#( helper purrs. )

[killjoy-prince]

My aunt made an ornament for Prince

[pomefioredove]

hey hey, claudette! nice twst-cafe! can i please order a chocolate cookie #3 with frosting and powdered sugar :3? happy holidaysssss

hii I had fun with this (it turned out to be kinda silly but BEAR WITH ME!!)

order #3, chocolate with frosting, powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cat cafe

summary: heartslabyul's poor attempt at cheering you up tropes: only one bed couch, coffee shop au characters: che'nya additional info: romantic or platonic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

"Well. This was a bad idea,"

"YOU'RE ONLY REALIZING THIS NOW?!"

Ace cringes at Riddle's reddening face, and he looks to his friends for help.

Deuce is busy decorating the foyer, stringing up fairy lights and streamers. He shrugs as Riddle chases Ace around the room, shouting and chastising him.

Trey comes out of the kitchen with a tray of tiny tea cakes, Cater following with a few cups of coffee (trendy latte art included!)

"What's the problem?" Trey asks. "Ace, what did you break?"

"WHAT? NOTHING!"

"Grim got out," Deuce says plainly, stepping down the ladder. "And the Prefect's due at any second. Sam can't stall them forever."

Trey sets down the cakes and cradles his chin in his palm, calmly contemplating the situation while Riddle continues chasing Ace around the room. "Well, this is certainly a problem. How can we have a cat cafe with no cat?"

"HELLO? WHO CARES ABOUT GRIM! SOMEONE REIGN IN THE HOUSEWARDEN!"

"Riddle," Trey says. "We need Ace to help us find Grim. Collaring him won't help anyone."

Riddle finally relents, plopping down on the couch with a frustrated hmph!

Ace collapses on the floor.

"He's... just concerned about the Prefect," Trey tries, much to Ace's annoyance.

Cater puts aside the coffee cups he was carrying. "Well, we're not gonna find Grim just sitting around here. If we all split up, we can cover campus. I'll DM for some backup,"

Trey nods, helping Ace to his feet, and the four of them follow him to the door.

"Sam'll keep them busy for a few more minutes, at the least. Let's not waste any time,"

The five Heartslabyul helpers split off in five different directions from Ramshackle's door, determined to make their final minutes of preparation count.

Unfortunately, it was more like their final seconds. After an impossibly long sales pitch from Sam (who else could manage to spin a potato-flavored soda into a two hour discussion?) you dragged yourself back to Ramshackle's door, pulling out your key- only to find it unlocked already.

Can't be good, you think, but when you come inside, it's...

...Well, clean. And pleasantly warm. And everything smells like coffee and vanilla. And there's cat-shaped confetti everywhere. And...

...No Grim. No one at all, actually.

"...Grim?" you call out. "Ace? Deuce? You guys upstairs?"

No reply. Maybe they're going to surprise you? You take a seat on one of the sofas and wait.

And wait.

And... wait.

Finally, you figure the coffee is getting cold, so you help yourself to a cup. And the desserts are going to go bad if they're left out too long, so you have a few treats. Definitely Trey's baking, but no Trey.

It's felt like half an hour when you hear humming over your head.

"Guys?" you ask, but there's no one beside you, or behind you.

"One "guy", actually," the hum says. "All alone, are you?"

More NRC nonsense. You nod, anyhow.

"Pity. A party with no playthings, a cat cafe with no cats... except, ah, that's right. Me!"

There's suddenly a weight on your shoulders, and you look up to see Che'nya sitting on the back of the sofa behind you, both legs slung over your body.

"Hello, again. You look just as lost as when I met you, even in your own home. How mad!"

You blink, wide-eyed, and he boops your nose.

"I was invited, at your behest- not as a cat, but as a guest- though, as it goes, I suppose I may as well fill both roles?"

"You- I-"

He slips down to sit at your side, poking at your perplexed expression. "I can purr, if you'd like. You'll have to ask nicely, though, and in iambic pentameter!"

It's hard to tell whether or not he's being serious- especially with that smile of his. He drapes himself over your lap.

"...Thank you," you manage, patting his head. He purrs, despite all of the terms and conditions he'd just given you.

"Oh, no need, it's for the others. They're worrying themselves sick, thinking they're going to miss that surprised look on your face when you see all this! Though... I suppose it's a bit late for that. I'll have to describe it to them, hm?"

"...Poor guys,"

"They'll live," he says, curtly, encouraging you to pet him more by leaning into the touch of your hand.

You scratch behind his ears and he bites at your fingers, though they're only playful nips (Grim likes it when you pet there, after all, and aren't most cat-creatures the same? ...Er, maybe you should keep that thought to yourself).

It's nice, for a time. You wonder what it would have been like, if things had gone according to plan; all of your friends, eating and laughing and shouting and fighting and... perhaps this is a bit better. But only a bit.

Che'nya does nothing but nip at your hand when you're not petting him, and purr when you are. He picks at the fuzzies and dust bunnies on the ancient, decomposing couch, and lets them float away in the indoor draft.

Curious, how the unexpected, unexplainable chaos of things going wrong can actually be the most calming path to take.

It's been a chaotic week. But... this is welcomed chaos.

Somewhere between your third tea cake and your first finger sandwich, you fall asleep, comforted by the warmth in your lap and the fullness of your stomach.

"PREFECT!"

OW!

You hit your head on something hard, fully awake in a half-second just to feel the hurt on your forehead. You had bumped against Ace when you shot up in bed, and he was, too, cradling his bruised head in his hand.

"Ah- are you okay?" you ask, and he ignores you.

"How long have you been here?!"

You glance around the room- you're in bed, in your room, in your school clothes, though you were sure you'd dozed off downstairs...

And here are Deuce, Riddle, Trey, and Cater- but no Che'nya.

"I-I don't know. I suppose I got home around six..."

The boys breathe a sigh of collective relief. "Then we're only a few minutes late,"

"A few minutes?" you ask, sitting up in bed. "I'm sure it's been much longer than that."

"We left just before six to find this thing," Trey taps his watch.

Riddle holds up a struggling Grim. "LEMME GO! I DON'T WANNA BE NO PET!"

You blink, and Ace clears his throat, clearly trying not to burst into laughter. "He was trying to hide in the cafeteria- he got stuck in a teapot!"

"Was a really big one, too," Trey mutters. "Ahem- anyway- we came back just now and noticed someone had eaten half the food, the drinks were all gone, and you were asleep up here."

You rub your head again, brain still fuzzy and foggy from sleep. "...Did Che'nya not explain?"

The boys go silent and still, looking between each other.

"...Che'nya? He's not here," Riddle starts, tentatively. "He was invited, but he said RSA has their midterm exams this week. He never came."

You laugh. "But he was here. He must have taken me upstairs when I fell asleep, and eaten all that food- I barely had a bite!"

Your friends all exchange frightened looks, and then their eyes fall on you, sparkling with suspicion, as if you had gone mad.

"...Alright, then" Ace says. "Uh, I'll get you an icepack for your head."

"I'll go with him," Deuce continues.

"I'll bring up some painkillers," Trey murmurs.

"I'll put on tea! I knew coffee was a bad idea!" Riddle announces, following after the three.

You look between them as the leave, one by one. Before Cater can follow, you call out. "But he was here. You believe me, right?"

"Aw, hon, you've had a long week," Cater says, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure it was just a weird dream."

He leaves, and somewhere, above your head, you hear humming.

This is going to be an interesting night.

[flo-zoinks]

Plzplzplz i love ur headcannons sm!! Could u do some if they found a small cat wander into camp ??

Aw ty!!!!! (This is the first normal hc req I've had LMAO 💀)

HOW EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER REACTS TO A CAT IN CAMP (MY OPINION)

Arthur - quite indifferent to it, probably jokes at least someone else'll be bringing in meat they hunt to camp, much to Dutch's distaste. He sketches it a couple times however

John - doesn't like cats too much, but grows a little close to it by them both sitting in silence in chapter 2 whilst John was still recovering

Javier - wants to keep the cat, often strokes kitty but isnt a huge cat fan, although perhaps he plays guitar whilst the cat listens. Calls it gordito

Pearson - rambles on sight that sailors and navy boys believe cats are good luck to anyone who hears as an excuse to bring up being in the navy. Offhandedly will feed it chunks that can't go into the main stew for whatever reason later on- (Arthur hates that)

Uncle - ignores the cat mostly but they are often found in the future lazing around together in camp. The people in camp say it's Uncle's protege

Bill - Worried on how Cain would interact with the kitty but if all goes well and they keep the cat he likes to keep the 2 animals together, insisting Cain could use some other friends

Hosea - Wants to keep the cat as long as its self reliant (eg hunts for itself), saying it'll boost a camp morale to have a pet. Reads the newspaper whilst it sits on the table together.

