u/cookiecrxmbles

fuckkk dude I just wanna be a total fucking brat to a hot fem domme who puts up with my shit in public but gives me the glare that its not going unnoticed.

her being the sweetest around friends or maybe it's just us hanging out and as soon as the front door closes, she yells at me and tells me how much of a spoiled little brat I am. Pushing me around and getting to see the anger, annoyance, disappointment on her face and be the outlet of her steam. UGH I can't get past the image of her anger. I want to hear her breaths, see her face get a little more red with the stress, the way shes so antsy around me. the way she curts though her teeth.

begging her to give me a second chance and apologizing on my knees for her saying it was all just a prank or joke and I didn't really mean it. moving the goalpost to being punished gently and begging her to go easy on me.

her absolutely degrading the hell out of me and bringing up my past trauma while she yells about her being so kind to feed me, but me biting her hand. her getting sick of my pleading and telling me to shut the fuck up when she holds me by my shirt. ugh it would make me even wetter if she told me thered be worse punishment if the neighbors thought I was being abused because I wouldn't shut the fuck up. being absolutely fucking terrified of her and whimpering and feeling like trapped prey

maybe being tied up in fuzzy little cuffs or locked in a cage mmMmMm or her taking her frustration out on me via strap/vibe.

the way that after scene, we go back to normal UGH JTS SO HOT TO SEE A WOMAN UNLEASH HER DARKSIDE ON YOU LIKE MATTER OF FACT JUST LEASH ME TOO ILL BE A GOOD PUPPY ARF ARF 🐾

Dressed up in the perfect outfit for the party. Well, now the canceled party.

It wasn’t Luna’s fault– something came up; she had to cancel it immediately and travel to handle a family emergency. Even if she didn’t spill about that part, I knew the importance anyway– otherwise she wouldn’t have done it. She knew how I’m an event gremlin and how I get when a wrench falls in my plans.

“I really wanted to go to that party.” I murmured, though, it came out more like a sad mumble. I guess it fit the vibe, you know, brooding on the couch.

A familiar, silky voice replied, “I know.”

Mommy always knew. She knew me like the back of her hand.

She was dressed up too, in the most pleasing dress that hugged her body so well. Eye candy, for sure.

But she was in the kitchen, digging through the pantry to spot something, and the crinkle was telling.

Sweet potato snacks?

Clacking.

Closer.

“But even when life happens, there’s always our favorite snacks to comfort us.” She hummed, offering the familiar, beloved, sweet treat to me.

Sweet potato snacks.

I gave a weak smile and took the red bag, fiddling with each piece in thought before it met its fate.

“Yeah…” I weakly agreed, the whole event–well how I intended it to go, replaying in my head– only for the whole constructed version to crumble, leaving standing outside awkwardly, much like a fashionably late guest who pondered whether they should just go home with little time left.

I looked down and frowned, my eyes scanning the scene around me as if I was looking for something physically, but really I was scanning internally. Trying to make sense of everything and recalibrate. It wasn’t easy.

“How about a date night at that restaurant you love, mhm?” She tip-toely suggested, taking a seat on the cushion next to me.
Sweet.

It was sweet.

She was sweet.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

It wasn’t what I prepped myself for.

And maybe part of her already knew that.

The lover and logical side of me said yes. You spent all this time getting dressed up anyway– so you should just go out. It’d be fun. You’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy it.

But my heart and brain say no. I never minded being autistic on a day to day basis, I thought it gave me more whimsy and overall happiness in life, but today it was a sword used against me.

Change.

I never did good with change. Maybe I could cope on the outside and enthusiastically go along, but change is the match to the firewood in my chest.

I envisioned how our modified night would go, and the thought of it made my face wobbly and warm until tears spilled out.

Mommy noticed. She always did.

“It’s okay princess, we don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion– I never want you to say yes to something you don’t want.” Mommy wrapped her arms around me and her scent calmed the silent, smothering hurricane in my body.

“I’m sorry– I-I’m just a baby.” I sheepishly sobbed.

