toxicfics

[toxicfics]

zebra print (one shot), 18+

PAIRING: Joel x fem reader x Tommy

LENGTH: 5.7k words

SAME AU AS: Leopard Print | Cheetah Print

MASTERLISTS: Joel | Tommy | Both Together

SUMMARY: You run into the Miller Brothers in public, and after joel feels you up at a beachside bar, they consensually kidnap you.

CONTENT: 18+ exhibitionism, drugs, cockwarming, PIV, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, MFM, double penetration (double vaginal, and two-hole), possessive/brotherly bickering while fucking you, cum inflation, lactation.

You were walking along the ocean in front of a beachside bar when someone catcalled, "Hey sweetheart.” From a table, Tommy lifted his chin with a smile. His hair was pulled back.

Joel turned around toward the beach and lowered his sunglasses. “Speak of the devil… Get the fuck over here.”

When you approached, Tommy checked you out  “Look at you, lookin’ all snatched.”

“Lookin' empty,” Joel corrected him with a chuckle. “Nah, you always look perfect, baby. C'mere.” He tapped his thigh for you to sit in his lap.

“We're just takin' a load of here for a minute…. Gonna go home and grill up our catch,” Joel said. "And you're comin’ with us.”

“Oh, I drove, I have my car here,” you said. 

“We'll bring ya back to get your car.”

"Okay," You agreed, hormones surging. 

“Good girl.” Joel's big hands wandered as soon as you were on his lap, caressing your thigh, then squeezing it... feeling your breasts as they talked. 

They had gone fishing, and they regaled you with tales of everything they caught, most of which they released, some of which was on ice in the back of their truck.

Joel slid his hand under your bathing suit top, shamelessly feeling you up the bar. He fed you a sweet potato fry, then wiped his hand on your thigh before stuffing his hand down your bottoms. “Mmm, there she is. C'mere.” He used his hand cupping your cunt to pull you against his hardening package.

Tommy went to close out their tab, and you were drenching your swimsuit bottoms with Joel's big hand cupping your heat and tickling your dripping hole. The waiter tried not to look. Joel's touch and praise had you woozy with hormones as memories came rushing back to your body. 

“You're okay, c'mere,” Joel said and pulled you back again. Your head leaned against his, and he sucked at your neck. “Don't worry, Tommy's gonna drive. I gotta spend some quality time in my girl.”

Walking to their truck with Joel’s arm around you felt like having a royal escort. He told you how much he missed you and squeezed the thick silhouette of his cock. “Fuck, if i dont get in that soon, I’m gonna lose it.” His pace quickened until he was opening the passenger door for himself. 

And before he sat, he tugged his swim trunks down to pull out his cock.

He spat on his tip and pumped it a couple of times, then held it with his left hand for you and extended his right hand for balance to help you step into the truck.

“How do you want me?” You asked, and he let out a low whistle.

“Lady's choice, as long as I'm balls deep in that pussy.” 

You faced the windshield.

“Chair position, I like it,” Joel said and gave your ass a little smack. He pulled down your swim trunks, and you braced your hands on the glovebox. While you were bent over, he fingered you from the back and teased your hole, making a wet sound as he smacked his finger against your entrance. 

“Oh yeah, she knows daddy's here,” he said. “Daddy's comin’, sugar.” He used both thumbs to spread your cheeks and your lips.

“Gimme a minute,” he said, and positioned you so he could bury his face in your ass. He tongued and lapped at your cunt, slid his tongue up, and teased your other hole.

When Tommy put the truck in reverse, Joel took his face out of your ass. “All right, sweetheart,” he held his cock and put an arm around you, with his free hand on your mound. He rubbed tip of his fat cock through the slick of your cunt and his saliva, then pushed it into you. He held your hips as you sank onto it with a moan. 

“Yeah, there she is,” Joel greeted your cunt. “Hell yeah…..She miss me?” 

“Yeah,” you replied with a soft chuckle, insides softly rearranging themselves around his girth. 

“Well, shit. You got my number. You shoulda said somethin’,” Joel said. 

Tommy chuckled. “That ain't her job, brother. You better take care of her without her havin’ to ask. Ain't that right, sweetheart?” 

“Mind your own business,” Joel said.

Tommy retorted, “Hey, that asshole is my business. I want to be allllll up in that business tonight.” 

“Yeah, we'll see about that,” Joel said, “keep runnin’ your mouth.”

Joel held his arm around you like a seatbelt, fondling your breasts, kissing the nape of your neck. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. “Now that we know what that pussy can do, I think about it all the damn time.”

Stuffed with Joel's cock on his lap: it was everything you'd been wanting. Everything you needed. So many times you'd thought about them… about how nasty and degrading they were…. about them stuffing you full….about fucking Joel in the parking lot…. and on the beach…. and both their cocks crammed in your poor little hole….. you thought about the way you blew up last time. For days, you probably could have passed as pregnant. And each time a little bit of their cum seeped out, part of you was a little sad.

After a few days, you had gotten in the habit of having your hand on your belly so often that you found your hand going there and felt surprised to find nothing. 

God, you want him to cum and fill you up again, stretch your limits....

For the time being, you were content to sit on his cock in the car. He loosened your bathing suit top so that it was floating futilely above his hands as he played with your tits. 

“Fuck, you're so damn hot, baby….. hottest chick on the beach, swear to god….”

“Sure is,” Tommy added.

“You take a pregnancy test?” Joel asked. 

“No, but i got my period,” you told him.

“Oh, we got work to do….” Joel said. “One of these days, it'll take…. one of these days, and then i'll bring you home with us. And you don't gotta worry about nothin’ but carryin’my baby.

God damn, I want that bad.” He slid his hand down into your swimsuit bottoms and fondled your clit.

His hips rocked, slow and gentle. “Ain't gonna blow my load,” he said. “Wanna see how big it can be if I wait…..Tryin’ to figure out if ya get more from a few loads or one big one.”

Tommy piped in, “He hadn't come in a few days. He was moanin’ and groanin’ about the mornin’ wood…. Wouldn't touch it, though. Said he was savin’ it for you.”

Your heart swelled.  

“That's why I ain't fuckin’ ya right now,” Joel said. “Just need ya to sit pretty on me as long as we can….. But I figure it ain't cheatin’if I make *you* come, right? I think that's allowed, ain't it?”

“Course it is,” Tommy said. “Just try not to blow your load when she does.”

“Yeah,” Joel agreed. “Just give me a little squeeze, darlin’, when ya come. Just let that pussy hug me, gimme little massage…. That's all I need. Let her hug him with that tight little pussy before we stretch it out again.”

Joel was playing with your clit, and nuzzling your neck, and with his cock secure in your cunt; you began to succumb to the tension swelling in your gut. 

“God, it's hard, Joel,” you marveled at his cock.  

“Oh, baby I know…. Just wanna fill you the fuck up, much as you can take,” he says, “fuck, I want you so bad, baby….. want everyone to see what we do together…. want everyone to see you swole up with my cum, swole up with my baby.”

Tommy took this literally and rolled down the window, making your face tingle at the exposure. 

You were pretty sure this wasn't legal, but you didn't say anything. What was the worst that could happen? 

“We're good,” Tommy said. “I was in the Rangers with the police chief. Saved his life.”

“Nice work,” you replied, bringing a glint of pride to his eyes. He didn't always feel good about his Army days, but right now, it was paying off. 

“How's it feelin’, sugar?” Tommy asked. 

“Uggg, so good,” you answered. “This cock is so big and hard. Packs me just right.”

“Yeah, that's right,” Joel said, breathing a little heavier, rubbing your clit. “That's what ya need, baby. Packed tight, full of cock, full of cum… That's how it should be.”

At a red light, they rolled to a stop, and a truck next to you inched forward. A man was staring. He was old enough to be the Miller brothers’ father. A thought that made your tits feel like they were floating with pleasure. 

Joel removed his right hand from between your legs and used your slippery arousal to massage your nipple right in clear view of the passenger window. You moaned with your head back and Joel said, “Fuck yeah,” meanwhile sliding his left hand between your legs - he knew how bad you needed it. Never wanted to leave you unattended. 

The man in the next truck, the man you imagined as Grandpa Miller, undid his belt and his hand began to move on his lap. He kept rhythm with the way you moved with Joel's touch….

Your spine arched as Joel touched you, and his lips grazed your ear, and his hips just barely moved under you. “Oh, fuck,” Joel moaned, rubbing your clit and circling your nipple. You're gonna come for me, baby. “Gonna give this big cock a little hug. Come on.”

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Come on, sugar… come for daddy… you know you wanna…”

You closed your eyes and let go, marveling at the power of the pleasure. Your legs trembled while your walls convulsed on his cock. Your thigh muscles gave out under the pleasure and the dead weight sank you a smidgen further down, over-filling you with his length

“Oh, FUCK,” you gasped.

“Attagirl, yeah,” Joel said, “Oh, goddammit,” he pulled you hard against his chest, one hand grasping your breast.

You regained enough control to adjust your hips and relieve the pressure of his tip against the door to your womb.

Joel sucked in air through his teeth, and took a long, controlled breath. 

“You good, Man?” Tommy asked with a smile in his voice, and lifted his hips out of the seat, drawing your eyes to Tommy's bulging swim trunks as he fetched something out of his pocket. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Joel cursed. Ain't gonna do it,” he said. He took a deep breath and held it.

Tommy quickly lit a joint and handed it to Joel. Joel took a puff. His dick twitched faintly, but didn't unleash the typical blast of warmth.  A slight dribble was felt in your depths, but he'd managed not to full-on explode. 

He relaxed back against the seat and caressed your cheek, then released the smoke from his mouth in a long sigh. Indirectly, you breathed some of it in. 

“Woo!” Joel exclaimed. “Still in business….. Ohhhh, that was good, sugar…. Fuck, you feel good… really feel like heaven, baby. MMM,”

He slapped the center arm rest for emphasis. “Fuck!” He took a deep breath and let it out with another sigh. “Never felt a pussy like it…. Tight and soft…”

“Hungry too,” Tommy added. “Mmm…. Hey sugar, you like that last time? Like havin’ two cocks stuffed up in ya?”

“That was wild,” you replied. "Nothing like it."

Tommy asked, “Which ya like better? One in the back or both in that hungry pussy?” 

“I don't know,” you laughed and asked, “What are you into, Tommy?” 

“Well, I gotta say, the ass has an edge ‘cause I don't gotta worry ‘bout comin’ inside and havin’ Joel lose his shit,” he playfully hit Joel's shoulder with the back of his hand, then took the joint from him. “But it felt really fuckin’ good bein’ crammed in that pussy together.” Tommy took a hit, then looked at the joint. 

“Drive,” Joel commanded, and Tommy muttered, “Oh, shit,” letting the smoke out of his mouth as he noticed the green light. ‘Grandpa Miller’ had already driven away with one hand out his window, wiping something on the side of his car.  

Tommy rolled your window up halfway. Then Joel took the joint back from him and brought it to your lips. You took a tiny puff. 

"Aww," Tommy cooed.

Joel pinched out the joint and handed it back. Tommy tucked it behind his ear.

“Hey baby?” Joel said, "What if we were parked just like this, and some guy came up and asked if he could feel your tits, just for a second?”

“What would I do?” You asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Guess I'd say I'm busy,” you answered. I'd say he's gotta get in line.”

The three of you laughed, and you added, “oh my gosh,” with a chuckle. 

“And what if it was alright with me?” Joel asked. “Hmm?” He squeezed both your breasts and at a hornier pitch, asked, “What if it turned me on?” 

“Just for some guy to feel my tits? That's it?”You asked. 

“Yeah,” Joel confirmed, “Just to cop a feel.” 

“Fine, I guess,” you agreed. 

Joel groaned into your hair then kissed behind your ear and whispered, “That's my girl.” He kept the fantasy going: “Fuck yeah. He can….he can do it while you’re sittin’ right on this dick… and I'll feel how much ya like it or not.”

“What does this guy look like?” You teasingly asked. 

“Hot,” Tommy answered. “Hot, with a big cock….So you'd do it?”  

“Sure,” you answered. “Hot with a big cock? No brainer.”

“That's what I'm talkin’ ‘bout,” Joel’s cock twitched inside you. “Hell yeah, baby…. Oh, God.”

He was about to bite his knuckle but bit your shoulder instead. 

----

When you arrived at their residence, it was a lot nicer than you expected. It was gated, sprawling, with a pool. And that was exactly where you were headed. A pool with a couple of cabanas, cushions, pillows, nice grills. 

“Is this like….. a country club?” you asked. 

“Nah, this is *our* house, baby. The Miller Den…”

“Oh, wow… your business must be doing great.”

“What’d I tell ya, pumpkin? Don't gotta worry ‘bout nothin’.”

Tommy parked the truck and cracked the windows. Joel fumbled with the door handle and Tommy said “I got it,” then jogged around to the passenger door and opened it.  

“C’mere, sugar,” Tommy murmured and held your hand. Joel angled his hips toward the door and lifted, giving you a boost. Then his cock slid out of you as Tommy eased you into his own big arms. 

“Mm,” Tommy hummed into your hair as he helped you out of the truck, facing him. He set you on your own two feet, but kept his strong arms around you until he knew you were okay to stand. “You good?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you sighed.

Joel made you your favorite drink at their outdoor bar and you enjoyed it in the pool while Tommy unloaded the truck and cleaned the fish. 

