Cherub 🐾

||20|| ||self ship account <33|| ||Dead Dove Do Not Eat 🕊️🧺|| ||He/Him||

[tojisparasite]

Introduction Post

Hi! My name is Cherub, i’m 20 years old, i use he/him pronouns, i made this account for selfshipping purposes and to make f/o related posts! You may know me from my fanfiction account @/iwriteloveletters and if you do i am so sorry you had to find out im a fucking selfshipper 💔

Warning before you continue - this IS a Dead Dove Do Not Eat account meaning i’m gonna be going into more darker themes! it’s okay to block or scroll ! i am an adult doing adult things :3c

Some themes include -

- Murder

- Abuse (physical, emotional, mental)

- Kidnapping

- Etc. Will add more later when necessary but this is just some of the grounds i want to cover from now !

My f/o’s <3

- Toji Fushiguro (JJK, have to catch up and finally watch it)

- Eren Jaeger (Attack On Titan, i have loved him since i was 12 years old)

- Shigaraki Tomura (MHA, still have to continue the series bfsjjdskndn but he has my heart anyway)

- Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD, i have to actually watch the series but i’ve seen a bunch of videos of his scenes nd i just love everything abt him already <3)

- Leona Kingscholar (TWST, new to the game but i absolutely adore my boy)

Boundaries:

I personally do not care about ppl who have the same f/o as me, i actually insist if you tell me if u do or even have f/o’s from the same media! but this could change very easily but i want to give it a shot and meet everyone! （＾ν＾）!!!

What i don’t want - hateful messages, homophobia, zionists, ANYTHING BIGOTED IDGAF THIS IS NOTTTTT FOR FUCKING YOU I HATE YOU oh and i also don’t want minors here sorry…..

Tags -

#parasiterambles - i am just yapping away

#parasitesships - i am talking about my own f/o rather than just making a vague scenario

#parasiteslovedoves - Dead Dove Do Not Eat posts

#askparasite - ask posts / tag games / misc. posts

That’s all for now! Bye bye, hope to see you soon (〃ω〃)

- Cherub 🐾🍡(these are not pro ship emojis they are related to one of my self ships)

[tojisparasite]

Doll

TW- DOLLIFICATION (SORTA), KIDNAPPING, MANIPULATION, PETNAME USE (sweet thing). MDNI

Having an F/O who loves you, an F/O who loves to take care of your every need–from dressing you, to bathing you, and even feeding you at times if they were ‘convinced’ you couldn’t do it yourself.

It was fine at first, your friends were even envious of you to have someone like your F/O be so doting but over time it became suffocating. 

It had started off with small gestures but before you could notice the severity of their behavior you were now in their hands and seemingly a responsibility they happily took on as if you weren’t a fully capable adult.

You were a porcelain doll they would couldn’t fathom chipping accidentally, it had reached the point where you weren’t even sure you could leave their apartment. Whenever you try to for the simplest reasons they'd grab your wrist and tug you away from the front door. 

“Come on, you don’t need to be outside. Whatever you need, I’ll do it for you. I promise.” they’d say. They meant it too, everything you needed from the outisde world was taken care of by them, never once did you get to go to the store for a snack or something you needed.

You didn't even know how long it’s been since your F/O took you away from your home, you no longer had a phone, they didn't have a calendar anywhere and their phone was never within reach. Whenever you tried to ask they’d play dumb and simply say the day of the week and what time it was. Your home, your friends, your job; everything was gone. 

At some point you were sick of it, you wanted to be out, you wanted to feel the wind on your skin rather than your F/O breathing down your neck.

One night while they were sleeping peacefully beside you, you had then decided tonight was the night of your escape. 

You carefully slipped out of bed, sliding your slippers over your feet, and innocently telling them you had to use the bathroom and you’ll be back in a moment. To which they muttered ‘hurry up’ before dozing off. 