Dutch - immediately uses it as reason to have another speech praising cats for not following society's clutch and doing as they please with no care. Calls it Ruth (Ruthie by most)

Mary-Beth - falls in love with the cat, likes to write with them curled up on her lap and brushes it with a special hairbrush she (stole) got. Once also (stole) got a cute pendant and put it on the cat as a collar - though had to take it off knowing it would get stolen and put the kitty in danger

Tilly - also wants to keep it, and rants to the cat about Miss Grimshaw whilst the kitty listens. Probably a little protective of it and wants the cat to be a pet for the girls and keeps it away from select guys

Karen - "aw that's cute". Doesn't really care past that but perhaps makes a sarcastic comment to the cat every once in a while talking shit about someone

Grimshaw - at first didnt want an unhygienic animal here, but quickly grew to love it as a mini helper in removing vermin and mouse. Often is seen walking around camp with the kitty and tells camp members to take notes as it's a lot more clean then half the gang

Abigail - strokes the kitty and likes the cat, though is also quite indifferent to it. However shes one of the first to look for it if it goes missing for Jack's sake

Jack - ADORES THE CAT. Cried a little to Abigail saying he felt guilty for liking a cat which is a dogs enemy, therefore Cain's. But now often they play together and when he has naps the cat curls up close next to him

Trelawny - REALLY likes cats, surprisingly. Ensures Micah isn't near to the kitty and uses it as an assistant for his magic tricks. Says every wizard needs his cat. Probably when disappearing will reappear more often to check up on the cat

Strauss - a little avoiding to it at first thinking it's quite dirty, yet as he spends so much time in camp the cat grows to be his little helper whilst he does work, sitting in silence next to him. The only time Strauss ever shared his wealth was buying the cat a little bed next to his desk, partly to avoid it from sitting on his papers again.

Sean - quite superstitious on cats, so if it came around Christmas time hes very happy to see the cat. Believes it's good luck, but watches it closely in case it let's a mouse escape or purrs with it's back to the fire. Teaches all this to Jack, and likes to pat the cat periodically.

Lenny - doesn't care much for the cat, but if everyone else likes it then he supposes it's a good thing to have in camp. Worries to Hosea on having a cat whilst they move often the cat would struggle to adapt, but Hosea says not to worry as the cat is a lot smarter then half of camp, (he names Bill), and they manage.

Molly - also incredibly superstitious about cats, and at first doesn't want them to keep it saying its unhygienic. After time shes seen with the cat on her lap as she complains about her life to it brushing the kitty. However she says it's only to stop it being messy on her things. Insists it's a she and calls her Princess

Sadie - could not care less about the cat, probably ignores it if it comes close without realising

Charles - likes cats, pats the kitty often and gives it spare food he has. However he can't stand how the cat plays with live food, and had to put some animals out of its misery when the cat got bored with them, much to his disdain

Kieran - doesn't say anything but REALLY wants them to keep it. At first he's a little nervous around the cat but instantly warms up to it soon after and tries to spend all his time with the cat. Tries to get the cat and horses to bond

Micah - "Do we NEED another mangy lazy animal we've already got Swanson" really doesn't want a cat in camp, probably kicked it once without realising but didn't care much. Calls them weak animals for being always 'sneaky' rather than fighting everything head on on

Thanks for asking me!!!❤ what do you think?? HAVE A NICE DAY I LOVED THIS ASK XX

[fraugwinska]

Our lovely couple moves in together... Smut ahead - Minors DNI - Adult themes!

"Last chance to change your mind, cher."

You cocked your brow with that sweet smile you always had when looking at him, a small box in your hand. Alastor stood at the front doors of his townhouse, his arms crossed and leaning against the door frame, returning your grin with an even wider one.

"You know me long enough to know I am not one to take back my word, love. My house is yours from this day on forward."

With the flick of his wrist, he summoned various of his voodoo minions, who all immediately sprung into action, one of them taking the box out of your hand while the others crept to the waiting car with the few belongings in boxes you had accumulated over the past years. Most of them were books you could hardly part with, an antique room screen you got as a gift from Zestial. Your office, mostly, folders and folders of your articles, the polished black typewriter you loved. A vintage, cherry-wood cathedral radio - Alastor's gift to celebrate your three year anniversary. It's been about nine, now. Nine incredible, enchanting, magical, horrific, terrible and utterly love-filled, chaotic and passionate and simply hellbent and haphazardous years. Nine years, in which Hell came truly alive for you. Nine years, and finally one step further. Moving in together.

He watched as the final helper sprung inside to sit at the steering wheel of the car to drive it back to the rental, his arms still crossed. You tried hard to find the catch, but it seemed that Alastor simply wanted this, just as much as you did. No trickery, no traps, nothing. Just him, and you, together in his treasured house. Well. Mostly.

Though you've not met her yet, you knew about Niffty - a young, new sinner Alastor took under his wings. Whether he made a deal with her, or simply hired her, you didn't know, and you didn't really care, but she would also be at his house, he had told you, as a live-in maid/housekeeper. And because he was a gentleman of his times, he offered to change this condition and make her move out, if it made you uncomfortable - you immediately refused. You wouldn't deny a young demon like her shelter out of petty and misplaced insecurities, and the thought that someone other than yourself would actually be doing the brunt of the housework around your new home was immensely enticing.

With a smirk Alastor lifted himself up and stepped away from the door frame, stretching an arm out as an invitation, still smiling.

Your grin widened at him and you hummed, a rather contented purr escaping your throat and rumbling deep within as you took his hand. He pulled you into him, his head turning to press a kiss into your hair, the fresh breeze blowing a smell of flowers and smoke through the garden - you melted against his touch.

"Well then, welcome to your new home, darling...", Alastor mumbled against the crown of your head.

The town house was one of the few places you had never been to before. Over the years, Alastor let you into his world more and more. His radio tower became your most frequented place to be together, and even that took a full year of talks, dinners, outings and strolls together before that. And the progress into a deeper bond that didn't just rely on the foundation of mutual interest and curiosity was a slow one with him. But he was never, in your eyes, anything other than a gentleman and an all around impeccably wonderful sinner - even at his worst, and certainly at his best. And his very best was, by any and every definition, impressive.

He showed you his turf, introduced you to people who worked for him, acquaintances and friends alike. That's how you've met Mimzy for example, although she certainly wasn't one of your favorite people... but that did go both ways. Alastor adored her, and you respected that. You understood that, considering who he is - the petty grudges Mimzy bore against you because of misplaced jealousy were part and parcel of your life on his side. You remembered the joy when he mentioned that Rosie was also a friend and part of his close inner circle, and she soon became someone whose presence you always enjoyed. Fully supportive and invested in you two as she was, Rosie always helped whenever you could think of problems, whether big or small, in your shared journey through Hell. She and Alastor both supported and loved you in all of your ways and plans, the latter having been what helped you rise to editor in chief at the Pentagram Daily and right hand to Zestial, who had gradually turned from boss to close friend to you.

Hell truly came alive for you.

Your focus moved to the townhouse itself. It was modest and tastefully furnished, with dark wood furniture and decor, a wooden plated kitchen filled with plants and the strange hellish shrubbery you grew accustomed to and green tiling on the bathroom floors and walls. The fireplace in the foyer was glowing with a healthy ember and flames, the heat engulfing you, as well as a vague hint of Alastor's signature smell that seemed to be oozing from everywhere.

"Why don't you come and have a seat, love. Let me take your things upstairs and then we'll have some coffee ready in a minute, hm?"

Alastor's hands left yours, and you didn't turn around as his presence receded. Your thoughts were so caught up in the beauty of the house, your pink claws traced and ran over the lines of the wood paneled wall. Alastor had never stayed at your apartment, an agreement and precaution he decided on even when you officially started dating, citing his moral code and the rules of courting he intended to follow. Where he filled the days, the nights were always spent alone, in your own home. The time spent together was full with discussions, talks and occasional killings, and yes, you'd also share more intimate moments - kisses, touches, even some serious fooling around. But he had always stopped, right before crossing the one final line. Your body had been a sanctuary, a sacred place which was not to be violated or disturbed, not even by him. And while you found it almost endearing, after a few years it made you crave finally taking the last step.

It's a funny thing, wanting and craving something with your full body and soul while at the same time, the actual act that would grant this wasn't something you ever thought you needed, in contrary. It had been a weapon, a tool for you to do what you did when you were alive and what earned you damnation in hell, as unfair as it was. Sex was one of the simplest concepts of mankind to corrupt, of course. And maybe this was the reason for Alastor never allowing both of you to crossing that line, too. Perhaps he would have, if it wasn't for him knowing where you came from - because he knew you used sex as a method of getting men to lower their guard, a means to an end.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a faint giggle, and you looked down. A small, wide-eyed cyclops girl stood before you, barely reaching your knees. She wore a dark red blouse with a red skirt, and a white apron covered the front. The demoness beamed up at you, grinning, her single eye framed by a magenta bob cut fixed to your face and hands clasped together.

"Alastor told me a lot about you, miss! I'm Niffty! Can you believe you actually exist? When Alastor first told me about you, I- well- ohh, this is SO EXCITING!! We'll be the best of friends, and we'll talk and you'll tell me ALL your stories and I will learn everything about them, so I won't forget anything and-"

She stopped herself as the sound of a throat being cleared was heard through the hall, and Alastors form, already half obscured in the shadows of the hall, stiffened.

"Niffty, you promised me to not be weird, my dear.", he tutted, glowering at her, one of his eyes twitching and his close-lipped smile tensed. You almost burst out laughing. It was always an endearing and utterly charming sight, when he got flustered or nervous. His discomfort always manifested itself in the twitch of his eyes or nose, or an unexpected flick of the wrist at something mundane and simple like this - and as silly as it may seem to others, Niffty's uncontainable energy, the utter wholesome enthusiasm and weirdness of hers that could get even the radio demon uncomfortable made you soft for the girl.

Your tail swished playfully as you grinned up towards Alastor and turned back to the exciteable demon before you.

"Ah, Alastor did tell me what a lovely companion you were, chèrie.", you told Niffty, a light purr entering your voice, which made her ears prick and her eye to light up, the singular black and yellow iris blown wide. You held out your hand to the maid and gave her a soft smile, tilting your head. "I'm sure we'll get along well together."

Nifftys small, clawed hand shot into yours as if it was on fire and you squeezed it with a slight force that made her squeal with glee. She shook your hand so rapidly you could barely register it, and her head was bopping up and down eagerly.

