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sleepingdeath-bboys · 1 year

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girls on film ; 18+

pairing ; ariel conroy x female!reader

word count ; 1203

warnings ; non consensual voyeurism, porn without plot, mutual masturbation, implied stalker!ariel, dead dove don’t read

read also on ; ao3 | wattpad

It wasn't particularly rare for Ariel to find himself in this position; awake at an ungodly hour of the evening, hunched over a laptop screen whose artificial light was the only thing illuminating the dark and mostly empty makeshift office he'd claimed during their most recent heist. Every surface, every cushion and table, was thoroughly covered in a plastic coating that was easily to clean — as was his preference — and even his hands were wrapped in sanitised latex gloves as he typed away on the keyboard.

After several years of being the head of Deus Ex, he'd begun to find the work rather repetitive and drab. Of course he'd never voice such concerns to anyone (not that he had anyone to vent to anymore regardless), for he had a reputation and image to upkeep as their leader — and it wasn't as if he was planning on retiring or slowing down. No, he had every intention of continuing on as usual.

Rather he just really needed a break, a distraction, so he opened up another window and began searching for unprotected webcams. He didn't usually find anything particularly valuable there, but the occasional dopey pet or domestic squabble was interesting enough to keep him entertained for however long he needed it to (and Jamie had already retired to bed hours ago, so that revenue of entertainment had been sadly shut off for the day).

However his near-endless scrolling was cut short when he stumbled across a particularly interesting feed, one that had him leaning forward to get a better look: a young woman laying alone in her bed, with the webcam (seemingly from a laptop she’d forgotten to close) facing her side — and it was painfully obvious from her movements what she was doing. She was absolutely stunning, completely Ariel’s type, and uncaring for the vulnerable moment he’d interrupted, he made quick work of hacking into her device and forcing the microphone on.

If she didn’t want anyone to see her, to hear her, to join her, Ariel reasoned as he reached down to unbutton his jeans, then she’d have shut it off already. She was practically inviting an audience with such a set up — an audience that he was more than willing to be a part of.

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The last week had been a complete nightmare of endless work that only seemed to grow and grow the more of it you did — a sisyphus-esque task that was both utterly pointless and completely exhausting. You barely had a spare moment to breathe, let alone relax, so now that you finally had an evening to yourself you decided to take full advantage of that alone time by performing some much needed self care.

So now you found yourself in the comfortable dimness of your bedroom, one hand sliding between your legs to tease yourself through your panties whilst the other groped at your bare breasts (having ridden your top up and over them minutes before). It was so slow and sensual, with gentle touches and intentional movements as you kept the image of that certain someone at the front of your mind.

It wasn’t your hand groping your chest; it was theirs. Their fingers were spreading your lower lips and toying with your clit; their hands and mouth were exploring your body and adoring you so completely in your mind’s eye that it almost felt real.

And in that same vein, your admirer was imagining himself with you: long, dextrous fingers sliding in and out of that dripping cunt; his mouth on your chest, sucking and biting you as you keened and arched into him, whining at his roughness; his thumb circling your clit and overstimulating you through repetition and denial until you sobbed for mercy; his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing it tighter and tighter until you relented. Not letting you take what you needed until you gave him what he wanted: obedience, ownership, politeness.

Good behaviour; good girl. His good girl.

Oh how he’d toy with you for hours, making you scream his name until the syllables were practically tattooed onto your tongue and him (his body, his touch) were burned into your brain. Until you couldn’t even think of anyone but him; until you were completely and utterly his.

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Ariel tugged the glove off and discarded it to one side, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and starting to pump along the length from root to tip. His motions were smooth and certain, teasing his throbbing sex upwards and working with the curve it had — paying particular mind to the sensitive vein on his underside — enough to send waves of sharp pleasure coursing hotly through his blood like liquor.

Widened brown eyes were trained on your body, trailing over your partially obscured form several times over — as if committing it to memory (as if he wasn't actively recording it on his screen) — and he made sure to match his pace to yours. The flicking of your wrist on camera dictated the speed at which he pumped his heavy dick, and each moan and groan and sigh you let out had him bucking up into his fist and letting out his own string of moans and groans — which he muffled by biting down on his other hand.