You shut the bedroom door behind you and entered the bathroom as you said you were, giving yourself at least a minute to see if they’d follow behind you anyway; once you saw that they weren’t making an effort to wait at the door you told yourself now was your chance. 

With the lightest footsteps you could ever make you tread carefully down the hall, grateful their floors didn’t creak all that much, before you knew it you were face to face with the front door again. The sight alone made you feel as though your heart was going to jump out of your chest. 

You took a slow deep breath before reaching for the knob, the coldness of the knob was more than welcomed; you were looking forward to how the cool night air would feel. No matter how cold it was it was better than the stuffiness of the four walls you were trapped in.

Just as you were about to slowly turn the knob and experience newfound freedom you felt a hand grip your shoulder.

Fuck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” they questioned, almost innocently. It freaked you out how well they were able to put this loving front up; it makes you wonder how well they did in front of your loved ones and coworkers as they explained you wouldn’t be coming back–for whatever the reason may have been–they must’ve told everyone a convincing story since there has never been an effort to bring you home.

“I…” was all you managed to choke up, their grip on your shoulder became tighter to the point of discomfort. 

“Let go and come back to me.” they demanded, their tone was the coldest you’ve ever heard of it. Even on your worst days together you had never heard their words drip with venom they way it did now. 

Their tone alone made you drop your hand back to your side, they quickly pulled you closer to them and wrapped their arms tightly around you, squeezing the air out of you in the process. 

“Guess I have to keep a closer eye on you, hm?” they questioned.

There was only one right answer to that, “yes… I’m sorry, [Name].” you said, trying to swallow the lump in your throat afterwards, even though you tried to hide your disappointment over your stolen freedom, your F/O knew; but they could care less. This was your home now and clearly there was no need for you to go elsewhere. 

While you didn’t see the look on their face, they were so satisfied to see how well they’re getting through to you. In due time, they were certain you were going to realize your place was here. 

“You’re not quite forgiven yet, but we can discuss that tomorrow. For now, let’s get you back to bed, sweet thing.” they cooed softly as they guided you back to the bedroom with a gentle hand, who even knew what was going to happen to you come sunrise but you knew one thing… 

You were simply a thing, a doll for them to handle however they pleased. And tomorrow, you were going to see the full extent of what it meant to be their sweet thing*.

Me when I come back after months bc i have writers block (untreated depression), but i hope whoever sees it enjoys !!!

[tojisparasite]

wakes up in a cold sweat

your f/o who tries really really hard to be gentle and doting with you but you act out so much and just have such a goddamn disgusting attitude towards them sometimes that they need to put you in your place, they need to hurt you, to them you have to have to remember your place and may even have to regain some of your privileges back depending on how awful you’ve been.

[tojisparasite]

your f/o dismembering you… walk with me.

(will write something for this another day)

[tojisparasite]

The scars you can see when I take my clothes off

Tw- knife play, blood, unhealthy relationship dynamics, slight gore, praise, petnames (pretty, angel, love), mentions of scars.

This was routine for you and your f/o, it has been way before you were exclusive to only one another. they would hold you down and slice your skin open, this was a steel-cold kiss you learned to love receiving at the end of the month.

your body officially contained fourteen scars, each made with love, each one that made your heart jump with joy every time you saw them—though at first you did find them unflattering.

“giving you a permanent reminder of who loves you is the highest form of love one can offer.” your f/o would say when you finally did ask them why they insisted on cutting you so frequently.

it was beyond a knife + blood kink combination for you both, this truly was a genuine form of affection that you both shared. this was the equivalent of being bought flowers for you both.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

that time of the month rolled around, you already got everything your f/o needed for this evenings ‘ritual’ (as you’d like to call it) and you were quite excited for tonight to roll around already.

their special knife, gauze, rubbing alcohol, pain killers and plenty of bandages were laid out nicely for your f/o so they didn’t have to scramble around the house to gather their supplies.

