#short sleeve striped dress for baby

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can you write smut of richie going down on reader for the first time? i feel like he'd be so tender, hand holding, and def talk reader through it

explicit sexual content ahead

Richie Jerimovich loved the art of eating pussy - specifically, your pussy. It got him through some of his most draining days, it kept usually noisy and overworked psyche calm as it channeled its entire focus on one thing and one thing only, making you cum. You could tell that Richie had a bad day at work, wanting nothing more than to take his frustrations out on you.

He was wordless when he entered the front door of your stuffy apartment, hastily shaking his suit jacket off of his back, allowing it to carelessly fall to the floor. He’d texted you right before he clocked out of the restaurant, demanding that you’d be waiting for him, completely naked between the cold sheets of your shared bed. You understood and complied, knowing that he needed a release, your release.

Richie’s bright blue eyes met yours as he stepped into your shared bedroom, his gaze on you never wavering as he undid his tie with one hand, before tossing it on the dresser, rolling up the sleeves of his dress-shirt to the tan skin of his forearm. “Been waiting for this all fuckin’ day, sweetheart,” he rasped, walking over to the foot of your bed, his hands wrapping around your ankles.

“It’s okay, Richie, you have me,” you cooed, licking over your lips as Richie gently tugged you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Open your legs, baby, let me see that pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he ordered, his voice now husky and raw as you obliged.

Richie’s eyes hung low as he watched your legs spread. He let out a breath, lowering himself as he took in the slight glisten of your already-wet and inviting pussy. God, he needed to taste you on his tongue, so fucking bad.

Pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss your sensitive and swollen centre, Richie made out with your slick folds, his tongue drooling lazily into you as he got lost in himself. Your sweet-tinge coated his tongue warmly as Richie swallowed. He needed more.

Wrapping his arms over the tops of your thighs, Richie roughly pulled you closer to him, pressing your legs against your chest as he leaned his face closer to your slippery pussy, nudging your clit with his nose as he licked long stripes up and down your pulsing entrance.

“Fuck, baby,” you moaned, craning your neck down as your eyes fell on Richie’s, watching with an opened mouth as he devoured you whole.

The taller man pulled away from you, maintaining a dead-set eye contact with you as he allowed a long line of his cum-mixed saliva to drip down to your pussy, the contact causing your back to arch off of the mattress.

“Fuck me,” Richie groaned, before returning his head to its rightful spot between your thighs, sliding one of his long and slender arms up your abdomen, a hum leaving his lips and vibrating against your pulsing core as your fingers interlocked with his.

Pressing a wet and noisy kiss to your clit, Richie gazed up at you, a smirk tugging on his lips as your fingers tightened around his, “look at me, beautiful, god, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he teased mockingly, not missing the way your abdomen end tightened as menacingly pressed his tongue against your throbbing entrance.

Your head fell back against the soft push of your pillows, a low whimper crying out from your throat as Richie pushed his tongue inside of you, before pulling out just as quickly.

“Fuck, y’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard, right baby?” He rasped, licking ha long strip of saliva from your taint, up t your clit - repeating this over and over until you reached your free hand down to his short hair, pushing his face deeper into you needy pussy.

Now cocky and prideful, Richie pushed his tongue in and out of your tight hole, rubbing his rough beard against your sensitive folds as he moved his head up and down.

“Don’t fucking stop, please bab-”

Your hips, now having a mind of their own, rolled against Richie’s face as you craved friction, fighting to bring yourself to the delicious climax that awaited you. The warmth of Richie’s tongue, the cutting sting of his facial hair against your tender skin, the smooth slickness of his spit drooling onto you - fuck, you were so close.

“Come on, baby, fuck,” Richie pressed himself deeper, his eyes watching as you lost yourself your back arched, nipples hardened, and breathing choppy, “You’re doing so good baby, so fuckin’ good.”

Richie feverishly lapped at you, the sight of you chasing your orgasm, almost being enough to bring himself to cum as he grabbed ahold of your hips, grinding them against his tongue as you craned your neck back with a hoarse cry.

“Fuck, Richie fuck-“ you cried out, warm tears running down your cheeks.

The sweet-tang of your cum oozed onto Richie’s tongue, a satisfied hum now flowing out of his lips as he greedily drank you, lapping every ounce of your cum that leaked out of you, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, let it go, sweetheart,” he coaxed, his licks becoming slower and softer as you came down from your overwhelming high.

Pulling his face away from you, Richie ran a hand over his beard, a low chuckle, his eyes taking in the way his fingers were covered in your cum and his spit.

You remained laid on the bed, your breathing now slowly evening out as you swallowed thickly, struggling to speak as you stared at the ceiling.

You were so fucked out, without him properly fucking you, and that brought a cocky smile to Richie Jerimovich’s wet lips.

Unbuttoning his dress-shirt entirely, Richie walked over to where you laid, resting one of his hands on your waist as he leaned down, pressing a sweet and warm kiss to your lips, softly sliding his tongue against yours, he always loved when you’d taste yourself.

You pulled away with a drunken smile and heavy eyelids.

“I fuckin’ needed that, thank you,” he mumbled, pecking your lips a few times, his rough hand soothing the side of your waist.

“Glad I could help,” you smiled.

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Horror game protagonist guide Nr.2

Clothes

Clothes are the main focus of this aesthetic and follow a specific structure. I will divide this post into four parts: tops, bottoms, shoes and accessories.

Tops

Having the right top to construct an outfit is very important. Tops have to be long, ending below the waist. They either have lace, bows ruffles, empire waists or baby doll tops work too. Layering is also important, either having an extra lace camisole or a fitted button down under or a cardigan, or even a vest. The tops have to be body hugging which accentuates and creates a more feminine silhouette. Puffy, flutter or 3/4 sleeves work great but sleeveless top's can also be seen in media. Colors are mostly muted and neutral like white, cream, black, grey, brown, and for pops of color: muted red's, blue's, mauve's. For some more inspiration you can look at aesthetics and styles like coquette, fairy grunge, himekaji and roma gyaru. School uniforms are also a big inspiration.

Bottoms

For bottoms, everything is pretty basic. Pleated, ruffled, tiered or a-line mini skirts work best. They can have lace details, bows or even pomp pomp's. Mini shorts and capris are also popular. Capris can be layered under skirts and dresses like seen in some recent trends inspired by the 00s. Bottoms can have subtle patterns like plaid, polka dots or stripes, though it's less common.

Shoes

With shoes it is also very simple. Knee high boots are the most popular in media usually brown shades of color, they can have buckles or laces or even fur trim. For a more feminine look, mary-janes are a great choice and there are a lot of different styles, heel height and so on. Flats are also a great choice as well as loafers. Unfortunately, although most practical, sneakers do not fit the aesthetic.

Accessories

Socks and tights are a major key point in dressing like this aesthetic. Knee-high and anything above like thigh-high socks look the best and are the most popular. They are usually in dark shades like black or grey but anything works as long as you stick to the color palette. For tights, look for sheer ones or knitted ones as they can give a cozy look. You can also accessorize with garters, though they should be simple. Accessories around the neck are also very important. Lockets, pendents or small, dainty necklaces can really complete a look. Even just taking a piece of ribbon and tying it with a bow gives a very cute look. Any bracelets should be dainty.

That's all for this post, next I will cover accessories but unlike the fashion accessories, I will talk about items and props. If there is anything I forgot to mention or you spot any grammar/spelling mistakes please let me know.

[j2d3]

Mr. Loverman | Jefferson/Mad hatter x reader | pt 3

Picture this since before the curse you and Jefferson have been best friends, your character is the chesiare cat but a witch version ( NOT A FURY 💀) . This is staged during season one during the time of the curse, your memory is erased but he still remembers you. ( Also Jefferson doesn’t have a daughter in this!!!)

There was something missing inside of me, I feel like a big part of me is missing. When I met that man it was like something changed, like he woke up a part of me.

