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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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spellbound - joby taylor x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day seven. prompt: quirofilia. 🎃}

{contains: descriptions of fingering (genitals/gender not specified).}

☽ "See something you like?"

☽ It was hysterical, really. Joby hated his own guts one minute, eyes rimmed red with tears as he moaned into your arms about how he was so close to making it big, he could practically taste the stardust granules of success on his tongue. He would curl into a ball in bed and sob about his failure as a father, too. You don't think I'm a bad person, babe, right? Shit, I made mistakes, but I'm not bad, right? Yeah?

☽ Yet the very next minute, his blood flowed with astounding egotistical grandeur. Those were the nights he grabbed hold of you roughly and staked his claim. You might pretend you were disgusted by his crass advances and those filthy words he'd whisper into your ear, but the slicked hair, the chipping black polish, the thick curves and bends of his tattoos, the smooth smirks...everything about that weasel of a man had you whipped.

☽ And in fact, you had seen something you liked. There was something about the way those long fingers plucked at his old guitar strings. The way they combed through the grease of his long hair. The way they'd end most nights pumping steadily in and out of you...there lived a certain fixation inside of your brain focused on his big, smooth hands.

☽ Joby was reluctantly romantic. He liked holding hands, but they usually ended up somewhere else instead of staying laced with yours.

☽ "You look good with a guitar in your lap," you stated. Joby offered you a small grin, moving to set it down. "You look good watching me over there." You tossed back an eye roll. "Cornball."

☽ Perhaps that was was you appreciated most about Joby...deep down, there was a true and passionate desire to make you smile and feel special. And despite that rather lackadaisical attitude he took towards sex, he still seemed to understand the intimacy that came with the act, the trust needed to be present in order for anything to work.

☽ You had grown past the point of butterflies twirling around your gut when stripping for him or your cheeks burning when those long, bony fingers were curling and dragging inside of you. Joby still was and would probably always be lots of fun to fuck. There was always something new to try, some new position to feel exposed in or some cheap, laughable toy he would pick up for you. But it always circled back to those pale, veiny hands. They were divine wherever he decided to put them. Two inside your mouth, getting your slick saliva on the skin so they can slip inside you easier! Trailing down your shivering, sensitive sides! The possibilities are endless!!

☽ It was almost as if your own fingers weren't enough anymore when you touched yourself on your own. He had put a spell on you, always leaving you craving more.

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #joby taylor #for ellen #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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libramooon · 2 years

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Paul Dano as Joby Taylor FOR ELLEN (2012)

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#i'm your huckqueueberry #pathetic dilf #myedit #filmedit #movieedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #paul dano #for ellen #joby taylor

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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cherry jubilee for my man joby 🥰🥰🥰 i need him to degrade me real bad 😵

– 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝐉𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: OKAY, so, I don't think I've ever written literally anything like this sO I hope the level of degradation is enough here? because oh goodness I may or may not have been absolutely losing my shit while visualizing this whole thing.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), clit rubbing, teasing and degradation (usage of slut exactly one time lol), pet names (multiple uses of princess), slight overstimulation, slight aftercare from Joby, nothing else I can think of!

Nearly three in the morning. And your boyfriend sleeps somewhat peacefully beside you, almost completely unaware of the turmoil brewing in your brain. Joby snores gently, passed out in the crooked position he’d collapsed onto the bed in when he came home from his band’s show. He was sweaty and exhausted, muttering a small, “hey, baby,” before his eyelids fluttered closed.

You had chuckled softly as he almost immediately drifted off before you fell back asleep yourself. But hours later, now wide awake, all you can think about are his eyes. How through the mist of your dream, you’d heard the screams of fans throwing themselves in his direction. They part like the Red Sea, his eyes set only on you. Somehow, just the thought of his eyes were enough to have you breathing deeply.

Then your imagination jumped to his hands. The way they picked away at his guitar with a practiced ease. And in your mind, they’d been playing you perfectly too. With a mounting ache between your legs, you can’t take the waiting anymore.

You turn, stare through the dark at the back of Joby’s head, and carefully reach forward to rub his shoulder. You whisper his name, “Joby.”

Nothing.

“Joby,” you repeat louder.

Already disgruntled and grumbling, he finally startles awake. He turns to face you with lumbering movements. Eyes bleary, Joby groans, “Whaaat?”

He blinks heavily, thankfully not able to see just how antsy you are as you squirm. You start to explain, “I…I had a dream,”

“Okay?”

“…and I was wondering if you could maybe help me out?” You finish through gritted teeth.

