#bubble rompers

[thehousehag]

Turkey!

[makeshiftstory]

The only thing I was able to work on this week (it was the easiest to put down when caring for stressed boxer overlords), the dreamy needle felted doll romper :D I stabbed the living daylights out of my hands during this venture, but it was worth it. This romper is very much like a cake and cannot wait to stuff Fairfax into it. The comic will resume next week, this week was basically trying to keep the boxers from having a full blown stress out after being away on vacation..I have very needy overlords....

[microwaveexplosion]

[donatellawritings]

thoughts on best friends dad!rafe!

introducing bfd!rafe & dolly!reader

there was pathetically sick part of rafe that got off on knowing that he still had it — especially with such a young girl like you who was an absolute knockout, absolutely eager and willing to bend to his every whim. he had watched you bloom into the young woman you were today, but the moment you turned eighteen, you became a bit more forward with your intentions. from wearing skimpy bikinis whenever you joined his sweet son on family trips, to the thin satin dresses that tented with your hard nipples on thursday dinners — you made sure to always look your best for mr. cameron.

but what made rafe melt was the way you were so immersed in him, you completely dismissed how his son was head over heels in love with you — and you can call rafe a sick man, but he always craved being the center of attention, no matter the costs. his little boy would just have to move on, not that he ever stood a chance against his overpowering and domineering father.

so, when rafe’s son asked if you could spend the summer at tannyhill, rafe was eager to oblige, masking his reasoning with ‘wanting his next of kin to be happy at home’, despite his true intentions of having you surrender all of yourself to him, now running rampant is his tainted and somewhat deranged mind.

on the first night of your extended stay, you found yourself sat beside your best friend’s father, your tooth-achingly sweet and doting best friend seated directly across from you, completely oblivious to the way his father stared at you with that same sense of longing and desire.

you liked mr. cameron — he was always so sweet to you, he bought you the finest birthday presents, complimented your girly, but borderline inappropriate outfits, and he always seemed to know exactly what you needed at any given time.

and maybe, just maybe there was a part of you that knew he felt the same way about you too.

carelessly leaning over the dining table, you fought back a knowing smirk as your swollen tits bulged against the hem of your sleeveless romper, the ribbed fabric clinging to your warm frame as you reached for a piece of bread, “thank you for having me, mr. cameron,” you sang, your sweet voice all light and airy as you glanced at the older man, your heart jumping as you caught his eyes stuck on the fat of your plush ass cheeks that managed to swallow the romper.

masking his faux pas with a forced clearing of his throat, mr. cameron licks over his lips with a smile, “well — ahem, f’course, my wife and i really appreciate how good of a friend you’ve been to our boy, isn’t that right, honey?”

rafe knew exactly what he was doing, his trained blue eyes carefully taking in the way your plump smile faltered into a brief frown and how the sparkle in your eyes dimmed. your bubble of security had been popped in that very moment as you tugged on the top hem of your romper, your nailed fingers lightly grazing over the baby pink bow that had been sewn between the valley of your breasts.

your oh so pretty and fake smile only intensified as mrs. cameron sauntered into the dining room. you absolutely hated how your shared likeness towards mr. cameron had soured your perception of the clueless woman who still viewed you to be the daughter she always wanted.

placing a manicured hand atop of mr. cameron’s shoulder, you watch as the woman leans down to capture rafe’s lips in a quick kiss, “mhm. you know that we love having you over, sweetie. you keep us on our toes, dolly” she laughs, gently nudging the apple of your cheek as she makes her way to her seat, directly across from mr. cameron.

dolly — the dear nickname that you’d been given by mr. cameron, you’d always been so wet behind the ears, dainty, and entirely too vulnerable. but, it didn’t feel right coming from her.

answering with a short nod, you are a bit too eager to change the topic of discussion, a silent huff of stress leaving your faded plum stained lips as your best friend furrows his brows at your standoffish behavior, “y’okay?” he mouths, softly nudging your shin with the tip of his converse.

“i’m okay,” you mouth back, a soft smile on your pillowy lips as you steal a quick glance at mr. cameron who catches your sneaky gaze, sending you a quick wink as he takes a sip from his glass of chilled red wine.

licking over your dry lips, you swallow thickly, popping a warm and fluffy piece of bread into your needy mouth as mr. cameron’s long and slender leg brushes against yours. fighting back a smile, you remain silent as mrs. cameron enlightens the table about her new endeavors at cameron development, your eyes glazed over as you quietly hook your leg over his firm thigh.

honing your focus into chewing the piece of bread in your mouth, you watch from the corner of your bambi eyes as rafe inconspicuously slides a large hand over the smooth skin of your waxed leg.

now lost in the sensation of mr. cameron’s hand gently kneading soothing circles around your ankle, your eyes widen as rafe’s voice cuts into your dazed state, “y’seem pretty sleepy over there, dolly — everything a’ight?” he questions knowingly, his buzzed head tilted to the side as his pink lips part in anticipation of your next words.

feverishly nodding, you send rafe a forced courteous smile, “yes, mr. cameron — just sleepy,” you answer politely.

returning his attention to his son and wife, rafe keeps a tight hold on your small ankle, the cold bite of his wedding band digging into your warmed and bronze skin. you always loved to prance around tannyhill barefoot, you’re pretty pink toes on full display, ever since your younger days.

and rafe was painfully reminded of that, a feigned smile of interest on his handsomely structured face as he gave your cute little toes a gentle squeeze, every now and again.

all while his poor son and unsuspecting wife sat and ate their overly priced steak dinner.

[regressionschool]

little women: amazing adventures

The playground is alive with the sounds of giggles and the joyful shrieks of Littles, their colorful clothes and padded bottoms dotting the landscape like a field of bouncing bubbles. It’s attached to the new Littles daycare, a space designed for their needs—soft, colorful, and filled with all the fun a Little could want. The sight brings a smile to your face as you sit on a nearby bench, watching over Valerie and Anna as they scamper around, climbing, sliding, and chasing each other across the play structures.