After dinner and dessert, Joel laid back under the cabana and gave his massive erection a squeeze through his shorts before pulling them off and letting his cock stand proud and free. You pulled your bottoms off, too. “Alright, c’mere,” he beckoned you into straddling him. You held his shaft near the base to run his tip through your slick, then fit him for entry and sank down. His hands on your hips helped you slide right onto his cock. “Ohh God,” he sighed, watching his length swallowed to the hilt. “Tommy, I dunno how much longer I can go like this,” he admitted. 

“You got this, Joel. You got this,” Tommy encouraged him.

“Alright,” Joel agreed, “maybe if we, uh, talk or somethin’.” 

“Yeah,” Tommy said. “Hey, the surf's supposed to be great next week…” 

They talked about the weather, movies, shows, places they’d like to visit–they included you in that part. Tommy sat back on a neighboring mattress under the same cabana, facing the same direction as Joel with a front row seat of you speared on his brother’s big dick. The three of you talked casually, and Tommy was looking around, not totally fixed on the beautiful sight before him. He adjusted himself a couple of times. He muttered “damn,” when you stretched and yawned. But as time went on, his eyes had trouble pulling away from your body, and his hands had trouble pulling away from his crotch. And you had trouble not watching him be driven crazy with arousal. The flow of conversation began to falter with the distraction. 

Tommy asked, “How ‘bout about a little DP, darlin’? Whatcha think, Joel?” 

“Fuck,” Joel said, “That’ll do me in… that what ya want, baby?”

You replied, “Just want your cum.” 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it, sugar…”

You yawned and said, “good,” with your eyes half closed. 

Joel asked, “Think ya can fall asleep like this, baby?”

“Yeah, I'm already about to.”

“How ‘bout we take a little nap…give my balls a little more time to load up. Hm?”

You yawned again, “yeah,” and tucked your head into his neck. 

“Good girl,” Joel said, then asked Tommy to get him another beer. 

You fell asleep on Joel's cock with not a care in the world. He caressed your head and your back, and got Tommy to drape your dark zebra print sarong over the two of you as a light, soft blanket. You hummed in contentment, and soon you were both asleep. 

As the two of you dozed and the sun finished setting, Tommy went in to retrieve some lube, and he carefully positioned a chair facing the cabana about 10 meters away. He pulled down his swim trunks, spread his thighs, and jacked off as quietly as he could. When he imagined you packed with both their cocks, goosebumps prickled his forearms. “Fuck,” he whispered. You were so perfect. He dared to imagine himself balls deep in your cunt, unleashing a massive load, and, “oh, shit–ohh,” the split-second forbidden fantasy made him bust sooner than he meant to.

When you woke up, your hips were already moving, and so were Joel's. You were grinding against him, about to come, and in sync with your rhythm, he was thrusting up into you, grunting and moaning. 

“Ohh, fuck,” he cursed, half awake. “Oh, god,” his voice was weak. 

He shuddered and slammed his hips upward, then his dick twitched, his fingers dug into your ass, and he pulled you down. Grinding upward with his cock seated deep inside, he gave you his mega load, one massive throb at a time.

Your orgasm overtook you, and your convulsions mixed with his, milking his cock even better. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Joel panted, “Oh, fuck yeah…. Goddamn, baby.”

Thick ropes of silk shot into your womb, one after another.

Each one seemed to last two seconds, with not even a second in between. Nearly a continuous fountain. 

“Jesus,” you cursed. “Ugh–Mmm.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed, still not empty. “Fill you up real good…mm. Sit up for me, darlin’.”

You sat up and held your breasts. His face was wrecked and pink. His neck vein bulged. The chain around his neck pooled between his collarbone and throat. His mouth hung half open as he watched your lower abdomen. You were fuller and fuller. 

“Oh, goddammit,” he grumbled, once his ropes lost volume. By then they were closer to typical volume for a man whose orgasm just started.  

You put a hand on your belly, looked down, and moaned at the swelling. 

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Fuck, you're goddamn perfect.” His hips slowed once he was finally drained. 

You were left bloated with his titan load, both hands on your tummy, pressing your fingers slightly into your skin, watching your belly move just slightly with the pressure. It felt wild, familiar, and remarkably arousing.

“God damn, you're hot,” he said with you still seated on his cock. He caressed your belly and said, “We got more work to do, but fuck, you look good, baby.” He admired you with his own skin glowing and reminded you, “You’re here all night.”

“More work to dol?” Tommy asked. 

“Ain't as much cum this time, but look at this pretty girl….” 

“It's still a big fuckin’ load, man,” Tommy said.

Joel got his phone and said, “yeah, but…” as he pulled up the picture of you from last time after the beach tent. He looked back and forth between you and his phone. “Look how much bigger she is here,” he showed Tommy.

Tommy speculated, “Maybe it's ‘cause she had both of us.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Joel acknowledged.

“You wanna find out?” Tommy asked, rubbing his cock over his swim trunks. 

Joel asked you, “Whatcha think, baby?” 

“Sure, If it turns you on.” Your reply was cool, but Tommy clocked the look in your eye and nodded, “Yeah, she wants it.” 

Tommy dropped his shorts, and Joel teased, “just like that.” 

“Oh yeah,” Tommy chuckled as he slathered his erection with lube. 

Tommy got behind you, straddling Joel's knees on the cabana mattress. He placed both hands on your ass cheeks and kissed your asshole, then murmured, “There she is. There’s my sweet little hole…. Nice and tight. Could never fit two dicks in here,” he chuckled. “Sure am glad your pussy can take it. Didn't hurt ya, did we?” 

“No,” you answered. 

Tommy asked, “What’s your cock think, Joel? She recovered from last time?”

“Oh yeah,” Joel said. 

Tommy pressed his hard, wet cock against your ass and asked, “Wanna try that again before I take your ass?” 

The question made you spasm on Joel's cock. 

“Pussy says yes,” Joel chuckled. “C'mere, baby.” 

You leaned forward to give Tommy access.

Tommy slathered his fingers in lube and wedged them in above Joel's cock. “Shit, man. You're still that hard?” 

“I am now,” Joel said. “Mm.” 

Tommy added a little more lube, pumped his cock, and said, “Alright now.” He used his finger and thumb to help squeeze his tip into your pussy, right on top of Joel's cock.

The familiar stretch burned in a way you could never replicate on your own. 

“Woo,” Tommy said, “Look at her take. Shit, you were born to take two cocks, baby…” 

He pushed in bit by bit, and fuck, it was such a good burn. It faded faster than you wanted it to, then came back as Tommy pushed further. He coaxed you, “Yeah, nice and open, come on….. Relax, honey…. Breathe for me… know you can take a little more of this dick… You can take us, sweetheart.”

Joel was breathing heavily, holding your thighs. 

You took a deep breath, then when you exhaled, Tommy shoved his cock in. 

“Oh, god damn,” he cursed, and Joel moaned under him.” Fuck, fuck,” Tommy said. 

“When's the last time you came?” Joel asked him. “You jack off this mornin’?” 

“No,” Tommy said. “The more you talked about holdin’ off….”

“God damn it, Tommy,” Joel said. “I swear to God, if you come.” 

“I know,” Tommy said and took a deep breath then let it out with a sigh. “I won't. I got my own hole to fill up…. and I'm gonna do it good.” Tommy rocked his hips, massaging your walls and Joel's cock with each little thrust. “Good girl,” he praised you.

“Yeah, atta girl,” Joel said.

Tommy marveled “What a woman. God damn, Joel,” then moaned, “Oh, God.” 

Joel observed, “You got that look on your face, man…”

“Fuck, alright,” Tommy said, then squirted lube on his thumb to work your ass open. He took a deep, calming breath, and pulled his dick out of your packed cunt, or else the way your ass clenched around his digit might have made him cum. 

His broad tip pushed into your asshole, then the rest of his cock slid in. “Yeah,” Tommy breathed. “Good lord.” 

“Doin’ good, baby?” Joel asked, and it felt like you might overheat. 

“H-Hot,” you answered with a little shudder. Your nipples poked into Tommy's palms, making him moan and squeeze your tits. 

Joel grabbed his cold beer and sat up to lift the bottle to your lips. He poured you a sip and you swallowed, with some of it dribbling down your face.

Tommy asked Joel, “How many ropes ya think I got?” then, with his hands on your bloated middle, “Shit, how many ropes is this?”  

“Fuck, I forgot to count,” Joel replied. “I reckon nine or ten.”

“Big ones,” you added. 

“Oh, she likes the big ones,” Tommy chuckled, then pulled his hips back. After pushing his shaft fully I'm again, he said, “Damn, she can really take it in the ass. Joel, you ever fuck her ass yet?”

“Nah,” Joel answered. "Got my hole right here."

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. “Too busy tryin’ to get her pregnant, huh?”

“Yeah, I ain't wastin’ a drop,” Joel said, then asked, “How's it feel? Nice an’ tight?”  

“Fuck yeah,” Tommy said. “Tight but easy. She’s a sweet little hole, don't fight back.” 

You pushed your rear back against Tommy and he marveled, “Fuck, she swallowed it right up. Good girl.”

“Yeah, she's a good girl,” Joel agreed. 

Their cocks were separated only by your thin, stretched wall. Joel's hips rolled under you, and Tommy fucked you nice and slow. “ooh-wee.” 

Stuffed in both holes–something you’d imagined every day since that time on the beach, never really able to conjure the feeling, even using your biggest dildo while wearing your biggest butt plug. You'd made yourself cum that way, but it was nothing like being between these brothers. Their hands all over you. Their grunts and moans, praise and encouragement. Their sturdy bodies. Their warm, throbbing cocks, rigid and massive. Their spongy, pliant heads, engorged by their desire for *you*. 

“God damn, I could get used to this,” Tommy gave your ass a little slap. 

“Are you holdin’ out?”Joel asked after a minute, eager to see you full of more cum. 

“Chill, man,” Tommy answered. “Gimme a minute. Just enjoy it, man.” Tommy squeezed your hips and murmured, “He just wants to see ya all swollen….

But I'm in it for this…” He brought his face closer and whispered, “Love the way ya feel, baby.” 

“Watch it,” Joel cautioned him with a thrust to remind him you whose girl you were. 

“Mmm” you locked your eyes with Joel's and let your tits down to graze his chest. 

“C'mere,” Joel whispered and pulled your face to his. He kissed you deep and his cock thickened in your cunt. 

Tommy sighed and gripped your hips with his big hands.

Joel was at full mast and began to rock his hips with more power. His lips broke from yours with a moan. 

“Goddamn,” Tommy muttered, barely able to contain himself. 

“Feel good?” Joel asked. 

“Yeah,” you answered.

“What's it feel like?”

“Like I'm just two holes.” Your pussy quivered at your own words.

“Oh, fuck,” Joel said.

“Yeah, like I'm just two holes, stuffed full... like, you're just gonna keep packing and packing me.”

“God damn right,” Joel agreed.

“Yeah, that's right,” Tommy chimed in. 

“Feels like I can't fit anything else in my body…. like if I drank more than a sip, I'd get heartburn.”

“How your tits feel, baby?” Joel asked. 

“Tender, swollen.” 

“God damn,” Joel said. “Perfect, ain't it? This whole thing we got goin’ on….” He moved his hips more gently, and his breath was becoming more labored with pleasure. “This time…. I want ya to send a selfie every day. You got that? One a day, at least, so I can see how you're doin’.” 

“Okay,” you agreed.

“And I wanna see too,” Tommy added. 

“You wanna see too?” Joel asked. “I don't think so, man.”

“I ain't even blown my load yet,” Tommy reminded Joel. “If ya want me to stuff her with it, you better let me see too.”

“You serious?” Joel asked, nostrils flaring as he glared behind you at his brother.

“What's the big deal?” Tommy asked. 

“She's mine is the big deal,” Joel said. “And that oughta mean somethin’.”

“You're the only one who gets to cum in her cunt,” Tommy reminded him. 

“Watch your step or both holes are mine,” Joel warned. It was becoming heated between them. 

“Yeah…. maybe, maybe you're right,” Tommy said, “She's your girl, I shouldn't be filling her with my cum… Sorry, sugar.” He began to withdraw his cock, and just as the crown of his tip hitched on your tight ring of muscle, Joel protested, “Don't let her down.” 

Tommy repeated, “Sorry, sweetheart. You heard him… you're his.”

“Goddamn right, she's mine,” Joel said.

Tommy argued, “What's a goddamn picture gotta do with bein’ yours, huh? If it's my cum, too, I wanna see how she carries it…. I ain't trying to steal your girl, man.”

Tommy was just sitting there with the tip of his cock in your ass, not moving his hips as he argued with Joel. You were moving a little with the motion of Joel's hips under you, and your ass was slightly lifting Tommy's cock in a joystick motion each time. 

“Alright, how's this,” Joel offered. “We can FaceTime her when we're together.”

“Yeah, okay,” Tommy agreed, then asked you, “Whatcha think about that, sugar?” 

“Sure,” you agreed. 

“But I want the pictures too,” Joel said.

“okay, okay,” you agreed and slightly pushed back on Tommy, moving Joel's cock.

“Ooh-wee,” Tommy smiled. “Fuck, she hungry.” He slid all the way into you with a moan.

“God, I love the way it looks on you,” Joel gushed. “The way what looks?” You asked.

“Bein’ stuffed with our cocks and cum….. love the way your face looks, the way your body looks. God damn perfect.” Joel's hips began to roll with more power, fucking you softly from the bottom as Tommy filled your ass with his cock.

