#silicone pacifiers

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[littlebennie]

The Durable Silicone Pacifier Case is a must-have for busy parents. Designed to protect pacifiers from dust and damage, this lightweight and flexible case is both practical and stylish. Its durable silicone material makes it easy to clean, while the built-in strap allows for easy attachment to bags, making it perfect for travel or daily use.

[httpsserene]

I have been having SUCH a thought since the Thigh Riding, and I NEED to tell you.

We know reader has been loving Max and Charles’ thighs, but have you seen those silicone thigh toys? They’re basically ridged pads you strap to your thigh and…well you can guess what they do with them.

I just- I feel like it would elevate it, their sweet girl opening up to the world of toys whilst in the comfort of something she loved.

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 | 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 | 𝐄𝐱𝐭��𝐚 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞: 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞

summary: all my (terrified and oversensitive) homies hate vibrators!! max and charles introduce you to something better.  content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. vibrators. thigh riding. sex toys. non-penetrative sex. edging. praise kink. corruption kink. dom/sub undertones. coming untouched. sub!charles. sub!reader. dom!max. pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc x fem!black!reader word count: 2.4k words.

author’s notes: this is from december 2023, jesus christ. about fucking time right, @vetteltea? this has been haunting me in my sleep ever since this hit my inbox, now it’s y’all’s problem too < 333 psss, next post will either be toasty part two (toto) or a smau xxx

(if you’re unsure about what these specific thigh toys are, don’t worry, i would link an example but idk if that would get me put in tblr jail and i’m on thin ice with my mentions, tags, and even dms not working :| look up “grinding pad sex toy” to get an idea of what i’m referencing in this fic. )

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You’ve deeply repressed the memory of your orgasm-deprived outburst that kick started your sexual exploration with Max and Charles. Vaguely, you can remember saying that you possibly considered the thought of buying a vibrator to get yourself off since riding your pillow wasn’t enough anymore.

[…you’ve become depraved enough to consider buying a vibrator, but all packages delivered to this apartment have to be approved by max or charles to be sent up, and you’re definitely not bold enough to go out and buy one (and risk being seen by one of their fans or have to physically talk to someone to buy one)...]

[…you seem to have missed the fact that you sent their minds reeling and continue venting, “i don’t know what to do, maxy!  i’ve been doing the same thing, and it’s NEVER failed me before. it’s cruel that it stopped working when you guys left me for more than a month! no matter how i did it–if i did the exact same things i’ve always been doing, or tried something new, nothing worked! i was literally just considering buying a fucking vibrator! a vibrator, charles, i’d rather run naked in the street than buy that online and have to put in this delivery address–”

charles gently presses finger against your mouth, shushing you. he pulls you into a deep hug, rubbing a hand up and down the length of your back , the motion pacifying you. he hums, and it vibrates through his chest to yours, “mmm, we’re home now, mon ange. there’s no need to run in the streets naked–” “definitely not,” max jumps in, reacting possessively at the implication of other people seeing you undressed. charles rolls his eyes and continues (like he’s not just as jealous as max), “or buy a vibrator. i know it must be so frustrating…”]

Charles was right. You didn’t have to go streaking or buy a sex toy to get off, your boyfriends took care of you. That night, you were satisfied by riding Max’s thigh. Then a few days later, you learned how to pleasure your men with handjobs. A couple of days after that you were fingerfucked into an altered mental state, then followed up with watching Charles cum untouched as Max ate him out. You had Max’s mouth on you next and weeks later in a Spanish villa, you allowed them to take your virginity.

The five days you three spent in that villa were filled with pleasure, as Max and Charles fulfilled every request of yours without question. In bed, on the sofa, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the hot tub to the bathroom shower, horizontally, vertically, parabolically, from dusk to dawn—the two years of relationship you had without sexual intimacy had been put to rest. The understanding, the vulnerability, and the trust rooted within everyone had led to that moment. It was worth it.

So, one would understand your confusion when Max drops the idea of sex toys in conversation with you and Charles on a random morning. With an audible noise of confusion, you tilt your head up at him adorably, and genuinely question, “Why would I use a toy when I have you two?” Your tummy tightened when that sentence caused Charles to look at you with dripping molten eyes and Max’s mumbled grumble about corrupting your innocence goes unheard. Minutes later, you were bent over the kitchen island, the skirt of your sundress shoved up around your waist, and your white panties dangling off of one ankle as they took turns eating you out. Needless to say, you forgot about the subject of conversation the moment they knocked your legs open.

Eventually, they do manage to have a chat about toys without it devolving into sex. 

“Schat,” Max grabbed your attention, the clink of his silverware resting on his plate further interrupted your focus on spinning pasta onto your fork.

“Yes, Maxy?” you responded, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“After this discussion, we will never bring this up again if you are adamantly against the idea,” you brought your fork to your lips, munching away with a look of puzzlement, the Dutchman continued, “But, Charlie and I were talking…and we think, that—with your approval, of course—that there’s a chance you may enjoy experiencing and learning about sex toys, and how good they can make you feel. As long as either one of us is using them on you—and, with your hatred of them—they’re also not vibrators.”

You choked on your pasta, Charles making a noise of surprise as he rushed forward to pat you on the back.

Airways now cleared, you looked at Max with watery eyes, “There was not enough foreshadowing to let me know where the conversation was going. And, fuck vibrators. They are way too strong.”

The Monegasque’s eyes brightened with humor, “Hm. I think vibrators are nice, especially when they’re in Max’s hand.”

“You’re a menace and a freak,” the older man responded, “And she’s chronically sensitive. Don’t tease.”

Charles tugged at one of your curls, chuckling as he saw the brown skin of your cheeks redden.

“I mean,” you paused to play fight with your boyfriend, batting his hand from your hair cutely, “You guys haven’t been wrong with anything you’ve introduced me to. If you think that I might enjoy something…I guess I can try it. And, you’ll stop if I tell you to, right?”