Valerie, dressed in her adorable green overalls and a bright yellow T-shirt with a little cartoon pig on it, is perched at the top of a play structure, her legs swinging freely as she pops her pacifier in and out of her mouth. Her diaper, visible beneath the loose fabric of her overalls, crinkles with each movement, the playful prints peeking out every time she shifts. You can't help but notice how carefree she looks, fully immersed in her Little space, unburdened by the concerns of the adult world.

Beside her, Anna is equally playful, though her plain white diaper looks a bit more clinical compared to Valerie’s vibrant one. It stands out against her pink dress, which rides up as she climbs and tumbles through the playground. Her pacifier bounces slightly from the strap clipped to her shirt. As you watch them giggle and slide down together, you notice more Littles scattered around, their pacifiers bobbing in their mouths as they toddle and waddle, their diapers clearly visible beneath shorts, dresses, and rompers. A few of them have even shed their pants entirely, too caught up in their games to bother with modesty.

A few moments later, you see Valerie and Anna hand in hand, toddling toward you. Valerie’s face is determined, while Anna looks shy, her steps smaller, her face hidden behind her paci.  “Hey there, girls,” you greet them, smiling down at their adorably mismatched pair. Valerie looks up at you and tugs Anna closer, her voice soft but teasing. “Anna’s messy,” she whispers, though loud enough for you to hear. Anna’s cheeks flush a deeper pink behind her pacifier, but she stays quiet, clearly embarrassed.

You raise an eyebrow, glancing over at the daycare, wondering why they came to you instead of Anna’s caregiver. But then it hits you—Anna’s eyes keep flicking to Valerie’s colorful diaper, her plain white one now crinkling as she shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. You chuckle softly. “I think I see what’s going on here,” you say with a grin, bending down to their level. “Anna, do you want one of Valerie’s fun diapers?” Anna nods, her cheeks still rosy, but there’s a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. Valerie giggles, clearly pleased with her role in helping her friend get a fresh, cute change.

“Well, alright then,” you say with a playful sigh, pulling out two fresh diapers from the bag, one with bright animals for Valerie and another with cute stars for Anna. “Let’s get you both cleaned up.”

A few minutes later, the girls are both in fresh, colorful diapers, their old ones discarded into the trash nearby. Their pants, however, are now sitting in your lap—both of them had decided, without a word, that they were much more comfortable without them. Valerie gives you a cheeky grin, her pacifier bobbing slightly as she adjusts the waistband of her diaper, clearly proud of her choice.

“Feel better, Anna?” you ask, giving the shy girl a warm smile as she peeks down at her new diaper, the bright prints now decorating her waist. Anna nods enthusiastically, finally letting out a giggle. “Much better,” she murmurs behind her paci. “Good,” you say, patting both of their heads. “Now go on, go play.” The two of them run off, giggling and waddling back to the playground, their bare legs and colorful diapers on full display as they rejoin the fun, leaving you with their little discarded pants and a heart full of warmth. Watching them scamper around, you can’t help but smile at how perfect the moment feels—just Littles being Littles, without a care in the world.

[merakiui]

I havent heard a lot about Android Jade, do you have any thoughts on that cutie??✨

Thinking,,,,, android Jade who is so fascinated with you when you're pregnant. He didn't quite understand the excitement or emotions surrounding the announcement when you and Azul realized you were expecting. Is it really so important? He can kind of understand it when Azul fusses over you and is always sending Jade or Floyd (or both twins) out to do the errands you used to run. Azul knows you're plenty capable, but he worries intensely and it's in his blood to plan for every outcome as a businessman. He just wants to make sure you carry to term and deliver a healthy baby. Besides, the androids can take care of the grunt work. Don't push yourself.

Jade didn't think it was such a big deal, but then you start showing and oh. It occurs to him you're carrying another human being in that belly of yours. Suddenly, the usually stoic android is reduced to the equivalent of a starry-eyed child on Christmas morning. He's so curious, even more so when your eating habits change dramatically. You crave all sorts of unique combinations and Jade's more than happy to prepare each one for you.

And then there are the emotions, so many of them, all happening in extremes. Some days you are effortlessly happy and bubbly, full of laughter. Other days you are miserable and gloomy, sobbing over how your favorite shirt no longer fits or how you're certain Azul thinks you're ugly or how you feel and look like a bloated whale! >_< Jade is amazed to witness each one of your moods, all of them just as genuine and perplexing to him. He approaches it tactfully, albeit terribly logical: "Of course your shirt no longer fits. You've grown to accommodate the baby, Master. That is natural." Or: "If Master Azul thought so, he would certainly say something. I may be unable to provide an adequate response, but I assure you he would never think such things. You should ask him." Or: "You are not a whale. You are a human." ^^;;; he may not be the best when it comes to empathy, but hearing his objective logic sometimes makes you feel better. It even manages to get you laughing.

Azul spends more time with you than he does at work. He refuses to leave you alone. Jade finds his nature...clingy. Incessantly clingy. When there is business that Azul absolutely must attend to, Jade sends him on his way and promises him that you are in good hands. Jade and Floyd will look after you. In fact, Jade almost wants Azul to stay at the office most days. Azul can be so greedy with your time. :/

Jade has always thought you were pretty, but now that he's looking at you, backdropped by flowers and radiating that fabled pregnancy glow in a soft maternity romper, he realizes you're absolutely beautiful. He can't stop staring. He stares when you're eating. When you're snotty and crying. When you're laughing. When you're frowning over old clothes. When you're rubbing lotions and oils onto your belly and whispering the sweetest things to the baby, singing the loveliest of lullabies. He stares when you're bathing. When you and Azul are making love. When you're eagerly putting the nursery together, painting the walls alongside Azul. And Jade realizes he wants to be there with you. Not in the shadows. Not as your servant but more. Maybe the concept is too human for him to dissect, but he thinks he wants what Azul has. He thinks he wants to be Azul.

