#dollings work

[dollwhite]

BRAT

lil sneak peek for part two of BRAT Bruce: I don’t want you hanging out with those kids, they are BAD influences.

reader: why? Because they gave me a belly piercing??

Bruce: no-THEY GAVE U WHAT!?

reader who just realized she fucked up: NOTHING THEY GAVE ME NOTHING!!

dick and Jason in the background laughing their ass off

Jason: how much u wanna bet he takes away her allowance? Dick: knowing B? He won’t take it away.

Damien mad in the coroner because father took away his allowance because he threatened someone: Tt, pathetic.

[lacydollette]

after bf!rafe surprises doll!reader by buzzing off his hair, she can't keep her hands to herself, feeling extremely horny whenever she looks at him

warnings: rafe x fem!reader, pure smut, praise, little degradation, making out, tit sucking, oral (fem receiving), face riding, explicit language, 18+

You lay sprawled on the lounger at tannyhill, sipping iced coffee, and scrolling lazily through your phone while tanning. You knew Rafe was up early today and had been out running errands for Ward, but he'd been gone for hours, and you were really starting to miss him. Just as you were considering calling him, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. You perked up, stretching lazily "About time, ray! How dare you keep me waiting so long.”

But when Rafe stepped into the room, you froze. Your mouth fell open slightly, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you took in the sight of him. His hair—his perfectly tousled, dirty-blond hair was gone. Completely buzzed down to almost nothing.

The sharp angles of his jawline, the slope of his cheekbones, and his ocean-blue eyes were suddenly the stars of the show, all of his features more prominent than ever. "Holy shit," you muttered, standing up slowly. Rafe smirked, trying to play it cool as he tossed his keys onto the counter. "What? You don't like it?"

"Are you kidding me?" You gasped, crossing the room in a daze. Your fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over the soft, short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look... different." His grin widened as your hand lingered on his head while his found the curve of your ass. "Different good or different bad?"

You teasingly bit your lip, "Good," eyes locked on his. "Really, really good." Your fingers drifted down to his jaw, and you tilted your head, studying him like he was a work of art. "It makes your eyes pop even more. God, Rafe, why didn't you do this sooner?" He chuckled, taking your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. "Didn't know I needed your approval to change things up."

"You don't," you said quickly. "But, wow. Like, really, wow." Rafe’s ego was definitely fueled by your words, your approval meaning everything to him.

Everything else passed in a blur, but you couldn't keep your eyes, or your hands, off of your boyfriend. Every time he passed by, you reached out to touch his head or his face, not believing how effortlessly handsome he looked, stealing kisses amost every minute. And Rafe—well let’s face it. He absolutely loved it.

A little later, you were curled up on one end of the couch, watching Rafe as he sat on the other. He was sprawled out, completely manspreading right infront of you. Fucking tease. His phone was in his hand, and he looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. His jaw clenched slightly as he concentrated, his brows furrowing just enough to make him look impossibly sexy.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you jumped up and crawled over to him, grabbing his phone and tossing it onto the cushion beside him. "Hey, what the-" Rafe started, but his words were cut off as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands were on his face in an instant, lips crashing against his in a heated kiss.

Rafe froze for half a second before groaning against your mouth, his hands sliding up your plush thighs to grip your waist. "You're killing me, Rafe," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your fingers threading through the short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look so fucking good. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah?" he rasped, his voice low and teasing. "Is that why you're humping my leg like a bitch in heat right now?" You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes dark with desire. "Shut up," you whispered, kissing him again.

Rafe growled against your lips as the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest, your red nails scraping lightly against the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. His hands were just as eager, gripping your hips firmly, pulling you flush against him as your bodies rubbed against each other.

"Doll," he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and full of want. Without warning, Rafe's hands slid under your thighs, gripping you firmly as he stood up in one fluid motion, taking you with him. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you toward his bedroom. "You're not playing fair," you teased, breathless, as your arms looped around his neck. "Fair's overrated," Rafe shot back, smirking as he kicked the door shut behind him.

He tossed you onto his bed, your hair splaying out across his pillows as you landed with a soft gasp. Before you could say a word, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his toned chest and making your heart race even faster. He was on you in seconds, his hands braced on either side as he hovered over you, his ocean-blue eyes dark with hunger.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again. Your hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and pressing against his warm skin. You arched into him, your body craving every bit of contact you could get. His lips moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks.