“Always, mon ange.” “Of course, liefje.”

“Okay, then. I just don’t think there’s a toy that I’ll like?”

A smirk spread across Max’s lips when he glanced over at Charles, like they knew something you didn’t. His blue eyes were alight with humor as they looked back at you, “Let us worry about that.”

You did such a good job of letting your boyfriends “worry about sex toys” that you ended up forgetting the conversation happened. Until tonight, when you walked into your bedroom to see Charles on the bed completely naked, save for—what appears to be, a pink silicone pad strapped around his tanned, muscular thigh.

You freeze in the doorway, mouth parted, struggling to process the sight in front of you. The brunette is ruined. His hair is damp with sweat, strands of curls stuck to his forehead, and green eyes moist with dried tear tracks painting the ruddiness of his cheeks. His lips are bitten red, swollen, and moist with his spit—Max’s too. The bruises start on his collarbone, deep red marks brush along his clavicle and pecs, and there are visible imprints of teeth around his right nipple. Traces of Max’s unforgiving grip are painted on his waist, thumbprints obvious to your eyes. His cock looks painful; burning red, twitching randomly, the vein on his underside raised, and precome has been leaking out of his tip for a while if the puddle by the base is any telling. 

Employing his skill for perfect timing, the en-suite door opens, and Max steps into the room with a bottle of lube in his hand. 

“Charlie?” Max coos, walking over to the delirious man, pouting sympathetically when the brunette’s head falls forward to rest on his hip, ruffling his hair and scratching along his scalp. “Aren’t you going to thank our pretty girl for putting an end to your torture?”

“–rci, merci,” the exhausted man mumbles messily. Max hums in content, dropping the lube on the bed and gesturing for you to come closer. Tripping over your feet in haste to follow his order, you ask softly, “How long have you had him like this?”

“Around forty-five minutes,” Max shrugs, dismissively, “He was getting too excited as we waited for you to join us.”

Swallowing shakily, you inquire, “Excited about what?

“Your new sex toy.” 

You gasp and Max’s eyes flutter across your face as he gages your reaction. Max sees you shift on your feet and casts look downward; your thighs are pressed together for friction—you’re aroused.

“Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, Max.”

The Dutchman smiles at you, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, and leans forward to press a multitude of chaste kisses on your lips, laughing lowly when you whine with displeasure as he ignores your attempts to deepen them. “You’re being so brave for me. Take your clothes off, pretty girl.”

Bare in the blink of an eye, you look at your older boyfriend for his next direction.

“Our Charlie,” Max starts, helping the fucked-out man sit up straight, “Has been so kind to volunteer his thigh to you. Strapped around it,” he pauses to slap his hand down beneath the toy, smirking at Charles’ delayed yelp, and squeezing the meat of his muscle warmly, “Is a ridged silicone pad designed to simulate the vulva and clit as you grind. The waves and spikes of silicone are malleable and soft,” Max drags his finger across them demonstratively, “and are smooth and bouncy as you slide across it, allowing for a continuous rubbing sensation—I did my research.”

Giggling nervously as your eyes flicker between Charles’ cock and the daunting pink slab of plastic, “I can tell. Um—I just ride it like it’s his thigh?”

Max nods and offers you his hand for stability as you move to straddle the pad. Charles blinks, raising trembling hands to rest on your hips, staring at you with hazy eyes. You sigh, tangling your hand in the nape of his hair and using it to pull him forward into a kiss. His lips are clumsy but eager as they move against yours, whimpers muffled into your mouth and beard scratching along your chin. He tries to tug you downwards to have you firmly sit on the pad but is halted by Max.

“Greedy, both of you,” Max snorts, picking up the forgotten bottle of lube and uncapping it to lightly drizzle some on the toy's surface, “I know you get wetter than the ocean but, better safe than sorry.”

He pats you on the ass in encouragement, and you shake your head with shame as you lower yourself down on the silicone, draping your arms around Charles’ shoulders and pausing to acquaint yourself with the new feeling. The chill of the lube startles you but aside from that, the toy is…comfortable. The raised hump sits perfectly against the curvature of your cunt and already, you’re anticipating the focused stimulation it will provide. 

Max sits behind Charles and the bed sinks under his weight, barely jostling the Monegasque’s thigh. However, it’s enough of a movement that it causes one of the soft spikes to clip your clit, pushing a quiet noise of surprise from your lips.

“Oh,” you murmur airily.

Trying to hide the quirk of his lips, Max leans forward to whisper directly into Charles’ ear, “This seems awfully familiar to the first time she rode my thigh, no?”

You whimper audibly, knowing that he purposefully spoke loud enough for you to hear his words. Refusing to fixate on Charles’ reply, you circle your hips, breath catching as the various textures set your nerves ablaze. You understand that Max added the lube to prevent any unwanted roughness—it’s rendered unnecessary as your arousal starts to leak. Digging your nails into the younger man’s back, you rock your hips back and forth slowly, moaning freely as the waves are a consistent friction against your labia. 

“It’s–fuck—i-it’s good.”

“Stuttering already,” Max tuts, and you feel the heat in your cheeks radiate down to your bouncing chest. Your rhythm roughens; dragging yourself along the toys in desperation, toes curling at every random press of the spikes against your outer lips and clit. Charles gasps in relief, your quickened pace causing his cock to bounce and rub against his abdomen in his puddle of precome. He gets lucky on every few grinds when you undulate forwards and his cock bounces to glide against your navel. His hands grip firmly around your hips and shove them into a jerkier motion, keeping you close to him so his reddened length can be soothed against your skin constantly. 

