#my precious creepy dolls

[merbear25]

Hi Mer 🥰🫶 25 and 29 for the asks if you’re still doing?

Hello lovely person! I am, I am💜💜

25. What's a song that gives you good vibes anytime you listen to it?

Hands down "Tear us Apart" by the Real Tuesday Weld. I find the melodies incredibly soothing. In my opinion, the video is incredible too. It kinda has some sad undertones, but I still find it uplifting overall. It leaves me feeling at peace afterwards.

29. Do you collect anything? And what are some hobbies you have?

Oh, girly. I've only ever collected two things in my entire life: Living Dead Dolls and nutcrackers. They are so different in appearance, but I fawn over the details for both. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to ramble a bit:

If you don't know, Living Dead Dolls are catergorized into series with each one having an overall theme. Each doll comes with a death certificate and a poem relating to how they died. As morbid as that is, I can't help but be in awe over how much thought and care goes into them. They even have tattered clothes, indents from scars or injuries and I love everything about how messed up they look. To me, it's beautiful. I only have 5 so far but there're more I definitely want!

Nutcrackers have a glorious amount of care put into them, as well. I like touching their soft hair, tracing the gems and cuffs, and so on just because it feels like I can connect with whoever made them. I think I have about 30...basically a freaking army.

Sadly, since moving country I haven't been able to ship out either collection yet. Whenever I'll be able to I feel sorry for whoever will have to ship out those 30 nutcrackers omg.

Some hobbies I have are playing the piano, dancing, yoga, watching documentaries on folklore and horror movies, and singing. In terms of singing, I really hope to be able to start learning how to use harsh vocals soon. I'd love to be able to properly sing along to some of the metal music I listen to 😎

[comikbook]

from my tiktok

[wiltdhrtangel]

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[neptunefairytales]

Repostober from 2020 Part.2

Second pic inspired by the twins from The Shining with the Marlowe girls and my Precious Places Manor!

(Personnal pic. PLEASE REBLOG. Do not use or repost. Thanks! NSFW and kinks accounts DO NOT INTERACT!)

[limbsdivine]

misc

[s0fter-sin]

i’ve never once doubted my decorating choices… until my baby nephew wanted to play with my severed baby doll heads

[babyfoxflower]

Alastor Relationship HCs

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Some Smut, Power Imbalance (Alastor is reader’s owner), other than that it’s actually pretty fluffy

* For starters, the moment Alastor first saw you, it was like Cupid had shot him in the heart with one of his arrows

* He knew that he wanted you and he was going to get you for the Radio Demon always takes what he wants

* He propositions you a deal, you sell him your soul and in return he’ll give you anything you want whenever you wanted

* Long story short, you end up accepting his deal and signed your sell your soul away (because of course you did, he’s an excellent manipulator)

* From that day forward, Alastor never let you out of his sight

* He made you move into the hotel and stay in his room

* He even snapped in a bed for you to sleep in

* At night, he lays next to you stroking your hair and watching you sleep

* “Isn’t she just gorgeous? Such a beautiful little doll,” he said to his shadow

* His shadow grinned in agreement

* “And she’s all mine. Mine,” he hissed that last part as he pulled your body into his arms

* He was true to his word when he said he would give you anything at anytime

* You were his precious dear, if you wanted chocolate to satiate your sweet tooth than you would get the best chocolate or if you wanted shoes to match the pretty dress he got you than you would get the best shoes

* However, the one time you asked for alone time, he laughed, “And why would you want to be away from me, my dear? Do I not satisfy you?”

* You knew better than to anger one the most dangerous overlords so you would say that you were just kidding and of course he satisfies you

* He lifted up your chin with one of his claws, “Good girl,” he said as radio crackling came through his voice

* And he did truly satisfy you, it was hard to complain about being pampered by such a handsome and charming man

* Even if he is clingy and a little creepy, he’s also funny and sweet in his own way

* He’s extremely affectionate to you and even let’s you pet his ears and play with his hair

* He loves laying on your chest and giving you little kisses and love bites on your neck and breasts

* Speaking of kisses, he often steals kisses from you especially when you least expect it

* And let me tell you he’s a good kisser surprisingly

* He’s also good at other things that involve his mouth and tongue

* His tongue is long and easily reaches deep inside your pussy to that special spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back

* And nimble fingers that work your bud brilliantly

* That’s not to mention his big member that stretches your walls so deliciously

* And his voice, oh he knows what to say to make you come undone completely

* Once you’re finished, he finishes deep inside you filling your belly with warmth

* “You’re such a good girl, such a good obedient little thing,” he says before kissing you tenderly

* Truly it’s not bad afterlife with Alastor the Radio Demon

[littlexdeaths]

precious - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, eddie is a menace… but a cute one.

opposites attract masterlist

word count: 1k

a/n: another repost from my opposites attract series. i missed our feral, goblin boyfriend. so i hope you all enjoy xx.

He’s been in between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background.

You had gotten Eddie the box set earlier that day as a surprise gift. So of course, your boyfriend wanted to spend the whole day having a movie marathon. And you were more than happy to oblige.

But the only problem was you.

You in your short pleated skirt and pink top that seemed to leave very little to the imagination. You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to.

The brunette somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf his senses completely. Reminding him how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you.

So could you blame him for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?

After popping the second film in the dvd player, you joined him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours.

So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers began tracing the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin.

His head dips, lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

“We wants it, we needs it…”

Eddie’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy, crawly creature from the film.

You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me try that again,” he hums as his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin.

A small gasp leaves you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core.

“Wanna taste you, doll… can I?” He asks, his voice just as deep as before— but the silliness of the previous moment is gone.

Only desperation laces his tone as his fingers slip underneath your panties. The male groans at the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless.

“Please,” you whine, lips jutting out in a small pout.

That’s the only answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. Grinning mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness.

Eddie quickly tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he seemed, he slowly dragged his tongue through your soaked folds. Your boyfriend wanted to take his time, to savor each and every drop you were giving him.

Flash forward to almost an hour later, your fingers are tangled in his dark curls as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Eddie was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down again.

It was his turn to drive you absolutely crazy. While simultaneously turning you into a needy mess under his skillful tongue. He suddenly pulls back for a moment, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices smeared across his chin.

The male gathers some of it on his fingers, eagerly sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl.

“Mmm, my precious.”

Before you have time to scold him he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaves him as he sucks harshly on your clit. Eddie eagerly slips those same fingers that were just in his mouth, back inside you. He curls them up to brush against your sweet spot, causing you to cry out as he increases his pace.

Any semblance of taking things slow is now thrown out the window, as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your fingers find their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.” He growls each word pointedly, thrusting his fingers in tandem with his vulgarity.

