#mdlb dynamic

[princescribbler]

CONVENIENT EXCUSES REASONS TO LET YOUR LITTLE/ ABDL SIDE OUT:

It's a day off, and you need extra help relaxing

Your partner enjoys it, and you just want to let THEM enjoy your little/ ABDL SIDE

It's a weekend, and aren't you SUPPOSED to relax on the weekend?

You know, a diaper might just be super comfy and it's RIGHT there...

It's not "indulging" if it's a core aspect of your personality

You are in the mood for snuggles

You're feeling stressed and want to destress

You're feeling bored and want to feel engaged and excited

You're tingly in JUST THE RIGHT WAY to let your little side out

You want to make your partner/cg/ friend see your cute side!

Your stuffies haven't had enough snuggles and need the extra attention

It's laundry day, so you might need to start wearing that onesie while you wash your other clothes

Same as above but with diapers instead of undies

You are craving "little" foods like chicken nuggets or mac and cheese

Your partner needs a reminder of just how adorably cute you can be

You haven't had an excuse to be little in a while and it just feels fun

You think you're gonna go crazy if you gotta keep pretending to be a full tiny "big boy/ big girl" so it's time for a break

You're excitable and it helps turn you on or increases your enjoyment of said state

Diapers are super soft and cozy to sit on

You had a tough week, why not just get a little less stressed?

Your nap time needs are unmet, and littlespace and nap time go hand in hand

You want a justification, so you're on tumblr or other sites looking at stuff that is related to being abdl and little, so you CLEARLY just need to indulge a little!

Whatever your reason, whatever your excuse, justification, rationale, inciting cause, etc: enjoy your little and ABDL time, because you deserve it!

Stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

- Scribbler

[asfurete]

After getting out of the barber shop after getting a new hair cut and clean shaved the urge to stand in the street and take selfies to send to you to show and ask you how i look is ... Irresistible.

But you said to be careful on the roads so like a good boy i resist. I get home and then i take a few selfies and send it to you. I take more selfish but i don't send them all. I don't want to overwhelm you while you are at work.

I wait for your reply. As i wait even a minute feels like a hour in my mind. As i keep overthinking sudden my phone buzzes. It you! You replied!

You shower me with praises and compliment, tell me how much my new look fits me. I feel butterfly in my tummy as i giggle to my self as we chat vai text on the phone. After a while i let you get back to work because i know how important your work is.

With out even half an hour passing feel like taking more selfies and sending them to you. I know you are busy i know your work is important. But!

I want your attention,

I want your praise,

I want to be called a pretty and handsome by you,

I want your touch,

I want your approval~

It's so intoxicating.

i feels like i want i want to take selfies through out the day and send them to you so you praise me more.

But i know your work is important.

So i stop for now.

Please praise me 🥺.....

[valerochka25]

​I'M 21 YEARS OLD!!!!

My little age 3-5 years old

P.s Now there will be a cry from the soul of my inner child.

I would like to say that I am tired of all this. I really want to find a mom who would take care of me, love me, and also introduce new rules, for non-compliance with which she would severely punish, strangle, yell at me, show severity, and after the punishments would feel sorry for me.

But the whole planet is telling me "NO!". I think it's impossible to find a mom for a little boy right now... No matter how much I try... no, they don't exist.

Please, please, Mommy, find me 😭😭😭

I'm just tired already

[princescribbler]

Very Serious, Very Good, Definitely Not Tease-y Reasons to Be a Cute Subby Diaperbutt:

Wearing a fluffy seat that goes with you, that's warm and soft and cozy??? Yes please!

Come on, the phrase "Diaperbutt" is too cute to go to waste! Obviously, you need to embrace the word to embrace the full cute Diaperbutt feelings!

Have you seen a cutie's padded bum? Fucking cute. Don't you WANT that???

No searching for a potty just because you're unable to hold it

You love being Subby, cute, dependent on your CG/ partner/ dominant, right? This just makes that even more true!

You're meant to be padded.. how do you know? You're reading a blog/post online that encourages abdl. Clearly, you're meant to be padded!

PLLLEEEAAASSSSEEEE? See, I asked nicely, so you pretty much Have to agree now!

Fate: if you weren't meant to be a padded cutie, and perfectly pervy padded pretty prince or princess... then why would that sound so adorably cute and "right" for you?

Nothing in the whole universe makes your brain quite as Subby, little, and regressive as a diaper or pull-up. Just know that, accept it, and then feel good embracing your needs

Your partner, caregiver, dom(me), big, or other authority figure in your life or dynamic told you to. That's really the best reason of all!

There's SO MANY very good reasons to be a Cute little Diaperbutt.... you should go prove yourself the cutest, littlest, messiest and/or neediest baby-prince or baby-princess around! Join the ranks of the well padded, pervy, perfect people already enjoying their fun!

And as always,

Stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!

- Scribs

[asfurete]

It's cold 2/2

[you can find link for first part at bottom]

You look at me standing in the doorway, seeing the way I hug my fox plushie close and the pleading look in my eyes. you can see how cold I look, shivering even with my blanket and hoodie on.

"Oh sweetie, Of course, come here," you say softly. "You don't have to ask, you can always come to me when you need comfort." you open your arms, inviting me closer. “You must be freezing. Let Mommy warm you up.” i let out a nod and smile and hurry over to you.

As I hurry over, you scoop me up into a big embrace, wrapping your arms around me and pulling me in close. you rub my back gently, trying to soothe away the shivers. “There now, doesn't that feel better? Mommy's got you.”

You lean back against the couch, settling me in your lap with my back pressed against your chest. your arms go around my middle, one hand resting on my tummy while the other continues to rub circles on my back. you press a kiss to the top of my head. I blush and bubble, my face almost crimson red.

With soft comforting voice you say “Was my cute little baby overthinking again? thinking they might disturb mommy’s work? Don't worry about disturbing me or interrupting my work baby. Your well-being and happiness are far more important. I'm always here for you, no matter what you need.” i nod and whimper looking up at you as i grab on to your blouse tight.

“It's okay, baby. Mommy's here now. You're safe and warm with me. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

“How about we stay here like this till mommy finishes her last bit of work? And after we can go back to the couch and cuddle as we watch whatever you want?” I nod enthusiastically.

After a bit you finish your work and stand up holding me in a princess carry. “I finished my work! let’s go my prince we shall watch tv and cuddle the night away~” you giggle looking down at me in your arms and I giggle back at you.

You carry me towards the couch, sitting down with me on you lap "let's snuggle together under the blanket and watch your anime."

As we cuddle, you grab the soft blanket and throw it over both of us, enveloping us in warmth. My fox plushie is nestled between us as you wrap an arm around my shoulders, pulling you close. "There, is that better?" You murmur, planting a kiss on the top of your head. I nuzzle on your chin and kiss you back on your cheeks.

You let me control the remote, but i was just happy to simply hold you as we watch TV. Your fingers lightly trace patterns on my arm as you press a kiss to my temple. "I'm here for you, always," you whisper. "Anytime you need me, just say the word." I look at you with admiration and love as i softly reply and "love you mommy~"

The heat of your body seeps into mine as we cuddle close, chasing away the winter chill. We bask in the simple pleasure of holding each other, my heart full of love and contentment. This is exactly where I want to be - wrapped up by you, staying in your safe and warm embrace.

