#plastic toys band

[dancemusicformiserablegoths]

Karmic Jera - circa 2001

[sickly-sapphic]

anxious autistically packs the most prepared bag in the world for an outing

[athenaholmesartistsguild]

Was just reminded of Woody's 'restoration' scene in Toy Story 2 and how much it captivated me as a kid.

Like. I love this guy's tool box that has all these panels that flip out and how it carries everything he could ever need.

How he polishes Woody's eyes so they're shiny again. The airbrushing on his head and cheeks to give him some color back

and then that one brush stroke to completely cover up Andy's name on the bottom of Woody's boot. Like it's depressing? But so fucking satisfying.

And can we talk about the absolutely perfect music and sound design????

It's no wonder I grew up to customize dolls. Toy Story 2 was feeding me propaganda since I was a tot.

[hoshiros]

—✯ KNEE SOCKS

AM Masterlist

cw. 18+ mdni. afab!reader, phone/video sex, established relationship, lingerie, masturbation, HAPPY SAE DAY

"Three."

ITOSHI SAE watches both in fascination and bitter pride as you choke on your own spit. Your nail slowly taps against the side of the vibrator, clicking in the microphone.

Sae clicks his tongue impatiently when you pout at him through the camera, glaring at his stupidly handsome face. "At least let me catch my breath," you glower, burrowing your head against the pillow beneath your cheek.

"Stop stalling. Three."

"Wait—"

"You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

You seem to contemplate his words for a moment, casting him a shy, tentative glance before you shake your head. The silky lingerie hugging your body slips when you adjust yourself, and Sae can't help the way his eyes gravitate toward the extra flesh spilling over the edge of your thigh-highs.

He grunts, giving himself a squeeze through his sweats at the show. You hesitantly increase the speed of the vibe to three and sputter, pulling it away from your clit in surprise before slowly drawing it against you again.

Some people would think that Sae's favourite view is a vast green pitch crawling with talent. Others would think that it's the sea, wide and sparkling under the sun.

All those idiots are wrong.

His favourite view would always be you on your knees, fists pulled tight around whatever you can grab, face pushed down—helpless and wanting him more than anything in the world. Nothing makes his blood boil hotter.

"Wish you were—" your words tumble into nonsense, high-pitched babbles and whines until the toy slips a little, giving you a chance to speak. "Wish you were here."

"Yeah? Greedy girl, can't get enough, hm?"

"S’not as good without you," you sniffle, feet kicking up and down. They thud softly against the mattress as you writhe, forcing yourself to look at the camera.

The thing Sae hates the most about Spain is that he's confined to a video chat. His fingers twitch, instinctively wanting to reach out to grab you by the hips and give you that little extra help he knows you need.

"I know you can do it," he croons, and through the video you can see his head tilt to the side almost mockingly. "Or do you need me to fuck you that bad?"

You hiccup and shake your head again, pulling your knees closer to your body and angling yourself better for him to see. He almost smiles at the sight—that constant determination he adores so much about you.

The new angle makes you breathless, face turning into the pillow as you gasp and squeal. Sae was more careful with his ministrations than you were with this stupid piece of plastic. 

"That's it," he presses, hips jutting against the fabric of his own pants to try and find some friction. "So pretty."

You cry and cry and cry, voice breaking the longer play with yourself. "Sae," you pant, muffled by the pillow. "Sae... Wanna cum, please? Can I?"

He hums low, agonizingly indecisive. Then, finally,

"Go on."

It only takes a few seconds before you sob, feet kicking again while you cum. Sae is about to laugh when you shake so hard the propped-up phone almost topples over. It gets caught in his throat when you pull the toy away and he can see the slick glistening down its side in the light.

Sae is transfixed. His fingers slip past the elastic of his waist band before he can stop himself and he lets out the tiniest of groans when he squeezes his length proper.

Sticky cum coats his thumb when he swipes over the tip with it, but it's not enough. He needs more. He'd always need more of you—maybe even more than you needed him.

He would never admit that to you, though.

"Again."

[cheralith]

PLEASE MORE OF CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND KAISER 🙏🙏

childhood bestfriend!kaiser who, at age nine, manages to find a spare coin on the ground and decides, for the fun of it, to use it on a nearby capsule machine as he waits for you to finish up inside the convenience store. it contains mini capsules of what seems to be cheap jewelry, and though kaiser cannot be bothered to wear any himself, he decides for the fun of it to just give it a spin since the other machines don't seem worth his money.

he ends up with what looks like a cheap nickel ring with a plastic deep blue gem glued onto its little divot. it's... actually not bad for something so cheap, but it's still cheap enough to notice some flawed intricacies and some irregularities in its pattern surrounding the band of the ring. he attempts to try it on some of his fingers, but it refuses to budge past half of most of them.

you manage to finally finish up paying for your stuff at the register, meeting him outside where you find him squatting down in front of a couple of capsule machines arranging from some quick candy to disposable toys. he holds something shiny between his two fingers as he examines it closely, his concentration on the item making you giggle lightly. that's when he notices you and you ask him what he's holding as you shuffle up next to him.

"a ring," he states simply, letting you hold it between your fingers to let you analyze the toy. "i think it's a little small for me though."

you hum lightly before gently trying it on your left ring finger. to yours and kaiser's mild surprise, it fits quite snugly. "hey, look at that!"

you show off your hand to him, where the ocean blue gem glimmers along the silver band. kaiser stares at it for a minute, taking a liking to how well it goes together with your hand—like it's meant to be there.

he tucks his head away from you, the tips of his ears blushing a light pink. quietly, he mumbles, "... you can have it, then... if you want."

"really?!" you exclaim, clearly delighted. you grin widely, clenching and unclenching your fist when he nods shyly again in affirmation.

he watches you from the corner of his eye, witnessing you glimmer in admiration at the cheap ring, as if it was an actually well-crafted piece made with love and care and thought and not some mass-produced, cheap toy that would most likely break in a couple of days.

so it's surprising how long the little toy has lasted after all these years. there eventually came an age where it could no longer fit any of your fingers without it getting stuck, so you had opted for creating it into a necklace with a matching silver chain. when you had proudly showed off your creation to kaiser at age twelve, his lips purse in bashfulness fronted as confusion. he knew you had worn it for quite a while after he gave it to you, given how he always would steal a glance at your hand to see if you were still wearing it, but to see you go to a length to preserve such a small gift made kaiser feel like he was on top of the world.

you wore the simple necklace for a long time—essentially every day and never took it off unless you were showering or going to bed. even despite the strict "no jewelry" rule at your school, you always had tucked it inside your shirt in secret, feeling like you were carrying a piece of kaiser every where you went since you and him went to different schools (what institution he went to, you didn't know. every time you asked him what school to see if it sounded familiar, he'd just simply reply, "school.")

so when kaiser disappeared from your life for three years, after he had gotten arrested at thirteen for apparently robbing a store (you would shout at the others who rumored about the subject that he'd do no such thing), the piece of metal felt heavier around your neck at times. it felt sore at times, but you still insisted on wearing it every day in hopes that he'd still be somewhere nearby, waiting for you to hand him spare pieces of your dad's bread rolls behind his bakery.

you'd fiddle with it at times while waiting at his bus stop, while you waited on the swings at the nearby park, while you sat on the stairs of your father's bakery... just waiting in hopes of seeing a familiar blonde to hopefully appear before you. you don't know how much time you had wasted in the first year and a half attempting to continue a routine that you didn't know ended without your knowledge... just simply waiting and staring into the open distance while your fingers fiddled with the toy ring strung around your neck.

you stopped waiting for the figment of someone you used to know after the seventeenth month. winter was upon you now and you knew it was getting harder to withstand the chilled air as you waited, waited, and waited. as you swung lightly on the swings that you and kaiser used to eat too much candy with bought with your dad's spare cash, you eventually let the sugar dissolve on your tongue one last time before heading home as the snow began to fall.

you were eighteen, visiting home from the big city on a holiday weekend when you saw him for the first time in years. just shy of the end of your first semester at university, you saw a familiar head of blonde (with now blue tips) hair descending down to the shared tunnel of the subway, face just barely visible from the scarf he wore. you were on the opposite side and had just gotten off at the same platform, and the whiplash you had given yourself at the moment to double check if the person wrapped in a dark blue scarf was actually someone that had disappeared from your life years ago was truly there could've snapped your neck.

suitcase trailing behind you, you had forgotten all about your connecting train and swiftly trailed down the stairs in desperation to see a familiar face you yearned to see for the past few years. you probably looked like a psychopath, but you didn't care, not when you spotted the familiar choppy locks of white gold just a few meters away.

when you called out his name, you proved yourself right given how the figure in front of you freezes when you shout his last name.

kaiser remembers stiffening up at the sound of a melody all too familiar to him just before he transferred through the turnstile to the other station. he slowly turned around to see a face he had spent a good portion of the beginning of his life around, a face that unlike most people in his life, he didn't dread to see with a flow of contempt. but he still felt the apprehension fill his nerves, similar in the way that it did just before a big match.

and it felt nearly impossible to control such a feeling—especially when he spots the shrewd ring still hanging around your neck on a thin, silver chain, its dark plastic gem still glistening at him with a knowing wink in its glimmer.

a/n ; some more of childhood bestfriend!kaiser here, here, and here (yandere warning for the last one). comments and reblogs always noticed and endlessly appreciated :]

[gloomwitchwrites]

For Long Distance Fun - John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: established relationship, mutual masturbation, gift giving, sex toys, oral sex (male & female receiving), vibrator, swearing

Word Count: 820

A/N: For Kinkmas 2024 (Mutual Masturbation)

For Christmas, John bought the two of you a new sex toy. He wants to try it out.

ao3 // main masterlist // kinkmas 2024 masterlist

"What—" You laugh softly, and then glance up at John. "What is this?"

Inside the unwrapped gift is a pink and white box. The label is clear. There is no mistake or denial of what this is, but you’re startled by the gesture. This isn’t something you thought John was interested in.

“It’s for the both of us,” replies John. He shifts, scooting closer to you on the sofa. “Interested in trying it out?”

“Right now?” He nods. “Right here?” you continue, glancing around at your living room.

Gently taking the box from your lap, John transfers it to his.