He's not supposed to think. He's supposed to compute, assess everything through a logical lens and then act on the command.

Jade doesn't understand at first—the substance leaking from your breasts. He's silently amazed as he watches you grouse over it, complaining that you're sick of this always happening, that you're so tired and sore, that you wish Azul was here. Idia called him into work because it was important (i.e. investors were there for a meeting, and Idia doesn't like handling those aspects of work. Azul does it best). You're muttering under your breath as you shuck your shirt off and press it against your leaking tits: "I swear I'll strangle Idia the next time I see him! I'll seriously kick him in his knees. That ass—bad guy! Not-so-nice guy!" You correct yourself for the baby's sake. Jade thinks it's cute.

He offers to help even though he's not sure what he's meant to do. He's run through all of the data he's stored on this matter—on human lactation. Things doctors tell you. Things science tells you. He's not sure what he's doing when he sits down on the edge of the bed and gently pulls you to sit on his lap. He has you pull the shirt away so he can close his hands around your tits, his synthetic skin soft and warm against you. If you wanted to protest, you don't. You relax against his chest, sighing dreamily as he massages you. It's messy, thin trails of milk dripping from your teats, but it feels good. An utter relief. Jade is gentle and slow, an expert masseuse. You allow yourself to drift off, to be handled in this way. There's nothing to it. Just your android doing his duty in place of your husband. To Jade, it's everything. And he imagines Azul's dead and buried somewhere at the end of the world, and it's just you and Jade and the little one in your belly.

His hands are slick with milk in the aftermath. You're sleepy. You can barely stand with your eyes open, and he has to wonder if you're aware of how darling you are. He cleans you methodically, helping you into a new shirt. When you aren't looking, he licks a stripe up his palm to analyze the flavor and break down the components of...colostrum. That's what it is. Or, in simple terms, it's milk.

He's captivated, and he suspects he'll only be even more so as time trickles by.

[davewarrender]

In my bubble romper

[zoe-oneesama]

For the bonus, what are each of the speech bubble icons supposed to be? I can’t quite make them out by zooming in.

Yeah, they're kinda hard to read, my bad:

This one is Lila, it's supposed to be the bow of her Canon romper.

This one is Juleka, it's supposed to look like lace but it gets lost tbh.

This one is Rose, thus the rosette!

This one is Alix, it's supposed to be a little snake, like her canon sleeves, but I can't really draw snakes...

Aaaaand that's Sabrina, thus the black bow like her canon outfit has around her neck.

[executables-sims]

Downloads for the Whole Family!

By @profesionalpartyguest & @executables-sims

For the past few months, @profesionalpartyguest and I have been making some CC for all ages. Full details and downloads below the cut! :D

CM/TM/AM/EM Leon Hair | Download TF/AF/EF Lea Hair | Download Originally 'Leon Hair' by Arcia / 'Lea Hair' by Arcia. Arcia's hairDavid edit, now also for CM and TF! :) The textures have been repo'd, so M&G is required. Animated, binned, familified, and compressorised; 1754 polys.

PF Ruffled Romper | Download / PSD A ruffled crêpe romper for toddlers, using Tiggerypum's bubble romper as a base. :) Some slight clipping is present on the belly due to the puffy shape, and on the back ruffle for some anims. Compressorised! 1760 polys.

BG 'Sweater Set' default replacement | Download / Custom version / PSD A vintage knitted twinset for your elder ladies. :) Has both thin and fat morphs, and has been compressorised; 1558 polys (down from 1586).

CU Puffer Jacket with Cargo Pants and Sneakers | Download / PSD Something warmer for when the cold rolls in! :) A puffer jacket and cargo pants combo built off of Windkeeper's CM conversion of tmChinoise. Categorised as outerwear only; has both thin and fat morphs, and has been compressorised; 2104 polys.

TF/AF/EF 'Hair Modern Punk' | Download A MtF conversion of the single scene hairstyle Maxis gave us. x) Textures are repo'd to the original TS2 Store hair, and are pinned to the store edition; unnaturals are binned instead of custom, like the originals. Binned, familified, and compressorised; 1864 polys.

OFB 'Cuffed Pants' default replacement | Download Some bright and cheerful blue jean recolours of Nimbussims' patterned cuffs. :)

BG 'Dress Above Knee Collar' default replacement | Download Denim dresses begone! A polo and jean skirt combo in a full spectrum of colours for Lucy Burb and friends.

Wrinkles Overlay Box | Download All your favourite full-face wrinkle overlays, now in a box! Includes wrinkles from AlmightyHat, @episims, Nymphy, Onah, @sligpants, and @simnopke. :)

AF/EF 'PTA Diva' Hair | Download A longer edit of afHairMidwaveMature. :) Animated, binned, and familified; 1578 polys.