"Yes! Absolutely!!! I'll do anything, anything, anything!! We will get along perfectly! I'll make coffee, you drink coffee, right? And maybe some cookies!" She said in a hurry, her words and excitement blurring together, not even waiting for an answer but scurrying away to the kitchen. She was as hyper as a squirrel in a tree and equally adorable, and your grin widened with amusement at her enthusiasm.

"So, that's Niffty.", you mused, chuckling at his rather stiff and awkward posture.

"Oh, a dear child, without a doubt - a lovely, twisted little thing. It was fortunate that she met me.", he agreed. Alastor's ears flicked slightly as you came closer, his tone lowering once again. "Still, you must not underestimate her. If you'd see the things she does to the vermin around the house..." He laughed.

"Well, never mind that. You still have the second floor to inspect, darling. Shall we?"

He extended an arm, grinning, and with a raised brow and a hummed 'oooh, scandalous,' you hooked your elbow around his and let him drag you up the stairs with a short lived chuckle.

It didn't even take five seconds for your composure to crack once you saw the bedroom. Not because there was any hint of dubiousness to it, quite the contrary. Everything was nice and clean and sweet smelling, the windows were opened, allowing the fresh air from outside to gently blow into the room. The bed, an old, beautiful vintage piece of dark brown walnut furniture, had black satin sheets that seemed cool and smooth even to your eyes and there was a surprising number of soft pillows and blankets.

"This, I didn't think I'd need to mention... will be the only part of the house to be completely off-limits to young miss Niffty. Or anyone except for us, for that matter." He smiled at you with a most wicked grin as his shadow crept to the door, closing it shut.

Your body froze and your mind went blank and for a moment, you weren't able to think at all, just feel the burning of your body and the tingling of your skin. Oh, dear Satan. Slowly, his words really sank in, and the reality of their meaning dawned on you and tightened your grin.

He wanted the same as you. And it seemed he was finally ready to do something about it.

It was silly of you. So many people in hell fucked every day, in so many ways - whether because it was the nature of sin itself to be more perverse and vile than it could be in the living realm, or because there were so few taboos that remained in hell to keep up... and you were aware of your hypocrisy. A serial killer would definitely not be able to point fingers, let alone judge, others, you knew. But with him, it was different. At least to you it was. He wasn't some pervert. He had principles. Standards. Values.

Valuing you was one of those, and respecting and caring for you, as much as he respected himself. To him, sexuality, lust, any expression of this... had always had to be a conscious decision to be made with you, not some primal reflex forced upon you, if the time ever came.

And the knowledge that finally, that last boundary of your relationship, which, for the past nine years, had become so noticable and odd for others in its non-intimacy, was about to be breached, and his intention to cross it with you as explicit as it possibly could be, sparked a heat inside of you unlike any other kind of flame that has ever burnt your skin. Well, loin des yeux, près du cœur.

"Really, my dear? No remarks at all, not even a clever retort? Did I finally get the cat's tongue?", Alastor teased and you shivered at the way his eyes glazed over like a starved predator, his hungry gaze washing over your flushed, but now obviously and severely flustered face. He always said your flushing, especially when flustered, looked good on you. His large claws brushed down your shoulders and arms, leaving a hot trail in their wake and sending an all-out shiver of delight and anticipation down your spine.

"What a rare sight, you're absolutely adorable when shy."

"You are impossible...", you replied, slowly feeling the soft mattress hit the back of your thighs and the added support behind your back made you keenly aware of just how strong he was. One of the strongest, if not the strongest of all the overlords. And you loved his strength - when he ripped into the bodies of foolish sinners as when he now used it to lift you with ease, sit you down onto his bed, his palms resting on the pillows right besides your head.

"Do you really want to do this, cher?", your words were a breathy, yet rumbling whisper. Your black pupils blew wide, taking over the majority of the shades of magenta and pink and fuchsia.

Alastors grin grew wider at the sight of it, tilting his head as his knees pushed his body even higher, the bed creaking. The sound was familiar, comforting even. He settled above you, one hand slipping under your nape, softly lifting your face up to meet his and the cold claws on the tips of his fingers brushed against your heated skin, just like your icy claws ran down the column of his exposed throat, caressing the length of his neck down to the knot of his bow tie.

"Yes..." He hummed the word out low and long, an eager purr-growl that rumbled his chest and throat and made him grind his hips against yours. Your head fell back in bliss as his knee slotted in-between your legs and pressed, just right, against your crotch, with perfect pressure against the sensitive flesh. A whimper of his name tumbled past your lips, followed by a soft moan. You moved your leg upwards and ran it against his, just so, and his breath, too, came out a stuttering, gasping sigh. "Yes. My mind has been set on this matter for a long while."

His ears flicked again and you watched in rapt fascination as his antlers grew and eyes went darker. And without another word, your lips clashed together in a messy, passionate kiss that left your head reeling and your stomach dropping. Your hands pulled at the silken material of his tie, desperately fumbling with it in order to make it loose enough to allow him to breath as his own claws pressed into your thigh, possessive and demanding, leaving deep cuts in your long, flowy skirt.

A groan escaped your mouth, almost unrecognizable to you. So different from your usual smooth demeanor, so raw, wanton. A moan, loud and hoarse, that shook you with the power and force you put into it and reverberated through both of your bodies, tangled around each other, pressed together. Your vision swam before your eyes, his delicious scent filling your lungs. You drowned in his everything - his smell, the feeling of his weight pinning you down to the bed, his lips, moving against yours in a violent dance and his tongue, swirling around yours. He kissed the same way he hunted, taking no prisoners and leaving no escape - you could still taste traces of the coffee he drank before you arrived, it had been laced with bourbon, a drink you now craved in your blood, and needed inside of you.

In a faraway, dazed state of mind, a realization crossed your cloudy, hazy thoughts. There was no going back now, not that you wanted to, anyway. But now, everything between you and Alastor was going to be different. Unshackled. You were ready to cross that line, more than so, but now, after waiting and building that expectation for so long, there was an even bigger anticipation, so strong, even your arms were shaking, the black fabric of his harness brushing against the skin of your arms as he shrugged his overcoat off.

Every touch of him felt new, electrified by the knowledge and expectation of waht to come. His palm brushed over the thin fabric covering the skin of your stomach. His lips pulled from your swollen ones, tracing a path downwards. Down, towards your neck. Your ear. Your collarbone. Teeth grazed your soft, delicate flesh and his lips captured the skin his hands revealed as he undressed you.

You cried out, eyes tightly shut as he bit and kissed his way down the valley between the soft, malleable flesh of your breast, the heated muscle of your belly, his palms softly digging in the expanse of skin of your legs. His long, glowing, red claws traced the sensitive skin inside of your thighs.

You gasped, almost breathless at this point. So utterly overwhelmed by the sensations of it all, senses oddly heightened by the way he teasingly bit down onto the inside of your thigh - just where the cloth of the undergarments, his last barrier to reach your actual core, ended. The feeling of your own tail stroking over his back, in tandem with his claw cutting the cloth made your vision go white for a moment, the feather light touch making you tremble and breathe his name out like an unholy prayer, repeated over and over.

"So divine and yet so corrupted...", he mumbled against your heated skin, before he shoved one of the plush pillows under your arched back.

"So holy and yet so blasphemous..." you felt his breath cool on the wetness of your exposed folds, so, so close to what you needed, and felt his tongue, carefully, sliding along the folds of your quivering core, just an almost and not yet a finally in sweetest torture, his body a veil between you and the world.

"Only yours to offer...", his eyes shot to you, intense and hungry under his twisted antlers, awaiting your decision, and you nodded with baited breath at which he refocused on the slick heat before him, "...and only mine to take."

His tongue parted the lips, delving inside and licking a broad stroke between them, before the tip danced around your aching clit and just for a moment, you forgot how to even breath anymore, your mind blanking out for an endless, timeless, perfect second.

All you felt was bliss, the sheer pleasure washing over and drowning you in it, the all encompassing, fulfilling sensation of something you had not even dared to dream of was now your present reality and there was nothing else, nothing beside his tongue. A gasping whine filled the silence, breaking through the crescendo of white noise, a cry, a plea for more as his long, pointy, impossibly dexterous tongue lapped against and slipped inside of you, thrusting in and out with torturous drag.

Your hands curled tightly into the fabric beneath you, preventing yourself from bending like a hunting bow as he added not one, but two of his fingers. His rhythm was unforgiving and almost too intense, so perfect, with just enough change for the friction not to burn into an unsatisfactory numbness.

"Mmmh... I could live on the taste of you, love.", Alastor breathed the words against the inside of your thigh, before biting down into the skin with a possessive growl. His claws dug into the plush flesh of your hips, holding them up as blood dripped in heavy drops from the bite. He sucked and licked on the wound and the sight of him, macabre and beautifully latched onto you, was almost enough to make you come, fingers still working against your heat.

You were almost there, you could feel it in the way the muscles in your stomach clenched, the tightening coil deep within, the way your breath hitched and became quicker and shallower, the way you started to tremble, the feeling of pure pleasure and joy.

"Stop, amour. Please stop...", you panted, not wanting to come alone, not selfish enough to be serviced like this, the pleasure too good to end so soon without him in it. You gasped for air, forming the words in your head.

His head whipped upwards, his glowing red eyes narrowed in concern, but you just smiled at him in reassurance, face hot and body sticky to the touch. "Réclamez-moi entièrement pour que nous puissions atteindre la fin ensemble...", you pleaded.