Long Distance Relationship Sex Toy, says the box. The vibrator for the woman is called “Eve” and the male counterpart is called “Adam.”

“Why not,” shrugs John, removing the pink and white box from its packaging.

Breaking the seal, John delicately removes the toys and the instruction manual. The light on the Christmas tree sparkle against the plastic as he sets it aside.

“Thought we could use these when I’m away,” says John, opening up the user manual. “See here.” He points. “They connect to an app on our phones. We can use them simultaneously even if I’m on the other side of the world.”

John lifts the Adam toy. “I fuck this.” He then lifts the Eve toy. “And this fucks you.” He smirks. “We can play at the same time.”

“Across the world?” you ask, unbelieving.

“All I need is bluetooth and a couple bars of service, love.”

You shake your head. “You can’t take that on missions.”

John laughs. “Course not. You think I’m going to take this out during a firefight?”

“Maybe,” you shrug, teasing.

“Certainly would startle the enemy,” chuckles John. “But in all seriousness, it doesn’t have to be at the same time.”

“I don’t understand.”

John’s brow creases, and there is a mischievous hunger that wasn’t there before. “I can fuck this on my own time,” he replies, lifting the Adam toy. “Record the whole thing on the app. And then when you log in, you can have your toy vibrate along to what I recorded. Doesn’t have to be at the same time.”

With his free hand, John starts to undo the buttons on your pajama top, revealing skin. His hand slides inside, cupping one breast as his mouth presses to your throat. You groan at his touch.

“Want to have a go, love?” he murmurs against your throat.

His lips against your skin make you tingle—sending a little shiver down your back. Gently squeezing your breast, John’s hand descends to toy with the elastic of your pants.

“I’d like that,” you answer, your response breathy and wanton.

John’s hand slides under the elastic band and tugs. Shifting, he places the box on the sofa and goes down on his knees before you. With another tug, your pants are gone and John is draping your legs over his shoulder.

“Follow the instructions while I prep you, love.”

Heat instantly radiates up your neck and enflames your face. You grab your phone the moment John’s tongue touches your clit. It’s hard to concentrate as he tongues you. The words on the instruction manual are blurring together with every stroke.

“I—oh. John.” He hums against your pussy. “It’s done,” you gasp.

He draws back, lips glossy. Reaching behind him, John removes his shirt with one hand. As he stands, John shoves his pants down, the two of you falling onto the couch completely naked and entwined.

John reaches for his phone the second you take his dick in your hand. You’re aching for this, and getting to taste him for a bit is perfectly satisfying. As you throat him, John taps away at his phone. He’s hard, almost throbbing in your mouth by the time he’s drawing your head back.

“Come here,” he growls. You ascend, draping yourself over him. “Open your legs, love. Just like that.” Holding the Eve toy in his hand, he guides it to your pussy, pushing the head of the rabbit vibrator in.

“Take it,” he rasps, and you grab on to the handle. John takes up the Adam toy, easing his dick in. “Ready, love?”

You nod and John thrusts.

The rabbit vibrator moves inside you, and you cry out immediately at the shock of sensation.

“Don’t move. Stay just like that,” he groans against your cheek, hips thrusting into the toy. “Fuck. I can feel you.”

You whimper, walls clenching around the vibrator as it buzzes along with John’s movements. It’s almost too much too fast. John’s grunts aren’t helping nor is his heat. Turning your face into his chest, you cry out his name, the orgasm rising fast, extending outward until it’s all you can focus on.

It’s unending rocket fuel that’s sending you up to the stars.

“I can fucking feel you,” he says again, this time groaning loudly, indicating his own end.

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[tetsuissohot]

JJK MEN as DADS - fluff drabble

☆summary. fluff moment between jjk men and their kids - each character as a different scenario.

☆warning/tags: fem!reader, teeth rotting fluff, jjk men as dads

☆word count: 1.3k

☆a/n: I had so much fun writing this cute drabble! I hope you can awwww like I did!

Nanami Kento | Gojo Satoru | Toji Fushiguro | Geto Suguro | Choso Kamo | Shiu Kong

The Unbeatable Claw Machine Champion... or Not

The brightly lit arcade buzzed with energy, kids running around with excitement. Gojo stood in front of the claw machine, eyes narrowed with concentration. His son was bouncing beside him, eyes wide and filled with hope as he pointed at the cute panda plushy inside.

“Alright, watch the master at work,” Gojo said, cracking his knuckles dramatically.

His son giggled, clutching his favorite toy—a tiny batman plushy . The claw descended slowly, aimed perfectly for the panda, but just as it was about to grab it, the claw slipped, and the plushy tumbled back into the pile.

“Darn it!” Gojo exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “This thing’s rigged!”

His son tugged on his sleeve. “It’s okay, Dad! You can try again!”

Gojo puffed out his chest, determined now more than ever. “I won’t give up! My honor is on the line!”

Five attempts later, Gojo had spent an embarrassing amount of money and still hadn’t won the plushy. His son was laughing now, clutching his sides as Gojo groaned in defeat.

“I swear I could exorcise curses, but I can’t win a simple claw game,” Gojo muttered, shaking his head.

His son grinned, tugging on his sleeve again. “It’s okay, Daddy. You’re still the best!”

Gojo couldn’t help but smile at that. “Alright, but next time, that panda is mine.”

Daddy’s Little Helper

It was a quiet, early morning, the sun barely peeking through the curtains. Nanami sat on the edge of the bed, his tie draped loosely around his neck, waiting patiently as his daughter, a serious expression on her face, stood in front of him. She was determined to tie it properly, her little fingers fumbling with the knot as she tried to remember the steps he’d shown her.

“Over... under... then around, right, Daddy?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Nanami chuckled softly, resisting the urge to fix the tie himself. He adored these little moments—her small hands trying to help him get ready for work. “That’s right, but remember to pull it tight here.” He pointed at the knot gently.

After a few more seconds of struggle, she stepped back, triumphant. The tie was crooked, the knot slightly uneven, but she beamed up at him, proud of her work. Nanami looked down at her, his heart melting at the sight of her toothy grin.

“How do I look?” he asked, adjusting the tie slightly but leaving her knot mostly intact.

“You look perfect!” she said, bouncing on her feet, her happiness contagious.

He crouched down to her level and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll wear it just like this today.”

Dr. Megumi to the Rescue

Toji lounged on the couch, an amused smirk on his face as he watched little Megumi waddle over. The boy was wearing one of Toji’s oversized button-up shirts, the fabric hanging off him like a giant lab coat. He had a plastic stethoscope draped around his neck, and a toy doctor’s kit in one hand.

“I’m Doctor Megumi,” he declared, his face serious as he climbed onto the couch beside his dad. “I’m gonna fix your boo-boo.”

Toji raised an eyebrow, leaning back as Megumi got to work. “Oh yeah? Gonna fix me up, huh? How are you gonna do that, Doc?”

Megumi frowned in concentration, gently poking at the scar on Toji’s lip. “First, I gotta check if it hurts.”

Toji played along, letting out a fake groan. “Ouch, yeah, definitely hurts.”

Megumi nodded, taking this very seriously. He grabbed a band-aid from his kit and awkwardly pressed it onto his dad’s lip, the bandage far too big and covering half of Toji’s mouth.

“There. All better!” Megumi said proudly, climbing off the couch to admire his work.

Toji looked at his son, the band-aid dangling off his lip, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re pretty good at this, Doc. Think I’m gonna be okay now?”

Megumi gave a firm nod. “Yup! But you gotta keep the band-aid on forever.”

“Forever, huh?” Toji ruffled his son’s hair. “Alright, if the doctor says so.”

Braids and Giggles

Suguru sat on the floor, his back against the couch as his little girl stood behind him, combing through his long hair with wide, curious eyes. Her fingers twisted the strands in every direction, her tiny hands moving in random patterns as she tried her hardest to braid it.

“Are you sure this is gonna look good, sweetie?” Suguru asked, his lips quirking up in a soft smile.

“Yep! I’m almost done, Daddy! You’re gonna look soooo pretty!” she said, her voice full of excitement.

Suguru chuckled, sitting patiently as she continued to twist and tangle his hair. A few moments later, she clapped her hands together, signaling she was finished. “Okay! Done!”

Suguru reached up, feeling the lopsided, uneven braid she had made. Some pieces were sticking out, others were barely in the braid at all, but her eyes were sparkling with pride.

He turned to her with a warm smile. “What do you think? Do I look pretty now?”

His daughter nodded enthusiastically. “The prettiest!”

Suguru chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Then I guess I’m ready for the day. Thanks, sweetheart.”

Choso sat on the floor in front of the mirror, his lips painted bright pink, his eyeshadow a chaotic mix of colors that his daughter had lovingly applied. She was concentrating, brushing his hair with a little comb while humming to herself.

The Sparkliest Runway Star

“You’re almost ready for the runway, Daddy!” she announced proudly, pulling out a sparkly headband and placing it on his head.

Choso smiled softly, watching her work with so much joy. “You think Mom’s going to be impressed?”

His daughter beamed, nodding excitedly. “She’s gonna love it! You’re gonna look like a princess!”

Choso chuckled at that, glancing at his reflection. He certainly didn’t look like a fierce curse user anymore. Instead, he looked like a very sparkly, dolled-up dad. But seeing how happy it made his daughter, he didn’t mind one bit.

“Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go show Mom,” Choso said, standing up and offering her his hand.

They walked together, hand-in-hand, to find Y/N. As soon as they entered the room, Y/N burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand as she took in the sight of Choso in full makeup and glitter.

“Oh wow, look at you two,” she said, grinning.

Choso gave a mock-serious pose. “What do you think? Do I have a future in runway modeling?”

Their daughter clapped her hands, bouncing on her feet. “He looks like a princess, right, Mom?”

Y/N nodded, laughing. “The most beautiful princess.”

The Nerf Ambush Gone Wrong

Shiu and his son were in the middle of an intense Nerf battle, ducking behind makeshift forts of pillows and couches. Both were armed, giggling as they took aim at each other. Shiu peeked around the corner, ready to fire, when suddenly—

Thwack!

“Ah!” came a voice from the hallway.

Both froze. The Nerf darts had gone rogue and hit you, who had been peacefully carrying a laundry basket. You stood there, eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed.

