#okay enough doll rambling lol

[clitorphosis]

DOLL PARTS

Death Island Leon S. Kennedy x reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, KIDNAPPING, DUB CON SEX, SMUT, female reader, age gap, abusive relationship, guilt tripping, Stockholm syndrome, dumbification ig, rough sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, choking, creampie, finger sucking, bruises, implied physical violence, internal conflict, teasing, guilt, implied obsessive behavior(Leon) i think, dirty talk, pet names, degradation.

Summary: There is a deep desire to hold onto his past, on the part he is close to lose after every birthday date. And you are perfect for this. For him, to kidnap you is to save that part. Cause life goes on and without him, but yours can’t go on without him now. Of course you don't understand.

notes: this is a mess I fear, but I had a blast writing this tho so idc LOL!!! Also thanks @writingwisterias for letting me bother you with my rambling and my indecisiveness with kidnapper leon（╹◡╹）I don’t condone anything here in real life. :3 uhm, reblogs, asks or comments and any kind of feedback are really appreciated!

tags: @melanchol1cs

Clocks are ticking, not only in real time but in his mind - a disturbing reminder of how at his age Leon wasn’t even able to settle down. Tick - tock. Of course, men can always find a young woman, and two or three times of unprotected sex would be enough to impregnate one. Still, Leon doesn’t believe that applies to him - alcohol is not only a boner killer but also of fertility. Neither does he crave babies, he can be considered a dad to Sherry, also they would only show how time flies. She is enough of a reminder, no need for more.

He found you on the dating app - Sherry suggested he try, as a joke, probably not expecting him to follow the advice.

For him, you looked like a doll. Almost a godsend. Pretty, young, and easy to manhandle. Almost drooled at the prospect of having your legs wrapped around his waist. He should feel guilty or disgusted at the idea to fuck you… at the images of the material of your panties clinging to your hips, wrinkling up with every movement before his fingers would curl under it to tug them down. Right? No-no, he is only 38 years old - at his age men are already bald, Leon is having an easy time here. He has a chance, always had.

While he was unsure what to do, was a simple ‘hello, how are you’ enough for you? Or would it be too simple? Or repulsive? Why is he even worried about that, you probably matched him on accident.

You texted him first, something he didn’t expect from a young woman - even women of his age don’t text him first, they are dry and uninterested. Like sex with them.

“hiii ^^” This forces a smile out of him. Again, three dots appear. “You didn’t swipe me as a mistake, right?:3”

He hesitates, his thumb floats on the digital keyboard for a moment. No, it wasn’t a mistake, still, he needs to gratify his ego. “If it was, would it get you sad?”

“yep, actually, very big big sad!”

That was it. Easy and quick to get closer to you. He expected more obstacles, maybe times changed indeed or you are into older guys. All he needed to do was to open his wallet, be nice enough, and show how a ‘real man’ should treat a woman.

Leon knows a lot about you. He knows too much information - where you live, your college, and where you work. Not in a creep-like way, no-no. You were the one asking him to drive you there. Maybe your youth is the only problem to blame on - you were a chatting box endlessly and easily sharing anything with him, maybe things you should not have to. Somewhat, this only attached him to you.

There are always some subtle hints and hidden alarms, no one usually gives a shit about. Also, understandable, to ask anyone who knows him - hard to find someone with a bad opinion of Leon.

“He is okay”

“A hero. Not everyone is capable of saving the president’s daughter” or a simple shrug.

Outside his work, Leon is… just a guy most of the time. Yes, of course, not the luckiest one with the ladies, but it is unlikely someone would describe him as the type to kidnap a girl. No one understands how middle age crisis is going to be hard to handle, he is pushing 40, surely enough it is already waiting for him at the edge of the doorstep - and Leon had enough of bullshit in his life, a pretty and young woman is the panacea for this. The godsend pill to erase his problems.

And finally.

Finally, the tremendous loneliness will disappear, leaving it behind him like a bad dream. The feeling that everybody in the world is doing something without Leon. He can’t stand this ever-consuming loneliness to spread anymore, today IS the day.

He can let himself be selfish just once. Right?

To reach his goal, there is a small step though, a sacrifice to make. That’s why he set a date, in a good and expensive restaurant too.

And today is the day. This shouldn’t be forgotten. The biggest day. The most important one. No, doesn’t do the justice. The absolutely, positively biggest day, may be the right choice of words for Leon.

On the spot already, waiting for you. This time he isn’t late. That bad habit since 1998, but for once he didn’t struggle with his punctuality - too petulant about what will happen, checking clocks every second. Almost like a goddamn teenager, shifting the weight from one foot to the other on the spot. Nothing can go wrong, he tries to calm himself, there are so many ways to cover your disappearance. Perks of the job.

He didn’t notice how you arrived here too until your perfume brought him to senses. Your face is soft, your eyelashes flutter and you are so untainted. Your younger frame reminds him of himself your age. 21 years old, 1998. When he was at your age he had already witnessed horrors, you don’t realize they still exist. Leon shakes his head, that memory never brings anything good, but today his mood is not ruined and the memory has only strengthened the urge to keep you close.

Leon needs you, untouched by horrors and he knows much better how life can be terrifying.

“You ready?” He flashes a smile, his mood is more upturned than it has ever been - you can’t help yourself, a grin spread across your face too. It is infectious.

“Mmm, I am” you nod, curling your hand around his elbow, to keep yourself closer to him. And he is ready too, god, he has never been so fucking ready in his life.

“Not late this time,” His heart clenches at your words, and he looks into your eyes with a cocked eyebrow - awaiting whatever you came up with. “not like you at all, should I expect a surprise?”

“Maybe, maybe not” He brushes off with a shrug, a smile is still on his lips as you get closer to the car, but he can feel your excitement.

“A ring maybe?” You giggle. He opens the car door for you to get in, you don’t want to let go of his arm.

“A ring? Already?” He says and shakes his head. No, not a ring, but a different surprise. He kisses your lips in a chaste way, hoping you will not try to harp on this topic. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart, wait for it”

…

After dinner was different. A drop of temperatures and an easy flow of the air, dull lights of the street lamp illuminating your figures, inhaling the air in your lungs for the last time. The street is empty; no drivers, no smell of cigarettes, just you and him. And… silence fell upon you both.

Until his hand presses a tissue around your nose. It is suffocating; your nails dig into the arm, trying to worm out.

“Shhh, sweetheart, easy there” His voice brushes against your ear, soothing and intimate. The one he used when he fucked you. “Don’t make it worse for yourself...”

The warm body pressed against your back and kept you close until your body became pliant in Leon’s embrace on the silent night.

Tied up and unconscious. He is considerate enough to not let you experience the narrow space of the car trunk. With heaviness in his chest and like a scaredy cat, driving to his apartment - guilt shifts to euphoria in no time. You wanted this, no? Why would you stay with him after all? It doesn’t matter anymore. He was successful, finally. It worked. Today is his luckiest day, it should be highlighted on the calendar.

While this is the uncomfortable memory of your last date.

…

Every time you are alone, there are little things to do - you could have done some projects for college, maybe talk to friends and go to clubs. To catch a pretty guy, to have sex in the bathroom of the said club. Or fall in love with a guy of your age. It fills you with love and excitement like your hypothetical phone is going to ring as if you aren’t forced to be in Leon’s apartment.

Leon says you are a doll. Not those plastic bimbo dolls you see on social media with plastic acrylics that are longer than their eyelashes. Those reeks of cheapness by trying to be expensive, Leon has explained the difference to you. You are not Barbie or Bratz, those are ones you’d probably played with in your childhood, for Leon, you are another kind of a doll.

He is the one controlling you, making those dumb rules you’ve never memorized and you aren’t really going to. His grip around you is tight and your skin blooms with darker colors after playing with you.

Pretty, that word lives rent-free in his mind, almost becoming the most used of his. Favorite word. Your presence urges him to dress you up. A glance into the closet, most of it contains dresses and other items he has bought you. To take care of you, Leon almost emptied his wallet entirely for you a lot after getting you. It excites him. Admiring outfits he put you in and the same night, he is the one raising the fabric of your dress - two fingers or a dick inside you are enough to make you busy with moans and squirm.

He loves it, oh, he adores it. And your pussy is the best. It calms him, centers him - being someone’s center of the world is delightful, the only one time of the day in which he doesn’t feel insane. You make him feel sane, on the days when your mouth doesn’t run free.

From your point of view, he looks like he is trying to play house with you. In a wrong way. Playing house didn’t include tears or forced silence. Or forced participation. It should be fun, usually, it had been, at least in your childhood. Leon acts like this is normal like he didn’t just kidnap you during your date and force you to be here. He is still sweet, still spending his money on you (even though he doesn’t care about your preferences now), there is food on the table too. During the dinner, the silence is filled with stories from his work - names of people you don’t know. They don’t know you either, you aren’t the most famous captive girl on the planet after all. This is the bare minimum.

What’s more to ask for? Freedom, you are full of his shit actually, you would have preferred ignorance to be bliss cause his farce makes you feel insane. More unanswered questions flood your mind, they stick to your mind like a leech on the skin after a fresh swim on the summer day. You need to wash away this feeling, the only way is to question him. Right. First, you played nicely, still pitying him and holding him dear to your heart.

“What are you talking about, sweetie?” And a confused expression was his answer. He doesn’t even process what you said, just moves on. This didn’t work. Nothing fucking works here.

Now you prefer to poke those facts at him - like a harsh whiplash, a cold water against his face to bring him back to reality. You shouldn’t live like this alone.

Under your flesh there is a hidden hole filled with turbulent waters, almost tearing you apart - suffocating you with confusion. You wish hatred was the only reason to keep you sane, but the deep affection towards him still emerges like a bad dream. His tired eyes with loving and sweet nothing words come from his mouth, peppering your body and face with kisses when everything is right. The memories of nights with him flash in your mind: he is nice enough not to break you, while your body reacts in natural ways. You get wet, you feel pleasure, and his fingers know just the right spot to make your back arch.