Mommy swayed with me side to side as she reassured me, “you’re my baby, and I love that about you, always and forever. Please don’t ever feel the need to apologize about that.”

It made me feel better. Mommy was always so kind to me– like she had a store with infinite love that she built, just for me!

With every passing minute, I felt calmer. Okay again.

“Tell you what, muffin, Mommy’s gonna go change into something comfier, hunt down your pink bunny footed jammies, and then get you all changed. You don’t have to move a muscle, little love; once you’re all comfy, Mommy will make us something quick. Can you pick out a nice comfort movie? Or a show, just anything you’re feeling up to while Mama gets ready?”

A quiet whisper.

“Kay, love you Mama” I replied, nibbling a bit on the communal couch blankie– nibbling on stuff was a tell-tale sign of me slipping into a younger headspace.

“I love you too princess, andddd I’ll be back with your flower paci too!” Her sudden addition made me giggle, kicking my feet a little as she walked off.

Maybe I am a baby, but I’m Mommy’s little baby!
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Okay soooo I picked up this mdlg book and it kinda reinspired the idea of me finding love and being lovable as a little so THEN I was like "waittt I wanna write now too!! like real life situations with my future mama!" and so i did, anddd I was even kind enough to feed u rascals!

Enjoy!

Dressed up in the perfect outfit for the party. Well, now the canceled party.

It wasn’t Luna’s fault– something came up; she had to cancel it immediately and travel to handle a family emergency. Even if she didn’t spill about that part, I knew the importance anyway– otherwise she wouldn’t have done it. She knew how I’m an event gremlin and how I get when a wrench falls in my plans.

“I really wanted to go to that party.” I murmured, though, it came out more like a sad mumble. I guess it fit the vibe, you know, brooding on the couch.

A familiar, silky voice replied, “I know.”

Mommy always knew. She knew me like the back of her hand.

She was dressed up too, in the most pleasing dress that hugged her body so well. Eye candy, for sure.

But she was in the kitchen, digging through the pantry to spot something, and the crinkle was telling.

Sweet potato snacks?

Clacking.

Closer.

“But even when life happens, there’s always our favorite snacks to comfort us.” She hummed, offering the familiar, beloved, sweet treat to me.

Sweet potato snacks.

I gave a weak smile and took the red bag, fiddling with each piece in thought before it met its fate.

“Yeah…” I weakly agreed, the whole event–well how I intended it to go, replaying in my head– only for the whole constructed version to crumble, leaving standing outside awkwardly, much like a fashionably late guest who pondered whether they should just go home with little time left.

I looked down and frowned, my eyes scanning the scene around me as if I was looking for something physically, but really I was scanning internally. Trying to make sense of everything and recalibrate. It wasn’t easy.

“How about a date night at that restaurant you love, mhm?” She tip-toely suggested, taking a seat on the cushion next to me.
Sweet.

It was sweet.

She was sweet.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

It wasn’t what I prepped myself for.

And maybe part of her already knew that.

The lover and logical side of me said yes. You spent all this time getting dressed up anyway– so you should just go out. It’d be fun. You’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy it.

But my heart and brain say no. I never minded being autistic on a day to day basis, I thought it gave me more whimsy and overall happiness in life, but today it was a sword used against me.

Change.

I never did good with change. Maybe I could cope on the outside and enthusiastically go along, but change is the match to the firewood in my chest.

I envisioned how our modified night would go, and the thought of it made my face wobbly and warm until tears spilled out.

Mommy noticed. She always did.

“It’s okay princess, we don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion– I never want you to say yes to something you don’t want.” Mommy wrapped her arms around me and her scent calmed the silent, smothering hurricane in my body.

“I’m sorry– I-I’m just a baby.” I sheepishly sobbed.

Mommy swayed with me side to side as she reassured me, “you’re my baby, and I love that about you, always and forever. Please don’t ever feel the need to apologize about that.”

It made me feel better. Mommy was always so kind to me– like she had a store with infinite love that she built, just for me!

With every passing minute, I felt calmer. Okay again.