even though if you forgot something they didn’t mind taking care of it however, but it would have to wait afterwards since they preferred to get right to it shortly after they cleaned up after work and they enjoyed taking their sweet time with you. there’s no fun in rushing such a romantic process after all.

you sat patiently in your room awaiting for their arrival, occasionally you’d press the cold blade against your skin and imagine it was them getting ready to cut you up while you waited around.

eventually you found yourself looking at the past scars that littered (mostly) your thighs, they loved that part of you the most but you had a few on your stomach and the insides of your biceps. this was a mark only they had the privilege to see.

you seemed to have been deep in thought for a while because they managed to sneak right into your shared room without you noticing, the sound of their approving hum breaking your trance-like state.

you got up the moment you heard that all too familiar sound and rushed towards them with open arms, being met with a warm embrace almost immediately.

“i see you did the hard work for me, good job my love,” they praised you while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

they lead you back to your bed, your wrist in their firm grip—moving their supplies aside when they got close to the pile—they took a seat first on the edge of the mattress and pulled you onto their lap afterwards. the close contact made your heart flutter.

“mm, where do i want it today?” they would ask themself, you never had a say in where their blade ‘kissed’ you, so you remained silent. anticipation brewing within you the entire time.

you watched their steady hands carefully trace around your body, ‘what part of you body can carefully hide a scar?’ was what their hands were saying. you were close to trembling from anticipation while they took their sweet time to decide where to mutilate you next.

“arms up,” they commanded.

your arms went up in the air automatically and as did your shirt, you were completely exposed and the garment was quickly discarded where it would be seen balled up on the floor.

“my stomach?” you looked at your f/o over your shoulder, where you could see a small smirk already forming on their face.

“no sweetheart,” they said while reaching for the knife, pressing the blade against your chest, “right here.” they tapped the top of your left breast.

you shivered from both the contact of the blade and the cold air that was hitting your skin, you felt goosebumps form all over and you couldn’t help but let out a small whine.

“patience,” they gave you a firm reminder.

they wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you secure—you squirmed too much for their liking at times—and the hand that held the knife was adjusting so it was ready for ‘proper’ use.

“ready?” they asked, though ‘no’ was never an option for you it was thoughtful of them to check in before they began despite the inability to say yes or no!

you gulped what little saliva that sat in the back of your mouth and you nodded, expressing how eager you were for their knife making contact with your delicate skin.

without any more warning they pressed down hard against the skin, breaking it with ease; they had a technique to it all considering the fact they did this fourteen times prior.

you felt the warm blood already trickle down your skin, you looked down and saw a few droplets. the deeper they buried the blade within your skin to the point of hitting the taut muscle beneath more blood began to waterfall down your breast and eventually cascading down your stomach.

tears burn your eyes, the pain was never the easy part for you, no matter how often you did this it never got easier. the skin was particularly sensitive here tonight too, the sensations in question made your head swirl; causing you to rest your head against your f/o’s shoulder.

they clicked their tongue, “keep your eyes open, stay with me, pretty.” they said while still dragging the knife deep within your flesh, the knife snug within your breast.

“i’m…” you spoke up with a tremble in your voice, “i’m trying.” you let out a small whine where the sounds of your soft panting followed up afterwards.

those noises were all that filled the room you were in, your f/o deep in thought and focus; it was a lot of work to ensure they didn’t hit any arteries, it’d be Hell to have to explain to a Doctor why you were in the emergency room at that hour with such a wound without making the Doctor question the possibility of ‘domestic abuse’ occurring.

“you got this,” they encouraged you in order to keep you still and remain calm, knowing that any jerks or fast breaths would only raise the risk factor.

you did as you were told, keeping calm and steady breaths alongside keeping your body still; not too limp and not too tense. just perfect stillness, like a doll.

“perfect…” they muttered while pulling the knife away from your skin, your body felt hot and your breast ached but your f/o seemed so delighted with their work tonight wouldn’t you want to share that same joy?