This tears you apart, it confuses you too. Maybe there is something you don’t catch on, something missing. Conditioning? You aren’t a mindless idiot, nor a Pavlovian dog, but your body reacts like one. Maybe that’s a lie to reassure yourself. Still, you can’t drive yourself close to orgasm when he is not home. Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, almost with tears trying to get yourself off. To feel like your own person without him.

But something. Is. Always. Missing. You are incomplete.

…

It is already late, really late. Leon is a busy man, at least his job seems to be really important - so important, that he has always refused to tell you, avoiding the topic like the plague and switching to that honeyed tone, talking to you like a dumb puppy. Maybe it is some government shit job, something dirty - suitable for him.

But when he is late, many hopeful scenarios emerge, the most common is his car crushing to death. Good girls get gifts, their wishes get accomplished also, and they end up in heaven too - Leon told you that and to him, you are a good girl. Corny shit. Could he be right though? What if your wish was heard finally? Then remained trouble in your life would be to get out.

And the same dreams are crushed every time the sound of the car engine goes off, the jiggle of keys reaches your ears. You know it too well, you can recognize these little details and they fill you with dread. The sound of his steps, they are so different from others. The sound of his car doesn’t sound like those outside his house. Maybe you are insane, but everything he does is so recognizable it makes you sick.

And Leon is back.

His face is the only one you see, even in your dreams. There is nothing changeable in it. Light stubble, but still him. Shaved and it is still him. Different cologne. And still him. Leon sickens you, this little play often pushes your buttons, urging you to break this act and get yourself into trouble. Maybe the remains of hope are to blame, maybe Leon would change his mind and stop this.

He plops down on the couch, drawing your attention to him - impossible to ignore, if you did, you wouldn’t stop hearing the end of his complaints. His black shirt strains across his muscular body, the fabric is not shy to outline his big chest. Black suits him, but Leon looks good in everything forcing more dread stir in your chest.

“Finally, home” Leon sighs, his hand creeping up to pull you into his lap, acting unbothered. Your legs straddle his hips, facing him. Don’t forget, you are captive. And this is the part of the routine. He is going to watch those old movies from his childhood, or work silently(maybe he will nudge his cock inside you, to keep himself warm) and then he will fuck you. A tearful routine.

“…yay..!” You try to smile, forcing it to please him. Ignoring conflicting feelings in your body, anticipation to feel his dick mixed with dread. A yearning for change. Leon kisses your forehead.

His blue eyes feel heavy on your face, making you feel so little. “I missed you” Leon cooed with a honeyed tone, pulling you even closer. That light smell of beer coming from him forces your skin to crawl. His fingers pinch your cheek, tugging it briefly too. “My doll felt lonely today, right? Without me?”

Again, that mocking sweetness. The one you’d use for puppies. You nod with a hum “Mmm”

“I had a bad bad day today, those reports dried my eyes, god” he groans, his head tipped back, rubbing his eyes as to emphasize his words. But still gripping your waist. You don’t have the mood to be nice to him, his smile and relaxed expression stir dread and hate towards him. And yourself.

“You look like you had a bad day and not me” Leon comments, raising an eyebrow before his thumb tugs on the corner of your lips - smile. You had a bad day forever, your day can’t be compared to whatever he had today. His voice is sweet, but condescending, like he knows what is better for you. Leon doesn’t know shit.

“I don’t think you have reasons to be upset, huh? Your life is easy, baby” He snaps his fingers. Like an order. “pretty smile for me, no one likes grumpy girls”

“You are fucking sick… you know that?” Words spill out quickly and mindlessly, ignoring his distorted expression - you just want him to be in pain. Like you are. There is a hint of fear in your voice, subconsciously aware of what is going to happen after your words. “… you KIDNAPPED ME and you want me to play along with this act?…” A bittersweet pause. Adrenaline rushes through your blood, like after a good shot of vodka. “That’s fucking smart… asshole”

A hard swallow, trying to ignore the growing lump in your throat. Anxiety. This time, your voice is much quieter, you feel so small. Involuntarily shrinking away to shield yourself from what is coming. “I hate you”

There is an uncomfortable silence and his face is not blurry anymore - it is the only thing you can see right now. There is no slap, which is worse, silence is much scarier than a reaction cause you need to know what is going on in his head. You should have stayed silent instead, maybe Leon was right - you can’t stop but back talk and try to get yourself into trouble. You got yourself into this, not him.

Maybe an apology… wouldn’t it be late? Would it save? God, you MESSED this up. There is no way back.

His eyebrows furrowed, looking down at you with a clear discontent painting on his face, his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheeks - uncomfortably keeping you still. This time being pretty and batting your eyelashes like a dumb doll is not going to save you.

“You are so spoiled. No one likes ungrateful bitches like you” Leon shakes his head, not giving a space to you to talk back again. “I buy you pretty things, I spend my time and money on you… and you repay me like that?”

He tilts your head, the grip is bruising, almost. Leon doesn’t give you flowers, but bruises look like them quite enough. His words hit you like a slap, making you feel like there is something tremendously wrong with you, not with him.

“Is it so hard to play nice and stay pretty for me?” He adds with a raised eyebrow. His thumb caresses your lower lip, playing and tugging it down, before pushing the digit past your soft and tender lips.

“And quiet.” He tsked, feeling warm saliva clinging to his thumb as it pressed down onto your tongue. Lucky for Leon, one of his wishes is accomplished - you can’t really talk, only muffled words, while your mouth is occupied with his digit. He keeps the grip on your jaw, before replacing it with two fingers. Pointer and middle finger. You are so pretty when you keep your mouth shut or around his fingers. Or dick. The latter is much preferable.

Your mouth is always warm, inviting, and wet. Hard to hide how such act affects you, your breathing catches in your chest, as his fingers keep rubbing the front of your tongue - messy and slick, not wetter than your cunt right now. Your mouth can not be compared to your pussy though, it has much more pros than disadvantages, the only con is the lack of wetness sometimes. Not something unfixable at the end of the day, a spit or lube (if he is in a good mood) can fix anything.

Your eyes are closed, feeling his other hand keeping your head pointed up where he can see you. To be honest, you don’t really know if you are just trying to illude yourself and hide from the truth - both options are useless, they bring you back to him. Every time his fingers are in your mouth, keeping you quiet and forcing you to suck on them - your pussy gets wet quickly like it is connected to your throat. His fingers delve deeper, moving in and out slowly. You can’t help yourself. Your clit throbs uncomfortably, urging you to do something about this, and your inner walls flutter around nothing - your mind reminds you of how good his dick feels. You probably look so pitiful to him, your eyes reflect well what your body begs for while drooling around his fingers.

Your thighs try to snap close, to rub them together and get that sweet-sweet stimulation, but they end up straddling his hips tighter - feeling the outline of his hard cock press against the damp and thin material of your underwear. It isn’t a big obstacle right now, the burning heat can be felt easily. A choked whine escapes from your mouth, realizing that his pants are still on him.

“Uh-huh, you want my attention?” Leon asks, not trying to be subtle with his tone, laced with mocking sweetness. His fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop, leaving a trail of droll connecting you both. It is so empty without him filling your senses. His eyebrows curl up, glaring down on you like at kicked puppy. He mocks you, another squirming heat crawls in your cunt. Embarrassingly wet, dripping, and staining his jeans with your slick. God, you ARE getting off when he is being patronizing with you. “You ruined my day, baby. Do you really think you deserve anything right now?”

Your mind is screaming at you to do something, you need that relief. His cock. Anything that will fill the emptiness inside you with pleasure. You shiver when his fingers brush across the hem of your underwear, clearly amused by how wet you are. They push aside the fabric, already wet by your saliva - slowly stroking your drenching folds. So warm and puffy, even the light touch of his fingers on your clit makes your body jolt like you are in pain.

“Leon…” Your voice sounds cloying, it goes straight to his hard dick, as you look under your eyelashes at his face - it makes you feel dumb. Any sentences or words are thrown away into the bin under his glare, he doesn’t even try hard to make you feel like that, there is no need cause you are dumb. And you ache for his cock, ignoring alarms in your head. You are just a dumb, aching doll.

And his. He told you that.

“What?” Leon pressed, already withdrew his fingers from your cunt, wanting to see you more desperate. Your hips try to grind against his hard cock, to get a light stimulation. You stay silent, words aren’t enough to formulate what swirls in your mind. Somewhat, his presence and words are always tied to that deep feeling of owing him something. What? Not clear, but it is still here, even if his cock empties your mind.

You are still his after the dramatics you pulled, right?

You swallow hard, the sight of his unmoving hand on the belt makes your cunt painfully ache, ignoring your mind screaming at you to hit him. You don’t deserve this, it whispers. The guilty part of your brain won a long time ago, it overwhelms that soothing reminder - canceling it completely - you need to hurry up him. You are at fault, it whispers. “…Please…” Forgive me, I need you.

You gasp as in rasp motion he changes your position, shoving you and you end up with your back pressed down flatly on the soft material of the couch, while Leon hovers over you. And he kisses your forehead, with the same tenderness and affection he has given you before - like a couple, married couple on honeymoon. Your mind misses the bullseye with this conclusion, but whatever helps, right? The spot burns hot, as a reminder that you have to please him.

Clink-clink! It snaps you out of your thoughts. The sound of his belt makes your skin crawl, and more slick pools in between your thighs like at the unvoiced command. You try to buck your hips up, only to end up restrained by his hand - it grips tightly your flesh, in a bruising hold, and the signs will bloom into another purplish collection in the morning. His hand pins your hips down, - silently denying the control over your pleasure. Couldn’t be even wetter at this point.

It isn’t really visible, but his breathless sigh signaled you that his hand is, probably, wrapped around his cock. You squirm, to prop yourself to look down and maybe get comfier - again, he pushes you down with a head shake.

