#plushie kink

[shirouppy]

Slightly more explicit ver under the cut vv

[show-me-urt33th]

*jingles collar*

I'm Snuffie n I think that as a stuffed bunny I deserve to get used as a sweat rag! Shove my soft little face in your pits after your workout, make me soak up every bit of your scent.. It's not like you'd have to stop there either, I mean m just a dumb stuffed animal, you could shove me anywhere you wanted!! I'd just have to sit there and take it.. <33 I love being a dumb plushie..

[left-for-carrion]

You could be my plushie. I'd take you home and put you on my bed. You'd be the one I cuddle with every night. Tucking you under the blanket with me. Push your face against my shirtless chest. I'd squeeze you extra tight when I'm sad. I'd knit you a blanket to use when I'm not home. And 👉 👈 maybe when I get really horny I'll run my little tdick against you. I promise to clean you up and give you lots of kisses for helping.

Ouuihhiiihghhhhhh pleaseeee????? I'll be nice and warm, and I'd look so cute under that little blanket, just waiting patiently, unjudging, for you to come back. I'd feel lovely against your dick, and I'd clean up easy, happy as ever-

[plushiepuppyboy]

would you still fuck me if i was a plushie...? 🥺👉👈

[quiveringqupid]

❤️🧡💚💜New sona ❤️🧡💚💜

This is Chewtoy! A living breathing doll and YOUR personal toy!! They modify their body whenever and however their or your heart desires! And feel every bit of it.

Enjoy! Play nice! (Or don't)

[tubapun]

Plush can be you, a sona, some mix, whatever I just wanna know what makes you marketable

[xochimillilili]

Bwuhh feel so fucking drippy just thinking about being a plushie of sorts to fuck and cuddle with before bedtime. Blushing so fucking much imagining their hands on my skin, how they'd squeeze my chest n run their hands along my tummy, hips and thighs, and absolutely losing it imagining them asking me to play a bit before sleep !!!

Wanna be a soft plushie for them to hold and grope and cuddle, even more since I'd be petting and kissing and cuddling them back, wanna feel them press their knee against my needy cunt while I grope them back and make out.

I just wanna be a sweet whiny mess for them, praising them and giggling and making the dumbest of sounds while they use my body to get themself off.

Doesn't matter if I have to take charge and fuck their face asleep or have them sleepily hump away at my thighs while they suck on my tits until we tire out, I just wanna be a pretty toy for them to play with until they fall asleep !!!

[painplushie]

“you’re not supposed to do that” as its eyes roll and its head falls back kid x “i know that feels good doesn’t it” as they rub its wet clit parent

[weirdplushie]

Plushie whose fur is soooo soft you just can’t help but pet them. Maybe your hands wander a bit and suddenly they’re blushing and trying to hide their soft moans, but what does that matter? Cute little toys have soft fur to be pet don’t they?

[show-me-urt33th]

Need more friends who wanna dissect plushies with me,, let's pick out cute little stuffed animals to torture together!!

[left-for-carrion]

YAAAYYYY !!!! PLUSHIE KINK!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

YAYYYYYYYYYYY See, this dog gets it-

[plushiepuppyboy]

ohh 😵‍💫💦 just thought of being a plushie and being used by a cute little pet.. wanna feel how good it feels being hugged and rubbed against... wanna feel my seams bust when you take your cock out and rut into my soft plush ahhhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫💦💦💦

[pedge-page]

I'm new to ur page idk if this is done but I...I want Joel to piss inside a plushie....

Puddles - a Plushies x PK drabble

Notes: I've been waiting to write this one so here we go! Can read more plushies!Joel through Plushies Series masterlist, though they can all be read as standalone fics

Warnings: Pisskink!Joel, piss kink, Drunk!Joel, solo masturbation with a stuffed animal, yes he is pissing inside poor plushie, plushie fucking briefly

18+ ONLY

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He may have gone a little bit overboard when Tommy invited him for the crew’s so-called ‘happy hour get together’. He knew they all liked to go out and celebrate with a few drinks after completing a project, and this last one they just wrapped up for some posh client with outrageous requests was no different. 

Joel usually liked to skip out on them. First, because he didn’t want to know what these clowns might be up to when they get tipsy, letting whatever sober-less things go on follow his mind to the next job site. But also because he’s getting too old for that college level shit. Hangovers aren’t nearly as fun when you’re pushing well past middle age. 

But, he didn’t want to be home alone since you were going to be working late.

So, two beers turned into twelve and a few more various alcohol spiked beverages here and there, and boom. Joel’s swaying side to side along the sidewalk with Tommy guiding him all the way up the front door.

“You sure you don’t need me, brother?” Tommy asks hesitantly. 

Joel, with lolling eyes and a grin, confidently waves him off after successfully entering his key into the door after 6 tries.

He stumbles through into the dark alone, and the first thing that hit him is how badly he wants to curl up on your plushie filled bed. He thought about you all night; your shampoo filling his nose when you cuddle him, the smooth streak of your naked back when you finish a shower, the wet indulgence of your pussy when he eats you out.

He’s never going to admit it, but the man is clingy as shit when you’re around. And he’s craving some much needed plushie pussy time.

