Hey I love your one shots.I wanted to ask if it was possible to have something where Mommy!Rhea has to face a Brat!Little!fem reader who is throwing a tantrum (if it doesn't make you uncomfortable maybe also using some punishments like corner time and spanking but not in a sexual way) I hope my request doesn't bother you but in any case you are a good writer🖤
Bratty Tantrum
Mommy!rhea ripley x fem!little!reader
Warnings: age regression, punishment, spankings, hurt/comfort
Here you are, on the floor coloring when your mommy comes in and says that it’s time for your bath. You absolutely hate baths and your mommy knows it to which is why she’s trying to make it a fun experience. “Come on princess, it has lots of bubbles and toys just for you!” She said happily as she bends down to pick you up but you push her away which makes her eyes widen at your actions.
She bent down and grabbed your chin between her fingers and made you look at her. “Don’t you ever push me away like that again. Do you hear me?” She said sternly as you slapped her hand away and pushed her away from you again. She felt her blood boil and she had to control herself from losing it but she decided to give you another chance. “Come on princess. I know my sweet little girl is in there. Let’s get you in the bath okay?” She said softly.
“Nu! DONT WANT BATH NU!” You yelled out and starting throwing a bad tantrum which made your mommy shocked. What the final straw for her was when you started throwing stuff at her like your crayons. She scooped you up in her arms and laid you over her lap. “You better start counting little one and if you mess up we start over.” Your mommy said sternly as you were thrashing over her lap. She gave you one smack to your behind and that made you stop crying.
“Count.” She said lowly in your ear as she spanked you again and you squeaked out a one which started the counting. She gave you fifteen spankings before you were crying again. Your mommy lifted you off her lap and carried you to the bathroom where she gently sat you down on the cool counter top which made you whimper. “You can take a quick bath okay? Then after you get out I’ll put some cream on your butt to make it feel better okay?” She stated and you slowly nodded your head, not wanting anymore spankings. “Good girl.” She whispered softly as she kissed your forehead softly which made you pout and slightly whine.
You pointed to your lips and she chuckled. She lent down and gave you a long peck on your lips which made you smile. “Come on my princess.” She said lifting you and putting you into the tub. Rhea started to wash your hair and then started to clean your body and soon enough you were done. “Mommy cans I plays wif my toys nows?” You asked her, hoping that she would say yes. “Hmmm I guess you can little one. While you play I’ll go get your pjs.” She said you thanked her and started playing with the bubbles and your toys.
A few moments later your mommy got your pjs ready on the bed along with the cream to help with the redness on your butt. She came back into the bathroom and saw you playing which melted her heart. “It’s time to get out princess.” She said as she lifted you up in her arms and immediately got out a warm towel for you to wrap up in. You laid your head on her shoulder and started yawning as she held you in her arms while she was putting the cream on your butt. After she was finished she helped you put on her shirt she lets you wear and a diaper in case you had an accident.
“We are going to talk about your behavior tomorrow okay? What you did today was not okay sweetheart.” She said with a disappointing voice which made you sad. You nodded your head in understanding and got underneath the covers. Your mommy joined you and you immediately cuddled into her which made her smile and pull you closer to her. “Mommy loves you koala.” She said softly as she rubs your back as you start to fall asleep. “I wuv chu too mommy.” You said before you were out like a light. “And I love you most.”
A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enjoy it! And anon thank you for your kind words and the great request! You guys never bother me :) remember that my requests are still opened and to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all! Also I’m so sad about Rhea losing her title. I haven’t stopped crying since :(
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I feel a bit afraid to even post this, for fear of someone else lashing out at me for questioning received wisdom but I still kind of feel like people are so invested in explaining their point of view (which I’m already saying is valid) that they’re missing part of mine
And that is that for me, part of my trauma is that I was both physically violated AND physically altered. And also I’m afab, and very often girls and women bear the brunt of purity culture in ways men and boys… definitely can but I’m not sure they always do.
