Lil' Shark Prince

꒰ა by a caregiver ໒꒱

1. please tell them when you are tired while chatting over messages, those changes caused anxiety if they don’t know.

2. always do your best to communicate with them, communication is key. also, communication is very important so they don’t overthink things, which can lead to crises.

3. when you just disappear out of nowhere because you slept (for example), it causes anxiety and scares them.

4. if you are busy, always let them know.

5. they like to know if they can send some spontaneous messages throughout the day. because they feel like a burden.

6. offer reassurance even when it’s not necessary. validate their feelings, even if they seem small or irrational. feeling heard is extremely healing.

7. sometimes they just need you to remind them that you love them and are not going anywhere.

8. words of affirmation and quality time are essential to help a little one’s hurt heart.

9. send random messages throughout the day, it makes them feel remembered and cared for too.

10. always show as much love and care as possible. fully surround them with your affection, letting them feel and see how much you care.

11. avoid harsh criticism or words that could be interpreted as rejection. for an insecure little, this can quickly shake their trust.

12. celebrate small achievements and progress. this helps build self-esteem and shows that you notice and value every effort.

13. avoid long disappearances or unexplained silence. for insecure littles, this can create anxiety and fear of abandonment.

14. be consistent in your actions and promises. predictability creates trust and safety for a little heart that’s been hurt.

15. give space for them to express fears and insecurities without judgment. acceptance is healing.

Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!

It seems like a lot of people in the abdl community don’t know about diaper fluffing, so I thought I’d make a quick tutorial! If you’re not sure what diaper fluffing is, it’s basically breaking up the fibers in your diaper to let air in, and make them thicker and more comfortable! Diapers are packed SUUUPER tight to make shipping cheaper, so your diapers won’t come out of the package as fluffy as they should be! Here’s how you do it

Step 1: Unfold your diaper all the way (pretty easy)

Step 2: Fold your diaper in half hotdog style, then gently pull your hands in opposite directions up and down the fold you made. You should feel the material giving a little as you do this. BE CAREFUL AND DON’T RIP THE DIAPER

Step 3: Unfold your diaper, and do the same thing to the inside, gently pulling your hands apart

Step 4: Voilà! Fluffed and ready to go!

Here’s a picture of the diaper I fluffed next to one right out of the package

The difference is really amazing! Hope this helps you guys! Stay dry 💖

[TW: AB/DL Purge Cycle]

“Peaches,” I say, my voice sharp with warning. “Do you have something you need to tell me?” I cock one eyebrow up in my best stern look. On one finger hangs your blue and white striped pair of underwear, a light yet unmistakable brown stain in the seat. You don’t turn around at first, and I expect a blush and a stammer.

“Honestly I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, your face an unreadable mask. You toss your hair and walk out of the bedroom, leaving me holding your stained underwear.

Not the response I was expecting. My eyebrow comes back down, and I toss your soiled undies in the hamper. I bite back the response that Daddy would’ve had— you think it’s wise to walk away while I’m talking to you?— and take a breath. Something’s wrong.

The car slowed abruptly.

“Wait—no,” he said, panic already in his voice. “You’re not really pulling over here, are you?”

She flicked on the hazard lights, steering the car smoothly onto a gravel shoulder. The road behind them stretched empty and quiet, trees on both sides, but they weren’t alone alone. Not if someone drove past. Not if someone slowed down.

“You’re soaked,” she said flatly, throwing the car in park. “You’ve been squirming in it for thirty minutes.”

“I—I can wait till we get home,” he stammered, voice cracking. “Please. It’s just a little—”

She unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp click and turned to him with one eyebrow raised. “A little? Baby, your diaper is sloshing. I can hear it when you shift.”

He went crimson. She didn’t wait.

“Back seat. Now.”

He didn’t move.

“Do you want me to carry you?” she asked, calm as ever, opening her door. “Because I will.”

He scrambled to obey, climbing awkwardly between the seats, his soggy diaper squishing beneath him. She met him on the other side, opening the rear passenger door and sliding in behind him with a practiced hand already reaching for the diaper bag.

“You can’t do this here,” he whispered desperately, glancing around at the treeline. “Someone could drive by. What if they see?”

“Then maybe they’ll learn how to properly care for a whiny little brat who doesn’t know when to speak and when to hold it,” she said, pulling out a blanket and laying it across the seat.

He covered his face with his hands as she patted the back floorboard.

“Lay back. Now.”

The car creaked as he obeyed, blushing furiously, legs drawn up as she helped guide him into place. She tugged down his pants with no ceremony, exposing the swollen, sagging diaper beneath.

She clicked her tongue. “Absolutely disgusting. This thing’s ready to burst.”

He whimpered. “Can’t you at least close the door?”

“No,” she said, tearing open one tape. Rrrrip. “It’s hot. You’ll live.”

“Someone could—”

“—see you getting changed? Then maybe they’ll understand why you’re in diapers to begin with.”

She peeled back the front of the diaper, revealing everything. He gasped in shame.

She just smiled.

“Aw. Look at the little thing. All shriveled and soggy.”

He turned his face into the seat cushion and groaned.

The wipes came next—cool, clinical, relentless. She wiped him down with slow efficiency, lifting his legs high and proud as cars hummed in the distance.

“I love this part,” she murmured, one hand holding both his legs up as the other slid another wipe beneath him. “Right here. You’re so exposed like this. So quiet.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be.”

She balled up the used diaper, bagged it, and pulled out a fresh one—thicker, crinklier.

“No boosters this time,” she said as she slid it under him. “You didn’t earn them.”

“But I didn’t leak,” he said, still pleading.

“You whined.” She sprinkled powder across him with a flourish. “And you lied about being wet.”

She pulled the diaper up and over his hips, snug and final. The tapes went on tight.

Tape. Tape.

“There,” she said, pressing her palm into the front with a slow, dominating pressure. “All clean. Until you make another mess.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“Next time you argue about being changed in public?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll do it in a grocery store parking lot.”

She shut the diaper bag, left his pants at his ankles, and patted his padded crotch with one soft thump.