#brown babydoll ram

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Brown babydoll ram care kit with coffee-scented items, stim toys, plushies, little accessories and coffee-based snacks for anon

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Okay so I was listening to the song agora hills (not saying I like Doja but her song hit okay? Hate the sinner love the sin) ANDDDD it have major hobie brown x lovesick puppy reader. Like this woman is DEVOTED to her mans. Like really devoted. On her knees with puppy eyes type of love. Always wanting to be on him and nuzzling him. Whines when he tries to move. Just very..loving. Hobie doesn’t mind obviously. And it gets worse when they have sex. She whines while his cock rams into her, grabbing the sheets tightly to ground her🙏. SO YES I NEED A FIC LIKE THATTT…just very fluffy but smeggsy sex

Somethin’ Different About You (Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Swearing, Reader Gets Whiney, Making Out, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Piercings (Prince Albert), Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Doggy Style, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Creampie, Post-Sex Cuddling, Cockwarming, Ass-Lover Hobie™ Word Count: 3k+ A/N: I literally listened to Agora Hills for the first time a few weeks ago and it was 😩👌Anywhoooo, thank you for the spicy request and I hope you enjoy!

“Guess we’re havin’ a night in,” Hobie shrugged as he peeked at the thick blanket of snow covering the street below. Frost caked the outside of your flat’s window as a tiny space heater hummed in the corner of your room. Your boyfriend closed the blinds shut before turning towards you with a quirked brow.

“You cold, babydoll?” Hobie asked as he watched you tremble beneath the thick comforter. You nodded as your teeth chattered incessantly. Hobie pursed his lips before he lumbered towards your bed. Your heart skipped a beat as your love cupped your cheek, his palm already warming you to the core.

“You want me to help warm you up?” he murmured, a hint of desire laced in his words as he looked at you with a soft, half-lidded gaze. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as you eagerly nodded your head.

“P-Please,” you frowned and wiggled beneath your comforter. Hobie cracked a grin and chuckled before he grabbed the bottom of his red t-shirt. Your eyes widened as he quickly slipped his shirt over his head, his puffy wicks fanning out as he tossed the clothing aside. You sucked in a sharp breath as you raked your eyes over his lean abs, your eyes eventually landing on the thick, dark happy trail.

“Like what you see, lovie?” Hobie snickered with a teasing grin. You bit your lip as your cheeks swelled with heat.

"I can't help it," you muttered sheepishly as you glanced away. Your boyfriend snickered as he unlatched the buckle of his studded leather belt, his ripped jeans falling to the floor not long after. You felt a wave of heat wash over you as you caught side of Hobie's dark boxers loosely hanging around his sharp hips. He chuckled again.

“Scoot on over, baby,” he lilted. You immediately did as you were told, your heart pounding in your ears as he slid beneath the covers with you. You instantly came to his side and snuggled against his warm body, your lips curled into a giddy smile as he wrapped his lanky arms around you. “Mmm, there’s my pretty girl,” Hobie cooed before gently kissing the crown of your head. You squealed and dipped your head into his chest as he wrapped one of his ankles around yours.

Hobie sighed, letting his warm breath cascade over the back of your ear and down your neck as he held you close. Your heart skipped a beat as he nuzzled his face into your neck - his plush lips delicately brushing over your pulse and nose ring gliding against your skin.

“I was thinkin’…maybe after the weather gets better, we could go iceskatin’? I know you've been wantin' to go for a while,” he suggested as he traced mindless shapes against your hip. Your eyes lit up as you wiggled at his suggestion.

“Really?” you breathed while tilting your head over your shoulder. Hobie hummed and gave a lopsided grin.

“Really really,” he replied. Your smile grew as you turned around and pecked his lips. Hobie grinned into the kiss as he spread his palm across your waist. His lips on yours felt like sunlight on a spring day: warm and soothing to the touch. You whined when he suddenly started to slip away.

“Babe, I’m just gettin’ a glass of water,” Hobie laughed. You pouted as you gazed into his deep, brown eyes.

“No, you’re too warm,” you keened and rolled on top of him. Your lover chuckled softly as you shoved your face into his neck. He sighed and stroked his hands up and down your back as he pecked your temple.

"I'll be gone for a bit, yeah?" he said while gently brushing his thick thumbs over your hips. Your heart fluttered at his light touch as you parted your lips against his skin. Hobie’s breath hitched as you gently kissed his pulse, letting your lips linger against his neck as you felt his hands tighten around your waist. “Please? Just a little longer?” you murmured, your lips dancing over his sensitive pulse as your breasts pushed against his chest. Hobie swallowed thickly as he tilted his head back. His pupils grew by the second as you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. Your boyfriend sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well…who am I to deny my baby ?” your lover said with a cocked grin. You squealed and wiggled on top of him, drawing another deep, melodic chuckle from his throat. You smiled widely as you finally felt like you were starting to warm up against your beloved’s body, his hands wandering up and down your sides as he peppered your cheek with kisses. You giggled before he suddenly laid his palms against your ass and tenderly squeezed your supple cheeks.

A mischievous smile crossed Hobie’s features as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Y’know…there’s another way I could help warm you up,” he whispered while smoothing his hands up and down your bum.

You squealed as he suddenly flipped you over, his long body draped along your back as your stomach and breasts pressed against the ruffled sheets. You whined as you felt him trace his hands along the curve of your butt.

“You wanna feel my fingers stuffin’ that perfect pussy of yours, sweet girl?” Hobie purred as he teased the band of your pants with his nimble fingers. Your walls fluttered as you gulped.

"Y-Yes please," you murmured and swayed your hips side to side. Your jaw went slack when he suddenly tugged your pants and panties over the globes of your ass.

You shivered as the cold air rolled over your exposed skin while Hobie slipped his hand between your soft thighs. You keened and arched your back as Hobie gently circled his fingertips over your slick, needy hole. You trembled as he pecked over your neck and slid his long, heavy fingers up and down your juicy slit. You moaned and wiggled beneath your lover as he spread your folds apart, the small squelch sending a pulse of heat through your dripping snatch.

"Keep making those noises f'me, baby. Love hearin' your sweet voice," Hobie purred before puckering his lips over your neck. You gasped and mewled as he suckled on your pulse while smoothing his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Mmm, good girl," he groaned before lathing his warm tongue over the fresh hickey adorning your neck.

"Hobie, please," you pouted and shifted your hips as he continued to tease your puffy clit with his digits. You felt him smirk against your pulse as he trailed his fingers further down your slit. You squeezed your eyes shut and ducked your head into your arms as he gently prodded your entrance wide open with two thick fingers.

"God, you feel so fuckin’ warm," Hobie rumbled before sucking over your neck once more. You panted as you felt him sink his digits even deeper inside your wet heat, feeling every inch of his long fingers drag along your velvety walls.

