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Plushies 6 - MooMoo

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist but Can be read as standalone

Summary: you surprise Joel for your 2 year anniversary by being the fuckable plushie tonight.

Warnings: literally 99.9% smut. Unprotected sex (she is on the pill but they’re playing with the idea of it failing), BREEDING KINK, pregnancy kink, plushie milk sucking (? You’ll see); nipple pumps, nipple play, nipple orgasm, boobjob, oral m-receiving, squirting, cream pie, belly bulge, no breastfeeding but Joel has a breastfeeding kink (obviously!), Daddy kink, spitting, bimbofication, lots of cow talk, praises you and degrades you, cringe ass language overall for these horny fucks

18+ ONLY

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It's getting pretty bad now that every time you see your pile of plushies in the room, your panties dampen. And you can’t really avoid them because Joel’s been adding to the mountain of stuffed animals with every excuse to get you a gift.

And then outright making you cum on them before he’s ripped the tag off.

You suspect Joel also gets equally as hard by them too, with all the interesting things he’s been sharing since starting your Plushie-sex journey. He’s pretty quiet and reserved any other time, even during regular sex. But when all your little beady stuffed animals start getting involved…

You’re startled by a gentle knock at the door. “You okay in there, sweet pea?”

“Mhm! I’m almost ready!”

You both just got back from a fabulous date—ready to seal the night with passionate sex. And you’ve planned the perfect 2 year anniversary gift for him.

You stare in the mirror in your new “outfit” to surprise Joel’s loins: naked, save for a spotted felt ear headband, a leather collar with a big golden bell dangling from your neck, knee high white and black spotted stockings, and a slutty garter body harness speckled in black splotches. The straps dip and curve over your hips with cute ribbons on the waist, snaking under your soft parts, accentuating your breasts, tummy, thighs, ass—everything that Joel finds bitable.

^photos + product by GlamourIsTheEndGame on Etsy

When you finally walk out into the bedroom with all the might your tiny little harness could muster, Joel’s eyes finally land on you. You smile at him with a sultry, pretty, and far from innocent smile.

"I was thinking maybe I could be your plushie for tonight,” you say, pushing your breasts out with your arms drawn tight, and shaking a little so he can see them sway and hear the jingle of the bell bounce over your collarbone.

Ok, so you know the scenes in Tom&Jerry where Tom sees a female cat, and his eyes bug out cartoonishly and jaw falls down to the ground?

Yeah, that’s Joel right now.

His jaw is so slacked it might unhinge itself. Eyes straining because they can’t go any fucking wider, and his pupils literally so blackened, you wouldn’t know he had baby brown eyes.

You’re standing there very expectedly, waiting.

Waiting.

… waiting.

Say something you kinky bastard, damnit NowILookLikeAFool—!

Your nerves are starting to curl in on themselves...maybe you don’t look as sexy as you’d hoped...

“Um…if… if you don’t like it—I mean if you wanted to pick up a stuffie instead…”

The man takes advantage of your brief embarrassment and jumps you, shoving you against the wall and caging your legs around his hips.

“Oh!”

You whimper as the unmistakable bulge of his package presses hungrily, slipping past the little string and nudging your wet clit.

He glues his lips to yours, devouring your tongue. It’s extra hungry, extra needy tonight than usual. His lips twitch with the rumbling growl reverberating deep in his chest.

“You’re so fucking sexy holy fucking shit baby-jesusssssss look at you— fuckfuckfuck I’m so lucky, luckylucky bastard—FUCK ME—you’re mine? You’re actually fucking mine????”

You giggle, confidence surging again as his hands struggling to grab every bit of you all at once. Holding you captive nonetheless, eyes raking over in wonder and astonishment.

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you hum sensually. You grab his hands and bring them to curl along your harness, under the straps to feel your skin all hot and tingly. Begging for his touch.

“Happy fucking Anniversary to me.”

Joel scoops you up and sits on the bed, immediately having you straddle him. You grind down on his tent poking up between your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs when he feels the flutter of your folds.

He knows you feel as sexy as you look.

“Gonna be my cow slut tonight, huh? You know what good little cow sluts do?”

“Suck cock?” You ask cheekily, preparing to sink down to your knees to pleasure him with your mouth.

He lets out a happy sigh. You’re ready to move, your teeth sucking in your lower lip, but he stops you, instead choosing to pin you closer to his body. His voice drops an octave:

“They birth and they milk.”

They—what? “Um—come again?”

“Breeding, baby. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

He knows you’re on the pill, so it’s not like you’re really trying to get pregnant…but the thought of getting knocked up tonight sends a particularly dangerous chill down your spine. He never uses a condom so the chances are still….there. Every night. Each time he blows his fat load deep inside you; like a good little cumdump, he says.

Why not indulge his fantasy tonight?

“You wanna breed me, Daddy?” You tease, hips swaying along his clothed member, dancing along your slit.

“Mmmm, yeahhh. Shit, baby. You’d look so good pregnant. And these—“ he grits his teeth, fingers pinching the straps that circle your mounds, watching them squish together, “—Are gonna fill up with so much milk, gonna feed me with your delicious cunt and sweet milk 24/7.”

You want to slap the smug look off his face, but now’s not the time. It’s time to get those pouty lips on your breasts and the cock in your cunny.

“Better start getting them open so I can satisfy that big thirst of yours.”

On cue, his lips wrap around your nipples, kneading your tits in his big rough hands. You start bouncing steadily along his cock. He’s domineering and digging into your skin harshly, teeth overly excited and sinking into your pebbled nips while he grinds up against your heat.

He’s biting and sucking so hard, asking-PLEADING-for your milk.

Milk that is definitely not there!

"Ouch! Joel I'm not going to give you milk, we’re just—playing—I’m not actually pregnant!"

But the THOUGHT of you exactly like this but stuffed full of a baby, just imagining your tits all round and belly bursting, the garter harness pulling tight against your skin and your tits poking out with that big heavy swell of your tummy making you look like his own breeding stock.

Desperate whines rush out of his mouth in a string of babbling: “I can get ya pregnant, please? Pleasepleaseplease darling let me put a baby in you— breed ya so good, just look at ya, could get ya knocked up, just think how cute you'd look gettin' all round with my calves grown in that tumtum. Fuck! what a sight, showing off to everyone our hard work breeding, evidence of our love making, and these titties would just swell n get all heavy with all the creamy delicious milk ya could give me like the best momma n—“

Your palm splats against his mouth to shut him up. “Slow down, cowboy. We aren’t having a real baby any time soon. We don't even live together yet..."

"Then move in with me,” he proposes without hesitation.

You …blink for a moment. His mouth hovers over your breast again but you drag him up to look you in the eyes—so you know he's not just fucking around.

“Really?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do we still have separate homes? I'm here all the time anyway. Plus, takin' care of all those plushie pets must be exhausting on your own, they're partially my kids anyway so.”

"You really want to live together?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do.”

You and Joel were a ‘take it one day at a time’ trusting kind of love, but right now as you stare into his heart-shaped eyes, you can see your whole future together. The kind of earth shattering reality that’s never been more clear and more desirable than this moment.

“I—“

“Don’t gotta give me an answer right now. Wanna ask ya again when we’re—less horny. So you know I’m bein’ serious.”

You grin and kiss him.

“Show me a good anniversary night and I’ll give a good thought-over.”

“Oh babygirl,” he tuts. “Think you were gonna be the only one showin’ me a good time? I got ya something too, sweetheart. Gonna go perfect with ya cow slut theme ya got goin’ on.”

You don’t know what he could possibly have that could “match” your very specific cow themed sex outfit—

Unless its more cows.

So when he sits you on the bed, stumbling over his shoes because he can’t take his eyes off you, Joel equally surprises you with a box of cow themed gifts—little calf beanie babies, which are conveniently jerry-rigged to two separate nipple pumps with their little snouts pointing towards the suction cups, and a cow plush toy that has a compartment in the top to pour milk in, complete with rubber “practice” utters for farmer kids to learn milking.

“I swear, I had no idea you were gonna be dressed as slutty cow momma for me. I just—saw this shit online and thought my girl needed to be drinking some cow titties when I fuck her swollen cow tits.”

“We’re so in sync,” you muse, shaking your head with an amused smirk.

Its honestly should be... kinda concerning.

He sits back next to you on the mattress, shoving some of your animals off the edge. You instinctively crawl atop his thighs again, and his hands settle once more protectively around your waist. You stare down at him, his sinful lips practically begging to get sucked while that lidded lustful gaze lulls you in a trance. The Joel Miller spell is wordlessly working on you again—and you know you’re gonna be cracking and doing anything this man says within a few shorts minutes.

You beam at each other tenderly, unable to help the genuine happy crinkle at your lips as you kiss him softly.

Then it starts:

"Can ya moo for me?"

You roll your eyes. Not quite doing anything he says so soon. “Fuck no I'm not doin that shit again for you. You want a farm, go get one yourself."

"Please Angel?" He plants wet kisses along your jaw before giving two fat ones on top of your breasts.

"Still no."

He groans, but continues to nip at your breasts like a scolded child. "Can I fuck your big mommy milkin' cow titties?”

“There is no milk!” You snap. You’re ready to throw the whole idea away, but his persistent hold around your waist and cock nudging your throbbing puss is making it difficult to resist him for long.

His big brown chocolate lab eyes bleed into your horny little soul. “C’mon, MooMoo, for Daddy?”