Alastor understood your words perfectly and his eyes widened. He took a shaky breath, before he chuckled and rose up, ripping his dress shirt along with the black harness away and revealing the expanse of his torso, the muscles, the soft fur, the countless scars. His belt came loose, his slacks fell to the ground, kicked away. He was magnificent when dressed - But he was unearthly beautiful when naked, every inch of him on display and for you to devour.

The tip of his member brushed against the slick opening of your core, making you whine.

"Always the one to choose a draw, darling."

Your hands reached for him, pulling him on top of you, the heat of his naked skin pressing onto you. He felt so wonderful, his hair falling forward, covering the side of his face, his breath tickling your nose. He leaned down, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, and your eyes fluttered close.

"You know I always prefer to lose if it's a win for both of us in the end, mon cerf..."

Alastor's lips captured yours again and his tongue entered, claiming and dominating the kiss in the same moment he pushed his hips into you, sheathing himself fully. He felt so, so much bigger than he looked, the stretch a delectable pain, an utterly delightful kind of burn. Your walls stretched around him, trying to adjust and get used to the feeling. It was almost overwhelming, how perfect he fit into you, how his thick, throbbing length brushed against that sweet spot inside of you, his girth stretching and filling you to the brim.

You both groaned, his head dropping forward as his hips rolled and he started to move. Slow, shallow thrusts, testing the waters. He pulled out, almost all the way, before rolling back in and setting a slow, savoring pace, dragging his hips just so to make his cock brush against your most sensitive spots.

Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your claws digging into them until you drew blood. With a growl, Alastor picked you up, letting himself fall back into a sitting position and pulled you upright on his lap. Equals, both able to be in control, both dependent on the other. Connected, not just by your cores, but also by your eyes you sat still for a moment. He was inside of you, and you had never felt this complete. He was a part of you, and the feeling was intoxicating, addictive, all consuming.

And then, he started to move you. Alastor let his head fall into the crook of your neck, whispering your name against your throat and you cried his out aloud, his claws digging into your hips and moving them, lifting them and pushing them down in a growing rhythm, matching his own eager movements, the drag of his cock inside of you utterly divine. You rolled your hips, chasing the feeling of him, while your own claws painted red lines on his back. You tasted blood, your canines biting your lip so hard it opened the delicate skin, and on a whim you nudged his head up to share it with him. He moaned, tasting the metallic fluid on your tongue, and it was enough to drive you both over the edge.

He spent himself inside of you with a hoarse growl, the hot, sticky fluid painting your insides as he wrapped his arms around you to press you even deeper into him, the sensation alone enough to make your head spin and your eyes water with hot tears. Your own high followed, you were desperate to sink your teeth in something, so you latched onto his neck, biting down as your walls tightened around his still twitching cock, milking it dry and coating him with the proof of your mutual ecstasy.

For a while, all either of you did was pant, breathing deeply, trying to collect yourselves and regain any kind of composure. Your eyes were still closed, but you could feel the slight movement of his chest, the beat of his heart under your palms that rested on his chest, your teeth still deep in his skin. You couldn't bear to let go, fearing the loss of his skin on your lips, but his hands came up to your face and gently pulled you away.

A small chuckle left his lips as he looked at you. His face was smeared red with the residue of your blood, and you might as well must've looked the same, coated in his.

"Now, isn't this the best way to christen a new bed? The unholy trinity: Blood, sweat and tears."

You laughed, the sound of it a little weak and a bit hoarse.

"You didn't happen to buy a new couch, too?", you asked, voice playful and low.

"Oh, I certainly do plan on it now, darling. I'm thinking of refurnishing the whole damn house." He grinned at you, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips, and it was impossible not to mirror his impish grin.

A rattle on the doorknob made both of you snap your heads to the entrance of your bedroom. In an instant, you made yourself - and to your delight, Alastor, still sheathed in you, too - invisible, just in time before Niffty broke through the door, in a loud bickering fight with Alastor's shadow.

"....and the coffee is getting cold if they.... oh, they're not here. Why didn't you tell me they're not here? Oh, maybe they are searching for me, maybe I should go look for them? Maybe they're downstairs, or in the garden? Oh no, wait, maybe they're on the roof? No, no, no, maybe..."

She rambled as she ran back down, and with a giggle you made both of you visible again.

" 'Completely off-limits to young miss Niffty' you say?", you grinned at him, a sadistic smile on your lips as you leaned in to kiss the small wounds on his neck.

"I also said to not underestimate her...", he sighed, commanding his shadow with his hand to close the door once more. And this time, with a poignant look and glowing red eyes, to lock it up.

Translations: loin des yeux, près du cœur - absence makes the heart grow fonder Réclamez-moi entièrement pour que nous puissions atteindre la fin ensemble... - Claim me fully so we can reach the end together…

[sea-lanterns]

I like to think Arlecchino babies (specifically kitty! Lynette and kitty Lyney and puppy! Freminet) that aren’t bunnies at all. Is still regardless her babies and pleasant surprise to find her babies that is under the chicken! Reader “brooding them” as the kitties purr and puppy silently doze away from the warmth the chicken provide

Hen! Reader is just brooding any baby she sees atp 🥺

The urge to mother is strong, and Arlecchino is more than happy to have a few extra helpers with watching over her little ones. Hen! Reader will oftentimes sneak into the bunny hutch and sit on Bunny! Arlecchino’s babies so Arle can go out and munch on the grass without having to worry. They’re under the warmth of Hen! Reader (the warmest and plumpest chicken ever) and are also guarded by Mavuika because she’s never too far from her mate.

Hen! Reader is an amazing co-mom for Arle <3

[ficreadergirl]

*The week dragged on for Jason, the taste of the mysterious vigilante's kiss lingering on his lips, the feel of her body pressed against his a haunting memory that refused to fade. He patrolled the streets with a newfound vigour, his eyes peeled for any sign of the crimson figure that had left him breathless in the alleyway.*

Jason: Keep your eyes peeled, Hood. *he murmurs to himself, the cold winter air carrying his words away* You're not getting away from me that easily.

*As he rounds the corner, the sound of a struggle reaches his ears. He quickens his pace, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation.*

Jason: Looks like someone's been naughty again. *says, a smirk playing on his lips as he approaches the scene.*

Y/n: *She's got a thief pinned to the ground, her staff pressing into his back, a smirk on her lips as she glances up to see Jason approach.* And look who's here to play Santa's little helper.

Jason: You know I hate that outfit. *grumbles, though his eyes are glinting with amusement as he takes in her form, the way her costume clings to her curves, the swish of her crimson cape in the breeze.*

Y/n: Well, you can't blame me for getting into the spirit of things. *she winks at him, her grip on the thief tightening slightly.* Now, let's see what we've got here.

*The thief squirms beneath her, his eyes wide with fear as he sees the notorious Red Hood looming over him.*

Thief: Please, don't hurt me! *begs, his voice trembling.*

Y/n: Oh, don't worry. *she purrs* I've got a much more... festive way of dealing with naughty boys.

Jason: You're one twisted elf. *laughs, a sound that's half admiration, half bewilderment.*

Y/n: Why, thank you. *says, her smile sharp.* Now, let's get this over with so we can get to the good stuff. *With a swift move, she pulls out a set of handcuffs from her utility belt and secures the thief, then stands up, brushing off her knees.* All wrapped up and ready for the jolly ol' jail cell.

Jason: You've got a strange sense of humour.

Y/n: It keeps me warm on these cold patrol nights. *says, her eyes sparkling.* So, what's your Christmas wish?

Jason: To find out who you really are. *says, his voice low and intense, getting closer to her.* But I guess that's one present I can't unwrap until you're ready to tell me.

Y/n: Patience, Jason. *says, her voice a silky whisper.* Good things come to those who wait.

Jason: You're really pushing it, elf.

Y/n: Oh, I know. *laughs, her eyes lighting up.* But isn't that part of the fun?

*In a flash, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into a kiss that was just as unexpected as the first one. This time, however, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she deepens it, her free hand sliding up to cup his cheek.*

Y/n: I guess I am feeling a bit generous tonight. *murmurs against his mouth.*

Jason: You're something else. *he says, his grip on her tightening as the kiss lingers.* But I'm not letting you go until I get answers.

Y/n: Well, you might just get more than you bargained for. *says, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leans in for another kiss, her body pressing against his. The tension between them is palpable, the air crackling with unspoken desires. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling in the cold night air. Breaking the kiss* But for now, we've got a city to protect. *says, a teasing lilt to her voice.*

Jason: Yea. *he agrees, his voice husky.* But later, we're finishing this.

Y/n: Looking forward to it. *she says, her voice a seductive purr.*

*And with that, they both leap into the night, the crimson and black figures disappearing into the shadows, leaving the thief to contemplate his unfortunate encounter with the unconventional heroes of the city.*

[moonlilymusings]

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warnings: !MDNI! gn!reader, subby baizhu, CANON BAIZHU HE’S SICK!! light angst? i mean it wasn’t intended to be sad but not including zhu’s illness is illegal, dry humping, m!receiving mostly we don’t need to cum when there’s a pretty princess on our lap right, not proofread i’ll edit if i see something wrong later 🙏

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“Is the doc in?” You knock on the doorframe to his personal room behind the pharmacy. Baizhu has his back turned to the door as he fills out what you could only assume are prescriptions. When he doesn’t repond, but mumbles out some numbers to calculate, you approach his side, setting a hand on his desk to look down at what he’s doing. Baizhu glances up, surprised to see you and he quickly jots down his number then returns to you with a serene smile.

“What brings you here so late?” He asks, setting the his writing supplies aside and placing his hands against his back to stretch. You notice Changsheng isn’t there on his shoulders like she usually is, then you also notice Qiqi is nowhere to be seen either.