“H-Hobieee~,” you keened as you felt your tight hole being stretched by his nimble digits. Your walls pulsed as he peppered your neck with wet, sloppy kisses. The deep groan that reverberated inside Hobie’s chest made you quiver as he began to slowly pump his fingers inside your dripping sex. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he scissored his digits within your tight heat.

“Such a sweet girl,” your boyfriend murmured as he skillfully curled his fingers with a wet squelch. You squirmed as he slipped his other hand up your burning body, his fingers taking a greedy handful of your breast before giving it a tender squeeze.

“F-Faster, please,” you begged him while slapping your ass against his palm. Hobie’s snicker reverberated against your neck before he slammed his fingers down to the knuckle. You squirmed and keened at the delicious push and pull of his digits against your sensitive, velvety walls.

“Fuck,” you choked out as you ducked your face into the pillow. Your body jiggled each time he thrusted his fingers back into you, drawing out heavy sighs and sonorous moans from your pretty lips.

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” your boyfriend praised as he snaked his other hand around and began to draw sloppy shapes around your clit. You tensed beneath him as your walls fluttered against his long, curved digits. “Don’t hold back - I want you to cum on my fingers before I fuck this cute little pussy of yours,” your lover rumbled in a low, husky voice before nipping at your earlobe.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed your clit with even more fervor, each stroke bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your sweet release.

“H-Hobie,” you writhed as he tugged the collar of your sweater to the side. A small gasp left you as Hobie nibbled on your shoulder before lathing his warm, wet tongue over the tiny bite mark. Your legs violently shook as your boyfriend's fingertips brushed against your gummy cervix, the sensation causing the band inside you to violently snap.

“Fuck yes!” you cried out and threw your head back as your pussy squeezed his digits in a greedy vice - soaking his nimble fingers with your warm, delectable nectar.

“Christ,” Hobie cursed as he slowly dragged his fingers inside your puckering hole. “Makin’ such a mess, babydoll," your lover drawled. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers against your g-spot; a massive wave of pleasure rolling through your fluttering cunt as you mewled. “I fuckin’ love it,” Hobie murmured while smirking against your shoulder.

You felt like your limbs were turned to jelly by the time your walls stopped pulsing around his thick digits. Your breath hitched as your boyfriend slowly pulled out his deft fingers, leaving your entrance raw and oozing with your cream. You slowly opened your eyes when you felt something warm and slick against the corner of your mouth.

"Go on, lovie: see how good you taste," your lover rumbled. You parted your lips with a heavy sigh before Hobie slipped in his slick-coated digits. You moaned softly as the sweet taste of your own cum washed over your delicate tastebuds. Hobie groaned and pulled his boxers down as you curled your lips over his fingers and suckled on them tenderly.

"Fuck, that's a good girl," he praised as you swirled your tongue around his thick, long fingers. You fluttered your lashes as he pulled his fingers towards the inside of your cheek. You mewled and thrusted your ass back as you felt the cold bulb of his cock piercing rub up and down your drenched slit.

"You still want me to stretch out this cute pussy with my thick cock, hm?" Hobie chuckled as he teased your needy clit with his throbbing tip.

"Fuck, yes!" you slurred against his fingers as you threw your ass back. You could practically feel the smirk on Hobie's face as he slipped his fingers from your mouth with a wet "pop". You shivered as he traced his wet fingertips along your spine before smoothing his palm over one of your supple asscheeks. You squirmed against your lover's touch as he lined his tip to your weeping entrance. The ache to be filled with his long, veiny cock drove you into a lustful frenzy as you whined.

"Hobie, please! I-I need you," you mewled your cheeks jiggling against his taut hips as his bulbous head just barely slipped past the rim of your tight hole. You shivered as his hot breath fell against your neck.

"I'm here, baby," he murmured gently as he spread your cheeks apart. You gasped and instantly curled your fists against the soft, cotton sheets as Hobie slowly pushed his girth inside your needy cunt.

"Fuck, Hobie!" you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as your walls stretched and molded to the perfect curve of his length.

"God, you wrap around me so fuckin' perfectly," Hobie grunted as he squeezed your bum. A shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core when his sharp hips became flush against your ass, his whole length stuffing you to the limit. You swallowed thickly and mewled as you felt his heavy balls rest snugly against your puffy clit: the light pressure enough to make you nearly fall over the edge again.

"Oh my fuckin' God," Hobie groaned as your walls pulsed around his shaft. Your eyes shot open as he dragged his cock half-way out before slowly thrusting it back inside your tight, squelching hole. "Pussy feels so good, lovie," he moaned as he rocked his hips at a steady pace.

"F-Fuck," you keened at the delectable, wet friction of his dick gliding along your silky walls. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt your cunt spasm and clench around his cock. "No, not yet," you begged internally before gasping as he slammed his cock down to the hilt.

Your moans nearly shook the walls as Hobie's pace began to pick up, the tightness in your core growing with every drag of his dick. Your legs trembled as you felt his Prince Albert kiss and rub against your cervix with each eager thrust.

"S-Shit, babydoll. Huggin' me so tight," Hobie grunted as he dug his nails into your hips, the pressure enough to surely leave bruises tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as stars began to dance in your vision.

"God, yes - k-keep going," you moaned and arched your spine as you felt every nerve ending in your body glow with pleasure. Your body instantly stiffened when Hobie slipped his fingers against your engorged clit.

"Hobie!" you screamed as the cord inside you violently snapped. Your eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed and tumbled over you - a riptide of bliss tearing your mind to shreds. Your legs quaked as your pussy clenched down on his dick - gripping it in a deliciously snug vice.

"Oh God," Hobie grunted as his thrusts faltered, your walls pulsing and soaking his cock with your warm slick. You babbled his name incessantly as he began to snap his hips forward once more. "You're so fuckin' hot when you squirt all over my cock, baby," your boyfriend moaned while pounding into your puffy cunt.

You could only manage a strangled mewl as your body was shaken with wave after wave of overstimulation. Your jaw went slack at the sound of your cheeks clapping each time Hobie's hips slapped against your body.

"Want me to fill you up, sweet girl?" Hobie purred as he began to rub messy circles around your bundle of nerves. You released a strained cry of pleasure when his cock twitched between your snug walls. "C'mon, baby: let me here you," your lover coaxed before gently pressing his soft lips to your shoulder. You parted your lips as you slightly tilted your head to the side.

"Y-Yes," your voice cracked as you felt yourself already growing tight again. Only Hobie could do this: make you cum so many times before he eventually filled you up with his thick, potent seed. "Yes, H-Hobie. Please stuff me so full that your cum leaks from my pussy," you mewled. You felt him smirk against the patch of goosebumps over your skin as he continued to thrust his heavy length into your aching, stretched out hole.

"That's my girl," Hobie's breath stuttered before he latched his mouth onto your skin. You threw your head back and keened as you felt the gentle suction of his lips against the tender bite mark left from before. Your mind was too far-gone with pleasure to even register the sound of your bed loudly creaking and groaning as your lover's thrusts began to falter.