“I am NOT your MooMoo—“

He jingles the bell dangling from your neck. “Ya’sure sound like my MooMoo.”

you clench your fist around his shirt and take a deep breath. "Fine, Fine! Whatever."

"Say it."

"You can—ugh—fuck my big... mommy milking cow titties." You face feels so hot with embarrassment, but Joel purrs with such satisfaction that you feel even WORSE how much you don't hate it.

Since when did the double entendre of being called his "kitty" and "puppy" when Joel fucks you and your animal themed plushies become his "moo moo girl"?

He grins with such a dirty, perverted look about him. Continues to kiss over your mounds, massaging the muscles in your back so you don’t notice when he bends over you to grab his homemade breast pumps.

He looks at you sideways with expectant hope in his eyes.

You roll your eyes again. Of course he can’t just get a normal titjob and blow his load in your mouth. There’s always some fucking thing else you gotta do. But with the way his cock pulses under your drooping pussy, you decisively snatch it from his hands and get to work just so that he’ll call you his slutty cow again.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, rubbing along your hips excitedly. He holds them in your hand and exhales hot air over the cups so they aren’t cold against your skin.

The clear tubes are narrow, obviously meant to resemble that of utters rather than actually breastfeeding from a bottle. You stick them on each tit, and very quickly Joel is pumping the little hand squeeze that starts to suction the small space of air into the connecting wire.

You gasp at the sensation. Slowing latching on, the small of your breasts are pointing inward towards the pumps, sticking up on their own now as Joel continues to suck the air out.

You hiss a strangled moan. The sensation isn’t—bad. It’s like an invisible hand is dry vacuuming your pebbles.

“Fuck—fuck look at that,” he growls. “Your nipples are sooooooooooo fucking suckable right now.”

You look down and see their hardened state reaching out into nothing. As more of your flesh and tissue gets sucked in, pressing tightly, trying to fill the small space, the pain mixes with pleasure. Joel’s continually nipping at your chest with lidded eyes glued to the scene helps spread the multiple sensations your body is feeling.

“There’s not gonna be any milk,” you warn again, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat when you get to a particularly suffocating phase of tightness in your breast.

He casts a sorrowful grin before yanking the pumps off together with a loud SCHMOP.

You screech unexpectedly, rolls of pleasure sparking through your chest, up to your brain then right down to your tummy and cunt, your eyes rolling back as you collapse forward on to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment save for your heavy pants. Until you feel a wetness growing on his pants.

“Joel—did you—?”

He laughs out, “No baby, that was all you.”

Your cheeks go warm in embarrassment, looking down to confirm that you had actually squirted onto his jeans just from getting your nipples suctioned.

“Didn’t know ya titties were so sensitive…” he goads.

You shake your head and nudge it into his neck—because you didn’t know you could squirt just from getting your breasts suctioned either.

“Shhh, I know. I know baby, just breathe. Little titties are so sore, but we gotta get them ready to start feeding from. S’not my fault you’re just a little slut, so hungry to be a momma—don’t you worry, Daddy Bull is gonna make it happen. Ya can squirt your little juices all you want when I breed your cunt like my own personal livestock.”

You have half the mind to tell him again there is no baby to be feeding any time soon, and you sure as heck weren’t his livestock to be bred, and had nothing to say about "Daddy Bull", but with the harsh throbbing along your nipples, dragging sensitively against his cotton shirt, you don’t care to do anything else but drool and hump your weeping clit against his soaked thighs.

“Let Daddy see his work,” he mumbles into your throat with a kiss.

You sit up again with his assistance.

He groans heartily at the sight of your swollen, redden tips poking from your boobs. “Jesus fuck, MooMoo.” He rubs his thumb over your mounds and you wince away. “They hurt?” He laugh sadistically.

You cover your lips with the back of your palm, unwilling to let him see your delirious heaving. Your pussy throbs desperately for more his unique torture. “You….bastard…”

He soothes over the swollenness, groping your breasts and telling you how they’ll be sore like this all the time when they start filling with milk. How he’s gonna breed you so full of calves you’ll be bursting milk on your own, and he’s gonna lap it all up to keep you happy.

You don’t know why you keep letting him put the pumps back on. He doesn’t try to rip them off like before, but keeps bringing you close with tight compresses before letting air quickly filter in again. The little cow beanies bob up and down with each deep breath you force through your nose, eyes glittering up so innocently. You’re trying to ignore the equal throb in your untouched clit as the ones in your overstimulated perky nips.

Once they’ve swelled to a level of his satisfaction…

“MooMoo…”

“Huh…”

“Time for cow titty fucking.”

He throws you down on your back in the heap of your plushies. Wasting no time pulling his stiff member out of his jeans, he pumps a few times with one hand. Like a professional Joel wraps his belt tightly around your wrists, like a cowboy expertly tying his prize calf he just lassoed in.

You twist your legs to hide the leaking drip of slick sliding down to your ass. Your head leans to the side, arms thrown behind you so you can see him, biting your lips and furrowed brows of want, admiring his physique when he pulls his shirt off with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” you hum, shifting your bum up and spreading your legs so he can see your swollen slit twitching up at him.

But he throws your legs down and cages you under him. “I’m makin’ a mess of those god damn Mommy milkers first. Then your cunt gets whatever Daddy Bull has left.”

DaddyBullDaddyBullDaddyBull, you chant in over and over again your dumb little cow brain...

Oh Christ, tonight’s gonna be wild.

You watch him crawl over your body, fisting his leaking member over your chest. You want it, licking your lips in anticipation, pushing your boobs together with your arms to entice him. He twists the bell-collar so its dangling off the side of your shoulder before placing his leaking tip right at your lips, smearing his precum. Moaning at that fucking taste of Joel you’d been craving all day. You lap at the saltiness, begging him to force it deep into your mouth, but all he does is rub it over your lips, your tongue peaking out to get it nice and wet for him.

His cock falls right in the valley as you smoother it with your supple breasts. “Soft titties all mine to play with? You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck them?”

He starts thrusting, suffocating his cock between your tits. With one hand, he’s pulling the harness roped around your body tight like he's riding a God damn horse, the other still possessively pumping the nipple suction cups so they squeeze harder around your precious tits. His balls rub along your sternum while he bounces his hips, rocking back and forth again and again, making a sticky mess of his arousal and your drool all over your chest.

"Angel, imagine how fucking good this is gonna feel when these pups are filled to the brim with Daddy's milk.”

You nod dumbly. “Want you to fill them, Daddy. Want you inside,” you moan. Your head leans forward as you try to suck in his tip each time it poked through your boobs.

Joel lets out a shaky breath, trying hard not to blow his load too soon. Though the sight of your face and cowbell all sticky with his creamy spent has him drawing away quickly, a firm grip wrapped around the base to hold his twitching balls from releasing his seed just yet.

You cry out, tongue chasing his retreating tip.

“You ready to be my little cocksleeve plushie tonight?” He asks, raking his nails over your chest and belly, raised red trails marking you in their leave.

“I’m ready Daddy, fuck me like your dirty whore!”

He spits a fat gob of saliva right on to your slit before rubbing it over with his thick tip. You don’t need the extra lubrication due to how drenched you are, and the sweet squirting you did earlier, but oh how he admires the way it mingles with your juices and slides down your ass.

He rips the cow patterned garter ribbon from the waist buckle and wraps it around your calves, sticking your legs straight, and pulls your ankles taught. You’re completely tied off at his mercy, like cattle being tamed. He hoists your legs straight up in the air, his bare cock grinding against your wet heat.

"D-daddy!"

He leans your straight legs against his left shoulder and peers down over you: messy lipstick, bound wrists pulled together and straight to your stomach, pushing your tits even closer, and the harness does nothing but give each one an immaculate show of perkiness. Paired with the tight press that the pumps are still holding your nipples captive.

He decides to show you some mercy by removing the tubes. He kneads their swollen state at the same time his cock rubs along your slick folds.

“T’Thank you, Daddy Bull,” you puff.

“Good girl. Didn’t even have to remind you,” he praises with gentle strokes of your cheeks. “Your little calf babies are full now. Time for DaddyBull to spend time with Momma.”

You hope he doesn’t see the way your stomach clenches at being called Momma—a kink you’re shelving for much much later.

He’s got such stamina to be still gliding himself along your pussy but not penetrating just yet. Your brows are scrunched together in a plea and desperation, and those little cow ears are flopped back into the mess of softness. Softness that surrounds you, that innocent feel of cute plushy fur and cotton all rubbing against your body below you despite the numbing throb in your breasts and cunt.

He puts his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digits, getting them wet before he’s drooping them down your puffy lips, down your breasts each with a squeeze, trailing warmly over your belly before coming to the place where he’s about to impale you.

Your entire body is thrumming with need.

He takes the moment to see how wrecked you already are for him—and to savor your body, knowing he’s gonna breed you so good one day and everything is gonna swell, like a stamp of ownership.

“You’re so fucking breedable,” he whispers in awe of your body. You don’t think he meant to say it out loud, but it turns you on all the more to hear his inner thoughts that would most likely scare away other women.

Not you though. You shutter at the thought of it taking, of making something evident of all the fucking and cum dumping he’s been giving you.

The pornographic gasp you let out as he slides his cock over your folds, between your squished thighs. Your slick lathering his length, prepping him and teasing your clit with long strokes. You whine as his mushroom tip glistens with precum, poking through your thighs then retreating. Getting your hopes up and holding it there sadistically.

