, the soft twinkle of your mobile already playing as Charli pulls back your blanket and fluffs your favorite pillow. Billie settles into the rocking chair with you in her lap, and the motion is slow and dreamy.

She whispers, “Shh, baby, close those eyes for Mama…”

Charli tucks your plushie beside you and kisses your forehead. “Sweet dreams, little one. Mommy will be right outside.”

You let out a tiny sigh, snuggling into Billie’s chest, your eyes finally drifting shut, the sound of her heartbeat and the softness of her voice wrapping around you like the coziest blanket.

And in the safety of Mama’s arms, with Mommy close by… you fall asleep. Billie transfers you to your crib before carefully shutting the door to leave you peacefully sleeping.

—

You wake with a soft whimper, blinking in the dim, cozy light of your room. The nap helped… but only a little. Your eyes feel puffy, and your body is warm and heavy. Something still feels off—your tummy rumbles and your lips pout on instinct. You curl tighter under the blanket, your frog plushie clutched close, but it doesn't help.

You start to cry.

It’s a soft, broken sound at first—just little sniffles—but it quickly grows louder. Your cheeks are wet, and all you can do is call out the only word you really want right now.

“...Mommy…!”

The door creaks open in an instant, and Charli is there in a second, hurrying to your bedside. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says softly, scooping you into her arms. “Mommy’s here. It’s okay, baby girl.”

You bury your face in her shoulder and cry harder, your fists clutching the front of her shirt.

“Shhh,” she coos. “What is it, angel? What do you need?”

You hiccup through your tears and whine, “Want… milk… want Mommy…”

Her eyes soften instantly with understanding, and she presses a kiss to your forehead. “Of course, baby,” she whispers. “You want Mommy’s milk?”

You nod, still sniffling.

Charli carries you to the rocking chair in the corner and settles down with you on her lap, cradling you like you’re the tiniest, most precious thing in the world. “Mama’s here too, baby girl,” she murmurs as Billie walks in, already humming something gentle and sweet under her breath.

“Hey, my lovebug,” Billie says with a warm smile, kneeling beside the chair. “Mama brought your blanket. Want me to sing for you?”

You nod again, one hand clutching Billie’s hoodie sleeve as you snuggle closer into Charli’s chest.

Charli carefully pulls her shirt aside, guiding you gently. “Here you go, little one. Mommy’s got you.”

As you latch on, your body begins to relax almost immediately, the warm, soothing closeness filling all the empty spots inside you. You sigh through your nose, your other hand resting softly on Charli’s chest, and she strokes your hair gently.

Billie’s voice is soft as velvet as she sings Halleys Comet just for you. Her hand rests on your back, steady and grounding, as Charli rocks you gently with every breath.

“But my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone” Billie sings. Her voice low and comforting.

Your eyes flutter closed again, this time not from exhaustion, but from comfort. You feel full—not just in your tummy, but in your heart. Held, loved, treasured.

You’re half-asleep, warm and cozy in Mommy’s arms, tummy full and heart quiet. The lullaby has faded into soft hums, and Charli strokes your back gently, your cheek resting against her chest. Your lashes flutter a bit, and a tiny pout tugs at your lips.

Billie brushes your hair back, her voice soft and loving. “Mm, I think someone needs a diaper change before we get too snuggly, huh?”

You make a little whiny sound—barely more than a squeak—nuzzling closer into Charli like maybe she won’t notice if you just stay right there.

Charli chuckles softly, kissing your forehead. “Oh, honeybun. We’ve gotta get you all clean and fresh, then it’s back to cuddles and cozy blankets, promise.”

With Billie’s help, you’re lifted gently onto the changing mat that’s already waiting on your nursery table. Billie keeps you distracted with your frog plushie, booping its nose against yours and holding a firm but gentle hand on your tummy to stop you from wiggling away while Charli expertly changes you with warm wipes and a fresh, crinkly diaper that smells faintly of baby powder and lavender.

“All done, sweetpea,” Charli says, fastening the last tab and giving your tummy a soft raspberry that makes you giggle through your sleepy haze.

Billie scoops you up immediately after, holding you close to her chest as you yawn and rub your eyes. “There’s Mama’s little snugglebug,” she murmurs. “Fresh diaper, full belly, and now it’s cuddle time, yeah?”

You nod, the tiniest, sleepiest nod.

Charli grabs your softest blanket—light pink with stars on it—and tucks it around you as the three of you curl up in the big armchair by the window, where the sunlight has turned golden and slow.

You’re in Billie’s lap, your head on her shoulder, and Charli’s right beside you, her hand wrapped around yours.

The room is quiet. Peaceful. Just the sound of your breathing, the gentle creak of the chair, and Billie whispering, “Shh… Mama’s got you, baby girl.”

