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kuromiiyuuu · 3 months

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how they treat you when you're drunk, jjk.

Geto, sukuna, satoru, and megumi. (f)

warnings, genre, tropes. none! | pure fluff | tropes. dormmate!getoxfem!reader, bf!sukunaxfem!reader, enemy!satoruxfem!reader heavy enemy to livers on satoru's part, boyfriend!megumixfem!reader |

Geto.

"Y/n? what the fuck." he'd munble in his breath as soon as your friends dropped you off of your dorm. your dormate, suguru was luckily still awake, couldn't sleep peacefully since you were not home yet. but now you were, just a little drunk and tipsy, "you're coming home drunk now?"

"hey, stop being rude to me." you reply with a pout, you were tripping over your own words, you fell right on his arms, couldn't even balance yourself. yeah, you were just a tad bit tipsy. your weight was placed on suguru, he closes the door with his foot and carries you by his hand under your legs and the other around your waist. your arms wrapped around his neck for support, "you're handsome."

"and you're drunk." he replies with a tsk at the end of his sentence,"stop saying those things, you don't mean it."

suguru began walking towards your room, entering it and laying you down softly on your bed, "even if I'm drunk, it doesn't change the fact that i find you handsome. what's your name, handsome?"

suguru feels himself chuckling at your silly behavior, you were gonna lose your mind once he tells you the things you were saying right now. it was hilarious, but let me tell you a secret. he might find it funny but trust me, his heart was set in flames at your compliment.

"suguru, but you can call me yours."

"hello, yours!"

Sukuna.

"that's enough." sukuna mumbles, grabbing the shot glass you were about to drink and discarding the liquid on the ground as harshly. you looked at him with a frown, the obvious sign of alcohol can be seen in your appearance.

"but i want another one, kuna." you pout, your voice was trippy and just borderline drunk, your cheeks were red. your eyes were heavy, your head was spinning and you felt like you were floating, "stop being such a buzzkill."

you grabbed another glass and pouring another shot of alcohol but before you can bring the glass up to your lips, sukuna had taken a hold of it and discarded the liquid, again. behind his back, "let's go home."

your eyes suddenly shines in an instant, without him knowing you had already stretched your arms out for him, "carry me, hubby."

"hubby?" he asks, scoffing at the nickname. he was trying to act bitter towards it but to be honest, he liked it, "please refrain yourself from calling me unusual pet names, doll."

"you act so tough all the time when in reality..." your words trailed off when sukuna grabs you gently to help you get on his back. your arms wrapped around his neck. sukuna grabs your bag before hanging it around his neck. you snuggled comfortably against the scent of his soft pink hair, "continue your words, pretty." "im tired of thinking, kuna."

sukuna begins walking, the soft breeze of the night surrounded the loving couple, "you know... you can be cute sometimes."

Satoru.

"oop. careful, sweetie." the silver haired tells you, tightening his grip on your arm more tightly but not to the extent where it started to hurt. you drank way too much alcohol than you can normally take, it was clearly your fault. and now you were facing the consequences for good, you got lost of what you were doing. now you had the man you genuinely hated take care of you after your friends were also in the world of their owns, "don't want to trip now, would you."

"get the fuck off me, satoru." you bite, despite the alcohol in your veins the hatred you had for the mand was still there which was surprising. you push him off of you, the force making you lose your balance, you instantly brig yourself to lena against the wall, your eyes barely opening, "leave me the fuck alone."

"you can barely stand." satoru laughs at your state, he loves seeing you suffer like this, "after three shots, really? what a weak shit you are."

"exfuckingcuse me?" you say, your eyes now opening but it turned to a glare instantly.

"are you passing through?"

you groaned, the pain in your head throbbed in the most fucking bitchh way and it was mixed with satoru's (ugly) face. you slide down to the floor before holding your head in pain, "seeing you makes my head hurt."

"oh don't blame me now sweetie." there was a pause after his reply. and it surprised you to say the least right when he crouched down to your level to meet with your eyes. you were still drunk, but your hatr for the man in front of you was unmatched, "want me to take care of you?"

"I'd rather eat glass."

"stop being a dramatic brat and just let me help you."

"fuck you."

"i dare you."

Megumi.

"my head hurts, gumi. and the room... it's spinning." you complain, it was true, the fact that you felt so light headed was a vague feeling. you never were this drunk before and now that you were, let's just say megumi had a lot of things to take care of. your head rested on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you, both of you sitting on the couch, "im not drinking ever again."

"that's normal." he replies shortly to you, his tone monotone as usual. he soothes your hair and you relaxed under his touch.

"you know." you lift your head up to look at him, the alcohol hitting in an instant. a thought suddenly pops up in your head and because of the drink that contained ethenol was in your bloodstream. your emotions were snesitive, and let me tell you, megumi was caught off guard as soon as you started crying, "are you thinking of leaving me, gumi?"

you cried even harder at the thought, by this time, megumi was unaware of what to do instead of eloping you into a tight hug. his face screamed a confused expression obviously, "i... im not. please stop crying."

"im sorry, i can't help it." and that just added fuel into the fire, you cried even harder. and you don't even know why, there was just this thing in you that you couldn't help it anymore, you were losing controls of your emotions and... it was the alcohol for sure, "im such a bad girlfriend!"

oh boy, this was going to be a ling night for the raven haired.

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lostalioth · 7 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝

→ premise: he only intended to check on you you, he didn’t however plan on you exacting your revenge for him throwing you in the pool at that very moment. though it works out in the end to finally break the thick lingering tension between you two.

→ pairing: s1!steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, smut | 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, edging, semi-drunk sex, underaged drinking they are described as drinking but they are a bit drunk/tipsy, season 1 steve harrington and so tommy and carol are in it, Y/N IS USED ONCE, nicknames [baby, cutie], description of wet clothes

→ a/n: 05 kinktober

“Ahhh Steve noo please!” You squeal and heat washes over your body, your skin burns where Steve's hands are gripping your waist. His touch sends butterflies to start violently fluttering in your stomach. He lifts you up and you feel like the air is punched from your lungs at the strength and his hands all over you. You hear a chuckle eurrupt from his chest right before you’re thrown from his hands. You squeal as your body breaks the frozen barrier of water and you splash into the icey grimy pool. You hold your breath as you look up from under the water and see the stars sparkle in the night sky. Slowly you come up out of the water, pushing your body up on the side of the pool glaring in Harrington's direction. The cold water is working to sober you up a bit, however not as well as you wished it to. The alcohol still streaming through your veins from those last few swings of the bottle now making you only a tad bit tipsy. Tommy and Carol are keeled over laughing, nearly falling off the lawn chairs they were laid out on. “Before you kill me you're gonna need me for new clothes you know? Right?” Steve lightly whines and backs up looking like a deer in headlights as he backs himself up against the sliding patio door.

“Show me where the shower is in this damn mansion of a house and maybe just maybe I'll spare you” you groan and look down at your body as your clothes sag and cling awkwardly to your body, water dripping off of you and onto the patio tile below you making you feel like a wet dog. He slides the glass back door open quickly and waits on you, not daring to make a move. “You're so whipped Harrington, how can you deny that?!?” Tommy calls over at the boy whose frozen stood, making Carol burst out into laughter again. You and Steve glare in their direction as you make your way into the much warmer house.

They shut up and put up their hands in surrender and shrug as you and Steve walk into the house. He leads you up the stairs and points you towards his bathroom. You give him a grimace before you walk into the bathroom, you decide not to lock the door and even to leave it open a crack.

Steve gathers clothes of his own for you to change into as he hears shuffling in the bathroom before the water starts running. He grabs a baggy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt of his as well as socks of his for you. He walks a few feet out of his bedroom, passing the cracked open bathroom door. The smell of his body wash wafts out the door and under his nose. You were using his body wash, and you were gonna smell all like him and be wearing his clothes. He feels his cock stir and twitch in his suddenly ill-fitting boxers at the thought, god it made his stomach turn. It would be like you were his, all his, only his. He shakes away the cloud of lust overcoming him and makes his way into the laundry room. Opening up the dryer he throws in the clothes he grabbed as well as a towel for you, setting it to run for around 10 minutes so that it all comes out warm. It might appear as though he was sucking up cause he doesn't want you to kill him for throwing you in the pool, but he does genuinely want you to be comfortable and warm. He let Carol and Tommy get the better of him and get in his head, always calling him whipped for you and saying he follows you around like a puppy. The two of you weren’t together in any capacity besides friends and it kills Steve. Cause he knows he's very obvious with his affection and infatuation and yet he's oblivious to yours. Therefore him throwing you in the pool was so they'd stop their comments about how close you two were sitting or how he was looking at you. He shouldn't have let them get to him but that was all he could think to do so they’d shut up.

Making his way back into his bedroom he stands frozen in front of the bathroom door, hand wrapped around the side where it was left open a jar. He takes a deep breath and walks in, looking down at his feet. His intentions were purely innocent and yet he couldn't fight the flush of his cheeks or the growing bulge making a small tent in his jeans as he stood there. This was his bathroom after all and so he knew his shower doors were glass and if he just looked up just an inch. He’d see your beautiful silhouette through the fogged up glass door, your hands running over your body as you rinse off the body wash. his body wash. Steve clears his throat to both catch your attention and regain his own composure enough to speak again.

“Hey uh i grabbed out some sweats and a shirt for you, even a pair of my socks, they're in the dryer with your towel so they can be toasty for ya’ i thought maybe i could take your sopping wet clothes from you to wash those” the words all practically come vomiting out of Steve's mouth in a hurry he was doing his best to make up for his adolescent action. The strain of his aching cock against his jeans persistent and annoying however.

It was killing him, knowing if he only glanced up just a bit he could see your body in all its beauty and yet he wouldn't, he couldn't. He wasn't a perv though it may seem like it sometimes, he just felt the need to check in on you, you were tipsy still and not at your own house after all.

With Steve's head bowed and his eyes apparently glued to his own feet he misses the small evil smirk that spreads on your face. “Yeah yeah that'd be great Steve thank-” you cut yourself off and let out a small fustrated string of curuses before you fake whine.

“Y/N? What happened, hey you okay?” A confused Steve stands even more frozen but he's gotten closer to the shower door and has a hand on the door handle. “Oh fuck- ughh i think i got soap in my eye. I can't tell if I rinsed it all away. Can you look at my eye for me please?” You question and fight back the smile that wants to take over your lips, forcing a squinted and pained expression instead.

Without a second thought Steve flings the shower door open, eyes now glued to your face instead of the floor and his feet. He leans forward trying to get a better look in your eye when you grab him by the collar of his shirt. Quickly before he can question you, you pull Steve into the shower with you, sliding closed the door so no water escapes.

The warm water suddenly spraying at his back, soaking his shirt and running down, working its way to soaking his jeans. His jaw agape and his shoulders raised and tense for a moment before he adjusts and they drop. His already tight jeans are beginning to cling around his now very obvious bulge. “Alright yeah I deserved thattt-” he chuckles but his voice gets caught in his throat and his last word dragging on when he lets his eyes drift down your bare, dripping, glowing wet body standing in front of him. You watch as his brown eyes darken and cloud with desire, your own eyes slowly taking in his own body and landing right on his excruciatingly hard cock that's begging to be let out of his strained jeans. Your own eyes glaze over with lust and reluctantly they scan back up Steve's body to meet his. His eyes droopy and brows furrowed, strands of his brown locks now soaked and a darker color as they stick to his forehead jaw still practically on the floor.

“Steve.. please” you whine, your voice coming out more breathless than you intended and full of vulnerability. “Oh fuck it” he grunts and surges forward, his warm hands wrapping around your slippery wasit pulling your exposed body flush against his colthed one as his lips crash against yours.

You let out a small gasp and shut your eyes tightly before kissing back passionately, lips molding together perfectly as hands roam and slide around each other's drenched bodies. Steve’s hand slips up your side, around your back and up your spine slowly before gripping the back of your neck deepening the kiss. You hum into his mouth and let his tongue invade your own mouth and take over dancing with your tongue. His other hand sliping the opposite way, down your hip and over your soft thigh before cupping your throbbing sex. A whimper escapes your lips, the steam from your hot shower filling the bathroom only seemed to double, surrounding the fogged up shower as well as your and Steve's entangled bodies. “Harrington..baby i need you please” you pull away from the heated kiss and whine leaning into his touch, your hands splayed across his lower stomach. One sliding under his soaked shirt and the other sliding down and starting to work at the button on his pants. The running shower head is still spraying right at Steve's back who's too entranced with you to care about the water bill that's raising higher and higher to longer it runs uselessly.