You can barely make out the way his mouth curls into a sleepy, sleazy smile as he gets the idea of the type of dream you may have had. He chuckles, “You want my help, princess?”

“Yes,” you affirm, rolling your eyes.

“Tell me where you want me,” he says breathlessly.

You think for a second before commanding, “Just…just give me your hand.”

Joby presents you with one of his large hands and laughs once more, “Mmmm, bossy.”

Without much hesitation, you take it and shove it down the front of your panties. The calloused pads of his fingertips brush over your mound as you guide him further and further downwards. You try your best to focus on the way his touch makes your skin shiver but instead find yourself listening to Joby’s raspy voice.

He groans from somewhere deep in his throat as his fingers drag between your lips. He’s almost surprised to find a pool of slick already forming and he gathers it with two digits. “Mmmm, you’re so warm and so wet. Bet you’ve been lying here just waiting for me to do something about this, huh?”

With your head sinking into your pillow, you nod. Using your own hand over his, you model the movements you need him to make over your clit. You quietly show him, though he knows full well just what you need. His fingers fall into the familiar, tight, circular pattern quickly. Right away the action makes a chord in your abdomen begin to tighten and you barely hold back a soft moan.

Joby’s tired voice plays in your ear as he moves in closer, “Let me hear you, princess. Wanna hear your desperate little sounds.”

It’s so late and your mind is already so muddy that you follow his direction without hesitation and let out the breathy sighs that only grow in volume as the pressure of the pleasure builds. You want to be surprised at how little effort it takes on his part to turn you into an absolute mess, bucking your hips against his hand.

The action doesn’t escape Joby’s notice. “God, you’re so fucking needy. Such a greedy girl, waking me up in the middle of the night to use my hand. And after a show, especially,” he chastises you. “You’re lucky my wrist isn’t sore. Then I might’ve told you no. I might’ve let you fuck yourself with one of those stupid toys of yours.”

“You— you wouldn’t—”

“Oh, I would,” Joby chuckles. “It would’ve been so much fun listening to you try to get yourself off without me. Because it’s better when I do it, huh?”

You nod again.

Joby stops rubbing, reminding you that even though your hand lies over his, he’s still very much in control. The pleasure already starting to fade, you whine.

“C’mon, princess. Tell me who’s the best at making you come and I’ll keep going.”

“You,”

“And what’s my name, princess?”

You grit your teeth and try to ignore his teasing tone as you force yourself to say what he wants to hear, “Joby fuckingTaylor.”

Pleased with your submission, Joby wastes no time in continuing. This time, the circles are faster, relentless, and barely give you a chance to catch your breath before the burn builds all over again, this time stronger and more intense than before.

“That’s right. Fucking Joby Taylor is the only one who can make you fucking whine and scream like the desperate little slut you are.”

The combination of his fingers and the bite in his tone on that one word sends you straight over the edge within seconds. You want to feel ashamed at how you whimper and how your legs shake through the aftershocks that ripple through your body. Joby’s fingers press against your clit just long enough following your orgasm that you squirm and manage to get out a weak cry.

Right before the searing sting can fully set it, Joby pulls his hand away, only to pull you closer into his chest. As if he wasn’t already sweaty on his own, you practically stick to him with the thin layer of perspiration covering your skin.

Joby kisses your hair and places his chin on the top of your head before holding you tightly. Softly, you hear him go, “Shhhhh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You did so fucking good for me, princess. So fucking good.”

Focusing on the sound of Joby’s heartbeat as it slowly subsides, you match your breathing to the soft hum in your core.

As your eyelids start to feel heavy, you hear Joby ask, “Are you all tired out now?”

You nod and this time Joby doesn’t push you to grace him with a verbal reply. Instead, he sniffs lightly, taking pride in his victory.

“Alright, let’s go back to sleep,” he says. “Goodnight, princess.”

With your head against his chest and the hunger inside you satiated. It's five minutes after three when you finally allow yourself to fall asleep, mind only on the gentle rhythm of Joby's hand as he rubs your arm.