Mommy presses a kiss to your hair. “And Mommy’s not going anywhere.”

Your frog plushie is tucked against your chest. You’re warm, dry, full, and so very loved.

And as your eyes finally close again, safe between your mama and mommy, the last thing you feel is the soft beat of their hearts, steady and strong—just for you.

[billiesgoodgirll]

Can you please write an caregiver!Billie x little!reader fic, where the reader is very sick like naseous all the time barely sleeping and Billie just helping them thru the sickness?

I been so sick these days I feel like hell and its messing with my age regression so bad I need some comfort😭💗

a/n: im so sorry you’re not feeling well!!! :(( i hope i wrote this okay and i really hope you feel better soon sweet 💐

warnings: throwing up

Billie stirred under the covers, sunlight barely peeking through the heavy curtains of their shared bedroom. It was one of their rare days off together—a day Billie had planned to spend cuddled up with her girlfriend, Y/N, watching cartoons and eating cereal in bed.

But something was wrong.

A faint whimper from beside her made Billie open her eyes fully. She turned to see Y/N curled tightly on her side, her face pale and twisted in discomfort. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her hands clutched her stomach as though trying to hold it together.

“Baby?” Billie whispered, voice thick with sleep and concern. She scooted closer and brushed a hand over Y/N’s forehead. Burning hot. “Oh, honey…”

Y/N whimpered again, her body suddenly convulsing as she sat up and lunged for the bucket Billie barely managed to grab from beside the bed. The sound of retching filled the room. Billie held her steady, rubbing her back gently, murmuring soothing words.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. Mama’s here. I got you,” she whispered as Y/N trembled, her body exhausted and shaking from the force of her sickness.

When the wave passed, Y/N slumped back into Billie’s arms, her eyes glassy and wet. Her lip trembled, and she blinked up at Billie.

“Hurts, Mama…” she whimpered in a soft, high-pitched voice.

Billie’s heart clenched. She knew that voice well.

Y/N had slipped into little space.

She wasn’t just sick—she was scared, overwhelmed, and regressed. In her tiny mind, she was about two or three, feeling helpless and achy, and all she wanted was comfort from the one person she trusted most.

“Oh, my love,” Billie cooed, lifting her into her lap like she weighed nothing. “you don’t feel good, huh tiny girl?”

Y/N shook her head slowly, her bottom lip wobbling. “My tummy hurts…” she whispered. “I frowed up…”

“I know, baby, I saw,” Billie said gently, rocking them slightly back and forth. “You’re so brave, sweet girl. I’m gonna take care of you all day, okay? Mama’s not going anywhere.”

Y/N sniffled and nodded, clutching Billie’s hoodie in her tiny fists. “No leave me?”

“Never, my love. Not for a second.”

Billie moved carefully, scooping Y/N into her arms like a toddler, wrapping her in their softest blanket, and carrying her to the bathroom. She needed to clean her up and check if she had a fever.

She sat Y/N on the closed toilet lid, gently peeling off the damp pajamas.

“Cold, Mama,” Y/N whined, shivering.

“I know, baby. Just for a minute, then we’ll get you all warm again, okay?”

Y/N nodded, eyes big and trusting. Billie wiped her down with a warm cloth, cooing soothing words and pressing kisses to her temple.

After a quick rinse, Billie bundled her up in a fluffy towel and carried her back to bed, changing the sheets with practiced speed. She lay Y/N back down, tucking her in like a burrito and pressing a kiss to her nose.

“Can you be my brave tiny girl while Mama gets your sippy cup and the thermometer?”

Y/N nodded solemnly, her thumb already finding her mouth.

Billie returned a minute later with the soft pink sippy cup filled with Pedialyte and a digital thermometer. She slipped it under Y/N’s arm, waiting quietly as the numbers ticked up.

“102.6,” she read, frowning.

“No go out tofay, Mama,” Y/N mumbled, trying to sound cheerful despite the pain. “Too sick.”

“That’s right, baby. No going anywhere today. You’re staying in bed with Mama. We’ll watch your favorite shows, and I’ll cuddle you all day.”

Y/N smiled weakly. “Bluey?”

“Of course, sweet girl. Only the best for my tiny girl.”

The morning passed slowly.

Billie sat propped against the headboard, Y/N curled against her chest with a cool washcloth on her forehead. Every now and then, she’d whimper or cry out as her stomach twisted again, and Billie would soothe her, whispering pet names and rubbing her back.

When she got sick again, Billie was right there with the bucket, holding her hair and murmuring gentle praise.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Mama’s proud of you. That was really brave.”

Y/N looked up at her with watery eyes. “i wuv you, Mama.”

