#doll reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Doll Reader arriving at Remmy's [Dollmaker Yan] doorstep to ask for his hand in marriage - Doll Remmy that is. Remmy has a social media page where he roleplays as his doll from time to time for fun. Remmy meets Doll Reader online and believes they're just another doll lover like him. Their relationship develops further to the point Remmy feels safe enough to give Reader his address when they ask. The two are indeed in love, but alas - Remmy played into the bit just a tad too well for Doll Reader to realize the truth.

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Doll Reader: Good Morning, Friend. You must be the owner of this lovely home and the maker of my dear. You both have the same handsome eyes. The same curly hair as well. Is he here with you now? There is something I would like to ask him.

Remmy: I-is who here?

Doll Reader: Ah! There he is!

[Doll Reader politely brushes past Remmy, briskly walking over to the couch where his doll sits - producing a ring from their pocket]

Doll Reader: You are as gorgeous as your pictures make you out to be. Our conversations together have been the highlight of my life. If it pleases you - would you take me as your spouse?

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Remmy sobbing in the shower because not only is his Internet crush a real doll like he always dreamed, they're in love with him but not him at the same time

[lorasdolly]

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙽’ 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚔𝚊

you grabbed your stuff, throwing a few things into a small pink bag. it was rather late, you were supposed to meet up with sevika ages ago, and yet here you were still packing things up.

it was dark and eery in your room, like it usually was.

bombs disguised as uncanny dolls and the scent of all sorts of bodily fluids flooding the place.

as you went to tie your shoes, the loud noise of destruction sounded. a thud across the building, usually never a sign of good news.

you squealed and jumped off the bed, a loud sigh exiting your mouth.

pursing your lips, you hesitated on whether to check it out or not. truly it was none of your business.

but the fleeting concern of it perhaps being sevika entered your mind, making you grab two doll shaped grenades are your tiny scythe.

leaving the rest of the bag behind, you hurried outside the apartment, the horrible scent of zaun flushing in.

while you ran towards the continuous stream of noise, pink dust came from the doll in your hand.

"awh shit," you whined, huffing a bit as you kept running.

they were fragile, delicate and to be treated with care. you designed them that way to ensure not even the make belief girls got neglected before explosion.

but the pep in your step must have ruined something in them, causing the timer to set off.

your pace increased, reaching the railing and stairs where you see sevika getting ambushed by multiple people.

since silco died, the people who respected her decreased.

you told her you'd made sure they remembered who kept them in check, and maybe just now was the right time to show it.

your breathing was uneven, deciding between running down the stairs to have close combat or throwing the soon-to-explode time bomb in your hand.

as the pink dust grew more consistent and the blood coming from sevika began to seep, you mindlessly threw the doll shaped bomb into the fight.

it caused an explosion between sevika and those who were attacking her, pink fire lighting up the trash around them.

a pout graced your face as you saw the doll blow to ashes but you snapped back, jumping down from the railing to vacantly swing your scythe around.

sevika's eyes widened, a low groan leaving her lips as she backed up to not get injured any further.

she watched as you had that little concentrated look on your face, your tongue slightly sticking out.

she let out a dark chuckle, fixing some shimmer into her arm as you kept fighting off the group of men who attempted to hurt sevika.

you pushed a man into the bundle of pink fire behind him, smirking and giggling with the cute scythe in your hand.

you grabbed the other doll-like bomb, setting it off right beneath the man, flinching as it went off.

you thought that was about it, all the men were gone.

you stood there panting, wiping blood away from your lips from the few hits you took.

the scent of metal mixed with sweat took over your nostrils, blood overwhelming your taste buds too.

you hated messes, especially when the messes were on you.

a groan left your lips, the sight of a dead man's half-burned corpse residing in front of you infuriated you more.

right when you were about to turn around to seek out sevika, another man came up behind you, ready to attack.

he was able to push you back a bit, but didn't have the time to do more when sevika ran towards the both of you.

her mechanical fist that was just enhanced by shimmer instantly made contact with the man's face, his body going numb and slamming against the closest wall.

you yelp at the sudden scare, pouting at the fact you didn't get the last hit. "totally not fair!" you complained and whined, hands finding your hips.

sevika was about to speak again, staring your bloody but somehow cute figure up and down when she saw the man who was supposed to be dead show up behind you.

your peripheral vision caught on, huffing and turning around fully to swing your scythe.

your scythe burned through the man's neck, blood splattering on your face and hair.

"eugh- gross!" you exclaimed the moment he fell at your feet.

"not interested," your shoe met his head, kicking it away.

finally, your gaze was able to peacefully meet sevika's. a small smirk painted her features.

"since when are you a fighting doll," she teased, hand running through her hand as she stood up straight.

"i knew you were a stupid doll, and surely a good doll, but fighting? color me suprised." she continued throwing mocking taunts towards you, walking to tower over you.

"hey! i saved your ass, expecting some gratitude any time soon." you said with a petulant expression on your face.

"language, doll." sevika said with a lifted brow.

her hand grabbed your chin forcefully, constraining you to look up at her. "awfully mouthy for such a small doll."

you stayed silent, embracing the small moment of her dominance. even after a violent moment, she knew how to revert you back to normal.

pliant and a mindless mess.

"mind telling me where'd you find that sharp weapon?" sevika continued, her lips on a flat line.

"jinx got it for me.." your bottom lip extended outward and she brushed her thumb over it.

"now look at you, a bloody mess, doll." she said with a certain edge of approval.

