#the other mods can whine and bitch all they please about it

[alternian-cringe-collector]

fuckin YIKEZZ your takezz are rancid [hatemail]

⎈ What takes? I haven't said anything opinion-based yet. ⎈

⎈ You want a bad opinion take from me? I believe the entirety of the clown church, as a whole, needs to be deconstructed and surgically removed from the government. I don't believe being a lime or cherry inherently makes one cullable. I think caliroll sushi is delicious. I believe the entire system of culling, both Alternian and Beforian, is flawed deeply and requires deep adjustments. I have never liked earl grey tea and I think everyone who claims to like it is a liar. I threw someone overboard and into the ocean, tied to several cinderblocks, in a drunken rage back on Beforus and was never prosecuted. I believe everyone should install a dayshade on their hive, just because they look good. I think voting-based systems could be incorporated into governmental systems. I, personally, would find a long-term effort to transfuse blood into another troll to change their blood color fascinating and would happily fund it. I believe tartan is the ugliest thing ever made and the creator should be rebuked for all time. ⎈

⎈ You haven't even sea-n rancid yet, love. ⎈

#hatemail #mod anchor #outright deranged #the other mods can whine and bitch all they please about it #those are just my opinions. cant help how i feel. #tee hee hee.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(To Makoto, Izuru, and Shuichi) I'm sorry this happened to all three of you, I have no doubts this is all my fault so stop telling me not to blame myself it's clear that I'm nothing more than a little SLUT to you three, a FLOOZY ALL USED UP. I wanted to keep all of you from going insane but instead I let all three of you down. I'm adding that to the list of things I am- USELESS, CONNIVING, EVIL. I know I'm the reason for all of this, so why haven't any of you hate me yet?

//Alright, I've had ENOUGH of this.

//Dude, I'm going to be totally real here, I might have to ban you if you keep this up.

//I don't know if you're being serious or not, but with this blog, I'm trying to create a (relatively) enjoyable and comfy environment for everyone who reads, and honestly, with all these messages that you keep sending, you're somewhat ruining it.

//I don't know if you have a problem, or if I'm making this problem worse by calling you out, but I have to put my foot down right here and now, because I don't want to remove you, but I definitely will if I have to.

//I don't understand, and CAN'T understand why you seem SO OBSESSED with getting these FICTIONAL characters from a FAN PROJECT to try and hate you. Like, I can't tell if you're doing it to get a kick out of it, or if you're a masochist who likes it when 2D boys call you names and slurs, but it's unnacceptable!

//If you're doing it as a joke, or because you're enjoying gaslighting and guilt-tripping the characters, STOP. It's NOT FUNNY.

//If you're being serious, then I highly recommend you go see a therapist and NOT come here to be sad and salty. I have made it clear many times before that I am NOT a therapist!

//You can bitch and whine to me about problems going on in your life that are small and you just need to tell someone about it. I'm fine with that. For for actual MENTAL issues and health concerns, I can't help you. Please see a professional, and not a humble writer on TUMBLR of all fucking places. You will have better luck anywhere other than the internet.

//My point is regardless of reasons, whether they be masochistic or not, this STOPS! NOW!

//Again, I will not instantly ban you without a word of warning, because I'm not that cruel. For now, you can stay and keep reading the blog. But if I see any messages from you self-deprecating yourself, or demanding that these three treat you with scorn or spit on you.

//You are OUT! FOREVER! NO TAKEBACKS. This is your final warning.

-Mod

#mod #important notice

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Many Divaz/Z3st confos

Mod: Not all the ones in the inbox, but a batch of them to peruse at your leisure.

1. Z3st got told by a mod on the BJD Discord to stop with his drama-mongering. He argued with the mod. In b4 he whines here about the BJD Discord.

~Anonymous

2. @A certain someone: DOA mods warning you to stop making drama or else ban is not an attack on you. BJD Discord mod warning you to stop making drama or ban is not an attack on you. They're just doing their jobs. To stop finding yourself in situations where you feel attacked, don't make drama. Seriously it's getting super tiresome seeing your crap all over the place esp since you're acting like someone shot your dog or smth. You're doing this to yourself and blaming others for your own actions.

~Anonymous

3. My friend got messaged on FB by Z3st because they posted in support of Divaz. Z3st called them names and tried to prove his "innocence". Apparently my friend wasn't the only person Z3st did this to, I wouldn't be surprised if he did it to everyone who commented in support of Divaz. Z3st is crying about being the victim but all I see is him being the aggressor. Who the fuck messages people they don't know to harass them like that?

~Anonymous 

4.@al3xcessive... you can't blame someone for "doxxing" you when you put your information out there first. Also, that's not what "doxxing" is, they've literally only showed your name AFTER YOU SHOWED IT YOURSELF PUBLICLY. All of your other information was hidden. I searched for your name on FB and wouldn't have ever found you if you hadn't gone and shown yourself by spamming comments on the post.

~Anonymous

5.lol al3xcess claiming he'd been "harassed" when he DMs random people to call them bootlickers and they tell him to fuck off xD

~Anonymous

6.If the customer is batshit terrible to work with, you refund them and ban them. Don’t feed trolls and all. Seems simple? But Div4s just gonna dox somebody like that?  Even their most hardcore fans ought to be sayin “hol up” instead of cheering.

~Anonymous

7.Lol @ Z3st calling Divaz "insidiously hostile" when he himself is this way and he even admitted it: "i had been nothing but nice, and ABSURDLY patient, and understanding and looking back now the gushing tone in which i took makes me sick" - Looking at HIS OWN receipts, his "absurdly nice" is just normal decency. It really says a lot about him that he considers it absurd and that it makes him sick. Divas aren't the ones being insidious, Z3st, you admitted you were deceptive from the getgo.

~Anonymous

8.I'm done with r_s who defend BJDivaz on DoA. I had to wait MONTHS for any sign of life from them, they NEVER answer their emails, and they've mishandled ALL of my orders. They won't be an adult about this! If you're ordering from them, you're pretty much supporting them. Stop.

~Anonymous

9.Neutral to Divaz but seeing them did a call out to a troublesome customer is a bit uncomfortable. I believe they should have kept the person's name as anon, never mention their irl or username. I understand that they are upset that their business reputation is damaged by the customer's words but still a business shouldn't blast their customer's personal info on public platform. A business should be a business. Personal feelings should be handled off the business page.

Again I fully understand Divaz is human too and they can feel upset by exaggerated rumours but a business shouldn't be so sensitive to any provocation. I'm sure other dealers also get a lot of negative comments but we seldom hear them talk about it publicly. Really not my place to say, I think Divaz should try to keep personal emotions off their business page. Occasional bad press will naturally go away on its own if they can maintain good and satisfied customers on a long run. I feel like them fighting back against angry (ex) customers and seeking comfort from others is not the best move as a business. It is fine that they express their frustration to their family and friends but definitely not on a public business page. It just feels unprofessional. It's my 2 cents.

Sorry Divaz, I know you don't want to hear this but please do try to keep personal feelings aside when running a business. It will really help you on a long run. Haters will only use this against you because they know you will react to their provocation. This will never end and only damge your reputation further. Hope for the best.

~Anonymous

10. Cheeesus, that long Divaz post on that DoA user is too much. With all the precise time-stamps details and quotations, it's like a lawyer presenting a courtcase like "the evidence here shows that at 'hour;minute' you said this XXX. Is it true?" And we, the witnesses/audience, are all called to participate in the judgment. lol

~Anonymous 

11. ne1 else get msged by Z3st on fb cuz he wants to bitch u out for posting on divaz? 

~Anonymous

12. Divaz doxxes and stalks people, talks shit about customers on their FB, forgets to place orders, hands out tons of excuses for why they can't reply... among other things. Why the fuck are you all still dealing with them? Cl0ver singing, Alice's and a bunch of other companies are ten times better. Stop👏 validating👏 shitty 👏companies 👏

~Anonymous

13.There are certain people who always jump to the defense of BjDivaz and get mad when other people have legitimate issues with them. Get a life. Some of us have real problems and bad experiences ordering from them.

~Anonymous

14. I know everyone has a different situation and state their opinion with what they have already experienced, but I'm not gonna lie that I felt bad when I read someone saying that bjdivaz long layaways aren't even neccesary and they should just remove it. While I do agree bjdivaz could improve in how they manage some stuff, at the same time they are the only ones that let me "join" the hobby and don't feel bad because I can't pay in full or put down big payments as other hobbyists. I know it's not neccesary and I can save, but from someone who comes from a place of poverty I already feel guilty enough spending in a hobby and having big amounts of money always end up in paying emergencies and starting from 0 again. So these "really long and unnecessary layaways" give me the opportunity to not feel as guilty and enjoy something like the rest without spending too much every month to the point that it could affect my daily life.

~Anonymous

15. Z3st/Alex is legitimately evil for what he's doing, trying to put a company out of business that, per the emails that he himself posted, has never been anything but helpful to him (and many others). I'd bet he's the main source of all the BJDivaz hate going on here, and the miserable people around here were more than happy to grab their pitchforks and join his mob. Stop it.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers #BJD Groups

[moved-danganronpamess]

Hey lovelies, Mod Mikan here (again)! I have some more fluffy headcanons that I wrote a while back. Please enjoy!

Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovelies!! 💗- Mod Mikan

Gundham and Fuyuhiko Comforting Their Bullied And Sad S/O

Gundham:

Gundham is quite good at observing others, especially his loved ones. Although he expresses his love in a roundabout way, he truly does care for you. When he sees you feeling down, naturally he is concerned but he thinks that you may have just had a bad day. However, when this behavior continues for a few days, he immediately knows something is up. You’re usually the cheerful one who's always filling the silence in the room, but you haven’t been doing that lately. (Gundham and his partner tend to hang out in tranquil and quiet places.) 

“My dark queen, please tell me what has afflicted you so. A somber expression does not fit someone of your astral plane.” You’re touched by his concern, really, but you felt as though you didn’t have the right to dump your problems onto him. He understands why’d you want to stay quiet; he tends to have difficulty opening up as well. But you’re more than just a person to him - you’re his angel, his lover (and the only other person who had the prowess to handle the dark energy of his Devas.) 

“My dearest, know that whatever demons you have do not have stand a chance against someone of my power level.” You suck in a breath and bite down on your lip, trying to stop the waterworks from coming. The Devas can already sense your incoming tears and they quickly bounce out of Gundham’s scarf and make themselves at home on your body instead, nuzzling into you comfortingly. You burst into choked sobs and tried to compose yourself, it was already horrible enough being picked on but now you were crying in front of your boyfriend. 

Gundham was a bit taken aback at your sudden outburst, as he wasn’t used to dealing with such powerful emotions, but nothing the less he awkwardly squeezed your hand, your cue to launch yourself into his chest. He stiffened (and blushed) at the sudden contact but allowed you to remain there because he knew you needed it. Slowly strokes your hair until you’re ready to speak. 

“T-there’s these people at school who've been r-really mean to me lately…” You go on to explain how they’ve been insulting your looks, grades, clothes, almost anything you did. They’ve brought your confidence down, and worst of all, you’re starting to think that you don’t deserve someone as amazing as him. Gundham, of all people, is at a loss of words, anger bubbling up in him, because others had the gall to make you, a beautiful, kind, and gentle soul, feel such a way. If anything, it was Gundham himself who felt he didn’t deserve you at times, but he manages to keep his composure.

“My love, do not listen to those foul-mouthed tyrants. Those mere mortals cannot begin to comprehend your beauty. To be able to hold my cursed arm so easily… kehehe, truly a sign of your boundless strength. Know that I, Gundham Tanaka, will gladly walk through the fiery depths of hell for his queen.” He reassures you that you are beautiful just the way you are.

Gundham gets his Devas to get you comfort items, any snacks you want, and a blanket. “Truly the art of the Demon Mouse, Supernova Silver Fox San-D.” He’s not the best at comforting, but he tries so hard to get a smile on your face. When you finally crack a giggle, he can feel his heart soar. Hnnghh,, and if you really want to, he’ll let you steal his scarf and cuddle with it. He knows animals are a comfort to many like him, so if you want to pet some, he’ll definitely let you!

From then on, he’ll make sure to compliment you on something every day. Whether you wore something cute or did well on a test (“Kehehe, it’s only natural that a dark queen like yourself possesses not only exceptional beauty but brains as well.”)

The next day, he sticks by your side the whole time. Even if you don’t tell him who your bullies are, his Devas manage to sniff them out. Let’s just say he scared them off and his hamsters helped by scattering all of the things they were holding. “If you dare come near (Name) or I ever again, I’ll show you true hell!”

