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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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PLEASEE we need a part 2 of Draco arranged marriage smut with preg readerr😩❕

mixed with this request: hey, can i request a combo of smut, angst, fluff draco x fem reader where she’s his wife, but draco’s been very busy lately and she needs him, she thinks he doesn’t find her attractive anymore because they hadn’t had sex in a long time, but draco tells her that he still loves her and make love to her? sorry if this is weird, and only if you’re comfortable. anyways have a good day

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, pregnant!reader, mentions of negative body image, mentions of weight gain, oral (female receiving), breast play, pregnant sex

a/n: this is actually part 3 to the arranged marriage draco series, so feel free to read the other two before this one if you haven't already! i love these ones so much. also my fbi agent probably thinks i'm a really kinky pregnant lady based on my search history while writing this but oh well.

part 1 / part 2

It had been almost two years since your arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy and a lot had changed since then.

Firstly, you two were very much happily in love. Your engagement and the first two weeks of your marriage had been awkward and tense, leading you to find pleasure in the arms of your ex. After an impulsive move to admit your mistake to Draco on the very same day, mixed in with some aggressive sex, you two had decided to give your relationship a real shot. It was the best decision either of you had ever made. And now, two years later, you could happily and honestly say it was a real marriage filled with love.

Secondly, Draco had fully taken over as the sole leader of the Malfoy’s family business. You still weren’t entirely sure what the business entailed even after he had explained it to you a dozen times, but you were still proud of him. He worked hard and that hard work was all for you and your growing family.

Oh, right.

The biggest change in your lives has been your pregnancy. It wasn’t exactly planned but it wasn’t exactly an accident either. The two of you had simply decided to let fate decide, and fate was deciding now. You were six months in and you were really beginning to show. It wasn’t the bump that was the problem, but your husband's reaction. Or non-reaction. You understood he was busy with work and more than likely tired when he finally made it to bed, but he had barely touched you over the past few weeks other than small kisses. You knew he loved you, there was no doubting that, but you were starting to have your doubts about his attraction towards you.

Which led to the current situation unfolding in your bedroom.

“Why are you wearing that to bed? You never wear that much clothing to go to sleep,” Draco asked, his face laced with concern as he stripped from his work clothes near the bottom of the bed.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. Or scream. Because of course he noticed. He noticed everything. You settled on giving him a non committed shrug, but of course he wasn’t having any of that either.

He quickly rounded to the bed to sit down beside you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, already bringing his hand up to feel your forehead.

You quickly pushed his hand away and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I feel fine,” you replied shortly, praying that he wouldn’t keep pestering you about it.

In truth, you were wearing a full set of pajamas to bed because you just didn’t feel attractive wearing your usual over sized shirts or skimpy, small sets anymore. You knew, rationally, that most of it was in your head, but his lack of libido for you lately wasn’t helping you feel much better about your current weight gain.

“Why all the clothing, then? Are you cold? I can turn the heat up if you’d like,” Draco continued, but he stood back up to continue changing.

“Draco, I said I was fine,” you insisted, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Do you have a sexy set of lingerie underneath that you want me to find?” He asked, playfully now.

You scoffed. “Not that you’d fuck me if I did anyways,” you whispered under your breath.

But of course he heard you.

“What was that?” He asked, spinning back around to face you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie around his neck. Damn him for looking so good.

“I know you heard me. Don’t make me repeat it,” you replied coldly, rolling over so you didn’t have to face him any more.

“Y/N,” he called, trying to get your attention, trying to get you to turn back around. Once he realized that wouldn’t work, he rounded the bed so he could see your face. “Why do you think that?” He asked calmly, but you could see the desperate confusion all over his face.

“‘Why do I think that?’” You mocked, the question riling you up enough to force you to sit up. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t touched me in weeks. I know I’ve gained weight and I know I’m probably starting to look like a whale but-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, swiftly climbing onto the bed so he could be closer to you. “Darling, please calm down,” he pleaded softly, gently dragging you onto his lap so he could hold you. You let him move you easily, but you were still uneasy. He held you close and waited for you to calm down a bit and get settled before he started.

“First of all, you don’t look like a whale so let’s get that out of the way. You never have and you never will no matter how big this baby gets. You’re growing a child inside of you, darling. Please don’t be so hard on yourself for something you’re supposed to be doing right now,” he told you, absentmindedly stroking your growing belly. It was a new quirk he had picked up once you started showing - either of you started talking about the baby and suddenly his hand was on your stomach. The familiarity of the movement put you at ease and you leaned further into him.

“Secondly, I haven’t initiated anything because you were telling me how tired you’ve been. I didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want or end up hurting you or the baby, so I didn’t try anything. I realize now that that was a mistake, because I hate that I made you feel this way, darling. I should have just asked. But please trust me when I tell you I’ve wanted you every day, same as it’s always been and always will be. Merlin, the past few weeks I’ve been going to bed and waking up hard enough to pound nails,” he admitted sheepishly, causing you to giggle.

Even the thought of him being hard had you clit throbbing and your body perking up. The past few weeks had left you desperate and aching despite the fatigue and other pregnancy symptoms wreaking havoc on your body. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you wanted him now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally asked, cutting off your train of thought.

You debated lying or even brushing off the question, but you knew he wouldn’t drop it unless he was certain you were being honest. Serious conversations called for honest responses.

“A couple of reasons I guess. You work hard all day and I know you’re tired by the time we get to bed, so I felt bad asking. And with the thoughts I was having it didn’t even really seem worth it to try anything because I thought you’d just shut me down,” you confessed, not even daring to look up at him.

“Darling, the day I say no to sex with you is the day my cock doesn’t work,” he said with a chuckle, but his hand came up to grab you under the chin to turn your head to face him. “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N. I have since the day I met you and everyday since. I don’t call you ‘my pretty girl’ for no reason. If you wanted me to make you feel good, you could have just asked me.”

You gave him a small smile, your first genuine one all day. But you jumped at the opportunity. “Even right now?” You asked bashfully, referencing the less-than-sexy pajamas you were wearing.

He didn’t even bother giving you an answer. On your next breath, he was pulling you into a heated kiss that you have been waiting weeks for. You both have been waiting if his enthusiasm was anything to go by.

Gently, so gently as if you might break if he was any rougher, he moved you both until you were laying flat on your back without breaking the kiss once. In mere moments he was stripping you bare, removing your layers until you were finally exposed to him. He didn’t give you a moment to be insecure, though.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his dark eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You might have thought he was just feeding you compliments if you didn’t see the utter rapture in his eyes, but his look of lust was unmistakable.

