#toxicbrothel ☠️

[toxicbrothel]

No worries if ur not doing povs anymore buuuuut

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POV

Joel’s real sweet with you. Obsessed, but in a sweet way. And for Tommy, it sure is nice getting to share you. For New Year’s, the three of you dressed up for a nice dinner in the dining room and toasted with a special bottle left behind by Bill and Frank. Tommy did the dishes while you and Joel went to sit in the living room. As Tommy approached, Joel was kneeling at your feet asking, “wanna get this big fancy dress off? Put on somethin’ more comfy?”

“Not really,” you said, making Tommy pause in his tracks. He was already getting hard thinking about what awaited, but maybe you weren’t feeling it. “It’s the only time we dress up,” you continued, and Tommy smiled to himself. You were cute. 

“Oh, darlin’. . .” Joel chuckled, then buried his face in the skirt of your dress with a groan in mock devastation. Tommy walked behind the sofa and began to massage your shoulders. “Feelin’ okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Good,” Tommy murmured. “Look so beautiful. . .” Tommy began to caress your neck as Joel gathered the skirt of your dress and lifted it out of the way. Tommy nosed, then kissed the other side of your neck and slid a hand down. “Mm,” he softly grunted as his hand met the border where your breast spilled over the rigid bodice. God damn, Tommy wanted to knock you up so bad. You’d be so fuckin’ pretty, tits swollen as hell. Mmm. It’s too easy to imagine. Tommy heard a muffled moan, looked down, and Joel was under the skirt of the dress. He’s so crazy about you, he’d probably live under your dress if he could. 

Tommy imagined you in a different dress, one that was fitted only on the chest. Your tits, all swollen with milk, they’d barely be containable. He kept running his hand along the top hem of your dress, feeling how they overflowed. Was there a chance you were pregnant already? Surely Joel would’ve told him, but the thought made Tommy get painfully hard. 

Tommy pressed his bulge against the back of the sofa and used both hands to caress your breasts. You moaned softly and took a deep breath, making your breasts spill over even more, revealing a little nipple. God, wouldn’t you be sexy in a maternity dress, something that cinched under your swollen tits and flowed out over your round, heavy belly? Tommy felt like he might die if he never got to see you that way. 

“Uncle Tommy?” you asked

“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured. 

“It’s too tight up here,” you whined, running your own hand across your chest. 

“Ohh I know, baby.” 

Joel moaned into your pussy, head still under the skirt, and you sighed with his mouth between your legs. 

“Can you fix it?” you asked. 

God, yeah, Tommy could fix it. Still behind the sofa, he reached down to your chest and rested his head softly against yours as he began to unfasten the little hooks, one by one. And millimeter by millimeter, your breasts expanded, free of the rigid barrier. 

“Fuck,” tommy whispered. 

“What?” you asked. 

He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, “Just real, real pretty, baby.” 

After unfastening enough of the hooks, Tommy wedged a hand in and cupped a breast. He could have sworn your tits had grown. He’d have to get you out of this torture device so he could see it all. 

It felt like an emergency to get this thing off you. He undid a few more hooks, and palmed himself as he finished the rest one-handed, breathing heavily. When the whole corset was open, it fell away from your body, and you sighed in relief as your hands came to cradle your tits, leaning back into the sofa. 

“Ohh,” you groaned. “So much better. . .Mmm.” You looked up at him. “Thanks, Uncle Tommy.”

This is when he should have bent down and kissed you, but Tommy’s body reacted too strongly. Everything down there tightened, and he shuddered, then began to pulse right in his pants. He held a hand against his crotch and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He felt warmth spread through his boxers when he should’ve pumped allll that cum into you. 

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

Javi’s between your legs, and it’s finally going to happen. You’re squirming, sooo ready for it. You’re gushing, but he still spits on his hand and rubs it into your pussy. He runs his cock-head through your folds and groans. “Mi putita,” he breathes, then notches himself at your entrance and you whimper in anticipation. You bite your lip. 

Javi pauses and asks, “Primero, digame. ¿Cuál quieres más?” (first, tell me. which do you want more?)

“What?” you ask, and your heart races. You don’t know the answer, but you can assume what he wants to hear: “Yours."

“No, putita. My dick, or my affection?” 

Your face goes cold. This has been your greatest fear. You want it so, so bad, but you don’t want him to just drop you after that. It feels like a nightmare, and it is. 