"Fuck, (Y/N). Cum with me, lovie. Cum with-" Hobie cut himself off as he suddenly slammed his cock down to the base. Both of you moaned in unison as waves of pleasure rocked you to the core. "Fuck yes," Hobie gasped as his cock pulsed inside your drenched cunt, painting your walls with ropes of this thick seed. Your head spun as he panted against your shoulder, his fingers now digging crescents into your plush waist.

"S-So good, Hobie," you shuddered as your body was ravaged with euphoria. You panted heavily as your pussy sucked him deep inside you, his piercing pressing against the gummy plug to your womb as his cock continued to throb. Your heart pounded in your ears as you drifted back down from your high, your body coated in a thin sheet of sweat as Hobie groaned.

The room was filled with the sound of your combined, heavy panting as the two of you caught your breath. You whimpered as he slowly began to pull out.

"You okay, lovie?" Hobie asked as he smoothed his hands over the marks he dug into your hips. You sighed as you soaked in every dip and curve of his body pressed against yours: from his calloused fingertips lingering on your skin to his softening cock still trapped between your cum-coated walls.

"I...I just want us to stay like this," you said while biting your lip, your heart pounding against your sternum as you fluttered your lashes. "Please?" you cooed. Hobie chuckled softly as he gave a slow nod.

"As you wish," he hummed. You squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his lanky arms around your torso and plopped onto his side.

"Hobie!" you laughed as he pecked your neck while pulling you flush against him. You giggled at the cheeky smile plastered on his face as he peppered your neck with slow, lazy kisses. Your body glowed with warmth as he sighed and traced his fingertips over the curves of your stomach.

"You're so special t'me, y'know that?" Hobie said, his voice hoarse yet also endearingly soft. You slowly turned your head and gave him a gentle smile.

"You're special to me, too, Hobie," you murmured before kissing the tip of his pierced nose. Your boyfriend grinned ear-to-ear as he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Love you, babydoll," Hobie murmured as he slowly closed his eyes. You giggled when he suddenly let out a loud snore, the sound rumbling through your ear as his chest rose and fell. You cooed and pecked his cheek before pulling the covers over your worn bodies.

"Love you, too, Hobie," you whispered gently.

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PROMPT 18 W PATRICK ( cos y not )

— A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your request, I was thinking about the ideas of public sex with Patrick and decided to write some of them down, so this is a short and creamy drabble. Hope you like it!

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People walked peacefully down the street, unaware of the lewd slapping sounds of flesh-meeting-flesh as you were trapped between the wall and Bateman’s huge body in the dark alley; Patrick’s big palm was pressed tightly over your mouth, silencing all the little nasty sounds you made as his beefy cock was tearing you apart from the inside.

"Awww, it hurts? Too bad, you're going to keep taking it until I'm satisfied," he grunted against your neck, biting the tender skin and sucking on your earlobe. "Damn ... you're so f-fucking tight!"

"Mmh-ahh, p-please!" You tried to whimper. 

"Now, now, little girl," he crooned in a sexy voice, shoving his thumb into your wet mouth. "You better be quiet ... unless you want the whole street to know what a slut you are."

Obediently, you sucked on his finger, pressing yourself closer to the wall as his pounding became harder and deeper by the second — he must have been so close to orgasm, his firm hips thrusting into you raw but sloppily. As Patrick sensed your tiny body convulsing beneath him, he rested his chin on the top of your head whilst his long fingers were already working their way down to your needy mound.

"A-ahh!" You moaned pitifully, almost biting the thumb you were sucking, but then you froze as his skillful digits toyed with your sensitive little tip. 

"I can feel how hard your greedy pussy is clinging to my dick, mmm-fuck!" Bateman closed his eyes in ecstasy, ramming into you more intensely and pulling out his digit to wrap his hand around your neck.

Shaking, you could feel your saliva running down your jaw as you couldn't close your mouth from the way he was fucking you into oblivion; not to mention your taut nipples rubbing against the wall through the thin fabric of your clothes and that was already too fucking much.

"P-Patrick!" you wailed suddenly, almost breathlessly, turning to meet his burning brown eyes. "I … I'm about to c-cum … a-www!"

"I bet you are," he snapped as his long fingers mercilessly stroked your throbbing clit, smearing your wetness all around your cunt. "Mmm … my hot little bunny! Gonna fill your little pussy with my seed ... argh! Until she is so fucking full!"

Patrick pushed you hard against the wall once he felt your soft inner walls milking his thick cock so perfectly. Sobbing, you had to bite your lips almost to the blood, your womb pulsed so vigorously, and he kept slamming into you from behind, reaching his own high.

With a muffled growl, Bateman rolled his hips against your ass, spilling his sticky cum into your bruised pussy until it began to flow down your inner thighs.

"Ahh, look at you," he mused in delight as he looked down between your legs. Then Patrick spread your buttocks and cooed barely audibly. "So ruined … mmm … I love this view, babydoll."

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Kinktober Day #31: Free Day (Hunt Fic)

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Swiss/Geode (OC)

Swiss and Geode have their own little hunt.

Geode is an earth ghoul OC I made during Mushy May as sort of a birthday present to myself. Now, I don't have the birthday excuse, but I wanted to be incredibly self indulgent for the last day of Ghostober. This was a daydream that got me through many a shitty day at work.

Contains shadow magic!Swiss, they/them pronouns for Geode, clit and folds for their anatomy. Hunting, some blood and biting, several check ins, rough outdoor sex, and some fairly sweet aftercare.

This month has been so much fun, it was really a challenge to get myself out of my comfort zone and write more smut, and I had a really good time. Thank you everybody for reading!

Read under the cut or on AO3!

It's late enough into autumn that the forest surrounding the Abbey is a thousand shades of red and orange and brown, and Geode can feel the change in the earth around them. The sun is just starting to set, casting everything in golden light and violet shadow. They can also feel the excitement radiating off of their partner, his partial quintessence buzzing like ozone around them.

"This is gonna be over before it even starts," they whisper, crossing their arms over their chest as they stare up at Swiss, who's grinning brightly like a fool, even more so than normal. Their tail whips anxiously behind them.

His grin fades into something kinder, and he brings them close to him, his arms wrapping around them as he holds their face to his chest, petting over their grey, braided hair, avoiding the sharp edge of their broken horn and the crystal growth inside the hollow bone. "I'll go easy on you, babydoll. And I won't hurt you too bad, promise."

They chuckle, hearing the wind rustle the leaves around them. Geode presses their cheek further into his sternum, listening to his heartbeat, a little faster than normal.

"How about this," He says, rubbing a big hand up and down their spine, the other playing with the end of their braid. "I'll give you a fifteen minute headstart. You have free rein to use your magic. I'll use just my quintessence, none of my earth or fire, and we both know my quintessence isn't that strong."

