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pahtoosh · 10 months

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hii hii

can you pretty please do an imagine where daddy lee is having playtime tickles with the little!reader (little age between a baby and two years old; like still in diapers) and lee knows they love ducks so when he baths the little he quacks at them

and when he goes to put the little to bed the little is jumping on the bed so he tickles them some more but he eventually feeds them a bottle and sings them five little ducks?

sorry if that’s confusing

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ducks and baths

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wc: 780 words

warnings: lee carries reader, mentions of wearing a diaper, lee gives you a bath, written on my phone while very sleepy

a/n: not confusing at all! ive never written for babyspace before, this was fun to try! please leave any feedback you may have. i would love to get better at this

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle.

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Lee ate his dinner while you played on the floor by his feet. He liked it better when you were in your play area with the cushioned mat and nets to keep you in, but you needed to be close to your daddy.

You would cry whenever he set you down and walked away. Finally, he put a blanket down on the kitchen floor with some toys and let you knock down blocks as he watched. Occasionally, he would reach down and make a really tall block tower for you to knock down. He loved hearing your giggles when the colorful wood squares came tumbling down on the fleece-covered linoleum.

You’d already had a bottle, because Lee insisted on feeding you before himself. Even if he spent all day at the station, he’d make sure his baby was taken care of before he even thought about himself. He finished his chicken pot pie and washed the dishes before coming to sit on the floor and play with you for a bit.

He kept making block towers and acting shocked when you knocked them over. He made so many silly faces and gave you a little kiss whenever you laughed, he just couldn’t help himself.

Before Lee knew it, it was getting late.

“C’mon, button. ‘S time for yer bath.” He held out his hands, expecting you to raise your arms so he could pick you up. “Arms up, sugar.”

You looked at your daddy and held out a block.

“No bath, huh? My baby doesn’t want a bath?”

You giggled.

“Well that jus’ won’t do.” Lee tickled you under your chin, making you laugh and squirm. “Stinky babies get tickled, you still wanna be stinky, huh? Still wanna refuse tha bath?”

While being tickled, you managed to say “Baaa.”

Lee stopped tickling you and held your chin in his hands. “What’s that? Ya wanna take a bath now?” He used his hold on your chin to make you nod. “Alright, let’s getcha clean.”

This time, you let Lee pick you up.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water was perfectly warm and bubbly by the time Lee placed you in the tub. He tossed in your rubber duckies, grinning at your excited squeals.

Both of you loved bath toys. You loved playing with them and seeing the toys bob up and down in the water. It was especially fun bringing a duck to the very bottom of the tub and watching it rush to the top. Lee would also put bubbles on the ducks to make them look like they had beards or tall hair.

Lee loved the toys because it kept you entertained while he washed your skin and hair. Toys were also a fun way to bond with your little self. Lee would make an absolute fool of himself just to make sure you laugh and have fond memories of playing with him.

“What’s a duckie say, baby?”

“Wah!”

“That’s right, they say quack.”

You giggled.

“Ya think that’s funny? Quack quack.” Lee grabbed a few of your duckies and made them quack at each other. He ended the “duck fight” by dunking them in the water so they could calm down. Then, he traded the situation for a more peaceful playtime with the ducks swimming in harmony.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water got cold and bath time was over. Lee patted you dry with a fluffy towel and put lotion and an overnight diaper on you before topping it off with a lightweight onesie. It was still summer in Knockemstiff, so he didn’t want anything that was too warm for you. You usually preferred onesies at night; the compression helped you to sleep and Lee would just change you in the morning when it got hotter.

Lee took a quick shower while you sat on the couch. He rarely let you watch TV, but he turned on the cartoon channel to make sure you didn’t go anywhere. You weren’t catching much of the screen anyway with how sleepy you were getting.

A few too many slow blinks left you leaned on the armrest with the corner of a blanket in your mouth. Lee finished his shower and chuckled to himself when he saw you chewing on the fabric. He gently removed it from your mouth and picked you up, carrying you to the rocking chair.

Lee ensured you were comfortable and reached for the bedtime bottle he prepared after his shower.

“Open up, baby. There ya go,” he whispered.

Lee softly kissed your forehead and rocked the chair as you drank. You fell asleep in your daddy’s arms while he hummed a tune.