The last thing he wanted (needed, even) was to catch the attention of his colleagues and have them interrupt this private moment. No; this moment, you, were his to see — to own — even if you didn't quite realise it yet.

As more time passed he found himself rutting up into his fist with every stroke, pre-cum spilling from the head with each thrust, which he massaged away with his thumb before sliding back down to the thick root once again. A mouthwatering routine that matched the severity of your movements and was pushed to a stuttering crescendo when you let out a particularly pornographic moan that rattled through his speakers and settled in his core (and sent another wave of pure ecstasy through his body).

Then he finally came, spilling his cum onto his fist and trousers as he continued to lazily jerk himself through his climax. His head was thrown back and his mouth parted wide in a silent scream as your name and likeness seeped into his very being — infecting his mind and nestling in his bones. Your own cries of pleasure rang out and into his ears and, in the darkness of his office, he almost felt as if you were there beside him.

As if he was buried to the hilt in your dripping wet cunt and you were making those beautifully erotic sounds for (and because of) him; that you were clinging to him and calling out for him to take you again and again. Perhaps you’d like that — no, he knew you would.

And with that thought in mind, as he took a moment to catch his breath, Ariel Conroy found himself smirking at the live camera feed and making a mental note of what information about you he could see. You would be his girl soon, of that much he was certain.

In fact, you already were; he just needed to go and get you.

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fancyschmancyopinions · 9 months

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HALLE BAILEY and DOVE CAMERON at the 2023 Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards on March 3rd 2022 wearing LAPOINTE and JEAN PAUL GAULTIER

Halle and Dove both wore pants to the Kids Choice Awards, and I believe both managed to avoid getting slimed.

I really loved the color of Halle’s look, the peach color looked amazing on her. I liked the mixture of fabrics, but think the pants needed to be tailored.

Dove went for her usual all black outfit. She looked very chic. It was a simple look but she did look great.

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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Female Singers & Band Members I'll Write For

~ Maria Brink (In This Moment)

~ Taylor Momsen (The Pretty Reckless)

~ Emily Armstrong (Dead Sara)

~ Brody Dalle (The Distillers)

~ Alissa White-Gluz (Arch Enemy)

~ Korey Cooper (Skillet)

~ Jen Ledger (Skillet)

~ Debbie Harry (Blondie)

~ Amy Lee (Evanescence)

~ Annie Lennox (Eurythmic)

~ Hayley Williams (Paramore)

~ Lzzy Hale (Halestorm)

~ Jenna McDougall (Tonight Alive)

~ Ariel Bloomer (Iron For Hire)

~ Dolores O'Riordan (The Cranberries)

~ Billie Eilish

~ Bebe Rexha

~ Dove Cameron

~ Halsey

~ Alecia Moore (Pink)

A/N: More will be added soon!!!

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heliads · 1 year

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whilst requests are open I have an idea to put forth after years of us discussing this man. Harry Hook x reader based on 'the way I loved you' by taylor swift. Childhood friends to lovers, to strangers to lovers again mayhaps? idk babes. Love you though, I hope your requests don't get out of hand again so you can stay stress-free!

eva i love you for sending this in, please let me talk about harry hook. he's insane and i cannot get enough of him

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You are lying on your bed in a dorm room in Auradon Prep, and if you close your eyes, you can almost convince yourself that you’re somewhere else entirely. Your roommate hung a lantern in the window, and with the glass pane cracked halfway, the light sways back and forth on the ceiling, painting shifting golden silhouettes on the perfectly painted ceiling. If you let the present world fade into the corners of your consciousness, you can pretend there are flaws in the endless pristine magnificence. You could even pretend that you aren’t on the continent at all.

No daughter of a princess should ever be anywhere but in Auradon. That’s the way it should have been, but you ran the second you got the chance and ended up amongst criminals and sons of thieves instead of with other prettily polished girls. Is it a terrible thing to admit that you miss it more than anything?