"Don't sell yourself short," Geode says, having had seen the full extent of his magic. Even though a full quintessence ghoul's magic might be stronger, he's still powerful.

Swiss laughs, kissing right between their ram's horns. "Okay, pretty ghoul. If at any point you want to stop this, you yell for me and I'll come find you, okay?"

Geode takes a deep breath through their nose, nodding. "Okay. And red to stop if you catch me."

"And red to stop when I catch you," He gives them his easy smile again, despite the hunger in his threat. Geode almost says damn it all to the game then and there, biting their lip to keep from just jumping him at the treeline. He pulls at their jaw gently, angling their face up to kiss them sweetly before tearing himself away, taking several steps back. "Fifteen minutes, babydoll. Time starts now."

Geode's eyes widen, feet frozen to the ground for a moment before they turn and sprint into the woods. They're much smaller than him, a little lighter on their feet, but despite his size, he's just as agile, and Geode wants to get as much distance between him and them as they can.

They may work strictly in the abbey, tucked inside of one of the many ancient libraries, but Geode's still a being of the Earth. They know the forest, it speaks to them like an old friend. It shows them the pathways near invisible in the twilight, the ones through the brush too dense for most to pass through.

Geode runs, heart beating harder and harder in their chest, both from the exertion as well as the anticipation. They have no watch or way to tell time except for the sun lowering on the horizon. Any moment, Swiss will start to hunt them, track them down like the hellbeasts they both are.

As if on cue, the wind picks up, rustling the leaves overhead. The shadows dance and sway, and they whisper in Swiss's voice. Ready or not, here I come.

Geode bites down hard on their knuckles to keep from whining as his voice filters into their mind, careful enough to not draw blood. They know the scent will carry, and not only will that draw Swiss straight to them, him smelling their blood before he gets his hands on them will make him call the whole thing off, too concerned for his own good.

They duck against a rocky outcropping near a gravel bank, the creekbed at the bottom long dry, a tiny trickle of spring water at the very bottom. Their back is pressed flat against the rock, eyes squeezed shut as they listen, and the Earth tells them he's on the move, fast approaching. They do their best to suppress their scent, parchment and sweet lilac, tinged with just enough fear to sour the smell.

Soon enough, much sooner than they were anticipating, they hear thundering footsteps coming quickly in their direction. "Oh, Geo!" He calls out, voice carrying like a bell, and Geode does their damn best to bite back their gasp. "Gemstone, I know you're around here!"

They take a deep, quiet breath, focusing on the energy thrumming through their veins. Fifty feet downstream, gravel crunches as it rolls into the streambed, like someone slipping as they try to cross. The pebbles splash into the tiny creek. They hear Swiss's footsteps freeze, start to retreat.

Geode waits until they can't hear him anymore, scrambling off in the other direction, deeper into the woods. Once they feel safer, they double over behind a tree, catching their breath.

It doesn't take much longer for the wind to kick up, shadows racing and dancing. Clever trick, babydoll. I'm on your trail. Keep moving, unless you want to get caught.

That's the problem, they think bitterly. They do want to get caught, that's the whole point of this. But they keep moving, even as their thighs burn, lactic acid building up in their muscles.

The sun keeps sinking below the horizon, the forest growing darker and darker with every passing moment. The earth stops listening to them, branches whipping at their limbs, the briars catching on their clothes. But they keep moving, racing deeper and farther into the forest, the prey animal in their brain taking full control. They clench their fist, pulling tree roots and large stones up in the path behind them, hoping to at least slow him down.

Geode bursts into a clearing, coming to a screeching halt as they see two gold eyes glinting in the darkness ahead of them. They clap a hand over their mouth to stifle their shriek.

They back away from the treeline slowly, but pause. There's a subtle tingling at the base of their spine. The smell of an oncoming storm. Quintessence. It isn't real. He's behind them.

Geode breaks into a sprint again, ready to charge through the illusion he pressed into their mind. But, by the time they reach the center of the clearing, the shadows shift and morph, twisted hands reaching out and clawing for their wrists. They shriek as they grab onto their wrists and ankles. Geode's eyes widen in almost-real fear as they tug at the shadows holding them, but their grip is iron-strong.

Their tail lashes, and they try to kick at the shadows, their rational mind taking the backburner. They're shadows. There's no fighting them, but Geode keeps struggling.

Swiss melts out from the shadows, stepping out into the clearing. His tail whips behind him, gold eyes shining in the twilight like an animal's. He grins, teeth unglamoured, sharp and shining and dangerous.

Geode gulps, pulling fruitlessly at the shadows holding their limbs as Swiss begins to circle around them. Slowly, so slowly, he circles around them, gaze heavy as it rakes over their body. Geode grits their teeth, chest heaving as he comes to a stop in front of them.

He's a solid foot taller than them, towering over their trembling form. His eyes light up with delight, something dark behind it. Geode knows they can call an end to this at any moment, but they've never seen this look directed at them before.

"Lookie here, you put up quite the fight, babydoll," he croons, taking their jaw in his giant hand, making them look up at him, fingers digging slightly into their cheeks. "But you're back where you belong, with me."

Geode tries to struggle against the shadows holding their limbs, whining under their breath as Swiss makes them look at him. "Do you still want me to struggle?" they whisper, "You're making it really hard to stay in character."

Swiss laughs, grinning brightly before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to their pursed lips, staring fondly at them. "Are you yielding to me, babydoll?"

They don't answer, panting and trying to catch their breath.

Swiss's face falls, concern clouding his eyes and creasing his brow. His hand loosens its grip, just caressing their cheek now. "Baby, check in? Gimme a color?"

"Green," they pant and nod, chest heaving. They swallow. "Just, Lucifer, Swiss, this is so much."

His gaze darkens, and the grip he has on their chin tightens until his fingers dimple the flesh of their cheeks. "Go on, babydoll, yield to me. I've got you. Say it."

Geode sucks in a shaky breath, blushing with exertion and fluster as they stare up at him. Their tail lashes behind them, truly an animal trapped in a corner. Their stiff posture breaks, slumping into the shadows' hold. "You caught me," they breathe. "I yield."

He grins, something dangerous and feral but still so warm, grabbing them by the waist and dispelling the shadows. He half shoves them into the leaf litter, cupping a big hand against the back of their head so it doesn't hit the ground too hard. "Good babydoll," he croons, stealing a hungry kiss. "Knows when they've gotten themselves in too deep. Knows when to give in and let themselves get caught."

Swiss tugs at their shirt with sharp claws, ripping the fabric from them, and they shiver in the autumn air. Geode whines, the grey of their eyes swallowed up by black pools, tilting their head back to bare their throat. They shudder as the broken edge of their horn scrapes against the ground, the sensitivity like a chipped tooth.

He growls, straddling their hips, pinning their arms to their sides. "Could just fucking eat you up, Geo," he snarls, bending down and pressing his fangs against the column of their throat; he can feel the way they swallow.