Your legs shake when his cock presses up in between your drenching folds, the slick clings to the skin, and his cock head nudges against your aching clit. And this hits so good too, his hard cock slides across your cunt. You can’t help but let your hips buck up back, again - to get your own control on the pleasure. Tsk. Your attempt gets easily interrupted again, as his hand pushes your hips down. His cock gets harder after every slow and agonizing rut, the wet sounds of your slick pressing and smearing his cock is like music to his ears. No wonder it is so easy to get lost, thank god your attempts to worm out of his grip snap him out of that pleasure.

You are so impatient. But for Leon, sex is so much simpler, cause he is a simple man. With age many things change, they get uncomplicated. Of course, Leon likes good stuff; tasty good, keeping you pretty, watching how your tits bounce with every thrust and feeling your flesh under his hands, how you react to him. But the sex isn’t the lovemaking or a way to satisfy you, for him, it would be useless to keep you here then. There is a deep desire to hold onto his past, on the part he is so close to lose touch with after every birthday date. And you are perfect for this. Life goes on and without him, but yours can’t go on without him now. Every time he sees you so confused, depending on him - he can’t lie, it makes his cock jolt. He wants to see every little expression on your face, - desperation, affection, confusion, misery, everything - to etch the sight into his memory.

“Baby, you don’t know what’s good for you..” Leon says, there is no answer from you and he doesn’t really need one. His eyes are focused on his cock nudging your hole before slowly pressing in - now watching your spasming and drenching hole swallows his cock. And you gasp.

Without fingers, without any preparation, but wet as hell, you still feel tight as sin. It is easier to get through though. The velvet softness of your fluttering cunt is addicting as your walls clench around him in a vice grip with every inch pushed inside.

It is dizzying how your mind empties together with your body, any remains of conflict regarding this situation is gone. Focusing on how his cock stretches your walls, leaving you breathless and trembling at the slow-filling sensation in your cunt. Your hands creep to rest on his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

His cock pushes through, until its tip presses against your cervix - he is deep inside, his hips nestled right against your ass - and your pussy is so overwhelmingly full, for a moment you forgot how to breathe.

“That’s okay” Leon cooed again. His hand brushes across the skin of your collarbone, caressing it. Burns and you are hot, to the point his touch felt cold. You shiver, his hand is always pleasant to feel, but at the same, the feeling of it is accompanied by something else, you can’t ever catch it. It is brief but always gives you awareness.

Your chest rises up and down unsteadily, looking probably pathetic right now as his hips start moving. Already overwhelmed without a way out.

“Awww, you are just a dumb thing, not knowing anything better” Leon drawls with an amused smirk.

The pace is set, rhythmically rocking against you, using your cunt like a toy. You want to roll your own hips back, to do something but today isn’t your day. You already forgot about your earlier lash-out, as the only sounds reaching your ears are flesh-hitting ones mixed with your moans. His lips are parted on a soft stream of pants.

“N-no..” This attempt of protest slips out easily from your mouth, without giving too much thought into what may happen. Your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders. His hand creeps higher, to rest on your neck in a loose grip, a silent warning perhaps. Pretty faces don’t need to do anything other than being pretty, but tonight you let your mouth slip out too often.

The hand on your hip pushes it down again, the grip hurts actually. Feels like there are already bruises forming and he is clearly not pleased with you. He isn’t at all, your comments ruin his fun. They distract him from your tight pussy, how hot it is, and engulf him, begging him to thrust ruthlessly and fill you.

Unspoken rule, you should be silent and let him use your cunt without other noises than incoherent moans.

“Oh, no-no” Leon mocks you, a sharp, unexpected thrust, his cock head grinds against your cervix. To punctuate his words his grip on your throat tightens. Or you are imagining this? Another thrust, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hips start dragging his cock out of you, then he pushes it back deep inside. “I know what’s better for you.”

Every deep thrust into your spasming cunt, your thighs shake, and muscles in your body flex every time your hips connect. And his hand squeezes your throat, you can clearly feel the outlines of his fingers on the skin of your throat. God, is the grip getting tighter? Is he trying to cut the air? This fills your body with panic; it writhes even more, ignoring the painful grip on your hip and becoming more aware of the one that’s getting tighter around your neck.

Yeah, he is angry at you.

“Doll, you brought this… on yourself” Leon whispers breathlessly, watching your expression twist with a mix of pleasure and fear. Your hands travel from his shoulders to his wrist, nails dig into its flesh. “don’t resist”

His hand angles your hip better, losing the rhythm of the pace as his cock pounds into you in quick and deep thrusts. It hits your g-spot too, but the lack of air is the biggest of your worries right now. Your cunt flutters, getting tighter with the less air incoming, and more tingly wave of sensation rides over your body. The tips of your fingers feel weird, and your entire body starts to drown in numbness. It is weirdly pleasant but at the same time scary. Deep down you like it, not realizing it.

“Come on,” Leon grunts, his grip on your neck doesn’t lessen, and you try to focus on something else other than the possibility of passing out. Your walls clench around his dick tighter, and your mouth opens uselessly as a dumb fish trying to speak, but the only sound coming out is a muffled one.

“If you are so smart… fuck…” He moans, you feel so good, your walls clenched tight around his dragging cock and your body is so easily letting him use your pussy. He can get drunk on it. “…use your big mouth”

His grip tightens, and another choked moan tries to drawl out of your mouth. Nothing comes out other than a quiet, pathetic mewl. It feels like you are going to die.

“Use your filthy and smart mouth” He taunts again, the corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. His hips thrust into you in rough and hard movements. It feels like just his presence is overfilling you. Maybe the lack of oxygen is to blame. “or you can only use it for my dick.. huh? Like a whore, not a doll”

“A…m, S-s” I am sorry. You try your best, but it is hard to do multitasking when your head is so lightheaded and his dick inside you feels so good. Your body feels numb like it doesn’t belong to you anymore, writhing and squirming every time his cockhead hit your cervix - a pang of tingling mixture, something so new and pleasurable, but at the same time foreign, with the hint of pain. But it is a delicious kind of hurt, toe-curling one.

You are going to pass out, trying to swallow down the saliva pooling in your mouth and your nails dig into the skin of his bicep - begging, unawarely your eyes sprinkle with tears. “S-..sor-r—” This is your best attempt.

Orgasm has always been different with him, it is warm, still keeping your turmoil. This time it is crushing, but feels shorter than it was actually. It hits your body unexpectedly, filling to the brim with the feeling of his cock spouting cum inside you, while every patch of your skin is numb and burning hot.

Confusing your mind more when his hand slipped away, so close to pass out and the quick rush of air fills your lungs almost choking you, overwhelming the pleasure of your own orgasm. You are so sensitive, at the brink of tears - not having any strength to keep them in, they easily well in your eyes, blurring even more the vision before rolling down. It doesn’t hit like it should cause you are too focused on the fading numbness and shaking while inhaling the air - unreasonably afraid(to Leon) that he is going to take it away again. Breathing feels much better than sex, right now at least.

He pulls out his dick, and his cum slowly oozes out of your hole, while you are still recovering. Not hiding where his gaze is directed. It is hypnotizing, urging him to shove it back into you with his fingers and keep his cum inside you for a little bit longer. You snap him out of this trance with your sobbing and incoherent words.

“I am so—sorry!” You sob, tugging onto the fabric of his black shirt to pull him closer to you. Seeking comfort in him, you don’t have any other options. He can’t deny this to you, his arm wraps around your shoulders. And even if you had other choices, still you would crawl back to Leon. “I was mistaken… I am so-so sorry. It was a mistake!”

God, you shake like a leaf right now. He huffs as if your words were the most obvious thing. Like the sky is blue or two plus two is four. It is hard to push you away, the trembling and teared-up mess. Leon enjoys that.

“There you are, baby. I got it” Leon sighs, the crease in between his eyebrows deepens. His hand brushes away your hair from your face, to get a better glance of your state. Mistake. Everything is a mistake here - your presence, getting off only of him, texting him first, and letting him take you on dates. Leon can’t help, but chuckle. “Of course. Indeed a mistake, doll”

[ma-re-zo]

Alas I am alive

“Love in popculture times” - by me lol, this is that one lietpol drawing I was talking about

Zoom in I swear it's not as crunchy as it looks lmao

Ok so, the main reason this drawing even came to being was only because I was listening to this exact same song on repeat for hours and scrolling through Pinterest until I found a reference I liked and therefore decided that I wanted to draw Tolys and Feliks like this. That’s basically it.

Now you COULD put some symbolism in there that ties back into the lyrics and into the AU itself — that I thought of for like 10 seconds and promptly forgot about. The basic premise is the hetalia characters but in a polish high-school setting bc honestly why not. I like to play with characters like dolls lmao.

But yeah, the first few lines of the song talk about an unhappy breakup, and can you guess what I connected that to??? Why of course — the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and how it later fell apart blah blah blah. Tying that into the drawing itself you could interpret that as Feliks and Tolys being together for a while and then breaking up. Later on I think they are in like a constant situationship-ish situation that neither of them can really fully navigate or grasp because what the fuck is going on being a teen in a shitty high school is hard okay. They’re still friends and close tho, obviously.

Ok that’s enough of my insane rambling bye I’m going to bed

[prettiedup]

hii! i see you’re back! hope everything’s okay 🫶 tumblr has been crazy with the links so i understand the break. i was wondering if you could write pussydrunk choso basically a longer version of your safe word fic except reader enjoys it lol thanksss

“i-i need it, baby. fuck i need to cum in this pussy.” choso’s rambling in your ear as he fucks into you. he has already came inside of you twice, but with choso’s stamina and desperacy you know he could go until he’s practically shooting blanks.

“i know, baby. go ahead, ‘s your pussy.” in response to your words, choso lets out a whine. he lowers his lips to yours, the two of you begin a messy make out session. your tongues slide into each other's mouths while you two whine and moan out.

both your arousal and choso’s cum is flowing out of your pussy like a river. both liquids coming out of you create an obscene squelch every time choso smacks his hips against yours. 