You adjust the blanket around us both, making sure it covers us completely. Then you start to gently rock me, your fingers play with the hem of my pajama as you continue to hold and soothe me, letting me rest in your arms until i drift off to sleep.

[luxcuriousao3]

König x f!Reader, hurt/comfort but we pretty much skip the hurt part, kinda nsfw but not really, very mild mdlb dynamic

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König lays on top of you, face pressed to your soft chest, tears leaking out of those big, sad eyes you love so much. Mumbled apologies fall from his scarred lips, half in German, half in English. His thick arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close. You shush him gently, carding your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in the way you know makes him melt.

"It was just a dream, baby," you remind him patiently. His fear is very real, something that haunts him so intensely that it follows him into his sleep. "You didn't hurt me. You would never hurt me, König. You know that, and I know that."

"But I am a beast," König whimpers, shame dripping from every syllable. He tries to hide his face in your breasts, but you don't let him, lightly tugging on the long, red strands in your grasp to pull him back up. He gasps, cock twitching against your leg, but his expression twists with guilt at his body's reaction. "I am a dog."

"No, you're not," you say firmly, but then your voice softens to a coo as you cup his face, the pad of your thumb gently rubbing the scar over his long nose, crooked from being broken one too many times. "You're my baby. Mommy's sweet boy..."

König's watery eyes widen, and he swallows thickly, eyes darting back down to your breasts for just a second before they flicker to the side, pale cheeks reddening. You let go of his face to pull down the neckline of your dress just enough for one of your breasts to spill out. König is still looking away, but his breathing picks up, and his body is rigid with the self control he's exerting to hold himself back.

"Go ahead, darling," you whisper, slowly guiding his head to your breast. The second your nipple brushes against his scarred cheek, he whines, quickly turning his face and latching on. You let out a contented sigh as he begins to suckle, his eyes going half-lidded as the tension and fear gradually leaves him. You can feel his cock hardening against your leg, but you don't offer to help him with it, and he doesn't ask. That's not what this is about, for either of you. Not right now.

You resume your petting as König nurses, murmuring soft praises that make his whole body melt into you. You know how much comfort this brings König, and it's come to do the same for you. You feel so connected to him, in these moments. So honored that he lets himself be this vulnerable with you--and only you. That he trusts you to show you the part of himself that he's kept hidden out of shame his whole life.

You lean down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when you notice that his eyes have fallen shut, his breathing evening out as he slips back into sleep. His lips stay wrapped around your nipple, and his nose is smushed against your breast. You smile at him adoringly, overwhelmed with love for your sweet boy. König has seen horrors you can never even dream of, and yet his biggest fear is hurting you.

It's how you know he never will.

[agere-guide]

Types of Regression - and definitions

🌈 General Terms

Regression: A coping mechanism or state where someone mentally reverts to a younger age, often unintentionally. It's often associated with stress relief, trauma response, or comfort.

Can be voluntary or involuntary.

Dreaming: When someone enjoys childish things and adopts childlike aesthetics into their lifestyle or mindset; although not regressing (or not regressing fully)

majority is voluntary

Flip-Flop (or just Flip): term describing someone who experiences both regressor and caregiver dynamics!

Usually called flip for short, rarely called a flip-flop!

🧸 Agere (Age Regression) Terms

Agere (Age Regression): Short for "age regression." A non-sexual coping mechanism where someone mentally feels or acts younger.

Regressor (Little/Agere): A person who experiences age regression.

Little: A common term for regressors, but sometimes used differently in kink spaces—context matters.

Caregiver (CG): Someone who takes care of or supports someone during regression.

May also be called Daddy, Mommy, or other comfort titles (non-kink here).

A-Space: A term for your save environment while regressing

Headspace: The mental state someone is in while regressing

🐾 Petre (Pet Regression) Terms

Petre (Pet Regression): A form of regression where someone mentally or emotionally regresses to a pet-like state (e.g., puppy, kitten). Usually non-sexual and a coping mechanism.

Pet regressor (Petreg): A person who regresses into an animal role.

Pet: Common identity for someone in pet regression.

Petdre (Pet Dreaming): Similar to dreaming, but pet-themed. Someone embraces animal-like aesthetics and behaviors for comfort, not necessarily as regression.

Owner/Caretaker/Handler: The caregiving role in petre relationships.

🌟 Dreaming Terms

Dreamer: A person in the dreaming community; may or may not be a regressor.

Agedre (Age Dreaming): Adopting childlike behaviors, aesthetics, or interests for fun, comfort, or identity—not as a coping mechanism.

Petdre (Pet Dreaming): Like Agedre, but focused on animal roleplay/aesthetics for fun or identity (not coping).

Dreamspace: The comforting, whimsical mindset or place created by dreamers (often very aesthetic).

⚖️ Flip Terms

Flip: Someone who experiences both regression and caregiving, or who switches roles based on mood or partner dynamic.

Flipdreamer: Someone who flips roles within a dreaming or aesthetic-based identity.

AgeShifter: A term for regressors or permaregressors who find their age changing on a time basis; a five-year-old one day, an eight-year-old the next, etc

⚠️ Notes

These communities are usually non-kink and non-sexual in nature (especially Agere and Petre).

Context matters: Some terms like “little” or “CG” are also used in kink communities (DDLG, MDLB, etc.), but they are separate from non-kink regressive or dreaming spaces.

Always respect labels and boundaries—ask how someone uses a term if you're unsure.

[princescribbler]

EXTRA Adorably Awesome Aspects of Being An ABDL (Adult Baby/Diaper Lover)

Stuffies are never "immature", they're ADORABLE and anybody dating otherwise is a poopy

You get to call people great things, like poopy... instead of swearing, being rude, or hurting feelings, you say cute, adorable, infantile things

Diapers mean you can sit almost anywhere and feel comfy

Have you seen thick diapee butt?? It's fucking fantastic. Big, squishable tushy time? Heck yes

You can still enjoy things like Disney, pixar, etc without worrying about how people might Pixar,

A BILLION PERCENT better at cuddling than other people. It's a fact, a scientific fact, that ABDLs cuddle better than anybody else

Being bratty as an abdl isn't just allowed, it's often encouraged. Other areas of life? Not so much. As an abdl? Throwing a tantrum or being pouty becomes cute as heck

Naps are good and people need them. And as an ABDL it's not only acceptable but encouraged, which is fabulous. Too many people need better sleep and nap time helps this enormously.

Whimsy. When did people stop having whimsical, cute, adorable views of the world? Well fortunately, ABDLs still have whimsical fun inside, so we can fix that fact

Cuz my mommy said so! Yeah, that's right, having a mommy or a daddy is cool, and having a mommy or daddy that TELLS you you're adorable, cute, sweet, etc... it's amazing.