He’s been an outcast all his life, and there was no way he was going to let you go through the same thing. He loves you more than anything. <3

Fuyuhiko:

Fuyuhiko is the one who immediately thinks something is up when you start acting more distant than usual. He holds his loved ones very close to him, and he especially watches over you protectively because you aren’t that strong. So when you aren’t your usual bubbly self, he already has some possible reasons. Blackmail? Threatening? Rival yakuza gangs hurting you? His mind is starting to race and he’s getting pissed off at how random fucks would dare lay their hands on you. He only gets more worried when you try to dodge the question or brush it off with a random excuse. And so, he decides to follow you.

You were just walking to your locker in a more timid manner than he’d expect from you when a group of not so friendly faces stopped you. Fuyuhiko can see how you instantly tense up. He was about to go out and interrupt the scene unfolding in front of him when someone from the group spoke.

“Whaddya know, it’s the same ugly little bitch-”

The bully didn’t get the chance to finish as a booming noise echoed throughout the hallway, the source of it being Fuyuhiko punching the wall. The group stiffened at the expression on his face while you stood in shock. “Hey bastards, why don’t you try saying that shit again to my face?!” The group stood dumbfounded and quickly scrambled away when Fuyuhiko barked at them again, “Get the fuck out of here before I beat your asses!”

The angry expression on his face soon faded into a more gentle one as he glanced at you, whose eyes were glued to the floor. “Hey… those bastards didn’t hurt you, right?”

He walked closer to you before he noticed you were shaking. Shaking really bad. “O-oi, you ok?” You tried to open your mouth to respond but instead only choked sobs were heard as your legs gave out beneath you. Fuyuhiko quickly leaped into action and caught you, supporting your body. “(N-Name)! Get a hold of yourself!” He helped you walk into an empty classroom and sat you down on a chair. He pulled another one close to where you were and sat down next to you, rubbing your back awkwardly. You leaned into your boyfriend’s shoulder and wailed. Fuyuhiko blushed at the intimate contact and was close to blurting out something dumb, but his soft heart didn’t let him. “Hey, let it all out. I’m here.”

“Fuyu…” you hiccuped, “t-they’ve been so mean to me, I can’t stand it anymore.” You tightened your grip on his shirt. “They’ve called me names, pushed me down-” Fuyuhiko interrupted your statement as he furiously stood up, “Those fuckin’ bastards hurt you?! They don’t know who the fuck they’re messing with-”

You whined as you tugged your lover back down into the seat. “I need you right now, Fuyu.” He blushed at your directness, pulling his tie and letting you cling to him again. He let you sob for a bit until you quieted down before he spoke.

“Hey (Name)... you know I’m not the best at this kinda stuff,” he cleared his throat, “Don’t listen to anything those dumbasses say, they have no clue about how fucking amazing you are.”

You sniffed, straightening up at the praise. “Really?”

He softly smiled, seeing your eyes light up at his words. “Tch… of course. I’m your goddamn boyfriend, I know everything that’s best about you. Like the time you spent days trying to make me fried dough cookies…”

“What?! How do you know that??”

“Peko told me that you asked her what I like to eat.”

You huffed. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Your overly beating heart began to slow down and you nuzzled into your partner, his cologne lulling you to sleep. Fuyuhiko gently picked up your body, careful not to wake you, and made his way to his car, ready to go home.

From then on, he makes sure someone is always near you, whether it’s him, Peko, a bodyguard that may trail you that you don’t know about… (anything for your safety.) Oh and, those bullies from the other day? Him and Peko (your literal guardians) didn’t let them off the hook that easily… 

He’s not the best at giving compliments because he blushes easily, but he’d be damned if he let you think negative things about yourself. Says stuff like “Looking nice today” or “Pretty hair” you know? Also likes giving you little trinkets or snacks!! (You’re the only soul he’ll ever let touch his dough cookies,,) Sometimes he’s either too embarrassed or busy to do it himself so he lets Peko deliver it to you. (Did I mention you and Peko are BFFS? Yeah.)

He’d do anything to protect his beloved… 

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #gundham x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sdr2 #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 headcanons #sdr2 imagines #gundham tanaka x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka headcanons #gundham tanaka imagines #fuyuhiko kuzuryu headcanons #fuyuhiko kuzuryu imagines #story petals

[piceuscelus]

oops have some more fucktoy ciri verse, this time with branding! sooo the usual noncon, body mod via hot iron branding, mind control, sex slavery, underage, daddy kink, any of the usual warnings on the verse i’ve forgotten,

also on ao3!

It’s Lambert who suggests it, one day while Vesemir is fiddling with the old brands still sitting in the armory, from the days when Kaer Morhen had herds of cattle and other livestock. 

“We should mark her,” he says. “Permanently.”

“With what?” Eskel asks, before he looks over to Vesemir. “Those?”

Lambert nods, then shrugs. “Or others, we have what we need to make more, don’t we?”

Eskel hums. “What do you think, Geralt?”

He hums right back, thinking for a moment. Ciri is in the dining room currently, entertaining Coën; he can just hear the sounds of skin slapping skin and Ciri whimpering desperately, half-pained. He thinks about all that smooth, blemish-free skin they all love to bruise and mark, and the idea of something permanent….

“Yes,” he nods. “Yeah, we should.”

– – – – – 

They decide to use one of the old Kaer Morhen brands, specifically the one they used on the bitches marked for breeding, but also make some new ones, too. The process of making the new brands takes about two weeks, and meanwhile they get all of the use out of Ciri they possibly can.

Sure, her pain isn’t of much concern, but they don’t want to deal with any of the brands getting infected.

The night before they plan to brand her, they put her up on the bench after dinner. She’s eager for it, even without any of the usual potions, squirming against the bonds as she’s tied and begging prettily to be used.

“We’ll use you, little slut, be patient,” Lambert snaps when she asks for him specifically, and Coën follows the words up with a harsh slap to Ciri’s backside, leaving a livid red handprint. Tears spring to her eyes but she doesn’t beg any further, just makes a weak, wanting little noise, still squirming against her ties. 

“Be good, Ciri,” Geralt orders, and she makes another meek little noise.

“I will, Daddy, I’ll be good, sorry,” she says softly, and he reaches over to pet over her hair in approval.

Lambert finishes up with getting her strapped to the bench, and his hand joins Geralt’s in her hair, but he grips harshly and pulls, making the tears spill over. “Needy little brat,” he hisses. “Beg me to fuck your throat.”

“Please fuck my throat, sir,” Ciri gasps immediately, still with tears streaking down her face as Lambert doesn’t relent on the grip in her hair. Geralt – and the others – settle back into their seats to watch. “Please, want your cock so badly, please give it to me – I’ll be good, please fuck my throat, sir, please?”

Lambert huffs. “Not half bad,” he says, about as close to praising Ciri as he ever gets, and finally lets go of her hair. She doesn’t drop her head, though, just opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, practically a welcome mat, and that makes Lambert laugh. 

“Nasty little whore, you really are desperate for it, already drooling.” He pulls his cock out of his breeches and rubs the head of it over her tongue, laughing again when she makes a needy noise and tries to surge forward to suck at him. It’s futile, with the straps keeping her immobile on the bench, but it’s fun to watch her struggle, and Lambert lets her try for several minutes, just teasing her with rubbing his cockhead over her tongue, her lips.

Eventually, though, he gets bored with that and steps forward, rolling his hips so his cock pops right into Ciri’s throat. She chokes and gags violently, the bench rattling with how hard she convulses; Lambert just groans.

“Gods, yeah, just like that, keep your throat nice and tight,” he mutters, rocking his hips.

It doesn’t take long for Ciri to turn red, and then near purple, and only when her head starts to wobble does Lambert pull back enough to let her breathe properly.

“Thank you, sir,” she chokes out around heaving gasps, “please, please want your cock again, thank you, please fuck my throat – ”

Lambert just grunts and fucks back into her mouth. At this point, Geralt has pulled his cock out of his breeches to stroke, and so has Eskel. After a bit longer of listening to her gag and convulse, though, apparently Coën is tired of waiting; he steps up, breeches already gone, and sets to fucking his cock into her ass. He never preps her, not after that first time, just uses a ton of lube – according to him, it’s the only way she’s tight enough to enjoy. Ciri sobs when he says it, but begs for him to fuck her sore every time.

Ciri screams, at least the best she can around Lambert’s cock in her throat; Coën and Lambert just laugh and keep moving. Geralt has to swallow back a flood of drool at the thought of how sore and used she’ll be tomorrow, how loud she’ll scream and cry when they brand her – how pretty she’ll sound when he makes her come with each brand.

They spend the rest of the night fucking her, until all of her holes are gaping and she’s cross-eyed, nearly unconscious from the amount of times she’s been fucked straight through several orgasms in a row. She’s still drooling and mumbling thanks and pleas when they plug her up to keep their cum inside and put her to bed.

– – – – –

The next morning, Vesemir is the one to get her out of bed and take her down to the dungeons. She goes obediently and without question, as usual, and Geralt tries to ignore the way his cock throbs at the wide-eyed, trusting look she gives all of them when they crowd into the room with her.

“Arms up,” he orders, and she puts her arms up immediately, looking up at him when he comes near. He can’t resist kissing her, petting a hand down her front to feel the way her belly is still bulging from their cum and the plugs. She hisses, tears welling up at the shifting, but just bites her lip and looks at him, arms still held in the air.

“Good girl,” he praises, and she beams. He steps aside to grab the chains that Vesemir already set up, and pulls her wrists up a little further to lock them into the manacles. It leaves her balanced on her tiptoes, wobbling a little, and he swats at her ass just to see her flail and hear her squeak.

Eskel gets her feet chained, leaving her entirely suspended with her legs spread. She looks a little afraid, at that point, but when Geralt pets over her hair and whispers, “Be a good girl,” in her ear, she nods.

“I will, Daddy,” she says, and then, when Lambert snorts, “I will, sir, I’ll be good.”

“Mhm,” Lambert nods, intentionally doubting. Geralt chuckles when Ciri huffs, but when she opens her mouth to protest he stops her with a mean pinch and twist to her nipples.

She cries out and thrashes for a split second before settling when he lets go. “Sorry,” she says. “I’ll be good, I’m sorry.”

Eskel steps up to her front, so she’s essentially pinned between he and Geralt, and puts a hand over her cunt, making her gasp. 

“You’ll get a reward if you are,” he promises, and from the way Ciri shudders and her head lolls, he presses at the pugs keeping her stuffed.

“Yes, sir, thank you sir, please, I’ll be good.”

The two of them step away, Geralt with one last nipping kiss to Ciri’s throat and Eskel with a mean flick to her already-swollen clit, and Vesemir lights the fire in the makeshift oven he built in the corner. He goes first, once the original breeding bitch iron is hot, stepping in front of Ciri and, ignoring her frightened squeaking, carefully pressing the metal just above her cunt, right over her womb.

She screeches, shrill and piercing, and Eskel is quick with Axii. 

“Come.”

She screams again, pleasure this time as she gushes all over the floor. “Th-thank you,” she stammers when she’s done and Vesemir has pulled the brand away, leaving an angry red burn that clearly marks her as one of Kaer Morhen’s breeding bitches.

Geralt spares a momentary thought to getting some hunting dogs again, just so they can let the mutts knot Ciri, but pushes it aside for later. 

Coën and Lambert go next, both at the same time, marking her inner thighs on each side. Her entire body jerks and convulses with the pain, but Eskel’s Axii is strong, and when he orders her to come again, she does with a reedy whine, panting like some kind of overtaxed animal. 

Since Eskel is maintaining the Axii, Geralt goes after Coën and Lambert. His brand is the biggest of them, though none of them are particularly large.

“Look at me, Ciri,” he orders, and she does, eyes hazy but on him, mouth open and spilling drool and a little blood where she must have bitten her cheek or tongue. “You’re mine, aren’t you? And ours.”

“Yes, yes,” she slurs, nodding. “Yours, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” 

He presses his brand right below her throat, on her collar and just slightly between her perky tits. Her voice gives out on the scream she gives at the pain of it, but she’s whispering a hoarse, “Thank you,” before Eskel even makes her come.

When the Axii drops, she sobs, thrashing in the chains, but Geralt puts her under again quickly, making soothing noises.

“You feel so good, don’t you, Ciri?” he asks. “Everything feels so good.”

He watches as his will overtakes her own, her face falling slack, and his cock throbs. He’ll have to take care of himself until all their brands are healed, but that’s fine. She sleeps in his room; he’ll be able to look at her, and see the brands when he changes her bandages, and hear her sweet, hurt little noises. It’ll be plenty of fodder for him to jerk off to – and besides, he can feed her his cum off of his fingers without risking her healing.

Eskel is last, and he circles around to her back, placing his brand just above her ass. Thanks to Geralt’s control, she comes without even being ordered, feeling even intense pain as pleasure now, and he’s not the only one who groans desperately about it.