“need you on top of me, please.” he’s pulling out of you and flipping you over before you could even give him a solid response. you let out a drawn out gasp when he rubs the tip of his dick against your clit a few times before completely sliding inside of you. the both of you stare at each other’s faces as you moan to each other.

he grabs you by the neck with two hands, it’s not enough to hurt but just enough to hold you in place while rocks his hips up. you can’t do anything but wrap your hands around his wrists, even though it's truly no use since he keeps his hands firm around you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you repeat as you bounce yourself on your boyfriend’s cock. everything feels so good, your mouth opens in an ‘o’ as the tip of his dick brushes against your walls. 

“‘m so fucking sensitive, not gonna last long.” he warns you. his voice has taken a more whiney tole. his eyes have grown more lidded while his pale skin is flushed red.

he lets go of his embrace around your neck, his clingy hands grab onto your breasts for a few seconds. he grabs and pinches them causing high moans to escape from you. his eyes searches for yours as his hands go lower. one hand rests on your hip while the other goes to your clit. you gasp his name from the added sensation.

“chooo!” you pant his name. your back arches deeper, your breasts are directly in his face now. choso can’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. his eyes shut as he lightly bites down on it. “cumming一ah!” your orgasm sneaks onto you both. you chant his name like a mantra while your pussy clenches around his dick, making a creamy mess on it.

he let’s go of your nipple, a thin line of spit follows and he breaks it. “shit.” he curses. he swiftly wraps his arms around your mid back, he pushes you against his chest. you’re still a bit woozy and can only lay there as he adjusts you like some sort of doll.

he plants his feet down onto the mattress. a series of moans rip from your mouth as he begins pounding up into you. he’s so fast and rough, all you could do is lay your head on his shoulder and take it.

“mngh!” you struggle to say any words and can only make noises. 

the room fills with his pelvis slapping against your ass. his thrusts are almost punishing, you don’t know if you want to scramble away or feed into it.

“gonna cum.” he whines out. his thrusts quickly become sloppy and uneven as he nears his orgasm. he grows more vocal the closer he gets. “pussy’s so fucking good. fuck, shit, ah!” he rambles as he fills your cunt with his thick cum. you can only hum tiredly at him while he fills you up.

the two of you lay still for a minute or two. choso’s breathing heavy under you, your eyes are sleepily fluttering. as you approach falling asleep, you abruptly awoken by choso giving you a soft thrust.

“one more, baby, please?”

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

He's mine.

Pairing: Toji fushiguro x chubby reader

Warnings: Yandere!reader, Attempted murder, Jealousy, Fluff, Ausgt, Fat shaming, Moody Teen, Reader's a little creep, Toji been knowing this, Yandere-ish stuff, implied sex. This ended up being just a little bit over 1k but I couldn't help but get into it, lol. Just give it a shot. Part 1.

Summary: It's been a few years since you had your happy ending with your beloved darling. Your daughter was now a teen and your husband seemed to be never so popular with the ladies. What was a mother and a wife to do?

In times like this, you couldn't believe how fortunate you are, the man you once saw through a cafe window, the man you stalked from afar and who didn't care about your size or your possessive tendencies was your husband. Smiling you took a bite of the freshly steamed rice, watching fondly as your husband and daughter ate the breakfast you put your heart and soul in. Putting down your bowl of rice, you wiped your hands on the strawberry pink apron Toji had gifted you one anniversary, "So, how is it?" You asked.

"You did good, doll." Toji chuckled, a small smirk on his scarred lip, as you practically beamed and giggled with happiness.

"It's okay." Your daughter, Aiko muttered, pushing around and picking at her breakfast. 'Just okay?' You thought, your lips pulling into a frown, "Is it not good enough? Do you want some pickles? You used to love-" Your ramble was cut short as Aiko slammed her chopsticks on the Kotatsu. "it's fine. Mother." She replied coldly, her grip on her wooden utensils, hardening to the point her hand was shaking. For a moment no one said a word, the sudden tension in the room intensified before you spoke up, "Are you sure?" At your words, Aiko stood up from her seat and looked at her father. "May I be excused?" She asked, and Toji waved his hand.

she stormed to her room, not one glance or word to you.

"Let me go and talk to her," Toji said as you both stood up from the Kotatsu. "Why don't you do the dishes and take your mind off this?" He suggested, his hand lingering on the back of your neck before he headed towards Aiko's room. You watched him turn the corner of the hallway with a heavy heart. You tried to do the dishes, really but the irresistible itch to know what was going on was too much to bear and without much hesitation, you quietly crept to your daughter's bedroom. "Why are you so hard on your mother?" Toji's deep, voice became clearer the closer you got, his back facing the door as you peeked inside the small opening. "Why did you marry a clingy, overbearing freak? Why not someone normal Dad?" Aiko replied snarkily, playing with her raven hair irritably as she sat on her bed.

'Clingy', 'Freak', 'overbearing' 'Normal'

Replayed over and over in your head 'Is that want she thinks of me?' you thought, staring down into the soapy water abyss as the clanging of plates, bowls and utensils dulled in the background of your thoughts. Too into your head to flinch as two muscular arms wrapped around your soft belly and from the defined chest against your back, "You know she didn't mean it." Toji squeezed your middle and hooked his chin on your shoulder, you just hummed, mindlessly rinsing off the dishes and putting them aside. "Sure sounded like it." You finally replied after a few seconds, staring aimlessly at the soapy water to which Toji sighed his hand coming to caress your side.

'If normal is what she wants then normal she'll get'

"You mean it, mom?" Aiko asked in disbelief, putting on her coat. "Of course!" You smiled sweetly, "just go have some fun with your friends." You said, ushering your daughter gently out the front door. "Thank you so much!" She grinned, and hugged you, pushing her face in the croak of your neck, her thin arms squeezing your softer body before taking off down the street where her friends waited for her, laughing as they left. It was the first time since she had turned fifteen had she hugged you willingly

swiftly, you whipped out your smartphone, and checked your tracking app, intensely viewing the red, beeping dot moving across your phone. Taking a breath, your well-concealed anxiety slowly melted away.

You inhale sharply, clutching your shirt tightly in your fist as you turn when unexpectedly, someone familiar snickered, "knew it." Toji smirked bigger, leaning against the wall of the doorway, his arms crossed, even in plain old clothes he was the most sexiest man, he just wore a black sweatshirt with grey pajama pants but the way his hair hung to the side and those verdant irises lit up in clear amusement, causing your heart to flutter in awe and love. "Toji fushiguro." You warned, slightly jutting your hip out with one hand on it yet you couldn't take it seriously and neither could your husband by the smile tugging at the corner of your lip. Toji shook his head teasingly, pushed himself off the wall and strode to you. "That ain't normal, doll." He tsked, his arms entrapping you, pulling you against him, plush breasts and soft stomach met firm chest and hard abs before your lips locked together.

The sound of panting echoed throughout your bedroom, the scent of sex still heavy in the air as you both caught your breath. All these years and you still fucked like there was no tomorrow. "Right, I forgot to tell ya somethin'." Toji spoke up, running his fingers through his wet raven hair, shoving it back before looking at you, "My next hit, a rich prick," he rolled his eyes and continued, "will be at a gala-like thing, and I need ya to come as my date." He said and you grinned, you have never been to one of those! "'m gonna go start a bath." He stretched his muscles, getting out of bed and walked to the bathroom as you watched him wander off, and damn he had a great ass.

When Aiko texted you about bringing a friend to dinner, you never would've guessed it would be a boy, who was a bit closer to your little girl thus you still led them to the dinner table, where freshly made, streaming food sat ready to be eaten. As your husband, daughter and her friend converse, you stole glances at him..something felt off about him, his lazed crooked grin, that projected a cocky and ignorant aura.

And the way he looked at Aiko with nothing but lust, not an ounce of fondness. He wasn't worthy to be in your daughter's precious presence, he's the dirty on the boot of her shoes, and an ungrateful, disrespectful fool who didn't deserve to be Aiko's friend. You gripped the knife beside your plate tightly as you stared at him.

"Mom? Hello? " your daughter's voice snapped you from your thoughts. "Oh yes, dear?" You asked sweetly, a smile on your lips as you turned to her while ignoring the look Toji was giving you. "Kaito isn't just my friend..he's my boyfriend." She said shyly with a small smile. Boyfriend? Boyfriend! Rage took over as you heard that word, you couldn't hear the horror-filled scream Aiko let out as you kept across the table, your knife raised in the air but before you could drive the shining blade into Kaito's chest, Toji grabbed your wrist and his body pinned you down as you struggled to get out from under him, "Calm down." Toji whispered in your ear.

"Fucking crazy bitch!" Kaito shouted in fear and stumbling back. Aiko opened her mouth to say something but her 'boyfriend' was already out the door. Aiko turned to you and her (your eye color) eyes were dark and glossy with spiteful, loathing and hateful rage once they landed on you. Her fists balled up, "I hate you! I hate you so much! You ruin my life! Dad shouldn't married such a freak!!" She shrieked, ignoring her father's sound of disapproval as she sent you one more glare before running to her room and slamming the door shut, noises of things being thrown and loud sobbing were all you heard, and tears fell from your eyes.

Toji sighed as he stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, staring at the you-shaped lump under the blanket. It's been a week since Aiko had yelled at you and you had spent most of those days right here. Toji gently scooted you to make room for him, "You know, the gala will be tomorrow and you need to get out." his arm curled around your hips and his head rested on yours, "Come on doll, I want you to be the prettiest girl there don't you?" He questioned, his hand rubbing your stomach. He knew he got you once he saw the small nod when he pulled away to look at you.

Shop your husband was classy and you have never seen such a store in person besides movies and TV shows portrayed. Gorgeous dresses hung on white fancy racks, each dark or light pigment. With the help of toji, you picked a hand of dresses to try on, the first dress you put on was a silk-rusted orange with off-shoulder see-through lace sleeves, you smiled as you gave it one more once over before stepping out of the dressing stall and frowned as you notice a few beautiful women sitting and standing around Toji on the light yellow and white couch. Their clear, sickly sweet voices asked and rambled yet Toji simply paid zero attention to them and smiled as he saw you, leaning forward. One of the women noticed this and followed his gaze to you, scoffing as she saw. "You look gorgeous baby." He grinned, tracing his emerald eyes down your body.

