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babyjakes · 2 years
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useless toys. [blurb.]
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event | stuffies for all
summary | ransom’s a cruel daddy; when he finds you playing with yourself while clutching your favorite stuffed toy, he decides you’ve got all the help you should need right in your arms.
pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader
warnings | oof ouch owwy- filth :’-), mean!daddy!ransom, f masturbation (ransom instructs reader what to do), stuffie riding? is that a thing? it is now, crying, mocking/lots of degradation, name-calling, squirting
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Tears trailing down your cheeks, you whine needily, your fingers rubbing almost uselessly at your puffy folds as Ransom stands cruelly at the foot of the bed, arms crossed in disappointment as he watches you.
“What’s all this crying for now, huh? Isn’t this what you wanted?” the man snaps as he raises his brow expectantly at you, earning a frustrated huff as you shake your head. “No? That’s not what it looked like when I walked in here to find you playing with my pussy, my toy so selfishly, is it?” he tests.
“N-no Daddy, ’m sorry- s-so sorry Daddy,” your voice wobbles as you rub pathetically at your engorged clit, earning a mocking laugh from your daddy as he watches you struggle to get yourself off.
“That’s it, keep rubbing that button, princess. You wanted to be such a slutty little whore all on your own, well go ahead and do it, then. I’m not stopping you.”
“P-please Daddy,” you cry, squeezing your favorite stuffed puppy close to you under one arm as you rub, rub, rub ever so frantically.
“Uh-uh-uh, sweetheart. I don’t wanna hear any of that begging; you did this to yourself. Daddy would’ve gladly helped you if you just would’ve asked, but you’re just a dumb little baby- aren’t you? So fucking stupid, never learned to ask for the things you want.”
Hands coming to a stop over your dripping cunt, you sob in defeat. “So fucking pathetic,” Ransom spits. “Come on, you pathetic fucking whore. You wanted to run the show- well, I wanna watch. You’re not stopping 'til that pussy cums for me.”
“P-please Daddy,” you whimper, rising to your knees, “please make me cum; I’ll be so good- I’ll never touch myself again!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” Ransom dismisses your attempts at swaying him, shaking his head. “Not gonna work, sweetheart. Come on now; I’m getting bored. You were so sure you could do it all by yourself, you and Mr. Spots- then let’s see it, princess. Show me how good that useless stuffed piece of garbage can make you feel.”
Cheeks burning in humiliation, you understand his demand, placing the poor animal between your legs as you rock shamelessly against it, the plush fabric rubbing embarrassingly nicely against your swollen heat. Panting as the friction builds against your burning bundle of nerves, you reach down to part your lips, allowing all your most tender places to rub right up against the slick fur of the now filthied animal. “Fuck, look so fucking desperate, you miserable little slut. Come on, cum on it. Cum for Daddy, that’s it-”
Heaving, your coil snaps, your orgasm drenching the object beneath you as you ride out your high. “There, just like that,” Ransom laughs as your thighs tremble, struggling to keep you upright. “Filthy whore, takes nothing to make you a sobbing mess. Now clean yourself up, sweetheart,” he demands as you float back down gradually from your peak. “You made quite the mess; I think Mr. Spots needs a trip to the dry cleaners.”
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spiderziege · 10 months
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your chance to win a horse! (totally not rigged)
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Hehehe see wut i did in the first one :)))
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kurby-is-here · 9 months
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Can't get enough of the funky pals
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fremd-shaped · 28 days
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Aurora Spriggies Boris the Dragon
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plusie · 7 months
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🌸 • mods fav webkinz !!!
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bulldog-butch · 1 year
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i love you fat femmes. i love you non-binary femmes. i love you sleepy femmes. i love you chronically ill femmes. i love you black femmes. i love you trans femmes. i love you disabled femmes. i love you neurodivergent femmes. i love you transmasc femmes. i love you long nail femmes. i love you short nail femmes. i love you outdoorsy femmes. i love you sex worker femmes. i love you brown femmes. i love you artistic femmes. i love you femmes 💖
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babyjakes · 2 years
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friend making. [blurb.]
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event | stuffies for all
summary | the world’s grumpiest supersoldier makes his first trip to build-a-bear.
pairing | boyfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings | big grumpy & sunshine vibes and we love to see it, it’s been a while since i was in a build a bear so i don’t remember exactly how the process goes, this poor build a bear employee just trying to work for minimum wage having to put up with all these shenanigans
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Doing her best not grimace at Bucky’s unfriendly stare, the peppy blonde teen adorned in her signature blue apron does her best to smile at you and your grouch of a boyfriend from across the bear making station as she holds your shared freshly-stuffed pink frog, telling you almost sheepishly, “Okay, and now that your new friends is all filled with fluff, it’s time for the heart ceremony!”
“The what?” Bucky asks, his perplexion at the whole process only growing with each new step you’re guided through. You don’t blame him; you know he comes from a much different time. When the two of you first arrived at the brightly-themed store, he could barely form words for the first several minutes as he took in his surroundings. “High heels? For teddy bears?” he had asked dumbfoundedly as you had passed the clothing section of the workshop. “Steve was right, the future is crazy.”
“The heart ceremony!” the young girl tries to share a smile as she holds up a small stuffed heart, explaining, “this is your new friend’s heart; we put it in him to make sure he’s full of lots of love to give you!”
“I see,” Bucky says slowly, a look of doubt crossing his face as he accepts the little red item from the girl to hold in his hand.
“Alrighty, let’s just-” Opening up his back stitch slightly, the worker allows Bucky to tuck the heart in amongst the stuffing, giving the froggy a good pat on the back before tying him up securely with his long white threads. “Perfect! And now it’s time for your new friend’s very first hug!”
