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#'whats a finger print 😃?'
meddlelyn · 1 year
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i think the funniest possible outcome of that scene in the barbie trailer where they're being finger printed is all the cops being like "hey what the fuck" because they dont have finger prints so the papers are just full of solid ink blots because they are made of plastic
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eddiesghxst · 10 months
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eddie fucking reader doggy style n pulling her hair🤭
YEAH😃
18+ — MINORS DNI
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Eddie is fucking you like he needs it to breathe. He’s fucking you like he was born to do it, like every cell in his body was made for the sole purpose of fucking you.
It’s so good you can’t form any words, can’t even tell him how good it is when he asks because all you can do is nuzzle your face into his pillows and moan. You’re breathing in short gasps, body jolting with each powerful thrust Eddie is giving you. His fingers are digging into your hips deep enough to leave prints and it has you shaking in his hold, hands curling into fists against his sheets.
“Fuck,” he moans, “keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna fucking blow.” He squeezes your hips, thrusting deep into you to where the curly hair at the base of his pelvis kiss against your ass. You draw out a moan, pushing up against him as he runs his hand up your sweat-dampened back, humming as his fingers sink into your hair.
“I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby,” He says, knuckles curling against your roots to pull you up from the bed, back arching until you’re palms are pressed into the soft sheets. “Don’t hide them from me, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He hums.
You pant, chest heaving as you breathe in the sex-filled air of his room. He pulls out, glancing down to marvel at the way your slick pussy clings around him, dick wet with your arousal and proof of previous orgasms. He slams into you, hard enough to have you choking on a moan, “Oh my god, Eddie.”
“There we go,” He drawls out, “Keep moaning my name, sweetheart.” He pants, glancing down to watch your ass bounce with each of his thrusts.
Your neck is craned so far back you can already feel the ache it will leave when Eddie is done fucking you, but the sting of his hold feels heavenly.
Eddie‘s gaze is still stuck on your ass, dick twitching inside of you when he thinks about what it’d be like to actually fuck your ass. He can’t help it when he sticks his thumb in his mouth and brings it down to smear his spit around the tight rim of your ass, groaning when you squeeze him harder.
He sinks his thumb in, just down to his first knuckle and you gasp, clenching around him, “E-Eddie,”
He grins at the sound, tightening his hold on your hair and pulling you closer to where your pressed against his chest, “So pretty, baby. Gonna let me fuck you back here someday?” He grits into your ear. You pathetically moan, nodding your head as best as you can, “Yeah— want it. I want it so bad, please.” You beg.
Eddie’s grin widens, “Atta girl. Always knew you were a slut just waiting to get your ass fucked.” He removes his thumb from your ass, basking in the moan you let out, loosening his grasp on your hair and less-than-gently pushing you forward to fall back into his sheets.
He cracks a hand down on your ass cheek and you cry out, body jerking from the impact as he hums, “Ass up, baby— I’m not stopping until you’re pushing me away.”
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generalkenobee · 9 months
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Having sinful thoughts of riding bernards thigh😃 (the velvet would feel so good tho🤭)
"Not so silent night"
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•Warnings: smut, thigh riding, mentions of being caught, mentions of female masterbation, FEM! Reader, let me know if I missed anything
•Synopsis: (Y/N) is feeling really neglected and Bernard doesn't seem to notice till she's practically humping him like a dog...
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Christmas Eve..now this was quite the sight. Elf's everywhere, Santa on his second check of the list, and Bernard...oh Bernard.
He was everywhere all at once, trying to make sure everything was in order making sure that no cookie was burnt, every wrapped gift looked perfect. Not to mention he had to keep Curtis in order.
And you knew how selfish you were being. You were always selfish when it came to your boyfriend. Selfish because you saw the way certain elf girls looked at him
You knew what a vital part of the workshop he was but you just couldn't bring yourself to care. You'd spent countless nights touching yourself since the start of November, moaning so loud..maybe even hoping he would hear and come accommodate for you.