“thank you,” you turned your head to face them, they gave you a kind smile in return—the smile you give someone after they thanked you for helping them out, they helped you learn that love wasn’t always traditional and could hurt at times and you couldn’t have been any more thankful.

“of course.” they nodded before giving you a small and soft kiss, a traditional romantic gesture contrasting the more brutal one you had received only a second ago.

they helped you stand to your feet where they placed you back on the bed, crouching before you while they grab a gauze and rubbing alcohol.

you let out small hisses of pain while they clean you up but in return you get words of praise and affirmation, “you’re so pretty like this…”, “you did so good for me angel…” would be whispered to you; making the entire painful ordeal entirely worth it to you.

they were worth the painful kiss of a blade, they were worth it all because they loved you enough to hurt you and be so delicate afterwards. no matter what they put you through their words, their touch, their entire being made it so entirely worth it. being theirs and having the fifteen scars to prove their hold on you made you feel beyond loved by your f/o. trust and believe they loved you too, maybe even more than you could fathom. i mean, who’s carving into someone and cleaning them up afterwards if they didn’t love them, right?

their love for you may have been strange but you wouldn’t have them any other way. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

A/N - Hi Cherub back with another weird f/o imagine… i have one idea i wrote in my notes before i started this account and i cannot wait to get to working on it, depends on how i am tonight i might start working on it hehe! hope you enjoyed this and can imagine your own f/o’s handling you with so much care while still inducting pain on you teehee <3 bye!

- Cherub 🐾🍡

[storiesoflilies-archived]

t.w: mentions of death.

“don’t you know that the hour of your death isn’t upon you yet?”

grimreaper!toji stood there at the top of the hill, his figure a herald of darkness, while the moon tenderly hugged his back, bathing him in the only holy light he would ever know.

“you’re here,” she whispered breathlessly.

toji titled his head. “you called for me,” he replied smoothly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

(perhaps it was.)

the grass beneath his feet had wilted, flower petals withered and crushed under the cool metal of his boot. she couldn’t see his face beneath the wispy strands of his tattered black robes that shrouded him, but she didn’t need to. she already knew the color of his eyes, had felt the sharp curve of his jawline, and the press of his lips against her hairline.

she knew what death felt like.

and she needed to feel him again.

his scythe glinted dangerously, its sharp edge thirsting for an exposed throat. the wind howled around them, biting and gnawing at her cheeks.

“take me with you,” she finally mustered, her voice breaking like waves against the shoreline. “please.”

he was in front of her in an instant. toji was something half like an apparition, but she knew that he was real – perhaps more real than anything on this earth. she saw the shadow of his mouth beneath his hood and a glimpse of the scar on his lip, and wondered what sort of creature could have hurt someone like him.

“it is not your hour,” he repeatedly gently, like a soothing balm smeared over the aching pain in her heart.

she reached out, gripping the shreds of his robes in her tight fists. “i don’t care.”

toji’s lips curled in anger, and the wind howled even harder. “why be so careless with your life? does my blade not frighten you?”

(she could never admit it to him that it never had, and never would.)

his scythe of fire and ice. it had once delicately kissed the base of her throat as a lover might do, drawing only a single ruby droplet of blood. for reasons unbeknownst to her – and perhaps even to toji himself – he had coaxed away the death wrapped around her bones and drawn her soul back from the abyss.

her face crumpled, a single tear running down her cheek like silver.

“i miss you,” she mumbled pathetically, staring at the broad expanse of his chest doused in black. “so much that it makes my soul bleed.”

toji sighed, and sad and ancient sound. he never liked to see her so distraught, for it was in his inherent nature to comfort. to free a person’s soul from the shell of their body, to hold them in the palms of his hands to set them free into the sky before they had the chance to know any real suffering.

(death is kind – kinder than anything that belongs to this world.)

gloved fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face upwards to him. his lips were so close to her now; if only toji would bend down just a little lower, they would meet like the greatest oceans of the world colliding together.