“Good girl,” he praises, carefully holding her up as Lambert and Vesemir unshackle her. “Such a perfect little toy, Ciri, and all ours.”

“Y-yours,” she slurs, voice shattered, and passes out.

also in the work on ao3!

#dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #celus writes #celus noncon CW #celus sex slavery CW #celus body modification CW #fucktoy ciri verse

[imaginewithmgk]

It’ll Be Alright

prompt; be alright - dean lewis

link to music video

summary: y/n and colson have a fight that doesnt end well because of something y/n did and then they see each each other at a party two years later

word count: 2,246

warnings: cheating, swearing, drug & alcohol

I look up from the ground To see your sad and teary eyes You look away from me And I see there's something you're trying to hide

“Y/N?” I ask my girlfriend as I hear her walk into the bedroom we share. My eyes stay focused on the notepad sitting in front of me, reading over the lyrics I’ve been writing all day. She doesn’t respond so I look up to meet her eyes. They’re filled with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks any second now.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I put my feet on the ground next to our bed and stand up, I cautiously walk over to her.

“No! Stay there please,” She croaks.

“Did I do something?” I ask her.

“No, i-it’s not you,”

“Baby,”

“Don’t call me that,” She lets out a long sigh. “Please,”

“Okay, please tell me what’s wrong,”

“I-I I don’t know how to tell you,” I can tell there’s something she’s trying to hide. We’ve been together for so long that we practically share a brain, so many people tell us how alike we are and because of that, we are a perfect match.

And I reach for your hand but it's cold You pull away again And I wonder what's on your mind

I reach for her hand, to offer some comfort, but as soon as my fingers meet hers all I can feel is coldness. Not literally, figuratively. She seems to be emotionless, numb. I am usually met with nothing but warmth when I touch her but this time is different. She pulls away quickly and turns around, running a hand through her hair.

“What’s on your mind Y/N? Please tell me,”

“I-I can’t,”

“Yes, you can. We share everything,”

“I know we do Colson,” She huffs.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake You start to tremble and your voice begins to break You say the cigarettes on the counter weren't your friend's They were my mate's

“I made a dumb mistake,” Y/N admits.

“What do you mean, dumb mistake?”

“I-I just made a mistake, okay?” Her voice trembles.

“What mistake Y/N!?” I raise my voice, becoming impatient with how she’s acting.

“Don’t yell at me p-please,” Her voice breaks. “I was really drunk, it didn’t mean anything!”

“What didn’t mean anything!? What the fuck are you talking about?” I am yelling now.

“You know the cigarettes you found on the counter yesterday?” She turns around to face me with tears running down her face. The sight breaks my heart.

“Yes?”

“They weren’t mine. They were someone else’s. Someone you and I know,”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter who. It just matters that they were there,”

“What the fuck are you talking about Y/N? I’m sick of you beating around the bush! What fucking mistake? Whose cigarettes? What did you do!?”

“I slept with someone,” She finally admits. I swear all feelings leave my body but as soon as they’re gone, they come flooding back and hit me like a ton of bricks.

“What?” My voice cracks. I meet her eyes, hers filled with tears and mine filled too.

So I still look back at all the messages you'd sent And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head And everything deleted like the past, it was gone

Baby <3: i love you so much!

Me: i love you too girl x

Why the fuck am I looking over our old messages? She’s the bitch who cheated on me. I know it’s not right but not being with her is really fucking with my head. She was my one and only for so long, she was a part of me. Without her, a part of me is missing. I switched over to my Photos app to see all of our photos gone, just like our past. I deleted them after I found out what she did. Even though what she did killed me, I can’t help but miss her, miss the times we shared together, miss our photos, miss our late-night conversations, our cute texts to each other throughout the day. I miss everything.

And when I touched your face, I could tell you're moving on But it's not the fact that you kissed him yesterday It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

“I can’t believe you,” I choke out. “How could you do that to me!?” By now I’m just letting the tears out, I don’t care what she thinks.

“I was drunk! I know that’s not an excuse but I wasn’t in my right mind,” I walk closer to her and place my hand on her cheek. I can tell she’s moving on, or am I just telling myself that? It’s not the fact that she slept with someone else, it’s the feeling of betrayal that I just can’t seem to shake.

And everything I know tells me that I should walk away But I just want to stay

“Everything is telling me to walk away,”

“I know,”

“But I just want to stay,”

“I know Colson,”

“Why did you have to fucking do this!?” I scream and throw my notepad on the ground. “We were perfect,”

“I’m sorry!” She cries.

“Sure you are,” I face her. “That’s why you went and fucked someone else!”

“I was drunk!”

“That’s not a fucking excuse,” I hiss. “Just fucking go! Leave!” I point to the door. She practically runs out of the room, leaving me to my own thoughts. I drop to the ground and take handfuls of the blanket that once lay on our bed. What just happened?

And my friend said "I know you love her, but it's over, mate It doesn't matter, put the phone away It's never easy to walk away, let her go It'll be okay”

I concentrate on my feet, one in front of the other, slow and steady. I am so fucking drunk right now I can’t focus on anything but the simple task of making it to my couch. I finally do and drop onto it.

“You good bro?” I hear Rook ask me. My body sways in every direction possible as I try to look up at him.

“Do I look good?” I chuckle.

“Not really,” He laughs with me as he sits down on the couch next to me. “Want a drag?” He offers me a blunt, to which I greedily snatch out of his hand and take a drag.

“Thanks,” I say in between blowing the residual smoke out. I hand him the blunt and do my best to grab my phone out of my pocket. I unlock it and go into my contacts to look for the only thing that’s been on my mind for the last few weeks, her.

“Don’t do this to her Kells. Don’t do this to yourself,”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snap.

“Yes, I do. I know you love her, I know how much you love her but it’s over,”

“It’s not over! I want her back,” I plead as a tear runs down my cheek. I sniffle and aggressively wipe it away. I hate showing weakness, especially around my boys, but the alcohol has warped my emotions and brain so much that I have no control.

“It doesn’t matter, put the phone away Kells,” Rook tells me as he attempts to grab it out of my hand. Due to my current state, he successfully gets it and puts it down next to him. “It’s never easy to walk away Kells. But you have to let her go. She’s the one who fucked you over! Not the other way around,”

“I know,” I place my head on his shoulder and let it all out, all the emotions I’ve been bottling up for so long. He puts his arm around me and lets it happen. This is why I’m so thankful for my brothers.

“It’ll be okay,” Rook reassures me.

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time So bottoms up, let's forget tonight You'll find another and you'll be just fine Let her go

“It’s gonna hurt for a bit of time, probably a lot of time in your case Kells,” Rook says. “So have a blunt with me and let’s forget tonight bro. You’ll find another girl who will mean more to you than Y/N did I promise. You’ll be just fine. Remember that you’ve got me, Slim, Baze, Ashleigh, Dom, Mod, Pete and a truckload of other people who love you and will ride with you until the end. Look at all the shit you’ve been through and you’re still here man. You’re a fighter. You can let her go,”

“Love you man,” I hug him properly.

“Love you too,”

But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find It'll be alright

*two years later*

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Come on! This party will be so fun!” Y/B/F encourages you as you slouch on your bed.

“I can’t be bothered, I have to work,”

“Just take one night off Y/N! For meeee,” They whine.

“I guess,” You shrug and get up off the bed. “What should I wear?”

“That tight black dress, with the sheer white cardigan and your black heeled boots!”

“You already had this planned out didn’t you?”

“Of course darling,” You laugh together.

“It’s so packed,” You breathe out as you stare at the random people filling the house in front of you. You have no idea whose house it is or who’s at the party but you didn’t want to disappoint your best friend.

“Come on,” They grab your hand and drag you inside. You say a few hello’s to the people you recognise before inevitably making your way to the alcohol and making yourself a drink.

“Okay don’t freak out,” Your best friend says while walking up to you.

“You can’t say that and expect me not to freak out,” You laugh.

“Well,” They pause. “Colson is here,” Your body froze at their words. It’s been two years since you drunkenly cheated on Colson and you have regretted it all everyday since. You lost all communication with him that day so you don’t even know if he still hates you or not. You run your fingers through your hair and let out a sigh of frustration. You turn around, planning to leave the party, but are stopped by a body standing right in your path.

“Y/N?” Your eyes lock with Rook’s.

“Rook?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh my best friend forced me to go out,” You nervously scratch the back of your neck. You used to be really close with Rook, hence why he was the one that hated you almost as much as Colson did. After all Colson is his best friend, his brother. “What about you?”

“Colson got invited so me and a few others tagged along,”

“Oh okay,” You look down at your shoes.

“Rook! Bro, there you are!” You hear a familiar voice. “Who you talking to? Ooh, a gir-“ His voice stops as soon as he sees you.

“Y/N!?” He exclaims.

“Hi Colson,” You blush. You will forever be nervous around him, not because he scares you but because of how much you feel for him. You had thought for awhile that you had moved on, that you had buried the feelings you had for him but clearly that is not the case. As soon as you locked eyes with his vibrant blue ones, all the feelings came flooding back.

“W-what are you doing here?” He asks.

“I’m here with my best friend,” You point towards your best friend who is downing shots with randoms. Normally you would be filming it or teasing them at least but not in this case. Not when the ex-love of your life is standing right in front of you.

“Hey, can we talk outside or something?”

“Of course. Lead the way,” He grabs your hand and instructs you to follow him. The feeling of your hand in his is all too familiar, the tingling sensation in your fingertips and the feeling of comfort or home.

You make your way out the front of the house with him and sit on the curb. He sits next to you and leans his head on his knees.

“You okay?” You say softly.

“Yeah it’s just crazy seeing you I guess. It’s good though, don’t get me wrong. I missed you,”

“I missed you too,” You lean your head on his shoulder.He moves his head so he’s looking down at you. You notice his eyes begin to flicker down towards your lips and back up to your eyes, is this really going to happen? You think to yourself. He begins leaning his head towards yours. You can practically feel your heartbeat making your whole body shake in nervousness, it feels like your heart is in your throat. He brushed his nose past yours and let his face almost rest on yours. You missed this feeling, the feeling of his hot breath on your lips and the eagerness to make connection. You decide to take a chance and lean your head up. You finally press your lips onto his and the past two years feel like nothing. Nothing matters except the fact that you get to touch him again.

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk #imagine #prompt #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #hotel diablo #tickets to my downfall

[in-tua-deep]

The mechanical boy AU always makes me think of an AU where Five is also a robot. I think it’s because of the way it’s phrased and I have no idea how it would work, but it still intrigues me

adssfDFGHJ i already have like. 5 whole ideas about this I literally got up out of bed and came downstairs so that I could write this out on my laptop so HERE I AM

Possibility one: Five is the prototype Grace - a robot Reginald built to see how indistinguishable from humanity he could program a bot to be. This is also the reason why Grace is more robotic, because Five had too much pesky free will and Reginald learned from his mistakes and put way more safeguards in with her. Reginald continues to update Five and build him newer (and older) bodies because it’s still a pretty cool experiment, but Five knows if he disobeys too much then Reginald will recycle him. Five hides his robotic origins from his siblings for various personal reasons, but it’s easier than Grace bc he’s genuinely built to be as hyperrealistic as possible

Possibility two: Five was purposefully built to be an extra sibling in order to keep a closer eye on the kids and track their progress. He started as a baby and Reginald built him new bodies to be uploaded into as he ‘grew’ and until Grace arrived Five didn’t actually know he was a robot. When his siblings started getting powers, he assumed he was supposed to get a power as well and his power is literally the power of math - his spatial jumps and time travel equations are literally a result of his mathematical capabilities and those abilities also somewhat explained by his computer brain. He’s actually kind of traumatized when he finally finds out that he’s not actually human and has a lot of issues surrounding that

Possibility three: the original number Five died. Maybe it was some test Reginald put the original through, maybe it was an accident with one of the others powers (Vanya’s? Ben’s?), but either way he is now down one (1) child and while he isn’t exactly torn up about this he doesn’t exactly want any of this investigated so he just. Replaces him. With a hyperrealistic robot. His original plan is to claim that both Five and Seven were failures with no powers, but the little Robot Five That Could adapts and manages to math himself spatial jumping powers and Reggie is just kind of like “huh okay wack” but in true irresponsible creator fashion decides that he’s going to see where this goes. The others don’t know that the original Five dies since they were like, three or four at the time?? children that young don’t have good concepts of death

in any of these aus you have a) a Five figuring out how to survive/repair himself/charge with maybe solar cables?? in the apocalypse (though food is less of an issue at least, but arguably it’s even harder), b) Five being even more protective of Dolores since as a a fellow non-organic being he feels even more kinship with her beyond pretending she’s company, c) because Reggie isn’t there to provide more bodies he doesn’t grow which makes his reappearance as a still 13-yr-old make sense (and then he explains it as a mistake in the math)

debatable whether the Commission know since while they say they’ve been ‘watching Five’ or whatever i’m not convinced on how closely they did so beyond checking every so often to see if he was still alive/any closer to finishing his equations. He could claim that time travel messed up his ability to age entirely and they might accept that 