You shouldn’t, that’s the worst part. You left them willingly. As time passes, though, you’re starting to think that what you thought was one great fight with the so-called lowlifes of this world might have been the greatest time of your life. It’s like fording a raging river; while you’re in the thick of the waves, you think you might drown, but when you’re safe on the dry shore again, all you can think of is the coolness of the water, how the flood had sparkled like a thousand sapphires.

You shut your eyes and then you’re back again, just a kid, happier than you’ve ever been and twice as free. It had been easy to leave, actually, easier than it should have been. In your family, there were enough siblings and cousins and relatives that just one girl could go unnoticed. It’s not that Ariel intentionally tried to blur all of her daughters together in her memory, but it couldn’t be helped. She was one of seven daughters, and you were one of many as well. It wasn’t her fault, no, but it was your excuse anyway.

It turns out that nobody bats their eyes at a mermaid’s daughter when she’s running headlong towards the surf. You dove into the waves and came up to shore miles away. Your mother was terrified of losing any one of her children to the endless sea just as her father lost her to land, so none of you were allowed to stray that close to the beach. Of course you would see how far you could go the second you were unsupervised. Of course you would push the limits just to learn where you would break.

You ended up scaring the daylights out of a boy in a small sailing craft not far from the limits of the Isle of the Lost. You hadn’t meant to go that far, but you were giddy with the feeling of doing something wrong and he was trying to escape as well. He’d offered for you to hitch a ride with him so long as the wind was good. You thought that suited you well enough, so you took the hand he gave you and listened when he introduced himself as Harry Hook.

He said his name the same way you did, emphasis on the first name and not the last. It’s the exact opposite way any child of a prince or princess does, and you think that might have been why you liked him from the start. The sun shone overhead, and you talked to him about running away and taking to the sea and all the things you wanted to do if you just had time.

Neither of you wanted to leave, not really, but of course all good things have to come to an end at some point. You watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky with all the dread of a doomed man going to the gallows. You must have looked seriously unhappy, because you remember Harry laughing and saying that you could meet him tomorrow, if you wanted. You wanted that more than anything, as it turned out, so you eagerly agreed.

Harry took you as far as he could towards Auradon again, and watched as you dove into the water. You can still remember how he’d watched you go, the way his eyes had tracked the water as if he could look at you forever, even after you disappeared from view. He stayed there for a long time before finally forcing his ship to turn around again. You’d know; you stayed there on the ocean floor watching him back until he was gone.

The next day, you slipped away to meet him again, and the next day, and the next. When you were caught trying to go out to the sea sometime in the second month, you fought until you could find a suitable excuse. Your mother was perfectly fine to let you go to some private school by the coast, it would mean one less child to keep track of. The papers were signed and agreements made before you could so much as blink.

You, of course, never went to that school. Instead, you showed up on Harry’s ship just like usual and told him that you wouldn’t be going back. Harry had been talking about a friend of his, Uma, and how she was forming a crew of her own larger pirate ship. You wanted in, and he couldn’t be more delighted to take you home.

You think you replayed the memory of him introducing you to Uma about a thousand times over in your head, and you’ll do it again tonight. The slats of the dock had been slippery under your feet, but you knew that so long as he was by your side, you would never once fall. Uma had looked at you questioningly, blue-green hair cascading down her shoulders, but Harry had hardly been able to tear his eyes away from you.

“This is Y/N,” he’d said, “she’s my friend.” He’d imbued the word with all the hope and grief and joy you could ever possibly attach to such an idea. Harry smiled as he said it, took your hand, let his eyes open comically wide so you’d know he was just joking when he mentioned that he’d jump overboard if Uma didn’t take you on.

Luckily for him, Uma had no problems with you. She saw something in you, the same sort of restless troublemaking spirit the rest of them had in spades. Before you knew it, you were quite literally learning the ropes of how to help out on Uma’s ship.

From there on out, everything was perfect. You watched the sun rise and set from the deck of a ship you could call home. When the weather was good, you spent all night and day out in the grasp of the world, and when the storms raged on, you hid belowdecks with the best friends you’d ever had. They wanted you, not your mother in a younger form, but you. Just you. It was wonderful.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you would end up falling in love with Harry. You were hurtling towards that fate as fast as you could, running and sprinting towards the inevitability of it all. No one compared. No one had half as much influence over you as him. And, when he finally managed to tell you how he felt, you thought you might be able to take over the entire world with the sheer force thrumming through your veins.