"Don't gotta do nothin' tonight for me, sweet pea. Just gotta hold on for the ride."

You're not ready when he latches at your entrance and thrusts in all at once. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fills your gut with his fat cock, stretching you in the best way only Joel Miller knows.

“Ahhh--ah!—f—f—fuuuccccckkkkkkkk!”

Joel Miller does have a Bull sized cock. More evident now stretching your little hole than you’d ever truly thought before.

The position is so restraining, leaving you no way to move or adjust - just take take take take his pounding. You both groan at the sight of his tip ballooning in your lower belly with each thrust.

He throws his arm over your straight thighs and thumbs over your swelled naval. "Fuuucccckk look at that, look at that!"

"S-ssoooooo deeeeeeppp," you wreathe, lips curling in delirium.

“Yeah-yeah babygirl, gotta stretch you—get ya ready to hold my calves huh? Gotta make room for them to pop out—“

“M—mnot—pregnant,” you rasp hoarsely, eyes closing when he starts angling his hips up and rutting along the gummy part in your cunt.

“I’ll make it happen, don’t you worry your little brain.” He laughs. “You like getting stuffed like your stuffies. Turned you into a proper fuck toy—mm—there we go—but you’re always gonna be my favorite toy to hump, to fill, to own." He forces each word out with each rut. “You’re so fucking good at being a soft whore for me to use, all precious and pretty on the outside. Just another one of these plushie sluts on this bed,” he grunts.

You stick your tongue out dreamily and smile, fingers getting lost in the scattered stuffed animals surrounding you with their soft, fluffy textures and hard or squishy bodies.

It feels really good to have 0 thoughts and just get fucked like a cow plushie.

He kisses your ankles soothingly, almost pathetically attempting to distract you from the sudden lash of his palm slapping against your ass.

“DADDY—shit!” You whimper. He doesn’t love the way you instinctively try to squirm away from him, but with how tied up you are, continually impaled on his throbbing length, you have nowhere to go.

He continues to spank you, the same spot, fingers splayed wide until his reddened print is left etched into your skin "Gotta brand ya baby, make sure everyone knows who owns this body.”

Lewd noises of wet skin slapping, and the little cow bell clanking on your neck fill the room along with your pathetic whimpers and Joel's repressed grunts.

"Yeah? You like daddy's bull cock ramming that tight little Moo Moo pussy?"

“Yea- ohh-f—fuck yes Bull Daddy, cock so good, fuck— nobody stretches me—ah shit!Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes—m’gonna be bred so fucking full Daddy fuck yes!”

“My little cow breedin’ bitch,” he hollers. He tears the cute little cow patterned bow from that had held your calves together and quickly parts your legs, shoving your knees up to his shoulders so you’re in full mating press. He continues thrusting aggressively downward. Despite still being bound by the wrist, your elbows part slightly enough to slot him between your arms, slinking your hands over his neck to bring him closer to you.

"Breed me!" You cry, literally cry. He doesn’t relent his rough thrusts despite cooing your tears welling.

"Gonna take all that bull cum in your slutty womb? Gonna let me put a baby in ya?”

Your walls clench down on him harder in response. The more his thick tip nudges your cervix, the less words you’re able to string together in sentences.

He doesn’t wait for answer—doesn’t think he ever will because he’s dangerously dreamt of impregnating you for so long now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop the day you said yes. Never bringing it up but fuuuccckkk he can’t stop his confessions from tumbling out: “Shit baby, might take this time. Lookin like my breeding stock n shit, gonna plow ya, you'll milk my cummies in your tummies and then—"

"Jesus Joel stop your yapping and FUCKME.”

"Ya gonna moo for me?"

You're moaning more, but with the way your sockets are rolled to their whites, arching up like the exorcist as he rams himself so deep its puncturing your belly, the sound’s eliciting from your mouth coming out as "mmmmmaaaauuuuhhhhhau-huh-hhuhh-huhhhh!"

He chuckles. "Close enough.”

He grabs the moo plush and shoves its utters in your mouth. You tilt your head to the side and your tongue circles around the rubber part. He almost busts his nut at the gorgeous sight below him: your pretty lashes closed as you suckle from the utters, each little swallow of milk going sown your throat. You're so delirious and cock drunk that you don't care about the trickles of cream dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your tits swollen and red, nipples so perked up they may actually start bleeding milk if he were to play with them any more, and your breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust, the jingle of the cow bell clanking loudly with no sense of tune but with all the hymns of his fucking he can give you. He snaps the garter belt strapped around you like reins, free ruling restraints that only make every bit of you even more voluptuous. Your legs are so strong, thick yet securely plastered together by his knot.

Your brows pinch together as your orgasm builds from your belly, making you arch violently against the pillow.

You pull away from the cow to take a gasp of air. Joel sticks his finger in your mouth and swirls it around. You hum in content, letting him make a mess of your drool and leftover milk spilling out, down your chin and cheeks with his thick digits. He yanks it out and licks it clean.

"Taste so fucking goo—“

"Keep fucking me with Daddys Bull cock fuck daddy I wanna get bred so fucking much wanna be your breeding little cum slut daddy fuck yes! You're so fucking huge, splitting my little moomoo pussy in half poundbreedbreedbreed daddy want all your cummies inside!"

"Fucked ya so dumb. All that ‘no baby, no milky talk.’ Shit! Fuck I'm gonna wreck this pussy, my fucking pussy! Nobody comes inside this sweet little womb but Daddy!"

"Just you just you daddy all yours please brand me make me yours! Oh-oh fuck Daddy yes! I’m cumming , I’m cumming so hard Daddy Bull fuck yesyesysssssyesyesyes!!!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your mouth parts as a silent scream is let out into the air. Joel keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pained gasps while trying to remain sane with your convulsing walls choking his cock, sucking him in so tight he wouldn’t be able to pull out if he pried himself from you. He reaches between you to rub your clit, and your head thrashes about in overstimulation. Hard teeth latch on to your collar bone as you squirt once again all over his cock, streaming to his balls and soaking the bed and poor plushies caught in the crossfire with your naughty juices.

“There’s my slutty girl! Squirt that puss everywhere, want to stain everything with that cunt, my pretty cow girl.”

Joel’s whole body ruts into you like his life depends on it. The bed lurches violently against the wall, plushies falling over the sides like an avalanche while your battered soaked pussy takes the beating of a lifetime from the man who undoubtedly has ruined you and laid claim to your soul for the rest of your life. You hold on with the little strength you have left as he readies to empty his balls into you.

“Shit—shit—oh ff-ffuck baby—Daddy Bull is cummin—gonna breed ya SHIT oh baby,baby,babbyyyy gonna flood ya, you’re gonna take it? Gonna take all that cum—not a drop—haa-left—Gonna knock you up this time-mmmf—fuck! My good cow sluuutt—Baby give it ta me so good, Breed ya full o’me!FUCK!!”

With a final slam, Joel plunges his cock balls deep and shouts into the mattress, pumping his cum as deep into your womb as it could possibly go with thick, fertile ropes flooding every inch of space inside you.

He forces out each harsh, agitated pant into your neck, sweat sticking between the two of you. Your hips are held upright, walls fluttering with each pulse of his dick still unloading inside.

“I love you,” you whisperinto his ear, mind all hazy as you stroke his damp curls. He shudders, relaxing into your embrace, and you welcome the crushing sensation of his body on top of yours.

He pulls away to admire your barely conscious state: stockings all torn up, harness now tattered and straps broken from their belts, the cow-eared headband snapped in half. Bruises and purple markings and love bites scattered all over your skin, your breasts the most damaged and swollen. He wonders how long it will take to fully heal, and how sensitive those little nipples are going to be for the next few days. Most importantly, he can’t tear his gaze away from the beat of your pussy lips struggling to swallow all of his creamy seed.

You gasp out when Joel pushes his cock all the way back in, his cum spilling out the sides and coating you but trapping a good amount inside, leaving it nowhere else to go.

“I Love being your cow MooMoo plushplush,” you hum, wiggling your bum and holding him close.

“How bout this one still?” He grabs the forgotten milker toy and brings the utters between the two of your lips.

Your tongue wraps around one utter and you start suckling the sweetness.

Joel yanks the toy away.

“Show me.”

You open your lips so he can see the pool of milk filled to the brim, spilling over the dips of your cheeks.

He dips his tongue into your mouth and begins sucking out your split-mixed milk, kissing you passionately so you’re both gulping around each other’s tongues.

Drunk. You feel drunk off him. Off the milk.

Eventually he pulls away so you can both breathe.

“I mean it.”

You draw away momentarily, wondering. it takes a moment to process anything that the two of you talked about while his cock still twitches in your cum-filled vagina.

You laugh when it hits you. “Yes, I’ll move in with you—“

“—You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant.”

You both pause for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I already knew that,” you taunt.

After you sleep for 14 hours straight, you wake up to find your tattered costume is gone, and your body completely naked. You don’t feel as achy as you expected—thanks to Joel probably massaging you in your sleep. Your cunt and breasts, however, are puffy and bruised as hell. You’ll have to restrict sexy time from Joel to just regular, Plushie-free fucking.

Speaking of, there’s an unfamiliar little guy on your bed right under your arm right now: yet another cow plushie, but it’s sooooo much softer, a bit heavier too. You turn it over and switch the little battery pack on, and the animal begins expanding and deflating with gentle breaths, its tummy warm and comforting against your body.