#chocolate box valentine event❣️#paul dano #danonation #danocel #for ellen #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x y/n #joby taylor smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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kannibaleherzen · 2 years

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Paul Dano characters + tumblr posts part 4

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #dano riddler #the batman #edward nashton #the good heart #the good heart lucas #for ellen #joby taylor #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #swiss army man #hank thompson #can anyone tell how bored i get?#i did this on my phone sorry

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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i just feel you.

this came to me the other night when i was trying to fall asleep and i truly just fell in love with the idea🥺 it’s so fluffy and lovely💕

warnings: fluff with no plot, postpartum depression, written on a whim

you had heard it would be difficult, but you never imagined it would take a toll to this extent on you.

since having your beautiful daughter, annie, you had been struggling with postpartum depression. you knew this was a thing that many mothers struggled with, so you knew you weren’t alone in your experience. it tended to hit especially hard when you would nurse annie; you knew you had joby, and you knew you had your daughter, but you still somehow felt completely alone in the world and as if you were left to fight alone.

joby wanted to help you, he truly did. he would hold you once annie was down and would let you cry in his arms and on his chest all you wanted. joby was not the best with emotions, you both knew that, but the fact he pushed past his awkwardness to do the best he could for you meant something.

you wanted to feel anything, you wanted to feel him.

you let out a deep sigh when you heard your two month old begin to fuss in her pack ‘n play in the middle of the living room. you were snuggled against joby and mindlessly watching tv with him as he ran his long fingers through your hair. the pit began to form in your stomach knowing that your mood was about to decrease significantly more than it already was. you barely had the energy to do anything lately, even things to take care of yourself, and though you adored and loved your daughter with your whole heart, you dreaded nursing.

you sat up and broke out of joby’s grip, swallowing as your eyes brimmed with tears. the selfish part of you wanted to let her cry, wanted to wean her from breastfeeding and instead give her formula. you heard her unhappy little cries and your heart wrenched as you fought your thoughts.

joby noticed your stoic state, not moving to grab your daughter. he blinked, a bit startled by your lack of energy.

“baby?” he asked hesitantly. your head barely shook, the nerve endings in your body beginning to prick as you tried not to cry.

“i don’t want to do it, joby,” you whispered brokenly. joby exhaled quietly but shakily, he didn’t need to ask you any more to know what you didn’t want to do. it hurt, seeing his beautiful girlfriend and mother of his daughter struggle so much to feed her baby. every day he grew more and more worried about your depression and he wished there was a way he could do better to help you.

“what can i do?” he asked quietly.

you wanted to feel him. you wanted to feel him.

you took a deep breath and turned over your shoulder to meet joby’s green eyes, filled with concern and worry. you opened your mouth but hesitated, worried how he would take what you were about to say.

“will you take off your shirt?” you asked meekly. joby blinked, a bit surprised at your request. he began to respond but you quickly cut him off. “please don’t make this a sexual thing, that’s not what i want,” you begged weakly. that sentence struck joby’s heart. the quiet beg for him not to make something sexual was like a dagger to the softer side of him. it wasn’t your fault, he did have a reputation to turn anything he could into some sort of sexual situation. joby swallowed and shook his head at you, eyes like a puppy; he wanted to do better than that, he didn’t want you to have to ask him things like that anymore.

“i won’t, i promise,” he replied gently. you nodded and slowly began to take off your tank top, joby following with his dark gray t-shirt. you stood up and began to slip off your sweatpants and joby watched.

“should i take mine off too?” he asked. you nodded and he rolled his sweatpants off as well. you were both left in your underwear, you looking nervously at joby and him looking back at you so softly. annie’s cries had increased and you hesitantly took her out of the small pen. she was in a white little onesie and her dark hair was all a mess, her soft little face pink as she cried and whined.

“my baby…” you cooed quietly, bouncing her lightly. you sat back down and joby opened his legs, you scooting back between them and pressing your back to his chest.

“let’s take hers off, too, hm?” joby suggested gently. you nodded and joby reached around you, humming as he helped you take the soft onesie off your daughter’s writhing little body. she was left in her diaper and you took another deep breath to calm your nerves, telling yourself you were going to be fine. you nuzzled as closely to joby as you possibly could and he placed his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your stomach as annie latched onto you, her cries completely stopping as she began to nurse.

“good job, peanut,” joby whispered to his daughter. you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, the feeling of joby’s body around yours and annie’s little body in your arms making you feel at home. you were so connected to the two people you loved the most, and you didn’t feel that luring sense of loneliness and isolation as you fed your baby. love and comfort overtook your senses and for once, you weren’t crying out of sadness.

“how do you feel, baby?” joby asked softly, nuzzling his nose against your ear. you sniffled and your chest shook as you took a shaky breath, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“loved,” you whimpered back. you felt joby smile and kiss your earlobe, his arms giving you a loving squeeze as annie made little squeaking noises as she nursed calmly.

“good job, mama. good job,” joby cooed quietly to you. you were completely relaxed in his arms and you allowed the tears to flow silently down your cheeks as joby kissed everywhere he could and cooed gentle praises to you.