“Alright,” Tommy said, “I'll give ya what ya want, but you gotta tell me what ya want, sugar.” 

“Fill me up,” you pleaded, “Come in me. Come in my ass.”

“Oh fuck,” Tommy moaned, and with a few sharp thrusts, his balls began to unload. His cock twitched in your ass. He held your hips and groaned, turning into a delirious chuckle. “Oh yeah,” he said. 

Joel counted. “Four. Five.”

“Ugh,” Tommy moaned. 

“Six.”

“Oh yeah,” Tommy's hips came to a rest flush against your ass as he dumped the rest of his load. “Seven,” he moaned. 

Your lower body tightened and you began to come, lightheaded from pleasure.

“Yeah, let go,” Joel said. “So perfect,” he encouraged you. “God, I love that face. Fuck.”

You grinded into Joel's pubic bone as your climax throbbed through your clit, radiated through your core and ass, making pleasure possess your whole body.

“Oh God,” you moaned, feeling the pressure of your belly against Joel's lower abdomen. Joel raised his hands to rest on your sides, with the heels of his palms feeling your belly.

“Hell yeah.” And then, with an upward punch of his hips, he began to come again. His cock twitched, and he groaned. He emptied his seed so deep inside you.

“God Almighty,” Tommy said, overstimulated by your trembling cunt and Joel's throbbing cock through your thin membrane.

Joel thrust low and smooth and slid his hands to feel your belly more. The pressure increased in your gut with each rope, and it stretched your skin. Heavy and swollen, you had to imagine it was what pregnancy felt like. 

The pressure became too much, and you had to start sitting up more.

Joel's eyes poured over you in delight. “Perfect,” he repeated. “Gorgeous.” And with his eyes on your tits, you looked down to see how swollen they were. Tommy reached around and held your heavy breasts as Joel finished coming. Tommy massaged your breasts, and the slightest bit of warm milk squirted right at Joel and hit his hairline. 

“Oh, fuck,” Joel sat more upright, drooling for a taste. Your belly pushed into his stomach as Tommy fed him your swollen tit. Joel latched on and sucked what milk he could out out of you. His cock twitched again. 

His lips broke away to marvel, “Jesus… I don't wanna suck ya dry… Wanna enjoy the view for a few hours.” 

But for the sake of balance, he took a few seconds to suckle at your other breast. When he let your sensitive nipple out of his mouth, some drops dribbled down onto the curve of your belly. 

“God, I'm wrecked,” he admitted. “Shit… feel like I'm gonna leave my whole cock in your cunt,” he laughed. “I know that's what she wants, huh?”

“How are we gonna do this,” Tommy asked. 

“Uhh,” Joel thought, “Go ahead and pull out, lay her down, put her feet up for a while. Yeah, get some pillows”

Tommy pulled out and got a pillow from the neighboring mattress, then went to gather more from another cabana. 

You were seated on Joel's cock, and he had his arms around you when he leaned forward and said, “Alright baby, I'm gonna lay ya down.” He gently lowered you into lying on your back, then put you in a mating press. “Good girl, perfect angel.”

When he was satisfied with the amount of pillows Tommy brought back, Joel eased himself out of you and stacked pillows under your knees. 

“How much was it leakin’ last time?” Joel asked. 

“A little,” you said.

“But when I saw you at the store later, you were still pumped full,” Joel recalled.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Didn't really shrink for a day or two.”

“Alright. Good….. I’m so proud of you,” Joel said. “You did real good, sugar,” Tommy added.

“Such a good girl,” Joel brushed hair out of your face. “Yeah, that's my good girl.”

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double play

Tommy and Joel Miller x f!reader, 500 words

WARNINGS: 18+ PIV, degradation, incest via double vaginal penetration, infidelity

You were riding Tommy on the sofa when the truck came rattling down the road. Most of your encounters took place at Joel’s house, since Tommy had a family. Joel pulled into the driveway, and Tommy gritted his teeth with a sharper thrust. His big hands tightened on your hips. When Joel's truck door closed, Tommy's cock twitched, and he let out a low moan. Bouncing on his cock, you cooed, "Gonna cum, baby?"

His tongue was pressing hard against his molars to stay in control.

"Gonna fill me up?" You asked.

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, and his hands forced you to be still on his raging hard cock.

Joel came in, and Tommy's jugular vein was pulsing fast under a cold sweat. "Get in here," Tommy demanded of him.

Joel rubbed his hand over his jeans, and said "Afternoon to you, too..."

"Get the fuck in here,” Tommy repeated.

"Coulda got ready on the drive if I knew ya were here. Damn.”

You rocked yourself on Tommy's cock, and he warned under his breath, "if you don't sit still, god damnit..."

"She's a cumslut, Tommy. What the hell do you expect?" Joel lubed up his thickening cock, pumping it quickly.

"Already made her cum," Tommy complained. Joel explained, "A real cumslut is all about gettin' filled up. Ain't that right, doll face?" Joel's free hand groped your tits from behind.

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Once you and Tommy were laid on the couch and Joel was all ready, Joel straddled Tommy's legs and examined your hole, finding it full of Tommy's cock and dripping with arousal. Joel wedged his fingers in, and a growl left his chest. He placed his hand over Tommy's balls at the base of Tommy's shaft. Joel held Tommy's cock in place that way while Tommy helped spread your thighs. When Joel's tip hit your clit, you whimpered. Then the spongy head dragged down to your already full hole, and prodded to be let in.

Joel used his thumb to force himself in, still not fully erect. Tommy was holding his breath. Joel's shaft quickly thickened as he pushed into you with a grunt.

Tommy let out a sigh of pleasure, and his chest deflated under yours.

Joel pulled back a couple inches then thrust forward, his big cock plowing its way between Tommy's shaft and your stretched walls. Tommy groaned, and his balls tightened, then his shaft twitched, and he erupted, shoving himself deeper into you, packing you tighter as his cum coated your walls and Joel's cock. Joel fucked you through it and Tommy shuddered with the extra stimulation as his balls were drained.

As Tommy finished coming, Joel said, “That ain't enough for this cum dumpster… is it, doll?” He fucked you even as Tommy's spent cock lie drained in your hole. “God Almighty, this slut is one of a kind,” Joel breathed as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” Tommy moaned.

“Couldn't quit this if ya wanted,” Joel taunted him. “Never gonna find one like this again.”

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Joel x Reader x Tommy Masterlist

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[toxicfics]

Hello, Toxy, my darling friend! I am here to bribe you and beg for more of your talent <3 I was so positively shaken by 'Spectators' and the glimpse of lore you gave us, that I just neeeeeeeeeed to know Joel side of this beautiful taboo relationship 🥵

will you be so inclined to tell us more? maybe this gif will inspire you? *slides a battered 20$ bill and all of the change i got in my pocket across the table*

@iamasaddie ... this gif assdhdiowkwkdhf. picks up after spectators. WARNINGS: 18+ degradation, infidelity, manhandling, jealousy, pussy spank, object insertion, incest mentions. 1.4k words

Concessions

You were just about to walk away when Tommy announced, “Joel's got a second date tonight,” and pang of jealousy stopped you in your tracks. You turned half around to call bullshit, making your short dress twirl out almost a little too high in the breeze. “Friend of Maria's,” Tommy said with a smug raise of his eyebrows. “Sorry, doll face.”

Meanwhile, behind home plate, behind the bleachers, Joel stood in front of a small, brick building with his feet spread and arms crossed, biceps straining his faded denim, cigarette between two fingers. As you approached, he mumbled to himself, “here comes trouble.” He threw his cigarette at the gravel and used his boot to smother it before retreating into the concessions kitchen. He started putting another pot of popcorn on the stove. Good excuse not to socialize.

A group of four women in the bleachers looked down their noses at you and murmured amongst themselves. Their lives must have been so boring. Two men in front of them stared shamelessly at you until one of the ladies cleared her throat and snapped at them.

Judging eyes be damned, you proceeded confidently around back of the building and let yourself in without knocking.

Joel didn't bother taking his eyes off the stove as he greeted you with sarcasm. “Come on in, make yourself at home.”

“Hey, big boy.” You stood there looking pretty, and finally he glanced up.

“Popcorn won't be ready for a minute, but you can get in line outside,” he said as if he didn't have his cock in you hours ago.

“You know that's not what I'm here for,” you said saucily.

“Bored of terrorizing my brother?” Joel asked.

You scoffed. “That asshole wouldn't even let me sit down.”

“Bet he was nicer than he coulda been,” Joel said with a bit of a snarl. “Who do you think you are, showin’ up at his son's game, tryin’ to give him a goddamn lap dance in front of Maria's friends? In front of his kid, for chrissake.”

“Public game last I checked,” you said.

Disgust tinged Joel's voice. “You get some kinda sick pleasure outta bein’ a homewrecker?”

“Not my fault he can't keep his dick in his pants,” you pointed out.

“No, but it's your fault everybody gotta know about it” Joel snapped.

“You think everybody knows about it?” you asked.

“Anybody with two eyes and two ears,” Joel said.

“Mm” You replied as though in thought. “They don't *really* know, though.”

“They know enough.”

“They know y'all like coatin’ your cocks in each other's cum? Eatin’ each other outta me? You think they know that?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Joel snapped. He abandoned the stove as he got in your face, neck vein throbbing.

Turned on by his anger, you hooked your hands into his belt and dropped to your knees.

He hesitated for a moment, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with each rise of his chest.

“Ain't doin’ this,” he grabbed both your wrists and shoved them backwards, making you lose your balance and fall to the side.

“What's wrong? Afraid ya can't cum without your little brother's cock smashed against yours?”

“Get up. Get up now.” He grabbed you by your arm, and manhandled you to your feet.

“Just pretend I'm your sister,” You taunted.

He opened his mouth wide and over-enunciated, “Go… home.”

“You know… I dunno who you think YOU are. Couple hours ago you were balls deep in my pussy talking ‘bout the two of you splitting me open tonight. Now you want me to disappear.”

He shifted his weight onto one foot and rested his hands on his hips. “Ain't happenin’ tonight,” he said with nonchalance that sounded more decisive than degrading. The date. Your eyes felt weak.

And for a moment, pity flickered across his face before he hardened his gaze again.

“Shouldn't make a promise ya can't keep, brother,” you said. “Our mama raised you better than that.”

“God damnit, get off the floor.” He manhandled you to your feet and eyed the bin of empty beer bottles in arm's reach.

He turned you around and shoved you against the counter so you were both facing the sink.

He held you by the back of the neck. “Always runnin’ that whore mouth…”

You spread your feet and tilted your hips for his access, and he announced, “There she is. Jackson's most used hole. Ain't even gotta lift your dress to see it.”

He gave your pussy a spank, and the sting of his fingers between your legs felt like such a relief.

He grabbed a bottle and warned, “If you don't smarten up, next time it's gonna be two of these.” He pressed the lip of the bottle against your cunt then wiggled it into your entrance.

Once the first inch was in, he slid the rest of the bottle neck into you with a twist, making you gasp when the body of the bottle pushed at your entrance. Joel's cum from earlier began to drip into the glass.

“Savin’ that for Tommy?” you asked.

“God damnit.” Joel sighed and slipped the bottle out of you, wrapped a rag around the neck, and turned it upside down. He held by the neck and used his other hand to spread your swollen pussy lips. You were dripping arousal and cum. Bottom-first, he wedged the bottle into you with help from his fingers. When your walls were stretched around the glass circle, he pushed with a grunt, making you whimper with the pressure.

“You don't act right, we’ll find out if you can take two of these. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, butterflies in your chest. As if he’d pass up a chance to share a cunt with Tommy.

“Tommy sure as hell won't fuck ya later. Not after that display out there…” He pushed the bottle a little further. “And if I'm gonna bother, gotta know you're tight enough for me to feel somethin’.”

“Felt it earlier didn't you?” You asked.

“Yeah, then I wrecked ya. And if this bottle falls out, I know she's still wrecked.”

He pushed the bottle further into you until your cunt had swallowed the whole fat part of the bottle, and only half the neck was sticking out. It was a remarkable fullness.

“You better pray this dress is long enough, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Though I reckon you'd get off on it, huh? Get off on the whole town seein’ ya walk around with a bottle hangin’ outta your cunt?” He pushed just a little further, and the curved glass of the bottom was flush against your cervix.

“Ow.”

He chuckled darkly, left it there, and stepped back to admire his work. Hands on his hips, he watched you stand upright and tug down your dress–God, it was obscenely short.

“Joel?” A woman’s voice called from outside.

The popcorn was burning.

“Go on,” he nodded toward the door. Get.” He subtly turned his attention toward the stove, and turned the burner off.

With a few slow steps, your cheeks burned at the sensation that your body wanted to push the foreign object out of you, birth it right onto the ground.

“Joel?” the voice was closer

You tried to tighten your muscles to keep the bottle in place, but it was slipping.

You reached down to feel almost the whole neck was out, and the thought of people seeing it under your short dress made your cunt spasm and gush, sending the bottle onto the concrete just as the door opened.

“There you are–Oh!” the woman said as the bottle shattered into a few pieces onto the cement floor.

Face on fire, you looked at the bottle, then glanced at Joel. His eyes met yours with a half smile and he said, “I got it.”

You looked the woman up and down and thought about telling her to enjoy your sloppy seconds, but you left her with an amused half smile. The same one Joel was wearing.