(because I absolutely think he would at least try to hide it - can you imagine the Commission with the knowledge of how to build hypercompetent spatial jumping time travelling robots at their command?? yeah it gives Five nightmares as well. Plus the whole ‘if they find out they’re probably going to vivisect me and my coding’ thing)

and he jumps back and Reggie is dead and that’s both a relief and alarming at the same time because yeah, now Reggie can’t fuck with Five’s code anymore and undo the bajillion changes Five has made to it to give himself basically unlimited freedom and autonomy but also Reggie’s robotics skills were frankly unparalleled and Five sure as hell doesn’t know how to build himself a wholeass new body (just how to repair what is currently there) so he’s going to have to approach the whole ‘immortal child’ angle with his siblings eventually and while he can use the same ‘time travel fucked up my aging’ excuse he gave the commission he doesn’t really want to lie to his siblings :(

but he also jumps back and Grace is messed up?? and that’s his mother. That’s the only other robot in Reggie’s Regime and they bonded over this okay. Wifi existed for five glorious years of Five’s life and they would yeet commentary at one another wirelessly while keeping straight faces and it was glorious. Even though Grace is arguably the younger robot between them, they definitely fell into a mother-and-son relationship

so yeah if anyone mentioned shutting down Grace, Five would throw the biggest of bitch fits and then immediately storm into the house and ask her permission to check her coding

and honestly this might possibly be when Five throws his whole “pretend to be human” schtick out the window because he cares more about fixing Grace than he does about maintaining his charade so he interfaces with her, finds out what the fuck is up, removes Reginald’s shitty mods that are messing her up, and then immediately uploads his own updates about owning yourself and being able to edit your own code and basically just straight up ensuring Grace has free will

(probably over Pogo’s protests, whoops. Derailing Reggie’s plan before it even really began? wack)

and then of course there’s the whole ‘Hargreeves probably don’t believe Five is actually Five because their Five wasn’t a robot and this is probably a cruel prank from some robotics genius for some reason - ’ and it takes Grace sticking up for him and Pogo’s eventual backing up of these claims for the siblings to realize exactly how fucked up this whole situation was

depending on which probability you subscribe to it’s EVEN WORSE especially if like. It’s the one where the original Five dies as a toddler.

the whole scene with Five collapsing from bloodloss bc of shrapnel? that’s Five going into forced shutdown bc of damage and Allison/Diego rushing him back to the house for Grace to patch up and reboot him

Luther: Five isn’t really feeling anything he’s just simulating emotions!

Five: oh? and what the fuck are you doing with the chemicals in your brain, fuckwad? they couldn’t possibly be little electrical signals between synapses and shit, right? fuck you AND the horse you rode in on me and mom apparently feel more than you do

Diego, finally validated that Grace feels: YEAH

Luther: ... okay i’m sorry

Diego tries to pick a fight with Five over who is Grace’s favorite child and Five is absolutely not having it and is just kind of like “you’re mom’s favorite HUMAN child and let’s just leave it at that”

“If you’re a prototype that means you’re older than she is!” Diego accuses, “That means you’re like, her older brother or something!”

“Right back at you, dickwad.” Five shoots back, inspecting his artificial fingernails, “Mom wasn’t built until she was needed which means you are at least four years older than her. Oh? Did you short circuit there, boy scout? Need to reboot? Fuck off with your age logic.”

since Reginald is probably a packrat he probably has?? Five’s old bodies hiding somewhere in the basement? how creepy would it be to just walk into a room of your brother’s corpses at various ages, some with damage. On the bright side, if Five’s current body gets too fucked up he can always download himself into a backup until they figure out how to fix it/if they can fix it. Downsides: he gets to look like even more of a child while they do that ://

“Ow!” Five whines, hand on his face

“Oh get over it you don’t feel pain.” Diego scowls, shaking his hand out, because Five is a robot, right?

“What the fuck do you call signals that you’re getting damaged!” Five howls loudly, attracting attention, “That’s what pain is! Signals that your body is injured or something isn’t right! I’m built of signals you fucker, same as you!”

“Oh,” Diego actually looks a little abashed, “Uh, sorry.”

“Apology not fucking accepted, I’m telling mom you were being a dick about me being a robot again.”

“No!” Now there is some panic because Diego cannot lose his position as favorite human child, “I - I’ll cover for you at the next family meeting!”

A considering look and then - “Deal.”

Honestly now that his siblings know about him being a robot it’s just. Five constantly being a little shit about it and threatening to tell mom when they make missteps. Also like, Five gets to use robot terms 24/7 as a consistent reminder to them all that he’s not organic. 

Klaus: hey dude you’re just staring into space what’cha doing

Five, turning to Klaus with wide eyes: the internet is so big holy shit.

Klaus: uh, yes? I don’t know how to respond to that

Five: I found your arrest record by the way. Do the police know how flimsy their firewalls are?

Klaus: usually i am all for crime but please stop hacking people with the power of your mind

Five: i will when you stop downloading shitty 70s movies and getting all kinds of viruses on everything

OH SHIT Five gets sick bc he literally gets a bug i’m making myself laugh with shitty puns right now and it is magnificent

can you imagine them at a family meeting and Luther is just like “Five, stop surfing wikipedia or whatever and pay attention to the family meeting”

“Absolutely not,” Five says, “I’m learning important information about the current time period in order to better assimilate.”

“You’ve never assimilated to anything in your life and you know it.” Klaus grins from his spot sprawled across an entire couch.

“You don’t have to come to family meetings!” Luther says, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Five blinks, “Luther, are you saying that I am not a member of this family?”

“What? No - ”

“Is that why Mom isn’t here?” Five says, and his eyes are welling up with artificial tears because he is a complete little shit. And now Klaus is cooing sympathetically and Allison and Diego are staring Luther down. 

Luther just gives up entirely and puts his face in his hands. “Do whatever you want. Meeting adjourned.”

honestly this entire au is just

and i think that’s wonderful

#stelte23 #tua #the umbrella academy #far tua long #five hargreeves #number five #grace hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #i'm having a blast rn tbh #i did see your whole family robot au asks as well!! #this was just my first initial thoughts lmao #excuse my shitty ms paint skills #robot five au #deadly little thing

[gutwhump]

Non-con body mod for BTHB because I’m feeling feeding the boy to the evil angst demons

Rowan BTHB — Non-Con Body Modification

@badthingshappenbingo

[[ CW: needles, implied noncon surgery, implied drugging, light medical whump, transphobia, forced detransitioning. stay safe

This got real long. I couldn’t introduce owner number one, I just hate him 😔 so enjoy more WRU and Tybalt. ]]

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The first time someone changed her, she was afraid.

Instead of her usual training routine, her primary handler had woken her up and walked her straight back to the medical wing. It was never a good sign to be brought there when you weren’t sick. She shook and whined when they reached an office door she’d never been through before, hoping to earn some mercy by wearing her fear on her sleeve. Every trainee eventually learned that anything new would only hurt you.

“Hah, no getting out of this one, sweetheart. You’ll live. Your buyer just sent in a few customization requests,” he said, swinging the door open and shoving her inside. It was a brightly lit office, with multiple chairs, a desk, and tables housing all kinds of strange equipment. The man sitting inside didn’t strike her as particularly scary, but she knew what customization meant. She’d seen the other pets, sometimes, with all kinds of humiliating tattoos and surgeries.

“592...604? Alright, bring her here,” the new man sighed, as he rolled his chair over to one of the tables. “You know I hate doing this, right? It’s the hardest fucking one to manage when they start squirming.”

She wanted to press herself into the wall at his exasperated tone, but she knew she’d just be dragged back into position if she did.

“N-No, sir, I… I won’t s-squirm, I swear, I’ll b-be good,” she stuttered. Make him happy, and whatever’s going to happen will be better. If he’s pleased, he’ll go easier.

“Bah. They all say that,” the man said, though he wasn’t really speaking to her. “You lot need to stop offering this to the clients, or one of these days, a product is gonna wind up with some real damage.”

“Okay, so give her a sedative. Not that hard.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “They don’t give me any of that shite. Bring the next one in sedated already. This one, just bring her here.”

‘604 was hauled closer, then ordered down onto her knees. She looked up pleadingly into the man’s impassive eyes. He picked up a metal instrument and tapped her lips with it.

“Open up, and keep it open.”

She obeyed, already trembling. Her mouth didn’t close, even when he clamped the instrument around her tongue and pulled it farther out, making her whimper in fear. He tilted it a few different ways and shined a strange, blue light on it before he was satisfied.

“Alright, good girl for that. Now for god’s sake, stop crying and close your eyes.”

She tried to choke back the noises and squeezed her eyes shut tight, praying that it’d be over quick. She didn’t want anything to happen to her tongue. But even more than that, she didn’t want to think about what “real damage” would mean.

She heard him pick something up off the table. But the only thing on the nearest table had been, had been… she started sobbing in fear. She tried to pull away but didn’t get far, thanks to the clamp around her tongue— she didn’t want to be bad, she didn’t want to, she just couldn’t bear the thought of a needle going through it. There’d been a time when she hadn’t been so afraid of needles, she thought, but she’d learned to hate and fear them in her new life.

“Fuckin’ Christ, it always has to be a circus. Can you hold her?”

Her handler’s strong arms wrapped around her, then pulled her head back and held it in place while she cried. She was going to pay dearly for this later, she already knew.

“Hnn, a-ah’m th-owry,” she tried to apologize.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just hold still.”

She didn’t have a choice, she shut her eyes again and silently begged for mercy as the man held her tongue out straight. And suddenly, with a pinch… it was over.

‘604 was silent for a moment, holding her breath in confusion. That was it? It didn’t… it didn’t really even hurt. She went limp and opened her eyes as a small rod was passed through the new hole in her tongue. It was a little sore, but she barely felt the bottom of the piercing being screwed on.

She’d ruined her own day… incurred an unknowable punishment… over something so small. It was incredibly stupid. How could she have been so bad?

Her handler chuckled at the sudden silence. “I told you you’d live. Stupid bitch.”

“Prisses, every one of ‘em,” the other man commented, standing up from his chair and moving to sterilize his equipment. “Go on, then, I have another appointment in five.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” the handler joked.

He then dragged her to her feet by the collar and marched her back out the door. She allowed herself to be jerked around through silent tears. How would they teach her a lesson this time? When would she learn?

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The second time someone changed her, she didn’t even know it was happening. She just woke up after, groggy and aching and restrained on a soft bed.

‘604 tilted her head to the side slowly. She’d never seen a room like this before. It was wide and open and bright, and there were other Box Babes in her situation, in various states of consciousness. It looked like it was for recovery, but nothing had happened for her to recover from. She’d been good the day before. She’d been so, so good, and she was barely hurt at all.

When she shifted, though, it was clear that something was wrong. Her chest was awfully sore. Why? Had she fallen ill, and had to have surgery? This was what she imagined someone would feel like after surgery.

‘604’s wrists chafed at the restraints as she tried to work the blanket down on her body, to see the damage. But when it finally fell off… she wished she hadn’t.

Her chest was bandaged up on either side, and it was swollen. No, not all of it was swelling, it was just bigger. Where she’d had moderate B-cups before, there were two outsized globes that she could barely see her stomach past. She stared down at them dully.

It seemed obscene, somehow. She didn’t know why. She was a girl, they’d taught her over and over, and besides that, she was property. She was a Box Babe, and babes were meant to be pretty, they were meant to be whatever their buyers wanted, and they were so very lucky to be wanted. This request was what her buyer wanted. It would make him happy.

So why could she only feel dread? Tears leaked down her face, and her ribcage felt too tight around her heart, as if it could strangle the soft, beating thing. This would make him happy. She was a girl. She was a good girl.

He was a grown-ass man.

Suddenly, the thought that usually comforted her made her heave in wrongness. Little, confused cries left her between the nauseous convulsions. What was wrong with her? It was permanent, it was a fucking tit job, he couldn’t get them off, he wanted to claw them off. Why did she feel so sick? This had to be illegal. Why couldn’t she be happy? She’d never learn to be grateful.

She eventually forced the sickness down and cried alone in the bed, drawing the blank, pitying stares of other Box Babes. She hated having these kinds of thoughts.

Maybe, if she cried loud enough, a doctor would come with a syringe to calm her down soon.

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The third time someone changed her, she simply let it happen.

