#powdered and diapered

[abdlgenius]

ready for my day! so… do we think these look like boxers? 🙈🍼☁️

[doyouknowthemossinman]

look i'm only listening to ttpd because my beloved troy hthaze is and i value his producer insight

[padded-daydreams]

is it ok that when i wear my diaps, i also imagine my comfort character cgs putting them on me and just like, gently rubbing my diapie or putting their hand there bc it makes me feel so extra safe?🥺 i feel kind of guilty and embarrassed bc i don't want ppl to think it's yucky or bad but it's innocent and just makes me feel extra protected, that part of me is scary bc of medical stuff/past experiences and bc i'm very asexual, and so it's just like double comfort and protection🥺 that's not bad is it?😢 i'm rlly embarrassed to ask but i've just been feeling scared that it's bad😭

Yes, it is ok. It's comforting to be patted or held like a baby. There's nothing wrong with finding comfort in this.

[little-princess-mckayla]

Do you just use powder or do you use oil/lotions

Powder all the time. Lotion sometimes after a shower or bath.

[luckycheesecakecowboy]

Please can you send mommy a direct text message please 🙏🥺

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ── Jjk Men in their -real- Daddy era. (Am I secretly having a baby fever LMAOO)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ── fluffy stuff, pure wholesomeness and affectionate dads.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

It's safe to say that sometimes you're raising two babies - only one of them is a big buff pouty one.

Daddy Toji sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, leaving you both sleeping in your shared bedroom and then slowly closes the door. He promised himself he'd only take one *unnoticeable* spoon of your newborn's baby formula but ends up stuffing his face with the forbidden powder in the heat of the moment. He tries his best to hide his tracks by shoving the tin somewhere far in the cupboard.

He *oddly* always makes sure to be the one preparing his baby's bottle the next day - 'Oh darling, don'tcha move a muscle...I'll be right back with our baby's breakfast!'

You smile and raise a brow, already suspecting something. Daddy Toji is not much of a morning person. much less when it comes to baby chores...

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo is always there whenever you change your baby's diaper. He keeps laughing and giggling like a 6 year old, curiously learning from his baby momma how to take care of his little child. His sky blue eyes are staring at your skilled hands, handling your precious little one with infinte care. He keeps smiling in awe, chuckling every time your baby farts and making the funniest faces just to make them giggle.

He takes a million pictures of his baby every day; we're talking his whole camera roll is just his baby's face, cutesy hands, tiny feet, smiling, eating, sleeping on daddy's chest, drooling on his shoulder...the list never ends.

His baby looks so smol when he holds it in his huge hands. He has to bend all the way down just so he could pick them up cause obviously my dude is the tallest man ever.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

He'd take full care of your newborn just to see you rest and relax. He told you to teach him everything he needs to know so that he'd be perfectly fit for his new -and best ever- occupation; your baby father. He's got however only one pet peeve; getting his little one to burp after feeding them.

The reason? He was doing it once, holding the baby while gently patting its back...until he suddenly felt a warm liquid slithering down his shirt - the expensive one you dearly gifted him on your wedding anniversary- and to his surprise it was none other than his little one's vomit dripping down his shoulder...

Now he makes sure you hold a napkin behind him whenever he does it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

He's by far the chillest Daddy EVER. Carries his little one whenever he goes. Gets super jealous when your baby starts calling for you, or wants you to hold them instead of him. He's determined to make them say 'daddy' first, but deep down knows it'd melt his heart when he sees the little version of him utter mommy's name for the first time.

Staying awake at night putting his baby to sleep just so you can get your full nightly rest is something he'd never miss out on. He hates seeing you tired or sleepy and puts both of your needs before anything else.

Daddy Geto is always calm and smiley, no matter how much mess his baby makes or how long it'd take for him to clean it up - sometimes makes you seriously wonder how he manages to be so damn chill all the time.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

For a husband twice your size with four arms and eyes he sure should take most care of your little offspring - He does tbf - His baby is always laying somewhere on his body or at least near him; sleeping against his chest, nibbling on his thumb, drooling on the side of his shoulder or sitting on his huge lap.