“Tell you what, muffin, Mommy’s gonna go change into something comfier, hunt down your pink bunny footed jammies, and then get you all changed. You don’t have to move a muscle, little love; once you’re all comfy, Mommy will make us something quick. Can you pick out a nice comfort movie? Or a show, just anything you’re feeling up to while Mama gets ready?”

A quiet whisper.

“Kay, love you Mama” I replied, nibbling a bit on the communal couch blankie– nibbling on stuff was a tell-tale sign of me slipping into a younger headspace.

“I love you too princess, andddd I’ll be back with your flower paci too!” Her sudden addition made me giggle, kicking my feet a little as she walked off.

Maybe I am a baby, but I’m Mommy’s little baby!
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Okay soooo I picked up this MDLG book and it kinda reinspired the idea of me finding love and being lovable as a little so THEN I was like "waittt I wanna write now too!! like real life situations with my future mama!" and so i did, anddd I was even kind enough to feed u rascals!

Enjoy!

If so, who and when?

For me it's OnesiesDownUnder! I 🫶🏽 ODU!! I have 4 of their onesies and they're SOOOO soft and comfy n fit my body perfectly. I'm specifically waiting for something Black Friday or Christmas related cuz I'll have spare monies to get more onesies! I sleep and lounge in them they're amazing!!

Maybe a smaller capacity diaper too? 5000-7000 ml pref cuz I'm a small girl who can't fill up for my money's worth above that. I kinda made the mistake of going off just looks and bought LaceyLoves which are GREAT don't get me wrong-- but I like squish and saturation. I never get close to that w 9000 ml 😭

So maybe like Kiddo brand or if Abu has something going on, then their lil pawz cuz they're the SOFTEST diapees I've everrrr worn bro!! Oh and they fill easily n swell nicely!

I feel like a little kid waiting for Christmas bc I'ma get so much stuff since I finally have disposable income for the sale season!!! :D

BRO IK THIS MIGHT BE CRINGE BUT HEAR ME OUT

Ragatha is SO mommy. Just straight up and she's also so hot and exactly my type in the live action part UGHHH she'd be so gentle and like check-iny with sex to make sure you're still comfortable and enjoying it?? AND HER VOICE UGHGHGHFHGH SHE MAKES ME WANNA DRAW RULE 34 AND WRITE SMUT ABOUT HER SHES SO FUCKING HOT LIKE I WANT A MOMMY LIKE HER SO BAD UGHHH. hshwgwjah

And Zooble??? Ugh you know they'd be like hot and dominant as hell too but like ugh. Zooble is giving Zaddy and would give you a good ass railing 🤤Ragatha > Zooble personally tho cuz mommy. MATTER OF FACT WAIT WHY NOT BOTH IN THIS BITCH?? Zaddy and Mommy type shit.

WHY AREN'T THEY REAL CHAT!! 😭😭 RAGATHA IS SO FUCKING HOT LIKE SHE COULD RAIL THE HELL OUT OF ME IN THAT CIRCUS OR IRL IDC (the character not the acc person playing her) Or Zooble could tie me the tf up like I'm yours Zaddy :)))

I need to find fics...pronto

it might be bc I'm so close to my period BUT I JUST WANT A MOMMY WAHH ITS NOT FAIRR!! 😭😭 I JUST A BABYY!!!

like WHY can't a mommy be rubbing my back n bouncin me in her lap right NEOW! an check my diapee and make sure it's all clean or make it clean w a change n then baba or mama milk time UGHHhhh whyyy!! It's not faiiiirrr 😞

but I also just want like the slice of life moments too!! I wana have my doggy n be exploring the backyard with her while mamas just sitting on the porch readin a book n watchin over me as we play or or like...bakin with mama!!

WAHHHhhhh 😭

and also I'm upsetti spaghetti cuz my first little scouts event got CANCELLED!! i wanted to on adventures w new fwends nooooo it so sad!! I wanted to earn badges n explore w them :( is kay cuz atleast there's an amusement park daycare field trip I can go to instead but still!!! 🥺

I JUST WANA MEET MY NEW LIL FWENDS NOW THO!! I dun wanna wait till August...but I havVveE to! hmph!

