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[toxicanonymity]

feeling so horny 😫 for democracy 😫 and being represented by my elected representatives 😫

used resist bot to remind my representatives here in the hellscape that is my home of florida that their job is to represent us and our needs! not their own financial interests or! their religious beliefs!! also felt the need to remind them of the constitution and it's protections of our voting rights!

anyway, speaking of the constitution, we the people of the toxic fanclub, in order to create a more perfect union between the miller brothers cocks and reader's body, establish boners, insure domestic horniness, provide for the common spank bank, promote the general sexy time, and secure the Blessings of Horny to ourselves and our Posterity, do request more of your beautiful musings on Leopard Print. perhaps dp....

Please, you are too funny, I love you so much 😫😫😫 SAVE act | 5calls | resistbot | ask event | event masterlist

cheetah print, pt. 2 of 2

Joel x f!reader x Tommy, 2k words (part 1 here)

"Pussy’s ours,” Joel said, “But the womb is mine.” He grazed your lower belly. “Want ya blowin’ up round with my baby.”

WARNINGS: 18+, PWP, unsafe PIV, double penetration (double vag; vag/anal), dirty talk, degradation, cream pies, breeding kink, huge loads, body/weight talk, cum inflation, miller incest via DP, fuck it we ball. leopard print au NOTES: My miller bros masterlist has fic recs with more DP. BONUS PART HERE

“So ya wrecked her pussy, huh?” Tommy asked.

“Oof,” Joel answered and kneaded your ass. “See for yourself.” They both watched your pussy cling to to Joel’s cock as he slid back nice and slow and told you, “Face down, ass up, sugar.”

You assumed the position, earning a “good girl” from Joel.

You winced at the emptiness, and at the air hitting your dripping cunt. 

“Oh yeah,” Joel observed. He stopped a trickle of cum with his finger and pushed it back in. 

“God damn,” Tommy said. “Nice work.”

Joel spread your pussy lips to show Tommy your insides. “See all that?” 

“Two loads?” Tommy asked. “I ain’t been gone long enough for three.”

“Just one so far,” Joel bragged. 

“No shit,” Tommy said. 

“Told ya those supplements work,” Joel replied. 

The cum began to trickle out again and this time Tommy was the one to catch it on his finger and slide it back into you. “Mmm…. Look like she could use a plug,” Tommy mused. 

“Well i sure as hell ain't done here,”  Joel said, “Long as we got that straight.”

“Yes sir,” Tommy said and untied his board shorts.

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“What are you waitin’ for,” Joel asked, “Plug her up.” 

Tommy slid into you, easily bottomed out. “Wrecked ya good, huh?” he murmured. Your pussy winked at his words. 

“Ooh, she still got it though,” Tommy remarked. 

With another shift of his hips, Tommy plugged you up good. “There ya go,” Tommy whispered. 

He held your hips and stayed fully seated inside you, keeping you full, plugging Joel’s cum in your cunt, presumably until Joel was ready to give you more. 

Joel positioned himself in front of you, softening cock in his hand. “Give’m a kiss, baby,” he directed you. You lowered your head, with Tommy’s cock still in your pussy, and took the head of Joel’s cock into your mouth. 

“Good girl. Easy now.”  You sucked him nice and easy while the brothers chatted like you weren’t there. 

Tommy asked, “Remember what we talked about the other night?”

“About takin’ a trip up  north?” Joel asked with his cock hardening again in your mouth. 

“Nah, ‘bout how it’s been a few years since we, uh. . . Shared a hole. At the same time, I mean. Still think this one’s up to it?” 

“Guess we better try her on and find out,” Joel said and twitched in your mouth. “Think there’s room?” he asked his brother. 

Tommy did a little swirl of his hips and said, ”yeah, you got her nice’n open.” 

Joel was stiff in your mouth, and told you, “That’s enough.” He got up and went behind Tommy to look at you wrapped around that dick. 

Joel tilted his head to look at where your body was joined with his brother’s. “Fuck, man, you gotta tell me if she’s leakin’,” Joel said. 

“Just means ya fucked her out good, s’all,” Tommy congratulated him. Tommy demonstrated by scooping up the semen with his fingers and sliding them in along with his cock. 

“What’s the goin’ rate for double-vag these days?” Joel asked and your face burned. When you didn’t say anything, he concluded, “Shit, almost forgot you’re in it for the cock, ain’t that right?” Then Joel said to Tommy, “I want her facin’ me. Gotta see the look on her face.” 

Then Joel laid face up and held his cock for you and said, “C’mere, sugar.” 

As you sank down on Joel’s cock, he said “Look at you all fucked out already. He looked your body up and down. “God damn.” He palmed your tits, slid his hands down your abdomen, and as he raked his fingers over your lower belly, he said, “Tommy ain’t gonna come in here, know why?”

“Cause you found me first? This pussy’s yours?” 

“Nuh-uh. This pussy’s ours,” Joel said, “But the womb is mine.” He grazed your lower belly affectionately with his knuckles. “Want ya blowin’ up round with my baby.” The image made you throb harder. 

“C’mere,” Joel whispered and hugged you toward him. 

In the background, Tommy was lubing up his cock. Then he got in position behind you and used two lubed up fingers to push Joel’s cock down in your cunt, making room for his own cock on top. Tommy’s tip prodded at your hole but didn’t go in. Then he used his fingers to help more. He pushed the head in, wedging it in, smushed on top of Joel’s cock, making you gasp. Then he used his fingers to help push the head in more and adjust your walls so they hugged the tip comfortably. Joel tilted his hip to let out a couple of inches. 

“Ready?” Joel asked. 

“Yeah,” Tommy answered, strained. 

Joel counted, “one, two,” then Tommy pushed half his cock in as Joel’s length slid back into you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you cursed at the stretch. “Fuck fuck fuck, oh, god.” 

Joel smiled as he read the combined pain and pleasure on your face. “She’s good,” he told Tommy. Tommy bit his lip and slid in further, making Joel moan. 

“Good girl,” he praised you. “Look at you, takin’ both these big dicks,” he marveled. 

Your cunt burned and so did your upper body. Two men had their cocks in your cunt at the same time, and their cocks weren’t small. It embararssed you and turned you on. 

“Good girl,” Tommy echoed. “How’d ya know that was gonna work?” he asked Joel. 

“She’s just got that look about her,” Joel said. “Moment I laid eyes on her, knew anything was possible.” 

“Guess so,” Tommy agreed. 

“Plus,” joel continued. “The way she sat right down on your cock last time, and all I did was open the truck door? God damn…. Fuck, that was hot” 

You moaned at the memory and mounting pleasure as your body adjusted to the double girth. 

“Yeah,” Joel whispered. “You liked that.” He rocked his hips under you, making Tommy  grunt at the friction. 

“You sure are somethin’,” Tommy muttered. 

“She’s my somethin’,” Joel reminded him. “How’s it feel sugar?” Joel asked. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, “God, I’m fuck, I’m so stuffed. Packed.” 

Both men moaned and twitched at your words. 

“God, it’s so much, like I could burst,” you said. “Just totally stuffed.” 

“Yeah?How ya fittin’ us anyway?” Joel asked. 

“It’s like everything’s moved out of the way,” you said. “Like, all my insides are pushed apart and up,” you panted, then took a moment for a deep breath. “Like pushing up on my lungs even,” you took another deep breath, then sighed. You reached your hand between you and Joel and felt your tummy. “Fuck, I’m full,” you said. 

Joel fucked you slowly. “Yeah, takin’ these cocks real good. Girl like you needs two cocks, huh? You got the hungriest cunt, sugar. You’re a real good girl. Best kinda girl. God I love this hungry cunt. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Surprised she can talk,” Tommy said. 

“What’d I tell ya?” Joel asked. “She’s a pro….. She was droolin’ for it earlier. Knew she wanted more.” 

“Fuck, I’m so packed—ohh,” You moaned with joel sliding in your cunt with his brother’s dick. 

“Look so hot, baby,” Joel gushed. “Feel so good, takin’ our cocks.”

“Oh,” you moaned. 

“You want some more? Ready for another load?” Joel asked, breathing heavier. “I got more, don’t worry.” 

“I dunno, Joel,” Tommy hesitated, “Fraid I might–” 

“You better not,” Joel warned. “You know your fuckin’ place.” 

Tommy took a deep breath, bit his lip and held still. Joel thrusted a few short strokes, moaning, “oh, yeah,” Then groaned as he pulsed in your cunt, throbbing against your walls and Tommy’s cock as he unleashed a massive load.”

You were speechless, it just pumped and pumped into you. “Fuck, that was a lot,” you panted.

“Ain’t quite—ohh,” Joel moaned, still throbbing. “Fuck,” A few more massive twitches, and he sighed. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow if I don’t pull out,” Tommy warned. 

Joel  was exasperated, “Fuck, it’s gonna leak all over the place,” he complained, “gonna be too loose right now.” 

Your chest was on fire. 

“It’s okay, I — I got it,” Tomy said and squirted lube onto his thumb. He hastily smeared it into your asshole, then pulled out of your overstuffed cunt and slid his used dick right up your taint and started pushing into your ass, making you moan. 

Joel was spellbound by the face you made. 

“Oh, god,” you said. “Fuck.” 

Tommy pushed his dripping cock into your ass, with their cocks now separated by just the thin membrane of your back wall. 

“That feel good too, huh?” Joel asked

Your wrecked face answered as yo nodded. 

Tommy backed up and slid into you, beginning to fuck you slow. “Oh, yeah,” Tommy whispered, “That’s a tight fuckin’ hole….. Good girl,” he said. 

“Fuck, man, I’ve gotta-” Tommy warned. 

“Fuck it, fill’er up.” Joel said. 

“You sure?” Tommy asked. 

“Fill her ass up all ya want,” Joel offered. 

“It’s gonna—it’s gonna be a lot,” Tommy warned, fucking you slowly in the ass. It was a different fullness, still completely packed, but without the burn around their cocks. 

“Yeah,” Joel said. 

Tommy bottomed out and pulsed into your guts, groaning quietly as he came. “It’s—little more,” he panted already having dumped a full load. “Yeah,” he sighed. 

You must have had ten loads worth of Miller jizz in you at that point. You’d never felt so full. Not only did they take up so much space inside of you, it felt like you yourself took up more space. Your belly was pushing against Joel’s happy trail. When Tommy finished coming, he affectionately placed his hands on your sides, then whispered, “Oh, wow,” and slid his hands around front a bit, feeling the swell of your belly. 

“Thought ya said she wasn’t knocked up yet,” Tommy said, caressing your softer, rounder shape. 

“Hell if I know,” Joel said. “Sit up a lil, baby,” he urged you. He slotted his fingers under your arms to help push you up, and tommy moved his hands to cup your tits, pulling you back. “There ya go,” Tommy said. 

Joel’s eyes went dark looking at your fuller belly. “Fuck,” he whispered, and his breaths were heavy. His cock twitched in you, and you looked down and cradled your belly in your hands. “Oh my god,” you whispered. 

Joel moaned and his eyes were glued to your belly as he erupted again, placing one massive hand on your belly as he came. “Oh baby,” he moaned, feeling your skin tighten under his palm with a little more growth. “Oh, fuck.” 