As his hands slid under your top, pulling it up and over your head, you let out a soft whimper, desire building with every touch. Rafe pulled back slightly, his gaze raking over you, taking in the sight of your perky tits. You were perfect. He immediately leaned in, capturing one of your nipples between his lips. You tugged him closer, nails digging into his shoulders as you whimpered out, "I need you, Rafe."

His breath hitched at the raw need in your voice, his hands sliding down your sides as he licked and sucked all over your chest, his touch leaving your cunt aching for him. "Tell me what you want," he said against your skin, rough and low. You pressed your head into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip, "I want to sit on your face."

Rafe froze for half a second before a devilish grin spread across his lips. "Yeah?" he said, his voice laced with amusement and excitement. You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as you looked up at him with anticipation. "Whatever you want, Doll," he said, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned back, settling himself against the pillows and pulling you with him “Come here."

Your pulse raced as you straddled his chest, hands braced on his shoulders as you hovered over him. Rafe's hands slid up your thighs, his digits pulling the soft lace of your soaked panties to the side. "Shit—you’re drippin’, baby.” he murmured, his blue eyes locked on your as you positioned yourself over him.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he kissed your inner thighs, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. You threw your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips at Rafe's teasing. He didn’t waste anymore time though, his tongue lapping through your wet folds, leaving you gasping for air.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy.” he mumbled quietly, his hot breath against your core sent shivers down your spine. You gripped the headboard for balance, head tilted back, a soft cry escaping your lips as you shuddered against him.

"ray—oh my god," you whimpered, voice shaky as you rutted your soaking cunt against him, his lips wrapping around your sensitive nub, sucking and circling his tongue as if his life depended on it. Your fingers instinctively drifted to his buzz cut, the soft, bristly feel of it only adding to your overwhelming senses. You couldn't stop touching it, letting your nails lightly scrape across his scalp as you rocked against him.

"That.." you breathed, voice trembling, "feels so fucking good." The sound of your voice, so needy and desperate, only spurred him on. His grip on you tightened, helping to drag your cunt against his tongue. “you’re gonna make a mess for me, baby?” he groaned, his blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You nodded hastily, the band in your lower stomach about to snap as Rafe moaned against your clit. within moments, you fell apart completely, body trembling as you released all over him, moaning out his name.

You were panting as Rafe lapped up your juices, overstimulating your poor cunt as your legs trembled, “Shit.” Carefully sliding off of him, you leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands found his head again, fingers stroking the soft buzz as your body pressed close to his. "You really can't stop touching it, huh?" he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. You grinned, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm. "Can you blame me? You look so good, rafey. It's actually insane."

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "If l'd known buzzing my head would make you act like a needy little slut, I would've done it a long time ago." You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t help the tingling sensation in between your legs. "I'm serious," he murmured, smirking. "I'm definitely keeping it now. If this is what I get, l'm never growing it out again."

"You better not," you teased back. Rafe let out a low chuckle, but his amusement faded quickly as your lips attached themselves to his jawline, your eagerness reawakening. Your teeth grazed his neck before you pulled back to meet his gaze. "I want more, Rafe." His blue eyes darkened, and a cocky smirk spread across his lips.

"You want more, huh? Still can’t get enough of that shit?"

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[thatneoncrisis]

fucked up and evil that i Have been drawing and writing all through january but none of you are allowed to see it

[kalpeavaris]

Chat I might've cooked at 3AM

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[yalster54]

get yourself a man who can make a plushie of himself 🤭

[pluggedintosaverockandroll]

I finally "finished" my battle vest!

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[dollwhite]

wow..?

uhh I hope y’all like thisss I js need a lil sum sum to post 😫 yesss I know it’s bad 😭 might be grammatically errors. But that’s ok!! I still need dividers guysss I’m tired of ___

made by Dollwhite

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Wally west had? How do u say…?

No dating life.

And his friends know that his family knew that. everyone that known him knows he has no dating life.

The man just couldn’t pull ok?

so when he got himself a girlfriend and she was bad?..

Wally was NOT going to tell his friends shit. He know they would ask him

“how did U pull HER???” it wasn’t like his friends had no faith in him, they just know he couldn’t pull. Once when he and dick went to a coffee shop, a girl was sitting across from them. Wally asked for her number cuz he thought she was cute….

she said “Ew, your friend can get my number tho.”

Dick brings it up like once a month….

one day y’all were on a date night, and his friends pulled up…..and he asked u to get in the back sit… and to put a blanket over your self.