TS2 Store Hair Package Edits & Add-Ons | Download A bunch of reduced file size TS2 Store package edits, and some Store-ified add-ons! Credit to @deedee-sims for some of the packages used. Store-ified Add-ons: CM/TM/AM/EM KadBrazil 'Alan' TF/AF/EF KadBrazil 'Livia' TM/AM/EM HIM666 'Long Wavy for Men' UU Aikea-Guinea 'Royal We Stand'

Hope you enjoy! :D

[blippymilk]

Clay Headcannons (Romantic)

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Warnings: None

A/N: I love Clay so much so I genuinely enjoyed writing this 🤗

✩ The best boyfriend you could ever ask for hands down

✩There’s quite litteraly no one like Clay

✩ You fell first but he definitely fell harder

✩ Words of affirmation + physical touch kinda guy

✩ In the beginning of your relationship he’s not very touchy especially not in public

✩ But once he gets attached it’s over 🫡

✩ Always has to be touching you in some way

✩ Hand holding, waist hugs, neck kisses, and anything else you can think of

✩ Even when he’s working in his office he doesn’t mind you sitting on his lap as he works

✩ You had to be the one who could convince this man that it’s ok to be serious AND fun sometimes

“But what if people think I’m too silly again? My fun boy Clay days are over.” :((

“But there’s also nothing wrong with having fun from time to time too sweetie.”

✩ Wasn’t very open to expressing his emotions before he met you

✩ You had to let him know that it was ok to rant to you (and he’s still adjusting but he’s way better at it now)

✩ Please join his sad book club ok >:((

✩ Best dancing partner. EVER.

✩ If you’re at a party with Clay and there’s a dance floor

✩ Everybody getting left in the dust. Including you after a period of time 😭

✩ This man has past experiences with his boy band so he never lost his moves. If you can push him out of his comfort zone for the night, he’s gonna end up the center of attention.

✩ Clay’s not no mean troll, but he will got to war for his s/o and that’s a fact

✩ He can be very extra without realizing it, especially with the little details (bcs that’s just who Clay is :D)

✩ Don’t let him catch you singing any of his Brozone songs (especially his part). He will be all over you for the rest of the day, teasing you and kissing every inch of your face until no area goes untouched

✩ Wanna get Clay flustered? Tell him he has a beautiful voice and you love to hear him sing

✩ Will 100% start humming to you before bed

✩ You’re the reason Clay started to let up and not focus on working 24/7, 24 hours a week. And Viva noticed that (and she thanked you for helping him relax bcs she’s tired of seeing him stress)

✩ But also please thank him for working so hard to become a licensed CPA. He loves the sound of his job and loves to hear you say it too.

✩ Definitely the big spoon when it’s time to get comfy at night. Being so much taller than you, he likes to consider himself “the one in control”

✩ Loves when you play in and take care of his hair like your own.

✩ Loves a good relaxing “spa” (self care) day. A day where you two, and ONLY you two get to sit back and treat yourselves. Facials, hair care, bubble bath, back massages, etc.

✩ Viva made you a matching sweater romper and you put it on for Clay. Let’s just say that was the best decision ever.

✩ Just like you do for him, he appreciates everything you do. Like no matter what it is, he supports you and he’ll be there every step of the way.

✩ You never have to worry a day in your life about Clay cheating, or finding “someone better”

✩ One time during whatever the situation was that had you guys dancing, you spun away from Clay and a new girl quickly replaced you for him to dip her. And he let her go as soon as she even slightly tilted.

“Clay, why did you drop her?!”

“She was kinda close to me and I don’t know how you or I feel about that to be honest.”

✩ (dw he apologized after)

✩ Clay can be really serious. Or really, really, really, reallyyy, corny. 😐

“Babe, did you know my favorite word is universe? Because it starts with U-N-I.”

“Are you wifi? Because I’m tryna hook up.”

“I heard kissing is a love language. Tryna start a conversation?”

“Are you my grades as a kid? Cause your bad AF.”

“Oh my gosh- CLAY-!”

✩ Overall Clay is an amazingly sweet well rounded man

✩ Never lose him

[microwaveexplosion]

[velocesainz]

Hey! Can i get a bathrobe, a blouse, a halter top, a romper, a shirt, a sun hat, a pair of gloves, a brooch, and a face mask for percy jackson please?

I'm sorry it's a lot you can skip a few things if you want to.

Maybe the fem!reader and percy are arguing and the reader gets too cocky. The sex starts rough but the reader is insecure about herself so she tries covering herself/is teary eyed and percy sees this. So he praises her and the rough sex transitions into soft sex with some aftercare afterwards? Maybe the reader can be on the bigger side 🥹 (we plus sized girls need representation)

A/n: I used to be a plus sized girl and the struggle for representation is so real. Hope you enjoy!

Spicy Arguments

Percy Jackson masterlist | Main masterlist |

Summary: Percy and reader are arguing over petty things when reader decides to irritate Percy which doesn’t end well and when reader feels insecure about herself Percy reminds her how beautiful she is

Pairing: Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Warnings: smuttt, slight angst

Order Receipt:

Bathrobe: You're literally perfect

Blouse: I wish I never met you

Halter top: I will love you till the day I die

Romper: You are going to regret what you just did

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Gloves: Rough sex

Brooch: Soft sex

Face mask: insecure reader

Reader pov:

Me and Percy were currently arguing about some silly topic. I knew such silly arguments always end up in soft apologetic sex but today I was determined to see a different side of him so I decided to piss him off

“You can’t expect me to always be ok with you hanging out with other guys!” Percy yelled

“Oh? And you hanging out with girls is ok?” I shot back

“It’s not like that y/n! The guys are all literally drooling over you and trying to make you theirs!” Percy reasoned

“I wish I never met you Percy! You’re so possessive and controlling. Maybe I should get together with one of them. Preferably one who doesn’t have all the girls in camp fawning over him and one who doesn’t have a small dick!” I smirked watching his eyes turn dark with rage

“Oh you did not just say that” he said clenching his fists

“And what if I did?” I egged on

“You are going to regret what you just did”

“Let’s see what you got insecure small dick man”

With that he pushed me against the wall roughly and started devouring my lips in a heated kiss

He ripped off my clothes not caring about what I would wear when I left his cabin.

He dragged me to his bed and threw me onto it immediately getting on top of me.