“i love you,” he added. you held annie a bit closer to you, feeling the wonder that comes with being a mother and being able to nourish your child from your own body. this is what you deserved.

“i love you, i love you too,” you choked back.

never in your life had you felt more connected to both joby and annie at the same time, and it was a feeling you hoped to have more often.

#joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor #joby taylor x y/n #for ellen #annie hendrix taylor #paul dano #paul dano x you #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfiction

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spookynebula · 2 years

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A collection of my favorite Danos (so far)

Edward Nashton (The Batman), Dwayne (Little Miss Sunshine), Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys and Aliens), Joby Taylor (For Ellen), Thaddius (The Ballad of Jack and Rose), and Alex Jones (Prisoners)

#paul dano #edward nashton #dwayne hoover #percy dolarhyde #joby taylor #thaddius #alex jones #the batman #little miss sunshine #cowboys and aliens #for ellen #the ballad of jack and rose #prisoners

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smellydano · 2 years

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nasty || joby taylor

joby taylor x afab!reader

warnings: nsft (mdni), choking, spitting, impact play, mouth fingering (?), hair pulling, rough sex, cumplay (kinda?), pls lmk if i should add more !!

synopsis: you meet joby at a bar after playing a show and have a nasty hookup 😳

word count: 2555

a/n: i got CARRIED AWAY with this ,, he is so hot i want him to be inside love me ,, this is kinda bad i proofread but it’s a little repetitive but it’s fiiiiiine

“you’re so hot, fuck.” joby whispered as he trailed sloppy kisses down your neck.

you just met this guy at the bar not even 2 hours ago, and he’s already in your apartment, in your bed, making you weak.

the night started with a local band playing at a bar, your friends dragged you out to go for some drinks and see a show after a long week. after sitting at a table for a while, you’ve downed a couple drinks.

the band enters the stage, the greasy lead singer grabbing the microphone at the top of the stage, guitar hanging off his shoulder, “hey, we’re-uh, snake trouble.” the lanky guy introduced themselves, very monotone. they start to play a couple songs, when you noticed the lead was staring right at you. you locked eyes for a moment, then breaking it with an eye roll. you didn’t hate band guys, but you knew most of them were grimy douchebags who usually just tried to get into as many girls pants as they could.

you and your friends left your table to hang by the bar, the building getting slightly more crowded from usual show attendees and people looking to get drunk on a friday night.

as the band concludes their set, they start putting away their instruments and packing up, while the usual bar music played. the main singer picked up a beer from the side of the stage and took a swig, looking over at you for what felt like the hundredth time. you caught him staring again and laughed, giving him a slight smile. this gave him the confidence to stroll up next to you at the bar. you watched as his lanky frame covered with a leather jacket walk towards the bar.

“hey, uh, what’s your name?” he asked awkwardly, shifting towards you. chuckling, you playfully scoffed, “(y/n), what’s yours?” you looked at him, taking a sip of your drink. he watched as you placed the glass down, “joby, joby taylor.” you nodded and hummed as your response. you turned over to your friends to catch the conversation, but he coughed, clearly trying to get your attention.

you huffed and turned your body towards him this time, looking at him with eyebrows raised. “so uhh, did you like the show?” he asked, taking a drink.

“yeah, it was, you weren’t too bad.” you trailed off, trying to give him the hint that you weren’t interested in his type. you knew exactly how these guys were. guys that are part of a band, no matter the size. they think they’re hot shit, super cocky. doing whatever to try and butter up some girl to take her home. you knew he needed some humbling. but you secretly started to like the minimal attention he gave you, throughout the show and now at the bar. but, you didn’t want to give him that idea. you didn’t want to boost his already inflated ego.

he looked at you, smiled as he licked his bottom lip. he knew you were playing hard to get. he saw it as a challenge. “thanks, i’ll take it as a compliment.”

“so uhh, what are you drinking?” he questioned. this guy doesn’t quit, you thought to yourself. in fact, he didn’t want to quit, he wanted to keep talking to you. he kept looking over at you during the show for a reason. he thought you were the hottest person in the bar.

“tequila sunrise, you?” you answered, leaning on the bar towards him.

“uhh, just a beer. just, uhh, whatever my drummer got me.” he stammered, a mix of his usual speech and alcohol flowing through him.