Your walls clench harder around the digits due to his praise, greedily grinding your hips down against them. A whimper escapes you as he leans back, spitting onto your already soaked pussy. But he doesn’t give you much time to process as his tongue begins to mix his salvia with your slick.

He slides a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal now over powering the film still playing on the television. Your body is buzzing as your thighs begin to tremble around his head.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” His voice is muffled as he puts more pressure on your swollen clit.

And in that moment, you can’t find the words to answer him— only a high pitched moan leaves your lips.

Eddie chuckles against you, the vibrations bring you that much closer to the edge. Your hips begin to buck up wildly, desperate for that promise of release.

But your boyfriend is quick to force them back down with his free hand. Preventing any further squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, taking everything he’s giving you in stride.

“Gimme all your cum, sweetheart,” he groans deeply, finding yourself unable to hold back anymore.

After being edged for the better part of an hour, your body convulses as you finally fall over that precipice. Crying out his name repeatedly as he continues to work you through the most intense orgasm he’s ever given you.

Your body suddenly slumps against the sofa, completely spent. A soft whine leaves your lips as you tug on his disheveled curls to lift his head. His dark eyes lock with your half lidded ones, that mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie gladly crawls his way up your body to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now smeared across your chin.

You can feel the sticky, warm denim of his jeans pressing against your thigh. The sudden realization has you giggling into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums, “Precious is pleased?”

[gaypirate420]

This is how I think Renesmee looks like, and I don't mean it as a eewww stinky demon doll baby.

I think she would look like a literal doll, porcelain skin but with the little blush and rosy lips, unusual eye color, healthy hair and precious curls. And the way Rosalie (yes, Rosalie not Bella) dresses her wouldn't help with her blending in with a normal human child.

I think most people go for the horrible looking puppet on Twilight that they kinda forget how she's supposed to look like.

And yes, I got my interpretation from the Illustrated guide.

I don't care about Renesmee enough to hate her, she's a little creepy and I love that honestly, you go demon baby! terrorize everyone around you, girl!

[taeyongdoyoung]

intro (infected)

summary: your attempts to find out the identity of your stalker lead you right where you least except... characters: reader, heeseung, sunoo and sunghoon genre: thriller, dark romance(-ish) warnings: themes of stalking, non-consensual photography, blood-covered dolls, stealing clothes, invasion of privacy, breaking in, toxic characters, betrayal, knife, drugging, kidnapping, etc. please PLEASE read at your own risk author's note: the title is inspired by this amazing song and the story itself is strongly influenced by my dreams and insta/tiktok edits of enha lmao; also this is the first part in a trilogy part two & part three word count: 2.3k

You feel like you're losing your goddamn mind. The last month has been the worst of your life. You literally dread coming home to another one of your stalker's "surprises". Sometimes it's photos of you taken from afar. Sometimes you return to your apartment only to find clothes of yours missing. Sometimes you receive little "gifts". Like creepy dolls covered in blood. So sweet.

Why haven't you called the police, one may ask? Well, you've heard of similar cases and the truth is, the police never take women's complaints seriously. They always make up some bullshit excuse about there not being enough proof. Or they try to make it seem as if the woman was somehow "asking for it" by leading some guy on or whatever.

So, you're stuck in this situation, being horrified of returning to your home every fucking evening. You can't afford to move out right now so, there goes nothing. However, you honestly don't imagine continuing to put up with this any longer. Therefore, you decide to take some action.

There are only two people other than you who have a key to your place. Thus, there are only two suspects you can think of.

Suspect number one. Your loving, doting, precious boyfriend Heeseung. You cannot possibly imagine him doing something so vile. Plus, he already has you. There would be no motive for him to stalk you and send you weird stuff and steal your clothes. True, he can be kinda possessive sometimes but nothing that would raise any red flags. He cannot be your stalker, you are pretty much convinced.

Suspect number two. Your adorable, sweet, younger best friend Sunoo. Once again, you cannot picture him being behind this. And yet...sometimes he has this resting psycho face clouding his usually adorable features. You don't wanna judge him hastily and without any proof. But sometimes he looks kinda dangerous. You know it's not his fault, he was just born like that. You have to investigate somehow and get to the bottom of this.

So, like the fool you are, you share your concerns with suspect number one.

"I have a stalker," you admit to your boyfriend one afternoon while you're watching a movie on the couch.

"What?!" Heeseung exclaims in shock.

Okay, his reaction seems surprised enough. There's no way he's acting.

"For the past month I've been receiving pictures of myself, as well as some creepy dolls covered in blood. Oh, and some of my clothes have gone missing."

"That's crazy! Why haven't you reported it to the police yet?" Heeseung asks, holding your hand, deeply worried about your well-being.

"Ugh, as if the police will do anything to take my case seriously. I'll figure it out myself. Well, with your help, hopefully."

"Of course, anything you need, I'm here for you," Heeseung promises.

"So, actually, you're suspect number one," you chuckle, not at all concerned Heeseung is behind this. He cannot be.

"I am?" he laughs. "Darling, I hope you know I would never-"

"I know," you cut him off with a trusting smile. "But you're one of the two people, other than me, who has a key to my place. And there was no sign of a broken door or window, so, whoever it is, obviously owns a key."

"Who's the other suspect, then?"

"Sunoo," you confess.

"Sunoo?!" Heeseung can't help but laugh again. "There's no way. He's a total angel. I just can't see it."

"Yeah? I lowkey see it, he has this creepy face every once in a while. He could totally pull this off," you reason.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna confront him. Judging by his reactions, I'll be able to determine if it's him."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Heeseung immediately offers.

"Nah, that might intimidate him and he may not be as honest as I'd like him to be. Don't worry, we'll meet in a public space, just in case."

"Uhh, I'm not sure if you feel better but sure. Call me rightaway if you need help."

"I will, I promise," you smile fondly and kiss your boyfriend on the cheek.

The following day, you are sitting in a café with your best friend Sunoo, sharing mint choco ice cream that is a favourite of you both.

"So, I have a confession to make," you blurt out, mouth still full. "I have a stalker."

"Oh my God!" Sunoo exclaims dramatically.

"Yeah...I keep receiving weird objects and photos of myself. Also, some of my stuff have gone missing in the past month."

"The hell?! That sounds terrifying, why haven't you contacted-"

"The police?" you snicker coldly. "They won't help me, I'm on my own."

"Well, you've got me!" Sunoo replies enthusiastically.

"That's funny, because you're one of my suspects."

"Me?" Sunoo pouts adorably. "Y/Nnie...I wouldn't do something like that to you."

"I'd really like to believe that, Sunnie, but you kinda scare me sometimes, not gonna lie."

"Hey! It's not my fault my face does that thing when I'm not smiling. I promise I'm not your stalker!" he gets a little too passionate in convincing you.