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They helped you get cleaned up. The swelling didn’t go down much after you got off their cocks. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off your belly. You were bracing your hand on it like you were pregnant as they helped get you dressed. It sloshed as you walked. Joel took a picture and sent it to you because you wanted to know how you looked. Looking at the picture, you figured it was right at the line where it could pass for a very serious beer gut or food baby, or both combined. Maybe. Your tits could barely fit in your swim top, though. 

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When you rejoined your friend, she was staring blatantly at your swollen stomach. Your face burned, but you didn’t say anything. “You look different,” she said. 

“Oh, I gained a few pounds,” you told her. “I really didn’t need that extra popsicle,” you cradled your gut. “It’s like I never stop.” 

“I didn’t notice earlier,” she said. “I mean, not that there’s anything to… notice,” still couldn’t peel her eyes away. 

“It’s okay,” you told her. You laid down and caressed your bump under the umbrella, dripping with arousal for the rest of the day. 

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thank you for reading! and thank you for your comments. i've been writing a lot, and your comments and reblogs help keep me going.

And thank you for talking to your senators!

[toxicanonymity]

Dear Toxi,

At your suggestion, I used Resistbot to contact my congress people and representative and asked them to vote “no” on the SAVE act. If you can, I would love for you to write something about Raider Joel and Sweet Pea. They are my favorites. Thanks for all your great writing and your activism!

Thank you for your activism and ask. glad to provide raider. 🫡🖤 SAVE act | 5calls | resistbot | ask event: blorbos for democracy

Feast

raider!Joel x f!reader | 1.9k words

WARNINGS: 18+ PWP, 🐱 eating extravaganza, a little forceful, dubcon overstim, PIV, cockwarming, dark fluff, a bit of angst, light somno, Raider Joel needs a permanent hug. NOTES: Morning after Bodies / The Kiss but can read alone. Ty @iamasaddie for the gorgeous pic, ty @milla-frenchy for listening yrs before i write it sometimes, ty @dark-scape and everyone who supports me 🖤 🖤 Joel miller masterlist

You begin to wake up with Joel's hair tickling your breast as he works his way down your body, dragging his lips over your skin. After spreading your legs and resting them over his shoulders, he presses his open mouth to your hip, then inner thigh. 

His inner thigh kisses get closer and thirstier, sucking at your skin, capillaries bursting with pleasure as they rise to the surface to be seen by only him. Marked for no one but Joel. He noses your cunt and dips his tongue for a taste, then his tongue presses hard into your warmth. You moan quietly, feeling everything, but you're still so tired. It was a peaceful night, restful, but hard to shake the heavy slumber. 

You want to be in his arms, but his big hands holding your hips while he plunges face first into your cunt… It's so good, his arms can wait. The day can wait. The morning light filtering through the clouded window can wait as long as need be while Joel Miller takes his time. 

He laps at your pussy, then sucks at your clit. He flicks his tongue and feels you squirm. He reaches up and palms a breast as he eats your pussy like he hasn't had a meal in days and this might just sate him for the week. 

You throb, and pressure builds in your front, in your blood. His lips and tongue possess your pleasure center. His beard scratches your inner thighs, and you spread your legs further, beginning to squirm slightly under his touch. He looks up for a moment, but his eyes are behind a haze of pleasure, and yours are still closed. 

“Ugh,” you moan and your hips lift into his mouth. 

“Mm,” He grunts into your pussy and continues to play with your clit. He flicks his tongue, sucks hard, and listens to you unravel, closing his eyes, losing himself in the primality of consuming you for his pleasure and yours.

“J-joel,” you breathe, not loud enough for him to hear.  Need to feel his lips on yours again. His lips on… your other lips. The ones on your pretty face, the ones that whimper his name, this time asking, “Joel?” with no reply, only a crescendo of pressure swelling in your core. 

You drift back to the night before, the moment your mouths connected…. you float there with the swelling pressure as your buoy, until the riptide pulls you under, into the ghost of his mouth taking yours, and the pleasure breaks in a crashing wave. Tumbling over your senses, it rolls you onto the shore of his bed, soaked and trembling, gasping for breath with his head between your legs as he swallows your peak. 

The taste of your pleasure, your climax only makes him more voracious. While you're bathing in the high, he licks at your entrance, sucks and swallows. Plunges his tongue into you, searches for more. He tilts his head, fucking you with his tongue from different angles.  He’s a starving canine licking marrow out of bone. 

He brings his thumb to your cunt and holds it there on the spot that makes you whimper with the slightest pressure.  He fucks you with his tongue, then flattens his fingers and rubs at your clit, rolling it it in short quick strokes, building another fire in your belly with his tongue in your core. His thick fingers work you like a tap, drawing more of your arousal to coat his tongue. 

“C'mere,” you whimper, and he doesn't let up. His tongue thrusts into you. He laps over your entrance, up your slippery seam, before plunging his tongue in again, with his hand still aflutter. You squirm and he sucks, and then you're coming against his face, and he moans against your throbbing clit, then nudges it with the strength of his tongue and seals it with an open kiss.  His mouth breaks away to gush, “good girl.” 

Your legs tremble over his shoulders like a gelatin dish carried by heavy steps to the kitchen table where a hungry mouth waits. He holds one thigh, thumb and fingers pressing into the soft flesh over your muscle, and gives it an aggressive kiss, lips smacking as he pulls away and sets his eyes on the feast between your legs again. 

“Can you come here?” You ask, and he glances up at you with his mouth planted between your legs again. 

“It's, it’s too much. I can't,” You whimper. It feels like you could pee, like you could lose complete control. Does he hear you?  

“Joel, Joel,” you repeated. 

He sucks below your clit, flicks his tongue up against it before sucking again. He closes his eyes hard, and his hand comes to your breast.

“come here,” you echo and it comes out strained, stretched by pleasure, pulled apart by him.  You try to sit up, try to use your lower body to nudge him toward you, toward the pillow, but he forces you down, holds you firmly in place. You begin to lift his hand off your breast to break the spell, to get his attention, and his hand seizes your wrist.

Your resistance only makes his mouth more aggressive in its quest to swallow you again. 

You give in.  

He feels you relax, glances up, then interlaces his fingers with yours and it feels all better. The tension leaves your back and legs, your neck relaxes, your head sinks into the pillow. All the tension melts, flowing down to your center where it builds in your depths for a third time. 

His lips break away with a rumbling breath. 

“One more, baby,” he pants, “one more.” 

His tongue runs through your folds, up one side and down the other, circling your juicy hole, then giving it a suck before returning to your clit. 

His hand tightens its grip on yours, so large and commanding. Tight and firm, his palm flexes, his fingers press into the slopes between your knuckles.

His hips rut against the bed as he fucks you with his face. The movement of his ass, the telltale. rhythm of his hips and his tongue together, it tickles something in your solar plexus, opening you with a desperate need to be filled.

His head between your legs dips and pushes his mouth harder in rhythm with his hips against the bed. Tongue, hips, tongue, hips, suck, hips, suck, harder. With a pit opening in your center, you beg, “I need you inside.”  

You find yourself jealous of the mattress, wishing you were the fitted sheet that he was rutting against. Nevermind how many hours you were treated to the same push of his hips. How many nights. Nevermind that his face is buried in your cunt. You want him inside you. 

 A tear rolls down your temple.

You whimper his name, and he takes a breath to promise, “One more and you can rest, baby.  One more.” 

You can do it. You can do it for him. With tension coiling in your depths, with one hand in his, and the other in his hair, you watch his eyelids hover half open, then close with the soft rake of your nails across his scalp. 

Your hips lift with his hungry touch and he moans into your cunt. 

A growl escapes his chest; warm, damp air against your lower mound. The coil winds so tight you fear the snap as you begin to crest. But when the tension breaks and springs you open, the rush of release makes you glad he hadn't stopped. It floods every inch of you with a sizzling buzz.

It makes your body dizzy, and it makes you sleepy. He laps up all your arousal, all your release, everything he can, his hips still moving in rhythm. He slowly fucks the goddamn mattress with you quivering against his tongue. 

And then, finally, he’s done. He licks his swollen lips swallowing more of your taste. His neck and face are pink, the lower half is shiny. His breath is heavy, and so is yours as you recover. 

“I'm comin’, sweet pea,” he assures you. He lets go of your hand to prowl up your body.

He hovers you, and you glance down at his stiff, leaking cock, angry with so much blood and need it can hardly contain. It bounces heavily against your belly, right where you want it inside. 

He reaches down, aligns your bodies, and your breath hitches as he slides into you with a powerful thrust, plunging nearly all his length through your soft walls. He packs you full, just like you wanted. You're tired, so tired, and your face becomes peaceful as you're made whole. 

“You can rest now, baby,” he pants. With his length sheathed in your soft warmth, he slides a hand under your shoulder, pulls you against him, and eases you back into how you were sleeping - on your sides, facing each other. With a grunt, he hikes your leg up so he can bottom out fully with a sigh. 

An aftershock squeezes his shaft, making him shudder. He strokes your face, possessively cups the back of your head, with his thumb on your temple, then he brings his face to yours and kisses you once again.  With your mouths joined, he breathes through his nose, kissing you deep, letting his tongue slide into your warm, soft mouth, feeding you your own taste, collecting more of you for himself. Another spasm echoes from your walls, and his hips jerk. His lips break from yours with a groan, and his cock throbs, erupting warm and heavy.

Deep, so deep.

His pelvis tilts trying to inch ever further into you like he could fill your whole body up if he tried, and maybe he could. But he remains almost completely still as his balls empty into you through the twitch of his cock. 

He interrupts his shaky breaths to kiss you for a few seconds, lips clinging to yours. Then he pulls back to look you in the eyes and asks, “You okay sweet pea?”  

“Yeah,” you whisper with a nod. He holds you, and the rhythm of his breathing feels like a lullaby. 

“Let's stay in bed,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” you whisper in agreement. 

You're wrapped in his arms, full of his cock, almost back asleep when his arms twitch and tighten around you.

“Are you okay?” You ask. 

He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. ‘Course I am, sweet pea.” He kisses your forehead.  But unease grows beneath the peace he feels, slow as cordyceps and just as real.

The truth is, each time your bodies are joined, he’s less sure how to separate them. He's not sure how to get out of that bed without you physically attached to him. Like a limb or a second skin, the thought of shedding you, even for a moment, makes his oxygen drop, unsettles his gut, has his pulse thrumming in his neck. 

“Just... always need more of ya, baby,” he mutters with a shift of his hips, then another deep breath. 

“You have all of me,” you whisper. 

"Yeah," he whispers and nestles your head under his chin where you can feel his thick swallow. 

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Thank you for reading 🖤 I have terrible anxiety with this series sometimes, there's so much I've scribbled and not shared. Your comments help a lot.

Please also consider sharing this fic - it's a great way to help resistance efforts by spreading the ask and links and enticing people who might otherwise scroll past this kind of information.