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[toxicfics]

spectators

Tommy Miller x f!reader (500 words)

Blurb for @iamasaddie's 24 h writing sprint 🩷

WARNINGS: 18+ Degradation kink, slut-shaming, infidelity, incest. Mean!Tommy

It was bold of you to show up at Tommy's son's ballgame. A single woman in a short sundress turned a lot of heads... especially when you were rumored to be carrying on an affair with the Miller brothers. You had no business being there, and the side-eyes from other community members only turned you on.  Crossing the lawn, you waved to Tommy, and he barely acknowledged you in response. He clenched his jaw, then gave a short nod and a seething stare.  He was manspreading on a cooler, drinking. As you got closer, he swallowed and shifted his eyes away from you, holding his beer between his knees in a way that had his arms guarding the perimeter of his lap.

Your knee nudged his wrist, making space for yourself, and when you moved to sit on his thigh, he stood up and said, “I don't think so, sugar. You lost your goddamn mind?” His gaze scanned the spectators, and his cheeks heated as he noticed the other parents whispering.

You pouted and complained, “You treat me like a doll, you know. You just pull me out of the toy chest whenever you feel like and then expect me to stay hidden.”

“Sounds about right, doll face,” Tommy answered. “What'd ya expect, a boyfriend?” He scoffed. “Spreadin’ your legs, beggin’ to be used... wanna be more than just a hole? Fuckin' act like it.”

“Okay....see if I spread'em next time,” you threatened. "You wish I was sitting on it right now, don't you?"

Tommy chuckled and stepped back. “Yeah, okay. Shit, look at you trottin’ out here, half naked. Lookin’ for dick anywhere ya can get it, huh?”

“Clearly I started at the bottom,” you snapped back. 

"Who's next, Seth?" Tommy asked.

“Maybe I need some more alone time with Joel,”  you mused.

He didn't take the bait. “He don't want nothin’ to do with ya outside the bedroom, sugar,” Tommy claimed.

Face burning, you threatened, "Who else knows the Miller brothers like to rub their cocks together? What would Jackson think, knowing how much y'all love to cram your big dicks into the same cunt and fill it up together...the way y'all cum so fast when you're together..."

Tommy raised his eyebrows with a smile into the distance. "You'd love that, wouldn't ya? Tellin' everybody what a filthy whore you are?" He looked you up and down and pulled up his jeans, resisting the urge to adjust himself. "How one cock ain't enough for your used up snatch..." His gaze settled on your breasts and their efforts to bust the seam of that dress. The sun was setting, and you relished the way his eyes consumed your body. His chest expanded with a deep breath as he took one last look at your tits. Then he turned his head, spat on the ground, and said, "get the fuck outta here."

“Try not to stare,” you said, and turned to walk away. When you had made it only a few steps, you bent over to pluck a flower, and Tommy got an eyeful of your bare cunt, glistening with a milky glaze. 

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[toxicfics]

The Night

THOMAS HEWITT X F! READER | THE SPREAD one shot

LENGTH: 3100 words | GIRTH: Huge

SUMMARY: A trespasser meets a violent end. You admit your fears to Tommy, and he shows he cares.

WARNINGS: 18+ Canon-typical violence/horror, angst, dark fluff, light somnophilia, unsafe PIV, creampie, fainting, no use of yn, usual masterlist warnings such as size kink, captivity.

NOTES: Tysm for your interest and enthusiasm for this fic ♥️ I appreciate your comments and asks.

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The Hewitts had gone to bed, and Tommy had brought you into his work area to sit in his lap while he disassembled dolls. He lined up the plastic heads and arms and legs and tossed their soft bodies into a pile.

“Where did these come from?” you asked. He looked up toward the upstairs of the main house, then hunched over to work again, and shrugged. When he was done with the last doll, he slid his hands under your arms and stood up, setting you on his desk. Then he bent down to pick up a big flour sack off the floor.

Something clattered outside, and Tommy froze. It was a small sound, like a can being kicked. After a few seconds of silence, a man’s voice cut through the silence. “Hillbillies,” he cursed under his breath.

Tommy turned off the dim worklight.

“Fuckin’ psychos.” The stranger’s voice sounded closer.

He was approaching the garage, with no sign he would turn away. Tommy held onto the chair as he stood up without making a noise, then he pointed under the desk.

You hesitated, and he tightly gripped your arms, pulling you off the desk.

“Ow,” you mouthed. He pushed you down and you obeyed. Under the desk, you hugged your knees to your chest.

Tommy’s bare foot–calloused and enormous– scraped against the dusty floor as he looked around to choose his weapon. His axe was too far–that was his own fault. He lifted a chainsaw, and held it, waiting in the shadows for the intruder to approach.

“What the hell is this junk,” the intruder asked himself, halfway into the garage.

When the man reached for something that hung from the ceiling, Tommy charged at him.

“What the fuck!” The man yelled, and scurried away.

Tommy lumbered after the man until they were out of the garage, and you came out from under the desk to see what was going on. From the shadows, you watched Tommy’s hulking silhouette as he revved and raised the chainsaw, then let it die before thwacking the man with the flat edge of the saw.

The man’s body was sprawled on the dirt. Tommy looked back toward the house, chest heaving, and you ducked back under the desk as he came back.

He came about halfway into the garage, glanced to make sure you were safe, set down his chainsaw, then returned outside. Tommy’s posture was tense. His hands were balled into big fists, which he opened and flexed as he approached the man on the ground. He braced one hand on his thigh as he grabbed a fist-full of the man’s shirt, then dragged him away.

With the man limp on the ground, Tommy reached toward the ceiling. He could have touched the ceiling, and he nearly did. He tugged at chains that hung there, separated two that were tangled, and let them down. Then he bent down and picked the man up with little effort. As Tommy strung him up in chains, the man groaned to life and spat blood on the ground. When Tommy was done tugging at the chains, the man was securely off the ground. Tommy punched at the man. It looked too easy for him. What appeared to be a lazy swing landed a devastating blow to the man’s eye, making the chains shake and the body swing. The man spat more.

You crawled out from under the desk to watch Tommy pull and hack at the man’s clothes with his hands, then a cleaver, pulling the fabric off his body. The man wriggled and thrashed.

“Lemme down, freak!” The man demanded.

Tommy paused to inspect the man’s crotch as he took down his pants and underwear. He sniffed and then pulled his underwear back up. Then Tommy caught sight of you in the corner of his eye. You had crept almost all the way to the front of the garage. The man turned his head, following Tommy’s line of sight, and coughed, then weakly asked, “Hey, you okay?”

Tommy’s head snapped back toward the man and he landed a blow that forced the man’s head in the opposite direction. Then, Tommy grabbed him by the neck and squeezed until he was limp, head bowed, body swinging gently off the ground.

Tommy took a leather apron off the wall and put it on, then grabbed his chainsaw and you asked, “What are you doing??”

With his chainsaw in one hand, he put you over his shoulder and took you back to his sewing desk, manhandling you under it once again. He glared at you with fire in his eyes, then marched back toward where the man was hanging.

Tommy took him down from the chains, and dragged him out of the garage and around the house. After a minute, a reddish light poured onto the dirt and grass, and you emerged from under the desk once again.

It was scary being alone in that place, with your protector out of sight. What if someone came downstairs?

Through a dirty window, you could see Tommy spear the man onto a hook in the meat shed. Then, the chainsaw revved to life, and it made your stomach sick. You retreated under the desk, curling into a tighter ball, tuning it all out.

“TOMMY,” his mother cawed.

Having come out through the front door, she shuffled along the edge of the garage, into the red light. “Are you alright? Do you need help?”

The skirt of her long nightgown was gathered in one hand, and she held a lantern in the other.

She went around the house, toward the light, and the light turned off.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now leave this ‘til tomorrow, so your father can get back to sleep.”

Tommy left the chainsaw behind. placed a hand on his mother’s back, and rushed her toward the front door, pausing to steal a glance in your direction.

“Look at you,” his mother held the lantern up toward his chest while they were paused. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She looked tiny, with her head turned up to look up at Thomas’s face. He brought her toward the door, and she made him promise he’d come in and wash up before going back to bed.

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Tommy set you down in the wood shed, swaddled tightly in a blanket. He situated you on the floor, then stood up. Still fuming, his chest heaved, his eyes were wild, and his hands twitched by his side. “I'm sorry,” you apologized, not completely sure for what. For not staying under the desk? That was the main thing, but you also felt guilty for thoughts he didn't know about. Thoughts of leaving, getting rescued. You were conflicted. Could he sense it?

“I can't,” you began, unsure how to explain this to him. “Thank you for saving me,” you said. “I want to stay with you… but sometimes…” You freed your hands from the blanket, and began to resituated it around yourself.

His watched and squinted.

“I get scared,” you went on. “There's so much danger here… I don't know.”

Tommy huffed and turned his back on you. He shut the door behind him. You heard the chain scraping as he locked up. You curled up on your side, leaving the blanket tightly wrapped around you, and cried yourself to sleep.

It was a deep sleep, with fatigue in your bones. Ever since he’d been keeping you in the shed, your sleep was frequently disturbed by noises of the night, physical discomforts, and the eerie air about the property. If you woke up in the night, your heart would thump and it’d take time to get back to sleep. Sometimes it’d take until dawn. It wasn’t a real life, but you were lucky to be alive. That was more than you could say for your friends. But this sleep was different… this sleep was so deep that even when disturbed, you hesitated to wake up…

Even when the chains and padlock scraped against the shed door in the middle of the night again, it took you time to register what was happening, and even then, your heart rate didn’t shoot up as it normally would, but your heart did thump with dread. What would you do if there were another trespasser? What if he got in? There seemed to be no good answer. You couldn’t stay there forever, but you couldn’t bear to leave Tommy. Resigned to the grim reality, your temples ached and your throat was sore with tears you dared not shed out loud. You would pretend to be asleep or dead. You wouldn’t risk an escape going wrong.

As the shed door was forced open, you heard the familiar rasp of his breathing. Still, you didn't open your eyes until he shut the door behind him and thudded heavily over to your corner. He had made a pillow out of the big flour sack and he had a patchwork quilt with him.

He draped the quilt over you, then held the pillow and observed you sleeping, considering whether to lift your head or let you be.

He lay down on the floor next to you, under the quilt, with the pillow under his freshly washed hair. Then he pressed his warm hand against your back. He pet your back through your button-down shirt-dress, then held his palm still against your back. After a long moment, he moved his hand down your side, lightening his touch.

You rolled over and looked at him.

“Good,” you said. “Good, Tommy. Thank you.” He was there to protect you in the night.

He laid on his side and held you close to his chest under the quilt. Then, when you were asleep again, began to pick at the blanket you were wrapped in under the quilt. He loosened the blanket, unswaddling it, and your loins began to tingle as the layer was removed.

He held you close to him again, then rolled into his back.

He adjusted you so you were hugging his thick torso.

He was the best pillow you could have asked for in that moment. The most comfortable sleep you'd had since ending up on that property. His stomach rose and fell under you, lulling you to sleep with him.

Two heavy hands held you against the mass of his strong body- one hand on your back, and one on your rear.

When the sun began to hint at coming out but while it was still below the horizon, you woke up throbbing between your legs.

Tommy had shifted you and adjusted himself so his dick was wedged between your bodies as it thickened and hardened in his slumber. The massive shape of it against your belly made you tingle. It made you weak with arousal.

Lulled by the rhythm of his breathing, your fatigue overpowered your desire, and you fell back to sleep.

When you woke up again, there was another rhythm.

He was moving you against his cock.

Perhaps without thinking, but your shirt-dress had rode up, and his had been unbuttoned, tugged out from under you so the smooth naked skin of his shaft was hot against your belly.

Hugging his barrel chest, you found comfort in his skin on yours and the softness of his chest hair under your cheek.

You didn't look at him.

He felt even bigger with your eyes closed. It was a mountain of a man you slept on, with your head tucked into his neck.

You couldn't be certain exactly when he woke up, but at some point, his breathing became heavy with want, and his fingers roamed. They pressed into the backs of your thighs, prodded at the pool between your legs, and you were nudged upward on his body.

He fumbled with his erection, nudging at your entrance. You gasped, and a growl escaped

his chest. When he had himself lined up, he eased you onto him, moving his hips, thrusting. At the same time, he braced you by your hips and pushed you down his shaft.

Even in your most aroused state, the intrusion was massive, almost too much.

You held your breath as the tip breached the first inch of your cunt, pushing you open as he sheathed himself in your warmth.

Then he thrust in quick pulses, easing his heft into your tight pussy, splitting you open with his girth. And when he was fully buried in your wet pussy, he let out a ragged breath and stopped moving. His sturdy torso relaxed under you and his cock twitched, snug in your warmth.

He growled, and it was more of a purr, like a big cat. Remaining perfectly still in the warmth of your cunt, his chest rose and fell under you and reached a rhythm so steady it told you he was back asleep.

With your bodies joined and his big hands on your back cradling your much smaller frame against him, you felt safe.

The man who could snap you like a twig, sturdy as a tree, instead was your protector.

You dreamed you were riding a horse in the Hewitt field, and the dry yellow grass was stained red and black, matted to the dirt in some parts.

There was a rusty bicycle on its side with a wheel spinning and a girl running her hands through the wheat that swayed in the wind. In a little white dress, the girl looked up with a smile, then ran away, dragging her fingers against the wheat as she skipped.

You had the sense that she was skipping toward danger. But what were you supposed to do about it? It wasn't your land. It hardly felt like you belonged.

