#the top hat and the collar especially

[frederickkittens]

Sweet lolita through the years

Part 2

2005-2008 (ish) “midschool” sweet

Moving out of the oldschool era we start to see sweet Lolita becoming more like we know it today. While solid color mainpieces and simpler styling were still common, printed pieces and more accessories were becoming more popular.

This transitional period between oldschool and the iconic 2010s ott era is often left out in conversations about Lolita history despite it really having its own interesting trends.

In general this era was very glamorous in its trends- gyaru was a huge influence on the trends and you can absolutely see that influence.

This is the period where balancing colors and having elaborately themed coords started. Brands really started to have their own styles and identities.

As a sort of in between of heavy prints and solids appliqué prints and screen prints were very popular at the time. Brands put a lot out and the community caught onto this trend very quickly

I also often see coords from the early part of this era mislabeled as oldschool despite them already being quite modern. I do think there’s overlap, especially around 2005-2006 but familiarizing yourself with the styling differences makes it pretty easy to see the differences. The “new” way of coording at the time was far more sweet, more elaborate, more detailed, and more accessorized. THIS is the period where tea parties, modern usakumya designs, baby’s heart bags, and many other iconic designs that are often labeled as oldschool were made. Mislabeling them as oldschool both harms the ability to properly emulate oldschool and erases the history of the transitional period between then and the ott era. Wrist cuffs were also becoming common place at this point.

Printed socks started to become both more elaborate and more popular though lace topped otks stayed pretty common and popular in this period.

Jewelry got more detailed and cutesy. Plastic jewelry started to become more common, however more detailed metal jewelry was the majority of what you’ll see. Jewelry and socks that matched the motifs of dresses started to become the standard at this point.

Other accessories were very varied though mini Alice bows were really the most popular and common. A lot of fun and experimental headpieces like plastic headbands, mini hats, and the always iconic napayoshi bunny bonnet were made in this time.

Novelty bags and heavily printed totes also started to become more common and popular. Strangely it seems that plush animal bags fell out of popularity until the tail end of this era moving into the ott craze. Printed hand bags were the most popular, but some shaped novelty bags were still made- especially towards the end of this period.

This is one of the first Lolita eras where hair and makeup became a big part of styling a coord. With the popularization of gyaru you could see many influences in how Lolita’s did their hair and makeup both in this period and in the 2010s. Though the makeup was simpler and typically didn’t veer into full gyaru territory until the later part into the 2010s

More accessories like wrist cuffs, faux collars, brooches, gloves and little chains that clipped from one jsk strap to the other were seen at this time too. Faux fur in details was extremely popular with some brands even including fur trims on their mainpieces. Pearls, polkadots, charms, and florals were all also rampant.

Motifs were all over the place at the time but some of the most popular / common were: poodles, cakes / sweets, polkadots, Alice / card / trumps, berries, crowns, cats, houndstooth, florals, and crowns!

Thanks so much for reading, if you’re interested in reading more see: part 1 part 3

[catdia]

Grayson with a Chubby S/o

she met you in the undercity, you were introduced to each other by Vander in his bar.

you were the new bartender

Grayson never expected a goddess behind the counter instead of the usual Vander. She only ever came strictly for business

but something about the way you smiled at patrons while serving drinks, the sway of your wide hips as you carried beers to tables, hand stuffing tips inside your cleavage, knocking the teeth out of a guy that touched you too friendly for your liking made her become a regular

she prayed in her office everyday that some idiot for the Undercity would make a scene in Piltover so that she could report it to Vander

Grayson was daydreamed about you. having your full figure pressed against hers as you pointed at which drink you liked most on the menu

how beads of sweat rivered down your breasts after lifting new inventory

your dirty mouth as you cursed out customers that didn’t pay or Vander for not giving you a proper 15 minute break at rush hour

the way you squished her biceps and felt her muscles she worked hard to maintain as you greeted her

you never charged her for the drinks she got, but always found the same amount on the table when she left

you called her your “favorite enforcer” while giving her the finger. Grayson loved your fire

on countless occasions did she watch you fight of enforces that were violent to innocent bystanders. they were left bruised to the bone. whatever punishment that she had in mind was far to kind next to your bloody one

her fellow comrades feared you more than Vander in many ways. You were cruel to the strong and protective to the weak

making a name for yourself both in Piltover and The Lanes

when you first got acquainted you thoughtthat she was there for you

“In my defense your buddies got what was coming to them. I don’t especially like child beaters. And good thing that I only just broke a leg. And not a neck.”

“I’m not here for you. I have to speak with Vander.”

you were in love the first moment she took off her oxygen mask. and what a voice. a beautiful woman with bird like features. what you’ll do to be trapped in her claws…

you poured her a drink, leaning over the wide oak counter. pushing your breasts up. watching her eyes roam your skin

“Ohh — what a bummer. I would have loved to be dragged to Stillwater by such a lovely thing as yourself. You enforcers tend to be on the— What’s the word? Ah! Brutish side.”

“If it weren’t for your connections to Vander you would have been arrested by now. And if it wasn’t me, you’ll be right on your way to a life long sentence. But between you and me, we can always use more people to shallowout the bad apples.” she said taking a gulp of her drink. smiling at you with her lovely lips.

she introduced herself as Officer Grayson. shaking your hand with a gentle grip. what a powerful woman. and how you craved that

“I like you Officer Grayson. Let me get The Hound for you right quick.”

you saw that she was a decorated officer by the silver and gold on her uniform. Rifle secured on her back

you loved her uniform, constantly flirting with her by fixing her collar and stealing her enforcer hat

saying you like women in blue

“Tell me Sheriff, does its ever come off?”

you asked, now on your 5th drink. running your hands over Grayson’s jacket. playing with the small medals she had hanging from it

“For you my dear, it will come off in a heartbeat.”

she is a romantic. waited months before even kissing you. you thought she didn’t take the hint with the constant flirting

Grayson just wanted to properly court you, giving you extra large tips and bringing gifts from top side as peace offerings

gifting you fresh roses in marble vases

dancing with you at the bar as love songs were playing

lifting you of the ground (which made you extremely horny) in order to spin you in her arms and dip you into a kiss.

but once all formalities were left aside you jumped her bones on a slow night. you closed The Drop early one evening when Vander was away on smuggling business

she this time came to scold you about the the guns you stole from the Kiramman’s trade ship.

“Do you know what have you done?! The guns you stole are worth more than money. It’s the skin on my back that is going to —“

you shut her up with a kiss. you knew about her connections. you just wanted an excuse for her to come down for YOU. not herself hiding behind a stupid purse snatching to come and speak to your boss as a buffer to get your attention

stripping her uniform of as you pushed her on a tableless booth. thanking Sevika for breaking the table when she landed on it amidst a gambling brawl

“You r-really know how to get out of trouble.”

having Grayson’s legs over your shoulders as you eat away at her cunt. Her hand on top of your head, shirt unbuttoned. Moaning as you lapped her clit. Each breast in one of your palms

Grayson’s head hitting the wall behind the plush leather cushions. a glass of whiskey on the other hand

legs intertwined and cunts touching. rocking against your bodies until your clits throbbed. gasping for air between kisses. cumming on each other’s sex

Grayson wanted to get you out of The Lanes as soon as possible. out of the violence and toxicity

even though you were a beacon of light. caring for the children of the streets and a shoulder to cry on when the hardness of the underground was too much to bare

calls you darling, love, angel, dove

you make fun of her cigarette mom voice

Grayson is a big gift giver, she is the head of the enforcers and that means she makes big girl money

you can expect everything from clothing, jewelry, lavish spa days you name it

“For you, my love”

Grayson wrapped a gold and emerald necklace around your throat. you have never experienced such luxury before

you bagged yourself a sugar mommy

gave you a massive diamond ring when she proposed to you

you had a small wedding in The Last Drop. only very close friends were present. once the news got out that Grayson married a woman from the under city she was met with whisperers, and for a long time hesitation from other enforcers

Marcus was especially pissed that his commander was meddling with the undecity

but once he saw you bringing lunch to Grayson and extra for her subordinates he developed a FAT crush on you. Grayson has caught him more than once looking at your ass as you walked away

you laughed at Grayson’s poor excuse of hiding her jealousy. always touching and kissing her in front of her acquaintances to show your loyalty to her

even the council questioned her decision of your marriage. you were like oil and water to the outside world

“With no disrespect Councilors, but what happens in my bed doesn’t limit my ability to protect this city.”

Grayson once needed to pull you out of the councilors office because you may or may not have tried to choke Salo to death because of a comment he made against your lady

Mel developed respect for you. she occasionally invited you for tea and talked about social troubles between the two cities

If it wasn’t for you, then the new education and water systems wouldn’t have taken place in The Lanes. making life down there more livable

Grayson equally hates going to Piltovan social events as much as you do. but it’s part of her job to keep the rich socialites entertained

the only highlight of the event was going dress shopping with you. admiring your curves as you walked out in different gowns

she paid for every single one you liked

“You can always wear it for me at home, darling.” was her excuse

she looked ever so exquisite in the two piece suits. always color coordinated with your dress.

Grayson got bombarded by half assed praise for keeping the “trenchers” at bay. While you got ignorant questions about your uprising

you always found each other in outdoor balconies. Sipping on good champagne and looking at the shadows of Piltover

you eventually met little Caitlyn. An excellent shot and even more excellent character.

both of you trained under your wife in the art of gunmanship

Grayson taught you how to properly assemble, clean and shoot a rifle/guns

chest pressed against your back, both hand holding your gun filled ones. Staring at a blue and red bullseye. Fingers slowly descending to your abdomen, then hips.

“Now, dove, the only thing more important than a bullet is the gun in which it’s shot from. And for the gun, the only thing more important than its bullet is the purpose of which its fired.”

every solo training session end with one of you backed into a tree with your legs spread by the other

you’ve had sex in her office countless of times. Covering each other mouths while fingering your pussies.

her nose feels sooo good when you sit on her face. Grayson makes sure to grab your lower tummy fat as a form of restraint to keep you on her.

you definitely play cops and robbers. but roles reversed. You tie her up with her handcuffs in bed. naked with her enforcer hat on your head.

she has a home gym. you constantly drop in on her doing weight training and pull ups. watching her pull her shirt up to wipe off her face sweat, happy trail on her lower abs

she flexes her arms at you, you call her your sexy lady

loves seeing you in silk dress pajamas. the smooth shinny fabric hugging the crescents of your tummy and back

talked about having a family a few years before officially retiring, in which you’ll happy carry a child for her

Grayson definitely wants you to join the enforcers. you wanted to slap the shit out of her when she asked. but instead you laughed at her face, believing it was a joke.

it wasn’t. she left the acceptance letter and badge on the coffee table. telling you to think about it. how the department needed more people like you. that she couldn’t handle it all herself without you

“What threat did you use to get me in, Gray?” you drank your coffee. now bitter to taste

“Only that my Kiramman friends will pull their funding.”

“And?”

“That I’ll break off the peace with The Hound.”

and with the love and admiration they had for her, you certainly believe it

but the Vander one? not a chance. he would rather die than break a trust such as this

the night Grayson told you that she was going to make an arrest for the Jayce Talis case you made up your mind.

even if the uniform made your soul itch it was a better choice than doing nothing

you planned on telling her in the morning while having coffee before her shift

now you just stood there, looking at your wife’s white marble bust. at her funeral as her body was being lowered underground

white roses covering her still and cold flesh

little Caitlyn crying on your shoulder, while Marcus didn’t even look at you in the eyes the whole ceremony

you really were starting to believe that the place you once called home was a hell hole

and oh how you wanted it to be burned to the ground

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE ONE : PIZZA DELIVERY !

Starring… PORTGAS D. ACE 📸

SET SCRIPT :

“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”

MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”

DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤

A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.

Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.

Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”

Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.

Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.

Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.

“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.

You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.

“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.

“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”

Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.

Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.

He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”

You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.

“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.

“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”

“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”

While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.

He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.

“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.

He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”

Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.

His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.

Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”

It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.

He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.

Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”

He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.

��Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.

“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.

“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.

Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.

He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.

The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.

“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.

Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”

He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.

Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”

The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.

It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.

You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.

You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.

Oh boy, hopefully he clocked out.

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[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕` Wearing His Clothes`☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Alastor , Lucifer

| ALASTOR |

If Alastor could spend every evening like this, he would. A warm hellish day, a pleasant breeze that made the usual sulphuric smell that lingered in the air tolerable, and most of all, you by his side. The scarlet parasol you carried over your shoulder sifted the dying rays of the sun into a glorious red. If Alastor could devour an image he'd have this walk on a plate.

"Have I ever mentioned how marvelous you are in red?" The static of his voice crackled to life, so did the blood in your cheeks. "Very, very often." You tease, his grin widens. "Oh so not nearly enough."

You were working up a come back when something heavy dropped onto your shoulders. It smelled of chicory and black coffee, it smelled of Alastor. You poked your head up out of a collar, his collar. You stared up at your lover who twirled the parasol you must have dropped in hid hand. Spinning the red refracted light around the both if you like a kelidoscope.

"You are darling in red, I'll have to ring up Rosie to get you one of your own."

"Matching outfits Alastor? Tattoos next?"

"I was thinking rings, but by the by."

Alastor is definitely a possessive character but I don't think that translates at all to you wearing his clothes

He's actually quite protective of them, he's as particular as he is possessive and it has to be some sort of gesture for him to lend it to you

He especially holds off on lending clothes to you if you make it know you like it, just for teasing purposes of course!