“death would be your greatest doom.”

she shook her head. “no, it–you wouldn’t. i could go with you wherever you went, always.”

toji faltered, his mouth parted as the words danced on his tongue. finally, he admitted shamefully, “i do not wish to love you.”

but she knew that already.

she knew that toji regretted ever letting her know his touch, never meant for her to have ever heard his voice. to know death was to be draped in iron chains, binding her to him until the end of time, and he had always known it would happen.

toji had known all along and had done it anyway.

death is a selfish, selfish being.

her bottom lip trembled as he rubbed his thumb over it. “but you do.”

“and yet, i do.”

they stood together silently, her hands delicately holding his thick forearms wrapped in many layers of cloth. she wondered what it was that toji was waiting for. perhaps for an act of god. for the ocean to sweep them both into the deepest depths, her hand in his as the sky crumbled into swirling, inky water. she wondered if it would hurt, if it would be cold and lonely until toji’s blade fully kissed her.

(she knew she would not cry when death came for her.)

“close your eyes,” toji murmured quietly, relenting at last.

for death could never deny her.

©storiesoflilies 2024, all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my work on other sites! i only post on ao3 and tumblr.

[qwqika]

a quick doodle...

[tojisparasite]

TW- feet, God, power imbalance, kidnapping, dub-con, master/slave dynamic

A/N- Hiii (´∀｀) !! just wanted to quickly tag @naoyasgf for the foot idea AND giving me her thoughts on this imagine. i hope whoever reads this enjoys it as well <3 Thank you! there is one typo here that i missed and can’t seem to find so sorry abt that! ^^

𓆩My god, my tourniquet𓆪

a world where your f/o is a god(dess) amongst men and has been for well over a thousand years…

the people adore them, their preachers are considered enlightened and stand within their good graces! but your f/o seems almost bored of all the devotion and never-ending attention. some prayers are being answered depending on how merciful they want to be that day or they even cause disaster to happen within your mortal world. they did what they wanted and they indulged in that every second of each day.

all this peace and destruction they bring into the world and they still feel a sort of emptiness, someone as highly thought about and well-loved should never feel empty or dissatisfied! it irks them greatly because no matter how many souls they reap out of their own pure selfishness or how many miracles they cause nothing feels fulfilling.

they decide to go into the human world to go searching for what this could be the cause of, perhaps there were people fighting against their word?

as they walk the streets everything seems to be in order, there are more worshippers than non-believers… thankfully.

then you bump into them, you must have been running late or running from someone or something! either way, you didn’t even notice the figure in front of you—how careless of you to not feel the essence of your own god(dess) up close.

when they took a look at the person who so rudely ran into them they felt something they have never felt since their creation… they don’t know what it is yet it disgusts them, or so they think.

“I’m sorry!” you shout as you returned to dashing down the crowded streets in the middle of the day. where you were going, they didn’t know; not yet at least.

they spent the most of their day in the mortal world deep in thought, what was it about you of all humans that made them feel so… odd?

eventually they go back to their kingdom that was light years away from your world, their personal servants ready to serve as always. your f/o dismisses them, they didn’t want lowly servants to serve them any more…

they wanted you to serve them.

it could only make sense! they were so empty because they were in need of a new servant, and you were so cute, absolutely clueless of the situation you got yourself into. it made them desire your presence and your servitude even more.

your f/o wasted no time to appear into your home—finding you was not at all difficult, they simply had to think of your clueless little face and now know everything about you.

“you poor thing, not at all meant for the human world.” they lowered themself to coo into your ear, you were in such a deep sleep. you must’ve been comfortable knowing your god(dess) was coming to rescue you from the mortal world, you were so willing already and that made something in them feel alive—this was as close as they could get to feeling what a mortal felt when they saw the thing or person they adored.

without hesitation they cradled you, keeping you in a protective embrace. before you could open your eyes, there you were. in the holy kingdom, the world you only heard about in scriptures and sermons.