Storytime is awesome sauce. Truly, have you had anyone read you a story as an adult? Your mind wanders, you can almost see it in your head. It's an in person audio book and I'm here for it

Bum pats! It's cute as fuck to get affective bum pats, and if you're in diapers or pullups, it's somehow even cuter

Being touchy Feely is encouraged. Seriously, when did people stop holding hands, leaning into their partner, getting all adorably handsy and touchy-feely???? It's great

Playing pretend is never not fun. Really young? Super fun. Middle aged? Super fun. Elderly? Still fun. You never outgrow imagination!

Ageplay, ABDL, and more teach you about the kinky side of life. Kinky things are too rarely explored, and abdl/ ageplay/ infantilism introduce you to be fetish, kink, and sexy things you otherwise would miss out on!

Be kinky! Celebrate your ABDL side! Celebrate your little side! Celebrate whimsy, and stuffies, and sing alongs, and having FUN in your life!

And as always,

Be happy, be healthy, and be KINKY!

[mummyemmatojames]

44. The Joy of Breastfeeding: A Cherished Bond in Our MDLB Dynamic

Hello, wonderful community! Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with a deeply personal update on our MDLB and FLR journey. One of the most beautiful and intimate parts of our dynamic is breastfeeding—a moment that fills me with joy, brings James into his vulnerable little boy headspace, and creates a closeness that words can barely capture. The physical sensation is incredible for me, but it’s the emotional connection, his sweet vulnerability, and the relaxing calm it brings to our day that make it so special. I also love how my breasts have transformed from something sexual for James to a pure, comforting tool—just a little boy needing his Mummy’s milk and cuddles. I can’t get enough of it, and neither can he. Today, I want to share the magic of this experience, why it’s become a cornerstone of our routine, and how it deepens our bond. I’d love to hear your thoughts on similar moments in your dynamics!

The Physical Joy for Mummy

Breastfeeding James is one of the most amazing physical experiences in our dynamic. When he latches on, a warm, tingling rush spreads through me, a mix of comfort and connection that’s hard to describe. The gentle rhythm of his suckling is soothing, grounding, and my body responds with a wave of calm that melts away the day’s stresses. Whether we’re curled up on the sofa in the morning or winding down before bed, those 10-15 minutes (switching sides halfway) are pure bliss. My shoulders relax, my breathing slows, and I feel completely present, wrapped in the warmth of nurturing my little boy. It’s both calming and invigorating, a reminder of the power I hold as his Mummy to comfort him in such an intimate way. I crave these moments, eagerly awaiting the next time I can pull him close and feel that connection.

A Transformation: From Sexual to Comforting

One of the most profound aspects of breastfeeding in our dynamic is how it has changed the way James sees my breasts. They used to be a sexual thing for him, tied to adult desires, but now, in his little boy headspace, they’re a source of pure comfort—a tool for Mummy’s milk and cuddles. There’s nothing sexual about it anymore; it’s just my little boy needing the warmth and safety of his Mummy. When he nestles against me, his eyes soft and trusting, it’s like he’s seeking the most innocent kind of love. I adore this shift—it feels like a sacred evolution in our dynamic, where my body has become a vessel for nurturing, not desire. It deepens our MDLB connection, making these moments feel even more special, as if we’ve carved out a space where only care and closeness exist.

James’s Vulnerability and Closeness

For James, breastfeeding is a doorway to his 10-year-old little space, where he’s at his most vulnerable and open. As I lift my shirt and guide him to my chest, his eyes soften, his adult defenses melting away. He nestles against me, head on my arm, latching on with a shy, trusting look that makes my heart swell. In those moments, he’s not a grown man with responsibilities—he’s my little boy, completely reliant on Mummy’s love. The way he curls his fingers around my hand shows how small and safe he feels. His body relaxes, breathing slows, and sometimes he hums softly or closes his eyes, lost in the comfort of being so close. He’s told me, in his shy way, that it makes him feel “safe and loved,” and I see it in his grateful gaze. He craves these moments as much as I do, and this mutual need strengthens our bond every time.

A Relaxing Highlight of Our Day

Breastfeeding is one of the most relaxing parts of our day, a sacred pause in our routine. Whether it’s our morning ritual on the sofa, with a blanket draped over us, or a soothing step before bed, it’s when everything slows down. In the morning, I stroke his hair and talk about the day—maybe Lego play or a park visit—helping him ease into his little space. At night, it’s quieter, just his gentle suckling and my whispered, “Mummy’s got you, my sweet boy,” as we wind down. For me, it’s a chance to let go of worries, the physical calm and emotional closeness like a mini-vacation. For James, it’s a safe haven, where he doesn’t have to think—just be my little boy, cared for and cherished. We linger in these moments, neither wanting them to end, often stretching them out just a bit longer to savor the connection.

Yearning to Comfort in Public

There have been a few times in public when James has been upset—maybe a tough moment at the shop or a cranky mood—and my first instinct is to take him to a quiet corner and nurse him, just like I would any other child needing comfort. I can feel the urge so strongly, wanting to pull him close and let my milk and cuddles soothe his distress. But then I remember where we are, and the reality that it’s not socially acceptable stops me. It’s a pang of sadness—I wish I could whisk him to a cozy spot, away from prying eyes, and give him that instant comfort. Those moments remind me how deeply breastfeeding is woven into our dynamic, and how much I long to nurture him freely, no matter where we are. It makes our private sessions at home even more precious, knowing they’re our safe space for this special bond.

Making It Special

To keep breastfeeding a cherished ritual, I add touches that make it feel nurturing and intimate:

•  Cozy Setup: I choose a soft spot, like the sofa with a blanket or his little boy bedroom. Dim lights or a candle (I LOVE candles) at night create a calm, intimate vibe.

•  Gentle Encouragement: If James is shy, I cuddle him first, saying, “Time for Mummy’s little boy to have his milk.” This eases him into his headspace, making him feel safe to latch on.

•  Affectionate Rituals: I stroke his back or hold his hand, whispering, “My precious boy, you make Mummy so happy.” It reinforces his vulnerability and our bond.

•  Consistency: We nurse at least 3 times daily—always morning and before bed—giving James a reliable anchor for his little space. This is very important to ensure a steady flow of milk.

These touches make breastfeeding a ritual we both adore, as much about emotional connection as physical comfort.

Challenges and Reflections

At first, James was hesitant, blushing and saying breastfeeding felt “too babyish” for his 10-year-old little age. I was patient, starting with short sessions and lots of reassurance, and now he settles in with a shy smile, craving it as much as I do. It’s taught me the power of nurturing persistence. For me, the challenge is balancing my love for these moments with our routine—I could nurse him all day, but playtime and rules matter too. Those public moments of wanting to comfort him and not being able to are hard, but they make me cherish our private time even more.

Breastfeeding has shown me the depth of our MDLB connection—transforming my body into a tool of comfort, bringing James’s vulnerability to the surface, and creating a relaxing haven for us both. It’s a gift we give each other, and I feel so lucky to have it in our dynamic.

Questions for the Community

Have you incorporated breastfeeding or similar intimate rituals into your dynamic? How do you handle the shift from sexual to comforting in your nurturing moments? What do you do to help your little one embrace vulnerability? And for those who feel that public urge to comfort, how do you cope with the boundaries of acceptability? I’m so eager to hear your stories.