You wake up furious with Javi, then you feel so pathetic you could cry.

“Mmmm,” he sighs in his sleep, slowly grinding his massive morning wood against you. You can’t believe he gave you blue balls, even in your dream. You’re still wet and throbbing, but you want nothing to do with him at the moment. 

You slowly, carefully wedge your hand between your legs, and bring some slick upward before you begin to touch yourself. You don’t think about Javi at all. 

You imagine it’s Steve behind you, in bed with you. He’d never make you wait, and you dont think he’d make you choose, either. He’d palm your breast for a while, then bring his hand to your mound, hooking three fingers between your legs to pull you into him. He’d roll his hips, pressing his massive erection against you, then he’d lift your thigh, and you’d tilt your hips. He’d push his cock into you with a sigh.  When you moaned at the stretch, his thick, deep voice would coo, “buenos dias” (good morning) in a southern accent. And somehow, it’d be sexy. 

Imagining this scene, you rub your clit in short, quick strokes, hoping to finish before Javi wakes up. You imagine Steve’s big cock filling you up, and his grunts and sighs, and the way he’d groan when he came inside, and that’s enough to send you. You bite the flesh of your bicep, trying not to vocalize as your walls flutter around nothing. But it’s too late, the jerk of your body has roused Javi from his slumber. 

“Pobrecita,” he complains condescendingly. He grinds against you and asks, “So desperate for this, you couldn’t wait?”

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thank you for reading!! and ty @callachloe for this scolding hot gif. 💕

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[toxicbrothel]

I often think about this scene 😵‍💫

Joel is quiet for a few seconds, then asks, "What if I told ya to suck his dick?

"No!"

"You'd say no to me?"

"I'd ask if I really have to."

I'm sure it will never happen but what if Sweet pea dreams about it👀

500 words, dark!Joel x you x dark!Carter

Kate, you menace 😫🫶 Thank you for enabling me. I think about this too. Source of quote. Technically, it's a bit of a nightmare. CW dark

You don't wanna think about Carter that way, but you can't help it after Joel mused about you sucking his dick. It was a test, just a test, but he put the image in your mind and it's what you're thinking of when you drift off to sleep. . .

😴💤💤 You're sitting in Joel's lap, facing Carter across the breakfast table. You're in a dress with no panties, impaled on Joel's cock. He’s slowly moving you with his massive hands on your hips. “mm,” he sighs as you lean back. He nibbles at your neck.

Carter quietly sips his coffee. There's something different about Carter. Not just his black eye. Joel pulls you back hard, nudging your cervix and you gasp. You brace your hands on the table. Carter winks at you.

Joel brings his lips to your ear. “Whatcha think, sweet pea?” His hips lift you. “Wanna suck his dick?”

Your face catches fire and your heart races. “No,” you claim.

Carter puts down his coffee, chuckles, and stands up, revealing a massive bulge in his sweatpants. He palms himself as he comes around the table, and your walls twitch around Joel at the sight.

“Don't lie to me, baby,” Joel murmurs. He grabs your tits and pulls you back against him.

Carter squeezes between you and the table. He pulls down his waistband. You're full of Joel’s cock, staring at Carter's gorgeous length as Joel’s hips move under you.

“Just a little kiss,” Carter whispers. “If ya want,” he winks.

You shake your head no but your walls squeeze around Joel’s cock again.

“Don't say no to him,” Joel cautions you. “You wanna, don't ya?”

It's a trap with no way out.

Precum is beading at Carter’s tip until he swipes it away with his thumb. He brings his thumb to your lips and you kiss the salty liquid off.

“Good girl,” Joel whispers. “Just a lil kiss that's all.”

Joel’s chest nudges you forward. Carter sits on the table and spreads his knees. His balls are big, too. His pubic hair is soft looking. Just a tad redder than his scruff. Joel scoots the chair forward and you moan at the jolt of his cock.

“It's ok,” Carter whispers.

You brace your hands on his thighs and he holds his cock for you. Another pearl of precum is forming. Before he can wipe it away, you lean forward and kiss it off. Your lips gently seal around the top half of his tip and your tongue darts out against the slit.

Carter groans.

Joel pulls you back by the hair and your heart skips a beat. He holds you against his chest with one arm while he reaches into the waistband of his pj pants and pulls out a pistol. Carter is sitting calmly with his cock in his hand like he knew it was gonna happen. “Sorry, sweet pea,” Carter mutters apologetically. Joel cocks the hammer, and you wake up.

