usfw sideblog to blondmattel.

beautiful, perfect, stunning, amazing, spectacular -

the kiss feels like fresh air in her lungs as barbie takes a shuddering breath. the exhales comes out in the form of a quiet moan against eliot’s lips, fingers of one hand moving up to twist into his hair. if time made the heart grow fonder, than barbie supposed she should consider herself lucky that it had taken so long to get to this point. nothing felt more right than kissing eliot, and being kissed by him in return. a fond hum escapes barbie, this time, the woman smiling into the kiss. her tongue flits out just so to run along his bottom lip, continuing to test the waters. she didn’t want to push him, but barbie thought he wanted this just as much as she did. and so she took a moment to deepen the kiss, too, gently clutching a few strands of his hair to keep him close. she could stay like this all night and be satisfied, but she wanted to feel him, too, if only just once. barbie hoped eliot would give her that.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  she thinks he must be teasing her, because isn’t barbie roberts always a good girl? sweet, polite, and everything else you can think of. she’s looking up from stocking covered knees, right now, blue eyes innocent and crystalline through thick, blonde lashes. there’s a moment where barbie debates answering the question, wondering whether she really needs to. of course she’s going to be a good girl. for steve, she’d be pretty much anything he wanted, as long as he asked. after a moment, she nods, maybe too eagerly, hands crossing in her lap.  ‘ i’ll be good for you, ’  it’s practically a coo as a smile touches either corner of glossy, pink lips.  ‘ i’ll be your good girl, steve, ’     @verbalissm.

and yet, he continues further inward, finally hooking a finger around her pink underwear and pushing it to the side. the moment his tongue wets her clit, barbie gives a high moan, the woman biting her lip as she tries to keep herself quiet.  ‘ ted... ’  is the next sound she lets out, nearly a whimper, hips involuntarily bucking up into his mouth. she doesn’t know what she did to deserve this sort of treatment, but barbie decided she would just be happy it was happening, at all.     @lassosway.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  this is the last time. she swears it is, because barbie can’t keep doing this with him. it’s something she keeps telling herself, over and over, and yet she finds herself once again inside of ken’s home, her dress lifted high up her thighs, knees on either side of his hips, but ken’s clothes are still very much on. that was part of the deal. she wasn’t there to have sex, that wasn’t the plan, but he had given her those eyes - the puppy dog ones, so blue and deep that barbie didn’t know how she had ever said no to them. but she still had to set her boundaries. so he was not inside of her ; this wasn’t real sex. instead, she was moving her hips, allowing her panty covered clit to brush back and forth against his bulging erection, the friction pleasuring them both. hands are on his shoulders for leverage. head falls back and then to the side, blonde locks falling over one arm. part of her liked seeing him like this - bending to her will just enough for her to get him off without barbie even actually touching him. the thought makes her feel bad, but after all the times he had been much too rough with her, she thought she had the right.  ‘ are you gonna come like this? ’  barbie whimpers, wanting to see what he’d say. she speeds up her movements, just for a reaction.     @verbalissm.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  she’s mingling, sharing handshakes and smiles, laughing at jokes that may or may not actually be funny. as much as barbie loved a good party, this one - filled with rich people who, and she didn’t want to be rude but it was true, seemed like a bunch of snobs - was making her want to go home. unfortunately, the woman was too polite to excuse herself this early, and so she sipped from her second glass of champagne and continued to make small talk. head turns a bit to glance at tommy when barbie feels her plus one press up against her, hand slinking around her waist, pulling her against his chest. then he’s whispering in her ear as soon as the two men she had been talking to took their leave from the conversation. the words cause barbie’s breath to hitch, that familiar warmth spreading across her cheeks, and also between her thighs. the dress did hug her in all the right places, and she knew that tommy had already seen what she was wearing underneath, as they had gotten dressed together that evening. she’s smiling when she lifts her glass to pink lips again, gazing out amongst the party goers before she murmurs back a response.  ‘ then take me. i doubt anyone would notice we’re gone, and this house is so big... ’  she trails off, but she thinks he’ll understand what she means - there was a room they could occupy, somewhere.     @proofwhisky.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  there are two things she knows very well about herself: she’s a good girl, kind and sweet, in every aspect of her life ; and, as ambitious as she is in her line of work, in these certain situations, barbie is not normally the one who was in control. she’s taken care of, touched, felt, and filled up. often on her back, golden hair sprawled out around her head like a halo. that’s what she was used to, and there was nothing wrong with that, but listening to jack describe everything he wanted to do to her, while also giving barbie the option of telling him exactly what she wanted - it excited her. another shuddering breath is taken, allowing the man to move her, blue eyes meeting his as she wets her lips.  ‘ you won’t. i’m not scared, i know... i know you love me, ’  the idea of having his marks of adoration all over her, purple and spread out across her body, it makes her want to touch herself. instead, she decides to take charge - one dainty hand reaches for his own, eyes never leaving his as she leads it between her thighs and over her pussy, only covered by damp lace. barbie tries not to moan.  ‘ whenever i... fantasize, about it. about you, i... ’  blush spreads across porcelain skin, unused to talking about thoughts usually trapped in the bedroom. she begins to move his hand back and forth between her legs, slow and steady.  ‘ i see you with your hand around my throat. squeezing... it’s hard to breathe, but i - i like it, it feels... it feels good, ’  barbie is trying hard not to be ashamed, hoping jack wouldn’t judge her. she bites her lip, brow furrowing a bit.  ‘ i’m tired of being treated like i’m breakable, ’  she’s started to move her hips instead of his hand, brushing her still covered clit across his fingers.  ‘ i want you to... fuck me, jack, ’  cheeks continue to flare. she’s never said it before, but it feels good, now that it’s out.  ‘ that’s what i want. will you do that for me? ’

the mirror in front of them is full length, the frame sculpted floral, glittering gold. reflected back at them, barbie can see herself, stripped of her dress, standing only in the lacy panties and bra she had been wearing underneath. behind her, gisele stands with her chest to barbie's back, peering over her shoulder at the mirror, watching barbie with an attentive glint in her eyes. tongue flits out to link pink lips, the blonde taking in a shuddering breath as one of gisele's hands lifts to touch barbie's neck, fingers wrapped lightly around her throat. brow twitches the moment gisele's other hand slides around her waist, tips of her fingers dipping teasingly slow into her panties, and when they brush over her warmth, barbie can't help but to whimper. quiet and soft. blush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks, but barbie can't look away from the mirror. doesn't think gisele would let her, even if she tried. all she could do was stare at the spider as the butterfly spread her legs just a bit for her to reach further down. @devotehd.