He shed his clothing to reveal his huge dick throbbing and a shade of angry red

“Like what you see darling? Not so small are we now”

With that he shoved his dick deep into my throat making me gag

Not caring about a single thing he continued mouth fucking me a mess covered in my drool and his juices as I sucked him

“Fuck no more- fuck words to say now huh? Dick got your tongue?” He laughed

He switched in my mouth indicating he was close and increased his pace bruising the back of my throat

He shoved his entire length and held me to his abs as he came down my throat

He then made his way to my clit where he roughly inserted himself

We both cried out in intense pleasure and shock

As he fucked me I stared at his god like body and started feeling insecure and being on the bigger side so I tried to cover myself up

Percy noticed and instantly his demeanour softened and he looked at me with loving eyes

“Darling you don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re perfect”

His hard thrusts turned into soft, deep and loving thrusts and he made sure to praise me at every turn

“Your moans are literally my favourite sound”

“You’re literally perfect”

“You’re like a goddess”

His pace increased slowly as we both approached our highs

In one long and deep thrust we both released and rode out our highs

Percy left the bed and returned from the bathroom carrying me into the room and placing me in a beautiful bubble bath

He shampooed my hair and cleaned and dried my hair off

We both returned to the bed where he held me close and lulled me to sleep

“I will love you till the day I die”

A/n: hello lovelies! Hope you enjoyed this fic. I have a few more Percy Jackson ones lined up so stay tuned. As always leave your feedback Kissies ✨

[donatellawritings]

Hiiiii mamacita!! Totally love your writing! Wondering if you’ve seen the trend of girls pranking their bfs by telling them they got waxed by a guy? I’ve already seen loads of fics about it so I was thinking maybe you could do a Rafe one but instead of the wax maybe she could say she got a massage from a dude? And like not even a prank but she went to the spa and actually got massaged by a guy but she thought it was totally innocent so she casually tells Rafe LOL he’d go ballistic

hi baby! omg this is actually so funny

rafe was completely aware about how serious you were about self-care - you loved being pampered and that was partly thanks to the lavish lifestyle that rafe had introduced to you. you got regular blowouts, fresh sets of cutesy acrylic nails, monthly facials, weekly shopping trips on the mainland - you were a spoiled princess through and through. rafe didn’t mind it though, you worked hard in school and never failed to be the devoted trophy girlfriend that he proudly sauntered around the island. so, when you told rafe that you’d be treating yourself and sarah to a spa day, he didn’t even bat an eyelash, only pressing his lips to yours as he slid his debit card into your purse and slapped your ass as you walked out of the front door.

it was a typical spa day for you, you’d bashfully talk about your days with rafe to your nail lady, while she engrossed you with details about her barging clients. the two of you exchanged bubbly laughs as you sipped on your mocktail, wearing nothing but the fluffy white robe that came complimentary with your spa visit. you were so involved with the relaxing environment that came with getting waited on hand and foot, that you didn’t even realize that your regular masseuse had been swapped out for a middle-aged man who had taken over her position.

now dressed in your figure-hugging, white lace-trimmed romper that rode up the plush curve of your ass, you strutted through the front door of tannyhill, chanel bag in-tow as you relished in your fluid and relaxed state. the exposed skin of your legs, thighs, arms, and chest glowed from the luxuriously creamy oils and lotions used on your skin, your face radiant from your facial as you raised your dior sunglasses to sit on top of your hair. “papi, i’m home,” you sang, placing your purse onto the couch, a low sigh leaving your lips as you reached to grab a glass from the top cabinet.

the thin fabric of your romper became wedged between your taut asscheeks as you stood on the tips of your freshly pedicured toes, a shriek coming from your lips as a harsh smack came down on your ass, “coño, raaafe,” you whined, your pained pout quickly subsiding into a smile as your boyfriend chuckles lightly, pushing his hand down against your spine, bending you over the counter.

rafe was shirtless, wearing nothing but his belted slacks and socks as he feigned a few thrusts into your clothed bottom, before leaning over to kiss the back of your head, “how was the spa, mama, y’got everything done?” he questioned, reaching over you to grab your glass, bringing it to the fridge to fill up with water.

with a smile, you nodded as you approached rafe, sliding your arms around his naked waist with a dreamy sigh, “yeah, i got my nails done, we went for a french manicure and pedicure,” you raised one of your hands to rafe’s eyesight, your eyes brightening with excitement as he kissed your knuckles in approval, “i got a facial, my eyebrows and lashes done, i got waxed,” you sang, earning an enticed hum from rafe as his eyebrows raised with peaked interest.

a giggle escaped your puffed lips as rafe’s hand slid down your back, before he gripped your plush ass, jiggling it a bit as he curved his finger into your wet taint, causing you to throw your head back with a dopey smile, “rafe, listen to me,” you whined playfully.

with a nod, your boyfriend motioned for you to continue as he brought the glass of water to his pink lips, “and i got a full body massage, they used this warm oil - ugh, it was amazing,” you mewled, dramatically leaning your forehead against rafe’s bare chest, “the masseuse was really good, i think he was new-” you continued, bringing your swollen lips together as rafe cocked his head to the side, completely unamused by your revelation.

“he? didn’t y’tell me that it was a girl who does your massages?” rafe quizzed, setting his glass in the sink as he pulled away from you, adjusting his signet ring to sit further on his finger, his jaw strained.

internally you slapped yourself - sure, you knew that the masseuse was only there to do his job, but rafe had made it a point that you were to only have a female masseuse, he wasn’t too keen on having some guy running his hands down your oiled body. now nervously toying with the laced hem of your romper, you bit down into your bottom lip.