You could put her on the horse with you and gallop somewhere, but where? To the city? What would you do with her?

Her dress was old and white like the house, and the hem scraped the dirt at the edge of the wheat field. She seemed to know what she was doing more than you. She was comfortable and confident.

Then, an older woman called out, “dinner's ready.”

The girl's smile fell, but it was too late for you to help. She put on a brave face, held her head high, and began to skip again - slower, feet dragging.

You couldn't make your horse move. They disappeared into the distance.

Then, you dreamed that you were on vacation, Tommy. A normal vacation.

His face was bare, handsome and freckled, with a strong jaw and long hair in a ponytail. He held your small hand in his, led you toward a beach, and watched your face.

You relaxed and smiled.

‘Let's go in,’ he said, but not out loud. You heard a voice in your head, husky, deep, and kind, but it didn't come from his mouth.

“Where?” you asked.

‘In the water,’ he said. “I've got you.” He put his hands on your waist and hoisted you against him, hugging you to the chest as he waded into the water.

His fat fingers were in your hair when you woke up, and his cock, as thick and stiff as ever, was hugged tight by your pussy.

You lifted your head and shifted your hips, earning a slow thrust in response. You moaned and looked up at him and he stroked your face with his big thumb.

Pushing yourself up on him, you whimpered as you sank deeper onto his cock. His broad chest was framed by each side of his open shirt, and his middle was littered with nicks, cuts, and raised scars.

“Good morning,” you whispered, and a glint came alive in his blue eyes. You moved your hands to his tummy as you sat more upright. His hands went to your hips, holding you firmly, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

“I'm not going,” you said. He relaxed, but kept his hands there. You placed your own hand firmly against your belly, curious if you could feel the shape of him from the outside. He was so big, it felt like he took up all your space.

Your thighs were spread wide.

He grunted with a slow thrust.

There was nothing left but you and him.

The way he looked at you gave you the confidence to play with him. The way he looked at you, like he'd never seen a woman sitting on his cock.

It made you want to give him a show.

You unfastened the remaining buttons on your shirt carefully as he watched, shifting his hips a couple of times, making you gasp as his erection nudged your cervix.

With your blouse fully open, you massaged your breasts, moved your hips. Using your hands for leverage, you bounced yourself on his cock, starting slowly. You did it just a few times, enough to see the animal behind his eyes come alive. He reached for your breasts. His eyes poured

over you like he didn't know what to do where to start.

You lifted and bounced yourself, keeping your quads tensed, hands pressed into his hairy flesh, pulsing up and down. Leaning forward, you grinded yourself against his stomach and let some of his length out to relieve your cervix. His middle moved with each grind of your hips, and his nostrils flared. His breath became more labored. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your ass with a bruising possessiveness. Then, he began to manhandle you on his cock like you were an extension of his hands, wrapped around his dick. When pleasure spread across your face, his wild eyes were captivated.

He grunted, and you gushed. The pale light of the pre-dawn hours had grown as the sun rose.

The sunrise was visible in his eyes.

With his hands holding you steady, you bent forward, rolled your hips, and the pressure burst in your depths. Your mouth fell open with a breathy moan, conscious of your volume. Scared to make noise. Terrified of everything but him, and everyone but him in that moment.

He growled and sat up, gripping your hips and pulling himself up by pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, and his cock twitched, pulsing warmth that made you sigh and swoon, weakening in his arms with the overwhelming pleasure.

When you opened your eyes again, Tommy had laid you down with your head on the pillow and was thumbing at your face. Seeing you awake, relief softened his eyes. He looked at you like he didn't know how such a pretty thing could be his. Like he hoped he wouldn’t break you.

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Hole on the Wall

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x fem reader

LENGTH: 900 Words | GIRTH: A lot

SUMMARY: Badly craving cock after your last visit to Dr. Joel Miller, You set out to get what you want.

WARNINGS: (dubcon via) drinking, degradation, promiscuity (pos), objectification, unsafe semi-public piv smut, creampie, anxiety, Tommy's belly

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After Dr. Joel Miller fucked you, he was on your mind constantly. *It* was on your mind. Shy to go back without medical pretext, you took care of yourself frequently... but it wasn't enough.

You needed a dick so bad, you let your former situationship fuck you. But you knew he couldn't fill you up the way Dr. Miller could. The effort was even sadder than you imagined. You had come down with something, and the only prescription was Dr. Miller's cock.

You went to the Tipsy Bison one night, craving the touch of a man. You wore a short skirt and sexy boots over your bare legs. After a few minutes at the bar, you set your sights on a thick man with freckles and a killer smile. His dark hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and he was wearing jeans as tight as Dr. Miller's… they looked even tighter, if that was possible, but it might have been the effect of the stranger's beer gut.

There was something sexy about the way he wore the weight. Like he just couldn't help himself. Like he was packed full, tight as a drum, clothes straining to contain his indulgence. He patted it after a long gulp, then used both hands to lift it and said “whew,” then adjusted his belt.

Once he caught you looking, he shamelessly looked back. He kept offering to buy you a drink until you accepted. He ran his hand up your thigh as you talked. And drank.

And you ended up wasted with him finger blasting you on the bar stool. He brought you all the way to the edge, then chuckled. “Please,” you wined.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he agreed and corralled you into a dark corner. He kissed on your neck and felt your breasts and with the cover of dark, you dared to grope at his jeans. The girth made you moan out loud. Seconds later, you had your hand shoved down the man's jeans, fumbling to pull his cock out.

He hiked up your thigh, pinned you to the wall with his belly, and thrust at you, sloppily prodding at your soaked panties, until you reached down and pulled them to the side.

His stomach nearly crushed you against the wall. “Fuck, get in there,” he commanded his cock, panting with the effort. “C’mon, Tommy,” he said to himself, then he found the angle to breach your dripping hole. “Fuck yeah,” he said, plunging further into you. “Yeah, just like that,” he breathed. “Mmm.” He grunted and cursed as he buried his cock in you, leaving you with shallow breaths, cunt packed as tight as his jeans. The steady grind of his heft against your front wound you up again, then made you snap. You came on his cock, and he gushed, “Oh, good girl, yeah.”

Fucking you through it, he said, “Oh, fuck, been thinkin’ bout this all day.” His thrusts became more powerful, “Findin’---oh, fuck—findin’ a hole for this load–fuuuuuck.”

He bottomed out and pulsed in your womb, making your chest and face go cold with a rush of sobriety. Jesus, what were you doing?

“Oh, God,” he sighed as he emptied his balls in you. "

His eyes closed and his face became peaceful. Then, when he opened his eyes, slid is dick out of you, and remembered you were a person, he saw the look of sobriety on your face.

“Oh, uh,” he leaned forward with his hand on the wall and chuckled, and the notes of beer on his breath wafted into your face. He took his hand off the wall to tuck his cock away.

“You good?” He asked, then sucked in his belly to button his pants.

“MILLER,” the bartender called over, the name making your breath hitch. “Don't skip out on me.”

Tommy saluted in response.

“Miller?” You asked.

“Dr. Tommy Miller,” he saluted, at you this time.

Your eyes went wide. “Doctor?”

“Veterinarian,” he said. “Mostly breedin’ these days... Horses.” He tugged your skirt down and added, “Mostly,” before placing his hand on the wall again with a smile.

Then it hit you. You knew him, you just hadn't recognized him with the ponytail and weight and lack of flannel shirt. But sure enough, it was Tommy Miller. He used to be on the council. He and Joel didn't look much alike to you, so you hadn't put two and two together.

But the way they moved, the way they walked, the way they wore their jeans: no doubt they were brothers.

You called Dr. Joel Miller that night.

Left a slurred message about needing to come in. When you woke up the next morning, the need between your legs was somehow more desperate than ever. You were already halfway to the finish line with your hand between your legs.

And you just had to give yourself 20 seconds of attention, just enough time for Dr. Joel Miller to stick his cock in you and cum.

Then, when you came, a wave of shame hit you as you remembered calling Dr. Miller. You were hoping you had dreamed it. All of it.

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Dark!Dr. Miller x f!reader | 2825 words | Joel Masterlist

Tight little pussy, huh? Meow. Sweet little kitty.

SUMMARY: You come a pelvic exam, and Dr. Miller gives it to you.

WARNINGS: 18+, misconduct, manipulation, degradation, dirty talk, breeding talk, public groping, dubcon piv smut, stirrups, speculum, cum play, ass play, Dr. Miller dresses like a piece of meat

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At the farmer's market, you were picking out a few potatoes when a big man in skin tight jeans strode into your peripheral vision. He picked up a sweet potato and tossed it to himself, then held it up and said “this is what ya want right here.”

You turned to see Dr. Miller pull his head back as though surprised to see you. “Well look who it is,” he said, looking you up and down. “Shoulda recognized that profile,” he ogled your chest.

“Here ya go, darlin’,” he offered you the sweet potato. The size of his hand made it look like little a fingerling. “These are good for ya,” he noted as you accepted it into your palm. “Vaginal ph,” he specified.

You thanked him, and his reference to your vagina was the least of your concerns. You were frozen by the knowledge that for weeks, you'd been fantasizing about this man. And he seemed well aware of this, you thought, based on the tinge of smugness to his energy.

“Yeah, that's real important… when’s the last time ya had a pelvic exam?” he asked.

“Um-”

“You oughta come in for one. Nothin’ like a clean bill of health for peace of mind,” he smiled.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Of course, I'm sure yours is fine,” he reassured you, then added under his breath, “Better than fine, i reckon. Ya look real good…” He stepped closer, and looked around before asking, “Takin’ care of yourself, sugar?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you answered.

He rubbed one side of his beard and said, “Good, good…” Then, he pulled up his pants, rested both hands on his hips, and when your eyes followed his hands, the bulge in his obscene jeans captured your gaze. He shifted his weight onto one foot and patiently waited for your attention to return to his face. “Anyway,” he chuckled. He squinted, looked down at himself, and then raised his eyebrows at you. “You know I'm happy to help ya any way I can, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed.

His voice was low and husky. “All ya gotta do is spread those legs for me, darlin’.... I'll give ya what ya need.”

“What I need?” you asked.

He adjusted himself, then urged, “Go ahead. Touch it.”

You looked around, face blazing hot. Nobody was looking. He stepped even closer, and you didn't step away.

“Alright, gimme a hug,” he commanded. And when you did, his cock was hard. It twitched against you. “Touch it. Now.”

Your breath hitched, and you were compelled to obey. Pulling your arm out of the hug, you brought your hips back enough to graze it with your wrist. “Uh-huh,” he encouraged you. “Good girl.”

You ran the back of your hand over it, a light massage with the dips and ridges of your knuckles.

“A little squeeze now,” he directed.

Then you put your palm on the warm lump of his denim and squeezed.

“Attagirl,” he cooed and caressed the back of your head. “Yeah, good girl. Wasn't so hard, huh? Gave ya somethin' to think about later.”

He adjusted himself, kissed you on the head, then he gave you a warm smile and cupped your cheek. “See ya soon, sweetheart.”

Jesus, he left you in a puddle of arousal. He could help you with anything you needed.

Even being fucked at the farmer's market, you wondered?

Then you answered yourself - you just had to spread your legs for him.

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The Appointment

Dr. Miller was beaming with the certainty of getting laid.

“Been lookin’ forward to this,” he said. “Come on in.” As he shut the exam room door behind you, he glanced at a folded gown on the bed with a chuckle, then picked it up and patted the papered cushion for you to sit doen. He tossed the folded gown onto the counter, then approached you with a dark glint in his eyes. He placed one hand on each of your thighs and gave them a squeeze. “You good, baby? Need my assistant, Mary Jane today?” he offered with a wink, glad to retrieve some weed if you needed help loosening up.

“No, I'm good.”

He spread your knees and got between them, then cradled your head with one hand and brought his nose to your hair to take a deep breath of your scent. “Good girl….’

He peeled off your yoga pants, and you didn't miss the way his eyes darkened. His nostrils flared with a deep breath as your cunt was exposed.

“Time to spread those pretty legs.” He helped your feet into the stirrups. “Scoot on down for me,” he encouraged you from his rolling stool.

“Mm-mm-mm. Look at that pretty pussy,” he murmured to himself.

“Want me to wear gloves?” he asked, and your cheeks heated as you stammered, “um, whatever you think is best.”

A smile spread across his face, and his head tilted forward. “That's my girl. Now, you know I gotta spread you open so I can see all the way in there. Am I gonna find anything? Any wussy little load from your boyfriend?”

“I don't have a boyfriend,” you said.

“Alright. Maybe its been a while, then… I'm gonna help work ya open.”

He rolled over to the counter to get a bottle of lube, and as he returned, your eyes were on the massive bulge between his legs.

He followed your eyes, looked down at himself, and used his entire hand to grab his package with no subtlety at all. He even let out a little grunt. Then he raised a smug eyebrow and cracked, “yeah, you show me yours, i'll show ya mine… in a minute, sugar.”

He squirted lube on his fingers and applied it to the apex of your cunt first, watching it drizzle down over your hole. Starting with both thumbs on either side of your clit, he worked his way down your puffy lips, then back up where he focused on your sensitive bud.

Once he had you churning out your own arousal, he nudged a finger into your entrance, making you gasp. He looked up at you over his glasses. “Tell ya what, darlin’... Go head and take off that shirt for me, will ya? Might as well knock out two exams ” You swallowed and looked around the empty room as though expecting judging eyes, then complied with the doctor's order. He slid his finger in and out of you, then added another. He wet his lips and watched his fingers disappear into your cunt each time he pushed them through your walls.