He only truly lends you his bow tie or jacket and only, of course, on his terms

He finds it endearing, how flattered or excited you are at something as simple as a coat, though he holds this little secret close to his chest

It's not as fun if you can tease him back!

Due to his more animalistic tendencies/physicality he is particularly sensitive to smell

If you REALLY want to rile him up use his cologne or soap, it might take a day or two but it's impossible not to notice his increase in physical affection

Once he registers that wearing his clothes is another, far more subtle way of having you smell like him he'll be far more generous with lending you garments.

| LUCIFER |

Every few months you cleaned out the closet, Lucifer liked to buy things, you liked to wear things, both of you were terrible for over filling your closet. He was out for a day out with Charlie, which made things easier. You loved him truly but he made tossing things out difficult, it was too pretty or to cute, to sexy for him to part with. He wasn't wrong, he had an excellent eye for picking clothes you liked, but at this rate you'd need to buy a new home to accommodate for the mass amounts of clothes!

It was when putting the keeps back when you noticed it, his hat. A hat you both loved and hated, the golden snake around its brim gleaned in the light. You snatched it from the shelf at the top of the closet. Your surprised he didn't bring it today, he wore it always, especially when with Charlie. You wondered if she liked it, or if she liked it when she was a kid and bright colours were like moths to light.

You step over to stand in front of the floor length mirror. It felt like a normal hat, of beautiful craftsmanship of course, but just a normal hat. You couldn't see why he was obsessed with the thing. You felt a little silly wearing it, you felt even sillier when a snort sounded from behind you.

"Oh so that's where my hat went"

He thinks it's cute!!

He's confident so he doesn't see any real need to mark or claim you, he knows he loved you, and he knows you love him just as much!

Absolutely pleased to lend you clothes!

If it becomes a habit of yours he even goes out of his way to pick up clothes he thinks both of you will like

Turns into a fun shopping activity!

Be fully prepared for him to start stealing your clothes too though this is a two way street

Maybe it's for the best too he's got no style let's be honest

Absolutely tortures you if he discovers you think it's hot, wears your clothes out, wears your clothes in private, when your on a date

Good luck, they're pretty much his now

No hiding if you dress more feminely either he's not afraid of rocking a mini skirt

The act itself doesn't do anything but seeing you so excited about it?? That does it for him

[a-b-riddle]

What do you think the 141 boys would do with a reader who loves animals. Im not saying in the "aww theyre so cute" way, im saying that they see a homeless (and homeless could mean wondering the streets even if they have a collar on) and she just wants to take it home. Have you seen that guy on tick tock who trained the seagull? She'd do that but with every bird that flys by her window. Mice? She says your welcome as long as she protects her food a little extra careful. She refuses to hurt them or "scare" them in any way so using traps to catch "vermin" is a no go and she will cry just thinking about it!

Sorry, thank you for reading I love your writings x

Johnny jokes about you being a princess to his family when you first met them. It’s not until a sweet singing bird comes to sit on your shoulder did they realize he was serious. When you found out his Da had been using inhumane traps in his barn, Johnny couldn’t resist those tears. So he set it up where they were just repelled instead of killed. His Da pitched a fit, but Johnny promised to cover the cost.

Kyle is 100% on board with going vegan with you when you said you wanted to try it. The two of you spent countless hours in the kitchen, but what never really worked were cheese alternatives… so you settled on vegetarian, which worked out great. Both of you loved Indian food and not every dish needed meat… but then… no more sushi. You were disappointed in yourself for being able to only settle for pescatarian, but Kyle reminded you of that pescatarian is still good. He is just proud that you’re trying.

Price realizes that this is his chance to pull you out of the city and into the country. Get you a house with enough land to get you all the critters your heart desires. Come home with a highland cow courtesy of a Mr. MacTavish? He doesn’t care. He has the money to spend on you. If not handbags and jewelry then eventually something.

Simon doesn’t do pets. He refuses your attempts at wanting to get an animal, especially when the two of you had been trying to conceive. When you fall pregnant, it’s definitely a hard no. But your hormones make you cry at the drop of a hat. Seeing stray animals is bad, but roadkill is worse. Simon covers your eyes anytime you’re about to pass a dead animal on the side of the road. When you had come across a large dog one time, Simon had turned the car around after you wouldn’t stop crying to put it in the boot of the car and take it back home to give it a proper burial. He didn’t judge you about petting the deceased dog. Crying over an animal that wasn’t even worse. The next day he comes home with a floppy-eared german shepherd puppy. “Figured the two of them could grow together.” He shrugs, placing the puppy in front of you before kissing the top of your head.

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.⋆｡Continuing The Bloodline｡⋆.

Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader

An incident with a dryer, a knitted hat and your mother-in-law’s prying questions leads to something great.

Warnings: ssmut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, size kink, slight reference to murder, fluff, cream pie, no prep

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

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Halloween Celebration

The rain had been relentless over the past week, constantly battering at the windows and providing a comforting white noise through the house. Hoyt had decided after the second straight day of downpour that he would hole up at the station, saying he needed space away from his brother and his ‘whore’ but you knew that it was because Luda Mae wouldn’t let him smoke in the house, even if the porch was temporarily out of commission from the rain.

You were honestly happy with the whole situation, given that most of your jobs involved being in the garden all day or helping down at the gas station and your husband spent most of his free time in the basement, you finally had the chance to just relax together. 

You hummed as you pulled the laundry out of the dryer you somehow convinced the family to buy, placing each piece of clothing lovingly into your basket. “Oh no.” You muttered, picking up the pink beanie that you had knitted which had evidently ended up in the dryer by accident. It was now a quarter of the size it was when you had first made it with your mother-in-law’s assistance.

Sighing, you placed it at the top of the pile before propping the basket on your hip and making your way upstairs. “Y/N, is the laundry done?” The last step creaked as you stepped on it.

“Yes ma’am. Although I accidentally shrunk the hat we made.” You approached the older woman with the now tiny hat after putting the laundry basket down on the dining room table. Luda Mae smiled as softly as she could while taking it from your hands.

“Would ya look at that, it’s barely big enough for a baby.” She looked from the hat back up to you. “When are you and Thomas gonna give me some grandbabies, this would be perfect for them. You know you two have a duty to keep this family going.” Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought of carrying Thomas’s baby.

It wasn’t uncommon for Luda Mae to suggest an expansion of the Hewitt family, especially since your wedding almost a year ago but you hadn’t seriously considered it until recently. Imagining your giant of a husband over you, pumping you full over and over again, forcing you to cum on his thick cock as he bred you- it was too much and if you thought about it for longer than a minute, you would soak your panties through. 

You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked away. “We haven’t really talked about it. I’m not actually sure if Tommy even wants kids.” There was a pause, then the overwhelming presence of your husband appeared behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and met his wide blue eyes. 

Luda Mae smirked as Thomas snatched the hat from her hand, not even bothering to berate him for being rude. You opened your mouth to question him but only a squeak escaped your lips as you suddenly found yourself hoisted over his broad shoulder, watching as Luda Mae disappeared around a corner, muttering to herself about a visit to town. 

You bounced against his muscular back as your husband took the stairs two at a time in his haste to return to your shared bedroom. The door slammed shut behind you with so much force that the walls shook. “Thomas!” His name was forced from your lungs in a gasp as he threw you onto your perfectly made bed.

He growled at you in response and held up the small beanie with a surprising amount of care. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What?” He shook the hat but you still didn’t understand him, so he took another route.

You let out a yelp as he grabbed your shirt collar and tugged, ripping the fabric in two, exposing your naked chest to his hungry gaze. “Thomas!” But he ignored your cry, his huge hands now fiddling with your belt to pull your jeans down your soft legs. His eyes were wild with lust, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe through his mask.

You attempted to wiggle away but his hands clamped down on your ankles and pulled. Your clothed pussy met the bulge of his cock. Thomas loomed over you, the mass of his body blocking out the light from the small bulb above the bed. 

His eyes stayed locked onto yours as he placed his left hand onto your plush lower stomach, letting you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring. “Do you want to have a baby with me?” You asked softly, making him nod enthusiastically. 

Heat raced through your veins, settling between the apex of your thighs. “Right now?” He responded by shucking down his own pants just enough to release his thick cock. Pre-cum beaded on the end of his uncut length, he was throbbing almost violently at the thought of finally doing his husbandly duty.

Rain pelted the windows of the bedroom as you watched your husband wait for consent. His muscles were wound tight like a predator waiting to strike and you wondered if this is what his victims saw moments before they met their demise. And for some reason, it was fucking hot.

You gingerly placed your left hand onto his own, your wedding rings hitting each other with a soft clink as you applied more pressure to your stomach. “Get me pregnant Tommy.” 

His chest rumbled as he hooked a fat thumb into your ruined panties, yanking them to the side. You had barely a moment to fill your lungs before it was punched out of you with a single, brutal thrust. 

The scream you let out was barely even human, it was feral and raw and it drove your husband past the brink of insanity. He didn’t even wait until you adjusted to the massive heft of his cock, he just started moving, desperate to fill you up with every last drop of his cum.

He grabbed the soft fat of your legs and pushed them up, pinning your knees as close to your chest as he could get. Thomas thrust downwards, the fat head of his cock hitting your cervix with each roll of his thick hips. “Please! Want your babies!”

His fingers dug into the back of your legs as his pace somehow became more frantic. You clung to him like it was the only thing you knew how to do as you thrashed on the mattress. Pleasure was turning your mind hazy, words spilling from your lips. “Tommy! Make me pregnant!” Your nails dug into his still clothed back, forcing a pleasured hiss from his lips.

Black hair hung over his face, brushing against your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you, he could not bear even an inch of space between you, not when he was so desperately trying to give you the one thing that you were begging for. 

Your body seized as the tension in your belly finally snapped. Your vision whited out and you howled, clawing at your husband who continued to thrust, working you through your high and sending you headfirst into another.

His cock throbbed violently in your fluttering cunt, he was dangerously close. “Tommy.” You moaned through your gasping breaths. “Fill me up, give me your babies.” 

Thomas’s head dropped to the crook of your neck as he pushed into one final time before heat spread through your stomach. He clung to you as tightly as he could, letting your legs fall to his hips. You both stayed like that for a while, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, his body covering yours as you caught your breath.

“Ya know, it might take a few tries.” His laugh came out as more of a huff against the cooling skin of your neck. You kissed his temple and ran your hands through his hair as he wound his arms around your thick waist, holding you as close as he could.

You hoped that next year, you would have a little Thomas in your arms and maybe another one on the way. Like Luda Mae said, it was your duty to carry on the Hewitt name.

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DAY 2: Two Turtle Doves

☃️A Holly Jolly Wayne Gala☃️

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Tinsel strung along each wall of the ridiculously lavish venue.

But that's exactly what to expect from a Wayne gala. Extravagance and luxurious.

A plethora of waiters carry different trays, with festive treats and holiday-themed cocktails. You remain near the bar, nursing a Shirley Santa, which is just a regular, rosy Shirley Temple, with salt around the rim to represent the fluff on Santa Clause's hat.

The live band continues to play music, low and festive that seems to drown out in the presence of the chatter between social elites, various red dresses, tailored suits and expensive scents seem to blend together.

At least when compared to that smell of strong, Moroccan coffee that seems to cling to one of Bruce Wayne's wards, particularly the twink one.

Inky hair in an undercut, unsually shaky hands and the ghosts of eyebags below cerulean pools. An almost girlishly pretty face, as he grabs what looks like his third mug of coffee for the evening.

"You know, coffee's not good for a growing boy."

Tim glances at you, maybe an inch or two taller, not by much, and from this distance, you can see glimpses of his lean physique.

Top. Tier. Twink.

"I'm 19." Tim speaks softly, his voice a refreshing, boyish timbre in the cacophony of nasally, and the occasional faux British accent tossed in to imitate class and decorum.

"Men stop growing at like... 21." You chide him gently, before taking the mug from his hand and setting it down beside him, on the table he's leaning against.

He simply stares up at you, big blue eyes locked on your face.

He's not entirely unfamiliar to you, especially since he has a penchant of staring at you whenever he's in the same room as you. Which, seeing as you're interning at Wayne Enterprises, is surprisingly a lot.

In the cafeteria, in the elevator. Almost everywhere. Except the women's bathroom.

Which... now, is kind of crossed out.

"Oh.... shit, please...please... please.... mommy.."

Tim's whines are muffled by your palm, your other hand wrapped around his pretty cock, leaky pink tip occasionally peeking out from your fisted hand with each tentative stroke you give him.

His eyes are half-lidded, hands fisting the fabric of your dress as you press and feather numerous kisses to the curve of his neck, the collar of his shirt untidy and unbuttoned.

"Faster...—please, go faster."

Tim begs, lashes fluttering as your palm glides against the sensitive skin of his shaft, his muscular hips rocking into your hand in a poor attempt to gain more friction, more feeling.

Desperate for that release, that pace you've been denying him.

"You're asking me to go faster but your knees are buckling." You tease him, teeth nipping at his pierced lobe before you pull away, looking down at his slumped form, back pressed against the door of the bathroom stall.

"So pretty." You croon quietly, before capturing his lips in a deep, somewhat sloppy kiss which he immediately returns. Messy, uncoordinated and his hands grasp at your waist,

One of Tim's hands shakily grip the back of your thigh, raising your leg to bracket his hip and he ruts against your hand, eyes fluttered shut as he imagines himself fucking you, rather than your hand.