A cocky smirk is plastered on Steve’s face as water flows down his chiseled face and drips off his chin. His nibble fingers slide through your folds and slip through your slick before plunging deep inside you. His middle and ring finger work in tandem to thrust inside your aching cunt and reach that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your pussy clenches around his fingers after every thrust inside, his long fingers buried knuckle deep inside you. You let out a loud wanton moan in relief and pleasure that gets muffled when Steve's lips collide with your own once again. You finish unbuttoning his jeans and do your best to push the fabric as well as his boxers down his thick thighs as they cling to his legs. His neglected cock finally springing free, his leaking red tip angry and desperate for attention.

All the tension and Steve's fast and well trained movements make the pleasure build up fast in the pit of your stomach. You moan and whimper into his mouth as his fingers keep thrusting hard and deep inside you, Steve’s thumb starting to rub slow circles on your twitching clit pushing you closer and closer to that edge. “You gonna cum on my fingers cutie?” His voice comes out taunting and condensing, the sound rebervating against the tile walls in the shower and bouncing all around you. You nod frantically and your knees buckle, your legs almost giving out from under you. Steve uses the hand gripping the back of your neck to make you hold eye contact as well as hold your body up steady as you grow limper in his arms the closer you get.

“Well you know how our little game goes right baby? Well you pulled me in the shower for throwing you in the pool” he starts explaining and you fight your eyes fluttering shut and your thoughts drifting away as you get closer and closer to tipping over the edge. You lazily nod in understanding. “Yes baby yes Steve I know i know!” You babble and moan out nearly incoherently as your eyes shut for a second but snap back open. Your cunt begins to throb and ache for releasing and holding it in starts to become painful. “Well it's my turn again and i think i'm gonna edge you cutie you know, for pay back?” He chuckles and as quickly as he slipped them in he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you let out a long whine in protest as your head falls back and your climax dies back down.

A shit eating grin is glued to Harrington's face and he soothes the pain by circling your clit with the two fingers he slipped out softly. Your disappointment doesn't last long however once Steve grabs both of your arms, pulling them behind your back and spinning your body around to press your tits up against the cold shower wall. Your hips nestled and pressed against his, his cock sliding through your folds as he grinds against your ass. Your nipples harden from the shift in temperature from the shower water. The hand that isn't holding both of your arms behind your back comes down to slap your ass before Steve's tip spilling pre cum is pushing at your entrance and with one hard sharp thrust he's inside.

“Oh god~ Baby” you scream as Steve gives you no time to adjust to his size, the painful sting of your cunt stretching and accommodating his cock. He rubs his thumb over the small of your back as he pushes your arms flush to your back keeping your body right where he wants you. Steve thrusts deep and fast, desperately needing this feeling for so long he can't get enough. The sound of your moans and mumbled curses, sweet nothings and whines of ‘baby’ ‘more’ ‘yes!’ fill the room alongside the slapping sound of wet skin against wet skin. Steve's balls slap against your clit in this position adding to your pleasure. You let out a loud scream of pleasure the harder he thrusts, your climax right on the edge faster than you wished. Your hips slam back against Steves and any thought of being mad at him for throwing you in the freezing cold pool have long dissipated along with the steam in the bathroom and long forgotten about with the running dryer with your towel and Steve's clothes.

→ a/n: i got very carried away with this and it took two days to finish so it came out late and im sorry but im actually pretty proud of this one. fun enough this was sort of an idea carried over from last years kinktober that i didnt do and now finally i did it!! leave me feedback and sorry for any typos!

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peterdarlingg · 11 months

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Could you write tom going out with reader and the boys and she gets tipsy and really cuddly and he's surprised cause she's not into pda, but she keeps giving him kisses and he's blushing so hard, but loving all of that?

Kisses and cuddles

Synopsis: you meet Tom’s brothers for the first time and get a bit tipsy.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: none, (other than maybe drinking)

A/n: hello anon! Thank you for this request. I’m sorry it took so long I’ve been having a hard time but no matter, it’s out now and I hope you enjoy. Hopefully this is what you were looking for.

“Anyone want anything?”

“No I’m good, thank you, love.” Tom told you as you stood up to go get another round.

“Suit yourself, boys, anything?” You asked his brothers.

“No thanks y/n,” Sam said politely.

“I’m good for now thank you y/n,” Harry answered.

“Yeah okay,” you smiled awkwardly, leaving to grab your drinks.

“So, what do you think?” Tom asked his brothers.

“I can see why you like her so much mate, That’s for sure.” Harry said, smiling as he patted toms back.

“I agree, I think she’s very kind,” Sam chimed in. “That’s great news then,” Tom grinned very happy that his brothers approve.

You and Tom haven’t been together for long.

Just for a few months now. So when Tom finally suggested that you meet his brothers and go for a night out to get to know them better, you agreed.

Yes you were panicking about how it might go down but you agreed nonetheless.

If you were being honest, it was going great actually. Tom’s brothers were very kind and welcoming to you.

You’ve been chatting and drinking for about an hour now and you started to get just a tad bit tipsy.

You weren’t much of a drinker and Tom knew that, but you had told yourself a drink would help with the nerves. You didn’t tell Tom this but you really were nervous about today.

You had an inkling he knew anyway. He could always read you so well.

“I’m back and I come bearing goods,” you said smiling putting down the drinks you got.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Tom whispered to you so you could speak privately, seeing the number of drinks you got yourself.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was just a bit nervous about today that’s all. But it’s going well so far I think ya know, so…it is going well right?” You asked him wide eyed.

“Absolutely don’t worry about it at all, they love you already,” Tom comforted you.

“Okay good,” you huffed, a tad bit nervous still.

The night went on and you started getting a bit dizzy but still not full on drunk. Thank god you weren’t much of a lightweight.

On the bright side though you were more comfortable now and that anxiousness that you had, had gone away.

On the downside though…on the downside, Tom’s a bit concerned. Why? Cause you were literally sitting on his lap cuddling into him. Don’t get him wrong he loves to cuddle you, he didn’t mind pda that much. But you, he knew for a fact, you were not into pda.

You liked to keep that private between the both of you. But right now, you were on his lap, cuddling into him kissing up his neck, mind you, right in front of his brothers.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked his cheeks red to the tips of his ears. “Yeah I’m okay, are you okay?” You asked innocently giving him a short kiss, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, y-yeah I’m okay,” he said hesitantly. You smiled giving him a kiss. Then a kiss on his cheek than the other cheek. All while Tom’s cheeks were burning red but he was secretly loving it.

Tom decided to enjoy these moments with you. His love language was touch and affection. So he was currently enjoying this. A lot. He tightened his arms around you and rested his chin above your head and kissed your temple. Sleep was creeping up on you from the drinks you had and it was getting late.

You put your head in the crook of his neck to block out the lights and wrapped your arm around his waist and not even 5 minutes later you were fast asleep.

10 min had past and while talking with his brothers, Tom realized you hadn’t moved or talked once since cuddling him.

He looked down to find you sleeping, your head leaning against him and your cheek squished from leaning on his chest.

His heart fluttered from seeing you so adorably sleeping.

“Hey guys it’s been great, but as you can see, I gotta go now, it’s getting late,” he said as he gestured to you sleeping on his lap.

“Yeah sure of course,” Harry said chuckling. “This has been great mate, I’m happy for you,” Sam said smiling.

After Tom said goodbye he had to carry you into the car. Yes he could have just woken you up, but he felt bad doing that when you looked so peaceful.

He put your seatbelt on and went to his side of the car. He looked at you while starting the car and you were still fast asleep leaning against the window now. He felt immense adoration thinking about you and knowing he’d go to sleep next to you that night.

During the drive home he slipped his hand into yours and held it the whole way back kissing your knuckle occasionally. Thinking about how lucky he was to be with you.

#tom holland #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #my writing

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Hey so the teaser of the upcoming story made me think of something what would happen if Andy came home and caught you using BOB without waiting for him?

Summary: Andy catches you breaking a very important rule during a punishment...

Warnings: Smut, Overstimulation, Ass Play, Butt Plugs, Cockwarming (mentioned), Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Pussy Spanking, Cursing, Public Sex (mentioned), Punishments, Minors DNI

A/N: Requested by the ever-incorrigible @writer84. Also dedicated to just a few of my fellow brats: @suckthatskittlebiiitch, @lexivass, @sarahdonald87. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are sincerely appreciated!

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Holding your breath, you crack open the door to your husband’s home office. Of course you knew it would be empty, just like you knew better than to do, well…whatever it was you were about to do.

You slowly creep inside before taking a seat at the formidable-looking mahogany desk, taking a moment to brush your fingers across the smooth, polished surface. And then you pull a small, silver key out of your pocket and insert it into the lock on the top drawer. You twist it to the left, wiggling just a tad until you hear the soft snick of victory.

You then proceed to pull out the neatly organized compartment, smiling when you finally lay eyes on your prize. On the one thing that had you breaking all of the rules.

Now, to be fair, these weren’t your rules. In fact, this rather unpopular edict that you were about to defy had been issued by none other than the love of your life.

Andrew Barber.

It was because of him that you’d spent the last several days enduring a rather hellacious punishment. The kind of punishment that almost any other sane person would deem both cruel and unusual.

Your crime? Enjoying a little too much wine during your man’s last work function. Yep. That was it. That was all that happened.

Oh.

And there was also the slight possibility that your fingers had done a little wandering. Mostly under the table stuff – and only to show your appreciation for the gorgeous man on your arm who also happened to be one of several honorees that evening as well.

He’d looked sexy. You’d been horny. And therefore, you’d gotten a little handsy. Who would’ve guessed that the District Attorney for the City of Boston would be so against receiving an impromptu handjob in a room full of state officials and colleagues?

Certainly not you.

And eventually – after a number of very tense repeated denials, threats of punishment, and attempts at a distraction – you’d given up. Or so he’d thought.

But in all reality, you’d simply allowed yourself another generous glass of wine, or two, while planning your next move. Which involved pouting, followed by the bright idea to make him jealous by innocently flirting with several unsuspecting event attendees. Only for you to remember too little, too late that you were married to one of the most jealous and possessive men to have ever walked planet earth.

Yeah, you’d landed yourself in a heap of trouble that night. But what was funny was you’d been so damned tipsy by the end of it all that Andy hadn’t been able to deal with you beyond making sure you drank plenty of water and dosing you with Tylenol before bed.

After that, you were out like a light. But not Andrew – not your Big Man. He’d been left alone to stew. Which meant that when you’d awoken the next morning feeling bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, you’d had to contend with a very grumpy husband.

As for your punishment, well…

He’d informed you over breakfast that you were being placed on restriction for the next week. You’d initially balked at that, thinking that he meant you weren’t allowed to watch television or something equally ridiculous. Only to realize that he was talking about something much, much worse.

Namely, your orgasms.

Andrew Barber was restricting your ability to cum for the next seven days. Which might as well have been a fucking lifetime!

Stunned, you’d continued to sit there in silence, mouth agape, as he'd went about enjoying his biscuits and gravy. Of course you’d tried to argue, and when that hadn’t worked you resorted to begging. And then back to pouting.

And to add insult to injury, your man had also taken away your toys. Every single one of them. Your Andy Bear hadn’t even batted an eyelash as he’d gathered them up so that he could lock them away until you’d finished with your punishment.

But the thing about it is that he never intended to make this easy for you. Every night you were unfairly subjected to hours of hedonistic torture at his large, powerful hands. Your man had relished in teasing you -- loving every moment of the sensual torture.

Driving you towards the brink again and again before pulling back. Reveling in your pain and sexual frustration – taking pleasure in every sweet moan and cry that spilled its way past your lips. But if you’d thought, even for a moment, that the man you loved more than anything in this world was going to suffer at your side, you’d been sorely mistaken. Oh, how naive you’d been.

Because your being placed on so-called "restriction" hadn’t stopped your man from fucking you senseless. If he wasn’t wrecking your throat, then he was balls deep in your ass. But he never took you in the one way that you desired most.

Your poor, neglected pussy.

That was the one part of you he’d been content to leave empty and wanting. Every night when Andy was finished with you, the bastard had parted your thighs to bestow a kiss on your weeping cunt. Always whispering a litany of filthy words against your most intimate flesh, promising to take good care of her and you as soon as you learned your lesson. Although it did little to quell the ever-present ache between your legs.

God, he was an asshole.

But in spite of it all, you’d somehow managed to last five days. Five long fucking days of being in nothing but a constant, all consuming state of arousal. And you knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was no way you were going to last two more.