And what purity culture says to little girls is that their worth is in their… well purity. Their innocence. That’s what’s beautiful and lovable about them.
So what happened to me… at least as I experienced it, I felt it stole my innocence. Destroyed my purity. I was still a virgin, but I’d kept a tight lid on any interest in anything dark or sinister or anything like that (and it turned out there was a lot to keep a lid on.)
After my trauma I was so angry and disillusioned I couldn’t do that any more. I got angry. I got cynical. I got bitter.
Which is all understandable. But here’s the kicker: I felt bad about it. Like a monster. Damaged and broken.
I kept getting diagnoses of situational depression. I’d get talk therapy until I felt a little better and then it would end and I’d need it again, later, like clockwork. It didn’t dawn on me that this indicated a chronic problem, not clearly enough for me to say “let’s look at diagnoses that include recurrence.”
In grad school, I read the book Trauma and Recovery which is an in depth look at PTSD, mostly as suffered by women who were raped or sexually abused.
In it, the women described my deep feelings of having been defiled so well it was eerie. They talked about feeling like there was dirt or oil or mud or sludge way down in their soul, where they couldn’t remove it.
That it made them fundamentally unclean in ways other people weren’t. Dirtied deep down, in ways that would forever separate them from other people who hadn’t been polluted.
Which is how I felt and still feel when things get bad, and what makes me feel suicidal. I can never be clean again, so I’m fundamentally unworthy, so I need to die and get it over with already.
Trying to frame it as that I’m still clean, or that the dirty one is the perpetrator(s), may work for other people, and I wish them the best. But trying to reframe it that way has never worked for me personally. As I said my body is literally altered surgically. I can’t avoid that something changed.
So what has worked to help me feel less like I don’t deserve to live?
Seeing the new thing that was created as worthwhile rather than poisoned.
Because of that, I get a lot of reassurance out of monster stories, especially ones where the monster isn’t fundamentally evil, just threatened and lashing out, or confused, or a child that doesn’t know its own strength or the like.
Which overlaps A LOT with “what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
It’s not quite the same but it’s a cousin concept, a sibling. “You tried to kill me. You really should have finished the job.”
So when I see people say “don’t tell me I’m stronger now, I get to be the judge of that thank you very much,” that version I get.
But when I see “the idea that I’m stronger now is bullshit, all I did was break,” that one twigs me.
Because it pulls me back to the broken doll oozing ichor. Nothing new came out of this. Nothing brave. That’s just a demon trying to justify continuing to exist, when deep down it knows all it is is pollution.
I make these posts not to tell people that they need to see themselves as stronger. I don’t know how they should heal. They know that.
I make them to remind people that there are a lot of different ways to reconstruct a self, and that it’s easy to overstep if you generalize too much.
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idk if its okay to dm so i will ask here. im trying to educate my self on NPD be cause my father is diagnosed with it.
he is also my childhood abuser. so my mom and a lot of people call him a narcissistic abuser.
but im wondering , if that isnt real, is he just a shitty persons? or is something else used for the term. sorrry if this comes off as like mean or rude im not trying to be im just trying to understand.
please educate me. what would be a better term to use for him ? so i can correct my mom and others when they fuel the narcissistic abuse bullshit. 
I appreciate you asking!
So to put it bluntly, narcissistic abuse doesn't exist. It's an ableist misnaming of other abuses. Someone doesn't abuse others because of their disorder. It's a choice they make, which can be influenced by other factors.
What happened to you is really unfortunate. I'm sorry your dad chose to be shitty to you. I've reposted another post about abuse and the power that enables abuse. You can read it here.
In my opinion, the better term to use is to just call him abusive (because he is). When others try saying narc abuse truther rhetoric, you can educate them on how it's a misnaming. An example I'll use is describing the naming system for abuse. The names describe victim (child, animal, domestic), type of action (sexual, verbal, physical, emotional), or if substances are involved (substance abuse). Notice how none of these center around disorders? And they're very specific to describe the situation.
Hopefully this helps!
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