[toxicanonymity]

Dear Toxi, I wrote yet another letter using Resistbot to once again ask my representatives (and evil governor) about the SAVE act & inquiring about Palestine. Ever since the ceasefire ended I feel like I've seen almost no one talking about it. We must keep pressing our representatives and leaders about this.

Anyways, I'm at the beach today and it got me thinking. Would the Miller brothers (either in Leopard Print or the series you wrote) ever take out dear reader to the beach? Or a lake? Perhaps they would dick her down in a changing room or behind a sand dune. Idk, food for thought 🤔

SAVE Act | 5calls | resistbot | Update - ask senators to vote no on cloture AND bill. TYSM bestie, your activism is appreciated 🖤 leopard print au

cheetah print... pt. 1 of 2 (pt. 2 here)

Joel Miller x f!reader, 3k words | joel masterlist

He pulled you back against the heft in his swim trunks. You were met with a subtle thrust that sent daggers of need up your spine. He touched you like you were together, like you belonged to him. Not like you'd met one time and fucked behind a gas station.

SUMMARY: No-outbreak. Tommy hears you're going to the beach. Joel finds you there and gets you into his beach tent. WARNINGS: 18+ semi-public PinV, dirty talk, dry humping, groping in public, thigh fucking, degradation, cream pie, breeding kink, ass slapping, daddy kink, pet names

If you hadn't been seated in your car, your knees would've buckled under you. You'd seen a few big, dark trucks since the encounter, bringing your chest to a simmer each time, but the back of this one read Miller Bros. When a mustached man in shades reached out the driver's side window to adjust the mirror, your breath hitched, and you didn't exhale until he rolled away. Jesus Christ.

A minute later, it approached from the back and rolled to a stop parallel with you. A pit opened in your chest. Of all the days to be wearing another animal print bikini….

“How ya doin', sugar? It’s me. Tommy." When you didn't manage any words, he added, “The Seat. Remember?” he gestured to the empty passenger seat where you last met.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a forced smile, face burning. “Hey.”

He took off his shades and asked, “Wanna go for a ride?”

“No, I'm uh… I'm on my way to meet a friend.”

“Yeah? Where y'all goin’?”

“The beach.”

“See ya there.”

When he drove off again, he didn't circle back.

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At the beach, for the rest of the day, your eyes darted around not finding him. To get out of the sun, you left your stuff on the beach and put on a light, airy swimsuit cover-up, leaving it open in the front. You got in line at the popsicle stand. You were wet and tingling from thinking about what could happen. What did happen - it was so degrading to everyone involved, so depraved, so devilish. You couldn't think about it without squeezing your thighs together.

You closed your eyes for a moment, wincing at your aching need, when someone stepped into your space from behind.

“Need somethin’ to suck on?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the voice, deep and smooth, not two inches from your ear. Your cover-up shifted as he reached around you. He lightly pinched the border of the open garment and ghosted his fingers down it. You opened your eyes and turned your head just a bit.

Joel brought his lips to your ear. “I got somethin to suck on… or somethin’ to fuck you raw.”

His fingers brushed your bare waist and he said, “ooh, you're hot….even hotter than I remembered”

He laid his palm against your skin and let it wander. He felt your side, your belly, your chest, then cupped your breast, making your lips part as your nipple hardened through the thin fabric and the person in front of you stepped forward in line. You followed suit. He stepped forward, even closer than before, placed his palm on your lower abdomen and pulled you back against him, right against the heft in his swim trunks. You were met with a subtle thrust of his hips that sent daggers of need from your tailbone up your spine.

He touched you like you were together, like you belonged to him. Not like you'd met one time behind a gas station.

When it was your turn in line, you expected Joel to back off, but he did the opposite. He dipped his four fingers into the front of your swimsuit bottoms leaving his thumb on the outside. His middle finger wiggled ever so slightly on your clit.

The Popsicle salesman turned bright red before quickly averting his eyes.

“What flavor did you want?” He asked, looking down into the freezer rather than at you.

Joel dipped his hand lower in your suit, and his thumb took your swimsuit down with his hand as his middle finger reached your slick and he growled. “Giver somethin’ creamy,” he answered for you.

A force field around you was vibrating against the reality of the moment, letting you exist there like a dream. The popsicle guy cleared his throat.

You handed the cash to the guy. Joel only took his hand out of your swimsuit to take the pop from him, shiny fingers and all.

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Joel put his arm around you, guiding you toward a wall. Then he unwrapped the creamy pop and took a long slurp of it as you leaned with your back against the wall. He braced his arm on the wall above you and laid his hardness against you. Your hand twitched with the urge to shove it down his shorts, to take him right there against the wall. He brought the pop to your lips, and watched your lips accept it as he pushed more of it in. “Yeahhh,” he whispered, and his hips pushed forward as the rest of the pop slid into your mouth. “Good girl.” His eyes flickered up from your spread lips to your eyes, and half his mouth twitched into a smirk at your lustful gaze. He fed you the pop, controlling the pace, grinding against you at the same pace. “You feel that?” he asked.

“Mmm,” you hummed into the popsicle,

“How long til it’s inside you, huh?”

“Mm,” you looked at him.

“How long til you're packed with this big cock?

Five minutes?” he asked with a slow rut against your front in rhythm with the popsicle pushing back into your mouth. “Three?”

“Mmm,” your eyes closed with the next stroke of his hard cock. “Ohh,” your mouth opened slightly.

“Ohhh, that sounds more like sixty seconds,” Joel teased and removed the pop from your mouth, bringing it to his own for a long, sensual slurp. “See,I was thinkin’ I might take my time, but…”

Your phone rang, pulling you out of the moment. It was your friend down on the beach. “I gotta grab some sunscreen while I’m up here,” you told Joel.

“Nah, I got plenty,” he said. “I'll put it on ya, too.’

After texting your friend that you’d be back a little later, you and Joel headed down to the beach.  “I saw your brother earlier,” you said. 

“He behave himself?” Joel asked. 

“Uh… yeah.” 

“Yeah, he knows better than to fuck my girl without me.”  Joel gave you ass a little pop, then grabbed and jiggled it. 

“Your girl, huh?” 

“What, you like Tommy? He can put his dick in you, if ya want…” Joel looked at you as though curious about your reaction. “But when it’s time to fill ya up, that’s all me, baby.” 

“You’re bad,” you said. 

“Oh baby, you’ll find out. C’mon, there’s some privacy in the tent. 

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In the tent, Joel rolled the back of it down, so the only opening was facing  toward the water.  People could walk by, but they'd have to turn their head and look. At least that's what you told yourself. Didn't take much convincing. 

He picked up some sunscreen and set it next to him as he got behind you. His lips brushed the nape of your neck. 

“Been thinking ‘bout this,” he admitted. His nose brushed your hair as his hands roved your body and you melted into his touch. “Wishin’ you were workin’... wishin’ I had your number… “ At the same time: a squeeze of your breast, a cup of your mound. “be your number one customer, baby.” He worked both hands, big and gentle, dragged his lips down the shell your ear, then sucked the lobe. Could he feel it was on fire? Fuck, to think about y’alls first time… The way he thought you were for sale. How offended you were, and turned on…. 

“Such a good girl, lettin’ me fuck you in a goddamn parkin lot,” he murmured, dragging his lips against your skin. He pulled you close, so you could feel the shape of his cock even stiffer than moments ago.  “Lettin’ me fuck you full’a my load…” He rutted against you, making you drip. “Comin’ on a stranger’s cock while he fucks a baby in ya…. Fuck, Nothin hotter.”  Your insides were hot, swollen, yearning to be filled.  

“Thought maybe one day I’d see ya with a pretty dress and a baby bump.” A voracious need ignited in your core. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his cock thick and rock hard, digging against the upper flesh of your butt, making you gush and buzz. 

Knocked up behind a gas station? So deranged, so arousing…

“Just as happy to see ya like this…. like a gift I’m boutta unwrap.” 

He tugged at your halter string, and it fell loose.

A glob of sunscreen squirted into his massive palm, he tossed the bottle aside, and rubbed his hands together. 

Wrapping his arms around to your front, he started with your chest. “Most sensitive skin's right here,” he said, sliding his fingers up your sternum to your neck.  He paused with his hand around your neck. “How’s that feel?” His thumb added light pressure.

“Good,” you said. He rubbed the lotion into your chest, between your breasts, then directly on them, with your halter dangling below his big masculine hands as they cupped your breasts. “Gotta get the whole body, cause if your swimsuit moves….” 

He continued the sensual breast massage, and you audibly sighed.

“That feel good?” he asked. 

“Yes.” 

“Get you all tingly. Get you all wet?” he asked. 

“Mmm,” you replied. “I was already wet.” 

“Already wet for me,” he murmured. “....Cause ya let me feel ya up at the goddamn popsicle stand,” he said with an edge, bringing a flash of heat to your face. “Poor baby, must be dyin’ for it."

“I could take care of that for ya,” he offered, massaging your breasts and then moving lower to your stomach. He stopped short of your bikini bottom. “Only one problem, he said. Now I got lotion on my hands.” His hands slithered over your body, feeling every curve. “Don’t wanna make ya burn or nothin’,” he mumbled. “So how’m I gonna get ya off?” He spread his knees,straddling your legs wider, finding a lower angle. Then hee grinded his hard dick against you, prodding at your lower crack. “Hm?” 

He pulled one the string of your bikini bottom, then the other. “You want me to take care of this, don't ya?” He asked, pulling the loose swimsuit from between your legs, holding it up to see how wet it was.

“Mmmm,” he observed. 

His hands left your body only to pull down his swim trunks, making his warm, smooth shaft spring against the bare skin of your ass cheek. He took his shorts fully off, then resumed his position. 

Without using his hands, he thrusted against your backside. He held your waist and you tilted your hips for him. “Good girl,” With the angle just right, his cock slid right between your thighs, with no help from his hands. . “Unggh—There we go,” he said. He moved his hips nice and slow, pushing his cock through the snug tunnel of your thighs and dripping pussy. His girth pushed your folds out of the way, and the fat head of his cock nudged your clit. You kept your thighs squeezed together, nearly breathless from the perfect pressure of his dick against your naked heat. Your head tilted up, eyes closing in pleasure. He massaged  hips and your thighs while rutting against your dripping heat. 

It was more than enough to get you off. You tensed your abdomen, very aware of the swell of arousal deep in your gut, threatening to burst into the stratosphere. You squeezed your thighs together tighter, making him moan out loud.

He rubbed the lotion into your hips and sides, and when his hands were no longer wet, he brought them back to your breasts, lightly cupping them with each nipple between two fingers on each breast. He began to thrust in faster, smaller motions, grunting, sighing. 

Fuck, he felt good, and you were close, so close, your body tensed. 

“Breathe, baby,” he said. “Let it happen—Mmm.”

You obeyed with the next nudge of his tip against your clit making it pound with pleasure.

“Fuck, I feel it,” he said. The pressure pounded and released, and as it faded, you could only think, that better not be the only one I get. 

Badly needing him inside you, you leaned forward, getting on your hands hands and knees and tilting your hips.  

Joel let out a low whistle, and began to fuck your thighs again. 

The lack of penetration was driving you crazy. 

“Fuck me,” you demanded. 