The change in angle and position has caused the spikes to form a barrage around your clit and the waves drag over your entrance, teasing you with the feeling of being opened up. Dropping your head to hide your face in Charles’ neck, you muffle your pitchy moans and shrieks by tasting the sweat beading on his skin.

“I’m jealous, schatje,” Max speaks, “I almost want to pull her off of your thigh and have her sit on my face.”

Fresh tears spill from Charles’ eyes as he begs, “N-no-no—mmmph—please, ‘m close.”

Your hips start to rabbit against the toy, and the texture between your legs is overwhelming but too pleasurable to consider slowing. 

Max yanks Charles’ head backward with a fist in his hair, “Do you want to cum, Charlie?”

The man in question babbles incoherently, chest trembling from lack of oxygen as he continues to sob; he tries to nod, but can’t, thanks to Max’s firm grip. The burning of his scalp doesn’t subdue him, it encourages him to keep tugging so the pain floods endorphins through his body. 

“You know what to say,” Max states calmly, the words sending shivers down your spine. Your own body starts to tingle as you taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue; you’re too delighted at the new sensations to let any embarrassment build from reaching the edge quickly.

Charles struggles to get his tongue, lips, and vocal cords to cooperate. You see a frantic look light in his eyes, sure he’s trying to puzzle out what language he’s sane enough to communicate in. He manages to verbalize sounds that could be likened to Max’s name if you brush past his whimpers and cries.

“Plea–,” Charles tries to push the word out pitifully, “—ah, sss'il te pla—” his cock bumps against your navel, and his words cut off, eyes rolling back before he can finish begging.

A humorous laugh leaves Max; this is the easiest way Max has ever made the younger man lose his speech. He softens, and gives into the pillow prince, “You did so good, Charlie. You tried your hardest for me, yeah? You begged so prettily tonight, almost as pretty as you look. Such a good boy, Charles. You can cum.”

Strikingly, the approval works for both you and Charles. Twin cries of pleasure erupt as your orgasms blur your vision and burn through your muscles. The feeling of Charles’s cum splattering against your stomach sends another burst of light through your skin as you continue to grind fitfully on the silicone pad. A lake of wetness puddled on the poor man’s thigh, that squelches as you move. 

Charles is rendered silent as his cock continues to pulse even when the flow of his release ceases. Max brings his hand down to squeeze at his base and Charles releases a choppy scream as it pushes another couple of ribbons out of him. His hips thrust upwards with every string, forcing hisses of over sensitivity to slip from you as it drags the soaked pad against your cunt. You would happily crawl off his thigh, but you haven’t regained feeling in your legs yet. 

Thankfully, Charles deflates back into Max, his cock finally softening and slowly losing some of its flush. Tears start to leak from his eyes again, his chest shuddering through little sobs. You whimper softly at his tears and Max pulls you both to rest comfortably in the bed, as he shushes you two through the comedown. When the tears, shivers, and shakes halt, a pleased tilt of lips rises to Charles's face as his eyes dance between you and Max. 

The Dutchman unclips the toy from Charles’s thigh and smirks at the wet peeling noise that sounds.

“So…I assume this toy has your approval?”

© httpsserene2023

[diyjewelry013]

Turtle Silicone Beads bulk For Jewelry Making DIY Pacifier Chain Necklace Jewelry Accessories

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🩷How to paci pt. 1🩷

°×~.This post will be all about purchasing pacis, how to do it, how to pick the right kind, recommendations for shops, tips on what to look out for and terminology.~×°

Step 1. Terminology

Paci- adult pacifier. Teet- the mouthpiece

Centerpiece- a charm or image on the button of the pacifier

Gen 1/2 etc.- refers to the shape of the paci

Base- used with deco pacis to refer to kind of paci that will be decorated

Custom- a decorated pacifier made just for you

Deco level- how heavily the pacifier will be decorated

2. How to pick the right kind

°×~.There are lots of things to watch out for when choosing your pacifier, from shape to color to mouthpiece and brand. I explained all of the common ones here.~×°

Gen 1- these pacis are the ones you can see on top in the image with terminology, they have a comfortable sensory input and are the most common shape, you can get them almost anywhere and they are often the cheapest option, they can come in lots of colors and with a lot of teets

Gen 2- these pacifiers look a little like bones, and come in quite a few colors but not as many as gen 1 and they come exclusively with the clear teets

Gen 3- these pacifiers look a lot like classic mam pacifiers and come in quite a few colors but they are only sold by little for big which makes me recommend not to purchase them as to not support this brand

Bear bases- these bear shaped bases from land of genie are adorable, they have a great sensory input just like the others and come with a clear teet but only a selection of colors, plus they are very accessible as they can be found on Amazon

Butterfly bases- these bases are similar to hen 1 pacia but the little holes at the top of the shield resemble fairy/butterfly wings, they are also from land of genie and come with a clear teet

Moon bases- these bases from land of genie are some of my favorites, they come with a clear teet and resemble gen 3 bases but with a handle

Baby your doll bases- these round vintage looking bases are beautiful and come with a long beige silicone teet, they are exclusively sold by baby your doll and really comfortable

Silicone bear paci- this is a full silicone paco sold by baby your doll which comes in a few colors, has the same length mouth piece as the round ones and the "shield" part resembles bear

Round bases- these bases are the dupe version of the baby your doll pacifiers and visually very similar for the small detail of having 3 holes except 4 and some plastic dots on the handle, they also come with a different teet which is a lot shorter than the usual one

Smile pop bases- these bases look a little like a version of the gen 1 if it was drawn from memory and is super cute and very comfortable, they can be bought from smile pop or over resellers and come with a clear teet in a range of colors

No handle bases- these bases are sold by the same company as the smile pop bases and the same resellers, they come in the same colors and with a clear teet, they have a very unique shape and are very comfortable