"To be honest, I don't really think it's you."

"Who's your other suspect, then?"

"Heeseung," you shrug. "He's the only other person who has a key to my place."

"It's not him," Sunoo responds confidently.

"That's exactly what he said about you!" you cry out.

"Why are you not suspecting him, though?" Sunoo eyes you suspiciously.

"Well, if it was him, he would be quick to place the blame on someone else, you, for example. Therefore, it cannot be him."

"Ooor, he's only defending me to mislead you into thinking he's the good guy."

"I'm not sure that's the case," you shrug it off.

"Okay, then, are you confident we are the only two people who can access your place so easily?"

You try to think deeper about it. And suddenly it hits you. There was one other person who used to have a key to your place. But he gave it back. A week after you broke up with him for punching your friend (at the time) Heeseung for "staring at you" and "flirting" all the time. A week would have given him plenty of time to make a copy of said key.

"Sunghoon used to have a key to my place," you say out loud.

"Your ex?" Sunoo's eyes widen in shock.

"But he gave it back...a week after we broke up."

"He could have made a spare, that's really easy nowadays."

You nod in agreement.

"What are you going to do? Now that you have your primary suspect?" Sunoo asks.

"I'm not going to sleep. One of these nights he'll show up and I'll be ready to confront him."

"That sounds dangerous. Wouldn't you feel better if Heeseung and I were there with you?" Sunoo suggests warmly.

You shake your head.

"I have you guys on speed dial. If something bad happens, I'll call you rightaway."

"You have us on speed dial and yet we were your two suspects. The loyalty is dead," Sunoo tsks disapprovingly.

"Hey! It's not my fault you'd make a good psycho character in a kdrama," you try to joke to alleviate the tension.

"Damn right, I would."

Three nights later and you've drunk more coffee than is probably normal. You're so stoked there's no way you'll fall asleep. But you are tucked under the covers on the couch, pretending to be sleeping. Honestly, it'd be kinda disappointing if no one shows up. You must be crazy. Are you seriously looking forward to confronting your stalker, whoever he is? It's probably Sunghoon. You'd be pretty shocked if it was Sunoo or God forbid, Heeseung. You love them too much to expect something so creepy coming from them.

After what feels like forever, you finally hear it. The sound of the front door being unlocked. Slowly, almost impossible to notice. You curse yourself for being such a heavy sleeper. If you had been awake some of the previous nights, you would have caught him sooner. You wouldn't have had to put up with this for an entire month.

Your heart is beating so rapidly you feel like you're going to die any moment now. In retrospect, this probably wasn't the greatest idea. You probably should have notified the police just in case. Oh well, it's too late now.

Steps. Approaching. Slowly. Then, faster. Fuck. He's not gonna...Is he? The sheets you're hidden under are removed in one swift movement. He is.

"Miss me, princess?" Sunghoon asks, his voice as velvety as you remember.

You can't find the strength to say anything, let alone scream. You were right! It was Sunghoon all along!

"Missed me so bad you waited for me on the couch?" he teases you, running a gloved hand down your cheek.

Sooo far from the truth. You just wanted to know who was tormenting you. You didn't miss him at all. All he ever did was bitch about you spending too much time with Heeseung. He was a jealous, insecure wreck and all of that somehow manifested into the current predicament you found yourself in.

"Nah, just wanted to see who's been leaving me all these presents," you try to keep your composure.

"I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out," Sunghoon chuckles darkly. "I thought you were smarter than that. Did you seriously think that dork Heeseung would be capable of something so wicked?"

"That dork is a much better person than you are," you spit out. Okay, probably not the best idea to confront him right now. Stupid Y/N...

"Hmm, is that why you cheated on me with him?" Sunghoon sighs wistfully.

"I never cheated on you, I started dating Heeseung three months after our breakup."

"Three months. Couldn't even wait a year. You're so cruel," Sunghoon pouts and sits next to you on the couch, making himself at home.

"I'm not the cruel one, terrifying my ex-girlfriend. Move on, Sunghoon. I have."

"Have you? Then, why haven't you thrown away the little gifts I gave you?"

How did he know they're safely tucked away underneath your bed? How many times has he been here without your knowledge?

"As evidence," you reply dumbly.

"Evidence you don't plan to submit," Sunghoon teases you.

"I will submit it if you don't stop."

"Why are you even giving me a chance? Obviously, you haven't moved on. Obviously, you wanted to see me again, didn't you?" Sunghoon caresses your cheek and you want to push him away, you really do. But it feels so nice, the coldness sending chills down your spine. Maybe you're just as sick as him.

"Obviously, you are delusional," you roll your eyes. You just have to keep talking to distract him.

You remind yourself that your hand is stuffed in your pocket, clutching your phone tightly. You could easily call Heeseung or Sunoo without Sunghoon noticing. They could be here in minutes as they live nearby. The question is who to call? If you call Heeseung whom Sunghoon is so jealous of, you are afraid that Sunghoon might be carrying some kind of weapon and Heeseung might get hurt. You are fairly certain that Sunghoon wouldn't hurt you physically but you are worried about your boyfriend.

Sunoo, on the other hand...Though he doesn't look physically threatening, him showing up might be a better idea. His angelic demeanour may lead to a diplomatic dialogue. Besides, Sunghoon's always had a soft spot for Sunoo. He wouldn't hurt him, right? So, without thinking too much into it, you call him.

"Am I though?" Sunghoon tilts his head to the side in a way you used to adore. Fuck. "Admit it, if I wanted to really hurt you, I would have. And if you wanted me out of your life, you would have filed for a restraining order or something. Since neither of us did any of those things, that means there's still a chance you crave me in your life, isn't there?"

"You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m going back to you."

Sunghoon grits his teeth angrily, but doesn’t say anything. You really should stop saying things that will make him mad but then again, your biggest flaw has always been excessive honesty. When you broke up with Sunghoon, you were explicitly clear why his behaviour was making you upset and that his jealousy was in the core of it all. At the time, you really viewed Heeseung only in friendly light so Sunghoon’s anger towards him appeared unfounded. Now, however…you were, in fact, dating Heeseung. So, clearly, Sunghoon would believe he’d been worried for a reason.

"Oh, princess, what makes you think you have a choice?"

Moments later, your strained conversation is interrupted by Sunoo who just lets himself in as Sunghoon conveniently left the door wide open.

"Sunoo, thank God, you’re here!" you exclaim even though you are perfectly aware that Sunoo wouldn’t be able to defeat Sunghoon in a physical fight. You just hope that his precious smile is enough of a weapon to get Sunghoon to leave you alone.

"Hi, sunshine," Sunghoon greets him calmly as if his arrival comes as no surprise. Wait a second…

"Hey, hyung," Sunoo responds and instead of being comforted by his appearance, you feel sudden dread upon seeing his angelic features slowly transforming into psychotic ones.