At least not without some kind of relief. At this point you were fucking desperate for it, which is why you decided to take matters into your own hands and do a little snooping. And once you’d located the key to Andy’s desk there’d been no turning back.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you rifle through your selection of vibrators, most of which you never really used unless Andy was with you. The only exception was if one of you happened to be away on business or something, but even then, your man always made sure he was available to witness your pleasure via FaceTime.

That man was so goddamned greedy for you all of the time that you were at least partially convinced that he needed to seek professional help. However, the last time you’d hinted at something like that, all you’d gotten in return was a chuckle before he’d lowered you down on his thick cock and made you ride him on the back patio.

Good times.

You let out a soft squeal of delight when you come across your current favorite toy – the Satisfyer Pro 2. Andy loved playing with that in the bath since it was waterproof. He, and it, always left you a boneless, quivering mess by the time you were finished. And then he would pluck your limp body from the water before gently drying you with a towel so that he could ravage you again from the comfort of your bed.

Yes, you’d make yourself feel better by relieving some of this pent up tension with the help of your trusty Satisfyer Pro. That would hit the spot – literally.

Excitement courses through your veins as you remove your leggings, letting them fall to the ground in a forgotten heap. You were about to show your Big Man that he didn’t run shit in around this house, including you. It was high time that you reminded him that this was your pussy, not his. And furthermore, he was lucky that you let him sample your charms as often as you did anyway.

“Fuck you, Andrew Barber.” You power-on the vibrator and lean back in the chair before propping your feet up on the desk and splaying your legs wide. A low, guttural moan escapes the moment the toy makes contact with your impossibly sensitive clit. “You’re not the boss of me.” Your head tips back in bliss as you increase the intensity of the suction by several notches.

“You sure about that, baby girl?” A deep voice calls from somewhere just outside the door.

You immediately freeze in place as the massager slips from your grasp. It hits the floor with a dull thud, all the while continuing to buzz.

Holy fucking shit!

“Uhh…” You stammer as your head swings around to meet your husband’s dark gaze. “H-hi…”

“Looks like I caught you at a bad time, huh?” Andy shoves his hands in the pockets of his dark gray slacks before crossing his legs at the ankle and resting his hip against the doorframe. “Apparently my naughty little wife has been quite the busy bee.”

“An–Andy…honey…” You can hear the sound of your pulse crashing in your ears, temporarily drowning out your ability to think clearly. Because whether it was said or not, you both knew that you’d just fucked up.

Big time.

“Hush.” Without missing a beat, you watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to quickly scroll through his contacts before pressing it to his ear. “Hey, Samantha, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to push back my twelve-o’clock with Duke Higsby.” He chuckles into the receiver as you squirm in your seat, silently wishing that you had the stones to simply throw on your leggings and bolt.

As if he wouldn’t catch you.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Do me a favor and give him a call to see if he’s open to meeting me tonight for drinks. Tell him to bring the Missus too.” Andy winks at you, his perfect teeth gnawing at his lip. “Alright. I will definitely be back at the office in time for my three-o’clock. Yep. Thank you. Appreciate it.” He ends the call, tucking the device safely away before returning his full attention back to you.

“Okay –” You begin again, finally finding your voice. “It’s not – this is all so not what you think. I mean, I know what it looks like, but if you’ll just let me explain –” Andy is quick to cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“I’ve seen all I need to see, thank you very much.” You let out a shaky breath as your husband begins to roll up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. “But frankly, I can’t say I’m all that surprised.” His eyes are filled with disappointment.

“But I –”

“Quiet!” He barks, making you jump. And then he strides towards you, reaching down to pick up your still pulsing vibrator. He takes a moment to examine it before calmly switching it off. “I almost didn’t come home this morning, but I’m glad I did.” You feel your cheeks heat when you realize that the object is so covered in your slick that it’s damn near impossible to miss. “Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have caught my baby breaking such a big rule. Isn’t that right?”

You head bobs in agreement.

“And did Daddy give you permission to play with his pussy when he was fucking your sweet mouth this morning before he left work?”

You wordlessly shake your head “no”. Seemed like the best policy right about now.

“Hm. Didn’t think so.” Andy tosses your toy across the room so that it lands on his small couch. “Stand up, little brat. I need to survey the damage you’ve done to my cunt. I don’t think you had enough time to make yourself cum, but I want to make sure.” His eyes stray to your core, paying close attention to the swollen nub threatening to peek out from between your slippery folds.

“Good girl.” He praises when you eagerly do as he bids. And then he opens his arms, beckoning you forward. A slightly mocking smirk graces his lips when he sees you openly hesitate instead of obeying this time around. “Aww, c’mon, sweetheart. Just let Daddy check you out so he can be sure of how to proceed.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, hating how pitiful you sounded even to your own ears. “But if you think about it, this is kind of all your fault, Big Ma–I mean, Daddy.” Your face scrunches up at the slight flare of his nostrils.

“Oh, is it?” Andy grunts, clearly running out of patience. He swoops you up in his brawny arms, giving you an affectionate squeeze before depositing you on his desk. “And how do you figure that one?”

“Be-because you’ve been so mean to me lately. You left me no choice but to do something to take the edge off.” You huff, poking out your bottom lip even as your much larger husband looms over you.

A lesser woman would be intimidated, but deep down you knew that he wouldn’t really hurt you, at least not without adding a little dose of pleasure to go right along with it.

Andy leans in for a kiss, drawing your bottom between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth – eliciting a soft whimper from you. “I can’t believe that I have to remind my baby of this particular fact, but Daddy could’ve sworn that he made it very clear that you were on restriction until this coming Sunday.” He murmurs as he glides his lips over yours once more.

“But it’s not fair to make me suffer the way I have, especially not for this long.” You whine, attempting to weave your arms around his neck long enough to hold him in place for more kisses. But at the same time you also knew that he would not allow himself to be so easily swayed.

He slowly untangles himself from you and places your arms at your side. “Well, little girl, perhaps you should’ve thought about that before you tried to give me a handjob under the goddamned table -- three fucking times!” Your husband rakes a frustrated hand through his hair.

“I said I was sorry!”

“And when the fuck was that, exactly?” Andy snarls before gripping your knees with his big hands and yanking your thighs apart. “Before or after I was finally forced to drag your fine ass into one of the private bathrooms to make you behave?” His heavy palm comes down hard on your vulnerable cunt, the wet slap echoing throughout his office.

“Ow!” You hiss, clenching your knees together in an attempt to shield yourself from the next blow.

“Oh, baby.” Your man tuts as he smacks at your damp flesh twice more. in succession “You were in rare form that night, letting this disrespectful little pussy right here run the whole goddamned show. Being so fucking greedy and unreasonable.”

“But you spanked me!” You cry when he strikes again, sending pleasure-filled shockwaves through your already spasming core.

“Only after you made it clear that stuffing you full of my cock wasn’t enough! What else was Daddy supposed to do with you, little love?” His fingers roughly pinch your clit before resuming your punishment. “You left me with no choice.”

So, there might’ve been a small grain of truth to that. You weren’t sure what had you so revved up. Maybe it was the fact that you’d both spent a good chunk of the past month away from each other on business. Perhaps you hated being without him a little bit more than you necessarily cared to admit.

Well, fuck!

“I know we’ve spent a lot of time apart recently, sweetness. I do.” Andy delivers one last sharp smack to your throbbing center before flipping you onto your belly. “But there are so many other, better ways to get my attention, sweetheart. And I just bet that you could do it without throwing a fucking tantrum. What do you think?” You bite your fist as a fresh wave of pain suddenly blossoms across your upturned bottom.

He briefly steps away from you to make his way around to the other side of his desk to retrieve something from another compartment. “Asked you a question, brat. And I sure would like to hear your answer.” Andy holds up what appears to be a glittering, jeweled butt plug up to the light. It's bigger than any of the ones you've ever, erm, played with before.

“I – I should’ve tried to…” You taper off as your husband’s free hand then fishes out a bottle of lube from that same drawer. “I’m sorry for simply reacting instead of telling you how I was feeling.”

There we go. Progress. Now maybe he could put those weapons of mass destruction away.

“S’alright.” Once he’s behind you again, you hear him pop the cap on the vial. And then you feel a handful of cool drops trail their way down the exposed crack of your ass, followed by the sensation of something thick and invasive prodding its way against your puckered back hole. “Daddy’s awfully proud of you, princess. And you wanna know something else?”

You exhale out another series of strained breaths as Andy begins working the toy in and out of your tiny ring of muscles. “Ooh, Daddy – I! Shit!” He never once lets up – even as you inadvertently rise on your toes to meet his thrusts.

“I hear you, sweet girl.” The plug finally slips its way past your defenses, stretching you so completely that you temporarily see double. “But right now, Daddy’s gotta finish getting this new punishment plug settled deep in your naughty little ass." Andy spreads your cheeks so that he can openly admire his delicate handiwork. "And then I’m gonna let you sit on my cock and keep me warm while I respond to all of the emails I’ve missed while taking care of you.”

He smooths a gentle hand through your curls, loving the soft feel of them as he gathers his composure. “You’re also gonna keep that plug in the rest of the fucking day, understand me?” You let out a small shriek when his hand connects with your left cheek before giving it a harsh squeeze. “If you prove to be a good girl who’s capable of following instructions, perhaps I’ll consider removing it tonight in-between cocktails with the Higsbys.”

“O-okay, Daddy.” You bite back a moan as you feel yourself getting lost in the sensations. You felt so goddamned full like this, completely stuffed to the brim.

“However, if you disobey me, little one – if I catch even so much as a hint of it from you – Daddy’s gonna haul your sweet ass off to the nearest bathroom and rail you so hard that you won’t be able to sit properly for the rest of the night.” He presses a tender kiss to your brow before standing up to unzip his pants.

“And I can tell you right now that I won't give a damn about who sees me. Or who hears you.” Andy hisses, fisting a hand in your hair and tugging as he leads you towards the couch. “Now, c’mon and have a seat, beautiful." He eagerly pats his lap as he removes his impressive erection from its confines. "Before Daddy forgets that you’re supposed to be keeping him warm and decides he's better off fucking you senseless right here…”

He grips his shaft, stroking himself from base to tip as you prepare to lower yourself onto him.

“Right now.”

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chelemlem · 16 days

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about 500w of a random nothing prequel to this. (814 + r63 + implied infidelity)

The great thing about being young, dumb, and you know, Jenson winks, is that it's socially acceptable to excuse herself from all the schmoozing and shoulder-rubbing to sneak the odd ciggie with the servers.

Back by the venue kitchens halfway into one of these things is where she finds Oscar: plonked on a wooden crate, phone in hand.

Maybe it's the peachy champagne from before, but Lando's limbs feel loose enough to pitch forward, perching her chin on Oscar's shoulder. Mm. Clean and cheap — some kind of citrus soap.

"Whatcha hiding out here for?"

Oscar, to her credit, takes it in stride.

"Not hiding. Just, uh. Quali's on."

Why bother? Obviously Verstappen's taking it. Oscar wrinkles her nose in an ehh gesture, screen angled so Lando can watch too. "Dunno, Red Bull are pretty shit around Marina Bay."

Are they, though? Then again, Oscar still backs Ricciardo out of some vague sense of patriotism, so maybe she's not the best judge of wheel.

"Bet you only fancy him 'cause he seems like he's hung," she says accusingly, and Oscar fucking. Creases in silent laughter. Huh, easy crowd.

With her mouth open, Lando can see how the top line of her teeth dip low in the middle. A bunny rabbit.

Ugh, fine. She has nothing better to do, and Oscar seems like a marginally more interesting time than the other models and heiresses inside. A proper little athlete. Might as well.

It turns out to be quite a long time, them sitting here. Like, two missed calls from her brother long. Nothing important. He's just in town on business and wants to do lunch. On the cusp of closing some deal that would make even Jense's eyes water.

"I have three sisters," Oscar offers. They have their backs to opposite walls, legs extended. Lando isn't really tipsy anymore, but she still kind of has this insane urge to close the gap, press her ankle along the exposed square of Oscar's instep. Are those Tommy? Fuck's sake.

"Mm. And you're the oldest?"

Oscar blinks. "Is it obvious?"

"Bit, yeah."

Seems like a pain, honestly. There's a reason Lando's parents let her get away with everything — because they have Oliver to cushion the fall. Everyone agrees she'll probably land an MRS degree before an MBA.

Oscar smiles, a tad wry. "Bet they're glad you're still making connections, though."