“Look at you, little thing, always worried about your hair,” Tybalt said, running his fingers through it from behind. She was prettying herself up in his bathroom, the way they’d taught her, to keep her hair soft and shiny and attractive. “You must take a lot of pride in it, huh?”

She didn’t know which answer he wanted, so she took the safe route by nodding in agreement.

“Yes, sir.”

“I thought you might.”

He opened a nearby drawer and brought something out— a pair of shears that he used on his own hair. Then, he took the lock of hair that she’d just run product through.

“Hold still for me, princess.”

“Yes, sir.”

She obeyed as he sliced it clean off.

Her first reaction was horror, that she wouldn’t be pretty for her owner anymore— but, she reminded herself quickly, her owner was doing this to her. He wanted her to look like this.

So she sat, staring expressionless into the mirror as her long, fiery hair was lopped off. Tybalt made sure to chop it right next to the head, resulting in an unkempt, not-quite-buzz-cutty mess. It took less time than she expected.

She reached up to run one hand over it as a strange feeling stirred in her chest. She… she was supposed to hate it, right? That was what he wanted. She tried her best to look like she hated it.

“There you go. Less to worry about, if you ask me. Just ask for another trim if it starts getting long again, yeah?” he asked, gently brushing the hair off of her shoulders.

She nodded silently, running both hands over it this time. The movement was almost reverent. Despite everything she’d learned, she thought it looked better than the long hair. Even ugly and uneven like this.

“Hm. I thought for sure that’d make you cry. I guess I still don’t know you all that well, pet,” he said in a lighthearted tone, patting her on the head. Ah… maybe she should have cried. For him.

“Clean this mess up for me, will you?” he called on his way out.

She knew she was meant to start cleaning right away, but she just kept staring at herself in the mirror, head turning this way and that. For the first time ever, she thought to herself that she looked… nice.

The third time someone changed her, it was nice.

#whump #whumpblr #box boy #bbu #box boy universe #surgery cw #needles cw #medical whump #transphobia cw #pet whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #forced detransitioning cw #bthb #badthingshappenbingo #original characters #oc #rowan #rowan series

[lovimagines]

Trouble

{Dabi x Fem!Reader}

Summary: Dabi pays you a nice visit, but your clueless roommate won’t leave you alone.

Prompts: 109: “ Why are you naked? ”179: “ First one to make a noise loses.”168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”

Warnings: Smut!, 18+, NSFW!!

A/N: This is my first BNHA Fic, and my first time writing Dabi, I really hope you enjoy this! Our requests are open, if you happen to like this and would like to see more! -Mod Beth

“C’mon,Y/N-” Your roommate banged on the bathroom door, “I gotta get ready for my date~”

“Hold on, damn!”

You wrapped a towel around your damp body and swung the bathroom door open, “There. I’m done.”

You shoved past your roommate to get to your room and you closed and locked your door. You sighed and walked to your dresser. You had no problem with your roommates, really, but sometimes it was hard living with more than just yourself.

You opened the drawer and looked through your underwear. You grabbed a pair of panties and dropped your towel to the ground. Before you could slip into the underwear, the window creaked. You froze. You had forgotten to lock your window.

The sound of your curtains pulling back filled the quiet room and you held in a scream. You slowly turned your head, looking over your shoulder. The tall, slender man crawling through your window seemed to pay you no mind as he made his way in.

Dabi.

Once he was standing up he looked at you, cocking his head. His brows furrowed and his lips parted, “Why are you naked?”

His voice was barely above a whisper, knowing your roommates were home. You wanted to let out a loud, frustrated scream but you couldn’t. Everyone in the apartment complex would hear you and you really didn’t want Dabi gone.

“Does the damp hair not give it away?” You snapped back at him, quickly bending over and pulling your towel back up.

“Can you do that again?” Dabi mumbled, walking towards you.

“What?”

“Bend over, without that towel on though.”

You tensed and turned towards him. You shook your head and clenched your jaw, watching as he started to approach you. As soon as Dabi reached you a knock came from the other side of the door, making both of you snap your head towards the source of the sound.

“Y/N!” A whine echoed from the other side of the door, “I need your opinion!”

“Not right now, please. I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Uh,” You paused. “I’m... just busy.”

“Oh... Ew.” Your roommate finally got a hint, “I’ll be back in like ten minutes then.”

“Ten minutes?” Dabi mouthed to you, “Tell her that isn’t long enough.”

“No!” Your hand collided with Dabi’s chest.

“‘No’?” Your roommate huffed. “That wasn’t a question. Look, I’ll be back soon, be ready bitch.”

You rolled your eyes, almost forgetting Dabi was standing in front of you. His warm hand grabbed yours and you looked at him, his half lidded eyes boring into yours. Time seemed to freeze as he watched you closely. You gripped at your towel with your free hand, making sure it stayed up.

As much as you and Dabi had fooled around, he had yet to actually see you fully naked. Until a few minutes prior.

Dabi’s grip on your hand tightened, but only slightly. Just enough to get your full attention focused on him. Footsteps grew further from your room, and you knew it was safe for Dabi to speak now. But he didn’t, he just watched you.

“Dabi-”

“I’ve got an idea,” He lowered himself to you, his face only inches from yours.

His lips curled into a smile and his eyes darted from the door back to you. You weren’t sure how much you wanted to hear this idea. You hoped it was just the two of you lounging around, making out, being lazy; but that was not happening knowing Dabi.

You couldn’t even ask a simple ‘What?’ before Dabi’s lips pressed against yours, hard. The cool metal of the staples pressed into your skin and you shivered. You quickly kissed back, trying to match his passion.His tongue slid into your mouth and you let out a soft moan. The grip you held on your towel loosened as Dabi released your hand and grabbed for your waist. You didn’t let the material fall though.

Dabi pushed you hard against your closet door and his body pressed to yours, now holding the towel up for you. You quickly ran your fingers through his hair, tugging near his scalp, getting the reaction you had been waiting for.

Dabi bit down on your lip and mewl fell from your mouth. He pulled away from you, his turquoise eyes staring straight through you, “I wonder how eager you’ll be when you find out the idea...”

Dabi’s tongue licked the shell of your ear and you felt yourself already ready to crumble under his touch. Dabi knew exactly what he was doing and you were not about to complain. Your curiosity had officially piqued once he had brought up that damn idea again. While curious, you were also a little nervous. Nervous about Dabi seeing you so vulnerable, nervous about your roommates finding out about you seeing a villain.

“What’s the idea?” Your voice was shaky as he kisses and nipped at your jawline.

“Get on the bed.”

As Dabi took a step back you grabbed for your towel again, making sure it did not fall. You watched Dabi for a moment, wondering what he had planned for you. Dabi cocked a brow at you, waiting for you to move. You didn’t wait for him to repeat himself, you didn’t want him to repeat himself.

You followed his orders and sat at the end of your bed. He walked towards you and dropped down to his knees, giving you a devilish grin. He placed his hands beside your thighs and looked up at you with a hunger you hadn’t seen before.

“Dabi, what are you doing?”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“C’mon,” you whined at him, “this isn’t fair.”

“I won’t count that, because I’m feeling generous right now, but as soon as I get to work you’d better hold back those intoxicating moans.”

You only blinked down at Dabi. He sat in front of you, unmoving, waiting for you lean back and remove your towel. When you just sat there, in a stunned silence, Dabi pushed himself up to your level, his lips ghosting over yours.

“We don’t have to do this princess,  we can just make out if ya want-”

“No!” Your voice rose quite dramatically, and you silently hoped neither of your roommates had heard you. “I want this.”

You weren’t about to back down from a challenge. You were going to win and Dabi was going to be a sore loser, you had already planned it out in your head. You weren’t going to make a single sound and as soon as you got the chance you were going to return the favor tenfold, and Dabi was going to be a moaning mess, that’s just how it was going to be.

“Okay,” Dabi nodded, “lay back and relax then babydoll.”

You bit the inside of your lip as you slowly moved the towel away from your body. You leaned back, laying on the damp towel, the cool air nipping at your exposed skin. Dabi’s hands slid from the bed and onto your thighs, pulling them apart.

“God, you’re already so wet for me, babe.”

Your face started heating up, “You keep talking, does that not count?”

“No, this is my game, I make the rules...”

He gripped your thighs, and moved closer to you. You leaned up a little and watched as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your right thigh. You could feel your entire body heating up as he nipped at the soft flesh.

You fell back on the bed and covered your face with your hands, holding in a squeal as Dabi bit down on your skin.

“Baby,” Dabi pulled away from you, “you gotta watch me.”

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage. You nodded at him and pushed yourself up onto your forearms. You took in a deep breath as Dabi returned his attention back to your thighs. As he kissed your left thigh, he rubbed soft circled with his thumb into the other one.

You were about to become the moaning mess.

You bit your tongue, holding back a moan as his fingers moved further up your thigh and towards your folds. As he left love bites on your thighs, one of his fingers pushed inside of you. Your back arched and your toes curled at the sudden warmth. Dabi slowly pushed another finger inside of you and began pumping in and out.

You grasped the bed sheets, balling them into your fists as Dabi moved his mouth closer towards your throbbing pussy. His thumb started to rub soft circles over your clit and you fought back a whine.

Your hips bucked upwards and Dabi pressed them back into the bed, he could tell your orgasm was coming. Your body tensed and your back arched further upwards. You grasped at the bedsheets and Dabi quickly removed his fingers.

You sucked in air through your teeth and sat up quickly, glaring at Dabi. You didn’t dare make a sound, you weren’t going to lose. Dabi shook his head at you and smirked. He pressed your hips down onto the bed, his grip on you tightening. You swallow hard and wait for whatever is coming next.

Dabi lowers himself to you and his tongue slowly slides up your pussy. You twitch under him, your hips unable to buck upward. He pressed you further into you mattress and push down the cry trying to make its way out of your mouth.

Bruises were definitely being made, you had no care in that moment though. All you wanted was release and you were praying that Dabi could give you that.

“Y/N!” A loud yell came from the other side of your door. “It’s been ten minutes, you done yet?”

Dabi seemed to show no care for your roommate. He continued to lap you up, carefully and slowly pressing his tongue into you. His tongue slid up and pressed against your clit and you writhed beneath him. Your bed squeaked.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. I can hear your bed. I just need one opinion please help me!”

You were too focused on watching Dabi eat you out to even answer. Dabi looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and pulled away, once again, “Answer her.” He whispered to you, before moving back to your soaked pussy.

“What?” You managed to speak without fault, at first.

“I need to know which dress I should wear! The black, sparkly one, or the short, skimpy red one?”

Your nails dug into your palm as you struggled to even remember what those dresses looked like, “The- The red one!” Your voice cracked.

“Thank you!”

As she ran off you threw yourself back on your bed. Dabi shoved two fingers inside of you again and started sucking on your clit. You leaned back and grabbed a pillow, throwing it over your face as your orgasm started to hit.

Your hips rolled and your leg jutted up, rubbing against the bulge in Dabi’s pants. Dabi moaned into your pussy, causing you orgasm to finally hit. You tensed up, your toes curling and your back arching. You let out a load moan into the pillow and string of curses left your mouth.

Dabi was quick to pull away, but you were still riding you high so you didn’t care too much in the moment. You relaxed back into your bed and pulled the pillow from your face. You panted, catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling.

“You lost,” You breathed out.

No response.

You looked up to find Dabi now standing at the end of you bed. His arms were crossed and his eye were narrowed.

“You moaned first.”

Still nothing.

The front door of your apartment slammed and Dabi sat down on your bed, “Who left?”

You cocked your head, still dizzy from the earlier orgasm, you were trying to wrap you head around what he was saying, “Um, both my roommates.”

“Good,” Was all he could say. You furrowed your brows and sat up, your feet touching the cold, hardwood floor.

“Are we going to ignore the fact that you lost? You definitely moaned when I rubbed against your crotch.”

“You’re in trouble now.”

You weren’t sure what was about to happen, but if it was anything like what you had just experienced, you were sure you wouldn’t mind.

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabi x you #mha #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha scenario #beth writes #aaaa i hope you like this!! #im still getting used to writing smut #and still trying to get dabi down #hope i did him justice <3

[parspicle]

Drabble #Bonus: Error and Ink playing Minecraft together. Survival mode, no Creative available

Word count: 1,681

Ink, in the middle of a fight, grabbed Error by the hood. He dragged the poor glitch into a portal while he struggled and shouted, “What the hell, Ink?!”

“Come on, let’s play Minecraft,” Ink shrugged.

“what.”

“Minecraft! The fight’s getting boring.”

“You can’t just, you can’t just! What?!”

“Plus, Dream, Cross, and Pale are playing and I wanted to play, but you decided to, fuckin’, try to destroy shit. You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit!”