"but i helped you-" you hurried to the defensive, wanting sevika to understand why you did that.

"that you did." sevika's thumb removed blood from your face, or smudging it if anything.

your face lightened up, realizing she wasn't disappointed but infact proud.

you've gotten many reactions from sevika, but very rarely has she been proud.

"i even got all dirty for you.." you said with a sulky glint in your eyes.

"that too, doll." she acknowledged, her mechanical hand grazing over the soft supple skin of your hips and waist.

"i deserve something in return for being so good!" you kept rambling, furrowed brows as you made suggestions.

she chuckled, not fully paying attention to your words but instead focusing on how you look right:

"gettin' ahead of yourself, huh? who said you're in a spot to make demands?" she teased, desperate to see your reaction.

your confident look reverted into a sad puppy, needing reassurance. "not demands, just.. suggestions."

she nodded, finally focusing her gaze on your eyes instead of letting them wander. "good, good."

sevika cancelled her plans of going to the last drop and gambling a few pretty pennies away, instead choosing a pretty doll to entertain her.

she laid you on her bed instead of yours, knowing you hated getting your room messy.

but also because those dolls of yours secretly made her uneasy.

she begun kissing down your neck, licking any blood residue off of you. "poor doll, got all fuckin' dirty f'me." she spoke, muffled words against your neck.

both her real and mechanical hand studied your curves, relishing the moment with a sense of reverence.

she was taunting your tendency of hating dirt, but you were too pleased to notice any of the little details.

"whatdya' need, doll. use your words." sevika reached your belly button with her lips, tracing hearts with her tongue.

"y-you, sevika, please" the desperation in your words seeped through, your hands tangling in her hair as she toyed with the hem of your panties.

slowly lifting them and then releasing them so they'd snap back against your pelvis.

"i need your mouth, sevika." you said, struggling to even form coherent thoughts let alone sentences.

she chuckled against your hips, sliding down your panties. "lift your hips f'me, doll."

you did as asked, arching your back and lifting your hips.

you squirmed the moment the cold breeze hit your core, whining in need.

she put testing kisses on your pussy, then a teasingly slow stripe against your folds.

"shiiit- shit, sevika," your words were breathy, your hands tugging at her hair.

"mind your words, doll." she spoke firmly, finally latching onto your clit with hunger.

"oh- oh my god, fuck-" you whimpered, disregarding her previous orders.

she brought her mechanical arm to hold you down, stopping your squirming as she ate you like a starved woman.

"putting your life at risk f'me, thank you baby, mmff fuck," she spoke against your core, the vibrations being sent down your spine and straight to your clit.

"sevika- sevika please, so close-" you whine, head thrown back against the mattress.

"cum f'me, doll," she said, lapping at your cunt. her hips bucked against the mattress, need overwhelming her too.

but tonight was about you, she'd make sure of that.

you came undone all over her tongue as she made sure to swallow every drop.

you panted, staring down at her bigger frame and the way she rutted her hips against the mattress.

she pulled away, quick to lather your neck in kisses again before landing on your lips.

she kissed you tenderly with a tone of passion she couldn't avoid.

"se..sevika." you spoke at a breath.

"shh, rest." she got up, standing on her two feet before throwing a blanket on top of you.

her hands rummaged the drawer besides her bed for a cigarillo and lighter. as she grabbed them, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed.

she took a long drag and shifted her head away to not locate the smoke against your face.

you crawled silently towards her, the blanket still draped over your back. you reach for her bicep, needing warmth.

she looked down at you and went back towards her drawer, taking out a small pill that was the color pink.

she brought it towards your lips, immediately your lips parted and tongue sticked out.

she placed it on the small of your tongue as you retreated it back inside your mouth, letting it dissolve.

you shut your eyes and melt away, still grasping at her bicep.

"i'll get ya' a towel." she spoke quietly before standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

[tarafilmz]

‘BUT I JUST WASHED THE SHEETS?’

Paring: Innocent!Reader x Possessive!Chris

Warnings: Smut (P n V) being tied up, degrading kink, SIZE KINK. Breeding Kink, Backshots, and thats all c:

The bedroom was quiet other then the sound of ruffling sheets, Y/N was delicately pulling the freshly washed sheets over the mattress. The white and baby pink floral sheets fitting perfectly over the frame of the bed.

She hums softly to a song from a movie she had watched the night before with Chris, the bedroom door was heard creaking open. She plops down on the bed looking over a soft smile growing on her face seeing Chris.

“Hey doll”

Chris’s voice was soft yet so rough at the same time, he strides over as she grins wider her feet dangling off the bed. He leans down pressing a firm kiss on the top of her head, making her heart flutter.

“i like the pink”

Chris smirks gently tugging the baby pink sweater that hung loosely on her small figure, her cheeks flush as she smiles shyly. Her shyness only making Chris want to fuck her dumb, he couldn’t help himself… from her innocent gaze, her soft skin… perky tits….

“Chris?”

Lacey spoke softly pulling Chris out of his trance, her nods before she smiles softly. Before she could think Chris shoved her down on the bed she let out a shocked little gasp, Chris grins at the sound. Chris’s hands reach to the top of his shirt’s collar taking it off smoothly, Laceys breath hitching at the sight.

“But i just washed the sheets?”

She hums softly trying to sound annoyed, but only coming out as a innocent little plead. Chris lays down over her placing a gentle kiss on her nose.

“Well we can always wash them again right baby?”

Chris spoke in a husk undertone, she shivers at his words before nodding her doe eyes looking up at him. He suddenly stood back up her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up, Chris walks over to her dresser grabbing her favorite baby pink ribbon she always put in her hair.