"Whad'you mean?" Lando says, shuttering. The back of her neck feels warm. Fucking—is she being slut-shamed right now?

Oscar shifts on the floor, looking for the first time: uncomfortable. "Isn't that why you're here?"

Uh. Lando is here because she'd wanted to date a MotoGP rider growing up and Jenson is the next-to-next best thing. Specifically here, in this greasy produce cellar with Webber's little girlfriend, though? Well.

"Fuck if I know, mate."

Oscar snorts, her shoulders going lax. She starts to say something else when Lando uncrosses her legs, uncomfy from the sweat building behind her knees. The cream satin hitches up, baring a triangle of thigh that draws Oscar's gaze like a condemned moth to flame. Her mouth snaps shut.

Their eyes lock. Only for a second — but it's enough.

Enough for Lando to pause and consider. And smile. 'Kay then.

Everything after that is a bit of a blur.

#landoscar #ln4 #op81 #i continue to be the eepiest guy in the worldt #had to face unimaginable horrors today (apply for both schengen and uk visas)#actually that's disingenuous ONE of these was a relatively straightforward painless process #spoiler it's not what u think !#will reply to asks later i prommy #in other news. Always Thinking About Them #ffdotnet a/n voice ojp does not back 3 she just blurted smth out of awk/nervousness #it happens #ch. fic #girls!814

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ch3rriewine · 1 year

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Pink in the night ♡ {R.L}

summary: Remus drunkenly confesses his feelings, romance ensues

warnings(?): 1.6k words, idk like fluff, loosely based off of the mitski song "pink in the night", little bad idk how i feel about this one, i wrote this with fem!reader in mind, reader has hair long enough to be tucked back lol, reader has a cat:D, remus is a cutie as always, remus is a clingy drunk, theyre at a party and drinking alcohol, like one mention of a weed smell, the time it takes for the pain meds to kick in is a tad unrealistic but it's fiction so who cares, i'll add more when i think of more

authors note: ahhh!!!!! second fic thing idk tell me what u think :p also tell me what else u want writing wise im trying to write more

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Remus needs to talk to you, even standing near you would be great. You might as well be glowing pink, and the alcohol makes you look no less than a ray of sunlight. In a little black dress and some kitten heels, you stand close to Emmaline. That dress does wonders for your already lovely self, he thinks. You arrived a little later than everyone else, so you only had a few sips of some cocktail in you. He stumbles over to you, okay maybe he's drunk, not tipsy. Still, he managed to get over to you. Your perfume hits his senses and suddenly he’s forgotten why he’s over there. Oh yeah,

“Hey” you speak up first glancing at him with furrowed brows accompanied by a concerned smile.

“H-hey!” he yells, maybe a bit too loud, over the music. You're still smiling, now it’s not in concern, it's in fondness. He hopes you never stop.

“Having fun?” you chide, cocking your head a bit to the side. The smell of vodka and a small hint of cologne is eminent on him.

“No, not really” he slurs his words ever so slightly, grinning the smallest bit of pearly whites showing and something glinting in his eyes that you can't quite place.

Small talk ensues, and then he starts following you around the flat, chatting about nothing. Soon enough you're sat on a couch that smells faintly of booze and weed with Remus playing with a small lock of your hair. The strands twirl through his fingers, he seems oddly entertained by it, how much alcohol had Sirius given him?

“Rem, you look tired, you wanna stay the night at my place?” you ask, worried he’d pass out in this sticky mess. It’s only a friendly worry, not I secretly want to take care of you because I like you a whole lot worry, totally not.

“If it’s not too much of a hassle, sure” he mumbles, apparently too tired to speak up. Thankfully, your flat isn’t that far within walking distance. You two eventually make it back with no problems, other than Remus would occasionally trip on nothing. You lead him to your couch and sit him down, he’s already half asleep and he doesn't notice you taking off his coat for him and his shoes. You drag him back onto his feet and lead him to your bedroom, a lot harder than it sounds when it's a six-foot drunk man you're dragging. He plops down onto your bed, sighing at the feeling of your blankets and pillows surrounding him. You get a glass of water and some paracetamol on your bedside table for his oncoming hangover, then leave to change into your pajamas. He slowly assesses your bedroom, your bookshelves, the color of the walls, to your photos hanging up. It’s so you, everything just fits in perfectly with your character. You emerge from your bathroom changed and cleaned.

You're so lovely, he thinks. With your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, you make your way over to your bed. “Get some rest, please, you had a lot to drink” ending your sentence with a small smile. That damn smile again.

“You’re so beautiful” he admires while sitting up, his face flushed from the alcohol and maybe something more. He eyed your lips with hazy eyes. “I really like you, as I think of you all day, it's hard to get stuff done. I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You’re drunk, get some rest and drink water” you insist.

“I’m serious!” he presses “you're so lovely” he sighs and falls back down onto the mattress.

“Scooch” you push him lightly so he moves over to the other side of the bed. “You won't feel like this in the morning, you're drunk.” you look into his eyes in the dim room, his dark brown irises looking almost black in the dark.

“I will,” he says before closing his eyes “I always will”. After a while, his breathing deepens and he's snoring lightly. He was saying that you were the one that was beautiful but look at him. His fluffed-up yet put-together hair, his bushy eyebrows, and the small, sparse freckles dotting his face, I mean come on. You fall asleep with your body turned towards him.

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Remus awakes with meowing in his face. He blinks his eyes open slowly, looking at the black cat staring back at him. It was a small thing, with big yellow eyes and a pudgy figure. For a moment he was incredibly confused, he didn’t have a cat. He looked around to find that he wasn’t in his flat and he had a raging headache. His head was pounding and the shrill meowing wasn't helping. He looked over to his left seeing you. You were so peaceful like this, hair a mess, face completely relaxed, and hand resting on his chest.

He put the pieces together, he was in your flat after Sirius’ party, God did he say anything weird? Being too tired to think about it, he looks to his side to find water and some paracetamol. Downing the water, he turns toward your cat. Sashimi, he thinks is the name. Sashimi is sitting at the end of the bed now waiting patiently for his breakfast. Remus would feed him if he knew where you kept the cat food, so he has to wake you up. He dreads it, he'd rather not take you out of your peaceful state, but it’s for your son, as you call him.

“Hey, your cats hungry” he shakes you awake softly. “I'd feed him but I don't know where the food is”

You mumble something incoherent into your pillow, rolling into it. He laughs. That stupid, gorgeous laugh. “Ugh ok, I’ll feed him,” you say, not putting in any effort to get up. He rubs your arm comforting, the paracetamol already taking its effect.

You fight off the sleep still in your system and sit up. “Ok I’m awake, stay here if you want” Finally sitting up and getting out of bed. You smooth your hair, trying to salvage your appearance in any way possible. He follows close behind, walking out into your kitchen/living room, actually getting a good look at your living space. Your fake plants, your photos with your friends, and even a photo of you two. The photo is slightly blurry with you on his lap laughing wildly at something he said, a quaint smile spreading across his face at your reaction. It’s cute. He remembers that night, the party you guys were at, the smell of your perfume, the glitter coating your eyelids, the heels you took off halfway through the night, everything about you he remembers, yet he can't, for the life of him, remember what he said to make you laugh that hard.

The sound of a can opening pulls him back to the moment. Your cat meows at your feet, incessant with his demands for his breakfast. “Here you go, sweet boy,” you say to Sashimi while plopping the wet food into his bowl. Crouching to pet the cat’s soft fur, you turn your head and smile at Remus. “You want to go out for breakfast? There's a diner right around the corner.”

You sit opposite each other, him still in his alcohol-smelling clothes from the night before and you in sweats and a tank top with a flannel thrown over. The coffee is burnt and the bacon is too salty, but you couldn't be more content, what can you really expect from a diner whose main consumers are people like you, fighting hangovers with greasy food and coffee. “How're your eggs?” you ask, still kind of groggy.

“Rubbery,” he says around a mouthful of said eggs. “How’re your waffles?”

“Eh, they're ok,” you say moving your cut-up waffles around the plate with your fork, mind occupied.

“Are you ok? Something on your mind, lovely?” he asks. Of course, he can tell when you're out of sorts. Stupid, smart, amazing boy.

“You said, uhm, you said something last night.” you say “I just-I’m just thinking about it” you give him a small smile.

Oh God, what did he say? Did he mess it all up before he could even make a move? The poor boy looked mortified. It all came back to him, shit. He really said that to you? Drunkenly no less?

“I’m-I’m so sorry, genuinely. I was drunk and wasn't thinking and I should've expressed myself in a better way! I'll make it up to you! We can forget I said it or-” he rambles on.

“Did you mean it? Do you still feel the same way?” you stare at him anxiously, waiting for an answer.

“Do I-what?” he stares dubiously “Of course I do! How could I not? I meant every word I swear.” he takes your hands in his. This is all happening in a corner booth of a run-down diner, by the way. How romantic.

“Can I kiss you now?” he says, sincerely. Remus Lupin wants to kiss you, what a dream.

“Mhm,” you nod leaning over the table already. He laughs, shaking his head, then winces as his headache is coming back. You chuckle a little, it’s endearing in some odd way. He meets you halfway, putting a hand on your cheek and rubbing small circles with his thumb. His lips meet yours softly, just barely brushing over yours before you take the notion to deepen it. He smiles into the kiss, grabbing your face with both hands now. You break away after a while, smiling and on the verge of giggling like a schoolgirl.

“I think I didn't do it right,” he says tucking hair behind your ear "Maybe I'm still a little bit drunk," a knowing smirk ghosted his mouth.

“Oh yeah?” you question him.

“Yeah,” he nods “Can I try again?” a kiss “and again?” another “and again?” one last for good measure.

#remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fic #remus lupin x reader #young remus x reader #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders fic #remus my babygirl #marauders era

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supermarine-silvally · 29 days

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💙 + Portada!! -🍂

tysm as always for the prompts, my dear Alvita!! Apologies that this took awhile to get to, hope you enjoy! 💕

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Yara carefully lifted the sides of her long white dress as she ascended the stairs of the Moby Dick, reaching the upper deck. It was far quieter up here, away from the noise of the party still going strong on the summer island that the massive ship— among many others— was anchored at. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face from where it had come loose from the ornate pins that bound her long violet locks into a bun, interwoven with little silk flowers for added decoration— sakura blossoms, at Izou’s insistence; a nice little nod to her Wano heritage on this very special occasion.

As she stepped onto the deck, however, her brow furrowed. Just ahead of her, she could make out another silhouette, illuminated by the moonlight reflecting on the open ocean. Someone had apparently beaten her here. Quietly, she moved across the wooden boards, stopping about a metre away from them, her arms resting on the gunwale as she gazed out at the calm sea.

“Come here often, gorgeous?”

The sound of the smooth voice made Yara’s lips twitch upwards. “Every now and again,” she replied. “Though it’s not usually occupied.”

She could feel warm hands press against her waist, sliding sensually down to settle on her hips. Gentle kisses peppered her neck, trailing down to her collarbone.

“Just my luck, then, to run into such a beautiful woman in this place.”

“Careful,” she murmured. “My husband is nearby.”

“You have a husband?”

“Mm-hmm. Just married, too.”

“What’s he like?”

“Oh, he’s very handsome. Soft black hair, the cutest freckled cheeks…”

“Sounds like a real dreamboat.”

Yara couldn’t hold her amusement back any longer, letting out a giggle. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?”

Ace kissed the crook of her neck again, his arms wrapping around her chest. “Can’t help myself,” he admitted.

“What are you doing alone out here, anyways?”

“Waiting for you. I know there’s only so much party you can take before you need a moment to yourself, and I thought I’d grab the opportunity to steal you away for a bit. …Look.” He grinned, detaching himself from her and bringing her attention towards two fancy glasses sitting on a barrel beside him. “I brought drinks.”

“How thoughtful,” she hummed appreciatively. “But are you sure you wouldn’t rather be at the party? You might not see Luffy again for a while.”

“Eh, Luffy understands.” Ace smiled, lifting up the glasses. As he stepped towards her, she could see that his shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest. The tie had come off ages ago, lost sometime in between the dancing and the cake-cutting. Anyone else might have considered it uncouth, but it was so him that Yara couldn’t find it within herself to care.

“You’re certain?”

“Yeah. Besides, I’m sure Usopp is keeping everyone entertained with the fiftieth rendition of his goldfish story.”

Yara laughed, shaking her head. “I adore your brother’s crew to bits, but those stories do get a tad repetitive after a while, I’ll admit.”

“That they do. …Here you go.” He handed her one of the glasses. “This is yours-- It’s white wine. I know champagne messes with your stomach.”