"You got to be joking?" The woman, who first noticed you rolled her faked blue eyes. "she's like so fat and looks like a pig in that dress." A woman with ginger hair, curled her lip as she took you in as the others agreed. You looked down and swallowed a forming lump in your throat, tears blurred your vision as you rushed into the stall. The women's laughter was stopped as they stepped back, and gulped down their fear as Toji turned to them with a cold, murderous look, a dark feeling washed over them and they quick ran off.

"You know that's all shit." He kneeled in front of you after following you into the stall, he looked up at you, trying and failing to get you to look at him as you sat on the built-in bench. "I fuckin' love your body." He licked his lips, you were sexy in the dress, the way it complimented your plump figure, drove him crazy with want. "I love the way ya feel against me. The way you can take me like no other." He purred, getting in between your thighs, you could already feel your cheeks heat up at that sight, "Got the best fuckin' pussy doll." He kissed your neck, his teeth scraping against it, you moaned softly, "Don't want anyone else." He trailed his lips up, planting a few pecks on your cheek and then pulled away to look into your eyes. "Understand?" He asked seriously and hummed satisfied as you nodded.

Your mouth dropped as you took in the sight of the glorious, resemblant castle, nervously you fixed your grown then looped your arm with your husband's and wandered inside. It was recherche, a dome-like shape took the place of a ceiling, painted details, and gold beams lined the ballroom walls. The floor was clear, squeaky-clean, and reflective white tiles, you never felt this poor yet awed in your life.

Straightaway Toji spotted his hit, patting your arm he sent you to get some of the expensive wine while he worked his way to his target. The red wine twinkled in the light, sweeping through the never-growing cracks of the glass, and your eyes darkened as that reacquaintance, rage and possessiveness. Women of all ages flocked to Toji, swooning and giggling like hopeless fools as he just stood there with his hands in his suit pockets, talking to his hit. Even though the fury, you could understand why, he was strikingly handsome in his deep emerald suit and his slick back hair.

Slamming the glasses down on the table, you sauntered to the group of women and took hold of one's arm one who dared to reach out to touch your husband. "Such pretty hands..it would be a shame if they were cut off don't you think?" You smiled creepily at her, playing with her ring finger before she ripped it away with a horrified gasp. The others looked at their friend and your smile and made themselves scarce.

although your little hiccup which Toji was able to play it off seamlessly, the night went exactly to plan. "So fuckin' sexy." Toji groaned against your bruised lips, his free hand groping and kneading your ass. "T-toji." You moaned as he nibbled on your neck "Focus on the road." You whimpered in slight terror as he jerked the car to the far right, barely missing the oncoming car. Once the deed was done, and you had left the crime behind to get discovered, Toji hadn't been able to keep his hands nor lips off you.

You giggled as you stepped through the door of your house, fixing your dishevelled hair and dress, your husband's hands never leaving your body. As you passed your daughter's room, a small sob from within stopped you in your wake. "I got this." You said, not paying attention to the concerned look your husband gave you before walking to your bedroom.

"Aiko." You knocked on the door and waited a few seconds and a tiny weak 'come in' called after. You let out a gasp as you rushed to your beloved daughter where she sat on her bed, crying only louder as you took her in your arms, "what's wrong baby?" you asked softly. "I was a bet mom!" She sobbed, "he dated me to just get ten dollars!" you inhaled sharply at that, calming the flames of anger.

"I'm sorry Mom. I'm so sorry." She let out a stream of apologies, "I'm a terrible daughter." She blubbered, hiding her face in your shoulder. "Do you know why we named you Aiko?" You continued, without letting her Anwar. "Aiko means 'love'. You are the love between me and your father, you were made by that love. No matter what happens I will always love you." You smiled and wiped her tears as she smiled a tiny bit back.

Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all

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[suusoh]

(repost because the og was bugging out ToT)

girlie are you are one of the top mommy johan fans rn and i am HERE for it!. Anyways have 13-ish paragraphs of me rambling why calling a man "mommy" is revolutionary and hot actually.

(tw: mommy kink, forced mother-daughter dynamics, infantilization-ish?)

the obvious ones of course being he does everything. I mean everything for you. Bathes you, brushes your hair, dresses you up by himself, hand-feeds you, etc. Will not let you do anything for yourself if he can help it. Even recreational activities, like watching TV or reading, he is finding a way to make it with his intervention such as holding the remote and he reading the book for you.

not an exact point where this stems from, but I have a small vision of Johan curiously played with one of his sister's baby dolls one time, or growing up with a mother and a sister (in some alternate universe where miss vera cerna got to raise the twins by herself), so maybe some of those things have passed onto him without him knowing.

You are his baby. that goes without saying. He'll call you baby from time to time, but not in a cutesy-couple petname way that one would imagine your average boyfriend would say it. He'd recite it like a healthcare nurse would. Won't be used as a common petname, it would come out when he feels especially a bit more motherly. other examples:

- clinical mutterings to himself ("baby needs to rest, they've been crying all day.") - maternal reflex and musings ("hm? no it's alright. baby doesn't need to worry about that, okay?") ("and why is my baby feeling sad today, hm? tell me.") - accidentally being condescending ("baby, you know that's not good for you.") - the last one is so weird to hear from him because the way he says baby isn't lighthearted or lover-y at all. it's so blank and emotionless. 💀

I think the tendencies are gradual. I love to headcanon that it starts out as your friend johan being a bit too doting at times. you even joke about it, groaning and calling him "mom" when he's being a bit too overbearing. Over time he becomes your boyfriend, one that coddles you a lot to an almost concerning degree (that's... normal right? people always fuss over their loved ones...). Next thing you know he's lulling you to sleep, conditioning you to to associate your sleepy time with his lullaby.

I don't think he's being fully delusional about it? He knows damn well that he's a grown man and you're a grown adult as well, unrelated with each other, and you guys are nowhere near any semblance of a mother-daughter. But that doesn't mean he won't impose the dynamic on you anyway. Thinks it's beneficial enough for both of you: he gets to care for you and you get to be taken care of. It works so well that it might as well be your permanent dynamic. (Or so he says. You crying and feeling yourself slowly lose a major part of yourself tied with your autonomy is just a natural part of sudden "changes".).

So he won't infantilize you to the point of actually getting baby stuff for you lol. he just wants to be your mother <3 and mothering also includes maybe discussing some topics over tea to see what your beloved daughter has learned today and seeing what you made today; a new painting? a new crochet project? making another science diorama? tell him. tell mom what you're proud of these days <3

WOULLDDDD wear the blonde wig maybe at times. Not that he associates long hair with motherhood. but it's just a thing he tries from time to time. maybe he's trying to emulate his mom to get more in-tuned with motherhood? Norman bates style? hot.

has a set schedule for you. reading time, feeding time, daylight time, etc. Though he can be flexible, your bedtime and eating time is a non-negotiable. you need your sleep and your food. Though I think he'd love it if you can't think for yourself and depend on him for everything, I think he'd still try to enrich your brain. So there's a time of day for mind exercise and studying: Reading together, watching documentaries, little games and puzzles to bond over like a good mother-daughter <3

speaking of food: endless spoiling duh. I think he'll even love it when you gain a few pounds from how well he's feeding you. it's another sign that he's taking care of you well. From takeout, to cooking for you, to filling he pantry full and giving you a snack every hour or so; he is stuffing you until you're full and sleepy. Will never let you go hungry. ever.

nsfw:

maybe.... maybe makes u latch onto his nips. breastfeeding and all that. hehe. will train you to start sucking on his nipples as a habit for you to calm down. Lets you suckle on his tongue as well if it'll help you go calm down <33 it's his substitute to a baby bottle. it's mortifying to you when you're sad and upset then you suddenly get the tingling on your tongue to just... orally fixate on something. it means it's working.

WOULD absolutely research how to induce lactation in men lol <3

loves loves loves using making you cum over and over again to leave you dazed, soft, and unable to be feisty. I think sex will definitely become a means to fix you whenever you become a bit too... "fussy" for his liking. Makes you cum over and over again until you're crying and pleading for no more, until you're passing out and unable to move your legs. He decides how many orgasms is enough already or if you need another round. And from what he sees? baby needs another leg-shaking orgasm from how cranky they were this morning.

overstimulation his beloved <3 thoroughly believes that sex is a form of taking care of you and making you feel good. and why wouldn't he want his baby to feel anything but good?

WILL fuck to sleep every night. sees it as the best way to get you to have the best sleep over (aka: you passing out to the point you might even wake up in the late afternoon). Vibrators are his best friend.

cockwarming. cockwarming. cockwarming. aaaaaaand- cockwarming. all while he's cradling you into his neck. will playfully rock his hips into you from time to time to enjoy the feeling of you squeezing around him for more. further proving you're always craving for his care.

~ that's all i got so far hehehehheeh hope u enjoy!

[blixabargelds]

for the wip ask game! star first time please? love your writing!

hiii thank you !! ok so this is a part of ‘superstar’ which is an absolutely huge clegan punk au im writing w my friend (they’re writing john pov i’m writing gale) and when i say huge i mean. we have about 45k of plan alone rn and about 16 actual fics and scenes within fics drafted. it’s huge. it’s my baby it’s taken over my whole life. who knows if we will ever post it kgkjkk but like. i am always accepting any questions on it or will post bits or ramble abt it for hours n days to anyone who will listen it’s so big and so special to me

warning: a very central theme is severe addiction. it gets pretty dark. and then better! but doesn’t hit better for a while lol. it’s written from a place of personal knowledge and is not glamourising addiction (trust me, there’s about 700 disasters in just one arc). this however is the first time gale does heroin and from his pov and uh. it feels famously pretty good at first so. he’s glamourising it for a moment i guess lmfao ~~~~

“Shh,” John soothes. He takes his hand from Gale’s jaw, circling two fingers over the tiny hole he left in the tender crook of Gale’s arm, pressing down just hard enough for him to hiss. It slows his mind a little. His heartbeat calms just a bit. John lifts his arm, brushing his lips to the needle’s mark, speaking softly into Gale’s inner elbow. “You’re okay. Listen. Hear it rush in your ears, doll. That’s heaven calling.”