Your dress rides up, a generous sliver of thigh and a glimpse of your panties visible, a sight that has him moaning into the kiss.

God, he's so pretty.

Fluttering lashes, tears brimming in his pretty blue eyes, a messy undercut and biting his bottm lip each time you pull away to kiss along his jaw.

"Please..." Tim whines softly, the crown of his head falling back against the stall door and he feels his pretty cock twitch needily, beads of precum running down his shaft and dropping down from his tightly drawn balls. "Oh... fuck.."

Your hand clamps tighter over his mouth when the bathroom door opens, and two sets of heels collide with the marble tiles and Tim stares at you, wide-eyed and nervous.

And you can't help it, as your fist slowly continues to move, pumping him and watching the way his face gets warmer and his eyes roll back in his head.

A muffled whimper slips out from behind your hand, stifled by the sound of a tap being opened and Tim jets onto the soft, cottony fabric of your panties, hot cum soaking through the already sodden material and he whines.

"That's it, baby..." You croon sweetly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his face and his neck, his tie a limp ghost of his decency, his knees buckling and his body limp, and lax against the door.

You can feel the way your cum drips from your inner thighs, and Tim's eyes lower to the sight, running his pink tongue along his bottom lip.

"You...— can I clean you up..?" He breathes out. "Please mommy?"

His voice is hoarse, and before you can even answer, he drops to his knees, his hands bracketing your thighs and his nose brushes against your clothed clit, before his tongue darts tentatively.

Licking and smearing his tongue in the cum that coats your panties, dragging his tongue along your soaked folds, cleaning it up and sucking on your folds through the panties.

With each pass of his tongue, dragging up your plush thighs, a shaky breath leaves him.

"You taste so good..." Looking up at you through bleary eyes, his soft cock still twitching, dribbles of cum staining his already inky suit pants and you card your fingers through his silky strands.

And he shudders at the sensation, eyes nearly rolling back in his head when he feels your thigh rest on one of his lean shoulders, watching with wide eyes as you slowly peel your panties to the side, slippery folds just in front of him.

And God, does it feel like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey.

"I think you missed a spot, honey."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Eri Reader x Straw Hats Part 25- Wano Part 2

-It was rough for you, watching the prisoners being hurt, as Ace explained to you that Kaido was trying to break their spirits, which means defeat them by making them bend to his will.

-You saw Luffy working hard, almost like he was racing with Kid, whom you recognized but you couldn’t recall from where exactly- like they were competing with each other.

-Ace knew that Luffy wouldn’t break either, but seeing that collar on him was upsetting to you both, especially when you saw what happened to those if the collars exploded.

-When Luffy was forced into the sumo ring again, being forced to fight alongside an older looking man, Ace knew he needed to step in, knowing that a prison break was going to occur, knowing Luffy’s actions.

-Ace knew he couldn’t risk bringing you with him so he took you to an area away from the prison, “Stay here Y/N- I’m going to get Luffy when he breaks out and we’ll come get you.”

-You were nervous being on your own, but you agreed, giving him a firm nod and he smiled softly, praying that nothing bad would happen to you- as Luffy would never forgive him if something did.

-You laid low, hearing the loud shouts and you were concerned when you heard explosions, worried about your big brothers.

-However, when prisoners started pouring out, escaping and making a run for it, pandemonium occurred, with guards and prisoners clashing, causing mayhem and panic.

-You were scared, being forced out of your hiding place and you had to run, avoiding the fights to find a new hiding place. You saw a large barrel and you ran for it, ducking behind it, your hands over your head as you fought off tears, wanting your big brothers.

-After a while, everything calmed down, much to your relief, but you didn’t see Luffy or Ace, making you worried that something happened or because you weren’t where Ace left you, they couldn’t find you.

-You didn’t know how to get back to your original hiding place, so you were unsure of what to do next.

-Someone crying was what caught your attention next, someone crying so hard, like they had lost something important, making you worried and you looked around until you saw a large tent and you peeked inside, seeing a very tall and round man crying loudly, holding a photograph.

-You felt bad, seeing him crying so hard and you went over to him and tugged on his top lightly. He froze, ready to make some heads roll for someone touching him until he looked down and saw you looking up at him, holding a handkerchief, looking worried, “Are you okay? Why are you crying? You’ll give yourself the hiccups.”

-You just said things you remember your family telling you and his eyes went wide, instantly recognizing you, realizing that you were Y/N- but to see you worrying over him, not wanting him to cry and ready to comfort him, had his heart instantly melting.

-Queen knew the Straw Hats were in Wano, as Luffy’s and Ace’s actions in the prison were proof of that, which meant that you were there too, but for you to come right to him- he couldn’t believe his luck!

-Queen picked you up carefully, holding you in his hands as he brought you closer to his face so he could see you better and he went to speak before you reached out, your little handkerchief dabbing at his tears and instantly he fell to his knees, holding you up like you were a savior as he cried on how pure you were.

-You were a little scared of being so high before you peeked down, “You’re crying again!” your concern was adorable as he held you close, stepping out, “I’m returning- you lot handle this.” his underlings all shouted ‘yes sir’ to him, before they noticed the child in his hands, not realizing who it was.

-Queen looked down at you, after telling you his name as he started to walk, “So why were you in a place like this Y/N?” you looked a little nervous that he knew your name, but he didn’t seem like a bad person, “I lost my big brothers. There was a lot of yelling and fighting and I got scared and ran- now I can’t find them.”

-Queen realized that you must have gotten separated from your brothers in the riot and prison break, which was lucky for him! You then looked up, “Mr. Queen- who was the pretty lady you were crying over?”

-He told you about Komurasaki, who was a beautiful woman in the Flower Capital that he wanted to marry, but he just found out that she was killed by one of Orochi’s retainers.

-Your eyes went huge and sparkly, “You were going to marry her? And have a big wedding?” your enthusiasm was refreshing and adorable, Queen wishes he could have introduced you to Komurasaki.

-You told him of Whole Cake Island, after he asked you how you knew about weddings, and you told him about the giant wedding cake you saw. Queen wasn’t really fond of talking about Big Mom, but you looked so happy talking about at least the wedding cake, so he let it slide.

-When he arrived in Onigashima, he quickly sought out Kaido, who was with Jack, King, and the Tobi Roppo, having a drinking party together before the big party Queen told you they would be having.

-When Queen came in, he beamed, “I have someone to introduce to you all!” he then presented you, holding you out on his hands and eyes went wide all around, seeing Demon Child Y/N, the most heavily wanted person in the world!!

-You were surprised to see all of these different looking people, looking around as you felt a little bit shy, curling a bit on yourself as you managed a tiny wave, “Hi~”

-Instantly many of them were shouting, completely stunned that Queen managed to find you!

-Kaido took you from Queen, lifting you up to look at him and you were in awe, as you had never met someone so tall before, “Will I get big like you when I grow up? My big brother said if I eat all my veggies I’ll get big too!”

-Several of them were quickly clutching their chests at your adorable words before Kaido laughed loudly, “Don’t be silly- you could never be as big as me!”

-You looked down, looking disheartened, “Oh.” And instantly many in the room were yelling at Kaido for hurting your feelings as he was quickly in tears, crying loudly, but Black Maria quickly took you from Kaido, so he wouldn’t hurt you, “THIS IS WHY I’M A BAD FATHER! THIS IS WHY YAMATO DOESN’T LOVE ME!!!”

-You were surprised to see such a large man crying loudly, not realizing that he was drunk.

-Black Maria was cooing softly at you, “You’re so tiny and cute Y/N- you should just stay like this~ so we can admire your cuteness forever!”

-You pouted lightly as she lowered you down so the others could see you as well, “But if I don’t get bigger I won’t get my big girl sword!” as you held up your cross necklace, pulling it out of your kimono to show them.

-Drake, Who’s Who, Sasaki, and Page One all collapsed to the floor, holding their chests on how adorable you were while Black Maria cooed softly, wanting to hug you- you were so cute!

-Black Maria was quickly telling you to call her Mama, which made you confused, “But I already have a mama? Can I have more than one mama?”

-Black Maria knew who you were speaking of, Nico Robin, the only other Straw Hat they were planning on keeping alive, besides you- as they needed her skills for reading the Poneglyphs. Her smile was unsettling, like she had a dark secret, “Don’t worry Y/N- you can call me mama in your own time~”

-Ulti was a little more of a bragger, holding you up after she told you to call her big sister, with Page One being your big brother, which you did, “Behold my adorable little sister!!” while Page One was clapping- happy that he had a little sister as well.

-Kaido then spoke, “Y/N is going to be our guest of honor at the party tonight. King- take her to Yamato- he can watch over his little sister during the preparations.” You were confused, hearing about another big brother as King picked you up, ignoring the whining of Ulti who didn’t want you to go before Queen called out that he would come and get you for the party.

-King was a little intimidating as he carried you, holding you up by his chest, letting you see his wings, “Mr. King your wings are so pretty!” he nearly dropped you, at least to him, as his body wouldn’t let him, shocked by your words, as he never heard anyone say anything like that before as he chuckled softly at you.

-When he brought you into a room, you saw someone wearing a mask, making him look rather scary, as he had shackles on his wrists, “Yamato- this is Y/N- your new little sister. Watch over her until that loudmouth comes for her.”

-Yamato was stunned to learn that he had a little sister, after you were placed down, but seeing that you were scared, he removed his mask, revealing a beautiful person- a woman!

-You came over and Yamato picked you up, giving you a hug to comfort you, smiling broadly down at you, “Nice to meet you Y/N! I’m Yamato- Kaido’s son!”

-You were confused, “But why do you look like a lady?” he wasn’t bothered, as you were a child, giving you a warm grin, “I may have the body of a woman, but I’m a man!” you still didn’t understand, but he seemed to believe that, so you nodded softly.

-Yamato told you of his fate, of why he was imprisoned, telling you the tale of the Shogun before Orochi and Kaido took over- Kozuki Oden- Momo’s father.

-Your eyes were huge, hearing how Oden lived and died, how he protected his men before being killed anyway, making tears well in your eyes. Yamato panicked lightly, seeing you crying as he tried to comfort you, not liking seeing you in tears.

-Yamato then looked down, “After that…Kaido changed. I think he regrets how Oden was killed- in such a cowardly way after the Legendary Hour. He admired Oden- I know it- even if he doesn’t say it. I think losing Oden is what caused him to turn to drinking.”

-You felt bad for Kaido, it was like he lost his best friend, while Orochi was a coward- someone that you knew Luffy would punch with no hesitation. Yamato laughed when you told him that and he beamed brightly, “I promise- if I see your brother, I’ll tell him that you said that.” You dissolved into giggles, making him grin.

-When Queen came to get you for the party, Yamato put his mask back on before Queen entered and he picked you up, “I’ve got a surprise for you Y/N~” you peeked over his shoulder, giving a small wave to Yamato who returned it- hoping to see him again.

-When Queen surprised you with a new kimono, one that was fancy and covered in apples, you were in awe, your eyes sparkling as Black Maria was beaming that you were so happy.

-Black Maria then spoke, “Take off that ratty one and I’ll help you into this one.” You looked down at the kimono Tama gave you, pausing as you felt sad, “This isn’t ratty. It was a present from a friend!”

-It was surprising to see you being so strong, not allowing her to insult the gift you received, it showed you had guts, something Black Maria admired as she apologized, but not really meaning it as one of the attendants wrapped up Tama’s kimono, planning on getting rid of it after the party.

-They were furious, seeing the scars on your body as you were getting cleaned up, something you were shy on letting her and her attendants seeing, something she immediately went to report to the others, who were just as furious.

-Queen was the one to tell them, due to his information gathering, “Those wounds were caused by someone before she met the Straw Hats- as the result of scientific experiments for her rewind ability.”

-Drake was surprised, questioning Queen, “Rewind? It’s not a healing ability?” Queen shook his head, “No, her ability is more complex than a healing ability. Y/N’s ability allows her to rewind time in a sense, returning things to a certain point in time. It could be seen as healing with injuries, but with her managing to bring back people from the dead- returning them to the exact moment prior to any events that led to their deaths.”

-They were all in awe, hearing about this, as Kaido, for a brief moment, thought about asking you to bring Oden back, before Queen continued, that using your ability on wounds is draining but not overly dangerous, while bringing those back from the dead cause you to have severe fevers and could put you at serious risk.

-They were all in agreeance to never let you use that ability, not wanting to lose you, while one in particular was concerned as to why a certain group was after you- this isn’t what he had been told.

-When you were brought in, wearing your new outfit, with your hair done up, instantly you were the center of attention, Queen cooing on how adorable you looked as he held you up to his face, rubbing his cheek against yours gently, “You’re so adorable Y/N! Everyone is going to love you at the party!!”

-You were surprise to hear that Big Mom was in Wano as well, something you were worried if she was there to try to take you back to Whole Cake Island, as she was very persistent on keeping you there- but luckily you didn’t see her, at least just yet.

-You were with the Tobi Roppo during the celebration, listening to the loud music as Queen sang and danced, your eyes wide- you had never been to a party like this before! It was so amazing!

-Ulti and many of the others were annoyed by Queen’s loud antics, but they weren’t going to dampen your glee as you were peeking out from the window overlooking the massive party.

-When he started calling out the names of different groups, they would all cheer loudly, getting louder and louder with each group.