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“What” you giggled, your right hand hovering over your cheat.

”ik Ik it’s stupid but.. I haven’t told my friends about us.” Wally muttered his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “ we.. have been dating for 2 years and you haven’t told you friends about us!” You yelled at him

who doesn’t tell their friends about their girlfriend. That’s just fucking stupid. And on date night. Do u know how many date nights y’all had to cancel because he was saving the word.

TOO FUCKING MANY

And now his asking you to get in the back sit cover yourself with a blanket? What. The. Fuck.

The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. Him.

“you joking?…right.” As he sakes his head no, two cars pulled up next to Wally’s.

“pls [reader] next date next I promise, no matter what happens I won’t let hero work get in the way.” He eyes the looked so pleading.

But..No.

you came to have good time with your boyfriend. Hell it was fucking date night. And if he thought that you were going to climb in the back seat? Because he didn’t want his friends finding out?

He could go fuck himself.

“No, Wally I am in a 300 dollar dress with red bottom heels. I Will not be going any were near that fucking back sit, so fuck you.” You declined. Grabbing your coat and purse.

As you opened your door, and stepped out. You could feel 6? Perhaps more.

Eyes traveling across your body, some wandering to other parts.

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“Who was that?” A familiar voice questioned. “Fuck off dick.”

“Dude, step outside the car”

as Wally stood outside of his black car. He looked around him, and all he could see were the questioning gazes of his friends. “Go ahead. Ask your questions”

“who was that girl?”

“pls tell me that was your cousin”

“How old is she?” “does she know about yk?..?” “Who was that fine babe”

“Can ya give me her number?. Or try and hook us up?”

one at a time people!! Wally complained.

“ok ok uh was that you gf?.” Wallys best friend Dick asked. “yes”

a bunch of aw’s were muttered, but not like the aw cute ones. More like the disappointed ones. __________________________

um that’s the end I hope u guys liked this, I just need sum to post cuz I felt kinda bad for y’all…..and like I was supposed to be working in BRAT part two buttttt my man Wally was just calling my name guyssss. This isn’t my usual writing style, cuz I was rushing 😓 should I make part two of this my brain juices are going again

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[lacydollette]

doll!reader wants to take control during sex but bf!rafe isn’t gonna submit that easily, so she has to find another way

warnings: pure smut, established relationship, making out, turning dom!rafe sub, forced submission (?) kinda, handcuffs, praise, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving)

“hngh..feels so good rafey.” you hummed, your hips continuing to roll against his still clothed cock, feeling him getting harder the more seconds pass. His lips were still attached to the sensitive skin on your neck as he sucked and licked on your sweet spot.

Rafe was leaning against the headboard, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you closer, unable to get enough of you. Just as his lips began to trail down to your collarbone you pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile on your pink and glossy lips. He gazed up at you, his ocean blue eyes filled with lust and complete adoration. “You’re driving me crazy, doll.” he murmured, hands still clinging to your body.

“Good.” you whispered, leaning back down to nip at his jawline, his stubble slightly rough against your soft lips. As your kisses trailed down his neck, something in you shifted. You hadn’t planned for it to unfold like this, feeling kinda strange. Usually, Rafe was the one in charge, his dominant nature pulling you into submission so effortlessly that you never questioned it. You loved the way he took control, how he made you feel small and cared for. But what if you, just once, took the lead?

You weren’t sure where it all came from, but you also weren’t scared to find out. Maybe deep down you’d always wanted to see how far you could push him, to make him yours like he did to you. As your heart began to race you realized that the idea really turned you on, the wet spot on your panties only growing bigger.

Your fingers slid up his chest, brushing over his collarbone before settling at his neck. Your grip tightened slightly, feeling a bit nervous and just adding a playful pressure to start things off. Rafe tensed beneath you almost immediately, his hands shooting up to catch your wrists.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his tone sharp as his blue eyes locked on yours. You froze, and for a second you thought about chickening out, to just leave it to him, but then a new found courage came rushing through you. “Just trying something new..”

Rafe let out a frustrated sigh, loosening his hold on your wrists but keeping them steady. "Doll, that's not really my thing. You know I'm not into—"

"Please," you interrupted, your voice a mixture of pleading and determination. Your hands moved to cup his face instead, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "Rafe, I promise l'll make you feel good.“

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to weigh your words. Rafe wasn't used to giving up control—not to anyone, and most of the time not even to you. But the way you looked at him, your big, hopeful eyes and your sweet pout, made it impossible for him to say no. You were his doll, his everything, and despite his doubts, he didn't want to disappoint you.