Shiu immediately dropped his Nerf gun, hands up in surrender. “It was an accident, I swear!”

Your son giggled nervously. “Sorry, Mommy!”

You just shook your head, grinning. "Now, help me pick up these darts."

You sighed dramatically, placing the laundry down and shaking your head, pretending to be serious. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to play...”

Without warning, you snatched up one of the extra Nerf guns from the couch and shot both of them with a perfect aim. Shiu stumbled back, clutching his chest in mock pain. “Oh no, she’s too powerful!” he said, collapsing onto the floor dramatically.

Your son immediately joined in on the fun, laughing as he ran to hide behind you, the tide of the battle turning in your favor.

Shiu stayed on the ground, dramatically pretending to be defeated. “Looks like you’ve won, but this isn’t over...”

MASTERLIST

[urhoneycombwitch]

foreword: just a lil roommate!eddie x reader blurb loosely based on this anon. lead up to phone sex, +18 mdni as always

wc: 600

___

The plastic of your landline phone has warmed to the temperature of your cheek, and your limbs feel heavy under the weight of your quilt. On the other end of the line, Eddie sighs in similar repose, six states away.

“Gareth still snores, for the record. Not even the van’s engine can drown him out.” He’s lamenting over missing you as a roommate, telling you all the worst parts of sharing small vehicle spaces and shitty motel rooms with a bunch of boys.

Corroded Coffin still has four more stops on their tour, and Eddie’s finding the traveling life of an independent artist nigh unbearable.

You hum, mock sympathetic. “Poor you. Would hate to be drowning in a pool of groupies and drinking myself blind every night.”

“Shut up,” Eddie laughs, goodnaturedly. There’s a rustling on the other end, as if he’s lying down to get more comfortable. “You know you’re my only groupie. And besides, the boys went out in their cups tonight, not me. I’m by my lonesome in the room right now.”

You can picture him clearly in your mind’s eye, stretched face-up on the mattress, band tee riding up to reveal the dark happy trail you’ve caught glimpses of before. Saliva pools in your mouth; you have to swallow before responding. “Wow. Refused a wild night on the town just to call me?”

“Sweetheart, don’t act like you don’t know you’re my favorite person to spend time with.”

The sincerity in his voice makes you squirm. Feeling suddenly too hot and restless underneath the covers, you shove them down past your hips for some air flow. “I’m flattered. Bet you say that to all the fans, just to get in their pants.”

“Nah. Just you. And besides, it’s working, isn’t it?” Eddie’s voice gets gravelly. There’s the distinct sound of jeans getting unzipped, then faded rustling. A sharp, quick inhale, then- “What are you wearing?”

A laugh bubbles out of you, humorous even while you scold, “Perv.” Your fingers toy with the lace band of your underwear, giving it a snap you hope is audible. “You really need sex that bad, you’re calling it in?”

“S’different with you.”

Eddie’s fucking up the routine. It’s supposed to go like this, when he’s gone- he waits a few days to call, then when he does, you both keep up the pretense of regularity with the usual bickering. And then it devolves into phone sex.

He’s not supposed to bring up how much he misses you, and he’s certainly not supposed to say, out loud, that you’re different than the rest.

Your fingers are frozen on the soft plane of your stomach, heart thumping wildly in your throat.

Eddie must realize his mistake, the ice where he’s skated out past undefined boundaries spiderwebbing cracks. He retracts, lies flat again, a smooth recovery in the form of an appeasing sigh before saying, “Sorry. Just miss you. Gonna tell me what you’re wearing or am I gonna have to use my imagination?”

“God forbid.” Relief floods your system, fingers gliding easily underneath the line of your panties with the safety of familiarity. “You’ve probably got me in fishnets and heels. Hate to burst your skeevy bubble, but I haven’t done laundry in a week. I’m in an old t-shirt and plain Jane undies.”

Eddie makes a soft, seeking noise that makes the heartbeat between your legs pulse. “For the record, I was imagining you naked, but this works, too.”

“Y’gonna come back soon and do my laundry?” It’s getting harder to speak, breathy little whines intermixed, pad of your finger collecting the arousal seeping from your core to drag it upwards. “Always do it better’n me.”

“Oh, yeah.” In answer to your own noises, there’s the wet sound of Eddie’s fist around his cock, moving in steady rhythm. “Next week and I’m yours, babe. I’ll use the good stuff. Fabric softener. You name it-”

“Fuck.” It’s searingly domestic dirty talk. You’ll be coming undone in minutes and he goddamn knows it. Your finger swirls, breath catching again, and Eddie coos encouragement down the line.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re all I wanna hear.”

[gil-notskajla]

Młoda ogrywa ochroniarza w karty. (na kasę) (typ zapomniał jak sie gra po reboocie) (jest bezlitosna) | twt | ko-fi

fanfic inspired by this by my talented moot!!! 🥺

we dont have any examples of braytech security outfit ive made quick design for cayde. Completely dark one seemed bit too gloomy and hostile so i added some red and white from symbols concept art. Braytech symbols make it clear he is affiliated with corp and ishtar band signifies his job at protecting sundaresh in particular. And in his pocket is bray id card.

For micah i made hoodie based on penguin outer shell. Those toys are like matryoshka with plushie actually being inside the plastic so if micah took mishaylova with her for comfort it would make sense penguin would be "peeled". Way more huggable than a plastic statue.

The cards they play have backs with what i wanted to slightly resemble ace of spades (gun) decorative lines.

Also i wanted to make it clear its Eventide in some way so i took some screens of Exoscience. I like Operator symbol and it's halo makes it look divine so i put it on micah's side as she is a Dreamer. And jupiter for cayde cuz i fckin love jupiter in the bg raaaahh!!!! its so awesome. Couch is stolen from neomuna tho, lol. We dont have any access to civilian areas on europa but since its golden age there shouldnt be much difference. Couch is a couch!!

[honeykaes]

—𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬

✦ pairing: heizou x reader

✦ w/c: 3.1k

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, roommate au!, modern au!, masturbation, toys, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, edging, creampie, roommates to lovers, unedited

✦ synopsis: after trying to relieve yourself, your vibrator ends up dying. frustrated, you throw it against the wall, all while your roommate, heizou investigates what made the noise.

Your bedroom was dark, curtains drawn forward concealing the star-lit sky and the moon rising above. Your eyes strained themselves on the bright light of your laptop, scrolling on random social media sites to catch up with the latest trends and your friends.

You clicked your tongue, pressing your thighs together feeling a slow burn beginning to rumble below. 

You shut your laptop close, letting the darkness finally overtake your room before placing it beneath your bed. You lay back down to your soft sheets, letting your hands slowly guide down along your exposed stomach and navel. You shivered traveling further down as you dipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts. A soft sigh escaped from your lips letting your finger graze along your clothed slit. You finally let your finger wander beneath the band of your underwear.

The pad of your finger flattened on your swollen clit guiding it along in tight circles. You let another moan out feeling the slick beginning together on your finger, applying more pressure to satiate the yearning throbbing on the bundle of nerves. Your other hand drifts up under your shirt as your thumbs graze the sensitive buds of your nipples.

“Mmmm,” you murmured, as you slid two fingers inside of you—lazily pumping them as you curled your fingers upward. Your body felt hot, both in its haze of desire and from the summer heat trying to cool down from the rays hours before. As you squeezed on your chest once more another moan echoed in your small room, fingers headed back to toy with your clit. Slick clung onto your panties and smeared on your inner thighs before you shimmied the articles of clothing on your lower half off and threw them across the room. 

You guided your fingers out of your drooling hole, leaning slightly up to open the drawer of your bedside cabinet. Quickly feeling around, you wove your hands on the familiar shape taking it out of the drawer and closing it and throwing your shirt on the ground.

You pressed your thighs together again as you finger pressed down on a familiar button. A loud buzzing rang out as the tip began to vibrate and pulsate with the mechanical desire to suck on your clit. You descended the toy downwards trying to adjust the tip to flutter the most where you were throbbing. You yelped as a smile crept its way to your face, grinding and gyrating your hips to the ruthless resound of your vibrator. 

Just as you shifted your head, eyes shut closed as you were losing yourself to your fantasy, letting your high build closer and closer to sweet release—the vibrations stopped. Your eyes snapped back, opened narrowing as you lifted the blankets to try to get a better look. The light that usually was on the toy was off. Did your finger accidentally press down on the button?

“What the fuck…” you murmured. As you held the button down, eager for it to start its ministrations again, the toy did not turn back on. You grunted, eyes furrowed as you tried again and again but the machine refused to awaken. Anger quickly spread throughout your body, frustrated at the lack of satisfaction.

“I just charged you yesterday! Did this shit die?! It was $70 fucking dollars!!” you yelled out, trying again and again to get the toy to turn back on.

“Piece of shit! What was the point of spending all that money then,” you yelled out, lifting your upper half up and shaking the plastic mold before throwing it on the wall with a large bang. You stood there silently with wide eyes in the area you threw your vibrator at—the wall you so happen to share with your roommate.

You and Heizou have been roommates for the last year. You weren’t sure what to make with the guy when he first strolled in to take the room of your last roommate. His cocky smile, the amusement and mischief that twinkled in his hazel eyes—you did have to admit he was pretty on the eyes. At first you two managed life without taking much of each other, besides basic information; he was single, he was getting his P.h.D in Criminal Psychology, he had a bad habit of leaving his cups beside the sink then putting them into the sink.

Yet, as most relationships go, you slowly opened up to each other and became friends. The two of you would have movie nights every other weekend. You two went grocery shopping every Sunday together. He’d always leave your favorite morning drink before you headed off to work in the morning. The two of you were even talking about going on vacation together after he completes his summer course.

You couldn’t deny that you had developed a slight attraction to the shorter male—it was hard not to after experiencing such domestic bliss with one another. Nights leaning against his chest on the couch watching whatever stupid documentary he decided to put on, your eyes always gazed up at him scrolling on his phone. 

Did he have a partner? Did he have an attraction to you? Did he want to be more than friends? Did he want a relationship with you?

These questions always made you anxious, as you shook your head and pushed them away. 

Ignorance is bliss, right?

