Last I checked Smoker wasn't an option in this game of kiss marry kill.
I also agree with this Tumblr reblog post. I'm Marrying buggy, because call me Jessica rabbit 2.0 "he makes me laugh" wasn't a road I'd think I ever find myself on. But here I am.
Also I'm f**king killing doflamingo too. Because he killed my other honey bunny rosinante. The other good marine that smokes and is good with kids (when he's not throwing them out of windows to get them away from his brother of course)
Alright! I've gotten my asks down to the last few (will bang out what I can this week) but I'm too excited to NOT start my new idea, so I'll post that later today! In the meantime- these are the pieces I'm currently working on:
Has a game ever genuinely changed how you think about something?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Hmmm....I wouldn't know honestly. Considering I never really played any life changing games. Only games I have played were old flash games on computers and any lofi style games. So very low level non thought provoking games. So no. Movies and media on the other hand? Yes.
for @h3r3t1c again❤️🤭 also not me writing with capital letters for a change
synopsis: dr. kelson treats your wound with some herbs and medicine, but you start lactating as a side-effect. one day a strange man appears, asking dr. kelson for a service. he didn’t expect to find you, though.
WARNINGS‼️: noncon, dubcon, reader warms up to him, lactation kink, breastfeeding, tit-fucking, piv, fingering, kissing, dacryphilia, slight oral on m
race/appearance neutral reader!
tags: @theabhartachsbride
song:
”It’s not infected, you’re fine”, Ian says, examining the wound on your arm. You got it from a man’s knife, he tried to rape you. You killed him, of course. The only thing you could do was go to Dr. Kelson. You got to know him some months ago.
”You know what i’ve been doing?” he asks you with an almost childlike grin. ”What?” you ask, responding to his smile. ”I’ve been treating an Alpha!” Ian says. Your eyes widen. ”W-what?” you ask. ”Yes! He said a word! He said moon”, Ian says, excited. ”How is that possible?” you ask him. ”With a lot of morphine and other drugs”, Ian says. ”You won’t be getting those, this will be easy to treat”, he says.
He gently washes the wound and starts drying it up. He then takes a small bottle, pouring some drops of liquid on a spoon. ”Take it”, he says. You obey, swallowing the liquid. You start coughing. ”That’s disgusting!” You say. Ian chuckles. ”But you will get better”, he says. He then takes some herbs and starts rubbing them on your wound.
”Now..”, he starts. ”This might have some side-effects. Nausea, dizziness, lactation, headache…” he speaks, but you cut him off. ”Lactation?” you repeat. ”Why, yes”, Ian answers, like it’s obvious. ”So i’ll be walking around with milk coming out of my tits?” you ask. Ian chuckles. ”It’s possible, yes”, he says. You let out a sigh. ”Great”, you say.
You stay with Dr. Kelson for a couple of days. He treats your wound, and you ask him questions about the old world. He seems happy to have company.
And Samson, the Alpha is there at times. He doesn’t speak, but watches. Watches and listens as you and Ian talk and laugh.
And you do start lactating after day two. Real milk pouring out of your tits. Your shirts are all stained with it.
It’s a regular day, you and Ian are sitting on the grass, Samson’s not there this time. You’re speaking about vending machines when you hear a voice.
”Hello”, a man speaks. You both turn around. Not any kind of man. He’s dressed in a purple tracksuit of all things, golden chains hanging from his neck. He wears a tiara and rings on each finger.
”Hello”, Ian says, standing up. You stand as well.
”Are ye Old Nick?” the man asks.
”No, i’m Dr. Ian Kelson”, Ian answers.
”Are ye sure?” the man asks.
”I’m sure, yes. I don’t know any Old Nick”, Ian says.
”Everybody knows Old Nick”, the man says.
”Wait.. by Old Nick you mean Satan?” Ian asks the man.
”Aye, who else?” the man responds.
”So you’re asking me if i’m Satan?” Ian asks.
The man nods. ”Ah, yes, well the red skin might fool you..” Ian says. ”But trust me, i’m not Satan”, he says.
You chuckle. The man looks offended by you.
”I was sure i was gonna meet me dad”, the man says.
”Because your dad is… Satan?” Ian asks.
”Aye, of course”, the man answers. You chuckle again. ”I’m Jimmy. Well, Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal, but ye’re fine, ye can call me Jimmy”, he says.