“sorry, i, uh, i get nervous talking to cute girls like you.” he looked at you and smirked, trying his absolute best to pull you. saw that coming, you chuckled awkwardly, respecting the attempt. “thanks, you’re pretty cute too i guess.” you teased, falling for his trap as much as you didn’t want to.

as you leaned over the bar to order another drink, he slyly looked lower to your ass. you handed over the cash to the bartender and moved over towards him again, catching his stare. he pulled himself out of his trance, looking back at you with a smile. you rolled your eyes and hit his chest. he smirked, watching your cheeks turn red.

for someone that was trying to play hard to get, you couldn’t stop giving him the attention he wanted. the way his leather jacket wrapped around him, his painted black nails around the neck of the brown glass bottle, the rings on his long fingers that clanked against it. you couldn’t stop thinking about his fingers, how they look, how they’d feel. how they’d work inside you.

your friend ended up ordering shots for you and the rest of your friends, it slid over to you as you looked at him. “i’ll take a shot as well.” he said to the bartender, who whipped up a shot in mere seconds. you looked at each other and took it together, slamming the tiny cup onto the bar. your face scrunched as you swallowed the potent liquid, coughing a little. as a chaser, you finished your drink you had sitting on the bar. he looked over at you and laughed, “don’t do shots often?” he said, comparing his reaction to yours, which was blank.

you giggled, shaking your head. “shut up, i don’t do them often!” you punched his arm, smiling at him. he smirked and rubbed his arm, pretending to be hurt.

after a while of random chatter, the recent consumption of alcohol taking over you, giving you more confidence. “hey, wanna go dance?”

he nodded quickly, finishing the half empty beer he had in his hand and slamming it on the bar. you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowded dance floor full of sweaty bodies, bored by deftones played as you stood facing him, swaying with him.

his hands slowly snaked their way to your hips, pulling you close to him. you could smell how surprisingly nice he smelt, like cologne and leather, maybe a little musk, but definitely mixed with sweat. his hands trailed to your ass, drumming along with the loud music that filled the bar.

he glanced down at you, leaning in to kiss you. you laughed at him, “what do you think you’re doing?” you teased him, you had him exactly how you wanted him, wanting you. he chuckled in a flirty tone, hands migrating to your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. “what do you think i’m doing?” he teased back, giving you a stupid shit eating grin. you tilted your head, “that’s why i asked you.”

he rolled his eyes, pulling you in for a kiss. you were taken aback, but didn’t want to pull away. you leaned into the kiss, a hand grabbing your jaw. he broke the kiss, “do you want to get out of here?” the feeling of the courage from the alcohol made you want to say yes, but you knew you were gonna make him work for it.

“hmm, maybe. where would we go? what would we do?” you question him, looking at him in playful confusion. he grinned, “oh i have an idea…”

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“you’re so hot, fuck.” joby whispered as he trailed sloppy kisses down your neck.

you two were on your half made bed, joby hovering over your frame, running his hand down your chest. he grasped at your breasts as he bit his lip, letting out a hum. “you have some really nice tits, babe.” he breathed out into your ear, you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in closer. you wanted him so bad, but what happened about playing hard to get? as much as you wanted to deny any moves he tried to pull tonight, you wanted him to fuck the ever living shit out of you. you wanted him to do everything to you. you wanted him to do the nastiest shit to you.

he made his way back to your lips, rushing in for a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth immediately. you touched his tongue with yours, which drove him crazy. he explored your mouth as much as he could, before pulling up to breathe. “fuck.” he cursed, gripping your waist.

“what are you into?” you asked awkwardly between kisses, not sure how to ask him to absolutely destroy you in bed. he broke the kiss, looking at you with confusion. “uhh, i don’t know, whatever you want?” he exhaled, still leaning over you. he leaned back down to place kisses on your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. “i-i just want you to, maybe do some nasty shit w-with me.” you choked out, ready for him to be scared off and leave.

“whatever you say.” his words muffled from him making welts on your neck. you felt him smirk, running your fingers through his jet black hair.

he trailed his hands up your small tank top, pushing it up and off of you. he threw it on the ground and took off his jacket and top, throwing them in the same place as your shirt. as soon as he saw your tits, he replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking on your nipples, leaving marks all over your chest. you moaned, watching him mark you all over.

he lowered himself down towards your cunt, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down and off of you. as he lifted himself up and pulled his pants down, you couldn’t help but noticed the bulge in his boxers. he slowly peeled them off as your mouth opened wide, a smirk crawled onto his face as his cock sprang up. “like what you see?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “shut up, just keep going.” you said as you pushed his head back down.

he pulled down your panties and groaned, “fuck, you’re this wet? already?” you blushed in embarrassment. he looked up and you and shook his head, smiling as he placed his lips on your cunt. he swirled slow circles on your clit, gaining a loud whine from you. this only fuelled his ego, something you wanted to take down a notch.

he pushed his nose against your clit, his tongue pushing against your hole. you gripped his long hair, moving with his head. he pushed his tongue inside and started fucking you with his tongue. you moaned and pulled at his hair.

you pulled his face out of your pussy by his hair, looking at him with desperation in your eyes. “i need you to fuck me, please. i need it bad.” you begged. he gripped your hips, pushing himself up over you. he held himself on his knees on the bed, pulling your cunt towards his cock. he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, the other one resting on the bed. he pumped himself before slowly entering your pussy. you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back. you panted as he started thrusting in and out at a quick pace, holding your leg up high onto his chest, gripping it harshly.