A knock at your door snapped you away from your thoughts as your body jumped from the sudden noise. You sighed, worst fears coming true. You slip up your soiled panties and shorts, cringing at the wetness beginning to pool further down your thighs.

“Give me a sec,” you yelled to Heizou behind the door. You lifted your body up, turning the lights on as you blinked your eyes trying to adjust to it. You grabbed your robe covering your top half. You walk to the door, seeing Heizou leaning on the side of the frame. His eyebrows were quirked up in slight confusion and amusement; maroon hair usually fashioned in a low ponytail was fully down and resting just below his shoulders.

“You good? You drop something or fell?” He asked. Your face grew hotter as you drifted your eyes away from Heizou and to the wall behind him—your embarrassment refused to make eye contact.

“Y-Yeah. I dropped my laptop being dumb. Sorry if I woke you up,” you replied. Heizou doesn’t say anything, opting to narrow his eyes at you and crossing his arms.

“Uh huh…is that it?” he trailed on. You snapped your eyes back to him only to see his attention wasn’t focused solely on you, but his eyes lingered on something behind you on the floor.  You turned around, seeing your vibrator right there in the direction you threw it at as you cringed at yourself for not picking it up before opening the door.

“You know, an easy tell to know if someone is lying is if they can’t make eye contact with you. Doesn’t help that your vibrator isn’t exactly the quietest thing in the world,” he hummed. You cover your hands in your face, babbling apology after apology. He must have heard you even before you threw the stupid thing. You’ve had that thing for months! 

A soft laughter fills the room as he shakes his head with a smile. 

“Hey, it’s no worries. I wasn’t gonna say anything at all. I get it. When you’re horny, you’re horny,” he replied with a shrug. You let out a shaky sigh, eyes avoiding him once more in shame. 

“Yeah…my vibrator died when I was, well…close. In my horny frustration with the damn thing, I chucked it not realizing what I was doing until it was too late,” you admitted with a frown. Heizou's snickering turned into full-blown laughter after hearing your reply. Your face burned seeing your housemate grab his stomach as heaps of laughter left his lips.

“You were—hahahahaha!” he stammered out. You pout your lips, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Shut up! It was a single lapse of judgment! I’m sure you had your moments!” you barked back. Heizou soon got his laughter taken care of, wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye.

“My moments? Hah, I guess you can count that as now,” he softly chuckled. You lifted your eyebrows up in confusion, as you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by that. Heizou merely flashed you that smug smirk, leaning back onto the door frame.

“How about I help you with your problem then?” Heizou suggested. Your eyes widened, feeling your body tremble at his proposition.

“I—What?! Why?! What do you want out of this?!” you questioned. Heizou sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His smug persona seemed to have melted momentarily, his pale cheeks brushed with a rosy hue.

“I’m pretty hard right now myself. So, win-win situation, right?” he stated. You nibble at your lips, pressing your thighs together feeling your lower half burn in newfound desire. He was literally offering himself to you right now, even if this wouldn’t bloom into something you’d at least have this, right?

“Okay,” you sighed. “I’m in.”

Heizou’s lips curled up in a smile only to lean in, smacking themselves on yours. You moaned into the kiss, hands wandering on his body as you two fell onto the bed. He slowly unties the knot of your robe, clicking his tongue in satisfaction—drinking up your nude upper half. His hands cup over your chest, squeezing the mounds as if to greet them before letting his hand travel to the waistbands of your shorts. Heizou eagerly dips his hand beneath your underwear, watching translucent strings of your slick connect to both of your thighs and the dark pool developed on the fabric.

“Damn you’re soaking. If I was in your state, I just might’ve done the same,” he cooed. He connected his thumb with your clit, flicking it at an eager pace as he hears you whine. You grind into his fingers abusing your clit, letting yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

“M’close Heizou. Just a little more,” you whined. Just as he presses slightly harder and your moans begin to get louder, Heizou clicks his tongue and stops. You lift your head up, eyebrow furrowed, gazing at him in confusion. He merely rolls his eyes, lapping his slick-covered thumb to his mouth.

“I never agreed to let you cum quickly. I want to enjoy this to the fullest now that I have you like this,” he murmured, lifting his shirt off. You groan, pounding your fist against the soft cushion on your mattress only to gasp as Heizou’s hands made way to the waistband of your shorts. He slowly slid the articles of clothing down your legs, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

His hands soon find themselves on your plush thighs, spreading you wide—bare cunt finally greeting him. A grin had found its way on his lips as he pressed a finger down on one of your folds, spreading your hole wider for him to admire.  His other hand goes towards his groin, cupping the bulge poking out from his joggers. He lets out a soft moan, squeezing his clothed cock in his grasp. 

His hand dipped into his joggers before squeezing his member. As he gives his cock a few pumps, he slowly leans in eyeing your twitching hole—finger still spreading you wide. Heizou darts his tongue out, inching closer to your clit. As the appendage finally connects with the small nub, you could feel the vibrations from his moans reverberating through it.

His tongue swirls along the sides of the mound before flatting the base and pressing down hard. He then nips it causing your body to jolt. Heizou lets his tongue flick rapidly after eventually sucking ever so lightly. Your hands weave themselves through his hair as he feels you pushing him further into your crotch lost in your own pleasure.You can feel him lapping up your juices leaking out of you like a man, starved—lewd,wet noises echoing throughout the room. 

He continues to pump his cock, sucking harder on your clit. He can hear your voice beginning to raise octaves, your cunt spasming and your thighs beginning to cave into his head. Just as he hears you call his name, Heizou leans away once more with a smirk on his face, lower half glistening from your arousal. 

“Fuck you Heizou! Stop being so cruel!” you whine once more, hearing him chuckle.

“Aww, you treat people doing you a favor so harshly,” he teased. Heizou leans up, letting his finger on your fold away as he cleans his coat-covered finger up with his tongue once more. He shimmed his pants and boxer down, cock slapping against his chiseled abdomen. 

You stare almost in awe at his cock. It was curved, twitching and pulsating at the faintest touch Heizou would give it. His tip was flushed, precum already dribbling from his slit. He was curved and long as well—your clit throbbed thinking how deep it will be inside of you.

“Seems like you like what you see?” Heizou hummed, slowly pumping himself. You bite your lip. You hated how easy he was able to read you.

“I would do anything to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, but alas…I did agree to your favor so that’ll have to wait another time,” he sighed sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at his response, scoffing as he lets out another laugh.

 “Okay, okay. Tough crowd,” he murmured. 

Heizou lines his cock along your slit, slapping it a few times on your clit. He soon slides the head up and down it, smearing your arousal along it. You let out a breathy moan whenever he  slid up, brushing against your nub over and over again. 

“Heizou, just—” Just when you were about to scold him, you looked at his face in slight shock. He was nervous, body shuttering from the sensation of your soft folds. You never seen him so vulnerable before.

“Y’know…it was really hard to be your roommate,” he muttered, sinking his nails into your plush thigh. Your stomach fluttered from anxiety from his confession.

“I hated and loved it because I fell, hard, but worried you didn’t feel the same. Yeah we cuddle, yeah you were touchy with me but…I’d get mixed signals from you,” he confessed, letting another moan out as you felt his cock pulsate against your folds.

“I would be awake in my room, hearing your soft moans and that damn vibrator, wondering: did you want me to hear this? Do you wish it was me instead? Was this some psychological game to try to be fuck buddies? Did you not even realize?” he sighed, lifting his hand up against your cheek.

“I hate how I read into every bit of your behavior for some sign, some signal that you liked me, that you wanted me,” he moaned out, his nose brushing against your own.

“But one thing I can say. I’m glad your stupid vibrator went out because without it, I don’t think I would have the courage to do this,” he confessed. As his lips connected with yours, his cock finally slipped inside of you—stretching you out as he sank deeper inside of you. Your hands lifted onto his face as you cried out into the kiss, feeling his cock finally bottom inside of you brushing across the soft spongy walls of your cunt.

His thrusts were slow, deliberate—determined to show you his hidden affections and show you his dedication to pleasing your body. Your body jolted as his cock soon found what he was looking for. You squirmed underneath him, moaning his name repeatedly as his tongue laid claim to your mouth. 

He could feel your walls fluttering against his cock, squeezing and massaging him as his pace slowly began to build. Your legs soon wrapped themselves around his thin waist, letting him get deeper inside of you. He broke the kiss before the two of you caught your breath—a string of saliva connecting your glossy lips. His hands drifted to your waist, lifting it up as he buried himself deeper inside of you.

“Heizou! Fuck! Just like that!” you cried out, leaning your head back. Your stomach churned; you could feel your climax approaching soon as your walls closed in further against Heizou’s drilling cock. 

His face drifts down to your chest, connecting his lips along the bud of your mounds. He sucked harshly on it, swirling his tongue around as he tasted the slight salt from your sweat clinging onto your body. His finger snakes itself down before pinching at your clit causing your back to arch and moan his name once more. He could feel your walls convulsing as he sucked a breath in, using all his willpower now to spill his cum inside of you yet. 

The headboard banged loudly against the wall at Heizou's brutal and powerful thrust. He lifted his head up admiring the hickey he had just made along your chest only to begin to suck on its twin with the same fervor, moaning as he felt your nails rake along his back.

Your eyes seemed to roll to the back of your head, drool dripping down your lips as your back arched finally reaching your long awaited climax—clamping down against Heizou’s cock. Your body quivered—back arched—lost in pleasure for a few seconds. You blinked a few tears away sucking a breath in at how overstimulated your clit, still pinched, was. Heizou’s pace had gotten much sloppier as the reverations from his moans on your chest became louder.

Ropes of his hot, thick cum shot inside of you as Heizou’s hips continued to buck—shivering in his own pleasure. He finally lifts his head up, another soft groan escaping him as he continues to lazily thrust his cum deeper inside of you, nursing his high.

His lips found their way to yours once more gently whispering out your name. He continues to brush his lips along your face and neck, keeping his softening cock in your warm cunt. You hummed at his affection, eyes heavy and tired from the constant edging and the intensity of your orgasm.

“You seemed really eager,” you cooed. “I mean, I can’t believe you came inside of me.” Heizou stopped kissing their cheek briefly to look down at you. His cheeks were much more reddened, embarrassment painted on every inch of his face. He bit his lip and leaned into your neck, noticing the growing grin on your lips.