“What are you-“

Before she could finish Chris interrupted her..

“Strip down for me doll”

Her cheeks flush before she slowly peels off her baby pink sweater tossing it beside her leaving her in some white lacey underwear, Chris bit his bottom lip as he felt his pants tighten at the sight. Her small yet curvy body in nothing but white lacey underwear and her eyes… her eyes…

She grew more flushed under his gaze before her grabs her flipping her on her tummy making her let out a shocked gasp, Chris grabs her arms firmly yet with so much care. He held her wrist together with one hand he gently ties the pink ribbon around her wrist tightly but not so tight it hurt her.

Chris patted her thighs mentioning for her to get in doggy, she did as he asked. As she shuffles she heard his pants unzip and hit the floor, she shivers as the sound before a soft moan left her lips feelings his long finger trail over her aching heat only the thin fabric blocking it off.

Her face pathetically hits the pillow bellow her, Chris’s fingers hook her lacey white underwear tugging them down to her knees. Chris practically drolls at the fight of you silk puffy folds, she lets out a soft gasps at the contact from the cold air.

“Imma fuck you till you only remember my name”

Chris says, his voice darkened almost low and possessive. You whimper at his words you feel Chris’s hand secure around the pink ribbon that tied around your hands holding your arms behind your back.

Before you could think another thought you felt Chris’s thick tip slowly push inside you, she lets out a soft whimper at the stretch.

“mhph-… Chris”

She mumbles so softly into the pillow as a pathetic whines leaves her mouth, Chris groans feeling her tight walls around him. Before she knew it Chris slams his thick length fully inside hear making a loud moan leave her lips from the unexpected contact, Chris’s began pounding into her from the back at a godly pace. Pathetic Whines and Whimpers left her throat, Chris was a lot bigger than any guy she had fucked in the past… so even though they had been together for a year she still wasn’t used to the stretch.

“Your taking the dick like such a good girl huh?”

Chris Grunted as he tugs on the ribbon wrapped around her hands making her bounce on his dick meeting him, her jaw hangs slack against the sheets as another moans rips from her throat. Chris groans slowing down before coming to a stop making her let out a soft moan, Chris’s firmly slaps her ass.

“Your mine…”

He leans down pressing a kiss on the back of her shoulder before thrusting his hips roughly as she let out a loud moan into the pillow, Chris couldn’t help but grin knowing the effect he had on you.

Chris began slowly shifting his length out before slamming it back into you, the action making your body flinch toward the bed frame, Chris kept a hold on the bow on your wrist keeping you in place. You felt your walks tightening around him, pathetic whimpers and whines left your mouth. The moment Chris felt your wrapping around him he gave a firm slap to your ass.

“You gonna cum doll? You gonna cum on my big dick”

Chris groans before picking up the pace pretty quick the sound of your ass hitting his balls slapping filling the room with her loud muffled moans, she felt the not in her stomach tighten. Chris felt himself also getting close, he began going even faster chasing his own high. Broken moans left her mouth as her mind went blank.

“Who do you belong to”

Chris spoke with a ruff tone sending a firm slap on her ass, another moan left her mouth from the contact.

“Y-you…-“

You were practically fucked dumb, another pathetic whimper left your mouth as Chris groans from her answer and pretty voice.

“Fuck- imm fill this pussy up doll”

Chris slaps her ass again, large red spots from his large hands covering her plump ass that shook against him as his pace never stopped or slowed. With one last final thrust you were both left, Groaning and whimpering your were chanting Chris’s name. Chris thrust into you a few times earing a loud whine from how sensitive you were, Chris slowly pulls out groaning at the sight of his and your own cum leaking out of your folds.

He practically felt himself getting hard again, you were left breathless as your face was still in the pillow your body falling slack on the bed from how weak your legs felt. Chris walks over to the bathroom getting it in some hot water as he gently taps her thighs mentioning for her to spread, she does as a soft moan leaves her mouth as he cleaned her up her legs threatening to close but Chris kept them open.

“You did so good for me doll”

Chris was praising you, he gently untied the pink ribbon as he gently wraps his arms from behind her, she sat in-front of his now back pressed to his chest. She tilts her head back to look at him, she looked fucked out making Chris grin placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Lets get your beautiful ass to bed”

Chris spoke as you nodded, he walks over throwing the blankets and pillow on the bed that you never got to finish putting on, you snuggle into the softness of the warm blanket wrapping around your naked body. Chris threw on a pair of grey sweatpants along with grabbing the baby pink sweater you wore, he sat beside you helping you put it on a light giggle escaping your throat.

Not so far after you two fell asleep in each other’s embrace… but tomorrow you would have to wash the sheets again.

(Oh my goodness, i lowkey love a good smut with some plot 😋 anyway this is my first time writing smut so if your have any advice im open! And i hope you cuties enjoyed)

Tags: @matthewsroses

[allimili]

Hello I was playing episode 8 and I got thinking, what if the reader actually became very scared of Shadow Milk Cookie but he doesn't realize at first until they actually scream when he says their name. (Think about the angst potential 😈)

[muwapsturniolo]

Cuteness aggression 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

“You’re cute, but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

⟢ Cuteness aggression, and that’s about it. Link to video this was inspired by is in the title!!!

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

She took one look at her boyfriend, and suddenly, she had all this energy bouncing around in her body. It wasn't like he was doing anything special, he had just come back inside from smoking and was now sitting at his desk playing some random game.

