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pink-lemonade-rose · 1 year
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“Fisher-Price Toy Museum”
Photographer: Leila Fakouri
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hajimsblog · 5 months
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After "defeating" Marcus, povi is left with an empty feeling. There were a lot of lives lost, including the one of someone she was starting to have a crush on. Oh well
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obscuredollz · 23 days
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🖤 Sweet Lollies 🖤
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grelleswife · 7 months
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Chapter 35 vs Chapter 205: The black veil of secrecy is finally lifted from Doll’s tragic fate.
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ladyofthesevenmoons · 3 months
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Be my valentine 🖤🌹
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gumclones · 9 months
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Chicle’s gay little scarf is everything to me
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lesvieuxjoursart · 1 year
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Luxury Comedy time
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cal-flakes · 2 months
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dealer!rafe would be soooo pervy towards an innocent reader 😏😏 want to write this as a full fic desperately but i’m trying to get through blurbs so i’m sending you the idea to hold me over😋😋
your wish is my command beautiful. (you better tag me in that full fic when you post it or i’ll send you divorce papers)
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‧₊🫧꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆
— the second that man laid eyes on you at one of his infamous tannyhill parties, mini skirt clinging to your eyes for dear life, eyes wide, lips plump and glossed, he absolutely had to know you— and know you he did.
rafe cameron; big bad rafe, spent the next couple months doing everything to be around you, savouring every bounce of your tits as you skipped towards him, buying you ice lollies just to ogle you as the juice dropped down your chin, wiping it off your lips with his thumb.
he’d invite you to every party, keeping you on his arm, giving you endless amounts of cocaine as long as he was the one rubbing it on your gums. “c’mere doll” he’d hum, hoisting you on his lap for everyone to see— you were untouchable, and you had no idea.
not a single piece of the puzzle was connecting for you, he was just your friend; your overly touchy, borderline creepy friend. “don’t say that! he’s just a nice guy!” you’d whine whenever it was brought up, whether you simply didn’t believe it, or just didn’t want to believe your so called friend had less than kind intentions, you didn’t know.
not only did he invite you to every party, he’d invite you everywhere— meetings with barry, days out on the boat, the country club.
he’d boast about his experiences with you, well— the ones he’d made up in his head. “you fucked her yet man?” topper would ask, raising a brow. “pfft— have i fucked her? chick might as well buy a leash for my cock, doesn’t let it outta her sight” he’d lie, signature smirk plastered on his face as he salivated at the though, planning and scheming just how he was going to make his words true.
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sugarrpawzz · 4 months
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୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ petre / agere id pack ~ ! ‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆
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୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ emojis , kaomojis , symbols : 🖍️ , 🫐 , 🍓 , 🍼 , 🧸 , 🧃 , 🚀 , 🌠 , 🍪 , 🌈 , ☀️ , 🦕 , 🫧 , 🎀 , 🍟 , 🍮 , 🐾 , 🦴 , 📖 , 🎧 , 🪐 , ❄️ , 🐛 , ☄️ , 💫 , 🐚 , 🌧️ , 🛸 , 🐑 , ˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆。˚꩜ , ⋆。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆ , ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★ , ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ , "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა , ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆ , 📄🖍️o(≧o≦)o🧸 , ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 , ☆ , ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡🎀🐾 , ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ pronouns : prin / prince , prince / princess , glitter / glitters , trick / treat , magi / magical , dream / dreamy , yaw / yawn , tire / tired , cud / cuddle , nap / naps , slee / sleep , roll / rolls , pitter / patter , bounce / bouncy , squi / squish , pop / pops , tap / taps , cli / click , fidge / fidget , flap / flaps , stim / stims , pom / poms , bubble / bubbles , wonder / wonders , zoomie / zommies , hyp / hype , hug / hugs , aw / warm , fuzz / fuzz , fluff / fluffs , onsie / onsies , ted / teddy , stuff / stuffie , plush / plushy , puppet / puppets , toy / toys , doll / dolls , posi / positivity , glamour / glamours , glam / glams , gloss / glossy , bow / bows , frill / frills , lae / lace , fren / friend , blu / blush , rom / romantic , mil / milk , sugar / sugars , can / candy , hun / honey , cinna / cinnamon , vani / vanilla , swe / sweet , bon / bons , gum / gummy , ice / cream , sprinkle / sprinkles , frost / frosting , oreo / oreos , mochi / mochis , cotton / candy , cand / candy , lolli / lollipop , ice / icing , swi / swiss , cake / roll , cookie / cookies , donut / donuts , pie / pies , cup / cake , cake / cakes , pancake / pancakes , waf / waffle , shy / shys , intro / vert , opti / optimism , confi / confident , hope / hopeful , exci / excited , energ / energetic , cheer / cheerful , happ / happy , calm / calms , play / plays , giggle / giggles , sun / suns , star / stars , com / comet , moon / moons , spa / space
୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ labels : apisunware, bluyecomfere, fikantastireg, xenogender regressor, ficviostireg, rattlephushregressic, securityblanketic, hyperefixic, sleepy regression, axenica masculinity , sofyarnic, goth regressor , ageregender, slugtoyyic, petreyippic, autistic pet regressor, strawbmilksippic, hypagekloudian, agereagender, agere stimmer, disabled regressor , inclusive regression, agerestuffstimic, supiomuspawsic, dragon regressor , redpanda regressor, ai agere, ceduralagereive, nospictransic
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444rockstargf · 4 months
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"we're gettin' high now." | clyde
venice bitch. - lana del rey
⊹₊⋆ summary: you woke up with a nasty cold, so clyde put it upon himself to make you feel better. whatever it took.
✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly
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sick!female!reader x clyde
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contents: a little fluffy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, blowjob, facefucking, cum eating, facial
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you covered your mouth with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie, coughing up a mouthful of phlegm as you inhale the cloud of smoke that clyde just exhaled. you shot him a glare. “seriously? do you have to do that right now?” a puzzled expression settled on his face. then he glanced at the joint in his hand, putting it out.
you huffed, crossing your arms as the pounding sensation in your head deepened. you had been suffering this cold for 4 days. and you had a feeling that it wasn't going to be gone anytime soon. you picked at lint balls on the nappy blanket you were wrapped in, one that reeked of stale beer and marijuana. 
“feeling any better today, angel?” he grabs a tissue from the box resting between you two, wiping the snot dripping down your nose. you roll your eyes, sniffling. he grabs the box of popsicles that are lying on the ground, altering his voice to a british accent. “here you are, doll. have an ice lolly.” 
a small grin spread on your lips as you accepted it, tearing open the cold packaging. you took out the frozen popsicle, a watermelon-flavoured one, and started kitten licking the tip. clyde watched you out of the corner of his eyes, sighing. he rubbed a hand over his face, speaking warily. “what are we gonna do to fight this cold of yours, y/n? i’ve given you pills, soup, and that expensive wine. but i guess nothing is good enough for your body, huh?” his tone changes to a slightly playful one a he gives your shoulder a pat.
you bit off an inch of the popsicle, the cold instantly hitting you in the brain and granting you some relief from the heat that’s been pooling there. clyde’s mind started to wander as he watched each inch of the cold treat go into your mouth until you slurped it all up, swallowing the whole thing effortlessly and leaving nothing but the pink-stained popsicle stick in it’s vestige. clyde thought to himself, not even a nasty cold can hold this chick back.
clyde replayed the image of you licking the tip, your puffy cheeks and tired, sickly eyes making you look all the more ethereal. he sighed, knowing that you were going through more pain and discomfort than he could understand at the moment. he wanted to take away your misery so he could see that shine in your eyes once again. he snapped himself out of his thought, seeing that you’re looking right at him. 
“you feeling better now, doll?” he plastered on a little smile, putting his arm around your shoulder. you shook your head, coughing. “my throat hurts.” he gives a humourless laugh. “yeah, i know it does.” you put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes for a moment to still the buzzing in your head. each of your gestures filled clyde with a sense of overprotectiveness and lust. a double-edged sword, really.
in his erratic web of thoughts, he stood up, walking over to his drug cabinet. he took out every bottle and every case, seeing what he could make you take. his eyes rested on a bottle of pink cough syrup. he laughed quietly, thinking that it was the same colour as the popsicle you just ate. he picked up the bottle and read its contents, seeing that it was perfect for everything you were ailing. but he knew you wouldn’t take the mixture the normal way, he had learned that the hard way. 
in the knick of time, he finally came up with idea. one that he hadn’t tried yet, but he was certain that it would work for you. he rushed out of the room, taking the mixture with him. you watched as he left the room, sighing. as you were finally getting used to the silence, you heard him call out to you from the bathroom. “y/n! get over here!” you groaned, you world being thrown off balance as you stood up. 
you slowly shuffled your way to the bathroom, using the walls for balance before you got to the door frame, leaning against it. you saw him standing by the sink with his back turned to you. you crossed your arms impatiently. “you called me. what’s going on?” he turned to face you, and nothing had prepared you for what you were about to see. 