"You better," they snap, finding a little more fight, "Chased me halfway through the woods for what? Some sweet talk?"

Swiss snarls, sinking his teeth into the crook of their neck. When he pulls back, his grin is stained crimson. "You're not in any position to make demands right now, sweetheart."

Geode pants as the pain courses through their veins, blood dripping down their shoulder. Their teeth dig into their bottom lip, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, even as their eyes sting with unshed tears.

"Oh, gemstone," he coos mockingly. "Didn't that hurt, baby? You always cry so pretty when I mark you."

"Try harder," they grunt, still trying to squirm out from under him, even though his weight keeps them pressed down into the leaf litter.

"Babydoll," Swiss chides, grabbing their unbroken horn in one hand, shoving their head down to the ground. The look in his eye is hungry and predatory, dangerous. "You're not getting out of this. You know what to say to stop this. Now behave, you fucking yielded." He snarls, teeth dripping with their own blood, and Geode's entire body goes lax under him. "Good ghoul," he says, licking a filthy stripe up their throat, smearing their blood across their skin.

"Swiss," Geode whines, pupils blown, their heart rattling at their ribs. "Please."

"Oh, now you beg for it," Swiss says, smiling, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you. I've got you."

He wraps his hand around their braid, using it and the grip on their horn to flip them over onto their stomach, pushing their cheek into the leaves. He's considerate enough to leave their broken horn alone, the edges sensitive and sharp. The smell of decaying plant matter fills their nose, but it's quickly overpowered by Swiss's sweet spicy scent as he drapes himself over their bare back, the soft fabric of his hoodie warm against their skin. "You put up such a fight, sweet little thing. But I told you I was gonna catch you. I was always gonna catch you."

Swiss plants a kiss right between their shoulderblades before reaching down and yanking their shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. He laughs as the scent of their arousal hits the air as he exposes them, shivering in the autumn chill. "Oh, gemstone, you're soaked. All of that just from running from me? I'm surprised I didn't find you sooner."

Geode keens as he hauls them to their knees, knocking their legs apart as he kneels behind them. They hear a zipper and rustling fabric, swallowing hard as Swiss leans over their body again.

"Geo, baby," he whispers, dropping the cruel tone for just a moment. "You want fingers first?"

They take a second to try and get their brain back online. "I'll be ok," they breathe. "Want you, please, Swiss."

"Anything you want, babydoll," Swiss laughs, running his hands up and down their sides. Geode relaxes under his familiar touch, slumping further against the ground. When he brings them back down, he grabs their hips hard, pulling them back and grinding against them. He groans loudly, and Geode keens into the dirt as he ruts against their folds.

"What a pretty thing I caught," he growls, reaching down to line himself up with them. Geode bites their lip, squeezing their eyes shut as they tense up in anticipation.

He pushes forward surprisingly gently, leaning over them, holding both of their wrists behind their back in one big hand. They groan in sync as he bottoms out, grinding just a little.

"Shit," Geode hisses at the stretch, even though they asked for it. It stings bright in the very core of them, Swiss so deep inside of them they swear they can taste him.

Swiss pets at their hair, his breathing heavy against their back as he starts to move. He doesn't start slow, both of them keyed up with adrenaline. He ruts into them frantically, punching little gasps and whines out of them with each movement.

"So tight, babydoll," Swiss grunts, tucking his face into their shoulder, nipping and sucking on the skin there. "So hot and wet, all for me, right?"

Geode keens, eyes squeezed shut as each thrust pushes them further into the ground. "Yours," they pant, yelping as Swiss bites down a little harder. "Shit, you caught me, I'm yours."

"Damn right, gem," Swiss growls, accenting each word with a roll of his hips. "Mine."

Geode shivers at his possessive tone, shutting their eyes and letting each thrust push them against the ground. The earth is a comfort to them, but not as much as knowing they're in Swiss's hands. It feels almost blasphemous, something meaning more to them than their Creator-given element, but it feels right, safe, letting him take them like this, in the middle of the woods. They crack their eye open, one cheek pressed into the earth. Geode can see him draped over them, silhouetted by the indigo sky, the stars starting to come out.

"Oh, fuck, babydoll," Swiss grunts, reaching one hand under their hip to rub at their clit. Geode jolts, fingers twitching behind their back, Swiss still holding their wrists far more gently than they'd imagine in this situation.

"Swiss," they keen, writhing underneath him as he takes their clit between two thick fingers, pressing firmly at the sensitive nub. "Fuck, m'close."

He laughs, rubbing a little harder as the sound trails off into a moan. "Oh yeah, babydoll? I can feel it, you're getting tighter, shit, I'm not that far either."

"Do it," Geode pants, craning their neck back to look at him. He has his lip between his fangs, worrying at the skin there. "Please, Swiss, give it to me."

He nods, rolling his hips just right, lighting up every sensitive spot inside of them. Geode screams as he sends them falling over the edge, grey eyes rolling back into their skull, and the world is nothing but static for a long while.

Geode comes back to themselves an unknown amount of time later; the sky is full of stars, and they're no longer face down in the dirt. They lay on their back, propped up against a warm, strong body. Swiss is bent down close to them, peppering kisses across their cheeks, brushing the leaves out of their hair.

"Welcome back, babydoll," he whispers, smiling warmly.

Geode reaches up, gently putting their hand on his scruffy jaw. "Hi," they whisper, listening to the crickets chirp. They giggle, huffing air through their nose as they lean against his chest.

"You feeling okay?" he asks, tucking a stray strand of grey hair behind their pointed ear.

"I feel great," they say, watching his eyes, shining slightly in the dark. "It was a lot, but that was a lot of fun."

He smiles down at them, crinkling his eyes. "That's good to hear. I'm sorry about your throat, didn't mean to make you bleed that much. I promised I wasn't going to hurt you."

They cock their head, still weakly petting at his jaw. "S'okay," they sigh, content and sated and a little sore. "I would have said red if it were too much," they reassure him. "I promise I would have. I liked it. Thank you for indulging me."

He chuckles, leaning down and kissing them sweetly. "You're too good for me, Geode. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I could ask the same thing about you," they giggle, sighing as they lean in against him. They shiver, still topless, the night chill coming in quickly.

With them in his lap, Swiss notices their trembling. He shucks his hoodie, leaving him in a tight black tshirt, and carefully maneuvers Geode's arms to pull it on over their head. He's careful not to let anything catch or pull on their broken horn. "I've got you, babydoll," he hums, nuzzling into their throat, pressing a kiss to the bitemark. They smile, knocking their unbroken horn against Swiss's as he pushes a little bit of quintessence into them, enough to kickstart the healing process of the bites he left on them.

Geode purrs happily as the quintessence crackles across their skin like carbonation, easing their achy muscles. "Hey, Swiss?" They whisper.

"Yeah, gem?" he says, playing with the end of their braid as he adjusts the hoodie on them. It's long enough to cover their shorts, making it look almost like a dress.

