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mellowsadistic · 25 days

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Easter Bunnies - Part 3

Melony woke up from her nap feeling strange. Her first thought was of chocolate. Daddy had said she could have some of her Easter eggs after her nap, and she could feel a rumbling in her tummy. But her second thought was about why she was taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She wasn’t a baby, after all. Only dumb babies needed naps. She lifted her head off her pillow and looked around blearily. She was sharing a crib with Jackie. Her friend was still fast asleep, sucking her thumb peacefully, and she was giving off a strong smell of urine. But then, Melony thought, as she lifted the covers and looked down at the sodden adult diaper around her own waist, that could just as easily be her…

She blinked. Her head felt funny. Or had it been feeling funny before? She put a hand to the top of her head, but there was nothing there. No bunny ears. Where had they gone? A slight frown creased her brow. Why did she want them so badly anyway? They were just a pair of stupid bunny ears. They were for little girls. Or were they for big girls too? Her frown became more pronounced. She was pretty sure she’d seen grown-ups wearing bunny ears. Girls in sexy outfits. So they couldn’t be that immature.

Melony got up on her knees, and her mouth twisted into a grimace as her nappy sagged heavily. It was so full of wee-wee that it almost touched the plastic sheet of Jackie’s crib. Her outfit definitely wasn’t mature. Adults didn’t wear yucky wet diapers. She put her hands to her chest, and her felt her breasts through the fabric of the yellow t-shirt Daddy had dressed her in for her nap. But little girls didn’t have these.

Then it all came flooding back to her in a rush, all her memories, all her awareness. “Oh my God…” she whispered. She started shaking Jackie awake. “Jackie,” she hissed urgently, panic rising inside her. Their boyfriends were trying to turn them into overgrown toddler freaks! “Jackie, wake up!”

Jackie’s eyes fluttered open and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “Dada?” she murmured sleepily.

“No, Jackie, it’s me! It’s Melony! Wake up! You’ve got to remember who you are!”

Jackie rubbed her eyes with her fists and blinked up at her. “Mewwie?” She clambered awkwardly up onto her knees too, then she grinned. “Mewwie!” she squealed, and wrapped Melony in a tight hug. “I wuv you!”

Melony cringed. She could feel her friend’s braless breasts squishing against her. “I love you too, Jackie,” she said, keeping her voice low, “but right now we need to get out of here.” She extracted herself from the cuddle. “You’re not a baby, Jackie. You’re a grown woman, remember? You’re twenty-four years old. You’re training to be a doctor!”

Jackie cocked her head, still grinning. She let out a gurgling giggle that suggested to Melony she hadn’t understood a word of what she’d just said, or perhaps she just thought they were playing.

Hazel stirred beneath the sheets of her mattress on the floor. She yawned and stretched and got to her feet; as the Hello Kitty covers fell from her body, she was revealed wearing nothing but a soaking wet pair of training pants. It was no wonder the room smelled like pee – all three women had wet themselves in their sleep.

“Hazel!” Melony said urgently, turning her attention to her other friend.

Hazel blushed and covered her padded crotch with her hands. “Acc-see-dents doesn’t count when it’s naptime,” she mumbled shamefully. “Daddy says.”

“Hazel please! You’re not a toddler! You’re an adult!”

Hazel beamed. “I a big girl!” she declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs wide, making the droop of her pull-ups obvious. “Not a baby wike you and Jackie!”

“No!” Melony pleaded. “Hazel, we’re all adults! Our boyfriends have done something to us! You’ve got to wake up!”

Hazel shook her head in a superior way. “Am awake, Mewwie,” she said. “Siwwy baby!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and Peter came in.

“You!” Melony snarled, getting to her feet and gripping the side of the crib, glaring at her boyfriend. “What the hell have you done to us?!”

Peter raised his eyebrow. “That’s no way to talk to your Daddy, little one,” he said, sternly. “Keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee.”

“You’re not my Daddy!” Melony shouted furiously. “And you can’t talk to me that way! I don’t know if you drugged us or hypnotized us or what, but when I get out of here you’re going straight into a fucking prison cell!”

His expression quite calm, Peter walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. Then he took Jackie by the hand and helped her down onto the carpet. “Hazel,” he said, turning to the nearly nude young woman, “be a good girl, take Jackie and go and find your Daddies, okay? I think they’ll give you some of your Easter chocolate! But Mellie’s being a naughty little girl, so I’m going to have to give her a spanking before she can come downstairs.”

Jackie’s eyes widened and Hazel giggled. “Yes, Mewwie’s Daddy!” she chirped, and she took Jackie by the hand and skipped out of the room in nothing but her pissy pull-up, dragging her infantilized friend along beside her.

Once they were gone, Peter turned back to her. He pointed his finger at the floor. “Come here, Mellie. Out of the crib. You’ve earned yourself a sore, red bottom, young lady.”

“You’re crazy!” Melony shouted. “I’m not gonna let you spank me, you monster!”

“In a minute or two, you’re not going to have the will to resist, darling. Not when Daddy gives you a stern look. Your mind will be regressing back to babyhood any moment now.”

“W-what do you mean?” Melony stammered, as a chill ran through her body at his words.

“There we no drugs, sweetie,” said Peter. “No hypnosis. Just your special bunny ears. They made all those wonderful changes inside your head, just like they did with your two little friends, and the effects are totally permanent, baby girl. This is just a little bounce-back, that’s all. Jackie had hers yesterday, and Hazel had hers just before we arrived today. One final little burst of adulthood before it’s back to diapers forever.”

“No…” Melony whispered. But she could already feel it happening in her mind. Her head was getting fuzzy again. Soft and fuzzy. Like it was full of cotton candy. She shook her head fiercely. “No!” she shouted. Her face was burning with humiliation at the thought of being stuck as an adult-sized toddler for the rest of her life, being gawped at and cooed over by strangers, by her friends and family, by her lunatic of a boyfriend. “I’m not gonna be wike… like that forever!”

“I’m afraid there’s no going back now, baby,” Peter said gently. “If you had any last things you wanted to say as a grown-up, now’s the time, because in a few moments you’ll have the behaviours and intellectual level of a three-year-old.” He grinned. “But I’m going to treat you like you’re two.” He looked her over thoughtfully. “Oliver wanted a happy toddler girl who’s proud as a peach to sit on an oversized child’s potty and pee in it in front of a crowd,” he said. “Hazel was always so shy before, but now she’s quite the little exhibitionist, as I’m sure you’ve noticed! George just wanted to see Jackie transformed into a dim-witted baby, barely out of infancy, without a thought in her pretty little head. She was so smart before; I think George finds it funny that she’s now too dumb to even tell when she’s pooped her pants.”

Melony could only stare at her boyfriend in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hold her thoughts together, and there was another problem too – the rumbling in her tummy from earlier had changed into a different feeling, a fullness in her bottom. She clenched her rear tightly.

“But I wanted something a little different from both of them,” Daddy went on. Peter. His name was Peter, not Daddy. “I wanted the sweet spot; a girl who’s just mature enough to want to be out of diapers, but who has to wear them anyway. I think that would be perfect for you, Mellie.”

Mellie shook her head again, her lips forming a pout. “No!” she whined. Her head felt so empty. So light and fluffy. Fluffy like a bunny. “Don’t wanna… Don’t wike…” The pressure in her bottom was building, becoming impossible to control almost as quickly as it had first appeared.

“Go on, baby,” her boyfriend cooed. “Any last thoughts before it’s back to baby-land for good for big girl Melony?”

Mellie looked up into his eyes. A mixture of fear and anger and confusion burned in hers. “Gotta go poopy!” she blurted, and then bent her knees, screwed up her face, and started to poop her pants.

Above her, Daddy laughed. “That’s my little Mellie,” he cooed, patting her on the head. She let out a loud grunt and pushed a load into her nappy, quickly followed by a long gush of pee-pee. “That’s Daddy’s little stinker! Melony the big girl is all gone now, isn’t she? It’s just silly baby Mellie left, ready to spend the rest of Easter toddling around in a dirty diaper. Ready for a lifetime of loving cuddles and strict discipline from her Daddy. Finish up making your whoopsie, baby, then move that messy bum of yours out of the crib. Your big girl brains might have leaked out into your nappy, but Daddy hasn’t forgotten that you need a spanking!”

The End

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eddies-whoreee · 1 year

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Eddie is a sneaky bastard, and a perv. With a HUGE corruption kink.

It started with subtle touches. His hands brushing against your waist as he walks past you. Whenever your reaching for something in the cabinet he pushes up against you reaching over you. He loved seeing your cheeks flush red and you avoiding eye contact. He also loves teasing you. “Aww what’s wrong baby?” He’ll ask while giving your cheek a pinch.

Then he worked his way to not so subtle touches. He convinced you that him slapping and grabbing your ass was a normal thing guys do to their girl best friends. It’s not like you knew any better. Also let’s not forget that he makes it his mission to pick you up from cheer practice and take you to his place to chill. It’s the easiest opportunity to get a peek under your skirt. He’ll ‘drop his keys’ or open the door for you when in reality he’s looking up your skirt. He loves the winter, gives him a reason to cuddle up next you. Rubbing his hard-on against your ass. He likes to feel you up. One time he accidentally got to rough and squeezed your boob too tight. Making you wince, “oh I’m sorry bunny. I didn’t mean to be so rough” he coos at you. In all reality he just wants to pound into you and slap you around making you cry his name.

As your friendship went on he’s gotten you to do more things. Like he’s convinced you that it’s okay to sleep in just your panties and one of his shirts right next to him while he only wears boxers. Because, like he says, “it’s summer princess the less clothes the better.” Or he told you that giving you butt massages isn’t naughty if he’s doing it to help relax your muscles for cheer. You read a lot so when you are at his house and are reading a new book you got he loves to lay his head on your bare stomach. When he decides you need to give him more attention he’ll either leave wet kisses on your waist or give it small bites. “Teddy! That tickles” you giggle. “Give me attention” he whines. “Okay, I’m all yours” you say putting down your book.

