#pampering kink

[dlsmurf]

Oh @vegeta77160 you should have told me before how much you like pink princess diapers

I mean I absolutely adore these little for big baby cuties

But if you would prefer to be in a sissy pink princess diaper for the evening then of course that can be arranged

I mean we both know this is your life now

You will always be in a pink outfit

You will always be in a pink diaper

You will always be in chastity

My little baby boy

Oh don’t cry sweetheart

You need to understand that your adult life is over

Now it’s Mommy who decides everything. When you eat. When you sleep and especially when she thinks it’s time to change your diaper! Now come on get in the diaper position for Mommy. That’s a good little boy

Image credit Mommy Gwen - Mommy and Baby Bruce

[abdlfemlo]

Only the cutest Diaper boy Making Pushies in his PRETTY PINK PAMPS 💕

Make sure to check out my JFF for the full vid and incase tumblr deletes it 🙄

[florence-and-dayton-abdl]

Florence having a comfy night in her super cute custom nappy from @comfortablycrinkly 😊 🙌

[miyamiwu]

I still can’t believe VeiFei is real and that their dynamic is even better than what I ever hoped it could be.

A month ago, I was betting on just a little toxic yaoi because I dared not expect a show coming from China to have another blatantly cute gay pair when ShiGuang already seemed to be pushing the limits of censorship. But Yingdu held none of my fears and said, fuck that, here have another cute gay pair~

Now, not only is VeiFei real, but they’re also ticking off boxes of my favorite danmei tags in just the two episodes they’ve been in. It feels like a dream 😭

May I never wake up from this 🙏

[greatbigbellies]

Cozy 2000's-2010's Era Videogame-Centric Pregnancy Things

Playing Wii Fit and realizing that the balance board wasn't built with your pregnant body in mind. The game calls you overweight constantly (which doesn't feel great), and some of the balance games are much harder to play. The game constantly reads your center of gravity as farther forward than normal, due to the excess weight of late term multiples hanging off of you. The table tilt one is way harder, but you've been basically speedrunning the balance bubble one since you have constant forward momentum.

Playing Minecraft and getting stuck on normally simple redstone circuits due to pregnancy-brain. To counteract this, you rubber-duck code with your unborn babies, talking them through the functions of your contraption until you find and fix the mistake. They tend to kick more while you're explaining your process, likely in response to your voice. You call them your little engineering assistants.

Playing a Pikmin game and getting really emotional whenever they die because your pregnancy hormones have you really sensitive and they're so small and cute that you have to reset every time you make a mistake. You manage a zero death run during your last month of pregnancy.

(Still) Playing Minecraft and your nesting instinct kicks in so fierce you end up organizing not just your chests, but the storage of your partner's base too, who also plays with you. During a baby-kicking-induced night of insomnia, you end up building a whole automatic hopper-driven sorting system. Once the job is done, you crash in a pregnancy-induced faux-coma for about 12 hours, waking up just in time to gorge yourself with the meal your partner made while you slept.

Trying to play a high Actions Per Minute RTS like Starcraft 2 and realizing your APM is getting worse the more pregnant you are, because your belly has reached the point of actively pushing you away from your desk and keyboard, making you reach farther and not be able to sit like you used to. At 32 weeks pregnant and 52 inches around, you decide it's time for a competitive hiatus.

Being so overdue with so many babies has landed you on bedrest. Doctor's orders. It's mind-numbingly boring, and having exhausted the entertainment options of your phone, you boot up the wii, just to see what disc is inserted. It's Wii Play. You're all but pinned to your bed by your belly, and the console is too low for you to bend over and change the disc at your size. You relent and run the game. The "Where's Waldo"-esque game is harder due to pregnancy brain, but you kind of pop off at the tank game. You end up playing it all afternoon, your babies seeming you roil round in your belly and get more excited the closer you are to winning. You tell yourself they're cheering you on, though you have to admit, the sudden flurries of kicks are distracting...

Getting belly rubs from your partner while focusing on a game. You're parked on the couch and they've slid up next to you. They've rolled up your shirt but you don't really notice. You're in the zone, laser focused, your button presses precise and calculated, contrasting with their sweeping and lackadaisical movements. They explore your baby laden belly, stopping to trace your stretchmarks and press and squeeze your pregnant curves. You're so locked in that the only thing that snaps you out of it is when they pinch and play with your belly button, a spot that's become more sensitive in this third trimester. Finally, you pause, and reciprocate some of that love and attention.

[xxdaddyjoker522xx]

When she wears her Harley Quinn Onsie with a pull up it makes Daddy very Happy. 😍❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

[diaperedkngp1n]

Shutter time with Swaddlers Size 8🚼

[gortass-romance-when]

I only think about wholesome, sweet love when it comes to princess Astarion, but for Gortash..?

[fulltum]

Quick sticky note sketch of the bratty pet mouse tiny and his greedy tummy... send suggestions and scenarios for him here!

[13eyond13]

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[dboatman09]

Pampers swaddles size 8 dry for now

[wallflowerimagines]

YOU WRITE FOR BIOSHOCK??? PLS CAN WE GET DATE HEADCANONS FOR DIANE MCCLINTOCK I CAN TREAT HER SO MUCH BETTER THAN RYAN

GOOD!!!! YOU HAVE MY BLESSING!!!!