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

Joel has to drive somewhere, and Carter is busy. It’s just you and Joel, and you’re taking the smaller van. As Joel gets in the driver’s seat, for the first time he tells you to buckle up. It feels silly, given everything that’s happened in this van while it was moving, but you do it anyway. The road is mostly quiet, and you never see another car. It feels weird having a seat all to yourself, but seeing Joel drive really turns you on. His massive triceps casually flex with every turn. His thick thighs shake a little on the bumpy road. Joel looks over at you and does a double take, allowing himself the hint of a smile. 

“What?” you ask. 

He shakes his head as though to brush it off, then says. “The way you were lookin’ at me.” His nose pulls downward and he bites his lip like he might actually laugh otherwise. It gives you such a burst of joy that you could cry if you dwelled on it too long. 

“How was I looking?” you smile. 

He shakes his head. His nose twitches again. 

“How?” you plead. 

“. . . Like,” he shrugs.  “Like you’re . . .watchin’ a movie, or somethin’.”

You shrink into your dress to hide your smile, embarrassed of how wide it is, and for something so simple to make you so happy. It’s wrong to feel happy when you’re driving by pits full of skeletons and rotted clothes, you think. Looking out the window, looking at anything but Joel, is a reality check, but you can’t keep your eyes away long. 

You bring your left knee up on the seat and turn toward him, resting the upper left side of your head on the headrest as you watch. “I never see you drive, you know.” 

“Guess not,” he agrees. 

“I like how you do it.”

He reaches over and pets the crown of your head, and his eyes travel down your body before he returns his hand to the wheel. “Dress looks good on ya."

“I love it,” you gush. You fiddle with the hem and look down. There's that sting and pressure behind your eyes again. It’s the fact that he picked it up for you, back when he used to leave you at the trailer. And he didn’t give it to you until now. He wasn’t sure you’d like it, he said. Then, on this unseasonably warm day, he finally took it out of the bottom of one of his drawers. Like it was always in the back of his mind--you'd like to know what else is back there.

Unshed tears begin to blur your vision, and when you blink, the tears web your lashes. Joel notices. He watches you for a second and your lip quivers. He looks at the road again. You bring your knee down from the seat and look straight ahead, and when you blink again, one rolls down. Joel draws in a slow breath through his nose and looks at you as he exhales. You wipe your eyes with your fingers, then glance at him, brow furrowed, and quickly shake your head like you don’t wanna talk about it.

He nods in agreement and goes back to watching the road. A few seconds later, he looks at you again and puts his hand on your thigh. His voice takes on a soothing tone. “I know, sweet pea.” After a minute, he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't. 

He rubs your thigh, then squeezes it. You nod and take a deep breath.

He adjusts his head on the headrest, looking pensively at the road. He's driving with one hand. He makes everything look so easy.

Sitting side by side, with what feels like a massive gap in between, even though he can reach you. . . It suddenly feels wronger than ever. You feel strange and exposed without your bodies together. 

“I feel weird in this seat,” you admit and wish it didn’t come out whiny. 

As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, he takes his foot off the gas and the white noise of the gravel becomes slower, more soothing as he pulls off the road. He parks on the grass, surveys the area in silence for a few seconds, then turns off the engine. He gets out and gently closes the door. You take off your seatbelt while he’s coming around to your side.

You start to open the passenger door, and he opens it the rest of the way. You scoot to the edge of the seat and he leans into the van. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands on your back pull you even more toward the edge. “It’s okay, I got ya,” he murmurs. You wrap your legs loosely around him, and he pulls you flush. A moan slips out when you feel him against you. You lift your chin, and when your lips brush his beard, he tilts his head down. His lips quickly find yours, and he moans quietly into your mouth as his embrace tightens.

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Thank you so much for reading! And ty for the photo, Lum! 🌸🫛 💕

I imagine she picks the flower at some point on this trip as well.

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

300 words. I8+ noncon somnophilia, stalking

Ghostface was following you, and your date was finally ending.  He wasn’t really planning on doing anything tonight. He wanted to let you miss him. . . until he saw you kiss the guy goodnight, and even let him grab your ass? Ghostface couldn’t let that go. He put on his mask, then reached in the glovebox for his emergency switchblade and flicked it open. He almost forgot to put on his gloves. He waited until you were driving off, then practically flew across the parking lot, taking long strides with his robe flowing behind him. 