But this was his final move. It would be a gateway for other activities. You were sat on his bed on your knees. “Baby, I need help” he says. “Okay, what do you need help with” you ask with a sweet smile. “You see this?” He question before removing the blanket showing you his hard-on that was very much evident through his gray sweatpants. You were oblivious to say the least but you knew,from your mom. That you’re not supposed to touch boys down there. But Eddie was your best friend is not like he would hurt you. He only wanted the best for you. You slowly nodded eyes glued to his dick. “Hurts so bad, every since you got here wearing that short skirt.” He says. “I made it hurt?” You ask softly. He nods, “I-I’m sorry teddy, didn’t mean to” you speak, feeling guilty. “It’s okay, do you think you could help me not hurt. Give it some kisses” he states rubbing your thigh. You eyes slightly widened. “I’m not supposed to touch boys down there” you hesitated even though the thought made your mouth water. “That’s for mean and yucky boys, but I’m your best friend. Plus I can make you feel good too” he says tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Give it kisses?” You ask, he nods. “O-okay” you give in. He smiles victoriously, “get on your knees princess” he tells you, you do as he says. You are now on the floor, on your knees while Eddie is undoing the tie on his sweatpants. He takes his leaking cock out, “it’s big” you mumble, eyes fixated on his cock adoringly. Like it’s your lifeline. He chuckles, “I’ve been told” he jokes. You wrap your hand around his cock gently, making him suck on a breath at the feeling of your soft skin on his dick, way better that when he’s fucking his own fist. You give the tip a wet kiss. Making him whimper, “fuck bunny, a few more” he says breathlessly. You kiss all the way down to the base. “Oh god baby, I need more. Open your pretty mouth for me” he states petting the back of your head. You do as he says, he taps the tip on your tongue. “Just like that” he moans, wrapping his hand around your and pumping his cock. “Fuck! Bunny m’gonna-” before he can finish his sentence his cum squirts all over your face. Making you squeal. “Shit! I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to-” he goes to apologize but is cut off by your giggles. “More! Want more please” you squeak wiping the cum off your cheeks sucking it off your fingers. He was mesmerized, he had officially corrupted you. “Gimme a second bunny” he tells you catching his breath. You huff impatiently, laying your head on his thigh looking at him with your pretty doe eyes. He felt his cock twitching and going hard again. “You’re so pretty baby” he coos.

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wndaswife · 1 year

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little princess | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

A whole day of being nothing but mommy's special girl.

Word count: 2106

Tags: fluff, some slightly suggestive dialogue, age regression, mdlg, mommy!wanda maximoff, little!reader

The yellow-white sun gleams against the sleeping bodies of you and Wanda when the cracked-open window blows its summer breeze through the sheer bedroom curtains. Gentle sunlight settles against your dozing face and you rouse and squeeze your eyes shut, raising your hand to your face to block out the sun.

Wanda wakes at the feeling of you shifting in her arms and she turns onto her side and wraps her arm around you securely, kissing your forehead and the top of your head repeatedly in her drowsy state.

“Mama…” you mutter against her shoulder and Wanda giggles into your soft hair, her hand raising to the side of your head and cradling you closer so she could kiss down your temple to your cheek and then to your lips.

Her fingers run down to your chin and she tilts your head up to watch your sleepy face awaken. “Good morning, my sweet girl,” she greets with a gentle smile, her very voice filled with the pleasure and pride of being able to have you wake up in her arms.

You lift yourself from the bed high enough to wrap your arms around her neck and hug her against you. Your nose rubs against the warm crook of her neck and your lips graze against her soft skin, trying to take her in in any way you can.

Her hand moves around to the back of your head and she ducks her head down to kiss your bare shoulder. “Are you excited for today, angel?” she asks.

You quickly nod and hug her tighter. “I get to have mommy all to myself,” you say.

“Baby, you always have me all to yourself.”

“But sometimes work has you better.”

It’s a slightly misstructured sentence, but Wanda understands. She always understands. “Oh, I know,” she whispers. She pulls away and cradles the side of your face with her hand, her thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. “I know it gets hard when mommy’s away, but I’m always yours, honey.”

Your eyes gleam happily and Wanda smiles.

“But today…” she says with a large smile, moving her hands down to your hips and carefully helping you sit up and straddle her as she moves onto her back. “Today is a special day.”

Her hands run up your sides and her smile widens when you giggle at the way her fingers tickle you until they run down your arms and reach your hands. She holds your hands and squeezes them.

“Do you know why it’s such a special day, bunny?” she asks, moving your hands from side to side.

“Because it’s mommy’s day off! No work!” you exclaim, bouncing happily on top of her.

Wanda sits up and wraps her arms around your shoulders before laying back down and bringing you down with her, peppering kisses against your face and your neck, making you laugh as she grinned against you.

“Mommy’s day off!” you cheer repetitively between giggles.

“That’s right, baby,” she concedes, then lays her head down onto the pillow to look up at you but not before you give her a kiss. “Now, be honest with mommy. Do you want yummy green vegetables for breakfast? Or yucky chocolate chip pancakes?”

You make a face that makes Wanda laugh before you protest, “No, I don’t want vegetables, mama. I want pancakes.”

Wanda puts on a curious expression. “Really?” she teases, to which you nod insistently. “No, I think my sweet baby wants vegetables.”

“No!” you argue then squeeze her shoulders with your hands and lay your head against her chest. “Please, I want pancake.”

Your pleading makes Wanda laugh and she hugs her arms around you as she sits back up. She kisses the side of your head and you lift your gaze to meet her eyes. “Okay,” she says. “Pancakes for my little girl.”

The whole way down to the kitchen, you cheer and babble on about how excited you are for pancakes, clinging onto mommy’s body with your arms around her waist while she hugs you close.

You sit at the dining table patiently while mommy puts together the things for breakfast. Then she turns and asks, “Will you come help mama cook the pancakes, honey? You can decorate them and I’ll do the flipping.”

Wanda has her arms wrapped around your body, her chin resting on your shoulder while you decorate the pancakes with messy shapes, some of them made of chocolate chips, blueberries, or other toppings and fruits, while mommy cooks the pancakes and flips them. She says working on the stove without her help is dangerous for little girls like you.

Anyways, you likes it more when she hugs you from behind, telling you what pretty patterns you’ve made on the pancakes instead of cooking all on your own.

For breakfast, you sit on Wanda’s lap swinging your legs happily while she feeds you the syrup-drizzled pancakes. She cleans your mouth with a napkin once you’re finished eating and you hug mommy around the shoulders while she eats her breakfast, still sitting on her lap while the two of you talk about how you’ll spend the rest of the day together.

You help clean up a little when breakfast is done, putting away the fruits and pancake toppings while mommy does the dishes.

After you finish helping clean up, you ask hastily in a quick spurt of words that are barely distinguishable from one another, “Mommy-where-are-the-crayons?”

But mommy always understands.

“I think they’re under the coffee table in the living room, honey,” she replies while she’s washing one of the glasses you used.

You come back to the kitchen a few minutes later while Wanda’s now wiping down the counters, and you show her the sheet of paper you’d been working on while she was cleaning. “Drawed it,” you say simply, tipping your head up in pride as you show her your drawing.

Wanda puts the paper towel down and turns to you, immediately cooing out an adoring, “Oh, princess!”

You hand your colouring sheet to her and she takes it with both hands. She looks over your drawing with so much reverence in her pretty green eyes. “Is this you?” she asks, pointing to a drawing of a stick figure with bunny ears.

“Yep! And that’s mommy,” you say, then point to a slightly taller stick figure with pretty hair and a happy smile.

Pointing to a drawing of what looks like a kind of animal, she asks, “And what’s this here?”

“Giraffe.”

“With an elephant trunk?”

With a happy nod, you reply, “Mhm!”

“This is very, very sweet, bunny,” she says in a gentle tone that makes you stand straight, feeling all proud to be mama’s creative little baby. “This should go on the fridge. Right up on the fridge where everyone can see how talented and sweet my baby is.” She looks through a drawer in the living room then comes back to the kitchen with a magnet.

You watch happily as she puts it up on the fridge with a magnet shaped like a little blue bunny. Then you hug mommy around the waist and kiss her cheek.

“My talented little girl,” she coos then turns to cup your face with both hands. “So sweet for you to draw mommy such a pretty picture. Should I braid your hair as a treat? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please!” you answer, your smile widening when Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead.

In the living room you sit on Wanda’s lap while she braids your hair, one of your favourite cartoons playing on the television. She has to tell you to sit still a few times, but you can’t help how excited you feel.

You feel so happy and warm, your mind filled with sparkles and all things warm and soft, and you’re so happy to be spending mommy’s day off with her and having such a yummy breakfast and drawing a picture mommy loved. Now you’re watching a cartoon and eating some of the chocolate chips you used for the pancakes while mommy’s braiding your hair while telling you what a pretty and obedient girl you are.

Everything just feels so good and safe.

When she’s finished, she takes a few photos of your hair and shows it to you. “Okay, bunny, look,” Wanda says then wraps an arm around your tummy and has you lean back against her. She lifts her phone and shows you the pictures she took.

You gasp and lean forward. “Mommy, that looks so pretty!” you say. You turn in her lap, making Wanda giggle because of how you have to wiggle around to eventually get your knees on either side of her thighs and hug her. “Thank you!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers, setting her phone down to embrace you. Her hand rubs your back soothingly. “You’re welcome. I was happy to do it for you.”

The two of you cuddle with each other for a few moments before Wanda says, “Let’s take a picture together with your pretty hair, princess. Sit just like that.”

You nod and lay your head on mama’s chest while still sitting on her lap, turning so you were showing your face to the camera. Wanda lifts her phone and angles it so she can get your braids in the picture. She kisses the top of your head and you smile widely before she takes the photo.

It makes you all happy when you watch her set the photo to her phone’s lockscreen.

“Mommy wants to dress this pretty little body up,” she says, tilting her head down to see you flush at her words while her hands squeezed your sides softly.

“Mama…” you mutter bashfully and bury your face in her chest.

She kisses your forehead. “I can dress you up in that pretty dress you like, honey. The pink one with the frills.”

You lift your head, perking up at the mention of the dress. “Really, mommy?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Of course,” she replies. “I can take pretty pictures of my beautiful princess and her cute little braids.” She loops a braid around her finger playfully.

You dart up from her lap and scramble to your feet to which Wanda tells you to be careful. You turn back and help mama up by tugging at her hand, and you lead her upstairs to your playroom.

For the next little while, you try on a bunch of mama’s expensive jewellery and your pretty dresses covered in lace and frills and sparkles. You twirl around and pose while Wanda giggles at you, taking pictures of her little girl all proud and dressed-up.

When you’re about to take off your pretend tiara and mommy’s jewellery, Wanda holds you to her chest after putting her phone down. “My pretty little princess,” she whispers against the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mommy. More than anything in the whole world.”

You close your eyes, feeling so happy and warm being hers. She takes your hands and wraps your arms around her waist. Her hands return to your back and she begins to sway softly.

After a moment, the two of you are dancing in the middle of your playroom amongst all the dresses and stuffies you posed with earlier, the room becoming a grand ballroom just for the two of you.

Your head rests on Wanda’s chest while she hums a soft tune, your eyes closed as she plays with the ends of your hair. You raise your head from her chest and tip your head up, allowing mommy to kiss your lips. Then, with her thumb rubbing against your chin, she kisses your cheeks and up the bridge of your nose, your temples, your forehead, everywhere, and even your ears, which makes you giggle.

“Let me help you get changed, sweet girl,” she whispers, then carefully takes your earrings off while you continue to cling to her. She gets you out of the dress and changes you into your pajamas, a pink and blue set with little cats on them.

Mommy holds your hand while you follow her downstairs to watch a movie together. She says it’s your turn to pick, even though she knows you’ve picked the movie the last two times.

Even if you weren’t dressed up like one, being in mama’s arms always made you feel like a real princess; you didn’t need the braids or the pampering or the dresses although you love them too.