She received it from him, staring at it. “Are you sure we should be drinking any more?”

Ace shot her a lopsided grin. “Hey, it’s a special night. Our special night. I’m sure one more drink wouldn’t hurt.”

“Marco might disagree.”

“Pssh, who cares what Birdbrain thinks? It’s not his wedding.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Here.” He leaned his glass towards hers. “To us?”

“To us,” she agreed, clinking them together.

Yara tilted the glass back, downing its contents in one go. Her head buzzed as she placed the empty glass down on the gunwale, then turned to glance over at Ace, meeting his dark, sweet eyes. He was looking right at her, as if all the stars had coalesced to bask her in their heavenly light.

“What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow

“Nothing.” He grinned. “Just… admiring my gorgeous wife. …Heh. My wife. I get to call you that now.”

“You’ve been calling me your wife ever since we got engaged,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but now it’s official official.” He held up his hand, showing off the golden band on his ring finger. “No takesies-backsies. …Unless you get sick of me in a few years and want a divorce.”

Yara couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t have married someone I could so easily get sick of.”

Maybe it was the alcohol buzz, or the fatigue, or just the silly, lovestruck grin on Ace’s face, but all of her inhibitions suddenly faded away. Draping her arms over his shoulders for balance, she leaned forwards, pressing her lips to his. It was a slow, uncoordinated kiss, her sense of timing dulled by the multiple glasses of wine she had consumed over the course of the evening. She could taste the champagne on his lips as he kissed her back at his own unhurried pace, mouths sloppily melding together as his hand slid around her waist, then slowly moved upwards along her spine to toy with the zipper at the back of her dress.

“Ace…” she murmured, breaking the kiss and pushing his hand away.

“What?” He tried to look innocent.

“We’re still technically in public. Save it for later.”

“Aw.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @box-of-bats @starcrossedjedis

#oc: bravada yara #ship: portada #otp: i'd burn the world for you #portgas d ace x oc #my ocs #asked and answered #my writing #this is an everyone lives AU because why not #posting this from mobile so hopefully the formatting doesn’t get screwed up #meant to get to this sooner but I’ve been travelling and the wifi situation hasn’t been terribly reliable #I’ll write some ace yara and yamato shenanigans next #this is the last of the heart prompts btw #I figured this would be a nice fluffy scenario to end on

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cauldron-of-oddities · 4 months

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It's about two hours to midnight for me. Enjoy the silliness inspired by my yuletide tipsiness.

Apples are lovely.

Had he known what the evening had in store for him, he might not have come. But well, Jinx’s pretty pleading eyes and the promise of fancy snacks had convinced him. And ok, possibly the promise of causing some (minor) mayhem at a Pilty party was too good to pass up.

So here they were, at a house so posh it made him want to gag. Before he could ask how she got an invite to a place like this, Jinx was talking. “Sickening, isn't it? And you know what's the worst?

“It's built on cursed ground?” He jokes.

“No. This, this is Vi's girlfriend's place and it's her party”

Damn, she was glad she brought Ekko along, her grounding force when dealing with her sister, her best friend, her partner in crime for pranks, her ‘I would really like you to be kinda more than a friend’ friend but well, he's never shown any interest like that. Also, who would be interested in such a scrawny chaotic person? But she has different fish to fry tonight. Those fish? To annoy her sister, scandalise her sister's girlfriend, and find the perfect place for a glitter bomb.

Jinx gears up to ring the bell when the door slams open with a force that could only herald Vi. “Pow! You made it and Ekko, too! Awesome! Come on. Get in!”

Looking at all the luxury within Ekko had to control the impulse to take or break something. Or maybe that was a response to the grimace Jinx had on her face to Vi using Jinx's old nickname. Either way, self-control was the name of the game, and he worried for Jinx. Grabbing Jinx's hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand and wrist, he could feel some of the tension leave her. The little action did not go unnoticed by Vi, who only raised her eyebrow. But before she could make any remarks, a voice sounded from behind her.

“Ah, hello there” from a rather tall woman in a dress that was definitely made to flatter and in all likelihood cost more than he'd earn in a week, startled him out of his thoughts.

After a more than awkward introduction to Caitlyn, aka the ‘cupcake’ - he could see why She was sweet, almost too sweet. - and being led to a spacious living room, he had to conclude the party was not too bad, the pleasant hum of different people chatting (even if it was a bit stiff, should he take a page out of Jinx's book and spike some punch? There was probably a good bottle of strong booze in this house. The food was good (even if the canapes were a tad pretentious), and the person he'd found to talk to was interesting. Viktor, also from Zaun and could actually follow Ekko when he started about his inventions.

Jinx, in the meantime, had, with all the grace of a lazy cat, flopped down onto an ostentatious looking couch that was decidedly not comfy. All looks and design and no plush. Bad couch. Ekko had left her with her sister to go socialise himself and enjoy all the food by the looks of it. So here she was feeling all sorts of awkward and frustrated, only made worse by Caitlyn joining Vi on the other couch and being particularly lovey dovey with each other. So, her sister was smitten with wealthy, tall, dark, and busty. The cupcake must have a whole hoard of admirers, and she steals her sister.

Her expression must have been something because Vi looked up and asked her what she was glaring about.

“You. You sold your soul for fancy clothes, canapes, and a pair of cantaloupes!” As Jinx said it, she couldn't stop herself, glancing down rather forlornly at her own chest. “What? You jealous? Vi asked with a laugh.

Jinx grumbles under her breath and turns to look at Ekko on the other side of the room in his own conversation. Hoping that he'd look up and come save her from her rather awkward predicament.

Sniggering Vi can't stop herself when she follows her sister's stare. “Heh, apples are good too, just ask Little man”

Jinx thinks to herself that blushes should not be allowed to go that deep. As she feels herself flush from cheeks down to her stomach where the already jittery butterflies up their dance to another level. “What do you mean?”

“People have different tastes?” Vi suggests with another laugh. “Here, let's ask him”

“What!? No!” Oh, let the world swallow her whole. This was not happening.

“Hey! Little man!” Vi called out as she put Jinx in a headlock when Jinx tried to pounce on her and muffled another rather panicked “No!” Ekko looked up from his conversation “Yeah?”

“Come settle something for us.” Vi said. Seeing Jinx and Vi wrestling made both nostalgia and suspicion rise in him, why oh why did this feel like some sort of trap? “You prefer apples or melons?” The question seemed innocent enough but well to be safe: “Why are we debating fruit?”

“Humour me. Little man.” Vi's tone leaves no room for further explanation. “Ok, ok. Apples. They fit into your hand better, and less messy peeling is involved.”

It couldn’t have been a better answer Vi thought as she doubled over and started howling with laughter and Caitlyn joined in by sniggering politely behind her hand though the snort that escaped cracked some of the prim and proper princess look. Jinx, however, looked utterly mortified.

Jinx was sure she's completely crimson by now. A jumbled mess of feeling bubbled up violently in her, and all she wanted was to run away from the embarrassment. Everything becoming just a bit too much. She throws a pillow at Vi and then one at Ekko for good measure (does he even realise what he said!?) and runs out of the room.

With complete confusion, now holding the pillow flung at his face, Ekko turns toward Vi for some sort of clarification. “What…? Um, we were talking about fruit, right? Right?” an odd sort dread settled in his stomach.

“Yeah, we were talking about fruit and different tastes, Ekko. Don't worry.” Vi managed to get out between the laughter.

Don't worry. Vi had said, but with how Jinx stormed off, he was worried though, had he made her lose the debate? Was said debate even about fruit? And that there might be a glitter bomb going off way too early. Seeing Jinx upset never sat well with him. He liked her happy and smiling (preferably at him). Wondering in which direction she went and if he should follow her, Caitlyn got up. “I'll have a quick look for her. It is my house, I know the best hiding spots.”

This house was a winding maze, but Jinx did have to admit all the different rooms made for easy hiding. Eventually, Jinx found herself in one of the bathrooms. One hidden away, a good hallway removed from the living room where the party was. Oh, hell. She'd wanted a rise out of her sister, for her to feel some of her frustration at her leaving and leaving for a Pilty no less! Instead, she got hit over the head with her insecurities, and Vi yet again teased her about Ekko. Was she that evident? Why hadn't Ekko picked up on it after all these years? Was she just not attractive enough?

Mumbling to herself and looking in the mirror

Jinx splashed some cold water onto her burning cheeks, only for her thoughts to stray. To what Ekko said. How with one remark all sorts of terrible ideas start running through her head. Oh, she wouldn't mind his hands on her apples so to speak, wouldn't mind kissing and teasing him for such a remark either… shaking herself from her daydream she takes stock of her rather casual crop top, just a t-shirt model. She hadn't wanted to put any effort into getting dressed to go to a party she didn't want to. She sort of regrets it now.

A soft laugh sounds from behind her. In the mirror, she sees Caitlyn holding a rather pretty crop top. V- neck halter, black and covered in sequins. And damn it, it's just her sort of thing. “You know, if, by what Vi says is true and his reaction after you ran off, your friend is rather smitten with you regardless.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, with a peace offering so to speak. Look I like your sister a lot, so give me a chance?” Holding up the top.

“And why would I fit into anything of yours?”

“Because it is not mine, it is for you. Your sister is terrible at shopping but surprisingly good at picking things others would like. Anyway she saw it in a store I was shopping at, said this would be your thing, panicked at the price and considering your birthdays round the corner I got it. Or rather, to put it bluntly, I am not above a bit of bribery for the sake of peace.”

Eyeing the top with suspicion and interest she makes a grab for it and before Caitlyn can blink she's swapped tops and is tying the new top back.

“You know what cupcake, you get points for blatant bribery”

Jinx won't say thank you to the damn princess, but her boobs look the bomb in this top, still small, but it made the curves she did have appear just that bit more alluring. Jinx giggled to herself. If, what miss not so proper after all said was true then… could she get that opening? It was embarrassing, but at the same time, she'd also been handed prime teasing material.

Caitlyn doesn't need vocal thanks. She can wait it out. Besides the preening in the mirror and the little mumble about Ekko were telling enough.

“Stop worrying, Caitlyn has a way with people”

“Yeah, but I feel like I said something wrong, but she likes apples, so why?”

“Here, have some pie, different question: you and my sister”

Ekko almost chokes on the bite he takes and Vi hits him a few times on his back.

He looks up at her like a deer in headlights.

“We're best friends, she wouldn't see me that way.”

“So you're interested?”

“Uh.” Ekko searched his brain for a way to get out of this conversation.

“Because I think she is too, and with me being away, it would actually put my mind at ease a bit.”

She sounded sincere, and he'd be lying to himself if he denied the bubble of hope rising in him. Taking another bite of the pie, apples with a bit of bite and spice, he wondered what would have set Jinx off. Apples are palm sized and easy to peel, so what was it about that? The thought trails off when Jinx comes back in, Caitlyn behind her. Her previously plain, if cute top had been replaced with an upgraded and definitely more festive version, and he felt part of his rational mind abandon him as his eyes trailed the deep neckline.

“Cupcake, your back, I missed you.”

“I was gone all of fifteen minutes, maximum Vi. Are you sure you missed me?”

“Of course I did and your lovely melons” As Vi cheekily nuzzled Caitlyn's chest”

“... really? Come on, behave.”

Ekko, still a little star stuck, only catches half the conversation, but it's enough for the penny to drop, a whole bag of them even. Melons as breasts… apples or melons, melons, or apples. Perfectly palm sized. Palm sized apples, Vi's question, apples…, Jinx a lovely colour of crimson, apples… Jinx in a lovely top that would probably peel right off…he'd said apples. Oh hell, that wicked pretty grin he loved was back on her face as she took a bite out of an apple that had appeared out of nowhere. He was sure he would never be able to look at the fruit or her the same way again. His fingers twitched. Was he terrible thinking he'd really like to touch?

To add to his internal crisis, Jinx’s following words were devastating in the way that he was fairly sure his sanity had exited the building.

“Want a bite?” She leaned forward, holding out the apple for him. As she did, he swore it was on purpose, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face. Also, a mistake as now all her smile seemed to tell him was to lean forward too. What happened next may as well be worse.

“What if I said I wanted it peeled?” Dread dropped on him like a stone. He did not just say that. He had, though, hadn't he? Umm, fuck, seemed it was his turn to run away.

Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he stumbled over the edge of one of the couches and, with some sort of trip, turned towards the nearest exit, the balcony. He entirely missed the satisfied smile that crossed her face only to immediately fall when he ran. Outside as the cool air hit him, a sigh of relief escaped him, crossing his arms on the balustrade and letting his forehead fall onto them he barated himself for letting that slip out. Damn, what if this made their friendship weird?

He heard the click of a door, and he peaked over his shoulder. Leaning against the balcony door, Jinx stood with her arms wrapped around her, and her shoulders hunched. A deep crease on her forehead. Seeing her look so dejected made him want to reach out.

“Did I read you wrong? I’m sorry I'll go. I know I'm just your friend, I know I'm not pretty girlfriend material.”

Not pretty, not girlfriend? No, that would not fly. “Fuck! You are beautiful! I thought you weren't interested.” It burst out of him before he could stop himself. She startled at his exclamation. But she was looking at him now.

Sod his dignity, right now there was someone more important and unless he was terribly terribly wrong, a blatant invitation. Heart beating rapidly in his throat, he dove in, consequences be damned.

“And for your information, I stick to my apple preference. They're absolutely lovely, and so is the person with them, even if she gives me whiplash sometimes.” He said with a wry smile.

The look of dismay gave way to a shy grin. “Yeah?” She stepped closer to him.

Really, he couldn't be blamed for what he did next, certainly not with her mirroring his action of leaning into one another. His hand reached for hers and pulled her to him that final inch.

A warm hand on hers, her butterflies fluttering up to her head and then, soft full lips against her chapped ones, just a quick caress against her, over way too soon. Looking up at half lidded eyes, clouded with something like disbelief, she reached up and laced her fingers through his dreads. A shared look sparking between them, and they came back together again, this time with more confidence. Her mind pleasantly blank, just the sensation of the soft pressure of him against her mouth. It made her lips part in response. It was all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to circle round her waist and tealingly trace the bare skin there. A quiet gasp escaped her as one hand crept up to run along the curve of her breast, and his tongue brushed against hers. A high-pitched sound escaped her.

He pulled away. “You ok?”

“Hmmm” She looked dazed as she looked up at him and nuzzled her nose against his.

Giggling, she smoothes her fingers over his cheeks and back to his hair, tugging him back down, her breath still slightly irregular.

Shy was making way for confidence and mischief and he rather liked that. Falling into another kiss.

“So does this mean I get to call you boyfriend?”

“Does this mean I get to call you girlfriend?”

She hit him on the chest for that.

“Yes.” Joy jumping from the word.

“Vi's going to tease us to hell and back, isn't she?.”

“Let her. Sister dearest is probably too busy canoodling with the melon flavoured cupcake anyway.”

“So, what now? Go back in and pillage some more snacks?”

“Or, You could kiss me again.”

He did not need to be told twice. Angling down his lips to hers and rather cheekily sneaking his hand up to the curve of her breast again, he revelled in the soft noises that escaped her. Fuck the fancy canapes his mouth and he had other business tonight Ekko decided right then.

That was until she suddenly pulled away with a dead serious expression, her lips tingling “Ok. So do we give the cupcake and my double crossing sister a pass for the top? Or do we still plant the glitter bomb?”

Between the wicked grin, the distracting cleavage, kiss reddened lips, he decided he'd do whatever the hell she wanted. Causing a bit of mayhem with his girl sounded like a blast.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #ekkojinx #not beta read #should I post to ao3?#festive silliness #AU

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maya-delucabishop · 3 months

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hi there, here's my plotting/starter call for the event. i'll probably drop most threads i have for my muses. but i'm excited to write this out with all of you. below the cut, i have my muses, their date status and a summary of what they'd most likely be doing at the ball. hit the like button if you want to plot (or go to the ball with any of my muses who don't have dates (romantically of platonically)) and i'll hop in your dms. otherwise, just let me know who you want starters from below.

apple caramela, 25, she/they, aware

date: no one as of yet summary: apple loves a good party; you can catch them near the bar most of the night... flirting with guys and gals; maybe even on the dance floor. threads: jeremy smith, carlos de vil, laurel lance

april dibrina, 22, she/her, unaware

date: no one as of yet summary: april loves to dance so a v-day ball is right up her alley. she'll probably be a tad tipsy because they're on their off season at the ballet company so she can kind of let loose. threads: lu junyi, na ji na, jester lavorre

ava sharpe, 34, she/her, aware

date: no one as of yet summary: ava will most likely be exploring the museum with a drink in hand of course. she's focused on finding her people rather than the ball itself. threads: naomi pierce, hunter lance sharpe

blossom utonium, 23, she/her, unaware

date: chad charming (maria) summary: blossom is here with her new attractive friend. she's testing out the waters with him. shes kind of cautious because of her history with men but shes excited to see what all he has to offer. she'll likely be out on the dance floor and exploring the museum. threads: tohru honda

callie torres, 40, they/them, aware

date: no one as of yet summary: callie loves a good party. you'll most likely find them working the room, introducing themselves to new people. having a good laugh, drinking, eating, exploring the museum. threads: meredith grey, wei wuxian, april kepner

dawn granger, 28, she/her, unaware

date: blind date with aedion ashryver (moon) summary: dawn's sister set her up on this blind date so she's a little apprehensive. her dating history leaving her weary. she'll most likely hang by the bar, against the wall or at her table with her date. she isn't a big dancer but with convincing, you can get her out on the dance floor threads: aedion ashryver, alicent hightower

jane, 27, she/her, aware

date: a-xiang (atlas) summary: jane is kind of nervous about her date. she's always dated men but that would more often than not go south for her. so she's hoping that this would be different. you'll find her by the bar most of the night. probably exploring the museum with her date. threads: kaoru sakurayashiki, harry potter, sofia robbin sloan torres

luz noceda, 18, she/her, aware

date: blind date with hazel levesque (kasey) summary: she's super excited for the valentines day ball. she's kind of cautious because of the last event they had in the city but she's excited to explore the museum and get to know more people in the city threads: filippa kosta, danny fenton, willie, hazel levesque

maya bishop, 34, she/her, aware

date: carina deluca (megan) summary: she's nervous about the whole thing but she's going with her wife to be there for her and to comfort her. you might find her by the bar or off exploring the museum with her wife. threads: soren palpatine, emma swan, carina deluca

nancy shepherd, 40, she/her, aware

date: blind date with joel miller (b) summary: nancy came to the city with her children but not her husband. she's been here for a while now and has kind of given up on him coming to the city. her children want to see her happy so she signed up for a blind date. you'll most likely find her against the wall, chatting it up with familiar faces. she'll most likely have a drink in hand as she gets to know her date. threads: meredith grey, richie jerimovich, rachel green

#hw: plot call #hw: starter call

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palabraasinnecesarias · 7 months

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i have this under the quote "Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful." from the movie the dreamers (2003) bc i'm that unoringial lmao [make up a reason as to why Akane must go to a gala and is dragging Ranma as her date; they’re best friends sharing an apartment au] ranma/akane 1,253 words part 1 (althought not rly)

“Ranma!”

The young man was leaning forward, staring at himself in the mirror as he dragged his long fingers through his oversized fringe, ruffling it just perfect. It wasn’t every day that he needed to dress presentable, with the sense of escorting Akane in front of all her colleagues, he needed to make a good impression. He didn’t know why, but he did know it was important to him.

He held in a long breath understanding that he wasn’t actually presenting her as his date.

“Where are you?”

Her voice only got closer, knowing she was now down the hall from reaching the communal bathroom. And when he pulled himself away to take a glance at her, it was undeniably how breathtaking she was. She was wearing a very seemingly elegant spaghetti strap dress, with the cinched side of her waist overlapping into a ruched split just midthigh. She walked toward him, her barefoot loud on the wooden floors as she held up two necklaces, one in each hand, enthusiastic as she asked, “Which one?”

He scoffed, cocking a thick eyebrow high as he shrugged his shoulders, “How would I know.”

“Well,” she laughed out loud in a breath, looking up at him momentarily before looking back down at the jewelry in her hands, “which one do you think would look pretty on me?” There was a timid grin tugging at the corner of her very glossy mouth and god did it tug at his heart. Her eyes were absurdly wide, batting her long eyelashes as she watched him watch her with her flushed cheeks taunted him entirely into matching the color of her rosy blush. Her voice had been spoken in an exasperated tone, as if she were expecting a different response but he just didn’t know which response.

“I have the gold one,” she continued observing the thick chain, “which is more of a bolder look. But the silver one seems more submissive,” she glanced up at him once again, just for a tad second before refocusing on the thinner chain, “or elegant, I should say.” She chuckled at the way she had finished her explanation, but he had not.

Ranma was trying to remember how to breath as to not intoxicate himself with the bewitching scent Akane’s perfume was emitting. He was just too close to her, and his mind was too muzzy to think about anything else but the way some of her dark strands just barely touched her bare shoulders. And how he so desperately wanted to touch her. He wanted to reach down and drag the palm of his hands up and down her arms and lock her down and...

“So, which one?”

He cleared his throat, looking away instantly with a slight set of rolled eyes, “Geez, you ask me questions I can’t answer, ‘Kane.”

“You can’t tell me which necklace makes me looks pretty?” She groaned, her stance following as he began to walk away, just barely nudging him on the shoulder.

“Okay, okay,” Ranma laughed, his own grin wide as he raised both hands defensively, “the gold one.”

“The gold one?”

“Hey, you wanted an answer, I answered.”

“God, you’re such a dummy.”

-:-

Akane appreciated that Ranma was trying, but considering his tipsy state of being, she couldn’t deny it was hard to maneuver the both of them up the stairs to the apartments. The party had been a delight, and Akane had appreciated that Ranma had offered to accompany her not caring that he didn’t know any of her coworkers, but he might had gone a tad overboard with the champagne. She had insisted that one glass should last a moment, and it’d be best if he’d enjoy the drink slowly with a bite.

But of course, Ranma was Ranma, and she knew this very well. By the fourth glass, and a whole platter of yakitori skewers, the pigtail wearing man was more drunk than he’d like to admit. Of course, other drinks had contributed in getting him as he was, but by the end of the night he was fascinated by the champagne.

At last, they had reached the third floor, and within minutes she had removed her heels and his dress shoes before guiding the both of them to the living room sofa. “God,” she grunted as she sat him down, trying to adjust him just as his body decided to slant onto its side when he began to doze off, it seemed, “you really are dope.” Still, Akane lifted his legs onto the sofa and stuffed a pillow under his head, ignoring the way Ranma insisted he could do it himself.

She took a moment to fetch him a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table and then settling herself to sit on the floor next to him with her knees against her chest to help rest her chin atop, noting she was eye to eye with him. She chuckled loudly, her eyes admiring his flushed face as her arm reached toward him and used the palm of her hand to push his bangs out of the way.

Aside from the hint of alcohol, he smelled good; it was such a familiar scent, one that was comforting and familiar and allowed her to relish the essence of what she considered reassurance. Reassurance of what, she did not know, but it was nice. The tip of her fingers dragged down his forehead and the bridge of his nose, stopping at its pointy tip momentarily before continuing at its side along his cheekbones and cheeks and then along his jawline.

“Aw..Aw-kah-neh,” Ranma breathed deeply through his nostrils, startling her briefly as she watched his eyes scrunch together as if in pain.

“I’m right here, Ranma,” she answered, sitting up straight, “did you want me to take you to your bedroom?” she offered.

He shook his head slowly, a mischievous smirk suddenly making itself known as he blinked his eyes open. “The gold,” he gulped through his dry mouth and throat, “looks beautiful on you.”

Akane shouldn’t have felt her cheeks and neck heat up as fast as they did, but they did, and she wanted to look away and smack him silly because he was apparently talking such nonsense in his drunken state. Although she also found herself smiling timidly at him, embarrassed, even if she did not know why.

Nonetheless, she found herself replying, “Thank you, Ranma.”

Ranma usually didn’t express himself so openly about her in such a way, but she’d accept a compliment over anything else any day.

“You’re beautiful.”

Stop. Stop! STOP!

“And you’re drunk,” Akane chuckled nervously, “I think you’ll feel different in the morning.” she insisted.

But Ranma grunted, shaking his head in disbelief as he laid sideways, looking straight ahead at the brown-eyed young woman who was now trying to look at anything but him. “Akane,” he called her, his voice soft and low, but very clear and direct that he wanted her to look at him. And so, she did. She sat with her knees pressed against her chest, her arms now wrapped around them as her chin rested on said knees. And she waited on him to continue, looking at the way he was looking at her.

“Ranma,” she mimicked teasingly, her voice just as soft and just as endearing.