“look at me.” he demanded, grabbing your jaw. you looked up at him, “open your mouth.” you followed his orders as he put his thumb in your mouth, pulling your mouth open. he looked into your eyes and got closer to your mouth, spitting into yours. you were shocked, but very turned on. he let go on your mouth, continuing his thrusts. “show me.” you opened your mouth with your tongue out, gaining a loud groan from him as he saw you swallowed the spit. “holy fuck, you’re so hot.”

his hips started slamming into you faster, his hand pinched your nipple as you let out a guttural moan. he rolled the bud in his fingers as he watched them bounce when his hips crashed against your pelvis. you let out a loud moan, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your throat. you looked at you with wide eyes, but wrapped his hand around it, choking you. he groaned, biting his lip and pushing harder. you wheezed from the lack of airflow, whines coming out as squeaks.

he pulled out quickly, dropping your leg to the bed. “give me your ass.” you flipped yourself over, getting on your knees and balancing yourself on your elbows. you arched your back, wiggling your bum in his direction. he laid a harsh smack on it, you whimpered at the sudden sting. he let out a dark laugh and placed a hand on your hip and pushed himself inside once again. he laid more rough slaps on your ass, spitting on it occasionally. you felt a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, knowing you’re coming close to finishing.

he pushed your back down on the bed, grabbing your arms and placing them behind you. your head pressed in the sheets, he continued to slam into you while gripping your wrists together with force. “oh my god, joby!” you screamed into the mattress, then moved your head so your cheek was on the bed. joby adjusted himself so his knee was bent, giving him a better angle. he leaned over you to push the side of your head into the mattress, “you’re such a fucking slut.” he grunted as his cock reached deep inside you. you let out a yelp, panting heavy as your body felt light.

“fuck, your pussy’s so good.” he groaned, letting go on your wrists. you placed them back down on the bed as he pulled your head up by your hair. “ahh! joby please!” moans falling from your mouth. his hips started to slow down, you could feel he was close to cumming. you were also very close. “joby, please, i think i’m close!” you whined.

“fuck, just like that please keep going! ahh i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, feeling that oh so familiar feeling. he plowed into you hard, your pussy clenching around him. you felt his cock twitch, gripping your waist. all of the sudden, your orgasm washed over you, crying out in pleasure. you held onto the sheets, whining loudly as he kept pumping inside you.

“shit, i’m gonna cum.” he fucked out your high then pulled out, jerking himself fast until he splattered all over your back and ass. he let out a series of grunts, groans and growls. he slowly finished himself off, catching his breath.

he took his fingers and swiped some of his cum off your back. with his hand still grabbing your hair, he pulled you up against him and placed them in front of your mouth. without hesitation, you opened your mouth wide. he slid his fingers inside against your tongue, sliding them in. you choked on them as he pushed them further. he pulled them out, letting you down onto the bed. you flopped onto your stomach, slipping your hands under the pillow under you.

“that was, nasty.” you giggled, looking over at him as he fell down to his side, letting out a huge sigh. he chucked as he saw your back, his cum plastered all over you.

“yeah, i-uh, get freaky.” he chuckled.

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NOT THE KLITZ REFERENCE ,, i’m so sorry that was so cringe

requests always open! (i promise i’m working on my requests anons :D) pls like/reblog if u liked this! ty for reading 🖤🍄🧚🏻

#joby taylor #joby taylor smut #joby taylor x reader #for ellen #paul dano #paul dano smut #paul dano x reader #danonation #danocel #smellydanowrites

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letterboxd-worth-a-damn · 1 year

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#For Ellen 2012 #For ellen #paul dano #letterboxd #letterboxd reviews

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riddlersbimbo · 2 years

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Paul DaNOSE

#paul dano #swiss army man #there will be blood #little miss sunshine #for ellen #l.i.e.#escape at dannemora #i have so many more of these i will post them later #my content #dano dude #nose #misc #fave danos

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killerlookz · 2 years

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Joby Taylor: NSFW alphabet (f! reader)

a/n: i feel like nsfw posts are lacking for joby and honestly i dont think i've seen anyone write an nsfw alphabet for him, so im taking this into my own hands bc im a whore for this greasy dirtbag of a man

warnings: 18+ content!! literally PURE smut!! if ur a minor GO AWAY

A- Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I'll be frank with you, Joby doesn't really have much of a clue on how to care for someone after sex. He's probably not going to baby you afterward, he's not even really sure wtf aftercare is.