#lee bodecker x little!reader #daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader #oneshot #fluff #bath time #babyspace #sfw regression #agere fic #ducks and baths #ducks-and-baths #toosh writes #requests

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dlquebecmessy94 · 2 months

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Just the best feeling in the world !!! A full diaper squish

#diaper messing #diapered #babyspace #nappies #full nappy #diaperpoop #messy diaper #ab dl lifestyle #nappy time #goodnites

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avengerslittleone · 1 year

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Meeting the family

You have been at nevermore for a few months now

Y/n:runs down the hall of ophelia hall)

Wednesday:get back here y/n

Enid:(leans on door frame out of breath)why do they have so much energy

Xavier:y/n baby don’t run away from us right now because I don’t want you getting hurt or lost ok

Ajax:I think we should use the leash hear me out I just don’t want to chase after them over and over

Bianca:I think it’s a good idea and that one of us stay with y/n at all times

Y/n:(jumps on bed up and down)

Enid:ah y/n cullen/volturi you get off of that bed right now it’s not made for jumping on (picks y/n up off of bed)

Xavier:hay y/n sweetheart will you look at dad please I have to ask you are your parents going to come this parents week

Y/n:esss they timing

Wednesday:who else’s parents are coming I know maybe mine Enid what about yours

Enid:oh yes they are they want to meet our little one

Ajax:mine I don’t think so

Bianca:mine’s is a definite nope

Miss thornhill:hay guy’s I just came to check on you all (holds Tyler’s Hand)you want to say hello to y/n for a minute we’ll I talk to her mama’s and dada’s

Tyler:(runs and hugs y/n)wook I gots this (holds out candy )ants share

Y/n:(nods)esss we hare thisss

Miss thornhill:Tyler hunny come on we have to go great the parents

Tyler:bye bye friend (hugs y/n runs off)

Wednesday:what is that on your face y/n (wipes y/n face)

Y/n:tandy titi givs me

Xavier:oh boy I have an idea let’s go on a walk put’s toddler leash safety backpack on y/n alright little one you ready to go

In the center yard

Enid:slow down sweetie ok oh no there here already

Wednesday:great there here why can’t I just hide from them

Xavier:so are we going to ignore that the little one is trying to run off again

Enids mom:hay hunny oh my god is this the little one you have been talking about

Enid:yes but they are having a sugar high right now because of a other little gave them some candy hay y/n sweetheart will you say hello

Y/n:hewo *hides into xavier*

Enids mom:well aren’t you just adorable

Morticia:and this must be y/n hello little one

Gomez:ahh my little death trap and who is this lovely little one

Wednesday:ok let’s not gloat here about y/n they have family too

Y/n:hewo’s

Bianca’s mom:well I never thought that you were the motherly type

Bianca:oh but I am and I love y/n to death

Carlisle:there they are (runs over and picks y/n up)hay sweetheart I am so happy to see you

Esme:oh I so happy to see you and thank you for the newsy letters back home

Rosalie:what smells like mutts

Aro:ahh there is my little witch

Caius:why do I smell mutts

Xavier:ok well you probably smell the wolves and the other vampires

Emmett:and who are you because I want to know if my little y/n has a boyfriend

Xavier:no I am Xavier I am one of y/n caregivers

Wednesday:and I am Wednesday y/n other caregivers

Ajax:I am Ajax y/n other caregivers

Bianca:and I am Bianca one of y/n other caregivers

Carlisle:it’s nice to meet you all and thank you for taking care of our little witch

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pawzzle · 11 months

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shes a model ^_^

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grantabdl · 23 days

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Going diapered 24/7.

Part 1: why I want to wear diapers full-time, as a 27 year-old

I’ve posted on here before that I recently started 24/7 diaper-wearing again. Well, I just hit 1 month of only wearing diapers, and using them exclusively for #1. So, I thought I would share my experience as to why I want to wear them. This is Part 1, which focuses on my history with diapers/accidents. Part 2 will focus on what it’s like now that I am 24/7 again.

I largely developed my desire to wear diapers because I had incontinence issues growing up. Specifically, I had “giggle incontinence” problems (I use quotations because, even years later, I find it difficult to admit that I have been incontinent for most of my life— but more on that later).