“Do I even know your name, babygirl?” His stiff cock must have been aching, still sliding through your folds. “Just want me to fuck you raw, huh?” 

“Put it in me,” you agreed. 

“Ow,” he reacted. “Well, god damn… a woman who knows what she wants.” 

“Give it to me,” you pleaded.

“Where ya want it?” he asked. 

“In my pussy, god.” He had you dying for it. 

He slid his cock through your folds, one last time. “Ohhh I feel her twitchin’ for me, baby.” 

You tilted your hips and the head caught at your entrance. “Yeah,” he whispered, then began to push. You pushed back on him, then forward just a bit, to keep the skin from catching. Then the rest of his cock slid through your soft walls, pushing a moan out of you with his girth. 

“Fuck,” you breathed as he bottomed out with a grunt. 

“Forgot you were tight,” he muttered, stiff and throbbing. He placed a hand on your lower back as he withdrew a few inches, then slammed back in.  “Oh, fuck yeah, you're real tight,” he said as he fucked you.  You moaned with each thrust, each throb, each grunt, each rumble from his chest. 

“Ain’t got fucked right in a while, huh?... Well, daddy's here,” he reassured you, making you spasm on his cock. 

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “You like that…. Oh, fuck. Take it good for daddy,” he gushed as he fucked you. Your ass pushed back on him in perfect rhythm. “God damn, this ass,” he said, grabbing a handful, then giving it a pop. “Uggh,” he groaned, burying his cock in you, watching your cunt swallow it right up.  He spat on your asshole and pressed gently on it with his thumb, spreading the spit around, then adding more. 

“You like it here, too?” he asked. 

Sure, you’d like it goddamn everywhere from this freak. But there was only one thing on your mind. “Stay where you are,” you demanded. 

“Damn, just gettin’ to know ya’s all,” he said. “No way I’m leavin’ this pussy empty. You know that, baby……Fuck, she takes it real good.” 

He slammed into you with a growl.

The rhythm was a perfect overlay with the waves outside. The lap of skin and the wind against the tent. The heavy breaths and growls and moans. 

Jesus Christ, you've had his cock buried in you for minutes and it seemed to only get bigger… a mind-numbing fullness, making your eyes glaze over. 

“Fuck, you're big,” you breathed, feeling him in your guts. 

“Yeah, you need a big cock, don’t ya?” He said, he slammed to the hilt and grinded his hips, letting you feel just how deep he could. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whined. 

“Need a real big cock to fuck this pussy right.” 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, daddy. Oh, fuck me.” 

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, grinding deep again. “Oh, fuck.” 

You pushed back on him, making him “Mmmmmmm–oh, baby,” before catching another rhythm. 

He asked, “Member our deal? Free if I come inside….” 

“Come in me,” you said. 

“You, uh,” he started to ask a question, then muttered, “fuck it, I don't wanna know.” 

His cock twitched. He fucked you harder. He gripped your hips and sped up to a punishing pace, one that took skill. “Fuck,” he panted. “You ready for it?....You ready?” his question broken by the effort of his hips. 

The pleasure overwhelmed your body. You thought you might pass out. 

“You gonna come on this cock, baby”  he asked and slowed down when you simply moaned in response. 

“Fuck, you're hot,” he breathed. “Nothin’ like a hot slut at the beach.” And he smacked your ass. “Fuck,” he said, “you dunno what I’d pay for this pussy.”  He sped up again. 

“You oughtta try it,” he panted, “Make bank with this pussy.”  

All you could do was moan in response. 

“Fuck yeah,” he said. 

“Don't stop,” you begged, so close…

“Not ‘til you're full,” He reassured you. “Not til my swimmers are all up in your guts.” He slammed into you, grinded his hips again, “pourin’ outta ya.” The friction sent you tumbling over the edge. 

You groaned as you came, and he slowed, nearly to a halt. “Fuck, yeah.”

You hardly noticed the shadow outside the tent as you choked him.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me good, baby,” he breathed, and fucked you through it slowly.  And then he bottomed out deep, and pulsed. “Ohhh” he groaned, spilling his seed inside you.

A voice came from outside the tent, then Tommy appeared in the open side. “Ten’s a rockin’, and I ain’t knockin’....”

“I’m a-knockin’ her up,” Joel said, fully seated in your cunt. 

“Well look at her all fucked out,” Tommy smiled with admiration.  He gently touched your dissheveled hair, then thumbed your lip. “She’s a beaut.” 

“I miss all the fun?” Tommy asked. 

“Hell no,” Joel said. “Just helpin’ with her sunscreen. Ain't even got the back yet.”

“Is that right, Tommy asked, then wet his lips, looking at your tits. He unscrewed a bottle of water and got on his knees and tilted it to your lips. You lapped some as it trickled out of the bottle. 

Joel’s hands were steady on your ass and he pulled his hips back just a bit for one last thrust and sigh. 

“Fuck. She's good. She's so tight, man.” Joel said. “I mean, wrecked right now, but--- You need a break, baby? Whatcha wanna do?” 

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[toxicanonymity]

Toxi your post about contacting reps for the save act, made it SO EASY to do!! 🥳🥳 Thank you for the amazing work you’re doing. Seeing so many of your followers/moots do it, helped give me the courage to just do it!!!

Can I request a continuation of In The Park? That fic had me in my (smut) feels so harddd 🥵🥵🩷🩷 please and thank you!!

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Ahhhh, Mrs.!! 🩷🩷 I'm so happy to hear this. Ty for doing it and for sharing. This continues where In the Park stopped.

Parked

joel miller x f!reader, 850 words WARNINGS: 18+ PWP, public, unsafe car sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise.

He had you right where he wanted, speared on his cock, spread open by his girth. Your eyes glazed over, so full of him, you could hardly speak, only let out “ah,” or “uh,” with each lift of his hips sinking deeper into you. “Good, yeah,” he breathed. His neck vein bulged and he bit his lip as he fucked up into you, deep and slow, then exhaled, “Ohh, fuck, baby.” Under his damp mop of curls, his eyes were dark and alive, possessing every inch of your body.

His hungry gaze and his hands grabbed and groped your curves, palmed your soft skin, kneaded your ass cheeks, wielded you on his cock. Unrestrained, he growled and grunted as his hips picked up the pace. He sucked and licked at your neck and jaw. Up and down his big, stiff shaft, you rode like a carousel. His mouth devoured yours, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pulled his lips away and fed himself your tits again. If he could consume every part of you at once, he would. The dashboard fogged, even with the door still open as he feasted on you and you melted around his cock. Clothes strewn around the car like the skin of his prey. 

"Ah,” you moaned.

“Uh,” he grunted, “Fuck.”

Your eyelids became heavy and your head tilted up.

“God damn, you’re hot,” he gushed. “You think about this last night?” he asked through heavy breaths.

You could only moan in response, starting to twitch in the front.

“I thought about this,” he confessed. “Thought about it this mornin’, too—oh, baby.” He grabbed your jaw. “You think about it? Huh?”

“mm–mmhmm.” No use lying. You thought about it a lot. Not like this, but — there were plenty of highlights that would run through your mind.

“Yeah, I know you think about it,” he said, then held you by the waist and pushed himself back against the seat to get a good look at you. “Mmmm,” he moaned at the view. His legs were so strong – his hip flexors– he seemed to lift you with such little effort. He watched where your bodies were joined, and his mouth hung open as he watched your cunt swallow his stiff, swollen cock. His thick, smooth shaft sliding in and out of your wet pussy, deeper and tight.  

He grabbed your thighs as he watched you take him, and he growled “mmm,” from his chest. Then he took his sweat-blotched shirt off over his head. His torso emerged—His chest and neck were flushed. His pecs pumped up, delts hulking. You only got a flash of the view before he wrapped his arms around you again and wet his lips, admiring your face with pupils like black holes, sucking you into him again, taking your mouth to his, fucking you from the bottom, his mouth breaking away only to moan or let out a string of curses. 

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he breathed. Your hips rolled in rhythm with his strokes, “Love how ya take this cock,” he gushed.  “Been thinkin 'bout me up in this,” he said “think about fuckin’ the shit outta you–ohh,” his thrusts became more intense, pushing a moan out of you. “Yeah, just like that,” he panted, “good girl, oh, good girl, fuck.”

Your cunt convulsed, making him groan as you fell apart on his cock. 

“Attagirl,” he praised, chest heaving and sweating buckets as your climax tore through you, “Fuck, that’s my bad girl. Yeah,” he fucked you through it. “Bout to give ya what ya want,” he watched your pretty face contort with bliss. “I’m comin’ baby, bout to blow this load, ughh– s’all yours, baby, fu–”  he went quiet for a moment and thrust upward, pulling your hips down. His shaft twitched and he groaned in release. Slowly bringing his hips down, then jerking them up again with another sigh as each pulse of his cock drained his balls into you.

You both were wrecked with pleasure. All over your faces, all over the scene. The sex hung thick in the air. Your clit twitched with aftershocks after he finished.  

“God damn,” he chuckled, and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he pushed your hair out of your face. “Most beautiful girl in the world.” He thumbed your lip, then brought your head to his and kissed you. “You good?” he asked, and you nodded. “Sorry if I scared ya,” he said, but it sounded more like a test than an apology. Like he was looking for an answer. You shook your head, “you’re right, I shouldn’t have been out here alone.”

You began to push yourself off him.

“Waitwaitwai-” he began to protest. “Ahh,” he sighed in resignation as his cock slid out of you.

He lazily tucked himself away, helped gather your clothes and offered to get you a coke, which made you laugh. 

He opened the driver door for you and let you in, then braced his hands above the window. “Alright, well,” He tapped the roof of your car. “Night, pumpkin.” 

Your skin buzzed as you rode home with the windows down. 

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Hii! Appreciate you using your platform to encourage action against the fascist gov in the states. I did 5 calls today to senators about the SAVE act vote, have been participating in protests across NYC monthly at minimum, and protesting at Columbia for Mahmoud Khalil as a member of the uni community there. Anon to protect my identity from Columbia.

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Joel x f!reader | 1780 words | Joel masterlist

“Good girl,” he said and got the joint from the nightstand...“Now c’mere,” he added with commanding eyes. You playfully whined at the prospect of moving. He tilted his head...You got on your hands and knees and stretched. He bit his lip and nodded.

SUMMARY: A playful, intimate, and hot wake & bake romp. WARNINGS: I8+ weed, shotgunning, praise, unsafe p in v NOTES: night walks AU (after tired & rested ). can read alone.

You slept like a baby in his embrace. He even managed to resist waking you up for sex. He had said he couldn't promise he'd behave in the morning, but he knew you needed sleep, so he tried. His body was flush against yours, his leg over yours, with his foot resting on the bed, his heel against your ankle. 

He smelled you before fully waking. Your shampoo, or your soap, and your pheromones. Your Scent carried a whole wave of comfort and familiarity, stirring affection in his heart before he knew what or who he smelled. 

As he roused into a half-awake state, he imagined he had broken into your basement again. But after a moment, the thrum of the fan told him this was his bed. A bed where he normally slept alone.