He will on the other hand definitely hold you next to him, the two of you still naked and sweaty underneath the sheets. He'll wrap an arm around your shoulders, and hold you close while he smokes a cigarette, careful not to let the ash fall in your hair. He'll press some kisses against your hair and the crown of your head between drags of his cigarette, and they're probably pretty loud and obnoxious too. (He'll also probably sneakily slip in an "I love you" or "You're so pretty" here and there)

B- Body part (favorite part of their partner's body, and their body)

Joby Taylor is a rockstar, so he's going to fall into a little bit of a stereotype here, he loves your tits holy shit. The way they look when you wear an all-too-tight tank top. How they spill out of that ratty cut-up old Snake Trouble shirt you have. How they bounce when he's fucking you. He loves grabbing, and kneading the tender flesh, literally whenever. Not even just during sex. Like his hands are all up on your tits at ALL TIMES. Ugh, and getting your nipples hard and sensitive maybe with his tongue, or his teeth, or his fingers. Yeah he's obsessed. Major tit man for sure.

His favorite part of himself is his hands without a doubt. He's got nice, veiny hands and long fingers, so yeah of course they're his favorite. He loves the way they look when he puts on his chunky rings and messy black nail polish. Obviously, they're how he plays his guitar and writes his music. And a little less innocently he loves using them on you. Loves to make you squirm as he pushes his fingers up into you, and he knows how to use them just right.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Joby doesn't have much of a bias on as to where he cums honestly, as long as he gets to do it period. But, if I'd have to say, he probably likes cumming inside of you the most, whether its your cunt (as long as you're on the pill, he is not prepared to have another child) or your mouth. He loves to watch his cum drip out of your cunt, or to make you stick your tongue out for him to show him that you swallowed everything after you suck him off.

But if he's feeling real dirty, he likes to cum on your tits. We've already established he's a tit man, so, this is a no brainer. Either he'll take himself out of your mouth last second after a blowjob, or just plain old jerk himself off on top of you in order to cover your tits with his cum. It just drives him wild marking you like that.

D- Dirty secret (self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Joby likes being choked...... I have to say it. Not like suuuuper kinky or hella submissive way like, to the point where you're REALLY cutting off any air. But he loves when you put your hands around his neck while you're riding him, or while you're making out. Just the little bit of pressure you place right under his jaw sends shivers down his spine and has him SPIIIIRALINGGGG.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fuck yeah, Joby is experienced alright. Back in Snake Trouble's heyday, even if they still were playing relatively smaller shows, man definitely had groupies up the fucking walls. Knowing what he's doing on the other hand... is a different story. Hate to say it but, the man is a bit of a douche so, fucking different chicks every night, he was mainly just focused on his own pleasure, honestly. You're gonna need to show him the ropes a little, show him how to properly use what he's got. But once you do, holy shit, sex. fucking. god.

F- Favorite position

Being on top of you, tbh. He's a bit of a simple man when it comes to positions but there's nothing he loves more than hovering over you while he fucks into you. He loves that he can see pretty much all of you that way, he can see the way your jaw slacks when you moan his name, and your eyes struggle to stay open. He especially loves how he can see how your tits bounce up and down with each thrust. And of course he loves watching you squirm under him.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Joby's pretty serious during sex, I take it he has a pretty dry sense of humor anyway, so he's not going to be cracking jokes, or going out of the way to make you laugh. He will though, say little things to get you flustered and worked up, making you giggle as your cheeks grow bright red. But making you laugh laugh is really not for Joby.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Eh, he's decently groomed. I don't think it's like WILD or anything, but he's definitely not clean-shaven. A little trim here and there too keep things comfy and breathable and that's good enough for him.

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It takes a goood loooong while for Joby to become a real intimate/romantic sort of guy. When you two first meet and start hooking up he was definitely very casual about the way he fucked you. Starting out he never really paid any particular attention to being super affectionate, or passionate even. But as the two of you grow closer, and he begins to trust you, and gradually sheds his fear of commitment and relationship insecurity, yeah, he becomes pretty intimate.