“Shut up…I’ll buy Plan B or something for you tomorrow…” he muttered, going back to peppering kisses. You chuckled, brushing away his hair clinging to his forehead.

“You’re lucky, you’re cute.”

[seravphs]

oyster shells

Suguru dies, Satoru doesn’t, and you are coping extremely poorly.

wc — 1.3k

tags — minors do not interact, widowed reader

The two of you are too young to be getting married, so you sneak out of campus to elope at the nearest courthouse. Suguru almost asked Satoru to come, you almost asked Iori. In the end, you decided it was better this way, just the two of you. 

It was what most would’ve called a shotgun wedding, too quick and over almost immediately. It was what you wanted. 

Suguru splits a beer that he bought by sweet talking the cashier out of ID-ing him and a slice of convenience store cake with you. The rings are cheap aluminum, the stones plastic. It was all he could afford. 

You kiss the band and slip it on your finger, and then you kiss the boy. This moment, in the cold and still night, is yours forever. You dream about it for years after, your beautiful, dead Suguru. The way his eyes shone in the fluorescent lights, so dark you couldn’t see the depths. You would just keep falling and falling. 

He kisses you back, cradling your head in his hands like you’re something precious. He tastes like cheap beer and a sweetness that makes your teeth ache. This is what reminds you of him when he’s gone. 12 am cake and the bitterness of failed dreams. 

When you are sixteen, you dare to believe that you are something more than what the world has assigned you. You still think you are the heroes, and you can escape your fate. 

You’re right. You are the heroes. But that’s who fate loves to toy with the most. 

Yaga doesn’t bother to scold you when you come back to campus with the signed documents and the promise rings that Suguru will never end up replacing. He’s not your father, he says. 

He says the same thing when he’s awkwardly stroking your back as you heave over the toilet. You would think it’s morning sickness except you and Suguru never managed to have sex before he died. It’s only mourning sickness, not a baby in you but grief. 

You thought you would have more time. Enough for all of it, the two story house he promised he’d build for you. Brick by brick, using his own hands. He wanted to be that man for you, someone who’d give you anything you wanted. 

He used to be a sweet boy. He’d come up with baby names between forehead kisses in the mornings, syllables whispered between pecks on the temple. He was too old to be so young, already caught up in all the ways he’d be a good father. 

It wasn’t fair. 

When he died, Yaga cleaned out his room. His face was solemn when he found it, a rictus mask when he gave it to you. A tiny wood carving of an armoire, the draft of something Suguru would’ve made for you. The two story cottage and the small patch of vegetables that would never be. 

You rush to the bathroom again. Uncomfortably, Ieiri makes a joke about immaculate conception. Yaga tells her roughly not to do it again. In between hot and cold flashes, you have a fever dream of two little girls with Suguru’s dark eyes. 

Guiltily, you wish it was Satoru. 

It wasn’t fair. It shouldn’t have been anyone, but if it was going to be any of you, it should’ve been Satoru. 

He was too reckless. The six eyes made him believe he was capable of anything. He was the messiah of the Jujutsu world, if anyone had to be sacrificed on the pyre of their hypocritical ideals, it should’ve been him. 

He was born to balance the scales, to make things right. 

Suguru’s only duty was to love you. 

None of it made sense. Now you are a young widow with a ring that scratched every time you put your hand down. 

When Kento abandons the Jujutsu world, he asks you if you want to come with him. He doesn’t understand when you tell him no. 

Suguru hated the Jujutsu world, but it’s all you have left of him. At least here, you still have memories of him sitting in the courtyard, the wind in his hair. His ghost still haunts the cafeteria. His smell lingers in your room. Hair pomade, the cologne his father bought him. Years worth of something lived in. 

If you go with Kento, you’ll lose him again. 

So you stay with Ieiri, living off Yaga’s kindness because you’re useless and refuse to do anything. Why get yourself killed for higher ups that sent Suguru to die? Why do anything at all? 

You think it was doomed from the beginning. The only way to have survived would to have been born outside of all of this. 

You couldn’t have saved him, but you wanted to try. 

The anniversary of his death, Satoru shows up at your door. He’s drunk and looking for a fight. You take the beer bottle from his hand and smash it over his head. 

Then he’s wet and sticky and still looking for a fight, so he kisses you. You push him away and he staggers back. You ball your hands in his shirt and drag him down, angling your head the way you would’ve kissed Suguru. 

He doesn’t kiss like Suguru. He does taste like him. They drink the same shitty beer. 

Now you understand why he’s drinking. Satoru doesn’t like alcohol. You had always thought they had to have kissed at some point - too many dirty jokes between them for the alternative. 

You don’t want him, you want Suguru, but if you close your eyes - he still doesn’t feel like Suguru. Disgusted, you push him away, go to the kitchen, and fix him a glass of water. 

Friendship between sorcerers is a serious thing. It has to be when working with another sorcerer is the same as asking to risk your lives together. It’s a unique strain of trust that can’t be found anywhere else. 

You don’t like Satoru very much, not even when Suguru was alive and you were forced to coexist with him, but you don’t need to like him for your relationship to work. You can think he’s annoying and wish he was dead instead of your husband and still need him to be sitting here, in your kitchen, drinking water out of your cups. 

You don’t know why he came, but you’re grateful he did, even if some part of you wants to chase him away. Part of you even loves him a little for it. 

You don’t even know if he did it on purpose. Maybe he came being drawn by the same indecipherable motives that guide you. Maybe he had no plan at all. 

When he finishes the glass, you get up to refill it for him. He catches your hand in his when you reach for it. You’re hovering over him, uncertain. His eyes are so blue. 

His mouth closes over your fingers. You perceive the hot wetness of it first, then the loss. He opens his mouth. Sparkling on the flat of his tongue, your sad aluminum wedding band lies like a pearl against muscle, trapped in a gleaming white shell.

You kick him in fury. “Give it back.”

“I won’t fuck you with it on,” he says.

“You should’ve asked.” 

He never would have, you know. 

Sex with Satoru is okay. He’s pretty good. You cry a few times when he’s finally inside you. More gently than you expect him to, he brushes away your tears with the pads of his fingers. You try not to think about your ring, sitting on the nightstand. When he makes you cum, it makes you feel weightless. 

“I’m not taking the couch,” he says in the stillness after. You’re both lying on your backs, facing the ceiling. 

That’s fine. If he’s not leaving, then you burrow in closer, your head resting in his chest. You can feel the thud of his heart, a bit slower now, but still pounding furiously to keep up with his exertion. 

He runs a hand through your hair. If you both close your eyes, you can imagine someone else there, wrapped around the two of you. 

[leftysupremacy]

so, random little tangent that came from looking at the old bionicle pens

there’s something about that white bead in the middle, the piece that’s essentially two bohrol limbs smushed together, and it kind of makes me think like… bionicle was never just about the parts the toys were made of

like, all across secondary media and even just firsthand media, you can sometimes see combinations of parts that never existed. the toa hordika’s arms in wos, for one, the way those worked they were clearly pulling from different parts but blending them together to create the look they wanted, some of that happens in the bionicle heroes console game too, they’re not bound to just what appears in the sets

and then you open up the rahi and dark hunter books, and you see these creations that sometimes use things that aren’t lego to hold themselves together, rubber bands and illegal connections, some stuff you’ve never seen in a bionicle set before (probably because it came from a roborider or a slizer but that’s besides the point)

and you see the way that giant parts are strewn about on the surface of bara magna, or making up sculptures in po-metru, and maybe they’re split in strange ways, or they’re overlapping, but you get the sense that, unlike in the toys, these shapes are mutable, they aren’t just static parts that you make the robots out of, they’re almost ideas, visions of anatomy from a world foreign to you

with all of this, it feels like bionicle was always more than just toys. it was more than something you could hold in your hand, there were ideas that you can see and understand but that were beyond your reality, things that didnt exist but could, and that’s how you knew it was more than a toy. the toys were glimpses into a bigger world, representations of living characters, not just plastic playthings but something greater than that

so yeah, there’s more to this silly little customizable pen than i think they intended, and i think that’s great

[darksturnz]

THE MOON, THE SUN, THE STARS.

CONTENTS:・fluff-heavy plot ・artist!chris ・sibling content ・ just really cute shit that makes me want to give him babies? + more WC: 1.7k masterlist: here

Chris sighed dramatically as he surveyed the aftermath of dinner. The kitchen table looked like it had been hit by a tornado—a tornado fueled by spaghetti noodles, marinara sauce, and the uncontainable energy of a six-year-old. Lila sat in her chair, grinning proudly, her cheeks and even her forehead smeared with streaks of red sauce. Her plate was empty, though a few stray noodles clung to the edge of the table. Her plastic cup was miraculously still upright, the faintest ring of milk around her mouth to prove it.

“Chris, I ate it all!” she announced, holding her plate aloft like it was a trophy.

He crouched to her level, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but at what cost?” He gestured dramatically to the spaghetti in her hair and the sauce streaked across the chair legs. “You didn’t just eat it; you’re wearing it.”

Lila giggled, her laugh bright and unrestrained. “I like spaghetti.”

“Clearly,” he said, shaking his head, though his lips quirked into a smile. “Alright, come on, let’s get you cleaned up. You’re not going to bed smelling like a meatball.”

She squealed as he scooped her up, her little arms wrapping around his neck. Her legs kicked playfully as he carried her toward the bathroom, both of them laughing as he muttered, “You’re lucky I love you, y’ know that?”

Bathtime was, unsurprisingly, an event in itself. Lila insisted on washing her plastic mermaid toy, splashing water everywhere in the process. Chris tried to keep things under control, but by the time she was clean and wrapped in a fluffy towel, the bathroom floor was soaked, and his shirt had taken a hit too. She emerged victorious, smelling of baby shampoo and lotion, her curls damp and her cheeks still slightly flushed from the warm water.

“You’re a menace,” Chris muttered as he dried her off, his tone affectionate.

“I’m a mermaid,” Lila corrected, her face lighting up in a smile that made his heart squeeze.