“Just wanted to pay my favorite doctor a visit. Where have your little helpers gone?” You ask, brushing hair from his face as he removes his glasses.

He rubs his face tiredly. “Qiqi was drug away to a sleepover with Yao Yao.. Changsheng has left to go find something to eat.”

“How long will she be gone?” You ask, trailing your fingers from the apple of his cheeks to his neck, following them with quick kisses that make Baizhu hum like a cat purrs.

He smiles and cups the sides of your face, kissing you lightly. “Soon, probably. She’s not one to dawdle.” You click your tongue in annoyance, but continue your mission. That snake will simply have to learn to live with it, or let you have some privacy for once.

You hook your hands under his thighs and lift him up slightly, making him wrap his arms around your neck with a wary chuckle. You sit where he once was, facing the back of the chair and then you set him back down, on top of your lap. Baizhu adjusts his rear to be comfy against your thighs then his smiles and leans down, mouthing at your lips as your hands squeeze at his ass and thighs.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” the good doctor murmurs against your lips as he tries to grind against your stomach. You grip his hips a little firmer.

“Don’t joke like that I might think you’re being serious.” You nip.

It’s rare when anything escalates from just kissing, between conflicting schedules and short visits, and his condition, the two of you very little get to satisfy each other. Hell, you don’t know if he even does anything for himself while you’re gone.

You lift a knee between his legs, giving him a good bump to rub against, making him bite his lip as he gyrates against you, his body resembling his serpentine friend.

That damn crop top.. the way he dresses should be outlawed. You tug the hem of his pants down bellow his hips, letting his half hard cock peek out. You rub his tip with your thumb, kissing his jaw as he lets out open mouthed moans of pleasure, his hair sticking to his forehead.

He’s sweating a lot, you notice. Kissing his cheek, you place a hand on the small of his back. Baizhu opens his eyes, his fingers digging sharply into your shirt as he listens to you and repeats the phrases you give him, confirming his wellbeing. He takes a deep breath when your hands disappears into his pants, fondling his balls and stroking and squeezing his sex. He comes quickly after that, his whole body shuddering as he lays his head into your shoulder, panting deeply.

You grab a couple tissues from his desk and clean him up before tucking him back in, kissing his cheeks and cooing at him for doing so well.

Baizhu smiles softly, before looking away and coughing into his arm waving a hand at you when you show concern.

“I’m okay,” he says, clearing his throat.

“You need to lay down,” you pick him up easily and he lets you, walking him over to his bed where you both lay down.

“Was it smart of me to do that?” You ask him, tucking his hair behind his ears as he gazes up at you, the back of his hand caressing your cheeks.

“Mm.. we’ll see, I suppose.. but whether or not it was, I’m glad you did it,” he grins cheekily before covering his mouth and turning away as another fit of coughs overtake him. You rub his chest, watching him with worried eyes, regretting making him exert himself so much. He must’ve felt you looking at him like a sick dog as he pats your cheek. “Don’t look at me like that. I could have told you to stop, but I didn’t. I wanted this, so just-“ he coughs into his arm once more. “Just lay down.”

And so, you lay down and he wraps his arms around you, and you him and he quickly falls asleep.

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[wingedkisses]

going insane thinking of this viktor with this jayce...

jayce trying to steer viktor, avoiding the haphazard "help" that viktor insists upon, insists on helping and healing those in need. viktor is teary eyed and fighting with stubbornness that jayce had yet to experience.

viktor begging, trying to reason. let me help. let me fix your leg - let me be of use. all of this senseless suffering, let me fix it, please?

it's only when viktor is pinned underneath jayce, squirming as jayce presents his raging erection, pressing it up against viktor's concave tummy.

"you see what you do to me? do you still want to help? hm?" and viktor is nodding dumbly, preening as his dead heart flutters alive with erotic desire; "let me help... please?" (god, he gets to help!)

jayce fucking his cock into viktor's sopping pussy, groaning and twitching like a psychotic animal in heat. he fucks viktor until he's dumber than a bag of rocks, "you want to help? you're uh... uhnuh... s-such a good helper..." jayce groans and babbles; it's been so long without speaking to viktor he can't help but dump every horny thought out like word vomit.

viktor just nodding along, drooling and whining, "uhh... uh, uh!" being punched out of him as jayce speaks to him, agreeing with whatever he says.

eventually, jayce finds his stupid little tdick, pulling himself out of viktor's cunt to suck on it. he laves his tongue over it, grazing it with his teeth while viktor leaks slick all over him, begging and whimpering until he's cumming all over jayce's chin.

viktor is only satisfied when his help is of good use, and jayce has spent his hot sticky load inside of him, pumping him full. he's such a good cocksleeve, the best help around. (the hexcore purrs in satisfaction at more human sustenance, even if it's just jayce's cum)

[diejager]

Saw your requests are open.😊😊

Can you please do some fluff for my boys Alejandro and Rudy (I just need some fluff right now). They can be together or separate,(don't matter to me).

Please and thank you. 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

Cw: fluff, tell me if I missed any.

The house was loud and lively, bustling and full of life despite being the only one home, but you weren’t truly alone. You never were. You had a chatty parrot, a pretty thing with blue and green plumage that loved to sing and purr around the house. She hopped and jumped from one perch to the next, occasionally returning to her nest or resting on your shoulder. And you had a ball of sunshine running around, barking and huffing with flappy ears and golden fur that glowed under sunlight. Lola and Milo were your sweet companions when you were home alone. 

They were bright, Milo keeping watch over you while Lola flew and helped you pick things from spoons to pots. She was your little helper and him, your protector, but they never got in your way. Especially when you were busy, mixing and stirring, preparing a meal for a family under the warmth of the setting sun, it’s golden ray lighting you up in an ethereal hue. It made your house feel so welcoming. 

“Lola, spoons on the table, please!” You called out to the blue-headed parrot, sliding the drawer open for her and returning to the steaming pot.

“Spoon! Spoon!”

“Thank you, Lola.”

You let her set the table, spoons and forks beside the plates and bowls you’d placed while you finished up the broth. You wanted it done by the time they were home, a warm, homemade meal after a tiring day at work was the best welcome. You had everything done and ready, desert cooling in the fridge, cups cleaned and dried for drinks, bread still warm and a salad fresh and crispy. All that was missing was supper and your hardworking lovers. 

You often found yourself staring at the hanging picture around the house, eyes straying to stare at Rudy’s gentle grin and Ale’s smug smirk. Although you saw them every week, the simple thought of them made you melancholic. You called, you texted and you spoke, but you still missed them. It was always a busy night when they came home after a long week at base. Gone were the bland meals. Gone were the stressful and restless nights alone. Gone were the posturing and expectation of a leader. 

At home, Alejandro and Rudolfo were lovers, men whose hearts were given to each other as they gave it to you. There weren’t any expectation at home, only a warm welcome and loving kiss. Last week’s kisses still lingered in your mind, the soft pressure of their smooth lips pressing on yours, the taste of moss and lavender. The same fragrance that filled your home, a mix of cinnamon and moss, lavender and ocean, and your rosemary and lilac. It made home feel like home.

You thought so fondly of them as you stirred the last of the meat in the broth when you heard a car drive into the driveway, the rumbling of the engine cutting off and doors closing. Milo scrambled to the door, panting and tail excitedly wagging, and Lola flew off your shoulder with a happy “Home! Home!”. You turned off the stove, hands patting down your apron, smiling brightly on your way out the kitchen.

“Corazõn,” Rudy pressed himself against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, “I missed you.”

He kissed you softly, murmuring sweet words. You ran your fingers through his hair, sliding to caress his jaw and down to his nape to hold him firmly. You were unwilling to part ways with him just yet, kissing until you were both breathless, pulling away with gasps and pants. You both grinned dopily, drunk off each others.

“Where’s my kiss, Amor?” Alejandro mumbled against your shoulder, kissing it up until you turned your head and met his lips, arching your back to him.

He had both of you in his embrace, tugging you both into him in a steady cradle. You parted and he leaned over you to share the taste of your lips with Rudy, both groaning with you pressed between them. You missed this, you really missed being between them, spooned on both sides while they shared their love.

“I have supper ready, ” you sighed blissfully, hands grabbing their wrists.

You pulled them down the hall and into the kitchen, where a meal awaited you three —a love-filled and happy moment under the setting sun. 

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[yesmissnyx]

💞 GFD / Mommy Kink Coworker 💞

Hot Dommy Mommy coworker who lavishes you with praise whenever you do a good job. Headpats, gentle words of encouragement, telling you what big help you are…

You worry it's only innocent. That is, until she corners you in the supply closet and has you up against a wall.

"Don't you want your reward for being such a big help?" she purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

The words catch in your throat. You're frozen.

"I can stop if you want…"

No. You don't WANT it to stop. She's so soft, so warm, the idea of stopping almost hurts. You shake your head, swallowing. You're already so turned on, the blood rushing, pulsing between your legs.

Her smile is sweet and teasing. "Then say 'please', so I know you really want it."

"P-please…" you barely manage, voice a rasping plea.

She laughs softly, leaning in, breasts pressed against you. "Such a good little helper."

Her hand creeps down your quivering stomach and between your shaking thighs. She rubs her palm against you with just the right rhythm, and you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you're a goner.

"Shh," she whispers, breath hot against your ear. You realize you're moaning. "Quick, now. Cum for me, sweetheart, before we get found out."

Her words flip a switch, something deep inside your brain and body, unlocking something you never knew was there. Before you can stop yourself, you're cumming hard, shivering against her soft, warm, solid body. An embarrassing sound escapes, your hips jerking.

She presses a kiss to your mouth to catch your moans, only pulling away once your head is swimming and your body is sated.