”What’s yer name, lass?” he asks you. You tell him your name.
”Can we talk, Ian? alone”, Jimmy asks.
Ian looks at you, then he nods at Jimmy. They go sit down a bit further away. You’re left alone to wonder who the hell that man is.
After a while they come back and Jimmy leaves, not looking at you.
Ian looks at you with a concerned look. ”Listen… I’m going to do something for him and his gang, but I don’t want you there. The way he looked at you and.. talked about you was off”, he says.
”What are you gonna do?” you ask. ”I’m going to pretend that I’m Satan”, Ian says. You start laughing. ”Wait… really?” you ask. Ian nods.
”You will hide in my bunker. He promised that they would leave. But he wanted something else as well..” he says. ”What?” you ask. ”He wants you”, Ian says. Your eyes widen. ”For what?” you ask. ”He didn’t say”, Ian says. ”He talked about charity”, he says. ”Whatever that means..” you answer. ”In any case, I will tell him that you left”, Ian says. You nod.
The evening arrives, and you go into the bunker. What you and Dr. Kelson don’t know is that Jimmy is watching you with binoculars.
The bunker is dark, so you light some candles. Then you wait. After a while you hear music blasting loud. You’ve heard that song before, Dr. Kelson has played it for you.
”Six six six, the number of the Beast”
You wait and wait, hoping that the man would leave with his gang.
After a while you hear someone opening the bunker door.
”Ian?” you call out.
But it’s not Ian, it’s Jimmy. He climbs into the bunker, looking at you with a frown.
”Wee lass tried to fool me”, he says.
”Where’s Dr. Kelson?” you ask.
”Him? He’s dead”, Jimmy says with a toothy grin. His teeth are rotten.
”You’re lying!” you say, backing off. Jimmy takes a step closer to you. ”No, I’m not”, he says. ”I never lie, I do what my Father commands”, he says. ”And he has commanded me to give ye charity.. aye, ye will be the sacrifice”, he says.
You stay silent, staring at Jimmy. You try not to panic.
But then something happens. Jimmy looks at you, and his eyes wonder to your breasts, leaking with milk.
He just stares, his eyes widening. ”H-he’s tellin’ me somethin’ else now”, he mumbles, almost to himself.
He takes another step closer to you. You back off. ”Stay back!” you hiss.
”No, no… Old Nick has told me what to do. And I always obey my Father”, he says.
He charges at you, grabbing your waist. ”No!” you scream, scratching him. But Jimmy doesn’t seem to mind your resistance.
He forces you on the bed, climbing on top of you. He just stares for a while, drool forming at the corner of his lips.
”Y-ye’re full of milk without a child”, he mumbles. ”It’s a miracle”, he says. He gently cups one of your breasts. ”It must hurt”, he says. He’s right, it does hurt. ”Lemme help ye with that”, he whispers.
”No, stop!” you whimper, squirming under him. But he has a strong grip on you.
”Shh, wee lamb”, Jimmy cooes at you. He pulls your shirt up, exposing your swollen breasts, already leaking with milk.
Jimmy’s mouth is open as he stares. It’s like he’s seeing tits for the first time.
He leans in closer, studying your breast. He’s almost like a child. He gently squeezes your other breast, looking at the milk pouring out. You whimper.
”Ye’re so… soft”, Jimmy breathes.
You start crying, mostly angry tears.
”Shh, shh, wee babe”, Jimmy hushes you.
He slowly licks the milk from your breast, pressing his lips on your nipple next.
You hit him, hard. Jimmy lets out a huff and looks at you. "Don’t be like that, lass", he says.
"Fuck off!" you hiss at him, trying to scratch. But Jimmy doesn’t seem bothered by your resistance.
He starts sucking on your breast, drinking your milk. He’s moaning loud while doing do, enjoying your sweet taste.
"Ye taste delicious", Jimmy moans.
You start hitting him again, squirming under him. Jimmy takes out a knife. ”Now lass, I like ye.. but if ye don’t start behavin’…” he says, voice low. You freeze. Fuck.
”Now be a good wee lass an’ keep still fer me, can ye do that?” he asks. You nod, teary-eyed. Jimmy grins.
Then he goes back to feasting on your milk. He’s gulping it down with loud moans leaving his lips, making a mess.
