Onesies Downunder – Pacifier Giveaway
You can win 1 of 20 Pacifiers.
20 winners will be selected at random to win a pacifier of their choice
from the styles and colours we have in stock.Each winner will receive 1 pacifier shipped to them.
This giveaway is open WORLDWIDE.Rules:
- To enter, all you need to do is reblog this post.
- You may enter as many times as you like.
- You must be 18+ to enter this giveaway.
- Giveaway ends on the 31st of March 2017 11:59PM AEST.
Best of luck to everyone!
Sadie: That colour always suited him.
Nice weather for dresses and sweaters.
One of my favorite pics by Cricket!
Sadie: I need more prompts like this tbh
“Oh, pet,” the woman cooed down at the overgrown infant in her lap. “What’s made you so fussy today, hm.”
Irene tried the bottle again, but the moment it touched Sherlock’s lips he whinged and turned his head away, sending droplets of milk spraying across his cheek.
“You don’t want it?” She gently wiped them away with the pad of her thumb. “You cried, I changed you…then you cried again, so I put you down with all of your toys…you weren’t happy with that either, so I’ve got you in my lap with a nice, warm bottle, and you’re still not happy. What is Auntie doing wrong, dearest?”
Sherlock whimpered and pouted up at her, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Irene smiled. “Yes, yes, I know, such a sad little baby you are,” she tutted, tapping her finger against his lips. “But I still don’t know what you’re after, pet.”
Irene didn’t expect him to answer. She hadn’t gotten more than a squeak or a squawk out of him all day, and while it had been a welcome change at first, it did present her with a new sort of challenge.
She also didn’t expect him to latch onto her fingertip, and start suckling.
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted into a small ‘o’ of surprise. “Oh,” she gasped. “So that’s what you’re after.”
Irene took one of the small pillows beside her on the couch and placed it behind his head, letting him lie back while she undid the buttons along the front of her blouse.
Sherlock watched with a wide-eyed, infantine gaze as she opened her top and reached into the cup of her bra, pushing it down to expose her breast. Then, she used her arm to replace the pillow and cradled the baby detective’s head, drawing him to her.
She gave another small gasp as she felt him latch on, and felt the pull of his tongue against her nipple. “Sorry, sweetheart…Auntie wasn’t expecting this part of the service. You won’t be getting anything this time.”
Sherlock only closed his eyes and nuzzled her breast with his nose, giving a quiet hum of satisfaction.
Irene stroked the hollow of his cheek with her finger, watching the motion of his lips and jaw.
“…I suppose that could change, with enough time and patience.”
Time with your boy.
Mo: A good figure study for someone amazing at drawing John and Sherlock. #HINTHINT *coughs* @arkhamsdiaperpail #comissionworthy
Sadie:
“Slowly, Jawn, slowly…don’t rush.”
“Like this?” Jawn touched the vibrator to the front of Sherlocks’ nappy again, making the little detective gasp sharply and then throw his head back against Greg’s shoulder, moaning.
“Very good, just like that.” Greg grinned like the cat who’d caught the canary, and gave Sherlocks’ exposed neck a kiss. He held the man spread-eagle in his lap, arms pinned behind his back, thigh splayed over his own thighs, wearing nothing but a nappy and an expression of blissful agony.
A devious little doctor in similar dress knelt on the floor between their legs, taking massive, rock-hard pleasure in torturing his captured companion with a heavy duty vibrator, rubbing it slowly up and down the front of his bulging nappy.
Jawn giggled darkly as Sherlock groaned again and arched his back, trying to push himself against the source of the vibration, but Greg held him firmly in place. “No-no-no,” Greg chided, and clucked his tongue. “Good little boys have to ask first…and you are a good little boy, aren’t you? My good, beautiful little boy,” he murmured in Sherlocks’ ear as he nuzzled his nose into his dark, sweat-damp hair, and took a deep breath…
He could smell the desperation. The torment.
Sherlocks’ breath came in quick little pants; music to Greg’s ears. “G-goo’, g-good b-boy,” he stammered. “I, I’m a g-good booooOOOOOOHHHGOOOOODDDAAAAMMMMMIT!!!”
Greg’s head snapped down…Jawn had somehow managed to work the vibrator right inside the leghole of Sherlock’s nappy and while Greg had to applaud the initiative, he didn’t want their game to end so…quickly. “Jawn, no-no!”
Jawn instantly pulled the vibrator out and his it behind his back, while Sherlock keened at the loss.
“What did I say?” Greg scolded, trying to remain serious while Sherlock rocked and rutted his hips in his lap. “I said slowly, didn’t I?”
Jawn pouted, and nodded.
“Then follow directions, or you don’t get a turn.”
Jawn looked stricken. “But I want to play with his bum, too!”
“Then be a good boy for Greg and follow instructions.” Greg switched Sherlocks’ wrists to one hand, then reached around and gave the front of his nappy a good, hard squeeze, making him moan in a gorgeously pained way.
“Now, do it again…slowly.”
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