You were breathless just from the way he was looking at you, equally stunned and turned on by the way he was devouring you with his eyes. But when he immediately ducked down to lick a harsh trail up your soaked slit, a moan of pleasure got ripped from your throat without hesitation. After weeks of nothing but self inflicted torture, feeling his tongue on you was an otherworldly experience.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against your aching clit before unleashing himself on you like a starving man. He started on your clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it in between his lips until your legs were shaking. Eventually, he made his way down to your entrance to fuck you with his tongue, making you writhe against the sheets and practically scream his name.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are,” he demanded, his lips a caress against your sensitive skin as he worked you closer and closer to your release with his tongue.

He sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, and that was your undoing. You came with a scream, your back arching obscenely as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Despite not having made you cum in weeks, your husband certainly did not disappoint. You doubted he ever would.

You could feel Draco staring at you as you came down from your high, and when you cracked your eyes open you were just as transfixed as he looked. His usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places from the way you had mused your fingers through his locks. His lips were swollen and wet, in equal measure from the kisses you had been sharing and his exquisite ministrations on your still throbbing cunt. And his eyes were dark with lust, staring into yours like you held the answer to every question he ever had.

“Did that feel good, darling?” He cooed, his hands trailing possessively up your body as he raised himself to hover above you.

“I want more,” you told him honestly as he took your tender breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipples just to force a whine out of you.

“Keep making those pretty noises and we might be here all night,” he said with a smirk, his head ducking down to suck on the nipples he had just been playing with.

It felt so much better than it usually did, probably thanks to how sore they were. His tongue was soothing every inch of you and every movement caused another pulse of pleasure to go directly to your clit.

“Fuck, I think I can cum like this,” you gasped, pulling his head impossibly closer to your chest.

With graceful ease he doubled down on his actions, licking and sucking on your nipples with fervor as he slipped a hand down to play with your clit. Your body was in sensory overload as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, never once stopping what he was doing just to get you there.

You arched your back, suffocating him with your breasts as you reached your peak. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he worked you through it, his own moans vibrating against your sensitive nipples.

Draco wasted no time in stripping the second your breathing evened out, settling himself in the cradle of your thighs once he was back on the bed at lightning speed.

“Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t know how gentle I can be right now,” he said softly, a warning you’d probably ignore because you needed him inside of you just as badly as he did right now.

You could only nod back, your voice caught in your throat in anticipation. In one swift movement, he was buried inside you to the hilt, both of you giving strangled moans at the sensation.

He started slow, letting your body readjust to his impressive length and girth. You weren’t even sure which noises were yours and which were his, but you did know you were fighting not to roll your eyes back in your head in order to watch him work. He was clearly holding back, but his impeccable self control was shattering as he thrust inside of you.

You knew just how to break him.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Draco, please. I want to feel it in the morning,” you whined, your voice breathy from just his slow movements. You knew you’d be helpless to your own desire once he broke, but you knew it would be worth it.

He took a moment to look at you, an assessing gaze in his eyes. It was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you, but that’s not what you needed or wanted right now. Far from it, really. He must have liked what he saw because from one breath to the next, you were screaming his name.

His next thrust was brutal, deep and hard just the way you were craving. You knew neither of you would last long like this, not with all the pent up arousal, but it was worth it to feel the powerful movements of his hips as he ruined you.

Despite his lack of control, he was still meticulous in the way he tore you apart. Slowly, he dipped his head down once more to suck a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as you writhed under him, only pushing his cock deeper inside of you. Once you felt his fingers on your clit, you knew you were done for.

The world was a blur as your climax hit you, your vision and hearing almost nonexistent as he fucked you through it. It was only when you heard Draco let out his own ragged, breathless moan that you felt your body falling back into place underneath him while he released deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a time, your bodies still joined and close as you both came back down to earth. It felt almost impossible to catch your breath, but when he pulled out and wrapped you in his arms you felt your entire body settle into him. The silence that fell over the room was peaceful and content, but a stark contrast from what it had been mere minutes ago.

“Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’m staying home tomorrow and at this rate it’s doubtful we’ll ever make it out of bed,” he finally said, his promise coming with a smirk you couldn’t see from your angle but you knew was dancing across his face.

“I like the sound of that,” you conceded, slowly succumbing to the sleep you desperately needed after that, but the last thought you had before sleep took you was that you had never felt more loved, more cherished, more beautiful than right now in his arms.

#Draco Malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy smut #Draco Malfoy Headcanon #draco one shot #Harry Potter Smut #Harry Potter #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy drabble #draco x you

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 2-3: 时间针脚 The Patchwork of Time Translation

“If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson. We are not a charity.”

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MC: … Sariel is calling for me?

Although I was confused beyond measure at why he would do that, I still complied, walking over to him.

Sariel: Rookie?

MC: Yes?

Sariel: Tell me what you think about this design.

MC: ?

Sariel had already handed me the design draft he had on hand while I was still stuck being puzzled.

❖☆———————————★❖

It was a yellowing sheet of paper. One look told you that it had probably seen a couple of years. There was even a splotchy light brown stain on the blank area.

I looked at the one-piece dress that had been drafted in the centre of the paper.

An intricately, yet delicately modified shoulder line, a tight waist area, and a pleated skirt made out of a thick material that fell over the knees. It was a classic design of a dress, its style reminiscent of the great Fashion Designer, Joseph Clinton's.

But I'm sure he isn't asking me to just comment on the design style of this, right?

How should I answer him?

☆Light Choice: Praise the good points

MC: I think this design to be… bold.

Sariel suddenly raises his eyes to look at me, his sharp gaze making me feel a tad nervous.

MC: This design draft feels like a vintage piece.

MC: I can see the not-yet developed version of the bias-cutting technique, which originated from the start of the last century, here.

MC: So, I’m pretty sure that this draft hails from those times of war.

MC: During those times, the fashion industry took a big hit due to the economic depression and the lack of resources.

MC: Women gave up their dresses, swapping them out for simple and practical uniforms and wide pants.

MC: But in this draft—

MC: Whether it be the special tailoring to further emphasize the curves of a woman’s body or the design of the beautiful bubble skirt, it all requires over ten meters of fabric to be created.

MC: It is a blatant revolution against the fashion trends during those times.

MC: The Designer for this piece hopes to use fashion to help liberate people from those warring times, and also to reshape people’s perception of beauty.

★Night Choice: Point out what's lacking

MC: From the draft, I can see how this is supposedly being created with the bias cut.

MC: The bias-cutting technique was only founded at the start of the last century, so I assume that this draft was created in times of war.

MC: Given that this draft was restricted by the era in which it was created, where the seaming and pleating of skirts were not yet as advanced, I'd say that this still has room for improvement.

MC: The internal structure of the chemise is overly complicated, so it's not very friendly on the wearer.