Once she was bundled up, Lila bounded into Chris’s room, her energy seemingly endless despite the late hour. “Can I wear one of your shirts?” she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Chris didn’t even hesitate, opening his drawer and pulling out one of his older band T-shirts. He handed it to her, and she beamed as she slipped it over her head. The shirt was so oversized it reached her ankles, and she twirled in it like it was a princess dress.

“Look!” she said, grinning. “It’s a dress!”

Chris smiled softly, watching her with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Yeah, a very rock-and-roll dress.”

She giggled, clearly proud of herself, and spun again before hopping up on the couch, where Frozen was already queued up on the TV.

Lila settled onto the couch, her little legs tucked beneath her, and Chris grabbed a brush from the coffee table. Sitting behind her, he carefully began working through her damp curls. The brush moved slowly, deliberately, as he untangled each knot with surprising gentleness.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he murmured, his voice quiet.

At one point, the brush snagged on a particularly stubborn knot, and Lila winced. “Ow,” she said softly. 

Chris froze immediately. “Sorry, bug.” he mumbled, concern lacing his tone.

She nodded, her small shoulders relaxing. “s’okay.”

Chris resumed, even slower this time, his fingers occasionally working through the knots before the brush followed. He was meticulous, almost tender, and Lila hummed softly as he worked, a little melody that was both soothing and endearing.

When he finished, she turned to face him, her big eyes shining. “You’re really good at that.”

Chris chuckled, setting the brush aside. “Yeah? Maybe I should quit my day job.”

“What’s your day job?” she asked curiously.

“Good question,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a smirk. “Guess I’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

The movie began to play, and Lila immediately became engrossed, her entire body wiggling with excitement when the first song came on. By the time “Let It Go” started, she was singing at full volume, her little voice filling the room. She turned to Chris with a grin.

“Sing with me!” she demanded.

Chris groaned dramatically. “No way.”

“Please!” she begged, clasping her hands together like she was pleading for her life.

He sighed heavily, pretending to give in reluctantly, though the truth was he couldn’t deny her when she looked at him like that. He joined in, his voice low and slightly off-key, but to Lila, it was perfect. She giggled as he sang, pointing at him. “See? You know all the words!”

“Don’t make it weird,” Chris muttered, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“You like the movie more than me!” she accused, laughing.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, ruffling her hair. “Whatever helps you sleep, kid.”

Halfway through the movie, Lila suddenly sat up, her eyes wide with inspiration. “Can we draw, I’m bored.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“Please!” she said, bouncing on her knees. “We can keep the movie on!”

With a sigh, Chris got up and grabbed her watercolors and sketchbook from the corner of the room. He spread them out on the coffee table, setting up a makeshift art station. Lila immediately got to work, splattering colorful blobs across the page with no clear plan in mind.

Chris grabbed his own sketchbook and began sketching a quiet landscape—a cabin in the woods surrounded by trees, with a starry sky above. Lila peeked over and gasped. “That’s so good! Can I paint it?”

Chris hesitated, then handed her the sketchbook. “Yeah jus’ be careful not to smear the pen.”

She giggled as she carefully added colors to his drawing, her tongue sticking out in concentration. Meanwhile, Chris picked up her chaotic watercolor page, studying the splatters with a thoughtful expression. Slowly, an idea formed.

He began turning the blobs into a galaxy, adding stars, swirling patterns, and two small astronauts: one was Bunny, her old stuffed animal, and the other was Comet, the kitten she and Star had found a few weeks ago. When he finished, he held it up.

“What do y’think?” he asked.

Lila’s eyes widened, her face lighting up. “S’perfect! Bunny and Comet look so cute! Star’s gonna love it!”

Chris smiled softly. “Yeah? I think she will.”

Chris glanced at the clock and sighed. “Alright, Picasso. Time for bed.”

“But I’m not tired!” Lila whined, though her eyelids were already drooping.

He scooped her up despite her protests, carrying her to her room and tucking her into bed. Bunny was placed carefully in her arms, and he smoothed the blanket over her small frame. She looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Can you tell me a story?” she asked. “The one about the moon and the sun being in love.”

Chris blinked, caught off guard. “The what?”

“The moon and the sun,” she repeated. “Star tells me that story. You don’t know it?”

Realization dawned on him. He’d overheard Star telling her that story during one of their movie nights, her voice soft and soothing. He tried to recall the details but fumbled through the retelling.

“No, Chris!” Lila said, giggling. “The moon doesn’t chase the sun—they take turns sharing the sky!”

“Alright, Miss Expert,” Chris said, feigning exasperation. “If you’re so smart, you tell it.”

Lila’s small voice filled the room as she began her story, her words slow and deliberate.

“The sun and the moon love each other so much, but they can’t be together all the time,” she said, her voice soft and dreamy. “The moon is shy, so it stays out at night when everything is quiet, and the sun is—….uhm I think Star said bold, shining during the day when everyone can see it. But they miss each other so much that they leave messages in the sky.”

Chris leaned back in the chair beside her bed, watching her little face as she spoke. Her eyelids fluttered occasionally, heavy with sleep, but she pressed on, determined to finish the story.

“The stars,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “are the sun’s way of saying ‘I love you’ to the moon. And the moon like copies the sun’s light to show it loves it back. And sometimes they even get to meet for just a little bit, when the sun goes up or down, and that’s when the whole sky turns beautiful colors because they’re so happy to see each other.”

Chris nodded, his throat tightening slightly at the innocent sweetness of her words. “That’s a pretty good story, bug,” he said softly.

Lila smiled, her face glowing with pride. “Star tells it better,” she admitted, stifling a yawn. “She says it’s about being there for the people you love, even if you’re far away.”

Chris felt his chest tighten at her words, the subtle weight of them sinking in. “Yeah,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her forehead. “That sounds like something Star would say.”

Lila’s eyes began to close, but she wasn’t finished yet. “Chris?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Yeah, kid?”

“You and Star are like the sun and the moon,” she said, her words slurring slightly as sleep took over. “You take care of each other… just like they do.”

Chris froze, the weight of her observation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He opened his mouth to respond, but the lump in his throat stopped him. Instead, he watched as she drifted off, her tiny frame curling into the blankets, Bunny tucked tightly under her arm.

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at her peaceful face. She looked so small, so fragile, and yet her words carried so much weight. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, Lila,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “We’re gonna be okay. promise.”

He stood slowly, pulling the blanket up a little higher before turning off the small lamp beside her bed. As he left the room, he glanced back one last time, his heart full and heavy all at once.

The house was quiet now, the mess from earlier still scattered across the living room. Chris let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair as he sat down on the couch. He glanced at the galaxy they’d painted together, the little astronauts floating among the stars. A small smile tugged at his lips.

In that moment, it didn’t matter how messy or chaotic life could get. Lila’s words stayed with him, warm and unshakable: You and Star are like the sun and the moon. You take care of each other, just like they do.

And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

AUTHORS NOTE: i love them so bad, ): i wanna give him a baby

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[lostintransist]

Chiseled Heart | Part 2

CW: Suspisions of stalking

AO3

You liked the look of the big man at the gym. He never stared at you and offered help only when you really needed it. When you had last seen him blood had run down your arm from your smashed finger. The trip to the Instacare, thankfully, had not led to stitches but did require steri-strips, and the doctor advised you to take a week off from the gym as the swelling in your hand reduced.

It gave you time to clean the handkerchief the man had let you borrow. Honestly, you didn’t even know people still carried them around. The fabric, soft and clean against your fingers, doesn’t smell like him. Such a shame, you imagine he is a man who smells good. Mentally smacking yourself from the daydreams starting to stir you tuck the handkerchief into the top of your gym bag and go about getting ready for work.

Work involved being an actuary for an insurance firm. Yes, you often felt like the devil shat on your flesh when you left work but you had to survive capitalism somehow. Stumbling into the profession had been a stroke of luck. A job fair at your college campus in the early days of your general ed classes had sat between the two buildings where your classes were held. You had always been good, comfortable, and confident in math, and a job that would always be needed somewhere that let you dink around in Excel all day? Well, there were worse things to direct your life toward. You refused to work for health insurance companies. You needed to survive, but you didn’t need to be the reason someone died.

Audiobooks and your favorite forty-six-hour playlist (that did grow nearly every time you found a new song or band to obsess over) kept you company as you toiled away your minutes at the overly light computer. No matter how many times you flicked off the overhead lights your boss would turn them back on with every chat. It reached the point you were sure he was fucking with you. He didn’t work in the small office flooded with natural light. No, he worked across the building. You would hate him if that didn’t require giving any emotional energy toward the vampire.

Being the only non-man on the team led to some interesting reactions from people who floated by the office or dropped by to confirm the numbers on a file that had been sent out. They all filtered to you first. Every. Last. Visitor. It got so bad that you had taped a 62-point font two-page spread to the back of your monitor that read “NOT IN CHARGE ASK HIM” with an arrow pointing to your supervisor’s desk. It helped a little.

The gym between the office and your apartment had become a refuge from the corporate curve to your spine and the ache in your ass from your chair. It never seemed to fade no matter how many hours you switched from sitting to standing. Hip exercises though? Now those aches faded and left you fitting better in your slacks.

Staring at your frozen lunch in the microwave at eye level you toy with the waiting plastic fork at your lips. Mind drifting with the monotonous spin you find yourself thinking of him again. The man who wore a mask no matter how sweat through his top might be, who never stared, and walked with the slightest of limps. He had been kind, if a bit reluctant the few times you had interacted. Maybe reserved would be a better word for his actions. Nothing about his help had been reluctant toward you; more as if he battled within himself before deciding.

Maybe you should offer him a cupcake from the local bakery? Or take him to coffee as a thank you? Somehow the idea of his large hands hiding a paper cup as the heat seeped from it didn’t appeal. He couldn’t drink anything warm with a mask firmly in place. Doubt crept along your shoulders. You needed to say thank you. Handing the clean folded piece of cloth and your sincerest words didn’t satisfy the need ingrained from childhood.

Settling on offering to buy him a take-home dessert or a takeout of his choice you nod once to yourself. If he declined the offer at least you had put the effort in to truly articulate your thanks for his help. Today being Monday you set the goal of asking him when you returned his belongings. The rest of the day slips by easily; reports are completed on time and fired off by email. You didn’t even forget to add an attachment today.