Kay gd'bye 👋🏽🦦 enjoy dee otter

Triggered. Terrified. Confused. Startled.

Angry. Sad.

Dissociated. Hypervigilant.

Sweat. Warmth. Tears.

It wasn’t real. It’s not real. This is real– the blanket. Yes. You are in the bedroom. Your bedroom.

“Princess~?” Soft.

Our bedroom.

Footsteps. I know they belong to her.

Closer.

Louder.

“I thought I heard rustling in here, my little blanket kicke~-” Sudden.

Shuffles.

“Hey, hey, you’re safe. No one will hurt you. I promise, I pinky promise honeybun.”

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Mommy held me for a really long time until my edges weren’t so jagged and she could get through to me. She always knew how to ground me– rocking, deep pressure, and rubbing my back were my kryptonite, but so was her. The way her pheromones mixed with the shampoo, body wash, and perfume she adorned was the most soothing Holy Trinity.

She continued, long after my heart rate decreased and my temperature dropped.

Her voice winced, “I’m so so sorry you had another nightmare, baby.”

My eyes scanned my view of the room from over her shoulder as I calculated a response. They sank to the bottom with the slightest frown.

But despite my best efforts, nothing coherent came to mind.

“I’m sorrrrry! I- I’m okay! Y-you can leave if you want please don’t feel obligated to stay this isn’t your problem and and I interrupted your work and and— I promise Ill be quie- ” I sobbed between hiccups.

She pulled me back. Gently. Maybe metamorphically as well.

“Look at Mommy, muffin.”

I instinctively whimpered as I met her gaze.

She took my hands into hers.

“I am your Mommy, not your Mother, I don’t care how much space you take up. I won’t come in here to tell you to quiet down and continue my day. I won’t laugh at you or downplay your feelings either.”

“Bu-”

Mommy shushed me, putting her finger on my lips.

“Ah ah, Mommy isn’t done.”

“Sweet girl, I am your Mommy. I love you. My actions will always show my love for you. My door is always open and I choose to walk through yours in every universe. There is nothing I wouldn’t drop or put on pause for you, and I don’t care how many times I have to tell your sweet little soul this until it sticks.”

I scanned her facial expressions and detected no hint of malice, no coerced compliance, no disdain, just nurture.

“But I also know how your stubborn,” She began to boop my nose for extra emphasis,  “little, noggin, works, so here are some quick reminders: No I am not mad at you for this, you are not wasting my time, you are not codependent and giving me the sole responsibility of your mental health and or regulation, I promise I can handle this, and I still love you to the Moon and back.”

“The Artemis II way or Apollo 11 way?” I chirped.

Mommy chuckled before she kissed my forehead, “Always the Artemis II way, never in a million years would I cut corners with you, my little astronaut”

A quiet, little voice bubbled to the surface, “Kay mama I love you toos.”

Mommy picked me up and set me on her hip. To me, she was always the strongest Mommy in the whole wide world, she could carry all my weight, no matter the type or amount.

“I think we need to get you some sunlight and movement, how about a scavenger hunt? We can find some bug friends, flowers, leaves, everything my sweet baby girl likes?!” She cooed.

I gave a small nod, Mommy always has the bestest ideas!

And the adult voice in the back of my mind knew she’d slip away for a few minutes to wash our sheets, but the little girl in control paid no mind, and as far as she knew, Mommy was just slipping away to get her a popsicle and iced water in her baba.

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Teeheehehe more self indulgent self insert comfort fics hehehehe! We was sad but I wrote as a good opposite action thing! kay bye fwends!!