"Since when were you two so friendly?" you try to rack your brain. Back when you were dating Sunghoon, you never noticed anything. Did Sunoo like him?

"Since we share a common goal," Sunoo smiles softly at you, making you even more creeped out, as he pulls a blade from his pocket. What the fuck?!

"Aww, Sun, don’t scare her just yet," Sunghoon scolds the younger man gently. "We’ll have plenty of time to play with her later."

Sunoo is working together with Sunghoon?!?!

You try to make a run for it but you’re too slow so Sunghoon and Sunoo capture you quickly. Sunghoon’s holding you strongly from behind, while Sunoo is caressing your neck with the blade, not drawing blood, just messing with your head.

"Are you gonna be a good girl or do we have to drug you?" Sunoo asks sweetly.

You struggle against them but it is of no use. They’re too powerful and you were too foolish.

"Bad girl, it is," Sunghoon answers coldly and presses a piece of clothing against your mouth and nose, making you feel dizzy and sleepy. Fuck.

You really should have called Heeseung.

To be continued…

[highlyillogicalandroid]

Things I’ve noticed on my Dead Boy Detectives rewatch(es):

Please I NEED to know who the creepy ass clowns on the train were I know it was For the Gag, but PLEASE.

The boys have so many different versions of Clue in their closet???

Also lmao at them being *in the closet* together.

Hnnnn Jenny

I know other ppl have spotted this but the first book Charles grabs in episode 2 (the pink one) ends up being the one with the answers they need to help Niko (not the blue one Edwin insisted he needed).

I love Crystal and Niko look at those girls go.

In episode 3, they learn about evil seagulls and severed feet washing up on shore. In episode 4, Edwin picks up some sheet music that Mick says is cursed and attracts evil seagulls!!

“A bird cries? Is it sad?” Niko my precious darling angel I love you for always.

Okay, okay, I know Valley of the Dolls isn’t about actual dolls but Edwin, did YOU know that when you decided to read it??

The music box thing in episode 4 is absolutely playing Wellerman, right? I’m not imagining things??

“Remarkably low compatibility between Taurus and Aries?” That’s Crystal and Charles, btw.

As Charles starts to spiral about his abusive dad and his own rage, his polo gets darker. When he confesses his fears to Edwin in episode 5, Edwin turns up his collar, revealing its red lining, bringing Charles back toward his hero look. Excuse me while I sob.

“I will always hit a demon with a cricket bat for you.”

“Wrong way. AVARICE. Everything too heavy.” Gives me CHILLS.

The fact that Edwin tore the dollhouse corner out of his notebook.

Charles’ devastated face in episode 7 when Edwin tells him that ringing the call bell hurts the souls in limbo, after he’s already rung it on the way in.

The Night Nurse complains about Niko but she told Niko about the man in the fish?? No one can resist the pull of Friendship with Niko!!

The Cat King gives Edwin calla lilies as a consolation gift at the end of episode 8. Calla lilies are incredibly toxic to cats. Cat King, babe, I know you’ve got a thing for him but damn, have a sense of self preservation, PLEASE!

Edwin’s little saunter right before he kisses TCK on the cheek.

“You’re properly missable.” AHHHH CHARLES YOU LIKE HIMMMMM.

The way Charles and Edwin open the box together sure is something!!

It’s not just the hug (although WHAT A HUG), it’s the buildup to the hug! It’s the way they drift away from each other and then pause and turn toward each other at the same time and it’s so choreographed yet so natural and so perfectly them, like they orbit around each other and are always going to be drawn back together and oh my God I am not normal about it.

Also it’s Edwin who has his back to Charles and turns to glance behind in a lovely little reversal of the Orpheus and Eurydice archetypes from ep 6 and oh isn’t that just so juicy!!!

Okay but it’s also the hug. It’s how tight it is and how they don’t want to let go and how their hands brush against each other when they eventually do drift away.

The way Charles leans over Edwin and puts their heads so close together? Okay you fucking flirt.

Nikoooooooo

[tayraedoll]

Drag Me to Hell

You purchase an old radio at an antique store that turns out to be haunted as fuck. Will you successfully banish the demon back to hell before he can take you with him? Just to be safe MDNI 18+ Only!

So I meant to write this as a one-shot but it quickly got away from me so now it is a full, multi-chapter fic. What can I say? I have lost all control of my life...

TW: Horror, Alastor is his own warning, blood, gore, swearing, crude and dark humor, hallucinations, reader is not an exorcist expert- don't try this at home, more tags to be added as the story progresses.

Part 2

"Do we really have to go in?", you whine to your best friend Kate, scrunching your nose in disgust at the literal shack with a rusty, old "Antiques" sign.

Kate giggles at your antics,"Oh come on; it'll be fun! Who knows what treasures we might find?" She grabs your arm and pulls you through the door behind her; the little bell atop the door chimes merrily to signal your entrance. You look around, as far as you were concerned there was junk piled high in every direction. Taking stock of the room you were in you notice old Coke bottles, cigar boxes, a china cabinet filled with those creepy ass 'Precious Moments' figurines, and a shit ton of clothes that were even too outdated for your grandmother to wear.

"You're counting literal trash as treasure now? That explains your dating history", you deadpan at your friend.

"Bitch I said we MIGHT find treasure! But you gotta dig through the dirt to reach it first", Kate rolls her eyes at you but smiles at your jab. Gentle bullying was just how you showed each other your love. She walks further into the store, perusing through all the trinkets on the shelves. You follow after her, trying your best to not make eye contact with those Precious Moments dolls whose eyes seemed to follow you as you pass by.

You enter an adjacent room, this one filled with tin cooking instruments in varying degrees of disrepair. A portly, older gentleman with greying hair sat behind a register with a large tabby cat on the table. The cat lets out a loud yowl at the pair of you but the man says nothing as he watches you carefully in case you try to steal anything. 'What in here is even worth stealing?' you think to yourself. You smile at him politely and quickly move onto the next room, this one filled with old toys...yikes.

"So how do you know when you find "treasure?", you ask, using your fingers to put air quotations around the word treasure. Kate picks up a particularly disturbing looking baby doll and wiggles it in front of your face.

"When you find something you just can't leave without!", she laughs as you flinch back, glaring at her- you had told her your hatred of dolls in good faith and here she was using that information against you. She places the demonic toy back on the shelf and you give it another glare for good measure- not today Annabelle.

The next area was only slightly less disturbing; it looked like a middle-aged housewife was allowed to decorate it with all the "Live, Laugh, Love" and "Wine a Little, Laugh A Lot" signs all around. "Jesus Fucking Christ does this place never end?! It didn't look this big from outside!", you exclaim in exasperation. Kate carded through a stack of pictures and paintings.