Joel comes in with a cup of tea placed on your bedside before jumping on the Plushie bed. You poke his face.

“Whaaaat!”

"Joel, you know this is for babies,” you say, gesturing to the new cow breathing cow plush.

Right my babygirl.” He smiles proudly, stroking your face.

"No, like actual babies. It’s a breathing soother to help them sleep. Did you not notice what section you were in when you bought it?”

He looks ahead at the wall for a briefly, revisiting the memory. “Ya know what, that might be why the lady asked if it was for a girl, and I said ya my girl. N’ then she asked 'how old' and I told her ya age and she gave me a weird look.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as you fall back in a fit of cackles. “You were literally in the baby section Joel."

"Ain't all these plushies for kids anyway?” He gestures to the pink, purple, frilly, soft, funny faced squish stuffed animals you have on your bed. “What’s the difference?”

You switch the heavy cow animal on again and the cow starts slowly inflating then deflating with each breath.

He gets all amazed like the marvels of today's technology far exceed his imagination. “Holy shit it got a real heart in there! No wonder it cost me 60 bucks.”

“Pretty sure a real heart would cost more than 60.”

“Mmm, cost me even more to keep yours.”

You glance over at Tomm—ahem, Teddy—sitting upright in the corner of the room, the dildo still strapped around his crotch, and at Mr. Oinkers who’s jittery fun was sometimes too much to handle, and at Valentine Puppy that has a permanent white streak in his hair when you tried washing out Joel’s cum, and at every other plush on this bed that has occupied an ever growing space in Joel’s horny head below the waist.

“I don’t love you just cuz of the plushies, you know.”

“Oh? I’ll take them all back then, since ya don’t appreciate—“

“No!” You cry desperately. “I—I love them.” You cold your cow plush close and kiss his head.

Joel curls up next to you and spoons your body. “But I love you too. Just you.”

He hums in agreement. “I know you do. Who else would dress like that just for fun?”

You cringe at the image of the destroyed cow garter that sits helplessly on the floor. Definitely cost waaaaaay more than $60.

“I can’t wait to move in,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Oh—about that.”

You lean back and meet his gaze. Was it a farce? Did he not actually want you to move in? Was it jut to get you excited for sex last night? You already feel your heart shattering, knowing its gonna take more than 60 bucks to put it back together—

“While you were sleeping…I brought all my shit here already. Cancelled my lease this month and packed for weeks. Figured it be easier than making you have to pack all your little fluffy bitches in boxes—”

“Well they wouldn’t go in boxes, they’d be buckled up in seatbelts.”

“Exactly my point. Would have been a nightmare trying to move you.”

You slap his shoulder.

“Um… what if I said no?”

“Oh…” the thought never actually crossed his mind that you’d say no.

You laugh again, kissing his jaw reassuringly. “Kidding, Bull Daddy.”

He grumbles into your back and kisses the back of your head. His big meaty paws rub over your thighs, the little dents from the strap still ghosting your skin, trailing up over your belly that he can’t wait to see swell one day, even if not any time soon, and snaking up to your aching chest—

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking tits.”

10 minutes later, you catch Joel’s cuddling the breathing cow right next to his face, snoring soundly as it exhales next to him. you kiss the tip of his noses and burrow yourself closer to your sleeping giant.

It really does help babies sleep.

- - - -

Notes: this ended up being waaaaaaay longer than I thought holy heck.

Bonus of Joel x Preggo reader thot in the plushies saga

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gingerjunhan · 3 months

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boyfriend headcannons - lee jooyeon

☆彡 the long awaited end of this sweet little series is finally here!! I hope you all enjoyed! :) 🩷

word count: 633 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: swearing, all caps, not proofread, lmk if something is missing!

← previous member

it’s time for our sillies little boyfie

omg okay where do I begin

he holds your hand all the time

out in public, in bed while cuddling, under the dinner table like you’re in middle school-

he wants you close at all times

he loves you so so so sooooo much

I am the queen of the Jooyeon clingy boyfriend agenda

he LOVES PDA

okay- in reality he love what you’re comfortable with- but still

he loves being able to show you off!

you’re his! he’s dating you! he can’t believe it!!!

once he gets comfortable the pet names are… oh boy

the type of cringe you would expect from Gunil tbh

“baby”

“bubs”

“SWEET PEA” 🥹

“pookie”

“pumpkin” on rare occasions

he likes to have fun with them

you would probably make most of your plans bc have you seen the way this man uses bubble?

he will not answer your damn phone calls!

(but he means well I swear)

the selfies you get from this man are either killer or hilarious

it’s like,, a Seungmin level fit check or a .5 image where it looks like he’s looking both directions at once 💀

but it’s okay bc you love him for it obvi 🫶🏻

speaking of loving him, Jooyeon strikes me as another member of xh that your younger siblings or cousins would love

NAHH YOU KNOW WHO WOULD LOVE HIM??

YOUR GRANDMA!!!!

children find him funny and old people find him charming and endearing

they would totally say you’re dating a prince lol

please play with his hair

I feel like he would love it

he lowkey loves it when you baby him?

like, eat the vegetables off of his plate and tell him how cute he is and he’ll eat that shit up

he is constantly singing

he makes songs up about what he does during the day

he’ll randomly hit you with the, “earlier today I was 🎶washing the dishes🎶 and I almost broke a plate.”

I feel like one of his go-to gifts would be plushies?

it’s your birthday? plushie

valentine’s day? here’s a little guy

and he forces you to name them all

sometimes he comes up with the names before he even gives them to you

“Here you go!” *hands you a plushie* “This is Bart.”

he is so amazed by you all the time

he truly idolizes you and the way you carry yourself and treat people

you aren’t afraid to be a little weird or different and he would love it!!

he would write songs for you :(

he would write songs about you :,(

I think it would be sooooo easy to fluster him

“You look very pretty today Jooyeon.” he’s red as can be

but don’t worry because he can dish it out just as well as he can take it

hot take: I bet Jooyeon secretly has rizz

it doesn’t happen often, but every now and then he hits you with a really good one-liner that honestly leaves you at a loss for words

he loves cuddle sessions :( my sweet, clingy boy

very excitable!

you could suggest watching paint dry as a date idea and he would be vibrating with excitement

loves loves loooves when you wear his clothes ESPECIALLY out in public!

it’s like your little way of showing people you’re taken

he would melt of you ever referred to him as, “my boyfriend” to someone in public like-

‼️ that’s him ‼️

he’s a ball of sunshine when he’s around you, but he also knows when to dial it back and be more serious as well

the duality to this man comes into play with more than just his stage presence!

overall, Jooyeon never stops smiling when he’s with you because he constantly has something to be thankful for 🩷

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #jooyeon x reader

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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First Day Funny Business (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You had hoped that even though it was Amy's first day of school, that she would sleep in

A set of tiny little feet padded their way into your shared bedroom, hurrying with excitement. Rhett was still snoring the morning away covered only by the thin bedsheet and the turned down covers at his feet.

Amy bounded into the room, practically jumping right on top of Rhett and eliciting a groan from the deeply sleeping cowboy. "Daddy! Daddy! Uppie!" she cried. "Uppie! It's almost time for school!"

"Don't wanna go to school, Pumpkin," he groaned. "Ten more minutes."

"Mommy says you gotta get up," Amy informed him.

Rhett jokingly laid his dead weight into the mattress as Amy tried to pry him off of it, herself in turn, rolling off the bed with a yelp and a loud thump onto the floor, taking most of the bedsheet with her.

"Shit!" Rhett hissed when the cold air from the air conditioning hit him along with the realization that he was still in his tight black boxers. Thank God he hadn't been naked......that would have had Amy either asking questions or running around telling the differences between men and women.

"Alright Doodlebug," Rhett yawned. "C'mon downstairs and eat."

A madly giggling Amy raced down the steps with Rhett trailing slowly behind until he found himself in the kitchen with you. "Good morning Frankenstein," you joked, turning over the apple cinnamon pancakes you had been cooking.

Rhett grunted in response, doing his best Frankenstein impression before rubbing the grog off his face. He kissed your lips before grabbing a plate and sitting next to Amy.

"You excited sweet pea?" he asked, digging into the pancakes.

"Yeah," she chirped happily.

You listened to Rhett going back and forth with Amy, the two boys in your belly kicking up a storm at the scent of the pancakes and the chatter in the kitchen. Hannah, your two year old, came waddling in a minute later with her pink blankie and her hair sticking up at weird angles. Rhett lifted Hannah into his lap and kissed her pretty little cheeks, making her giggle as the stubble from his jaw tickled her sensitive skin.

"Alright, Doodlebug," Rhett said when he noticed the time on the digital stove clock. "Eat that last bite and then go get dressed."

Amy scarfed down the last bite of her pancakes and hurried upstairs to go get herself dressed. Sure as shit, she had picked out one of the outfits you and Rhett had gotten for her, a pretty little dark grey t-shirt with a big turquoise butterfly on it and the cute little denim shorts with the lacy trim around the legs. Amy even managed to get her little brown gladiator sandals onto her feet which flapped all over the hardwood floors in the halls.

"C'mon princess," Rhett told her, opening the door to the truck and buckling her in. He set her backpack down on the seat beside her, happy that her blanket and her circus clown plushie were already in her bag.

