#with. odette

[froody]

me: No treats this week. Times are tight. I’m sorry.

Philomena: That’s okay, dad. You do the best you can. I love you.

Odette: Sell my runt sister. She is weak and likely will not survive the winter. We must sacrifice her to retain our strength. The treats must flow.

[barblaz-arts]

That feeling when you find out you're finally out of the dog house and your girlfriend still loves you

(just wanted to redraw my favorite Chaggie moment)

[owlyjules]

Still looking throught my Character refs and I still love this header I made for my Odette Notepads years ago.:)

[brambeag]

bob haircut REQUIRED for aspect of mythal job

[poorchoicesarebettr]

Family picture fr

[sugarmint-dreams]

barbie swan lake ˖⁺‧₊˚

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my shop | mobile wallpapers

[illiardbilliard]

Overlord Party

(This was all just an elaborate ruse to draw Susan in a cool outfit; and to include my headcanon that Angel Dust is the only person at the hotel that Susan likes)

[peceraynadamas]

The girls again.

Plus Vaggie :)

[meatballsu]

[vannahrt]

Don’t you DARE even LOOK at any of her children.

[pimsri]

Swan Lake, but raptors.

[froody]

GIRL NOOOO. NOOOOOOOOO.

[puertoricanbelle]

Felt the itch to redesign Odette to accompany my redesign of the Fairy Queen from last year! Very pleased with how Odette turned out!

[brambeag]

replaying dai for no reason at all

[paddedlittleparadise]

"I like you better like this."

Mona's words, soft and breathy, shiver through you. You can't help it. You find yourself unable to look away from her warm brown eyes… her mesmerizing smile… the greedy hunger written across her face. Her hands, soft and cool, tighten on your bare shoulders. And wordlessly, your body quivers in abject, devoted response.

"Uhh… huuuh…?"

It's just a whimper. A sweet, pathetic, questioning little whimper. But as it leaves your parted lips, the light in Mona's eyes grows brighter. "Of course I love you no matter what, darling. But you're so… perfect like this. No silly grownup clothes. No makeup. No glasses, no perfume. Just you… and your diaper. A pretty, naked little babydoll…" Her breath hitches, and the next words betray the husky arousal blossoming within her. "For me."

For me. The simple words crash over you with all the thrilling force of an ocean wave. Between your own thighs, down beneath the rustling surface of the babyish padding she's just given you, you sense your own unbidden excitement building. For her, yes. I'll be anything, do anything for her-

"Maybe it's silly," she admits now. The shivers of pleasure continue to race through you, redoubling as her fingers slip gently down to caress your naked left breast. "And I know you're new to this stuff. But it just… it suits you, you know? You're so small and sweet and perfect. And… and when I see you like this, actually wearing a diaper for me…" She trails off, and your lips part in mingled pain and delight as she pinches longingly on your nipple. "God, it's such a turn-on-"

Her chest heaves, squarely at your eye level. You feel a sudden, overpowering urge: an urge to bury your face in her breasts, to let their pillowy warm softness blot out all other sights and sounds. You quiver, eyes dropping from her face and shamefully, hungrily, at the paradise before you. You need to feel her skin on yours. You long for her scent to fill your senses. You yearn for her hands to twine in your long blonde hair, pulling you deeper and ever deeper into her…

"My sweet little baby," she murmurs, and a muted little whimper escapes you once more. Her hand is on your cheek now, cradling your face and raising it once more to gaze into hers. "You're my sweet, incredible little baby girl. Giving me her control. Giving me everything… trusting me… letting me tease her and train her…"

She leans closer now, and in every husky syllable you sense her lust. "You know… maybe I'll keep you like this all the time. Naked… in just a diaper-" The last word jerks out of her, and you shiver as her hands tighten on your bare shoulders once more. "Oh, fuck. You'd be so perfect. My twenty-four year-old baby, waddling naked around our apartment… cute and helpless and adorable… unable to do anything but dribble and leak into your pampers. Just-" She's practically salivating now, and her chest heaves once more. "Just like the sweet little baby you deserve to be…"

The mental image flashes before you: naked and infantile and ever so blush-inducing. It's unlike anything people say you should want, and yet… Oh, how badly you want it right now! You need it. You need to please her, to obey her. Right now you want nothing more than to do exactly as she wants: waddle, crawl, piddle, coo, drool… whatever. Because she's Mona. She's your fiancée. And no matter how strange it might be, you sense that she's showing you the way to a happiness unlike anything you've ever had.

And so, you blink up into her face. You flash a shaky smile. And you confess the truth that erupts from your very core…

"I like me better like this, too."

Image Credit: ABDreams.com (feat. the fabulous Apple and Odette Delacroix!)

Be sure to check out my Ream Stories if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!

[iridessence]

plus size Odette, julia del bianco