“Have a good time?” Ghostface asked your date.

Your date dropped his keys and flattened himself with his back against his car, terrified. Ghostface wrapped his hand around the man’s neck and savored the look of fear in his eyes. “Too bad there won’t be a second date,” he taunted before slashing the man’s throat. Ghostface let him slump onto the pavement, then cleaned the blade with his glove and left the man gurgling on the ground as he bled out. 

Now, to deal with you. Ghostface was nothing, if not patient. . . when he wanted to be. And he had something special in mind for you. He waited until you were fast asleep, then let himself into your house. He crept into your bedroom and palmed himself as he watched you sleep. You rolled over, then let out a little sigh, and it made his dick rock-hard. He got onto your bed and pulled the covers off you. He couldn’t help but moan softly when he saw you were naked. Good. You let out an unsatisfied grunt, but didn’t wake up. He pulled his sweatpants down under his balls, and nudged your legs apart. Then he covered your mouth with his gloved hand. You grunted into his glove, and your eyes blinked open. 

“Dreaming of me, princess?”

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PSA: this is my only ghostface on this acct, but i do have some on main, most notoriously every inch

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[toxicbrothel]

Beefro👌🥩💜

POV

waitress x non-canon, chubby nwJoel ty @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the prompt 💕 and @beefrobeefcal for the gif & making the world go round

Working at Golden Corral, you’ve noticed the regulars and sometimes made polite conversation. Hypothetically, there’s a guy, Joel, who’s not bad looking.  He’s always worn PJs and smelled like weed, which made him less intimidating, despite his impressive physique and panty-dropping scruff. He’s been coming in with his brother every Sunday for a long time, and until recently, Joel was always in great shape – apparently a huge gym rat. A couple months ago, he had to have knee surgery, which really sidelined his work-outs. Shortly after that, you began to notice him gaining weight. He didn't adjust his portions at all to account for his lack of burning calories. Weight gain wasn’t uncommon to see at your restaurant, but you’d never seen someone round out so quickly. 

One night, Joel was going back for thirds. He was standing at the buffet line with his t-shirt stretched across his belly, and the garlic bread pan was empty. He looked disappointed, so you offered, “I can grab more.”

“Hell yeah,” he replied. "Attagirl." Your face got all hot.

“I’ll bring them to your table,” you offered. 

You had to deal with something on your way to the kitchen, and it took you twenty minutes to return with the bread. You began to approach his booth, then noticed he was sitting back with his PJ waistband below his belly. His happy trail was exposed, and he had his hand under his t-shirt, further stretching the fabric as he rubbed his belly. You thought you should turn around and give him some privacy, but it was too late, he must have felt you staring. His eyes lit up at the sight of you with a plate stacked high with garlic bread. With some effort, he managed to sit up straight and fixed his shirt, but not in an embarrassed way at all. You approached and apologized, “Sorry I didn’t get them out in time.” 

“What are you sorry for? I’m still right here, sugar.” 

His brother laughed at him. “You serious, man?” 

“Why not,” Joel replied. You retreated to your duties, wiping tables down, but you occasionally glanced over as he packed in every piece of that bread. By the time the plate was empty, he was holding his belly with two hands. When it was time to leave, he was slow to get out of the booth and held onto the table for leverage. He kept one hand on his belly as he waddled. They said goodnight to you on their way to pay, but you could still hear them in line as you cleaned the buffet pans. 

“I’m tellin’ ya, man,” his brother said. “Put on some real fuckin’ clothes, and you’ll see.” 

“These are real clothes, Tommy,” Joel scoffed. 

“You know what I mean,” Tommy said. “You gotta slow down, man. It ain’t healthy. A few more pounds and you may never get back to the gym.” 

Joel dismissed him with a, “Nah. I’ll be liftin’ heavy again in no time.” 

“I bet ya couldn’t fit into my clothes now if ya tried,” his brother taunted.

“Sure I can, man. You’re the one with that big, barrel chest.” 

You think you can fit into my clothes? Let’s put money on it. We’ll go trade right now and wear’em home.” The prospect of this made your chest flutter and you tingled between the legs. 

Joel replied, “I don’t need money, man. but when they do fit, you gotta smoke a bowl with me.” 