Thank you for being such a warm community as we celebrate these intimate moments. Your support makes every snuggle and connection even sweeter!

With all my love,

Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[gor3-hound]

MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

                              ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you. 

He's enough for you.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Firstly can I just say how much I genuinely enjoy your stories! They are so amazing and I love getting to read them and look forward to when you post new ones.

I'm usually pretty shy with requests but I do have one for your recent Yandere Klaus ask you posted.

It's a MDLB relationship dynamic but reader is not the yandere, Klaus is. Reader is apart of the scooby gang or in general is associated in some way against Klaus. She however treats him with kindness, maybe gives him hugs after finding him upset about something or calming him down. He doesn't quite know that he's a little at first but he knows that she makes him feel safe so he begins to get possessive over her. He eventually finds out she's a MD and its like a switch goes off in his head, She can't see her friends or family because she needs to take care of him type of vibes. He starts acting smaller towards her and acting out any time she tries to leave (more in a hey I'll be gone for a few hours not a I'm trying to run away from you). She's able to calm him down and reprimand him for brattiness. Smutty stuff eventually ensues after some time in her role as his MD.

The rest can be up to you :)

P.S. I hope you're feeling better!! I know you were sick a few weeks ago and hope your recovery and new year have been good.

Discovering his Little Side -Klaus M.

I think it goes without saying that this is an Md/Lb fic. Klaus is Little and OC is his Mommy that he is very possessive of.

Warning: Md/Lb Relationship, Klaus is a Little, Yandere Behavior, Smut, Oral-Fem Receiving, Mentions of Punishment, Teasing/Masturbation

This is an Age Regression fic

Don’t Like=Don’t Read!

Also, Thank You for your concern and asking after me (from everyone). I got so many messages asking how I’ve been doing and hoping I feel better and I absolutely am, thank you all for thinking of me like that! I don’t have any friends in my real life, honestly I just have my mom and that’s it (as sad and pathetic as that sounds) so to have so many people hoping I feel better was beyond heart warming and I love and appreciate you all so much!💕💕🥰😘

He didn’t know at first what the feeling really was, all he knew was that she felt good.

After everything that had happened with Mikael she stayed, it surprised him but what surprised him more was her sitting before him on the front step and hugging him. Klaus had never really been one for hugging but this felt good, it felt wonderful actually and he didn’t want it to stop. He couldn’t tell you when he had leaned down and buried his face into her belly with his arms around her but he did, and he held on tight.

Klaus had held onto her for the rest of the night, or at least most of it as she was gone from his bed that she’d moved him to when he’d gotten a chill-which he’d found sweet, he was 1000 year old Hybrid and she was taking care of him…and he liked it.

He needed to control himself, Y/n wasn’t his, he had no right or reason to be feeling this possessive energy but he does and now it was unmistakable.

He got close to her when he could, buying her drinks at the bar and pulling her into conversation, even sending her flowers once which she thanked him for the next day with a soft kiss to his nose that made him feel smaller than he thinks he ever had in his undead life.

He couldn’t pinpoint what it was until seeing something that made his blood boil like never before.

As Klaus walked into the Grille he saw Y/n rolling her eyes as she wiped Damon’s mouth with a napkin which made the young vampire groan and insist she “stop ‘Mommying’ him”. All at once it hit Klaus what this was, what it had all been, how she had been making him feel so small and why he and especially his wolf had been so possessive.

He knew of age regression of course, it wasn’t a new thing, though it was more common now. Y/n is a MommyDom and she had comforted him when she saw how much he needed it like any good Mommy would. It was at that moment that it was decided, she would be his and he would never let her out of his sight again.

He stayed at the Grille with her that night, drinking and talking, allowing himself to relax with her in the booth they had taken over in the back, even allowing her to run her fingers through his hair sweetly. Klaus brought her back to his home that night and leant her a shirt to sleep in, snuggling up to her body with his head on her belly and her fingers, once again, in his hair.

Klaus awoke the next morning with a smile on his face. That is until he realized what was happening, Y/n was looking for her clothes which Klaus had put into his hamper so she wouldn’t find them right away.

‘Leaving so soon?’ He asked, her head popping up in surprise and Klaus had to admit that even he was a bit shocked by how small he sounded in that moment.

‘Yeah, I figured me leaving before your siblings saw me might be easier. Don’t need Kol and Rebekah asking a million questions and making you dagger them again.’ She teased, bending over to glance under the bed and giving Klaus an eyeful of her perfect ass in only her lace panties as his shirt rode up on her. He shoved the blankets over his crotch as his cock hardened unbelievably fast but he couldn’t help his whimper which seemed to catch her attention as she looked up at him questioningly. ‘Are you alright?’ He nodded quickly and she smiled softly, going back to looking for her clothes. Y/n knew you couldn’t force someone into their headspace, it could be dangerous and painful, especially for someone like Klaus who is a sweet little boy but doesn’t seem to even know it at all.

‘Don’t leave?’ He spoke, not wanting it to sound pleading but it really did.

‘Okay, and then what? You and I hide out up here all day together? Don’t be silly, I’m sure you have things to do today and I promised Damon I would binge some horror movies with him since Elena ditched him for Stefan again.’

At the meer mention of Damon’s name a rage unlike normal built in his belly and he growled. ‘Stay!’ He demanded, not realizing how incredibly childish he sounded but making Y/n giggle which just made him more mad.

‘Klaus. Calm down. We can hang out again if you want-‘

‘Mommy Stays!’ He snapped and her head popped up over the footboard where she had been searching for her clothes, eyes wide in shock.

‘W-What did you just say?’ She asked cautiously, not wanting someone as dangerous and volatile as Klaus to freak out if he felt cornered or teased.

His face was bright red as his eyes widened but Klaus knew it was now or never and he didn’t want to lose her, especially not to Damon and his whiney ass. ‘I-I said…M-Mommy stays…please? Stay with me Mommy?’ His face had softened and he looked too precious for Y/n to say “No” even if she wanted to which she didn’t.

‘Is that what you really want? You want me to be your Mommy? This isn’t a game Niklaus, and I will not be played with like a pawn-‘ he shook his head rapidly, crawling across the bed to grab the shirt she wore and pull her back in and against his chest where he nuzzled her hair.

‘No…only fun games with my Mommy…snuggle me-Please?’ He begged and she took his cheeks between her hands, pecking his lips softly.

‘Of course baby boy, my boy gets all the snuggles he wants. Always.’ Y/n pulled him with her to lay down on the bed, pressing his head to lay on her breasts as she ran her fingers through his blond locks. The Hybrid allowed himself to relax against her and close his eyes, feeling safe in someone’s arms for what felt like the first time in his existence.

That was the beginning of their relationship.

Y/n was his Mommy and to her surprise, he was never embarrassed to call her that, not correcting himself in front of his siblings in any way. None of them said anything (probably not wanting to get daggered if they upset or offended him), Elijah even calling her whenever Klaus’ anger took hold of him once again to get her to gain control of the situation and saving both Rebekah and Kol more than once.