MC: However, it was able to break out of the wartime's style of “simple is best”, with practicality as its main design factor.

MC: It liberated women from overly baggy clothing and uniforms, reshaping people's perception of what makes things beautiful.

MC: This design spirit is something that should be applauded.

I quietly waited for Sariel to respond after I'd said my piece.

Sariel: That will do. Put it down.

MC: Right…

Sariel: This design draft that you're seeing right now...

Sariel: Is a work of Joseph Clinton's, from the time before he released the "Amber" Collection.

MC: !

So it really is Clinton's work!

That caused a stir in the meeting room as all designers present moved closer upfront to take a look at the design draft.

Designer A: No wonder it looked so familiar… This is definitely the same as his style of elegance and grace.

Designer B: The "Amber" Collection? Isn't that Clinton's most highly-awarded masterpiece?

Designer C: Not only is it a masterpiece, it even made a new fashion trend take the world in stride! It still has a strong influence even now.

Sariel: He made this draft in an era that was all for simplicity, pissing his boss off so badly that he flung the bottle. It was a fine wine.

Sariel: Decallan 1928.

Sariel: Clinton kept it for a very long time, yet he never managed to taste it.

Sariel glanced at the faint brown stain on the draft, his eyes slightly glazing over. The slight mirth that tinged his voice was reminiscent of how one would describe the embarrassing moments of a friend of theirs.

But Clinton has already long since passed on, and none of these things was ever mentioned in his autobiography… So, why does Sariel know all of this?

Sariel pauses for a while before picking the drafted design sketch back up again.

Sariel: He was fired. This untimely design of his nearly ended his career right there and then.

Sariel: But, he managed to establish his own Fashion Studio in the end, funded and backed by a wealthy businessman.

Sariel: The "Amber" Collection was created using this draft as a baseline.

He pulled out another design draft from the folder. It was also a little yellowed, but still, a precious draft that had withstood the trials of time all the same.

Sariel: And in 1947, Joseph Clinton came out with the "Amber" Collection.

Sariel: It doesn’t matter whether it is a strapless arc that hugs one’s shoulders, or a long bud-skirted dress made with densely woven cotton.

Sariel: They all helped challenge and revolt against the society that was suffering from post-war depression and the trying times.

Sariel: The reason why his fashion designs awe people is because it represents free-spiritedness and an unyielding spirit.

Sariel: Pursuing beauty and personal exploration will always be the main factors of design.

Sariel: Unfortunately, I do not see these in any of the works that you've turned in.

Sariel: If this happens again, that'll be the last design you're ever going to be making in Warson.

Sariel: We are not a charity.

Calm, rational, highly professional, and leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Everyone present suddenly pales as the temperature seemingly drops to sub-zero degrees.

I daringly raised my head, only for my line of sight to coincidentally coincide with the look he shot over. I saw the slight amusement that had yet to falter, hidden within the depths of his eyes.

Light flickered, wavering within those pale depths. It was almost as if the translucent amber wanted to encase the small sliver of a smile, sealing it within its depths.

Does this mean that he acknowledges my prior reply?

I was stunned. I blinked in disbelief, unsure if what I saw was real. However, he'd already returned to his usual frosty countenance before I could process anything.

It looks like what happened earlier was merely just an illusion of mine...

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: (Chapter 2-1) | Next Part: (Chapter 2-5)

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #萧逸 #Osborn #齐司礼 #Sariel #陆沉 #Evan #查理苏 #Charlie #夏鸣星 #Jesse #For Light and Night

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jostenminyard · 6 years

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who are your aftg fancasts ?

Anonymous said: have you ever thought about what actors would be perfect to play the foxes if there were ever a show/movie ?? i’m interested lol.

sorry for taking so long pals, i wanted time to really think about this! i have models/people picked out in my head for certain characters, but not any actors. and i think there is a difference there! also does anyone else picture fanart for them more than rl people? like requiemofkings/rainbowd00dles/llstarcasterll’s art is exactly how i picture a lot of them, with some exceptions.

anyways, let’s get into this

neil josten: this is tricky because in my head, he is NOT white. he has beautiful brown skin so i definitely headcanon him as either half first nations (like me!) or hispanic. they aren’t interchangeable i know but my hc as him as native is pretty much me projecting. anyway i could pick the obvious answer of jake cooper (1, 2) who is beautiful and has that pretty boy charm to him that neil has, but boy is white af. there’s also froy gutierrez, who is stunning and a lil cutie, and is actually an actor! my only problem there is that. he’s just so /cute/ that i can’t picture him as neil entirely. i’d love to hear what other people think!

andrew minyard: OH GOD. WTF. NO. HE CANNOT EXIST IN RL. THIS 5′ TALL BEEFCAKE?? WITH BLONDE HAIR AND GOLDEN EYES?? i legit haven’t ever come across anyone who fits the bill, so i usually picture fanart. that being said, there are a few people who give off andrew vibes. as nora said, toby hemingway (1, 2) has that ‘good-looking-but-kinda-scary’ look that fits andrew. but idk i think andrew has more defined facial features. i despise the thought of dane dehaan as andrew because he looks like 40 years old (not to say he isn’t good looking) but dane’s voice is definitely andrew’s 100%. also i’m not that informed about kpop but i kno this guy and he’d make a good andrew right?

aaron minyard: ^

kevin day: oh this is eASY!! the one, the only, the man, the myth, the legend, LAURENCE COKE!! he has such a beautiful face, a jacked af body, and he has that arrogant look to him that says ‘i’m better than u’ because he is! but. BUT. my dearest headcanon that i won’t allow anyone to take from me is that kevin day and wymack are native american. so that being said, a very beautiful kevin day would be dyami thomas!!

nicky hemmick: those who say tyler posey is nicky hemmick can jump in a fire. tho i will admit he could probably act as a good nicky, but,,,,, nah. nicky has dark skin. i picture him with long and curly hair, that always gets in his face. somebody on twitter once asked nora about nicky and she responded with a perfect face cast i think but i cannot remember the name. if we’re going for face/hair/body type though, this kid and this kid help build nicky up in my head.

dan wilds: dan is not white. i have never ever thought of her as white. she is beautiful with her short hair and her tiny fierceness. i think aiyana lewis is BEAUTIFUL and is who i generally picture as dan. but, like my kevin hc, i do want to believe that dan is native american. this user found the most beautiful lady that would make an amazing dan! look at her with short hair oh wow ♥

matt boyd: do i even need to say it?? reece king. REECE.KING. what a man! oh god i’m getting woozy over here

renee walker: oh sweet renee. there are so many amazing versions of her (fanart/fancasts) that i’ve seen in my time here in the fandom that it’s hard to pin her down. i’ve seen kim tae-yeon in a few edits and this picture really struck me as renee!