Rhett helped you in a minute later once Cecelia had come to look after Hannah. She gave Amy a kiss and wished her good luck and so didn't Royal, snapping a few pictures before the three of you had to be off. Amy waved to her grandparents until you had gotten all the way to the bottom of the driveway and turned onto the road that would only be a short, fifteen minute ride to the school.

"You good to go for today?" Rhett asked you.

"As far as lessons go? Yes," you told him. "Physically and mentally? That's debatable."

Rhett chuckled a little, finally pulling into the little Waldorf School that lay right in the middle of the woods, just up the path from the main school where you taught. Rhett had known almost every single teacher at the place whether it was from having to repair farm equipment, deliver calves and foals in the middle of the night or even from bartering with one another, Rhett knew almost the entire teaching faculty.

Rhett parked in the dirt lot and helped you out first, making sure you weren't hindered by your bump. Amy jumped out once she was unbuckled and the three of you walked right up the path to the little building where Claire O'Donnell was waiting for her.

"Good morning Miss Amy," Claire greeted cheerfully, shaking Amy's little hand. "How are you this morning?"

"Good," Amy chirped.

"Come on in sweetheart," Claire told her, shooing her inside the building to see her other teachers and classmates who were just beginning to arrive. "Now here's two other faces I haven't seen all summer."

"Claire, how are ya?" Rhett greeted, shaking her hand.

"Wonderful, wonderful," she laughed. "Listen, Rhett, Brian was asking if your father still had a gas can for us to use? The tractor has no fuel and we couldn't get downtown to get any yesterday."

"Yeah, stop on by whenever ya'll get a chance and we'll lend you some," Rhett answered. "Chances are, it'll either be me or Wes Redwood ya'll see out front."

"Oh thank you, you're an absolute lifesaver," Claire answered. "And just know that if you or your family need anything from us in return, just ring the doorbell and we'll do the same."

You and Rhett both bid her farewell before saying one last goodbye to Amy, Rhett and her forming a little heart with their hands before he walked you up the path to where the grade and high schools were located.

"Don't work too hard sweetheart," he said before he kissed you.

"You know I won't," you teased him before heading off.

The realization that Amy was finally in preschool didn't hit him until Rhett was driving home and Cecelia saw him step outta the truck with tears in his eyes.

"You ok Grumpy?" she asked him.

"Can't believe Doodlebug's growin up," he croaked, hugging his mother.

"I know sweetie, I know," Cecelia chuckled. "First days are always toughest."

Rhett laughed and followed his mother into the house to gather up whatever he needed for the day and to go help Wes. He left the house, heading for the truck once more to make his way over to the Granite Trail Reservation, turning only to see his mother and Hannah standing in the window, waving goodbye. Rhett didn't need to really hold back his emotions, but felt immense pride in his family, just as he was always meant to.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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nightbunnyageregressionblog · 1 month

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Are You Currently Regressed?: Yes!

I'm Nighty/Andrew!

I have Autism and Depression (currently only things known)

This is my agere sideblog! my main is @nightmaretherabbit

Big Age: Minor

Little Age: 4 - 7 years (Default is 4 years for me though:)

Pronouns:He/Him,They/Them

Testing: Xe/Xem,Bun/Bunny

Gender and Sexuality: Transmasc & Pansexual, Demiromantic, Demisexual

Nicknames I Like To Be Called:

Bubba, Buddy,Angel,Bambino,Bean,Baby, Baby Boy,Cuddle/Snuggle Bunny, Cupcake, Little Man, Little Dude, Mate/Matey, Sunshine, Sweetheart,Sweet Boy, Little One, Little Star,Sweet Pea,Pumpkin.

Favorite Colors:Pastel Yellow,Purple,Pink, and Orange!

Little Shows: Octonauts,Yo Gabba Gabba,Wow Wow Wubbzy,Ruby and Max,Bluey,My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Bear In The Big Blue House, Steven Universe, Spirit Riding Free, SpongeBob (early seasons especially), Winnie the Pooh, Invader Zim.

Things That Help Me Regress:Coloring Books, Blocks, Pacifiers,Plushies/Stuffies, Little Shows, Little Foods,Toys.

Little Foods/Drinks: Apple Slices, Frosted Animal crackers,Dino Nuggets, Apple Juice (the one with Donald Duck on it), Chocolate Milk, Sausage Patties, Coffee,Cookies, Brownies.

Little Games:Animal Crossing New Leaf + New Horizons, FNaF (yes, listen-),Mario Party,Mario Kart 7,Kirby,Stardew Valley,Sims 4,Pokemon,

Stuffies Names: Pink Panda(Panda), Precious (Toucan),Vanny (Youtooz plush), Socks (Red Sock monkey), Springtrap (Youtooz)

I baby talk and babble nonsense on this blog. Sorry if it's hard to understand.

@springonmytraptillicomeback is currently a caregiver to me :3

Caregiver Application

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pttwice · 3 months

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little!mina's penguin goes missing and the poor baby is just miserable so cg!sahyo get her a tim plushie as a replacement while they try to find it

hiya anon! :))

tim

|| little!mina, cg!sahyo ||

Mina got Iggy, her stuffed penguin, a few years ago from someone at a fan meeting. She took him everywhere and never slept without him. The few times her mamas were able to convince her to let them wash Iggy, she sat in front of the washer and dryer the entire time.

It had been a bit hectic for Mina coming back from her break in Japan and as much as she loved being home, she really missed being with the girls. She unpacked her things and took all her clothes out of her suitcase, putting them back in her closet.

As soon as Mina laid down on her bed, she let out a sigh. She was tired from being on the plane and wanted to spend her last two days off just relaxing and maybe seeing a few of her members.

Mina closed her eyes and reached a hand out on her bed for Iggy. She felt around her for a few seconds before she furrowed her eyebrows and opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around her on the bed, but she couldn't find Iggy.

Mina checked under the bed, in her closet, and in her suitcase, but he wasn't in any of those places. By the time she checked her entire apartment, she was tired and fussy, and she just wanted Iggy so she could take a nap.

Not knowing what else to do, she texted Sana and Jihyo to come over to her apartment as soon as possible for an emergency.

The girls showed up in record time, ready to comfort Mina and offer support. When they saw Mina curled up on the couch, not surrounded by any immediate threat, they relaxed a bit.

They could tell that Mina had regressed and was not feeling good based on the way she was curled up into herself on the couch.

Sana sat down beside Mina and gently lifted her head up so she could rest it on her lap. "What's the emergency, angel?"

Mina shook her head and softly whined as she pointed to her bedroom. She wanted to tell her mamas why she was upset, but it was hard to talk when she was so tired and sad.

Jihyo turned to where Mina was pointing and walked into her room. She looked around the room and shrugged her shoulders as she walked out. "I don't see anything bad in there, sweet pea. Did something happen to you when you got home?"

Mina shook her head again and buried her face in her mommy's lap. She curled up even closer to Sana, wanting her whole body to be touching Sana's.

Sana wrapped an arm around Mina's shoulders and gently rubbed her side. They were quiet for a few minutes, just letting Mina find her words before they asked her any more questions.

Jihyo went into Mina's kitchen to get her a sippy cup full of juice and a small snack, hoping that a little bit of food would make her baby feel a little bit better.

When she came back, Jihyo knelt down beside Mina and gently kissed the side of her head. "Can you try and eat something for me, sweet pea?"

Mina turned her head and nodded slightly. She sat up, making sure she was still attached to Sana before she took a few sips of the juice and ate some of the snack her mama got for her.

"Do you think you can tell me and mama what's got you so upset now, angel?" Sana brushed her fingers through Mina's hair.

"Iggy." Mina spoke softly as she took another sip of her juice, a deep frown forming on her face. "Can't find."

Jihyo and Sana looked at each other, knowing that if Mina lost Iggy, then it was going to be a very long rest of the day and a very long night.

"Do you remember where you last saw Iggy, sweet pea?" Jihyo sat the snack down on the couch beside her baby and rested her hand on her knee.

Mina shook her head and let out a small huff. "Took him home, but then wasn't on the bed after I unpacked."

Sana nodded and thought for a second. She rubbed small circles into the small of Mina's back before she remembered something that she and Jihyo had gotten for Mina.

"If you couldn't find Iggy when you finished unpacking, then he may still be in Japan, angel." Jihyo's heart sank when Mina looked at her, eyes brimming with tears. She set the snack down on the floor before she sat beside Mina. She pulled her baby into her lap and wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I know that you miss Iggy lots right now, but do you think you'd be able to take care of a different friend until we go back to Japan?" Sana asked and looked up at Jihyo, hoping that she knew what she was talking about.

Mina shrugged and sniffled a little. She leaned back in her mama's arms and held tight onto her sippy cup, wishing she had Iggy to hold onto instead.

"We were going to wait until your birthday, but I think this would be the perfect time to meet someone new. He can keep you safe until we find Iggy again." Sana gave Mina a small smile and kissed her forehead before she got up. "I'll be right back."

While Sana went out to the car, Jihyo gently rocked her baby back and forth, humming a soothing lullaby. Once Sana walked back inside Mina's apartment, she had a wide smile on her face. She had her hands behind her back as she walked over to the couch and sat down.

Slowly, Sana pulled a Tim stuffy from behind her back. She held him out in front of herself and smiled. "I think Tim would like to meet you, sweet pea. Do you want to introduce yourself?"