“yeah, but she’s on leave sooo,” you stepped closer to rafe, batting your wispy lashes up at his cold eyes, sighing in defeat as he remained stoic, “look, i didn’t even know that they hired someone new, papi,” you squeaked, bringing one of your legs to snake around rafe’s waist as you pushed yourself one, wrapping your other leg around him as his hand instinctively held you up by your ass.

rafe rolled his eyes, unimpressed as he carried you, “y’not going there anymore, princess,” he decided, pecking a short kiss to your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, “m’serious, y’know how i feel about it so don’t fuckin’ ask me,” he confirmed, patting your ass as you let out an exaggerated whine against the skin of his neck.

“you’re so strict,” you spoke, your voice muffled and strained as rafe nodded, refusing to fall into your complaints while he craned his neck back, forcing your eyes to meet, “wait- what if i just let you do my massages, but i can keep going to the spa?” you beamed.

searching your eyes for any hidden intentions, rafe shrugged, “i will fuck you up if you get another massage from him, y’understand?” he warned, completely entranced by your doe eyes and plump lips, not missing the way your warm pussy strained against the fabric of your romper.

smacking a noisy and wet kiss to rafe’s lips, you nodded furiously, “i understand,” you hummed sweetly, letting out a soft moan as rafe suddenly let you drop a few inches, before catching your thighs with his large hand, causing your aching pussy to taste the perfect amount of friction against the crotch of your romper.

with lowly hung eyes, rafe swiftly placed you on top of the kitchen counter forcefully spreading your legs to reveal the sticky wet patch that sat right on your pussy. crouching to reach eye level with your wetness, rafe wordlessly pressed his tongue against the damp spot, allowing his spit to dampen the sweetly-tinged fabric of your romper before enclosing his warm mouth around your clothed-pussy in a sloppy kiss. overly sensitive from the brazilian wax, you sucked in a breath as you tried to close your legs around rafe’s face.

“don’t fuckin’ touch me,” he hummed, licking another long and slippery stripe up your covered pussy, sucking on the wet spot as he held your legs spread with a tight grip on both of your knees, “y’so fuckin’ wet, mama - fuck,” he moaned needily, leaning his face in closer to your pussy as you blissfully throw your head back with parted lips.

“fuck, papi, s’so sensitive,” you moaned, exhaling an uneven shudder of a breath as rafe pressed his tongue into your fabric covered hole, maintaining his strict grip on your wobbly knees as he swallowed your pussy in an open mouthed kiss. your eyes rolled back as your lashes fluttered closed, your tummy tightening with each drooling lick the rafe pressed to you, your freshly painted nails scratching against the smooth countertop, eager for any kind of sensation to ease the race of your incoming orgasm.

rafe's piercing eyes closed with bliss as he pulled your knees to rest over his shoulders, carefully carrying you to lay on the floor, his slick and hot tongue continuing to lap at you, a short laugh vibrating against your clothed clit at the sound of you yelping as your back hit the polished hardwood floor. with your legs now thrown over his broad shoulders, it was easy for rafe to dig his face deeper into you. softly sucking on your clit through the fabric of your glove-like romper, rafe opened his eyes, the sight of your perked nipples straining against the flimsy clothing egging him on just right.

"y'gonna cum all over yourself, mama?" he mocked, hastily spitting on your the area right above your throbbing clit, greedily watching as his spit dripped down between your puffy pussy, "shit," he groaned, returning his head between your legs as you let out a hoarse cry.

with a few more generous licks, your warm cum creamed through the fabric that clung to your pussy, leaving rafe in a cum drunk state as he sucked every drop possible, through your clothing. your eyes slowly opened, your pupils blown as your gaze met rafe's as he licked you selfishly, eager to drink you whole. your chest huffed in and out, your vision grainy as rafe finally pulled his handsome face from between your legs, his nose, lips, and chin shining from your cum and his spit. your plump lips parted as you took in rafe's messy state, before they expanded into a dazed smile.

grabbing rafe's face, you pulled him into a searing kiss, shamelessly sucking on his tongue, eager to taste yourself before pulling away with a 'pop'. the two of you lazily smiled at each other, both too fucked out without actually fucking to speak.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Paint and Bubble Baths

ship: Feysand type: pure fluffy drabble warning(s): none word count: 1k words summary: Nyx and Rhys decide to paint something for Feyre and it escalates a little

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"Rhys!" Feyre expresses, voice high-pitched and tinged with nothing but surprise. With her eyes wide open she stares at the scene that unfolds itself in front of her. There is nothing but colour, and mess —  a colourful mess and in it her two favourite boys.

Her mate, the High Lord of the Night Court, is sitting on the ground in her art studio and he, just like his son in his lap, is covered in paint…from head to toe. In this moment he looks so un-High-Lord-like, grinning from one ear to the other, his hair ruffled and no part of his body without colour.

"We are painting for you mummy." Little Nyx grins up at his mother, his eyes sparkling behind his in colour covered lashes. He grins from one ear to the other and claps his hands, still-wet colour splashing into every direction. Rhys behind him laughs loudly, nothing but pride reaching Feyre through the bond as his chest rumbles with delight.

The High Lady folds a hand over her chest, smiling at her mate and her son, her heart filling with warmth and love. "Oh Gods…" she breathes and looks at the painting in front of her mate and son. You can't really make out anything, but the thought counts. It looks like the two of them just splashed colour onto a canvas and they probably did, but the thought alone is so cute it brings tears to Feyre's eyes. 

"You painted this for me?" she asks again and crouches down on the ground, observing the painting. Her eyes trail over the canvas but she can't make out what it is supposed to be — there just is colour. 

"What did you paint?" she asks, trying not to laugh at the sight of their paint-splattered clothes and the colour on every part of their bodies. Nyx's romper that has once been a beautiful light blue, is now decorated with all colours of the rainbow.

It should be you in the art studio, he really tried his best. A lop-sided grin appears on Rhys' face when Feyre meets his gaze, chuckling. Well…she can't really make out herself in this painting but she will pretend she can. "Oh! You painted me," she then says, acting surprised.