he stood there in front of you with his erect cock submerged in the bottle of cough medicine. you couldn’t keep your jaw from dropping as he pulled it out, his length now covered in the neon-pink liquid. you looked him in the eye. “what the hell is this about?!” a few drops dripped onto the ground as he spoke. “it’s my last resort, y/n. we’ve tried everything, but i think this’ll do you good.” your body hadn’t overcome the shock, so he gently patted your cheek with his clean hand. “c’mon, it’ll be just like that popsicle you ate.”
your mind tried to come up with a logical reason to decline, but you couldn’t think of anything. so this was what your life had come to. great. you sighed deeply, getting on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with your tired eyes. he stroked your cheek gently. “i’m gonna go slow, ok? just make sure you go all the way in so it gets to your throat.” you would’ve laughed if you could even handle getting a breath out. whether clyde truly had good intentions or just sprouted an awkward boner and knew that you would take the chance regardless of the circumstances, you didnt know.
you went straight for it, licking the tip just as you did on the popsicle. your signature move, clyde thought as a groan slipped from his parted lips. you scrunched your face as the taste of medicine hit your tongue, but you took it down inch by inch until you were sucking his cock clean. each time the tip hit the back of your throat, you fought back a coughing fit. he brought his hands to the back of your head, guiding you with more force than intended.
pink bubbles of spit came from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin. clyde’s breath came out in breathless gasps as your throat tightened around him. he pulled your hair out of your face, watching as you slurped up all the liquid that streamed down his balls. you went all the way down, coming back up again and deepthroating it like it was the easiest thing in the world. one thing was for sure: the common cold had nothing on your undeniable skill.
clyde’s grip grew shaky as his dick began to pulsate as a thin but salty substance leaked from his tip. precum. though you couldn’t taste it as vividly as usual, you could easily recognize its slimy consistency. clyde groaned deeply, tossing his head back. “f-fuck… just like that, baby. y-you’re gonna feel so much better after this…” so his mind was still in the right place after all. you swirled your tongue around the tip, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest. it took every ounce of self-control he had left in him to not ruthlessly fuck your face until you turned blue, but it ran out quickly. he grabbed a handful of your hair, quickly bucking his hips into your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks.
you gagged and choked on his length, feeling his balls tighten up as he orgasm nearly. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he shoved your head all the way down, spilling loads of his cum down your bruised, swollen throat. you swallowed every last drop, the warm, salty substance ironically making you feel better than the medicine did. he pulled himself out of your mouth, pumping his cock and shooting hot ropes of cum onto your face. 
he panted breathlessly, leaning against the sink as you coughed into your elbow. “s-sorry… got a little carried away there, didn’t i?” you sat there with an unamused expression on your face as his cum dripped down your neck. he couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed a towel, cleaning you off and giving you a soft kiss on your swollen lips. “guess my idea was kinda garbage, huh?” he shyly scratched the back of his neck. you laughed, your voice sounding much clearer than before. “actually, i feel better already.”
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author's note: i was very much under the influence when i wrote this. hope yall liked it xoxo
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eyesxxyou · 6 months
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Tattoo artist hobie and reader who's never gotten a tattoo before and are scared shitless.
Poor guys gotta comfort reader, and at some point, they weren't scared anymore but pretended because this guy is so sweet, and I like the reassurance.
Hobie would SOOOO crack jokes to distract you from the pain. But he'd also offer words of reassurance.
"You're doin' so well, doll."
"we're almos' done wit' this section."
"stay still f'me, yeah?"
"good boy/girl"
"I'll give ya a nice ice lolli afta we're done."
Hobie will always be my comfort character 🥰
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gojou-violin · 9 months
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fucking bachira for so long that he can't even keep upright anymore. your cock's been going in and out of him for what feels like hours, and there's a pathetic puddle of cum under him because every time you hit his sensitive spot, he drips a bit more. but now he's so tired. he can't stay up on his elbows and knees, he can't keep his head up to look at you in the mirror, and he can't stand it when either of you play with his cock. so his whole body slumps onto the bed in an instant.
"no, no, no," you coo, lifting him up by the hips, "i'm not done with you, baby."
and he whimpers as you hit that spot inside of him again while your palm is pressed against his abdomen so that both of you can feel how deep you are. and he shivers. his eyes roll, his tongue lollies, and he's like a limp doll in your arms as he has a cute lil dry orgasm. he looks so cute. when you lift his head up by his sweaty brown and yellow hair just so that he can see his red face......... your heart skipped a couple of beats.
"you look so cute all fucked-out for me, megu."
he nods vaguely before slumping again.