My mommy and their caregiver coordinating on a day my little friend comes over to my house. The carers chatting it up and catching up while they shoo us away to play because "the adults are talking"

pretending to be the sweetest, excited little angel and babbling about how im gonna show her around my playroom n let her play w all my toys! running off with her as I lead her into the playroom.

maybe we do actually play a little bit-- blocks, dollies, some reading. But during those sessions, I just can't help but feel sooooo horny n needy n wet. Looking at her childish outfit, the slight bulge in her pants. the way her outfit is just sooo snug and adorable. beginning to be expressively affectionate, maybe some nuzzling or just taking their arm into mine. And then starting to take off her bottoms. slowly creeping them down to see that wet pullup.

oh I don't have a preference for temperament as long as I can still molest her! a shy girl who obediently complies or maybe a more embarrassed/uncomfortable one who looks nervous and tries to scoot away.

They can try all they want but the door is closed and they're in my castle. I rule, and I know the layout. I'd continue anyways.

Maybe we could ride each other's wet diapers, or I could hump her doggy style before it's strappy time. Either way, I glare at her and tell her she needs to be quiet or else my mommy and her mommy/daddy will catch us playing and end the game and that's not cool!! That I wanna play with her soooo bad and it would make me realllyy sad if we couldn't!

If that's not enough, I'd threaten her into submission. Do what I say or else I'll start crying and blame her for it-- I know her carer would punish her severely if I accused her of something serious like hitting me or refusing to share! I'd perform using the best crocodile tears and as soon as my mommy throws me over her shoulder, out of sight, I'd give the most devious smile and mouth "I told you so."

But that won't happen! Because she doesn't want to fuck around and find out! Only fuck with me!!! So we play and ooh if she has trouble shutting up, I can just force her pacifier in and that problem is fixed!

And once we're allll done with playtime, I can skip back with her to my mommy n tell her about allllll the fun stuff we played, blatantly lying about what happened in front of her face :)
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Hehe, I just love being a manipulative little shit but looking like an angel so it's not believed :) god ageplay, abdl, and mdlg are literally my holy trinity of kinks LMFAO

I haven't been little in over 3 months u guys...like wha?? I miss it so much tho bc like it's such an amazing headspace and you just feel so soft n like carefree n happy n simple n idk just like the world is different!! like being deep in headspace is soooo underrated and I wish I could have more...!

don't rlly foresee that till july-augustish cuz I have a lottttt on my plate!

lowkey I cope by daydreaming n actual dreams! Like do u other littles get regressed dreams too?? ugh they're so awesome and always make me so happy in them and after them!! 🧚🏽

I've had ones where I was in daycare, a play group, at home watchin cartoons w my mommy, ooh I even had one where I got new clothes from a nice ladys van who wanted to see me again! i love all my agere dreams!!! They so immersive c:

okay this is like kinda half venty half silly n lot of ranty! LOLS

but ok so like....AGHhh im like too baby!! SERIOUSLY!! i worry i won't find a mama cuz like I feel like the dynamic I want being pretty deep n near 24/7 (little power exchange) is like off putting or kinda cringey BLEHHHHhhh....

like...yesss i want my mommy to refer to my job or university as daycare n say that I play pretend bein a grown up there!! AAaaa >.<

like I just da biggest whiner u guys!! like i so sensitive not in the sense of "WAHHHH" crybaby sensitive but like "they were mean to me and now I sad because ik i shouldn't care about meanies but it makes me sad that meanies exist cuz like why u be mean?? why we not all just nice! :("

aawAAA idk I kinda just think I too silly and too little...and it's not even like I want a woman to take full care of me cuz noooo i go big girl school and work for monies and I'm soooo emotionally intelligent and emotionally available and communicative n everythin (I pinky promise!!) but it's just like....i dunno I feel too unconventional to fit a mommyyy

it kinda feels like i goin "chef chef, you're making the steak too juicy n lobster too buttery!" but i mean it for real lifes!! 😞😞

kay so maybe this is highlighting an insecurity/trauma lowkey. a lot of the ppl around me say im too silly n childish (like they acknowledge i successful n organized n stuff they just off put n tell me to act normal like eveybody else!!) (Kay wait they also tell m I super dramatic over the smallest things--an that I yap too much)

kinda big brain dump so I gotta compensate u guys!!