Heart hole bases- these pacis look similar to grn 1 bases with a bigger button and heart shaped holes, they are very cute and comfortable and come with a clear teet which is different in shape to the normal clear ones, it doesn't deflate in these bases and is longer, they come in a range of colors and are sold by cutie plus you

Butterfly bases 2- these bases look like very classic baby pacifiers sized up, I have yet to try them but they come with lots of colors and prints and are very pretty and come with the same teet

Small shield bases 1- these bases resemble classic baby pacifiers in shape and size and come with a clear adult teet in lots of colors, they are comfortable and cute

Small shield bases 2- these bases look like classic baby pacifiers in shape and size, come in a range of colors and with a clear teet, some of them even have a print, you can get them on things like AliExpress and over resellers

Full silicone pacis- lil comforts sell full silicone pacis in two shapes and lots of colors, they are very pretty but u have yet to try them I do hear they are great for chewing

3. How to order a deco paci

°×~.Ordering a paci or other item can be overwhelming and scary so here is a small guide to walk you through the process.~×°

Step one- find a shop you like the style of, that has good reviews and the center pieces you like

Step two- message the shop about the pacifier you would like to purchase, if you want a custom make sure they are currently open for those kind of orders

Step three- now you and the seller will discuss details like shipping price, payment options and details if you are ordering a custom

Step four- now it's time to be patient, most shops are a small business so it may take some time to complete and/or ship out your order, it's okay to ask if you have waited longer than they said but be respectful, they are a person too

Step five- open up your package and enjoy, don't forget to leave a review and let the seller know you received your item

4. What to watch out for

°×~.when picking the shop you want to buy from you have to be careful about a few things, here is a list of important stuff to look out for. Don't be shy to ask people for their experience.~×°

Does the shop have good reviews?

Can you find photos of customers with their items?

Do you know someone who worked with the shop before, what was their experience?

Does the shop have a history of positive reviews and happy customers?

5. Shop recommendations

°×~.You can find all of these shops on instagram.~×°

@pacisbybunny an adorable shop from the UK with beautiful pieces and great customer service, you can also use my code 'bunnybab' for a discount 🐰

@littlestcreations another great shop from the UK with fast service, super cute items and one of the sweetest owners 🩰

@cozypacicorner an amazing shop from my darling sibby based in France with unique design, amazing communication and you can use my code 'bunnybab' for a discount 🍼

@kittyscutecollections a sweet shop from the UK with fast shipping, good customer service and a big array of pacifier bases 🦄

🧃You can also always message me here or on Instagram about a custom pacifier as I love to create them every now and then!🧃

Fun fact of the day: pumpkins count as berries

[wendigoruble]

General Franco HCs!

SFW, but still put under the cut since it's a long post!

Franco doesn't enjoy drinking anything that tastes bitter or alcoholic. This is why he loves his wolf's milk because it covers up the taste (among the other perverse reasons why he likes it). He only ever takes straight alcohol if he has to drink around other people, and he hates it. Getting drunk helps, but the taste makes him grimace.

He enjoys chocolate and suckers, specifically blowpops, but not because of the gum. He doesn't like gum. The size of the blowpop just fits his mouth well, and he can spend a long time on just one.

He swears in Italian a lot and will speak Italian during work as an extra cover so certain people don't know what he's saying.

He sucks his thumb when he sleeps as opposed to sucking on his pacifier. While his pacifier helps him calm down when he's stressed, sucking his thumb helps him sleep.

His pajamas are either whatever he happens to be wearing at the time, just a pair of pants, or on the extremely rare occasion (when he's being extra) full silk pajamas because they feel nice on his skin.

He once went on a pissed off rampage around the people that work for him because he had forgotten where he put his pacifier. This is why he wears it around his neck at all times now, even when going to work.

On the same note, sometimes carrying out assassinations is stressful, and he'll be sucking on his pacifier while delivering a shot from lupara. Or doing drug trades when he doesn't have access to cigarettes or a proper cigar.

He enjoys a lavished lifestyle style which includes frivolous purchases, nice cars, and even nicer clothes. This is also why I hc him to keep himself well groomed. He needs to compensate for his shortcomings and appear as desirable as possible for the people he tries to pick up.

He frets a lot over his appearance and spends time either being pissed off at his own reflection or staring at it in silent shame. This is why he pays so much money to get with the working girls.

In spite of his looks, he does carry the "strangely charismatic" aura about him due to the faux confidence. He'll puff out his chest, be loud and pushy, all in hopes to be perceived a certain way. And it works!

He gets frequent headaches due to his deformation and has breathing problems that are exacerbated by his smoking and drinking. He needs to go to a fucking hospital.

Compliments and flattery are the way to his heart (or to keep you from being killed).

He does have times of regression, but those are extremely private moments that no one knows about. (Everyone knows they're just too scared to say anything). Usually, when he comes back from brothels, he takes a good 3-5 hours of alone time.

He tends to sit on the floor and rock while muttering to himself. Sometimes, he just curls up and falls asleep on the floor. Other times, he'll cuddle up with a pillow because he doesn't have a teddy.

In his room, hidden away among his things, he keeps a bottle. Sometimes, he drinks out of it. Other times, he just wants to hold it and chew on the silicone tip. It adds to the feeling of helplessness.

Either he has made an imaginary mother in his head, or he's desperate for that connection, but his muttering often consists of telling his mom about his day.

"I blew his head clean off... No more rat. I did that. I did it, ma... Oh, I knew you'd be proud of me. Mommy's always proud of me.. Mommy loves me."

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request: Care giver! Lilith and little! Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

Plot: Lucifer being in little space and Lilith taking care of her baby (he’d be 0-2 years old), just lots of fluff please 💕

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! Sorry for the short delay in getting this out, but I hope you enjoy! (Also it seems like all of my agere fics end with sleepy cuddles 😭 aka Self indulgence. Luci was also very neurodivergent coded. Again, self indulgence)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC, DNI IF KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST.