Mina looked at the new stuffy skeptically before she gave him a tiny wave. "Hi, Tim. I'm Mina." She spoke softly as she carefully reached out, wrapping her hand around his fuzzy arm. She pulled him out of her mommy's grasp and set him on her lap.

He looked nice and he felt very soft. He certainly wasn't Iggy, but he looked like he would be good at protecting people.

"What do you think, sweet pea?" Jihyo gently kissed the crown of Mina's head and smiled when she pulled Tim close to her chest. Mina rubbed her cheek against the stuffy as a small smile formed across her lips.

Mina liked that Tim was a nice brown color and she liked his button eyes. "Soft."

Sana and Jihyo lightly chuckled and nodded in agreement. Tim wasn't Iggy and he would never replace Iggy, but they had a feeling that Tim would soon be traveling with Mina and Iggy wherever they went.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #little!mina #caregiver!sana #caregiver!jihyo #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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For headcanon asks :

■ and ☼ from Mammon please

Hello sweet pea 🌻

Character Headcanons

Mammon

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon:

He's actually very clean and tidy. His room if filled with expensive things so of course he's taking care of them. It might get a little cluttered at times though, especially if he's moving product.

If you look really closely at his walls/desks/book cases/cabinets you will find little traces of yourself. Mostly in the form of pictures and knick knacks from your time together. They are some of his prized possessions, he knows exactly where they are supposed to be so don't even try moving them.

If you're dating him he absolutely wants you to move in with him as soon as possible. He goes out of his way to make room for all of your things too. Though you both with have to compromise on a few things. Like maybe that pool table, and your oversized plushies.

☼ - appearance headcanon:

Mammon is a model so he knows how to look good for the cameras. His skin his, much to amso's dismay, naturally flawless. That beautiful white hair always looks soft and shiny. And of course when he is all dolled up he is gorgeous.

There is something to be said though, about how he looks when he has just woken up, perfect hair all messed up and sticking out. His flawless skin has creases running down his cheek from his pillow. Those beautiful blue eyes still slightly hazed from sleep. How his hands always reach for you to pull you closer. It makes those butterflies in your tummy start to flutter and your chest tighten.

Hope you like these ☺️💕

If you want to send in a request: Headcanons meme

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me! mammon #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon avatar of greed #mc x mammon #om mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon headcanons #obey me mc #om! mc #saadie's requests 🌻

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chirp-a-chirp · 1 year

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Obey Me! Candy Hearts 💕

How the demon brothers plus Diavolo would express their love to MC with Valentines candy heart messages

Mammon - Love U

Mammon is in so much debt with witches he doesn’t have the grim to buy candy hearts. So, Mammon creates his own Valentine.

Mammon: *Shoves yellow, white, and black homemade card in MC’s hand* H-here ya are human! *Turns around to quickly leave*

MC: *Looks at card, which has a collage of pictures of MC and Mammon smiling with “Love U!” Scrawled at the top*

MC: Mammon, thank you! *Runs to Mammon and hugs him from behind*

Mammon: Gah!

Levi - Let’s Game

During a gaming session, Levi hands MC a Cupid-inspired Ruri-Chan plushie holding a basket with “Let’s Game!” candy hearts.

Levi: I waited for 5+ hours for this limited edition plushie. There were only 100 made and sold in just 2 stores. I-if you don’t like it, I understand—

MC: I love it! In fact…I got you something as well. *Pulls out an identical Ruri-Chan figurine with “Hug Me” candy hearts*

Levi-exe. has stopped functioning.

Satan - Purrrfect

MC is at a cat cafe, bending down to stroke a kitty under its chin. Suddenly, they see a scrap of paper poking from underneath its collar. The paper has a simple message: “Follow me”.

MC looks bemusedly at the cat, but follows the cat to a back room of the cafe not open to the public. In the room, they see Satan sitting in a beanbag chair with several kitties surrounding him. Next to the chair is a pile of books and a basket of candies with “Purrfect” and “Meow” written on them.

Satan: Ah, MC. I was just reading to the cats here. *Takes a cat out of his lap and pats his thighs* Care to read to the kitties with me?

Asmo - XOXO

Asmo leads MC to his private bathroom. Candles are lit in all corners and on various stacking tables. The large bath is filled with warm bubbly water, with the smell of lavender and sugar permeating the air. A bucket of chilled champagne sits by the edge of the bath, along with a bowl of “XOXO” candy hearts.

Asmo: Let me spoil you sweetie with these treats! And, feel free to spoil me with your love in return. 😘

Beel - Honey Bun

MC meets Beel in the kitchen. They see Beel surrounded by piles of empty plastic candy bags. On the counter is a small wooden bowl with a small handful of candy hearts. Beel hands MC the bowl.

MC: *Picks up a few sticky hearts, trying to read the message worn off by Beel’s drool* Honey…Butt?

Beel: Honey Bun. So many of the hearts has food messages on them—Sweet Pea, Sugar Pie, Sugar Sugar—that it made me hungry…

Belphie - Star Dust

Belphie brings MC to the planetarium. He lays down on a blanket, with MC snuggling next to him. They feed one another candy hearts with “Star Dust” messages on them as they point out various constellations. After a while, MC notices Belphie snuggling closer and that he has stopped talking.

MC: Belphie, are you ok?

Belphie: Yeah. After Lilith’s death, I assumed Beel would be the one I would always be closest with. *Points out his and Beel’s twin stars in the sky* But now I have you.

Lucifer - No Candy Heart

MC enters Lucifer’s room as requested. The sound of an elegant cursed record plays in the background as they close the door. Lucifer approaches MC from behind, handing MC a single red rose and wrapping his arms around them.

Lucifer: I require no cloying candy hearts to tell you how I feel. Allow me to express myself in a different way.

Diavolo - ALL the Candy Hearts

Diavolo cannot pick a single message to encapsulate his love for MC. So, he opts to give them all—he carries a gigantic basket full of candy hearts and plops it on a desk where MC is sitting.

MC: ALL of these messages are meant for me?

Dia: Absolutely! Every one!

MC: Including this heart that says “Bite me”? How about this heart that says “Lick me”?

Dia: I-if you would like to, my dear.

MC: *Mischief in their eyes, smirk on their face* And this heart that says “Spank me”?

Dia: *Very enthusiastically responds* Yes please!

MC: *Laughs* Ah, good to know Dia. But, I prefer this message. *Holds a heart that says “Kiss me” and kisses Dia lightly on lips*

#obey me brothers #obey me!#obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #om! lucifer

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carnivorousyandeere · 11 months

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omg its the first time i got an anon emoji 😭🌹 the little rose is so cute!! i had already sent some requests before, but i'm kinda embarassed about "signing" them since they're pretty weird ones 😭 i just love weird stuff...

absolutely loved how you responded to my last one too btw! thanks for answering it!!! i felt kinda bad for Wisteria beating herself up because of their darling's fear 😭 now i'm thinking about how fae'd feel when that darling starts to warm up to her... trembling less and less when she's around... maybe even starting to seek their company by themselves... maybe even saying "i love you" to fae after their first time together (😳) omg...

Hehehehe I like the way you think, 🌹~!

Timid Darling’s First Time With Wisteria

( MDNI )

CW: smut, frotting, dom yandere

Info: fluffy smut, very cute if I may so, gender-neutral reader, more romantic than kinky but fae’s still kinda soft-domming?, no penetration

Wisteria holds you as you cuddle in her nest of a bed, your head resting on her chest and her nails scraping gently over the back of your neck and then down your back. Warmth blooms in their chest when you shiver from that feeling, nuzzling even closer against her in your sleep.

Everything is so perfect, her dream come true. Wisteria presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against the skin there when your arms tighten around her.

You’ve been so much more relaxed recently. It does Wisteria’s heart good to see you so content. It wasn’t that long ago that you shivered and teared up at the mere sight of her— but Wisteria tries not to think about that. The past is the past, and you’re happy with faer now.

The brief thought of your previous reactions evidently made her grip you a little too hard, waking you.

You yawn so cutely, faer heart feels like it’s gonna burst. “Wisteria?”

“Mm?” She rubs her cheek against the top of your head, fighting the urge to squeeze you tight like one of her plushies.

You tremble a little, avoiding her gaze.

Dread chills her bones. Surely you aren’t becoming afraid of her again…? Softly, fae asks, “Are you okay, sweet pea? Sorry for waking you… didn’t mean to startle you…”

“No, it’s just…”

You still for a moment, and then hesitantly lean in to press a kiss to their lips. Before fae can think about it, Wisteria flips the two of you over. Immediately you move to squirm out from under faer and try to cover your face, but Wisteria holds you tighter with a breathless, giddy giggle. She presses kisses all over your face, professing her love to you in between each peck.

She pauses at the look in your eye. It’s not a look she’s seen on you very often. But you look so soft, open… needy. Fae presses her lips to yours with a dreamy sigh. The kiss is soft, languid. Even so you find a small whimper bubbling up at the back of your throat when she pulls away to let you breathe.

Wisteria smiles, cupping your face in her hand, and leans in for another kiss. It starts much the same as the last, but their tongue peeks out to press against your lips. Wisteria’s heart soars, heat spreading through her whole body as you open your mouth for her with another delicious little whimper.

Wisteria is more than content to make out with you for what feels like hours. They trace your face and neck with their fingertips, down to your chest and shoulders, making you shiver beneath faer as they explore your mouth with their tongue over and over.