Warnings: 18+ suggestive implications, borderline cheating? I mean it's implied cucking of Andrew Ryan as he simultaneously gets dumped over the phone because I think it's funny 🤷

Diane McClintock First Date Headcannons

First things first: Andrew Ryan is a sonofabitch

Unfortunately, he is the exact type of sonofabitch that could prey on someone like Diane McClintock.

Diane has been raised a certain way that primed her for this Trainwreck of a relationship. Women are to be seen and not heard, and to be loved is the same thing as being taken care of. Andrew Ryan, despite his emotional distance, did take care of her.

The Bastard Founder of Rapture kept her at his beck and call for physical needs, and occasionally called her so that he could rant about his problems, but their relationship was never equal. Ryan wouldn't have wanted that, but the real tragedy is that Diane didn't think she needed it.

After all, Ryan was a visionary. A great man! He was fascinating, passionate and driven, and let Diane of all people witness his thought process and listen to him. When he wasn't thinking about Rapture, he might even take her out to dinner, at at that dinner give her a full set of diamond jewelry -- tennis bracelet included, of course! -- just because it would make her eyes sparkle. Wasn't that respect? Wasn't that love?

And he was so stressed all the time, so worried about the success and the future of Rapture... All Diane had to do was be supportive. She felt silly asking for more.

(No matter how empty she felt.)

So when you come along and actually engage with her intellectually? Oh, Diane is already halfway in love with you.

She's a smart cookie, and you actually acknowledge that. When you first met her, she was busy drinking her sorrows away at some high society party. And instead of using a sleazy pick up line, or offering to get her drunker, you recognize her as Ryan's partner and start to engage with her ABOUT RAPTURE.

Not just planning and infrastructure, but the philosophy behind the city. Did she come to the city for it's libertarian ideals? What are her thoughts on objectivism? Did she think it was even reasonable to build a city under the sea?

She can't remember the last time someone engaged with her so authentically. And you're not mindlessly agreeing with every point she makes either! You actually argue with Diane if you disagree with anything she says.

AND YOU LET HER DISAGREE WITH YOU. Diane is floored. She can't remember a time when she hasn't been pressured to agree with whomever she's speaking with, even simple acquaintances. (Again FUCK ANDREW RYAN)

The more you speak with her, the more you're drawn in, and the feeling is very much mutual. You ask for her opinion on everything, and you actually take her thoughts into account.

Your motivations are your own but they all boiled down to a simple truth--Diane is a gorgeous woman and you wanted to engage with her. She was fascinating, an everyman's intellectual (meant in the most flattering way possible). She's the sort of star worth approaching.

Diane can easily pick up on your genuine interest. The best part is that not only do you see HER as a whole person, but you're also great to talk to. You're funny! Interesting! Engaging! ....And very, very cute.

By the end of the night, you've burrowed into her brain. Diane is determined to see you again.

Despite the looming specter of Andrew Ryan hovering over you both, she asks you to dinner. Not a Date but... A "Talk".

A talk is innocent enough! Why not?

Your "Talk" is quite simple: a few days later, in a small booth at the back of a mid-tier restaurant where the two of you have enough privacy to speak about whatever crosses your mind.

However, when you show up, Diane is already there... Absolutely Dressed. To. Kill.

Something makes her want to really impress you, and not JUST with what she has to say. So when she tugs you down into the booth and starts chatting with you excitedly, she's also trying to get your every aspect of your focus.

Diane knows how to look her best, what angles of light flatter her features the most, and just the right movements that draw attention to just the right places.

When you look down, she crosses and uncrosses her legs, the slit of her dress separating in the most tantalizing way. She draws your attention to her lips, tilts her head to expose the column of her throat, gestures her fingers in such a way that forces your gaze to follow her neckline and keep going...

And as intellectual as you are, and as much as you might have been drawn in by her opinions... it's, uh, REALLY hard to be immune to that kind of attention.

(To a woman who wants to be heard just as much as she wants to be wanted, your flustered gaze and distracted rambling is everything she hoped it would be ❤️)

At the end of the night, Diane's heartbeat is loud enough that she can hear it in her ears. She's not a love at first sight kind of gal, but she is a big believer in The Spark of Chemistry going on between you both.

It's already a better start than any relationship she's ever had before.

It's not that hard for her to convince you to head back to her penthouse for a nightcap, and from there the conversation continues, toeing the line into addressing the palpable tension between you.

With you beside her on her settee, Diane talks to you honestly about her present and future, about giving up a life of comfort, about how Andrew defined freedom and how trapped she felt within that narrative... and she wonders at the stab of pain in her chest at the understanding smile on your face as you get up and offer to leave.

Diane pulls you back down into a searing kiss that has you borderline delirious. Her choice is obvious. You are NOT complaining. 💖

...And then her private phone rings. The exclusive line. Ryan.

Unhooking the phone, Diane puts a finger to her lips with a grin, and you match her mischief immediately, moving your attention elsewhere.

You're pressing kisses into her neck, marking up her skin with teeth and tongue and moving down, down, down as Diane breathlessly twirls the phone cord in her free hand.

"Andrew? What a coincidence, I was just about to ring you," She lets out a giggling sigh as your hand slides up her thigh, bunching her dress just above her waist, "We need to talk..."