allison reynolds: i just saw somebody say amber heard and lemme tell ya. i am GAY for that idea. but also kayley kiyoko. i wasn’t able to see it before but hayley kiyoko can do whatever the fuck she wants. can i also say dianna agron or is that my gleek ass projecting? IDC SHE’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD

david wymack: listen. if you even try to tell me that dwayne the rock johnson is david wymack, i’ll block you. wtf. get more creative people. clearly jeff goldblum is the only rational option here. being serious tho, i picture this big gruff native guy as wymack. listen i don’t have a father i don’t know what they look like ok. but did any other canadian native kid grow up watching north of 60? this face comes 2 mind

i’ve just spent 2 hours on this so i think i’ll end it there! if they were to make a tv show or a movie it would be really swell if they could cast all new faces. i want to see the most diverse cast ever. i want to see actual gay people playing gay characters. i want voices that aren’t ever heard and faces that aren’t ever seen in the spotlight. hope u enjoyed

#anon #message #aftg #tfc #aftg fancast #my headcanons #my head hurts now

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im-abanana · 6 years

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-The Demon and The Angel- ch.2

A friendo requested a “Date” Bendy x Alice one-shot, and so I did it. Well, at least I tried. It’s not much, school and cold weather is killing me, but here you go. Hope you’ll like it, the next one will come out sooner.

Summary: Being lost with someone you barely stand in a foreign city, sometimes, is not that bad at all.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12736851/chapters/29426634

-Date-

Morning, 11:50 a.m.

“It's official, we're lost.” Alice panted loudly as a thick layer of sweat was starting to drip from her flushed forehead and cheeks, promptly drying those parts with the palm of her left hand and burning Bendy alive with a sharp and homicidal gaze. The midday sun was proudly high in the beautiful blue sky, and the fallen angel realized that the summer in Italy was maybe a little bit hotter than she expected. Alright, a lot hotter, actually. “This is all your fault, you stupid short devil! What were you thinking, walking away from the whole group like that and doing crap? And of course, I'm the one who always has to pick up the pieces when you, Edgar, Charley and Barley fuck things up!” the black haired girl yelled in pure rage in the middle of the cheering crowd, cracking her pale knuckles and grunting out at her partner, aggressively. “We don't even have a phone with us! What do we do now, genius?”.

Life was like that sometimes, just twenty minutes ago they were calmly hanging around with Boris and The Butcher Gang, lazily and freely visiting Venice with their best friends, and now the two mismatched friends/enemies were lost in a foreign city without a clue to what was happening or where they needed to go. Well, at least Alice didn't, because Bendy definitely looked a lot more relaxed and even a bit thrilled about their little “adventure” in Italy.

“Don't ruffle your feathers, sweetie! Joey and Henry gave us a whole day off, the meeting point is in front of that hotel of ours, tonight at 9:30 p.m.! Remember?” the dancing demon distractedly replied while signing countless autographs for his beloved fans and taking lots of photos with them, adults and children, waving and yelling happily all around him. “Relax, I got this.”.

“You got nothing at all, Bendy! Do you realize that this is not a good situation, that this is not what I usually call under control? How can you be so calm and careless? We're alone, the others are probably worried sick about us, plus The Butcher Gang is surely bullying and pushing around Boris as we speak! That poor guy is just so sensitive...” the angelic creature frowned deeply and tried to be as rational as she could, tilting her head and looking around with attention, hoping to find their lost group; unluckily, no one was in sight. “Instead of signing those stupid autographs of yours, take responsibility and help me!”.

“Listen baby girl, Boris is a tall, grown-up wolf and it's about time he starts to behave like one. The Butcher Gang is just a bunch of untalented idiots who don't respect my undisputed authority as star of the show and toons' boss, but they're not my main problem right now and I'm actually glad I left them behind.” the little demon fixed his elegant black jacket with pride and care, walking next to his severe dancing partner with crossed arms and an evidently bored expression. “But alright woman, if helping you means that I won't hear your irritating voice whining and complaining all day long, let's just do th-.”.

Alice didn't even give Bendy the time to finish the phrase: she forcefully grabbed his waist with both hands, lifted him up and abruptly threw him inside a nearby dumpster, getting his round head stuck in the metallic hole and walking away with rare dignity and grace. “There you go, my dear. My irritating voice won't bother you anymore. Bye bye, Bendy.”.

“T-that's not what I wanted! Alice, I was just kiddin'! Toots, com'on!” the short demon squirmed wildly between the smelly trash and desperately tried to break free from that disgusting prison, hearing the fallen angel's footsteps slowly fading. “No! Come back here, Angel Cake! You can't just leave me here! ALICE! SOMEBODY HEEEEEEEEEEELP!”.

Afternoon, 1:45 p.m.

“I can't believe you threw me and left me in a fuckin', filthy dumpster! It was... simply disgusting, Alice! How could you do that!?” Bendy yelled in pure rage as he removed and tossed his dirty and smelly jacket away, washing his whole body in a small fountain situated in the middle of a square, under the other cartoon's sly and very amused eyes. The demonic character could hear the kids, the teenagers and the adults laughing behind his shoulders, and that didn't please him. “This is so humiliating... Stop laughing, for Satan's sake!”.

“Well, you started it and deserved it. Next time, don't turn against someone who's twice your size.” Alice snickered evilly and joked, sitting down beside the devil and staring at her dancing partner washing his black and exposed upper half. “Look at the bright side, at least now you can show off your chest!”.

“Shut up, Alice.” came as a grumpy reply from the dripping star of the show, that jumped down the cold pool of water when he was done cleaning, his bristly dark hair covering his forehead and contorted orbs. Violently moving his body side to side, the demon shook off the freezing water, making sure that the fallen angel was near enough to be hit by those tiny, stinging drops of liquid.

“Are you happy now, Bendy?” the young and mature woman questioned with a vexed huff, trying to ignore the devil's childish payback and calmly getting up as well, meticulously fixing her dress. The sun was literally burning them both alive, and staying focused was becoming pretty hard. “If so, you can help me find the others. Or don't, that's fine by me, but you'll stay here alone.”.

“Fine, fine, I'll come with you, tiger... just slow down a bit, my legs are shorter than yours.” Bendy gave up, groaned out and rapidly followed the assertive girl without another word, sighing out deeply with crossed arms and clear resignation. “I get the <Every rose has its thorns.> shit, but sometimes this girl looks like a freakin' cactus...” he lowly whispered to himself, pouting.

“Did you say something?”.

“Not at all, beautiful!”.

Evening, 6:30 p.m.