All you would ever really need is Wanda.

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tipsyleaf · 6 days

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When Violet was around 2/3, Leon decided to take the two most important girls in the world out for Valentine’s Day.

He came home from work early, a large bouquet of pink tulips and peonies in his hand for you, making you blush and giggle at his sweet gesture like a little girl. But of course he couldn’t forget about his little violet! Leon just had to get his girl a tiny bouquet of wild violets, a purple little bow wrapped around the green stems.

To say that Violet absolutely loved them was an understatement, that girl practically tucked in her flowers every night next to her for the past week.

Leon surprised the three of you and went to the most luxurious restaurant he could find near the two of you. (I feel like he makes quite the pretty penny, but that’s just my opinion!) You and Violet were wearing matching blue dresses, a signiture pink ribbon wrapped around the waist of the dress, two tiny little pigtails on violets head with blue bows.

To say he wasn’t staring at the two of you the entire time was an understatement. His eyes would follow every move of your glossy lips, how you looked at him with so much love in your eyes as he talked, the candles giving you a pretty sparkle. And god, he couldn’t forget about his little flower, his violet. She was just the cutest thing in the world. Playing around with her stuffed bunny plushies while mommy and daddy were acting like two teenagers in love.

- Anon! 🎀

The thought of Leon calling his little girl his little flower has me weeping uncontrollably so thanks for that! And yes, Leon works for the government ofc he makes good money.

The entire dinner it's like you two are love sick puppies. With Leon, he treats you well through the entire time you've been together from first date to however long you've been married he's always been the romantic mushy type for his wife. And he's always just as loving as a father.

And it be super funny watching you two have a nice meal while Violet destroys some chicken tenders and Mac and cheese in her toddler chair. And just hearing her little voice go "ew" and "yucky" every time daddy kisses mommy or mommy leans on daddy. An pouting every time mommy gets a kiss but SHE doesn't??

Violet would make a homemade card for both her parents she in daycare. But even a 3 year olds drawing talents are limited. And the pictures on the cards she drew for each of you were simple. Just a little dog with a bow for her daddy and a bunny with a tie for mommy. But she'd also tape a little piece of candy she stashed away from the last time she went grocery shopping with daddy once she got home... Which was mostly stuck to the card once she was done with said tape. But it's the thought that counts.

I'd imagine once you two got home you'd put Violet to bed and spend some alone time together. Maybe slow dance to your wedding song in the living room and take a nice bubble bath together. Just enjoy each other's presence and time together. Give Leon his gift(s) (😉), some kind of fancy waxing kit for his motorcycle he keeps putting off buying because of how much they cost. But he deserves something he wants.

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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"Don't Feel Good, daddy!"

Dad!austin

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Austin could tell your daughter felt a tiny bit warm as he sat on the side of her bed and rubbed her back to rouse her. "Hi sweet girl. Did you sleep good?" Usually, your and Austin's daughter would smile at him as soon as she woke up, he told you it was an every day thing for him and her. But for some reason she just frowned and whined at him.

That's weird he thought as he rubbed her arms. "Ready to go to school, bug? See all your friends?" Your daughter Ivy just whined and snuggled into Austin's shoulder. She felt horrible as soon as she woke up. Now that she was coming back to consciousness, her head hurt, she felt nauseous and she had a sore throat. "Nooo daddy! Stay home with yoooou." Your daughter knew Austin usually stayed home to do meetings over zoom and business calls from your home now that your daughter was in school. He definitely slowed down some but he needed to get things done today.

Austin just thought she wanted to spend the day at home watching cartoons and playing outside. "Oh baby, I'm sorry you want to be with daddy but daddy's gotta make money to be able to get you all of your nice toys and things. I'll be there to pick you up today though." Ivy whined, she just wanted someone to understand she felt yucky.

Maybe mama? "MAMA!" She yelled, ignoring the ache in her throat. "Mama's at work sweetie. I know, I'm sorry but we gotta get going bubs, here do you want the flamingo shirt or your koala shirt?" Ivy groaned and after a few minutes, picked the flamingo shirt. "okay, green or purple pants, bubba?" She picked her favorite ones.

At breakfast, little Ivy laid her head down on the kitchen table and whined at whatever Austin offered her for breakfast. "Here baby, if you eat breakfast, even just a little bit, I'll take you to get a cakepop on the way home from school?" He bribed.

Ivy didn't want the cakepop, her tummy felt all swirly. "No, daddy, no!" Austin sighed and packed an extra packet of muffins in her lunch box for later if she got hungry and planned to tell her teacher about them once he dropped her off.

"Alright bunny, let's go get your shoes. Go, go, go." Ivy just started silently crying when she was putting her shoes on.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Austin asked, picking up Ivy and fixing her velcro shoes. "Don't feel good daddy, please don't make me go." Austin sighed. "Ivy, can you just try for daddy please? If you still don't feel good by lunch time, go to the nurse and I'll come get you okay?" He figured it was just hunger pains and she would feel better once she got to school. Ivy just whined and shoved her face into Austin's shoulder.

Austin had just put Ivy in her car seat and started the car when Ivy knew what was about to happen. She was going to throw up. She tried to call out before she gagged, "DA-!" Austin turned around just in time to to fling his hand out under her chin and bring up what little vomit she could get up.

"Shit, it's okay baby, you're okay." Austin turned on the car phone and dialed your phone. "Hello?"

"Hey babe, we've had a rough morning. Ivy's not going to school today." Austin said as he waited with his hand cupped under Ivy's chin, waiting to see if she'll gag again.

"Why? Is she okay?" Austin groaned, "She just threw up. She was a little warm when she woke up. I'm just gonna take her inside and get her changed. Good job, baby you're okay."

You felt so bad for your baby girl. "Ivy, are you okay sweetie?" Ivy gasped when she recognized your voice coming out of the cars speakers. "Mommy?"

"Yeah baby, are you feeling icky?" Ivy nodded. "Yeah... frew up in daddy's hand... didn't mean to." She said, looking to Austin with a pout. Austin gave his daughter a small smile. "It's alright baby, daddy's gonna take you inside and get you back in your jammies. You two are gonna relax together for the day and then I'll see you later tonight okay?" Ivy nodded again. "Wuv 'oo mama." Austin smiled. "Love you too baby." you said before instructing Austin to text you updates and hanging up.

"C'mon, sickie, let's go back to bed okay? Daddy's sorry he almost made you go to school sick." Ivy snuggled up to her dad's shoulder. "It otay."

A few hours later after a big nap and crackers, while Ivy was watching a show, she remembered what her daddy promised her. "Daddy... cake pop?" Austin chuckled. "We'll see if mama can bring you home one when you're feeling better alright, princess?"

@mooodyblue

#dad!austin #austin butler fanfic #dad austin butler #sickfic #kiwiswriting

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littlelunarislavender · 14 days

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Terms of affection!

A list of pet names I've gathered up, and my personal feelings on them!

💔 Please don't use this on me if I'm regressed, I don't like it!

☔️ I think it's an okay name, I'm okay being called it if you didn't know any better ones!

🪁 I really like this one, please use it!

🫂 ONLY IF WE FRIENDS! I really like it! Otherwise it feels yucky. (Same ranking as 🌙 but friend exclusive!)

🌙 MY ABSOLUTELY FAVOURITES!!

Buddy.🪁

Bud.🪁

Kiddo.🪁

Kid.🪁

Child.☔️

Lil/Little guy.☔️

Lil/Little girl.💔

Big guy.💔

Rockstar. ☔️

Prince.💔

Princess.💔

Sweetpea.☔️

Sweetheart.☔️

Sweetie.🪁

Pumpkin.☔️

Cupcake.☔️

Little one.🌙

Small.☔️

Starlight.🪁

Moonlight.🫂

Sunshine.☔️

Baby.🪁

Bebé.🪁

Hun.🪁

Honey.🪁

Bun/Bunny.🌙

Pup.🪁

Kitten.💔

Witchlet.🌙

Owlet.🪁

Youngling.☔️

Feel free to have your own list, or add onto it! ^^ Remember this is just what I'm comfortable with, not everyone will be the same!

#sfw agere #age regression #age regressor #agere #agere blog #agere community #sfw regression #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace #pet names #Nicknames #ramblings #:3

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Okay so maybe you could do something like ‘somebody’s bullying the reader like Angela does to El and then they goes little when they get home and eddies just there like “it’s okay” and it’s really sweet’ 🥺 also I am in love with your writing!!!

Bully's suck

Content - bullying, bigspace but not for long, swearing, bottles, onesies, soft toys, dummy use, cuddles.

Summary - your presentation didn’t go very well but eddie is there for you.

Authors note - I hope you enjoyed this! I'm assuming that you meant when el was giving her presentation so sorry if I've got it wrong, apologies to anyone called ashley it's based of someone from my old secondary school. Hope you enjoy<3

Your presentation had gone awfully.

The people in your class were horrible about your project, you hadn't seen a problem with it but one of the girls in your classroom had.

Ashley was a bitch. She always had been.

Ever since primary school she had held a grudge against you, you had no idea why but there was nothing you could do to stop it.

She had criticised your assignment in front of everyone and your teacher hadn't done anything to defend you. What was wrong with these people.

It had ruined your day.

Now as you were driving back to the trailer you shared with your boyfriend eddie. He had skipped today much to your dismay.

As soon as you crossed the threshold you felt all your attempts at keeping your little side away shut down. "Daddy!" You called out for eddie needing his comfort.

As soon as he heard you voice he got up from the bed and made his way to the living room. "Angel are you ok, what happened?" He said walking over to you and pulling you into his arms.

"People are mean daddy, ashley made fun of my writing" you sobbed wetting his hellfire shirt "oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry you can't listen to her ok?, she's not a nice girl. Nothing she says matters yeah?" He told you stroking your hair out of your face "You pwomise?" You said looking up at him with tear filled eyes.

"I promise honey" "ok" "let's get you out of these yucky clothes honey" he said picking you up and bringing you to your bedroom.

After putting you in a light pink onesie he went to get you a bottle and your dummy cuddling into your bunny you lied you head one the pillow still feeling lightly uneasy about your day.

Once he came back he lied down next to you gently pressing the bottle to your lips you instantly started to suck at the milk curling into his side.

"It's ok little angel, you are smart you are kind and you are amazing" he whispered to you stroking your hair back making you giggle at the compliments "fank you dada" you said slipping further.

"It's ok honey, relax dada has you."

#daddy!eddie #little!reader #eddie munson x female reader #caregiver #sfw age regression #age regression reader #little reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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tinytinybumblebee · 6 months

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ack thank youthankyou for being ok with getting these hcs!! It’s just a long ask is all and I didn’t wanna like. Destroy your inbox and I also don’t really wanna come off anon to do a submission because my softness for agere is something I’d rather keep to myself, people can be nasty about it :( but yeah here are some of my bby astarion hcs!!