Perhaps you should have taken that as a warning. The universe doesn’t care much for happy endings, you’ve learned, even for its fairytale heroes. Princesses grow old and fade into obscurity. Princes forget how to save the day. Villains live out their days with fantastic dreams that will never be achieved. You learn how to deal with adequacy, and pretend that it is enough for you.

You loved Harry because he was wild, your untamed, brilliant boy, but then you hated him for it, too. Just once, you wanted to walk into a room and know what he was going to say before he said it. Every word from his mouth was a dagger in your chest. Some days, he was a hopeless romantic, others, he was mad and uncontrollable. He never hurt you, but at least the pain of a blow would be something you could depend on and understand.

Your mother tried to find you about a year or two after you took to the sea, and you used that as your excuse to break up with him. Harry found out you would be returning to Auradon at the exact same time as the rest of the crew. You think he might hate you for it still. You think he would have reason to hate you for a lot, actually, most importantly that you were never quite enough to match him.

So you slipped away from the ship with the worst kind of goodbye, one that you did not mean, and you never looked back. You greeted your mother and agreed when she said that it was time you took up your studies at Auradon Prep. You joined the endless number of would-be princesses and princes and pretended that it was all you had ever needed in life. If you woke up sometimes with the sound of waves crashing in your ears, or felt the steady rock of a ship beneath your feet as you dreamt, you ignored it. Such illusions only belong to the past, and they will never be yours again.

You still have a jacket of his in the corner of your room; you brought it all the way over here, anywhere you go. You never had the heart to give it back. You don’t know that you could if you tried. It still smells like saltwater and laughter and sun-bleached him, and you have absolutely no idea what you will do when that familiar scent fades.

Still, you weren’t able to completely erase his influence on you. Children of villains arrived at Auradon Prep, and instead of running away from them, you befriended them as quickly as you could. Mal thinks like you do, her and the rest. You laugh like them– not quite as polite as you should be, but loud and beautiful and real. You hang out with them all the time and, when they talk about how much they wish they were back on the Isle of the Lost, you lie to yourself that you do not agree.

You never told them the full scope of your exploits, but they know part of it, enough that one day Mal knocks at your door and tells you that she needs your help on a pirate ship. She needs to get something from the Isle of the Lost, a mysterious ingredient for a spell, but they have to keep it a secret so they can’t use the bridge. The next best option, then, is to sail. It’s not a far destination, so it would work.

A thousand memories of sun and surf flash through your head, and you find yourself agreeing before Mal can so much as finish trying to convince you to go along with her plan.

Mal blinks in surprise. “Really? You’re sure? I thought you would have mixed feelings about that time in your life.”

You breathe out slowly, trying to calm yourself. “Certain things scare me more than others.” Certain people, that is.

Mal winces as she leads you out of your dorm and back into the hallway. “Actually, we might have a problem with that.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

Mal casts you a nervous glance. “Before I continue, remember that you already agreed. I’m not letting you leave now.”

You laugh. “I’m starting to get worried. No, Mal, I’m not backing out. Just tell me already.”

Mal holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Never doubted you for a second. It’s just, well, we don’t have a ship at our disposal, obviously, so we’re borrowing one from Uma.”

You shrug. “I have no problem with that. Uma’s great.”

“Yeah,” Mal says, drawing out her syllables in an attempt to buy herself time, “but she insisted on having a skeleton crew present. You know, to make sure we wouldn’t run aground or something like that. That includes her first mate.”

Your head snaps up. “Harry’s going to be there?”

You can feel Mal’s gaze on you, but you refuse to look at her. Instead, you’re scanning the hallway, every door you pass, sure that he’s going to be waiting for you, leaning casually against a wall or peering out of a window or somewhere you could find if you just looked hard enough.

“He is,” Mal confirms, “is that going to be an issue?”

Yes. “No, I’ll be fine.”

