#doll house au

[maximotts]

18. “so perfect all tied up for me.” With your dollhouse au? I’m imagining those silk ribbon bondage rope not just tying you down but wrapped around you because Wanda thinks it’s such a pretty sight <3

I'm a different person posting this than I was yesterday when I started this fic... and then it got Deleted in drafts and I saw my life flash before my eyes. This is edited kinda, but honestlyyy I just needed to conquer it at this point lmao

please don't flag this fic, I have warnings clearly labeled

Doll House AU. masterlist. wc: 1.7 cw: 18+ only, please. smut, fluff. loose ribbon bondage. body worship. inspection. fingering (r receiving). oral (r receiving). size kink if you squint. overstim. mommy kink. snuggly aftercare. and then all the usual Doll House warnings.

Wanda and Doll spend an intimate afternoon in bed, Wanda perfecting her ribbon tying skills while judging your patience

⁛— 2nd birthday sleepover.

"There you go, all nice and pretty..." 

Silk ribbons adorned your figure, wrapping you like an extra present to Wanda, from Wanda. She'd spent the past hour fawning over you atop your plush bed, shedding your morning outfit only to replace it with buttery soft threads. "So perfect, all tied up for me."

It wasn't tight enough to restrain you really, if you truly wanted to wiggling away was an option— but you didn't want anything of the sort. Wanda's undivided attention was the best kind of afternoon you could hope for.

Curious as ever, you still had your questions. "Mommy, why aren't these tight?" 

Shrugging your shoulders showed off the little movement you could make, careful not to undo any of Wanda's hard work. The older woman laughed and kissed your hip above the ribbon she'd tied over your curves, amusement filled green eyes gazing up and instantly bringing a dopey smile to your face. "I don't want to tie you down, not today at least."

"Then what are we doing?" Oh you wished so badly you could reach up and kiss her, but your wrists tied at your middle stopped you from bending too far, again more fearful of messing up whatever goal Wanda strove for. 

And that was the most of what you were doing, Wanda testing your patience, whatever willingness you had to let your reverence of her outweigh your own desires... so far you were performing perfectly.

“We’re playing, of course. Silly thing,” Wanda sat up between your legs, crawling over your prone body until she could reach your neck for her next area of focus. It was an excessive show of possession, biting endlessly along your throat, leaving marks she'd be tending to for days after, relishing in how helplessly you squirmed under her; this could easily become her favorite afternoon playtime. "Aren't you having fun?"

Lithe fingers slid under the thick ribbons at your legs, playfully tugging just to hear your surprised squeak. Your legs fell apart with nearly no coaxing, Wanda’s fingernails scraping over your inner thighs just the way she knew you adored. Small shivers rattled your body as best they could within your restraints, ever conscious of leaving them in place, and the moment she laid eyes on your glistening sex she remembered why she’d decided to keep your lower limbs tied separately. 

“I asked you a question.” The only answer she received was your meek nod, an action that resulted in a faux pout from Wanda, more concerned with how often you forgot you were allowed to speak now rather than whether or not you were truly enjoying yourself. That much was evident.

“It sure looks like you’re having fun,” Spreading your folds apart was just as easy as your legs, leaving you completely vulnerable to Wanda’s impromptu inspection. No matter how long you stayed with her, there was a persistent shyness about you, but your longing for your mommy’s approval always won out. It would be so easy to uncurl your hands where they rested bound together a mere few inches above Wanda’s, to push her away and cover yourself… but you didn’t— just as Wanda expected of you.

Today’s obedience earned you a reward, but Wanda wouldn’t spell it out for you, preferring instead to continue her game of testing self-restraint. It was better to train you into behaving even without possible reward, no matter that she already spoiled you rotten every chance she got. Two wet digits left their examination and came to settle on your waiting lips, your patience forced but steadfast. “Say please.”

“Please mommy, may I clean your fingers?” The drawn out please was so adorable Wanda wanted to suffocate you, but instead she sated herself with your grateful sigh around her, your tongue diligently licking until she drew them away. 