-You were confused when the Tobi Roppo didn’t cheer or open the window to celebrate with the others, which caused laughter in the party, while Page One was holding Ulti back who was yelling at Queen for insulting them.

-Queen then shouted, “And for a special treat I’m here to introduce our special guest of honor- Y/N!!” you opened the window, hearing your name and everyone looked up, seeing you there and you nearly fell back as the cheers were almost deafening, cheering for you, making your eyes go wide as you lifted your hands in a cheer, making many collapse from cuteness, Queen included, which was rather comical to see.

-Only a short while later, word got out that there was a raid- Kin’emon and the samurai with several pirate crews, including the Straw Hats, and Minks had stormed the castle with the intent on taking Kaido out for good.

-Your eyes went huge, hearing that your family was coming but you froze when Queen gave the order to kill anyone who opposed them. You wanted to tell them not to, not wanting your family to be hurt again.

-Sasaki was the one to pick you up, holding you close, intent on keeping you safe by keeping you with him, to keep your family from finding you. You could only swallow, trying not to get scared, ‘Luffy… Ace… Mama- everyone- stay safe!’

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check

Part 13: No Sleep Til Hawkins

Part 13, Also on Ao3 here and tumblr here

Billy gives up on sleep around 3 am. He’s pretty sure his will to pretend he’s asleep tires out just about the same time as Munson’s girlfriend because it’s silent for once.

He rolls on his side, watching Steve sleep. Steve had babbled nervously right up to the point of sleep and past it, his nonsense mumbles finally petering out.

He knows Steve is nervous, but for fuck’s sake, so is he. At least Steve isn’t dealing with heartbreak on top of that.

Billy sits up and rubs his eyes, conceding defeat. There’s no way he’s going to get any sleep, so he might as well be productive.

He slides out of bed and grabs his backpack before quietly slipping out. It’s not really due for a few days but he has an American Lit paper and it beats lying there in the dark ignoring screams and counting all the tiny fractures in his heart.

The house is quiet. Some of the brothers haven’t even come home from the parties. Billy is hoping when they do they’ll all head up to bed and ignore him in the lounge.

He doesn’t want to see anybody when it feels like he’s lived several lives since this morning. At this point he’s just feral, hardly human. It hurts, the ache in his chest. At the same time though, there’s such a bittersweet relief. Steve knows, and what’s more, Billy wasn’t crazy. They do have chemistry, even if Steve can’t see it.

But he can’t keep turning it around in his head, especially while he’s still tipsy. He has to get out of this headspace.

On the way to the lounge he decides to swing by the kitchens for a snack and maybe a gatorade. The cooks are seasoned frat professionals and they tend to have at least a few things prepared Saturday night in advance. Sometimes it’s overly healthy, but that works for him.

Billy flips on the light and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees what looks like a black cloaked figure. Christ, maybe he’s dreaming.

The figure turns from where it’s hunched over a bowl of bananas, mouth full.

“Christ, Munson,” Billy drops his backpack and covers his face with his hands. “I thought you were the fuckin’ hat man.”

Munson smiles around his banana, “So’ry.”

Billy lets his shoulders fall, “No worries. Though I wish you would actually lay off the potassium. Christ, my ears would thank you for a cramp some nights.”

“Why?”

“Because, man… we gotta sleep sometimes,” Billy rolls his eyes and flops down in the seat next to Munson’s.

Eddie turns beet red. “You… can hear us?”

Billy remembers too late that he and Steve had more or less agreed to not talk about Munson’s girlfriend. Argyle had been weirdly adamant about leaving him be. ‘Don’t rush the dude, that’s just not your business,’ were Argyle’s exact words.

“Whoops,” Billy cringes a bit. “But… I mean come on, man. Your girlfriend screams like she’s getting murdered. And it’s almost every night. Of course we noticed.”

Munson lets out a noise like a rat caught in a trap and hunches into the collar of his fluffy black robe. He looks chalky pale, like he got caught by a cop.

“And I mean, hey, good on you, dude. Like I’m pretty sure you’re having the kind of sex only lesbians have.” Then Billy remembers Carver and nervousness creeps in. “Not that… jeez, not in like a gross homophobic way.”

“Lesbians?” Munsons squeezes the remaining banana in his hands into a pulp.

“Christ.” Billy gives up and sags against the counter. “It’s been a really weird night, man. I just… I was just trying to make a joke about your girlfriend. Nothing weird.”

Munson blinks with those big brown doe eyes. “My girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but I really meant no offense by it, I swear.” Billy held up his hands.

Munson stares at him a beat, and then he lets out the tiniest nervous giggle. “Girlfriend.”

Then he full on laughs, throwing his head back.

“Oh, or… not girlfriend?” Billy frowns. “I guess.”

Munson still laughs, harder and more full bodied.

“Well now this is just mean, Munson. If this is how you treat a lady, I’ll go up there and steal her for myself.” Billy licks his lower lip.

Munson’s hand shoots out and he grabs Billy, smearing bananas all over Billy’s arm. “Do. Not.”

Billy winces, yanking his arm away, and reaches for a paper towel to wipe his hand off.

“She’s like… really classy.” Munson says sheepishly. “She’d be mortified you heard her in my room. Please don’t.”

“I wasn’t really gonna wake a chick up who you left in bed.” Billy rolls his eyes. “What kind of guy do you take me for?”

Munson shrugs. “Same kind as me, that’s why I don’t want you to piss her off. I’m serious.”

Billy tosses the slimy paper towel on the counter and crosses his arms. “So she’s classy. What is she? Tri Delt?”

Munson sighs. “No.”

“Zeta?”

“No!”

“Don’t tell me she’s one of your theater friends?” Billy frowns.

“Hargrove, stop.”

“Does Eden know her? I bet she-”

Munson grabs at him again, looking wild. “Hargrove, listen. Don’t talk to anyone about this, ok?” She’s like… not that kind of girl. She’s classy, ok? Rich and like… going places. She doesn’t want this. You haven’t told anyone already, have you?”

“No. I mean, Steve knows, obviously. And honestly I would ask Patrick and Matt across the hall. I assume Carver.” Billy shrugs with one shoulder. “Argyle told us to, like, protect your privacy or whatever?”

Eddie just nodded vaguely, looking only marginally less unhinged. His hair was mussed, and there was a rapidly developing hickey high on his chest.

“What’s with all the secrecy, anyway?” Billy gasped, and then grinned, “Is she a professor?”

“No, Jesus. She’s just… way the fuck out of my league. Like stratospherically out of my league.” Munson shakes his head and lets go of Billy’s shoulder.

“How stratospheric?”

“Super stratospheric. Like… Buzz Aldrin couldn’t land her.”

Billy whistled. “I have to know.”

Munson sighs. “Look, I’m eating bananas at 3 am. I’m a fucking loser. She’s sleeping to get to her 8 am and she has like a 4.5 GPA and her parents paid for a room in the library or something like that. I can’t talk about it because I’m just… a pressure reliever.”

Billy raises his brows.

Munson doesn’t miss the implication. “Yeah pretty much. I guess I just have slightly more functions than a vibrator.”

Billy grabs a banana for himself, because all the banana talk was making him hungry. “But you’ve been going on like a year now.”

“Ten months, two and a half weeks, three days and well… three hours.”

Billy tries to raise his brows even more but he doesn’t have any room.

Munson leans against the counter and rubs the back of his neck. “Being in l-love with her is one of my many functions.”

Billy almost feels like he could cry. Which is stupid. It’s silly. “That’s sad as fuck, dude.”

Munson sighs, slumping a little more. “Yeah, but what are you gonna do?”

“I dunno what you’re gonna do. I’m gonna sympathize.” Billy says.

“You too?”

“Yeah. At least you’re actually fucking your girl.” Billy mutters.

Eddie shakes his head, hair flopping. “Yeah. Been there too, big time.”

Billy peels his banana, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Same girl, too,” Munson says with a sad little flop of his bangs. “Got me wrapped around my finger since… God. Forever.”

Billy shook his head. “Damn. You, me, and Carver gotta go out sometime.”

“C-Carver?”

Billy nods. “Yeah. He was just telling me about his dating troubles. I’m sure you’ve heard at least some of it.”

“Oh. Right.” Munson nods back almost absently, looking kind of pale again.

“But, hey. You’re fucking your dream girl!” Billy pats Munson’s shoulder uncertainly. “Bring her a banana! Woo her ass, I dunno. She’s gotta be into you at least a little.”

“You think?” Munson looks so innocent like Billy hasn’t heard him do the least classy things ever to his classy girl.

“Your one year anniversary is coming up? I dunno. Don’t take advice from me, I don’t notice anything, apparently.” Billy sighs, leaning forward on his elbows and taking a bite. “It’s been a really weird fuckin’ night, so seriously don’t take my advice.”

Eddie nods slightly, frowning in confusion.

Billy wants to burst into tears or something like that. He thought telling Steve would just end the world, and now the world is apparently still spinning. Munson’s in tragic love too.

Coming out once doesn’t make coming out again any easier. So he resists the impulse to dump the whole sordid tale on Munson, even if he kind of wants to. Because Steve just came out. Billy can’t ruin this time with his own stupid hopeless feelings.

So instead he takes another bite and gets up to grab a gatorade from the fridge, shoving it into the pocket of his sweat shorts.

“Sorry, man, I’m tired. Just rambling. If you ever want to talk about your girl, I’m here for ya, ok?” Billy says.

“Thanks. Uh… you too. You know, if you ever…” Munson peters out, gesturing weakly.

Billy cackles and it comes out way too forced, but he commits to it anyway. “Well, you know me. I have 99 bitches but not one’s a problem.”

Eddie laughs a little, toying with the messy banana peel nervously.

Billy pats Munson on the shoulder and walks back to his room without a second thought, fully leaving his backpack behind. He was supposed to go downstairs.

But Steve is asleep so peacefully. Billy stands at the door and just stares. Steve always sleeps splayed out like a starfish, one of his feet dangling over the side of the bed. Tonight he has his mouth open, drooling slightly.

Billy has kissed that mouth. He wishes he could go back in time and slow that moment down forever.

Steve was still the worst person to fall in love with, the most unforgivable. And now it would be even harder because Steve had said it so strongly tonight. They would only ever be friends.

Billy wants so badly for anything to be different. He wishes suddenly he’d gone to any other school, anywhere else on earth. He wants to be in Eddie’s place because surely it would be better to be something than nothing at all.

Or is this better. Maybe now he can finally accept-

“B’lly?” Steve still has his eyes closed. “Close th’ door.”

Billy freezes for a moment, before shutting the door gently, plunging the room back into semi-darkness.

By the light of the streetlamp outside and the Frat’s shitty old alarm clock, he can just make out Steve scooting over and raising the blankets on his bed.

“C’mon,” He says.

Billy thinks of what Munson said as he crawls in next to Steve. He tosses the gatorade across the room and settles next to that warm body he knows all too well. Steve pulls up the fuzzy blanket that his mom bought him for Hanukkah last year, the one that smells like weed and Steve. The bed feels scorching hot, and Steve’s long limbs immediately lash around Billy, holding him with the perfect tightness. Steve presses his chest to Billy’s back and sighs, his minty-beer breath brushing the back of Billy’s neck. Billy’s skin prickles everywhere they touch, with almost the same sting as embarrassment.

That this is just one of his many functions. That in some ways he should let go, but he was meant to love Steve like this. Maybe he couldn’t have helped it.

Steve hums. “Promise. N’thing will change, right? We won’t be weird?”

Billy feels like he’s shattered, held together by Steve’s limbs, squeezing tight.

“Yeah,” He says, ignoring the tears that get squeezed free.

[darlingofsatoru]

DRESS UP DARLIN’

⊹ synopsis: Various Jjk characters & how they’d react to you in certain halloween outfits.

⊹warnings: Implied fem!reader, very short drabbles, Reader uses makeup+ wears dresses in most, potentially ooc characters.

SATORU GOJO- ANGEL

Satoru can’t help but pause as you step out your room, eyes darting all over you shamelessly as you rummage through your handbag.

There’s only a few words that he can even think to describe you in that moment: Pretty, gorgeous, ethereal even..

“… I agr.. ee .. so I s— Satoru??” Your voice awakens him out of his thoughts, suddenly right in front of him.

He’s not even sure how that got past his senses but he lets out a content sigh, adjusting the collar on his outfit before beginning to admire your outfit once more.

An all white dress, no straps and a feather-like look to it along with matching wings

So this is why you told him to dress as a devil, matching outfits..

“…Huh, even prettier up close. I better keep you near today, huh, don’t want anyone stealing you!” He grins playfully, gently tugging you towards his embrace.

Halloween has always been fun but he’s sure it’ll be 10x better with you here.

RYOMEN SUKUNA- DEAD/CORPSE BRIDE

Truthfully, Sukuna has no interest in halloween.

It’s a silly tradition and he barely bothered to dress up, the only reason he did a little bit being you.

By barely bothered, he simply means that he’s wearing a light change of outfit that could probably be considered creepy (as if Sukuna himself isn’t scary enough) if you looked at it long enough.

Thinking of you, he groans as he gets up from his feet and goes to open his mouth to speak, stopping when he noticed you come into the room excitedly.

A white dress stained with fake blood (that doesn’t really look accurate to Sukuna, but he can appreciate the effect a bit, he supposes), not too long but also not too short for a wedding dress, paired with a classic veil covering your lipstick covered lips.