I slip out of bed and put on a short black and gray striped dress, with black short sleeves, black ruffles in the end. I pair my dress with converse and black see through thigh highs, I feel so free dressing like this, it’s weird really but so comfortable.

I figured that the man seems to have the answers that I want so maybe I could get in contact with him, I know that Emma and Mary Margret may not like this idea but hey who says I’m telling them about it.

I walk out my home onto the sidewalks preparing for the long walk I’m about to take. What if he’s actually fucked up in the head? What if the minute he sees me he’ll shot me dead? No that won’t happen I know it, there’s something different about him than the rest of these people in this town.

I stand in front of the white big house, taking a big breath before walking to the door. I knock on the door two times, slowly but firmly.

“Hello Jefferson, are you home?!? I wanna talk to you! I’m sorry I hit you with a vase it slipped out of my hand, well it didn’t but I had to protect my friend. Look I promise my friends aren’t here, I’m completely alone.” I look down at my shoes nervously, what if he’s not home? I look up to knock again but as soon as I lift my fist to the door it opens.

I stand there frozen for a few seconds, looking at the man in front of me. To my surprise he doesn’t seem mad at all, he seems relieved, maybe a bit joyful.

“Hi..” Is all my mouth can manage to say, his eye contact is a bit intimidating in a way.

“Hi.” A smile escapes his mouth, along with a small chuckle. I don’t know why but I feel a little comforted right now, like I’ve been in this moment before.

“So you wanna talk? I suppose about what me and Emma were talking about, is that correct?”

“Yea, that’s correct.”

“Come in then.” He hands out his hand in a welcoming gesture, I stand there a bit scared. What if he tries to kidnap me again?

“I won’t do anything to you, I promise.” He leans into me, still holding out his hand. I take it, giving him a slight smirk. I walk in hand with his as he leads me to the couch, our hands separate when we sit down together.

“Believe it or not we were put under a curse, a curse by the evil queen. Snow White had given birth the same day the curse happened, Emma is that baby. She’s supposed to be a savior, she’s supposed to save us.” I process what was told to me, I feel like it would be kind of selfish of me to ask what character I was but I went ahead any way.

Time skip•

After some time talking with Jefferson I had figured out more. Regina is the Evil Queen, Emma is Snow White and Prince Charming’s daughter, and Jefferson’s hat teleports him to a lot of portals such as Wonderland, Oz, and another land I can’t quite remember.

“If we were all characters before the curse who was I? We’re you really the mad hatter?” I guess I really let curiously get the best of me, Iean more closer to him with curiosity as he reads me.

“You were….the chesiare cat, and I was the mad hatter.” I hold on to the thought that I was a cat, if the curse ends will I become a cat. What does that mean. I tilt my head in confusion, mouthing the word “huh”. He laughs at me in response, while I tilt my head back to normal.

“Chesiare cat? Does that mean I’m a cat? Well I turn into a cat when the curse ends? What does that mean?” Jefferson breaks into a fit of laughter for a few seconds, I suppose my curiosity amuses him.

“No actually you were a witch, a witch that could transform into a cat whenever she wanted, teleport wherever she wanted. You know you were quite powerful in a way…” Jefferson zones out as if he’s remembering something, theres something more he knows about he just is not saying it I know it.

“Oh, a witch that seems cool!”

“It is, you know if you want to know about your story you can ask Henry about. He has a storybook about all our lives before the curse, who we were.”

“Did you not know me that well before the curse? So you don’t know me that much?” I observe every emotion he displays on his face, as if I’m trying to catch a mouse but really I’m trying to catch the truth.

“Yea, I guess you could say that.” He turns his head to the fireplace in front of us. The empty, cold,withered fireplace. There it is, there is that slip of emotion. I don’t want to make assumptions but I have feeling we were close, or friends at least.

“Well ok, I guess I’ll make my way out, to ask Henry about my story.” I get up and walk towards the door, feeling his eyes burn through me.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Well yea, I got the answers I needed and now I’m looking for a new answer which you don’t have since we weren’t that close... Hope to talk to you soon!” I emphasize on the close part looking him in the eyes before smiling and leaving out the door. A part of me feels sorry for Jefferson, but I plan to help Jefferson get Emma to break the curse so we all can be saved.

Time skip •

I walk over to the Park Henry usually hangs out at, spotting the little boy and his big book of “stories”.

“Hi Henry, can I read my story in that book of yours if you don’t mind?” Henry looks up surprised, I think he was surprised that I would want to know my story.

“Well of course Chesiare cat! I’m glad you asked!” Henry opens up the book to page 33, “The Chesiare cat”

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 70

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Hi, my lovelies! It's been a minute BUT It's finally here! Our Leia girl is officially graduating from kindergarten! I hope you are all enjoying the story! I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: Leia's big day, she's officially finished with kindergarten. Bradley gets a surprise from Phantom.

Nani: pronunciation {Nah-knee}

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing, crying, but so much cuteness and love 😍

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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The following day was Leia’s last day of Kindergarten and her graduation. She was away at school for a half day to spend time with her class and let them say their good-byes. You, Bradley, Hangman, and Phoenix were at home getting ready. 

Bradley was putting on a A blue, black, and white striped relaxed short sleeve dress shirt and some black pants. He fixed his collar and slipped on his chain. He was looking in the mirror position it nicely. He started to put on his belt and slightly tucked in his shirt corner to his pants. He started to comb his mustache.

You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You peaked your head around and laid on his arm. “You look so handsome, Bradley.” You smiled and kissed his exposed bicep. “You’re also showing quite a bit of chest for a kindergarten graduation.” You giggled.

He shook his head, “Gotta show off the pecks to the dads that’ll keep checking you out.” He started to laugh as he turned to you. He placed his hands on your back and kissed your forehead. “You look so beautiful, sweetheart.”

You scoffed and looked down at your super pregnant belly in your sun dress. “I look like a good-year blimp.” You looked up at him laughing. 

He shook his head and bit his lip, “No.” He brushed your hair from your cheeks, “You look absolutely beautiful. I love you being pregnant.” He placed his hands on your belly. “You are perfect, baby.” He looked at you with his puppy dog eyes. “If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d give you another one.” He smiled and pinched your cheek.

“I’m going to freaking throw up. I always come at the worst of times.” Hangman leaned against the door way of your and Bradley’s room. “You love birds ready to go? Gotta be at Leia’s school before 1.” He looked at his watch, “It’s already 12:30.” He chuckled and crossed his arms waiting for you two. 

Bradley rubbed your arms, “Ready to watch our little girl graduate?” You nodded and he kissed your forehead. “I’ll grab her cap and gown.” Bradley winked at you.

Bradley helped you into the truck. Hangman and Phoenix took Jake’s truck to the school. The back of his cabin was full of balloons, flowers, and teddy bears for Leia. Bradley grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it. “I can’t believe our Leia is graduating kinder already.” He sighed, “Before you know it, she’ll be graduating high school.” Bradley cringed thinking of it. 

You let out a laugh, “Hold on there, Lieutenant. She hasn’t even officially made it out of kinder yet.” 

He looked over at you and smiled, “She’s just growing up quick. It makes me so sad.” He bit his lip, “And her birthday is coming up again. She’s going to be freaking 7.” He tapped the steering wheel. “What do you think she’ll want to do for her birthday?” Bradley looked over at you.

You shrugged, “I guess we just have to ask her, so we can plan accordingly.” You looked over at him and smiled. 

You all arrived at the school. Bradley helped you down from the car and grabbed Leia’s cap and gown. Bradley grabbed your hand and skipped with you to Leia’s classroom. You were both laughing as Bradley pulled you along with his high jumps and long strides. 

“Bradley! Slow down please!” You begged him in between laughs. 

“No time, sweetheart!” He picked up his pace.

You laughed louder trying to catch up with him. “I’m going to have these boys right here and right now if you don’t!” You tried to catch your breath.