”Mmh, so sweet”, he purrs, sucking on your nipple.
You hate to admit it, but it feels good. Your nipples were hurting, but him sucking on your milk relieves the pain a bit.
Jimmy’s moaning, slurping loud. It’s like he can’t get enough. Your milk is all over his beard and mouth.
”Better than me mama’s”, Jimmy chuckles, and dives back in.
He finally stops, pulling his mouth away with a wet ”pop”.
”Now…” he starts, pulling down his pants and boxers. ”Ye’re gonna make me feel real’ good”, he says.
”No, no!” you whine.
Jimmy just hushes you and climbs on top of you, so that his cock is in between your breasts. He’s huge. It’s long and thick, swollen and red at the tip.
He squeezes your tits together so they’re hugging his cock.
Then he starts pumping his cock between your breasts.
You’re crying, humiliated and angry.
”A-ahh, fuck”, Jimmy moans on top of you. ”Yer tits are so soft”, he pants.
You feel his warm cock rubbing against your breasts, hard and thick. Some precum leaks onto your chest.
You can’t help but look at the tip of his cock in front of you. It’s angry-red, sticky with precum.
”Like what ye see?” Jimmy chuckles.
He keeps rubbing his cock on your breasts, wet, filthy sounds echoing in the dark room.
He starts going faster, your tits now completely slick with his precum.
”Ye’re gonna swallow me load”, Jimmy pants.
Then he shoves his cock inside your mouth. You gag as his cum pours on your tongue in thick ropes. You start gulping it down, his softening cock still inside your mouth.
Jimmy withdraws his cock from your mouth and pins you down on the bed again.
He starts studying your face, seeming almost unsure. He leans in close, his hot breath on your face.
”What is it?” you ask him, annoyed. You wish he’d just get on with it.
Jimmy looks at you in the eyes and cups one of your cheeks, gently stroking it. He leans in closer, lips almost touching yours. Then he quickly pulls away, like a skittish animal.
He stares at you for a long time, like he’s thinking. ”I-I wanna try somethin’”, he says. He leans in again. Then he softly presses his lips on yours, just slightly touching. You let out a small whimper. Fuck. Are you enjoying this?
Jimmy kisses you again, a bit deeper this time, pressing his lips properly on yours. You instinctively kiss him back.
”Mmh, ye like me, lass?” he purrs. He kisses you again, parting his lips slightly so that his tongue slips between your lips. You part your lips immediately, letting his tongue inside your mouth.
You start making out. You instinctively wrap your arms around Jimmy’s neck, pulling him closer.
Jimmy pulls away enough to look at you. ”Ye’re so beautiful”, he cooes. Then he goes back to kissing you.
You’re slightly out of breath, but you don’t care. Kissing him feels too good, you’ve been craving intimacy.
Jimmy’s kisses are hungry, desperate. It’s like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.
You feel a slight wetness between your legs, you’re starting to become aroused.
When he finally pulls away you realize what you’ve done. The reality of the situation hits you.
”I like ye too, lass”, Jimmy purrs. Then he starts pulling down your pants. ”No, wait!” you whimper. ”Shh, wee babe, lemme take care of ye”, he says.
He pulls down your underwear and presses his thumb on yours clit. You whimper from the sensation, you hadn’t been touched in a while.
”That’s it, baby”, Jimmy cooes. ”Look at ye, wet f’ me already”, he chuckles.
He starts rubbing his thumb on your clit, drawing circles. Then he starts going up and down, and back to circles again.
You bite your lip, not wanting to seem aroused. But fuck, it feels good.
Jimmy kisses you again, soft and gentle. It’s like he’s afraid you’d break. ”Mmh”, he moans against your lips.
Jimmy suddenly shoves two, thick, ringed fingers inside you. You let out a soft moan as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you.
You squirt on his fingers then. Jimmy chuckles and keeps going.
You can feel his rings rubbing against the soft walls of your cunt. Jimmy hooks his fingers inside you, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure.
He keeps his thumb on your clit, never stopping.
”J-jimmy…” you moan, not even realizing what you’ve done before Jimmy reacts.
”Fuck, yes, that’s it, say it again”, he cooes.
”Jimmy”, you whimper.
Jimmy leans in and kisses you hungrily, teeth crashing against yours. His tongue goes straight inside your mouth as he twirls it around your tongue. You kiss him back, pulling him close again.