“She's a tight little pussy, huh? Meow. Sweet little kitty.”

He finger fucked you and brought his other hand to rest on your lower belly as he did it. “It's okay, baby.”

He began to work your clit with his thumb.

“You know the best way to get ya nice and open?” He asked. “Good old-fashioned orgasm. Really does the trick. Open ya right up.” He rubbed your clit expertly. “Might be a little looser for me, but that's okay. Dr. Miller's got a big one,” he chuckled to himself, and your face got so hot it tingled..

“Come on, baby,” he said. “Come on these fingers.” He replaced his thumb on your clit with two flattened fingers. And you were getting close, nearly writhing. Your thigh muscles were tense. Your whole body seemed to tense.

He glanced up and reminded you, “Breathe for me, sweetheart…it's all right now….. breathe,” he kept rubbing at you. “Close your eyes and breathe….” When you closed your eyes, a moment later, you felt the unmistakable slide of his tongue over your clit. Then he sucked, flicked his tongue, and pumped his fingers, and reached up for your breast. With a curl of his fingers inside you, his combination of moves unlocked your peak.

As you were coming, you tried not to make noise. The room felt like it would echo. It felt like it should be a quiet place.

“It's okay,” he reassured you. “Alright, baby…. Let it out.”

You let out a little moan, then he cupped your clit as you finished.

He said, “We got some work to do on that…. But let's get this exam over with.”

“Work to do?” you asked.

“Nothin’, never mind,” he said. “Ooh, she's nice n juicy for me.” he slid a third finger into your cunt and said, “Oh yeah, she's ready.”

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He looked at the different speculum sizes, selected one, and lubed it up. He gently eased it in, spread it open, and it clicked into place.

“Ow,” you winced.

“You're okay,” he said, then positioned his snake-neck magnifying lamp to observe inside you.

“Cervix looks healthy, everything normal. Arousal? abundant,” he chuckled to himself. “You're in good shape, sweetheart,” he gave you a proud look over his glasses. “And you're right, I don't see a single sperm in here.” He turned the magnifying lamp off and pushed it out of the way. Then he slid the speculum out and asked, “Now…why don't we fix that, hmm?” Your clit spasmed at his question, and your tongue couldn’t find words.

“Oh baby, I gotta paint those walls,” he rubbed his hand over the hard, thick outline of his cock.

“You don't gotta say nothin’,” he reassured you. “That was our deal. All ya had to do was spread those legs….”

He took his glasses off, stood, and pulled his scrubs down, proudly displaying his massive manhood in his hand. A dew drop beaded at the slit. He positioned himself for entry, with your feet still in the stirrups.

Holding his dick loosely with two fingers, he bounced the tip against your clit, making pleasure shoot through your whole being.

“Yeah, this is what ya came for,” he murmured.

He notched himself at your entrance, grabbed hold of your knees, and pushed his hips forward, watching his cock disappear into your spread-wide cunt. “Mmm,” he moaned and pulled back his hips, watching your pussy cling to his shaft as it retreated.

“Goddamn.”

He plunged to the hilt, bottoming out with a grunt, drawing a moan from you. “You got a real nice little kitty here,” he said. “I think she likes me,” he chuckled to himself.

He buried his cock in you, and his eyes poured over your naked body like it was the most normal thing in the world. His girth was spreading you wider than the speculum had. You thought about what he said and wondered if you were tight enough, even after your orgasm.

“Oh yeah, she's nice and easy,” he narrated. Watching you swallow up his cock, he placed his hand on your lower belly.

He drove his hips into you and panted, “you're a real good girl, lettin’ me stuff you with this cock….yeah…. And now I'm gonna fill up this pretty hole, ‘cause you're such a good girl.”

He fucked you in relative silence for a minute, aside from his moans. “Oh, yeah,” he buried his length in your pussy. “Ugh,” again. “Like that…. Yeah, take it.” He was so big, and you got wetter and wetter, helping his massive shaft slide through your walls. “Goddamn…Oh, God.” He fucked you. “Yeah.” His grunts and curses became more frequent, and his breath grew uneven.

“Fill ya right up," he said. “Gonna come on this cock?” He asked.

“I don't know.” Your voice was shaky.

“That's okay, baby…. no pressure… i’m sure as hell gettin’ off though,” he half-chuckled, then closed his mouth grunted, watching your cunt swallow his length.

His brow furrowed. “Oh, yeah,” and his hips snapped faster. He whispered a curse as his cock began to twitch deep in your center.

“Oh, fuck,” he exhaled with half a laugh as though in disbelief. His mouth stayed open, “Ohhh..” His cock kept twitching, and the warmth spread inside you.

He rubbed your clit, bottomed out, and swirled his hips. Then your spine arched with release.

“Goddamn, baby,” he panted.

“You just let me fill ya right up, huh?” he asked. “Um,” you stammered, “what?”

“Nah, don't answer that, we both saw it….. we both felt it too, didn't we?”

His cock was still inside you. “I was right about her,” he said to himself. “Proud of ya, sweetheart… takin that big load…. Yeah…. Spreadin’ those legs, in the air, takin’ that big fat load…”

He brought his hips back and gently thrust as he spoke to you.

“You must have thought about what I said, huh?”

“What part?” You asked.

“I reckon that's why you're here, ain't it? Some help gettin’ knocked up? His hips swirled.

“Well,” you said, “I dunno…”

“You ain't sure?” He asked. “You better be sure, darlin’. You just had me dump all that baby juice in ya….

He stopped moving his hips and looked at you with skeptical eyes.

“It's alright….we can get it out,” he offered.

He slid his dick out of you and stuffed it back in his pants. Then he sat down on his rolling stool again and looked at your cunt head-on.

His seed was drooling out of your used hole.

He stuffed his fingers in there and began to finger fuck you, hooking his fingers to bring some of his cum out of your depths.

“Hold on,” he said, and then he got the speculum. He inserted the metal device in your pussy again and opened it. He gave a low whistle as he observed your cervix coated in his cum. He grimaced and sucked in air through his

teeth. “She's wide open, sweetheart. Afraid I'm already in…. What day of your cycle are you on?” When you told him, he did some math in his head and said, “oh, okay…. probably won't take this time…..”

He kept looking inside you and said, “you really oughtta see this…” he gave another low whistle. “God damn, she’s pretty dressed in white,” he chuckled.

“You sure you want me to take this all out?”

Your head fell back, “I don't know. Yeah. Can you?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart… try my best. What's in is in, though.”

He fingered you, gathered his cum toward your entrance, and explained, “ain't gonna slop it all out yet or we'll, have a big ol' mess on our hands.”

But once he had gathered the cum all together, he said, “Alright now.”

He used his free hand to lube up your anus and his pinky, which prodded at the tight ring of muscle.

You asked, “What are you doing?” And he said, “helps if i brace myself.”

He worked his finger into you, and said, “Yeah, just like that.” Then withdrew the digit.

Once he was done gathering the semen, he pulled the messy glob all the way to the edge of your anus, then slid his two fingers down, pushing the glob of cum to your asshole.

He pushed as much as he could of it into your ass. “There we go,” he said as he did it. “There we go.”

He took the speculum out of your cunt and asked, “You let a lot of fellas come inside?”

“No,” you answered.

He said, “Hey, no judgment… ya sure did seem to like it….It's okay if ya do,” he said. “But I gotta know. cause when ya do get knocked up, I wanna know if it's my kid or not….Help ya out either way.

Just gotta know what to expect. So, do me a favor and keep track, would ya?” He asked.

“Keep track of what?” You asked.

“However many guys are stickin’ their dicks in ya, from here on out…. Can ya do that for me?”

“Yes, I'm not really having sex with anyone," you explained.

“We'll see," he said. “Ya know, there's actually some advantages of having multiple partners, especially in the same night or so… right in that ovulation window… If I'm not available and you just gotta get pregnant.”

All you could do was listen.

“If that's the case, make sure ya get at least two or three of them shooting loads up in there…. That way, if any of’em got bad sperm or dumb genes, the other guys will beat them out.” He looked like he'd just shared a secret with you. “Ya know, the more DNA ya got, the better chance of gettin’ a really good sperm.”

Then he brought himself back to reality and said, “But you're in luck, ‘cause *all* of Dr. Miller's sperm is good.” He gave you a wink, then added, “When you're ready, of course.” He wiped you and helped you get dressed again.

“Good girl,” he said as he finished putting your pants back on. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

He seemed pleased by how you looked, and the way he gazed at you made you feel beautiful.

When you got home and looked at the mirror, you understood his gaze differently. You were so wrecked, it looked like you had been in some kind of accident.

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Thank you for reading! 🖤

FYI I wrote this by voice, and the meow was high- pitched.

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Random food for thot that I thought you may enjoy - Joel and Tommy doing a kind of good cop/bad cop routine with a rescued, kind of feral reader. Reader has Gone Through It (maybe raider fodder or something idk) and is distrustful. Tommy is all smiles and sweet words, Joel is all grumpy but caring. I have a vivid picture in my mind of them trying to get reader to take a bath, and Tommy is trying to coax ‘C’mon sugar, it’ll be nice’ and then Joel just straight up tosses them into the tub, clothes and all.

Hope things are good with you and yours. As always, thank you for the joy you bring <3

Yes, tsuki!!! Yes!! I love it. Ty for sharing. 🩷🩷

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"How 'bout we get you outta these dirty clothes, darlin'," Tommy suggests, and you shake your head no, curling into a ball. "Well, you ain't gotta be naked," he clarifies with a smile. "You can wear some clean clothes. How's that?"

You study his face in curiosity.

"You're gonna feel so much better," Tommy promises. "Even get ya set up with some hot water....How's that?"

He puts a big pot of water on the stove and roams around finding some clean clothes for you. He puts them in the bathroom with a towel.

When the water's ready, Tommy takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. Your eyes well up in tears and you hug yourself, still not ready.

"Alright, listen," Tommy puts his hands gently on your shoulders. "You gotta do this for me, baby..."

"Just put her in the goddamn tub, Tommy," Joel demands from the bathroom door. "C'mon. Now. Before it gets cold."

Your eyes are wide as you look back and forth between them.

Tommy takes a deep breath and offers, "All right, how about we'll give you some privacy, and-"

Joel charges in, grabs you by your arm, pulls you to your feet, wrangles you over to the tub, and lifts you into it, clothes and all. You're squirming, and he keeps his hands firmly on your shoulders. "Cut it out, that's enough."

"Hey, hey," Tommy protests, "Get the hell off her!"

"I ain't sleepin' til we check her for bites," Joel says, "and I need some god damn sleep. Let's get this over with."

You look at Tommy with hopeful eyes, but he doesn't tell Joel to back off. He says, "Joel's right, darlin'. We gotta check ya."

You twist away from Joel's grasp, glare at him.

"Give us some space," Tommy asks.

"Treatin' her like a damn kitten," Joel grumbles. He steps back but doesn't leave the bathroom. He keeps a watchful eye on you.

Tommy coaxes you out of your shirt and undershirt, gently lifting your arms, pulling his gaze away from your chest every time his eyes linger. "Good," he whispers as you let him check you. His gentle fingertips are feather light on your skin. "Lotta bruises," he mutters. Just as you've calmed down, he says "Now, you know we gotta check your legs too..." and you start getting worked up again.

"Ain't bit, are ya?" Tommy asks.

No, you shook your head, and choked back tears.

"Those guys do somethin' to ya?" Tommy asks. You pinch your eyes shut. "We ain't gonna hurt ya....but we can't take care of you unless we know you ain't bit."

You stare at the water with tears falling from your cheeks, sitting back on your haunches in the water with your pants still on.

Tommy continues, "And I wanna take care of ya, sugar. I do..... so lemme get ya checked out, then you can relax, we'll get ya some clean clothes on, make a fire..."

"For Christ's sake, Tommy." Joel walks up to the tub and puts his hands on his knees. "I'm gonna pick you up now," He warns in a stern voice. Then he bends down, wraps an arm around you, and lifts you up.

"Pants, take the pants down, Tommy."

Tommy hesitates and asks you, "Is it okay?"

"DO IT, Tommy. God damn. Ain't got more time to waste."

Tommy peels your pants down, revealing a red pool in your underwear that begins to dye the bath water.

Both men get awkward. "Now that's just, uh, that's your uh, menstruation, ain't it?" Tommy asked. "I mean you ain't hurt, are ya?"

"I don't know," you whisper shakily.

"All right, take'em off, take'em off," Joel tells Tommy, then to you: "It's okay, baby. You're doin' good."

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[toxicfics]

Just a little slice of pwp peach pie...

Joel Miller x f!reader | Left in Lincoln | 1150

CONTENT: 18+ PWP Drabble, PIV smut, anal play, light rimming, innocent reader, creampie, praise

NOTE: Please call your senators about HR 1. This wk I'll have Voicemail Happy Hours for the cause.

You were face-down on the bed with your ass in the air. Joel was lapping at your cunt, and after making you come once, his licks began to wander toward your ass. He flattened his tongue and dragged it up across the thin bridge of skin between your holes. He tongued your taint and pressed a French kiss onto it. When his tongue teased your rim, you flinched.

He had told you already... how you needed to love every part of each other. Enjoy every part. How you're supposed to. He had teased it with a wet finger, but this was the first time with his tongue. You were still a little nervous.