• Regresses from 3 months to 2 years

favored nicknames include little star (since that’s what his name means and all), prince/little prince, starshine, starlight, and ofc the classic baby boy

teethes like a baby shark in that he must investigate everything with his mouth! If he’s feeling especially little as well he’s not good at asking his cg for much of anything so if he’s hungry he’s going to be nibbling at them and whining all the while. Pacifier very necessary with him, he definitely needs a clip so he never loses it

I play by the rules that vampires can better pass for living people the more well-fed on blood they are and having enough blood reactivates some body processes like warmth, a false heartbeat, breathing, and digestion for nonblood things so basically what I’m saying is if he has enough blood in his system he can have some normal baby treats. He likes bottles of milk with vanilla and honey, and all kinds of red berries mashed up for him to enjoy, like strawberries, raspberries, cranberries, etc. Those are his favorite treats:)

Some little ones encourage their cgs to discipline them but astarion is not one of those. No discipline, please, just give him a stern-talking to, he’ll get so upset at anything else

Because he’s astarion with his massive ego no matter how much he trusts someone he represses his tiny side a lot and is pretty embarrassed about it, but the right actions from his designated cg can make him drop like that.

Picks one designated cg and that’s it, no one else. Will pitch a fit if separated even for a moment

He likes to be held, cuddled, anything that has him close to his cg. Rocking him is an instant happy boy.

Some little ones never say anything about needing a diaper change and must be checked constantly. He is NOT one of those little ones. When he has an accident it will be known, he hates how yucky it feels and will immediately start whining and crying

He’s a big crybaby but he recovers fast. Usually it’s just when his cg pushes the right button then bam tears stop instantly.

Doesn’t really do toys, he doesn’t get them… he just wants dada/mama. The things he does like to play with are his blankie, his one special stuffy (a floppy white bunny) and puppets and rattles if his carer is waving them at him

Brush his hair, give him baths, button his clothes, dress him, change him, ultimate sign of trust because of his horrible background is when he lets his cg interact with his clothes, especially undressing him. But it takes time to get there, such as the first few times they had to give him a bath he shrieked like a banshee but was distracted with words of reassurance and kisses

Loves to be praised!! Call him a brave little boy or tell him how pretty he is or how happy he makes you, he will be such a happy boy

Giggles+wiggles!! When he’s happy he squirms and giggles and babbles, oh boy does he babble, little Astarion and big Astarion have one thing in common and it’s that they’re soooo chatty

Must be held at all times and NEVER to be left alone. Especially while sleeping, waking up without his carer in arm’s reach is a one way track to meltdown town for good reason

Must be the most precious, delicate and adorable thing in the room at all times. Will also never willingly share his carer.

Big Astarion hates being coddled but baby Astarion? coddle coddle coddle, must treat like he’s made of glass

When he’s big he will deny literally everything that happened when he was little but rest assured he treasures every last minute of it.

Grabby hands all the way! Grabby hands at everything he wants… most of the time that would be mama/dada

Doesn’t like reminders of his vampirism when little, just whatever is instinct to him but he doesn’t like thinking about much else

Loves aaaaaall the little gear. He is not the type to want to regress with whatever is lying around, he wants all the diapers and onesies and strollers and what have you, whatever keeps him as removed from his adult life as possible

That’s just some of what I have!! I’m so sorry for this absolute monster of an ask, your blog just inspires me so much I’m such a big fan <33

WAAAAAAA oh my goodness these are absolutely phenomenal aaaAAAAA 🥺💖💖💖💖 rotating these in my mind forever now!!!

Thank you so so much for sharing these😭💖 Bby Astarion deserves all the coddling and loving praise aaaaAAAAAAAAA

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #bg3 #Astarion #ageredips

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mydarllinglover · 9 months

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Alone || Bed-Time Tales

"How are my poorly babies doing?" Natalia asked, carrying soup into the twins room, Archie was tucked up with Bambi, in her bed, Daryl was sat beside them, making sure they were all cosy, whilst Evie was laying cold flannels on their foreheads, Dog layed his head on the end of the girls bed.

"They're fighting it." Daryl told her. "Kids are Dixons."

“They’re also Moores, thats what scares me.” She muttered, chewing her nail.

"It seems pretty easy to pass through." Evie explained. "The main concerns are their fevers and considering they've never even had a cold before, their immune systems are gonna be pretty weak, they need to gain their strength and stay hydrated."

"That's okay, you can both eat your veggies, and Mommy's gonna find out what special remedy's are gonna make my angels feel better." Natalia shoved Daryl off the bed, taking his spot, giving her kids kisses on their cheeks.

Evie grimaced at her father, who just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head.

"I've been gone for days, they get a lil sniffle, and all this?" She grumbled.

"Mommy, I don't like green food, it's yucky." Bambi pouted, holding tight to her bunny.

"Yuck." Archie stuck his tongue out.

"Yeah, they might be, but they're gonna make you big an strong, an' Daddy'll make them taste so good you can't even notice that they're veg." Daryl bypassed Evie's comment.

"That's okay, Daddy, you're not the best at cooking, but Mommy is." Bambi patted his hand, letting him down gently.

"Yeah, you weren't around when she wasn't." Evie grimaced.

"Alright, I want you two to get some rest, and stay in bed, Mommy is gonna take some soup to Auntie Ro's and make sure she's okay, and Daddy is gonna stay here and make sure my sick babies are taken care of when I'm away." She then turned to Daryl, her smile dropping and her brows narrowing. "Aren't you."

"Y-yeah, yes." He cleared his throat. "I got it, alright, ain't nothin' gon' happen to 'em."

"Bye-bye." She kissed their heads, again. "Mommy loves you, I'm gonna be right back, okay? I love you."

"Love you, Mommy."

"Bye-bye Momma." Archie waved his little hand, twirling his hair in the other.

"Aunt Nat, Daisy's trying to use the stove, again!" RJ called from the kitchen.

"Daisy Caroline, get your ass out of that kitchen!" She shouted down, pointing at her husband before talking to him. "Daryl, don't let him do that, it'll tangle into a huge knot, and he's not gonna like it when I have to brush it out. I'm gonna swing by the cell, too, make sure they're actually feeding Lydia, hopefully convince her to leave, too." Natalia told him, as she got up from the bed, and heading out of the room, ignorant to the huff and puff her husband let out as he resumed his seat, gently pulling his son's hand out of his hair.

"Wait, why's Lydia in the cells?" Evie asked Daryl.

"Your boyfriend attacked her, that woman yer mom kept arguing with, she was killed by Negan when he was helping her, an' she's beating herself up about it." He explained, in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion from the six year old.

"Who, Gage?" She gasped.

"Yeah, that prick." He scowled, leaning his chin on his fist, as he ran his thumb along his youngest kids cheeks, as they fell back asleep.

"Daddy, Mommy told us to come up here so you could watch us, but she said we're not allowed in the room." Daisy stood at her doorway, staying beyond the door, RJ was stood beside her.

"Yeah, stay away from yer brother an' sister, you don' wanna come in here and catch this nasty bug." He nodded. "Yer Mom leave yet?"

"Yeah, said not to follow her." She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, Eve, why don' you-"

"Can't, gotta go handle something." Evie stood up from the chair in the corner of the twins room, rushing out to leave.

"Eve?" He hissed after her, but she was already out of ear shot.

"She's a wild one." Daisy shook her head, folding her arms.

"Says you." RJ looked at her.

"Daisy, shush or I'll puke on you." Bambi fluttered her lashes as she failed to sleep, with all the noise. "Daddy, can you tell us a story, please?"

"Don' you wanna go sleep?" He asked, picking at his nails.

"No she doesn't, Daddy I want a story too, remember me, your other kid."

"My Mommy tells me stories about the brave man."

"Yeah, and our Mommy never tells us stories about her, I want to hear about Mommy." Daisy pitched in, again.

"Alright, alright, how 'bout I tell you a story about both of yer Moms."

"Okay." The three cheered, though, Bambi's was a lot weaker.

"Back at the prison."

"The one in Georgia." Daisy added.

"Shush." She was hushed by not only her twin sister, but also the boy sat beside her.

"Dadda." Archie outstretched his arms, per usual, wanting a cuddle, cause he didn't know what else was going on, but his father obliged, picking the boy up and resting him on his lap.

"Alright, so, it started out with this one kid, Patrick, me an' yer Mom, we spoke to him, only that morning, he thanked us both for this huge feast we brought back, that we kept palming the thanks off to each other, this was before yer Mom took a liking to me."

"Did you have a crush on Mommy?" Bambi asked.

"Yeah." He chuckled, untangling Archie's hair with his fingers. "I hadda big crush on Mommy, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen on the planet, an' for a while now. Anyway, so whilst we were all asleep, Patrick, the illness had started, and he died in his sleep, an' you know what happens when you die, right?"

"Yeah! You become a walker." Daisy answered.

"Right, an' the bad news was that, cause it was at night, and everyone was asleep, no one knew, so he just went about feasting on the people around 'im, and no one knew to stop him, until the next morning, when the other people woke up to the walkers coming at 'em. So they started screaming, me, Momma/ Aunt Nat, Uncle Rick, Uncle Glenn, an' Aunt Sasha, we raced over to check what was going on, the whole area was under attack, but it was all people who didn't have a clue what ta do, an' It was yer Momma that was saving all the kids, she was, she's incredible, faster than me and Rick, she had it, we were just back up. Anyway, we eventually found out what had happened, that an illness was breaking out around the prison. We had nothing to help these people, and they were thinning out, we had a murder case on our hands, our fences were falling down, people were dropping like flies, it was a mess."

"What happened with the fences?" RJ asked.

"'Cause of the gunshots, attracted a whole buncha walkers, they were clinging onto the fences, tryna tear them down, an' it was already bad before that, we were struggling to keep 'em up, when Nat, she had the idea of using the sick piggies, luring them out, letting the walkers go after them, whilst they fixed the fences, so me an' Uncle Rick, we rode out and did that, see, she don' think Rick gave her any credit for that, but he did, he told me, he always gave yer Aunt credit." He spoke to RJ. "They loved each other a lot, respected each other, but Jesus did they argue, like a pair of siblings, just as bad as these two." He nodded to the twins. "Well, anyway, Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha got sick, an' they were in quarantine."

"What's Quaran tin?" Daisy asked.

"Its uh, it's a place that very sick people go, so that they don't get other people sick." He told her, slightly loosing attention when something out of the twin's bedroom window caught his eye.

"Then what happened?" Bambi asked, when he got up from the bed, staring out the glass now, his brows furrowed.

"Uh, how 'bout I finish this story later." He said, putting Archie back down on the bed. "Think Aunt Carol's up to somethin' stupid, again."

"But, Daddy, you haven't finished the story" Daisy complained.

"I know, sweetheart, I will later, need ya to all wait here for yer Momma or sister, 'kay, tell her Daddy had to take care of something important."

"Mommy says to not leave us unattended, we're only little." Bambi told him.