Billie felt tears prickle in her own eyes. “I love you so much, my sweet girl. More than anything.”

She set the bucket aside, cleaned Y/N’s face, and kissed her forehead. “Let’s try to sip a little more, okay? Just tiny sips.”

Y/N obeyed, sipping from her sippy cup while nestled in Billie’s arms like a sleepy toddler.

Billie whispered a lullaby softly in her ear, stroking her hair.

Later in the afternoon, Billie made a little nest in the living room. She laid out soft blankets, Y/N’s plushies, and brought over her favorite pacifier.

“Mama?” Y/N croaked.

“Right here, baby.”

“Hurts still…”

“I know, tiny girl. I wish I could take it all away,” Billie said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I’m going to stay with you until it’s better, okay?”

She helped Y/N lie down in the nest, tucking Bunny and Duckie—her two favorite stuffies—under each arm.

“Want Mama cuddle.”

Billie smiled and lay down beside her, wrapping her arms around Y/N gently.

“You’ve got it, my love. Mama cuddle all day.”

Evening fell, and Y/N was finally sleeping peacefully against Billie’s chest, pacifier gently moving as she breathed.

Billie stroked her hair and whispered, “You’re the strongest tiny girl I know, baby.”

She had managed all the worst parts of the day—cleaning, comforting, crying with her when it got too hard. And now, finally, she could hold her sweet girl and just be.

The next morning, Y/N was still weak but able to sit up on her own. She blinked groggily and looked around.

“Mama?”

“Hi, my sweet girl,” Billie whispered, bringing her a warm bottle of water and brushing hair from her eyes. “How’s my baby feeling?”

Y/N thought for a moment. “Still yucky. But better.”

“That’s good, honey. You were so brave yesterday.”

Y/N gave a tiny smile. “Mama made it not so scary.”

Billie kissed her forehead and smiled. “That’s what Mama’s for.”

[pacificaphrodite]

The best of good boys have accidents WHILE having their diapers changed to prove how badly they need to to wear diapers all the time! Their poor weakened bladders just can’t possibly hold it for another second and they need mommy’s help constantly to stay dry.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Not Now

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: Finals week has been brutal, but you've made it through...no...no wait not yet

Word Count: 930

Warnings: Age regression, involuntary age regression, fluff and comfort, mentions of stress and overworking, overwhelming emotions, finals, being in a big head space

Authors notes: This was a request from @mommyslittlebird which you can find here

Finals week was brutal. The stress weighed down on you like a thick fog, pressing in from all sides. Your usual routine had been thrown off completely—late nights hunched over textbooks, early mornings fueled by coffee you didn’t even like, and the constant hum of anxiety in the back of your mind. It had been days since you’d let yourself slip, since you’d felt safe enough to be small.

Wanda had noticed. She always noticed.

She’d been patient, offering you little reassurances here and there—soft touches to your back when she passed by, a gentle “You’re doing so well, Malyshka,” whispered when she caught you biting your lip too hard. But she hadn’t pushed, knowing you were trying to get through this on your own.

By the middle of the week, you felt like you were drowning. The pressure was unbearable, and even though you tried to keep up with everything, your brain felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

It all came to a breaking point during your final exam.

As the class settled in, the room filled with the quiet shuffling of papers and the occasional nervous whisper. Wanda stood at the front, her presence commanding yet calm as she organized the stack of exams in her hands. She waited until the last murmurs died down before speaking.

“Alright, everyone,” she began, her voice even but firm. “This is your final exam. You’ve all worked hard this semester, and I want you to take a deep breath and trust in what you know. There are no trick questions—everything here is something we’ve gone over in class. If you’ve put in the effort, you’ll do just fine.”

She began moving through the rows, handing out the exams one by one, her sharp green eyes scanning the students as she went. When she reached your desk, she paused briefly, offering you a reassuring smile as she set the paper down in front of you.

“You have the full class period to complete it,” Wanda continued as she made her way back to the front. “If you finish early, double-check your work. And remember, I’m here if you have any questions—within reason, of course.” There was a small chuckle from a few students. “Now, take your time. You may begin.”

The room fell into silence, the only sounds being the soft scratching of pencils against paper.

At first, you tried to focus. You really did. But as you scanned the first page, then the second, the words blurred together, and the sentences didn’t make sense. Your heartbeat picked up, your breath coming faster. The pencil in your hand suddenly felt too big, awkward and clumsy in your grip.

You didn’t notice when your feet began to swing slightly beneath your desk, or when your posture shifted, sinking just a little lower in your seat. But Wanda noticed.

She always noticed.