“Just one more beautiful part of ya, darlin’. Beautiful as all the others.”

You tried to relax as Joel’s hands gently spread your cheeks, and the air felt cool on your asshole, wet with his saliva. He groaned at the sight of your pretty little hole. Then, his warm, humid breath hit it, and his tongue went to work again. He kneaded your cheeks and moaned into your ass as he tasted it. His effusive enjoyment put you at ease. The more you relaxed, the more the pleasure shot through your body.

He pulled his head back and you heard him gather saliva in his mouth before spitting on your hole. He wedged a thumb halfway in, slowly wriggling it until it was comfortably plugging you.

You let out a whine and buried your face in the pillow.

“Good girl,” he gushed, his voice wrecked with want. “You're doin’ so good, baby.”

An appreciative whine was caught by the pillow, and your hips tilted just a bit, hoping to tempt him with your other, juicier hole.

“God damn, you–oh, God you make me so hard, baby.”

You were already throbbing at the tightness of him plugging your ass, and now you were melting at his voice. The primal need in his low timbre dripped with a sweet coat of affection. Your cunt was fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled.

You knew all you had to do was ask. You turned your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

“Joel? Please–i want you inside,” you requested.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “In here?” He wiggled the thumb in your ass.

“No, not… not yet” you answered. “My other hole hyst feels so empty…”

Joel groaned at your words. “Oh darlin’,” he sucked air in through his teeth. “I can see how bad ya want it.”

You were going to be dripping all over the bed if he didn't fill you with his cock soon enough.

Without taking his thumb out of your ass, he got up on his knees and his stiff cock slapped against your inner thigh, sending a bolt of arousal through your. He ran his tip through your dripping folds, then lined himself up and began to push in. His girth was still so much for you. So much to feel, so much to comprehend. As the crown of his broad tip breached your front door, you gasped.

“Good girl,” he whispered, inching into you with care, pushing you apart. His thumb stayed planted in your ass as his cock slowly divided your walls. Then, with his free hand firmly holding your hip, he slid into place, fully sheathing his stiff length in your warmth. Seated fully in your tight, wet cunt, he marveled at how well you took him.

“Peaches, baby—Ohh, God in heaven…”

His fingers held onto the plush of your ass cheek with his thumb still plugged in the hole. He pulled his hips back, withdrawing a few inches, watching your pussy grip his length, begging to have him all the way in again.

“God damn,” he whispered, then slammed into your cunt, and his balls swung with the impact. A sweet little grunt escaped your lips, taking with it all the air in your lungs. The impact made your heart skip a beat. He was so careful, but he was a big man, strong, with a powerful lust for you and only you, and in moments like those, you realized how much he’d been holding back. He'd unleash himself bit by bit, in little moments that left your heart thumping and head spinning and echoed in your cunt.

The next stroke of his cock was less of a punch, but no less deep. A smooth intrusion into your depths. After bottoming out, he paused to whispered, “I’m so proud of you, baby.” Then, he ramped up to a steady rhythm.

He pounded your pussy as well as he knew you could take it, holding your ass for leverage with his thumb keeping you full.

His cock was so stiff and wet with your slick, filling your body just right. He grunted as he buried his length in you. His hips moved faster, and the frag of his tip nudged a special spot in your core, making you dizzy in the chest and nervous in the tummy. Pressure built, and he encouraged you, “Yeah, you're doin’ so good, baby, so close, lemme have it, sugar, lemme–ohh, ugh.”

You gushed with a moan, and whimpered as your walls clamped down around his cock and your whole earthly body was overcome with bliss. Your knees weakened with pleasure, but he held you steady with his thumb.

“Ohh, fu–oh, baby,” he panted, his voice bumpy with the impact of his quick thrusts, fucking you through it until he couldn't hold back anymore. He slowed down and slid all the way into your gushing, fluttering hole, bottoming out just in time to finish. The eruption in your belly felt was massive. His bursts were hugged by your own spasms, and his grunts turned into sighs as you milked his cock, draining his balls dry.

Tears and sweat were wetting your pillow, and after a long pause, when he gently pulled out, the twinge of loss only lasted a moment. His thumb slid out, and he gave your bottom an affectionate squeeze, then he covered your body with his. Caging you to the bed, he let some of his weight onto you. Warm and heavy and reassuring.

His wet cock, still hard, pressed against your skin. He let his forehead sin into the pillow, temple against yours, hand on your back of your head. Then he turned his face toward you and asked, “You know how much I love you?”

And you turned your head enough to peek at his dark eyes, and nod.

“I love you, too,” you whispered with wet eyes and a little smile.

“C'mere.” He kissed you on the cheek, then the lips, taking a long drag of air in through his nose before releasing your mouth. Then he settled into bed half on top of you with his leg over yours, hand on your far shoulder, stroking your back with his thumb.

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Um, hello. Were you just not going to tell us that our sweet baby Vamp and Eric Fucking Northman were slutting it up in the French Riviera last weekend? I had to find out about this on TikTok? He even lent Vampire Eric his slutty leather thigh-high boots?! Like what is even happening. This is MAJOR.

Please tell Vamp he looked so cute in his airport outfit and handbag.

<3

Well, you know what they say about what happens on the French Riviera…It's not every day Joel comes face to face with a man nearly 600 years (and 6”) his senior. He and Eric have traded some letters through the years, and Joel has tried to persuade Eric to visit, but Eric always feels too conspicuous, too anxious that he can't pull it off undetected. What he needs is confidence, Joel thinks. Take Joel… he doesn't travel often, but when he does, he always looks his best at the airport and makes eyes at the customs officials. Not once has his passport been closely inspected. Before they parted ways, Joel shoved his cuntest pair of boots into the taller man's chest with a challenge: “These are your passport now.”

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Bound for the floor

You and Dr. Robby have a toxic history, but the sex was great. You've put it behind you and keep things professional at work.... until adrenaline's running high and inhibitions are running low.

Dom Dr. Robby x fem Reader

1275 Words

18+ unsafe PIV smut, manhandling, exasperated Dr. Robby but he's soft for you at heart 🥺

NOTES - We need to stop the senate from passing the Big Beautiful Bill Act, which gives more than $1 trilliion to the wealthy by cutting critical programs. 5calls makes calling easy.

You should be cleaned up by now, and your hands and face are, but you're taking longer because you're overwhelmed and don't want anyone to see you cry. Dr. Robbie is against the door on the outside of the bathroom. He knocks lightly and tries to coax you out of the room. “I can take you somewhere else, but I can't have you locked in there for safety reasons.”

When you don't answer, a key slides into the lock, and before it turns, he says “I'm gonna open this door now, okay? Let's get you moved to a quiet room."

“Okay,” you're barely audible.

He slowly opens the door, and the scene makes him shut the door behind himself. There you are, on the floor, all disheveled, with your scrubs off. “Alright, I'll – gimme the scrubs, I'll take’em to the scrubs exchange.”

Then he sees your wet cheeks and sighs.

He sits down with you and comforts you while you cry. He lets you rest with your head on his chest for a moment and lets the chaos fade, then places his hand on the back of your head and his voice is low and gentle “Come on, I've got another quiet place for you.”

You ask, “Will you come in with me?"

He rests his head on the wall, looking at the ceiling like he knows it's a bad idea. You take your head off his chest to look at him.

“For a minute, if you need me to," he agrees.

He tries to help you put yourself back together, gathering your scrubs from the floor. You're not doing much of anything to help yourself.

He tries to help you fix the strap of your undershirt camisole, and you suddenly twist in a way that makes his hand graze your nipple. He swiftly puts his hand behind his head and mumbles, "sorry," squinting the other way as he scratches his neck.

“Don't be,” you laugh through your drying tears. “We both know I like it.” You share prolonged eye contact, then his nostrils flare in what feels like a warning, but you drop your voice. “You know what'd make me feel better.”

He looks at you with scrupulous eyes, considering what you just said, before shaking his head with a slight, condescending smile and turning stern. “Put your clothes on."

His face is no-nonsense as he goes to wash his hands and looks at himself in the mirror as he does it, judging himself, wondering what he's about to do. He braces both hands on the sink and looks in the mirror again, just in time to see you approaching behind him with your tits exposed.

He lets his head fall, and shakes his head in a chuckle, "Now you are playing with fire. I suggest you back up." You don't back up, you come closer.

He doesn't move. He doesn't budge from the sink.

He watches you curiously, clenches his jaw. You get right behind him and give him a hug. Is he remembering how it feels to have your tits pressed against his skin? How you wish your nipples were poking into his warm, strong back.

You wrap your arms around him, and there's no denying he needed a hug. He lets himself enjoy it for a moment, closing his eyes, taking deep, even breaths, telling himself it's just a hug, and you both need it. Then, your hand slides dangerously close to his waistband. When your fingers linger over the drawstring, he doesn't do anything about it, except say... "Don't you dare touch that."

Abandoning the drawstring, you slide your hand lower, over the warm, hardening bulge in his pants.

In a whisper, you ask, "what about this?"

He winces at the sink. "God damn it, what did I tell you?"

He whips around, and you freeze, unsure what's about to happen. Your eyes fall on the swell of his arousal, visible in his pants, and you can't help wonder....when's the last time he had a good nut? A really, really good one. The pause ticks on, And he looks at you as though asking your next move. His breath deepens, then he grabs you by the jaw, with the heel of his palm against your throat. . .in a perfectly safe way, of course. Always with such precision, this man.

"You think it's funny, screwing around in here while we've got patients to treat? Getting me all--"

"Sorry," you whisper, "let me fix it."

"No, *I'm* gonna fix this." He releases your jaw, grabs you by the arm, and manhandles you to the sink. In the corner of your eye, he pulls the drawstring of his scrubs, and your loins tingle in anticipation.

"Spread your legs," he commands. And when you glance down again, he says, "Eyes up here," but not before you get an eyefull of his commanding cock. Your breath is heavy, the air is thick, and the noise of the ER has faded into the background.

He takes you by both thighs and hoists you up onto the sink, facing him. He spits on his cock and spreads your thighs wide.

He looks down between your legs with a face that says God damnit, i'm doing this as you pull the crotch of your wet thong to the side. He runs his tip through your folds before letting it settle at your entrance. Then he pushes himself into you and watches your mouth fall open. With less than a third of it in, you turn into putty on the sink.

“Fuck,” you whisper, then he grabs you by the hips, a firm grip, and fully buries himself in your warmth. You're snug and wet around his stiff cock and it throws him into autopilot.

He snarls and snaps his hips, then he begins to regain some composure as he fucks you.

And he's exasperated about it. He makes familiar eyes at you, like you're just another inconvenience in the hospital... one more thing he has to deal with on a hard day.

But the sounds coming out of his mouth tell a different story. Fuck, you feel good. You can practically hear him say it. It's in every rumbling moan. Every audible breath. Every time he pulls his eyes away from you, back to the mirror, condescendingly fucking you, like the inconvenience you are. And at the same time, using you as the best nut he's had all year.

He doesn't care if you cum. He's gonna give you what you wanted, and you're gonna leave him alone.

The cool porcelain digs into your thighs, and you lean back with your hands braced on the sink and he fucks you like a cock sleeve. Hard and fast, with precision, his feet spread, every movement practiced, like a doctor, like the instructor he is, demonstrating mating behavior between homo sapiens. His scrubs are pulled down, his hoodie pulled up, and when he's close to coming, his face gets a little pink. He fucks you harder. His gold chain slips out from behind his t-shirt and swings as he finishes inside with a grimace and sigh, dick twitching with each rope.

"Fuuuuuck," he curses and shakes his head. His hand tousels his hair, irritated, still balls deep. "That won't happen again." His cock slides out of you. "Now get it together."

He helps you get dressed, starting with putting his hoodie on you over your undershirt until he gets your new scrubs. And before the shift is over, he'll hand you a Plan B without even making eye contact. But he lets you go home in his hoodie.

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Why I Block. It's not personal.

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[toxicfics]

I'm SO obsessed with bad doctor oh my godddddddd

I wonder… what did he do when she left? 👀

Did he jerk off thinking about her? Saying his thoughts out loud, while doing it? 👀

Dark Dr. Miller POV, 725 words

Hi, Milla 🖤 Ty for asking. You bet he did... warnings: 18+, jacking off and degradation

When you left the office, he was untying the waistband of his scrubs with one hand as he waved goodbye with the other, then shut the door. “A dry spell,” the doctor chuckled to himself, pulling his scrubs down under his heavy balls. He cradled them and sat with his thighs spread. After squeezing some ultrasound jelly into his palm, he wrapped his hand around his cock, hissing at the cool gel. A dry spell….You didn't have to say it that way, but you did. You were craving some cock, and he tried to help you out, but you were too shy.

Dr. Miller tutted to himself. “Gotta learn to take what ya want, sugar.” Learn to ask for something, especially if you're that horny for it. “God damn, you could be sittin’ on this cock right now,” he murmured. “Shit, prob’ly wouldn't know what to do with yourself.”

He wondered if you were a virgin. Nah. He could tell the difference. Sometimes, a girl just vaguely needed to be filled… knew something wasn't right with her body, knew she needed something in it. But you? You needed a big, hard cock real bad.

Yeah, time for you to graduate…whatever trainer- cock you'd been fucking, whatever limp dick some douchebag been dipping into your sad little hole. You needed a real man.

“Mmm. I know what ya need, baby.” Dr. Miller stroked his manhood, admiring the girth in his hand, turning himself on with his own size. And thr thought of it splitting you open.