Her hand came back to settle between your supple thighs, fingers sliding easily through your sex, knuckles just barely grazing your clit. Curious fingertips fell down to your entrance, gathering warm wetness from where you were dripping and bringing them to her own mouth this time. She always wondered if you knew how desperate she was to have you, but one look down at your dazed expression answered that for her easily. “Did my playtime make you all icky? Do I need to clean you up?”

Admittedly, the past hour of Wanda’s gentle touches, sweet words and even sweeter kisses left your brain fuzzy. The tingling in the pit of your stomach had grown into a calm and pleasant ache, much gentler than the gnawing, desperate clawing that plagued you whenever Wanda was rough. Sometimes she left you at that painful edge, frustrated to no end and chastising any complaints she caught. Today if she’d left you with nothing, maybe you’d be able to manage the evening with dull nagging, but the notion of an orgasm at the end of your slowly building high was too tempting to pass by; you had to make your need known. “Make it better, please… want it so bad.”

“So now you speak up, whenever you need something from me…” Wanda took her sweet time traveling down your front, lips brushing over every curve and divot so that when she finally placed one last adoring kiss atop your mound, anticipation buzzed through your veins. “You can cum as much as you’d like, but don’t you dare untie yourself.”

Sometimes Wanda’s rewards were straightforward, a simple start and finish before she sent you off. Surprisingly, you preferred rewards you worked towards together, ones like these where her tongue drew intricate patterns over your clit, teasing and testing just how far gone she could pull you while you remained committed to following her rules. It was harder than it looked, knowing you had the ability to twist and turn with every perfectly placed stroke, but willing your body to stay confined, to preserve Wanda’s ribbon-tied handiwork. 

Thankfully they allowed space for the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the clenching of your core as the first wave of orgasm washed over, knocking your head back into your plush array of pillows as you erupted into a fit of moans and pleas. “Mommy.. Mommy, please.. again! Wanna cum again-”

“Such a needy doll, so pretty all tied up for me and begging for my mouth.” It was a brutal inner battle to keep from bucking your hips, fingers fidgeting at your midsection to keep busy in anything other than Wanda’s hair. When she descended again it was all worth it, warm mouth suckling at your swollen bud to distract from the three fingers prodding at your hole. 

The stretch was maddening, an instantaneous full feeling sending you over the edge again before Wanda even got the chance to move. She groaned around you as she felt your walls clench, free hand coming to wrap securely around your upper thigh; instinct drove you to back away from the thick intrusion, but she couldn’t have any of that. “Shh, sweetheart, let mommy play a little longer.”

“O-Okay..” Your previous pleasant need evolved into something more, something starved within that only reared its head when Wanda’s intentions turned heady. Careful not to toss around too much, you relaxed as your thoughts settled into a low hum, taking every thrust and each curl of her fingers until individual orgasms merged to one neverending bliss.. you’d lost count after three anyways.

After some unmeasured amount of time, Wanda granted you a reprieve, leaving you dreadfully empty and weakly clenching around nothing. You felt limp head to toe, unable to even raise your arms without Wanda’s help as she worked to slowly unwrap you. She took her time so as not to startle you, smoothing over any tiny indent her ribbon left from your movements and doting on it with a cautious rub of her thumb. 

Once she was done, she was genuinely surprised you hadn’t dozed off; the act of overstimulation alone was occasionally enough to leave you napping for hours. But today heavy eyes lazily followed her every move, bottom lip quivering more visibly by the second. “You did a wonderful job today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The praise was much appreciated as always, but you’d been missing one thing terribly since Wanda had first given the instruction to lay back while she unfurled her ribbon and tired as you were, you needed one last clarification. “Can I touch you now, I want a hug…”

“Of course, we’re long past our game.” You were in Wanda’s lap after the second word, curling into her and wrapping your arms around her middle in the tightest hug you could muster. Any time she searched your thoughts, they were full of her, the urge to be near her so strong Wanda was surprised whenever she got a moment to herself these days. 

It was the sweetest form of devotion she could imagine, the pure need to keep her presence in whatever capacity; your lovey ways never failed to render her heart gooey. “That’s why you were so pouty just now, my poor little snugglebug.”