From the time I was “potty trained” (like 2.5-3 years old), I would wet myself whenever I laughed too hard— even if I didn’t feel like I had to go. It didn’t matter if I was laughing from a movie, or a joke, or even a bit of roughhousing with friends/family. And it never seemed to get better. Whenever I laughed too hard, I would completely void my bladder. I would wet myself at 18, just as I would when I was 4. I hated it. I hated the fact that laughing caused me so much stress. I hated knowing that watching a comedy movie would make me have accidents. Laughter is supposed to be fun— an expression of joy. But, for me, it just meant anxiety about hiding my accidents. Thankfully, I went to private schools my whole life; and, at all of them, we had to wear dark blue pants, which would hide wet stains pretty well. And, if an accident was too big, or difficult to hide, I could change without many people noticing (I always had a change in my lockers; or in a bag that I would pack for soccer). On a few occasions, I would also “spill” a drink onto my lap to cover up the wetness. If I wet myself during soccer, I would deliberately slide into mud to hide any stain on my shorts. I became so used to hiding accidents that it was just part of life.

At home, it was harder to hide. I was scolded more times than I can count for having accidents. I was told (at 18) that I “need to get ‘whatever *this* is under control” before college; and I was told (many times, as a teen— until I was 17 or 18) that, if I didn’t stop having issues, I’d be forced to wear diapers.

I still remember my first time being told that diapers were a possibility. They were presented as a punishment, or some kind of response to a perceived personal failure. I was about 11 years old, and with my mom, who knew that I had bladder problems (but not the extent of them, or what caused them). I mentioned that I needed to pee; and she treated it like a fire drill, because she had washed a pair of pee-stained underwear the day before, and had confronted me about it that morning— at that time, she knew I had issues with wetting, but she just thought I would randomly pee. There was no communication, because it was taboo for me to tell her about my problems. She would just tell me that I needed to “get over it,” whenever I would try to talk— though, I stopped trying to talk when I was about 10, and just started trying to hide the issue. So, on this day at the store (or any other day), she didn’t know that I never had issues holding it when I just had to pee— I only had accidents when I laughed too hard. But, returning to the story: she rushed me though the store like it was a fire drill; and I wasn’t too concerned. I had only mentioned needing to go, because I didn’t know where the bathroom was. Because I was unconcerned, I was drinking a coke as we walked (or, more aptly, ran) to the bathroom. As I took a sip, she smacked me over the head, and scolded me “you need to pee and you’re drinking a fucking coke, you idiot.” It was so funny, in the moment, that I bent over, laughing and wetting my pants. After the accident, I went to the car and she just bought me new pants. But, on the way home, I was scolded and told that I didn’t understand the severity of what was happening. I was told that I’d have to wear diapers if it kept happening. I never got the chance to explain what was going on, or what I wanted to do.

Looking back, I wish that her threat was true. No matter how many accidents I had— whether known or unknown— I never got a bit of protection. Not a diaper; nor a pad; nor even a “maybe we should see a doctor about this.” Instead, I hid them; and if my parents found a sign of an accident (wet underwear or pants) it was treated as me being wrong— like I wanted to piss myself.

So, I developed an infatuation with diapers, because they felt like the answer to my issue. I started to think, “if I’m going to be threatened with diapers, doesn’t that mean they’re a solution to my problem— even if that solution is embarrassing.” But, the threat never became reality. This line of thought started when I was 12-13. I remember googling “can a teen need diapers” or “is it normal to pee yourself as a teenager.”

When I was 16, I got my driver’s license, and while my parents were away for work, I did what all future ABDL’s do. I drove to Walmart, and bought my first pack of depends. I had already seen ABDL porn (as a result of the aforementioned google searches), and knew that it turned me on. So, I can’t say the purchase was entirely to relax my stress from accidents. By that time, my laughing accidents had even calmed down a bit— I was only having issues a few times a month. But, as soon as I tried them, I loved the feeling of diapers— both sexually and for the relief they brought. I even remember putting one on for the first time, and feeling like all the stress in the world had melted away. The first thing I did when I got home, was watch “Step Brothers” which only a few years before, had made me wet myself with laughter 4-5 times when I first saw it. The contrast in those experiences, was insane. I felt so “okay” with myself in the diaper, whereas I hated myself when I was failing to hold an accident when I first saw Will Ferrell rub his nuts on a drum set 😂

I mentioned that my accidents slowed down around 16-17, and that’s true. By the time I was 18-19, it was a once-per-year kind of thing, and I spent college mostly dry, but still infatuated by diapers. That’s when I really started exploring ABDL on social media, and considering it a kink that I wanted to be involved with. But, I was in a fraternity at the time; so I only got to indulge wit it on occasion. It was more of a “see don’t do” experience at the time.