Gale swallows. He takes a deep breath, and shuts his eyes.

Warmth begins to spread throughout his body; building from his heart outward. He opens his eyes again, looks at John, and suddenly he’s slipping underwater. Something is gradually curling in the base of his spine, making him breathless.

“God,” he whispers.

John grins. “There it is.”

John pulls Gale close and kisses him. Gale opens up wide, letting John slide his tongue into his mouth, and as Gale returns the hot, wet pressure with his own tongue he can feel his limbs growing heavy. He wants to laugh. He moans into John’s mouth. He wants to press further; see what else John can glide into all parts of him. He’s starting to feel dizzy. John pulls back from their kiss and studies his face. He’s smiling. Raw and genuine, like Gale hasn’t seen for weeks.

“Missed you,” Gale says, somewhat nonsensically.

“You’re with me now, baby,” says John. “You made it here to me.”

[sincerely-astra]

Hi!! Can I please request Jane/Penny with a fem reader on her period?? Thank you!! <3

☁️Jane Doe/Penny Lamb x Reader On Her Period☁️

I hope it's okay if I put Penny and Jane separately since even if they are technically the same person, I think they both act pretty different and I would see them doing different things in this situation. :')

Penny Lamb:

Oh honey..., she feels you.

I can imagine Penny, due to all the stress of her life, probably has a pretty heavy flow and such herself, so she understands how terrible periods are more so than most.

It really doesn't matter if your period is light, heavy, long, or short, a period is a period and she will be caring for you no matter how bad it is.

She will also be grateful if you tell her this sort of thing since now she helps you instead of being concerned about why you're acting a bit differently than normal.

Even if you didn't, she respects your privacy! She probably will also figure it out anyway, lol.

Penny knows all the tips and tricks when it comes to dealing with periods since growing up on a communal farm comes with knowing lots of older women who have been around the block once or twice.

She gets you pads, tampons, panty liners, and whatever you need and feels comfortable with.

Also, be aware that the amount of chocolate and bottles of your favorite drinks will be endless... You will literally have enough to last you til your next period.

Do you have bad cramps? Cause don't worry, she's got a heating pad and a dream of helping you get better!

She is also pretty accommodating with how much affection you want on your period since even if she can be kind of needy, she will give you space if you need it! You are just gonna have to make up for it later. >:)

Unsurprisingly, a lot of the tips she learned during her time at Elysium can be kind of useless since a lot of them require some kind of natural "herbal" medicine... And yes, that means weed-

You didn't end up using those kinds of tips.

If you let her, she will be the most cuddly girlfriend one can ask for.

If you guys do end up getting your period together, you might have to be a bit more accommodating for her since her cramps are vicious...

Jane Doe:

...Oh, she does not know how to accommodate this.

Jane is a doll's head on a dead human body.

She doesn't even know if she's ever had a period before-

Nevertheless, she'll do whatever she can to help you get better.

You just have to guide her through it most of the time...

I think she's the type to mainly buy pads, but I can also see her buying everything else if you aren't too specific about what you want.

She may not be the best at knowing exactly how to help you and when you need it, but her cold hands do work as a pretty nice ice pack when you have cramps.

She is also pretty good at distracting you from the pain, mainly from rambling on and on about her rather morbid animal facts...

If it works, it works.

Jane's voice is soothing for those days when you just lay in bed, unwanting or unable to move.

She'll let you rant as much as you want about the pain for however long you want to.

She's just happy she gets to talk to you!

Please let her cuddle you as well..., she wants to help you and take your problems away. :'(

...

Hearing about your period's lowkey makes Jane never want one.

They sound awful-

A/N: Guys..., I hand-fived some preschoolers after performing for them the other day, and now I am mildly sick. >:'(

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Three]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m in love with a demon. Harley Laroux did not disappoint with this book and I’m so glad there’s two more in this series!

At first Rae bugged the hell out of me because of her stupidity, but then I realized the girl was just trying to survive. As any human would. And at least Leon loved her brattiness. His punishments were… wow.

And the whole Leon giving Rae his metal scene… fucking. swoon!

Dear lord, I loved it.

I loved it all.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* I’m already team demon. I don’t like this pompous Kent guy. Or his children.

* Kent’s son Jeremiah is such a little bitch lol

* What the fuck is waking up that gives a DEMON chills?!

* Oohhhh. Rae found a grimoire of her own 😏

* Who the fuck is this security guard and what just happened..?

* Wait.. Leon is the security guard?! lol. Demon asshole. Okay, it’s fine then.

* “I don’t tell stories for free, doll.” // “Yeah? What’s your price?” // “You, on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.”

* Goddamn. Leon’s bold. I fucking love it 😂

* Aw damn. Leon’s got a hot friend. Another demon? And then Victoria noticed Rae checking out Leon. Not good 😬

* Well hello, Zane. I love you already lmao.

* Oh fuck. That alley scene. Get some, Rae.

* Fuck the Hadleigh’s for wanting Rae dead.

* And he fucking lost the grimoire… Kent fucking lost the book that kept Leon bound to him. Leon’s free!!!

* I have a feeling Everly “donated” the book and that’s how Rae got it when her friend from the library gifted it to her.

* Oh hell. That creepy thing was stalking Rae. And Leon saved her. God, I want a Leon.

* She totally just accidentally summoned a demon 😂 Time to play, Leon.

* “I don’t make idle threats. If you run out of here, then I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to catch you. And when I do- when I do, I’ll make you scream.”

* Well I was gonna stop reading for the night, but Leon just showed his forked tongue. I’m intrigued.

* Aw damn. Of course they’d be cockblocked by an Eld- that creepy as fuck creature that hunts humans.

* Holy shit. The way he ate her out and then fucked her… yeah, she’s totally giving up that soul of hers.

* Aw fuck. Why did Everly steal the grimoire? If she didn’t “donate” it, then how did it end up in the library? And please don’t let her father know she has it.

* Aww. Poor Cheesecake. The Eld snatched the car up and Leon’s totally risking his life for Rae’s cat 😂

* Rae is starting to piss me off. Just listen to the demon!

* Serves you right. You wanna argue, not you gotta squirm through your classes.

* …and now she’s invited him inside to patch up his wounds 😩 Just give him your soul!

* “I was like you once. I think I envy you, to still look at the world with such fascination.” // “You can still. Why not?” // “If you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

* I knew they were gonna fuck, but goddamn that was… intense lol.

* After everything, this bitch STILL wants to ask the Hadleigh’s for help?! I fucking hope they sacrifice her now. She’s so stupid.

* Now you’re trying to bind him and command him to protect you? Rae, you’re fucking up. I hope Leon makes you pay.

* And punish her he did. Goddamn.

* “I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn. We demons, when we see something we like, we need to possess it. It’s in our nature.”

* Told you, you should have given him your soul. Now he’s gonna leave and the Hadleigh’s are gonna sacrifice your ass.

* Well shit. Everly has the grimoire and has an Archdemon protecting her. This is going to end swell.

* Goddamn. Callum the Archdemon fucked up Leon 😂

* Awww. Everly gave him his sigil back.

* Oh my fucking god. Did you really go to the Hadleigh’s for a party? You’re so goddamn stupid, Rae.

* Of course Jeremiah is gross enough to roofie Rae. I knew this party was just a ploy to get their next sacrifice. Thank god for Zane and “Sam”. And now Leon is here. Yay!

* Fuck. Kent was waiting for them 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Leon pierced her nipples. Why was that so hot 🥵 😂

* Whoa. Kent’s dead? A little anticlimactic, no? But which psycho will have after Rae now? The God has a Kynes, a Hadleigh, and now It just needs a Lawson. Rae is so not in the clear.

* Fucking hate Jeremiah.

* Oh my god 😭 Leon saying goodbye before he takes on the Reaper. I’m not okay. Fuck this.

* Oh my god… no matter that she’s marked for the God, she still carved Leon’s name into her flesh and gave him her soul. HE’S ALIVE!!!

* Omg I’m so happy. They both lived and she gave a big middle finger to that God.