But for some reason, he just looked adorable.

His eyes were low and hazy, whatever strain of weed he smoked making him relaxed. He had on one of his larger sweaters and a pair of sweatpants, the clothes making him look so cozy and warm. He was manspreading as well, leaning back in his chair and mumbling under his breath.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

She hops off the bed with ease, her feet making a soft thump on the hardwood floors before she makes her way over to Chris. His eyes dart to her figure, her face being illuminated by the two monitors on his desk.

"Hey bab-" he's immediately cut off by the girl climbing onto his lap, a soft smile on his face as she nuzzles her head into his neck. He chuckles silently, kissing the top of her head.

"Few more minutes Bun, then I'm all yours."

She hums softly and cuddles up to him even more, attempting to calm herself down, however, it doesn't work. That energy still bursting in her body is at an all-time high, and it's all because he looks cute.

She couldn't handle it anymore.

She starts to pepper small kisses along his neck, nothing sexual, just showing her ever-growing affection towards him. As the seconds go by and her energy increases, the small and soft kisses become more aggressive.

She moves the kisses to his jaw, the smooching noises becoming more obnoxious, but somehow, Chris doesn't notice.

She uses this as an opportunity.

She goes back to kissing along his neck, trailing the kisses to his shoulder before sinking her teeth into his skin.

The action finally catches Chis's attention, his body jerking and head whipping towards her. She looks at him innocently, as if she didn't just bite him.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing..."

He can't help the smile of disbelief making its way across his face. "Nothing? You just took a bite out of my shoulder like a damn shark." She giggles and attacks his face with more kisses, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together.

"You're just so cute, and I can't help it! I look at you, and I just wanna-" She lets out a noise that sounds like a squeal and a growl. Chris scrunches his face up and tries to push her away, but it's no use - she's stronger than a toddler who has something they aren't supposed to have.

He eventually gives up, letting her continue the assault on his face. All he can do is sit there and take the love and affection his favorite girl gives him.

She stops her kisses and smushes her face against his, their forehead and noses touching.

"You look like that damn Spongebob meme you sent me," he mumbles, his hands finding their way to her hips. She ignores him and basically stares at him with heart eyes.

"You're so handsome, so cute, I could just eat you up!"

"I'm not cute kid- OW!"

He moves his face away as she bites at his nose, his headphones falling off in the process. He huffs and stands up, throwing her over his shoulder effortlessly. She squeals in shock and laughs as he throws her down on the bed. He crawls over her, keeping her pinned down to the bed.

"You’re cute but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

She smiles and wraps her body around him, pulling him closer and kissing all over his face once more.

"I just get so giddy and full of energy when I look at you, that I don't know how to get rid of it!"

Her explanation makes him smile, he knew exactly what feeling she was talking about - he often felt it himself.

He grabs her jaw, making her look at him. He can see the love in her eyes, it makes him feel warm inside.

"I love you," he expresses softly.

She smiles widely and plants a fat kiss on his lips, "I love you too...Can we get ice cream?"

[bernardsbendystraws]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

A raggedy Ann/Andy reader sounds fun with some characters from the Barbie movie! A rag doll is a doll after all they just have more things they can do like being very flexible

Ohh I love raggedy ann! Tbh I've had a hc that other dolls/action figures can also inhabit Barbieland if their owner played with them alongside their Barbie toys.

They're rare but they do coexist with the Barbies and Kens!

........

Stereotypical Barbie (Ann!Reader)

At first, learning that a new type of doll was living in Barbieland bewildered her.

You're not like any Barbie she's ever seen before, with you being made entirely of cloth with yarn hair and a triangular nose.

Given how you've been around since 1915, you're stunned by how far dolls have evolved since then.

You're well-liked among the Barbies, although of course many of them had questions about what you could do as a rag doll.

For starters, your plastic-free body gives you more flexibility and freedom they couldn't even imagine having.

You never have to worry about breaking anything!

While you're susceptible to tearing, you know how to sew yourself back up.

Does it scare Stereo!Barbie sometimes when you suddenly produce a needle to fix a loose stitch in your arm? Sure.

But she's extremely accepting and welcoming.

She even invites you to sleepovers during girls' night where you learn more about the Barbies and listen to their gossip.

When she starts having her existential problems, you let her hug you and reassure her she's still the prettiest doll you've ever had the honor of meeting.

Beach Ken (Andy!Reader)

He doesn't usually pay much attention to other dolls aside from Stereotypical Barbie (and occasionally his buddy Allan).

But seeing a new non-Mattel doll enter the scene did pique his interest! Especially since you were the first to ask him why he was staring at her.

He always wonders what your job is...even though you're constantly reminding him you're just a kid.

When he eventually gets it, he'll try to show you the ropes of Beach, trying to act like a cool older brother figure(tm).

Part of him hopes that Barbie will see how sweet he is with kids and another hopes it'll make the other Kens jealous that they're not friends with a cool doll like yourself.

However like Film!Andy you do have a feisty attitude, always rolling your eyes when you see him gushing over her and making a fool out of himself.

Sometimes you think he's trying too hard to impress her.

Yet you have a softer side that comes out after Barbieland is taken back by the girls, and you comfort Ken by saying you did like all the cowboy stuff he brought back (and only the cowboy stuff).

You made the mistake of asking him about horses as he just infodumps random facts for the next ten minutes.

But you finally accepted him as your brother.

Weird Barbie (Ann!Reader)

When you first appeared in Barbieland, you were confused as to why all the dolls here weren't made of cloth like you.