"When I was yer age, my old man left me at home for weeks on end, ma mom was always at work or asleep, you'll be fine, just sit still an'... talk about Math, or something. Dog, come on, boy." He told them, stepping over the kids at the door, and jogging down the stairs, only thinking about what the hell Carol could be doing, wanting to leave Alexandria, Dog excitedly followed behind him.

"We're six, what the hell do we know about Math?" Daisy asked the other two kids.

"I don't think Daddy knows what we do in School." Bambi shrugged, shaking her head as she gently led Archie to lay back down with her.

"Your Dad's not very responsible." RJ told them.

"At least we have a dad, RJ." Daisy snapped back at the poor boy.

"Daisy, I'm gonna throw up again." Bambi warned her.

"Okay?"

"So pass me the bin!"

"Okay!" She rolled her eyes, covering her mouth whilst she entered her own bedroom, reaching for the bin.

"I feel like utter shit." Rosita groaned, sitting up, after barfing into her own bin for the past five minutes straight. "it's making me feel worse knowing the kids are going through it, too."

"We all get a stomach bug, they'll live." Natalia told her, letting go off the ponytail of hair she had been holding, for her friend.

"Thanks, by the way, Nat." Rosita told her, giving her a weak smile.

"Hey, its fine, I got you, always, remember how you helped me when I was pregnant with the twins?"

"You were awful." She laughed.

"Yeah, I was." Natalia agreed. "But hey, at least you don't scream and shout at me, like I did to you."

"You were so mean, kinda glad you were in the woods when you had Archie."

"Oh, I think I was much better when I was Pregnant with him, I only had one baby, and I had the kids constantly around me, couldn't do much to lash out on anyone."

"I missed you, when you were gone, so bad."

"I missed you, too."

"You never came to visit." She leaned against her headboard, Natalia climbed in beside her. "I thought that you might, y'know, to see Maggie, to see me and Tara, but you never did, I really wished you would."

"I know, I'm sorry." Natalia brushed through a strand of Rosita's hair, beginning to braid it.

"I never came to see you, because I thought you wanted to just be left alone, Tara said that if you wanted to be around people, you would be around people, that the both of you just needed space, time to mourn, not just Rick, but everyone and everything, take off all the weight you both been carrying this whole thing."

"I wanted to see you, I did..."

"But you never came."

"I know." She sighed, "I was just so fucking busy, and with Daryl, I just... I couldn't leave, not at that point, he needed that break, I needed to be around just my kids, it was selfish, but I just... I didn't know how much more I had left in me."

"Yeah, I get that." Rosita Whispered.

"Eat your soup, before it gets cold." Natalia told her.

"Yes, Mom." She teased, dipping her spoon into the soup Natalia and Daisy made together, but when she brought it to her lips, sipping the liquid, she pulled a sour face, desperately trying to neutralise it though. "Oh, wow, oh wow, can I guess who added the salt?" She wheezed, accepting the glass of water Natalia passed her.

"Daisy insisted Auntie Ro loves her salt, and Daisy knows Auntie Ro so much more than Mommy." Natalia recounted, in air quotes. "Let's just say Bam and Arch will be having something else for dinner, to make them feel better."

"Oh, yeah, but I can have this." Rosita scowled.

"Hey, I couldn't get away with leaving it, and you need at least something. Daisy'll be asking you how much you liked her soup, when you're better."

"And I'll be telling her it's the best damned thing I've ever eaten, in my life."

"Good girl." Natalia nodded approvingly.

"Y'know, I always wanted a little girl, a daughter, since I was little." Rosita told her. "Obviously that was before I realised I was in love with a woman, Tara and me, we were talking about it, only a few weeks before..." She started to choke up. "Said we'd have dibs on the next orphan, I don't think she really wanted a kid, guess she only agreed with it because that's what I wanted. I miss her, so much."

"I know." Natalia rested her head on her friends, holding her comfortingly. "We all miss her, she was amazing, she was... she was Tara."

Natalia eventually went home, letting Rosita sleep, but made sure to let the woman know that she'd return every few hours to make sure she was okay and on the mend.

"Kids? Daryl? I'm home!"

"Mommy, we're up here, still." Daisy called down to her.

"Where's your father?" She called up, heading up the stairs, spotting Daisy and RJ looking rather bored as they sat in front of the Twins bedroom.

"Daddy said he had to go stop Aunt Carol from doing something stupid." She answered.

"So he left the four of you unattended to go do something stupid?" She clarified.

"He told us to sit and think about math." RJ added.

"You're babies, what the hell do you know about math?" Natalia furrowed her brows, stepping over the two kids to check in with the other pair, who were sound asleep.

"That's what we said!" Daisy threw her hands up in the air, frustrated.

Natalia swept back Archies curls, feeling his forehead, that still felt rather hot, Bambi's was the same.

"Where's Evie?" She asked, stepping over the two once more, heading towards the bathroom to fetch two freshly cold flannels.

"Said she had to go deal with something."

"Wait, wait, hang on, let me get this straight." Natalia paused.

"Not only did Daddy, who said he would watch you, kids, his kids, his sick and young kids, decide to leave, but your sister did, as well?"

"No, Mommy, Evie left first." Daisy answered.

"Ho!” Natalia scoffed loudly, heading back towards the bedroom. "So he purposefully left you guys alone?"

"Is Daddy in trouble, is he gonna be grounded?"

"Yes, your father is in deep, deep trouble, do you know where he went, when he'll be back."

Daisy shook her head.

"Uncle Daryl said he would finish his story later." RJ let her know.

"Uncle Daryl might not be alive to do that, honey."

"Why isn't Daddy gonna be alive, Is Aunt Carol going to kill him?" Bambi, who had stirred awake, only moments ago, asked.

"No, baby, I'm going to kill him, go back to sleep."

"My mommy's actually killed people, she's so gonna kill my dad." Daisy whispered rather loudly to RJ.

"I wouldn't wanna be Uncle Daryl when he gets back."

"Daisy Caroline, you and Richard are going to be sleeping in your sister's room, tonight." Natalia turned on them.

"But, Mommy-"

"Go make yourselves comfortable, I'll be starting dinner in an hour, oh, and I'll be bringing your bedtime things down in a bit, I don't want to catch you going through their things, Daisy."

"I wasn't gonna." The girl rolled her eyes, folding her arms as the two young children stomped down the stairs.

Natalia was chopping vegetables when the front door sounded, the tapping of paws against the floor told her who it was.

Dog greeted her excitedly, jumping at the counter to see what she was doing, whilst Daryl strolled in.

"How's Rosita?" He asked.

Natalia ignored him, but her knifework got more aggressive, the carrot she was chopping was getting tinier and tinier.

"She okay?" He pushed, approaching her side.

She slammed the knife down, the hilt of it stabbing into the chopping board, staying upright on it's own, she then moved away, tossing a bowl of pasta into a pan of boiling water.

"You ain't talking to me?"

The next job was squeezing up tomato's blending them up for the sauce.

"Nat."

"Daryl, you fucking- don't, just piss off, okay, go." She turned to him, glaring daggers, pouring her anger into her sauce.

"What's yer problem?"

"I can't believe you." She shook her head.

"Hey, talk to me." He took the tomato's away from her.

"Our children are up there, sick. Ill, very, very ill. I asked if you could do one thing, just one thing! Be with our kids, stay with them, so I could help our friend." She pointed between the both of them. "And you couldn't do that! I have to come home to all four of them, alone, by themselves, because you wandered off! What the hell is wrong with you, Daisy and Bambi are six years old! They are babies, Archie is a literal baby, you left a one year old alone with his sisters, that can't even tell their lefts from their rights, and RJ, he's not our kid, Daryl! Which means, we can't make decisions, like leaving him unintended, if something were to happen, that is our responsibility and we, who we have to explain to Michonne if anything happens to him, do you not understand any of this? You are a father? It is your job to protect those kids, and as my husband, it's your job to do as I say! Not go gallivanting with your best friend whenever you feel like it! What if something were to happen, what if- what if our sick children, what if one of them were to have dropped dead-"

"Natalia!" He warned.

"No, Daryl! I am still talking. Our child drops dead, then they come back, they start on the other one, heading for the next, do you think Daisy could kill her own siblings, that a six year old can do that? Do you, cause I don't think she can, and I definitely know for a fact that RJ couldn't. Here's another scenario, the man, that had it out for us, kept me and you as prisoners, treated as dirt, because he wanted us as his "pets." he's just escaped, no one can find him, what would happen if I came home, and he was stood over our children with a knife, with a gun, with a pole. Or, his bat? Because, y'know, we are the ones who helped defeat him and his people, and had him locked up in a cage! Oh, yeah, we're at war, right now, with a crazy person and her clan of crazy people, who have been witnessed to do crazy shit, she knows us, she knows our faces, she knows we have kids, you especially know she's not above killing kids-"

"We took one of her people." He interrupted her.

She blinked, then again, then her face morphed into confusion.

"What?"

"Carol was sneaking off to go look for her horde, couldn't let her go by herself, stuff went down, now we got one of her people in the cell, Nat, I'm sorry, I had ta go."

"Oh, I'm aware of how high you have Carol on your list of importance, I just didn't realise where your kids were, till now."

"She lost her kid, Nat! You have no idea what she's going through, she's unstab-"

"There is no fucking way you just said that to me, right now." She cut him off. "I can fully understand and sympathise with her pain and her loss, and I get why she is so hellbent on this, but it's not your job or your place to act like her damn babysitter, dropping everything to run to her side, you have your own children you should be babysitting. If Carol's so determined on killing Alpha and finding this horde, that is her decision and her mission, not yours! So leave the damn woman alone and let her grieve."

"Is Aunt Carol in trouble?" A small croaky voice came from the hallway.

"Bammy, what are you doing out of bed?" Natalia asked the little girl, her bunny was in her lazy grip, a sad expression on her small face.

"Daddy said he would finish his story when he got back." She stated.

"What story, lovey?" Natalia asked her.

"About the sickness at the prison, and how you saved everyone's lives, and the piggies, and that Daddy had a huge crush on you, too."

"Bam-" He tried to cut her off.

"We got to the part about Uncle Glenn and Aunt Sasha getting sick, but then you left, what happened?" She then started having a coughing fit.

"Honey, honey just let it out, alright, don' force it." Natalia told her, rubbing the girls back, as she fell to her knee's.

Daryl was moving to get her a glass of water, but Natalia stopped him.

"No, Daryl, I boiled some, up there, get her that." She told him.

"On it." He said.

Bambi was still coughing when he also dropped to his knee's beside her, helping her slowly drink out of the glass.

"Hold on, baby, don' breathe and drink at the same time." Daryl told her, waiting for Bambi to stop catching her breath.

"Did anyone ever mention to you the special remedy Hershel used whilst we were at the vets?" Natalia asked Daryl.

"Nope, we were too busy being under attack."

"And everyone who was around are either dead or gone." She grumbled. "Carol would probably know, right? She knows shit like that."

"Mhmm." He nodded.

"Mommy... you said "shit" was a bad word..." Bambi whispered in an hoarse voice.