He's got a 6th sense whenever it comes to his baby being hungry, thirsty, sleepy or needing anything at all. Instantly knows the reason why his little one is crying and most of the time is very quick to make them happy again.

Absolutely hates poopie smell and calls them a brat whenever he senses their diaper getting heavier. 'Aggh you little runt!' You can't help laughing at him getting overwhelmed with such a tiny thing and start teasing him over it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

There's nothing that Yuuta loves more than children. He has always wanted to have kids and couldn't wait to create his very first and own one with you. He's in LOVE with seeing you taking care of them; almost admiring every move and every word you say. He smiles like an idiot whenever he sees you holding your baby, breastfeeding them, playing with them or even laying next to them.

His favorite game is to hide somewhere in the house and let his little one look for him. He does it so suddenly and quickly, leaving them puzzled with big round eyes - comes out of his hideaway when they start sobbing and laughs at their little red nose and pouty cheeks.

'Aww why is my little cupcake cryiiing?...Daddy's right here!'

[padded-daydreams]

im new to wearing diapers have you ever had issues with rashes?

No.

Use baby powder regardless.

Change when wet when you want to.

Change when messy immediately.

I’ve never had issues with rashes at all.

Seen some posts about shaving down there. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just make sure you clean up properly.

[diapereddoe]

Look between your legs sweetie, what do you see? Do you see lacy lingerie? Do you see anything a grown up would desire? No. Between your legs you look like a baby. There is a bulging diaper poking out underneath your onesie. You smell like a baby. A mixture of lotion, baby powder, and pee pee. You sound like a baby. The loud crinkle with every movement you make. Between your legs is nothing short of laughable. Your infantile crotch is a reflection of the rest of you. You’re an adult baby. The sooner you realize you are no longer an object of anyone’s desire the sooner you will get used to a life of denial and frustration.

[motomamita]

singledad!eddie × female!reader

warnings: smut, +18, breeding kink, no condom, use of alcohol, dub-con!!

Part. 2

Singledad!Eddie who tries his best to be a good single dad. He takes his little baby to his job at the record store, where he spends several hours a day to earn a salary high enough to buy diapers and powdered milk.

Until one afternoon you saw him in the trailer park with his baby and you couldn't help but come over to admire the little girl. You bent down to pick it up, neglecting yourself and quickly flashing your boobs at Eddie, who from that moment on didn't stop thinking about you.

You kindly offered to take care of his baby on the afternoons when Eddie worked overtime at work. You really loved babies and you imagined that Eddie was really exhausted considering he was a single father. At first he denied, not wanting to take advantage of your good intentions, but when you insisted that it wasn't a problem while looking at him with your bright eyes, he couldn't help but say yes.

After work, Eddie would knock on the door of your trailer to look for his little baby who was babbling with excitement when she saw him and you couldn't stop telling him how well she had behaved. As the days went by, you invited him into your trailer and served him a nice plate of warm food for dinner while you fed his baby with a warm feeding bottle. That drove Eddie even more crazy, who began to fantasize about the idea of ​​having a small family with you and that it would become a routine. For that, he had to get you pregnant.

From then on, Eddie took advantage of every slightest excuse to see you and have you close to him. Did he need help putting his baby on a diaper? He was knocking on your door. Did he need help making a bottle of warm milk? He was knocking on your door. Did he need help giving his baby a cute hairstyle? He was knocking on your door.

Until one night, his baby wouldn't stop crying and he went straight to look for you.

"Little Lily doesn't want to go to sleep.." He explained, holding the little baby who couldn't stop crying while you entered his trailer. "I already gave her a bottle and even changed her diapers but I don't know what's going on!" He explained with exaggerated concern.

Your heart clenched as you heard the girl crying and how tired Eddie looked. "Oh! Poor little girl!" You murmured, approaching them and rubbing the little girl's back. "Do you have her pacifier handy?" you asked looking around his trailer.

"It is in her crib." He spoke remembering where he had left it.