“Not half as bad as the deranged outfits most wear, I might even like yours, dare I say.” He smirks, enjoying the lift of spirit in your face from his words alone.

Maybe he doesn’t detest Halloween entirely..

YUJI ITADORI- WITCH

Yuji smiles widely, adjusting his top-hat excitedly.

He feels like Halloween was ages ago so the prospect of dressing up, especially with you, is great and has definitely put him into a good mood for the last week or so.

He actually wasn’t sure if a magician was scary but you’d suggested it could be, saying he could pull out weapons on unsuspecting bystanders (which, in his opinion, did sound pretty creepy).

“Hey, you okay in there?” He yells to you, rummaging the cupboard for the trick or treat buckets.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shout back, taking a few moments before you emerge with a broomstick in hand.

Yuji blinks for a few minutes once he catches sight of you but quickly smiles wider, waving enthusiastically.

He’s seen plenty witch costumes in his life but they don’t seem to compare with yours, the lovely black and purple dress having a matching hat and broomstick to come with it.

“Woah, a witch? That’s cool, the dark purple really suits you, you know?!” He immediately starts, gaining an appreciative smile from you.

He finds himself paying more attention to your smile, the pretty shade of purple once more showing but on your lips this time.

“Oh yeah, ah, I forgot to ask about the trick or treat buckets.. Where are they again?”

NOBARA KUGISAKI- NURSE

Nobara leans forward in the mirror, enjoying putting a bit more makeup than usual.

It’s not that she couldn’t but more that there’s no reason. What’s the point of being dolled up every day anyway, it’ll just ruin the fun of it!

So she works gently on her eyeliner, making sure not to smudge it whilst her mind wanders to what you’re doing..

Probably getting ready like she is or on your way here, likely the latter since Nobara happened to be a tiny bit later in getting ready today.

The doorbell goes before she gets to dwell on it, making a classic ‘ding-dong’ sound.

“One second, I’ll be right there!” She yells down the hall, quickly getting to the door and opening it.

It reveals just who she expected, you in a rather pretty nurse costume.

“I’ll grab my bag and we can get going!”

This Halloween is definitely gonna be the best, Nobara thinks.

CHOSO KAMO- VAMPIRE

Choso crosses his arms, embarrassment itching on his face at dressing up in general.

Being half-curse meant he didn’t do these things much if not at all, getting into a skeleton jumpsuit-like outfit.

“You still sulking?” Your voice echoes the hall immediately, his face picking quickly.

You’ve always known how to calm him, even unintentionally..

“It’s just a bit itchy, I’m not sulking.” He replies, pulling at the sleeves.

You nod in understanding, meeting his gaze as he finally looks up.

“…Ah.” He murmurs, eyes trying to be discreet as he studies your outfit.

A classic vampire suit, coloured black and red with a large collar.

“Do you think it’s alright? It took ages to find an eyeshadow to match the shade of red.” You sigh, gesturing to your eyes.

Choso nods, embarrassment seeping onto him as he notices he has a small blush engulfing his cheeks now.

“I think it’s more than alright,” He says, pushing the skeleton hood up.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO- BLACK CAT

Megumi sighs, growing bored of the high volume of noise rather easily.

He’d been dragged to this party by Nobara and Yuji to have some fun but it was anything but so far, having only felt bored the whole night.

Plus there was the fact you were apparently going to show up, likely dressed up like most people at this unpleasant party are.

“Megumi, hey!! You look pretty gloomy, you know?” A familiar voice awakens him out of his thoughts, revealing itself to be you immediately.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.. Not that I blame you, it stinks like alcohol and sweat in here.” Megumi breathes out, taking a quick glance at you before avoiding your gaze and outfit entirely, cheeks too likely to heat up in front of you if he looked straight at you.

You chuckle and shrug, “I sort of expected something different but it’s not too bad, might loose my cat ears here though.”

He nods, he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone lost something in here, there’s people all over the place.

“So.. Wanna step outside? It’s pretty warm, you look like you’re melting.” You suggest, gaining a nod of approval from Megumi.

Maybe it isn’t so bad, at this overcrowded party, he’ll need to make sure to keep an eye out for your cat eats though..

A/n: First work, hope it’s not too boring!! Might not post for a bit after this but I do have a few drafts :D

[benevolentcalamity]

Mutually Unlikely [Crocodile & Child!Fem!Reader]

I'd just like to say before we start, I've only watched up to episode 130, so please refrain from mentioning spoilers, fan theories, etc. etc. Thanks fam. ♡︎♡︎♡︎

Disclaimer: This story holds mentions of childbirth, especially death during childbirth. If you find this subject matter triggering, do not read more.

"Excuse me?" His grip tightens on the snail.

"I-It's true, Crocodile sir." The guy on the other end quivers. "Your name was on the certificate, and they're asking to send her to you as the father."

Robin blinks, wandering closer with narrowed eyes. "What's this about?"

Holding up a hand, Crocodile sighs, faint lingering tendrils of smoke slithering between his teeth. "Anything else I gotta know about?" There's nothing stopping him hanging up right now.

"Err... The kid's set up with textbook-based learning, so there's no need for her to go to an actual school. She just needs an instructor."

Leaning back in his chair he lowers the input, glancing over at Robin. An unspoken thought is shared, and he turns his attention back to the snail. "... Get 'er on the earliest possible transport over here. I'll have Robin be ready to pick her up. And listen." He leans back forward. "Anything happens to her, you're dead meat. That's my kid, you got that?"

"Yes, sir-!"

"Very good. Anything comes up, inform me immediately." And with that he hangs up, glancing back towards Robin. "You got that?"

"Yes, sir," She responds coolly. "If I may ask though, do you think this is the best place for a child to be?"

Waving dismissively, he takes another drag from the cigar. It's a fair question - to the commonfolk of Alabasta anyway. But for him this will be a perfect place to grow up, where you won't have to worry about anything. People will adore you too, and you'll have anything you want if you just ask. With that, the rest will fall in line, not to say he's gonna turn you loose once you're here.

"If I'm here, there's no way it isn't." He stands up from his chair. "That kid is mine. You think I'm gonna leave my kid to be raised by someone else, you're mistaken."

"Understood." Robin nods. "I'll go out to receive her right away."

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"Crocodile, she's here."

Pensively his hand rises to his chin, watching Robin and a smaller silhouette come in from outside. Standing up straight he watches as they come into what little light comes into this room. Eyes falling to the child - okay, you - he snorts, circling around the desk and crouching. Nothing if not knowledgeable.

"Hey, squirt."

Lifting your hat, you give it a light tip, quiet as a mouse. Your eyes, his in shape but a beautiful [e/c], watch his every movement, down to how he puffs his cigar. Every inch of you is guarded, prepared for anything to happen. Shrugging, he reaches forward, patting the top of your head despite your hat. "Nice to meetcha. You got a name, right?"

You nod.

"... Well?"

You take a moment to respond, looking him up and down before making a peep. Still your one hand grips Robin's pant leg for assurance, your gaze avoiding his, stuck to his shoes.

"[Name]." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but audible all the same.

"Well, [Name], it's nice to meetcha." He rises up from his haunches, staring down at you. "Name's Crocodile. I'm your pops; you'll be with me from now on. Is that understood?" When you nod again, he huffs. "Alright. Robin, if you could show the kid where she's staying. Kid, you hungry?"

Once again, you nod.

"Alright. It's dinnertime anyway. I'll make sure you're settled." He adjusts his collar, eyes narrow. "... Welcome home, [Name]."

Reaching into your pocket, you tug out an envelope, raising onto your tippy-toes to offer it. Quirking a brow he reaches down, accepting it. Briefly his eyes widen at the sender: [Mother's Name]. Waving you and Robin off, he watches you pass him to go to your room with her through the corners of his eyes. Once alone, he opens up the envelope, thick with the stench of the hospital.

"Crocodile.

It's been a while since we last spoke. You may throw this away when it arrives, but if you don't, please listen to what I have to say.

I'm dead. Or, I will be soon. You said yourself that you would not be here for us but you would help me keep her fed and educated. Well that and, you did say you'd be the one to take her if something happened to me. Whether that was a lie or not, I won't wonder - you were always the kind to keep your word.

On the off chance she is with you now though, all I ask is she is safe. You're her father, in every sense, so please love her as one should. She has not spoken much since she was born, and she doesn't look anyone in the eye, but she's a sweet girl. As down to earth as they come her age. She doesn't like pureed food and she despises crowds.

He snorts.

But with you there... She'll be safe. In some way. Take care of her, Crocodile. Her mother will always be watching over her.

[Mother's Name].

"Yeah... I'm a man of my word." He turns to look down the hall. "... No worries. Nobody's gonna put one hand on her."

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"Here you are, kiddo."

You look up as a few Billions follow Crocodile into your bedroom. Stepping behind your wall of spelling blocks you watch as they unload different toys onto your shelves. Some of them are more raggedy looking, maybe a bit dirty, and others are good toys with pretty faces and can be moved. One that catches your eye particularly is a floppy black cat doll. Pointing to it you hold your hands out, and he rips it out of their hands to give to you.

A ghost of a smile on your face, you nod in appreciation, eyes managing up to his chin.

"Any of these break or rip, we'll get you a new one, okay?" He gruffs, lighting another cigar. "Don't take that to mean you just get to destroy things, squirt, that ain't how it goes here."

You nod.

"... You ah, you got a name for that cat?" He asks. When you tilt your head he shrugs. "Some kids like naming their toys. So, what bout that cat?"

For a moment you hold the cat up, staring sharply at its face. Its beady blue eyes stare deep into yours, the striking pink nose demanding your gaze equally. Running your thumbs over its tummy you briefly wonder what would happen if it blinks, or maybe you're wishing it were a real black cat. Either way this is a creature you'll make sure never rips or tears.

After a minute haunted by Crocodile's smoke, you manage to rediscover his chin. "... Dynah." Now your voice is a bit louder, but flat. "Cat. Dynah." You hold the toy up to show him, making it wave at him. "Dy-nah."

"Okay. I get it." Rubbing the back of his neck he huffs, squatting. "Well, nice to meet ya, Dynah." Then he tilts his head to try and meet your eyes. Shrugging when your gaze averts his, he pats your head. "Alright then." Rising back up, he holds his hand out. "We're going to get you some clothes. That suitcase won't hold you long here."

Standing and taking his hand, you nod, following him and eventually Robin too down the hall.

"This is a desert continent, so you'll need sun protection. Keep close so you don't get lost, kid." When you don't respond to him he pauses, looking down at you. "... You don't say much."

That's when you look up at him. Swallowing, you hold Dynah in one hand, holding up your arms. "... Up."

His eyes widen slightly. "Huh?"

"... Up. Up." You repeat. "... Dad. Up."

"Alright, alright."

Squatting down, he momentarily stares at you. When your eyes find his nose, he sighs, reaching and ruffling your hair. A large arm scoops up your body, holding you like a tot. Shrinking into his coat you hug Dynah close to your heart, looking up at him.

Your dad. Crocodile.

As far as you know and are concerned, it's the two of you against the world.

For him, it's doing what he should do, what he won't let anyone else do. He is your father, the only other one with a right to watch you grow up. Be that whether he feels some obligation to your mother, or perhaps he has some heart left in him, it doesn't matter.

You're his kid - that's all he needs.

[hibiscusbabyboy]

How to Be a 1960s Coquette

DISCLAIMER: This is based on my own observation. Feel free to follow the guideline or not. Do what makes you comfortable

Fashion:

♡ Ribbons on your hair! Whether they are big or small, they're all equally important

♡ Colours galore!

♡ Do NOT be afraid to experiment with patterns. Paisley, daisies - YOU NAME IT!!

♡ Tights, Tights, Tights!

♡ Mini skirts are essential

♡ Dresses with narrow/boxy silhouettes that are above your knees/knee length - NEVER GO BELOW unless it's a prom gown

♡ Early 60s style: Circle skirts and dresses are a-okay except they're slightly shorter than their 50s counterparts

♡ GINGHAM GALORE!

♡ Peter Pan collar is calling YOU

♡ Shoes must be low heeled or flat

♡ Hats and Headbands - your choice! Whether they are simple headband or a beret, whatever suits your mood

♡ Oh yeah, HEAD SCARVES!!

♡ Driving gloves for your pleasure

♡ Funky shaped, big Sunglasses ESPECIALLY ROUND AND THE HEART SHAPED ONES FROM "Lolita" (1962)

♡ Big, Bold earrings

♡ These boots are made for walkin'

♡ Remember - BE BOLD AND NEVER BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Hairstyles:

♡ Generally, the hairstyles can either be relaxed or bumped up to create a nice, half-circle round shape on top of your crown

♡ Hair can be either very long and silky to pixie cut like Twiggy's

♡ BANGS! You need them

♡ If you have bob hair, you can brush them inward towards your jawline. If you have a neck/shoulder length hair, you can do a bubble flip

♡ Feel free to use wigs, wiglets, and hair extensions

♡ Bouffants and Beehives for the Gods

♡ If you have a long hair, do a braided ponytail

♡ Pigtails are all the rage!

♡ Again, DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT!

Makeup:

♡ Have fun with it! You can do a flower-patterned face paint or all over your limbs!

♡ Twiggy's eye look

♡ Big doe eyes or Sharp cat eyes

♡ Lashes on top and bottom + mascara!