Title: The Cutest King of Hell

Word Count: 1249

Pairing: CG! Lilith x Little! Lucifer

Description: Playtime and a picnic for Little Luci! (Fluff!)

The Cutest King of Hell

Lucifer.  A daring, intelligent, cunning creature.  The first to introduce evil and disobedience to the so perfect human kind.  He had once been an angel, hand-crafted by God, and cast away from his first home.  But now, he was a king, the most powerful being in Hell…

But he also happened to be the cutest.

Lilith huffed affectionately as Lucifer pushed his rubber ducks along the floor.  Laying on his stomach, pacifier between his lips, white and yellow onesie equipped–no one could argue that he wasn’t just the sweetest, most innocent being Hell had ever seen.

Especially not Lilith.

She too sat on the floor, pushing the rubber ducks back towards Lucifer, as if they were swimming back down the lake of his pale blue playmat.  There were many other creatures along for the adventure too of course.  Some frogs, fish, and even a couple plastic dinosaurs had made it into Lucifer’s imaginary world.

Lilith knew all about the fallen angel’s imagination and creativity of course.  Perhaps it was the thing she adored most about him.  He could create infinite stories, creatures, and worlds in that perfect mind of his.  Even when regressed as young as this, he managed to maintain a clear enough objective in his play.  If his babbling was anything to go by, the ducks were meeting the dinos and toads for a picnic on a faraway island.  Called Ducky Island of course.

“What’s the duck say, Luci?” Lilith quizzed with a smile as she pushed one towards him to join the other rubber figures at their meet-up.

“Qwak!” the baby exclaimed, pushing it along.  “Qwak, qwak, qwak!”

Though the mimicry was muffled by the silicone in his mouth, his confidence and pride in the answer was evident by his eyes crinkling into a smile.

“That’s right,” Lilith smiled as well.

The Queen of Hell reached for the toy bin, where they kept all of Lucifer’s play toys.  FIshing around, it only took a moment for her fingers to land on yet another duckling.

“Here’s James Pond.  Is he going to the party too?”

“Yeah!” Luci giggled.  “Swim, swim, swim.”

“Off he goes, swimming and swimming,” Lilith agreed, pushing the tuxedo-wearing rubber duck in a circle then towards Lucifer.

Lucifer took over, gliding the duck in smooth patterns across the playmat.  Lilith watched, enjoying the play’s serenity.  Hell, a place of violence and punishment, didn’t see moments as simple as this.  If she were to simply step onto her doorstep, blood, swears, and devastation would greet her.  Inside however, in the nursery she had designed to protect from the horrors, the R-rated nonsense wouldn’t exist.  Here, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to keep Lucifer entertained for more than ten minutes.

“Looks like that picnic needs some food, Luci,” Lilith remarked, pointing to the congregation at ‘Ducky Island.’  “What would they like to eat?”

“Apple,” Lucifer replied, lining up several frogs with the other guests.

“How about apples with peanut butter?” Lilith suggested.

“Yummy!  And cookies?”  

“Of course.  Would you like to help me get it?”

“Mhm!”

Lucifer smiled behind his pacifier, placing the very last duck at the picnic gathering.  Then, using his hands for balance, he pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a baby deer.    

Lilith stood along with him, borrowing the elegance of a great stag.  Lucifer immediately grabbed her hand.  Holding himself close to her, he lightly leaned into her side for balance.  Lilith took it in stride, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they ambled towards the kitchen.

  The plush carpet beneath their feet, the perfect crimson walls, and the occasional abandoned toy paved the way through the castle.  Lucifer’s babbling filled the royals’ desolate hallways.  An innocent, adorable sound, a stark contrast to the endless curses that would envelop anywhere else in Hell. 

Soon, Lucifer and Lilith arrived at the kitchen.  Like the nursery, it held all Lucifer’s essentials.  Baby bottles lined the countertops.  Several sippy cups and plastic plates had been abandoned in the sink to be washed.

“Let’s get your picnic and bring it back to Ducky Island,” Lilith said.

Even if he would inevitably make a mess of crumbs and peanut butter on his playmat, seeing the joy Hell’s little king derived from his picnics and play made the mess worth it.  

So, Lilith grabbed a couple apples from the pantry, along with a jar of peanut butter and a package of his favorite cookies.  Lucifer watched with big eyes and a smile beneath his pacifier.  He already extended his hands, silently requesting a sweet treat.

“Not until you finish your healthy food,” Lilith chastised lightly, tapping his nose playfully.  “Come on, let’s get your picnic ready.

Luckily, Lucifer wouldn’t have to wait long.  Within a minute, Lilith had sliced the apples and arranged them in the shape of a swan.  Luci’s eyes grew wide and lustered as he watched the snack take shape.  With a scoop of peanut butter plopped beside it, it was ready to be enjoyed. 

(The cookies, despite some pouting, remained in their box for now.)

Revitalized by the prospect of a delicious snack, Lucifer tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the nursery.  He was already babbling about how all his duckies would be thrilled to see the apple duck she had created.  Actually, it was a swan, but she didn’t bother correcting him; not only would it be pointless, his cuteness was too much to even remotely diminish.

As soon as they arrived at the playroom, Lucifer broke free from her hand holding; he rushed back to his toys on loose, uncoordinated steps.  He plopped down right in front of the ducks and dinosaurs, then popped his pacifier out of his mouth.  Mumbling incoherently, he patted his hand on the spot behind him–clearly demanding that snack time begins.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Lilith smiled, placing the dish on the mat beside him.  

Happily, Lucifer snatched an apple slice.  He took a bite before showing it to his toys.  He continued his baby-talk, and made dramatized munching sounds as his toys also digged into their lunch.  Lilith also may have stolen a couple sweet slices.