You grabbed the little baby who rushed towards you, used to your scent and your secure hold. Eddie walked to the end of his trailer and you followed behind him, even with Lily crying intensely. The room was divided with pastel colors and bright toys on one side (obviously the baby's side), and a darker setting with rock posters on the other (Eddie's side).

"Here it is!" He exclaimed, approaching you and delicately placing the pacifier in the girl's mouth. Lily immediately stopped crying and began to suck on the light pink pacifier.

"That was what she needed" You smiled as you wiped the little girl's tears with one of your hands.

You both left the girl in the crib and half closed the door in case she cried again. Eddie walked you to the living room and bought you a beer, hoping that you would stay with him a little longer. You shared several beers until you were quite drunk and he was efficiently horny to take a step forward with you.

The kisses and caresses increased to the point where he had you naked under him in the mating press position. The summer heat made both of your bodies wet and his cum-filled balls slapped loudly against your butt. His thrusts were short but strong, giving you a rush of pleasure every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix, wanting to make you pregnant.

"Shit, baby.. You're so tight and wet, I bet you love fucking the single dad, huh?" his voice was agitated and low enough not to wake little Lily. You tried to respond but no coherent words came out of your mouth, only moans cut off by his aggressive thrusts.

Eddie took your hands and brought them above your head, immobilizing you almost completely. "I'm going to fuck you until your legs stop working- and you have to stay here with me forever.." He pressed your foreheads together, feeling his breath on your face. "...I'm going to make you my wife and you'll be here when I get home from work, in your slutty dresses, holding Lily in your arms... and with your stomach inflated with my baby inside you" you moaned loudly when you heard him and your legs took him. They hugged his waist tightly, bringing him closer to you.

Eddie used his free hand and brought it to your clit, massaging it vigorously and feeling how your walls enveloped his fat cock. "Keep your voice down, mommy, we don't want Lily to wake up before i get you pregnant..." he murmured and then silenced you with a rough, wet kiss.

"You're going to give me a beautiful baby, a little brother for my Lily..." at this point you could only nod your head like a fool, dazed by the pleasure and all the information. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside you and you're going to carry my baby with you..!"

After that meeting, both of you continued with your routines but without talking about what had happened, until one day you were the one who knocked on his door. In your left arm you held Lily and in your right hand you had a pregnancy test. Positive.

[regressionschool]

A Quiet Afternoon at Home

The sun streamed through the window of the cozy living room, bathing the space in warm, golden light. Kim sat perched in her highchair, legs swinging idly in the air, her bunny-covered footie pajamas crinkling softly with every move. A large pink bib, embroidered with "Daddy's Little Angel," hung around her neck, slightly smeared with the remnants of mashed bananas from her lunch.

Her expression was one of mild distraction, lips pursed around her thumb, eyes fixed on the colorful cartoons playing on the TV. But the occasional wiggle of her bottom betrayed something else entirely—an unconscious habit born of her complete lack of control. Her diaper, already swollen from the morning, gave a faint squish as she shifted in place, unaware of the telltale signs of what had just happened.

“Kimmy,” called a warm, sing-song voice from the kitchen. It was Sarah, her caretaker, carrying a sippy cup filled with apple juice. She approached with a practiced patience, as if dealing with a little one who had long accepted her place. “Did you make another present for me?”

Kim blinked at her, thumb slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. Her cheeks flushed pink, a mix of embarrassment and resignation crossing her face. She didn’t need to answer; the sagging weight of her diaper said it all. Sarah gave her a knowing smile, setting the sippy cup down on the tray of the highchair.

“Aww, it’s okay, sweetie,” Sarah cooed, reaching over to tousle Kim’s blonde hair, now tied into two childish pigtails. “That’s what your diapers are for, isn’t it? You tried to hold it, didn’t you?”

Kim nodded faintly, her lower lip quivering. “I-I felt it, but…” She trailed off, glancing down at her lap, where her hands nervously fidgeted with the edge of her pajama sleeves. “It just… happened.”

“It always does, baby,” Sarah said softly, crouching down so she was at eye level. “You’re just not big enough to make it to the potty, are you?”