“You want some ice-cream, Bendy? I bought some for both of us, but now we're officially out of money.” Alice's sweet voice caught Bendy's attention as the beautiful and kind girl bent over and handed him a vanilla ice cream, probably to finally satisfy their impelling hunger, thirst and desire for needed fresh air. The angel held another cone for herself, and walked in the narrow streets with her trusted partner by her side. “It's very hot outside despite it's almost night. I guessed you'd be pretty hungry too, at this point. We've walked all day...”.

“Yeah, I'm totally starving! Thanks for the snack, toots!” the little demon nodded promptly with a worn out grin, reaching for the refreshing ice-cream cone and grabbing it with both hands, his long tail whipping the boiling air in joy and relief as he licked the freezing food and ate it within a second. “Yup, I agree, it's definitely too hot out here, somehow I prefer America, you know.” he simply admitted, cracking his sore bones and licking his wet lips, literally eager to tell her the fantastic news. “But once again, your boss Bendy took care of everything, babe! Since we're both hungry as pissed lions, I have a wonderful solution for the evening! Can you see that lovely restaurant over there?”.

“... do I really have to remind you that we're broke? I'm not really into stealing food like some kind of animal, demon. Good luck, devil.” the fallen angel lifted an eyebrow with an evidently skeptical expression, staring at the beautiful place by the stunning lagoon: elegant wooden tables, refined velvet seats, candlelight, gourmet food, fancy curtains... yes, that was definitely too much for them. “Not to mention that it looks horribly expensive. Too expensive.”.

“And what if I told you that I spoke with the owner a few minutes ago?” the little devil winked with irrepressible pride, lazily leaning against a metallic pole and showing a smug face as a young waiter approached them with a friendly smile. “And that he said he would be delighted to invite and host two famous and talented stars like us in his restaurant, for free?”.

“You didn't.”.

“Oh toots, looks like I did.”.

“Bendy, are you serious right now? If Joey could see what we're doing here, he would be so mad at us!” Alice silently scolded the dancing cartoon as the kind waiter guided them inside that luxurious place, offering them the best place to sit and the extensive menus, bringing a bottle of wine along. “He always says that we must not use our popularity for our own benefits, remember?”.

“But Joey isn't here to spoil our nice evening now, is he? There's just you and me, this will be our little secret. It's not the first time I do this, and it won't be the last.” Bendy replied with a shrug and slyly cupped her hand in his bigger and gloved one, his impudent and flirty moves making the black haired angel growl out in pure frustration and roll her eyes. “Com'on Angel Cake, have some fun and smile! Stop worrying so much about everything and enjoy this meal with me, ok? The view is amazing and the place is cool enough, right?”.

“You didn't have to pick such renowned restaurant...” the girl mumbled under her breath, looking all around herself and appearing even a little uncomfortable, blushing heavily as she spotted the other women's and men's expensive dresses and suits. “We don't belong here: look at them, and then look at us.”.

“We do belong here, Alice. Don't ever think otherwise, no matter what. Besides...” the elegant demon shook his head and grinned, sitting up straight and romantically kissing the back of her smooth hand. “... for my lady, only the best of the best.”.

Night, 9:00 p.m.

“See, Angel Cake? I told you everything was gonna be just fine: here we are, safe and sound and even early, 9:00 p.m., in front of our hotel... I'm totally exhausted.” Bendy kindly mumbled with a small grin as he heavily sat down on that rough bank in front of the fancy building, nervously scratching his bristly nape while staring at the beautiful sunset with his pitch black eyes, sighing out deeply and feeling dead tired. After all that walking and wandering around that big city without a clue, his feet and back were starting to complain, but finally being allowed to rest in front of such a stunning scenario repaid their previous efforts. “But this magnificent view of the Venice lagoon surely is worth the fatigue.”.

“Now I realize that Joey and Henry weren't lying about Italy and its amazing landscape. Can you imagine anything more breathtaking and beautiful than this?” Alice gasped in pure emotion and admiration, sitting up straight and shutting her sparkling orbs as the reddish and pinkish rays of sunlight caressed her face and warmed her sore limbs, and a gentle breeze moved her long and dark hair. All around the mismatched and awkward duo, dozens of young and old couples mimicked their romantic idea, just lying together and watching the multicolored sky slowly turning bluish, one the majestic spectacles of Mother Nature, hand in hand, head lazily resting on the partner's comfortable shoulder.

“Yes.” the little demon replied to the girl's question without a single doubt, forgetting about the twilight for a moment and staring directly at the elegant angel, as three little, black and inky hearts were gently floating in the air. “I can.”. Realizing what he just did and meeting her confused and surprised gaze a second after, the short demon rapidly turned his head once more and stuttered out a few incoherent phrases: “I-I mean, umh... I'll admit that you're not so boring, Angel Face. All in all, it was a pretty nice afternoon, in my opinion.”.

“Well, except the part when we got completely lost, when you threw me into a canal with a shove and when I tried to drown you under that little bridge, I agree. It was a nice afternoon.” the fallen cartoon recalled with an amused smile and merrily giggled, crossing her pale arms after ruffling his tiny friend's messy hair with slight affection and care, hearing him groaning. “You won, dancing devil: you're not so intolerable or unprepared. I had fun with you today, and I'm sincere this time. We should hang out more often, you know.”.

“You mean t-the two of us, together?”.

“Who else? Of course, I'd happily hang out with Boris too because he's a dear friend of mine as well, but do you really think I'd do that with The Butcher Gang? Nah. Absolutely not, to be honest I'd rather spend a whole day working on a desk, organizing the next performance with Joey and Henry, than keeping an eye on that trio.” Alice explained with great patience and a small shrug, rolling her bigger eyes as she thought about Charley, Edgar and Barley. Those fuckers, those disgusting criminals... “Anyway, I'm glad I got lost with you today, Bendy. Thanks for this... umh... let's call it a date, I guess.” she concluded with a sweet laugh and then got back to staring at the burning sun disappearing and the silvery moon rising, lying a little against her talented partner and feeling the demon uncertainly doing the same, gulping loudly and blushing. “Whatever it was, I liked it a lot: you have my heartfelt thanks.”.

“Anytime, toots.” Bendy grinned and felt his long and pointy tail involuntarily wagging in pure joy, behind them the flexible appendage formed a giant heart with its narrow extremity. “Anytime.”.

#bendy x alice #fanfiction #the demon and the angel #fluff #comedy #benlice #belice #bendy and the ink machine #batim #one shot

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writingsofmyimagination · 7 years

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Scorpio |12|

Summary: How will The Joker deal with a woman with a mind as deadly and criminal as his own?