“Deal,” 

They went to the bathroom, and you tried not to stare as they came out. This plaid snap-button shirt was just absurd on Joel. As they walked by, you heard Tommy laugh, “You could just admit they don’t fit.” Every button was hanging on for dear life. The bottom two didn’t even button.  The jeans were unbuttoned, too. And, most striking of all, Joel was clearly sucking it in, and it looked like he was struggling. You tried to stop staring but couldn’t. The display of sheer indulgence was making  you throb. 

Eventually, Joel had to breathe, and when he exhaled, his belly expanded so far that every last button popped open, and Joel moaned in relief. 

“Told ya, man,” Tommy laughed next to him. “Look at this gut.” He jiggled Joel’s belly. “I’ll help ya get back in shape, brother.” 

Joel groaned and held his pot belly with both hands as Tommy paid. Joel looked down and lifted it up, let it drop, and winced. Tommy had to stop at the door and wait for Joel to catch up. You kinda hoped Joel wouldn’t get in shape right away. But he was always hot.

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practically written by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog with a BIG thot. 💕. ILY BEEFRO!!! Ty for the gif! 💕

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[toxicbrothel]

POV!!!!

POV

Joel knew he wouldn’t be able to get you back to his place. He lucked out when you parked next to him in the darkest corner. Over the first drink, you told him how well Sarah was doing in class, then after one more, you admitted things weren’t good with your fiancé.  Your engagement was falling apart, all on its own–It was only the second time Joel had seen you. To lighten the mood again and make you forget, Joel told you about Sarah’s new obsession with Captain Jack Sparrow. Then, when he was closing the tab, he put an Altoid mint in his mouth. You looked at him shyly and took one from the tin. Oh, you wanted it bad. He brushed your bare inner thigh with his hand as he stood up, and you didn’t pull away. Hell yeah. 

At your car, Joel latched onto your mouth and pinned you up against it. He held your head while he fed you his tongue, and he slipped his other hand into his pocket to unlock his SUV. He thrust his raging arousal against you and when you moaned, he pulled you off your car with both hands on your ass. He kissed you for another moment, feeling you melt in his arms, then pivoted you toward his SUV and opened the back door. You paused, and he growled into your neck, “C’mon, baby. I’m hot for teacher" with a firm grab of the ass.

As you got in, he unbuckled his belt. “I’m comin’, sugar.” Then, in one swift motion, he pulled his t-shirt over the back of his head, knowing his physique would erase any last-second doubts.  As he shut the door behind himself, you spread your knees, hot damn. “Attagirl,” he muttered to himself. He took in the sight of you laid out for him on your back, dyin' for his cock. “Hot as hell,” he murmured as he got on top of you. Then he laid his hips into yours, grinding his hard-on against your front, kissing you ravenously. You hooked a leg around him and he breathed, “Fuck yeah,” before hiking up your skirt. 

------ First one: (2003) Night Chalks (400) ------ Ty for reading! ty romana for the hot gif! 💕

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

stranded motorist x post-michael corey

It was a strange road in Haddonfield. Your truck’s engine was smoking, and you hadn’t seen another car in miles. When you pulled over, you realized your phone was dead. You really lucked out when someone stopped to help, although you didn’t expect it to be a motorcyclist. Even luckier, he was hot, beefy as hell. Thighs about to burst out of his jeans, biceps straining his denim jacket. Blue button-down shirt stretched across his pecs. No helmet–he fluffed his wild, curly brown hair as he approached. You each introduced yourselves. His name was Corey Cunningham.

“Car trouble?” he asked, dropping the ‘r’. 

“Yeah, it just started smoking, I. . .”

“Mind if I take a look?” His voice was gruff and low. 

He popped the hood and you watched him check out the engine. You were transfixed by the size of his hands. And honestly, he was wearing the tightest jeans you could imagine. You were getting wet watching him expertly check things under the hood. He occasionally muttered car parts to himself. As he reached toward the back of the engine, his shirt rode up, exposing an inch or two of pale, soft belly.

After he checked as much as he could, he stood with his hands on his hips and said “Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart,” again without the ‘r’. He lowered his voice and broke the news: “I don’t think you’re drivin’ home tonight.”

You didn't respond right away: Your eyes were panning over his bulky body in those sinful jeans. He adjusted himself, and you abruptly yanked your gaze up to his face where the hint of a smirk was playing at the corner of one mouth as you made eye contact. He tilted his head back, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at you darkly. Then, he had you get on the back of his bike. You loosely wrapped your arms around him, and he said “tighter.” It was a rush having your body pressed all the way up against his, riding in the wind. 