"Perhaps if you actually looked for something that strikes your fancy you'd have a better time", she absentmindedly replied. You sigh but raise your hands in surrender, she had a point there. You make your way to the back, knowing nothing in this basic Karen of a room was going to please you.

When you reach the next room your eyes light up,"A ha! Now this room is interesting!", you call back to Kate. It was a music-themed room full of old records, CD's, posters, and stereos. As a music major in college you felt your heart soar at the sight of all the little pieces of music history surrounding you. You immediately dig into the records, wondering if you could find something new for your collection that was in decent shape. Maybe it was old school of you, but nothing beat the crisp sound of a record; records made you feel like the music was surrounding you, like you could see and taste the notes making it a full-body sensory experience.

Kate joins you, letting out a curt laugh,"I should have guessed it would be a music room." Your frown slightly as you reach the end of the records without finding anything of note for your collection. You sigh heavily at the disappointment that fills your chest.

"Too bad this room turned out to be a du-", you trail off as you catch sight of it. On the top shelf at the far end of the room sat an ornate, antique radio. It was cathedral-shaped, made of a dark- almost black- wood, the face painted a bright crimson. The speakers resembled a throne and below the control panel were large, yellow slices that resembled flames...or a very creepy smile. You gently plucked the fragile-looking radio from the shelf; it was a lot sturdier than it looked, feeling pretty hefty in your hands. You turn it around in your hands, it appeared to be battery-powered like most radios were prior to the 1930's. You wondered if it would work today.

"Find something interesting?", Kate asked beside you. She made a face at the old radio, "No offense but that thing is creepy AF!"

"It is no creepier than that doll earlier!", you defend your unique find. "I think I'll purchase it", you state with finality and make your way back to the front. The old man speaks little more than just to tell you your total cost, the cat joining him as they stare at you distrustfully. 'Jeez, cranky old coot', you think.

Back at your home you tinker around with the radio, polishing it up a bit and adding some new batteries. Your home was small, just a 1-bedroom and bathroom place that you were renting on the outskirts of New Orleans. You decorated modestly, a bookshelf with your favorite novels and records took up an entire wall of your small living room. The TV was small and pushed into a corner, you really only used it for background noise most days. You had one small but comfortable couch that you mostly used to work on. You were a writer for OffBeat, New Orleans' local music magazine. It was a great gig that let you work from home, even if you weren't compensated the best being a new writer on the team. You spent most of your days writing about Jazz and The Blues, local concerts and events coming up, and interviewing rising artists.

You placed the radio up on top of your bookshelf, you'd try to get it to work tomorrow. As you were pushing it back onto the shelf you felt a sharp sting in your finger, "Ah! Fuck!", you exclaim as you quickly pull your finger back. You inspect it, finding a drop of blood leaking out of your skin; you must have accidentally cut yourself on one of the yellow ornamental parts. You raise your bleeding finger to your lips and gently suck the small wound to soothe it. Sparing one last glance up to the radio, you turn off the light and head to bed.

Completely missing how the smile of the radio that just bit into you started to eerily glow in the dark after you.

[ratedfleur]

dollie.

pairing : lee heeseung x fem reader word count : 404 genre : thriller content : heeseung is a creep, borderline creepy, jake cameo, heeseung and jake are obsessed with dolls, misuse of dolls.

“oh darling, hush.. don’t cry..” heeseung says, eyes portraying solemnity when in reality, he took great pleasure in the way you begged for him to let you go.

eyes baring with tears, fat globes of tears cascaded your cheeks as you looked up at heeseung, “please.. please, just l-let me go..” you hiccuped.

he pouts, “then what am i to do with all of these, darling? they will be put to waste..” he says solemnly, the tip of his knife drags on the dresses placed on the bed along with the other accessories he wanted to dress you in.

heeseung’s movements are smooth, in an instant the tip of his knife is placed underneath your chin, angling your head to make you look up at him.

“it’s a shame, really. i would’ve loved to see you in these dresses, but i guess i really can’t have it all.” he shakes his head.

with a soft cry, you looked up at him as your tears fell, “okay, i’ll do it.” you say as you watched heeseung rejoice in front of you, “thank you, darling.” he says.

his smile is sinister as he undresses you, handling you delicately as if you were made of porcelain. heeseung’s touch was gentle as he dressed you in a black lolita dress, knees covered by thigh highs, hair curled and placed over your shoulder as heeseung propped you up against a black rocking chair before bringing you into the living room.

“you gotta stay still now, darling.. don’t wanna scare off our visitors.” heeseung smiles down at you, smile so sweet you nearly believed he actually loved you.

he places a soft kiss on your forehead before making sure you looked presentable, he fixed your dress and placed your hands on top of each other on your lap before he walked away.

opening the door with a welcoming smile, heeseung lets jake push in a wheelchair with a pretty human like doll dressed in frills, eyes empty as she stared ahead of her.

“hey doll.” heeseung miles down at the woman who stayed silent and still like a doll, “you have to meet my darling, isn’t she gorgeous?” he says as jake placed her beside you, the two stood in front of you both, admiring their precious possessions before heading to the couch.

“h-hey.. we have to do something—“ “no.” she replies, still staring ahead of her with still eyes.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[neptunefairytales]

Repostober from 2020

That time I made photos inspired by the twins from The Shining with the Marlowe girls and my Precious Places Manor!

(Personnal pic. PLEASE REBLOG. Do not use or repost. Thanks! NSFW and kinks accounts DO NOT INTERACT!)

[paladin-heart5]

So This Is Love

Leon Kennedy x Reader x Chris Redfield

Summary; You are in a poly relationship with Chris and Leon

CW; fluff, smut, dp, blowjob, fingering, creepy neighbor, protective boys. I think that's it, MDNI

AN; ahahahha I did it oh my gosh that was hard i'm sorry it took so long its 3.2k words I hope you like it byeee oh also please don't e afraid to send request I need ideas

You're not physically strong, not to say you're a complete weakling either. However, you're definitely considered fragile compared to your boyfriends. They're basically your guard dogs, but you try your best not to rely on them. You're still an independent woman who can take care of yourself. Realistically, you have to be when they aren't around, which is more than you think. They both work for the government, and oftentimes they're both gone around the same time. You do your part of course, make sure the house is nice and tidy, groceries are stocked for when they come home starving. They need all the nutrition they can get. You like to give them a taste of domesticated peace when you are able to. Being self-employed definitely has its perks when it comes to scheduling. The boys insist you don't even need to work, but you don't want to seem useless. You're grateful for them, and you like to show it. Who knows what you'd be doing if you hadn't met, let alone date Leon S Kennedy and Chris Redfield. You'll admit, when they're home, you're putty in their hands. Only after you've taken care of them though, you want to make sure they're safe and sound at home. To them, you're their precious flower, their safe haven. 