You can feel her pressing against you, and from the increasingly heated kisses you’re sure she can feel that you’re just as worked up. Wisteria coaxes your tongue into faer mouth, sucking on it and groaning in surprise when you roll your hips up against faer. Wisteria pulls back, and you can feel her whole body shiver at the feeling.

Wisteria kisses you more and more desperately, spreading your legs further apart to grind against you harder. Fae swallows your every whimper and moan, panting against your lips as the two of you fall apart together. Wisteria groans, resting her forehead onto your shoulder as they cum, forcing themselves to keep grinding against you to work your through the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

The two of you lay like that in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, until Wisteria regains enough wherewithal to press a kiss to your forehead and sit up to start the whole aftercare process.

She lets out a little “oof,” when you pull them back down on top of you, burying your head in faer shoulder.

“I… I think I love you,” you whisper into her collarbone.

Wisteria short-circuits, feeling her face flush and then her whole body follow suit once more. She holds you so tight, almost squeezing the air out of you, excitement thrumming across her skin and a shy, but wide grin spreading across her face. “…do you really mean it?”

#🌹 anon #mail 📬#oc wisteria #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #mdni #nsft #yandere smut

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uncle-cucky · 7 months

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Ruby’s friend :]

#cat #plushies #oc #ruby #sweet pea #pet

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pedge-page · 2 months

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omg imagine PK x Plushies i love you so much girl you are amazing

Plushies x Piss Kink Crossover - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: The crossover that was bound to happen and its HEREREEEEEEEE. This is more Plushies!verse setting and they discover a lil piss kink.

Warnings: PissKink, Plushies humping, yes we are peeing on the plush, premature ejaculation, assisted male masturbation, crying, jealous!Joel, and a HINT (just a bit) of sub!Joel at the end

18+ ONLY

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“What’s this one? Benny the Buffalo?” Joel asks, staring down at the brown fuzzy stuffed animal in his hands.

“No, dummy, that’s Biscuit, the Bison,” you retort, not even looking at him as you continue reading.

The two of you are lying down on your new “shared” bed, and Joel has decided its time he get to know his roommates on first name basis.

“Course. And this?” He snatches the white rabbit next. “BunBun?”

“Carrot.”

“Appropriate. How about Ghosty over here?”

“Casper.”

“How original. Aaaannnddd....?” He shoves the next one in your face to get your attention: a fat baby chick with an enormous orange bill.

“Mr Quakers,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“I bet he’s loads of fun on that little nub of yours,” he snickers. He tosses the poor chick like a free-throw basketball across the room.

He grabs the next one, buried waaaay in the back of your bed under all the rest. “Alright, Let me guess… Hammy the Hamster.”

“No that’s—“ you take one look at the one currently in his palms: a medium sized hamster with bitty hands and a large head as big as his squat body. Quickly hiding your shocked expressions, you go back to your book and say very casually, “Um…that’s… Frank.”

“Frank?”

“Mhm.”

“Just Frank.”

“Yup.”

“Frank the Hamster. How does that make sense?”

“Well I didn’t name him.”

“And who did?"

You swallow, wondering why Joel’s got so many goddamn questions about the naming conventions of your stuffed animals. “Um … Frank did…”

“Stuck up fella, naming the thing after him. Who was this “Frank” then. Your uncle? Was he as perverted as me?”

“No. Frank’s… my ex.”

Your face feels hot, avoiding his gaze and trying to look anywhere but at him.

Joel stares at you with an unreadable expression, then back to the fisted squishy hamster plush. He contemplates for what feels like an eternity. There’s an uneasy silence hanging in the air, and your heart is beating out of your chest, wondering what he may be thinking about those word resonating in his ears.

He clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth into diamonds while looking at something so extremely soft and huggable. You hope maybe he’ll just dropkick it out the window at worst, but instead:

“Hands and knees on the floor. We’re fucking Frankie the Hamster tonight.”

There was no “we”. What he really meant was YOU are fucking Frank the Hamster tonight, and he is pinning you down and forcing you to grind on it harder.

“Joel—that—feels… uncomfortable.”

He’s not rubbing his cock along your ass, or nudging your clit or kissing you. Instead, he’s caged you between the thick mass of his sold body and the hamster on the floor, your legs spread out with his knees along the inside of your calves to keep them open.

He keeps rubbing along your pelvis, palm digging into the squishy part right below your belly, pressing hard against your bladder.

“Joel,” you warn again. Your legs quiver with the rapid build, too afraid to push him off entirely. He’s steaming, that’s for sure, but why torture you above the little helpless guy?

“S’matter? You don’t like rubbing your slutty pussy over your ex’s face?”

“It’s just a stuffed animal—ow!” You cry as Joel pinches your nipple through your shirt.

“You grind on Frankie’s face before?”

“N-no. Never,” you swear.

“Mmm. Not sure I believe you, sweet pea. Kept him all these years, didn’t ya?”

You shake your head, too afraid to face him. You really hadn’t been grinding on the hamster ever. In fact, you nearly forgetting of his existence until Joel fished him up while asking everyone’s name.

He forces your back to arch even more drastically, putting more pressure between your naked cunt and the soft squish bellow you. You furrow your brows, fear creeping between your spread legs, unable to clench against something to brush off the mounting pressure in you.

“Joel please—I really need to go...” you didn't want to finish the sentences. He wasn't pleasuring with his hands you in the right places so much as building pressure in the wrong one.

“Go where? I’m all you need. Right. Here.” His fingers dig possessively into your side while his other hand pushes into your lower belly.

You shake your head again. Heart racing now that you no longer care about your pleasure and are more concerned with the mess of forbidden bodily fluids you’re about to rain all over your poor Frankie—

It hits you with burning desire mixed with an irksome bile. You gasp out angrily.

This. Mother. Fucking. Asshole.

Joel smirks into your neck behind you, as if reading your mind figuring out his evil little plan.

“S’wrong, angel? Would you rather be doing this with any of MY plushies I’ve spoiled you with?”

“I—you—“ you grit your teeth, eyes closing as a wave of panic washes deep through your core. You’re desperate not to make a mess, a fool of yourself to tame his sadistic need to own every inch of control over you.

He hears the little staggered pants from your lips. “Do it,” he commands softly but with finality, laced with a sadistic “win” for him.

A tear slips down your cheek as you moan sadly, your stomach giving up and unclenching as the walls of your bladder breaks, and hot urine spills into the stuffed animal’s face currently wedged so tightly against your entrance.

“Shhhhhh,” he coos, finally grinding himself against your ass. He can hear the feint rushing liquid of your piss splatting into the cotton.

He presses you further into its plush softness, suffocating every inch of your crotch so that it absorbs all the nasty warm juice squeezing out of you like a lemon. Your legs quiver violently as you can’t help but release more and more, flowing out as if by his demand and feeling the poor plush get heavy with the rush filling its cotton innards up.

"Naughty girl, am I making you piss all over your ex's face? Little Frankie doesn't deserve that does he?" He taunts, fully well intending for this to exactly happen as he wanred.

There’s so much, and another tear slips passed you, but this one because it feels so—relieving. It’s gross and nasty, embarrassing and heartbreaking all at once, and it makes you hump against him and the dampened hamster even more.

Joel feel the quickened breaths coming out desperately from your nose as you grind down on the defiled thing all soaked up with your own piss. Your hips are frantic, smothering your cunt with the piss-logged plush desperately, as if you were trying to...

“Shit—are you…?”

You cry out in response, mouth agape with satisfied groans when you clit catches along the wet seams just right and you find yourself cumming on the sad wet thing drowned below you.

Joel clears his throat in surprise. His cock pulses on its own and floods the inside of his pants in white strings of his seed.

Did he think you would probably cry? Yes.

Did he want you to pee and destroy your ex’s little gift to you? Yes.

Did he expect you to fucking cum from it? Um.

Did he know HE would cum from it??? No. Definitely not.

His teeth grind against one another trying not to think about how perverted he is, pulling away from you so you can’t feel his sticky spent through his trousers and on to your back.

The squishy lump below you begins seeping the now cooled piss into the floor boards. You sigh deeply, not sure what to do now that your little punishment has turned into—something wilder.

You feel a gentle kiss along your cheek, his thumb caressing away your tears.

“That was hot,” He admits plainly.

You cover your face to hide your smile. It’s gross. It really is. Should be embarrassing. You don’t even want to think about the hamster on the floor, the memories you’ve just soddened with your own fucking piss.

He helps you off the floor. Your thighs still shake, the uncomfortable feeling hanging there in disgust now that you’re mentally sober again.

He guides you to the shower where you both wash up quietly.

“Um—listen I didn’t… I don’t know why you would keep your ex’s stuff but…I mean I’m reasonably… it doesn’t make me feel great, so ya can’t blame me, for getting jealous—“

You shut him up but tugging against his half hard cock.

“First of all,” you say, the sudden boldness in your voice blanking his mind into submission under your touch.

“That plush, was from my first boyfriend—in high school. We dated for 2 months,” you continued, your fingers gripping his base with a gentle squeeze, feeling him swell to full mass, “and then he realized he liked boys. That was it. We laughed about it and stayed good friends. He gave me the stuffed animal as a parting gift to college for helping him through it all.”

You stop rubbing his cock and Joel opens his eyes. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“So…Frank’s just… a friend…”

You kiss his collarbone. “Just a friend,” you repeat.