He drove you home and walked you to your door. But he didn’t leave. “Thanks for the ride,” you told him. 

“Any time.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds and his big, brown eyes darkened. He stepped forward, and the next thing you knew, his face was inches from yours, desire and amusement playing on his dark eyes as he studied your face. He cupped your head in one massive hand and pulled you in, sucking your face into his.

The kiss was immediately frantic. He kissed your mouth, lightly biting your lip, and he kissed your cheek, your chin. He bit and sucked your neck. His strong hands found your ass and brought your body flush with his. He moaned against your mouth as his arousal dug into you. Feeling the heat and hardness of it against you sent a rush of need through every inch of your body, and you whimpered.  

“Yeah,” Corey murmured into your cheek. “Let’s go inside.”

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[toxicbrothel]

Apple juice.

Joel x reader (by Lincoln Joel)

fics by blorbos

It's a beautiful fall day in the orchard and you and Joel are going to pick some apples. Conveniently he is the only man in town so you don't have to worry about any unwelcome intrustions, but even if the town was full of men you would only want to be by his side.

"Peaches, that dress looks beautiful on you. I knew it would."

"Thanks for finding it for me, Joel. It's so thoughtful and not creepy at all that you stocked an entire room for me just in case I would somehow end up at your house."

Joel nods sincerely and rolls up the sleeves of his green plaid shirt. You core all the apples and make the juice and notice Joel is getting an erection.

Joel notices you noticing, and explains "Forgive me, darlin, but this reminds me of how juicy your pussy is." He gives you a boost onto the counter then spreads your legs and takes down your panties. He fingers you and licks it off and says "you taste even better than apple juice."

#crack fic #cracktober #cracktober ☠️ #toxicbrothel ☠️ #lincoln!joel

[toxicbrothel]

bedtime

raider Joel x f reader

by sweet pea who is mad at toxic over this.

You're in bed and Joel fucks you and it feels really good and it's his favorite thing to do. The scar on his eyebrows looks really hot as he hovers over you.

He pauses with his cock all the way inside. With any luck you'll have it inside all night after he cums.

He looks at you for a long time and says, "I secretly have feelings for you, sweet pea," then starts moving his hips again. "I can't reproduce, but sometimes I wish I could fill you up with all my sperms. Maybe if I put enough cum in you, a sperm will slip through one day."

"I'm flattered but I like not having to worry about getting pregnant."

"you're right, I was thinking with my balls. you're smart, sweet pea. that's one reason I secretly have so many feelings for you."

He cums and I say "it feels so good when you fill me up with all your spermless cum. In another life, I would gladly accept your seed."

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Neither of them want to get pregnant in reality.

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[toxicbrothel]

waking up , Joel x reader what are warnings

You wake up and feel an air of dominance in the room. That's when you remember you're in Joel's bed because you belong to him, which you love plus you can always breathe fine all night in his perfect embrace.

"good morning Joel," you whisper.

"morning, sweet pea."

"Joel, i feel your huge cock right now and I would like for you to dick me down."

"no problem, sweet pea."

I lift her leg and put my cock inside her then I thrust and put it more inside her. All the way inside her.

"ohh raider Joel," she sighs. "Your cock feels perfect, please never stop. Also you treat me good. one of my friends has a throwaway Joel and he treats her real bad. I'm real lucky to have you as my Joel."

I keep fucking her and she keeps saying how good it feels. At the end, she says "do you want to go kill some bad guys"

"Yeah," I say.

"good," she says, "because it makes me horny when you do that."

"I do that all the time," I remind her.

"yeah, I'm so horny for you all the time. Can I kill one of them? That was fun and I haven't done it in months"

"Yes you can kill one, let's make a day of it. After we kill them, I can rail you. But i would prefer to shower first so they don't get near you through their DNA."

"Yeah, it's for my own good."

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This is a crack (joke) fic written by the main character of a real fic.