Giving your tummy the gentlest tickle before drawing the sheets closer, Wanda scooted you both until she could lay you down; not that the position mattered much when you stayed attached at the hip. Content little noises rumbled against Wanda’s arm as you made them, keeping still even as you craned your neck to cover her cheek in appreciative smooches. “Nap with me, mama. I’m sleepy.”

“If you insist,” Now it was Wanda’s turn for restraint. It’d take little to no effort to pull herself from your grip even without her powers; there were a myriad of things waiting for her to do downstairs… but she stayed put. The desire to see your smiling face when you woke up in a while, ever excited to wake up in her arms, far outweighed any living room cleaning.

#I'm so exhausted pls forgive typos #doll house au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #maximotts 2nd anniversary #motts writes. #maximotts

[oobbbear]

Are soul gems the only way to bring life to a doll? Or could one possibly place a living soul in one?

Oh boy lemme introduce you to Elleno, not from the same story but she specializes in exact that

#witch au #orange knife #ask #my art #now I’m thinking about #OK and Elleno would be bff #one make dolls #one collects #both awful people #but hey we support women wrong in this house

[god-of-this-new-blog]

“I miss them so much,” Light replies, and this, too, is unlike him; typically, getting emotional truth out of Light is worse than pulling teeth. His voice is so small. He feels so small in L's arms, even though he’s almost as tall as L is. “My family. I miss them so much. I miss my house. I miss my parents. I miss my sister. I miss my room.” He makes a wavering little noise. “I miss ⁠— everything. I miss trashy konbini food. I miss the city noise when I was falling asleep. I miss getting on the subway at rush hour and being crammed in against everyone's disgusting sweaty bodies and wanting to die even though I did it every day. But I miss them the worst. I feel so alone here. Everyone hates me. I want my mom.”

“Okay,” L says, petting Light’s hair awkwardly. He’s not good at this. He is, in fact, actively bad at this. “That’s understandable,” he continues. “It’s normal to be uncomfortable in a new place. And it’s normal to miss your family.”

“I’m never going to see them again,” Light says, and his voice is so tiny and miserable it’s almost a whimper. “Never, never, never.”

You might have thought of that before becoming the most prolific individual serial killer in the history of the entire world, L thinks but does not say. Instead, his hand trails down to rub Light’s back. Light is trembling, clinging close to L like L is the only thing tethering him to Earth.

“No, I don’t think you will,” L murmurs, low and gentle. — By the brilliant @dykelawlight

#hiiiii besties #so this is a scene from one of Isa and I’s growing collection of fics bits from our AU #We call this au our doll house and these are our dolls and we live in the doll house also #and everything is terrible for Light #oh also like real tags whoops #lawlight #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #I have been finally saved from my art exhaustion after the term #soooo you can expect art from me again! #apa au #my art

[aggro-cucco]

Y’know what h*ck you. Shadows Houses your upcoming horror story.

#my art #crossover #shadows house #welcome home #wally darling #julie joyful #rule number whatever #if it exists there’s a shadows house au of it #Julie’s living doll would be Jules #jus cuz it sounded cute to me

[imliterallypoe]

ENSTARS AS RPG HORROR MAKER GAMES!!!!

#how was i not supposed to put ex-valk into a horror game about dolls #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars au #Omori #ib #ib rpg #misao #misao rpg game #the witch’s house #mad father #ritsu sakuma #rei sakuma #mao isara #koga oogami #mitsuru tenma #kaoru hakaze #hiiro amagi #mayoi ayase #aira shiratori #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #tori himemiya #HiMERU #tsumugi aoba #eichi tenshouin #shu itsuki #hajime shino #nazuna nito #tomoya mashiro

[ganonfan1995]

HERRRR!!!!

#amiami yeeted her to my house so fucking fast #im so happy they did a rerelease of her im 🥹🥹🥹 #now for her doll body to arrive so i can customize her #im also totally getting her custom short hair so i can make her desert sun au as well because reasons

[eggseabutter]

Amy and Sonic went to paranormal places in Mexico and dragged Eggman with them <3 (they needed an adult)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sth #🌈✨ems #sonic au #amy rose #tekno the canary #dr eggman #eggdad😭😭😭😭 #If you squint #he’s unwillingly there #headcannon that Amy and Sonic love spooky things a lot #their friends are a mild concerned #tekno is a supportive gf tho <33 #teknamy #Sonic is taking that haunted chao plush with him btw #la casa de las muñecas means the Doll’s house #is mostly recognized as la isla de las muñecas tho #is in Xochimilco

[ask-annabelle-the-doll2]

I heard you and Norman were friends.

I brought you some dinner, assuming atleast one of you eat.

-Dr. Lecter

Annabelle: And yes, we are friends with Norman!

💋

#killashaker #ask me things #annabelle comes home #ask me questions #fanart #answered ask #ask anything #ask me stuff #dolly dearest #tiffany valentine #chucky ray #characters au #brahms the boy #the house of living dolls #dinner

[maximotts]

*breaks down the door* MILF MOMMY WANDA WHO LOVES TO SHOW YOU OFF TO HER FRIENDS

she definitely has you wear cute little outfits around them and when you interrupt her she gets a little upset at you and always points out “they are just a little dumb doll who doesn’t think before they do anything, they always need mommy’s help”

Only Luna or Aries could make me do Doll House revival and that’s a rock fact

cw: no smut, just regular doll house!au warnings

“Come on out, sweetheart! No one will bite.”

Wanda beckoned you over from her spot on the plush living room sofa, arm stretched out to entice you from where you peeked out from around the corner. Her smile was gentle, kind, the type of smile you’d sprint towards if it'd been just the two of you.

Three unfamiliar faces looked your way as well, patiently waiting to get a better look at the girl Wanda always spoke so highly of, but anxiety kept you clung tight to the wall. Not only was it a rarity you saw anyone other than Wanda, but try as you might, you couldn't remember a time where they'd been so close. Certainly not in your home, your safe haven; the house Wanda insisted was the safest place for you at all times.

The strangeness of it all overwhelmed you terribly.

Wanda saw the shake of your head, barely caught the quiet noise of disagreement as you shuffled further away and sympathetic as she was to your hesitancy, she couldn't allow defiance of any kind. Especially in front of her friends.

"Don't take another step unless it's into this room, little one. Come to mommy... now," Back turned to the new women, Wanda's mouth fell into a hard line, one quirked brow creating that look you knew meant you were walking a fine line to being disciplined. Her finger curled, dragging you forwards before adding on a sickeningly fake sweet, "please."

Your cotton socked feet were silent on the carpeted floor, slow and careful steps taking you around the couch to stand right in front of the older woman, fidgeting nervously as you tried to stay in her good graces. "'m sorry, mommy...I'm just scared."

Hard as you tried to keep your voice low enough for only Wanda could hear, her friends' amused laughter told you they understood perfectly. "There's no reason to be scared, silly girl. Everyone came here to meet you and I dressed you up so prettily today just for the occasion!"

"And you did a wonderful job, Wands. She really is the sweetest little thing!" As you turned around, the woman with long curly hair admired you with a wide grin. The comment alone was more than enough to fluster you, but then she reached out, fingers batting at the hem of your floral dress and you squeaked in distress.

It was a rule you had yet to face until now: being mommy's perfect doll meant you were hers only, no one else was allowed to touch. Having never seen or thought about other people's existence, you rarely paid it any mind, but today, even though you backed away instantly, you feared you'd inadvertently landed yourself in hot water.

But Wanda only pulled you down to sit in her lap, letting you scramble into the safety of her arms, soothing your frantic, rambling apologies with a single finger placed upon your lips. "You're okay, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm not mad."

With as much gentleness she dealt you, Wanda gave annoyance in kind to her bold friend and you didn't miss the possessive hold she kept you in as she spoke. "Agatha, I thought I made it very clear not to touch."

"Well sorry! It's a slip of habit; I should bring my toy over one day; they'd get along well."