“Oh great,” Bucky tries not to sound overly exasperated. “I think this part’s your turn, dove,” he chuckles as he allows you to take the stuffed animal from the girl.
“Okay, and now we’re just gonna give our friend a nice big hug to make sure he knows he’s so special and loved!” Smiling widely and giggling a bit as Bucky’s gaze catches yours, you hug the frog, earning a more enthusiastic grin from the girl across the counter. “Very good!” she cheers, looking between the two of you, “Now how about a name for his birth certificate?”
“His birth certificate? I don’t even know if I have one of those,” Bucky admits, watching in awe as the employee pulls up the form on her computer screen. “What’re you thinking, sweetheart? We both know I’m no good at names.”
“How about Princess Pinky Rainbow Sparkles!” you beam proudly, giggling even more as Bucky struggles to suppress his groan.
“What a wonderful name!” the worker chimes in, typing it up in the computer. “Now it’s just time to go pick out some clothes for your new friend, if you’ll follow me this way!”
Leaning in to whisper in your ear as the three of you make your way across the store, Bucky asks a bit timidly, “Hey doll, you think we could pick out the army outfit?” Heart melting a bit at his adorableness, you nod encouragingly. “Thanks,” he mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Stevie’s gonna think it’s super cool.”
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agerefandom · 9 months
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This is your biweekly reminder that there is no wrong way to be into media as a regressor!
If you like scary characters and making fluffy content about them being your caregivers, that's wonderful. They would be so very careful with you!
If you like darker content when you're regressed and scary characters being possessive of you, that's also great! They'll never let you go anywhere without them.
If you need to block all horror content when you're regressed, that is so valid! You're not too sensitive, it's scary stuff and you deserve to be safe and feel good!
If you love to watch gory content and horror shows when you're regressed, that's also valid! Your interests don't have to be what other people expect, and what's safe for you doesn't need to be the same as what's safe for bio kids.
This is true for everyone, but it's important to remember as regressors! This is our safe space and it's important to both keep each other safe by tagging our content, and respecting what other people find comforting.
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omaano · 2 years
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The Mandalorian meets Hades AU Pt2 DinCobb edition now with additional little Mando in the background and full collection of little icons, sigils and keepsakes! (click here for BobaDin version)
Because Din is just so damn ship-able (which makes him an even more fitting player character tbh), and because he'd definitely need to help Cobb get rid of the krayt dragon (Lernie) at the end of the hellscape that's level 2 to even be able to meet Boba (and immediately speedrun charming him to the max by handing over the armour) for the first time. Also because they'd grant some real badass duo boons, I imagine ;D
(Backgrounds are screenshots from my latest playthrough where I failed to position Zagreus properly behind the little sigil to hide him)
Boba WIP - Cobb WIP - Din WIP
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Ideal form
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milf-harrington · 1 year
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my take on transfem eddie, from a little fic that im writing and will hopefully finish
i thought it would be fun if she named herself after a lotr character, but the nickname eddie is a layover from her childhood, bc like. i know two people who have nicknames that are just entirely new names (cassie -> "lucy" + jessica -> "trent") so i thought it would be fun if eddie's mum always called her "eddie spaghetti" when she was a kid and then as she got older "eddie" ended up sticking around, and before she realised she was trans she was always more comfortable using eddie bc it wasn't her birthname (she'd unpack that later)
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stuffy-just-doodles · 4 months
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Cute lil' thing! 😊
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I never thought my first doodles in 2024 were fnf ones.... crazy how this year be like that, huh?
Hey! Just a little thing to add on this i tried drawing a version of turmoil i saw on Twitter and-
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Still a goober, I won't lie-
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sunshinediaz · 6 months
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i’ll bandage up your body and your bones and your bad days too | 5.6k, teen
fill for @badthingshappenbingo—kick them while they are down
“Hey, pretty boy,” he says, softly, and reaches in to wipe off a stray tear and drip of snot.  Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs, thick and nasty, because he knows he’s not pretty right now, red-faced and wild-eyed and wet with tears, wet with snot and spit and sweat and all sorts of other things, but Buck really, truly, thinks so. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t.  “Hi.”  Buck’s smile widens. “Wanna scoot over and let me in?” he asks, ducking down so he can meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie nods and scrambles to move, sliding over just enough for Buck to squeeze in and then slumping against his wide chest. Buck shuts the door, wraps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, and kisses his forehead. He smells like smoke and Hen’s fruity lotion. “You’re burning up, baby.”  Eddie nods, hiccups, and says nothing.  Buck brings his other arm around to hold Eddie closer, tighter. “You said you were feeling better,” he says, whispery-soft, as he combs Eddie’s damp hair off his forehead. “Why’d you lie to me?”  “I didn’t want you to worry.”  “Why do you think I’d worry?”  “‘Cause I’m having a bad day,” Eddie answers, shrugging, and nestles in further, like he can crawl inside Buck’s body and spread himself out along Buck’s bones, where he’s warm and wet and welcome, forever and always. “‘Cause I have a cold and everything hurts and nothing feels good except—except this. Except you.”  The tension in Eddie’s body sweeps out as quick as it came, leaving him boneless and unsecured and held in Buck’s arms, against Buck’s big chest and even bigger heart where he belongs, where he was born to be. It’s the one place that’s his and nobody else’s, ever again.  A tear falls, hot like fire, and he snuffles, wiping his face across Buck’s t-shirt.
read the rest on ao3
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it might have been the plague after all, possibly? Possibly not, but things really do not smell right at the moment. also I cannot smell the autumn leaves outside, hardly at all.
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