Klaus quickly learned that his Mommy would not tolerate his attitude and he calmed himself around her as often as he could to keep from getting punished again.

He hated punishments.

Y/n never once struck him, never smacking or spanking him in any way as she knew how badly her baby boy had been abused in his human life. She refused to make him feel like he was that scared child again, though she did insist on punishments that didn’t cause him physical pain but instead pure frustration. She started off giving him punishments where he had to stand in a corner and stare at the wall for 20 minutes. However as their relationship became more serious and they began exploring sexual intimacy (which she did not allow until almost 2 weeks after he first asked her to stay with him as she insisted he become completely comfortable in his Little headspace first) she would instead force him to watch her touch herself and refuse to let him help or touch himself in any way. Klaus hated this punishment more than any other, loving to see his Mommy in his bed completely bare but loathing not being able to touch her or make her feel good.

Klaus had always been greedy when it came to sex, not that he didn’t know how to make a women feel good but in 1000 years of one night stands (and only 2 real relationships) he didn’t usually care about the pleasure of women that were going to be his meal later that evening. With his Mommy though, it was completely different.

He loved making his Mommy feel good. He would eat her pussy for hours if she would let him, fuck her all night and never get tired of seeing the look on her face as she came apart for him. Nothing made Klaus happier than feeling and seeing his Mommy cum on his cock before telling him what a “good boy” he is, it was his favorite thing in the world to know that she was pleased with him, that he had made her feel good where all other men had failed.

The knowledge that the 2 other men his Mommy had been in a relationship with both had no clue how to make her feel good brought him immense joy. Though it also let him know that she had been deprived of pleasure for so many years and now he needed to make up for lost time. It was a belief he held that she told him “wasn’t necessary” but he knew different, his Mommy deserved to be taken care of and given orgasms all day every day. He wished she would allow it of him but she didn’t, she insisted she take care of him first…which he loved (though he would never admit it). More than anything Klaus just wanted to be with his Mommy at all times, however, for whatever reason, she didn’t allow it of him and that more than anything was why he ended up being punished just like right now.

‘Can I come out now, Mommy?’ Klaus asked softly, keeping his voice light, wanting her to feel sorry and shorten his punishment.

‘Are you finished behaving like a brat?’ She asked and he nodded his head quickly, needing her to forgive him more than anything. ‘Alright, you can come out baby.’

Klaus was beside her not even a second later, nuzzling his face into her neck with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. ‘Don’t leave me, Mommy? Please? I’m sorry I didn’t listen but-‘

‘Nikky! Hey, stop that. You broke a rule and you were punished, now that punishment is over which means you are forgiven. Do you understand? You get punished and then you are forgiven, Mommy doesn’t hold grudges against her baby. Alright?’ Klaus looked up from her chest and loved the sincerity that she held in her eyes. Her eyes were always so expressive that he could tell how she was feeling all the time. She truly meant it, his Mommy had never once held onto her anger, once he was punished it was over and he was truly forgiven.

‘Yes Mommy, but-‘

‘Baby, this is not a punishment. I made these plans with Damon months ago, it has nothing to do with you, I’ve been waiting to see this show for years.’ Klaus opened his mouth to speak but Y/n placed her hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking again. ‘I’m not upset with you, I’m not doing this to hurt you, Damon is my friend and as my friend he got us tickets to see tonight’s show. I will be home around midnight, I will text you-‘

‘No. Come back here after the play, I want my Mommy in my bed with me…I will wait for you.’ He swore and Y/n sighed, shaking her head.

‘No you will not little one. My baby boy will be in his bed asleep. However, if it means that much to you then I will have Damon drop me off here instead of home tonight. Does that make you feel better?’ It didn’t. Klaus has absolutely no intention of allowing her to go out with Damon tonight, but she doesn’t need to know that it is him that’s going to ensure his Mommy gets stood up tonight. He doesn’t like the idea of his Mommy being stood up in any capacity, however he will be right here to comfort her and so he will keep her from being too upset.

‘Yes Mommy…I just don’t like you going out with an asshole like Damon. I don’t want him to hurt you-‘

‘He’s not going to hurt me. We’ve been friends since long before you and I met. You had better watch your language as well, I don’t want to have to punish you twice in one night.’ She teased, though he could also see her serious undertone.

‘Yes Mommy, I’m sorry. I’ll wait on the porch with you.’ He quickly insisted, jumping up from the bed and moving to pull his boots on before she could argue.

Klaus helped her get her jacket on and handed her the bag he knew she was taking before walking out to the porch with her. He made a show of bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet which made Y/n giggle. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing…just gotta pee…’ he mumbled making her laugh even more.

‘Go to the bathroom, silly boy. You don’t need to wait with me-‘

‘I’ll be right back!’ He insisted, kissing her cheek and running inside. He quickly ran out the back door and made his way to the boarding house as quickly as possible where he found Damon pulling on his jacket.

‘What the hell are you doing here? Isn’t it bad enough that I have to pick her up from your house?’ Damon complained but Klaus just rolled his eyes before pinning Damon to the wall and locking their eyes to compel him.

‘You will compel yourself another date when you get to the play, you want nothing to do with Y/n anymore now that she is with me. You will not answer your phone for her tonight and you’ll block her number after she calls you but you will post a picture of you at the show with your date. In the future, when she asks you what’s going on and why you stood her up you’ll tell her that she chose to be with me and you won’t be friends with Klaus’ girlfriend. You will not remember any of this, or me compelling you.’ Klaus could see Damon’s eyes dilate and he knew the compulsion had worked as he looked dazed before walking to his car.

Klaus made his way home quickly and went back to the porch where he found Y/n sitting on the swing, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around her as he sat down. ‘Thank you sweet boy. You’re always so thoughtful.’ She smiled making him blush.

‘Don’t want my Mommy getting sick.’ He told her as he moved to lay with his head on her lap, knowing she would play with his hair which he always loved. ‘What time is the play?’ He mumbled in question after about 20 minutes.

‘It starts in 10 minutes. He should have been here 15 minutes ago…it’s not like Damon to be late.’ She said as she thought deeply.

‘Maybe he forgot it was tonight. Try calling him.’ He prompted, rolling over to lay with his face in her tummy. ‘Not that I mind him being late, I’m quite comfortable here.’ He hummed, smiling up at her and making her snort, brushing her fingers through his hair while her other hand called Damon.

‘It’s not like him not to answer…I’ll try Stefan.’ She said, calling his brother instead and Klaus heard him answer on the second ring. ‘Hey Stefan, is Damon there? He’s not answering his phone and he’s really late.’

‘Oh, he left already…like 20 minutes ago. Sorry…try calling him again.’ Stefan responded and Klaus watched her face fall.

‘Yeah…yeah, I’ll try that. Thanks.’ She mumbled, hanging up. ‘Did he stand me up?’ She asked, more to herself than to him Klaus assumed but he answered anyway.

‘If he did then he’s the biggest idiot I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. I’ve been alive a long time, I’ve met a lot of idiots.’ He teased and got a little giggle through her tears while she called his number again.