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You say in you and your boyfriends shared room watching a movie while he was out doing who knows what. And once again the same as the past two months. You were horny
You waited patiently for Bernard to arrive so you could ask for some desperately needed attention.
Everything seemed to be heightened, the way the sheets felt against your legs, the cold winters air on brushing your neck. It was almost like you were a dog in heat
If there was anyone to see the look on your face they would know. Anyone but Bernard.
He walked into the room with his brows furrowed carrying a bunch of rolled up blue prints "hi sweetheart" no response. "Bernie?" Nothing.
You say looking at his back as he sat down at his desk tracing his index finger over the words and print onto the blue paper and sighed
You were already built up as it was so seeing him moving his fingers around like that was just..wow
Before you could think your body was already moving, feet carrying you until you were standing behind him with your hands in his hair.
"Bernard..." you ran your hands down to his shoulders and collar bones rubbing and squeezing "please come lay with me" your voice pleading with him begging for affection.
"you know that I can't" his response was short and cold. I mean he didn't even look up at you when he said it.
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He wasn't budging. Nothing..and you needed him. You needed to feel him...
You slowly walked over to the large fire place after you grabbed a box of matches off his desk. You watched the fire start as you walked over to turn off the lights so the room was just enough lit to seem romantic.
"(Y/N) I can't see the-" he halted when you sat down on his thigh resting all your weight on him "(Y/N)..?" You weren't wearing anything under your red nightdress...just in case.
The velvet of his pants..oh my god...
"mmm.." your hips started slowly moving forward and back and you placed your hands in his hair throwing your head back "m' love you.." your hips sped up
Bernard looked up at you with a sad look on his face.
"poor baby...so built up so horny...humping me like a dog" it felt so good to finally have your boyfriend's attention back. To have him look at you again like he needed you.
"I'm so sorry baby..I've been neglectful hm?" You looked up at him with doe eyes nodding your head "mhm.."
"we'll be a good girl and get yourself off on my thigh. Use me to make yourself feel good. You deserve it."
You sped up now moving your hips in small fast circles feeling your orgasm approach "Bernard...I-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan
"shh you don't want everyone knowing how you act when we're alone do you?" You shook your head "no sir"
Bernard loves being called sir. Being head elf and all, it really boosts his ego.
He rested his hands on your hips to help you speed up "yeah you don't want anybody to know you're the head elf's little slut" he rested his lips on your neck "but we both know you are"
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"please baby. Please stain my pants with your hot need" that was all you needed. You were pushed over the edge. The coil in your stomach snapped just as fast as it was built up "Bernard I'm cumming- shit shit shit oh my- nughh-"
His hand rested on the side of your face as you rode out your orgasm kissing you as you moaned into his mouth.
"t-thank you..."
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celestialprincesse · 3 months
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✨blurb/imagine request✨
i hardly ever see any plus sized reader x 141 men (specifically simon / könig / price) fics, blurbs, or even imagines. If you’re interested i’d love to see what you’d do with it! 💕
(nsfw is more than okay🤭)
Of course I can! I def think Simon looves having a girl w/ some curves! Smt about the softness and femininity of it all drives him feral.
Warnings: afab reader, nsfw (was feeling slutty today 😃)
Simon loves the way you look when you're baking. Loves the way you bop about the kitchen to the quiet sound of your playlist, swaying your hips to the beat of every song. You get in the zone, and he gets a show that has his dick getting hard in his pants.
He'd no idea what you were concocting today. Something French by the sound of it. Admittedly, he cared more about the way the plush flesh of your ass jiggled as you leant over the counter to roll out the pastry than whatever fancy dessert you'd come up with today. The sight of you vaguely reminds him of a painting he'd seen in secondary school once. Something about Venus. To him you're so much more though - you're Venus and Saturn, Mars and Jupiter. You are his entire universe.