Bradley stopped and laughed with you. You were out of breath and so was he. He rubbed your belly and gave you a kiss, “I guess we should skip more then!” He acted like he was going to pull you into more skipping but he stopped and just laughed, “We are close, so we can walk now, baby.” He threw his arm around you and you walked to Leia’s classroom. 

When you both walked in, all the parents were there with their kids getting them ready. Leia ran to you and Bradley when she saw you. Bradley picked her up and spun her around, “How is my graduate?” He covered her face in kisses. 

“I am so ready for 1st grade daddy!” She gave him kisses back. 

Bradley let her down and Leia came over to you and hugged you. She kissed your belly twice. “Momma you look so beautiful.” She looked up at you with her puppy dog eyes. 

You started to tear up. You held them in. “I love you, my Leia.” You pinched her cheek.

Bradley started cleaning up Leia’s face with the wipes you brought. He took out Leia’s braid and brushed her hair. He attempted to rebrand it and got confused. “Sweetheart. This is hard. You wanna take over?” He looked over his shoulder at you. 

You laughed when you saw the messy braid, “I got you, Brad.” Leia came over to you and you started to braid her hair. Bradley picked up her gown and held it up to himself. 

“Leia do you thin this will fit me?” He posed while holding it against him.

Leia started to giggle. “Daddy, stop! You’ll rip it!” You finished braiding her hair.

Bradley took the gown off of the hanger and draped it over Leia’s shoulders while she inserted her arms. He straightened it out for her and zipped it up. “Now the cap, daddy!” 

Bradley grabbed the cap and placed it on her head, “Oh, my little girl.” Bradley placed his hands on Leia’s arms as he started to tear up, “Where has the time gone?” A tear rolled down his cheek.

Leia reached for the falling tear and wiped it from Bradley’s cheek. “Don’t cry, daddy. I’m still your little girl.” Leia leaned her forehead against Bradley’s. 

Bradley cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “I have something else for you, baby girl.” Bradley went to your bag and pulled out a fresh flower lei for Leia. She gasped when Bradley showed it to her in its case. 

“Daddy’ its so pretty!” She covered her mouth with her hands. “That’s for me!”

Bradley smiled and nodded as he began to remove it from the case. “For my pretty smart, baby.” He put it over her head and positioned it around her neck gently. “So beautiful.” Bradley cupped her face. “I also got you a matching crown to go with it, but you’ll wear the after so you can wear your cap.” He kissed her cheeks. 

Leia started to tear up as she looked at the necklace, “I love it so much. Thank you.” She looked up at Bradley through her lashes. 

“Anything for my girl.” He smiled at her and kissed her nose. 

The teacher called for all the students to line up for the processions. They would be graduating with 3 other kindergarten classes. Leia gave one last kiss to you and Bradley before she want to line up. Bradley helped you over to the gymnasium where Phoenix and Hangman were already situated, saving spots for you and Bradley. You plopped down next to Phoenix. She reached over and placed her hand on your arm.

“How is our Vapor girl?” She patted your arm and smiled. 

You smiled and placed your hand on hers, “She is so excited to graduate and go to the first grade already.” You started to laugh. 

The graduation started. You all cheered and clapped for all the children that were being called. You watched eagerly as they all crossed the stage and got little diplomas and hugs from all the teachers and principal. Next was Leia. She was standing in the stair well waving to the four of you in the crowd. She was bouncing in excitement. 

Hangman hit Bradley’s shoulder, “Here comes our girl! Get the camera, man!” Bradley pulled the camcorder back up and hit record. He zoomed in on Leia, she was waving and blowing kisses to you all. 

“Leia Rey Bradshaw!” Leia skipped across the stage waving and blowing kisses to you four. 

Hangman stood up and blew a fog horn. “That’s my girl! I love you Vapor girl!” He started to whistle. Phoenix stood up and started clapping for Leia.

“I love you my Leia girl!” She cupped her mouth and yelled over all the cheering and clapping. 

Leia waved over to you all, giggling. The teacher handed her her diploma and the photographer snapped a picture as they shook hands. Leia gave her teacher a hug and ran over to the other teachers and gave them a hug. Leia put her diploma into the air and you all stood and cheered for her. 

“That’s my little girl!” Bradley yelled as he pumped his fist in the air. 

“I love you so much, Leia!” You cupped your mouth and cheered for your daughter. 

Right before she got off the stage she stopped and pointed to you all. She held her cap on her head and started to shimmy like her dad. Bradley zoomed in on her as she danced. She laughed and waved to you all one more time before she exited.

Hangman started laughing as he wrapped his arm around Bradley and slapped his shoulder. He was falling into him as he laughed, “Dude, She is your daughter! That looked like you up there!” Hangman was patting Bradley’s shoulder laughing.

Bradley started to cry. He clenched his fist and brought it to his lips. He squeezed his eyes tight, “I have a first grader. Holy shit.” He started to cry hard and Hangman pulled him in for a hug. 

“You’re gonna be okay, Bradshaw!” Hangman laughed as he hugged and patted Bradley’s back. 

You were wiping your tears as Phoenix pulled you in for a hug and rubbing your back, “Congratulations, momma!”

After the graduation, you all waited excitedly for Leia to emerge from the group of children. Bradley and Hangman were looking over all the parents trying to scout out Leia. Bradley spotted her skipping around looking for you all. 

“Vapor Girl!” He called over to her and waved his hand in the air. Leia screamed and ran over to her dad. She immediately jumped into his arms.

“Daddy! I did it!” She threw her fist into the air. Bradley mimicked her and they yelled together. 

Hangman grabbed Leia from Bradley and kissed her over and over again. “My girl! I am so proud of you!” He kissed her cheek hard one more time and tickling her side. 

“Okay! My turn with my Leia girl!” Phoenix held her hands out and Leia jumped from Hangman’s grasp to Phoenix’s. She clung onto Phoenix and laid on her shoulder. Phoenix laid her head to Leia’s and cradled her head. “I am so proud of you, little Leia! You are so smart! You 100% get that from your mom.” She nuzzled into Leia’s cheek.

Leia pulled back, Daddy’s… smart too…?” She said questioningly. Phoenix started to laugh as you all looked over to Bradley. He was not amused. 

Phoenix covered Leia in kisses, adding “MUAH!” With each peck. “We have presents for you, sweet girl!” Phoenix hugged Leia harder.

Hangman held up all her balloons, stuffed animals, and flowers. Leia screamed and bounced in Phoenix’s arms. Phoenix let her down and she ran over to Hangman. “Oh my gosh! It’s all for meee!?” 

You waddled over to Leia and she hugged you tight. You took her cap off and kissed the top of her head. You held onto her cap while Bradley placed the flower crown on her. Hangman and Phoenix placed more Leis onto Leia’s neck and she could barely see over them. She was jumping for joy as you all cheered for her.  

Bradley snapped pictures of Leia to send to everyone back home. Phoenix came over and placed her hand on your belly. “One down, two more to go, mama.” She smiled and gave me another hug. “Congratulations to you too, Mom! You got her through her first year of school.” She laid on your shoulder as you both watched Hangman and Bradley make Leia laugh for pictures. 

After a couple of pictures of Leia with her teachers, friends, and principal, you all headed back to the house. Bradley invited Phantom and his family over for Leia’s small celebration. 

Hangman started to barbecue because some of the LTJGs from work would be joining in on the fun. A couple of them had kids in Leia’s class and thought it would be fun if they could all hangout together and play. Phantom would be coming with his wife and kids again. 

Bradley helped Leia dress out of her cap and gown. He hung it up on a hanger and placed it in her closet along with some of her necklaces. He changed her into a cute palm leaf printed pattern off-the-shoulder romper he had bought her. He placed her flower crown back on her head and her Lei. 

He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I am so proud of you, baby.” He pinched her cheek gently.

“Thank you, daddy. I couldn’t have done it without you and momma.” Leia looked at her outfit, “I love this pattern! It’s so cute!”

Bradley nodded. “You look beautiful, Leia.” He straightened out her crown. “Go have some fun. Your friends should be here in a little bit. Make sure you thank everyone for coming, okay?” He kissed her again.