Currently you're walking home from the market, which happens to be right outside of the neighborhood. It's quite convenient since you don't have a car, you like walking around anyway. You have three filled totes of foods, you've been needing to fill the fridge. Both your boyfriends have been on a mission for the last two weeks. The time has been lonely and boring, but you're proud that they're saving the world. As you approach the house, you notice your neighbor staring at you. His name is Gary, and he's usually sitting in the dark or watering his front lawn.You offer a warm smile, although he is a creepy older man, you try to be friendly. He slowly waves at you.

“Need a hand, doll?” Gary steps forward in your direction. You let out a nervous chuckle and shake your head. “I'm alright, Mr. Dawson, thank you though.” You politely decline as you approach your porch. The older man stops at the fence dividing your yards. He keeps a smile on his face, one that shows his dirty, cracked up teeth. All that smoking really did a number on him. 

“Where are those strong men of yours? Shouldn't they be helping their little lady?” He questions, raising a brow. You roll your eyes as you fumble with your keys, trying to open the door. 

“They're at work, but don't worry, I can take care of myself.” This wouldn't be the first time he's tried to get close to you, in a way that is more than friendly neighbor. Anytime the guys aren't here, he's trying his best to get to you. Means he's scared of them, but you're not so easily put off. Having two special agents as boyfriends has its perks when it comes to self defense. Fortunately, Gary hasn't pushed too far. 

“Don't you ever get lonely when those boys are gone all the time?” The old man asked with a tilt of his head, his brows furrowed slightly. You sigh as you finally open the door, you turn your head to him, pick up your grocery totes, and give him a fake smile. 

“Nope! They never make me feel lonely, have a good day Mr. Dawson!” You quickly enter the house and close the door. While it's supposed to be a ‘neighborly’ conversation, you always end up uncomfortable. The way he looks at you always makes it worse. You shrug it off and continue with your day, putting away the groceries and organizing the kitchen. You hear the sound of your phone going off, you received two messages. Both from your boyfriend's.

Hey baby, Leon and I will be home tonight.

So excited to see you princess, expect cuddles.

You smile brightly as you read the messages, they're finally coming home! You just have to do something special, maybe make their favorite meal. You gasp as an idea pops into your head. You quickly go to your room and search through your closet. After a couple minutes of digging through your clothes, you find a lingerie set you recently got. It's lavender lace, with a little bow at the top. It perfectly cups your breasts, and shows off your curves. You put it on and wear a blue silk robe that Leon gifted you. Humming softly, you fix your hair and check the time. They should be home in a couple hours, so you decide to set the table and prepare to cook dinner.

“You know Claire can't keep a secret.” You hear the door open from the front room, the sound of Leon and Chris's chuckles blessing your ears. You jump off the couch and watch as they take their shoes off. “That's true, I remember when we told her about asking Y/n out. She was so close to slipping we had to go for it.” Chris laughed before seeing you leaning on the wall of the kitchen. 

“Hey baby girl!” He smiles as he holds his arms out for you. You quickly go into his arms. Chris chuckles and spins you, making you giggle. Leon turns and beams at the sight of you in the shiny robe he got you. He steps forward and hugs the both of you. 

“I missed you guys so much, you have no idea.” You say teary eyed, when they come home alive and safe is when you process the fact that their jobs are incredibly dangerous. You never know if you'll lose one, or both. The boys let you go and smile at you, each of them holding your hands. 

“We missed you too, princess. Was everything okay while we were gone?” Leon asks softly, kissing your knuckles. You smile and nod slowly.

“Everything is clean and food is ready.” You say softly as you examine them for any injuries. You only find a few bruises here and there, which is better than most times. The two smile at you.

“Let's eat then, hm?” Chris goes to the kitchen and serves the plates for all of you. You sit at the table and smile as you all begin to eat. Chris and Leon talk about the mission, or as much as they're able to. Then they insist on hearing how you did. 

“It was good, mainly work and cleaning. I started doing some work outs in the garage, figured it would be good.” You admitted as you picked at your food. Chris and Leon looked at each other before back at you. Chris is the first to speak up.

“That's great, baby girl. Leon and I would love to work out with you if you need pointers.” He tilts his head as you think.

“Yeah, I'd like that. Just.. nothing too intense please. I'm still learning.” You say softly as you look at them. Leon gives you that sweet smile, from the pictures you've seen, that boyish charm never left him.

“We'd never push you too hard, princess.” 

“We actually have a routine idea, but.. might be too intense for ya.” Chris hums out, his tone feigning sympathy. You perk up a bit as Leon smirks.

“What is it?” You ask, tilting your head curiously. Leon takes each of your plates and rinses them off before setting them in the dishwasher.

“It definitely would work up a sweat. Even knocks the wind out of us doesn't it, babe?” He glances over to Chris, earning a chuckle. 

“Maybe you, but I never get tired.” Chris stands and goes behind him, squeezing his ass. Leon jumps and wacks him with a hand towel. You blush, but smile. You always enjoy watching them give each other affection. You stand up and bite your lip.

“Can you show me what it is?” You ask, innocently opening your robe just enough for them to notice the lingerie underneath. It grabs both of their attention.

“I suppose we can teach you, but you have to listen to us. Think you can do that baby girl?” Chris makes his way over to you, pulling you gently by the waist. You smile and nod.

“Use your words.” He orders.

“Yes, Chris.” You sway nervously, starting to feel your heart race in anticipation.

“Good girl.” Chris praises with a kiss to your hairline. Leon hums and goes over to tug at Chris’s jeans. 