#crack fic #guest writer #raider!joel #cracktober #toxicbrothel ☠️ #cracktober ☠️ #raider!carter #by raider joel

[toxicbrothel]

POV

Joel got a work call on his day off, and it was at the worst moment. His dick was hard, and you were folding laundry. He was about to walk up and bend you over. After being interrupted, Joel made you come with him to the job site, and he wouldn’t even let you change or put on your shoes first. He put you in the passenger seat of his truck. You let him, like you always do. Right after he started the engine, he took your hand and placed it on the hard bulge in his pants. He didn't mind at all whenever you just stayed put while he fucked you, but your touch always felt so good. At the first stoplight, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved your hand down his boxers to massage his bare cock. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

Then he got another call. His guys didn’t know what to do about a problem he considered easy. He was not happy. Even less so when you paused your hand on his cock. He had no idea why you’d do that. He shot you a look, and you started rubbing him again. But when he hung up the phone, he gave you your hand back and muttered, “We’ll finish this in a minute.” 

You paced around in the dirt outside the construction trailer while Joel chewed out a couple of his men for interrupting him at home for something that could wait. While he was there, they mentioned a storm was coming and they weren’t sure how bad the roof was on the site planning trailer. Last time it rained, there was a minor leak and some construction plans got wet. They didn’t know if it could be worse this time. “Unbelievable,” he grumbled. “Did ya think to go on up there? You two clock out and go home. I’ll handle it.” Joel shook his head in disappointment as the men cowered and walked away. 

“C’mon, baby, let’s see what it’s about.” Not a chance he’d leave you alone for a single minute on a job site. He needed you right there at all times. 

Around the back of the trailer, there was already a ladder up to the roof, but it wasn’t the most sturdy-looking one. 

Joel asked, “Why don’t ya climb on up there, baby? Don’t think it’ll hold my weight.” 

“I don’t have shoes,” you protested. 

“You’ll be alright,” he reassured you. 

“My dress,” you pointed out. 

“It’s just me here, baby.” 

He spotted you with his hands on your hips as you stepped onto the first rung, then his hands supported your ass as you continued upwards. “Doin’ great, sweetheart.”

The wind blew your dress out and began to drop a hand to fix it. “Hands on the ladder,” he insisted. “Don’t want ya to fall, even though I’d catch ya.” He stared up at your ass and your tiny little thong begging to be pulled to the side. You’re so damn sexy.

After you were done inspecting the roof, you were on your way down the ladder and he stopped you before you got off the bottom rung. “Hold it there,” he murmured, and you knew that voice. He jostled with his pants behind you and sighed as he freed his aching manhood. He lifted your dress and felt between your legs. Good to go. Then he notched himself and shoved into you. You held onto the ladder as he fucked you.  

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THANK YOU for reading. TYSM Aly for the great pics!💕💕

free use!Joel

Making dinner (free use of you)

Picnic table (manhandling)

Bail run (asleep but consensual)

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

Normally, you don't wanna go to your cousin’s Christmas Cantina at their church, but at least this year it'll be more interesting with Joel. You get ready and wait in your Mom’s and his living room with your back on the seat of the sofa and heels up against the wall. Joel comes in, struggling with his tie. He pauses and takes in the sight of you in your dress, upside down like that. He stares at you darkly, then shakes it off and says, “sit up and help me out, would ya?”

“I can help you like this,” you claim, playfully.

Joel tilts his head at you. “C'mon, sweetheart.”

You reach your arms out over your head for him and he bows his head toward you as if you're going to tie his tie like that, but you take both ends of the tie and pull his face down into yours for an upside down kiss. When your lips connect, right away he softly gives you his tongue, then reaches into your dress, cupping the damp crotch of your leggings. He moans into your mouth, and gently bites your lip before releasing it.

“C'mon,” he repeats, lower, and briskly rubs your clit through the leggings. Then your mom’s footsteps are coming down the stairs. He pulls away and adjusts himself, and you turn upright on the couch. He slides the tie out of his shirt and says, "savin' this for later."

ty for reading and ty for the pic @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin 💕

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[toxicbrothel]

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[toxicbrothel]

Leatherface (by Carter)

Carter x final girl!reader

Carter is sitting by the fire, watching the ducks boil, waiting for Joel and sweet pea to finish having sex, when he hears a woman shrieking behind the trailer, followed by a chainsaw revving. Oh no, someone's in trouble.

Carter goes around back. There's a sexy woman in a white tank top and jeans running up the hill. He can see her nipples. "Help!" She yells. She's dirty and sweaty and tan. She looks like Jessica biel.

Carter yells, "it's ok! I've got this."