"Such a good job…you never disappoint, do you?" She catches you by the chin to give you another kiss. "Now, go get cleaned up and get back to your desk."

You nod, dazed and obedient. She could have told you to strip naked and go bend over your desk instead, and you're not entirely sure you would have said no.

"Now…if you're extra good," she says, before you make it to the door, "I'll show you how to lock up after everyone leaves."

"Y-yes, ma'am," you stammer, your body already starting to ache for more.

She comes up behind you, taking you in her arms. "It'll be easier to teach you when the office is empty, won't it?"

Her voice is a drug, slipping into the deepest corners of your mind, weakening your will and and demanding your obedience. You smile in spite of yourself, your knees still wobbly.

"Yes, ma'am," you sigh happily. "Anything you say."

[skele-bunny]

Sorry, I don't know if this is allowed or not but, could you do some age regression with Phantom with Mountain as his caretaker? Thank you! Sorry again!

Baby's Day Out. (No CW)

CW - NONE

Characters: Phantom, Mountain, Aether

(Divider by @ wrathofrats )

Read it under the cut!

The feeling of claws pressing harmonically into his stomach while a mouth sucked on his arm was what woke Mountain up, his tail twitching with curiosity on the assailant. His eyes managed to flutter open and look down, seeing a giant tuff of black on white hair, Phantom completely blissed with his eyes closed. His hands continued to knead, head turned from the arm Mountain had around him for the suction.

When Mountain moved, Phantom's eyes opened and looked up at his mate. He let out a soft trill, removing his mouth and continuing to knead. A certain pitch of his purr let the earth ghoul know the mindset the other was in, his face going soft and pulling the regressed bat close to him.

"Well good morning to you, too." Mountain mumbled, nuzzling into his messy hair.

Phantom only trilled again, moving to sit on his knees with a giant smile. The action quickly reminded Mountain of the reason why Phantom was in his bed in the first place, encouraging him to get up and shuffle through his dresser. The young ghoul held an excited expression, expertly raising his arms as Mountain walked back over with a hoodie in his hands, covering the small frame and sliding a pair of his own boxers onto Phantom—then himself.

"There we go. Warm now?" He asked, tilting his head and watching Phantom flap the extra long sleeves before reaching upwards.

Complying, Mountain held Phantom tight in his hold and walking out the bedroom. "Moun'ty!" He started. "M' want the juice."

"Ohh, good choice."

A yawn escaped his body, Phantom mimicking and rubbing his eyes. He stayed in Mountain's hold as they moved around the kitchen with no rush, pulling out apple juice from the fridge. While Mountain stayed crouched and observed the fridge he let out a hum, settling both Phantom and the jug down.

As Mountain reached into the cabinet to pull out a bat sippy cup, he began to speak again. "Mounty has to go to the pantry today plus a few other places. Would you like to go with me or stay with Dewy in the den?" He spoke softly, making sure to stay slow with his pace.

It still took Phantom a moment to register before pointing at the earth, the quintessence giggling and taking his cup once it was diluted with water.

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe we can also get those fangs looked at, hm?"

As if on cue, Phantom bit down on the hard straw and whined as a pain went through his tooth, touching his jaw with a whine. He looked at Mountain with guidance who simply opened his jaw with care, inspecting the bottom row Phantom kept having issues with. The bat's left canine had always been smaller, but had begun growing sideways which caused pain when it'd make contact with items.

Mountain hummed as he noticed the gum inflamed than normal. "Oh yes, definitely going to get it looked at today."

"Noo..."

"Yess," Mountain chirped back, letting go of Phantom's jaw to kiss his cheek. "Gotta take care of you, buggy."

A small pout went onto Phantom's face but quietly went back to his juice. With a bit of options offered, Mountain fed Phantom his favorite chocolate pudding, unable to stop his laughter as Phantom kept trying to teethe on the spoon. With a small breakfast done, Mountain downing his much needed cup of coffee, and a change of clothes—Mountain settled Phantom's mask on his head. He whined, touching at the helmet and watching as Mountain adjusted his own. Lifted with ease, Phantom tried butting his horns against Mountain's chest, only for the helmet to clunk against his uniform.

"I know, just for a little longer, yes? You're going to be a great helper for me today." Mountain quietly reassured, the hand on Phantom's back rubbing softly. "We'll be done before you know it."

Underneath the balaclava, Phantom had his chew necklace between his teeth, watching as the halls turned from low lighting to brighter. Hidden sigils no longer, and the appearance of siblings more common. Phantom's mood quickly began to rise, bouncing in Mountain's hold as he waved excitedly at the Siblings, getting cooed at in return. He sat with purrs on Mountain's hip, his tail wagging in his pants beneath the lace. They turned to a specific room, Phantom's eyes dilating and the sudden smells.

He watched as Mountain picked up a clipboard and pen, being adjusted for his feet on the floor, now clutching Mountain's shirt tightly as he began to fill out the papers. After putting down his identification number, Mountain looked down at Phantom, tilting his head.

"Remember what to do?" Phantom shook his head. "That's okay. So we have to go look around the big shelves, and write down what we want for the den. You can pick out anything you want, yeah? But you have to help me find stuff first. Think you can do that?"

"Yes!!" Phantom squealed, now bouncing again.

Mountain lightly patted his helmet and began to walk around the catalog stands to the meats first. "Which one is pork?"

Quickly scanning, but slowly reading out loud, Phantom pointed at the third shelf. "'His one! 'His one, Mounty!"

"Good boy! What's the number?"

Phantom looked down again, his finger underneath each number. "0...2...0...3!"

"Thank you so much. Such a great helper. Let's find the steak now, yes?"

With Phantom's help, Mountain was able to write in a more organized order list, sometimes double checking the little bats work. They were on page three when Phantom gasped, pointing at the catalog for biscuits. How could Mountain say no? Finishing with seven pages, Mountain thanked the Brother who handled the orders, Phantom waving goodbye with enthusiasm. He was picked up again, patting Mountain's back to a small tune as he watched over his shoulder.

Through the day with a few snack breaks in-between they had managed to get the grocery order finished, picked up Rain's newly tailored uniform from the wardrobe assistant, the pharmacy for the Den's medication refills, and finally making their way to the infirmary. Mountain held Phantom closer as the regressed ghoul whined at the interior, tears slowly filling his eyes.

Leaning at the desk with the lead nurse, Mountain was quiet with his tone. "Good evening. I'm looking for the ghoul Aether, specifically for a kit with dentistry."

"Sure, why don't you go ahead and follow the pink line down, and I'll make sure Aether handles your chart." She smiled, bowing back after Mountain gave first.

He made his way into the pediatric section, feeling a bit awkward as human children ran around and played with their parents nearby. A few Sibling's had eyed him, Mountain just getting more possessive in the process and holding Phantom closer from the eyes. It took them a good twenty minutes, Phantom only getting fussier by the minute, before a familiar quintessence came into view.

"Hey you two!" Aether rubbed hand sanitizer on his hands, crouching down to see Phantom curled up. "I was told something's wrong with our baby bat, is that right?"

Phantom turned, chewing harder on his necklace with a whimper and nodding slowly. "M' too'f hurt..."

"His gum was inflamed again. Figured while I was caring for him, could get him seen since he's been avoiding it this entire time." Mountain added after.

"Good thinking. Come on, I'll take you back." Aether nodded, and true to his words placed them into a small examination room.

Lowering the lights, closing the blinds, and locking the door it gave the two a chance to breathe. Mountain took of Phantom's helmet first, now full of sadness as his bat's face was moist from tears. He took his own after, gently wiping Phantom's cheek.

"Oh I know, baby... But it's Aether! See?"

The elder quintessence smiled with his own mask off now, writing down a few things before unwrapping his stethoscope from his neck. "Yeah! Just us baby bug, gonna be super careful, okay?"

"Okay..." Phantom's hand reached out, grabbing the cold metal end of the equipment, Aether booping his nose with it.

"Take a biggg breath!" Phantom giggled before inhaling. "Now blow out the birthday candles!" He exhaled, whistling mid way which caused more giggles.

Moving to checking his eyes, down to Phantom's ear and watching as they flapped in response, Aether couldn't help but laugh with him. "It feels silly, doesn't it?"

"Mmhm!"

"Okay, now I need you to say 'ahh'!" Aether cooed, pulling down Phantom's balaclava.

There was a pout, Phantom looking at Mountain for reassurance. With a nod and gentle pat, Phantom complied. However, it didn't stop the tears slowly forming and little hiccups escaping. He brought his fist up to rub his eye, suddenly yanking away from Aether before he could get a look. His claws went into Mountain's shirt again, shaking his head and starting to cry a bit more.

"I know... I know it hurts and it's scary. Aether is gonna make sure it doesn't hurt anymore," Mountain whispered, petting behind Phantom's ear. "I promise it won't hurt."

"Noo, not want touch it.." Phantom cried back, curling up more and away from Aether.

The two older ghouls eyed one another before Aether got an idea. "Tommy, look at this!"

With caution Phantom turned and watched as Aether pressed his palms together, and one by one slowly began to make aura-conjured fireflies. It used to calm Dewdrop during episodes, and it quickly proved helpful as Phantom's distraction completely went to them. He sniffled, letting Mountain wipe his eyes again before Aether spoke up again.

"These buggies are here to make sure their fellow bug doesn't get hurt!" Aether explained calmly, letting a few fly around before silently commanding them closer to Phantom. "They're gonna take away all the owie and if I make you go ow, they'll beat me up!" He teased.

A giggle left Phantom again, slowly nodding. "Nice buggies?"