“Let's go then, wanna give my lovers a good time.” 

~~~~

Leon and Chris guide you to your shared bedroom. They begin to take off their shirts and pants, leaving themselves in their boxers. You giggle at this, they aren't very good at hiding their eagerness. You can already see the bulges. Chris’s cock definitely has more girth to it, while Leon's got the length. You love the balance, they both make you feel heavenly when you make love. The joy of sharing such intimate moments with the greatest men you know will never get old. 

Chris is the first to initiate, stepping behind you and kissing at the back of your neck. You giggle in response, his stubble being very ticklish. Leon smiles, adoring the sound of your laughter. He'll do anything to hear it, do anything to make both you and Chris happy. He steps forward and grabs your hands, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wastes no time, connecting your lips in a heated kiss. Chris smiles and rubs his calloused hands along your curves. Leon gently parts from you, moving some hair out of your face as you pant. You glance over and see the curtains open, also noticing Gary’s open as well. You start to feel uneasy and shudder. Your boyfriend's notice this. 

“What's wrong, princess?” Leon's deep, but gentle voice rings through your ears. You look at him and point to the open window curtains.

“Mr. Dawson has been making me uncomfortable… again.” You say quietly, gripping Leon's shirt. The blonde quickly looks at Chris, already seeing a look of anger in his eyes.

“Easy there, big guy.” He hums calmly to Chris. While Leon is definitely frustrated by how your neighbor is making you feel, he tends to be the more level headed one. Chris on the other hand, is not afraid to humble someone. He's ready to bang on that door and give Gary a what for.

“Fuckin creep, we really need to get her a gun.” The brunette hisses to his boyfriend. Leon chuckles and pets your head.

“We'd have to show her how to use it first. What do you think, baby?” He looks down at you, a gentle smile appearing. You melt at the sight of him, what a man. Leon and Chris are your fucking gods. You'd do anything to please them.

“I'm willing to learn.” You say softly, wrapping Chris’s arms around your waist, making him relax again. He cracks a smile and kisses your head. Leon slips out of your grasps and goes to close the window, making sure the curtains completely cover it. Chris sways with you and you smirk as you remember what you're wearing. 

“I have a surprise for you, gentlemen.” You hum as you go to the foot of the bed. Leon returns to Chris’s side, both of them looking at you curiously. You slowly untie your robe before letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lingerie. The blonde and brunette gape at the sight of you, taking in your appearance.

“Holy fuck, I'm gonna take a bite out of that cake.” Chris growls, stepping towards you. He lifts you up with ease before tossing you on the bed. You squeak at this, followed by a giggle. He then crawls over you, kissing at your neck again as he starts to take off your set. Leon watches with lust darkening those blue orbs. The scene unfolding in front of him is like a dream. Once Chris has you completely naked, he immediately plays with your breast, making you moan. Your nipples become hard and sensitive.

“Such a lovely girl.” He praises you with a low tone. He then looks over to Leon, noticing him biting his lip.

“Come join the fun, pretty boy.” He gestures the blonde over. Leon's cheeks flush at the nickname, but he's quick to join. Chris carefully kneels beside you as Leon is on your other side. You watch as Chris grabs his throat and pulls him for a kiss. Loving, but also rough. It's a sight that has you squirming, it'll be engraved in your brain. The way Leon whimpers into the kiss all needy is delightful to your ears. You carefully run your hand along the blonde's abs, down to his inner thigh. The sound of his sigh is heard as Chris parts from him, smiling. They both look down at you and you give them an innocent smile.

“Such a good girl,” Leon hums as he trails his hand down to your core, rubbing his middle finger through your slick. You whimper and buck your hips. “She's so wet, Chris.” He breathes out lovingly.

“Oh I bet, poor thing has been missing our dicks, hm?” Chris coos to you, earning a quick nod. He chuckles and pats your thigh.

“On your knees, baby girl.” He orders, you're quick to follow, switching to your hands and knees. Leon laughs a bit at how eager you are, gently rubbing your ass. You smile at him and shake it. Chris slaps it, making you yelp. You glare at him. He laughs and moves behind you, taking a look at your glistening pussy.

“You're right, Lee. She's soaked.” The brunette growls as he watches with lustful eyes. Leon moves over in front of you, finally taking off his boxers to reveal his hard cock. Your mouth waters as you watch it hit his stomach. Leon smirks and cups your cheek.

“Want a taste, princess? Go ahead.” He says in a husky tone. You gingerly lick at his tip, gliding all the way down to his balls. After a moment of doing so, you take him into your mouth, earning a deep groan. Chris smiles at this before leaning down to lick a stripe along your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his tongue, lifting your hips a bit more. Leon grabs your hair, making a ponytail to hold as you bob your head. His head falls back as he moans, while Chris eats you out like a starved man. You suck on your boyfriend hungrily, eyes rolling back as you already feel your climax approaching. Chris smirks and slides two fingers into your clenching hole, pumping them in and out of you. The sound of Leon’s moans grows louder as he grips your hair.

“Fuck- I’m so close princess.” His chest rises and falls with quick, heavy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth, bobbing your head a little faster to help him finish. The ache in your jaw is painful, but so worth getting to see Leon come undone. His load shoots into your throat, a loud moan escaping him. His back arches as sweat beads on his forehead. A string of curses follow as you slowly lift your head, letting him go with a pop. You swallow his load and smile at him as he rubs your head. Chris continues to fuck you with his fingers and tongue, a wonderful feeling. The growing feeling of warmth and tightness in your core is making you go dumb, whimpering for him to go faster. As you feel your orgasm about to reach its peak, Chris stops completely. You whine at the sudden emptiness, making the buff man chuckle. 

“I thought we should try something new tonight. How about you take both of us at once?” He suggests, sliding his boxers off. Your eyes widen, cheeks turning red as you look at Leon. He smiles at you and places a gentle kiss on your nose.

“It's up to you, princess. We promise to be careful of course.” He soothes, you think about it for a moment. It’s definitely something you’ve dreamed of, but knowing how big they are, you wonder if they’ll even fit. It’s at least worth a shot, that’s what lube’s for, right?

“I think I’d like that.” You look back at Chris, a sweet smile on your face. Chris returns the smile and rubs your hips. He lifts you up effortlessly, making you giggle. Leon adjusts himself so he’s laying flat on the bed. He then reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand. Squeezing a generous amount on his hand, he begins to rub his dick. You watch with fascination before Chris hovers you above Leon. You slowly settle yourself onto him, there’s little resistance due to the lube and how wet you are. You then lay down on his chest, leaving yourself open for Chris to enter. Leon rubs your back while Chris lubes up his dick as well. He lines himself up with your cunt, but doesn’t enter yet.

“What’s the safe word, baby girl?” He asks softly, not wanting you to end up uncomfortable in any way. 

