#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]

[babypudge]

Your girlfriend seemed to get a kick out of telling you how “incredibly hot” she thought the weather guy on the local news was. When you brought it up, she admitted that it excited her how jealous and grumpy you got every time she said it. Not that you could do much about her excitement… but that was "okay,” she reassured you. It was understood that you were trying to move past your infantile desires in the bedroom and become “a real man” for once in your life, despite having failed to reach that goal thus far. Little did you realize that all of her needs were already being more than satisfied - by that same weatherman. Not only that, but he also found your jealousy and inability to “seal the deal” to be a massive turn on - and neither of them had any intention of giving up the source of their mutual stimulation once they decided to become a couple.

Now, the forecast calls for a strong chance of “Mommy” and “Daddy” fooling around on the sidelines while the old ladies at the farmer's market gather around your stroller to coo and fuss over your precious ruffled bubble-romper as you pull against the restraints in a futile attempt to avoid having your cheeks pinched, a 100% chance of tearfully gagging in your highchair on so many heaping spoonfuls of Gerber Vegetable Chicken that you're thankful when it's time for your "dessert" of Apple Banana Medley and expected lows of Daddy leading you by the hand up to the counter at McDonald's to ask them for the men's room passcode so he can "get this lil' stinker out of his dirty diaper" after you made "boom-booms" in the playplace ballpit (and then he made you use the slide.) Most importantly there's the ever-increasing downpour in your southern region, spurred on by half-hourly bottle feedings that are expected to cause catastrophic damage to your bladder control and lead to ceaseless flooding incidents that can never be prevented, only contained.

Even though your new baby life was once something out of your wildest fantasies, most of the time you’re still grumpy. Grumpy about being woken up by ceaseless thumping in the night because Daddy made sure your crib shared the same wall as the headboard of the “grown-ups” bed, grumpy about the “manny” he hired so Mommy wouldn’t need to change your diapers or give you baths anymore and very grumpy about him casually asking the virtual assistant on his phone “Tell me more about how to measure a boy for a chastity cage” loud enough for you to hear over the Wiggles album that was set on repeat in your headphones on the drive to see "Daniel Tiger LIVE!" These trends are expected to continue with increased intensity in the coming weeks, months and years - with little to no relief.

[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.

[otcscrivx]

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[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.

[diaper-dyke]

Bubbles

Available on AO3 as well!

CWs: Messing

This was just a quick thing I wrote for a prompt in my Discord server (insert Obama putting a medal on himself meme here). I think it turned out okay despite it being shorter than most of my other stuff. I'll probably write a second chapter for this one eventually since I'm quite happy with the premise. But anyways, hope you enjoy this one!

All characters in this story are 18+.

A soft giggle escaped Nina's mouth as she saw the bubbles floating above her head, glittering rainbow in the bright summer sun. She and Mommy had just gotten outside after about an hour of getting dressed and prepared to go out in the scorching heat.

Mommy was dressed in an orange romper with a white floral print, proudly showing off her tanned legs and arms, wearing deep red lipstick and sunglasses that just barely revealed her eyes if you looked close enough. The romper clung to her body as tightly as wet hair, emphasizing every last curve that it touched, especially that of her bosom and ass.

Nina, on the other hand, had been put in a pretty blue sundress that, as always, was too short to cover up the thick white bulge around her bottom, as well as the marks beneath that showed off the good paddling that Mommy had given her yesterday, as a part of what she called the "good girl routine" that usually took place at the end of the week.

"Such a pretty little girl," Mommy cooed as she waved the bubble wand around, causing a few more bubbles to float out. "Let's hope nobody can see what we're doing back here! That little dress won't hide that bottom at all, hm?"

Nina's cheeks burned as she blinked up at her caregiver.

"Mommy's only telling the truth, cookie. Not a lot to stop people from knowing what a naughty little diaper girl you are.." Mommy let her gaze run over the property. "Just a fence and some hedgerows. You'd better hope none of our neighbors are doing roof maintenance today."

"Mommyyyy! Stoooop!" Nina whined, stomping one foot on the grass.

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Of course, there's no need for seeing in here if they can hear you crying as Mommy paddles your bottom. Is that what you want, little dove?"

Nina immediately shook her head. "No, Mama..."

"Then let's stop that whining, shall we? Mommy was very nice to take you out here to play, and I haven't even heard one 'thank you' yet."

"Thank you, Mommy," Nina was temporarily subdued at the threat of another spanking, acutely aware of her bottom that was just barely recovering from yesterday's spanking.

"Good girl," Mommy praised, dipping the wand back in the container and re-emerging with a fresh new set of bubbles. "Let's see how many my smart little bunny can pop, hm?"

At that simple command, all of Nina's conscious thoughts shut down as she fully immersed herself in what her Mommy had told her to do. Mommy knew what was best for her, and Mommy had told her to pop the bubbles. It was admittedly a relief to focus on something so silly and meaningless after the long, hard stressors of the grown-up world had taken their toll on her. Here, she could just relax with her caregiver, accepting her love and her discipline.

Nina was so immersed in the game, in fact, that she wasn't even aware when she started to wet her diaper. There was none of the usual fuss or whining that usually accompanied a wet diaper, the fragments of Nina's adult self trying to put themselves back together. Those fragments were simply not there now, buried far back in the recesses of Nina's mind. She just peacefully flooded her padding without a second thought, before continuing to play for what felt like hours, occasionally stopping to splash around in the kiddie pool that Mama had filled up for her.