Your legs are shaking, you’re close.
”J-jimmy, I’m gonna-”, you whimper.
”That’s it, good lass”, Jimmy purrs against yours lips.
You come on his fingers, hard. Your orgasm slams through you, making your whole body tremble.
Jimmy pops his wet fingers inside his mouth, moaning around them. ”Mmh, ye taste like honey”, he cooes.
His cock is hard again. He gives it a few pumps before lining up with your cunt.
”W-wait..” you whimper. ”What, baby?” Jimmy asks, stroking your cheek. ”Ye don’t want it and I’ll stop, jus’ say the word”, he says.
You don’t say anything.
”Alright then”, Jimmy chuckles. He starts pushing in, slowly.
You whimper as his cock fills you up inch by inch. It feels like too much, your cunt can’t seem to accommodate him.
”Shite, ye’re tight”, Jimmy grunts.
You let out a cry as he bottoms out. ”Shh, shh, baby, hey, ye want me tae stop?” he asks. You shake your head with teary eyes.
Jimmy kisses your forehead. Then he starts thrusting. Christ, it feels good. He’s hitting your g-spot just right, his cock slightly curving.
You moan and look at Jimmy in the eyes, wrapping your arms around him.
”Come here”, you say. Jimmy grins and leans in, putting his lips on yours.
You keep making out as he fucks you, balls slamming against your ass.
”Say me name one more time, lass”, Jimmy mutters against your lips.
”Jimmy!” you moan, biting his lower lip.
Jimmy lets out a grunt and smushes his lips even harder against yours. Then he whispers your name.
He starts going faster, never parting his lips from yours.
It’s just you two, and the shadows from the candles dancing on the walls.
”Baby, I’m gonna-”, Jimmy moans. ”Ye want it inside?” he asks.
”Yes!” you whimper, kissing him again. You’ve completely lost your track of thought.
Jimmy keeps going, cock throbbing inside you. Then he slams inside with a force so strong your legs shake. He stops, and you feel thick, hot ropes of cum pouring inside you.
Jimmy crashes on top of you, not pulling out. He starts giving you clumsy kisses.
”That was amazing”, he says, looking at you in awe.
You stay silent, burying your face in his neck.
”I think I wanna keep ye”, Jimmy says.
You let out a soft sigh, kissing his neck. In that moment, being kept by him doesn’t sound bad at all.
”Let’s sleep here tonight, baby”, Jimmy says. You nod. ”Ye wanna sleep in me arms?” he asks you. You nod again.
Jimmy lays down next to you and takes you into his arms, kissing your forehead.
You slowly drift away to sleep as Jimmy pets you and gives you kisses.
sweeter than what i mostly write🤭 @h3r3t1c i hope you like it if you have any suggestions let me know<3
*pops out from trash and throws paper airplane with "CAUTION, NSFW!!" in rainbow sharpie written on it, then scuttles away before anyone sees* headcanons for pegging Vincent Sinclair, Pinhead, (you DO write repo?!😃) GraveRobber, Pavi Largo and Luigi Largo plz???
Hey!!! I answered a pegging ask for the Largo brothers that you can find here but I am HAPPY to indulge in the rest of them!!! I feel like I’m slowly getting better at writing pegging so that’s fun sdgrdefgbhgfrfgh also i def didn’t choose that pinhead gif for any specific reason nope not me
Vincent Sinclair:
Initially, even though he is curious, Vincent might have his reservations about being pegged. After all, living around his brother Bo who consistently spouts toxic masculinity values had to have an effect on Vincent when he did have desires that were less conventional. So he feels a lot of guilt in a lot of his desires, so it might take a long time being with him and assuring you love him and always will no matter what before he feels comfortable enough in going through with it.
He is a bit concerned about the actual act of pegging and less concerned about having something inside of him. So you won't have to worry about persuading him too much on that front. Besides, it gives the two of you plenty of time to explore. You'll use your fingers on Vincent plenty, telling him how good of a boy he is as he pants below you, hands fisted in the sheets as he struggles to hold back his moans. As soon as you curl your fingers though, he is putty in your hands, not caring how loud he might be or who might hear. And if you jerk him off at the same time? The poor man won't last long like that.