"I did, didn't I? Well, Mommy's a hypocrite."

"Does that mean we can swear?" Another voice asked.

"No." Daryl and Natalia both told Daisy.

"Bebe, are you okay?" She asked, half hiding behind the wall. "Mommy?"

"Yeah, baby, she and your brother are gonna be okay, speaking of which, I'm just gonna go find Aunt Carol, which also means that Daddy is definitely going to stay here and finish his story, aren't you."

"Yes, I will." He pressed.

"You should know, I do love you, but the love I have for my kids is more stronger than the self restraint I have from killing you If you put them in danger, again." She told him in a low voice.

"Ain't nothing gonna happen to them." He replied, in the same serious tone.

"Good." She nodded, getting up from the floor.

"Bee, get back into bed, your fathers gonna finish the story, Dase, you and RJ can go listen, as long as there's a window open and you stay away."

"Okay, Mommy." They both answered.

She went to walk towards the front door, but it had already opened, Carol coming through it, bits of food was stuck in her hair, also on her face, and neck, and clothes.

"The hell happened to you?" Daryl asked.

"Kids, go upstairs, I think this might have something to do with what Daddy and Aunt Carol snuck off for." She told the twins, still staring at Carol.

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wndaswife · 1 year

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can u do alittle dark stepmom!dom!wanda smut with fem reader please 🙈 wanda calls reader bunny. innocence kink and strap ond and bulge kink please

wanda maximoff & fem!reader

tags: smut, age play, brief mentions of violence, infidelity, drugging, strap-ons, degradation, praise, manipulation, dubcon, somnophilia, innocence kink, mommy kink, bulge kink, dark!dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

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Kicking your feet under the table, you plead for the fifth time since you sat down, “Mama, I’m hungry!”

Soft clattering comes from the stove across the dining room to the kitchen.

“Y/N, if I hear you complain one more time, I’m going to throw your dinner out and you’ll go to bed hungry,” your stepmother calls back, blossoming irritation evident in her voice. You huff in response and sink down in your seat, fiddling with your spoon and continuing to kick your feet under the dining table.

Finally, Wanda comes out of the kitchen with two steaming plates, one for you and the other for her. You straighten in your seat and a wide smile pulls onto your lips as you place your spoon back on the table.

The scent of butter chicken wafts through the dining room and you exclaim, “Smells good!” A bed of white rice can be seen under the butter chicken. Your smile drops the moment the plate is placed in front of you and a medley of colourful vegetables come into view. “Yucky,” you say immediately and push the plate away.

After pouring you a glass of milk and a glass of red wine for herself, Wanda takes a seat beside you, places the drinks down and turns her chair so she can face you. She has the same dish, but it’s covered with much more vegetables than yours. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You’re going to eat the dinner I made you. Your father isn’t going to feed you when he gets home either,” she warns you as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

Your arms are crossed as you look at the plate scornfully. A hand is placed on the side of your chair and Wanda turns it around so you could face her too.

She picks up your fork, scooping up a forkful of rice and chicken and one baby carrot, then lifts it to your mouth. “Open,” Wanda demands simply. Typically, you obey without even a second’s hesitation, but the sight of the squishy orange carrot makes you press your lips together stubbornly. Your stepmother snaps, “Y/N. Open your mouth.”

“You never make butter chicken with vegetables,” you try to protest, speaking through a tight slit between your mouth should Wanda decide to force the fork past your lips.

Wanda’s impatience is increasingly obvious in her heaving sighs and clenched jaw, but she answers you as calmly as possible, “No, but you aren’t eating enough of them, so I cooked them separately and mixed them with the chicken. It tastes the same. Now, open.” She urges the fork forward but you still keep your mouth closed.

But you continue to press on, “Dad doesn’t make me eat vegetables.”

The mention of her husband makes Wanda’s eyebrow twitch upwards in irritation. You recall an argument you heard them have earlier this morning before he left for work, the slamming of doors and exchanging of angry shouts. “And that’s why you act like a stupid spoiled brat,” she spits out angrily. “Open your fucking mouth or I’m going to break your jaw and shove the fork down your throat.” Wanda feels you tremble in her hand, but your lips finally part.

She moves the fork forward and into your mouth. To avoid provoking your stepmother, you wrap your lips around the fork and let her pull it out without any resistance from your end.

After several more forkfuls of your dinner, two thirds of your vegetables eaten, and a few tears from you, Wanda rests your fork down on the edge of the plate. She places both hands on either side of your head and leans herself forward to kiss your forehead. Her fingers interlace themselves in your hair and she scratches your scalp soothingly. “That’s my good girl, hm?” she whispers.

You raise your fisted hands to your face and rub at your tear-filled eyes.

“Come sit on mommy’s lap,” Wanda tells you and straightens in her seat, pushing her chair back to make room for you. You do as she says and your stepmother pulls your plate towards you. Her hands run up your thighs and up your sides, then she does it again, soothing you and your trembling hiccups. “Good girls eat their dinners, right?”

You nod weakly.

“Good girls do what their mommies say, don’t they?”

You nod again.

“That’s right,” Wanda coos. “That means Y/N is a good girl.” She brushes your hair to one shoulder and kisses your neck. “My little bunny is my good obedient girl.”

You turn in her lap and bury your face in her neck. “Mama…” you mutter, your flushed cheeks warm against your stepmother’s skin.

“A quick break and then you keep eating, okay? Since you’ve been so good, I won’t force you to finish, but there’s not much left, baby, so I want to see you take a few more bites and then you can be done,” Wanda says to you. You nod in understanding and she kisses the side of your head before beginning to eat her own dinner, her sweet little stepdaughter clinging onto her body as she did.

Eventually, Wanda washes the dishes in the kitchen downstairs while you get ready. Minutes slip away into seconds as you become distracted by playing with your stuffies. You dress up your dolls too with new clothes your stepmother bought for them amongst many other gifts after getting good grades in your midterms.

When she finally finishes cleaning up downstairs, Wanda comes into your room to see her little girl with four stuffies in her lap as she brushes a dolls’ hair. “Bunny, are you ready for bed?” she asks, revealing her presence in your room to you after watching you play for the last few minutes.

You look back at her and nod with a proud smile. You push your stuffies back where they belong, some of them on your bed and some in a corner of your bedroom, then you put away your dollies too. Standing in the middle of your bedroom, you fiddle with your hands behind your back. “Will you tuck me in, mama?” you request shyly.

A smile forms on Wanda’s face and she approaches you. “Of course, my pretty princess,” she answers. Her hands find your hips and trail up your sides until she cups your breasts. Mama always touches you like this. Makes you feel so happy. Her thumbs tug at the neckline of your top. It’s a long pink cotton tank hemmed with frills and patterned with little white bears. A skimpy loose pair of shorts are paired with it of the same material and pattern. Your stepmother buys many gifts for you, including the pyjama set you’re wearing.

She pulls the neckline of your loose tank down enough for your erect nipples to peek out from them. “So pretty,” she mutters before lowering herself to kiss your breasts and pulling your top back up. Wanda holds your hand and she walks you over to your bed.

There is no resistance from you as your stepmother moves you into your bed and pulls your sheets over you. Her hand intentionally cups your pussy when she pulls you up into a sitting position, and it’s also intentional when she leans forward to kiss your lips and gropes your breast to hold herself up. But you’re so naive and inexperienced, and you know nothing about your stepmother’s intentions even when her fingers brush against your clit through your panties. You’re still so happy when Wanda touches you, no matter where or how she does it.

“Now, medicine,” Wanda says and takes a seat on your bed beside your hip. She pulls a pill out of her jeans’ pocket. There is water in a glass on your nightstand that mommy refills every night and morning to make sure her baby stays hydrated, and so you can take your medicine every night.

You part your lips, and with the pill between her thumb and forefinger and the glass of water in her other hand, Wanda drops the pill on your tongue and lifts the glass to your lips, tipping it forward slightly so you could drink from it and swallow the pill.

Wanda told you that to make up for all the sweets you eat and energy you have during the day, you need special medicine to make you sleepy at bedtime and ensure you sleep throughout the night. Even when you’re already fatigued, your stepmother insists you take it every evening before bedtime no matter what. You’re not allowed to tell your father about it either because Wanda gets your medicine special for you, and she doesn’t want to make her husband jealous.

When she told you that, you felt all happy and giggly to be so special, and you immediately agreed to keep the medicine secret.

When you swallow, mama makes you stick out your tongue so she can make sure you didn’t hide it under your tongue or anywhere else. It’s very important that you take your medicine because mommy said that good girls get good sleep, so you always swallow your pill.

Once Wanda sees that you’ve taken your medicine, she helps you lay down and she pulls the blankets up to your chin. She places a hand on your cheek and leans down to kiss your lips. When you and your stepmother first kissed, you had been nervous because on television only girlfriends and boyfriends kissed. But Wanda had taught you that mommies who were close with their little girls gave them kisses on the lips.

“You were so good today, bunny, eating your dinner,” Wanda praises and you wiggle happily under your blankets. She giggles seeing how happy you are and she kisses your lips again. “It would make mommy so happy if my little girl got some sleep tonight. Can you do that for me, babydoll?”

You nod immediately. “I can do that for you, mommy,” you promise.

“That’s my pretty bunny.” Wanda grins. She stands from your bed and pecks your cheek before flicking on your nightlight and heading to the bedroom door. “Goodnight, Y/N,” she whispers. You say goodnight back and Wanda turns your bedroom light off and closes the door after blowing you a sweet kiss.

The gentle blue glow from your nightlight that decorates your ceiling with pretty white stars fills your sleepy eyes before you finally fall asleep.

You wake after about an hour of sound sleeping to the rocking of your bed. Your room comes into view again, the soft blue light and white stars being projected against your ceiling. The rocking of your bed continues and your weak arms rub at your eyes. The soft pants and grunts from a familiar voice reach your ears. Slowly, you begin to feel that there is someone mounting your body and your blankets have been pushed to the side.

Your head turns and you see your stepmother on top of you, orange hair appearing a dark brown in the shadows of your room. Pressure builds in the base of your spine and you wince. You look down between your legs only to find Wanda thrusting down against your hips with her own.

When your vision comes back to you and your eyes refocus, you see that your shorts have been pulled off along with your panties, your cunt exposed and slick. Your eyes widen and you try squirming away from your stepmother.

“Stop moving,” Wanda’s voice comes, raspy and between pants.

“M-Mama, what are you doing?” you ask her, panicked. “That’s my private part you can’t touch-”

Wanda leans down, kissing and silencing you in turn. “Mommy can touch whatever she wants,” she pants against your lips when she lifts her head. “Because you’re my little girl, and I own you.” You look up at her, both confusion and slow acceptance coming over your face. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your lips are pressed together as strange sensations travel through your body and seem to send tingles up to your very fingertips.