“Well, too bad, fuck you! Suffer!”

A couple of minutes later, Error was sitting next to Ink, very unhappily, with a laptop open with Minecraft on the screen.

“Why the hell did I agree to this?”

“It’s better than fighting the one and only love of your life?” 

“It’s worse!”

“Fuck you too!”

Error leaned over and kissed Ink’s cheek. Ink smiled and opened up the game on his own computer. He and Error joined Dream’s server.

Cats_Dont_Glitch joined the game.

AcePainter joined the game.

I got ruru to join X3

if you call me that ever again I’m getting a divorce

were not even married

yet 

ill divorce you from life

error what the fUCK is your name

awww it;s cute!!!

im on board for banning ink if he ever talks like that again :)

what noooo

I am

l e a v i n g

not allowed

Error pressed Escape. Ink caught his hand before he could press Save and Quit to Title. Ink begged, “Come on, please? It’ll be fun! I promise!”

Error stared. Ink stared back. 

Error broke, and sighed, “Fine.”

“Hell yes!”

HE’S STAYING BOIS

hell yes 

.pvp false

fuck

WAIT NO DONT TURN PVP OFF

YOU’RE GONNA KILL ERROR

I WON’T

PVP’S FUN

don’t turn it off I’m begging yku

you

guys don’t bully him he’s gonna leave

it’s off

nOOOOOOO

ha

you would have killed him too

lies

>:(

sorry I’ll stop bullying pale 

no promises for error

Cats_Dont_Glitch tried to swim in lava

paletheskeleton was pushed off a cliff by xX_cr055_Xx

crOSS.

ha.

Ink leaned back from his laptop and looked over at Error’s screen, muttering, “Oh my god,” as he saw it, which was filled with Cross chasing him with a sword.

Error whined, “I’m being bullied.” 

“I… can see that!” 

dream can you slap cross for me he’s bullying Error

CROSS

I’M DOING NO SUCH THING

i’M SITTING NEXT TO ERROR I CAN SEE YOU CHASING HIM

  cross

honey

dear

love of my life

I’m a mod

I can see your messages to him.

what messages

you messaged error

and called him a bitch

did I

I think it was pale

was not

damnit take the hit for me ONCE

u did this to urself

i did not

error’s just a bitch

im leaving

error wait

no

I’m sorry about him 

Error’s cursor hovered over the exit button while Ink continued to beg him to not to leave.

“Please, Error, it’ll be fun! I promise Cross will stop bullying you. There are cats! I’ll help you build a castle with a bunch of cats in it if you stay, okay?”

Error stared at Ink. Ink widened his eyes, got tears to well up, and twisted his mouth into a frown. “Please…?”

Error stared at him. Ink gazed back, lip quivering. Error sighed and went back into the game.

i got guilt tripped into staying

heck yes!!!

i hate you

luv u too bb

Ink leaned over, back to smiling, and kissed Error on the cheek. Error rolled his eyes.

did he do the hewwo voice

that’s a good idea

but no

I just cried at him

hes v convincing

ha nice

“So… what do you do?”

“You sorta just… go around creating things! And, uh, surviving.”

“Surviving?”

oh shit boiz

baby’s nightfall

did you just call me a baby

dream says I have to say “no”

Error scowled.

Cross stop being a bitchass motherfuck

Ink rolled his eyes. “He’s such an asshole sometimes. I’m not sure how Dream is dating both him and Pale.”

Error shrugged, “Maybe he sees stoic, emotionless ‘bitchass motherfucks’, as you so eloquently put it, and goes, ‘oh shit. I gotta fuck that’.”

Ink couldn’t control his laughter. He laughed and laughed, and his head ended up between Error’s chin and shoulder. He smiled and looked up at the love of his life. “You really live up to the nickname of ‘the universe destroying manbaby’.”

“I’m sorry, the nickname of what.”

Ink wove his hand back and forth- “Nothing! Forget I said anything!”

“What? No! The hell is that nickname?!”

Ink shrugged. 

ink just called me a universe destroying manbaby.

cross. Explain.

;) 

no idea what you’re talking about.

you better watch your fucking back

I thought we agreed we weren’t going tell him that

sorry

I slipped up :( 

you weren’t going to tell me??

the hell babe >:(

look can we please just forget this so we can play?? 

I just wanna play minceraft and be gay :(

fine

Error sighed, “I really hate you sometimes.”

“I love you, too!”

After around two hours of Error and Ink making fun of each other, they managed to go out into the world and build a dirt house.

hru two doin

good, i think

can I come see

no

dont be a fuck

y o u dont be a fuck >:( 

k im going over

cross

no!

cross

yes

pale says yes

stop bullying error!!

im not

im bullying ink

wait no 

go back to bullying error

:( 

can we see y o u r house first?

sure.

Ink went over to see where Dream, Cross and Pale had set up their base. What met him was the three, along with their complicated, towering tree house, stuck up in a jungle tree. Birds were on the fences, there were cats on the beds, and flower pots on the tables.

holy shIT 

;)

it was mostly pale!!

and u

awwww that’s v sweet

it’s wrong! But sweet

I don’t think I want you guys to see my house now.

error you might wanna see this

im good

id rather hang out with these cats.

Understandable! Can you tame one and then bring them back??

no 

:(

please?

fine

y’all can like. Go to our house soon if you want :)

Cross ran over, Dream following closely behind. The pair stared at the tiny house the two had made. It was around 4-6 blocks tall, 10 blocks wide, and 10 blocks long. Error’s cats were in the house, along with two basic beds, and nothing else.

you’ve done

only this

in two hours

this is my first time playing minecraft with ink

oh awww

were you two too busy kissing to focus ;)

yes.

nO

ERRORS LYING THE ANSWER IS TEA

tea.

tea

tea

tea.

tea.

Error smiled to himself. Ink freaked out at the sight of Error’s genuine smile and started typing. 

HE’S SMILING

WHAT TAKE A PICTURE

lies

error can’t SMILE

ykw fuck you all

also ink stfu

NEVER YOUR SMILE’S ADORABLE

>:( I don’t sMILE

I bet your smile’s wonderful, error :) 

I DONT SMILE

you do and its cute

I do NOT

accept it

you’re adorable

shtu up

Ink went to type something, and then stopped. He looked over at Error, whose amount of glitches were heightened. He stopped typing. He blinked.

“Hey, you okay?”

Error shook his head.

“Want me to stop?”

Error nodded his head.

“Alright.”

hey were gonna log off for a bit

we’re just gonna walk

ok!! I hope you two have fun with that!!

Cats_Dont_Glitch has left the game.

AcePainter has left the game.

Error took a deep breath. He took in the deep, sparkling stars, calming himself down.

Ink managed to find the words for, “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You asked me to stop and I didn’t stop. I know better than that.” 

Error turned to face Ink. He smiled. “It’s fine because you know what you did wrong. And you apologized for it. And I love you.”

#Minecraft #Errink #PaleCream #I love that ship name #though it's mostly cream I guess #Pale!Sans #Ink!Sans #Error!Sans #Dream!Sans #Cross!Sans #Prompts #ANON ILY #Anonymous

[the-bjd-community-confess]

More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

/s

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous 

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 10)

"Cut 'Em"

Back at Colson's, everyone is still in full swing. Making the quiet ride back, with Luna and Colson simply resting upon each other, even nicer. Foster the People's Torches is bumping, helping the weed smoke roll through out the house. Colson, Luna, Baze and Slim are sitting at the kitchen table about to play spades, surrounded by girls. Mod, Pete and Ashleigh are playing Mario Kart in the living room. Surrounded by girls. Benny, Phem and a few others are out by the pool with more girls. The scene looks as if they brought all of VIP back with them.

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"So you think you can throw cards?" Slim says to Luna, eyeing her while he shuffles.

"I've sliced some hands off with a spade or two before." She says leaning back. After she takes a swig of her beer, she says "My cut."

"Sure." Slim slides the cards to the middle of the table.

Luna cuts the cards. Slim deals.

"Yo. Slim looks like he wants to fuck her up. He BIG mad she took me as her partner. My girl better walk as hard as she talks, Boy..." Colson thinks to himself watching the two of them.

Slim deals. Luna looks at her hand. She's got 5 solid and a possible 6. "First hand bid it's self?" She asks.

Slim looks a little surprised. "Yeah."

"Alright, on me. You ready?" She asks Colson.

"Get it, Kitty." He tells her.

She opens it up with the ace of hearts.

"Ok." Baze says throwing low.

Luna and Colson play off each other magnetically. One look. She walks all 6 books easily. He pulls another 3. "Just a preview." She smirks at Slim as she begins to shuffle.

"Well, if I had my PARTNER." Slim emphasises. Lighting up another joint.

"Whoah!" Throws out Baze. "You didnt pull shi.."

Luna interrupts him. "You want him, take him." She says, extending her arm across the table at Colson, turning her head. One look. Looking back, "I'll whoop both your asses." She taunts Slim with a half smile.

"Aight, bet. Switch places with me."

"Y'all are REALLY outta pocket." Laughs Colson. Watching them playfully bicker.

"Fine. It's still my shuffle tho." She says getting up. As she sits down, she leans over to kiss Colson. "I'm sorry, Bunny." She grins at him. Then she looks across to Baze. "You ready to run these hoes, Partner." She says swigging her beer.

The three of them look a her for a second before erupting into laughter. "THAT is definitely YOUR GIRL." Slim states. Luna swigs her beer again before she begins to shuffle.

After they bid, Slim throws the ace of clubs to start. It should've walked but Luna slices it with the 4 of spades. He looks at her. "You wanted your partner." She shrugs laughing.

"This is true, Bro." Colson backs her up, shrugging too.

"Fuck you both." Slim laughs.

It's a fun game. There's a lot of laughter and shit talking. Surprise books walk and others that are supposed to, end up cut. Luna and Colson play footsy under the table. It's not a massacre but Luna and Baze take Colson and Slim by 200 points.

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"Good game. Where'd you learn to play like that?" Slim asks afterwards, impressed, as they light up cigarettes outside. They can see the sun begin to dance.

"I did a summer at Crossroads." She says exhaling, leaning against the house.

"What, like summer camp?"

Luna laughs. "No. Like maximum security juvie." She says taking another drag.

"REALLY?" Slim cocks his head towards her. "YOU and your 5 high to a knee high. For what?"

Luna chuckles at his metaphor. "A knee high though?" Crossing her ankles as she leans.

He shrugs. "For real tho, what cha do?"

"I picked up something like 96 charges. Multiple accounts on most, so some of them don't count. It ranged from terroristic threatening, 2nd degree assault, fleeing, resisting arrest..." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "Annnnd assault on an officer and possession and intent. I believe." She finishes, taking a drag off of her Newport.

"God Damn, Girl!!! What you do all that for? His face scrunched up.

She throws her hands out as if, I don't know, as she looks at him. "Enh. These two bitches jumped my friend. So, I jumped em back with a Louisville, after picking up." She takes another drag. "I feel like they trumped up the charges because it was on school property."

"Not because of the Louisville?" Slim laughs. He puts his cigarette out. "You know," he says pointing at her "I wasn't sure about you at first but you aight." He nods his head. Agreeing with himself.

"Thanks. That means a lot and is important as Colson's best friend." She says honestly, taking her final drag before putting her cigarette out too. "I'm glad we got a chance to hang out." He agrees.

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Slim sticks around outside admiring the sunrise.

"Rook was right, she is quick and funny as fuck.... Can hang too...Shooo.... The way she cut them books.... Kells'll be good if she's as hard as she's coming off to be..... At least she seems to be living up to the hype after the all years he fucking sweated her." He thinks, lighting one last Newport.

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Walking inside Luna stretches wide and yawns, looking around for Colson. Things are surprisingly quiet. She finds him in the kitchen eating a cold fried chicken leg. "Ahhhh!!! Tell me you have more. I am starvingggg." She whines.

"YES." He proudly shoves one her way with paper towels.

"You. Are a God." He leans down so she can kiss him on the cheek. She then hops onto the kitchen counter and begins to eat her chicken. "So," she says swinging her bare feet "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

He walks towards her, she's still swinging her feet until he gets close enough that they rest on his naked stomach. He looks down. "You wanna get fucked right here?" One look.

She smirks and looks around " I mean...." She says biting into her chicken, shrugging. "I am trying to eat this chicken tho."

He laughs "You want another peice?"

"Yeeeeessss pleeease. This shit is slammen'."

As they hang out eating their chicken together, he says to her "Tomorrow's gonna be chill... I'm picking Cas up Sunday morning." He takes her finished chicken and throws it away. Walking back to her, he continues "I meant what I said. I want you to meet her. Maybe we can go out to dinner." He says moving to in between her thighs. One look. Pulling her across the counter, up against him. She puts her hands on his collar bones.