heresa goodbye otter! 🦦 Kay bye byes 👋🏽

ughhh ik this is like taboo but like ok

domme breaking a pretty woman with a strap while in a wet diaper and onesie. theyre literally tweaking bc being dommed by a fuckin little who pissed their pants?? like where the hell is her mommy???

doll tries to humiliate me for my appearance but I tell her to shut the fuck up because I like her better face down, ass up. of course she listens.

my Mommy catches me strapping her down and she's like "cookie are you playing with your dolls again? I told you to get a new diaper, not strap down your doll!" and I'm like "im so sorry mommy i just wanted to play house with her!!" all whiny and sniffly begging not to be put in timeout

just soaking in the intoxicating whiplash doll is suffering from being domme broken by a little and realizing shes not even the top of the food chain and all she is to me is a fucking doll to play with.

Mommy reprimanding me in front of her and me being so submissive, shy, and timid.

doll feeling absolutely pathetic because not only was doll railed by a pants pisser, her literal diaper changer was more dominant than she could ever be. that the threat of a timeout made me submissive. how embarrassing for my poor poor dolly :(

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I recently became enlightened by little domme and I just can't get enough omfg like that's me?? UGH I just wanna play with another little too 💔💔 it makes me wet thinking about a "play date" and telling them to stay quiet so our caregivers don't find out we're playing naughty...fuck me I need my magic wand to help

more cw: fake safeword, corrupted littlespace, dark mommy, coercion

I was a good girl– all face down and ass up for Mommy. She's so hot that I'd do anything for her.

Including taking a bigger strap than usual.

 …but I don't think my tight little cunt can take more. Between the stretching, painful moans, and whimpers, I was at my limit.

It hurt. 

Like really hurt.

“Rabbit!” I squeaked.

Mommy slid right out of me and pulled me onto her lap. She wasn't inside me, but her cock was very much near my pussy.

“Oh princess, Mommy is so so sorry that you're having some big girl struggles…” She soothed me, tracing circles on my back as she pecked kisses all over my face.

I sniffled, “it's okay mama…. you're just so big..” I mumbled.

I laid my head on her shoulder.

Mommy paused, “I know, but can you do a little more? Mommy just loves~ stretching you out. I know it hurts my little princess, but if you're a good girl for me, you'll get so much love later, yeah~?” She gently grabbed my face to force eye contact.

Her eyes longed for more. 

But mine? Full of confusion.

I wanted to make her happy– to be her good little girl, but I just want cuddles n everything right now…

But her eyes.

“Mommy….” I whimpered.

She smiled, “so, yes, my precious little girl?” 

Mommy began to play with my hair– something she knew made me feel more relaxed, subby, and easy to win over.

I tried to rack my brain for an answer, digging through every cabinet to decide on something, but nothing I could find was definite.

“Bunnyyy~, Mommy would reward you with Bluey…and she'd give you the warmest bubble bath with your scent. Mhm, then she can play pretend with you–,” she went quiet, but then a light bulb turned on, “oh puppet shows! I know my baby likes puppet shows, yeah?” 

I bit my lip, pouting a bit. I really really like puppet shows! and Mommy…and bath time….and Bluey! Maybe I should let her have more? It just a little bit of big girl playtime n then I get lots of rewards AND I make Mommy happy!

I slipped into littlespace a bit– I think Mommy could tell. Like she's a mind reader n controller! That's really silly!

She broke my train of thought with a nose boop and more kisses. She even lowered her voice to a whisper for me, “Mama can give you a nice warm baba…and dress you in your favorite jammies. Or if you let her do whatever she wants, she can take you to the toy store? Don't you want Mommy to spoil you?” She questioned.

Her arms were wrapped around me. My thoughts were cloudy. If I said yes, Mommy would be happy and I get so many treats! And and she'd totally let me suck on her boobies too! Why wouldn't I say yes?

I nodded, my thumb half in my mouth.

“Oh, such a good girl~!” She cooed, bouncing me a bit before guiding me back down.