‘He…he blocked my number…asshole!’ She cursed, throwing her phone angrily and they both watched it smash into a hundred pieces against the wall.

‘Would you like me to take you? I can compel us in.’ She shook her head promptly, sighing heavily.

‘Thank you baby but no, I think I’m just going to go home-‘

‘No. You are not going to be alone right now, please stay? Let your baby make you feel all better…’ Klaus didn’t wait for an answer before swinging her up into his arms and carrying her upstairs to his bed. ‘Damon is the one who fucked up. He could’ve spent the entire night staring at you in this dress. God, you’re beautiful!’ He flirted making Y/n blush heavily as he peeled the dress from her body followed by her bra and panties. ‘I lucked out that he’s such an idiot…’ Klaus smirked as he kissed his lips down her body, spreading her legs apart and lifting her thighs to his shoulders before burying his face into her pussy, his tongue fucking into her hole rapidly. He licked up her slit and had just started sucking on her clit when her hips rose up and jumped against his mouth.

‘Oh God! Such a sweet boy you are baby…oh fuck!’

‘Want you to use me.’ He mumbled as he leaned his head against her thigh. ‘Want my Mommy to use my body to feel good!’ He insisted.

‘You don’t need to do that baby, Mommy doesn’t want to ruin your safe space-‘

‘Please Mommy? Please? Use me like your little play thing!’ Klaus pleaded, Y/n sitting up and taking his face into her hands to look at him.

‘Are you sure that’s what you want, my love?’ He nodded quickly, pulling his shirt off over his head. ‘What’s your safeword?’

‘Red.’ He stated, reaching down to unbuckle his pants when his hands were grabbed and he was quickly turned over underneath her.

‘My boy is so sweet to me, letting his Mommy use his body however I want.’ She straddled his waist, running her nails up his chest and making him whimper. ‘Such a beautiful body too…’ she teased, moving to pull his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and toss them away, revealing his thick, painfully hard cock. ‘Such a pretty little cock, all for me, hmm?’ His cock definitely wasn’t “little” but it made him feel smaller every time she said it and so she did despite how long and thick his werewolf cock actually was.

‘Y-Yes Mommy…all yours.’

‘All mine? That’s good, it’s so pretty I don’t think I would want to share it with anyone.’ She smirked, wrapping her hand around his thick cock and caressing him softly earning a soft moan. ‘Pretty all over, aren’t you baby?’ Y/n asked, moving up his body and pressing his cock to her wet pussy, earning her an uncontrollable yelp.

‘Such a loud little boy, aren’t you? My god, so noisy…it’s a good thing you have such a pretty mouth too…Mommy wants that mouth to make her feel good, yes?’ He nodded frantically, his cock twitching as he was already desperate to cum. He loved it when his Mommy took control of him. ‘I want to ride this fucking tongue!’ She demanded as she straddled his mouth, settling her pussy right on his lips. He kissed her pussy several times before licking up her slit and suckling on her clit softly. ‘You can do better than that baby boy!’ She hissed, grinding her pussy down against his mouth and he moaned, sticking his tongue into her hole and tasting her sweetness. His Mommy knew that licking her cunt was his favorite thing to do. He reached up, grabbing onto her hips as he continued to shove his tongue into her, his nose grinding against her clit and prompting her moan. ‘Fuck yes baby! Right there! Oh don’t stop…fuck…fuckfuckfuck!’ She cried out, humping her hips against his mouth as she grabbed ahold of his hair and pulled him even closer. ‘Good boy.’ She praised, lifting herself up only to have him pull her back down to continue licking over her dripping hole. ‘Fucking greedy boy too, aren’t you?’

‘Mmhmm!’ He hummed, holding her waist another moment before she pried his fingers off and moved back down his body. He watched as she slid her pussy down his belly to his throbbing cock which she quickly straddled, his hard cock resting against her slit.

‘Look at this pretty little cock, so needy, aren’t you?’ Klaus nodded quickly, his cock twitching as she trailed her finger down the side of it and precum dribbled from his tip onto his belly. ‘God, you are a needy little boy, aren’t you? You’re just dripping all over yourself you’re so needy!’

‘Y-Yes Mommy…please? Please Mommy, I need you?’ He pleaded and he could see how much she loved it as she moved back and leaned down to lick up the little mess he had made on himself. ‘Oh fuck!’ He whined, unable to control his cock as it dribbled more cum.

‘Such a messy boy…do you want Mommy to suck on your little cock?’ She asked softly but he shook his head quickly, needing more than that right now. ‘No? Well, what do you want then?’

‘P-Please?’ He whined, desperate and needy, knowing how little it was going to take for him to finish and so did she.

‘Please what?’

‘Pussy! Mommy’s Pussy Please?!’ He cried, hips jumping unintentionally.

‘You want Mommy’s pussy? Is that it? You want to put your little cock in your Mommy’s pussy?’ He nodded frantically, completely desperate in a way that no one but his Mommy could make him feel.

Y/n lifted her hips and took hold of his cock, pushing down on him and just as she settled herself against him, his cock as deep in her cunt as he could get, his eyes rolled back in his head and he shot his stream of cum as deep into her body as he could. ‘Ah! Fuck M-Mommy-‘

‘Shh, there’s my good boy. I know, Mommy got you all worked up, didn’t she? It’s okay. Such a good boy, filling Mommy up so good…’ As soon as he finished cumming Y/n lifted her hips and dropped back down on him.

‘Ah!’

‘Such a good boy for Mommy, still nice and hard for me.’ She praised, Klaus reaching out and taking hold of her hips as she continued to ride him. ‘Oh Fuck! So good for me, so fucking good!’ Y/n kept riding his cock until she felt her orgasm take over her body, clamping down on his hard cock and he growled, clenching his teeth as he came once again, filling her cunt up even more with his cum.

Y/n dropped down against Klaus’ chest and he pulled the blanket up over the both of them, nuzzling into his Mommy’s neck where he settled for the rest of the night.

And just like that Klaus’ Mommy was all his once again. He didn’t care how many people he would have to compel for the rest of their lives together, he would do it every single time because she was all his and no one would ever take his Mommy away from him.

Klaus M. Masterlist

[luxcuriousao3]

Based on this art by @machveil , please like and reblog it, it's adorable! I love how they draw König.

Warnings: no smut, MDlb dynamic/mommy kink, non sexual age play ig?, fluff

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Despite being twice the size of a normal tub, it is still almost too small for your not-so-little boy.

König sits stiffly in the deep basin, long legs bent at the knees and thick, tree-trunk arms pressed tightly against the sides. He’s pouting, and his long, red hair is plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck. You scoop up a handful of bubbles and plop it on top of his head, cooing at him.

“You’re adorable, baby,” you tell him, a gentle smile on your face. His cheeks turn pink and he drops his gaze, stirring the bubbles around in front of him. You can tell he’s self conscious about his size once again. You know how mercilessly he was bullied for it as a child—and you know how much he craves to feel small, for once.