“Besides,” your stepmother adds and straightens so your entire front is exposed. Your tank top is hiked up above your breasts, nipples erect and Wanda’s wet kisses trailed up your stomach. How had you not felt her touch you? You look over to the half-full glass on your nightstand. The medicine. It must’ve kept you asleep. “Look how pretty you are when I fuck you,” Wanda says, a hand running down the plain of your stomach.

You look down to where she’s looking, and your eyes land on her fingers running over a bulge in your lower stomach just about the space between your hips. The moment your sight coincides with the feeling at the base of your spine, the feeling that had only been subtle tingles in your lower stomach becomes stronger. Your back arches from the bed and you squirm underneath your stepmother.

Wanda only laughs in amusement after continuing to thrust herself forward, perhaps after seeing her angel take so long to catch up to what was happening.

You look back down to Wanda’s hips to see a thick member connected to a black harness that was strapped around her hips slipping in and out of your hole. It’s inches wide and so long you have yet to see the tip of it after several moments of watching it squelch in your pussy. It’s incredible how your body is taking it, and it doesn’t come to you that Wanda had fucked you many times before, allowing your hole to develop more tolerance to her cock, especially as she slowly increased her strap’s size the more she snuck into her little girl’s bedroom and fucked her while she slept.

The heel of Wanda’s hand pressed down on her cock’s bulge, causing you to gasp out and rein your attention back down to the present. “Attention on me, bunny,” she says. You detect a hint of desperation in her voice. She leans down again, the thrusts from this angle much harsher because of the downwards propelling of her hips down against yours. It makes it hard to respond when she says, “Tell your stepmother you don’t love her, that you don’t want her cock because there are other prettier, younger girls that my sweet girl would like to fuck instead.”

“N-No!” you protest immediately. “Not true, mama, I love you.” You wrap your arms around her body and you bury your face in her neck.

“You love me, do you?” Wanda asks. You cannot see her face, but her voice sounds so forlorn it makes your chest clench painfully.

You nod into her neck. “I love you. I do, mama, more than dad or any of my friends. I don’t want anyone else but you,” you confess. You only realise how much truth is behind your words when you listen to the desperation in your voice, begging for Wanda to believe you.

But Wanda’s always known how much you love her. She’s never doubted it, even during arguments and your most petulant grudges. “Oh, my precious bunny,” Wanda sighs and moves upwards to press her forehead against yours. “I love you too. I want to see you come for me.”

“What does that mean?” you ask her, looking up at her face pushed up so close to your own. Wanda kisses your lips and whispers something to you. You can hardly hear it as your moans and her grunts mesh together amongst the slapping of your skin and creaking of your bed, but it comforts you nevertheless- the low hum of her raspy voice, words for you and you only. She’d never love anyone like she does you.

Her hand snakes between your stomachs and she presses down on the bulge again, harsher this time, causing you to press your breasts up against hers. You felt immense pressure inside of you. You could feel every inch of your walls that were rubbed against your stepmother’s dick, every thrust deep within your pussy. With one arm around your hips and her other hand cradling the back of your head, your Wanda fucks into you.

The coil that had been forming in your lower stomach snaps and your eyes screw together tightly. You cry out loudly as your orgasm pushes through you, leaving shivers in their wake as your body falls back down onto your bed and your head back onto your pillow.

“See how good you are, baby?” Wanda says, although the world seems muffled as you come down from your climax. Murky, warm fatigue comes over you. Through the warm fog, you can feel your walls clenching around Wanda’s dick, making you feel even lesser in control of your own body. The only sound you can make other than your heaving breaths is an uncomfortable groan when Wanda pulls her cock out of your cunt. You can barely hear her unfasten it from her hips and the sound it makes when it drops to your bedroom floor.

Your stepmother lays down beside you and pulls your blankets over both of your sweaty bodies. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and kisses your face all over. “I love you, Y/N,” Wanda mutters against the top of your head.

You bury yourself in her chest and your knees come up to your stomach while Wanda squeezes you tight and kisses your sleepy face. “Love you too, mama,” you say weakly and manage a blush when Wanda rubs your back, willing you back to sleep.

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kaleidoscope1967eyes · 1 year

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Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™:

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Buckle up, this one's a long one!

Warnings: suggestive stuff at the end, but nothing descriptive

Your wedding was, to put it simply, extravagant. What else would you expect from the literal Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire?

Luke was initially against making the event of your marriage a spectacle for the entire galaxy to see; he would have preferred a small, private ceremony on Naboo with only your loved ones present.

Palpatine, however, had other plans. Not only would your wedding be a way to demonstrate the immense wealth of the Empire, it would also generate immense sympathy and support from the public.

Luke was without a doubt the galaxy's favorite bachelor--closely followed by the suave but scandalous Prince Han of Corellia--as well as the Empire's golden boy. By marrying a beloved member of the notoriously rebellious Alderaanian nobility, Luke would prove the unity of the galaxy under Imperial rule.

You and Luke were essentially engaged before you even had a chance to get to know each other. Palpatine had ordered for every eligible bachelorette from the galaxy's wealthiest and most powerful families to be presented to the young prince so he may choose a bride. Luke did not have a say in this, but he feared what would happen to the poor girls if he refused to take part, so he reluctantly agreed to it.

Choosing you was actually an act of rebellion. As a member of a lesser Alderaanian noble house, you were accompanying Leia as her aide, and neither of you truly wanted to be there. You weren't meant to be an option. When Luke held his hand out to you--not Leia, not any of the other princesses or heiresses, you--the galaxy stopped. This wasn't supposed to happen, but the look in his eyes told you it could.

Just because your marriage was arranged doesn't mean it was a loveless one--in fact, you were the power couple of the Empire. You were attracted to him the moment you first saw him in person, and you quickly fell for each other over the course of your wedding preparations.

Despite his mysterious exterior, he only ever treated you with kindness and respect--he was nothing like the entitled, spoiled prince you envisioned in your mind. You could tell there was light beneath the dark exterior the Empire forced upon him. He simultaneously respected your space while acknowledging your existence in a way that made you feel like you were more than just a 'lesser noblewoman.' And he was so, so, beautiful.

You were so genuine and real with him in a world where most people weren't. You didn't blindly worship or despise him--you treated him like a person, an equal. Because of this, he felt a strong desire to protect and cherish you, and as plans for the wedding were underway, he made sure you were treated like the beautiful, powerful princess you were meant to be.

You shuddered at the thought of just how much your outfit cost. Your hair was done up in elaborate braids decorated with pastel-colored flowers from your home planet. A tiara of pearls and diamonds encircling a corusca gem adorned the top of your head, and from it extended a veil of intricately woven Alderaanian lace. The dress itself was crafted from the galaxy's finest shimmershilk and embroidered with glimmering, crystal-encrusted designs. It hugged your figure beautifully, the skirt trailing elegantly behind you as you walked down the aisle.

Luke's outfit was equally as stunning: he wore a sleek black military uniform decorated with a crimson sash and various medals signifying his rank. A cape of cyrene silk draped across his shoulders, a reference to his Naboo heritage. As a final touch, a silver crown resembling rays of sunlight sat upon his head, reinforcing his almost deified status in the galaxy.

After over a year of planning, the time came for your wedding. It was the event of the century--every holonews station held countdowns to the day it would be broadcasted live. It felt like the entire galaxy was on the edge of its seat in anticipation.

The ceremony took place in the Senate Plaza as opposed to the Imperial Palace, as your marriage symbolized the unity of all nations, cultures, and planets under the influence of the Empire--even the rebellious ones.

Hundreds of thousands--if not millions--of spectators surrounded the venue, desperate to get even a glimpse of the royal couple. Security was tight due to fears of potential rebel interference. While there were handfuls of protestors in the crowd, nothing escalated beyond shouts of 'death to the Empire!'

As there had never been a royal wedding quite like yours in the recent history of the galaxy, there was no real precedent for how things were supposed to be, so the traditions you followed were amalgamations of ones from various cultures.

The two of you walked hand-in-hand down the aisle, followed by a procession of your family members and close friends: the Naberrie family behind Luke, and the Organa family behind you. Also present were Ahkelar and Arakhmil, his bodyguards; Sabé, his childhood governess; and Mon Mothma, your political mentor. The presence of your loved ones symbolized how your marriage would unite your two families--more importantly, assimilating them into the Imperial Family.

The premier Coruscanti philharmonic orchestra played a fusion of traditional Alderaanian and Naboo folk music as you made your way down the aisle, and onlookers cheered as they waved Imperial flags and showered you with flower petals.

When you reached the altar in front of the Senate Building, your entourage stopped to kneel behind you, and you and Luke turned to face each other, hands intertwined. The love in his eyes and gentle smile he gave you made your heart weep. Whatever your future as an Imperial Princess had in store, you would always find solace and comfort in him.

The officiant of the wedding ceremony was none other than the Emperor himself. You did your best to maintain your composure; his presence was absolutely sickening. Adjacent to him stood Darth Vader, the human incarnation of a shadow, if he truly even is human. Thankfully, you had your soon-to-be husband there to keep you focused and calm.

Palpatine began with a speech about the glory and righteousness of the Empire, how it brought together two people destined to rule the galaxy with the strength and power of their love. In typical Palpatine fashion, it was moving and captivating on the surface, but it was little more than thinly-veiled propaganda. His declarations of peace were merely metaphors for submission. The most obvious was how he spoke of a bride's devotion and duty to her husband, how she must remain obedient to him--a subtle but direct threat to the Alderaanians viewing the ceremony.

"Do you, Lady Y/N of Alderaan, pledge your life to Prince Luke of the Galactic Empire and take him to be your husband?"

"...I do."

"And do you, Prince Luke, Heir to House Palpatine and Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, take Lady Y/N of Alderaan to be your bride?"

"I do."

Darth Vader stepped forward, presenting the rings that would cement your status within the Empire--by putting them on, you would exchange your freedom for limitless power. The rings had matching flamegems, glowing and pulsing with the heat of a miniature star. Taking your hand in his, Luke slipped the ring onto your finger, and you followed suite for him.

"May the two of you remain forever faithful to one another, and may you uphold the legacy of the Imperial Family with your benevolent leadership and a surfeit of children. With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, Prince and Princess Consort of the Galactic Empire."

Luke placed his hands on the side of your face, whispering 'I love you' and kissing you deeply. The crowed cheered even louder than they had before as you and Luke embraced each other.

The wedding ceremony was followed by an even more extravagant reception within the Senate Building. You and your new husband had changed into attire more suitable for engaging in the festivities: you wore a sultry evening gown with a plunging neckline and striking slit along the side, and Luke wore elegant, loose robes showing off his toned physique. It was near impossible for anyone to keep their eyes off you; you were without a doubt the most attractive couple the galaxy had ever known.

The party was filled with lively music, dancing, exquisite food and drink, and plenty of company. Prince Han was causing quite the riot. The two of you spent time socializing with your friends and families, but you also had many, many guests to greet and thank for attending. You met with dignitary after dignitary, spending more time making small talk with strangers than you did partying. In a rare instance of kindness, Vader insisted on taking over to let you enjoy the moment. The greetings stopped shortly after.