“I will, Thank you daddy.” She kissed his nose and ran out of her room. 

Everyone started to arrive at yours and Bradley’s house. You met some of Bradley’s co workers and students. When Phantom got there, He had a basket full of presents for Leia and Evelyn, his wife, had made cookies. His daughters ran to the backyard to play with Leia and her friends. 

Phantom came in and sat Leia’s gift on the counter. You called for Leia and she came in. Bradley squatted down next to her and placed his hand on her back.

“Sweetheart, Phantom and Evelyn brought you some presents.” 

Leia stuck her hand out to Phantom. “Vice Admiral Lynch. Good to see you, sir.” She said it so properly. Bradley started to chuckle. 

Phantom started to chuckle as he grabbed Leia’s hand and shook it. He squatted down and gave her a proper hug, “Captain Bradshaw. Pleasure.” He poked her in her belly as they laughed together. “Congratulations on your graduation, my little nani.” 

Leia got shy, “Thank you Phantom. Thank you for coming.” She hugged him tightly. “What’s nani?” 

Phantom rubbed Leia’s back, “It means pretty girl.” He smiled at her.

Leia gasped and looked down. “Thank you Vice Admiral Lynch.” She leaned her forehead to his shoulder. 

He chuckled and patted her back. “Of course, Would you like to see what we brought you?”

Leia looked up quickly. “YES!”

Bradley looked at Leia with wide eyes. “Leia Rey.” Leia looked back at Bradley embarrassed. 

“Sorry, daddy.” She looked at Phantom. “I mean Yes, sir. Please.” Leia held her hands together and placed them under her chin as she waited patiently. 

Phantom stood up and grabbed the basket off the counter. “The girls and I put together a basket for you” He showed her everything in the basket. “It has candy, a water bottle for when you’re out at the beach, a pineapple that we can crack open right now, some sunglasses, and a little ukulele. The girls also added in some of their favorite products they use for their hair, some hair pieces, and some nail polish.” Leia looked at everything with excitement. 

“I love it so much! Thank you so much!” 

Evelyn showed Leia the cookies she made for her graduation. They were decorated nicely. Some were Hawaiian shirts, hula skirts, coconuts, plumerias, pineapples, hula dancers, and some that said congratulations grad. It was such a sweet gesture. Leia gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

Leia grabbed a cookie and brought you the pineapple, “Momma, can you cut this open pleaseee!” She gave you some puppy dog eyes. 

You grabbed the pineapple and brought it over to the open counter space to cut it with Leia. 

Bradley’s POV

Phantom came and put his arm over my shoulders. “Got a quick minute, Rooster?”

Evelyn patted Phantom’s shoulder, “Honey, not at his daughter’s party. Leave work for work.”

Phantom placed a kiss on his wife’s forehead, “Okay just this conversation and I won’t talk about work, baby.” He smiled at her and she shook her head and laughed before she went to join you and Leia. 

Phantom and I walked outside to one of the corners of the backyard. We over looked the mountain side. “Bradshaw, we have matters to discuss.” He was still looking out into the distance. 

I looked at him and nodded. “Sir.” He looked at me and smiled. 

“Lieutenant Bradshaw.” He patted my shoulder hard. “Or maybe I should say Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw.” He started to laugh and patted my shoulder. 

“Holy shit.” I looked at him with wide eyes. “Sir, I’m sorry. Excuse my language.” I started to laugh.

“No need, Rooster. Holy shit indeed.” He started to laugh as he pulled me into him for a hug. He patted my back hard and held me tight, “Congratulations, son. Your mother and father would be so proud of you.”

I was shaking as I hugged him. I pulled back and placed my hand on his shoulder and the other to my chest. “Oh my gosh. Are you serious? This is real. I got the promotion?” He nodded with a smile from ear to ear. I threw my head back and let out a sigh. I put my hands over my face as I laughed. “Thank you so much, for everything.” I ran my hands through my hair and hugged him again. 

“I did nothing. It was all you, Bradley. Your hard work has definitely shown and you deserve this more than anyone. I am so proud of you.” 

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It's official! You have a first grader on your hands! I don't know about you, but I cried over everyone's excitement! This was so wholesome. I am so happy hangman, Phoenix, AND Bradley were able to experience with you and Leia. And OMGG! Daddy Brad got the promotion! How do you think he will tell all of you? I will see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

My party babes are in the comments 🌺🥳

[hisaribi]

So, I decided I wanna dress up Nightwing like a doll into the favorite parts of his costume, but because I'm too worn out to draw it, I'm gonna just put screenshots here

Gonna start with his Robin first years, I do adore this new-ish version of him wearing shorts and still being like barelegged and all that

also I'm ignoring all and any interpretations in which Dick joined Bruce past ten y.o. He's a freak baby

Also gonna ignore his Robin later years because the only main difference was him adding pants as he grew older. and it was the color of his family, not nightwing colors, but yeah

So, let's go to the Nightwing era. While I do his current suit, I feel like I wanna it to be more complex in a way, so I'm gonna make him wear all the best parts at the same time and what're you gonna do about it

First, whoever thought of this metal bracers on his leg in utrh was a genius, and I think Nightwing must keep it all the time. What? is it related with me having to wear compression sleeve for the knee? nah, you're seeing things my dude. anyway, pics

The next very best design decision one can make for Dick is him having a long hairs. Not a mullet, but hairs past his shoulders, maybe reaching his shoulder-blades or however you call that

then, THE JACKET, that's like the best thing, both the one that follows the Nightwing sign and the one that's just a bit baggy and leather

ALSO, add golden feathers back, pls, just DO IT, it's so pretty (won't ask to add the discowing neck thing, because meh, he can have this in his jacket as a treat though)

also maybe, just maybe, give the dude a utility belt? and maybe a holster? but his sticks still on his back?

and yeah, blue soles and blue stripes on his hands and fingers is still the best thing in the modern design Nightwing costume, leave it be. as well as everything (but a jacket) hugging his body frame tightly. and a blue mask

Also he must be disheveled and covered in band-aids, as a treat

(and I fucking love the art of this issue, I need to find the artist)

Now some short propaganda

His jacket is great to take down and put over some victim's shoulders for comfort. Or for his friends and family even when they're down and he gets serious to deal with a threat, like a sign of here, rest a bit, I got it

Long hairs are just perfect for the villain of the week to hold him on them, as he's almost unconscious

Nightwing needs more shazaah cue the golden touches to his costume. also the dude's been running around in stealth dressed in bright yellow, just black and blue won't make him more stealthy, yk

The guy needs a lock pickers and a gas mask in his inventory, knowing the shit he's been dealing with his whole life, so the utility belt is a must. and also once again some candies and first kit aid for victims and other vigilantes

He had so much physical trauma, he's been doing it since he was a kid, he's been doing a physical activities since he was born, you know, living in a circus and all that, of course at least one of his knees is gonna be absolutely destroyed, there's no way around it, and him having this constant reminder that he's human, he's doing his best and so on, just yeah. but also is it the great aim fpr hi s enemies to hit on? yep. do I care about that? nope. also he doesn't hit with his right knee not because he's gonna hurt himself, but because he's gonna totally break bones with this bracer

thanks for coming to my ted talk, noe I'm gonna fuck off

[sweetness-pop]

A sweet for the TalChet, JaKeira & SlyFox fans ☺:

Rockett (Ratchet & Talwyn's son), Genesis (Jak & Keira's daughter), & Annona (Sly & Carmelita's daughter) all together as the CUTEST PlayStation BABY Trio! 👶👶👶

To the left, foxcoon baby girl Annona Cooper with her grey fur, birth black mask around her light brown eyes, fox ears, black rings around her raccoon bushy tail, and her short 8 inch wavy burnt/autumn orange hair . She's wearing a long-sleeved yellow-orange (like the color saffron) footed onesie that has pearl white buttons at the front, white ruffle around the neck & wrists, & printed gem hearts in colors: light green, red, light blue & pink. 🧡💎