[dailyautophagy]

I got an area rug for my room and it is round

Have always (and I do mean always) had SQUARE

so this is kinda a big deal like I didn’t know if I was gonna like it

BUT I LOVE IT

and i dumped all my clothes on it and folded them like a productive human so good job at me

also i did dishes and made dinner earlier so DOUBLEY as good

Wash will be tomorrow

And dishes again because every day dishes dishes forever dishes in the morning dishes in the evening dishes at supper time when dishes on a bagel you can eat dishes anytime

At recess in elementary school we would use monkey bars unsupervised and sing songs from commercials on TV and honestly…. That was probably a red flag to adults that TV should be limited but then they’d have to fucking pay attention to us soooooo 🤷‍♀️ at least my parents didn’t allow me to watch violent anything lol no power rangers no looney tunes no ninja turtles no good shit lol just Barney and Mr Rodger’s and bill nye the science guy and whatever my sister was watching lol blues clues and shit 🤷‍♀️

Wasn’t a Sesame Street kid, which

Learning about Sesame Street second hand was weird

What do you mean a giant bird that talks like Barney but a bird keep explaining lol

I had friends when I was a kid lol and like I remember even middle school and high school - friends. Even after highschool - friends. Now? No friends. Literally by choice lol because at work Christine tried to be friends and i actually had to like have a talk with her explaining I don’t do that and it was not personal and she is great it was like how a breakup should be done almost lmao but also the black big booty’d girl that left like invites me to get sushi lol no yo all yall wild for not wanting to just BE AT HOME if you can be

But yeah people now are not

Like why even

I mean some people have like a light an aura a vibe that feels good and worth gazing into but

Again, why even BOTHER lol everyone just gonna DIE

Shit fuck piss tits I almost got through a whole day without thinking about death lol MAYBE TOMORROW

ANYTIME THO NOW THAT O THINK ABOUT DYING THIS STANDUP BIT POPS IN MY HEAD SO…

You can’t be an Australian goth. Go around like “All day I think about death” like no dude you sound funny

Where is that bit gimmie dat bit listen to this bit it is good https://youtube.com/shorts/eSUd3m-O7Hw?si=tNxcd2m5Nz9U620P

THE FOREIGN WHITES ARE OUT OF CONTROL

i should be asleep though …i am not sure if mischief night makes me nervous or something but

DONT BE CAUSIN NO MISCHIEF ROUND HERE YOU WILL GET SHOT

are there really thousands of migrants now outside of Pittsburgh or is this just

Like I don’t even want to know lol

I am glad to have a man in this house for this reason specifically though

There’s some gay ass meme of guy like I PROTECT YOU PHYSICALLY and a girl like I PROTECT YOU EMOTIONALLY and that was (again) gay ass meme but …what else can I say honestly how do you replace the word gay it is too versatile and my vocabulary is too lacking like you don’t get to claim words unless you’re black im sorry that’s just the rules and even then imma say bigger with an n if I feel like it lol but not right now cause I know some malicious fuck is reading this and will report it and maybe that’s the PARANOIA but ….yo just complaining a lot is not enough of a reason to think you’re a woman but not wanting tits might be enough to think you’re a man lol I mean a man will still fuck you right in the pussy regardless - how do men even use dating things like the balls they must have to risk ending up in Applebees with a dolled up dude lol like even as a female I would be like THIS IS BETRAYAL and resort to physical violence like why even risk that happening lol men are desperate

Yo that is why I do not have real social media lol I mean I have an instagram I post not on so my family in other states knows im not dead but I don’t post ME and I certainly don’t do rambles

Okay

It is literally MIDNIGHT

THIS IS HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN

we had a song okay lol last thing we had a song in elementary school called the Halloween Hanukkah Christmas ghost and he’s just come to stay for the holidays lol but goddamnit why is my brain like HAVE SOME MEMORIES when I should be asleep

🤦‍♀️ bad job bad job bad job

I really hope Trump wins

If I see one more retard genuinely saying shit like I just fear for my life if Kamala loses lol are you people insane with that shit 

THERE IS A WAR HAPPENING

The administration that hand picked HER funded the war

Guess who will have to send troops over there to “end the war” we started???

Guess you should fear for your life EITHER WAY since you’re a fucking man now and will get drafted as such lol

[whumping-valentine]

@augusnippets Day 2: Haircare + Makeup 

Content: Sibling dynamics, extremely dramatic femboy drama prince, well-meaning yet disapproving family, moth racism yes moth racism also a bit of accidental infantalization.

Characters used: Valentina, Giovanni, and Arianna

I talk a lot about Val's sister, Ludovica, in the upcoming story I'll be doing here, but I never really talk about the other two. So let's do something quick with Gio and Ari. Well, mostly Giovanni. Beware, he is the most dramatic character ever. I have a love-hate relationship with him lol