When you are leaving the parking lot you notice it, that car that always leaves at the same time as you. It’s not terribly unusual. Building management did try and stagger off times to avoid parking lot traffic but the same car for the past three weeks had been pulling out directly behind you every time you left. The blue peeking through the rust of the bug started to give you Dahmer vibes. It had been a concern on your radar. Your panic didn’t increase until tonight. Instead of taking a turn before you got to your destination, the bug followed you today, parking at the back of the gym parking lot. You were able to snag an opening under a light pole and close to the entrance.

Scurrying from your car you sneak through the front door as the clock shifts to eight and they lock behind you. Heaving a sigh of relief you lift your bag further up your shoulder and head for the locker room. It isn’t hard to spot the man you are looking for when you let your eyes drift across the gym. He has headphones on today as he does squats. Man had a flat ass but he sure as hell never skipped leg day.

Dressing, you mentally run through the steps of your Monday routine. Stairmaster is first, then after you are warmed up today you would focus on back and chest. The man who helped you, damn you really needed to get his name today, didn’t notice you until you were nearly done with your last exercise. He often arrived before you and left after. When your eyes caught in the mirror that spanned the length of the gym he nodded once at you before continuing to put away his current weights.

Finishing your last set you speed through putting your own weights away and slipping into the dressing room to grab the handkerchief you needed to return. You are able to corner him in what everyone refers to as the stretching corner. Feet spread wide, head down he slowly walks his hands from one leg to the other. You do your best not to drool over the stretch and bulge of muscles as he does this. Chewing on your lip you wait patiently for his movements to be finished.

When his hands reach the middle he drops one knee and then the other, pulling both beneath him as he prepares to stand. He looks up after getting one foot on the ground. You are startled at the blue eyes that peer out at you.

“Ja?”

You blink a few times before offering his item back with both hands.

“I wanted to say thank you for your help and offer to buy you take out one of these days,” your words are nearly not understandable with how they all rush over each other to get out of your mouth. Taking a deep breath you give your name before noticing you are still holding on to the handkerchief.

Letting go you give him a wincing smile and step back a smidge.

Your eyes trail up with him as he stands, he is tall. You weren’t short for a woman by any means but you didn’t quite crack six feet. He had to be well over that number.

“I know you wear a mask so I would also be happy to get you a gift card. This isn’t me trying to pry or force you in any way I just thought a thank you wasn’t really enough you know?”

Now you are rambling. You shut your mouth with a slight click, barely managing to get your tongue out of the way before you crushed it. You stare at him as he stares at you.

“König,” he offers a hand.

You take it and shake it before tucking your hands behind your back to keep from embarrassing yourself further.

“I will decline the food offer, but danke,” he inclines his head with this thanks.

“You’re welcome, I didn’t think you would but I would feel bad if I didn’t at least offer.” Shrugging once you can feel this conversation coming to an end. Stepping back once more you can’t figure out the best way to end this interaction. “Thanks again, for the help.”

He nods once and you skitter away to the locker room for your bag. You studiously avoid looking for him as you head toward the front doors. The sight of the stalkerish car still sat in the same stall in the back of the lot. Turning to look at the front desk you only see two young women chatting away. Can’t ask them, they would be in just as much danger.

Cursing the bastard that was maybe stalking you under your breath you make your way back to the stretching corner. You wait again for König to take notice of you. When he does he lifts a brow in question.

“Sorry I know I’m awkward and probably annoying at this point but is there any chance you could walk me to my car?” You point over your shoulder as if he doesn’t know where the parking lot is. “There is this weird car I have been seeing over the last few weeks and they followed me here tonight and they are still in the lot.”

He nods and stands, walking by your side before holding open both the inner and outer doors for you.

“Will be back,” he says to the front desk gals in passing. They nod and thank him for the heads up.

The fresh air and trickle of water from the creek that runs next to the building are refreshing after the slight sweat-tinged air of the gym. The engine of the little blue bug starts up as you appear. It proceeds to peel out when they notice the mountain of a man at your side. König keeps pace with you, his silence is comforting as you breathe a sigh of relief.

Reaching your car you drop your duffle bag in the back seat and turn to look up at him as you lean back on the door.

“Okay, now I really do owe you dinner. Will you be here Wednesday? I’ll bring a gift card since I doubt you would like to have dinner with me and my socially incompetent self.”

“Nien, no need,” he waves a hand between you as if the help he provided is nothing. “I am also…awkward.”

“Well, nothing you say will prevent me from buying you a gift card.” You smile up at him, grin wide and bright. “Thanks König. I’ll see you Wednesday.”

With that you climb into your car, shutting and locking the door before driving off into the night. König waves to you as you stop before pulling onto the road. You wave back despite knowing he can’t see you in the dark.

Chiseled Masterlist | Masterlist

[aylasology]

Rocket Queen

A guitar solo and the finishing touches.

warnings : smut!! Fingering and oral. Using cocaine. Reader gets fucked in a recording studio 😭

notes : jeez this was long. This is a part of my rockstar!Robin x groupie!reader universe btw! Check her out here :) Here's my birthday treat from me to you 🫶

Heels tap on the hardwood floor as you watch her sing. Her hands shoved in the pockets of her flare jeans, blue eyes tinted red as her heart shaped glasses slip on the bridge of her nose. Robin Buckley is a rockstar in the flesh - and she is in her element.

Her tall frame stands by a microphone. Her voice has a rasp in it, a strong low voice that no one could compete with.

"I'm a sexual innuendo in this burned out paradise, if you turn me on to anything you better turn me on tonight."

Her eyes shoot to you. A shit-eating smirk on her face as she kept singing. You could remember how she wrote this song so vividly. On her bed, you sprawled naked underneath the sheets as she lay next to you with a pen and a notebook in hand. Tapping to a melody she hummed quietly. The notebook was on a blank page, scribbles and crossed out words on the other side.

Robin was convinced that this next album was going to be a hit. She was convinced that her vocals, and the band's distinct sound is gonna take them somewhere. She was strong in her belief and you couldn't help but believe it too.

You don't know what it was about her that made her so magnetic. It was something beyond looks, something beyond that voice that made you let her toy you around and use you. Maybe it was the thrill? The thrill of getting caught and getting outed? The thrill of finally getting touched by a woman? You couldn't lay a finger on it.

Their guitarist, Eddie Munson, started playing his riff, fingers fast in its movement as it moved against the fretboard. Stiff in her movement however, Robin's eyes squeezed shut, a serious look on her face as if she was deep in thought. You knew what this look meant, the look that said something was wrong. Something didn't align to whatever artistic sound she had in mind.

"Eddie wait."

Eddie stopped playing. A resounding, rather pissed off "what?" Slipping from his lips. Robin's eyes wandered in thought, eyes wandering to you. She looked you up and down, eyes wandering on the tiny skirt you've decided to wear. A thought comes to mind.

"Uh, just keep playing actually..."

After recording, a pair of hands snake from behind your waist, tugging onto the fabric of your shirt. Robin.

"Hey sweetheart..." She cooed, peppering kisses on the skin of your neck. "I can just eat you up.." she murmured in between the kisses. Robin always seemed so drunk in love when it came to you. You were never sure if it was love, but you were sure of one thing : you aroused her.

"Robin..." you chuckled as she had turned you to face her, pulling you in the recording booth. Everyone had dispersed out of the studio by now, the room suddenly so chilly and quiet.

"Shh, sweetheart..." She cooed. "Need something from you really quickly..." She murmured, pressing your back against a beat up leather couch, pushing a microphone next to you. "Gonna need a quick little fix 'fore I ask for a favor m'kay?"

A little nod was all it took for her to lay you down completely, pulling out a small plastic bag with white powder in it - cocaine. She lifts your shirt up, a small but demanding "bite" grunts out of her lips. Quick to obey, you bit the fabric of the shirt to keep it up.

She adjusts herself, straddling your hips as she sat on you, eyes hungry as she took in the sight of your body. The curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, your already erect nipples. Of course you didn't wear a bra.

She rips the plastic to form a little hole, cocaine on your belly and all the way up the middle of your breasts. You could hear her groan, the sight of you enough for her to completely ravish you.

"So pretty this way...just a pretty little thing for me to use..."

She bends down, pressing a kiss on your skin before sniffing down the powder. A hand on the curve of your hips, words slipping out of her mouth every time she'd sit up to just look at you.

"Such a perfect little slut....you gonna let me abuse you, honey?"

"Such a good girl for me...god, you're perfect."

And as a small trail is left in between the perfect globes of your breasts, her tongue prods out of her mouth, licking the skin and the cocaine off of it. Her eyes stare up at you, needy eyes that could tell everything she wanted to do to you.

"Robin..." You could only whimper, mouth waiting and cunt soaked in anticipation. The heat inside your skirt boiling.

She leans closer to your face. "I know, princess, I know..." She cooed, before pressing her tongue onto yours. The taste of cocaine landed on your tongue, a hand kneading one of your breasts and the other cupped onto your face.

Her kisses seemed eager, and they felt as though they were waiting for a reaction. And when she gains that soft moan from you, she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting each other's tongue.

"Gonna need more from you, sweetheart..." She groaned. She pulls away from your body, ordering you to sit up. She pulls your skirt down, a smirk on her lips as she feels your panties soaked.

"All this for me?" She teased, fingers tracing circles on the wet patch, your legs shaking in anticipation.

"Robin..." You cried, an awkward blush on your plump cheeks.

"Oh so you're blushing now too? Fuck sweetheart, you're just so cute..."

"Robin!" You groaned, absolutely having enough of the teasing. A chuckle erupts from her lips as she pulled the panties off. Her hands gripped onto your ankles, holding your legs up as her finger pushes in deep, slow strokes. A moan slipping from your lips.

"There she is..." She hummed, a chuckle slips from her lips as she watched your face contort in pleasure. She adds another finger, her pace moving quicker as she spreads your legs wider. "Gonna need you real loud for me sweetheart..."

Without waiting for a response, she pushes your legs further, you moan softly in pain, but she's fucking you too good for you to want it to stop. "Feel good sweetheart?"

"Fuck..." You cry out. "Yes..fuck...yes..." You moaned as you lay your head against the arm rest of the couch. A plethora of moans and cries falling from your lips as she spread your folds open.