“Red.” You answer quietly, giving him the go ahead to enter. As he slowly slides in, you tense up, biting your lip.

“Relax, Y/n. It’ll ease up shortly, deep breaths.” Leon guides her through it as she squeezes his forearm. Once Chris is bottomed out, he stops, groaning deep in his chest.

“So damn tight.” He and Leon look at each other and smile, wordlessly in agreement that their girlfriend feels like heaven. They have to hold back from moving so that you can adjust. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for you to let them know they can move. Chris is the first to start thrusting his hips. At first, the stretch is big and of course a little painful; but as they move, you can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your mouth hangs open as soft moans escape you, taking comfort in the way they both have you sandwiched. It feels so good, so safe to be in between them. Leon whimpers as he feels you clench, whispers of praises being spoken in your ear. While Chris is growling and occasionally degrading you.

“Pussy’s so tight for me, baby. You like being a dirty whore for us, huh?” He grabs your hair, lifting your head a bit as you mumble.

“Yes sir, please- i’m gonna cum!” You moan out, Leon chuckles and cups your cheeks.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for us.” As he gives you permission, you feel the knot in your core snap. A loud moan falls from your lips as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm takes over. The feeling of you tightening around them only urges Leon to follow. He groans as his second climax takes over, holding you closer. Chris finishes last as usual, he grunts as he thrusts harder into you, making you whimper. The feeling of both of them filling you up is just so amazing. The movements come to a stop, all of you laying on each other as you breath heavily. The boy’s look over you to make sure you’re okay, and they can’t help but smirk as they see their cum ooze out of you.

“Alright then, bath time.” Chris stands and lifts you up, Leon goes ahead and sets a warm bath for all of you. He kisses Chris, then you. You’re incredibly grateful to have these caring men in your life.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. This is a rush translation.

After finishing my work, I returned to Ieyasu's room.

Mai: "I'm back, Ieyasu. Huh?"

(I thought he'd be in his room by now.)

Ieyasu: "Hmm? Welcome back. Sorry, I must have fallen asleep without realizing."

Mai: "Huh? Where are you?"

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? I'm right here."

Mai: "Huh?"

As I heard Ieyasu's voice, a plush toy resembling him appeared beside the writing desk.

(No, a stuffed toy can't just stand up and talk, right!?)

Mai: "Wait a minute, are you serious? Is that really you!?"

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about?"

Ieyasu: "Huh? Aren't you unusually tall today?"

Mai: "No, you're just small! I mean, you're a plushie!?"

Ieyasu: "Plushie? What's that?"

Ieyasu: "!?"

After moving his body, he noticed his own hands and finally grasped the situation.

Mai: "What happened while I was away?"

Ieyasu: "Even if you ask me, I have no idea. I was just writing a letter and suddenly got sleepy. Then, when I woke up..."

Mai: "You found yourself like this?"

Ieyasu: "I guess."

Mai: "Are you okay? Can I touch you?"

Ieyasu: “Go ahead.”

Mai: “Okay.”

Carefully, I place the small Ieyasu in the palm of my hand.

(What should I do? He’s so tiny.)

Ieyasu: “Hey, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Mai: “Ah!”

Ieyasu tapped the tip of my nose and moved his short arms.

(Is he trying to fold his arms? They’re too short for that, though.)

Ieyasu: “I don’t know why this happened, but I’ll find a way to return to normal.”

Ieyasu: “And you, don’t worry more than necessary. Just keep smiling, as usual. Got it?”

He said that and pointed one arm towards my face.

(He's trying to reassure me, even though it's harder for him.)

Mai: "Thank you. You're right. Being depressed won't solve anything."

Mai: "Thanks to your cuteness, I'm feeling a little better."

Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? Moving and talking dolls are creepy as hell."

(He's embarrassed.)

Mai: "That's not true. You're small and cute."

Ieyasu: "My bad. I guess the real me is huge and totally not cute."

Mai: "Your normal self is tall and handsome! I love your usual appearance, of course."

Mai: "So, can I help you look for a way to return to normal?"

Ieyasu: "You're still going to help, even if I say no anyway."

Ieyasu: "Do as you like."

I couldn't help but run my fingers over his cheek as he turned away.

Ieyasu: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Mai: "Hehe, you're just too fluffy and cute."

Ieyasu: "Stop grinning like that. I’ll remember this when I return to normal."

He turned away, sulking.

(Even as a plushie, he's still stubborn. Huh?)

Suddenly, a black stain on his back caught my attention.

I casually shifted my gaze and noticed a brush beneath the writing desk.

Mai: "Ieyasu, there's ink on your back!"

Ieyasu: "Really? It doesn't hurt or itch."

Mai: "Are you sure it's okay? Ink isn't poisonous, right?"

Ieyasu: "Calm down. It's just ink. I can just wash it off."

Mai: "Then let's wash it!"

Ieyasu: "Now?"

Mai: "I'm worried it'd stain your clothes. Just wait. I'll prepare everything quickly!"

Ieyasu: "Hey!"

Quickly preparing hot water and a basin, I lifted him with both hands.

Mai: "I prepared it in a hurry, but I hope it's okay to get you wet."

Ieyasu: "It should be fine. Worst-case scenario, you can just dry me off."

Mai: "Still, if we leave it, the stain will only get worse."

Ieyasu: "If you're going to dilly-dally, then don't wash it."

Mai: "I'll do it!"

With determination, I gently submerged Ieyasu in the warm water.

Mai: "Ieyasu, is it too hot? Are you okay with the pressure? Does it hurt?"

Ieyasu: "You're worrying too much. Just do it properly."

Mai: "But even you are careful when washing the Wasabi doll."

Ieyasu: "That was something you gave me, so I can't help it."

Mai: "Then I can't help it either. I'm washing something precious to me."

Ieyasu: "I see."

Ieyasu: "So, how long are you planning to keep washing me?"

Mai: "Well, it seems like the ink has soaked in more than it looks. Ah!"

The ink spread to his stomach, and I panicked.

Mai: "Wait, I'll get it off now!"

Ieyasu: "Ugh."

Mai: "Did it hurt?"

Ieyasu: "No. It just tickles."

Mai: "Sorry, I'll try to be gentler."

Ieyasu: "Hey, it's getting even more ticklish."

Mai: "But it's not coming off easily."

Ieyasu: "Guh!"

As I gently rubbed, he trembled more and more.

Ieyasu: "Hey, aren't you done yet?"

Mai: "Just a little more. Hang in there, Ieyasu!"

Ieyasu: "Even if you say that, I..."

The small Ieyasu started squirming in my hand, almost falling into the basin.

Mai: "Ieyasu, don't move!"

Ieyasu: "I can't take it anymore!"

The next moment, water splashed everywhere.

Ieyasu: "Huh?"

Mai: "----!"

(He's back to normal!)

Mai: "Maybe getting wet was the trick?"

Ieyasu: "Who knows? I'm just relieved to be back to normal."

Mai: "Wait, what about the ink stain?"

I quickly moved closer to check his back and stomach, but I couldn't find any.

Mai: "Great, it seems like everything's fine!"

Ieyasu: "Fine? Not quite."

Before I could react, the wet Ieyasu grabbed my waist and swiftly pushed me down.

Mai: "Um, Ieyasu?"

Ieyasu: "I told you several times it was ticklish, but you didn't listen."

Ieyasu: "Now it's payback time."

Mai: "Ah..."

He untied my obi, opened my kimono, and touched my bare skin.

Mai: "Wait, Ieyasu, you're soaking wet. You need to change."

Ieyasu: "I'll be taking it off anyway."

Mai: "Mm."

His rough hands caressed me, and he kissed me more passionately than usual. 

That night, we shared the warmth of our bodies until Ieyasu was completely satisfied.

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