Jared Leto Joker x Reader

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I wrote this about this series about a year and a half ago. I have slightly updated and edited as I intend to do with all the other parts

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It was now early evening the night before ‘the job’

The day has been ridiculously hectic; constant flurries of men in and out gearing up. You couldn’t think of ten minutes going by where J hadn’t scolded someone or flew into a blind rage about something meticulous.

At least he hasn’t killed anyone

There is still time. There was a constant buzzing around the place of excitement; criminals will be criminals. Adrenaline breeding more adrenaline. Dylan had stayed the night in one of the guest rooms with Ted, It was actually pretty great having both your favourite guys around; with that said Ted had taken a strong liking to Frost. On the complete other side of the spectrum you could tell J wasn’t too happy with Ted’s presence and he made no attempt at hiding the fact either. You were also not his favourite person as he is not allowed in the bedroom, he always slept at your feet. Dylan was quite tense after J had informed him of the threat and the risks; as a result he didn’t want you out of his sight. You hated it. You were smothered, by both of them.

Apparently you were going to his club for the evening; with a threat above your head you wasn’t quite so keen to be out longer than necessary. J assured you he’d made arrangements for extra security and is satisfied with what’s in place. He was irritatingly adamant that he must go and show face.

So here you were, stood looking in the mirror in J’s bathroom; hair down,messy fringe. You was not feeling this at all and wanted to dress down and wear more casual clothes but when you’re with The Joker that is not an option. He wants to show you off to everyone, at what he’s got but at the same time he wants no eyes on you, only his. In the end you go for a bright blood red lipstick and a gentle flick of black eyeliner which draws out the opal of your eyes. Once again you had the task of covering bruises with copious amounts of concealer, you fast becoming a pro at it. J had chosen a silk lilac dress which fell soft on you skin, more of a sexy night material than a going out in public one. The bottom of the dress was diagonally cut and the longest side finished just below the knee. Finally onto the shoes. They were stunning!; they should be seeing as they were Dior. They were elegant black toe pumps with heels. The heel itself is adorned with faceted studs creating a subtle shimmer; its fine trio of feminine straps accentuate the instep. At the front in the middle of each strap was a delicate metal star finished with rhinestones. While doing up the small zip fastening you caught J gawking in the reflection of the mirror.

“Anything you like? you asked purposely slowly brushing up your soft legs with delicate fingertips and smirking.

“All too much princess, you look beautiful” He smiled a genuine smile, if you’ve ever seen one from him.

“Although there is something I would like to add” He pulled out a box and opened it and picked up its contents and dangled it in front of him behind which he had that mischievous grin on his face.

“Curious?”

“Always” you walked over to him and grabbed it. It was silicone, purple and was the shape of a slightly elongated egg with at one end a malleable length of tail. You got the gist of what it was, not that you’ve ever used one.

Looks like tonight might not be so bad after all

“Want me to show you?”

“I think I’ll manage myself” Smirking and heading to the bathroom. With the door closed you slipped down the lacy hot pants. After making the egg wet you slowly pushed it inside. Straight away it pushed on your walls making you inhale sharply. You took a moment, adjusting. You flexed the tail so the tip rested lightly on you clit. You fully redressed, keeping your underwear on for once. Every move you made consequently you felt down inside. J was at the edge of the bed smirking as you tried to keep face

“After you” he motioned to the door, as you passed him you stopped dead. Arching yourself slightly forward, letting out a large breath as strong pulses vibrated through you clit and inside you. You straightened back up when the waves passed. His red shirt exposing half his chest which was tucked neatly into his trousers; his heavy gold rings on his fingers which were curled round a little purple rectangular device.

“Daddy is going to have fun with this” he smirked almost cruelly and continued

“Let’s get going doll” The nervous laugh that escaped you, in turmoil whether tonight was going to be fun or own right torture.

When you arrived at the club the extra security presence was immediately apparent. There were more doormen and they were checking bags, there were metal detectors and ID card scans. Consequently the queue was larger than normal and consisted of cold and fidgety people. You on the other hand were ushered quickly through the back door; as soon as we were inside the security backed off and you had your own space back and could breathe.

The familiar buzz of the club eased the anxiousness away somewhat. The club was busier than usual; all the booths were occupied, the dance floor was packed out, bar men were frantically trying to keep on top of the queue. People turned to look at The Joker and You but they will not look for long before continuing with their group and gawking at the dancer podiums.

As you sat down in his private booth the egg shifted upwards slightly, causing you to clench your fists in an effort to diffuse the sensations, to control your breathing and pleasure from being too obvious. J was in your peripheral vision smirking as you discreetly shuffled in you seat and ordered an apple martini. When the drinks arrived you wasn’t consciously aware of how quickly you drank it down. Obviously he did as you caught him smirking again; it was getting slightly irritating how much he was enjoying this while you was trying not to show you arousal which was growing ever stronger with every movement you made.

“Dance for me baby-doll” He commanded with a devilish smile.

“What? Here? With this thing?” You have never been one for public displays nor do you enjoy bringing attention to yourself. He did not reply, he just glared at you; he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and with those eyes part of you didn’t want to refuse.

Like a switch in my body, You consciously switched off all inhibitions and went into confidence overdrive. It certainly was helped along by how turned on you were. You focused only on him, drowning out the background noise and spectators.

“Does daddy want a show” you whispered in his ear while leaning over ensuring he had a nice clear view down your dress. You pulled under his chin bringing his lips to yours and teased them softly making him press harder. You pulled away with his lips chasing. You leaned in and gently bit his bottom lip.

“He does indeed” he purred.

You started to tease him getting up slowly and ran your hands like a delicate feather over his crotch. You stood in front of him and let the music take over, your body swaying in sync in a seductive trance. Blocking out further thoughts of you being in a public place you slid both your hands down your sides to the bottom of your dress and teased it up slightly before turning away from him and teasing it up further just to show him the lower mounds of your ass. You knocked your head back when you cupped and grabbed it. Knowing he’d be riddled with jealously. The shockwaves of the damn toy shattered through you in three strong slow pulses. It made you almost lose balance as it pulsed against your walls. Your exasperated breaths were not heard, drowning to nothing against the background noise of the club.

How good it would be to be across his knee...

You could half see him shifting in his seat; his eyes fiercely fixated on you, not even blinking.

Composure Y/N

Your hands made there way up your legs so tentative and slow, swaying around to fully face him. You stalked closer to him, abrupt in your turn to sit in his lap. When your hips began to gyrate he absorbed a heavy breath which you only saw as encouragement. You swept your hair over your shoulder, freeing a pleasant aroma of coconut. You went to slowly unzip your dress when he suddenly grabbed you wrist tight stopping you.

“No one else gets to see anymore of you, that’s mine” he snarled.