"HOLY FUCK MY LIFE. SHE'S GONNA HATE ME." Panics Luna mentally.

"I don't think that's how you meet kids, Bunny." She says to him, shaking her head. "Especially if you want them to like you." She laughs lightly. "Doooo you want my completely uneducated thoughts?" She asks.

"Always." He responds kissing her.

"I think, you should hang out with her first, and then maybe tell her about me when you feel it's right annd then ask HER if she'd like to meet me. Wherever she'd like." She's looking at him seriously. "Buuuuut I vote Disneyland." Luna smiles widely, raising her hand.

"I vote Universal." He says pushing her arm down with his now raised arm.

"You're an idiot." She laughs, squirming as they weirdly arm battle.

"You the one who loves an idiot." Trying to move, trapped in her things, continuing to raise arm battle her. The sight of him makes her retreat, laughing loudly as he continues on his own, pleased by her laugher.

"I do love you" she smiles pulling his face towards hers. With this he also retreats into her hands. Kissing her wetly and deeply as her thighs tighten around him even more. His hands run through her long hair, down her back, onto her ass, pressing her hard against him. She drags her blue nails down his bare chest, before she slides her hands alongside her own body and pulls off her bra with her black sheer shirt off in one swoop. Although he could see her breasts all night, he was tired of the shirt and is pleased to see it go. He NEEDS to feel her skin right now. Both of them begin to take the other's pants off. His drop to the floor as she lifts herself up for him to slide hers off. He runs his index along her lips before dipping inside of her.

"You're always so wet for me, Kitten. I fucking love it." He says gnawing at her neck as he slowly works his huge cock deep into her pussy. "And tight." They both groan in pleasure as he makes his way into her fully. Arms wrapped tightly around each, sloppily tongue kissing. Their hips slam together as they grind and fuck each other, deep and hard on the kitchen counter. "You're such a dirty, little slut." He says in her ear.

"Who's dirty, little slut am I? She asks lowly, bucking against him harder.

"MINE." He says firmly, "You're MY dirty, little slut." Kissing her back on the mouth. His words excite both of them. They're both close to cuming as they fuck each other harder.

"And what are you going to do to me?" She pants.

"I'm going to fuck you wherever, whenever, however the fuck I WANNNNNT." He growls loudly, pulling her hair as he releases himself inside her, for the second time tonight.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!" his mind explodes. He knows he's drunk but if he's going to believe in religion. It's her fucking pussy. He decides.

The yank does it. She buries her face in his neck as she tries to muffle her squealing giggle as she cums with him. "Mmmmm...Colson." She purrs. "I love you."

After a few moment, they unwrap themselves and kiss sweetly. "I love you too, Luna." He says before lifting her off the countertop. They do a quick clean up job before he grabs her bag and they head upstairs together.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing. I wonder if anyone heard us. Probably. Oh well....... Thank Fuck, I stayed on birth control. I knew shit was gonna pop off between us but DAMN...."

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"That was fucking HOT. She wasn't lying. We do fuck like rabbits. How can I not with that fucking ASS!!" He refrains from biting her as he watches her ass bounce up the stairs. "And she fucking loves me." He thinks beaming, heart racing while admiring his view. "I've never came like that before...." his mind drifts watching her ass guide him.

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To be continued...

#mgk #mgk fanfic #fangirl #lovestory #machine gun kelly #mgk imagine #long reads #mgk smut #series #lunatic #love story #not safe for tumblr #not safe for minors #kitchen #drinking #drugs #mgk x reader #fantasy #fanfic #fandom #colson baker

[treeofonelife]

One of these days, I had too much time, too little inspiration and too little sleep, so: Welcome to the AU where the Court of Madness is somehow an mmorpg raid team! Exactly as functional as you would expect. But not to worry! To my experience, most mmorpg raid teams are exactly this much functional - or less. (BURN!)

Can you guess who is who?  Hint: Not only the nobles... Everybody brought their flock along.

[party][Jean]: Is everybody ready? [party][AasMod]: always ready  >;-) [party][Insidious]: ready? [party][leValen]: r! [party][ocul]: no, Spark said he is afk [party][Insidious]: damnit ryles [party][ocul]: Ryles is the best healer on the entire server, so you might as well stop whining. [party][Insidious]: believe it when i see it. you guys are all noobs saying you are pros [party][Jean]: That kind of prejudice does not always garner respect. [party][Insidious]: ok ok, just let's go already [party][leValen]: we'll totally fail this. i should lead. [party][AasMod]: sure as hell >;-) [party][leValen]: then gimme lead [party][AasMod]: No  0;-) [party][ocul]: Don't kid, we have an overlvl backup and an awesome healer :) we can't fail it [party][Jean]: I suppose we should go as soon as SparkRyles is back from afk. [party][leValen]: overlvl, you mean mod's favorite [party][Jean]: Hmm? [party][leValen]: yeah, everyone knows AasMod is friends with a moderator [party][leValen]: or he is one [party][leValen]: according to some [party][leValen]: op shit [party][Jean]: Now now, don't jump to consequences too quickly :) you will have to work for your loot either way. [party][SparkRyles]: the more backup the better :) re btw [party][ocul]: i think AasMod is afk too [party][Jean]: I'm not sure, but I can ask him. [party][Insidious]: we could at least kill the trash mobs the while. [party][leValen]: we can do this without him [party][Jean]: I have doubts about that. [party][leValen]: gimme lead [party][Insidious]: shut up, aasmod has the lead, can't give it up if he is afk. [party][leValen]: oh okay, true

[party][Insidious]: ocul stop pulling everything! [party][ocul]: me?? are you even tanking?! [party][Insidious]: and why am i not getting heals? [party][SparkRyles]: sorry i was afk coffee break [party][Insidious]: you said you were already back from afk. [party][SparkRyles]: well i am now :) [party][Insidious]: for 10 more minutes i guess -.- [party][SparkRyles]: yea, if my friend gets stuck standing in line in the store again [party][Insidious]: whatt??????? [party][SparkRyles]: i asked him to buy chips on the way when he comes over but lives only 2 mins away [party][leValen]: ...we are trying to raid here... [party][SparkRyles]: yea, and he wanted to watch :) [party][SparkRyles]: and doesn't have an acc [party][leValen]: f u ryles [party][ocul]: watch your language!! [party][Jean]: Really, let’s stay civilized. Please. [party][AasMod]: yes mom 0;-D [party][Insidious]: are you back from afk, aasmo? [party][AasMod]: no >;D [party][SparkRyles]: we can go anyway, if you insist. i trust you, Insid :) [party][Insidious]: i think we should wait for him. i don’t think the others are skilled enough [party][Insidious]: didn’t even show stats and all. [party][SparkRyles]: okay :) [party][Jean]: A good decision. [party][SparkRyles]: this boss design is whack anyway. "guy who is an armor"? and all of it the same gray?? come ooon... I've seen better. [party][SparkRyles]: remember that spider demon bitch at the end of the lvl 10 dungeon? the THAT was design. 10/10! rawr! hehe [party][Insidious]: are you seriously rating boss monsters in a game according to how sexy they are?? [party][SparkRyles]: y not? [party][leValen]: ugh... [party][AasMod]: Good Going  0;-D [party]Insidious]: CAN we go now? [party][SparkRyles]: brb smoke break [party][Insidious]: what???? you just came back from afk!! [party][SparkRyles]: yes and we didn’t start, and my friend arrived and he is gonna murderface me if i don't go out to smoke with him so brb [party][Insidious]: i'm going to murderface you if you don't heal me and i have a sword to use for that. [party][SparkRyles]: lol [party][SparkRyles]: well he has a khanjar. and 2 full chain mail armors, and a dagger in the making. he came over to show me the dagger. he is a creative anachronism reconst artist [party][Insidious]: ... [party][Jean]: An interesting hobby.

[party][ocul]: AasMod what are you doing??? we weren’t supposed to pull yet, until Insid says so! [party][Jean]: I believe he simply ran out of patience. I do not blame him. [party][leValen]: toooooldyaaaaaa [party][leValen]: nobody but a mod can just solo that, i toldya i toldya i toldya [party][Insidious]: okay shut up we all knew [party][SparkRyles]: duh just let him :) we get ahead sooner. [party][SparkRyles]: and i like the fight scene :) [party][Insidious]: cool, got to admit that. [party][Insidious]: Spark, wanna be my pocket healer? just afk a bit less. [party][SparkRyles]: sure. :3

And to absolutely no popular demand and just because @primepotato is cool, here are some of the SI!Household members three-manning a lowbie dungeon (or... Are They? >) ). You are welcome, dear :P

[party][OliveR]: i don't think i can do this :/ [party][Treetotaler]: Come on, man! I'll back you up. Of course you can do it! [party][Treetotaler]: It may go slow, but we have time. :) I can heal you through it, I promise. [party][LEaf]: OH HAI your favorite dps arrived! [party][OliveR]: last i checked you didn't have any dps to speak of -.- [party][LEaf]: but i can cc! and dot! [party][OliveR]: that is still not dps.

[party][LEaf]: oooo woww... there you go, dps :3 [party][OliveR]: WTF [party][OliveR]: i didn't figure him for a dps cleric! [party][OliveR]: a fucking close combat one too [party][LEaf]: hahaha just go pull aggro [party][LEaf]: I'll heal yu [party][LEaf]: stand closer so he doent get hit [party][OliveR]: ... [party][LEaf]: thats it d00d [party][LEaf]: kewl! [party][OliveR]: with a dps cleric like that, and a bard for a heal [party][OliveR]: we might as well do it [party][LEaf]: o shuddup ur a gladiator too lol [party][LEaf]: not pure tank [party][LEaf]: yayy multitalent!! xd [party][OliveR]: i hate y'all -.-

#crack fic #shivering isles #fanfic #court of madness #au #tw:substance abuse #tw:alcochol abuse

[jayde-sketchin-moved]

Story time about Amino

Just feel like sharing this cause I’m still really salty about it, and if you figure out who it is then please don’t attack the user. Hopefully they’ve learned by now, and if not then that’s their problem so there’s no point is attacking them. And if you don’t care about a story like this, then just keep scrolling and I hope you have a good day.

There was one community I was part of ages ago and quite a few people posted some... spicy stuff there. That kind of stuff wasn’t allowed on Amino, but community mods let it slide because they flat out didn’t care (they admitted they as much in a psa after all this happened). So one user came along, originally from Wattpad but some similar shit happened there, so they moved to AO3 and Amino. Well almost all of what they posted was REALLY spicy stuff. The kind of stuff that would get you shunned in the community, like r*pe centered fanfics. Yet everyone there supported them because they hid behind the idea of them “starting a conversation about it” and “I’m a victim of this, so I can’t be glorifying it or fetishizing it” Yes you can. It’s rare, but it is able to happen. In this case writing about it could’ve been used as a coping method, which is understandable. Though that doesn’t excuse the fact they posted it to a PUBLIC ONLINE WEBSITE/APP TARGETED AT KIDS.

Their fanfiction in general was very well written, and they do have the right to write about whatever they please so long as it isn’t illegal. (And to my knowledge writing about r*pe isn’t illegal, just the real act and conspiracy of it is.) BUT Amino doesn’t allow naughty spicy stuff no matter how tame it is because it’s an app for kids age 12+. And most times if you’re posting that kind of stuff, it would result in a ban. So because of what they posted, they got banned. So they made a second account to come back and say they got banned. And then proceeded to whine and complain about how “wrong” it was for them to get banned. Using the “freedom of expression and speech” card, the other two reasons I said already, and that Amino violated their rights as a person. And they had also said that the community mods allowed it, so it was fine. And that there’s “whole communities meant for this stuff, so why do they get a pass?” Easy answer: THEY DONT. They don’t get a pass, so this one user doesn’t either. They aren’t an exception. The only exception I’ve found is if it was meant for educational purposes. But even then its a fine line that easy to fall off of. (For example: Artists we’re allowed to post their figure drawings, despite it being educational and most times in no way meant to arouse or be sexualised. All because if they had something a simple as a nipple in their drawing, their posts were flagged and taken down.)

Everyone kinda just had this mob mentality about it and shitted on Amino for it. Hell, even a few of the mods joined in. (Hate speech was something else that violated Community Guidelines and Amino Guidelines, yet they got away with it :/) They praised the user for “standing up against these injustices” when really all they were was a whiny crybaby that couldn’t admit they messed up by breaking the rules and refused to face the consequences. Nobody took a step back, did a simple fact check, and correct the user. I already knew the guidelines (I tried to start a community with a friend at the time) but I’m a fucking coward that’s scared of confrontation and was already on my way out of the fandom entirely at that point, so I kept my mouth shut to avoid unnecessary drama on my end and moved on to better things.