In spite of how reserved he usually was, Luke absolutely adored getting to show you off on the dance floor. You were his gorgeous bride, his beloved princess, his first and his only love--the one person he never had to worry about losing. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter as he waltzed with you was enough to keep him happy for the rest of his life.

Representatives of every star system were responsible for presenting the royal couple with a wedding gift unique to the resources and cultures of their planets. Naboo had gifted a Guarlara mare and stallion named Veré and Set, whose names were taken from a famous folktale about eternal lovers. Aside from being exclusive symbols of nobility, Guarlaras mated for life and therefore represented true love; as you and Luke were avid lovers of animals, you were elated to receive such beautiful creatures.

Your adoptive aunt and uncle, Queen Breha and Viceroy Bail of Alderaan, presented you with a pair of droids who had served Padmé Amidala during the Clone Wars: R2-D2, an astromech droid, and C-3PO, a protocol droid. "They will serve you well on your new adventures as a married couple," Princess Leia told you. You understood what she meant--the droids were specially modified for untraceable, clandestine communication.

Much to your horror, Orn Free Taa of Ryloth presented you with an enslaved lethan twi'lek woman in what was to be the scandal of the century. You had no choice but to accept; not only would rejecting her create a rift between the economically important planet of Ryloth and the Empire, but it would have her thrown back into the treacherous slavery underworld. Luke ensured you and the woman, whose name was Yuna Dawani, that he would arrange to have her become a free and fully paid employee of the royal household.

The festivities lasted deep into the night, and by the end of it all, you were exhausted. However, that didn't stop you from enjoying your wedding night--as soon as you returned to your shared chambers, you relished in spending the rest of the night in each other's arms, passionately making love to one another.

#ugh that pic though 🥺#luke skywalker x reader #Dark Prince Luke Thoughts™#luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x you #dark prince!luke x reader #emperor!luke x reader #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke palpatine #the sins of the father #obligatory wedding imagine #reader is alderaanian #the vibes of this are meant to be like irl royal weddings (especially the super theatrical and live-broadcasted british ones)#corellia is still a monarchy and han is a prince (based on legends lore)#lowkey spoiling my fic but i gotta share my plan to make sure i actually end up writing it #happy late valentines day #we're using all the adjectives today #i'm just really trying to paint a visual picture but i realize it sounds super flowery and bad #i know the whole veil thing is very real life-y but in canon a bride wearing lace is part of alderaanian tradition #this is kind of all over the place but i just had to get all of my thoughts out ok #oops i forgot the image source (if you know please tell me)#maybe if i read more actual books my writing would be better 🤡#for context reader is an orphan & was fostered by the organa family (not fully adopted bc she's the heir to another house)#the wedding procession is lowkey based on traditional shinto weddings #i'm also going off of how the empire was blatantly sexist in legends #don't worry luke is a feminist ally ✊#idk how i'm going to incorporate this into my fic without just copying it directly 🤔 i might embellish it a little but that's it #luke skywalker smut #yuna ends up becoming an important character so i'm including her to make sure i remember about her

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snugglylime · 2 years

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Some soft Ronance headcanons 💕

No thoughts just ✨they✨

Nancy is kinda obsessed with stuffed animals. She doesn't have as many as she used to, but she still has a couple she likes to cuddle up with when she's anxious

Her favorite is a little bunny <3

Robin secretly names all of them and gives them silly voices so she can pretend to have conversations with them. Sometimes, to get Nancy's attention, Robin will pretend to gossip with one of them like "Isn't that girl over there just to die for? I wish we were friends..." and, in the most obnoxious voice Robin can muster, the stuffed animal will reply with something like "I know right? She's so dreamy"

Boy howdy does THAT get Nancy's attention, but she's so flustered she can't do much more than roll her eyes and shush Robin with a lil kiss (or a pillow to the face, if Robin's down on her luck that day)

After everything, Nancy has some bad paranoia. She's terrified what happened to Barb will happen to Robin

One time, when they're all hanging out at Steve's house, Robin wanders off for a while and Nancy just FREAKS. When she eventually finds Robin, petting a dog in the street or something, Nancy just starts crying

A Fruity Four therapy sesh promptly follows

In crowded or public spaces, Nancy likes touching Robin in some way to keep track of her: holding her hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulders/waist, or just reaching out periodically to make sure she hasn't wandered off

Nancy loves hugs. She's always surprising Robin with a hug from behind (though she makes sure to make plenty of noise before touching her, since Robin startles easy), or sticking her arms into Robin's jacket, around her waist, if she's cold or just wants some human contact

Robin can get overwhelmed and overstimulated sometimes and goes nonverbal. Nancy doesn't understand at first, and figures out the hard way that physical contact (Nancy's go-to method of comfort) is the exact opposite of what Robin needs right then

Afterwards, Nancy apologizes a LOT because Robin hasn't ever pushed her away like that before, and she's terrified she somehow did something to hurt Robin

They have a long chat about neurodivergence after that (autistic Robin Buckley yee haw)

Nancy's guilty pleasure is romance novels. Robin finds them yucky. Sometimes Robin will read to Nancy and intentionally make shit up until Nancy catches on (Robin's ideas are usually better than the ideas in the books anyway)

Pet names!!! Nancy likes gently admonishing Robin by calling her a dork, an idiot (affectionate), or other such words, always with a fond smile and maybe a kiss. Robin, on the other hand, calls Nancy really sappy names like darling and sweetheart, but in a way that's unmistakably (derogatory)

When Robin's feeling particularly sentimental, she'll say sweet things in one of the other languages she knows. Nancy's charmed and impressed in equal measure

Robin says 'I love you' first, but in French, so Nancy doesn't understand it (Robin has a whole-ass gay panic before she does too, but Nancy just looks at her with a sweet, unsuspecting smile, and Robin's like ;-;)

Nancy says it in English first tho

Robin spends a lot of time at Nancy's house, preferring it to her own. She'll wake up before everyone else and make them breakfast some days. She's good at breakfast, since it's her favorite meal, but keep her out of the kitchen after noon or she will wreck shit irreparably

Robin is blunt. REALLY blunt. Whatever she's feeling she'll say outright, even if she doesn't know how to articulate herself very well. Nancy finds this a little off-putting at first, but once she gets used to it, she actually kinda appreciates it. Open communication isn't something she's used to

Robin's enthusiasm for the little things in life is infectious. Nancy always feels livelier and more energized when she's around Robin, and the two can talk for hours about random things; Robin gets super invested in Nancy's news stories, and is a major source of inspiration and validation for Nancy

Robin has a tendency to apologize for things, especially for rambling or not comprehending what other people are saying, but Nancy helps her feel less guilty and to stop apologizing for things she can't control

Ronance and Steddie (or Steddissy) double-dates!! 'Nuff said

A pt. 2 is already in my drafts :>

#this is a bit of a chonker but oh well #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #headcanons

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creoterative · 11 months

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Uhm... I made another one.

Yeeesss, I know, my finals for this semester are coming up, but leave me some freetime xD

Anyway, my best friend sent me another bunch of funny things kids in kindergarten said and I made another TWDG kids template out of it.

So there.

Enjoy! Xd

PS: I had to rewrite some of them because she gave those to me in german and they wouldn't make sense in english, so... excuse the Florida comment xD

Minnie: "I have a unicorn at home! But I ripped out the horn, so it's a not-so-much-corn now."

Sophie: "I always read books at home, my favorite book is Justin Bieber!"

Louis: "My parents have a swing in their bedroom, it must be so much fun, but I'm never allowed to play with it." (...That was disturbing, send help to the poor boy.)

Duck: *talking about future jobs* "I wanna be a whale!"

Ruby: "Yes, I love Spargel! Oh, what's that?" (It was at this moment, that the little girl learned, Spaghetti and Spargel aren't the same. And for my english friends, Spargel is Asparagus.)

Clementine: "Mommy had a baby yesterday! But it is a little bit ugly."

Marlon: *to the new young woman working there* "My dad said everyone needs a job when they grow up. Why don't you have one?"

Mitch: "Remember when you said that I'm not allowed to play with the water in the sink anymore? *soaked from head to toe* "Because I don't."

Louis: "I don't like cucumbers that grow." ( what .)

Willy: "Did you know, that eggs break apart when you throw them? By the way, where is the cleaning set?"

Brody: "You can't play with us, you don't like coffee!" Violet: "But you never drank coffee either!" Brody: "But I like it, because momma likes it!"

Tenn: "You're my kokong." (He meant Cousin.)

Marlon: "I want my reflection to be alive as well, I want to play with it. That's so unfair!" (He didn't understand the concept of twins yet.)

Violet: "I'd eat that very gladly. I just don't want to."

Willy: *after being asked to help clean up the mess* "No thank you, I like it better this way."

Marlon: "Your pants are ugly." Mitch: "You're wearing the same." (And then Marlon threw a tantrum because he felt insulted.)

Aasim: "I have a bunny at home. But sometimes it changes colour." (Again, Aasim are you okay?)

Louis: "My goldfish went to Atlantis today!" (It died.)

Marlon: "My uncle has no eyes, so he got a dog with eyes. I don't want my eyes either, I want a puppy!"

Clementine: "How long does a strawberry tree grow?"

Mitch: "If bears gotta go for little boys, they pee in their fur."

Louis: "I'm there in a second. Geez, I hate it when people say that, what KIND of second, a long or a short one?!"

Violet: "Tastes ugly."

Ruby: "You need to go home, you have 124 meters fever!"

Sophie: "If you destroy my picture, I'll get world destruction!"

Aasim: "I have to computer now."

Louis: "My tummy feels yucky, can you call my mother in law?"

Marlon: "What do you have there?" Louis: "A cough drop!" Marlon: "Woah, I want a tough drop too!"

Ruby: "I lost my fuck in the sandbox, momma!" (She was talking about her toy truck.)

Minnie: "My mom has circus disturbance." (She meant circular disturbance.)

Omar: "Today I have fish sticks with potato pudding!"

Brody: "Look, I'm a mermaid! Now I only need a fork!"

Marlon: "Why is that man shaving the lawn?"

Louis: "But I already ate all my cousins!" (It's raisins, Louis.)

Ruby: "My grandma is in the animal shelter because she can't walk anymore." (Her grandma went into retirement.)

Willy: "My grandpa is magnetic too!" (His grandpa had a prosthetic leg.)

Duck: "My dad is special too, he's from Florida!"

Mitch: "I want more pregnant stamps." Ms. Martin: "...What?" Mitch: "I'm still hungry." Ms. Martin: "Ah, yes, you can have more ravioli."

Duck: "Can I have more weed?" (He meant arugola.)

Sophie: "I only got one motivation left for cleaning up, so I'll hurry."

Louis: "I got a bikini!" (It's a kiwi, Louis.)

Marlon: "Does the CD player google the songs first or why is it taking so long?"

Clementine: "My baba brought me today." Duck: "Huh? I thought you could only eat them?" (...He thought she meant a banana.)

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