Also if you think the dialogue is weird it's supposed to be like that. The royal heirfi just talk like this. Also I think I should say that these characters are royals as well as lesser gods, and an "heirfix" is a butterfly-like (or moth-like) creature that I came up with. I'll have art of these guys soon so you can see what they look like. There's a crap ton of lore but that's for the actual story to tackle.

~~~

“OH, SWEET SAVIOR OF LIGHT.” Giovanni cursed from his exasperated stress. “This is the worst thing to ever happen! Nothing has ever been or ever will be a travesty such as this!”

Arianna pinched the bridge of her nose, “Gio… it is not that large of a problem.”

Giovanni gasped in horror, “What kind of sister are you?! What am I supposed to do without it?! It is missing! Missing, Arianna! It is missing and I shall never be graced by the beauty of it for the rest of time itself! What is a royal without their crown?! I AM THE GOD OF BEAUTY!! WHAT AM I WITHOUT THE BEAUTY?!”

"Okay..." Arianna questioned how to approach the situation, "I understand that you are the god of beauty, and as such, want to be beautiful. However, it is important to find a balance in life, is it not? As the god of music, I do not cry when one of my instruments gets damaged, nor do I think of myself as lesser if my voice is not up to standard some days."

"You do not understand!"

"I understand perfectly. You see, Giovanni, what you need to do is learn to let go. It is okay to not always be up to what is expected of you, and you most certainly will not be taken any less seriously if anyone sees you without your crown. It is not the lavish gold which sits on our brow that makes us special, it is merely a cosmetic."

"Again, you do not understand! Cosmetics are my entire thing!"

A meek knock came from the door. Their sister, Valentina, entered, “Hey, um, Gio, did you misplace your crown?” She asked, presenting it up to him.

Giovanni squealed in delight, "OH MY SWEET LITTLE SISTER, YOU HAVE SAVED MY LIFE!"

"I- I am older than you..."

Giovanni ignored her, rushing to a vanity mirror to admire his restored reflection, fanning his tears with two of his arms. "Oh, Valentina, what is it that I can do to repay you?"

"Oh, well, I have just found it sitting around. It was not any trouble at all, there is no need to repay the deed."

"Nonsense!" He said, "You have mentioned early this day that you have plans, no? Let me doll you up! Who better than the god of beauty?"

"Oh, no, it is quite alright. Rosa is not one to care much for looks."

"Oh, yes, the moth."

"Yeah, my fiancée?"

“Yes, that. DARLING! Let me help you.” He said moving the subject along, “At least one of my sisters cares enough to help me!”

"Yes, yes, I can see when my advice is not wanted." Arianna said. "Have fun with him, he is your problem now." She said to Valentina, exiting the room while giving her a pat on the head like she was a child.

Valentina let her brother ramble and talk while he did her makeup. It was something he did often for their many family members. He was the organizer, the decorator, and the one with an eye for details. Though that fact is probably due to his incredible eyesight. Every god gets a power, and his was his amazing eye.

"Annnnnnd, done!" He said, and handed Valentina a heart-shaped mirror to see.

"It looks great, Giovanni."

"Of course it does, I am an expert." He said, and directed her to sit elsewhere so he could tackle her hair.

While Giovanni combed through her long hair, she stared down at the red and white checkerboard floors. She fidgeted with the ring on her finger, and kicked her tiny legs. She felt so stuck.

She had known Rosa since they were kids, and now they were engaged, yet she knew not one of her family members approved. Rosa was a moth heirfix, and the only one who had ever lived with the butterflies. Valentina loved her family, but she also loved Rosa. And her mother was the one who invented marriage! They probably think she's some kind of disgrace... and that's not even mentioning how everyone clearly still views her as a kid despite how much they insist otherwise. It isn't her fault she hasn't metamorphosed yet...

She shook the thoughts from her head. After this she will go and see Rosa, and it will all be okay. She smiled as she thought of her, closing her eyes as the brushed breezed through her hair.

Everything will be alright.

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Narrator: Everything was not, in fact, alright.

[obsessivelyloved]

Can I request more from Tord’s play lol? I can’t get enough of it!

Maybe you could do a scene where Edd peeks into his parent’s room and sees Tord his dad, very much not looking like himself anymore and looking eerily similar to the doll, talking to himself. Maybe then Edd realizes what is so wrong with his dad and why his mom is gone…

Edd shivered as he grasped the cold doorknob. It was late, but he faintly heard his dad’s voice through the door. Ever since he lost his doll, he couldn’t sleep. Not because he was scared. No, if anything he should have been able to sleep easier now that he didn’t feel like he was constantly being watched.

He felt too worried about his mom to sleep.

It’s been a week since he last saw her. She hasn’t called. No texts. Her car was still parked in front of the house. Even worse, his dad didn’t seem worried in the slightest.

When Edd was able to finally close his eyes at night, he’d wake in a panic, his stress seeping into his dreams.

After school today, he burst into tears in his dad’s car. Every Friday, his mom would pick him up from school and they’d get pizza and sit at the park. He had stood outside his school’s bus stop, hopeful, only to see his dad’s car.

His dad took him to get pizza and forced him to say which park but it wasn’t the same. Although it wasn’t like his dad to forget which park mom would take him to.

Something was wrong with his dad. He “forgot” lots of things, changed his routines, and was just… Different. He didn’t yell at Edd for drawing for a little bit before doing his chores. He didn’t force Edd to eat things he knew he didn’t like. He never threatened to take his things away for being too quiet.

He was too nice. But standing at his parents door, he was too scared to sleep. Maybe since his dad was acting so weird, he wouldn’t get mad at Edd for entering his room after having a nightmare. He seemed to still be wide awake.

Slowly, Edd turned the doorknob. He made no noise as he entered. It wouldn’t do to push his luck, to upset his father.

“I’m going to get rid of you,” his dad hisses, his tone low and mean.

Edd stopped in his tracks. Tears pricked his eyes as he thought, Maybe tonight he will yell at me. His next thought was, Who is dad talking to?

It couldn’t be his mom.

“He’s mine, you rotten worm. He’s mine and I don’t share.”

Slowly, Edd inched forward. Inch by inch he crossed the wooden floor, intent on peeking past the little corner to see his parents bed.

Just a few steps and-

creeeaaak

Edd heard a box slam against the floor. He quickly took a few steps forward to see his dad standing wild eyed in front of his bed.

“Edd!” he exclaimed. An accent followed his words. “It’s past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

Edd could only stare wide eyed back at his father. Or, who he assumed was his dad. His dad’s hair was lighter. His eyes too, almost a gray instead of the brown they normally are. And his face…. He looked eerily similar to his lost doll.

“I had a nightmare,” Edd said in a small voice. He took a step back. “B-but it’s okay, I didn’t come to bother you!”

His dad rushed forward, pulling him into his arms.

“Nonsense, pumpkin. Let’s have some hot chocolate, and you can tell me about it.”

Edd stood stiff as a board, his heart hammering as he listened to his dad ramble. The accent was clearer. His dad didn’t have an accent.

“Where’s mom?”

The arms tightened around him.

“You have me, you don’t need her.”

Edd screamed and shoved the stranger away. This wasn’t his father. This wasn’t his father.

He raced out of the room back to his own. He locked his door, shoved his nightstand on its side to block his door, and hid under his bed.

As the strangers angry shouts and slams against the door, Edd sobbed and wished his mom was safe.

[teneriadvos]

Teneri ad Vos

meaning "enthralled by you" in Latin.

💜

Vos || 19 yrs || He

Can't stress enough: MINORS, DNI. DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT THE BLOG FOR YOU. ALSO, I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU TRY TO FOLLOW ME AND YOU DON'T HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED POST. THANKS.

💜 Fun Vos Facts! 💜

- College student

- Writer

- Total nerd (D&D, Video games, etc. Ask me about my collections!)

- In case you can't tell, I'm a Latin nerd too :)

- More holes than the average man

- Bi guy

- Happily taken :) I have a lovely girlfriend and she smokes weed

All of the other stuff is going below the cut. One more time, MINORS DNI. FINAL FUCKING WARNING. THANKS.

okay, let's get into the meat and potatoes of it all. i basically only log in to this acc when im bored out of my skull or looking to jerk off. there's like an 18% chance i'm asexual and i have days where the very concept of sex makes me feel physically ill. bear with me. whatever. here's what you're all looking for.

💜 Kinks 💜

i will usually sign my anon messages as [💜] or [💜🌀] depending on what's taken lol

[This list is subject to change or expand depending on what Tumblr does to me.]

💜 Limits 💜

YES: Hypnosis / Mindfuck, Puppyplay, Bondage / Shibari, Femdom, Edging / Denial, Dacryphilia, Royalty, Blasphemy, Monsterfucking... [Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Eroguro - but I will not post about these.]

NO: Piss, Scat, Vomit, Feet, Findom, Detrans...

💜 Vos Terminology Index 💜

Please call me...

- Masculine terms; man, boy, guy, dude, etc.

- Pretty, good, sweet, and baby boy.

- Dumb, empty-headed, pathetic, needy.

- Prince, puppy, dog, toy, angel, doll.

- Chest, dick, and hole to talk about my anatomy.

- If you're kind to me, I will be kind to you. That's the golden rule on my blog. Don't be a dick, and don't be a creep.

- ABSOLUTELY DO NOT ASK FOR PICTURES OF ME. I know I'm whoring myself out on the internet but I'd like to keep it to just words.

- Please don't open conversations by sending me nudes or spirals. It's kind of weird to me. Say "hi" or "hello" or even just ask me first!! Thank you!!

- I block empty, no-pfp no-name no-description etc. blogs on site. At least make your profile look a little lived-in.

- MINORS DNI. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. I KNOW I'VE SAID IT A COUPLE TIMES ALREADY BUT I AM BEING SO SERIOUS. THIS IS NOT A BLOG FOR YOU IN ANY CAPACITY. GO AWAY.

- I'm not looking for a long term dynamic. But DM me maybe and we can play around?

[These boundaries are also subject to change. If you're freaking me out, I will tell you. If you continue to freak me out, I will block you. If you're a robot, uh, go fuck yourself. Idk.]

If you're unsure about something, pop in and ask!

💜 Closing remarks! 💜

I'm a total nerd with a writer's background, and I tend to get really wordy. If I write some nerdy or horndog ramble, just bare with me. I like talking lol

Okay, that's all from me!! I hope all of this wasn't too boring! Remember, be kind and receive kindness in return.

Vos out. 💜

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Okay, I spent a few days offline, touched some grass, talked to people IRL, rewatched Everything Everywhere All At Once and some old Contrapoints videos to get some perspective, and I was able to emotionally distance myself from the show enough to rewatch it. Long rambly thoughts below:

I tried going in with the intention of feeling sympathetic for Ed. Needless to say that didn't happen, but I was able to watch his scenes without literally feeling like I was going to throw up, so that's progress I guess. I understand what they're going for with him, but I'm fundamentally uninterested in stories centering the feelings of abusive men over those of their victims. That was obviously how things were going to go, seeing as he's one of the two main characters, and I should have braced myself more for that going into it, but I didn't and as a result I kind of lost it.

I have some hope that they're not just going to have him be forgiven immediately (or at all, honestly) at the end of the season--that would be fine in another show, but not in this one after the direction they've already taken it--but to be honest I've completely lost all my respect for the writers of this show and the story they're trying to tell. In the abstract sense I can get the appeal of the message that even people at their lowest are capable of healing and are worthy of love and care, but the specifics of how it's being handled in this show don't work for me.

Taking a step back from the fandom has also helped me realize that engaging so much with it wasn't good for me; even with every possible variant of "edward teach" added to my filtered tags, I kept seeing posts sympathizing with him and I just don't want to see that--I think a lot of my over-the-top hatred is just a reaction to seeing so much over-the-top love for him; watching the show with some distance from all of that, I was able to just be vaguely annoyed and disinterested by Ed instead of, again, feeling literally sick (seriously. when I first watched the episodes I actually felt queasy at all the bits trying to cultivate sympathy for him). It was kind of a bummer to add "ofmd" to my filters, and I'm sure I've missed out on some cool posts, but overall it's been really good for me. I'm still going to be posting about Izzy and all the other characters I love, but I'm going to do my best to avoid other people's posts.

I think in general I just need to take a different perspective to this show. Instead of seeing it as a great show that I'm a fan of, even if there are some elements I dislike, I'm going to try looking at it like a set of dolls where I can play with the ones I like (which is most of them) and throw everything I don't like (Ed) in the trash. I'm also going to try not spending like 10 hours a day making gifs and scrolling through tumblr, I feel like that might help lol

[silvermoonshipping-is-love]

So what’s gaming pastas favorite food, aesthetic fashion style be like?

Now before I answer I wanna get a few things clear:

I don't know much about fashion or aesthetics, I will use what I know to explain as well as what I believe fits the most-

I will not do every Gamingpasta, because otherwise I may lose my mind, I'll just use the “Big 8” for now.

I don't want these to overshadow what this blog is for, aka my self-indulgent need to show my creations due to my ships and AUs. But obviously this doesn't mean I dislike answering Gamingpastas related questions or ramble about my made up “lore” or headcanons. Just be aware that this blog is for many things, mainly self-indulgence. It's more I don't want you to get disappointed due to believing this blog is promising smth different.

Okay, enough of that, let's go ahead.

Ben: Honestly, given his years long imprisonment and abuse, the act of someone making food for him, especially sweets or something warm mean more to him than a favorite food in general. Tho if he had to pinpoint, prolly like doughnuts, pudding and chocolate. He also used to be weary of meat dishes when he still lived in the mansion due to EJ and Liu mainly looking after him, even though EJ of course never fed them human meat. His fashion style is honestly whatever he wants to wear, casual, emo, crazy 90s, even crossdressing. In fact he has a whole closet with clothes he wanted to get cause he simply liked them but never wears, he prefers stealing from Silver or alike lol. But if he had a specific style I guess Scene fits him quite well. The mix of punk or emo with many colours like the 90s, just noice.

Silver: I headcanon him to be a pescatarian , aka he doesn't eat meat, but still eats fish. He likes nearly everything that warms one up or is well cooked, as he enjoys cooking himself (Don't ask why I have that hc I just do). A food coming to his mind quickly is muffins or ramen. He also loves hot drinks, like coco, tea or coffee. He prolly prefers baggy, comfortable casual clothing, not really a whole aesthetic, tho I can see him pull of most alternative styles.

Steven: He likes to share, as he's what most would call a bro or buddy type. Some also like calling him the mom friend despite not seeming like it at first. So he is basic and likes pizza, nearly all variants. I guess his style is similar to Silver, though he doesn't mind if the casual clothes aren't as baggy, big, comfortable. He also likes them being a tad more sporty, in order to walk and move around better.

Glitchy: Glitchy is full vegetarian. There isn't really much to add here, he does like curry. Especially those formed to look like Pikachu. His style is pretty similar to Steven, tho he can prolly pull of like academia vibe if he were to feel like it, but prefers more casual or sporty clothing, once again to move around better.

Sonic.Exe: I'll be easy and basic. He likes hot dogs, especially chili dogs and very sporty clothing.

Tails Doll: Doll never bothered much with interests, due to insecurities as he is a doll and was abandoned. But he is often seen drinking like tea and coffee. Perhaps someday he'll allow himself to fully try out life and try things to find a favourite food. As for clothing, I think whatever fits best at the moment, tho he is very interested in steampunk. Lots of gears, perfect for mechanics, suits and like to still look fancy, nice fall colours, it seems made for him.

Dark: Don't tell anyone, but Dark secretly really likes candy, especially the Japanese star candy. He used to often bring it to Ben and would eat some by pretending to only do it, so Ben won't eat all as that's unhealthy for a growing boy. He also likes most meat dishes. Fashion style is definitely goth. Black always, lol. Except for the rainbow friendship bracelets Ben gave him.

Brine: Also pretty basic, he likes meat dishes, mainly steak and very casual clothing. Never really cared to find out his style of choice.

Oof, I hope you're satisfied, anon. Plz let me know via some love ^^

[wollfling]

Some of my bjds are genuinely comforting to have around, and just fill me with so much joy when I see them.. and I noticed while working with mildred these past 2 days that I really feel connection to some of my dolls and not as much with my others.. and since I've been wanting to put the heads I got for mitya/teo on some bodies I've been thinking of selling some doll stuff but I also just can't decide...! Maybe I should just store some heads away and save up. But I tend to "hoard" stuff and I should make some room ;_; hrm.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.