“Come with me now” He jolted up; your wrist still in his grasp. As soon as the beaded curtain of his booth was disturbed Frost turned to J.

“We’ll be in the interrogation room” his words were rushed and impatient. He lightly pulled you in his desired direction, as you passed Frost with J’s hand in your he smiled.

This is awkward

Your smirk in reply spoke only of embarrassment and awkwardness.

A section of the wall on the ground floor was a mirror; much like that you would find in a ballet studio. As you was allowing yourself to be dragged round the back of the club you could just make out a door to the left of the end of the mirror section. You could sense people looking curiously over at you; no sooner you could worry about that before you was thrust through this concealed door which was swiftly locked behind you with a loud CLICK

In the dim light you could barely make out a semi circle; a black seated booth with a small table in the middle at the far end of the room, to the right of you were two single leather chairs. You shuffled out of his way and leant up against the one way mirror while he moved one of the chairs to the centre of the room. He spoke no words, the music from the room next door was now a low throb in the room.

He came closer and purred; the one sound that made you disregard any rationality and sense. You snapped, control gone. You grabbed his shirt where it was open and pulled him into you. He followed his weight slamming into you pushing you hard against the wall. Breathes heavy with moans escaped your lips as he lifted your arms above your head. Arms pinned tight he kissed hard and thrust his hips into you. Your chest was heaving chasing the breaths you lost in desperate gasps. Your underwear was soaked.

“My, my kitten you do want daddy bad don’t you? We’ll definitely be using this again” His hand wandered into your underwear and tugged the toy out of you; you wailed into his kisses and bit down on his bottom lip, emptiness seeping in rapidly. Leaving you empty and chasing his departing lips with a pout he went and sat down on the chair he’d moved earlier.

“Now where were we?” he said catching his breath; raising his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth.

You threw him an sulky glare which quickly diffused into a coy smile. You felt much more at ease with less eyes gawking at you. You shuffled to resume your last position, his hand lightly wrapping around the back of your neck before unzipping the dress and delicately brushing the straps of your shoulders. He tapped at the side of your thigh UP!

You got to your feet allowing the dress to slide off and drop to pool on the floor. He purred as your body was now a free display for his eyes only. Your want...need for him rushed through you like a nicotine craving as your ass sat back on his lap. You felt his bulge, eager for more space and you ground into his groin coaxing the tightness to continue. he cupped both his hands on your breasts and squeezed. A growl escaped him; it wasn’t a happy one. He slid his hands down your sides and dug his fingers into your hips hard, pressing down to hinder your movement

“I’m going to have to fuck you instead”

“Instead of what exactly? Just teasing me?” you turned your neck slightly to see his face delivering your word dripping with sass.

“Well daddy did have other plans yes, but I can’t seem to control myself because of your teasing, I said I wanted a show and now I want to fuck you” Stern annoyed words.

“I see” You replied trying not to let the sudden raging urge to slap him reach action point. You stood, turned and leaned forward and without saying a word ran your hands down pale soft chest of his scratching as your fingertips glided over his skin. His head rolled to the side and purred. You leaned into his neck and kissed softly before biting hard; he gasped before your eyes met. His eyes were like the devil, blazing with rage

“Just fuck me...” you whispered.

“Daddy” you added after a brief pause. That was it. He grabbed one of your hands pulling you up and twisted you round. It was aggressive enough to leave your wrist feeling bruised. Your heart was racing, frantic; you could feel it hammering into your chest. He shifted and stood behind you a moment, the skin of his exposed chest felt cool and smooth on your bare back. He dropped down yanking your underwear the same way. He stood and swung you around again by your already compromised wrist. A delicate hand stroked your cheek before placing his hand over your mouth to align his smile tattoo. You grinned, rolled your eyes before pushing him back onto the chair. You got to your knees in between his legs and undone his belt and trousers in a rush reeking of desperation. He was enjoying how bad you wanted him and was just about to let you put him in your mouth

“Ah ah” he waved his index finger side to side

“I want to feel you on the inside” he motioned with his hands to turn and swivel.

So much turning you internally complained.

You obeyed, which had you was facing the unbeknownst dance floor and gently lowered Yourself down. He grabbed your hair, yanking you down onto his cock. He grunted, you cried.

“You feel so good ” He whispered in you ear, trying to suppress a growl.

“Mmmhmmm” you breathed as you started gyrating your hips making sure he hit every point your walls craved; his fingers were dug into your side controlling your speed while the other was constantly caressing the front of your body, constantly teetering to your neck knowing it's a weak spot. He softly moved one of your hands and guided it down to your throbbing bundle of nerves;

What?

You were hesitant to think twice as he started guiding your hand in small circles. He let go of your hand as you continued with his permission. He sporadically tugged at your hair gently which caused you both to moan. You could hear his breathing in your ear; the hot breath rolling off the shell of the your ear in firm waves.

“Don’t stop princess” he stuttered. With those deadly words your strength dissipated and you collapsed harder onto his length; his head thrown back, mouth agape with the shine of his silver teeth. The heat was extinguished as his cell phone started ringing in his pocket. You had no intentions of stopping until he grabbed your hand and stopped all movements. The dramatic whine you panted was no exaggeration to your true feelings. He leaned to the side and rummaged in his pocket

“Sorry doll” he panted exasperated, treating your neck to a soft kiss.

“This better be important!” He snarled. You heard broken muffles of what Frost was saying; you could only ascertain that something to do with chemicals had gone wrong.

Well whoever fucked up will be lucky to survive the night

The Joker, someone not known for his calmness certainly seemed just that. You hoped he wasn’t mad at Frost and that the interruption was needed. He gently nudged you to get up. With the heat diffusing from the atmosphere it quickly became drafty and cool very quickly. You redressed, there was something so disappointing about the zip on your dress being up.

“Sorry kitten, we’ll have to finish this later”

With a soft gentle kiss on the forehead he was gone.

#the joker #joker #the joker fanfiction #jared leto joker #jared leto joker fanfiction #jared leto joker imagin #imagine #joker imagine #joker smut #smut #DC comics #Suicide Squad

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Farmer's Dream

This story contains elements of bdsm, forced sex and nappy wearing.

PART 1

Lucy and I had been best friends for years, since primary school. We did everything together, clubbing, gym, and eventually living together. We were just finishing our first year at uni and decided to take a bit of a break. We wanted to go back packing around Europe but couldn't get the funds together so we decided to stay in England. We had both done Duke of Edinburgh in our time at college so we decided to retrieve our camping equipment and go camping for a week or so. It was a lovely hot summer, perfect weather for hiking and camping so we decided to take full advantage. And we hoped that maybe a few lads our age might have been out camping who we could hook up with. We were both 20, I was a brunette, 6ft 1" tall, medium build with lovely boobs, though my ass was a little big. Lucy on the other hand was blond, a bit plumper than me but still very pretty, a few inches shorter but with bigger breasts. We were the life and soul of any party always drawing the attention of any male attention in the vicinity. The camping trip was also to be a distraction for us both as in the last few weeks both of us had had personal problems, Lucy's boyfriend dumping her and my grandparents passing away.