There's something about the softness and warmth of you that drives him insane. Of course, he thinks that lots of women are beautiful, muscular, slim, tall or small. There's something about you, though, something about every soft dip and curve of your body. You're the picture of health, soft with every hearty, home cooked meal and sweet dessert made and perfected with hours of practise, concentration and love.
When the already short material of your skirt rides up? He's a goner. Thick arms looping around your waist have you giggling, leaning your head back into the crook of Simon's neck, inhaling the residual scent of yesterday's cologne and that deliciously clean, post shower smell. "What y'making?" Soft muscle and warm skin reverberate against your back as he speaks low in your ear, peppering kisses down the column of your neck whilst his hands find their way up your shirt. The way your back arches against him, pressing your ass into his crotch as he grabs a handful of your tits and squeezes softly, he's convinced there's no better feeling in the world. "Mille Feuille." You mumble breathily back as Simon nudges your lower back so that you're leaning a little further over the counter, leaving prints of your boobs in the flour you'd sprinkled on the counter so your dough didn't get sticky. "Mille Feuille." He rumbles back, lips brushing your ear as his free hand travels down your stomach, between the soft warmth of your thighs, thumb brushing teasingly over your panties.
You inadvertently clench your thighs around Simon's hand, body stuck between whether or not it likes the intrusion, and from the wet lace of your panties, you're pretty sure it's trying to keep him there. The audible squelch of your panties when Simon pushes his middle and ring finger up against your folds has you blushing, trying to escape where he's got you pinned at the hips over the counter, only receiving a tsk from Simon as he ruts his cock against your ass. "Bend over proper for me baby, yeah?" He coos, gently pushing you down by the back of your neck so that your cheek presses against the cool marble of the countertop. "Tha's it. So, so pretty f'me. So good, yeah?" Is what accompanies the back of your skirt being flipped up, your ruined underwear pushed dismissively to the side.
A whimper gets lost amongst the sound of Simon's belt being unbuckled, with one hand at that, seeing as the other is running his fingers through your folds, collecting the glossy slick that's already leaking from your hole. The way your pussy flutters around nothing just from the thought of his actions behind you is shameful, but Simon likes it. When Simon's cock juts carefully between your thighs, his hips bumping against your ass, you go completely blank, a fucked out look on your face without him even having gone inside yet. "You like that baby? Yeah?" His tone has you nodding dumbly, your hand not supporting your head coming to rub impatiently at your clit, mewling softly as you buck your hips up against him. "So needy f'me already." Accompanies the sound of a breathless moan, like you've had all the air punched out of you when Simon notches the weeping head of his cock up into you. The angle has you gasping, hands gripping at the unyielding counter as you attempt to steady yourself against his gradually roughening thrusts. "Fuck, Si." You cry out as his dick pushes against your cervix, his dark gaze probing, fiercely intense as you pant and whine. "Thaaaats it." Is groaned gently into your ear as you take the entirety of his length with a weak cry.
Simon's pace is punishing, more so that he can watch the way your ass jiggles with every hard snap of his hips than because he means anything by it. The way you whine and mewl is only an added extra. He knows when you're about to cum, by the way you grow breathless, eyes rolling back and pussy practically sucking his cock up, greedy thing. With a few last thrusts, and a slap of your butt for good measure, you keen out, Simon's own eyes rolling back when he feels the warm wash of your cum around his cock. It doest take long for him to ride out his own orgasm, pressing his chest down against your back, his head into the crook of your neck as he spurts thick, hot cum right up into the plug of your womb.
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Not proof read at all !! Trying to get a lil better at writing smut 🫠 N e ways!! Enjoy!!