It was absolutely adorable, Mommy thought, that Nina ever believed she was an adult. Sure, she had to play pretend when she was out in the big girl world. But here? Here, Mommy would never let her get the chance to protest that she was a big girl. There was no pullup privileges, let alone undie privileges. There was no days that Nina got to sleep anywhere besides her crib or in Mommy's bed. There was no days where Nina was allowed to tuck herself in or change herself. There was no days where Nina wasn't Mommy's perfect little baby.

"Princess, come here," With those simple worlds, the game came to a halt, and Nina scrambled over to Mommy. "Mommy needs to check your diaper. Why don't you go ahead and bend over for me?"

Nina shamelessly bent over, allowing Mommy to have a full view of the soaked diaper. Yet, as Mommy ran her hand over her baby's thick padding, she could still feel many dry spots in there. This diaper could hold a lot more, and Mommy wasn't a big fan of wasting diapers.

"You can do better than that," she decided, giving Nina's bottom a firm pat. "I don't even smell any poopies in there. Is someone having trouble making pushies?"

Nina whimpered and immediately shook her head, knowing that it meant nothing. Usually, Mommy would retrieve an enema or a bottle to give her some 'special cleaning time.' But she made no movements towards the house now, instead just dipping the bubble wand back into the container.

"I have a new game," she explained, holding unwavering eye contact with Nina as she slowly bobbed the wand into the bubble mixture. "You've been doing such a good job popping these bubbles, but Mama has noticed that you've let quite a few get away. So, Mommy wants to raise the stakes a little bit."

Nina swallowed as Mommy drew the wand back out of the container, holding it up and winking at the soggy little girl. "For each bubble that you let get away, that will be another spanking over Mommy's knee tonight. The game ends when you squat and make successful pushies in your diaper. Does that sound fair?"

It didn't, but Nina knew better than to say that. Mommy would just find a way to make the game meaner. "Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy, and?" Mommy waved the wand, sending five bubbles into the air. Her foot tapped as she waited patiently for Nina to remember.

"Thank you, Mommy," Nina finally whispered.

"I didn't quite hear that," Mommy tipped her head and waved the wand again, sending another three bubbles into the air.

"Thank you, Mommy!" Nina blurted more enthusiastically.

"Good girl. And what a shame, it looks like you've already earned eight spankings," Mommy told her, looking at the eight bubbles that were far out of Nina's reach now, before blowing another set out into the air.

"B-" Nina cut off her protest. It wasn't fair! Mommy hadn't told her that the game had already started. But she didn't have time to whine, instead hurrying to catch the bubbles that Mommy had blown, missing another three. Before she could even turn around, several more bubbles floated past her head, and this time, she managed to pop all of them.

They played the game for about half an hour before Nina felt her tummy starting to flip. Ignoring the next set of bubbles, she dropped into a squat and started to push, praying that it would be successful. Another set of bubbles floated past her head, and she used one hand to bat at them, just as her tummy rumbled and she started to push her mess into her diaper, feeling it sag and swell even further as she messed herself.

"Aww," came Mommy's voice from behind her. "Did someone mush her pampers?"

Nina sniffled as she finally came to the realization that not only had she just pooped herself in front of her Mommy, but that she probably owed her caregiver a lot of spankings now. A tear leaked down her face, and as she lifted a hand to wipe it away, a larger hand got there first, wiping her tear before lowering to cradle her chin. All the icky feelings resurfaced as Nina realized that the game was over, and that the sun was setting.

"It's okay," Mommy asserted softly. "You did so good, sweetie. You're going to be just fine- Mommy's going to take care of you."

Nina blinked up at her, and Mommy grabbed one of her hands, letting their fingers intertwine as she started to lead Nina back towards the house. Nina's whines went from humiliated to protesting, not wanting to go inside yet. It was so much more fun in the backyard, where she could run around and kick her feet and throw her toys as much as she wanted, with little risk of breaking anything.

"Aww, I know, peanut," Mama cooed, but didn't let up. "We can come out and play again tomorrow, okay? It'll be too dark to play out here soon, and besides, Mommy has a different type of playtime planned for you."

Nina's nerves were set alight immediately.

"Don't you like the thought of getting some time with Miss Buzzy?" Mommy's voice was so soft and coaxing. "Because she's very excited to play with you. You two haven't gotten to play together in a while, have you?"

"Spankies?" Nina tilted her head. She was so cute that Mommy wanted to hold her up to the world and scream for them to look at the precious sight in her arms. Of course, she could never do that- little Nina was just for her. But it didn't stop her from wishing.

"Oh, don't worry, you owe Mommy thirty-two spankings after the bubble game. We can save them for another day, though. You're still a little sore from yesterday, hm?" Mommy led her into the house, receiving only one grumble of protest this time. "Tonight is for playtime. My baby's diaper has a tiny bit more room for some cummies before Mommy changes her."

She gave Nina a playful wink. "Don't you think?"

Nina felt warmth fluttering in her stomach at the soft compassion that Mama showed her. Despite her grumbles, her whines, and her unbearably stinky diapers, she knew that Mommy loved her, and would do anything to keep her happy. And that was why Nina would always try her hardest to be a good girl, even if she wavered from that goal at times and needed to be corrected under her caregiver's firm but loving touch.

"Yes, Mommy."

[cotandcandybaby]

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[susiefriils]

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.

[microwaveexplosion]

[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.

[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