The water coats his back soothingly. An ache that had formed in his muscles, the strain of aggression tickling his brain from the minute he heard you had a stuffed animal named after your ex, still in your bed after years, had suddenly vanished.

“Why—why would you say hes your ex and not just your old friend? Why'd ya let me make you do that to it?” He asks, concerned now that he’s ruined something sentimental to you over his quickness to jealousy.

“Because—“ you nip along the swell of his chest, both hands working along his hardened cock. “You wanted it.” Your thumb swipes along his tip, the precum feeling sticky despite the shower water drenching you.

He moans, head falling into your shoulder as he thrusts his length into your palm.

As your wrist continues to jerk him off, your lips ghost the shell of his ear with a deadly, lascivious whisper:

“And I’m too crazy for you to say no.”

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somnambulant-seraphim · 2 years

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Here’s a group post of the ENTIRE FROG FAMILY!!! These are all 25 of my handsewn frog and toad plushies that I’ve made over the past couple years. I grouped them together with each other by birthdate, but they aren’t in exact order.

I listed their names and pronouns by order of the photos, from top to bottom, left to right:

Shrub (they/them), Slouch (they/he), Hemlock (she/they), Acorn (he/they), Sweet Pea (she/her).

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Algae (he/him), Dewdrop (he/they), Stellar (She/they), Orbit (they/xe/xey/xem).

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Gob (they/them), Chops (he/him), Wormwood (she/they), Grub (they/them), Lichen (no pronouns, just name).

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Bramble (they/them), Juniper (she/her), Rain (no pronouns, sometimes it/its), Croc (he/him).

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Fen (they/them), Scrap (he/they), Loveland (he/they), Grove (she/they).

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Duckweed (he/him), Sycamore (fae/faer/they/she), Maple (they/he).

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bouquetshark · 8 months

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may I please request little ice juggler cookie with caregiver banana cookie headcanons? :D

Regressor!Ice Juggler Cookie Headcanons

As a general baseline, Ice Juggler is still brutally honest and aloof when regressed —albeit much nicer to be around. It's also important to mention that a lot of the time she sleeps or just lays around because of the high amounts of psychical activity the circus requires her to do. And although Ice Juggler may pretend to hate Banana Cookie, we all know they love each other. (And isn't little Ice Juggler so cute?!)

• Very shy when regressed, not only because of internal shame, but external insecurities and the fact she (probably) made fun of the coping mechanism at some point. (She wishes she could take that back, but oh well). Usually hide's behind Banana's ankle when going out or meeting other's.

• Regresses from 2-3, mostly non-speaking and prefers to write or use sign language as her form of communication. (And because she has a binky in half the time and doesn't want to take it out).

• Doesn't really have any toy's besides some rattle's and jingle's (because of insecurities and because there small and easy to hide) — Banana Cookie is actually planning to get her some toy's and regression stuff for her birthday since she feels bad watching Ice Juggler just sleep all day with nothing to play with because she wants to see her smile. (don't tell her though! It's a surprise!)

• Loves hug's and kisses from Banana Cookie, but will not admit it to save her life. (Banana knows. She gives her lot's of hug's and kisses).

• Enjoys being called "baby", "sweet pea", or "little one". (Call's Banana Cookie "mama", or "nana"—a shortened version of her name, Banana Cookie!)

• Wants to use a pacifier but isn't sure if it would be okay to do that. (Banana Cookie is secretly buying her some pacis!)

• Ice Juggler tends to hide behind Banana Cookie, as she's very shy when regressed —even more so around her boss, (whom she finds very annoying). Banana Cookie's best buddy, Choco the Monkey, also love's to comfort her or be a cuddle buddy.

As a general baseline, Banana Cookie is an enthusiastic, and sometimes over energetic caregiver. Regardless of how much Ice Juggler Cookie sometimes hates all of the smothering affection —she can't help but go back for more. (And part of her doesn't want to stop).

• Enjoys being called "mama" and "mommy"!

• Loves to hold and rock Ice Juggler. Especially when she's upset or sleepy. (She secretly likes it too..)

• Takes Ice Juggler out to the park and restaurants, Ice Juggler really enjoys the quality time, but she won't admit it to herself. Banana Cookie also has a stroller and baby wrap for her!

• Her pet, Banana Lion, acts as a comfort for Ice Juggler. Banana never trained them to do that—and thinks it's SO cute!

• Sometimes she can accidentally overwhelm Ice Juggler with all of her energy since she's quite the sleepy baby, and tries to make up for it.

• Frequently gets Ice Juggler snack's or tiny stuffies—Ice Juggler has to secretly donate or sell some of the plushies or give them to other regressors because she gets so many..(PLEASE don't tell Banana her heart will break in half like a crumble cookie and we aren't sure if she'll recover /lh). Don't worry, though, all of the sold plushies are being put to good use! (And Ice Juggler is making some serious cash).

Momma's Here - A Cookie Run Agere Fic

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CW for the following: Mentioned character death/passing, angst, angst/comfort, hurt/comfort, breakdown's. Has a happy ending. Stay safe little one's!

Cross posted to Ao3: > Link!

“Ice Juggler?” Banana Cookie said, walking into the stage set-up as she pulled back the red curtain. Lately, Ice Juggler had been more distant from her—and she found it to be a cause for concern. She loved Ice Juggler very much, and wanted her to be as happy as she could. She wondered if she was doing enough for her, maybe too many presents?

Meanwhile, Ice Juggler sniffled in the dressing room, holding back her tears. Today had been such an overwhelming day—the pay for working overtime was something that she couldn't pass up, not when her rent was due this month. And Banana Cookie always worked as many hours as she could, sometimes even going so far as to take other's shift's. Not because she needed to, she already made twice as much as Ice Juggler Cookie, an was on the rise to make even more coin's - but because she loved her job.

She wished she had at least a little of that passion inside her. Ice Juggler had always been a pessimist, someone who saw the worst in everything and everyone. And she made sure people knew it, too. She didn't like people, she didn't like her job, and she certainly didn't like herself. Distancing herself from the world was how she coped with all of it, but today - it all came crashing down, literally.

She fell on stage.

It wasn't a serious fall, but it was enough to aider a few gasps of surprise from the audience. Luckily, Banana Cookie managed to play it off as a fake fall, (thank goodness for her sickeningly sweet cheerfulness in that moment). And all had gone smoothly, or so Banana Cookie thought. She was oblivious to what Ice Juggler was feeling in that moment, given she never really was in a good mood, always complaining about something or someone. It was hard to tell.

But today had been a very hard day for Ice Juggler, and not just because of her show failures. Today, she'd gotten a call of a relative passing away—her grandmother, one of the only cookie's she truly enjoyed being around. Her grandma was her light in the darkness, her candle flame, and now she'd been snuffed out by the clutches of death. That morning, she should've called off of work entirely, but was in to much shock to say no. And the people wanted her, and they we're giving her money, and she needed that money.

“Ice Juggler? Are you okay?” Banana Cookie called again, her voice more concerned this time. She was very worried about her friend. Banana Cookie's footsteps got closer to the dressing room, Ice Juggler tried to move or run away. But she couldn't get herself to do it. Part of her just wanted to run into Bananas arm's and forget about everything. She felt so small and fragile, as if she could break at a single touch—

Oh no. She was regressing.

Why now?! Out of all of the things that could've possibly happened, it just had to be this. God, she could never catch a break. Ice Juggler could feel her resolve fading as her mind muddled into that headspace, tears falling from her cheek's and staining her clown costume —and then Banana Cookie opened the door, seeing Ice Juggler crying to herself. Without hesitation, Banana Cookie rushed over. “Ice Juggler..are you okay? Something's wrong. Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked, a warm hand caressing her cheek. Wiping her tears away from her eye's. “I-i don't wanna talk about it right now,” Ice Juggler stammered, sniffling out. She could feel her cheek's flowing red with embarrassment. She just wanted her mama, but she wasn't sure how to ask. “Do you want a hug?” Banana Cookie asked sweetly. Despite Ice Juggler trying to hide her regression, it was quite obvious currently. Especially with her lack of communication. She always spoke her mind, albeit usually not warranted.

“Mhm,” Ice Juggler nodded, her head falling into Bananas arm's. She rubbed her back soothingly, comforting her precious baby. She wanted so badly to take this pain away. “It's okay, mamas here baby,” She candied. “I'm not upset honey—i'd never be.”

Ice Juggler had completely melted in Bananas arm's —her head in the crook of her neck as she was gently hoisted in a supportive carry. Rubbing her back lovingly. Banana Cookie cooed, trying to shush Ice Juggler and make her baby feel better. Ice Juggler eventually calmed down, some yawns coming out of her. “Mama,” Ice Juggler babbled softly, her cheek resting on Bananas shoulder. “Yes baby?” She asked, “Do you love me?” She said quietly.

“Of course, angel. Mama will always love you very much,” She answered, giving a kiss onto Ice Jugglers forehead. “I love you, too” Ice Juggler yawned, her eye's blinking slowly. “Clearly someone needs a nap,” Banana gushed. Ice Juggler shook her head, falling asleep. Banana Cookie Gabe a watm kiss on her babies forehead, getting ready to take her angel home.

Today wasn't such an overwhelming day after all.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run headcanons #cookie run agere #ice juggler cookie #banana cookie #sfw interaction only #agere caregiver #sfw caregiver #a special for my mootie who is always in my asks...also u can spam ask me guy's —i don't mind at all!

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