To the middle, Lombax-Markazian hybrid baby boy Rockett Apogee (or whatever Ratchet's last name is 😅) with his apricot-colored shorter & smooth fur, Lombax ears with an opening in the center (due to his Markazian genes), Markazian tail, brownish orange Lombax stripes, pale peach Markazian spots, & right apple green & left sky blue eyes (complete heterochromia). His long-sleeved footed onesie is light greenish blue with black tron-like trailing, a black hoodie with a small bright teal gear print, & a printed white rocket with light blue & red on the front. ⚙🚀

& To the right, baby girl Genesis Mar with her cute elf ears, light tan skin, purple eyes (which she gets from her late grandpa Damas) & short 8 inch straight natural tri-colored top yellow blonde/middle green/bottom blue hair. She's dressed in a long-sleeved footed onesie that is in a light reddish pink color with a dark pinkish red collar, white cross bone print on both arms, electrifying angelic wings printed at the back, & a big white Punisher-style skull printed on the front. 💗☠

Baby Rockett is holding a toy wrench that looks like his daddy's omni-wrench while baby Genny (short for Genesis) is waving her tiny left hand that has pink sparkles encircling around, & baby Annona has her arms full with what looks like a huggable rainbow diamond plush!

& The 3 PS babies (let's say around 5 or 6 months) are all sitting next to each other & having big happy smiles!

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Idea: Your a teacher and your water breaks before a class, so you end up delivering your baby in class ( you teach an obgyn class) and you let your students come close and check your dilation and when you crown feel the head.

(Ideas are always great but do set your limits.)

Thanks for submitting the intresting idea!

Mother's Touch

Awakening in the morning and stretching still in lengerie slowly rolling to the side, looking down on the hard rotund belly full of life ready to birth.

Brushing a hand over to the belly's underside as a sigh of love fogs the wind, it is interrupted with strong contractions binding into the deep womb pressing a heavy pressure around the bump.

Heavy groans rise and fill the small red room, in a short moment rising and shifting back against wall, gripping on with fingertips pressing in with heavy pressure around the tight sides of skin.

Gasping deep breaths of air, grunting with tight clenched teeth as eyes shut and pressure builds around the bottom as pains subsides as the very tight weight shifts uncomfortably and remains.

Eyes open and glance around the room, the time catches attention and it seems too late and in a moment rushing happens, moving off the bed in a second and standing with a hand laid behind.

It seems the rotund belly didn't shift but yet the rush ensued, waddling towards the closet is all that mattered rushing in and pulling out a small red button up and tight leather skirt, thighighs and a striped pair of strapped lengerie.

Running over to the bathroom, exerting abilities led to a painful set of contractions and sudden contractions, it washed over in waves stopping the moment in a slow-motion of sorts.

Leaning an elbow onto the wall and groaning out intensely as time ticks, pains rose to hot-irons in mere seconds as tears rolled down rosy cheeks landing onto plump breasts, and a sleek figure.

The pains fade but pressure intensified and did lay above the pelvis, pressing down heavier and in response bending knees and grabbing on the front gasping and gritting teeth slowly gasping.

Digging into skin slowly waddling to the door and grabbing onto the handle, turning it over and walking through and keeled over almost falling to the floor as a hand gripped the sink.

Clenching her hands while it passes the weight felt heavier and harder to bear, though rushing in the moment made it possible to brush off the curtains and enter, as a slow sharp exhale goes.

Turning the valve and straightening out as the water rushes down the body, slowly beading onto the pale skin as she reaches the soap.

Rubbing on soap as it bubbles around the bump a tight band hits onto the bladder, bending over and grunting while speaking to the twins to ease it out for mother, it stopped when the twins had kicked in small flurries around the soap bubbles.

Rubbing onto the spot almost dozing off, played along and yet finished up washing it off and left the shower, taking the dry towels and drying off.

Moving off and dressing up as the tight bands grip the skin, sexualizing her figure although it was flattering in thought and hindsight well at the moment, pulling up the tight leather skirt.

It banded tightly onto her womb and pressure pushed down her canal, adrenaline did not sway off so she took the sleeves took them on and an attempt to button up did not work so just hid it.

Using a black corset to tighten up allowing the button to button, rushing out waddling down the stairs to the door and grabbing the red heels as it seems in the mirror the reflection had stayed youthful and beautiful that's an unknown secret.

Grabbing the bag and keys to the house, car and walking out locking the door behind her as a wet gush puddles beneath her and time slowed and grabbing the belly pressing in fingernails.

But she enters the car with wet underwear and stares the clock down, what is required is to be there in twenty to forty minutes flat and while contractions rolled over in waves patting atop the belly as adrenaline kicked in and pressed on.

Driving in sweat as the head descend with each speed bump, moving fast and slowing down it forced it ahead and when traffic hit she was not able to hold it for the shift and so pushed with an intense grunt and sharply inhaling and push.

The traffic goes on and following along as the school gets closer in view, turning the car and reaching the lot parking it alone behind walls.

Rushing out, pulling off the seatbelt and with the most intense contaction hitting in three consecutive minutes, bending down knees.

Added palm pressing into belly before deeply inhaling and waddling into the school doors, with a quickly descending head, sweating alot.

Biting her lip and muffling every groan, fist clenched and pushing hard with huffing as taking every step the head descends down.

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Grabbing a coat and entering the classroom with the third year medical students, right before class starts and asking one question.

"W- urff! Which le- lesson are we on? Huuu"

They all said in unison and heard.

"Childbirth and Delivery"

Snickering and groans

"W- aagh! Practical it is!"

Everyone perks up as bed pulls in slowly and getting on gasping in sweat, all very shocked.

"The t- Ha- ah! twins are on the way"

Slipping two fingers behind her back and pushing the head back in, tearing in pain.

Pulling it out and grabbing a knife and cut her striped panties open, and ripping it off out of their attention as they talk with each other.

"Now! H- Hoo- Help me here! Augh! Angeline!"

Angeline came down and slips a look as she looked into eyes, asking a heinous question.

"Would yo- ow! ouh! get the camera for me?"

Red flushed into the pale face and Angeline nodded and took a camera, connected it painstakingly onto the laptop as groans of intense pain muffly filled the room.

"Oh, yeah good luck ya'll! Especially you men except the guys with friend girls and do not give two shits in the entire world."

Checking dilation slipping two fingers.

"Oh, your already crowning so ten and more centimeters, Miss. Catherine b- nevermind"

Pushing intensely and as it rushed forward swiftly, she also speaks while it progresses.

"W- Which part of the vagina is the head at?"

Rosaria responded correctly.

"In the hymen and progressing labia major."

As she pushes hard and answers swiftly.

"CORRECT! Hoo- auhh! huu- haa, You come here next and Angeline I need a hand here."

Angeline came near and was given a whisper to press down her belly for a moment, as she did.

"NOW! AH! AH! Wh- Auuuhhh! Where is it now?"

Markus stood up, came down and said

"At the clittoris and spreading the labia majora with possible tearing- might wanna go now."

The two return to their seat. As she arches her back and grunts with gritted teeth, Markus slips two fingers and helped it through as he says her first name to the whole classroom.

"Miss. Andrea don't exert too much, don't"

She sighs and places the backs of her hand on her forehead grunting, pushing softly.

"I know. NOw! At wh- Ouhhh! what is the head doing? Gaaah! Huu- Haaaahhhh!"

Mikeal the class jock said

"Crowning, and with complete extension"

He walks down as she pushed out the rest.

Coming near and being an ass to everone pressed his fingers against the pink head.

"Ouh! Get him off! Ow! Gah! Hnngh!"

Delphi ran down and pulled him away and helped her teacher with turning it around.

"Ouh- hgghhhh! Gentle! Gentle! From now it's just me okay, ughhhh! nrrggghhh!"

Andrea pressed her chin onto her chest and the shoulder passed with a heavy gush, along with the other two and sat up pulling it out gently.