You felt like you were misplaced, and eventually learned about Weird Barbie and sought advice from her.

She explains that your owner in the real world must've either played with you alongside their Barbie toys or shelved you in a collection of them.

Regardless, she assures you it's not a rare phenomenon and it's nothing to freak out over.

You just so-happened to be closer to Barbieland society than most non-Mattel dolls.

She lets you crash at her place anytime you want, and you get to meet all the other outcasted/discontinued dolls who lived with her.

They're curious about you and love how you're flexible enough to do just about anything!

If any of them are feeling sad, you'll give them hugs that help them feel better instantly.

Weird Barbie thinks you're cool 100%.

Plus, you're nice and clearly had manners as you didn't call her "weird" behind her back or to her face.

[kurominiiiz]

Apologies for the lack of posts, but I was writing a fic! I told you guys I'd make it, so I did!!

Go read it! I'll write it on AO3 later

[ashcremated]

he was a celestial immortal demoted to volcano spirit, he was a cultivator on a mission to kill demons, can i make it even more obvious? lil bday gift for @ranilla-bean, hi fratm di brutte vibes 💕 xianxia au century egg pookie be upon ye 💋💋🍋🌋🌋

[heartfullofleeches]

X

Pin [Yan Doll] and Doll Reader is friends to lovers. Remmy [Yan Dollmaker] and Doll Reader is (one-sided) enemies to lovers.

Doll Reader to Pin: Oh my gosh, Pin!! It's so nice to have another talking doll on the property. Is there anything I can do for you? Fix up your stitches? Read you a story from the library? You seem to really like the sound of my voice- It's an honor. The new coat you made for me is the best present I've received this decade. If only I had something as nice to give you in return.

Doll Reader to Remmy: Oh, it's you. You brought me flowers? What a shame, I'm allergic. How can a doll be allergic to flowers? Don't ask me silly questions, human. How are your dolls back home? Do you intend to put me on a shelf like them? Brush my hair everyday. Mend the tears in my clothes?.... Hold me like every minute we have together is the last?... Pfft - as if I'd want that from some dumb human.... Your hands are so soft though.

[tarafilmz]

My pretty girl

Older!Matt: Paired with :Innocent!Reader

Warnings: suggestive, Fluff, age gap, sneaking around… enjoy :p

Matt and Y/n have been friends since she could remember, her older brother Nate introduced them to one and other when she was old enough to understand friends.

Ever since then they had been never been able to leave on and others side, minus the 4 year agreement gap. As they got older things changed, looks changed, hormones grew. But the one rule name laid out one day while they were all at dinner together…

“Well now that y/n’s getting older shes off limits alright Matt?”

Ever since then Matt tried his best, but how could he resist.. her beautiful dark brown wide eyes filled with so much curiosity and innocence, Her soft tone and its okay attitude she was a practical walking doll.

She sat on the kitchen counter munching on some fresh strawberries, her legs swinging slightly as light sound of the tv played from the living room. The sound of two people walking down the stairs filled the house, it didnt startle her as she hops off the counter filling up her water bottle.

Matts gaze instantly went to her as he let a small smirk grow on his face, her older brother Nate was yapping about how the Boston hockey team should have won against the dare devils. Matt was to focused on her… as he walks into the kitchen, she was washing her last dishes she made before feeling matts strong hands wrapping around her waist.

She knew who it was, she froze though as her breath hitched. Matt noticed only making his smirk grow wider, he presses his front up to her back putting his head on top of hers.

“Keep doing the dishes honey”

Matt mumbles as the sound of her Nate leaving was heard, making her head perk up matt noticed.

“Hes going to the store for a bit”

He hums his fingers drawing little shapes on her stomach. She nods before continuing the last few dishes Matt clinging onto her, after a few minutes she dries off her hands turning off the water.

Matt groans slightly turning her around, her back was still pressing on the counter but now facing towards matt. He towered over her as he leans down pressing a soft kiss on her fourhead, this wasn’t uncommon…. All the affection when her brother left or late nights he would sneak into her room.

Matts hands slid up gently squeezing her tits making her mouth open slightly, his finger gently groping her skin. She gently pushes his arms back as her looks down at her confused.

“Im- im… not in the mood for anything right now”

Matts eyes softened

“Oh im sorry honey did i make you uncomfortable”

She quickly shook her head wrapping her arms around his upper chest hugging him closely, his arms wrapped around her upper back.

“Lets go watch a movie yeah?”

She hums as he leans down grabbing her upper thighs picking her up effortlessly, he carried her to her bedroom that was the only room downstairs. He gently placed her down on the bed before crawling in with her, she wraps her arms around his arm. His other arm hangs loosely around her. They put on some old rom com before they both fell asleep in eachothers embrace.

A knock was heard im her room making matt jump awake, Y/N still deeply asleep. Matt carefully got our of the bed making her shift with a little groan, it was now dark outside. He opens the door carefully to reveal her Nate whos eyes widen at seeing matt open the door.

“The fuck you doing in her room?!”

His voice raises before matt walks out shutting the door

“I know it looks bad-… she wanted to watch a movie and we both fell asleep”

Nates demeanor calms down before nodding

“Fuck man-… scaring me, lets go chill in my room all right?”

Nate asks as Matt nods with a “duh” look before they both head upstairs. Y/n was left sleeping peacefully now holding onto her pillow still thinking it was Matt….