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just-my-type-x · 2 years
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what do you think of a Professor! Brad? i think it would be very sexy... yesterday i saw a picture of him and i imagined him being a college professor and fucking me hard on his desk... fuck, just imagine what it would be like for him to eat a pussy while playing with those fingers inside...
sorry i'm on my period and i'm horny😃
Girl, same, and it's so frustrating cuz I've read everything Brad related and i ran out of concepts to keep me company in this period of time haha
It's such a sexy concept Brad as a professor, tho i ran away from this idea of imagine for a long time, but now it doesn't sound bad. It sounds really hot, especially whenever i see a pic with Brad wearing glasses omg
Now I'm intrigued in having him as a business man/billionaire, cuz I'm reading The Fine Print and i just see Brad everywhere in that book
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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years
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You did some hungarian related post a not long ago, i was curious what it was about?
Ahoy nony! Ohhh you wanna know about hungarian stuff???😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩😍 say no more I'm on it *cracks chuckles*
BIIIG POST AHEAD PREPARE YOURSELVS
So 15th of March is our national holiday in memorial for the Hungarian revolution for independence. It has mannny maaaannnyyy apsects of why it started, what were the causes, but let’s just say: Hungary was part of the Austro- Hungarian Monarchy, a BIG part of it – even bigger than Austria itself lmao- and with all the nations of this monarchy, Hungarians were pushed aside, down, only the Austrian/german culture were appreciated and allowed (tho I need to say, we had it far better than the other minorities, for we were uh….a kingdom before this alliance for a loooong time so we had our shit together, but Hapsburgs said nope, ya can’t have it, we won’t allow any of you to be yourselves🙄🙄🙄🙄. And in the 1800s….well the nationalism and partialism were topping the trends ad it got to us too. We wanted our culture, our language to be used and cherished – as all nations do, even more because we were the big partners of the Habsburg Empire…😒😒 But they didn’t want this to happen, so uhh yeah some uprisings happened. And then, our greats of that time decided they, we – the Hungarians have had enough  and if we cannot achieve our independence (which would have been  a semi- independence, we didn’t want to cut ourselves entirely from the Hapsburgs…) with reasoned words, then we will make it by force. First the revolution in Vienna happened, and when we got words from it we gained more courage to push our agendas further.  So the revolution was born in Budapest. It started as a peaceful protest by the youth of Budapest, and as more and more people joined it was clear that this “protest” holds much more importance within itself. It was peaceful tho, no destroying, no deaths, no bloodshed. The took a hold on a printing house which owner was a sympathetic of their causes and he allowed them to print out the Hungarians demands, the 12 Points and A Nemzeti Dal (the National Song).  We could make an Only Hungarian Government 💅💅 and we started to put into effect our own laws which took some fucking big weights off of the common folk shoulder.😑 And a lot of other nationalities did the same around here, so when the Hapsburgs saw they gonna get their asses whooped they started to attack, we started to fight back, there was a lot  of fights back and forth where imperial troops got upper hand where the Revolutionists got upper hands and it seems we are going to win the revolution, and really make our own lil nation it’s OWN but then Franz Joseph got this idea, that he will play dirty, so he sent words to his bro Michael I. Russian tsar and he yeeted the Russian army to Hungary real fast and there were A LOOOOOOTTT MOOOORREEE russians then hungarians of course so we needed to put down the weapons, give up, surrender to THE RUSSIANS (NOT THE HAPSBURGS LMAOOOOO THEY DIDN’T GET THAT JOY😃🖕) and we got back to this squirrel wheel but with more hate cause now Franzy had a beef with us so we were kinda fucked bu not exactly cause his woifey SISI MY QUEEN MY EVERYTHINg made some progress with not getting us 100% fucked so thanks gurl for the try but yeah it was a Revolution for our Independence which failed but we still fucking proud of it cause it was a big middle finger move and fuck yeah even if we won’t win we gonne fight for what’s ours no matter what.😌😌😌😌
Hope my essay brought some clarity to you anon, it was an honor to talk about my nation and our history, so thank YOU for asking about it😘😘😍💖💕💗💓💜💟💞
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