Nyx hops up from his father's lap, beaming as he waddles to his mother. "Yes, mummy, this is you and brushes and paint."

"Of course, this is me!" Feyre expresses in a happy voice, reaching her hand forward to brush her thumb over her baby's cheek. Her heart swells with love for her two favorite people in the world and then she looks back at the painting. There is a mix of handprints, finger paintings, and splatters of paint on it which all merge and should create Feyre, she chuckles and the happy rumble reaches Rhys through the bond and makes his heart warm.

"And a little heart, because we love you so much!" Nyx happily steps from one foot to the other, his hands clasped in front of his body, beaming at his mother.

Beaming with pride, Rhys says, "We made a masterpiece because it is what you deserve."

Feyre is touched by her mate's words, and a single tear slips out of the corner of her eye. "We will put it up in the kitchen, yes?" She nods happily and Rhysand dips his chin. Of course, we will. 

With a happy smile on her face she embraces her little artist, not at all minding the colour.

"You both are amazing! I love it so much!" she says, feeling so incredibly happy and loved amidst her favourite boys. "But now we need to get you both cleaned up."

Laughing, Rhys gets up as well, picking up Nyx and lifting him into his arms. "Bubble bath?" he suggest to the little boy who immediately loves the idea, clapping his hands, giggling and chirping loudly. "Yes! Yes!" he cheers and looks between his mother and father. 

With magic they clean up the mess in the art studio and then walk upstairs to the bathroom.

Nyx laughter fills the room as he is trying his best to wipe away the streaks of color on his body after Rhysand helped him take off his tiny romper. He picks up his son then and carries him over to the bath that is already magically filled with water and bubbles and he carefully places Nyx in it. Obviously only after checking that the temperature is alright and won't burn him. 

Rhysand playfully squirts a little water from a duckling onto his son, helping him clean off all of the paint. Feyre joins him, sitting down next to the tub, a sponge in her hands. She wets it, pulling faces at Nyx to keep him distracted while she moves the brush over his head and cleans his onyx strands form the paint. 

Nyx giggles with delight as the fine mist gently falls upon him. The mother quickly joins in, turning it into a mini water fight, laughing as she spritzes some water on her husband too.

With each wipe and scrub, the colourful mess all over Nyx slowly disappears, but the fun doesn't stop. He laughs and giggles and so does Rhys who Feyre urges to also finally move into the tub to get cleaned up. 

And so father and son, the little baby boy now playing with the rubber ducklings while getting washed, sit in the bath and Feyre helps them get cleaned of the colour. 

"Next time you maybe should use brushes?" she chuckles and Rhys splashes a handful of water onto his mate. 

"We did use brushes," he grumbles, but has to laugh.

"But with brushes it is boring, it is better with hands!" Nyx waves his little hands in the air, demonstrating his points. 

Feyre laughs and leans forward to kiss her baby's forehead. "Of course, my love. Of course, it is."

As the two of them sit in the bath, Feyre still cleaning out colour from her son's hair and later from her mate's, the High Lord recounts how the little boy couldn't stop giggling and chatting and saying how much he loves his mummy when painting. 

"I love you so much, you two," Feyre hums, embracing her little baby boy in a tight hug when Rhys lifts him out of the bath and she wraps him into a big, fluffy towel. "My boys."

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Win Or Lose - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words��1666

Warnings Strong language and pregnancy themes.

This was a very detailed Anon request that I received and knew I had to give it a go! (I’ll not paste the whole request here as I usually do, as it was rather long but if you want to read it, it’s here. Be warned, it’s rather full of spoilers!) 

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

"What, what?" Your eyebrows shot upwards.

Travis stared at the plastic test in his hand, his eyes beginning to moisten due to the lack of blinking.

"Trav, honey...what?"

He paused for what felt like forever, "We're going to have a baby."

You screamed and jumped up onto your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck. He immediately picked you up and lifted you around his waist, covering your mouth in kisses.

"We're going to have a baby!" Travis repeated, tears welling up along his lower lash line.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" You stuttered.

You looked deeply into his bright eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. Travis held onto you tightly, laughing through his happy tears. You dipped your head and kissed him passionately, your lips moving across each other softly. He cleared his throat and gently placed you back to the floor before kneeling down and placing his hands on your stomach.

"This is the happiest day of my life." He whispered.

You grinned widely, "Even more than the Super Bowl?"

Travis looked at you, still holding your non-existent bump, "Man, that day was awesome. But this is something else." He looked at your stomach, "Hey, little one."

You smiled and laughed under your breath, "You're so cute." You lowered yourself down, crouching in front of him, "Are you ready for our next adventure, baby?"

"With you? Always."

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Travis was always an attentive husband, but once you were pregnant, he barely let you move anywhere or do anything.

"Baby, sit down, I'll take the laundry up."

You sighed, "Travis, I'm not even 3 weeks pregnant yet. It's a few sheets...I'm fine." You gripped the laundry basket, twisting your body away from him so that he couldn't reach.

He lowered his eyebrows, "Okay, but after you do that, you're coming back here to rest." He patted the empty space on the couch next to him.

You rolled your eyebrows and hummed a noise as you walked away. Stepping through into your laundry room, you smiled as you placed the laundry basket on the counter top. Picking up the sheets and placing them into the machine, you imagined the endless laundry loads you'd be doing in 9 months time. Rompers, socks and blankets would soon be filling up every shelf, drawer and surface. Your mind soon drifted to visions of family walks in the park, first birthdays and diaper changes. You pictured the baby's nursery, already half deciding on colour schemes and the furniture layout. You and Travis had already discussed names but you grew excited at the thought of settling on one that you both loved.