It's head perked up and it coughed and cooed.

As she picks up one pair of scissors while Jenna tied the cord and it cuts off, Andrea grunts soft.

Laying her head back and pushing with gritted teeth another head bulged, and she trembled.

It was bigger and gushed so much, she only pushed twice as Jenna helped with cutting.

Swaddling and as tiredly said.

"Ready for quiz month? I hope so."

They all laugh in symphony.

[uramilf]

Good Boy

Matty Healy x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Sub!matty, oral sex (f&m receiving), spit

My eyes fell to a short white dress with long sleeves and low cut neckline that Matty had bought me for me recent birthday. I hadn’t worn it out yet, and I was dying for him to show me off to his mates wearing a dress he had given to me. I grabbed it and pulled it on, frowning into the mirror when I realised that my bra and underwear were visible through the thin white material. Looks like we were going for no underwear tonight then. On the plus side, it would give him easy access to what was his and a view of my newly pierced nipples.

When I was happy with how I looked in the dress, I slipped on a pair of white heels, checked my hair and makeup and left the house, jumping in the car and driving over to the venue. When I arrived I gave the security guard my name and ID, and he handed me a VIP pass, telling me to enjoy my night.

The show was absolutely insane. As I watched from the side of the stage I couldn’t believe that my best friends had thousands of people screaming their names and singing every word of the songs they had been writing since high school. As soon as the last song ended, Matty came running to me, picking me up and spinning me round. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him on the cheek proudly.

“You were incredible, Matty. Genuinely.”

“Thank you darling, I’m so glad you could come.”

He set me back on my feet and took me by the hands, his eyes roaming my body slowly.

“Jesus Christ angel, you look incredible. That fucking dress babe…”

I smiled and felt the heat rush to my face.

“You have good taste in clothes, Matty.”

Still holding my hand, Matty pulled me round the corner to a quiet, empty corridor, away from his band mates and crew. He pushed me against the wall and looked at me with lust-filled eyes, making my breath catch in my throat. “Fuck darling, seeing you standing there tonight made it seriously hard to perform. I wanted to come over and rip this dress off you. Fuck, I could see your nipple piercings from all the way across the stage. I bet the other boys were looking at them too. But you’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

Barely missing a beat, Matty’s lips met mine and he kissed me hungrily, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I decided that after his little speech about how I was “his” that I should switch things up, take control instead of doing what I was told as usual. I wanted to be in charge of him, show him exactly how I felt about him. I moaned into his mouth before pulling away and whispering into his ear, “Hey Matty? You know how this pretty dress you bought me is just so tight, and the material is so thin. It means I can’t exactly wear any underwear.”

“Holy shit,” he muttered, immediately sliding his hand up my thigh to check if I was telling the truth. Soon his hand met my dripping wet pussy, and he dropped to his knees without hesitation.

“Okay my good boy, are you gonna do exactly what I tell you?”

He nodded.

I lifted the hem of my dress further up my thighs until my cunt was visible. Matty was almost drooling, staring like a man starved. His desperation overcame all fear of being caught. He looked up through his thick eyelashes and blinked. “Please let me taste you,” he whispered.

“Oh baby, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

He nodded again.

“Use your words please darling,” I prompted.

“Yes, I’m desperate for you babe. Please let me make you feel good.”

“Okay sweet boy, go ahead.”

He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his head between my thighs. He licked a stripe up my centre before settling on my clit, flicking his tongue over it again and again. I put one hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, the other one clenching at his hair. He kept licking and sucking my clit, my arousal dripping down my thighs. One hand gripped at my thigh which was swung over his tattooed shoulder, the other settled on my hip, urging me to grind into his face.

“Yes baby, you’re doing so good for me. You’re so good, sweet boy.”

He moved down and began fucking his tongue in and out of me, his nose hitting my clit with every movement. I continued to thrust against his mouth, hand gripping his hair tighter.

I could feel myself nearing the edge, and the temptation was becoming too much for Matty as he reached down to palm himself through his jeans, moaning loudly as he did so. The vibration caused the tension in my stomach to break and I came hard, screaming his name, no longer caring who could hear me.

When I came down from my high, I removed my leg from Matty’s shoulder and tugged my dress back down over my thighs. I looked down to see him looking up at me, starry eyed, his mouth and nose glistening with my juices. I crouched down to his level, pushing the hair out of his eyes, swiping away the wetness on his face with my thumb, before touching his lip gently, causing him to open his mouth and suck my thumb softly, tasting me. I pressed a kiss to his soft lips and he whimpered into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue, making me want more of him.

“I want to make you feel good now baby. Will you let me?” He nodded at me and stood up, leaving me on my knees. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers. He was painfully hard and a bead of precum was forming on his tip. “You’re so beautiful, Matty,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. He smiled softly, but I could tell he was desperate to be touched.

I slowly licked over his tip, making him groan out, his hands instantly tangling up in my hair. I didn’t let him take control, however. I took his tip into my mouth and continued to swirl my tongue around it. He was whimpering now, his hands clenching into fists full of my hair. I took more of him into my mouth, before licking a stripe up the thick vein on his cock, from his base all the way to his tip.

I settled into a steady rhythm of bobbing my head up and down on Matty’s cock, gagging slightly every so often when his tip hit the back of my throat. He was panting heavily, moans slipping through his lips. I pulled off for a second, looking up at him. “Quiet, baby boy. You wouldn’t want anyone to find us, would you?” He shook his head. “Are you gonna cum for me now my good boy?” This time he nodded.

“Please please Y/N, I need to cum, I’m so close.”

I wrapped my lips back around him and started bobbing up and down again, stopping briefly to suck on his tip and flick my tongue over his slit to taste his salty precum. Deepthroating him a few more times, I settled on his tip, using my right hand to stroke around the thick base of his cock and my left to give his balls a firm squeeze. This sent him over the edge and he released with a loud moan. Spurt after spurt of his warm, thick cum landed on my tongue, filling my mouth. I swallowed, before a few more spurts landed in my mouth. This time I held it on my tongue, before standing up, he gesturing for Matty to open his mouth, and spitting his own cum onto his tongue. He swallowed eagerly and I laughed.

“You did so good for me Matty. I love you so much, darling.”

I helped him pull his boxers and trousers back up, before planting a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck, and I laid my cheek against his dark curls, running my fingers up and down his back. “You’re so beautiful Matty, you did so good for me my good boy.”

He sighed happily into the crook of my neck, pulling me tighter against him. We stood there for about ten minutes before going to find the other boys, safe in each others arms.

A/N: Ah this was kinda my first sub!matty fic, I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think, requests are open!

[stvharrngton]

Hi kyrie!!!! 💖

Okay but karaoke night with Steve. You both dress a little snazzy, you’ve got a sinfully short black dress and he’s wearing a button down that hugs his biceps an obscene amount. a lil chest hair poking out of the top. just a peek. and you’re at a karaoke bar and the tipsier you both get the more raucous the singing, the more into each other’s space- sharing the mic, him pulling you into his lap for a duet, he can’t help but hold onto the plush of your thighs as you sway to the music.