Shit, the alcohol is really swimming in his brain. 

And, he realizes, with a firm and shiver-some squeeze to his crotch, elsewhere in his body. 

Ironically, the bathroom is not what beckons him.

With a devious smirk, he instead tumbles into the bedroom. Through the moonlit drapes, a wave of beady eyed babies stare back at him.

“Hello freaks,” he chuckles. They probably miss you too. Honestly it’s really rude, if you think about it, the way you abandon your buddies here AND Joel all in one night? Atrocious behavior. Someone ought to teach you better.

“Daddy’s home."

He falls forward, his knees catching the edge of the bed. An array of colorful volunteers practically jumping up and down at his presence to be engulfed by the precious aroma of Joel Miller.

That’s how drunk-Joel is seeing it. In reality, if they could run for their fluffy lives, they would. 

A quick hand snatches one yellow blob by its neck. His eyes struggle to get a clear picture—whether from the alcoholic haze or the darkness obscuring his vision. Possibly both. The dark bill and flappy arms come into focus.

“Duck,” he muses to himself. “Bet ya name is Duckie, some shit like that. She ain't good with the namein.” He rolls the unfortunate one over to its back, inspecting its caliber. Its definitely older: matted fur smushed down in certain areas, lack of vibrant coloring, some faded and torn edged fabric on its bow tie. Bitty holes sewn up here and there with mismatched (and poorly seemed) threaded needle. Your college waitressing job used to be for a place called the Quavern, so this little guy’s gotta be your graduation farewell from that team.

“Well mister Quakers. You n' me gonna get to know each other real well right now. Got something I need ya to hold f’me,” Joel slurs. One hand frees the button of his jeans while the other begins to prod at a loose tear in poor DuckDuck’s underside. He pokes and prods and scissors a little too harshly with his sausage fingers before a tell-tale rip echoes in the room. “Oops,” he chuckles with very little guilt as he forces the hole a bit wider and palms his crotch a bit harder. 

Yeah, he gets hard when touching your stuffed animals. He can’t help it! With all the naughty activities you do with them, they’re practically hug buddies by day, sex toy by night. His mind feels foggy, but the building sensation along his lower stomach is the only thing churning his actions. With a few lazy pumps, Joel slots his mushroom tip at the cottony hole he’s made in the poor plush. He pushes through, groaning with his head tossed slightly back as dry softness envelops his pulsing length. 

“Shit—that’s it. Take it little guy.” He bites his lips and peers below, watching his dick penetrate the stuffed animal.

He knows he should put it down, sew it up, put it back, and go do his business in the bathroom like a good, well trained boyfriend. But then again, he knows how fucking pissed you’ll be if he defiles your plushies again. Then you’ll never leave him unattended at home, and that means more pussy drinking and rubbing on these fuckers for him.

Joel doesn’t even realize he’s pissing inside the poor animal until it starts to sag heavily with the weight and wetness coating his hand. “Ooohhhhhhhhhh,” he gasps with furrowed brows. As his bladder empties, the duck grows damper and darker, the fur and cotton soaking it up from the inside out until it’s dripping down his ballsack.  He thrusts inside a few times, the warm wet sensation making him choke out a curse. It’s not quite like your pussy, but the heat is better than nothing. He pushes it flush against his pubic bone, another rush of liquid hissing through and muffled by Mr Quack’s soft innards.

If he wasn’t so fucking wasted right now, he’d fuck it into oblivion. give it the good ol'Miller beating. Fertilize its eggs, if you will. But with his bathroom situation now relieved, Joel yanks the thing off and chucks it to the ground. His brain collapses just as he falls towards the bed, drowning in his own much needed slumber.

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you shake your head and laugh, hands on your hips at the sight in front of you.

Joel’s out cold face forward in your bed. His jeans are loosely wrapped around his hips and his old tee still on, so if it wasn’t for his loud snoring, you’d assume the man was dead. He hadn’t even made it fully on the bed, his tip toes still holding him up on the floor and legs dangling at an angle.

A few of your stuffed animals had managed to crawl out from underneath him, scattered around when he most likely dropped onto the bed. You pick them up one by one: dusty Carly the Crow, the now famed Mr Oinkers (with battery pack turned OFF), Whiskers the Cat, and poor old Puddles the Duc—

Your disgusted screech has Joel sitting up so fast he nearly capsizes off the bed. The confused, hungover lump is met with his bewildered and screaming girlfriend who’s yanking him by the neck and wringing him viciously with as much might as you can muster.

“STOP—FUCKING—PISSING—IN—MY—PLUSHIES!” You roar with wild eyes and gritted teeth, choking him within an inch of his life. You shake his neck up and down like you’re going to hammer his head into the bed post. 

It takes him a moment, with wide eyes and hands wrapped around your wrists, before his gaze lands on the poorly discarded evidence of last night: a very overly yellow duck soaking into the floor boards in a puddle of liquid gold.

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[d4ytonaqu33n]

I hump my plushie but I wish it was you😔

[silliestcreature196]

Just saying, suddenly being turned into a plushie would fix me.

[keytwink]

uhm,, d-do u fw boys in skirts?