"Fine," he finally gave in. "But don't push it." Your face lit up with excitement, not thinking that he’d actually agree. "You won't regret it," you promised, lips brushing against his again as your hands adjusted their grip, softer this time, testing his limits. You could feel the tension in his body as Rafe fought the instinct to pull away, his breathing uneven under your touch.

"Relax," you murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his neck, your lips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Let me take care of you." A playful smirk was plastered on your lips as you placed your hands on Rafe's broad chest, gently pushing him back against the pillows. "Just trust me, okay?" You whispered, your tone dripping with sweetness, though your eyes sparkled with something malicious.

Rafe let you guide him, his hands resting loosely on your bare thighs. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion, though he couldn't help but smirk back at you. "Close your eyes," you instructed, voice soft but firm. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow, clearly hesitant. "y/n-"

"Just do it," you interrupted, leaning down to kiss him again, silencing his protests. It was a kiss that left him momentarily dazed, and when you pulled back, he complied with a small groan, letting his eyes flutter closed.

Reaching over to your nightstand you slid the drawer open carefully, trying not to give yourself away as you pulled out the fluffy pink handcuffs you’d stashed there, finally finding an opportunity to use them. The rattling and soft clicking sounds as you adjusted them immediately made Rafe's brow furrow, even with his eyes shut.

"What's that?" he asked, his voice sharp, the hint of suspicion growing stronger. "Shh," you cooed, leaning down to kiss him again, but this time he didn't fall for the distraction. His eyes snapped open just as you had clasped one of the cuffs around his wrist and secured it to the headboard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rafe protested, tugging his arm instinctively, but you were quicker. You grabbed his other wrist and clicked the second cuff into place before he could stop you. His eyes widened as he pulled at the restraints, the fluffy pink cuffs holding him securely against the headboard.

"Doll, what the fuck is this? Get ‘em off."

You sat back on his hips, earning a low grunt from him while twirling the tiny key between your fingers with a smug grin. "Mmm, I don't think so," you said, voice dripping with confidence. "You're not in charge here, Rafey. I am."

Rafe's breath hitched slightly, his jaw clenching as he looked up at you. There was a flicker of something in his expression— frustration, maybe even a little fear, but also an undeniable heat in his blue eyes as he registered your words. He was done for.

“y/n, I swear to God-" he began, but you cut him off.

"Swear all you want," you giggled sadistically, leaning down until your lips were just a breath away from his ear. "You're mine now, Cameron. And you're gonna sit there and take whatever I decide to give you." Your voice was unusually low, commanding, and laced with a sultry edge that made Rafe’s body react before his brain could catch up.

He squirmed beneath you, his face flushing as he realized just how much your words affected him. "Baby, come on," he said, his tone wavering between irritation and something softer, almost vulnerable. "This isn't funny."

"Oh, I'm not laughing," you replied, grin widening as you watched him tug at the cuffs, the muscles in his arms flexing uselessly. Your pussy clenching at the sight, he was so unbelievably hot like this. You reached out, brushing your fingers along his jawline.

"Baby.." he muttered, his voice strained as he tried to muster up some semblance of control. But the way you looked at him, the power you held—it made him feel small in a way that was both frustrating and oddly thriling, feeling the buldge in his boxers grow. The way you were acting drove him crazy, thoughts running wild with all possible scenarios. It was all so new to him and seeing you in control definitely flipped a switch inside of Rafe.

You fully ignored his complaints, the outline of his cock definitely was enough for you to keep going, your fingers dipped below the waistline of his boxers, pulling them down as his erection sprang free. you held his already leaking cock in your hand, running your thumb along the tip before licking a stripe all the way to up his base. you repeated this action a few more times, then fully taking him in your mouth as far as you could go.

“fuck, baby..” rafe groaned, helplessly pulling at the handcuffs. you began to swirl your tongue around his cock, your hand wrapping around the inches that you couldn't get in your mouth. you continued to suck him off, pulling all the way off and then taking him back in. his grunts became louder, hips buckling up into you, while his tip hit the back of your throat.

Gagging and slurping sounds filled the four walls of your room, your saliva mixed with Rafe’s precum making your mouth move smoothly around him. You could tell he was close by the way he squirmed underneath you, tugging on the cuffs with all of his strength, completely trapped.