Admittedly, you didn't pay much attention to the conversation past that, your thoughts settling into near nothingness as you cuddled up against your mommy. The four of them spoke about people and places you'd never heard of; it was too easy to tune them out in favor of resting your head on Wanda's chest and listening to the rumbling vibrations whenever she chimed in.

You lost track of time, hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes until the words 'nap time' fell upon your ears. "Noo mama... Let me stay with you!" Your voice was weak from sleep, but insistent, unwilling to part from Wanda and the comfortable position you'd carefully nestled yourself into.

Tired as you were, you'd interrupted her mid-sentence— a rule you knew well enough not to break. But opening your mouth for apology wasn't.. working; your lips wouldn't part no matter how hard you tried. "I know I didn't hear you talking back, did I, dolly? And certainly not interrupting me?"

A few more fruitless tries of opening your jaw and you settled for a remorseful head shake, stretching up to nuzzle against her cheek and wrap your arms around her to convey how sorry you were. Humiliation poked in the back of your brain as the ladies 'aww'ed and fawned over you with pity, playfully urging Wanda to go easy on such a helpless little toy, but your mommy's forgiveness was much more important.

When you pulled away it was with pleading eyes, begging her to allow you to stay in her lap. Wanda chuckled and pinched your nose, even granting you a kiss on your warm cheek— you still couldn't speak when she muttered her firm 'no.' "She's such a dumb little doll, forgetting to think before speaking. This one always needs mommy's help, isn't that right, sweet girl?"

Your nod was a reflex, forever willing to let Wanda help you with anything from the biggest task to something as simple as tying your shoes. "And Mommy always knows best which, right now, is nap time. Please excuse me, ladies, while I put her to bed. When I come back, I'll bring the tea tray!"

#wanda maximoff x reader #doll house au #motts writes. #maximotts

[gothic-mothic]

Stanley and Narrator have a “Bed Privilege” point system

Whenever either of them does something they deem Really Good or Really Bad they are given/rescinded of Bed Privileges

Example: Stanley says something out of pocket during an argument. His Bed privileges are revoked and he sleeps on the couch while Narrator gets the bed

Stanley has the bed by default so Narrator often calls the system unfair (but only when they system isn’t beneficial to him of course)

this develops into them sharing the bed

#post parable au #playing house with them like dolls #but in a insane little girl kinda way #anyway #I wanted to draw this for a while but I don’t have time #life is so mean to me specifically /j #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #.txt

[phoenixcatch7]

How do I find your doll au?

Hullo! Thank you for asking! My doll au is under the tag #possessed doll au, not to be confused with mine and @puppetmaster13u 's #meat marionette au, but I implore you to check his out too! They're amazing at art and world building!

#possessed doll au #<- here's the tag for search! #meat marionette au #I also used haunted doll au and Wayne doll house temporarily #But possessed doll au has just about everything we've done with it #batman #batman au #ask

[the-everqueen]

Happy birthday!! I'm loving all of these but more about Rose as a final girl au?? 👀 even if other people have already gotten to that

YES. ROSE MY FINAL GIRL! for a wip that is currently rawboned because i'm trying to determine Key Scenes, this really is the au of my heart and i'm very surprised no one else has done it. (on the other hand, i guess this fandom largely does not care about Rose Walker as a character worth exploring in fic, so.) things i want to explore:

Blackness as an ontological position that deals with quotidian horror: why yes i read a lot of critical race theory for my work

the final girl as a kind of monstrous figure, because what else can defeat the monster figure of the slasher.

[spoiler: i do think the logical end of this fic would be that Rose supplants Dream, but there's something to be said about how horrific the og end of the doll's house arc is, too, with Rose FINALLY encountering an adult/mother figure whom she is almost immediately separated from by death. very Hartman's "Lose Your Mother" type shit. also can someone else write the connection between the Middle Passage epistemology and how the Walkers are literally separated by an ocean from their last remaining ancestor and she has to die to enable them to have any kind of survival/future? or am i gonna have to write a whole essay.]

Rose's proximity to the Corinthian is precisely what saves her brother and also in some sense her...what entails horror for most of the audience actually appears as a kind of boon for her because she exists outside the same narrative structures as the rest of the human characters due to being the Vortex.