Mommy chuckled, “A good Mommy would flip you over since this might be a bit mature~ but I love corrupting you sweetie, and besides, this isn't good Mommy behavior anyways…”

I was a bit confused…I dunno why Mommy would say she isn't acting like a good Mommy because she is to me!! She gonna bathe, feed, n play with me! Good Mommies do that to babies!! But I'll be a good girl and keep quiet– back talk isn't good!

"Oh, you'll just have to forgive me sweet pea, you just make Mommy feel sooo~ good...she can't help herself..."

Mommy began to trace my pretty little body, “Mm, well, no need to harp on that anymore when I have you laid out in front of me…” 

My Mommy positioned herself between me, legs spread with her special toy waiting to be used.

“Open wide for Mommy, baby.”

It still hurts.

But it makes me Mommy's good girl.
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Teehehehee it's me again!! I love corrupted littlespace. And CNC. so what's better? BOTH :D

enjoy u just as sick as me freaks! 🫶🏽

ok so idk if it's just a me thing but....

My future mommy having parental controls on my phone?? Maybe setting a limit on how much Instagram I can watch or only allowing certain YouTube videos for me. Blocking too dark of stuffs.

This is a lil more personal but I REALLY struggle with kinda monitoring myself...like... I'll watch really bad news or scroll wayyyy too much even if I think I should stop so the idea of having a Mommy setting up that baby gate for me would be so helpful. 🥹

Ofc all consensual!

extra tws: cucking, sorta edging, one mention of rape

“Princess~!” She hummed as she lowered the car window.

“Mommy!” I smile before turning back to my little friends, “my Mommy's here to pick me up so bye bye!! We play more later!” My friends and I exchanged hugs before I ran towards the car.

She chuckled. Mommy stepped out to open the backdoor and buckle me in. 

“How was daycare, honeybun?” 

On the car ride home, I told her all about what we did! The badges I earned, the critters I befriended, and even a new flower I spotted in the forest!

But as fun as my play group was, I wanted something more~

I stared out the now-still view of the window and bit my lip in thought. Mommy parked the car and unbuckled me, holding out her hand for me to grab. 

“Mommy?” 

She scanned my face, replying in a light-hearted manner, “what’s going on little head of yours?”

I whimpered before answering, “...I want play time.”

“You already had playtime with your friends, silly!”

I pouted, “no like– big girl playtime with you!”

Mommy laughed before grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet– the same way a teacher ignored the class clown, simply continuing on with the lesson. I was confused.

When we got inside our house, she sat me down with Bluey on the TV. “Can you be a good girl and sit here while Mommy gets ready?” 

My frown quickly turned to a smile, “uh huh I'll be the goodest girl ever for Mama!” 

She gave me a small head pat before walking away. And although Bluey is one of my favorite cartoons, I couldn't help but wonder about what look Mommy is doing! Is it gonna be her sexy lingerie? Or maybe just her naked body? She doesn't need lingerie anyways, she looks gorgeous as in! Ooh maybe I get to ride her!! She always fills me up so good~

The thought of this stunning woman made me wet~ my thighs feverishly brushed against each other despite the diaper I wore. 

Clacks. 

My reward would be here soon~

With every step, my heart beat faster.

I secured my spot– the perfect view of the stage she'd walk out on.

And then I stopped breathing.

There she was– in lingerie that divulged every curve her body featured.

Her hands traced my– I'm sorry, her, sweet little face. I was simply an extension of this goddess I call Mommy.

I blushed as they travelled down to my diaper.

“Wet.” 

My Domme was always quick to the point.

I couldn't help but hump her hand.

“Ah, ah.” 

She pulled back.

She pulled back?

Excuse me what? 

I looked at her dumbfounded. “Mm, you can get a change once we're home.” She decided.

A yip of frustration escaped me

“What the actual fuck?” 

She simply scoffed. 

Her voice was vicious, her words caught in my ears, “What do you mean ‘what the actual fuck?’? You're in a wet diaper, wearing skirtalls I dressed you in. And I just took you home from daycare– and you think you can play with a grown woman?” 