“My sweet boy,” you continue, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Your lips come away shiny and wet, and you notice how his eyes flicker up back up and linger on them. You don’t give in to his desire to kiss you, though, knowing it will end up with you riding him in the tub if you do. He has the self control of a toddler when it comes to you. Instead you reach down into the basket of bath toys next to the tub, pulling out a bright yellow rubber ducky and making it squeak. One side of his scarred mouth quirks up in a tiny smile as his gaze moves from your lips to the duck, and his fingers twitch beneath the water as he resists the urge to reach out and take it.

You don’t make him wait, grabbing one of his massive paws and placing the duck in the center of it. The toy looks tiny in his grip, but from the way the tension drains out of his shoulders, you know it’s accomplished what you hoped. He relaxes, squeaking the duck a few times before making it swim through the bubbles.

“Danke, Mama,” he whispers, and you coo sweetly at him again before beginning to wash him. He lets you, focused on playing with the rubber ducky, and you make sure to spend extra time on his scars, gently massaging any lingering pain from them. You treasure these moments of vulnerability with König, knowing you’re the only person to see him in such a state. That you’re the only person he feels safe enough to show this side of him to. Life has not been kind to him, you know, but you have vowed to always be. You will happily give him the motherly love he needs, and was deprived of during his childhood—as well as the devotion of a wife.

[purrrtasticsnake]

Heeseung

Imagine: Heeseung as your sub:

Pairing: Sub!Heeseung x Femdom!Reader

Warning: Smut, BDSM themes, MDLB/ageplay/mommy kink

• Soft Sub: He's the type of sub who wants to be handled gently, like a fragile, precious little object.

But he also likes to change it up once in a while. So when he notices you've had a hard day, he will let you go rough on him. It's still very enjoyable for him, but making it a routine would overwhelm him too much.

• Self pleasure: Throughout the whole day, he'll always daydream about submission. During dance practice, he would go to the bathroom, just to look at your photos/text messages and fantasize about what could happen when he sees you again. After cumming, he always feels a little embarrassed, so he tries to keep his masturbation habits a secret. 

Even at home, this happens. When he comes back from a room and returns with an inconsistent breathing pattern and flushed cheeks, you'll confront him about it. Which makes Heeseung really flustered. You ask him to explain what he was doing, how he was doing it, and what he was thinking about.

• 24/7 dynamic: There never comes an end to his subbyness. This 24/7 dynamic grew naturally and very quickly because it just feels normal for him to behave this way with you. One of the reasons he's so mature and professional with the other members is because it gives him confidence to know that he's owned by you.

At home, he'll act giddy around you and is literally always ready for a session. 

When he's sad or stressed, he likes to sit in your lap while you're busy reading or watching something. For some reason, physical touch helps a lot when he's feeling down.

• MDLB (MommyDomme/LittleBoy): Being the oldest in the group doesn't stop him from feeling little. During his workday, he's seen as the big brother who takes care of the members. So when he's with you, he feels free to be as childish as he wants (in a cute way, not an immature way). He especially loves to make drawings for you, so you can hang them up on the fridge. Then he expects you to give him attention as a reward.

This boy does not shy away from calling you mommy whenever he has the chance. He's actually very communicative about what he wants. The clothes he wears and the food he eats is always chosen by you, because he opened up about his struggles with decision fatigue.

☆ Choosing Game: ☆

(● = his choice/preference)

1)

● rewards

○ punishments/funishments

2) 

● getting spoiled by Domme

○ servicing his Domme

3)

○ petplay

● ageplay

4) 

● obedient

○ brat

5)

● praise

○ degradation

6)

○ bondage

● impact play 

(he loves his spanking punishments)

7)

○ exhibitionist 

● voyeur

8)

● low protocol 

○ high protocol

Here you can find other imagines that I've written, but it's not finished yet:

(Update: it got removed)

[mummyemmatojames]

43. The Power of a Gentle Threat: Keeping My Little Boy in Line

Hello, dear community! Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with another heartfelt update on our MDLB and FLR journey. One of the most fascinating aspects of our dynamic is how a simple, nurturing threat can work wonders to keep my sweet James in line. When he starts to get out of hand—maybe a sassy tone or a moment of defiance—I’ve found that a calm, firm reminder of consequences, delivered with love, is usually enough to bring him back to his good little boy self. Phrases like “Do you need a nap?” or “Is someone asking for a sore bottom tonight?” almost always do the trick, and I rarely have to follow through with actual punishment. Today, I want to share how these gentle nudges help maintain our dynamic, reinforce our rules, and keep James behaving like the darling boy he is. I’d love to hear how you use similar tools in your own dynamics!

The Magic of a Nurturing Threat

In our MDLB dynamic, structure and boundaries are key to helping James feel safe and cared for in his 10-year-old little space. But like any little boy, he can test those boundaries—maybe he’ll roll his eyes when I ask him to tidy his toys or grumble about his early bedtime. Instead of jumping straight to punishment, I’ve learned that a well-placed, nurturing threat is often all it takes to guide him back. These aren’t harsh or scary; they’re delivered in my soft Mummy voice, with a touch of playfulness or concern, to remind him of the consequences without breaking the loving tone of our dynamic. The beauty is that they work so well, I rarely have to act on them—my little boy is just too sweet to push too far!

How I Use Threats to Keep James in Line

Here are some of the phrases I use when James starts to stray, and how they help him snap back to his best behavior:

“Do you need a nap, little one?”: If James is getting cranky—say, fussing about putting away his Lego—I’ll tilt my head and say, “Oh, my little boy seems tired. Do you need a nap to feel better?” His eyes widen, and he shakes his head fast, knowing a nap means missing playtime. Just last week, he was dragging his feet about cleaning up, and this phrase made him scurry to stack his bricks, mumbling, “No nap, Mummy, I’m good!” It’s adorable how quickly it works, pulling him back to his cooperative little self.

“I think bed an hour early might help improve this attitude.”: When he gets a bit sassy, like talking back about his 7:30 PM bedtime, I’ll say, “Hmm, is someone telling Mummy they need bed at 6:30 tonight?” The thought of losing an hour of evening fun is enough to make him soften. Once, he was grumbling about bath time, and this threat had him in the tub within minutes, splashing bubbles and saying, “I’m being good, Mummy!” It’s like magic—his little boy heart wants to please me, and the threat nudges him there.

“Is someone asking for 10 minutes in the corner?”: If he’s pushing boundaries, like ignoring a rule about asking permission for snacks, I’ll raise an eyebrow and say, “Does my little boy want 10 minutes in the corner to think?” The idea of standing still, facing the wall, is so boring and humbling that he’ll backtrack instantly. Just yesterday, he reached for a biscuit without asking, and this phrase made him pull his hand back, saying, “Sorry, Mummy, may I have one?” His shy smile afterward melts my heart every time.

“Does someone want to go to bed with a very sore bottom or sleep on their front tonight?”: This is my big gun, saved for when he’s really testing me, like snapping during a shopping trip. I’ll say, “Is someone asking for a sore bottom before bed, or do you want to be my good boy?” The memory of recent spankings makes this threat hit hard—he’ll blush, look down, and mumble, “I’ll be good, Mummy.” It’s rare I need this one, but it’s powerful; he knows I mean business, and he’d rather avoid the hairbrush at all costs.