You can’t really tell if Mal believes you or not, but then you’re rounding the corner and the rest of the VKs are in front of you, and the conversation must be dropped as Mal explains her plan. You’re going to join the four of them and Uma’s guys in piloting the ship over to the Isle of the Lost, where you’ll search for a talisman hidden somewhere on the island. Once the talisman is secured, you’ll head back. Easy as that.

Mal leads your group to a boathouse on the southern part of the shore. You take up a position in a corner of the room, hidden by the shadows. You suppose that’s why the pirates don’t see you immediately when they come in a matter of minutes later. You suppose you chose that place on purpose so you could get a good look at Harry without him seeing you.

He looks just the same. You don’t know why you thought he would change, that he would have to look different to explain how different you feel, but he’s the same. It makes a soft smile rise to your lips at the same time as the weight of all your memories pierces you through the heart.

Uma’s talking to Mal, doubt lacing her every word. “I hope you have a good idea of how to run a ship, because I don’t think any of your friends have the slightest clue what to do on the sea. That’s my territory, in case you forgot.”

“I know,” Mal says, temper just as strong as always, “that’s why I brought a friend.”

Harry arches a brow. “What friend?”

“That would be me,” you say, and step out of the shadows to face him.

For a moment, you swear that time stands still. Harry’s breath catches in his chest as he looks at you for the first time in months. He has never been one to show off weakness, always laughing off injury or claiming not to feel pain, but in this instant, you can see the shock lancing through his eyes, wracking his frame until he has no choice but to stand there and stare.

Uma breaks the silence, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a grin. “Y/N, good to see you! I take it back, Mal. Y/N could captain a fleet of ships with her eyes closed.”

It’s easy, after that, to pull yourself together. Uma’s friendship is something familiar, a rock you can stand on. “I appreciate your confidence,” you reply, “good to see you too, by the way.”

“Of course,” Uma says dismissively, then adds somewhat unnecessarily, “Hey, Harry, look who it is!”

Harry swallows hard when Uma addresses him, tries to pretend he’s just like normal. “Yeah, I saw. Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey yourself,” you say quietly.

Evie looks at you nervously, then quickly speaks up. “So, should we get to the ship? We only have so much time before people start looking for us.”

Uma rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you guys are too popular, I get it. Ship’s docked outside.”

Harry takes this as his excuse to bolt out, and you watch him go with wide eyes. Evie heads over to you as soon as everyone’s attention is off you again. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Perfectly fine,” you whisper back through gritted teeth. Of course it is a lie. You couldn’t be more affected by this.

You avoid Harry the entire duration of the trip over to the Isle of the Lost. It’s difficult, especially when you push off from the shore and the wind is on your face again and everything is just like you remember. You tug a few lines into place, tie them down with the knots he taught you, and race to the bow as soon as you’re free.

You forgot just how wonderful it is to sail. You laugh delightedly as the ship picks up speed, skipping over the waves as the wind snaps the sails almost to bursting. This close to the surface of the water, you can’t hear anything, but you sense something anyway, and that’s how you know to lean back up and look to your side to see Harry standing there, smiling as he takes in the sight of you.

Your laugh dries up in a moment and you feel frozen there, trapped in this moment with him. Someone calls your name a second later and you’re able to spirit away to safety, but you can still feel his gaze burning like a brand into your back every moment until the ship docks at the Isle.

Mal announces that you’ll be splitting up in pairs so you can properly canvas the island for the talisman. Before you can look at her or Evie, Uma suggests that you and Harry work together, and the rest are already partitioned into pairs before you can fight it.

Fine, then. You’re certain he’s put her up to this, but you won’t give him a scene if he wants it. Instead, you march resolutely towards your assigned location, and pretend that you’re just really invested in finding the talisman so you can’t hear him when he tries to talk to you.

Eventually, Harry has enough and puts his hand on your arm, trying to get your attention. You spin back around by reflex, dagger in hand and held to his throat before Harry can get so much of a word out. The Isle has always brought out a different part of you, more of a villain than any princess’ daughter.