"I love you. So much."

He takes a deep breath and smiles down at them again. "I love you too. You ready to go home and take a nice, hot bath and go to bed?"

They groan as they sit up, craning their neck to kiss his cheek. "Yeah, I'm ready."

He nods, slipping a strong arm underneath their knees, the other behind their shoulders, coaxing them to throw an arm around his neck as he scoops them up bridal style. Swiss groans as he gets to his feet, his knees sore from kneeling on the ground. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says, starting the trek back to the Abbey. "Let's go home."

[bl00dy-seraphim]

A Brown babydoll ram kin stimboard with themes of iced coffee, chocolate, books, typing, and soft brown things!

Requested By: Anon

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[endworld-kins]

brown babydoll southdown ram care kit with plushes, stim toys, small accessories, and coffee scented items for anon !

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[enhypenhimeyuri]

#WHO’S HIME YURI?

✿ BASIC INFORMATION!!

STAGE NAME: yuri ( 유리 ) - (yur - e)

BIRTH NAME: yuri hime ( 유리 히메 )

ENGLISH NAME: april ruby hime

NICKNAMES: babydoll, japanese princess, honey, BE:LIFT’S princess, apple

BIRTHDAY: april 07, 2004 (19 k-age)

—zodiac signs: aries (ram)

BIRTHPLACE: new york city, new york

HOMETOWN: aoyama, japan

—residence: south korea

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: black/japanese/korean

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english (100%) japanese(75%) korean (85%)

✿ PHYSICAL INFORMATION!!

HEIGHT: 165cm (5'5")

BLOOD TYPE: AB

WEIGHT : - - -

MBTI: infj

NATURAL HAIR COLOR: black

RECENT HAIR COLOR: brown with blonde highlights

NATURAL EYE COLOR: dark brown

BODY MODIFICATIONS: 6 piercings (3 on each ear lobe)

✿ CAREER INFORMATION!!

STAGE NAME: YURI

DEBUT DATE: november 30, 2020

INDIVIDUAL DEBUT: april 15th, 2022

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM: glasses

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🍎

✿ STATICS!!

DANCE: 8/10

VOCAL: 7.5/10

RAP: 9/10

STAGE PRESENCE: 10/10

✿ CLAIMS!!

FACE CLAM(S): yujin (LE SSERAFIM), wonyoung (IVE) + normani (ex. fifth harmony)

KOREAN VOICE: nayeon from twice

ENGLISH VOICE: wonyoung from ive

SINGING CLAIM: a mixture of boA , leehi, and jo yuri (christina aguilera)

RAP CLAIM: soyeon from (g) idle

DANCE CLAIM: lee bada + boA

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[bingos-buttons]

hi, could i bother you for a carekit for a brown babydoll ram? i love coffee scents and snacks, small fidgets, and plushies most of all. thank you 🤎🐏

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[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Elvis MOVIE CANON character 1 of 3

Basic Information

Name: Aricka Marie Roberts

DOB: April 31st 1935

Nicknames: Sissy, Rickie, blondie, angel, angel-eyes, darlin’, honey, beautiful, my girl, lil girl, babydoll

Birth place: an apartment in the Lauderdale courts in Memphis, Tennessee.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: hazel-blue mix

Hair color: blonde but later on she dyes it to a darker brown

Hair length: middle of her back length until 1960, when she got a pixie cut

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 150 lbs

Build: curvy

Notable features: bit of a boyish frame, very freckle-faced, wears glasses until the late 1950s when she got contacts for the first time, rosy cheeked, bright eyed, always has a hint of mischief in her smile.

Jewelry/accessories: not much of a accessory wearer until her and Elvis start dating, then she wears an EP necklace everywhere and one of his rings.

Dominant hand: left hand

Is she healthy: as healthy as the average person

Any allergies: seasonal allergies, pollen, pumpkin, certain laundry detergent gives her hives

Preferred hairstyle: until she gets it cut she always wore it curled and secured in a high ponytail.

Preferred style: she keeps with the trends as much as she’s able; and once she’s dating Elvis, he stops at nothing to make sure she’s got all the pretty clothes she ever wants.

Mannerisms

Speech style: conversational, she stutters a little when she’s excited, tends to repeat herself once in a while, tends to mumble when she’s nervous, talks loud and fast when she’s excited, gestures with her hands often, can be a tad dramatic, sometimes sing-songs words when she’s happy.

Quirks: if she snaps her fingers once, she does it at least two times for each hand, tends to look away/shy away from eye contact unless she trusts the person speaking to her, snorts if she’s laughing really hard, loves to snack during the day, if she cares about someone she provides their favorite snacks, shakes her leg/ankle when sitting for too long, constantly rolls her sleeves up or down depending on her body temperature, goes from walking slow to speed walking within a blink, shifts her weight constantly during conversations, absolutely cannot sit or stand still, craves physical touch like hand holding or leaning against someone.

Positive traits: she’s kind, considerate, loyal, empathetic, intelligent, thoughtful, resilient, optimistic, warm, friendly, honest, trustworthy, courageous, logical, wholesome, attentive, realistic, adventurous, curious, a bookworm, charming, polite, talented, forgiving, respectful, courteous, imaginative, easygoing, romantic

Negative traits: antisocial at times due to being an introvert, can be a bit childish at times, is somewhat disorganized, extremely impatient, insecure, stubborn, temperamental, vindictive only when it comes to her family and Elvis.

Background

Hometown: Memphis Tennessee

Social class: middle/working class family

Education: high school, but later on goes to study musical education

First memory; performing “this little light of mine,” at her church when she was 9.

Worst memory; when Elvis collapsed in the hallway before Aricka put her foot down and demanded he receive proper medical attention instead of being forced to do the show that night.

Best memory: swimming in the creek behind her house with her two best friends- Ram ( @letsgofoletsgo) and Elvis when she was 14. She fell off the rope swing and Elvis caught her. That was also when she fell head over heels for him.

Most important childhood event; meeting a 13 year old Elvis when her family went to meet him and his parents when they moved to her town.

Role Models: Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn, Judy Garland, Shirley Temple, Wonder Woman

Where does she live: she’s lived at Graceland with Elvis since she was 24.

Where does character want to live: somewhere warm and sunny all the time.

Family/friends

Mom and dad: Jennifer and Brian Roberts

Older twin brother: Sean Roberts

Younger sister: Charlotte Roberts

Best friend: Ramsey ( @letsgofoletsgo-!!)

Future love interest: Austin Butler!Elvis Presley

Future fankid: Desiree Jane Presley

Austin Roland Presley

Tags: Aricka x Elvis, light my morning sky with love; Aricka’s Elvis canon

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[pascals-doll]

corrupt bunny

ೀ happy birthday to our daddy dearest josè pedro balmaceda pascal 💝

ೀ a lil dbf!joel smut 4 celebration i hope u babies enjoy i was so tired from work but baby daddy deserved dis!!!