So, Wednesday afternoon arrived and I drove us to the camping park, we had decided to explore the Peaks. The campsite was pretty big and had all the amenities we could think off, shop, showers, toilets, pub, and stunning views. We decided to take the quiet life and stayed in the Orchid fields, it had no electricity but was right next to the showers and toilets so were happy enough. We set up our tent, a nice spacious girly pink 3 man tent and got a fire going to keep us warm. Lucy went off to the pub and got us a bottle of wine and some snacks so we spent our first night half drunk discussing everything and anything. The next morning we woke up slightly hungover, but after a nice refreshing shower and a bacon sandwich we felt much better. We decided to spend our first day on camp. research a few trials to do and use the on site facilities. There was an outdoor swimming pool and some spa facilities so we made full use. We drew the attention of a few of the men there as we paraded round in our skimpy bikinis. See, the place was more a family type area so I think the fathers were glad of a sight to see. Afternoon came and we sat outside the pub area soaking up the rays planning our routes for the next few days. We weren't going to venture too far from camp, just explore the countryside, maybe a spot of skinny dipping somewhere and hiking. The rest of the evening was boring, we just round the fire and talked more.

Early Friday morning, we rose to make the most of the day. We packed our day sacks with a few warm clothes in case it got cold, rations, a few emergency supplies and a phone in case we got lost. We both dressed lightly, in khaki shorts and t-shirts and hiking boots. We double checked each other, our camel-backs were full and we had a few sweets for the journey. I took control of the navigation and we set off. It was a hot summers day, we walked a good 5 or 6 miles across the beautiful countryside, across the hills and through the valleys. We stopped off halfway through the day just off a trail and had a bite to eat and decided to head back. Once back at camp, we cleaned ourselves off, showered, repacked our bags for tomorrow and chilled out. We then decided to engage in our little game. We headed back inside the tent and Lucy took out our usual sleeping attire, nappies. See, I had worn nappies till I was about 14 due to incontinence and Lucy had always known. I had 2 years out of them daytime wise but still wore them for bed. Well one night a few years back we were both drunk and Lucy decided to try one on. We had an amazing night, engaging in out first lesbian experience and ever since we have always tried to maximise nappy wearing time. We both wear tena slip maxi, mostly to bed at night but we have been known to engage in daytime wearing. Lucy nappied me first, sprinkling loads of powder on my pussy giving it a quick rub then taping the nappy firmly up. I proceeded to do the same to Lucy and we decided to not bother with shorts just our nappys and t-shirts. We sat outside the tent and again we planned our route for the following day. As the cam site was quiet we frolicked about in our nappys, taking the risk quite a few times of fellow campers seeing us but it didn't bother us, we would never see them again. As darkness fell we retired to our sleeping bags and slept through the night. We rose early 7 o'clock time and my nappy was soaked. I clambered out of my sleeping bag and saw Lucy's nappy, again soaking wet.

"Wow. Lucky we had them nappys on as usual. Shall we go hiking with them on today?'" Lucy asked, with a rye smile on her face.

"Hmm. Go on then, least it will make toilet breaks easier." I replied grabbing a load of nappys out of the bag and we changed ourselves. Both of us making sure we double nappied ourselves and sprinkled loads of baby powder on our pussys and bums. I put my shorts on, barely covering my nappied backside and put my top on, unfortunately the nappys stuck out of the shorts by about an inch or 2 obvious for anyone to see. It was the same story with Lucy and we had a good giggle about it. We packed a few baby supplies into our bags, took breakfast and set off again.

Lucy took navigational control this time and we veered off from the usual track and went cross country. We trekked for a good 3 or 4 hours before deciding to consult the map and stop for a drink. Disaster struck, we looked at the map and had no idea where we were. We checked for features to correspond to, contours, everything. We even went another mile or so to higher ground but it was no use. We looked round and it was all hills and open ground. We double checked the map again and again but it was no use. The only thing we could see about another mile ahead of us was a field with cows in it. We guessed there would be a farm nearby so headed towards the fields in hope a farmer could help us. By this time my nappy was absolutely drenched, at the point of flooding similar to Lucys. We stopped for a change break, Lucy changing me first then me changing her. The cool breeze across my naked pussy felt so good and we both spent 5Min's or so fully naked, letting our wet crotch's dry out naturally then we re-nappied each other. The walk towards the field was quite tiring, across some boggy land and the weather ahead looked like it was getting grey. We reached the edge of the field and luckily for us we could see a cottage with a few barns round it. Rather than risk crossing the field we walked round the outside and take the long way round. Now the weather had turned grim and a light shower was covering us. We were both getting very wet, and the quicker we got to the cottage the better. Another 20 minutes of walking and we had made it to the cottage. It was really old, with a thatched roof, and looked a bit run down. Luckily for us there was a range rover outside so we approached and knocked on the door. The door opened and it was a middle aged man who answered, not the farming type as you could imagine. We explained our predicament to him,

"Hello. We have been camping down at the camp site but we have got lost and the weather has taken a turn for the worse. Could you help guide us back?" I asked him politely, his eyes firmly drawn to my breasts.

"Hmmm. Well actually I can't. See I'm just minding the farm as my Dad was the farmer but he died recently so I'm just clearing the place up for him. Plus my Range Rover has a flat and I can't replace it till later. But if you want I would happily let you camp in the field for the night then help you get back tomorrow?" He replied courteously. We discussed the idea and really did't fancy hiking bike in the rain so we took him up on his offer. He set about erecting a tent for us in the field then offered to cook us dinner and show us round.

"See I would let you stay in the cottage but as you can see most of the rooms have a hole in the roof so you will probably get wet! The sooner I sell this place the better." He explained showing us round. The cottage was quite nice, 4 large bedrooms all well presented, a bathroom, kitchen and living room. We sat down at the wooden table in the kitchen whilst Ryan, the guy in the cottage cooked us dinner. It was a huge pot of stew, accompanied with a glass of wine. We both sat and chatted to him for a few hours were we found out he was from the same city as us and went to the same school as us. He was 25 and quite good looking, well built and a real Gentleman. The major issue for Lucy and I was our nappys. Again we were both drenched and our bags were out in the tent so we could't go to the toilet and change. I feared a leak was inevitable, so we made our excuses and headed off to the tent.

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