“You’re gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” You chuckled up at him, hands replacing your mouth for a second as he watched you with hazy eyes, fully emerging into submission, nodding hastily. “Y-yes..fuck.”

You began jerking him off at a fast and rough pace, your hand gliding along his thick shaft with ease as you watched him twitch, quickly wrapping your lips back around his tip. Just as your tongue tasted him again you felt Rafe release, white ropes of cum pouring down your throat as you moaned, your own arousal running down the insides of your thighs.

Pulling yourself off him with a plopping sound you smirked satisfied, licking the corner of your swollen lips while Rafes chest was raising heavily up and down, trying to catch his breath. You leaned over Rafe, your fingers working quickly to unlock the fluffy pink handcuffs that had kept him restrained for far longer than he'd anticipated—or admitted he'd tolerate. The click of the cuffs releasing was followed by a deep exhale from your boyfriend as he brought his arms down, rubbing his sore wrists briefly, his lips curving into a slow, devilish smile.

"Enjoy yourself, Doll?" he asked, his tone low and teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it that sent a shiver through your body. You were unable stop grinning triumphantly as you sat back on your heels. “Maybe I did," you teased, brushing your hair out of your face. "And maybe I'll do it again."

Rafe chuckled, sitting up slightly, his movements deliberate and slow, like a predator sizing up his prey. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice silky smooth, though his eyes burned with intensity. "You did a good job, I'll give you that. Might even let you take control more often... if you're lucky."

Your confidence flared at his words, lips parting to say something smug, but before you could get a word out, Rafe’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and flipping you effortlessly onto your back. A surprised squeal escaped your lips as he hovered over you, his body pinning yours to the mattress in one swift motion.

"Rafe!" You gasped, your cheeks flushing as you squirmed beneath him, your earlier dominance quickly turning into nervous laughter. "What are you-" "Shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger gently to your lips before leaning in closer, his nose brushing against yours.

“You really thought that you could just tie me up and have your way with me without consequences..?”

my first time writing for doll!reader and im already obsessed with her and rafe’s relationship 🎀

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated !!

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[queerbeverage]

*slams fist on table*

"DOLL JOINTS.

JOINTS WITH THE WEED THAT MAKES YOU A DOLL. Get it, like the like joint as in body joint but also funny weed drug-"

*i raise my hand to make a point, having not noticed until now that the fine porcellain my body is made of shattered on impact with the table. I stare at it*

[lorasdolly]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐍' 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴅᴏʟʟʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ; ɪɴ ᴢᴀᴜɴ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴠᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍʙᴜꜱʜ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʏᴛʜᴇ. ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ, ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀ, ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ—ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ—ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀ!ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴜꜱᴇ, ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ.

(more of dolly!reader :3) not proof read :c

you grabbed your stuff, throwing a few things into a small pink bag. it was rather late, you were supposed to meet up with sevika ages ago, and yet here you were still packing things up.

it was dark and eery in your room, like it usually was.

bombs disguised as uncanny dolls and the scent of all sorts of bodily fluids flooding the place.

as you went to tie your shoes, the loud noise of destruction sounded. a thud across the building, usually never a sign of good news.

you squealed and jumped off the bed, a loud sigh exiting your mouth.

pursing your lips, you hesitated on whether to check it out or not. truly it was none of your business.

but the fleeting concern of it perhaps being sevika entered your mind, making you grab two doll shaped grenades are your tiny scythe.

leaving the rest of the bag behind, you hurried outside the apartment, the horrible scent of zaun flushing in.

while you ran towards the continuous stream of noise, pink dust came from the doll in your hand.

"awh shit," you whined, huffing a bit as you kept running.

they were fragile, delicate and to be treated with care. you designed them that way to ensure not even the make belief girls got neglected before explosion.

but the pep in your step must have ruined something in them, causing the timer to set off.

your pace increased, reaching the railing and stairs where you see sevika getting ambushed by multiple people.

since silco died, the people who respected her decreased.

you told her you'd made sure they remembered who kept them in check, and maybe just now was the right time to show it.

your breathing was uneven, deciding between running down the stairs to have close combat or throwing the soon-to-explode time bomb in your hand.

as the pink dust grew more consistent and the blood coming from sevika began to seep, you mindlessly threw the doll shaped bomb into the fight.

it caused an explosion between sevika and those who were attacking her, pink fire lighting up the trash around them.