“Shouldn't have been so easy on ya…” He should have shown you what you stood to gain.

You didn't look like you were afraid of a real cock, just like you didn't know how to ask for one. “Yeah, you can take it.

Now you were all worked up with nothing to stuff you full. Shit, you'd probably give it to the first fuckboy who came your way.

“That ain't gonna do ya, darlin’,” he chuckled.

But when you came back to his office, he'd know that was the green light. You'd come back asking for another exam, he wouldn't say a word.

He'd have you laid out, legs spread with his face between them, rubbing himself, tugging himself like he was right now, getting ready to stuff his dick.

right where it belongs.

“Ain't gotta say a word….All ya gotta do is walk through those doors.”

He'd pat the exam table. “Spread'em, sweetheart.” Hey, wear a skirt for him next time, would ya? No panties. Make it real easy.

Fuck, you were hot. Drippin' wet all over his exam room, just dyin' to give him a taste, aching for that big dick.

He sniffed his fingers where he'd ghosted your cunt. He could still smell it.

He could’ve ripped those silly little pants right open, stuffed you full, but it was better this way. It was better if you thought about it, wanted it bad.

If you weren't careful, things could really take a turn for you now. You had a hole in you only he could fill. If you got it from some pencil dick loser, that'd only make it worse. You'd end up going door to door more and more desperate.

He'd rather see you knocked up by him than some guy in his 20s who couldn't grow a full beard and didn't get you wet. Probably didn’t even eat pussy.

You’d be thinking of Dr. Miller while he fucked you.

You’d be thinking of Dr. Miller while you took dick after dick. You could have a whole train run on you and still not get it right. End up pregnant, no idea who the daddy is cause you fucked so many dicks when you could have just had him.

Nobody could do it like him, and he knew it. He began to sweat and stroke his cock faster, picturing you all fucked out on a cot, bunch of different loads in you, crying cause you still weren't satisfied. Pictured two of them having to stuff you at once to spread you like you needed it. “God damn… hot little slut.. ohhh.” He cradled his balls as they tightened. “Take it,” he whispered, “uggh,” and came into his fist, thick white ropes filling you up in his mind. “Mmm.”

Ty for reading!

[toxicfics]

Hello, sweet Tox.

Do you have biceps on your mind? I sure do. All day long I kept thinking about Raider and Sweet Pea and how she bit him that one time. It made me wonder if Raider would be flattered (or a little discombobulated?) if Sweet Pea made it clear she had a thing for his arms. Like if he'd let her run her fingers lightly up and down, or if she left a trail of kisses from the tip of his fingers to his shoulder. Arm worship. Yeah. Is that a thing?

xoxo

Sweet nonnie, you know I have biceps and triceps on my mind! I thought about that biting ficlet too 😭. Tysm for the ask 🖤🖤

He would love knowing she has a thing for his arms and I can imagine her licking and sucking his bicep and even leaving a mark 😵‍💫

He looks at the hickey. "What's this about, hmm?"

"I didn't mean to," you mumble. "Just love to feel how strong you are."

He flexes experimentally, and your eyes widen. You tongue the groove under his bicep, then slide your tongue up and latch onto him with your lips, softer, gently suckling at his muscle, then sliding your lips before sucking again.

He watches in amusement. "Love the arms don't ya?"

You nod, then pull your lips off to gush, "they're so big."

"Cause I gotta keep ya safe, sweet pea. That's what they're for."

[toxicfics]

Fog Lake (one shot), 18+

PAIRING: Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

LENGTH: 8.3k words

SUMMARY: You left your life for a secluded cabin, then it began to feel like you weren't alone...

NOTES: You don't really need to know canon but brahms is a serial killer forced into reclusiveness as a kid by his parents and theres a doll thats like his proxy for caretaking while he lives in the walls idk. Prompted by @pedgito's spring fever challenge 🖤: Erotic horror + lake. Don't try to make too much sense of it lol.

CONTENT: 18+ slow burn erotic horror, psychological horror, angst, suicidal-adjacent thinking, risk-taking and apathy; supernatural elements or magical realism, public nudity, stalking, captivity, unsafe dubcon smut, creampies, possessiveness, unpolished.

*Specific phobia triggers and kinks below the cut*

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POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING FOR: pediophobia (fear of dolls); thalassaphobia (dark/bottomless water); Submechanophobia (submerged man-made objects); autophobia (fear of solitude); the call of the void

KINKS: magical pregnancy, lactation

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Big Papa, 18+

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x f!reader | 1.3k words

SUMMARY: Tommy unbuckles his belt at the bar, and reader takes it as an invitation.

WARNINGS: 18+ mutual groping in public, dirty talk, daddy kink, belly kink, fingering, grinding, coming in pants.

NOTES: Tommy is single and thicc. Buckle up!

Tommy Miller Masterlist

Tommy's had a couple beers, and his huge belt buckle is digging into his gut so bad he has to take it off.

He slides the tips of his fingers into his strained jeans, tugs the denim down a little more, dangerously close to pube territory, and rubs the underside of his belly.

“Hey, Tommy. This ain't that kinda place. Get your hand out your pants," a fellow bar patron teases.

Having just arrived, you look over to see Tommy holding up both hands with a good natured smile. He walks to the bar with his belt unbuckled and orders another round.

You invite yourself to join him for a drink, sitting next to him at a booth near the back. The longer you're talking, the more you settle in and feel at ease, and the more turned on you are by Tommy's state of partial undress.

After you glance at his pants one too many times, he follows your gaze with a raise of his eyebrows. You respond, “Belt's wide open as church doors on a Sunday. Is that an invitation to get on my knees?”

His stomach shakes with a chuckle. “still thinkin’ ‘bout big papa’s cock? That's sweet, darlin’. Shit, i'll pack that pussy in the girl's room if you'll let me.”

He glances down and adjusts himself.

You lower your volume and say, “I wanna feel you right here.”

Starting with your hand on the swell of his thigh, you rub the denim nice and slow without looking, feeling your way closer, making him twitch as you close in on the prize. When your palm reaches the warm lump near his inseam, he takes a deep breath through his nose.

You massage him, hardening his cock as you carry on the semblance of a casual conversation about perimeter wall reinforcements they're working on. The harder he gets, the less he keeps up the conversation, instead interrupting himself to tell you how pretty you are and what a good girl. His eyes become tired, entranced, fixating on your mouth. “Look at those lips. Mmm.” With two fingers under your chin, he lifts your face to his. You share a sweet kiss, and at the same time, the heel of your palm rubs along the hard shape of his cock in his jeans. You give his lip a little nibble as your mouths separate.

He watches your face and rests his massive paw on your bare thigh, with your hand still moving in his lap at a slow and steady rhythm. His palm slowly slides up your thigh, pushing your dress with it, and when you flinch, he murmurs, “Why do I get the feelin’ you ain’t wearin’ panties, hmm?” His eyes shine with a friendly glint of suspicion. You close your legs, trapping his fingers between them with a giggle.

“Bet you aint,” he smiles, pushing further.

“Don’t,” you laugh quietly.

“Why not?” he asks. “Don’t want the whole bar seein’ how wet ya get for Big Tommy?”

You gasp in playful objection and give his tummy a little squeeze before sliding your fingers down the curve of his belly and wedging your hand under the denim.

The button comes unfastened on its own, and Tommmy sighs as his jeans loosen and your hand slides down his happy trail. Your hand plunges through his warm, humid bush to find his hard package.

But you reach further and cup his balls first, squeezing a severed sound out of his throat.

“Shit, darlin’,” he exhales. “Bathroom's right there if ya wanna…”

“No…” you muse and press your palm against his stiff, fat cock. “I wanna take you right here.”

“Oh, you’re trouble, sugar,” he murmurs.

His hips rock up to meet your grip and the heat of his arousal seems to flow right up your arm to your chest, where it spreads and makes you weak with want.

You work your hand just enough to move the skin of his shaft over his throbbing erection. Your lips part, and so do your thighs. When his pinky finger reaches the wet mess between your legs, he cups your dripping pussy and a growl escapes his chest.

“You wanna take me right here?” He confirms

Nodding, you look down at his lap, cunt throbbing with your hand shoved down his pants. The sight of your wrist and forearm pressing into his belly remind you there's limited space between him and the table. He slides one finger, then another, into your cunt.

Yeah, you wanna take him right there. But what are you gonna do, straddle him backwards and plant your hands on the dirty floor?

“Fuck,” you whisper, stroking him harder, pressing your forearm harder against his belly. “I dunno, daddy. Can I fit in your lap?”

His cheeks puff out with an exhale. He looks down af himself, and your hand in his pants, and says, “How ‘bout papa takes care of ya right here?”

He slides his fingers out of you and up your clit to get it real wet. Then he rubs just the right spot in smooth, practiced strokes, at just the right speed. You moan out loud and your hand squeezes his girth, making him grunt.

“That's it, baby,” he encourages you. You whimper with the tension and hold your breath. “Nope, gotta breathe, sugar.”

You take a ragged breath in, more of a gasp, really, and he turns up the heat. “Yeah,” he breathes, watching your face with a smile in his eyes. Your brows knit, and you bite your lip. “Yeah, come for papa,” he coos, and the tension bursts, making you shudder and push your upper back into the seatrest, spine arching. “Good girl.” He stuffs his fingers back in your cunt and firmly cups your front as you come on his hand. “Fuck yeah, look at that,” he says.

Meanwhile, your palm in his pants is getting slippery with precum. God, you want that dick in you.

“Just lemme try it,” you plead, and whisper, “Let’s just see, removing your hand from his pants. You leave his fly as-is, half-unzipped, exposing some of his pubes. For now, the massive bulge you've aroused remains in his jeans.

You push the table forward a little bit and check to make sure no one's staring, then you squeeze yourself onto his thighs, leaning over the table as you do it. He spreads his legs to make room for you to try to settle in. “I dunno, sugar,” he chuckles. Your ass bumps into his belly and he grunts, “oof.”

Adjusting your position, you find his clothed hard-on with your cunt, and his hips jerk against you. “FUCK,” he whispers, and holds your hips. He thrusts against your cunt, “Oh, shit,” he pants, and warmth spreads through the denim, warming the thin cotton of your dress. “Alright, alright,” he hurries you out of his lap, holding his hand over his crotch, pressing down on the throbbing cock in his jeans, like that'll stop it. His hips jerk again and you watch his wrecked face as it seems to bloom pink under his freckles. “God damnit, sugar,” he curses with a sheepish smile.

You're both a mess. He tries to dry his jeans with a napkin, then maneuvers and leans back in the seat to try to button and zip them. “well that’s one way to find out, I gotta size up.” He chuckles and palms his belly, then gives you a look. “Yep, no more easy access. Ya can't handle it, can ya?”

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[toxicfics]

Space encounter

Kermit x f!reader (498 words): Drabble for @jolacheese Trope Search activity. There's only one 《bed》. Fun event! My blogs are 18+. Lewad is pronounced Louid.

When the bright lights lifted you off the ground, you never imagined you’d end up floating at the threshold of an alien spacecraft with two humanoids bickering about whether to let you in.

The first one gesticulated wildly. “Raldo, you fool! we have nowhere to put another earthling!”

Raldo remained calm and proposed, “We should jettison the male. You know i'm right, Lewad.”

“His name is kermit, and we aren't finished with him! Put her back down where she came from,” Lewad demanded, then apologized to you for the inconvenience.

Raldo pleaded, “Lewad, be reasonable. This one has eggs. Imagine the possibilities.”

Lewad begrudgingly paused to imagine the possibilities, then became conflicted and lamented, “But there’s only one oxygen-rich sleeping chamber.”

Raldo and Lewad slowly looked at each other as if having the same realization at the same damn time.

“The circumstances could be conducive to fertilization,” Raldo whispered loudly.

Finally they let you into the craft.

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The sleeping chamber was smaller than a twin bed. It was inclined and cushioned. Kermit was already positioned comfortably in the middle of the soft padding, with the chamber still open, waiting on Lewad to tuck him in. But instead, it was Raldo who came, the one who wanted to jettison him. This made Kermit suspicious, and even moreso when Raldo instructed him to take off his sleep cut-offs and vest. But kermit obeyed, then held his hands in front of himself.

“We've seen your genitals in every state, Kermit,” Raldo reminded him. “And tonight, you may want to keep those ones handy.”

“Yeah, I told you it's always there,” Kermit reminded Raldo. “I always have a dick and balls, okay? It never leaves, it never turns into–”

“-a vagina?” Lewad asked as he showed up and presented you, fully nude, to Kermit.

Kermit was taken by your beauty. Lewad explained, “We find ourselves in a situation where there are two earthlings and only one oxygen rich sleeping chamber.” The humanoids were unsuccessful at suppressing their motives. “Also,” Raldo added, “It’s going to be chilly and you may need to optimize the contiguity of your skins for warmth.”

“Yes,” Lewad nodded. Kermit scooted over to make room for you, leaving his arm for you to use as a pillow.

You were too close to the edge and had to get half on top of Kermit, face down, to optimize what little space you had.

“I hadn't seen another person in a long time,” Kermit told you in a hushed voice after the two of you were tucked/sealed in. “You are a person, right? Born on earth? Not in a lab?”

“no, of course not,” you laughed. “born on earth, just like you I presume?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It's just that, you're so perfect, I thought maybe they made you in a lab just for me.”

You were speechless.

“Can I give you a kiss goodnight?” He asked, and you nodded, then your lips met.

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