I just imagine him getting handsier with every drink/shot, until he’s breathing in your ear “need you baby, please” and he pulls you outside behind the bar and you can feel the humming of music against your back as he pushes you against the wall, both of your moans covered by the noise inside, and his hands are sliding up your thighs to pull your underwear to the side, and when he kneels down to kiss at your core he feels your knees trembling so he says “here, baby, let me-“ and he pulls both of your legs over his shoulders and you lean back against the wall because the boy may be scrawny but he is STRONG as fuck!!! strong enough to completely support your weight as he’s eating you out to high heaven!! service bottom Steve is so important! 🗣️😵‍💫🫶

naw please you can’t just say things like this and put them in my inbox i’m 😭😭

first off. steve in a shirt yes please first few buttons undone and his chest hair is peaking out, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows fucksjdjsk 😵‍💫

anyway back to the main point i feel like steve doesn’t sing in public unless he’s very tipsy/drunk so the drinks are flowing and you sneak in a few shots because you don’t get to do this often, just you and him, so you want to enjoy yourself and make sure steve does too but him pulling you into his lap and squeezing at your thighs lord please i can’t 😫 and when the last song finishes up it’s some stupid love ballad that you both got way into he’s nosing at your neck and pulling your back to his chest and he’s whispering like ‘you wanna get outta here?’ and ‘want you so bad’ UHHHH

and so he gets you outside and he’s kissing you so dumb and it’s hot and heavy and your skin is on fire even though the air outside is a little chilly you can feel your cheeks heating up so when steve finally kneels down, hooking your underwear to the side and licks a flat stripe up your core you let out the most strained moan and it just encourages steve but you’re shaky and slumped against the wall and you stutter when he tells you to put both your legs over his shoulders because yeah, you know steve is strong and that he loves to manhandle you but the premise of it all is so obscene like. him hoisting you up the wall, legs dangling over his shoulders as he eats you out outside a damn karaoke bar 🫠😳

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 56, 21 mai 1887, Paris. 15. — 1. Toilette de réception. 2. Costume de baby. 3. Costume de fillette. 4. Toilette fantaisie. Modèles de la Maison Lebrun-Vidal et Ce, 104, rue de Richelieu. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Toilette de réception en faille française gris clair et gris foncé. Première jupe, claire, coupée en carreaux par une application de petits galons à picots. Jupe drapée, mi-partie claire et foncée. Draperie du devant, claire, celle de derrière, formant pouf, est relevée en cascade, doublée de faille claire. La jonction est faite par une écharpe de ruban, se nouant à mi-jupe. Corsage plat, foncé, boutonné croisé. Revers clairs, quadrillés de galons à picots. Les manches, bouffantes, sont retenues au milieu par un bracelet, et garnies dans le bas par un quadrillé.

(1) Light gray and dark gray French Faille reception ensemble. First skirt, clear, cut in squares by an application of small picot braids. Draped skirt, half light and dark part. Drapery of the front, clear, that of the back, forming a pouf, is raised in cascade, lined with clear faille. The junction is made by a ribbon scarf, tying mid-skirt. Flat, dark, double-breasted buttoned bodice. Clear lapels, squared with picot braids. The sleeves, puffy, are held in the middle by a bracelet, and trimmed at the bottom by a checkered pattern.

Métrage: 12 mètres faille gris clair, 9 mètres faille gris foncé.

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(2) Costume de baby en nansouk. Jupe volant, brodée en broderie anglaise; encolure ronde, garnie d'une broderie; manches courtes, avec même garniture. Ceinture de ruban, nouée avec un large nœud derrière, autour de la taille.

(2) Nansouk baby costume. Flounced skirt, embroidered in English embroidery; round neckline, trimmed with embroidery; short sleeves, with same trim. Ribbon belt, tied with a large bow behind, around the waist.

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(3) Costume de fillette. Robe en lainage beige très clair. La jupe courte, plissée à large plis, est recouverte par une polonaise, drapée sur le devant et relevée sur le côté, derrière, par une agrafe en passementerie bleue, pour former un léger pouf drapé. Le corsage, collant sans être serré, est coupé dans le haut, devant et derrière, par un haut empiècement de velours bleu. Les manches, droites, sont terminées dans le bas par un haut poignet de velours. Coiffure catogan, souliers Louis XV découverts.

(3) Girl's suit. Very light beige woolen dress. The short, pleated skirt with wide pleats, is covered by a Polonaise, draped on the front and raised on the side, behind, by a clip in blue trimmings, to form a light draped pouf. The bodice, tight without being restrictive, is cut in the top, in front and behind, by a high yoke of blue velvet. The straight sleeves are finished at the bottom with a high velvet wrist. Ponytail hairstyle, Louis XV shoes uncovered.

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(4) Toilette d'intérieur en lainage de deux teintes, même couleur. Première jupe, très plissée, rayée en travers, avec panneau devant. Seconde jupe très drapée, ouverte sur le devant, retombant en pointes sur la première jupe. Panneau enlevé sur le côté, la draperie se continuant en pouf derrière. Corsage à pointe, garni de velours en revers, laissant paraître une petite broderie blanche. Chemisette-plastron, bouillonnée, retenue par des barrettes en velours, avec col semblable; même garniture autour de la tunique. Manches unies, coupées sur le dessus, pour laisser paraître un crevé de surah semblable à la chemisette. Nœud de surah sur l'épaule gauche.

(4) House dress in two-tone wool, same color. First skirt, very pleated, striped across, with panel in front. Second very draped skirt, open on the front, falling in points on the first skirt. Panel removed on the side, the drapery continuing as a pouf behind. Pointed bodice, trimmed with velvet on the reverse, revealing a small white embroidery. Chemisette-plastron, bubbled, held by velvet bars, with similar collar; same trim around the tunic. Plain sleeves, cut on the top, to reveal a burst of surah similar to the chemisette. Surah bow on the left shoulder.

Métrage: 4 mètres lainage rayé, grande largeur; 6 mètres lainage uni plus foncé, grande largeur; 3 mètres surah.

[johnslittlespoon]

OHH yeah baby just realized i must plan Something for halloween in tough and sweet... the possibilities??

i'm thinking like. john dragging gale to a pride/halloween rave festival thing in the big city that ken invites curt and the two of them to for a double date of sorts?? big city + queer rave = not having to be closeted for one night. baby's first queer event, first time seeing happy gay couples out and about! ouch! </3 + john purposefully dressing like a little Whore (affectionate) to get gale riled up?? 😼

it's a halloween rave, aka an excuse to get creative and skimpy with costumes, so hear me out: playboy bunny john with whiskers and a bunny nose drawn on his face with glow in the dark markers. bunny ears on a headband that's buried beneath his wild curls, a fluffy bunny tail clipped to the back of his skirt (?!!1/1 gale would short circuit c'mon), pretty black choker and striped thigh highs and his scuffed up converse sighhhh

gale in a white button up shirt and black slacks and black combat boots for a casual magician look to match john's bunny look, y'know magician and his rabbit vibe. the top few buttons of his shirt undone and gale's tats showing thru the open fabric, sleeves rolled up because it gets hot with all the bodies and dancing, the magician cape ending up around john's shoulders when they're walking back to their car afterwards because he gets chilly as he cools down

curt and ken stay at ken's childhood home, and john and gale get a hotel room for the night so they don't have to drive back from the city so late since it's like an hour and a half drive... so yk. hotel sex :) i feel insane i need to write Faster and More

[lucawrites11]

hei! bonus content

frøya's wardrobe

👕 t-shirts and tops edition 👕

ingrid has a real focus on making sure frøya is dressed like a kid in clothes that she can move and play in. she loves oversized clothing herself but that's a trip hazard for frøya and it restricts her movement. she also wants to make sure that she has some style but isn't dressed like an adult because she's not one - this is the kind of style

also frøya for this wardrobe is for when she's between ten and twenty months old which is around this big. it's a weird age when they are in-between walking and talking and losing the healthy (and very cute) baby chubb so they aren't quite toddlers and aren't quite babies so they are kind of in a weird phase... they can be around this size but every baby is different

okay as as result of being influenced by ingrid's own style, frøya's t-shirts are often block colours for two purposes. acting as a base layer for dungarees and dresses in winter and to make them appropriate

both long sleeve and short sleeve allow outfits for summer and winter with layering and ingrid prefers to use the neutral colours, she's probably with the only parent out there that dresses her child in white with very little fear, but she also uses the pastels particularly pink occasionally

however she doesn't only use t-shirts with simple shapes and colours. she also adds dimension to outfits with t-shirts like this

in the one of the left she prefers that in neutral colours, paired with a dungarees or dress it adds more shape and looks cute. the stripes work amazingly when paired with plainer dungarees to make the outfit more interesting

t-shirt like the one on the left, ingrid loves in winter. it looks great with a pair of jeans and is very stylish. the one on the right is more something that frøya loves when she sees it in the shops and ingrid let's her wear it with a pair of plainer shorts in the summer. it's especially good when it's really warm.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

on the pwotr pals discord, This prompt was brought up, about drawing your oc staring into a mirror before and after the trauma a la undertale 'its you!/despite everything its still you.'

i dont have the time to draw it, as much as i thought about it for the whole day, but i managed to write out what the visuals in my head, and it ended up fairly prose-y so here! young Celia vs almost thirty Celia<3 most of the latter is under the cut<3

It's you!