♡ Nude or soft pink coloured lipstick

♡ Soft, peachy flush

♡ Early 60s: Go for the Barbie look with the soft wing and blue eyeshadows

Style References:

♡ Twiggy

♡ Jean Shrimpton

♡ Pattie Boyd

♡ Colleen Corby

♡ Molly Corby

♡ Chrissie Shrimpton

♡ Samantha Juste

♡ Brigitte Bardot

♡ Anna Karina

♡ EVERY SINGLE YÉ-YÉ GIRLS

♡ Jane Birkin

♡ Lesley Gore

♡ The Ronettes

♡ Lola Falana

♡ The Supremes

♡ Glenna Forster-Jones

♡ Nancy Kwan

♡ Mary Weiss

♡ Priscilla Presley

♡ Patty Duke

♡ Annette Funicello

♡ Marianne Faithfull

♡ Jean Seberg

♡ Peggy Moffitt

♡ Sue Lyon

♡ Uschi Obermaier

♡ Marlo Thomas

♡ Edie Sedgwick

♡ Sally Field

♡ Sharon Tate

♡ Britt Ekland

♡ Pamela des Barres

♡ Genevieve Waite

♡ Ewa Aulin

♡ Goldie Hawn

♡ Mia Farrow

♡ Any girls in "Valley of the Dolls" (1967) and "The Touchables" (1968)

♡ Any girl groups from that era

Youtubers specializing in this particular style:

♡ Jackie Wyers

♡ @dandelionapril

♡ The MILK club

♡ Devyn Crimson

♡ Connie Mclean

♡ Laura Jane Atelier

♡ Loepsie

♡ Emma Rosa Katharina

♡ WanderlustVintage

♡ BONUS:

Coquette Counterparts:

♡ Dark Coquette

♡ Dolly Coquette

[nottobehornyonthemain]

I’m just going to throw my hat into the ring about Steve’s parents because I’m bored. But like, Let’s spice up the level of shitty parenting.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s actually a professional. Steve has said that she’s “super well respected” and, for as much as the fandom likes to play him as a dumbass, you don’t put people whoes only achievement is being a jealous housewife on your résumé, especially when you have another parent with a notable (ostensibly white collar) career.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s a news anchor, or a lawyer. Give me a Mrs. Harrington who worked her ass off to be taken seriously by men for the entire late 50’s and early 60’s. Give me a young, ambitious woman with hazel eyes at a mixer for the company she’s working for in Chicago one night, who caught the eye of the charismatic man with ridiculous fluffy brown hair.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who grew up with a veteran father who never really seemed to care. Give me a little boy waiting, every day, for his dad’s letters, waiting for his father Otis to get back from this horrible war. And then he does, and he’s a hero, and suddenly it’s like nothing his son does is worth his notice. When he’s 15 and gets into his first fight? Otis doesn’t even comment on his bruised face before he walks out the door in the morning. When he gets into college? His mother is the one to hand him the watch his parents allegedly both got him as a graduation present. When he gets a job! A good job, where he has his own office and his name on a plate on his desk, not so much as a card.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who promised himself that, if he ever had a son, he would notice. He would pay attention to his kid’s grades, and what they were doing in school. That he would be proud of whatever college his son got into. That if his kid was ever doing something stupid, drinking, fighting, smoking, he would care. And he would say something.

Give me a Mr. Harrington meeting a beautiful woman in Chicago one night, and somehow, convincing her to come back to Hawkins with him. Give me the big news engagement and the blowout wedding fit for two people with nowhere to go but up.

Give me the Harrington couple buying their house, and planning to wait a few years before they start having children. Give me them having their first child, a son.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington being offered the promotion she’s been working towards for years almost immediately after, and taking it.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who never really thought his wife would keep working when they had children, but being smart enough not to say anything about it. Give me them realizing that, between both of their jobs, plans change, and their son will be their only child.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who “doesn’t trust” her husband not because he might be cheating on her, but because, for as much as he can charm and schmooze with just about anyone, he has never had anyone tell him that he lacks actual understanding of his business. Give me a Mrs. Harrington seeing a stack of papers her husband brought home last night where the math doesn’t quite add up. Give me the blowout fight over his shady new business partner and the costs they could save if they just… cut a few corners. Give me her struggling to be taken seriously and explain to him that the consequences could be actual jail time and a complete destruction of their lives. Give me him hating that she thinks she knows better than him about his own business.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who keeps his promise to care about what his son is doing. Give me his unnecessary lectures, and comments and micromanagement whenever his son walks in the door.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who couldn’t care less what her son is doing as long as he’s alive. Give me her bitchy comments that have been her best defense in the professional world for so long rubbing off on her son.

Give me a Steve who’s let it shape him. Who got his brown eyes, and desire to be at the top of the social sphere as soon as possible from his mom. Who got his begrudging tendencies to care while still finding something to complain about from his dad.

Give me a Harrington couple who isn’t absent, exactly. Who have the occasional business trip, but are actually in town when most of this stuff goes down. Give me a house that’s almost always empty, not because no one lives there, but because Mrs. Harrington is out late again tonight because the boss needs to be sure everything is in perfect order for Monday. Because Mr. Harrington absolutely has to close this deal. Because Steve has practice for both swimming and basketball today.

Give me a Steve who craves the domestic because of this. Who doesn’t have big plans or ambitions. Who, at his center, just wants to be able to flop on the couch and watch movies with the people he cares about. Who wants family vacations, and kids, and a big house filled with noise. Give me a Steve who understands that that’s where his love of parties came from.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who watches as his son seems to completely throw away everything he worked so hard to give him. Give me the fights over the beer, and the weed, and the grades. Give me the bombshell that his son didn’t even manage to get into college, and the realization that he needs to learn to be responsible.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who comes home one night to Robin and Dustin eating cereal in his kitchen at midnight. Who doesn’t really know what to say, so he sets down his briefcase and eats a bowl of cereal while asking these children who they are and why they’re in his house. Give me a Mr. Harrington patting his son on the back the next morning and telling he how much he likes the nice girl who can speak every language, and the little boy who can recite the periodic table from memory. Give me a Mr. Harrington who knows he made the right decision when he made his son get a job of his own instead of just working for him.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who, when Steve informs her in the middle of a conversation that he has a boyfriend, doesn’t look up from the mirror where she’s applying her eyeliner.

Give me a Steve who’s had enough of her not caring and asks her, “really? You don’t have anything to say?”

Give me a Mrs. Harrington icily meeting his eyes in the mirror and saying, “Steven. You’ve been putting egg in your hair once a week since you were twelve and a girl in your class told you it makes it shiny, and you’ve been stealing my hairspray even longer.” Then goes back to lining her eyes.

[mooshie-blue]

Enough for me 💕

A sort self insert octonauts fic idfk I don’t want to post this to a03

If you don’t like self insert stuff go away!

Bonnie could never be an Octonaut. They hated traveling, their room was always their safe place. they could never work under pressure either. They didn’t wear the hat or the fancy shirt collar.

They couldn’t drive a car, how would they drive a GUP? They couldn’t work under pressure. They were a coward.

Cooking is all they could really do.

The octonauts had been out to take care of and reunite a baby shark with her family after she got separated.

Bonnie was with the vegimals, planning that night’s dinner. They were chopping up some seaweed and Tominow was at the mixer, humming her little vegimal song. She occasionally looked over, noticing Bonnie’s solemn expression.

since Bonnie joined the crew, all the vegimals, especially Tomminow had taken a liking to them, seeing Bonnie as a sort of Mother figure. Sometimes Tominow called them “Mama��

The little Vegimal looked Bonnie’s direction “Mama?” Asking if they were okay.

Bonnie snapped back to reality and looked at their little friend, her little face was painted with concern “Mama?”

“I’m okay, Tominow, just not feeling it today. Must’ve slept funny.” Bonnie rubbed their totally sore neck and smiled weakly.

Tominow didn’t beleive them, she had been trained to be smarter than that thanks to Shellington and Tunip.

But she knew Bonnie didn’t like talking much about their feelings, especially to someone so young.

Tominow simply sighed sadly and went back to mixing. But she did have an idea in mind.

Soon dinner would be out in the oven and the Octonauts would return.

Tominow sat in the launch bay, waiting for Captain Barnacles because she knew how close he was with Bonnie.

Tweak walked in after getting a call from Barnacles telling her they were on their way back to the octopod. She would be set to open the octo-hatch soon.

“Hey, there Tominow! How’s dinner coming along?” She ruffled Tomminow’s leafy head as she approached the lever and stood by, waiting for orders.

“In da oven!” Tominow replied, she sat beside tweak, lightly kicking her flippers.

“Alright! But don’t tell me what it is, I want to be surprised!” Tweak giggled

Tominow nodded and hummed some more. Eventually, Captain Barnacles called for tweak to open the Octo-Hatch, Then he, Kwazii, Peso and Shellington bought the GUP-A to the top.

“How’d it go? Is Sasha okay?” Tweak asked about the baby shark.

“Oh, yes!” Captain Barnacles climbed out and gently pulled Peso out with him. “She’s fine!” Peso added Her parents were worried but they’re all together again, we made sure they swam off together before coming back!”

“A relief it is!” Shellington followed Peso out and stepped on the dock. Kwazii following close behind.

“That’s good to hear!” Tweak munched on a carrot “Tominow said dinners in the oven right now, it’ll be another 30 or so minutes.”

“In the meantime we should all take it easy, you did a wonderful job today, Octonauts!” Barnacles clasped his hands together “I’m very proud of you!”

“Shucks, Cap’n!” Kwazii chuckled “Hey, Shellington, ya up for a round of ping pong?” Shellington laughed and followed the swashbuckling cat to the rec room. “You’re on!”

Tweak set the GUP A back in its designated spot, Barnacles checking in beside her, after that, Tominow approached him and lightly tugged on his sleeve.

“Hm? What is it Tominow?” The polar bear turned to face her, he knelt down to her level.

“Mama!” Tominow hopped up and down. “Mama sad!”

“Oh, Bonnie’s upset? Do you know why?” He stood up. Tominow shaking her head, she tugged on his paw, urging him to follow.

“Easy now! I’m coming.” He gently settled the worried vegimal as he stood up and followed. They both deeply cared about Bonnie. Barnacles had found them when they were at a low place. They didn’t have a home or a job, really. The octonauts never ever encountered humans. Seeing them was a first. But he was glad he found them.

Bonnie lay quietly in their room. They left the other Vegimals in charge of watching over dinner. They just stared outside, watching the fish go by. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just not do anything. What a burden.

A gentle knock on their door “Darling? It’s me, Tominow told me you aren’t feeling well.”

They couldn’t ever really resist Barnacles helpfulness. No matter how tired or angry they were, something about the small polar bear just broke their walls down. Even just sitting quietly with him was enough to put them at ease.

They stood up and the door opened automatically, they motioned for him to come in, which he did.

They plopped themself down on their bed and lay quietly. Around him they felt more comfortable to just be ‘unpleasant’ just a side of themselves they barely show. The side that was upset and frustrated, the side that felt wasn’t good enough.

Captain Barnacles sat next to them and rubbed their shoulder “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I’m just so tired of being so useless.” Bonnie sighed and gripped their hair in frustration, Barnacles looking with worry.

“I feel like I’m not doing enough for the team, when the opportunity comes, I just back away like a coward. I just wish I wasn’t so scared all the time.” They sighed. “I don’t feel like I belong here, or anywhere really.”

Captain Barnacles gently stroked their soft hair and moved their bangs out of their eyes noticing them close, trying to hold back tears. He pressed a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Bonnie. It’s scary for anyone to do big things. I have fears myself, y’know. There’s so much out there to be worried about. I can’t say I blame you.”

He ran his paw to their hand and gently grasped it. “But you are just as important as the rest of us. Sometimes we get so busy we don’t have time to prepare meals. So imagine how happy we are when we come back to the octopod to see a warm, delicious meal made by you and the Vegimals.” Bonnie looked at him and noticed that warm smile on muzzle.

“You don’t have to go out and bandage up wounds or take big risks to reunite a shark with their families. Not yet, anyway. When your time comes, I’ll be happy to help you every step of the way. That’s my job as the Captain, I must be patient with everyone and their needs, and that includes you.”

He looked up at them, sincerity written all over him. “So please be patient with yourself. There’s no need to rush out into something you don’t believe you’re ready for.”

Bonnie nodded and held his paw “Thank you, bear..” they took his hat off and kissed the top of his head. Barnacles letting out a soft chuckle in response. his reactions to their affection were always so charming, He himself was just.. charming.

“I’ll always be there, Bonnie. No matter how small you think your problems are, I’ll help you.” He stroked their hair.

Bonnie sat up and hugged their little bear close. “I love you, Barnacles.” They whispered. “Oh I love you too, Dear. Do you want me to stay?”

Bonnie nodded “Yes, please.” They held him closer and lay down, bringing him down with them in their embrace. “You’re so sweet, snowball.”

“All for you, my dear.” He held their cheek and kissed their lips. Bonnie gently tugged his shirt collar and kissed him right back.

They both lay in complete, comfortable silence, exchanging sweet kisses as they waited for dinner.

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (10/?)

Word Count: 2,831 Words

Rating: Explicit (Tentacle SMUT)

Chapter 10

"Little by little, we cross the line

Little by little, the ties that bind

Little by little, by little, by little...

Little by little tonight."

- Alice Cooper

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Oh, the unholiest of fucks…

Lucifer swallowed hard; a deep flush flooding his face as he grappled with trying to process everything that he was seeing…everything he was feeling.