“Yes, I’m drunk. And you are beautiful.” He smirked so sharply; she needed help keeping her heart staying still. “And tomorrow morning, I'll be sober, but you’ll still be beautiful.”

#do ya'll remember this quote it was literally everywhere in like 2010 lmao #i must have come across it sometime in the past few months cause i had this unfinished piece that i dusted just a bit lol #anyway i hope you like this snippet tnx for reading :) but also i didn't proofread anything so pls no judgement #it's kinda like a second part but like not rly #akane tendo #ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #rankane #rankane fanfiction #ranma akane #fanfiction

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simp999 · 7 months

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Philia: Platonic Love. Dexx / Sniper

Wc: 2.5k

Cw: alcohol consumption, drunk characters. (Affectionate)

A/n: Okay so. Dexx is my Tf2 OC(@emotionally-creative-rogue), and the Sniper featured in this fanfic is meant to be @emotionally-alive-sniper - beloved friend Electro's. We chat often and thanks to his silly ideas on what Sniper would be like when tipsy; here we are.

A/n 2: I know what I usually write is x Reader stuff- and that will continue to happen! But I've been wanting to test the waters with OC stuff as well, so I'll leave a section of my masterlist to Dexx for the time being.

[kinda related drawing at the end!!]

Themes: Comfort, fluff

Taglist: @electro-omen

Masterlist

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It was a slow and quiet night at the base- well, as much as it could be. Light, muffled stomping could be heard through the walls as Scout ran around, and Soldier’s voice projected off the walls as usual. It was all white noise at this point.

Dexx had grown used to the chaos for the most part. It was calmer than usual as this was everyone’s first ceasefire day in a while- a deserved break that everyone seemed to be taking advantage of in their own ways. Dexx had gotten lots of drawing done during the day, along with some target practice. Now he wore some big, baggy pants, and his purple pajama top with moons littering it- not fully buttoned up, of course; as if he’d ever wear an outfit properly.

But now he sat in bed kicking his feet, bored, plushie in hand. They couldn’t quite place their finger on the feeling. Loneliness? No- well, he was used to being alone, and rather enjoyed it. But as out of character as it might sound, he craved interaction. No- that’s still not right. He doesn’t want to play a game of darts or poker with everyone, but he also doesn’t want to stay alone sitting in his bed. Just what is it?

He hopped out of bed, carefully placing the plushie near his main pillow and just barely covering it with his blanket, offering it a small pat. He slowly walked around his room, looking for something to cure his boredom. They didn’t really want to focus on one specific task per se- just something to occupy their mind. At a time like this, usually, something like hand puzzles or difficult riddles would be his go-to, but it wasn’t exactly a brain workout that they were looking for. Just something to occupy his body. Something mindless, even.

As he came across his desk, he saw a drawing that Pyro had come to make earlier of the two of them hugging. He absentmindedly smiled at it. Pyro sometimes swung by simply for some parallel play; it was well-known that the two artists would often hang out. It’s still odd to think how quickly they seemed to attract to each other since their first meeting. But luckily for Dexx, he managed to befriend the Pyromaniac without effort. Not to mention, it was definitely better to have them call you a friend rather than a foe.

Pyro told them that he could keep the drawing, and he was glad to do so. That’s when he noticed that there was no date attached. So he took the nearest marker and scribbled a very small date in the corner. He then absentmindedly pocketed the marker.

Bored, so bored, but his mind was a tad too tired to want to feel occupied. He wouldn’t’ve been able to put proper effort into a drawing, puzzle, or story if he tried. He heard a constant static ringing in their ears, but that was normal. It was always there, but there were some times when it was more tuned in than others. Luckily, it wasn’t all he could hear today.

He let out a breath as he debated facing the mercs. Not really interacting with them- just wanting to make it to the fridge, but who knew if he was gonna get stuck in a sudden conversation or ‘side quest’. He was comfortable enough lying down in his bed for the rest of the night; his lights were already off, after all. Only a small desk lamp that often stayed on was illuminating the room in a warm glow.

He considered his options.

Eh, maybe they’ll find a bag of chips or something. Nothing sounds perfect- no texture sounds necessarily good at the moment, but just anything to keep busy. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep; it was more of a mentally, comfortably drained rather than physically. He’d just like to end the night in a calm way.

Eventually, they looked back to the plushie that was tucked in on their bed and decided to make their way into the hall, with no exact destination set. The plan was the fridge, but the night could guide him anywhere.

Thankfully, nobody forced a conversation. He received a wave from Engineer which he returned and softly smiled at, and Scout had run past him asking for help while being chased by Soldier to which he replied; “Sounds like a personal problem to me,” With a grin.

Once he found himself a bag of chips to snack on, he once again felt somewhat lost. They surveyed the area, checking in to figure out what each of the other mercs were up to. He leaned against the wall as he grabbed a small handful of chips. Nothing interesting, everyone seemed to be up to their own devices. However, three people were missing. Medic, who was most likely hidden away in his lab, Spy, in his smoking room, and Sniper. In his van. Or maybe out for a walk? Or at one of his sniping spots? Hm. Funny how all the support classes always hide away.

Now that the thought crossed their mind, the night air did sound somewhat refreshing. He’d seen that it was a clear sky too, and he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to admire the stars.

With his bag of chips in hand- some stuffed in his cheeks- he chucked on a pair of boots, not bothering to properly tie them up as he was only going to walk to Sniper’s van. Presumably.

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Soon, a soft, lazy knock reverberated through Sniper’s van. There appeared to be no lights on, but Dexx knew better. The moonlight was light enough that night as is, and he wasn’t one to oppose living in the dark. He understood. Hell, he rarely had their own lights on- sensitivity and all that. It was better with them off- fewer headaches and whatnot.

It wasn’t rare for Dexx to pop up unannounced. Still, it wasn’t a nightly occurrence, but Sniper knew to not need to be too cautious anymore. Which is why Dexx silently questioned why it took a little longer for him to come to unlock the van’s door. Did he hear stumbling? Ah well, doesn’t matter.

“Hey, Roo.”

Sniper stood, leaning on the doorway.

“Hey.”

Dexx’s voice was muffled as he spoke with his mouth full. A few moments, a swallow, and he spoke up again.

“Ya gonna let me in?”

They gestured behind Sniper with a nod of their head. Sniper seemed a bit… dazed? Didn’t seem like something to worry about, though. It wasn’t a surprise that he had a shitty sleep schedule too- so the possibility of him being sleep-deprived was there.

“Hm..? Oh! Uh, yeah. C’mon in.”

Sniper slightly stumbled aside to let Dexx in. His speech was a little slower than usual.

Dexx raised a brow as he hopped into the camper, silently offering Sniper the bag of chips. They kicked their boots off and took the bag back before making their way over to Sniper’s couch/collapsable table. He comfortably lay back, letting his left arm drape over the back of the couch, and was tempted to kick his feet up if the couch weren’t so small. That’s when he noticed the ‘issue’.

“Ohhh, that’s what’s goin’ on.”

It took Sniper an extra few seconds to process what Dexx was talking about, before his gaze landed on the few emptied bottles of beer, one recently opened.

Well, making the most of their day off, huh? It did no one any harm, after all. And they weren’t one to judge.

Sniper’s gaze lowered, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about; Maybe it was Dexx’s tone that made him uneasy. But he was quickly reassured when the recently opened bottle was suddenly in Dexx’s right hand, then brought to their lips. Before taking a sip, he caught the way Sniper was looking at him and spoke;

“You don’t mind, do ya?”

Sniper shook his head, and Dexx took a swig. It wasn’t too late in the night anyway, and Dexx wouldn’t mind the static getting blurred for a small while. He trusted Sniper, after all.

Sniper sat beside Dexx, letting himself relax into the couch. He was aware that the both of them hated small talk with a passion, so he opted to stay quiet. It was more comfortable that way. Until Dexx broke the silence.

“Ya seen the starts tonight?”

He shook his head. He hadn’t left his camper since before sundown.

“Should. Sky’s clear, and they’re pretty as always. Can see a buncha constellations.”

Sniper half nodded. He enjoyed checking out the stars as well, but he honestly felt more comfortable staying right there. Though, he could have probably been sitting more comfortably. As he was considering moving, Dexx gently threw his legs over Sniper’s lap. The pressure was surprisingly nice, and it allowed Sniper to lean back more comfortably. He copied the way Dexx rested their arm over the back of the couch.

A radio played quiet music in the background, the current song being ‘Cooler than me’. Slowly, the static tuned out. Dexx closed his eyes and lay his head back to appreciate the quietness of his mind. Though he could never hope to imagine it’d be silent, comforting white noise was the best he could get. He could hear the warm buzz of the fridge, the crickets outside, the radio that sometimes cut for a moment. They got to relax and enjoy it.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yer handsome. An’ a lil’ blurry. But real handsome.”

Dexx opened an eye to focus on Sniper. Did he really just say that? It wasn’t exactly a big deal but… what could have spurred this on?

“Hm?”

Was all that they could manage. Primarily, he was confused. Unused to such random compliments. But he was also glad. Reassured. In some odd way, at least this meant that Sniper was comfortable enough with their presence.

“Jus’- don’ have the guts ta say it. Usually.”

Oh, that’s right. Forgot about that.

Dexx let out a light chuckle at the realization. Sniper’s just a little less reserved, and a little more relaxed right now.

“‘Preciate it. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Dexx took another swing.

“...I don’t think you get it. You’re..”

He struggled to find the words that were already meshed together.

“I admire the way you… present yourself. Without a care in the world of what others think. You don’t care about your image.”

Sniper spoke slowly and slurred, it still wasn’t the exact phrasing he had hoped for, but he couldn’t muster any better at the moment. Dexx closed his eyes and thought for a second. With a low hum, he spoke;

“Can I let you in on a secret?”Sniper nodded, even though he wasn’t exactly expecting an answer. He was content without one. Dexx twirled the liquid around in the bottle and focused on it.

“I do care. As much as I like to say fuck what others think, I value the opinions of people I care about.”

Another drink, and he set the empty glass down.

“But- usually, the people I end up caring about seem to like me too for some odd reason, so it works out.”

Sniper tilted his head to the side and burrowed a brow, trying to put the words together.

“Don’t take shit from the people that wouldn’t offer you good.”

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass. Dexx gently moves the small curtain of the window aside to gaze at the stars while Sniper’s still hooked on Dexx’s words,

Has he ever offered Dexx any good, though? Now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t done all that much, right?

“...Does my opinion matter to you?”It doesn’t take any time for Dexx to come up with an answer.

“‘Course, Dee. I don’t think y'know how much you’ve actually helped me. I’ve learned to trust a lot more reliably now more than ever thanks to you.”

The confusion on his face only showed more. They didn’t give any examples; it just didn’t make sense. Dexx quickly caught onto his expression.

“Do you not remember the times you managed to help me escape the crowd? Don’t think I miss the way you’ve saved my ass with a few lucky shots, too,-”

“-But I think my favorite part is when I get to just… be with you. Hang out in the same room. Doesn’t matter if we talk- or even interact at all. It brings a great deal of comfort to me." He takes a small breath in.

"You make me comfortable.”

Dexx took a moment to plan out his next sentence; it was beginning to get a little fuzzy, now.

“You just… being there improves my mood.”

Dexx closes the little curtain and allows his newly blurred gaze to focus on Sniper.

“So… thanks. For being around.”

Sniper couldn’t help the way his gaze softened.

Maybe professionals don’t have to have standards- just for a night.

Dexx wiggled around a bit, noticing how sore their back was getting. They sat up, stretching out their legs a bit as well as their back before trying a new position. But that still wasn’t comfortable enough. So they tried a new one. One more try, and he gave up. He stood up, wobbled a few feet, and then plopped down on Sniper’s bed. Sniper let out a quiet chuckle at the sound of the bedsheets being disrupted.

“Ya gettin’ tired, Stardust?”

Dexx replied with a muffled voice, but raised his head to repeat himself.

“C’mere.”

Once Sniper stood up and stumbled over, Dexx properly sat up and laid his back against a pile of pillows that he had adjusted. Which left no pillows left to lie down on,

“N’ where m’ I s’pose ta lie down?”

Dexx opened his arms to Sniper.

“Said c’mere.”

Dexx didn’t wanna force Sniper into any physical contact if he didn’t want it, which is why he wasn’t initiating it outright. Sniper followed through though, and sat beside Dexx, taking a moment before properly laying his head on their chest. Dexx could now rest his head atop Sniper’s, and Sniper could hear their heartbeat. They sat like this, enjoying the not-so-silent silence together. This also allowed Dexx to easily clasp his hands together as a light hug.