A young girl, barely 10, stands in front of a bathroom mirror, her shoulders barely making into the reflection, her body taking up so little of the mirror. On the top of mirror, foam letters spell out 'Mama + Celia + Cecio' in an arch.

The girls shoulder length golden hair is loose and the front tucked behind her ears. Her face is thinner than that of most her age, the first indications that she will inherent her mothers strong jawline already visible, but she still has some baby fat clinging to her face. Her eyes are wide, showing large golden Irises, unnatural white pupils large as she takes in her reflection.

Her face is devoid of scars, and so are the arms she has folded leaning on the sink as she stares at herself, smile on her face.

She's wearing a striped cotton dress, collar and sleeves edged with cheap machine lace, and a strip of fabric inserted in the original shoulder seams to cover her bony shoulders.

On her shoulder rests a large hand, the same skin tone as the girls, covered in scars and callouses, short nails coated in bright nail polishes. The hand is gentle on the girls shoulder, a golden curl falling into frame far above it.

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Despite everything, it's still you.

The same mirror that the little girl once was so dwarfed by is now filled with a giant person, head tilted down to enter the frame, and while their broad shoulders are slumped they are still cut off by the edge of the mirror.

Golden curls cascade down the person's back, and over their shoulders, all different lengths. No baby fat remains, leaving behind a strong jaw and cheekbones, face littered with large and small scars, all glittering gold under the warm bathroom lights.

Large eyebrows are furrowed over tired eyes, large golden irises partially hidden under droopy eyelids, with pupils reduced to pinpricks of white. Lips painted gold, shimmering too under the light, left resting neutrally, but the downwards tilt of their cupids bow leaves them looking sorrowful all the same.

The figure is clothed in a wrap top, bandage sized red material tight around the muscular body, and the lower parts disappearing under their red trousers. Their bare arms and other exposed patches of skin are also covered in scars, glittering across their large frame, speaking of a lifetime of injuries gained in less than two decades.

Where the foam letters had spelled out the members of their family, none remain, only outlines that have persevered over time, the faint marks that make up the 'Mama + Celia' obscured by the figures head.

there is an empty space that lingers around the edges of the mirror, something absent, even as so much space is taken up.

[noxexistant]

Andrew Keenan Bolger- Big clothes. Cottagecore. Dungarees with sunflowers or mushrooms embroidered on them (he likes the big pockets). Big sweaters that bunch up at his hips (it helps hide his malnourishment). Hear me out- he totally wears thigh highs and either Docs or high top converse (either knockoffs or stolen) that Jack has painted on. He also has a small collection of snapbacks that Albert swiped for him. It’s a thing they do. Albert takes one from the hat shop every time they go to the mall.

Zachary Sayle- Will wear anything and everything pastel. A firm believer in ‘fuck your gender roles’ and ‘clothing has no gender’. Still wears big clothes, but is oddly stylish. Desperately wants to wear platform boots but knows it’s impossible because he’s too fkin clumsy (lbr just being on crutches would not stop him, but this boy knows he would d i e on platforms too)

Andy Richardson- Doesn’t have a preference on what’s actually on the clothes. He just wants stuff that relatively fits. He doesn’t want anything that’s too tight. He’s worn clothes that were too small and he got even more of those looks. The pity in people’s eyes when they see just how small he is. He prefers clothes that are too big, but will wear anything that isn’t skin tight.

Matthew Duckett- Wants to look tough desperately. He and Albert have matching sk8r boy outfits. I’m talking the long-sleeved striped undershirts with either a plain or graphic tee overshirt. Mismatching socks, and ratty, torn up sneakers. He has a collection of stolen goods from Albert as well, except his is pins, which he wears proudly on his bags. Which he turns into a weapon when the need arises. 

Also they all will wear a skirt or dress in solidarity for his mtf trans friends

these are so sweet i love theeeem 😭

this is very specific but i tend to imagine the actor-specific modern characters in the specific era of when their portrayal took place. so, like, akb’s crutchie is in like 2011/2012. and i always picture their fashion (and details like hobbies and technology) to match - it truly feels anachronistic for akb’s crutchie to have anything more modern than anything andrew himself had in any of that behind the scenes content. like, that boy cannot have anything more current than a beat-up iphone 4. matthew duckett’s the only one who gets to be Current.

i definitely see akb crutchie in a lot of knit and crochet, big knitted jumpers under dungarees, jackets borrowed from the others that don’t fit at all (especially, like, letterman style jackets from race and albert). his converse are drawn all over with sharpie and biro by everyone including him along with jack’s lil paintings, the laces are filthy and frayed and don’t match, and the shoes themselves are an inch from death, near as old as he is. he likes fun socks, especially very bright ones, and usually mismatches them because he just does not care - and that includes long socks, though they tend to frustrate him because they never stay up on his legs. catch him leaning against his crutch and making frustrated noises as he wrenches his socks back up, though at a point he’ll just let them be half-scrunched down his shins.

zach crutchie has never worn trousers in his life and will not start. it’s shorts all the way, baby. he also really likes the practicality of skirts. anything but trousers is just way easier to get dressed in without the motility of his leg, and more fun to make outfits out of. he loves fun button-down shirts. he likes beanies, and he has unquestionably worn a flower crown (it was the style at the time!). he also totally tries to get fun shoes to make up for the lack of platforms - although, if he was in a wheelchair, he would be able to wear platforms. that is a big chunk of his desire to get a wheelchair. mobility? sure, cool, whatever, but getting to have more fun with how he dresses? let’s go.

andy crutchie’s clothes reflect insecurity. he dresses very soft and non-threatening, and very plainly, like he’s trying to blend in. collared shirts under oversized jumpers to try and bulk him up a bit, always trousers - with a belt around the waist cinched in tight to keep them in place, because he wants them big but then they never fit, and plenty of layers. he tends to wear shoes without laces because having to manually lift his paralysed leg to tie his laces frustrates him, so he likes imitations of those slip-on vans. he also likes hats, beanies pulled low on his head that he can sort of hide in, and they help keep him warm - he’s always cold. he likes borrowing people’s jackets.

matthew crutchie loves graphics. he has so many stupid t-shirts he got from thrift stores, as do race and jack - they go hunting for them together, and compete to see who can find the dumbest ones, with a strict rule that whoever sees the shirt first has dibs on buying it (but they then give the shirts to each other anyway, if it’s something they know one of the others would love. race has a “best grandma ever” shirt that crutchie gave him that he thinks is hilarious). he loves pins and embroidery and patches, anything to customise stuff as his, especially since it’s all secondhand and he makes it last as long as it physically can. that being said, he still rarely gets around to fixing stuff (his dungarees in uksies are broken) so most of his clothes and shoes have holes in them or the sole coming away or other little “quirks”. he always brings a hat out with him but it usually ends up shoved in one of his pockets, and he’s the type to triple-knot his laces and then stub them so they just always stay tied and he can toe his shoes on and off.

also, bonus: owen stringer crutchie is the one who’s especially desperate to look tough. he’s the definition of the skater boy style, lots of layers, bulking himself up. baggy trousers that are so long he has to cuff them rather than it just being a stylistic choice. lots of hoodies, all of which are miles too big, many of which are stolen from other boys (especially albert). the edges of his sleeves are always frayed, he’s cut thumb holes in some sleeves. and he wears a lot of jewellery, cheap rings and necklaces, in another imitation of tough guy styles.