a pout graced your face as you saw the doll blow to ashes but you snapped back, jumping down from the railing to vacantly swing your scythe around.

sevika's eyes widened, a low groan leaving her lips as she backed up to not get injured any further.

she watched as you had that little concentrated look on your face, your tongue slightly sticking out.

she let out a dark chuckle, fixing some shimmer into her arm as you kept fighting off the group of men who attempted to hurt sevika.

you pushed a man into the bundle of pink fire behind him, smirking and giggling with the cute scythe in your hand.

you grabbed the other doll-like bomb, setting it off right beneath the man, flinching as it went off.

you thought that was about it, all the men were gone.

you stood there panting, wiping blood away from your lips from the few hits you took.

the scent of metal mixed with sweat took over your nostrils, blood overwhelming your taste buds too.

you hated messes, especially when the messes were on you.

a groan left your lips, the sight of a dead man's half-burned corpse residing in front of you infuriated you more.

right when you were about to turn around to seek out sevika, another man came up behind you, ready to attack.

he was able to push you back a bit, but didn't have the time to do more when sevika ran towards the both of you.

her mechanical fist that was just enhanced by shimmer instantly made contact with the man's face, his body going numb and slamming against the closest wall.

you yelp at the sudden scare, pouting at the fact you didn't get the last hit. "totally not fair!" you complained and whined, hands finding your hips.

sevika was about to speak again, staring your bloody but somehow cute figure up and down when she saw the man who was supposed to be dead show up behind you.

your peripheral vision caught on, huffing and turning around fully to swing your scythe.

your scythe burned through the man's neck, blood splattering on your face and hair.

"eugh- gross!" you exclaimed the moment he fell at your feet.

"not interested," your shoe met his head, kicking it away.

finally, your gaze was able to peacefully meet sevika's. a small smirk painted her features.

"since when are you a fighting doll," she teased, hand running through her hand as she stood up straight.

"i knew you were a stupid doll, and surely a good doll, but fighting? color me suprised." she continued throwing mocking taunts towards you, walking to tower over you.

"hey! i saved your ass, expecting some gratitude any time soon." you said with a petulant expression on your face.

"language, doll." sevika said with a lifted brow.

her hand grabbed your chin forcefully, constraining you to look up at her. "awfully mouthy for such a small doll."

you stayed silent, embracing the small moment of her dominance. even after a violent moment, she knew how to revert you back to normal.

pliant and a mindless mess.

"mind telling me where'd you find that sharp weapon?" sevika continued, her lips on a flat line.

"jinx got it for me.." your bottom lip extended outward and she brushed her thumb over it.

"now look at you, a bloody mess, doll." she said with a certain edge of approval.

"but i helped you-" you hurried to the defensive, wanting sevika to understand why you did that.

"that you did." sevika's thumb removed blood from your face, or smudging it if anything.

your face lightened up, realizing she wasn't disappointed but infact proud.

you've gotten many reactions from sevika, but very rarely has she been proud.

"i even got all dirty for you.." you said with a sulky glint in your eyes.

"that too, doll." she acknowledged, her mechanical hand grazing over the soft supple skin of your hips and waist.

"i deserve something in return for being so good!" you kept rambling, furrowed brows as you made suggestions.

she chuckled, not fully paying attention to your words but instead focusing on how you look right:

"gettin' ahead of yourself, huh? who said you're in a spot to make demands?" she teased, desperate to see your reaction.

your confident look reverted into a sad puppy, needing reassurance. "not demands, just.. suggestions."

she nodded, finally focusing her gaze on your eyes instead of letting them wander. "good, good."

sevika cancelled her plans of going to the last drop and gambling a few pretty pennies away, instead choosing a pretty doll to entertain her.

she laid you on her bed instead of yours, knowing you hated getting your room messy.

but also because those dolls of yours secretly made her uneasy.

she begun kissing down your neck, licking any blood residue off of you. "poor doll, got all fuckin' dirty f'me." she spoke, muffled words against your neck.

both her real and mechanical hand studied your curves, relishing the moment with a sense of reverence.

she was taunting your tendency of hating dirt, but you were too pleased to notice any of the little details.

"whatdya' need, doll. use your words." sevika reached your belly button with her lips, tracing hearts with her tongue.

"y-you, sevika, please" the desperation in your words seeped through, your hands tangling in her hair as she toyed with the hem of your panties.

slowly lifting them and then releasing them so they'd snap back against your pelvis.