ೀ DBF!JOEL MY MAN 4EVA

ೀ description: FILTH LITERALLY FILTH HELLO, SMUT, DBF!joel, (pre-outbreak!joel kind inspired)early40s!joel, dom!joel, sub!reader, early20s!reader, heavy heavy daddy kink (MHM), choking (r receiving), cowgirl momentarily 👅, doggystyle, slight hair pulling (r receiving), breeding kink (☺️), no use of y/n, use of pet names (darlin, sweetheart/girl, babydoll), reader gets rammed in childhood bedroom.

you came home from college for summer break, you were feeling severely homesick—and sick for something else.

your dad’s bestfriend Joel. he was a burly, scruffed, and damn-right sexy; not only that but he was a man, a real man.

you couldn’t find yourself standing a second talking to a college boy after the last night you had 5 months ago before you left spring break.

now here you were, in your childhood bedroom; getting completely fucked out of your mind by that exact man, Joel.

when you came home, you expected to be greeted by your parents once you arrived at your childhood house.

your grandma had picked you up from your university and dropping you off with all your luggage; just to be greeted by Joel Miller.

he was sitting on one of the many wooden chairs on your porch, beer in hand as he leaned his back against the rest of the chair.

“welcome back, darlin’” his southern accent drawls so sweetly, your heart pooled straight to your cunt. you took in the husky man.

he was laid-back, wearing tight jeans with his old brown belt shining with that thick silver buckle holding his jeans tightly as white tee hugged his roughed-up muscles perfectly. especially, the way his brown rough of hair curled around and framed him perfectly. you were gawking as you kissed you grandma goodbye. slight shameful but fuck, he was so fine.

you forced your way up the three-steps, you could feel his eyes burn through you. the heat of summer sun wasn’t the only thing making you sweat; his gaze feeling hotter than anything else on this planet.

“hi—hiya’ Joel! —my folks?” your throat raked out—cheeks flushing in embarrassment, clearing it before continuing. you were a complete mess under the chocolate galaxy he carried in his husked eyes.

“they left for a cruise?” he answered, looking at you questionably as your memory begins to jog-back to you.

“fuck right! —you were going to greet me today—i completely forgot.” it had completely slipped your mind through your rushed packing that Joel was going to be with you for their last night of their cruise; to watch over you, take care of you.

“oughta’right babydoll—y’just gon’ stand there gawking?—or y’gon c’mere?” his tone was low as his drawl foretold.

there were no words, just actions.

you could feel the sweat trickle down your neck into the dips of your clavicle as you walked through your front door, taking in the aroma of your childhood home.

the place you grew up with your dad and Joel handling grill-outs on summers like these, the place whereas you got older, the infatuation you had for your dad’s bestfriend only turned into a undying crush.

you would do anything for Joel, anything he asked.

that’s exactly how you ended up in the salacious position you were in now; position he put you.

“better have not been fuckin’ around with those dirty ol’boys” his hot breath glazed your ear with his growl.

you took in the view of your childhood bedroom, taking in the white walls that were decorated with the cutest posters and fashion magazine rip-outs. your ceiling fan even had a pink monkey dangling from it that has been collecting the dust up there for the past decade.

your bed was completely by a full satin-ruffled bunny printed set from when you were younger, scattered with all types of stuffed animals; a couple of different colored teddy bears and hello kitties—almost all had been gifted to you by Joel himself.

this was a disgustingly heavenly-sent tainted picture-perfect moment.

he laid perfectly in between all your teddies and plushies as you hopped on him like a corrupt bunny.

“never daddy!—pussy s’yours! s’yours!” you cried as his rutting vigorous hips met yours. your titties were pushed against his broad hairy chest as his hand had a grip through your hair, keeping your heads connected.

all you could feel was the way he engulfed your insides was a flame hotter than the rays of the sun, a burn you craved more and more.

the only thing you could pay attention to be the sound of his balls slapping against your lower ass as your hips recoiled against each pistol of his own—feeling his cock brush against your cervix with each fuck-up from his cock.

the room that Joel used to once come check-in on you everytime he visited your home throughout the years, watching you become the woman you are today, so full of life and intelligent. yes, your father would kill him—go out first thing he was to find out to purchase a gun and wouldn’t hesitate to use it on him.

Joel knew this was wrong, but lord didn’t give him enough strength. it was you; how could he resist you.

it all made it more sickingly beautiful to him.

“who’s your daddy, babydoll?” Joel flipped you over. your faces embarrassingly smushed in between all your cute little plush babies.

“gah—fuck—you!you daddy! you!” it wasn’t even a second that he was outside of your cunt before slamming himself back into you.

“oh my—fuck! daddy s’big!” your cock-drunken self slurs out as you drool onto of the hello kitty’s Joel gifted you; completely dumbed out on his cock. he was biggest you’ve ever seen and taken.

you never failed to remember the way his cock stood girthy and tall, almost taking up the size of your face as one hand wasn’t even enough to pump him correctly.

Joel showed no mercy to your sweet little cunt as you were now on all fours for him, exposing him to all your perfect curves and dips; his hand running up and through your back as his hips slapped harshly against the recoil of your ass.

you felt his big callous hands hold the back of your neck, not caring for the sweat that glistened off the both of you before moving it over to grip your throat, cutting the air from you blissfully.

from now on, the only thing planted into your brain was Joel.

the way he had you in pure erotic dismay for him in your childhood bedroom, the bedroom he watched you grow up in. you loved this, you lived for this.

“such a dirty girl—likin’bein’ choked” Joel’s groan graveled, sending a shiver through your spine as you felt your vision blur from the loss of circulation. you felt like you were at the gates of heaven.

“only f’you!—only f’ya-daddydaddy please!”

your pleasantly ardenous moans and sobs echoed through your little girly walls, bouncing off just like your plush ass against his thick cock as your cunt slid him like it was molded for him and him only.

you felt his grip on your neck loosen slightly as it went to massage through the locks of your hair, roughening it up as he pulled on it slightly with each impassioned thrust into your squelching cunt.

“such a good girl fa’me—you always been, haven’t you? —gah fuck! —always wantin’ to do good by me, hm sweet girl?” the tone that carried through his deep accent was ravenous as his groans stuttered him out.

Joel could feel himself growing closer as he twitched inside of you. “yesyes! always good f’you, daddy! m’close—so close!” you moan out as you feel your legs shake as his other hand that never left your hip turned red by how deep his hand dug into your flesh.

you could feel his hips stutter as you reach your hand behind you to feel him, desperate to hold him in some form. he immediately grabs your hand and places it on his heart.

“feel this babydoll? this whatcha’ do t’me—ougah fuck! you drive m’crazy!” Joel didn’t hold back as he made his last rough and haste thrusts count.

you could feel the way his heartbeat was beating fast, beyond rapid. you were sure you loved this man “yes daddy! s’good—love yo—ah! ah! daddy!” you were so cock-drunk, you didn’t stop the confession from coming out.