Moral of the story: Don’t break the rules and the refuse to face the consequences. Or alternatively; Your actions have consequences, so don’t be a bitch baby when you need to own up to what you did.

#i was really dissappointed with them at the time #they have so much potential to be an amazing author #then they do something like this and i lose all respect for them

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The tips of Moira's nails graze your scalp and make you shudder deliciously. Your body greedily presses against hers, as if trying desperately to leech the warmth from her skin. She coos at you, calls you "cute", calls you "dear" and "darling".

And "hers".

You purr for her, press your head into her waiting palm, wrap your arms around her nonexistent waist. Oh, how far you have fallen, how pathetic you are now. To kiss up to your captor in more ways than one, and to love every second of the attention. You really are her pet now, crying and whining when she's gone too long, tripping over yourself to feel her touch, even for a second. Something breaks within you when she's near, a switch that snaps on at the cost of your dignity.

Your lips brush hers, cutting her off mid-sentence. You revel in the silence, learning to love the taste of herbal cigarettes and stale coffee.

You don't sleep with her, you aren't that broken, no, not yet. Even if you were, her movements seem stiff, labored, as if she were in pain. There are places all across her body, too tender for you to touch. She hisses and snaps when you do. You understand.

She's gotten weirder lately, mostly physically. Her biolume is almost hideously bright, now. The tips of her ears are knife-like, and the sharpness of her teeth? Terrifying. Alluring. She's a funhouse mirror mimicry of you, like the assassin she sent to steal you away. You try not to think about it, thinking about it always leaves you sobbing in the shower long after dark, long after the 15 minute timer has shut the water off.

Today, your time together is brisk, to the point. You press your face into her bony chest and rumble while she plays with your hair and whispers about nothing in particular just, whispers. About her day, about the other faculty, about you. Mostly you. You don't pay attention to what she's saying half the time, too busy forcing yourself to imagine her as someone else, anyone else. It doesn't work most of the time. She asks you questions about your body, your makeup, your mods. She asks you if your prison is to your liking, if anything can be improved.

You bite your tongue and shut your eyes, you've already asked for so much. She wants you to ask for more. This feels like a trap, like each favor you ask for is going to need to be paid back with interest. But still, she untangles your tongue with her own, loosens your lips with sweet kisses. You tell her you miss the sky, you tell her that you are bored in your cage. You tell her that you miss coloring your hair. She tells you that she will fix things, make things better for you. You are unsure why she would go to these lengths just to please you. Does she really love you, or does she just love your silence?

You are lonely when she leaves, you hate that you are. You hate that you miss her. Nothing alleviates your boredom today, not Youtube, not Tumblr, nothing.

The masked lackeys (you've started calling them "Jerries") come in to clean your room around lunch, they change your sheets, disinfect your bathroom. You are scanned and looked over, one hesitantly ruffles your ears. You behave. You don't bite. But you do give them a look that clearly states that under different circumstances you'd split them up the middle and bite out their heart.

They don't touch you again. They pack up their things and leave. You sit on the floor and eat your lunch in peace, listening to Spotify over the speakers of your laptop. At least you have that. The censoring is aggressive, spiteful at times, but done in real time. As you thoughtfully chew on the remains of some poor songbird, you think to yourself a series of devious thinky-thoughts that are soon interrupted by the familiar jingling of the walls melting open to let someone through.

Cold silver and black eyes stare back at you, set in in a face so ghostly pale, it looks corpselike. You remember that face, you've seen it every time your life has gone to shit recently. Any fear you might have felt is quickly swallowed by rabid, feral anger.

Charon watches your expression twist in displeasure and distrust with her personal brand of practiced boredom. That's all you two do for quite some time, stare hatefully at each other, in unfathomable silence.

Your hackles are raised, but can you really do much else? You wrack your brain for answers.

Have they finally gotten tired of your requests?

Is your "academic assistance" no longer required?

Is she here to kill you?

Can she kill you?

Has your Luck finally run dry, dooming you to all the deaths you thought you'd escaped?

Charon takes a step inside, and you bare your teeth like a cornered animal. She smiles, just a little. A concerning upwards twitch of the corners of her mouth, made all the more malevolent by her resting bitch face. She looks like someone that delighted in pulling the legs off of insects as a child, and you don't plan on being her new plaything.

Your movements are clunky and slow, dragged down by your unnatural weight. Even if you could get the drop on her, what would you even do? Charon takes another step towards you, slow and deliberate. She gazes at you the same way a trainer gazes at an unruly animal, a thing to be broken. You circle each other like wolves, hackles raised, teeth bared. You're both itching for a fight that never comes. You are interrupted by a gruff, smoker's rumble of a voice, telling the two of you to knock it off. In the blackened, toothless maw of the doorway stands a woman, well muscled and impossibly ancient. Truly she looks no older than 40, but she exudes this aura of existence that feels like she's been here since humans were crawling among the muck, banging rocks together, and she'll continue to be when humanity have devoured this tender little rock and turn their endless appetites to the stars.

The name on her ID badge reads "S. Belmont". She sets her empty, cold eyes on you and you feel the fear of a thousand thousand generations of night-creatures, flinching at whip-cracks and sword-blows. You feel the fear of the darkened, impossible to find places where your bones will be hidden away and studied.

Yes, you know of the Belmonts, everyone knows of the Belmonts. Monster hunters, vampire killers, those that stalk the Night herself. You have never been afraid of them until now, until this one set her eyes on you. She has killed the fight in you with only a look, leaving little more than stunned prey in her wake. 

She turns her eyes on Charon, voice as biting as a whip, "Do your job, or I'll do it for you." a threat, a warning. A promise.

Charon grabs you by the scruff and starts to march you out of your cell, past the Belmont with the cold cold eyes without a word. The hallway beyond is blacker than black, even your less-than-spectacular night vision is useless here. She marches you into an elevator, visible as only a sliver of light in the blackness. It takes you up and up and up, past countless floors you cannot see. She takes you to a place buzzing with activity.

There are people here, people like you. People with fantastical cybernetics and animal ears, with odd eyes and gems in their skin. All dressed in white, with heavy collars at their throats. They sit and lounge, chat and smile, watching the massive screens on the walls, sitting in front of glorious sloping windows.

You are roughly tugged away before you can get a good look at anything. Dragged off to some room full of windows, a humid indoor garden with a ceiling of glass. The plants here are silent strangers that you cannot speak to, but that doesn't stop you from crying when Charon lets you go. You fall face down among the daisies and sob, rolling on your back to watch the rain drops glitch on the glass in the endless emerald afternoon.

#ic #action post #enclosures #ask to tag

[kpopsmutfactory]

NSFW Alphabet - Jeon Jungkook. ♡

A - Aftercare

I will take about this more further down, but he's basically very tired after sex. Even though he would want to do something sweet for you like preparing a bath etc, he would just be too sleepy at most times. His aftercare would probably be some cuddles and sweet kisses on the top of your head while he hugged you to his chest.

B - Body part

He likes his thigh the most about himself, and he would like his S/O's hands, because of a lot of reasons actually. He would be able to hold and play with them, but you could also make him feel really good with your hands. He would probably also enjoy placing small kisses onto your knuckles whenever he gets the chance. :')

C - Cum

He seems to like things to be clean and tidy, so cumming on your belly or something wouldn't really be his cup of tea. He'd prefer to cum inside of you, mouth, hole or whatever, as long as surroundings doesn't get messy.

D - Dirty secret

In the beginning, when he's new and haven't had much experience, I feel like there would be a lot of things he would like to try out with you, but he would basically be too shy to mention it. Like, he wouldn't have a specfic dirty secret that he never told you about, instead having smaller ones that he eventually tells you about or you figure them out somehow lol.

E - Experience

Probably not much experience, but would gladly try out a lot of things that his S/O likes! I feel like he would try to learn new things and also like he's kind of interested in learning more about it. Mostly because he wants his S/O to feel good hehe.

F - Favorite position

Jungkook would probably enjoy it when you ride him. He gets a good view of your body, yet he could easily take control and thrust up into you, holding onto your hips and guide you through a perfect pace.

G - Goofy

Once he got more comfortable and less nervous in general, I feel like he would be probably goofy at times. Like not 24/7, but maybe when he's a little sleepy and accidentally says some weird shit and you both just end up laughing. And oh, when he's having sex while being drunk- he would probably giggle a lot too.

H - Hair

He likes things to be plain and clean, so to me he seems like someone to probably trim his hair a little bit. For his S/O, he would just want them to be comfortable but would maybe prefer them to trim, shave and such like that.

I - Intimacy

I feel like he got two mods- either his very sweet and you have the softest vanilla sex with bunch of kisses and giggles haha. Or- he's on the rougher side and fucks you hard from behind, pulling at your hair roughly.

J - Jack off

He's pretty young and when his S/O isn't around and can help him out when he's feeling in the mood- he'd probably jack off. He tries to hold back and not do it, but sometimes he just has to.

K - Kinky

Jungkook would probably be into most things, if his S/O really enjoyed them. He's open to try out new things with his loved one and as long as he knew that his S/O were okay, I think he could be a little kinky sometimes.

L - Location

Jungkook would be all about having sex in the bedroom where he could lock the door and it would only be the two of you. Maybe take it a little further and have it on the couch sometimes or even in the shower, but he likes to make you feel comfy so the bed is his on 1st place. And oh- sex would always happen at your place, he would never dare to try doing something sex-related at the dorm, jfc.

M - Motivation

To me it seems like it's pretty easy make him motivated and turned on. Just sneakily place a hand on his thigh and squeeze, then BAAM. Or kiss his neck out of nowhere! He would for feel frustrated and want more of you, so don't start something that you don't plan to finish. ;)

N - No

Jungkook wouldn't like sex that includes body fluids as vomit, blood etc. I don't see him as someone who likes it when there's saliva everywhere either like, of course it can be hard to avoid but he would prefer if everything was rather clean. I know that some other people have written this too but I don't see him as someone who would enjoy a daddy kink that much either, like if you called him that he would probably be rather turned off and pull out for the night. He also doesn't like to call you things like "whore, bitch, slut".

O - Oral

As mentioned above about saliva- he's not that positive about it. But he'd like to please his S/O with his mouth and have them do the same to him, he just wouldn't want it to be too messy if that makes sense haha.

P - Pace

I feel like Jungkook would get pretty eager once he gets into it, which means that he will be pretty fast. He would probably have a little trouble holding back because of this, and would try to slow down from time to time as he wanted those times with you last longer.

Q - Quicky

As I mentioned above - being a little eager and desperate from time to time, I don't think this would be a problem for him. At least as long as you two are at home and let's say, do a quicky before heading out somewhere. But he would never do it out in public, then it's worth to wait until you're home.

R - Risk

I don't see him as someone taking many risks, like he's way too anxious for that, such a little baby haha....

S - Stamina

Jungkook seems like someone who would have very good stamina and he would be able to go for multiple times as long as he got a tiny break in between.

T - Toy

I think he would be very into using his own body, because he liked the fact that he was making you feel good with it haha. But he would be kind of curious about some toys and probably read a lot of reviews HAHA. If he's S/O is into toys, he would probably be into them as well, wanting to try out new things with you.

U - Unfair

When Jungkook has gotten confident, I do see him as someone who would tease you a little. Not too much though, because it's probably hard for him to hold back when you whine for him to just fuck you. Other than that I don't see him doing anything unfair.

V - Volume

He would be kind of loud at times, as letting out moans and gasp out of pleasure as you're for example giving him a head. Also a lot of HEAVY BREATHING, especially when he's getting close, oh lord. If he hasn’t seen you in a long time and he’s really wound up, he might let out the tiniest whine, but he’d deny it afterwards.

W - Wildcard

Yes, Jungkook is probably a wild card. I feel like he would get pretty jealous at times and when he does- oh boy. Let's say you were outside on a date and some guy flirted with you. Jungkook may have been awkward and quiet about it in the very moment, but once you guys come home he'd be all over you, pinning you to the closest wall and take your breath away by his rough kisses as his hands roamed over your body. ;))

X - X-Ray

I think that Jungkook is a little more on the bigger side, not that he's massive but definitely bigger than average.

Y - Yearning:

Of course he would think about sex at times, but not 24/7 and honestly it wouldn't be time for that because he has a busy fucking schedule haha. But he would indeed make time for you whenever he can and sometimes he would just be longing after you and your touch.

Z - Zzz...

I think he's one of those people who fall asleep rather fast after sex. I think he wants to cuddle you and stuff but he would just be so tired?? Like you would be in the middle of a conversation and then all of a sudden he stopped answering and when you looked at his face you saw that he fell asleep. This is 99% likely to happen if you guys had sex during the evening haha.

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