(AHHH FIRST MATT FIC THINGY!!! Stop this is so cute i adore the whole brothers best friend thing!! Also thank you for all the love on my last Chris post!!! Love you all 💋💋)

[soangelbaby]

just thinking about newlywed!rafe on ur honeymoon 😣

telling you how much he’s dreamed of making you a mommy—how much he’s imagined you carrying his child. his child. his hand pressed against your belly—skin warm underneath his fingertips as if it’s already there, already real in his head. “you don’t get it,” he grumbles, voice low and rough, almost pleading but there’s also something dangerous underneath. his free hand slides down your side, mapping it out, as if he can already see you full with his baby. “this is supposed to happen—” his lips press against your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “we’re gonna have a family—you’re my wife now, that means you can’t ever leave me, you know that?”

and if you try to laugh it off? rafe’s grip on you just tightens, jaw clenching, pupils dilating, “nah baby, don’t do that.” his hands are everywhere—possessive and desperate, almost frantic, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. “you think i’m just talking? fuck no—i mean it, baby.” his lips attack your neck again, trailing soft kisses along your skin, igniting every nerve—imprinting himself onto you. “you’d be so perfect pregnant, we’d have the most beautiful kid ever, i can see it now,” he’d mutter against your skin, pulling you in so close because he can’t stand the slightest amount of distance.

now, he has you pressed into the mattress—face down, ass up, pounding into you from behind, in the back of honeymoon suite. his large hand covering the side of your face, thumb hooked into the side of your mouth, and his own band shining in the dim light of the room. “that’s it, baby—take it like my fucking wife,” rafe grits, hips snapping faster, bed creaking beneath you both. your brain’s gone static, all you can do is feel. the pleasure, the pain, the stretch. it’s too overwhelming, all consuming, but that doesn’t stop him. “you married me, baby—you fucking asked for this.” he spits out, panting as he you over, not even bothering to pull out. one hand now tightly gripping your throat, and his other snatching your left wrist before shoving it down between your legs.

“touch yourself with my ring on—show me how i own you,” rafe groans, pulling back just slightly, gripping the base of his dick as he watches you rub lazy circles over your clit. “shit, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this” he kisses you hard, rocking back into you and grabbing your wrist not daring to let you stop. “my girl, my ring, my pussy.” moaning into your mouth, body pressing heavy on top of you, not giving you a second to breathe or think about anything but him. this is different than before, he’s not just fucking you—he’s claiming you, marking you. every inch, every crevice, every crack, every thought, all his—and he loves it. he loves watching you fall apart for him, loves seeing you so dazed out you couldn’t even tell him your name, but he makes sure you know his. the only word on your tongue, along with messy whimpers, babbles, and moans. little chants of ‘raferaferafe’ ever so often escaped your lips. and he watches it like ritual. every expression, every breath, every tremble—he can’t get enough. he makes sure you know this is permanent now—ring or not, this is forever. you are his forever.

[lacydollette]

after bf!rafe surprises doll!reader by buzzing off his hair, she can't keep her hands to herself, feeling extremely horny whenever she looks at him

warnings: rafe x fem!reader, pure smut, praise, little degradation, making out, tit sucking, oral (fem receiving), face riding, explicit language, 18+

You lay sprawled on the lounger at tannyhill, sipping iced coffee, and scrolling lazily through your phone while tanning. You knew Rafe was up early today and had been out running errands for Ward, but he'd been gone for hours, and you were really starting to miss him. Just as you were considering calling him, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. You perked up, stretching lazily "About time, ray! How dare you keep me waiting so long.”

But when Rafe stepped into the room, you froze. Your mouth fell open slightly, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you took in the sight of him. His hair—his perfectly tousled, dirty-blond hair was gone. Completely buzzed down to almost nothing.

The sharp angles of his jawline, the slope of his cheekbones, and his ocean-blue eyes were suddenly the stars of the show, all of his features more prominent than ever. "Holy shit," you muttered, standing up slowly. Rafe smirked, trying to play it cool as he tossed his keys onto the counter. "What? You don't like it?"

"Are you kidding me?" You gasped, crossing the room in a daze. Your fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over the soft, short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look... different." His grin widened as your hand lingered on his head while his found the curve of your ass. "Different good or different bad?"

You teasingly bit your lip, "Good," eyes locked on his. "Really, really good." Your fingers drifted down to his jaw, and you tilted your head, studying him like he was a work of art. "It makes your eyes pop even more. God, Rafe, why didn't you do this sooner?" He chuckled, taking your wrist and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. "Didn't know I needed your approval to change things up."

"You don't," you said quickly. "But, wow. Like, really, wow." Rafe’s ego was definitely fueled by your words, your approval meaning everything to him.

Everything else passed in a blur, but you couldn't keep your eyes, or your hands, off of your boyfriend. Every time he passed by, you reached out to touch his head or his face, not believing how effortlessly handsome he looked, stealing kisses amost every minute. And Rafe—well let’s face it. He absolutely loved it.

A little later, you were curled up on one end of the couch, watching Rafe as he sat on the other. He was sprawled out, completely manspreading right infront of you. Fucking tease. His phone was in his hand, and he looked completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. His jaw clenched slightly as he concentrated, his brows furrowing just enough to make him look impossibly sexy.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Without an ounce of hesitation, you jumped up and crawled over to him, grabbing his phone and tossing it onto the cushion beside him. "Hey, what the-" Rafe started, but his words were cut off as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands were on his face in an instant, lips crashing against his in a heated kiss.