He could get used to this, he mused for a moment, then his face heated as his thoughts became fully conscious. you shifted slightly in your sleep, and your nipple dragged against his forearm. He sharply inhaled and his hips pushed forward in a reflex, pressing his erection harder against you. 

If you weren't wearing anything, it would be a lot more difficult, but your cold nature left you in your pants and camisole whereas he had stripped. 

He took in a slow breath with his nose pressed to the nape of your neck. His hips rocked in a subtle motion he couldn't stop, aching to put it in you. But  he wanted to know how you felt first. You had been upset by the pool before he found you. He wanted to be what you needed and also inside you. 

Wake and bake, he thought to himself and after giving you a little squeeze and a light kiss on the crown of your head, he willed himself himself to roll over to his nightstand where he had some good shit.

You stirred with the loss of your comfy cocoon. You didn't fully wake up, but you turned onto your back and you looked so pretty.

The shape of your lips, the curve of your breasts.  The way your face scrunched slightly. And then it scrunched more. You rolled toward him, and he laid a hand gently on your head. “Mornin’, pumpkin.”  A little smile flashed onto your lips before your eyes  even opened.

“Baby, you've made me believe in beauty sleep. Always wake up gorgeous.” 

You turned your head slightly into the pillow with a shy smile. He asked, “How do i look?” puffing out his chest a bit with an expectant tilt of his head. His muscles looked great but a tent in the sheet was tugging at your peripheral vision. You finally glanced there and the sliver of skin you could see under the sheet made you answer, “naked” with a chuckle. 

He looked down at himself. “It's hot work bein’ your personal heater, ya know. You still cold?” 

“Not really… You did a good job.”

He took a puff of the joint and you reached for it. He held it back playfully and said, “dare ya to get naked.” 

You giggled into the pillow and then your eyes met with playful affection. “You triple dog dare me?” 

“Quadruple dog,” he replied. “Five dog.”

You said okay, and he lowered himself to be at your level and he looked from your eyes to your lips, and brought his lips millimeters away from yours before slowly releasing the smoke.

You sucked in the smoke with your eyes closed. As you held it in your mouth, he couldn't resist pressing his mouth to your upper lip, and then your cheek.

As you exhaled against the side of his face, he palmed your breast, then his thumb tugged at the camisole's strap. 

“Lemme help ya with that,” he said and reached way back to put the joint in an ashtray on his nightstand. You sat up and lifted your arms.

“Attagirl,” he said as he pulled your top off and “Mmm” when your breasts fell free. 

“Ladies,” he greeted them.  

“ladies?” you giggled.

“Hadn't named’em…” 

He tugged at your waistband and you removed the pants.

“Good girl,” He said and got the joint from the nightstand, still holding it away from you. “Now c’mere,” he added with commanding eyes.

You let out a playful whine at the prospect of moving. He tilted his head.

You got up on your hands and knees first, and stretched. 

He bit his lip and nodded. 

Then you made your way into sitting -  you were gonna sit next to him, but once you were up on your knees, you found yourself going straight for his lap. 

You tugged the sheet off his lap, exposing his hard cock and thighs. He raised his eyebrows, and you sucked your bottom lip with a playful glint in your eye as you straddled him. 

“Hell yeah,” he said, “that's my girl.” You hovered and looked down at his thick stiff cock and felt your breath deepen as you lowered yourself.  You descended to just the right spot, so your naked front was pressed right up against his hard-on.

“All yours,” he murmured with a little tilt of his hips as he held the joint up to your mouth.

You took a short puff then pulled your head back and he set it aside. He looked back and forth between your breasts and palmed them with the reverence some men reserve for artwork. His hand pressed against one, framing the nipple in the crook of his thumb. His other arm nudged you into moving up a few inches. He took a deep breath through his nose, then tongued the sensitive skin as his mouth covered it. 

His eyes closed and brow furrowed as he sucked and tongued at your nipple and breast. “Mmm,” he moaned, and you throbbed. His dick twitched against you. Arousal surged through your blood like a drug.

God, you needed him bad. 

He pulled himself away, and your hips rolled, grinding against his hardness as he paid attention to the other one. Then he pulled himself away with a smack and licked his bottom lip. 

“Pumpkin, I know I've said it, and I'll say it again, but from the bottom of my heart… you are so goddamn hot.”

You smiled and replied, “okay… I know you know it, but you're pretty hot yourself,” then bit your lip at the admission. 

His eyes widened with an impressed raise of his brows. “You think I'm hot?” He asked, and you would've rolled your eyes if it was just a compliment, but it was an understatement if anything.

“There's something about you,” you said. 

“She thinks I'm hot,” He gloated, and you playfully gave his muscular chest a little punch.

“Prove it, baby,” he said.  

That was all you needed to rise up on your knees again, giving clearance for his cock. Then you held it at the base and slid it through your ample slick. That was proof. Solid evidence. He took in a chest full of air, looking sexy as hell with his hair disheveled his eyes blown out with lust. Then he watched you notch his cock at your entrance, and his mouth opened as your snug, wet cunt swallowed his tip. You sank down on him, and he moaned in a haze of desire. You didn't bottom out right away on your own. When you lifted up an inch, leaving the smooth skin of his dick shiny and wet, he grabbed your ass. He pulled you down on his cock, fully seating himself all the way in your warmth. 

“Fuck, pumpkin,” he breathed. He cradled your face and pulled it toward his, kissing you deep with an inhale through his nose. Your lips fit together, and his cock twitched inside you as his tongue plunged into your mouth. His hips rocked under you at the rhythm of your kiss. You licked into his mouth, pulling a short moan out of him as he accepted your tongue, caressing it with his. 

Your hips moved, meeting his cadence. A gentle ride, more of a joystick pivot than up and down, to start. His hands possessed you as you made out.

He groped your ass, your breasts. 

He pulled you tighter, wrapped an arm tight around you, and when he broke the kiss with an urgent breath, he lifted you enough to begin fucking you from the bottom, bouncing you on his cock.  He kissed your neck, breathing audibly and moaning into your jaw, grunting against your cheek, as he fucked you, and your hips rocked together.

“God damn, you're fuckin’ perfect,” he breathed. “Th’way you ride this cock.” He thrust up and let you down, with his cock even deeper. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Yeah, lemme see ya ride it. He pulled his head back against the wall, captivated by the way you moved. You planted your hands on him, one on each pec, and rolled your hips. Keeping his cock deep inside, you tilted forward and grinded against his pubic bone, moaning at the synchronized pressure on your cunt and the nudge of his cock in your depths. 

“God damn, that's good,” he marveled. “Yeah, just like that.” 

You felt fuller with each drag of his girth through your soft walls. The fullness made your mouth fall open, then his head came off the wall. His neck began to stretch, then when you moaned again, his core flexed as he came off the wall and wrapped an arm around you. His mouth took yours again, and you gladly surrendered it to him. You kissed and fucked, sliding against each other, pressed together. With your arms around his neck, you breathed against each other's mouths. His cock throbbed, and you whimpered.

Pleasure built in your belly, in your chest, then seized your body with a shaking release that nearly had you choke on a moan. “Baby,” he moaned as your climax hugged his cock so good.  “Feel so–oh, fuck–” His body jerked as his first rope shot into you, with your thighs already trembling from your own release. He kissed you as you finished milking his cock, each warm burst in your core had him moaning a little softer into your mouth. 

When your mouths separated, your foreheads came gently together. You breathed each other's breath, and you only realized your hand was in his hair after you absent mindedly raked your fingernails over his scalp and he hummed, “Mmm.”

He planted a firm kiss on your neck, and held you until you started dozing off and he leaned back against the wall, stroking your back, softening inside you, content for you to stay like that as long as you wanted.

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[toxicanonymity]

Hello my beautiful Toxy 🖤 I wrote a letter using Resistbot to oppose my state governors use of DOGE to try and filter out important educational programming in my state of Florida. Ron DeSantis is a fucking coward and utilizing DOGE in our education system here would be incredibly harmful !

I was wondering if I could get a blurb for my main man Night Walks ? 🖤🍃 (I know you just did one!!! So if not that's ok!!)

I love that you are doing this btw, a really great incentive to get people to contact their representatives !!!

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Olivia, that's amazing 🖤 well done speaking up. We should all demand accountability and also ask our elected officials to vote no on the SAVE act.

In the park

Joel miller x f!reader | night walks au

WARNINGS: 18+ predator/prey type behavior, dubcon touching in public, PIV, 630 words of this filthy creep, coming in hot. . . and it continues here.

Fireflies were beginning to to dot the treeline and you knew you shouldn't be at the park alone at this hour. But you weren't *completely* alone. It wasn't deserted - you could still hear the tink of baseball on metal bat in the distance. That's where Joel had been. He’d come to sell weed to one of the little league coaches and got caught up in conversation with an old friend... Until he noticed you. By the time Joel caught up, you had taken your sweat soaked T-shirt over your head, getting ready to stretch before leaving. A humming coke machine was the only light nearby.

As Joel approached from behind, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, sensing a presence. Before you could run, he grabbed hold of the sports bra between your shoulder blades, and pulled you back toward him. His hand covered your mouth before you could scream, and your heart jumped out of your chest.

“Hey, princess,” he greeted you in your ear, and you felt a wave of relief at the sound of his voice “it's just me.”

He spread his fingers enough for you to say “what the hell, Joel” And you kind of tried to pull away from him, but he held you in place and wrapped his arms around you from behind until you stopped your halfhearted struggling and just breathed. He didn't have to hold your mouth.

His hand glided up your dewy stomach and under your damp bra. “Walkin’ without me?” His voice was husky. “Dangerous” He cupped your breast and palmed your hardened nipple and his dick twitched against your back side. “But god damn, ya feel even better than ya look.”

With one hand still in your bra, he shoved his other hand down your shorts. He rubbed your clit rapidly, expertly, and sucked at your ear, then under your ear. Massaging your breast with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other, he had you like putty in his hands. When you let out a soft moan, he slid his fingers down your slit and murmured, “yeah, now she's ready for me.”

He slid his hand out of your shorts and licked his fingers, then took your keys out of your shorts pocket. He slid his other hand out of your bra and put his arm around you. “Gonna walk ya to your car.” You followed his lead in silence.

When the two of you got to your car, he opened the passenger door and instructed, “take your shorts off” as he sat down in your car. He pushed the seat back to make more room. When you didn't comply right away, he looked you in the eye and said ,”drop’em. Now.”

You stepped out of your shorts, and he freed his cock from his pj pants. “C’mere, beautiful,” he nodded you over, then looked down at his cock. “Right here, baby. Take a seat, c’mon.”

With your shorts in your hand, naked from the waist down, you straddled him.

“Attagirl,” he gushes as he helped you onto him. Didn't even close the car door. “Fuck,” he whispered, running the head of his cock through your dripping folds. “Fuck, yeah. Ohh” he moaned in a crescendo as you sank down on him. “Good girl,” he breathed, and kissed you as your body welcomed him, hugging his shaft with your soft walls. He peeled your sports bra off and took your tit into his mouth, then nosed your cleavage and smothered himself in your chest. “So goddamn sexy,” he gushed, and you lifted up just slightly on his shaft, then swallowed him whole again, filling yourself with his cock.