Instead of looking afraid, Harry just laughs. Usually, this is the time at which you’d join in, but you narrow your eyes and hold strong.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he says when he’s finally able to get his laughter under control, “I don’t think your friends would like it very much if you killed someone on your little vacation to the island.”

You glare at him. “We’re not friends anymore, sweetheart, or have you forgotten that already?”

“When your knife is to my throat? Couldn’t forget that if I tried. Out of curiosity, why are we enemies again? I seem to remember you liking me very well just a couple of months ago.” Harry says, reaching up to tap your forearm where you still hold your blade.

You pull your dagger away but stand there still, thrumming with the urge to run. “We’re too different. You’re a villain, and I’m a perfect angel, obviously.”

Harry grins. “What, just because you’re the daughter of a princess? You’ve never let that come in between us before. You’re not Ariel, you’re Y/N, and I have always loved that about you.” Something like doubt flickers across his face. “Is that why you left? You thought you had to become more like her?”

You glance away from him, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. “I left because I had to. We weren’t working out.”

“Why not?” Harry asks, and suddenly he’s the one in control now, he’s the one stepping forward until your back hits the wall and you have nowhere to run, “What was so wrong with us, Y/N?”

Your hands are shaking. Harry takes the knife from you, carefully sliding it back in the holster on your side. His hands linger there a second longer, and when he finally takes them away, you can’t tell if you’re glad of it or deeply unhappy that you can no longer feel him.

“We could never work,” you insist.

“Why not?” He replies, “Show me we could never work. Prove me wrong.”

Harry Hook has always been somewhat of an enigma to you, just as unpredictable as the sea that both of you love, but somehow you know it’s coming when Harry leans forward and kisses you. For a moment, you consider pushing him away, and then you realize that you do not hate this, not him, not in the slightest, not at all.

Surrender is not the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it’s like the release of a sail to the wind, the acceptance that even though you let a person go, they will always come back to you. You surrender the last of your inhibitions and you kiss him back. It is everything you missed, the fighting and the laughing, the good times and the bad all in one. It is all that you love about him and more, what you didn’t realize you held most dear until you were gone.

Harry breathes quietly against your lips and you breathe back, one small circle of in and out and together. He grins, says, was that really so bad? And you laugh and tell him to shut up, so he does, but only by kissing you again. The island can wait, the talisman and the life waiting back for you at school. You have your boy back, and you could not care about anything else.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

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regressionschool · 3 months

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Emma & Ariel

Ariel's nursery buzzed with anticipation as she eagerly awaited her friend Emma's arrival. Ariel couldn't wait to share the magic of her nursery with someone new.

Meanwhile, Emma, being new to regression school, had recently transitioned to pull-ups. Most adult toddlers started with pull-ups before embracing the comforting embrace of diapers. Emma, still adapting to this new chapter, felt a mix of curiosity and a hint of jealousy, particularly when she thought about Ariel's close bond with her Daddy.

As Ariel opened the door, Emma shyly greeted her, her eyes lighting up as she took in the vibrant nursery. "Your place is so colorful, Ariel!"

Ariel beamed, "Thanks! I'm so happy you're here. Let's have the best playdate ever!“ The friends dove into their favorite activities—coloring, playing with building blocks, and exploring the wonders of the nursery. Ariel couldn't help but notice Emma's pull-ups and wondered if she'd be interested in experiencing the joy of diapers.

"Emma," Ariel began, a hint of excitement in her voice, "have you ever tried diapers? They make me so happy, and I think you'd love them too!"

Emma blushed, a bit unsure. "I've thought about it, but I'm not sure. I mean, I’m still getting used to my pull-ups, but maybe I should try diapers.“ Emma explained, "I don't have a Daddy like you, so pull-ups are just easier for me to manage on my own. But I love seeing how happy you are with your Daddy and your diapers.“

Ariel, her eyes sparkling with mischief, whispered to Emma, "I've got an idea! What if we make a little game? If you pee in your pull-ups on purpose during our playdate, then my Daddy will have to put you in a diaper. We don't have any dry pull-ups left, and diapers are super cozy!“

Emma's eyes widened at the playful suggestion. "Really? But what if it's too much trouble?"