She looked back before giving a half-hearted sigh. “Oh honey…. You poor thing…”  

Nothing made sense. Especially not the heat she trapped me in.

“Wha– but but you…” I looked her up and down, pointed at the sexy lingerie set adorning her, “it's for me! Me Mommy!!!” I attempted to reason between chokes.

Silence. Even from the cartoon…

A burst of laughter filled the room. 

“Oh my goodness! Princess you're cracking me up! You seriously think Mommy wore this for you?” She was hunched over, I peeked over the couch to steal a glance of her ass jiggling.

It took a minute for her to regain her composure, and then she stood again.

“Little girl, this,” she seductively spun, “is for Mommy's….” she paused, thinking of an appropriate answer for me, much like a mother explains concepts to a child, “play group, yeah. But play time is for adults only.” She booped my nose, completely aware of my gaze fixated on her body and not her face.

She leaned in, whispering in my ear, “butttt~ you can watch. I know the sight of Mommy makes your little cunt so wet.”

Mommy walked around to the front of the couch, pulling me to my feet. 

“I don't know what else your imagination creates, but don't think about joining in– no adult would touch a little girl in diapers– why that would be rape! Your body is Mommy's only. Try not to forget that.” 

I was quiet. Still in shock from the switch up.

“Mommy really~ doesn't want to teach her girl a lesson tonight. She'd hardly be gentle after a long night of play– I mean, you get rambunctious after playdates too, it's only fair I do too, mhm?” She hummed, calm and gentle as ever, despite the threat delivered.

“Heed to the warning, baby, or don't, Mommy adjusts to both good and bad girls.”

“But I implore you to evaluate if your ass can adjust to a frustrated Mommy.” 

Mommy kissed my forehead. She walked me to the car. I sat down without a peep. 

Because this time….

I knew better.
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teehehehee the mdlg smut bandit strikes again! its an interesting combo of kinks, but I REALLY like it....! youre welcome my niche kinked gremlins!

I hope I find my Mommy.

The woman with such a beautiful soul I couldn't have fathomed the existence of prior to our introduction. A woman that made me shut down the debate of if I was ever too hard to love in the first place because the answer was fixed.

The goddess I wake up to every morning, yet, every now and then, still catch myself fangirling over her as if she were a celebrity interacting with her biggest fan. 

I wonder just how all the peaks and valleys, little ridges, and even quirks on her puzzle piece manage to fit perfectly in mine. every. single. time. 

I'm her pampered little princess– she fawns over the reality of being my special Mommy

Skipping, running down the aisles of Costco during our grocery runs. Early morning on a weekday because she knows I don't like loud, crowded places. Her gaze soaking up my silly, carefree, and grounding antics. Talking up a storm and pointing to things we should try– but with no hint of annoyance or indifference, only love. The same way a moth cannot get enough of a lamp. I'd be her lamp, her sparkling little star– and she'd be an enamored astronomist.

She would never question if it were mutual.

Through every night full of cuddled rambles, or surprise I worked tirelessly to plan. But the former never occurred to me because it would make her happy– that made everything worth it in the end. To see her face and aura light up at the recognition of something I remembered meant so dear to her. The reality that I mean what I say and say what I mean. The way I worship her soul and body.

For she is the ocean to my baby turtle. Tiny and afraid in dry sands, yet crawling toward the ocean. She embraced me. The clearest waters Earth had to offer. Swimming through, mesmerized, the feeling of being in the upbeat, communal part of a Disney movie.

The woman that, although I firmly believe in astonishing coincidences, exposed me to the fixed idea of fate because there's no way I met her by chance. And praying to whatever spirit that in our next life, we are sapphic creatures who unite again. That it would spot her on the horizon after a long, cold winter and run as fast as I could to envelope her presence.

I hope you find me, too. I'm sure it'll be soon. 
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I'm kinda feelin all soft n daydreamy so we wrote hehe. It might be cheesy but I really do hope it-- and I hope that one day I can read everything I've written about this once mysterious woman to her. c: