The Toy Box

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I'm a 31 year old woman with aspergers just trying to heal my inner child with stuffies and cartoons, while still trying to handle grown up life and interests.

There is no rhyme or reason behind this blog. It's made up of whatever is currently occupying my mind.

I like childish things as well as grown up things. I like a few questionable ships, and some of the things I like and post might be NSFW 🔞 so be aware if you don't like that stuff.

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He spends so much time being the big scary kingpin, threatening people and moving drugs, he loves the time he gets to spend with Jinx just being her caregiver.

When he is feeling overwhelmed by work, he will call her into his office just to brush and braid her hair.

No matter how hard she tries, she will eventually break down and regress, finding herself little and without her caregiver.

And she will cry into her nest of blankets and pillows, clutching her bunny, desperately pining for Silco or Vi as she tries to pull it together.

And Silco, having seen this coming from her earlier behavior, will make the journey down to her workshop and find her clinging to her stuffed rabbit, sucking her thumb and crying silently to herself.

Silco will smile ever so slightly, taking a spot next to her in her nest as he scoops her up into his arms.

She protests at first, whining that she is too big, until he presses a kiss to her forehead and tells her that she's his little girl, and that she needs to let him take care of her.

She relents, crying into his shirt as he takes her into his lap and rocks her gently, humming a gentle tune as she slowly quiets.

After a little while, she falls asleep, and Silco will carefully lay her down in her comfy pile, whispering words of love as he tucks his arms under his head and prepares for a night in Jinxs workshop.

He will wake up tomorrow sore from having slept on the floor, but his sweet girl will be better from having him here.

But Silco thinks she is perfect. Her slim frame, her tiny butt, and her small, pert breasts. He could spend hours worshipping her body.

If he thinks she's having a bad day with her body image, he will insist on spending some time together so he can reaffirm his love for her and his appreciation for her body.

She let's him ease her fears and insecurities with kisses to her skin, trailing down every inch of her body as he whispers praises to her as he goes.

He growls as he fucks you, driving into your body with sharp, harsh thrusts of his hips. You cry out as he hits your deepest most sensitive spot, drooling on the expensive rug as he holds your head down, one hand fisted in your hair, and the other holding a bruising grip on your hip as he pulls you back against him.

You can feel him growing frustrated, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, more desperate. And you can hear his shoes shuffling against the floor as he tries to get better leverage to fuck you deeper.

You moan loudly as he hits your G-spot, causing you to flutter around his cock as you approach your climax.

You strain, trying to push back against his member, and he slaps your ass and forces you back down as he grunts and thrusts a few more times before emptying himself inside you with a low moan.

You feel the warmth coating your insides, and he huffs as he looks down at where you are connected, before harshly shoving you off his cock.

You fall to the floor, looking up at him as he throws money at you.

"Clean yourself up and get out. And next time, don't schedule another patron when you know I have an appointment with you."

You do as he says, ignoring the ache in your loins and the throbbing in your own sex from your denied orgasm.

On those days, Jinx will make it a point to turn the light off and rub his back, telling him about her newest invention as she works out all the tension along his spine.

He will listen, humming occasionally in acknowledgement as she continues the massage, until finally he dozes off to the sound of her voice.

She will masturbate over and over again, only to find it's not enough. It leaves her clawing at her own skin, desperate for relief.

That's when she goes to Silco, purring in his ear, running her hands over his chest as she grinds against his thigh.

He will eagerly agree to help her. Having her lay down on the loveseat in his office, he carefully pulls off her panties to reveal her already wet pussy. It's so soft and pink, with a little blue heart trimmed above it, he can't help but admire it for a moment.

She whines, nudging him with her foot, and he smiles softly at her impatience as he leans down and licks gently along her slit before properly delving into her sex.

She holds his head down as he eats her out, moaning and babbling nonsense as she finally gets the stimulation she needs.

He devours her cunt until it's swollen and sopping wet, her clit throbbing from overstimulation.

Only when he's certain she's had her fill does he stop, kissing her mons gently one last time before sitting up with a slight groan as his back pops from being leaned down for too long.

She giggles, feeling floaty and well fucked, hugging Silco tight and kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue.

The way they love each other tickles my brain in the most satisfying way. Because they both are just terrible and yet they care about the other so much. They are murderers and drug dealers, but they can be so soft and caring when it's just them.

She slips her hand into his pajama bottoms and strokes him to full hardness, feeling the way his soft, smooth skin slides with her hand over the plump head.

She runs her thumb over the slit on the tip, smearing the wetness gathering there as she works him. How many times has she done this now?

He moans softly in his sleep, his hips thrusting ever so slightly as she makes a fist around him and properly pumps his aching cock.

She does this for a few minutes, working him up to just before his release, and then let's him go, watching his frustration in his sleep as he is denied his orgasm.

She is happy to deny him. If he won't let her have what she wants, why should he get what he wants?

She is feeling quite smug and pleased with herself, until she turns to leave, only to feel a hand wrap around her wrist in a firm grip.

"Finish what you started." He whispers, and her heart pounds in her chest with excitement as she turns back to him, ready to continue.

So he definitely has a number of water type pokemon, but Sharpedo and Barraskewda are some of his favorites. If he needs to get rid of bodies, these two are always eager for a snack.

He will tie her wrists behind her back and spank her until her ass and upper thighs are bright red and she's crying out for him to stop.

It takes her a while to reach that point, but he is a patient man.

Once she has tears streaming down her face and is sobbing that she's sorry, he knows she's reached the point she needed to.

Then he carefully unties her and holds her close, gently rubbing her thighs and backside as she comes down.

Silco definitely has water, poison and dark type pokemon. His Sharpedo is his favorite, but he has a few others he likes, such as Tantacruel and Overqwil.