"i need your mouth, sevika." you said, struggling to even form coherent thoughts let alone sentences.

she chuckled against your hips, sliding down your panties. "lift your hips f'me, doll."

you did as asked, arching your back and lifting your hips.

you squirmed the moment the cold breeze hit your core, whining in need.

she put testing kisses on your pussy, then a teasingly slow stripe against your folds.

"shiiit- shit, sevika," your words were breathy, your hands tugging at her hair.

"mind your words, doll." she spoke firmly, finally latching onto your clit with hunger.

"oh- oh my god, fuck-" you whimpered, disregarding her previous orders.

she brought her mechanical arm to hold you down, stopping your squirming as she ate you like a starved woman.

"putting your life at risk f'me, thank you baby, mmff fuck," she spoke against your core, the vibrations being sent down your spine and straight to your clit.

"sevika- sevika please, so close-" you whine, head thrown back against the mattress.

"cum f'me, doll," she said, lapping at your cunt. her hips bucked against the mattress, need overwhelming her too.

but tonight was about you, she'd make sure of that.

you came undone all over her tongue as she made sure to swallow every drop.

you panted, staring down at her bigger frame and the way she rutted her hips against the mattress.

she pulled away, quick to lather your neck in kisses again before landing on your lips.

she kissed you tenderly with a tone of passion she couldn't avoid.

"se..sevika." you spoke at a breath.

"shh, rest." she got up, standing on her two feet before throwing a blanket on top of you.

her hands rummaged the drawer besides her bed for a cigarillo and lighter. as she grabbed them, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed.

she took a long drag and shifted her head away to not locate the smoke against your face.

you crawled silently towards her, the blanket still draped over your back. you reach for her bicep, needing warmth.

she looked down at you and went back towards her drawer, taking out a small pill that was the color pink.

she brought it towards your lips, immediately your lips parted and tongue sticked out.

she placed it on the small of your tongue as you retreated it back inside your mouth, letting it dissolve.

you shut your eyes and melt away, still grasping at her bicep.

"i'll get ya' a towel." she spoke quietly before standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

It's been only half a year and my custom Tintin doll has been through so much! @tenderlyhands and I have been taking him travelling, and last week they've taken him to Athens!

He's acquired some friends - Haddock is a Made to Move Ken and Chang is a slim Ken Fashionista with joints stolen from a bootleg doll. Haddock and Chang are also traveling - Haddock is currently in Japan and Chang is currently in Romania.

He's even gotten plenty of new outfits. So far I've made his Scottish outfit from The Black Island and his yellow shirt he wears in the earlier comics. A friend from work wants to take him diving - perhaps his diving suit would be a good thing to make next...

If you want to follow along on his adventures check out my Instagram @professorcalculusstanacc - I post more doll content there while keeping my blog more for comics and longer form stuff!

[pissterdaniel]

I crocheted the Father Philip...

...to my Sister Daniel

more photos 👇 other sister dan pics (x)

and some bonus pics of them cloud gazing and ice skating 🥰🌸

and now some yaps:

I kept a stopwatch going whenever I worked on Father Philip, so I can tell you that he took exactly 16 HOURS AND 2 MINUTES yikes.

Today also marks 1 month until I MEET DAN AND PHIL!!! Big yikes... Will be bringing the dolls to my m&g to show them, and if they have room I will happily gift them. If not, I was gonna get a print done of one of these photos to give them.

Also thinking of getting a couple photo prints for myself and have that be my signed item. I am just so proud of what I have created, and it would be super special to have posters of my dolls signed by Dan and Phil.

Next project: a granny square bandana to match my titfit (aka the phandana or even worse: the phanny square phandana) it is currently about two thirds done.

I also have started work on my next dolls which will be Viktor and Yuri from Yuri on Ice >:). Fully in the depths of a figure skating hyperfixation atm, have been super into the ISU Grand Prix series that is currently on. Should anyone wish to discuss this or YOI, my dms and inbox are always open :)

That's it for now, thank you for all the support 🫶. I hope you all love Father Philip as much as I do, and hopefully I did The Phlonde™ justice.

I realise most of these photos are from a low angle so have a bonus phlonde close up, ft. the phandana wip:

hair is by far my least favourite thing to do

okay now that is it, fyi I use the tag #pissterdaniel crochet for all of my crochet related stuff if you want to see more :)