But, when I went to law school, I was on my own for the first time. I had my own apartment; and plenty of money to enjoy my fetish. I started getting more involved with the community; and I started wearing diapers more often, when I was alone.

Because of law school stress, and the drinking culture that surrounds it, it wasn’t uncommon for me to come home, and put on a diaper, to decompress while drunk. After a few months, I started wearing every night when I didn’t have friends over. My (almost) nightly routine was to throw on a diaper, grab a beer (or 5), and smoke a blunt on my apartment’s roof. Without even realizing it, I followed the exact steps that you will see on here to become a bedwetter— getting used to diapers; wetting in any position; and drinking lots before bed.

Looking back, it’s unsurprising, that this routine turned into me developing a bedwetting habit. At first, I think it was psychological— like I would wake up slightly, realize I was in a diaper, and wet before going back to sleep. But, I started wetting when I wasn’t wearing to bed; and I even had accidents with friends/hook-ups in bed with me. I always blamed it on alcohol, until I eventually confessed to one friend that I had incontinence issues and a diaper fetish— but she was incredibly considerate. I think this is when I started thinking that it was okay to wear diapers— due to both real accidents, and personal desires.

Around this time, I also focused my serious dating relationships on people in the ABDL community. A few were surprised when they realized I was actually a bedwetter, since it’s such a common trope/fantasy within the community. That really helped me embrace this part of me; and I’ll always be grateful for those who were involved.

About 2 years ago, I started working from home when I became in-house counsel and left litigation to do transactional work. And, with some help, I decided to go 24/7 at that time. This lasted for several months, but I don’t think I ever fully committed to it at the time.

But, a month ago, and after a lot of thinking, my wonderful mommy and I decided that I should try 24/7 again. She’s incredibly supportive, and has helped me realize this is something I should do.

I realize now that medical issues made me incontinent as a kid/teen. And that hatred of being incontinent manifested itself in me searching for a solution (albeit, one that was presented as a sign that there was something wrong with me).

Earlier today, I was texting my mommy; and I told her that I feel like going 24/7 now, is a “redo” of past experiences. I wish I had diapers when I was younger. But they were always presented as a sign that there was something wrong with me; and they were never actually offered as a solution— just a threat. But, now, I get to wear diapers. while accepting that being incontinent was just part of who I was/am. When I was a teenager, I would’ve killed to make the accidents go away. And, while I was told to dread the idea of diapers, I also came to view them as a saving grace.

I’ll post more in part 2. But I suppose I just wanted to vent about my experiences, and how I got to this stage.

#babyspace #diaperboy #peepants #babyboy #ab dl #incontinence #incontinent boy

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sweetpeapuppy · 7 months

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What are u gonna be for halloween?

Collab with @sunnytot

#halloween divider #agere #age regression #halloween #sfw #agere outfit #age regressor #sfw little #sfw only #sfw cglre #baby regressor #babyspace #deco paci #agere aesthetic #sfw little community #sfw little post #sweetpeaspost

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lil-royal-dino · 11 months

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Spooky regressor

#age dreaming #agere #agere positivity #age regression #safe agere #ageregression #sfw agedre #safe agedre #agedre blog #age re #agere post #agere little #agere outfits #agere blog #agere boy #babyspace #toddlerspace

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sparklejumpropeheaven · 3 months

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something i ADORED when i was little was taking bubble baths with my My Little Ponies. i would take a bucket full of them from my room and dump them all in before hopping in the bath, it was the most exciting part of my day ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ i would have the Pegasus ponies play around in the bubbles as if they were flying through the clouds! i remember conditioning their manes and tails and curling their hair around their legs & i’d leave the ponies out to dry overnight, then the next day their hair would have the prettiest curl in it! i’ve accumulated a large collection of G3 ponies and can’t wait to play with some of them in the bath tonight for the first time since i was a little girl while listening to sweet lullabies ⋆˚ then i’m gonna put on some cozy jammies and curl up in my pink minkie blanket, drink some milk from my sippie and fall asleep surrounded by my plushies ᖭི༏ᖫྀ so very excited!

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jacksdinonuggets · 1 month

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Lost and Found: Chapter 2

Carmilla gets woken up by screaming in the middle of night, coming from Vaggies room.