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kneecoal-mooma · 10 months
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Weasley Siblings Doing Very Specific Things As Children
Bill Weasley: Jammed a VHS player by shoving bottle caps inside of it because he thought it was a bottle cap "storage" (He tried to put bottle caps in the CD player too but they wouldn't fit)
Charlie Weasley: Has put multiple bowls of spaghetti over his head because he thought he looked cool with spaghetti on his head (he thought it was a hat)
Percy Weasley: Got a plastic doll for Christmas and played with it the whole day until he went to sleep and chewed on the hand and woke up the next morning with the hand shrivelled up
Fred Weasley: Flushed coloured pencils down the toilet and the rest of the family only found out when they were renovating The Burrow and found the pipe full of pencils
George Weasley: Woke up in the middle of the night to eat one lolly, only to keep going back until he ate half the packet and the family to find all the lolly wrappers in his bag the next morning
Ron Weasley: Drank green food colouring when he was three because he thought it was a cool drink, only for him to spill it all over himself and turned his lips, hands, and clothes green (which meant the rest of the family found out immediately)
Ginny Weasley: Climbed a tree to prove her bravery only to realise she was scared of heights and refused to climb down until they got a ladder
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slugbuggy · 5 months
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wrote a super small thing of flux after finding out Floyd is missing. also for future reference I refer to the species at mount rageons as “dolls” bc I headcanon they live anywhere, not just at mount rageous. ya feel me? anyway I haven’t shared my writing in yearsssss so yeah
oc x canon, PG 13 for some language?? yeah !
Flux slumped into the drivers seat of his RV. Confused, but mostly… terrified.
Where was Floyd?
He recalled the conversation he had with the manager of the building where Floyd was supposed to perform. She was a very tall, intimidating Doll, one of the rare adults who spent any of their precious time in Mount Rageous.
“Ya know, Floyd,” Flux insisted, “the Troll who had a three-night show booked here?”
The Doll—whose fancy office desk name tag read “Lolly”—sighed at Flux. “Okay, yeah. I remember the little guy,” she replied in a tone that made it seem like Flux was the most hindering occurrence of her entire existence, “but he fucked us over. The guy brings in two huge crowds and then just doesn’t show up for the last one? What was that all about?”
Flux’s stomach was in knots. “Didn’t..show up?” he furrowed his brow, glancing everywhere but at Lolly. “What… why wouldn’t he show up? Where did he go?”
The questions weren’t really directed towards anyone, but Lolly answered anyway with an irritated, “How would I know? If we knew we woulda brought him back here to perform. We had to scrounge together some other band last minute… The crowd was pissed. And now we look bad. Thanks to your friend.”
The distress Flux was feeling cancelled out any fucks he gave about this lady being rude. He tried to get more information out of her. Anything. Anything that could point him in some kind of direction. With each passing second he felt like he was being pulled underwater. The voices around him sounded echoey and far away. His chest felt like a wave was repeatedly crashing down on it. Where was Floyd? Where was Floyd?
Oh god, where was Floyd??
Back in his RV, he sat staring at the steering wheel. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to think? His first thought was that something bad must have happened. There was no way in hell Floyd left him. He knew it. They had plans for the day after the show. They had plans for the day after that one too. They had plans! Floyd wouldn’t just leave!
He wouldn’t..
With a shaky breath, Flux tried to compose himself. He pulled his phone out and gazed at the photo of Floyd that was shining on its surface.
“He’s small,” Flux muttered weakly to himself, running his thumb across Floyd’s face. “He couldn’t have gotten far.”
Flux strapped himself into the drivers seat of his RV.
Terrified.
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masuchu · 2 years
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imagine chuuyas morning voice 🤤
ya’ll test me on a daily pls let me live in peace LMFAO 😭
no cause chuuyas morning voice?? oml. now lets imagine the night before. his face in between your thighs for hours, teasing and teasing until he finally lets you cum …! just for you to do that over and over again .. you win some you loose some huh :/
but now, after a long, restless night, you’ve awoken to clean sheets, an aching body and a naked chuuya pressed up against you. if the pains all over your joints weren’t a reminder of what occured only a few hours previous, then his sultry voice purring out a groan of “morning doll..” definitely slammed memories into you of just where that mouth was before
and if you’re lucky, he’ll indulge in your morning horniness, but at a cost. you did so well for him last night, but don’t you think he’s been missing out? how about you just take care of him for the morning by sucking his cock like the tastiest lolly there ever was <3
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srenorsomethin9 · 6 months
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I finished finalizing(-ish) my TADC OC/Sona! Meet Lolly! They're just a happy lil doll (digital doll?) that likes eating candy 😊
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Their design is actually a combination of my persona & the mime doll above. Their head, arms & legs are made of porcelain (or atleast it's porcelain in the digital world) while her body is made of some sort of soft material, presumably cotton?
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