“Hell yeah, there she is.”

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SMUT CONTINUES HERE.

Ty for reading 🖤 please consider commenting or sharing if you enjoyed.

[toxicanonymity]

Hi Toxi! ilysm👋🏽 I got all my girls in the group chat to contact our reps about the SAVE Act bill, so thank you so much for the link to 5calls. Like everyone else said, it is very easy to use -- especially if you don't really like to talk on the phone. Call after hours and leave a VM :) JUST DO IT!

As for my blorbo request, I would love a little blurb about two of the Joels watching reader take care of herself ifyouknowwhatimean. Maybe they are being sneaky about it or maybe they are sitting in the room with her giving her directions? hehehe

SAVE Act | 5calls | resistbot | Update - ask senators to vote no on cloture AND bill. Yes, yes, yes! Tysm, nonnie. This is beautiful and saved my afternoon. ILYSM.

Story time

Two Joels x f!reader, 1370 words.

"grabbin’ your ass, we're movin’ against each other, 'til he's slippin’ between those legs, takin’ a dip in that little pool....”

WARNINGS: 18+ dirty talk, masturbation, dick pronouns, praise, erotic storytelling with: unsafe PIV, DP (double vag). SUMMARY: You're stranded in Night Walks basement as in men of the night. He and Vamp find you pleasuring yourself and help by telling an erotic story of double the pleasure.

“C’mere,” Night walks whispers, then lifts a finger to his lips, signaling Vamp should be quiet as they approach the bedroom. A soft moan escapes your open mouth. With your eyes closed, your hand is moving under the covers.

Vamp watches, spellbound for a few seconds, then asks, “Is this okay? Should we be watching?”

Night Walks asks, “What if she needs somethin’?”

“Oh, yeah,” Vamp nods. “Like, like a toy or lube,” he nods.

“Or a cock,” Night Walks adds.

Vamp asks, “Know what she was reading?”

“No. She was reading? Better not be Lincoln."

Nightwalks creeps into the bedroom and looks back to silently mouth the word “sleeping.”

He tugs the blanket and you don't react so he keeps pulling it until you're covered only by a thin sheet.

“so hot,” vamp mouths, then as night walks joins him, he whispers “Especially finding her own pleasure. It's such a beautiful thing.”

Night Walks says, “finding it on a cock is beautiful, too.”

“Sure,” Vamp agrees. “I think we're saying the same thing.” They nod.

You touch your breast with one hand and bite your lip, with your other hand deep between your legs.

A faint squishing sound is heard.

Night walks nods toward the bed and they each carefully get on, one on each side of you but they don't touch you.

“J-Joel,” you moan.

“Oh, fuck,” Night walks mutters.

“God damn,” says Vamp.

“Ah,” you moan, arching your back.

Night walks bites his fist, watching you from the front. He inches closer. Vamp shoots him a warning look, and Night walks lifts his hand.

“Ah,” you moan again. “Oh, Joel,” you repeat in your sleep, and one hand glides all the way up your body with a shiny finger. With both your hands, you feel yourself up, grope at yourself, at your breasts. Your neck stretches, and your back arches again.

“God damn,” Night Walks says, and your eyes flutter open.

“Fuck,” vamp mouths and starts to roll back toward the edge of the bed, but Night Walks discourges him from leaving.

“Mornin’, sugar,” Night Walks greets you.

You're disoriented, maybe a little embarrassed… hard to say.

“Been so sleepy,” you yawn.

“Well it's gotta be stressful, havin’ your car stuck in the shop,” Vamp sympathizes. “Stress is exhausting.”

Night Walks agrees. “You know, around here we think an orgasm's the best thing for stress.”

“Guess that makes sense,” you agree.

“And sometimes, to get there, it helps to have a little story or something, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, it does,” vamp agrees, then asks, “You ever read stories like that?”

“Yeah,” you admit.

“What were you reading earlier?” Vamp asks.

You hesitate.

Night Walks says, “Don't matter, don't worry bout it…. See, we were thinkin’ we could tell you a story.”

“Really?” You ask?

“Yeah,” Night walks confirms.

“Right now?”

“Sure, if ya want,” Vamp says. “Do you need anything first, water, breakfast?.... or are you …. feelin’ good?”

“Oh, I'm feeling pretty good,” you answer.

“Say, do you have any dreams?” Vamp asks.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“‘bout what?” Night walks asks.

“Oh, Just about….being here….being close to y'all”

You shyly raise your eyebrows and bite your lip. “That's really sweet,” Vamp says. ”I wonder what I'd be like in a dream. wonder what I'd do…”

Night walks says, “Shit, I don't have to wonder, I can tell ya….” He takes a long look at your body and confesses, “Baby, it's a miracle I hadn't fucked you in our sleep yet. You're so fuckin’ hot…… if you wanted me to, I would….”

You close your eyes and hum contentedly. “I'm listening,” you whisper.

“See, I just wanna be close to you,” night walks says. “Bodies right up against each other. Tits smashed into my chest while I kiss ya nice and deep…. Just wanna feel your whole body on mine. Put your leg around me. Hold your ass in my hand, move ya…..feel every curve, rubbin’ against each other while we’re makin' out…fuck,” he whispers. “That ain't all though. …. Shit, my dick would get so hard, dyin’ to get inside ya. He’d be tryin’. Rubbin’ against ya, leakin’ all over, hard as hell, proddin’ for the front door … tryin’ so hard to find that wet little hole. Movin your body on mine, grabbin’ your ass, movin’ against each other, 'til I'm far enough down that he's there. He’s slippin’ between those legs, takin’ a dip in that little pool..... Then he's nudgin’ at your hole like he's boutta barge in.”

You stroke yourself with your face scrunched up. Night Walks continues,

“Just sittin’ there, stiff ‘n’ ready, pressin’ against your tight, wet hole…… And once you're beggin’ for it, I push right in……”.

“You moan and night walks says, “good girl. Might take a couple tries to fit it all, but damn, I know you'd feel good…... Fuck, you'd feel good.”

Night Walks can't help but rut his hips into nothing. You're touching yourself.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Think you want this cock?” Night Walks asks. “How ya think it feels?”

“Full,” you answer.

“How ya wanna feel?” He ssks.

“Just like that,” you agree, touching yourself with

your eyes closed.

“Fuck,” Night walks whispers and squeezes his erection through his sleep pants in relief. “Go,” he mouths to Vamp.

“What else you wanna feel?” Vamp asks from behind you.

“I want to feel you too,” you reply. “Your tongue, your lips on the nape of my neck….your dick against my back …”

Desire has overtaken Vamp’s face. “You'd like that?”

“Mmm,” you answer with a nod.

Vamp offers, “What about if I put my arm over ya, hold your breast, with my hand right between the two of you? Feelin’ on you while he fucks ya …”

“Fuck yeah,” reader says.

“Then he's Really, really gonna fuck ya…. And it’s makin’ ya rubbing up against me really hard,”

“Where ya gonna put that hard dick?” Night walks prompts him.

“Wherever she wants it,” he answers…

You moan.

“She wants to feel full,” Night walks reminds him, then asks you to confirm, “You want that pussy full?”

“Yeah,” you moan with your eyes half open.

“How full,” Night Walks asks.

“Really full.”

“full of two cocks,” Nightwalks says.

“Oh, god,” you moan.

“That's a yes,” Night Walks whispers.

“Gorgeous,’ vampire says…. “I can help with that…. Yeah, I lift your leg,” Vampire offers. Night Walks jumps in, “and I'd hold real still…”

Vamp says, “tilt your hips a little …. Rub my dick.

against you so so we're all in sync…. then I'd spit on my fingers …. slide a couple of ‘em in with his cock ….. make sure there's room…. my fingers would fuck you right there with that cock….and then once you were nice and ready, I make sure I'm lubed up real good, and I'd start squeezing mine right in there with his….. And we'd make sure you're real comfortable.”

“Fuck yeah,” Night Walks agrees

“Real comfortable,” Vamp repeats. “Nice and comfy and full of our cocks.”

Your mouth falls open and you rub yourself like you're gonna cum.

“So full of us,” Vamp says. “Stuffed with two big cocks.”

Night walks agrees, “And you deserve every inch, baby.”

“100%, sweetheart,” Vamp agrees. “Nothing less for our sweet girl….. And god, I wanna know what it feels like when you cum on our cocks…… Every lady's special. I wanna know how *you* feel when you cum,” Vamp says, “And I wanna know how he feels, too.”

A little growl comes out of Nightwalk's chest.

Vamp goes on, “I want us to be...packed in there, slidin’ against each other, ready to burst when you come on our cocks…. and i wanna fill you up,” Vamp says.

“god damn,” night walks says. “fuck yeah…. fill you up with so much…”

Your spine arches, and you see stars. They both watch with their lips parted, taken by your beauty. “oh my god,” you sigh as you finish. “y'all are filthy.”

Vamp stealthily rolls back to look on the nightstand and when he rolls toward you and night walks again, his eyebrows are up. "YOUR fic," he mouths and points at night walks.

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thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing these stories <3

[toxicanonymity]

Anonymous: Hello and Bonjour, I am very sleep deprived, but I did use resistbot to send my reps “say no to SAVE.” I already get loads of emails from one of them bc I call him all the time <3. I’m in a blue state, so usually they’re already voting how I’d like them to, but it’s good to remind them they have constituents. Anyways, I've been thinking of Jailbird lately... If they've stayed together, how serious it's gotten, etc. Much love, 🍋

SAVE act | blorbos for democracy | resistbot | 5calls

My dear sweet 🍋 anon, tysm for sharing your action and experience, ILY friend. p.s. sorry for the fakeout when I accidentally pressed post. And I hope you get some sleep.

the gig

Joel miller x f!reader

WARNINGS: 18+ manhandling, possessive PIV, spanking, feelings. jailbird au, 730 words

Waffle House closed down, and you started dancing occasionally at Joel's club. He insisted on sitting practically on stage for your sets, which made it hard to pay attention to customers. What's the sense in taking up the stage if you're only dancing for him? Well, he liked showing you off. And part of him might have liked everyone knowing you were all his. He didn't see himself as a possessive guy, though. "Pretend I'm not there," he said. . .

Joel was leaned back with with his upper back against the wall near the bar, staying in the shadows, giving you some space to do your thing. You were so goddamn sexy, he could hardly stand it. And now that you weren't looking at him? It was driving him crazy. He caught himself fidgeting with his chain and ordered a stiff drink -- hardly looked away from the stage as he did it. He downed it in one gulp and returned to the wall. His heart raced, watching you roll your hips and run your hands over your body. His cock swelled. His chest heaved under tightly crossed arms as he watched you make bedroom eyes at a customer.

You approached the man to accept a $20, And when you spent a few seconds too long giving him a close-up in appreciation, Joel had enough. He tried to get your attention. He stepped out of the shadows. He raised his hand. Even snapped his fingers. You didn't look at him. He shook his head, and his nose twitched into a snarl. He had half a mind to physically pull you off that stage, but he was a professional. He had to stay professional. He got another drink, then went over to the DJ and told him this was a one-song set.