From her desk at the front of the room, her sharp green eyes flicked up, scanning over the students until they landed on you. Something about the way you were sitting, the slight furrow of your brow, the way your lips had parted just slightly as if in confusion—it sent an alarm through her.

She stood slowly, moving as if she wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as if she were just checking on her students. As she neared, she could see the way your chest was rising and falling too quickly, the way your fingers trembled slightly against the paper.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, meant for your ears only. “Malyshka?”

Your wide, glossy eyes flicked up to her, and the second you met her gaze, your lip wobbled. The panic in your expression was unmistakable. Wanda’s heart clenched.

“Come with me,” she murmured gently, her hand brushing against your desk as a quiet invitation.

You hesitated, but you didn’t have the capacity to resist, not when everything felt so loud and overwhelming. So you nodded slowly, standing on wobbly legs as she guided you toward the front of the room.

Wanda turned to the rest of the class, her voice steady and authoritative. “Keep working, everyone. I’ll be right back.”

She led you out of the classroom and into the quiet of the hallway, her hand resting lightly against the small of your back. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, the dam broke.

“I—I can’t do it,” you whimpered, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “The words—they don’t make sense, I don’t understand—”

Wanda was already moving, her arms wrapping around you without hesitation. “Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You slipped, didn’t you?”

You nodded against her shoulder, sniffling. “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, baby,” she cooed, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “You’ve been holding on so tightly all week. It’s okay to let go now.”

“But—but the test—”

“We’ll figure it out,” she promised, pulling back just enough to cup your cheek. “Do you want to go home? Or do you think you can stay here and just color at your desk for the rest of class?”

You blinked up at her, considering. The idea of sitting in front of that test again made your stomach twist uncomfortably, but the idea of staying close to Wanda, of having something simple to focus on, was grounding.

“Color?” you mumbled shyly.

Wanda’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Of course, Malyshka. Let’s get you settled.”

And just like that, Wanda took care of you—just like she always did.

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☆ Princess bunny stimboard ! 🐇

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[sproutfits]

what about regressor and carer pokemon themed outfits? i just wanna see what you do bc it sounds fun

hehehe, this was fun! I gave the carer older tech like a gameboy advance sp, and the kiddo gets a (slightly more recent) nintendo ds lite! I hope you enjoy this!

[naturesapphic]

Could you write a one shot for Mommy!Rhea × Little!Reader where Reader treats Rhea's tattoos like her own personal coloring book please? Thank you in advance!

Coloring In The Lines

Mommy!rhea Ripley x little!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff :)

“Hey little one. What are you doing?” Rhea asked as she sits beside you on the floor. You looked up at your mommy and gave her a big smiling. “I coloring mommy!” You said happily as you picked up your favorite coloring book and showed her what you’re working on. “That’s amazing my little koala! Such an artist.” She said in her accent that you love hearing and you giggled at the petname she gave you a while back.

“Tank chus mommy.” You tell her and your eyes trail over her tattoos and you had the sudden urge to color them. Rhea could tell by the look in your eyes and how you were eyeing her arm that you were up to something. “What is it little one? What do you want to do.” Your mommy said chuckling as she picked you up and sat you in her lap. You started tracing your fingertips on her tattooed arm and Rhea got the gist of what you wanted pretty quickly.

“Do you want to color in my tattoos babygirl?” She asked and you immediately nodded your head excitedly. Rhea chuckled at your enthusiasm and took off her shirt so she’s only in her leggings and sports bra. “What do you want to start with first my koala?” She asked and you thought about it for a moment until you grabbed her wrist and pointed to the dagger in her inner arm. She chuckled and nodded at your request and let you do whatever you wanted.

By the end of your coloring section, both of rheas arms were covered in colorful colors, while some color was on her stomach where her other tattoos were. “What an artist! I gotta show these to your aunties and uncles.” Rhea said, mentioning the judgement day members and some of rheas friends that you consider your aunts and uncles. Rhea took some pictures of her arms, her stomach, and some with you in it and sent it to the group chat with everyone in it. You clapped happily and Rhea put her phone down so she could hug you.

“Tank chus mommy fors lettings mes colors chu tattoos ins.” You thanked her and rheas face brighten at your cuteness and she squeezed you tighter. “Anything for my little princess. Big koala loves her little koala so much.” Rhea said and you squealed happily. “I wuv mommy mores!” You said flapping your arms around happily and Rhea started tickling you which made you squeal loudly. She tickled you for a few more seconds and the stopped to let you catch your breath which you were grateful for. “Wanna color some more in your coloring book doll? I’ll even color with you” She asked and you nodded happily as the two of you spent hours on the floor coloring together.

A/n: thank you @inky-da-dinky for the request! I hope you enjoyed it! I hope everyone else enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all :) more fics coming your way!