Rafe froze for half a second before groaning against your mouth, his hands sliding up your plush thighs to grip your waist. "You're killing me, Rafe," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your fingers threading through the short stubble of his buzzed hair. "You look so fucking good. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah?" he rasped, his voice low and teasing. "Is that why you're humping my leg like a bitch in heat right now?" You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes dark with desire. "Shut up," you whispered, kissing him again.

Rafe growled against your lips as the kiss deepened, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest, your red nails scraping lightly against the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. His hands were just as eager, gripping your hips firmly, pulling you flush against him as your bodies rubbed against each other.

"Doll," he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and full of want. Without warning, Rafe's hands slid under your thighs, gripping you firmly as he stood up in one fluid motion, taking you with him. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you toward his bedroom. "You're not playing fair," you teased, breathless, as your arms looped around his neck. "Fair's overrated," Rafe shot back, smirking as he kicked the door shut behind him.

He tossed you onto his bed, your hair splaying out across his pillows as you landed with a soft gasp. Before you could say a word, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing his toned chest and making your heart race even faster. He was on you in seconds, his hands braced on either side as he hovered over you, his ocean-blue eyes dark with hunger.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again. Your hands roamed over his bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and pressing against his warm skin. You arched into him, your body craving every bit of contact you could get. His lips moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks.

As his hands slid under your top, pulling it up and over your head, you let out a soft whimper, desire building with every touch. Rafe pulled back slightly, his gaze raking over you, taking in the sight of your perky tits. You were perfect. He immediately leaned in, capturing one of your nipples between his lips. You tugged him closer, nails digging into his shoulders as you whimpered out, "I need you, Rafe."

His breath hitched at the raw need in your voice, his hands sliding down your sides as he licked and sucked all over your chest, his touch leaving your cunt aching for him. "Tell me what you want," he said against your skin, rough and low. You pressed your head into the pillow, biting down on your bottom lip, "I want to sit on your face."

Rafe froze for half a second before a devilish grin spread across his lips. "Yeah?" he said, his voice laced with amusement and excitement. You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as you looked up at him with anticipation. "Whatever you want, Doll," he said, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned back, settling himself against the pillows and pulling you with him “Come here."

Your pulse raced as you straddled his chest, hands braced on his shoulders as you hovered over him. Rafe's hands slid up your thighs, his digits pulling the soft lace of your soaked panties to the side. "Shit—you’re drippin’, baby.” he murmured, his blue eyes locked on your as you positioned yourself over him.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he kissed your inner thighs, his touch sending sparks through your entire body. You threw your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips at Rafe's teasing. He didn’t waste anymore time though, his tongue lapping through your wet folds, leaving you gasping for air.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy.” he mumbled quietly, his hot breath against your core sent shivers down your spine. You gripped the headboard for balance, head tilted back, a soft cry escaping your lips as you shuddered against him.

"ray—oh my god," you whimpered, voice shaky as you rutted your soaking cunt against him, his lips wrapping around your sensitive nub, sucking and circling his tongue as if his life depended on it. Your fingers instinctively drifted to his buzz cut, the soft, bristly feel of it only adding to your overwhelming senses. You couldn't stop touching it, letting your nails lightly scrape across his scalp as you rocked against him.

"That.." you breathed, voice trembling, "feels so fucking good." The sound of your voice, so needy and desperate, only spurred him on. His grip on you tightened, helping to drag your cunt against his tongue. “you’re gonna make a mess for me, baby?” he groaned, his blue eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You nodded hastily, the band in your lower stomach about to snap as Rafe moaned against your clit. within moments, you fell apart completely, body trembling as you released all over him, moaning out his name.

You were panting as Rafe lapped up your juices, overstimulating your poor cunt as your legs trembled, “Shit.” Carefully sliding off of him, you leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands found his head again, fingers stroking the soft buzz as your body pressed close to his. "You really can't stop touching it, huh?" he teased, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. You grinned, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm. "Can you blame me? You look so good, rafey. It's actually insane."

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. "If l'd known buzzing my head would make you act like a needy little slut, I would've done it a long time ago." You rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t help the tingling sensation in between your legs. "I'm serious," he murmured, smirking. "I'm definitely keeping it now. If this is what I get, l'm never growing it out again."

"You better not," you teased back. Rafe let out a low chuckle, but his amusement faded quickly as your lips attached themselves to his jawline, your eagerness reawakening. Your teeth grazed his neck before you pulled back to meet his gaze. "I want more, Rafe." His blue eyes darkened, and a cocky smirk spread across his lips.

"You want more, huh? Still can’t get enough of that shit?"

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[bernardsbendystraws]

bunny wants to tie a bow on matt/chris’ fingers and then have them fuck her with their 2 ribboned fingers 🤷🏽‍♀️

Yes. 🤗✨ and he’s all like “getting your pretty ribbons all messy for me, huh?”

[archive-doll]

omg omg, high school sweetheart!Kyle

Who enrolled in the Army as soon as he could, because here, he's doing it for the honour, the duty that weighs in his bones to protect the country and all of the people he cares for - you.

You, who didn't know. Kyle never said anything about it. It's like the boy you fell in love with suddenly ceased to exist. His phone number is disconnected. His friends look at you as if you've gone mental when you ask about him, a worried little thing. You looked for so long, desperate, the heartache tearing you apart, dislocating your bones until you're nothing left but the grievance that you're a victim to.

Then! Years later, here he is. In a bar in London, with a dark blue cap on his head. But you recognise him, of course, the one who got away.

Your lungs stutter. There is a whistle in your ears. The earth stops turning. The starts align in the sky. The apocalypse arises.