Kim bit her lip, tears threatening to spill. She didn’t protest, didn’t argue, because deep down she knew Sarah was right. She’d been through regression school, where every ounce of her adult independence had been carefully stripped away, replaced with the routines and instincts of a toddler who might think about potty training but could never follow through. The smallest flutter in her tummy was always too late, her body betraying her before she even realized it was happening.

Sarah leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Kim’s forehead. “No tears, sweetheart. Mommy’s here to keep you dry and happy. Well… maybe not dry,” she teased with a light chuckle. “But happy, for sure.”

Kim managed a small smile, the corners of her lips twitching upward despite herself. She clung to the comforting reassurance in Sarah’s voice, even as her soggy diaper grew cold and clammy against her skin. This was her normal now—no responsibility, no expectations beyond simply being the little girl she’d been molded into.

“Now,” Sarah said, lifting Kim from the highchair with ease, her arms cradling her protectively. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into a nice fresh diaper, okay? Then maybe we’ll do some coloring. Or would my little princess like to play tea party instead?”

Kim wrapped her arms around Sarah’s neck, resting her head on her caretaker’s shoulder. She didn’t answer right away, simply snuggling closer as Sarah carried her to the nursery. The familiar scent of baby powder and plush toys greeted them as they entered, the pastel pink walls and crib a constant reminder of just how far Kim had regressed.

As Sarah laid her down on the changing table, Kim let out a small sigh, her thumb creeping back into her mouth. She didn’t fight it, didn’t squirm. There was no point. Her future was as padded and protected as the diapers she’d never leave behind.

For Kim, this was forever. She’d always be the toddler stuck on the cusp of potty training but never quite making it. And, as Sarah lovingly taped up a fresh, crinkly diaper around her waist, Kim couldn’t deny the tiniest spark of comfort in that reality.

[babywriter]

“Yeaaah, look at my butt.” 

Sofia wiggled her padded behind in your face. The wetness indicator had completely turned blue and the diaper was sagging and discolored. God knows how many times she had wet herself up to that point. You, meanwhile, were sitting on the floor, looking up at this flirtatious half-woman, half-diaper girl.

“I know you like it.”

Of course, she did. You weren’t hiding your erection. Your own diaper had a very clear bulge in the front. 

“Come on, baby. I can’t be the only one who has accidents.”

Her diaper was in your face. The crinkly plastic backing brushed your nose sometimes. It was wet and soggy. It smelled of urine and baby powder. Intermittently, she pressed her butt in your face. The diaper mushed against you and covered your face. Then she went forward, giving you space to breathe. Then pressed her wet diaper against your face again. The wiggled up to down, left to right, you felt every single one of her movement. Suddenly, she stopped moving. The warm diaper became warmer. 

“Uh oh.”

When she was done, she turned around. You looked sheepishly down at your crotch. The bulge was getting smaller. When it disappeared, a stream was heard and your own wetness indicator was turning blue.

“You do have a way of making me feel sexy.”

Photo credit: @babypeachy-16

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:17 pm]

(cw: “ass”, parents!au, parental stress)

You felt like you were going absolutely crazy. You hadn’t had longer than 4 hours of sleep in weeks. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a proper shower, you’re pretty sure you had 3-day-old baby sick on your shirt, and the house was a mess.

There were mountains of laundry to be done, piles of dishes that kept growing, the trash was overflowing. The state of your home reflected how you felt. And it wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t Jaehyun’s. It was a joint feeling of feeling like there weren’t enough hours in a day mixed with the overwhelming stress of having a colicky baby.

Your poor daughter, for days she had been crying and crying for no apparent reason. She was just a few months old, but her fits of distress were worse than normal baby cries. She had no fever, she was kept fed, her diapers were kept clean, there were no signs of teething. She just didn’t feel good and it broke your heart to see her in distress.

Jaehyun was out right now, on a mission to finally find a formula that would sit well with her in case it was the formula that was making her uncomfortable. You were trying your best to quickly throw a load in the washer while her tiny sniffles calmed down in her bouncer.

