Wanna Make A Subby Boy Show Me How Well He Can Hump His Pillow To Prove That He Deserves To Be Inside

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Let me hold you for a moment.

I can see that something’s weighing on your little heart, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be happy all the time. You don’t have to push your feelings away or pretend they’re not there. It’s okay to feel sad, or angry, or scared. Feelings can be big and heavy sometimes, but you don’t have to carry them all on your own.

I’m right here, love bug. No matter what you’re feeling, I will always be here. You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to fix anything—you can just be, exactly as you are. If you need to cry, I will hold you close. If you need to stomp your little feet, I will be right here to keep you safe. If you need quiet, I will sit beside you and hold your hand so you know you’re not alone.

You are so precious, just as you are, in every feeling, in every moment. Your emotions don’t make you too much, and they don’t make you bad. They just mean you are you, and that is the most wonderful thing in the whole world.

So take all the time you need, my angel. I will love you through every feeling, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. I will be here, always, with open arms and an open heart, ready to give you whatever you need.

You are never alone, little one. You are safe. You are cherished. And you are oh-so deeply loved.

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡

Thinking about helping a girl on her work/study “breaks”, but the breaks are me under her desk, with my head between her thighs. Her hands pulling my hair and making me eat her out, whining with my lips around her clit. My hands over her thighs and a boner between my legs just from eating her out. Following every command like a good boy until we both cum together, so I can start hugging her leg, resting my face in her thigh, looking up to her to admire how beautiful she is and wait for her next break like a desperate puppy for her attention

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt

Now listen to Mummy.

I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...

So here’s what you're going to do.

I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.

Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.

I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...

That little brain of yours just doesn't work...

But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.

I want to watch you try and make cummies.

It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...

Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...

Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!

Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.

Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?

Ohhh, only a 4.5?

...try harder for Mummy...

Faster.

Keep going baby...

That's my boy...⭐❤️

Diapers help manage some continence issues that come and go..especially during stressful times or when I’m feeling overwhelmed...but more than that, they’re a source of emotional grounding for me. They help me feel secure, little, and cared for in a world that often feels too big, too fast, and too complicated.

Regression isn’t just a kink or a comfort, it’s a core part of who I am. It's how I cope, how I heal, and how I reconnect with the part of me that still longs for softness, structure, and unconditional love.

Whether I’m in my cozy little space coloring, curled up in a thick nappy, or daydreaming about being cared for in a gentle, nurturing way, I know this is where I feel most like me. And I’m learning that there’s nothing wrong with needing that.

Eat me out

I lower myself onto your face slowly, taking my time, watching as you look up at me with a mix of anticipation and obedience. Your hands rest lightly on my thighs as you open your mouth eagerly and your tongue immediately parts my folds.

You moan softly beneath me as I rock my hips gently against your mouth, guiding you exactly where I want you.

I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, holding you in place as you work to please me. Your tongue licking and swirling, desperate to earn my approval as you suck on my clit softly.

“Good job” I murmur, my voice low, and I could feel your response in the way your tongue quickens, flicking over my clit.

I lean forward slightly, pressing down harder against your mouth and you react quickly, your tongue moving with desperation, sending shivers through me. Your nose brushes against me with every movement, adding a teasing friction that makes my thighs tremble as I ground myself against your face.

You moan again and I tug on your hair, tilting your head just enough to make you hit the perfect angle. Your hands stay where they were, gripping my thighs, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper and you obey without hesitation, your tongue moving faster now, sucking on my clit with more intensity, your mouth completely devoted to bringing me pleasure.

I tilt my hips slightly, adjusting the angle, and your tongue follows effortlessly, finding the exact spot that makes my breath hitch. Your tongue grows more confident, dragging along my folds before circling my clit as I moan for you.

Looking down at you, I could see the flush on your cheeks, the wetness glistening on your lips and chin, your eyes half lidded with focus, the sight sending a rush of heat through me and I roll my hips harder, your tongue never faltering as you adjust to meet my every need.

“You look so pretty like this” I say, my voice shaky as your hands hold my thighs firmly to keep me steady.

I grip your hair tighter, encouraging you and you latch on more hungrily, sucking and licking in a way that sends sparks shooting through me.

“You’re such a good boy” I gasp, my words broken by a moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. I rock my hips against you, grinding harder now, and I hear your muffled moan that sends another jolt through my body.

Your tongue licks with an urgency that matches my own, our moans growing louder as I move faster, grinding myself against you, letting you feel how close I am.

“You make me feel so good, love” I say between moans and my thighs clench around your head, moments before I cum all over your face, screaming your name. My body shudders as you draw out every wave of pleasure and your hands loosen on my thighs as I collapse against you, utterly spent.

When I finally look down at you, I notice your swollen lips, your flushed face glistening and your expression full of satisfaction.

My fingers in your hair loosen, shifting instead to stroke gently along your damp forehead. I lift my hips to ease off of you and I take a moment to admire how dazed and hazy you look.

I reach down, tracing my thumb over your bottom lip, watching as you instinctively part your mouth for me.

“You did so well, I love you and now it’s my turn to make you feel good” I whisper and place a long kiss on your forehead.