He's laughing, with a little stubble beard on his cheek. You're frozen in your high chair, by the bar. The man you thought you would marry, maybe a child with - grow old, grey haired with. Who melted away like a mirage, suddenly, he is here. Sitting across the bar from you, unaware of your torment.

Until he is. Until a big guy elbows him, and your eyes flutter as he twists in his chair, and there you are. The bird he never forgot. His first, the one who made him the man he is today. His definition of love, of loyalty.

In the next second, you're stumbling on your feet, heart hammering your ribs, while you throw a bill on top of the counter. And you run away.

MLIST

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I had a dumb idea that I wanted to ask, how would Ken and Barbie react to a new Ken who's supposed to be a superhero (K man or something) thing is there's no criminals or supervillains in barbie land to fight so for most of the time their either crouching over buildings overdramatically monologuing their thoughts/past or hiding in their not so secret base

The "overdramatic monologue" is giving ATSV!Ben Riley hsahggs

.........

Ken

You're a new Ken doll who was meant to be a superhero (and you were an instant hit with the kids back in the Real World).

But Beach!Ken thought you were just another rival trying to compete for Stereo!Barbie's attention, especially when you have such a cool costume and look badass 24/7.

So he's got his eye on you.

Yet you don't really have a Barbie and you're certainly not trying to get anybody else's Barbie.

You're just Ken-Man (or Super Ken, K-Man, or whatever Mattel decided to call your alias), the lone savior, protector, and guardian of Barbieland.

Except..there's not really much for you to save, protect, or guard in the first place.

Barbieland's more or less a utopia. There's no supervillains or an archnemesis for you to fight, nor is there any crime.

So when Ken's standing alone on the beach one night, he spots you crouching on the ledge of one of the buildings, and he can see you looking around.

He goes closer for curiosity's sake (and to distract himself bc he's bummed out he couldn't stay at Barbie's dreamhouse), and hears you monologuing.

"Just another windy night in Barbieland..it's cool, refreshing, and calming. It's like my conscience in a way. It's at peace knowing that I've kept this city safe once again. I hope every Barbie, Ken, and everydoll in-between sleeps soundly-"

"What are you doing up there, Ken?"

When you see Beach!Ken staring up at you, you jump down and land (to which he jumps back, surprised you didn't break a leg), thrilled that some doll finally approached you.

"Ah! You caught me monologuing."

"Mono...what?" He blinks, dumbfounded.

"Just spilling my thoughts, dear citizen. Nothing to worry about." You smile brightly behind your mask, although you see that he looks annoyed. "What troubles you on this quiet night, Ken?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just mad that Ken kept trying to show off and dance with Barbie at her party tonight. He did backflips in front of her! It's not fair, why can't I do that??"

"Ohhh you mean this?" You perform a single backflip, but he glares at you, ready to snap.

"I wanna know how to do that. Teach me."

"Wait...didn't you injure yourself when you tried to go surfing earlier today?"

"...you saw that?"

"Of course. I see everything from my not-so-secret base."

"....AND you have a house?!!!" He screams, causing you to take a step back.

But you quickly realize he's just insecure and thinks he pales in comparison to the other Kens when trying to impress his Barbie.

And you having a cooler job than "Beach" certainly doesn't help matters...

You're a compassionate hero, though, looking to see past his initial hostility and offer to train him on doing backflips, front flips, etc.

He gets cocky and it...doesn't go so well as he slips on a rock and faceplants onto the pavement (luckily he doesn't break anything this time).

Instead you take him to your not-so-secret base to train in a safe environment, and he gets better with practice.

He's very jealous of all the cool tech you have (including a security robot who's similar to Closet from Life in the Dreamhouse, except not hostile at all) and you gotta refrain him from touching anything.

Once he realizes you're not trying to impress his Barbie, he becomes buddies with you--though you treat him more like a sidekick.

Barbie

"Hello, Barbie!"

"Oh hi, Ken!"

She's seen you around Barbieland a lot, especially in the late hours of the night.

You're one of the coolest Kens she's seen, although she's surprised there wasn't some superheroine Barbie already around (or maybe there was...she doesn't know for sure, but it doesn't matter).

While she doesn't fully understand your monologues regarding your past (whether it's about being responsible with your "powers" or whatever origin story Mattel decided to cook up for your character), she finds your words admirable, your deeds heroic, and your personality charming.

When she's on the beach or taking an evening drive, she'll often look for you on the rooftops and wave.

You always wave back, of course.

But immediately lose your train of thought if you were monologuing at the time.

That's okay though, bc you had an oath to keep Barbieland crime-free (and not waving back to a Barbie was something only a criminal scumbag would do).

Even though this place lacks criminal activity and supervillains, you do often help citizens with mundane troubles.

Some call upon your aid and you're there instantly.

Plus, you have a "super sense" that alerts you to imminent danger, allowing you to arrive just in time.

For instance, when Barbie falls from her dreamhouse instead of floating down, you suddenly swooped in to save her before she could hit the ground.

"Are you okay, Barbie??" You worry, having never seen her fall before.

It's not the first time you've ever seen a doll fall, however.

"I-I....yeah, Ken! I'm fine! I'm great!!" She's embarrassed that you saw her at such an "imperfect" moment, stumbling out of your arms. "Thanks for saving me."

"Of course, it's my job to protect all of you." You smile.

Although after she leaves in her car, you frown a bit, worried that she's in more trouble than she's willing to admit..

Maybe you oughta report to Weird Barbie.