As predicted, peanut butter stickiness covered the mat.  Apple juice dripped off Luci’s chin.  Once the cookies were brought out, an ungodly amount of crumbs covered his onesie.  Nonetheless, the endearing giggles made the mess seem small enough.  As the snack slowly disappeared, Luci’s energy did the same. He yawned, scratching his eyes as his sluggish a hands and slurring babbles poked at his toys. Lilith, knowing naptime would soon follow, strode from her place on the floor over to the nightstand, where she wound his music box. By the time Lucifer had noticed she had temporarily left his side, the gentle notes already drifted through the nursery.

Lucifer stared up her, taking long and slow blinks as she scooped him off the floor. It seemed that playtime had sapped all his energy. Duckling picnics were very tiring work after all. As soon as his pacifier was replaced in his mouth, his head rested on her shoulder. The sound music box would last long enough to get the little king to sleep. But not without his lullaby added onto it. Soft lyrics danced with the ringing song.

“More than anything, more th anything, I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything. More than anything, more than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.”

And every word was true.

[littlegemstone]

🕷🕸Little!Miles and Cg!Hobie headcanons🕸🕷

-Miles gets really shy about regressing. Like, really shy. He hides his gear very well in a bag under his bed.

-He doesn't have a lot of gear, it's just a baby pacifier he got from the corner store and a diy sippy cup made from a regular thermos and a silicon straw. But even though it's not a lot, he still feels the need to hide it.

-Miles' regression is mostly voluntary, but once he's in little space he can't exactly "snap out of it" quickly. He usually waits until he's alone at night on the weekends to regress, after patrol or a super villain fight.

-Miles tends to go non-speaking when in little space, in part because he doesn't like how he sounds when he's small. The way his voice cracks and goes up several octaves makes him feel even smaller and makes him afraid that someone will find out.

-The first time anyone found out that Miles regresses, it was Hobie and it was an accident. He'd stumbled in on Miles in the middle of the night and found him curled up in his bed, paci in mouth, watching baby sensory videos on his phone to help him calm down after a big fight.

-Hobie never really thought he'd be good at taking care of anyone, but he really enjoys being Miles' caregiver.

-Hobie calls Miles a whole assortment of nicknames, including "sunflower", "kiddo", "li'l man", and "love".

-Miles likes to color a lot when he's little. Hobie gets him a coloring book and assorted coloring supplies(he stole them but Miles doesn't need to know that).

-Hobie is not a perfect caregiver at first, but he learns quickly. He learns how to stand on the delicate balance of being caring and loving, and being patronizing. Thankfully, Miles is very forgiving.

-Hobie likes to carry Miles around. Miles is overjoyed to be carried.

-Once Hobie takes Miles out swinging while regressed. He loses Miles almost instantly though, and finds him thirty minutes later playing on a construction crane as if it's a jungle gym. Hobie makes a note to invest in one of those backpack-leashes.

-Hobie gets Miles more little gear, like a teether(shaped like Spider-Man's face, ironically) and a couple of board-back storybooks from a thrift store, and a box of bandaids with comic book characters on them.

-Miles loves gifts when he's little, but when he's big he panics a bit because he's getting more things related to his regression and its going to get harder to hide it all. He can't bring himself to refuse the gifts, though.

-Eventually, with Hobie's help, Miles tells Peter and Gwen(and Pav, on accident) about his regression. And suddenly he goes from being alone most of the time to almost always having a caregiver on call.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood ( Part 38)

Tera was screaming.

It was louder, more primal, more concerning then any sound either parent had ever heard in their life, and it was all coming from the crib, where she was kicking and flailing, throwing off blankets and sounding much more like a banshee then anything else.

Uzi was there at the crib first, sprinting out of the living room where her and N had been chatting (cuddling) on the couch, though N was right behind her, both parents with hollow eyelights, they had just put her down for a nap, and there was no reason why she'd be this upset.

She had never been this upset before.

“Hey. Hey. Tera, what's wrong?” Uzi attempted to pick her up, only for her hand to get kicked away by the irate toddler, hard enough it made her rub her hand.

Tera continued to wail.

N was next, fighting through the flailing limbs to pick up his daughter, tears stained the inside of her visor, and she continued to kick wildly.

“Whats wrong with her?!” N shouted above the noise that was making his core hurt, had they not given her enough attention? Was she in pain in some way?

“I don't know!” Uzi yelled back, N brought her up to his chest, something instinctual, and although she kicked him breifly, the introduction of the heat from his core seemed to calm her down a little bit, ceasing her kicking but still crying loudly.

He brought a finger down to check her temperature, even if he could sense it already and it was fine, well… not as cool as the other workers, but well within his daughters normal temperature at least.

And then, she stuck it in her mouth, her crying almost immediately stopping as N felt her tiny-flat teeth scrape against the casing of his finger, he blinked.

“Do… Do drone toddlers teethe?”

“Uh, no. No they don't.” Uzi replied back, removing from the minor overload to her audio receptors, she looked to where Tera was still sucking on N's finger, as well as small experimental nibbles taken in between.

“Right… what do we do now?” Uzi asked, watching curiously, while it wasn't common, some toddlers would want to test things out with their mouths, but it wasn't typically enough to upset them to screaming.

“Give her something safe to put in her mouth?” N suggested.

“Like?”

“Humans have pacifers.” He vaguely recalled seeing some of the guests at the manor with their babies, most of then sucking on a carved peice of rubber to keep them quiet.

Not that he wanted Tera to adhere to the “Be seen, not heard” rule, but it was rather obvious she wanted something in her mouth.

Uzi thought for a moment before she ran off into her workshop, leaving N to stand awkwardly as he continued to lend his finger to be used as a chew toy, it didn't hurt, Tera's teeth were flat like any other worker drone, not pointed like his or Uzi's.