Your daydreaming was interrupted by two strong arms slowly wrapping themselves around your waist. You felt Travis' face settle next to yours and his warming and familiar scent surrounded you.

"Yes, Daddy?"

Travis groaned with contentment in your ear, "I like it when you call me that, but I like it for a whole other reason now."

You leaned into his hold, gently running your nails across his forearms and closing your eyes, "Here's a thought...when shall we tell our parents?"

"Maybe we should wait a bit? Let's just stay in our happy bubble for a while longer?"

"Your Mom is going to be so happy."

Travis smiled against your cheek, "I know. Make sure she's sat down when we tell her."

You giggled quietly, "Come on, big guy. Let's go and 'rest'." You used your fingers as air-quotes to mock Travis' earlier request.

He tightened his hold around your waist, laying multiple kisses onto your neck as you both walked back to the lounge, laughing and falling onto the coach in each others arms.

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"Can I be honest?"

You turned to Travis, as you finished pouring yourself a cup of tea, "Sure."

"You honestly look so sexy right now."

You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple white trousers with a lilac sweater, "Really?"

Travis folded the last napkin and placed it on the table. You'd decided to invite both of your families to the house for a dinner party to announce your pregnancy. You were approaching your 6th week and although you weren't showing yet, it wouldn't be long before you would start to, so you and Travis had a plan in place of who to tell and when. Luckily, it was winter and your incoming baby bump would be slightly easier to hide out in public, but your closest friends would notice.

"Yeah." His voice was low, "You're growing our baby in there, that shit's crazy. You're amazing, you know that?"

You smiled and placed your mug on the counter top, walking over and sitting in Travis' lap, "Well, you'll always look sexy to me, baby."

"Even when I'm old, bald and fat?"

You nodded, "Even more so."

As you placed a gentle kiss on Travis' lips, the sound of the doorbell diverted your attention.

"There're here." Travis said as you stood up and smoothed down your outfit, "You nervous?"

You ran your hands through your hair, "Nervous? No. More...excited."

Travis gave your hand a quick squeeze before he jogged over to the front door and opened it, allowing the sounds of happy cheering and laughter pour into the house. Travis' Mom Donna was the first one to come in, practically ignoring Travis and instead holding her arms out to embrace you.

She squeezed you tightly, "Ohhh honey, you look great!"

You pulled away, stepping back as she gazed over you, "Thank you, Donna. Come in, please. There's some drinks over on the kitchen counter."

Looking back towards the door, you saw Jason and Kylie coming towards you and just behind them, Travis was enjoying a long hug with his Dad, Ed. You grinned at Kylie as she wrapped her arms around you and Jason gave you a fist bump from over her shoulder.

"It's been so long! How have you been?" Kylie's voice was excitable and high-pitched.

"I've been great, but enough about me! How are the kids?"

She grinned, "Oh they're great! Wyatt drew you a picture the other day and I forgot to bring it!"

You waved your hand, "That's okay. I'm sure we'll be up to visit soon."

Travis suddenly shouted out of the door and you turned to see your parents car pulling up in the driveway. Your Dad was the first out of the car and he made a beeline for Travis, shaking his hand, "Great game on Sunday, Travis. Very impressive."

"Thank you, sir." Travis bowed his head a little which made you giggle.

"Princess!" Your Dad turned to you and kissed your cheek, bringing you closer to him for a hug.

"Daddy, it's so good to see you." His moustache tickled your forehead, as it always did and you felt a rush of happiness spread over your chest.

"Travis, be a dear and grab this bag for me." Your Mother's shrill voice almost made you jump as you watched her struggle trying to get out of the car.

Travis rushed to her side, taking her bag out of her hands and offering an arm for her to pull herself out of her seat with. You looked to your husband with apologetic eyes and he responded with a wink.

"Well, if you didn't cram so much in there, you'd be able to carry it." Your Dad said, rolling his eyes.

As your Mom reached you, she took hold of your hands, "The weather here is so unpredictable." She said, narrowing her eyes, "I had to make sure I had everything I might need."

"We're here for a dinner, not a hike." Your Dad laughed with Travis as they made their way into the house.

"Honey, are you okay?" Your Mom's face was full of questions, "You look pale, and your hair is limp."

You quickly glanced to Travis with wide eyes. "Nice to see you too, Mom."

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Travis cleared his throat as soon as everyone finished dinner, tapping his knife against his glass, looking around the table as conversations quickly died down.

Your Mom raised her eyebrows at you in confusion next to you and Jason frowned slightly, unsure of what was to come.

"Okay, so there was a reason we invited you all here today, and it wasn't just for you all to eat my beautiful wife's amazing cooking."

You raised your glass and bowed your head, "Thank you baby. Yes, you're all here because we have some pretty special news. And we wanted to tell our immediate family first, the people who we love so much. So, I hope you'll be pleased to hear that in my glass is just soda...and I'll only be drinking soda for the next 9 months."

There was a combination of gasps, screams and shouts from the table at your news, and your Mom threw her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses, "Oh honey, that's amazing news! I knew something was up with you!"

You turned your head to see Donna covering her face and wiping tears away from her eyes, Travis placing his arm around her, his own eyes welling up.

"Finally, someone to pass all of our baby stuff on to!" Jason shouted, causing the room to erupt into laughter.

Kylie stood up, "I think this news deserves a toast." Your combined families held their glasses up in the air as Kylie continued, "We are all so happy for the both of you and we know you're going to be incredible parents. So, congratulations to the most amazing couple, and the next chapter of your lives!"

Your hand instinctively connected with your stomach, an immense feeling of love surrounding you as you looked at the faces of the people in the room. Your finally looked towards Travis, who was stood with Ed and your Dad, receiving a pat on the back. He made eye contract with you and your breath hitched, his mouth moving silently.

"I love you."

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