Multiple glowing-green tentacles were snaking toward him now; sliding up his calves and sliding under his jacket; one especially large one raised itself; then dipped it’s pointed end at his collar; coiling down and wrapping around his abdomen beneath his clothes; and still, more were coming…

He fought to control his breathing; shuddering at the contact the appendages were making all across his now sweating body.

It’s okay…just one of your top personal sexual fantasies you’ve kept to yourself for some time now…be cool….

The first tentacle was still pressing and pushing against him and he was having trouble forming thoughts before a smaller tendril crawled across one hip; diving downward along his lower back and sliding between bare cheeks.

“Whoa! Hey!” Lucifer jumped; waving at the tendrils. They retreated but only slightly. “A little forward don’t you think?” He gasped, feeling entirely flustered as he looked up at Alastor.

“I thought you might appreciate some forwardness.” Alastor smirked back at him. He hung, naked and suspended by the tentacles that erupted from his shoulders – their lengths twisting and winding themselves above him and into the rafters. One long tendril coiled itself from chest to leg, its center wrapped modestly over and across his manhood.

“Well, I certainly feel overdressed. No one bothered to tell me that our evening involved nothing but birthday suits.”

“Oh, you came dressed just perfectly, your highness.” Alastor told him, his voice dipping low.

The tentacles surrounding Lucifer started moving again; snaking into his layers of clothing and lifting and pressing themselves through and under fabric to find bare skin.

“Your attire will fit my plans just nicely. I would very much like to ruin that suit.”

Lucifer audibly gulped and Alastor laughed.

 “You’re getting yourself quite hot and bothered over all of this…” Alastor noted; the tentacles keeping him suspended slid lower and other appendages moved and pulled so that he was brought closer to Lucifer; one tendril snaking forward, curling and pressing to the King’s chin – lifting his head.

“You’ve been blushing since you arrived. It’s quite lovely.” Alastor’s looked down at him; satisfied. “I hope that you don’t get too bewildered by my…antics. I do still need you to be just a  little bit cocky.” He chuckled as the tendril released Lucifer’s chin, sliding away. Alastor’s tentacles pulled him back up and away from the angel.

Smaller tendrils were snaking through Lucifer’s clothing; one coming from his chest, wound its way upward and to his neck; sliding up his jaw and under his hat and into his hair. Another coiled around his thigh; the tip of it sliding up and beneath layers so that it was flicking and tickling the underside of his lifted cock and balls.

“Ahh..” He gasped; the tentacles tightening around him.

“There are…rules to be addressed before you become too incoherent.” Alastor was telling him, the picture of absurd nonchalance.

“Rules?” Lucifer choked out; a tentacle sliding from his back, lifting from within the collar and coiling into this hair; pulling his head back sharply as he looked up at Alastor.

“You won’t touch me.” The way Alastor said this made it clear that this wasn’t an option. “Instead, I will have my own fun and you might get to watch…as for you, well…I get to - do to you - whatever I might like to, with these.” His tentacles tightened around Lucifer more still. “And, I get to absolutely destroy your royal garments…though I’ll spare the hat. 

Jesus fuck…did he hear me say something in my sleep!? This is too unreal!

“I…accept.” Lucifer croaked.

“Splendid.” Alastor hissed; eyes glowing wickedly red in the dim light of the station.

Alastor’s glowing-green tentacles swarmed him. Pulling Lucifer to the ground; they twisted and wriggled almost frantically as they buried underneath clothes and snaked and coiled in all directions across his body. One tendril quickly hooked the hat from off his head; flinging it somewhere aside. Finding his arms and his legs; tentacles wound and tightened so that Lucifer’s arms were bound tight together at his chest, his legs held loosely open and bent.

Assaulted by sensation; Lucifer bowed and bent backward. The tentacles contacting his skin were warm and tingling – sending a volley of prickling pleasure to his spine and spreading downward. Gasping; he jerked and squirmed at the overwhelming onslaught.

Alastor watched him with dark and narrowed eyes. He could feel every touch the appendages made; every poke or prod, every slither and slide, every push or pull. Feeling his way up the inside of Lucifer’s leg, he directed one tendril to snake its way up; slowly and steadily curling its limp and twisting body around Lucifer’s shaft.

He heard the King’s sharp intake of breath at the contact; and Alastor felt the heat coming from the man’s throbbing sex. The tendril curled and lengthened then using its pointed end; it burst through the seam of Lucifer’s crotch, ripping a gaping hole, releasing the devil’s monster it held in its firm grip.

Alastor leaned back, head tilted so that he may continue to watch Lucifer’s undoing.

Is this all that it would take? Alastor thought darkly; arousal clouding his mind and bringing treacherous thoughts to the surface. To set in motion the very ruination of Lucifer…to ensure the King of Hell was at his full and complete disposal and nothing in all of the realms to stop him?

Alastor scoffed at the thought. Surely not.

Others would be surprised to know, but: that type of pilgrimage didn’t hold his interest anyway.

Forgetting his dark thoughts; Alastor’s attention turned fully back to the task of sweetly tormenting his fallen angel.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft had started moving; and it was sending a series of vibrations down the fully engorged and erect length. Lucifer was nearly bent backward in-half; spit dribbling from behind clenched teeth as he battled with the increasing overstimulation.

Alastor felt a heat rising and burning through him; watching Lucifer – his antlers growing outwards…it was effectively stoking the flames to his own fire.

Shifting the tentacle that encircled his groin; Alastor let it drop away – his own member erect and needing.

Perhaps…this ruination…was only truly meant for me.

The tentacle encircling Alastor moved; coiling itself so that it laid snaking up one leg and curling across his waist and torso; supporting his weight. Other tendrils wound their way down from rafters; encircling his wrists and bringing his arms out and away from his body. One tendril slid to his penis – teasing the tip of it; Alastor’s gaze fixed on Lucifer.

Sweating, shaking and panting – Lucifer wasn’t sure that he could take much more of this. His system was absolutely flooded – he was having trouble deciphering the sensations; where they were coming from or where they began. Everything was too much and yet not enough; all at the exact same time.    

He heard tearing and soon the tentacles were ripping apart his clothes. His jacket; shirt and dress pants hung in tatters – the tendrils winding through the tears and holes to pull themselves tightly to him. Their movements were becoming less frantic now – more steady; the tingling and vibrations slowly dying away. The appendages sliding across his skin had become slick; both with his perspirations and something of their own.

Breathing heavily; Lucifer angled himself to look up at Alastor through glazed eyes – seeing that he was now just starting to enjoy himself.

A tendril was wrapped intricately and tightly around Alastor’s balls and shaft and it was moving – slowly jerking him off. Alastor’s eyes were closed now; his head bent back as he focused on what he was feeling; focusing on the tendril still wrapped around Lucifer’s cock. Matching the pace he had set for himself; he moved the tendril.

Oh, fuck… Lucifer felt himself sink beneath the surface; watching and feeling this all play out.

Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Lucifer’s overstimulation had turned into an overwhelming pleasure. His body now ready to process everything it had experienced into something…earthshattering.

Alastor felt Lucifer’s tightening.

Heh, not quite yet, Luci.

He deliberately slowed the tendrils movements, releasing the grip it held and sliding it to play and flick at Lucifer’s balls. He got a rewardingly frustrated groan for his efforts, and it broadened the smile stretched wide across his face.

Almost there.

Alastor bit his lip; feeling his own waves of pleasure washing over him. He stretched and pulled against the tentacles supporting and holding him. There was something to be said for self-care – the feeling of fucking and being fucked – it sometimes was very rewarding.

“Please…Al….” Lucifer was pleading now. “Fuck…I’m so hard…”

Feeling his penis curving tightly now; Alastor obliged.

Alastor slid the tendril that had been torturing Lucifer back into place and he almost came from the contact. Moaning; Lucifer felt the relief of the sliding and pulling against him and he was climaxing in moments.

Alastor thrust his hips sharply; his own peak found as he felt Lucifer’s sweet release – and his tendrils slid away.

“Well, I did have more planned but I greatly miscalculated the stimulatory effects of these things.” Alastor was telling him; a tentacle snaking from his back and tossing his clothes into a bundle on the floor. Another one coiled and curled over to Lucifer; offering him his hat before slid away; disappearing completely into Alastor’s back.  

Alastor had found a pair of black sweats to slip into for himself and a soft red robe that read Hazbin Hotel in the stitching for Lucifer. Charlie had insisted the robes be made and on hand for any guests who wished to have one but Alastor had never seen any of the current residents bother with them.

They were in Alastor’s room. Following their rather erotic session within the radio tower; Alastor had moved them and their belongings by the use of his shadows.

“Yeah, no shit.” Lucifer twitched; a spasm of the residual energy transferred to him by the tendrils zapping through his body.

“My fault entirely.” Alastor continued. “I haven’t really experimented in putting them to this particular use before.”

“Oh, that’s what I want to hear. You could have ripped me in half!”

“Funny, I wasn’t hearing any complaints from you earlier.” He looked at Lucifer from the corner of his eye; head tilted – his smile ever-present across his face.

Lucifer flushed and Alastor chuckled.

“We can take a shower.” Alastor offered. “But, I’m afraid mine is not nearly as glamorous as yours.” Lucifer twitched beside him again and Alastor snorted. “It might help to reduce some of that tension you’ve got left.”

“Yeah, let’s try it.” Lucifer readily agreed.

Alastor led him to his bathroom.

Lucifer was surprised to find that it was entirely surrounded and engulfed by plants – and not just cute little houseplants but true and actual flora. There were patches of bright green grass and wildflowers bursting from the floor tile; vines wound their way from the ceiling; snaking across the walls; moss grew in mounds or hung long and stringing overhead; a small cypress even took up one corner; branches stretching over the tub and shower; filling the room with a natural and heady scent.

Very strange to have all this in a bathroom but it was all also very Alastor. This hotel room; it was like, his own personal little deer den.

Lucifer paused; slowly turning and taking in every detail as Alastor ran the shower; waiting for the water to reach an agreeable temperature.

“How did you-?”

“With an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill.” He answered; holding his hand to the water and nodding, he moved to strip his sweats off.

“You are…such an ass.” Lucifer told him. He approached the shower as Alastor stepped in and stopped; appreciating a blooming and pungent bunch of honeysuckle.

“Stop molesting the flora and get in.” Alastor told him.

“I wasn’t touching any of it!” Lucifer pulled off his robe; going into the shower with him.

It wasn’t exactly cramped but the space left for them was small. Alastor was dousing himself under the hot water that poured from the shower head – working his claws through his hair and the base of his antlers; steam filling the room.

Lucifer patiently awaited his turn; pressing himself into a corner.

Alastor shook the water from his head and antlers; turning to look at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m…waiting? I don’t know…I mean, I know you don’t want to actually be touched right now so –“

“Oh, come here.” Alastor reached for him and pulled him under the water with him. “Just don’t get…handsy.” Alastor said; turning to reach for some shampoo. Lucifer hissed when the hot water touched his skin. “And, don’t be a baby.” Alastor added.  

Lucifer stood with his back to and against Alastor’s lower chest and stomach – feeling the hot water washing over both of them. Alastor worked through the shampoo, conditioner and body wash that he had; passing them to Lucifer to use as he went. Lucifer went to scrub at his back and seeing that he wasn’t getting all of it; Alastor indifferently lathered up the parts that he missed for him.  

When they were done; they both returned to Alastor’s room – their waists wrapped in towels and carrying their clothing.

“Charlie’s not back yet?” Lucifer asked him; poorly hiding his concern.

“No, not yet.” Alastor shook his head. “Neither are any of the others. My shadow is still keeping an eye on things.”

Lucifer was starring at a bit of peeling wallpaper.

“I’m certain she is just fine, Luci.” Alastor told him. “Lilith wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to harm her and she didn’t go alone.”

“Heh,” Lucifer laughed lightly. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that…’Luci’. I like it.”

“You did tell me that I could.” Alastor reminded him.

“Yes, yes I did.”  

“I thought you did very good tonight, by the way.” Alastor told him. “I mean, you handled things well. I wasn’t easy on you. I’ll make some adjustments and plan out things a little better the next time we try it.”

“Next time!?” Lucifer’s eyes widened.

“Only if you’d like to-“

“I would. Very much.” Lucifer told him; already very excited by the idea.

Alastor couldn’t remember what he had meant to say – ‘you were perfect’ or something similar to it but what came out was:

“You’re…perfect.” 

He tensed; hearing himself say the words, but then Lucifer looked at him and…something changed.

“What did you say?” Lucifer asked him, softly.

“I…” Alastor’s throat clenched at the look Lucifer was giving him, his heart thrumming heavily in his chest. A warm and familiar feeling…a cold and frightening memory…

Fuck. Do I really want to take this risk again? And, for what exactly…?

Ears leaning back, Alastor moved in – clawed fingers spreading across Lucifer’s jaw and cheek as he bent down – softly kissing the angel. Lucifer returned his kiss but otherwise, he did not move –restraining himself from touching Alastor.

Alastor broke the kiss – deciding something.

“You may touch me.”

It wasn’t long after that, that they were both tangled in each other within the sheets of Alastor’s bed. Lucifer was still feeling incredibly overstimulated from their previous session already and Alastor took care in slowing things down and steadying them both out where he could.

Suddenly, Alastor broke away from Lucifer; his head coming up – ears working and eyes darting as he focused on something; like he had just had an important thought.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked, shifting to sit upward.