"Very nice buggies." Aether got close, holding a tongue press. "Ready? Say 'ahh.'"

Complying, Phantom opened his jaw, his eyes flicking from Aether to fireflies that began to dance in front of his eyes. He reached up to grab one and trilled as they started walking on his hand instead. Phantom was so distracted he didn't even feel as Aether held his jaw with magick slowly pouring in. For extra measure, Aether sent a quick numbing wave, watching carefully as the canine slowly merged back straight, and elongating just a bit to a comfortable length. Pulling his hand off Phantom's jaw to gently tap the tip and make sure it wasn't loose, Aether hummed in satisfaction before turning to Mountain.

"Luckily it was just the one, had it been others braces might've been in the question. Then we would've had to wait for big Phantom and try to convince him in. His tooth was just growing in sideways which was irritating the gum. Just to be safe, let him have ice cream and jello for a bit. Don't want anything hard disrupting the tooth." The nurse explained, slowly pulling the fireflies back in which made Phantom look at him.

His nose wiggled, smacking his lips together before reaching for Aether. Aether couldn't deny his bug, bringing him in for a tight hug and kiss on the forehead. With a bit more talking back and forth, and Phantom getting to babble about all they did today, even opening his bag that held the dens medicine.

"Mounty say m' keep big safe! N' my job make sure they stay!"

"Ohh, such a big responsibility! Doing so good baby!" Aether grabbed Phantom's mask and carefully settled it down after one last kiss, waiting for Mountain to put his own on before exciting out of the room. "I'm really proud of you, Tommy. Was such a big boy, you did absolutely amazing!"

"Thank you Aethy!" Phantom chirped, bonking their masks together.

As they stood at reception, Phantom was handed back over with a sticker on his uniform and a lollipop for later. A few goodbyes shared and Phantom was back to clinging to Mountain, purring and yawning quietly. The gentle movement of Mountain's steps crated a rocking motion, making the little one's eyes get heavier, whining for a brief moment then silence. The earth ghoul got them back to their den, being as quiet as possible while laying him on the couch, undressing him down to his under shirt and boxers, covered back up with a blanket since Mountain didn't have the heart to wake him up for pajamas. He took Phantom's bag and began to drop smaller bags at certain doors, one going with Rain's uniform on the hanger outside the door.

Moving back, Mountain smiled as Phantom had curled himself more inwards, chewing his necklace even in his sleep. His hand reached down, tucking a strand back as he continued admiring.

"Such a big day for a small one." He whispered to no one, continuing to slowly caress Phantom's cheek as he slept peacefully.

[ghostchems]

for the Halloween-esque prompts!

something TOOTH-ACHINGLY fluffy with secondo 🎃 out of all the papas he seems to have the most pictures with kids, so I have a headcannon that he loves to be around them & even participate in their mischief every once in a while. Maybe he and reader help the kids at the Abbey with apple picking? Or help them put on their costumes/face paint/wigs for Halloween? have fun with it!

this hurt my teeth writing it! some suggestive language…

Secondo is so focused, moving the brush with such precision as he applies the facepaint. His brows are furrowed, lip pressed into a thin line, squinting to make sure he gets the pattern just right. He sits back in his chair and looks over his work, tilting his head while a hand rests on his chin as his eyes follow the delicate lines. You watch him from the other room and find yourself with a dreamy smile playing on your lips.

“You are all done, Giacomo.” Papa grumbles and sets down his brush then gestures towards a nearby mirror. The child happily turns to the mirror, looking cheek to cheek and smiling ear to ear.

“Papa, I look just like you!” Giacomo exclaims, turning back to look at Secondo, his eyes shining brightly.

“Si, si. Now, go get your costume on. Mass is soon.” His voice is the same as how he would speak to adults, stern and deep, but children seem to be unphased by the threatening nature of it. You like to think it’s because he speaks to them like actual people.

“Grazie, grazie, Papa!” Giacomo chirps before scrambling out of the room. You come up behind Secondo as he starts organizing his brushes, draping your arms around his shoulders. He gives a content sigh, relaxing against your touch.

“How many children are going as Papa Emeritus the Second?” You purr in his ear.

“Six.” Secondo answers then pulls himself to his feet, slipping from your grasp with a sly grin. “Helped pochi cardinali too.” He smoothes out his robes as his eyes flicker over your body. “This is your costume?”

“What, is it not up to your standards?” You frown and fold your arms over your chest. Admittedly, you didn’t try very hard, opting to wear all black (which isn’t too different from your daily outfits) and a witch’s hat.

“You won’t win the costume contest.”

“The costume contest is for kids.” Silence hangs in the air for just a moment until you cannot hold back giggles any longer. You love when he’s playful like this and you can tell it’s because it’s his favorite time of year.

“Halloween Mass is extremely sacred, amore.” Secondo teases as he starts to stalk closer to you. “We have to appease the spirits.”

“Well, maybe you should paint my face, then.”

“We don’t have enough time for that.” His voice sounds buttery smooth as he towers over you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Do you have the unholy offering?” You hold up the bag of candy you put together and he takes it, rifling through it with a gloved hand. “Hmm… you’ve put together a good selection.” He holds the bag firmly in his hand and reaches out to you with his free one. “Shall we go celebrate the undead?”

The chapel is decorated top to bottom with black and orange streamers, bat decals, broomsticks and more. You work to organize the babbling, excited children into a single file line. Secondo looms in front of the children, back to looking stoic and authoritative, but you know it’s just an act for his audience.

The children of the abbey go up one by one, uttering the sacred words of the unholy spirit (“trick or treat”) to receive their offering from Papa. You are Papa’s helper and you make sure each child has their own time to be with him, though there are some times you get distracted by the sweetness of it all. He bows down to each child, close enough so that he can hear them, and asks them how they are honoring the dead this year.

The truth is, Papa doesn’t have to do any of this. It’s not his responsibility to ensure the children of the abbey have fun Halloween, but it warms your heart to see him here, playing along and enjoying himself. It’s Giacomo’s turn and you can’t help but smile ear to ear at his incredibly accurate Secondo costume.

“Ah, Papa.” Secondo bows his head to him. “I should be asking you for your blessing.” He offers a small smirk as he gives Giacomo a few pieces of candy, and one extra — for good luck. His eyes fall to you watching him and you’re unable to stop yourself from swooning.

Maybe you’ll let him paint your face later.

[katsukikitten]

Thinking about you having a crush on both of your roommates, Bakugou and Izuku.

You get the best of both worlds with them. You really do but your favorite thing is how innocent one of them is. A little oblivious when it came to things.

Especially now as you perch up on top of the island counter as you dictate where the couches or entertainment center should go as Izuku happily moved the room around to your liking. You do it for two reasons, one you get to see his muscles bulge in his soft tees as he picks up the couch and the huge entertainment center that said ‘team lift’ in bright red on the cardboard came in.

But the second reason, probably the main reason, is that once everything is set down, the last piece in what Izuku thinks is the perfect position, he looks up for your approval. His eyes sparkle like emeralds, his smile bright and wide, never waivering even if this was the sixth time you made him move the room around. Waiting for the praise you always give to fall from your lips when you’re satisfied.

“Thank you Zuzu bear, you’ve been such a good helper. ” You purr, not even looking at the room, just watching Izuku beam, his muscles flex as he brings his arm up to rub at the back of his head. Bringing up the cotton hem to show off his abs and the v of his thick waist.

Katsuki scoffs as he comes from down the hall, dark grey sweats hung low on his hips and you were sure he never wore anything underneath them.

“Yer a dumbass ya know that Deku?”

“That’s a rude way to call me helpful.” He gives a clipped tone and glare, Izuku picking up on your sass since the three of you signed a four year lease to save money. His green eyes shift back to you and he sighs. That long, audible one, brows furrowed with hope as he looks at you.

“Yer tellin me ya didn’t realize you put the living room back exactly as it was?” Bakugou isn’t stupid, he knows what you’re doing, knows that Izuku really is that stupid and when you shoot Katsuki a glare for trying to ruin your fun the devil whispers a grand idea into his ear.

“Ya just gonna let her treat you like that?” Bakugou’s voice is velvet now, “Let her use as like porn?”

“Wh-what?” Izuku flushes beneath your gaze now, “Princess would never.”

“She wouldn’t?” Bakugou steps closer to the mop of jade curls, putting his arm around the broad shouldered man pulling him closer to whisper loudly into the taller man’s ear.

“Ya don’t hear her breathy sighs when she says our names late at night, pathetically trying to stretch herself on a toy. But I do since our rooms are next to each other.”

You keep your features schooled, giving a bored cat gaze as Katsuki starts to cradle Izuku’s jaw.

“Ya know, we used to be fuck buddies, isn’t that right Izuku?”

“Kaachan!” Izuku flushes again, doe eyes wide as his brows furrow, pressing his hands against Katsuki’s bare chest but not shoving him away. Not yet. Tentatively looking at you even when his hands fall into bad habits of tracing up and down Katsuki’s tapered waist.

“He really is a good boy.” Katsuki feels Izuku’s knees weaken, shoving his fingers into Izuku’s mouth, pressing his calloused pads on the wet muscle until spit starts to drip, “He gives the best head.”

Izuku’s cheeks deepen in hue but his eyes are no longer doe like, not when he sees your composure start to break.

Now he looked every much like his blonde counter part, like a predator. Lewdly swiping his tongue around Katsuki’s digits, using his strong arm to push his hand away just enough that his tongue could focus on just the first digit to give you a better idea of what he’d do to your clit.