“say it, sweetheart—please!” the husked groan was a beg.

“im cumming!—fuck! —i love you, i love you daddydaddy!—fuck!” the confession was carnal, but you looked back, pouring your eyes into his fucked-out ones completely matching his hungry gaze. you meant it.

“i love you more—fuck me! wanna make me a daddy? drive y’old man crazy, hm?” Joel was a menace, such a sick hot menace.

“Joel—but—but!—”

“whassa’ matter, sweet girl? y’don’t-fucking he—hell! —wanna get this young little pussy full of my kids?” you watched the sick smirk smear across his beautifully rugged lips.

“hmph fuck it-yes! yes yes! daddy daddy please—fill me up—oh my!” you blabbered out in pure bliss; you loved the idea of having his kid in such a twisted way. your dad would lose it, but right now, there wasn’t a single care in the world for the both of you.

just like that, you could feel his hot load shoot and seep into your cunt, coating your wall with his thick white cum; hoping to reach into your beautiful fertile self to bless you with a bump of his own.

the room was filled with breathless pants as your chests heaved, pulling you in once he collapsed onto your angelic frilly little bed.

you shared hot and love-drunk, wet open-mouth kisses, making both of your membranes fuzzy.

your kisses slowly went from his lips to the gruffness of the hairs on his beard, getting lost on the way the small greyish brown hair tickled your lips. then, down to his neck, leaving the softest pecks—feather-like as a deep sigh erupts through his lips.

you felt him pull you up, grabbing your chin to look at him.

there was that dark hungry gaze again.

the chocolate abyss in his eyes that lulled you in every single fucking time.

“im gon’ fill this fucking pussy t’ill i got a mini us runnin’ around.”

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[furretsden]

hello hello! could i request a brown babydoll ram carekit? i'd love coffee-scented items (like perfume, lotion, and soaps), stim toys, plushies, little accessories, and coffee-based snacks! thank you so very much, your blog is cuuuute! 🤎🐏

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[ghommytommytime]

hi hi! could i perhaps request a carekit for a brown babydoll ram? i adore coffee related items (soaps, candles, scented oils, snacks, ground coffee– anything and everything coffee), as well as chocolate hazelnut snacks, and i would also really like a phone charm, a pair of comfy simple house slippers, and a cute plushie if you can! thank you!

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[grigori77]

Guilty Pleasure #30

SUCKER PUNCH

Dir. ZACK SNYDER; Wri. ZACK SNYDER & STEVE SHIBUYA; Music. TYLER BATES & MARIUS De VRIES; Starring. EMILY BROWNING, ABBIE CORNISH, JENA MALONE, VANESSA HUDGENS, JAMIE CHUNG, CARLA GUGINO, OSCAR ISAAC, JON HAMM, SCOTT GLENN; R.T. 109 mins; 2011, USA/Canada

WHAT IT’S ABOUT: Possibly somewhere in 1960s America, Babydoll (Browning) finds herself locked away in an asylum by her brutal, corrupt stepfather, with just one week to go before she’s due to be lobotomized. As she seeks escape, she slips into a fantasy world in which she’s been sold into sexual slavery at the brothel run by Blue (Isaac), and as she enlists the help of fellow prisoners Sweet Pea (Cornish), Rocket (Malone), Blondie (Hudgens) and Amber (Chung), Babydoll slips further into her delusions, leading her into epic battles against monstrous foes in far-flung, impossible lands …

WHY IT’S GUILTY: Wow, where do I start?  There are DOZENS of reasons why this movie shouldn’t work, and plenty why it DOESN’T – the narrative structure is a twisted mess, riddled with plot holes, wild stretches in creative credibility and more than one shameful use of full-on deus ex-machina, several of the characters are badly drawn ciphers or clichéd caricatures, the pacing can be PAINFULLY inconsistent, and parts of the action sequences drag when they really should race.  Accusations of misogyny have been levelled at the film, and they’re not without foundation, while the rapey vibe of the main characters’ core dilemma can sometimes leave an unpleasant taste in the mouth.  This certainly is one of the strongest examples of a “Marmite film” in cinema, dividing critics and audiences across the board, and while the film ultimately managed to scrape even at the box office, it was nothing like the blockbuster tour-de-force it was intended to be.

WHY IT’S A PLEASURE: And yet, if you just switch off and go with it, there’s still plenty to enjoy here.  This was, after all, written and directed by Zack Snyder (co-writing with relative unknown Steve Shibuya), whose more successful features include 300, Watchmen and Man of Steel, and if there’s one thing we learned from his other (relative) misfires, Batman Vs Superman: Dawn of Justice and Justice League, it’s that even when he delivers a clunker, it’s still an interesting and often ENTERTAINING clunker.  While it becomes an incoherent, bloated mess in places, it’s still visually stunning, every shot of the film designed to almost anal degrees of detail, some compositions genuinely transitioning into realms of high art, so the whole thing looks like a particularly rich and glossy graphic novel brought to vivid life. The action sequences are, for the most part, EXQUISITE (no surprise, really, since they were handled by stunt coordinator Damon Caro, who, as well as working on Snyder’s previous two films, also choreographed the Bourne movies), particularly Babydoll’s initial meeting with Scott Glenn’s mysterious mentor, the Wise Man, which progresses into a moody, evocative confrontation with a three enormous demonic samurai, and the spectacular steampunk-flavoured World War I-set adventure where the girls are first put through their collective action paces.  Indeed, while many characters fall short, one of the film’s genuine strengths is its five strong female leads – Emily Browning (American Gods) may be deceptively slight but once Babydoll picks up her katana and .45 automatic she’s transformed into truly iconic ass-kicker filled with unbreakable spirit, Jenna Malone (Donnie Darko, The Hunger Games) is all fire and unpredictability as troubled teen runaway Rocket, and Jamie Chung (The Gifted) and Vanessa Hudgens (High School Musical) definitely aren’t underdeveloped eye-candy as they both bring true depth and nuance to Amber and Blondie, but in many ways the true heroine of the story is Sweet Pea, Abbie Cornish (Three Billboards, Jack Ryan) adding a powerful “big sister” vibe that brings additional pathos as the tension peaks in the final act – and a genuinely memorable, compelling and creepily seductive villain in future Star Wars-star Oscar Isaac’s Blue.  YES, the film IS misogynistic, but there’s a message beneath the overt sexuality and glossy presentation, Snyder clearly trying to ram a message of feminine empowerment home and sometimes succeeding, even if it does tend to get lost in the noise. More interesting, however, is a more subtle idea buried in the narrative, telling us to keep fighting no matter what, even if the battle really can’t be won.  Clearly it’s one Snyder and co took to heart – this is a deeply flawed film that fails on many levels, particularly the genuinely ridiculous twist ending, but it’s not for lack of trying.

[bl00dy-seraphim]

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[endworld-kins]

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