What will happen?

Notes: this was really fun to write, Thank you for requesting!

It was the middle of night. Everyone was asleep in their own separate room. Vaggie was currently having a pretty restless night.

Vaggie wasn’t a still sleeper. She would toss and turn in her sleep. Often, she had bad dreams and sometimes nightmares, causing her to thrash around. It was irritating her back but not too much to the point where she woke up. Being in Babyspace when she fell asleep, she latched onto her thumb while she slept.

All the tossing and turning and thrashing about had unfortunately thrown her off the bed, landing harshly on her back. She gasped awake and looked around. Not recognizing where she was, she began to panic. Where was she? Why wasn’t she in her dorm room with Lute? Her back started to flare up worse than it had before. They say that the pain is ten times worse the second day. Everything was confusing, and she was scared and hurt that she couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out. She began to scream sob, wail, anything to release these terrified emotions out.

The door to her room burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang, causing her to cry more. She looked up and saw a lady she kind of recognized in the frame. Since she was still very worked up, it was hard for her to know whose face was whose and if she really did know that person.

When Carmilla woke up to the screaming, she rushed to the room it was coming from. Her motherly instincts told her she needed to comfort whoever it was. When she came upon Vaggie’s room, the angel, she hesitated for a second. She had some not so nice thoughts about that angel but she pushed them away, knowing that this child probably needed help.

She burst open the door and saw the kid wailing on the floor next to the bed. As she looked at her she realized that the angel was completely harmless in this state. Fuck, maybe all she needed was some love.

Unable to just leave the girl to cry alone, she kneeled down and scooped her up into her lap. Rubbing her lower back, knowing her upper back was still in pain, she tried soothing and calming her down.

“Shhh, everything’s okay,” Carmilla said in a hushed voice. The girl clinged to her nightwear as if it was the only thing keeping her from flying off into space. She was so scared and hurt, Carmilla immediately knew she was going to protect this girl with her life.

The words from the lady were so soft and motherly, that even though vaggie couldn’t tell who it was, that didn’t stop her from crying to mama.

“Mami! Is huwts! I scawed!” she wailed into her chest, not even embarrassed that she called the woman she just met, mami. She was scared. What if she wasn’t safe? Was she in danger?

“It’s okay, you’re safe, bebe. Did you fall off your bed?” She asked. The girl nodded. All of her maternal instincts told her that this girl needed to be protected, comforted, and babied as if she was her daughter.

Carmilla hummed a sweet lullaby while rocking her in her lap. It made her feel safe and secure. Being held while she cried was so comforting that she immediately started to calm down.

Once the wailing stopped and turned into whimpers, Carmilla picked her up. Her diaper was still dry, which was good. She carried her to the bed and tucked her in. She picked up her teddy bear and handed it to her. She latched onto it, squeezing it for comfort.

Then, she took Vaggies bottle and filled it up with tap water from the bathroom. She took two pain killers from the pill case on her night stand, assuming that her back was flaring up due to the fall.

“Open up, sweetie,” Carmilla told her. Vaggie opened her mouth a little, feeling a bit unsure. It was still dark and she didn’t know what exactly was being put in her mouth. What if it was a gun?! However, her worries faded as two pills were placed on her tongue before the nipple of a bottle was placed in her mouth. She began to suck the water out of it, swallowing the pills as she hydrated.

“There you go~” She petted her hair, lightly scratching her scalp as well. Her sweet motherly voice made her feel so tiny. Like a wittle baby.

Once Vaggie was finished with the bottle, she relaxed in Carmilla’s arms, leaning heavily against her. She was so tuckered out from all that crying and being woken up so harshly.

“You’re no threat. You’re just an itty bitty baby, needing a bit of love,” Carmilla thought out loud. Being called a tiny baby made Vaggie feel smaller. Her thumb once again found its way to her mouth. Carmilla knew she would need to get her an adult pacifier soon. It wasn’t very hygienic for her to use her thumb.

She continued to pet her hair and scratch her scalp until Vaggie fell asleep. She knew that the girl would probably be regressed for a couple of days. Dealing with a lot of trauma often made littles regress for longer than 2 days. But that was okay. She liked having a baby to take care of again.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere writing #agere fanfic #hazbin hotel agere #sfw littlespace #sfw babyre #babyspace #sfw diaper wearing #sfw ageredips #padded agere

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