And as a familiar, twisting knot forms in your stomach, her fingers pull away. A soft, but reassuring "We're not done yet..." hums from her lips.

She adjusted herself, keeping your legs spread open as she kissed your thighs and stomach. And before you could complain on how much of a tease she was, she dipped lower. Licking your sensitive clit before moving inside your folds immediately.

You moaned against the sensation. Robin's tongue was warm and eager and sloppy and it was perfect against you. It found and abused nerve endings, unbridled pleasure taking over your being.

Your fingers grasp onto her hair, hips bucking against her mouth as your slick and her spit seemed to drip on her chin and onto the couch. Your moans came out in hurried grunts. Your thighs squeeze her face, as suffocating as it was she didn't care - she felt as though she could happily die like this, head in between your thighs and a mouth lapping up pussy. Your pussy. Your moans continued to sound desperate, a slight crack in them and a rasp that only Robin could recognize. Robin was the only person who touched you like this.

The knot in your stomach comes undone, sticky fluids of your release all over her lips and cheek. She pulled away, letting you watch her swallow it all down. She leans close to your face, kissing your cheek. "You did so good, sweetheart..."

Before you could say anything, your body is instantly hit with exhaustion. Pretty eyes of yours fluttering shut as you lay there with a pillow on your head and another on your hand. A chuckle slips from Robin's lips.

"I'll let you rest, m'kay? I'll be here when you wake up."

And she was there in the studio once you woke up, tampering with the audio of their recording session from earlier. You could hear her play it, legs wobbly as you stood up and walked over to her.

You could hear the guitar solo in full blast, though another sound seemed to be playing alongside it. The sound of what could be considered as lips smacking together in a kiss, which then lead to needy and desperate moans. The moans held a crack in them, a rasp that bubbled from the throat. Desperate and loud, and...wait...

"Robin, was that...?"

"Yes sweetheart, that was you." She replied with a cocky smile, lifting your hand up to her lips. "You always told me how much you wanted to be a muse..." She muttered before kissing the skin.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Christmas Dolly - 4

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Soft morning light streamed through the curtains of Callie's bedroom window as she slowly began to woke up. Groggy, she slowly opened her eyes, hoping beyond hope that the events of the last day had all been some sort of sick dream.

As she extended her arms and legs, stretching her sleepy muscles, her feet and arms all met something hard.

She looked at objects providing the unexpected resistance and knew her experiences of the prior day had been more than a dream. She wanted to cry as she looked out at her bedroom-turned-nursery through the bars of the crib that had been her bed just a night before.

Internally, Callie took a deep breath and assessed her surroundings. As she had already found, her bed had turned into an oversized crib, with tall, white wooden bars to keep her contained.

Her desk was now gone, replaced with a large, comfortable looking rocking chair. Her dresser had grown shorter and longer. The drawers replaced with open shelves that appeared to be packed to the brim with diapers of various colors and designs.

In the corner of her room occupied by her doll house, various other toys were strewn across the floor. However, instead of appearing to be meant for a small child or even a toddler, like they were yesterday, they were infant toys. Keys for chewing, soft stuffies with sewn on eyes, and a plastic ring tower were all visible from Callie's perch. Next to it all, sat a small crib, not unlike her own, where a doll that looked just like Callie lay lying in a diaper and pajamas near identical to those adorning her own body.

The sight of it all made Callie want to cry.

But, what was worse than the sight of her room was the smell assaulting her nose.

As Callie moved into a seated position on the firm padding of her crib, her worst feelings were confirmed. As she settled onto her backside, the 27-year-old research scientist could feel her ass cheeks settle into a semi-solid mass in the seat of her diaper. Callie has messed her diaper in her sleep.

Surprisingly, Callie's body did exactly what her mind wanted for once as she realized the extent of her stinky situation. The grown woman, dressed in footie pajamas and a messy diaper, began to bawl.

It didn't take long before Penelope came into the room, a look of sadistic pleasure mixing with real concern as she saw her older sister, dressed like an infant, sobbing in her crib like an actual baby.

"Oh, Baby Callie, why are you so sad? It's Christmas today, don't you want to see if Santa came?"

Callie's sobs intensified as her body picked up on the shame of her adult mind. Callie watched through her tears as Penny's nose scrunched up in disgust as she got closer to the crib.

"Oh, sissy knows just what the problem is! It smells like little Callie made already made a Christmas present for her sissy to unwrap!"

Penelope tickled Callie's sides, causing the babified woman to let out an involuntary giggle as she lowered the side of the crib.

"Isn't that right, baby girl?"

Callie's mind screamed as her sister, somehow now inhumanly strong, lifted her from the crib with ease and settled the older woman on her hip.

This was unfair! It was horrible! Callie was not a giant infant! She didn't mess her pants like a baby! She didn't deserve to be locked in a crib! And she didn't want Penny of all people, whose fault this really was, to see her like this, let alone to change her diaper!

But, just like before, Callie's adult mind was unable to change her body's behavior. She could only look on as a passenger as her sister's ministrations, bouncing and tickling her, eased her tears, and she was laid on the giant changing table to have her messy bottom wiped by her baby sister.

"Now, isn't that better?" Penelope said to Callie as she patted the front of her big sister's diaper, sending baby powder flying from the waist band. "You didn't want to open presents with a stinky load in your pants did you?"

Callie felt drool run down her chin as she sucked on her fingers and felt her body giggle at her sister's gentle tone. She shuddered internally.

"Now, why don't we finish getting you dressed, and we can see what Santa brought!" Penny continued.

Callie, sitting on her freshly diapered ass (something even Callie's adult mind had to admit felt better then being in a messy diaper), babbled back joyfully, "Agabagooba!"

"That's my silly girl!" Penelope responded as she picked Callie up, settled her on the floor, and dressed her in a green velvet dress with poofy sleeves and a lace collar and candy cane tights, to cover her bulky diaper.

"You look adorable!" Penelope said, grabbing a pacifier with a holly leaf emblazoned on the shield, popping it in Callie's mouth to complete the look. "Now come on! The family is waiting!"

Callie watched as Penelope walked out of her room---her nursery, she thought grimacing as the correction rolled through her mind--and mixed to follow, hoping to get this embarrassing day over as quickly as possible.

However, rather than standing and toddling after her younger sister as she expected, Callie's body got on all fours, exposing her diaper to the world, and crawled awkwardly after Penelope. If Callie could get her body to experience shame, she would have blushed deeply as she entered her parents' living room on hands and knees as she was cooed at by her Mommy and Daddy.

The rest of the day passed just as Callie expected. She opened her stocking and gifts with the assistance of her parents and sister.

Each gift was something appropriate for an infant she was being forced to act as, rather than for an adult woman she was. Callie ended up surrounded by rattles, teething rings, bottles, and soft dolls. Her body giggled and laughed as she opened and played with each new object, while her mind burned in embarassment inside of her.

Callie ate Christmas brunch and dinner in a highchair. She was fed soft baby food and milk rather than the rich sweet and savory foods and delicious wine the rest of her family consumed. Worse than the food, though, she wasn't allowed to feed herself. Callie made a mess of herself as her family members sloppily shoveled spoonful after spoonful of mush into her uncoordinated mouth.

Callie was actually relieved, mid-day, when she got a reprieve from her Christmas torture when her mother declared to the rest of her family it was time for her nap. That reprieve was short lived, however. Only moments after the door to her nursery was shut, Callie felt her body clench it's fists and push, letting lose a fresh load of stinky mess into the back of her diaper.

Callie moaned in her mind as she felt her body curl up into the fetal position and drift off to sleep, without any attempt to get out of her messy pants.

The day continued like that for Callie, filled with childish treatment and horrible indignities until, to her relief, and a little bit of horror, Penelope spoke up.

"Mama, I think it's time for Little Callie to go to bed. Can I tuck her in tonight?"

Callie's Mommy looked from Penelope, lounging on the couch playing with a new phone she had been gifted for Christmas, to Callie, who was sitting on the floor playing with the Fischer Price version of the same object, and nodded.

"Yes, Penny, I think that's a good idea. Thank you for being such a responsible sister!" Callie's Mommy said as she granted Penny approval to conduct bedtime operations.

Callie groaned internally as Penny got off of the couch, picked her up, and, in a sing-song voice, instructed Callie to, "Say ni-night to Mommy and Daddy!"

Callie's body stuck out its hand ungracefully, opened and closed it's fingers, and said, "Agababa!" gleefully, as a small amount of drool rolled down her chin.

Callie watched as her sister grinned at the infantile display at tickled Callie's stomach as she carried the older woman back to her nursery.

Once in the nursery, Penelope carried out her sisterly duties diligently, just as she had done the rest of the day. She brushes Callie's teeth. She got her changed into a fresh, nighttime diaper. And she dressed her big sister in a new set of fleece pajamas.

Before putting Callie in her crib, however, she set her older sister on the floor by Callie's Christmas Dolly.

"These last few days have been so fun, Callie!" Penny said as she pulled the doll out of the crib and began gathering a new set of clothes from the cardboard box the doll had came in, "And I hope you had just as fun being my little Christmas Dolly as I used to have being your little doll growing up!" She continued with a somewhat menacing tone. "But, I think it's time for you to grow back up. I mean, I do love you as an older sister."

Callie watched intently, hope blossoming in her mind, as she watched her sister undress the doll, removing everything but the diaper.

"But, I do think you need a reminder of whose the grown up in our relationship."

Callie's heart sank a little as she watched her sister dress her doll in the lab clothes she had first dressed it in, with the lone exception of the bulky diaper visibly bulging under the doll's khaki pants.

Penelope then set the doll on the nearby window sill before picking Callie up and placing her back in the giant crib.

"I really had so much fun with you these last few days, sissy," Penny said as she gave Callie a kiss on the cheek, "So much fun, in fact, I am going to hold onto your dolly. Maybe we can play like this again soon? I've always wondered what it would be like to have a real New Year's Baby!"

Callie sat in her crib, her mind racing, as her sister grabbed the doll and its accessories as walked out of the room. Hope at waking up in the morning mixed with concern at what may come next as she laid down on the firm padding of her crib mattress and drifted off to sleep. Her dreams filled with nightmares of a lifetime of bottle feedings, diaper changes, and cribs, that was potentially to come.