All the while Katsuki’s wears a triumphant smirk, especially as he watches your thighs rub together slightly as you readjust your position on the counter. Pulling Izuku off of his digits with a lewd pop before the blonde is pulling his face towards him. Pressing his lips to Izuku’s in a rough, hard fashion, teeth gnashing as his tongue forces it’s way past Izuku’s lips while his other hand gently comes down to palm at Izuku’s semi hard cock.

Making the large man whimper into Katsuki’s mouth, the kind that sticks in your throat and far from the pathetic whines you made that Katsuki fisted his cock to.

He looks out of the corner of his eye and pulls away from Izuku quickly when he sees your eyes flutter.

“See we are just porn to you.” He’s still holding Izuku’s jaw, keeping him in place, “Go on then brat. Show us how good of a porno we are.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Drop the act Princess, I can see the damp spot on your short from here. Spreading your legs as you watched us kiss. 'Sides shouldn’t you be rewarding your previous Zuzu bear?”

“Come on, play with that pretty pussy like ya always do. Zuzu would love that as a reward wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, a taste would be even better but I’m happy to be of use however Princess sees fit.” Izuku is still flushed from the kiss, trying not to let his eyes flicker to your cunt when you open your legs wider as if you were going to accommodate his head.

“See? Ya gonna deny your Zuzu bear?” Katsuki shakes Izuku’s head playfully and when you don’t respond or make a move Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Always a damn brat. I’ll get ya started but you have to finish yourself.”

“Do not touch yourself.” He hisses over his shoulder to Izuku who nods before he stalks towards you.

Caging you in on the counter with his large arms on either side of your hips. Leaning down slowly, kissing you much more sensually than he did Izuku. Letting his tongue swipe at your lower lip before gently forcing his way in, the wet muscle exploring your mouth hand snaking down your body to press into the damp spot that makes the smallest squish sound. Both men groan when Katsuki’s fingers speed up, making even more of those sticky sounds. Domineering in his dizzying kiss as he pulls your underwear down with ease after you lift your hips to help.

Katsuki breaks away from the kiss, even as you chase him, pulling your legs apart roughly to bring you to the edge of the counter. Large palms gripping under your knees as he pushes your legs towards your chest giving him full view of that cunt he’s heard you play with multiple times in one night. His name and Izuku’s always falling from your tongue and he wants to hear more of it.

But not without a little punishment for taking advantage of Izuku first.

His eyes stay fixated on your glistening cunt, creamy slick leaking from your hole and he leans closer. Fanning his breath over your exposed sex and it makes your greedy cunt flutter.

Katsuki, again, goes slowly, letting his eyes go back up to you while he makes a show of bringing out his broad tongue. Dipping the tip of the wet muscle into your leaking cunt to get a good taste, watching his eyes flutter as he swipes up to your clit before he wraps his lips around the throbbing bud and sucks harshly. You moan loudly, letting your head fall back and whine when Katsuki comes off of you before you could really enjoy his mouth.

“Kaachan.” Izuku breathes, the air hitching in his chest, “Sir.”

“I know.” He growls as he looks over his shoulder, sliding his palm down from your shoulder to your wrist as he gently guides you to your needy pussy. Making you press your middle and ring finger to your clit as he sets the pace with his own fingers over top of yours, “Just like that, touch that slutty pussy while we put on a show.”

He pulls away slowly and the sight of your slick on his chin makes your hips buck.

“Knees.” Katsuki barks and Izuku obeys, kneeling before Katsuki eagerly before the blonde has his jaw again, “Wanna taste?”

“Yes sir.” He whimpers again, a rumble of a sound.

“Open.” Izuku opens his mouth, presenting his tongue as Katsuki gathers the taste of you and his own spit in his mouth. Letting it soak his tongue that he slowly extends, so much of it and thick with your arousal, falling down from the tip in a slow, long string before it lands as a glob on Izuku’s quivering tongue. 

[paradoxoftrees]

RANDOM DREAM HEAD CANONS

RANDOM DREAM FACTS:

Featuring Cross

Drools in his sleep and squeaks/purrs like a cat when in a REAL good state of sleep.

Likes bananas (canon?)

Bathes in frilly apple scented soap.

Pours milk in first before cereal

Has a voodoo doll of his husband. The use of such is unknown

Eats beans straight out of the can. Only eats beans on Saturdays.

Likes to share one pillow with his husband.

Allergic to lettuce

Send Nightmare Christmas cards each year despite the goop master throwing them away and burning them.

Preschool mommy helper.

Wears slippers around the house.

Has a plush bunny on his bed from when he and Nightmare still lived at a TREE.

Digs holes in his yard looking for evidence of his childhood.

Swims doggy paddle style.

Rides on Cross’s back in DEEP water. Little limbs can’t take more than 5 minutes of swim time.

Has 20 candles burning SIMULTANEOUSLY in his house at all times.

Goes to bed at 8. On good days.

Peels oranges the wrong way.

Every eats every BIT and LICK of food left on his plate as to not disappoint hubby.

These were created at probably 11 PM and I am not ok at that time of night, and some strange things like this pop into my head.

[angelvendingmachine]

MEOW!!CAN WE GET LVL 3 KITTY PET REGRESSOR ALTER NAMED ANASTASIA , CATGENDER AND CIS GIRL?OwO🧁

KITTY REGRESSOR ALTERPACK

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Anastasia

AGE : 15

PRNS : She/her , Purr/purrs , Kit/kitty , Pitter/patters , Paw/paws , Mew/meows

GENDER : Girl, catgender, catcomfic

ORIENTATION : Cupioromatic, sapphic

SPECIES : Cat-hybrid (maine coon)

ROLES : Sleep-helper , regressor

SIGN OFF: 🐾 , 🐈 , 🍼

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: White hair, cute, hyposomnia, AuDHD

TRANSIDS: Paws, claws, ears, tail, adored, l0li, owned, pet

MISCIDS: Perma-sleepy, perma-comfycrib

PARAS: Auto-ped0, plushophillia, somno

PERSONALITY: Very sweet and playful, despite her favorite activity being sleeping. Can be very shy when it comes to new people

AESTHETIC: Babycore, pastel milk

♡ Lvl 3 ≻

TYPING QUIRK: All lowercase & cat puns

SPEECH: Soft, high pitched voice talks very little

MEMORIES: N/A - remembers vague memories of cat cafes and the smell of coffee beans

LIKES: Stuffed animals, sleeping, coffee, cartoons, flowers

DISLIKES: Loud noises, bright lights

EXTRA: Pet-regressor + Age-dreamer

[pheonixxfoxx]

The Last Japan Box Of 2024!

This was precisely the very last Japan box of the year! 🎉 Hard to genuinely believe it's already 2025. Why must time fly?! 😞

While it was smaller than previous boxes, there were still some fantastic flashy gets inside! 💙

As always, Jiraiya was a "purr"-fect little helper gray potato! 😸

The card frame is, OMG!! 🙀 It adds considerably to the already sexy card! Undoubtedly a must have for the collection, the moment my eyes gazed upon its glory!

This little cutie is SO soft! 💙 I in fact have a second one on the way. As I naturally want to snuggle him so badly, but carefully keep the plush mint at the same time! The issue will be properly resolved in the next box.

What we have here is an extremely rare find and something that I never believed would be obtained! This notable figure was from a Shonen Jump contest back in 2009! I initially learned of this thanks to a Japan Mercari listing. There are three figures total and the seller wanted $350!! This was a price that couldn't be justified! Luckily, a set appeared on Yahoo Japan and I won!! 🎉

Buggy reminds me of something out of Super Mario here! 😸 Not sure if I will remove him from the protective plastic? Oh and he's magnetic! The other figures in the set are Luffy and Chopper. While Luffy has a home, Chopper will probably be listed on eBay or Mercari soon! 🤔

The can badge in the middle of the top row, Buggy's name is embossed! I truly love running my finger over the raised lettering. 😺 To be honest, a second for the collection wouldn't hurt! One for me to carefully touch and the other to remain mint!

Astonishingly this magnificent figure had yet to enter the collection! However, here he ultimately is in all his glory! 🙀 All thanks to Book Off listing him dirt cheap on Japan's Mercari! There is just one of the larger Buggy figures missing from the collection now. Which is of his Emperor look, fortunately his price has really dropped!

The calendar art of Buggy here is super sexy, unique and love! 🤤 I'm naturally delighted it's an image where he isn't being tortured! So tired of seeing art depicting that!! 😞

The gorgeous card on the left is part of an absolutely stunning fan made set, featuring various One Piece characters! 💙 💙

In this image we have the impressive back of the card; this is indeed a true labor of love to One Piece! ☺️

This is the last item from December's box! It's an old 2012 Jump Festa poster featuring my handsome man and his brother!

Absolutely, another autographed card! 😸 Though, here me out! The English version of this card hadn't graced the collection until now! Not only that, I really like how the card is presented. It was in a lot and the seller was kind enough to sell this separate! 💙 They even included the One Piece TCG Chinese promo for free! Such an incredible seller all the way around!

Once again, that gold pen! Not sure if anyone bothers following what I babble about here? I wanted to mention that Mike Mcfarland just under went surgery to have a tumor carefully removed from his brain! While the surgery was successful, his road to recovery is a long one.

This is shocking, words unfortunately escape me. 😿 Without Mike's distinctive voice, Buggy wouldn't be the clown I passionately love and adore. The one who undoubtedly saved my life and has kept me going! 💙 I sincerely wish him a rapid recovery, and hope to fulfill my dream of meeting him one day!

Last item of this long post, which is just a close-up of the Chinese anniversary card! 😸 The next post will show off some of my surprising card pulls from OP 09! Still waiting for the two boxes that I preodered! Needless too say, TCGDistrict has lost a loyal customer…😾