“Husker and Niffty…they were both alarmed by something just now.” Alastor paused, ears still moving like he was listening for something that Lucifer could not hear. “I think…whatever it was; it’s resolved itself now.”

“You’re sure? You can go if you –“

“No,” Alastor shook his head. “They’re ok. They’re at that damnable bar downtown that they’ve got named ‘Consent’ these days.”  

“Oh, I hate that place. What even is the vibe supposed to be like there, anyway? Like, are they really encouraging consent or is it supposed to be some messed up joke because they’ve got all those sex rooms and-“

“Luci.” Alastor growled at him. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

He crushed his face back to Lucifer’s; clawed fingers winding into the angel’s hair and pulling them both back to where they were.

When Alastor slid himself inside Lucifer, he groaned at the tight and quaking heat. Lucifer shuddered, panting beneath him. Alastor began thrusting and their bodies melded together in a delicious friction. Lucifer’s claws raked bleeding scratches across his back and shoulders; Alastor’s tongue slipped between parted lips and slid wetly inside the King’s mouth.

When they came, they came together – fully and completely consumed by each other.

Chapter 11

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 17 Straw Hats and Eri!Reader go to the Sabaody Archipelago!! (You can write what you were planning with this, since I’m so excited and curious about your idea for this arc, but I’m wondering if you’ll add in these ideas that I have, if not then that’s fine with me!! Since this Arc has a LOT happening)

Reader was scared when she saw a man killed by a Celestial Dragon, and when they left she helped heal the man so that he can go back to his family (Not realizing she was seen by a few individuals)

They finally make it to Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar (After fighting off some Bounty Hunters), and meet Shakky who treats Chopper and Reader to some Cotton Candy while telling the Straw Hats about the ‘Worst Generation’ or ‘Supernovas’ with Reader being at the top since she has the highest bounty, with Kidd second and Luffy third)

When they went to look for Rayleigh, they end up at Sabaody Park and decide to play for a bit (Especially after learning this is Reader and Camie’s first time going to a place) trying all the rides, eating cotton candy and winning giant stuffed toys, Reader was sitting next to Camie when all of a sudden, everything went dark

Everyone is horrified when they learn Reader and Camie have been kidnapped! And immediately group up with the help of Duval and the Flying Fish Gang to search and rescue Camie and Readier

When Reader woke up, she’s terrified of the strange scary men smiling sinisterly at her, and started shaking from hearing screams and cries from others as they’re being dragged away (She’s trembling violently as she’s hugging Camie in fear) until they’re being forced next to be sold off

The Auction is giving Reader ‘Special Treatment’ since she’s the ‘Big Star’ of their show (They’re being gentle with her so they don’t bruise her skin as that would make her less ‘valuable’)

The Auctioneers start to coo and fawn over how adorable Reader is only to panic when they learn she’s ‘Devil Child Y/N’ the one who’s so highly wanted by the World Governemt (As they proceed to talk about the rumors that spawned around her being a ‘Monster’, an ‘Offspring of the Devil’ and that her being here will ‘Curse Them’, which just makes her family glare murderously because none of that is true)

However Reader was also bought, but by the Female Celestial Dragon (As she wants her because Reader looks like a ‘Doll’)

Reader was horrified when she saw Hachin shot by a Celestial Dragon (She wasn’t upset when Luffy punched the ‘Bad Man’ that shot Hachin through the room)

When Rayleigh appeared in front of Camie and Reader to help them get their collars off, Reader felt that she could trust him and didn’t even close her eyes when he was taking her collar off (This makes Rayleigh smile and tell Reader that despite her age, she’s incredibly brave)

They escapes with the help of Duval and the Flying Fish from the Marines (Not before they go to Peterman and beat the SNOT out of him)

They make it back to Shakky’s Bar along with Rayleigh and learn about Rayleigh’s past that he was the First Mate of Gol D. Roger, the King of the Pirates (And Reader is told who Shanks is, and she’s in awe as she wants to meet ‘Mr. Shanks’ too!)

Rayleigh becomes another one of Reader Grandpas! (And he tells her she can just call him ‘Grandpa Ray’ since it’s probably easier for her to say, which makes her smile as she repeats it and she’s overjoyed to have another Grandpa!)

They’re going to lay low until Rayleigh finishes coating the Sunny (They’ll be able to find Rayleigh with his Vivre Card) and say goodbye to their friends to look for a place to hide for 3 days (Nami beats Luffy black and blue for wanting to go back to the Amusement Park) until they run back into Kuma! And try to fight him off and run away from him, though they’re shocked when a new guy and another Kuma appears! Only for Luffy to say they need to split up and Reader joins Luffy’s Group (Only to face off against Sentomaru who is beating Luffy with ease) though Reader was horrified to see Zoro shot but was relieved to see Grandpa Ray save him

Everyone started to run again when Luffy ordered them to run away because they can’t win as they’re too weak (Reader is running with Luffy)

Reader felt terror when Kuma made Zoro disappear, and started to panic when Kuma started to make the rest of her family disappear one by one with Brook, Usopp, Sanji, Franky, Nami, Chopper and finally Robin (Reader screamed ‘Mama’) leaving Luffy and Reader the last ones left (Both are sobbing uncontrollably over their loss of their Friends and Family, with Reader tightly hugging Luffy when everything suddenly went dark)

I tried to not make this so long, but it’s very difficult with so much information happening in each arc (So I always write down the main events that happen, then I try to shorten it as much as I can)

-The mangroves were enormous- towering high in the sky above you, with large bubbles floating all around, it was almost like a fairy tale for you.

-You were with Luffy, going to a bar owned by someone named Shakky, because the ship coater Hachi recommended was usually found there.

-The bar was rather run down, but Shakky was really nice to you and Chopper, giving you both cotton candy while she told Brook the color of her panties, after he asked, before telling Luffy that Rayleigh wasn’t there and directed him towards the amusement park.

-She then told Luffy about the other Supernovas here on the island, those with bounties over one hundred thousand, with you being in the top seat and Kidd being in second, something Luffy did pout lightly over, but he wasn’t upset at you- as he knew that the government wanted you, and that’s why they were offering so much.

-Your eyes were sparkling as you sat next to Camie as she told you about the amusement park, as you had never been and you turned to Luffy, a shy look on your face, “Can we go big brother?”

-He immediately beamed and for the next two hours you had so much fun, riding rides, sitting with Chopper when neither one of you were tall enough for the big rides, and you got to try so many treats!

-You were with Camie before you saw a man coming over and Camie screamed out as she was grabbed, alongside you. Luffy turned, seeing bounty hunters holding you both and he immediately charged over, “Camie! Y/N!!”

-These were slavers, people who had intentions on selling you both to the auction house, “A mermaid and a brat will surely fetch a nice price!” Camie had tears in her eyes, but she quickly swung out, to at least rescue you, hitting the man who was holding you, knocking him back and you out of his arms and into Luffy’s arms before they ran off with Camie, “We’ll get you back Camie!!”

-You were sniffling, hugging Luffy tightly around his neck, terrified of what had just happened, crying for Camie, but Luffy held you close, giving you the same promise, that they were going to get Camie back.

-Your hat had been knocked off, revealing you to everyone around and Luffy took off running, forgetting the hat and soon the Archipelago was alight with the news that you were there, and the slavers who had attempted to kidnap you were besides themselves! They missed out on a massive payday!!

-The auction hall was no place for a child, but your crew all met there, and they had to keep you safe, as Chopper told them that the slavers knew who you were now, and they couldn’t leave you alone.

-There were other people in the auction house who had looked over, seeing you there, holding Sanji’s hand, knowing exactly who you were, but they weren’t going to make any move on you- not with your crew around you.

-You saw a polar bear and your eyes went sparkly, tugging on Sanji’s hand, “Look- it’s a polar bear! It’s so cute!” Bepo turned, seeing you, and he blushed, looking down, apologizing, to which his crew scolded him for being so weak willed.

-Law, who had ignored you for the most part, other than hearing you call Bepo cute, heard footsteps and turned to see Kidd entering, and he instantly smirked before flipping him off.

-You saw this and you looked down at your free hand, mimicking him, “What does this mean?”

-Kidd and Law turned to see you, a six year old little girl, flipping the bird and instantly Law turned white in shock as Sanji cupped your hand, stopping you as the others were quickly glaring at Law, yelling at him for being a bad influence for teaching you something so bad as Sanji explained it was a rude gesture, not wanting you to get upset.

-Kidd couldn’t help but snicker, smirking down at Law, “Yeah Trafalgar- you are a bad influence on the little shit.”

-You looked back up at Sanji, hearing the new word, “What’s a little shit?” it was Kidd’s turn to turn white in shock as all the anger shifted quickly to him as Law couldn’t help but chuckle as they were both getting yelled at.

-When you saw Camie in a large fishbowl on stage, going to be sold off as a slave, tears welled in your eyes and you saw a man, wearing a funny suit, laughing at Hachi who tried to save Camie, before shooting him.

-You ran to him, “Hachi!” he groaned, managing to shift his body, wrapping his arms around you to shield you.

-The Celestial Dragon’s eyes went wide, “You’re that Y/N that daddy is after!! I’m going to be praised so much when I get home!!” before he approached to snatch you up.

-Hachi held you close as your horn flared up, healing him just a bit, but Luffy charged by and everyone was stunned, seeing him punch out the Celestial Dragon.

-You weren’t sure why it was bad, but everyone else was quickly running out of the building, panicking.

-There was a lady, the sister of the man Luffy just punched, also wearing a bubble suit, who quickly set up a ladder next to Camie, going to shoot her, “I’m going to kill this mermaid since you attacked my dear brother!”

-You were running before you even knew it, easily getting out of Hachi’s arms, and she saw you running towards her and she smiled, seeing that she had a chance to take you, as she knew her father and the others were all looking for you, “Aww look at you- you’re so cute! Like a little doll~ I’ll ask father to keep you once he’s done with you.”

-You then shocked everyone, except for Luffy, as you made it to the stage and you ran for her, pushing the ladder with her on it, pushing it over, sending it to the ground, “You leave Camie alone!!”

-Camie was pressed up against the fishbowl, “Y/N!” you were in tears, looking angry as the Celestial Dragon struggled to her feet, “You little brat! I was going to give you the world because you’re cute! I guess I’ll treat you like every other human- like dirt beneath my feet!”

-As she screamed at you, she swung her hand back to hit you, before a wave of energy rushed through the room, knocking those who remained, out, except for those who were strong willed, the three pirate crews in attendance, Camie, and Hachi.

-You were confused when she suddenly collapsed, looking around before you heard a man speak, “My-my~ you are quite bold little one- and you as well, ‘big brother’.”

-An old man walked out, spinning his collar on his finger before he removed Camie’s with ease, without it exploding, and he grinned, seeing Hachi, injured but not as bad as you had healed him a little bit, before introducing himself as Rayleigh.

-Luffy could tell that this was no mere ship coater, his strength was way too impressive to just be that, but he didn’t have much time to think, as word got out that an admiral was coming, as two Celestial Dragons had been attacked, and you all needed to get off the island.

-Rayleigh picked you up. You weren’t afraid of him, he was comforting, as you held his jacket, “Grandpa what did you do to that lady?”

-Rayleigh beamed brightly at your words, “Grandpa? Ooh I like the sound of that! You can call me Grandpa Rayleigh or Grandpa Ray- and to answer your question, I used Haki, I forced my will out and those with weak wills won’t be able to withstand it, so they get knocked out.”

-It sounded a little confusing as he took you to Luffy while Hachi got Camie and Rayleigh told Luffy that he would coat the ship, and to meet him in another part of the Archipelago, while he escorted Camie and Hachi to the ocean, so they could escape.

-Franky held you in his arms, shielding you as they had to run, after Luffy fought the marines alongside Kidd and Law, proving their strength, but when they got word that Kuma and an admiral, Kizaru, were on the island, you all had to make a run for it.

-Franky had to put you down as Kuma intercepted the Straw Hats, and you hid, watching Kuma easily taking care of everyone and your eyes went wide as he did the same thing he did to that princess, Perona, hitting her and blasting her away.

-One by one they were all blown away, disappearing.

-You and Luffy were screaming out everyone’s name and Robin turned to rush at you as you ran out, “Y/N!” your hands were stretched out to her, tears in her eyes, “Mama!” before she disappeared like everyone else.

-You tripped from the shock, landing hard on your hands and knees, tears immediately welling in your eyes. Your family was gone- they were all gone!

-Your tears snapped Luffy, who was in anguish, hunched over on the ground, out of his shock and he ran for you, seeing that you were still there, “Y/N!” You lifted your head, seeing him running towards you through the tears.

-You sobbed, reaching out to him, “Big brother!” before a dark shadow loomed over you, you turned, your voice caught in your throat as Luffy shouted, “GET AWAY FROM HER!!”

-Kuma’s hand came down slowly, like he wasn’t going to hit you like he had done the others, and once his paw hit the top of your head, you vanished as well.

-Luffy felt his whole world crumble, seeing you were gone as he tried to attack Kuma, lunging at him- hatred being the only thing fueling him.

-The Warlord easily caught him, holding him up by his neck as Luffy was nearly feral, demanding for his crew brought back, trying to punch and break free.

-Kuma’s voice was low as he spoke to Luffy, “I sent her somewhere safe.” Luffy’s eyes went wide, shocking him, and before he could ask where, Luffy was blown away as well.

-The Straw Hats were separated, scattered all over the Grand Line.