Uzi returned after about an hour, while N had just sat on the bed and allowed Tera to do whatever she wanted to his finger, he almost fell asleep, and nearly jumped when Uzi flung herself into the room, holding… something.

“What's that?”

She held it up, it was black, made from rubber and silicone, similar in shape to a pacifier only without the handle, instead in was dual sided.

“Chew toy! I had some extra material in my workshop, I'm not sure why she wants to, but it's better than you sacrificing a finger.”

N removed his finger, causing Tera to immediately look upset again, her eyelights creasing and gritted teeth, Thad was right, he was certain he'd seen that look before on his girlfriends face.

Uzi handed her the little toy, which she couldn't really hold on her own, but that didn't matter, her mouth found the tip and she giggled through it, nibbling at it.

“There we go.” N hummed, and Tera proceeded to produce a series of happy trills and chirps, leaning back into her father's lap and enjoying her new toy. Arms clumsily flapping up and down as she got what she'd wanted.

“Well… at least she wasn't overheating.” Uzi sighed, sitting in front of her boyfriend on the bed and grabbing her little gremlin by the hands, lifting them up and down as Tera laughed through the toy in her mouth.

“How much oil is she taking now?” N asked, while he knew she was still being fed, and had fed her some himself, he had unfortunately a seriously awful record of keeping track of how much oil she was going through.

“Way above normal for a toddler, so whatever her overheating issue is, it's ingrained in her software.” Uzi replied, a sad lit to her voice.

“That's… not the best outcome.” He murmured.

“No, but we knew that was possible when we got into this. She'll just need oil, like us.” Uzi's smile was soft, reassuring although a little worried herself.

He could barely believe she was still only 18.

“As much as us or less?” He asked, adjusting as Tera fell over, although still chomping on her toy, her eyelight were dimming however, she would fall asleep soon enough.

“I mean less then you, I don't know how you lived so long with how much oil you need weekly.” Uzi half- teased.

“I got good at rationing.”

“Still, and she probably won't need as much as me either, but we'll see.” Uzi leaned back, looking out the bedroom door as she rested her head on her hand, N tilted his head, but before he could ask if she was alright, she asked him something instead.

“Are you alright?”

“What? Yeah why wouldn't I be?” He asked, slightly smiling, there was nothing wrong, why would their be?

“That night where you woke up, and told me… about J.”

Oh

That.

That had been about a week ago now, he was fine, it had just been a fluke, the nightmare had caught him off guard is all, he wasn't even thinking about it anymore. He lied to himself.

“Yeah, I'm okay. Honest, it's… it's not that big of a deal.” He tried to brush it off, to sweep it underneath the rug so that he hopefully wouldn't think about it anymore, instead, Uzi have him a glare that sent alarm bells of in his head.

He'd said something wrong.

“It is a big deal! You- you were violated! No one, I don't care who, should ever touch you like that.” Her voice was raised, clearly angry although not as much at him as what happened to him.

“I mean. I know.” He paused for a moment “It's not like I thought it was- like normal or anything. I knew it was bad.”

“But… if I didn't… take it. What was stopping her from going after V?” He asked, thinking back to his mindset at the time, he had been the worst hunter, the lowest on the totem pole, he made mistakes constantly.

Didn't he deserve at least some of it?

“V would have put J in her place, do you honestly think V wouldn't have ripped her to peices if she'd tried?” She replied, likely referencing V's penchance for violence.

“V would have done whatever J asked of her. Regardless of what it was. J was our leader, disobeying her would have been against our programing.” He solemnly explained, he didn't know much about how he, and his squadmates were programmed, but what de did know he'd figured out through experience.

“But… you did. You helped me take her down.” She pointed out, still a bit confused.

“I think that virus she got me with broke whatever code that was doing it, but before that… we both had to do whatever she said.” He finished, and quickly Uzi's mind took that and ran, directly into something he'd thought about himself a lot

“Do you think… she tried with V too?”

“I… don't know for sure. I hope not.” He replied, giving him the best answer he could.

V was gone most of the time, even when all three disassembly drones were alive and active, but that didn't mean their weren't times that the two were alone together, specifically on extended hunts.

Did she always leave to avoid J? To not be stuck alone with her?

“Sorry.” Uzi apologized swiftly.

“You're worried about me?” Still somehow he wasn't used to that, for someone else caring about how he was doing.

“I don't know how you even let me touch you after that.” She explained, voice getting even softer.

There was a lull in the conversation, the only sound being Tera sucking on her toy sloppily, N sighed, fingers tangling with his partners as they both lie on the bed.

“I like your touch.” He said softly, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way, because he did, he liked it when she hugged him, or held his hand, or held him like he was the only thing that mattered on the whole of Copper-9.

“It's nice, you struggled to say ‘I love you’, but I always knew because you said it with your actions, with-with whenever you held me.”

Uzi didnt say anything, blushing at the sudden confession, she giggled airly.

“I just… yours was always different, even before we were together. I knew you wouldn't hurt me.”

“Gonna make me cry N.” She hummed, clearly struggling to emotionally deal with what he just said, he just laughed.

“Sorry.” He thought for a moment, before saying his thought out loud accompanied by the slightest bit of blush covering his visor. “I'd let you touch it.”

“What?”

“My core.” He clarified, pointing to his chest.

“N!” Her breath hitched, voilet exploding over her face, that had not been what she was expecting, to be invited to touch a part of him so private. She trembled as she looked away.

“I would. I mean yeah… I'm nervous, but you won't hurt me.”

“I might! It's not like I've done it before!”

“Okay, then you won't hurt me intentionally.”

He had a small, kind smile on his face, despite what he was saying, his blush wasn't nearly as profuse as the drone he was saying it to.

“I uh… okay. That's… good to know.”

Uzi sat and stewed in her own embarrassment, and was thcheat. Robo-God when she got a message in her core systems, from her Dad of all drones. She opened the white colored message;

WID-Khan: hey dronelette, need your help on something.