"Jojo," Mabel warned when she saw the look in his eye waiting for you to exit the stage.

He wasn't gonna hurt you. He knew from roleplay how much force you could take, how much you wanted.

As soon as you got off stage, Joel had you firmly by the arm. "That turn you on?" He asked as he marched you down the hall to his office with dollars trailing behind you.

"Joel, it's just work..."

He slammed the office door behind him, then shoved you toward his desk. He bent you over and pinned you with one hand as he undid his belt and jeans and freed his hard cock. "You turn me on," you said and tilted your hips for him. "You know that," you reminded him.

He spanked you, then pulled your bottoms to the side and you felt the cold metal of his rings against your ass cheek. He shoved his length into you, making you yelp at the intrusion. With long, hard thrusts he pounded you, and he growled as you mewled. Your sweet, desperate sounds he could never get enough of. "Yeah, take it, baby."

"Oh, fuck---jo-joel," you moaned.

He pulled out and used one hand on each arm to pull you up as if you were under arrest. He turned you around so you were half-sitting on the desk. You had this desperate look like you couldn't go another second without him inside you. And he didn't make you wait. He sheathed himself in your snug, wet cunt again. He pummeled you in shorter strokes at a faster pace and you both breathed heavily. When you became to cum, he slowed down. He grabbed your jaw to hold you steady as he kissed you.

He broke away to growl, "Fuck, I love you," then slammed his hips and released with a groan.

You closed your eyes and felt every twitch of his cock. Then you opened your eyes in a daze. He was sweating and disheveled. He read your face and nodded. "Yeah," he answered your unasked question. "I do." He kissed you again.

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After the two of you recovered, he could've sent you home. Should've, maybe. But he took you out to the floor and brought you to a low table that had a curved sofa. Plenty of room, but he made you sit in his lap

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You live with Joel and Mabel now--officially, like you aren't even keeping your own apartment anymore. Honestly, you two lovebirds are happier than ever. 🖤

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[toxicanonymity]

Hiii🖤🖤I used the resistbot to write to my representatives and ask them to vote against the save act. I really appreciate you doing this because you are the only person I’ve seen talk about this which is insane.

I was wondering if you’d be down to write a raider fic where sweet pea has a nightmare about when Joel carved his name into her chest. And then she wakes up and confesses to him about it. Maybe like how she would be feeling about it and how he’d be feeling. Angsty with some dark fluff and then smut- slow deep and hard por favor🖤🖤🖤

SAVE act | fic event | 5calls | resistbot

Hiiii! TYSM for speaking up, Mo. It's so important. Schumer says the dems won't let it come to a vote, but we cannot take their word for it based on how things went with the budget resolution. we cannot ease up. We need full pressure on the senate right now.

Slow, deep, close.

raider!joel x f!reader, 1.5k

notes: In the raider timeline, this happens after Gun Hug. @milla-frenchy happened to show me a gif set that made great inspo 😍 fixed the link btw oops

Read on AO3

[toxicanonymity]

Thank you for posting the update about the save act. I’m crushed that it passed the house. I contacted all of my senators and begged them to vote no. 😭😭😭

You don’t have to, but I would love a little nightwalks!joel if you’re up to it. 💕❤️💕❤️

SAVE Act | 5calls | resistbot | April 10 Update - ask senators to vote no on cloture AND bill. Hi Lis 💙 Tysm for calling your senators and sharing posts. A scene in the night walks spirit (leopard print), 400 words. WARNING: 18+ groping in plain sight, AU.

popsicle stand

Joel miller x reader

You closed your eyes for a moment, wincing at your aching need, when someone stepped into your space from behind and your hair stood on end. “need somethin’ to suck on?”  Your heart skipped a beat at the voice not two inches from your ear. Your cover-up shifted as he reached around. He lightly pinched the border of the open garment and ghosted his fingers down it. He brought his lips to your ear. “I got somethin to suck on… or somethin’ to fuck you raw.” 

His fingers brushed your bare waist and he said, “ooh, you're hot.” 

He laid his palm against your skin and felt your side, your belly, your chest, then groped your breast, making your lips part as the person in front of you stepped forward in line. You followed suit, and he stepped forward with you, even closer than before. He placed his palm on your lower abdomen and pulled you back against him, right against the heft in his swim trunks. He was wetter than you, at least as far as swimsuit fabric went. He touched you like you were together, like you belonged to him. Not like you'd met one time behind a gas station.

When it was your turn in line, you expected Joel to back off, but he did the opposite. He dipped his four fingers into the front of your swimsuit bottoms leaving his thumb on the outside. His middle finger. wiggled ever so slightly to greet your clit.

The popsicle salesman turned bright red before quickly averting his eyes.

“What flavor did you want?” He asked, looking down into the freezer rather than at you. 

Joel dipped his hand lower between your legs, and his thumb took your swimsuit down with his hand as his middle finger reached your slick and he growled, grinding his arousal against you and letting our a barely audible grunt as his cock swelled at the contact.

A force field around you was vibrating against the reality of the moment, letting you exist there like a dream.

The popsicle guy adjusted himself and cleared his throat. 

“Giver somethin’ creamy,” Joel finally answered for you.

You handed the cash over, then Joel took his hand out of your swimsuit to extend his hand and await the popsicle. The man's eyes fixed on Joel's shiny fingers as he handed him a Cookies and Cream.

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Ty for reading. Please consider sharing 🖤 this will continue. It's part of something that got too long lol (cc @selfproclaimed-moviecritic ):

cheetah print✨

[toxicanonymity]

I contacted my senator using 5calls (I think you reblogged my note about how easy it was, it was like getting a reblog from a celebrity 😅). I wasn’t too anxious since I knew I’d be getting voicemail (pro tip for anyone with phone anxiety, call on Sunday, you won’t have to talk to a person but your message still counts as long as you leave your address to confirm you’re a constituent).

Anyway, I’d love a Joel ficlet. My favorites of your Joelkemon are Night Walks and Raider. Thanks for sharing resources, I never would have found 5calls without you. And of course thank you for the writing.

This may not be news to anyone, but if it is - I worked for a nonprofit for a while and they confirmed that a lot of times with representatives it’s a quantity above quality game. As long as everyone who calls mentions the same issue, it all goes under a file and then the representative is told ‘we had x amount of calls this week about issue y.’ Idk, I didn’t know about it till I worked with the nonprofit, maybe someone else will find it enlightening too.

(Sorry this got long)

Tsuki, you're my first taker! This is an amazing ask, tysm for sharing. blorbos for democracy 💙

rested.

Joel Miller x f!reader | night walks AU

SUMMARY: 18+, 500 words, sweet & spicy. Joel is on his best behavior, but it's hard... This picks up after tired (comfort ficlet) but can stand alone. 🖤 continues/concludes with nugs & kisses

Joel had offered to hang out and behave himself. How far the two of you had come. Now, what you felt against your ass when he offered made you skeptical, but seeing him try could be worth it.

True to his word, Joel was a gentleman… all night, for the most part. His basement was a refuge from the world outside. Cozier than you remembered, even with the air conditioner blasting.

He put on a movie and cuddled you close on the sofa, draping his arm over you as a little spoon. Took off his shirt and let you use it as an arm warmer while the warm skin of his chest served as a radiator. His skin was soft, a gentle contrast to his muscles. His pajama pants were soft, too.

But it was only a matter of time before something hard was growing against your back-side. At the first twitch, he pressed it against you as a reflex, then he pulled his hips back and cleared his throat. When your ass pushed back seeking contact again, he inhaled sharply through his nose. He wasn’t gonna turn you down, but he wasn't gonna push you either. He stayed perfectly still, tensed his core muscles, ignored the hot brick growing in his pants.

He kept his arm draped over your waist, until you lifted your arms in a subtle gesture that welcomed his hand on your tits. His massive palm slid up your abdomen, fingers trailing over your camisole, then he gently cupped your breast over the fabric. You sighed vocally, making his hips jerk in a small motion that almost made you crack a smile. And then your hips moved. Your ass gently nudged his package. Once, then twice, then at a slow rhythm, and Joel stayed perfectly still. As still as he could. He didn't want you to do anything you'd regret.

But the truth was, you wanted him bad. God, you wanted him bad. You were a tingling ball of nerves. You were buzzing, gushing for him. If only he'd snap, pin you down, and fuck you into the sofa, you thought - it was the only thing that kept you from reaching back to grab him yourself. When he was hard as a rock, your pussy was throbbing, begging for it, and you were dangerously close to sliding your hand down your own pants when Joel half-moaned, half-contemplated, “Mmm.”

At the same time, he scooted back, making room for you to roll onto your back and look up at him. His eyes danced over your face with affection. “How are you?” he whispered.

You rubbed your lips together, searching his eyes for motive.

You shrugged. “better now.”

His hips twisted toward you, and as his meaty thigh rested against your legs, the hard shape in his pj pants swelled against your hip. He looked down at your chest as you took in a long, deep breath. Then he thumbed your bottom lip and asked, "you hungry?”

Your heart fluttered at his commitment to the not-fucking-you bit, even if your pussy was weeping.

He made quesadillas just before midnight.

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tysm for reading. please consider sharing. this is for a very important cause. 🖤

[toxicanonymity]

Are we allowed to ask for more than one blorbo if we do more than one thing? I had a lovely time with resistbot this evening sending letters to my representatives, and I would love more Javier Peña content. But I don’t want to cheat your system and/or defeat the purpose of blorbos for democracy by having just a few people ask over and over.

SAVE Act | UPDATE | 5calls | resistbot | blorbos for democracy

Hi, Tsuki! Tysm for continuing your activism and thanks again for being the first ask 🫡💙 Yeah, twice is the max rn. p.s. sorry this is what came into my head...

conversation pit

Connie x f!reader facing Steve x Javi, 500 words

WARNINGS: 18+ PWP, FFMM. Fingering, thigh riding, lactation (Connie AND reader), praise, cucking, jacking it, Stavier M/M, cumshot with an assist? I blame @clawdee for helping hands making Connie hot to me.

Hanging out in the mid century mod conversation pit at Steve and Connie's, the four of you are feeling good. You and Connie are fooling around naked while Javi and Steve are each seated on their own comfy cuck pillow, half dressed. Connie sits on her knees, and you straddle her thigh, grinding on it, getting her skin all slippery as you make out. The men are palming themselves, still somewhat in control, but you're beginning to drive them crazy.

Connie feeds you her tit, and the taste of her sweet milk, the feel of it spraying against your tongue as you suck, it's intoxicating. It makes you pliant and vocal. You bring her to a nipplegasm and her thigh is shaking under you, vibrating your clit. Making you mewl.

Fuck it, Javi takes off his boxer briefs and spits in his hand. His eyes are pulled in two directions - Steve cupping his balls and palming himself through cotton. You playing with yourself as Connie sits down on the clean shag carpet and spreads her legs. You lean back between Connie's legs with her engorged tits and soft nipples against your back. Connie reaches around to massage your tit with one hand and plays with your pussy with the other.

Connie's fingers are splayed wide, and your nipple is nestled between two of them as she cups your swollen tit. Milk squirts out, mostly toward Javi, and he shudders with his hand around his cock. Connie maneuvers her position suckle at your teat and moans at the taste.