“did i… did i die?” your voice was so soft it was hardly audible had you not been in the arms of your f/o.

your f/o chuckled and shook their head, reassuring you that you are not quite dead—but you won’t be returning ‘home’ anymore. home was with them! aren’t you grateful?

you seemed to have adjusted as well as you possibly could, learning you duties as a servant. but when your f/o was bored they’ll pull you onto their lap, saying it was an order that you had to stay put right their with them.

your new life didn’t seem too bad, you were the beloved companion/servant for your f/o. no one bothered you and you didn’t bother them, you remained at the side of your god(dess).

eventually, all your thoughts turned to pleasing them and only them. some days you fulfilled their wishes, no matter how strange it was—be it kissing almost every crevice of their body, bathing them, feeding them. occasionally they would force you to be doted on by them, they would claim you’re terrible at taking care of yourself.

months pass (at least you’d assume so), and your f/o has a peculiar request for today.

“get on your knees and kiss my feet.”

“what?”

your f/o had a small sneer forming already, irritated by your question. you never dared question them till now. why now? why not when you had to bathe the body of a thousand year old being? you genuinely drew the line at kissing their feet?

“did i stutter? grovel beneath me and kiss my feet.” they spoke firmly while gripping the back of your hair, pushing you downwards till you were on your knees at last. they sat back down in their seat to watch as you stared up at them with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks—you were humiliated and they loved it.

“you look pathetic here stop looking at me.” they rolled their eyes and tapped their shoe against your lips, “go on.”

your hands trembled as you took hold of their ankle, pressing a small kiss to the material.

“you can do better than that,” they scoffed and rolled their eyes, “you don’t kiss the rest of my body like that. are you basically saying you don’t love your god(dess)?” they questioned. they felt almost insulted by your reluctance but managed to keep their cool. see how benevolent they could be towards you?

“no! but—” your voice crackled whilst you tried to explain yourself.

“then properly kiss it.” they pressed the shoe against your lips harder this time, your teeth indenting on the insides of your mouth. they refused to hear any pathetic excuse you tried to muster up.

you swallowed a thick pool of saliva before obliging and kissing their shoe better.

you couldn’t even begin to think about why they wanted this. there was never no reasoning or explanation for their desires, if they want it they got it. no questions asked.

you pressed a more meaningful kiss to the tip of the shoe, then another, then one more for good measure; all while keeping their ankle in your grasp.

they loved how obedient you were, how eager you were to please them. they loved you so much in their own twisted little way.

you took it up a notch slightly and removed their shoe, then their sock. pecking the sole of their foot. warm, wet trails were being left behind from your soft and delicate lips.

“you love this don’t you? worshipping your god(dess). kissing my foot that graces the ground you and i share? this is the closest you’ll get to feeling like my equal, pet.” they let out a soft chuckle. they were amused by your seemingly innocent obedience. no matter how much time has passed to them you’ll always look like their clueless pet.

meanwhile, all you did was press more kisses all around their foot. humming in response as a way to signal that you agreed with them. how could you disagree with someone who could end you without a second thought.

seeing how well you responded to this command, they looked forward to pushing you for the sake of another disgusting desire.

- Cherub 🐾🍡

[tojisparasite]

TW - petplay themes, slight humiliation alongside slight physical force, dub-con, NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat 🕊️

Their pet 🐾🤍

imagine your f/o texting you while you’re both apart saying they brought you a gift? you’re so excited, they always get you something that reminded them of you! they’re so kind and adoring, you always found them so incredibly generous!

now how would you feel if it was a collar and leash? what the reason might be for such a ‘gift’ is unknown to you! but you know one thing for sure—you don’t like it. ‘it’s wrong, it’s weird!’ you would think to yourself. you huff, cross your arms, and shake your head more times than you can count, you even got dizzy at some point. you wouldn’t, you refuse to wear the collar + leash combination.

but how is your f/o taking that?

suddenly you’re being forced onto the ground, your face smushed against the cold hardwood floor of your shared home.