UID-Uzi: What's up?

WID-Khan: making something for son in law, need measurements.

UID-Uzi: We're not married, you know that, what measurements?

WID-Khan: that thingy on the tip of his tail, making a cap so tera doesn't grab it.

Huh, that was actually a really good idea…

UID-Uzi: I can get them, I'll send them to you when I do.

WID- Khan: thank you!

She sighed, still willing her blush away. So much to do…

Next ->

[dino-boyo-agere]

The Enigma

- a Fully Silicone Butterfly Adult Pacifier

is on super sale at the moment!!

The pink one is 11,31€ (11,99$)

The green one is 2,82€ (2,46$)

I'm getting the green one, cuz that's my favorite color! <3

[zerooup]

regressor sigma perchance?! If you have no ideas thats fine! I remember you saying that you hsvent gotten far enough to know his character well, which I totally understand :) I hope you have a good day/night! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

of course! i'm still not suuuper far into bsd; but i LOVE sigma <3 He's literally the regressor and i have yet to meet him in the SERIES AND AUGGHHH but im doing this anyway because i am INSANE abt him so im sorry if this is ooc!!

REGRESSOR SIGMA HEADCANNONS

Cw; Diapers, accidents, general sigma nervousness

Sigma is VERRRY anxious about his regression; often thinking he's much too old for things such as pacifiers, bibs and the like. though being normally cuddled up in either Nikolai or Fyodor's lap while regressed. ~

Diapers. get him in one and he'll be off to sleep within 5 or so minutes.. ~

Cuddliest. ever. Nikolai and Fyodor will often be cuddling on the couch and Sigma just tugs one of their pant legs till he's picked up! ~ Fyodor: "Nikolai, stop squirming.." Nikolai: " 'm tryin' to get comfy.." Sigma: "Mnh.." tug tug "Oh? Does this little one want some cuddles too?" "m'hnm!" "Awwh, come on Dos-kun; let him cuddle up; we can make room!" "Come here, little love. I'm sure the floor can't be comfy."

Sigma is very accident-prone; he's much too young [0-1] to notice, let alone say anything about it! So he might end up fussing and bratting till the other two figure out what he's so upset about! ~

He loves baths. LOVVES them. Especially when Fyodor does it. because Fyodor scratches his scalp while washing his hair and he absolutely loves the feeling of the silicone scrubber against his scalp. ~

Paci baby. you have to PRY it out of his mouth and there'd better be a good reason for doing so! it's his paci!! he wants it!!

[princessofpees]

Thoughts on pacifiers? Do you prefer latex or silicone ones?

I love my binkies! All kinds too, I like both but prefer latex nipples 🤭 I just love the yellow tint and the feeling of them in my mouth! Teether pacifiers have been my favorite lately 🫶🏻

[citrusbabydaycare]

🍓Buying a Pacifier!🍓

Autistic/anxious little here with some tips! <3

Plain Pacifiers

🍓I’ve not looked for these specifically, but I’ve seen some on Etsy for around $5-7

Deco Pacifiers (the cool sparkly ones)

🍓The majority of shops can be found on Instagram

🍓Smaller shops often have lower prices, so shop around! If you find a store you like but can’t afford, look at their “partner shops” or stories to see the smaller shops they promote!

🍓Deco Pacis go for anywhere from $10-50 for a standard base (regular shape) but they can get more expensive for specialized bases (like circular ones) or unique add-ons.

🍓For one line of gems, expect to pay $12-20, for a fully covered paci, expect $25-30

🍓Most shops either link to a storefront or do sales over DMs on Instagram. Payment depends on the shop, but most take some form of pay pal/cash app/ven mo.

🍓Some shops won’t respond to DMs from a personal account, but others totally will!

Picking a Paci

Sometimes the info looks overwhelming, but here’s some things I’ve learned!

🍓What’s a reinforced teat?

It means there’s extra thick plastic so the paci doesn’t squish when you suck on it! These are also better for chewers. Personally, I have a small mouth and these are too big for me.

🍓Will it shift my teeth?

Over a long period of time, yes. Using it regularly for extended periods of time can cause your teeth to shift over the years. If you are younger take extra care as you could be more susceptible to this! (But don’t stress, just remember to take breaks <3)

🍓Will it make me regress?

Maybe! For me, pacifiers don’t help me get to that headspace, but if I’m already regressed it helps keep me small and provides some comfort. Still, everyone’s different!

🍓What does it taste like?

Plastic, honestly. It’s a similar mouthfeel to like… a reusable silicone straw.

That’s all the questions I could think of! I’m not an expert by any means but please ask more if you have them!

[lilbabjojo]

um

would you mind if we asked for little angel things?

um

we know about his whole Thing but we have an angel fictive who regresses sometimes and just wants to interact with not- that side of his character

Hey no worries! Any character in Hazbin can be requested, so long as I know enough about them, and I've seen the whole series except the pilot, so... Request away!

Angel regresses a lot thanks to the trauma of his job.

He cries a lot when regressed.

Husk was the first person to find out, as Angel also regresses when he drinks or uses any substances.

Husk makes sure that Angel never has his phone when he's Little, so Valentino can't get ahold of him.

Angel regresses from baby to teenage.

He has a special kind of clothing he wears when Little, so he doesn't feel like he's in the studio.

Angel has a lot of pacifiers and teethers, as he has a lot of anxiety.

Angel loves to listen to soft music.

He also loves foam mats when he's particularly Little.

He gets very startled when touched, but loves getting pet.

He struggles with speech when he's feeling particularly small.

He prefers cups with silicone lids so he can chew on them without ruining them.

He sleeps a lot, as his anxiety tires him out, but Husk makes him feel safe.

Sorry it's a bit short.