Leatherface is hobbling up the hill with his chainsaw. Carter aims his rifle and fires. It hits Leatherface in the chest. Carter shoots him in the head, too. Leatherface falls down and starts to roll down the hill.

She hugs Carter and says, "thank you so much" as they both watch Leatherface roll down the rest of the hill for 10 more seconds. Then Carter puts his gun behind his back and they look into each other's eyes and he takes her face in his hands and kisses her.

She says "thanks for saving my life, now please let me suck your dick"

"you don't have to," Carter assures her.

"but I really want to," she insists. "I'm horny from the adrenaline, and i bet you have a nice dick." She undoes his pants and gets on her knees. She takes his hard dick out and says "hey nice dick, I was right."

Then she gives him a blow job. While she's sucking his dick, Carter looks around and sees raider Joel and sweet pea watching out the kitchen window.

Carter cums, then Joel gives him a thumbs up.

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this fic has his thots on the 2003 TCM preview

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[toxicbrothel]

POV

f!reader x Donald Pierce (Logan 2017 villain)

I8+ Dark fic, captivity, noncon touching

A pit forms in your stomach when the nurse calls your name. It’s the same nurse you’ve observed stuffing rolls of cash into her purse, thinking no one could see her do it. Dirty money for sure, and you have a feeling you’re about to find out how she gets it. Someone is here to pick you up, supposedly to transfer you to another hospital to confirm your non-mutant status. The shady nurse takes you gently by the arm and walks you to a room with folded chairs and photography equipment scattered around. You've been through that whole process already, and being back in the room makes you uneasy. It doesn't help that the handsome man reclining in that chair doesn’t look like hospital transport at all. He’s wearing two big rings, smoking a cigarette, and has a tattoo on the front of his throat.  

“Mr. Pierce,” the nurse admonishes him. “Can you please put that out?”

He pinches out the lit end of the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, flicks it to the floor, then raises his hands in defense. That's when you see his bionic arm. He uncrosses his legs, and the clap of his massive boot on the floor makes you jump. Now he’s manspreading with his large hands clasped in his lap.

The nurse thanks him and walks toward the exit.

“Pleasure doin’ business,” he mutters under his breath as he shamelessly checks you out. The deep, smooth voice has caught you off guard. A gold tooth sparkles from the front of his mouth. He claps his hands down on his knees and asks, “What do we got here?” as he stands up. He’s massive, towering over you. He’s wearing a black tactical vest under his long, dark leather jacket. He is sturdy, and your body reacts in a way you wish it wouldn't.

You stand in the middle of the room, helpless in a hospital gown. He clasps his hands behind his back and slowly paces in a half circle around you, his eyes eating you up like a piece of meat. “Not every day I pick up a woman,” he murmurs. “Normally, people know before adolescence if they’re a mutant. . .” 

“And I’m not,” you mumble futilely. You’re not even sure how you got on the list.

“Well, we’re gonna prove it,” he tells you. For a moment, you’re unsure if it’s a threat or reassurance, but your gut tells you it’s not a good thing. The air around him radiates violence. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go.” He extends his hand for you. When you not only don’t reach out, but also shake your head no, he loses patience and mutters, “Alright, c’mere. Damn.”

He lunges toward you, bends his knees, and uses his bionic arm to hoist you over his shoulder with much less effort than it would take with flesh and muscle. It gives you butterflies between the legs the way he does things with such ease.

“Ow,” you whimper with the crook of his metal elbow pinching your side as he carries you. 

“You’re alriiight,” he sing-songs, then reaches his non-bionic hand under your gown and stabilizes the weight with a hand on your ass, cool rings pressing into your flesh. He walks slowly toward a huge, armored vehicle. Its double back doors are already open. He nudges his thumb into your panties while he's at it, and you gasp at the feeling of him prodding your wet little hole. “Mmm,” he hums. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. He removes his thumb from your panties and hoists you off his shoulder and into the truck. There’s lab equipment, medical supplies, and a cage. Your eyes fixate on the enclosure, and your heart races. You try to back up out of the truck, but his bionic arm lets him wrangle you back with ease. You struggle as he forces you into the cage. 

Once he has you sitting still, his bionic hand around your jaw makes you look at him, only a few inches away. His gold tooth sparkles menacingly and his stare is ice cold as he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head forward. He lowers his voice. “You need to be good,” he warns.

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tysm for reading! and a big ty to @clawdee for the options. 💕

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