It had been 6 minutes since she had last let out a cry, 3 minutes since you set her down, and you were going to use this time to your advantage. You couldn’t handle the mess of the home on top of being overwhelmed with your crying baby.

You shut the washer, hitting start and immediately heard her poor cries, deep and throaty. She was wailing. Her tiny face was scrunched up and red. You cradled her, rocking her as you walked up and down the halls of your home. You shushed her to try to calm her, pat her bottom, swayed back and forth, and still her cries persisted.

You looked down at her, feeling helpless as you finally sat on the couch and let tears fill your eyes. You felt useless. You had tried everything to help her feel better, her pediatrician said there was no apparent cause for her discomfort, you had tried 4 different formulas, you tried various pacifiers, white noise machines, everything. The only other option was letting her cry alone in her crib, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her alone in such a state.

You kept her cradled closely to your chest as you cried, hot tears falling down your cheeks. Tears of frustration and your own distress. It felt like this stage was never going to end. It had been days of having a baby attached at your side or Jaehyun’s. Neither of you could be too far from her.

Jaehyun opened the door, kicking off his shoes, and immediately went to the kitchen ready to make a bottle for his daughter in the hopes that she would soon feel better. Her tiny cries broke his heart as he expertly made her bottle, warm water, a scoop of powder, mix. Before he left he grabbed a plastic syringe and filled it with gripe water, before finally making his way toward the cries of his daughter.

But he stopped upon seeing your overwhelmed face. “Honey, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, taking the baby into his arms while he cupped your cheek with his free hand.

You shook your head, wiping your cheeks, “I can’t help her! She just keeps crying! The house is a mess, I’m a mess, I’m tired, I’m hungry, I stink, I feel like I’m going crazy, but I can’t rest until I know she’s okay.”

Jaehyun felt his heart break, he knew the feeling, he nodded thinking quickly on his feet, “you go take a bath or a shower. Take all the time you want, let me handle her, alright?”

“I can’t leave you alone-”

Jaehyun interrupted you, “you can and you will. You let me sleep in this morning and now I get to help you. I have more energy to deal with her. I got her a fancy ass organic formula, I have gripe water, I got this. We got this, honey. Go.”

You nod, pressing a loving, grateful kiss to his cheek as you leave the living room, hesitating because the baby continues to cry. Jaehyun shoos you away, finally turning to his daughter her had calmed down just a fraction. He gives her the gripe water, giving her the new formula as he hopes and prays that this will soothe her and get her through this colicky phase.

Her small sniffles calm down, tears no longer streaming down her small face, but he swipes away the streaks anyway. She drinks eagerly, her eyes drooping shut very slowly. The bottle is nearly empty as she finally falls asleep and the suckles on the bottle stop. Jaehyun props her onto his shoulder as he pats her back to burp her.

You come back out, hair wet and dressed in fresh clothes. You look so much more refreshed and alive. Jaehyun smiles at you softly as you settle beside him and lay your head on his free shoulder. Seeing you look worlds calmer than just minutes ago and the familiar sweet smell of your body wash, eased his stress and worries. He knows his family is alright, everything will be alright.

You stare adoringly at the two people you love most in the world, “thank you. I could never do this without you. And I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, my love. You knew I freaked out yesterday and let me rest some more. We’re a team, we have to have each other’s backs for little miss over here. Do you feel better?” He asks you in a low voice.

“Much better. I folded a load of laundry so now you have some clean t-shirts and my shower was great. Thank you, honey.”

“Don’t thank me, I’m doing the bare minimum,” he stops his pattern of patting and rubbing his daughters back as she finally burps, “there we go.”

Jaehyun carefully sets her down in her bouncer and turns to you, whispering, “you take out the trash and I’ll start loading the dishwasher.”

You give him a mock salute, pressing a peck to his lips before heading to the kitchen. He turns to his daughter and watches her chest rise and fall for a few moments before heading off to the kitchen behind you.

That night you and Jaehyun are finally able to sleep through the night, your daughter sleeps peacefully in her bassinet. All thanks to that organic formula that costs more than a meal for the two of you.

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