“‘Preciate you, Dee. So much.”

Dexx mumbled against his hair, struggling more and more to find sincere words, but he did his best. Dexx broke his hold on his own hand, opting to gently cradle Sniper’s instead.

They were both in desperate need of someone to simply be there for the longest time. And here they were, finally finding each other. There was no pressure. Neither of them cared for any stupid romantic relationships, but they both just needed attention.

Was that so difficult to understand?

A friend to cuddle and stargaze with?

Someone to trust?

That’s all.

The next lines were hushed, but still comprehensible;

“Luv ya, Stardust.”

“Love you too, Dee.”

Is platonic love so hard to understand?

Oct.2,23

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belle--ofthebrawl · 1 month

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Your blog gives sex on the beach vibes, but not like the drink or the act, more like reading smut out loud to your closest friend while just tipsy enough to think that the waves crashing counts as applause

Something to be said for giggling at the sheer insanity of some smut writers (both positive and negative) while sloshing a mixed drink with a tad too much vodka after charging at the waves all day.

Can you believe I look at all the good smut on here and think "Hm, let's see what's going on in the published world!".

Don't. Just... don't. It's drywall vs everclear in my humble opinion, though we are spoiled for choice with our authors so I might be a bit biased. Still. The things I've seen. The delicate flowers. The turgid members. Who remembers crucifix nail nipples?

Remember to put on sunscreen.

#the ocean is in fact applauding because she is the only mother who will accept my full and fluid identity.#but this does make it a tad embarrassing because who wants their parents to know you have a healthy sex drive.

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 12

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“Chus go firs!”

“Nuh-uh! Chus go firs!”

Standing at the top of the big slide that was at the heart of CrissCon, Skye and Missy were engaged in a small spat over which of them would brave the steep incline first. “Dis ish toopid! Jus go awweady,” scoffed Skye, trying to make it seem like Missy was being a baby for delaying her turn.

“Oh, I-I gonna go,” responded Missy, refusing to let her male pride take any sort of damage no matter how many frills she was wearing, “Unwike chus! Chus jus a chicken! Does baby chick need a hug fwom Mommy?” She giggled along with her taunts, which only served to build on Skye’s already boiling rage.

Scrunching up her face, Skye fell for Missy’s taunting easily, believing she now had to go first to prove she was better. “Nod a chicken an I’ww pwove it! Da bigges sood go firs anyway,” she said, stepping up to the edge of the slide and instantly feeling her nerve dissolving.

Unfortunately, Skye’s final comment may have worked a tad too well, as Missy realized that she would be ceding who was bigger to Skye. “Nuh! I gossa go firs now,” she said, flipping her decision-making entirely as she rushed toward the mouth of the slide. In her haste, she ended up bumping into Skye and tripping over her, sending the two of them hurling down the slide at the same time. When they finally reached the bottom, the con staff who were standing around for assistance looked less than pleased with them for this but they didn’t care. They were too busy giggling while flopped over each other and having the time of their lives.

Watching from up on the balcony of the Bigs Only Bar, Mother Elma and Latasha laughed as they watched the scene unfold, delighted by how well their Littles were getting along. “See, I told you they’d get along. Skye’s not as Little as you think,” she said with a hint of tipsiness creeping into her voice as she talked up Skye like a doting pageant mom.

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit when I’m wrong. They do appear to be having fun together,” said Elma, rolling her eyes playfully at Latasha’s know-it-all attitude. She played with the rim of her half-full drink, nursing her beverage far longer than Latasha was, “Speaking of fun together, let’s jump back to the subject of your new boy toy. You were just getting into his sissy tendencies and I, for one, refuse to let the conversation die before you get to the juicy stuff.”

Giggling like a gossiping schoolgirl, Latasha slammed down the rest of her drink before diving back in with Elma. “I gotta say, it’s been adorable to watch him come into his own with ABDL. It’s not every day that you get to help someone explore kink from the ground up,” she said, unaware of how inflated her ego was, “Like, I initially hired him in hopes of finding someone who wouldn’t be as constantly horny as his predecessor. I didn’t expect him to end up making me horny in return.”

Raising her glass to Latasha’s empty one, Elma clinked glasses with her former protege while wearing a knowing smile. “Sounds to me like your Mommy Dom senses were tingling and you acted on it. You’re doing precisely what I taught you to,” she said, taking the smallest of sips before returning her glass to the square napkin it was resting on.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think I’d go that far. It was mostly a series of unfortunate events that led to him being diapered in the first place,” said Latasha, dismissing Elma’s assertion outright. She raised her hand to get the bartender’s attention, continuing her statement without looking at Elma and her slowly faltering expression, “Trust me, Connor’s a lot timider than you might expect. Besides myself, Carol, and now you, no one else knows about his secret new fetish and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

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“Eeeeeek! Why are your hands so cold and sticky?” remarked Connor, trying to keep his mind occupied on anything else as he lay against the padded changing table with Ellie peeling away his slightly moistened pull-up. His face only grew redder as the damp undergarment was yanked out from under him, leaving him naked from the waist down. Several giggles chirped away at his expense, causing him to shift his hands southward to cover his exposed genitalia, “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Wearing the biggest smile Connor had ever seen, Ellie couldn’t have possibly been happier if she tried as she flattened out the wide, thick diaper and slid it under Connor’s slightly raised butt. “Uh-huh! How cood I not?!” she said, sounding even more Little despite the power position she found herself in. Swatting away Connor’s shy hands, she lifted the nearby bottle of baby powder and began to dump copious amounts of white dust all over her caretaker’s crotch. This created a massive cloud of powder all around the changing table, forcing Connor to cough softly.

“Go easy on him! We don’t wanna overdo it on his first time!” shouted Riri from the sidelines, anxiety dripping from every word she said. If possible, she would’ve been physically barricading the changing table with her body until Ellie calmed down.

Sadly, Stacy was holding Riri back from holding Ellie back, ensuring Connor would get the blushy diapering that he’s had coming to him for a long time. “Calm down, Riri. Connor made his choice. If he wanted to get off that changing table, there’s nothing Ellie could do to stop him,” she asserted, her surprisingly reasonable argument getting Riri to back down from her protests.

As the cloud of dusty powder finally settled, Connor’s hands once again shot down to cover his junk, this time for a far more embarrassing reason. “Don make me smack dose hans agin or I’ww- …oh…hehehe…” snickered Ellie as she pried Connor’s weakened limbs away, revealing a throbbing hard-on underneath, “...maybe I sood tuck a buzzy toy into chus diapee if chus gonsa get dis escited! I even goss one wite hewe.” She held up a tiny, egg vibrator for Connor to see.

Turning so red that he was threatening to burst a blood vessel in his cheeks. Connor meekly shook his head. “I-I-I don’t think that’s necessary,” he said, uncertain if he wanted Ellie to listen to him or not.

Mercifully, for the sake of Connor’s sanity, Ellie set the vibrator aside. Though, she also made sure that Connor knew that while it had been set aside, it could just as easily be picked back up. “I’ww jus weave dis hewe fo now an chus can wet me know when just wans it,” she said, intentionally using “when” and not “if'' in her sentence. With a touch more powder on his backside, she rested Connor’s butt back down on the cushy padding and folded the plush diaper front over his stiffy, making sure to brush against it as often as she could as she placed the four tapes on the landing pad.

Sitting up in his new diaper, Connor was instantly blown away by how much thicker it was than his pull-ups as the pink pamper instantly puffed up with air, which made it feel like he was sitting in a fluffy bubble. Other than a handful of occasions, he hadn’t worn real diapers much since his first play session with Latasha and wasn’t used to how much bulkier they were. Though, given the number of hungry eyes that were staring at him, the diaper somehow seemed even bigger than when he wore in his Mommy’s presence.

“What do you think?” said Riri, approaching the changing table to get a closer look now that Stacy was no longer preventing her. She placed a gentle hand on Connor’s right arm, wanting him to know that if things ever got too overwhelming, there was someone amongst the small group of Littles who had his best interest in mind.

Connor needn’t say much, though, with his pulsing cock saying more than enough from inside the cozy confines of his diaper. Still, he did his best to verbalize what he was feeling, “I-It’s definitely softer than the pull-ups,” he said, his voice trembling despite how cool he was trying to play off his reaction.

“If you think that’s soft, wait until we get you into this,” said Stacy, running up behind Ellie and Riri to show off a pink nightie with white lace trim that she had pulled from the nursery wardrobe. Connor instantly recognized the nightie as the one Skye changed into whenever she was put down for a nap, recalling how smooth and silky her satin nightie always felt as he put her into it. The fabric was thicker and far more expensive than the thinner nighties he wore to bed, making it all the more desirable for Connor to wear.

However, not all were as entranced by Stacy’s suggestion as Connor was. Snatching the silky pajamas from Stacy’s hand, Riri had allowed Ellie and especially Stacy to walk over herself and Connor for long enough. “I get that you’re having fun and are both super excited to bring out Connor’s sissy side but let’s not throw it all at him at once. Let’s consider his feelings for a second and let him decide how far he wants to go tonight,” she said with a fervent amount of passion in her voice.

Unfortunately, that passion was quickly disregarded by Stacy, who nudged Riri out of the way and stepped up to the changing table before reaching down and cupping the front of Connor’s pointed diaper. “Trust me, I think his feelings are speaking pretty loud and clear for themselves,” she scoffed, teasingly caressing her hand around Connor’s padded nob.

Gasping from the attention Stacy was showering him with, Connor was struggling to comprehend everything that was happening. It was as if a heavy fog was obstructing his mind, keeping it from responding to the world around him. All he could do was feel shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins with every twitch of Stacy’s hand, powerless to keep himself from growing more aroused as he gazed at the nightie in Riri’s hand. With what little brain power he still had, he was wholly surprised by the reaction he was having over being turned into a sissy baby at the hands of three of the most immature women he’d ever met in his life. Moreover, the most surprising thing of all was that, no matter how much his anxiety was trying to get him to put a stop to all this, he never wanted it to end.

“Will you two both stop? We get the chance to diaper our caregiver for a night and you two are acting like a pair of bitter old hags,” said Ellie, being the last of the Littles to shrug off her faux lisp, “There’s an easier way to decide this than by arguing about it. Connor, do you need us to slow down or do you want us to keep going?” Her question turned everyone’s attention to Connor as they awaited his answer with bated breath.

Glancing back and forth between the myriad of expressions that each of the three girls had on, Connor opened his mouth to answer but found that the words didn’t want to come out. It was as if the little male ego inside his body made one last effort to stop him from tipping past the point of no return before going silent entirely. He wanted this and he needed to find a way to admit that, both to the girls and to himself. In the end, all he could do was stare longingly at the satin nightie and nod his head, unable to verbalize his desires.

Thankfully, Connor had said all he needed to convince Stacy, who gleefully tugged the nightie free from Riri’s hands at Connor’s behest. “You see? Quit worrying so much and let’s give our widdwe sissy baby the best night of HER life,” she said, ripping off Connor’s t-shirt before stretching out the bottom hem of the nightie and tossing it over Connor’s head. The night may not have gone down how she’d planned it to, with her initial intention being to force Connor into a game of dress-up with the power of blackmail. However, while it was still a bummer that her biggest trump card in the Palace was now worthless, the result she had hoped for was still being achieved.

Drifting through the neverending sea of satin that surrounded him on all sides, Connor’s sissy clitty only grew harder in his padded confines as he swam toward the trio of small openings at the top. As his head and arms popped out of the nightie, he was swallowed up by the flustered feelings that were filling his heart with joy.

Before Connor could take in what was happening, he was being stood up and guided toward a mirror with Stacy preening over his nightie the whole way, guaranteeing there wasn’t a single crease by the time Connor was able to view his reflection. What he saw was perhaps the most magical sight he’d ever seen in his life. He wasn’t just wearing something girly as he did with Latasha. He truly looked like he belonged in this reflection, surrounded by pastel pinks, girly outfits, and baby stuff on all sides. He let out a girlish giggle as he twirled his skirt back and forth, unable to get enough of the sheer fabric brushing against his legs.

Connor was so transfixed by his reflection that he failed to notice Stacy, Riri, and Ellie gathering around him so that all four of them were visible in the mirror. “Now this is a party,” said Stacy, snickering as she padded Connor on the butt, causing his face to burn bright red as his mind returned to reality. She then lifted the make-up bag she had been playing with earlier into view, holding it next to Connor’s head to ensure he got a good, long look at it, “Well, almost a party. We still haven’t done our make-up yet.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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