“when did i say it was an option?” your f/o would hiss into your ear, pressing as much weight as they could on your body without seriously hurting you.

you tried to protest further, you didn’t want this but your pathetic little words fell upon deaf ears. in a swift motion you had the cold, unwelcoming leather fasten around your neck. they almost choked you out in the process of securing the collar—but they love you too much to have any genuine desire to take your life! they’re forcing this symbol of ownership on you after all. a dead pet isn’t a good pet.

once the collar was snug around your neck they lifted you from the back of the strap and onto your feet. you whined when you felt the collar press against your throat, you let out a small yet pained yelp as you were forced to your feet. it had felt like being choked all over again by that same material.

all you could do right now was battle internally and look away from your f/o, to avoid the shame, the flattery, all of it. your cheeks were scorching hot, your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you had that awful ache in your throat.

“turn around,” they would command you to face them in order to see how their ‘perfect’ gift looks on you.

when you huff and refuse yet again they grumble an array of insults under their breath and make you face them instead.

“god, what’s gotten into you? you’re usually never such a pain in my ass.” they would scoff.

the irritation quickly melted away once they saw you in this state. their eyes lit up at the sight of you, you were precious, you were theirs.

“almost done…” they would mutter as they reached for the final attachment to your gift.

your eyes widened in a mix of fear and anticipation when they hooked your leash to you, it was a sight they could never forget. no matter how terrified you may have appeared over this situation, you were still beyond perfection to them. in fact, you looked better to them when you were this terrified.

they began to pull you around, you stumbled with each tug of the leash. every time you tried to ground yourself they’d laugh and tug you further around your home. they’d mention how pathetic you looked—“you’re like my pet!” they’d cheer about it as though they were receiving a cute little animal for Christmas.

after one last harsh tug—the leather snapping against your skin and tears finally pouring down your cheeks—they looked down at you, you felt so small, so useless compared to your f/o who was dragging you around like a toy.

they leaned forward, their eyes studied your face alongside your expressions. they could take you right there if they so pleased. but they decide to wait, for now. till then, you needed to be trained. perhaps afterwards they’ll start to take you at any given moment. they’re the one holding the leash!

“we’ll practice more here so i can make you into the perfect pet, my pet.”

- Cherub 🐾🍡

A/N - hiiiii cherub here, super sleepy but i rlly wanted to put this out today since it’s such a short post, if u see it i hope u like it :3 !!

[tojisparasite]

TW- physical abuse!! proceed with caution!!

MDNI!!!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EAT!! 🕊️

Imagine your f/o who came off as so sweet and caring at first as a means to pursue you, then they suddenly had an entire shift in their demeanor…?

most days are regular of course! but what happens when they’re unhappy with you or unhappy in general? say you broke a rule they had placed for example. doesn’t matter how minor the rule may have been—you broke it.

suddenly they’re grabbing your hair from the very root, tugging you and pulling you around like some kinda rag doll. making you face them so they can talk down to you directly, at least they’re communicating right? right.

they even go as far as to tightly hold your face by the cheeks, smushing them together so harshly that you swear your cheeks were gonna have faint bruises where the pads of their thumb and fingers were. you could even feel the teeth indent the sensitive flesh within your mouth, it hurt like hell. but your f/o didn’t care, they needed to put you in your place first and foremost. your comfort in the midst of them scolding you was the least of their concern.

and when it’s all said and done their demeanor takes another yet another shift, they’re planting kisses on your sore little cheeks and telling you that this wouldn’t happen again if you listened to them.

when you rest your head beside them for the night, they sit and watch your steady breaths, only waiting for you to break another ridiculous rule again.

what you thought was something to ensure your safety and happiness was a well thought excuse for your f/o to pull you around and berate you, who knows maybe they’ll even hit you next time?

- Cherub 🐾🍡

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Moji supremacy

FUCKING MOJI SUPREMACY RAHHHH!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Gay

me and you actually