You just drive the fellas crazy, until Steve says fuck it and does something about it. Steve's shadow falls over Javi from behind, making Javi ache for relief. He hisses at Steve's big hand wrapping around his thick cock. The erection in Steve's briefs presses against Javi's back, just massive. Steve leans forward over javi's shoulder to spit on his cock, then slowly jerks Javi off.

Connie and Steve are pleasuring you and Javi respectively, from behind, as you and Javi watch each other. Connie inserts two fingers for a moment, then you whimper when she moves them back to your clit.

"Think somebody needs to get fucked," Steve murmurs into Javi's hair while gazing hungrily at you.

Javi's eyes are dark, his neck vein throbs. "You look beautiful," he tells you.

"Yeah, somebody needs a real big dick," Steve repeats, jerking Javi faster as he watches Connie bring you to climax.

You moan at Connie's skillful fingers between your legs.

"Good girl," Connie coos, "Such a good girl."

You whimper and begin to unravel. With Steve's fist pumping his shaft faster, Javi shudders at the sight of you coming between Connie's legs. Steve points Javi's cock toward you just in time. The first hot rope reaches your thigh.

"Fuck," Javi breathes as Steve gently strokes him through it.

"Oh, yeah, that's good," Steve praises Javi as he finishes, and Javi shivers.

"Hell yeah," Steve says, then murmurs, "that was hot, man."

"Yeah," Javi mutters, catching his breath.

Steve gives him a pat on the thigh with his big, wet hand, and says, "I'm gonna fuck your wife now."

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For Javi fucking Steve: The Interruption

[toxicanonymity]

Hi baby! Contacted my senator. Honestly I already get weekly emails from him bc I sent him an emailing saying “hey please vote against another several billion on bombs”

And I got back “don’t worry citizen! I voted to give millions in bomb money 🥰” as if that wasn’t the exact opposite of what I said.

I live in a red state. It’s not really a secret where I live and it’s so big I feel comfortable saying our former govern is now homeland security. I don’t have a lot of faith but I try to try I guess.

Anyway. You know what I’m here for. I just ask for Carter! Maybe something gay?

Hi, Roman! Ty for participating in blorbos for democracy. Some staffers and offices are better than others at communication, but as long as you state your address and why you're contacting them, your effort is counted. We can't let any of them off the hook no matter how red or blue the state. Something gay with Carter, hmm? How about jailbird!Carter x Jojo and everyone is bi?

Cigarettes and Favors

Joel "Jojo" Miller x OMC Carter, 500 words

After monitoring another steamy no-contact visit between Joel and his girl, Carter badly needs a cigarette. He goes out to the picnic table and sits down on it with his feet on the bench. He flicks his lighter a few times, then shakes it. 

“Need a light?” A pair of well-fitting jeans step into Carter’s field of vision and he has to pry his eyes away from the familiar bulge. His gaze pans upward–tight, white shirt, prison tats. A waft of aftershave hits Carter and makes his thigh twitch. 

With the unlit cigarette still in his mouth, Carter looks up at Joel’s face. Joel flips his zippo open for Carter, then takes a cigarette from behind his ear and lights his own. He squints as he sizes Carter up.

“Shit, Man,” Carter says. “Every time y’all talk I gotta come out here for a smoke.”

Joel smiles with half his mouth. “So you’re the lucky monitor, huh?” 

Carter scoffs and runs his hand through his hair. 

Joel takes a seat next to Carter. Their knees brush. “Hey, thanks for givin’ us a break, man,” Joel pats Carter on the back and affectionately squeezes his shoulder. 

“You two are a match made in heaven,” Carter mutters wistfully.

“Ya know I got a titty bar ‘cross town if ya ever wanna stop by for a dance,”  Joel offers.

“No shit,” Carter says even though he already knew. Joel was a legend–a hot young male entertainer wrongly locked up for years, beloved by fellow inmates.  

“Hell yeah,” Joel says, “I owe ya, man.” Joel gets up to leave, and before he does, he faces Carter. They exchange names, and Joel gives him a friendly slap of the arm, grabs his tricep while he’s at it, and raises his eyebrows like he’s impressed. 

“Carter, huh?” Joel takes a short drag of his cigarette. 

“That’s me.” 

Joel squints as he exhales and nods. “Remind me of a guy I used to dance with.” 

A blush creeps up Carter’s neck, and Jojo gives him a wink before walking away. “Come by around one,” he shouts over his shoulder. 

—--

Carter has some liquid courage before showing up at the club.

Mabel greets him, “Jojo’s in the back, hun. c’mon.” 

In a dim, private hall, Joel emerges from his office and looks Carter up and down. “Boy, have I got the girl for you,” Joel  raises his eyebrows and greets him with another pat on the tricep.

The hungry look on Joel’s face emboldens Carter to step into Joel’s personal space, with Joel's hand still on his arm. 

“Maybe a girl ain’t what I’m here for,” Carter mutters, then steps toward Joel until Joel’s up against the wall. They lock eyes, then Joel breathes out a chuckle through his nose. Carter braces his hand against the wall and looks down at Joel as he lets his crotch gently press against Joel’s hip. Joel growls under his breath. They glance at each other’s mouths. 

“I’m workin’, Carter,” Joel says. “And not like that.” He wets his lips then pushes himself off the wall, letting his hip push Carter backward. 

“Get your dance, son,” Joel urges. “I wanna watch.” Joel slaps him on the ass and they walk toward VIP.

[toxicanonymity]

Hello, I have sent multiple things (phone calls, emails, resistbot, etc.) to my reps now both in regards to DOGE’s involvement in private info, the SAVE act, funding for universities, etc… If this is not part of the deal, I totally understand, but I was bewitched by the idea of NW when the cold hits and perhaps was hoping to get like a… snowed in or something moment? Much love and peace.

-🍋

save act | blorbos for democracy

Ty for all you've done. Please keep up the good work. We need to really crank up the pressure this week. 💛

Snowed in

men of the night / story time

He answers the door wearing matching green flannel pjs and a leather jacket. Michael Myers looms over him. “Sup, man,” Joel says.

Michael holds up your car keys.

“Oh, nice,” Joel says. A gust of wind blows some snow in the door.

Michael, who isn't wearing a jacket, adjusts his collar for more protection against the cold. “Come on in, buddy,” Joel offers, then tells you, “Well, the good news is your car's fixed. Bad news is there's a blizzard, and you're stuck here anyway.”

Michael takes a seat in an armchair, facing the blank television, manspreading silently. He looks around to make sure he isn’t imposing and Joel explains, “Oh, Vamp ain't here. He’s upstairs in his restful state.”

Michael relaxes into the chair. Joel looks between you and Michael, and can't tell if you're flustered or scared, but he nods toward the bedroom.

—

Joel closes the door behind the two of you. “You still cold?” He asks.

“A little.”

“Let's put this down comforter to work,” he says and takes off his leather jacket. “Take off that robe and I promise to keep ya warm.”

“Uhh,” you hesitate, “How ‘bout you warm me up, then I'll take it off.”

Joel chuckles. Under the covers, he says, “c'mere.” You scoot closer and he reaches between you, then you feel him untie your robe. He pulls you closer to himself, and says “Been readin’ my fic, huh?”

You gasp and playfully push at his chest. He snickers and looks at your face, then puts the back of his hand to your cheek and says, “yeah, now you're gettin’ warm. Whats your favorite part?” He hugs you close to him and lets his hand wander down to your butt and hikes up your leg. You gasp at what you feel in his pajama pants, and your leg flexes against him, pulling your loins closer. “Yeah, there ya go…. Good girl….mm. You didn't answer me. What's your favorite part?”

You sigh, playfully frustrated, embarrassed. “There's a lot of good ones,” You reply.

“Yeah, well tell me one.”

“Okay. The one where you're in her basement.”

“I'm in her basement and…”

“Come on,” you giggle.

“Gotta be more specific, baby.”

“And you get in bed with her.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Yeah, it's like… You always know what they want before they even admit it to themselves. How do you do that?” you ask.

“It's a gift,” he says. “plus, it helps that the answer’s usually my cock.”

He pulls you closer and grinds against you.

“Oh my gosh,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“Say it ain't true,” he dares you.

You inhale sharply through your nose.

“That's what I thought,” he murmurs. “Ya know, skin to skin’s the way to really get warm." He unbuttons the top button of his pj shirt, and you begin to unbutton the rest.

“Attagirl.”

[toxicanonymity]

Toxi, thank you for calling out the dangerous SAVE Act!

5calls makes it super-easy to contact your reps. They give you everything you need. I just did it – took me five minutes. It's literally the least you can do to protect yourself and your community from this insidious attempt to suppress votes. I live in a red state and my expectations are low, but I just can't sit by and do nothing. This is really important.

Anyhooo... I'm just wondering what the brothel Joels are wearing today. Can we get a OOTD for those sluts?

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blorbos for democracy

[toxicanonymity]

Hey Tox! I used 5calls today and left messages for my senators. Since I'm a little phone shy, I was grateful they provided a script. It was easy and I hope everyone takes the time to do this. It's exhausting being an American right now, but we have to stay engaged.

Thank you for writing about our beloved blorbos as a treat. It's an important reminder to take care of yourself and find joy during this nightmare hellscape we live in.

{...and segue}

So, I was just wondering if Slasher ever talks about Ghostface in the brothel. Does he view him as a peer? A rival? A mentor? An aspirational figure in the zeitgeist? What's going on in that filthy demented little mind of his?

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Hi! Thank you for taking action and sharing about your experience. I hope it inspires someone 🖤. Ghostface is aspirational. And sometimes slasher's himbo brain works too hard... In canon, you always wonder who ghostface is. And the fact that Every inch is a night walks spinoff... Slasher regards ghosty with admiration and suspicion and is also a little gay for him.

slasher & ghostface

"What's it like bein' nonconned?" Slasher asks.

"Just like that, huh?" Ghostface replies. "I don't look like I need a trigger warning?"

"Sorry," Slasher rolls his eyes. "Tee-dub (tw) mention of SA."

"I'm fucking with you, slashy," Ghostface says. "What are you asking me for? Didn't that happen to you?"

"oh, we already fucked. Already owned each other," slasher explains.

Ghostface tilts his head at him and then his gloved hand lifts a joint to his masked face and half of it disappears into the void of his mouth hole for a sec.

Then he offers it to slasher, and slasher secretly wishes he'd shotgun him instead, but he asks "good shit?" And ghostface says, "hell yeah."

Slasher raises his eyebrows as he tries it. Then he's like, "oh yeah. we gotta let night walks hit this. let's page him."

"who do you think I got it from?" Ghostface asks.

"right, uh..." His himbo wheels are turning. "Hey, if you could fuck anyone else's reader, who'd you pick?"

"I'm not much of a reader, slashy. Tell me who you'd fuck."

"Easy. Pumpkin." He studies ghostface's mask as if it has a facial expression to read. He continues, "Pumpkin's hot as hell. I'd fuck her shit up in a heartbeat."

Ghostface nods. "Which Joel is that."

"damnit," slasher curses under his breath.