So when you finally try a strap, with a dildo chosen by Vincent so he could assure his comfort level, he will find the entire experience to be heavenly. He imagines it's how you feel when he's with you, feeling full while you hold him in your arms and caress and give him an overabundance of praise. When you start to pump into him he whines loudly, his hips bucking against you as he tries to brush his swollen cock against your abdomen. He begs for you to jerk his cock, the tip red and needy, but you simply kiss his face, shoulders, neck, and anywhere else you can reach as you fuck him, wanting to see how long he could last without you touching him. Eventually, though, everything gets to be too overwhelming and he spills himself all over his stomach, the fluids getting on your skin as you lay on top of him. "So good for me," you coo as Vincent can only shudder in reply.
Pinhead:
It was only a joke when you brought it up, but somehow it quickly became more real. Teasingly, you mentioned something about how if given the opportunity to peg him, you doubt he could last as long as he claims he could. It was mostly a flippant jab at him for all the times he went on and on about how he is a true master of pleasure and controlling it. He really goes on about it way too much. But everything changed when he simply responded with a coy smile. "Is that a bet, my dear?" he asked, and you knew then that you might have accidentally opened up Pandora's box… or the lament configuration… or both.
You weren't prepared for Pinhead to conjure a strap-on from thin air, putting you on the spot immediately. Okay, you thought, even though you were completely out of your element with how confident he seemed at this "bet," you were certain you could meet his challenge. But you started to realize as soon as he took control, having you lay back in bed while he rode you, that he had way more of an idea of what he was doing than you initially thought.
It isn't long before you realize just how much he is dominating you completely even though he was completely stuffed full. The cocky smirk hadn't faltered once, and as he purposefully edged himself to prove a point to you, he leaned down and asked, "Isn't as easy as you thought, hmm darling?" You gasp as he wraps one of his hands around your throat, firmly squeezing as he controls just how much air you can take. "Don't take too long to jerk me off, otherwise I might never let go," he says with a mocking tone. It's best to follow instructions, and so you fisted his studded cock roughly as he controlled your breathing, and finally, as he spilled over your stomach with a low groan, you greedily gulped down air. "Best not test me again, unless you're that much of a glutton for punishment," Pinhead utters with a knowing smile. God help you because this demon owned you completely.
Graverobber:
This will not be the first or last time the Graverobber has gotten pegged, so he is completely cool with you asking. In fact, if you somehow end up asking before he does, he gives you a lopsided grin, holds your head with both hands, and gives your forehead a kiss. He will tell you just how perfect you are for reading his mind.
Graverobber loves sappy sweet and romantic pegging just the same as rough and fast, it all depends on how he is feeling at the moment. But the very first time he is taking your strap will be such a meaningful and romantic moment to him. Not only is it sex with you, someone he loves dearly, but initiating such an intimate act together for the first time! He truly craves your love and affection, not minding who takes the lead just so long as you hold him tenderly in your arms and give each other mutual praise.
The two of you would be pressed together, Graverobber's forehead against yours as he pants heavily. He clutches to you desperately as he whines your name, begging you to let him cum. He rocks in tandem with your thrusts, his cock bobbing between your bodies as the friction and pleasure overwhelm him completely, painting both of you with his release.
The jimmies watching him all unfazed and going "wow, thats our mighty leader, our glorious messiah" im dying i wonder how many other fail girl moments he had so they dont care
I also really think that Vincent would have read some variation of the Phantom of the Opera, and it really resonated with him (especially the versions that have Erik born deformed, rather than the stage version) and or The modern Prometheus (Frankenstein) and felt a connection
[Side note- I have an ask in my box about writing something with a "Frankenstein's monster" esk reader, I will be getting to that!!!]
I wanna ride him, or have him ride me (strap or not)
I'm gonna bite his neck all over until it's bloody.
I'm gonna suck his dick until it's RAW
I think Vincent is into tender loving. Not that he wouldn't absolutely love to have you ride him, he just really loves to love. He wants to be tender and look you in the eyes. He wants to study all your features as your facial expressions change. Let him take pictures to draw later so he can focus on the physical connection in the moment. He wants to hold you close and embrace you, embrace the moment.
He would be so proud of any marks you leave on him. He'll even walk around shirtless just so he can see them more often. It's the only time he wants to look in a mirror.
He's a switch with a preference of being a service top. So if you want, he will gladly lay down and just take whatever you give him.