Dream is very much sympathetic in the ways that a lot of slasher figures are intended to be (Jason, Michael Myers, Candyman, etc.), as in the slasher is supposed to address some perceived "wrong" but their only recourse is violence...but also from the POV of a final girl, the slasher is strictly antagonistic because who gives a shit about his hangups when he's trying to kill you - i.e., what is the price of your survival for the status quo

as someone who has been scared their whole life, i love horror as a medium for exploring "the oldest emotion known to mankind." and i think the genre offers fun ways to think through Rose's subjectivity.

#ask games #final girl au #rose walker #i gotta rewatch the doll's house arc so i can get some timeline shit cleared up #but also like...ah!!! what if Rose clocked Dream as a threat from the get go?? what options does she really have???

[icy-book]

*looks at terrick* I can put these guys in so many situations

#I've created like 10 different aus for them in the past two weeks #And none of them will come to fruition #terrick #Also just the kiddads generally #They're like two dolls in a customisable doll house/miniature stage to me #Help

[safwunnz]

Bro idk what's happening like why I can't see your post on my fyp or following 😔

whsowgsowvdo whhaaa :<?? it’s ok tho lol

cOUgh Cough anyways I wanted to show this fav key frame for an animatic I’m working on

#undertale #art #undertale au #doodle #undertale oc #haha you must be wondering saf how did you get the perspective so on point the house looks great 😲😲🤯💥💥 #well #BITCHES!! IT LOOKS SO COOL CUZ I USED MY SIX-YEAR-OLD DOLL HOUSES AS A REFERENCE 💥💥 #finally putting those to use 😎😎 #I practically use all my old toys as art references 💥

[ask-annabelle-the-doll2]

damn boy, dolly are so hot 😍🙏

Dolly: why are people going for me?!

#killashaker #ask me things #fanart #answered ask #ask me stuff #ask anything #ask me questions #dolly dearest #the house of living dolls #digital art #characters au

[nonhumanhermitheadcanons]

Any thoughts on the alternate Grian's, NPG, Robot Grian, Ariana Griande, sherlocked grian, ect

we have many thoughts :)

As a base line, All Grian's are completely separate entities.

NPC Grian- He's a summoned demon or something like that. He loves rustic houses and Grian will go to him if he needs help on a rustic house. NPG can't build anything else. It’s his thing. Don't worry about it. 

Robot Grian- He's a funky boy. Grian made him to help in his workshop and assist with builds that cover a large area.

Ariana Griande- There's a thing in clothing making called "darts", where an extra seam is put in something to fit a body more tightly. It's usually used to make dresses and shirts seem more feminine. Grian, a living doll with multiple bodies to choose from of his own, discovered that darts can be put into the pattern he uses as well. He just thought it'd be funny to have a female-presenting body around, and, hey, it came in handy! ~Admin Leo

Sherlock Grian- Yeah he basically just sewed some eyebrows on. A pipe, too, since our doll Grian doesn't have a mouth to hold it with. ~Admin Leo

Guinea pig Grian- He was never meant to become ‘real’ the core Grian made the joke one day and a few days latter an oddly familiar guinea pig shows up out of the blue. Sooo yeah, he’s just a normal Guinea pig... Probably. 

Watcher Grian- contrary from popular belief Grian was rescued from certain death by the watchers. They plucked him from the void before he could die. then started to train him the magic of the watchers so they wouldn't have to save him again.

Sideways Grian- ...we can only really explain this one with doll Grian. He made a spare body Like That mostly just to see if he could - putting his button eyes and such on one arm piece, trying the stretchy sweater on sideways, and so on. It mostly doesn't confuse him to use, although it's tough to navigate when he's looking out one side of his body that's always moving as he walks.

#npc grian #Robot Grian #Ariana Griande #Sherlock Grian #Watcher Grian #Hermitcraft #Hermitcraft Headcannon #Grian #All the Grians #This reminds me of an AU that was around in season six #were different grian versions would meet each other #multi admin/mod post #Guinea pig Grian #watchers are good in this house #doll grian