Why It Works So Well

These threats are effective because they tap into James’s desire to be my good little boy while reminding him of the structure we’ve built. They’re not about fear but about reinforcing our dynamic’s boundaries in a way that feels nurturing. Here’s why I think they resonate:

Little Space Connection: The language—calling him “little one” or “my boy”—keeps him anchored in his 10-year-old headspace, where he wants to please Mummy. Even when he’s acting out, these phrases pull him back to that vulnerable, cooperative place.

Clear Consequences: Each threat points to a specific, undesirable outcome (nap, early bed, corner time, spanking), which makes the stakes clear without needing to act. He knows exactly what’s at risk, and his imagination does the rest.

Nurturing Tone: I deliver these with love, not anger, often with a gentle touch like stroking his hair or a playful smile. This keeps him feeling safe, not scolded, so he’s motivated to comply out of love, not fear.

His Sweet Nature: James is such a good boy at heart. The threats remind him how much he values our dynamic, and he’d rather make Mummy proud than face a consequence. His quick apologies and shy smiles show how much he wants to stay in line.

A Recent Example

Last weekend, James was getting a bit cheeky during our grocery shop, whining about wanting something. His tone was sharp, and I could see him teetering on the edge of a meltdown. I leaned in, held his hand, and said, “Does my little boy need 10 minutes in the corner when we get home, or can we be a good helper for Mummy?” His face flushed, and he gripped the trolley tighter, whispering, “I’ll be good.” By the next aisle, he was asking politely for things and even giggling when I teased him about his “helper skills.” That moment showed me how powerful these threats are—no punishment needed, just a nudge to bring my sweet boy back.

The Rare Need for Follow-Through

I’m so grateful that these threats are usually enough, because I don’t enjoy punishing James. The few times we had to use a spanking  was hard on both of us, and I’d rather avoid it. The threats work so well that I’ve only had to send him to the corner once or twice, and early bedtime has happened maybe once in the past month. Each time, he’s been so apologetic afterward, cuddling close and promising to be better. It’s like the threat alone reminds him of our rules and his role, and his good little heart does the rest.

Reflections on Balance

Using threats feels like a delicate dance in our MDLB dynamic. I want to keep our connection loving and nurturing, not let it tip into fear or harshness. I’m careful to use these phrases sparingly, saving them for when he’s truly out of line, so they don’t lose their power. I also make sure to praise him when he complies, saying, “That’s my good boy, making Mummy so proud!” to reinforce his positive behavior. It’s a balance—firm enough to guide, soft enough to love. Seeing how quickly he responds, blushing and eager to please, tells me it’s working for us.

Questions for the Community

How do you use gentle threats or reminders in your dynamic to keep your little one in line? What phrases work best for your partner’s headspace? Have you found ways to make consequences feel nurturing yet effective? And for those whose littles are as sweet as my James, how do you balance discipline with all the cuddles and praise they deserve? I’m so eager to learn from your experiences!

Thank you for being such an amazing community as we navigate these little moments of guidance and love. Your support makes every step of our journey so special!

With all my love,

Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[mummy-loves-crinklybottys]

Hi! I’ve been going around Tumblr wanting to ask this question to a few Mommies to get a better understand of how I should go about this, but do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. I want to be what he wants and enjoy it too. I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Ok so there's no short answer to this.

First things first: in my opinion, the most important foundation for any kink-related activity is enthusiastic, informed consent from everyone involved. Please make sure you’re not being pressured into doing anything you don’t truly want to do. Consent isn’t just about saying “yes” — it’s about feeling safe, comfortable, and excited about what you’re participating in.

If something makes you uncomfortable or you’re not enjoying it, don’t do it. I strongly advise against engaging in anything that doesn’t bring you some form of pleasure or fulfillment. Your enjoyment and wellbeing matter just as much as anyone else's.

It’s tricky to offer detailed advice about the dynamic without knowing more about what your partner is interested in exploring, but I’ll do my best. 

The "Mummy" in me has always been there (I just didn't recognise it as that until it was introduced to me by an ABDL).

 I've always been nurturing and caring and I like being in charge, I was born to lead- but gently, which is why being a Mummy suits me- I adore it. Also I don't know if your partner is interested in exploring diapers but sadly, I know that many DL's feel a lot of shame around this desire. I have always been passionate about creating and celebrating joy- regardless of how 'weird' other people may think it is- my number one priority as a Mummy is to empower and encourage my little to embrace the diaper-loving side of him without shame- in fact we celebrate it!

I could easily delve into all the amazing reasons I love being a Mummy, but that is not what you asked!

I would recommend having a very open discussion with your partner about what parts of the MDlb dynamic appeals to him, and talk about how you can incorporate into your relationship- in a way that you enjoy also- are there any parts that appeal to you?

For some it's just sexual, for others it's a lifestyle. No two Mummy's are the same and two little's are the same.

The most important thing to remember is that as long as everything is ethical, respectful, and all parties involved are consenting adults, there is absolutely no shame in exploring this "adult playtime".

I’m not sure if your partner identifies as AB, but what I will say is that there can be a lot of shame and misunderstanding surrounding this. It’s important to remember that interests like this often stem from a need for comfort, emotional safety, or stress relief — not something “wrong” or unhealthy. Like any kink or identity, it deserves the same respect and acceptance as any other. If your partner has shared this, it probably means they trust you. Try to meet that vulnerability with curiosity and empathy. You don’t have to fully understand or participate right away — or ever — but approaching the topic without judgment helps build a safe space for you both.

My tips to start:

• Ask your partner what this dynamic means to them. Everyone experiences it differently — for some, it’s about emotional comfort/ regression; for others, it may include elements of kink. Understanding the “why” behind it can help you feel less uncertain. Is it about diapers or regression? Is it about loss of control or humiliation? Just make sure it’s not about removing all responsibility in the relationship — you deserve to be considered, respected, and prioritised as a partner.

Yes, as a Mummy, it’s my job to make sure my baby feels cared for and looked after — but he also has a responsibility to completely adore and worship me, and to do his best to make me happy and proud.

• Set boundaries. Don't feel pressured to do everything at once. It’s okay to take your time, and set limits. Consent and comfort go both ways.

• You don’t have to ‘roleplay’. When I'm a Mummy it's just an extension of who I am. I know some people are put off by the idea of being a “caregiver” because they assume it means doing everything for their partner. Let me be clear: being a Mummy does NOT mean becoming a slave to this man.

• Learn together. If you’re unsure or feel awkward, communicate with your partner and remember- it's ok to laugh!- sex is hilarious when you think about it. Kink doesn’t have to be serious.

Continue to read blogs, watch videos, connect with people/communities online- to give you a broader understanding of the dynamic and 'cherry pick' what works for you.

• Aftercare and regular check-ins are essential in my opinion. This dynamic often involves a lot of emotional vulnerability for both parties, it blurs alot of lines.

Make time to check in with each other — not just about what felt good, but also about what didn’t. Feeling safe, seen, and heard is important for both of you. Communication is so important, don't be frightened of it.