Now, he loves giving you hot, passionate kisses while he fucks into you. He loves holding you close and groping at your flesh. Mumbling against your neck or your lips, Fuck, I love you so much, you're so good. Or just telling you how beautiful you are, and that you're all his.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you? Definitely jerked it at least once a day, maybe quickly when he woke up, or right before he goes to bed, just, a decent amount yk? After he meets you though, eh, not so much, especially if you're living together, then what does he need to jerk off for? You feel so much better than his hand.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spitting/marking FOOOOR SURE. Loves making you open your mouth for him while he's above you and spitting into it, making sure you swallow. Spitting on your pussy before he enters you with either his fingers or his cock? Yup. Yup. Yup. Watching the spit drip from your mouth after you suck on his cock or his fingers.... ohhh yeah, drives him insane. He'll even let you spit on him (or in his mouth)

Oh and marking yeah, another one, marking. He loves marking you, he's just *a tad* possessive so, leaving hickeys all over your neck and chest, his handprints on your ass, and bruises on your thighs from holding you so hard... oh he is soooo into it. And loves when you mark him too, he'll wear loose v-neck shirts to show off the hickeys you leave on his neck, and absolutely looooves when you scratch up his back while he's fucking you.

L- Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, tbh, nothing can beat fucking you in bed for Joby. But honestly, he's a total sucker for doing it on the green room couch before or after a show (he's not really into exhibitionism but the thrill of one of his bandmates being able to walk in at any time drives him a little wild), or..... in the car...... he really has a thing for car sex... tbh.

M- Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

essentially, anything you do. But, ESPECIALLY when you bicker with him, oh he's such a stubborn little asshole, and he doesn't exactly change his ways around you, but it is TOTALLY on purpose. He loves your witty little comebacks and remarks when he tries to get smart with you, the way you immediately put him in his place.... ohhhh it drives him absolutely INSANE that he wants to just take you right then and there to shut your smart little mouth up.

He also gets real in the mood watching you at his shows, watching you dance in the crowd, knowing every word to all of his songs. The way your clothes cling to your body as you swing your hips, screaming along, your eyes not moving from joby, YEP, he's hard right there, on stage. Good thing he can wear his guitar down low enough to cover his straining erection.

N- No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves truly hurting you. Joby can be into rough sex at times, but, he'd never really cause any real pain to you aside from light stinging from playful spanking, and biting. He's not the type to want to slap you across the face, or choke you until you can't breathe. He just doesn't have it in him, he may look tough, but he could never ever truly hurt you.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Joby definitely prefers receiving, he loooves when you go down on him, honestly, blowjobs are one of his absolute favorite sex acts. He loves watching you sink onto your knees, as your hands playfully palm him over his tight jeans before you unbuckle his belt and begin to suck on his cock. He loves grabbing fistfuls of your hair, and pushing you down onto him, controlling your pace. You just feel so good with your mouth wrapped around him, he can't ever get enough.

He has no problem giving though, it is such an ego boost having you squirm around while he digs his fingertips into your thighs, desperately trying to keep your legs open as he licks up and down your folds. He's absolutely entranced by the pretty noises you make while he licks and sucks on your cunt. And when you cum on his tongue, ugh, it's over for him, he's obsessed, making you orgasm SO HARD with only his tongue does absolute wonders for his ego, so, he's game to eat you out whenever you want it.

P- Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He fluctuates really! He usually goes at a nice medium pace, bordering between romantic and rough. He likes both, just depends on the mood the two of you are in. After a nice date, he'll probably take his time with you, lots of foreplay and careful touches before hot, sensual sex that lasts for what feels like hours on end. Or, the two of you will get home from a show and he's bending you over the kitchen counter the moment you walk through the door, pulling your panties down and fucking you right then and there because you just looked oh so sexy singing along to every word of his songs that he really just cannot help himself.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies! A quick fuck before a show, maybe right after you wake up before work, fucking you before your dinner reservations that you're already late for because he just cannot get over the way you look. Obviously he loves taking his time with you and he couldn't survive solely on quickies but they get the job done, and honestly, he thinks they're really hot.

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

For the most part, yes. If you're ever like, "hey can we try x,y,z" he's probably game. He's not the kinkiest guy but he's definitely not vanilla either, it just depends! He's not gonna want to do anything too taboo though, I kind of feel like he gets grossed out a tad easily.

S- Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Joby is by no means old, he's only, what? In his late 20s? So his stamina is pretty good. Maybe two-three rounds, definitely not as long as when he was 20/21 but he's obviously still got it. I'd just say he doesn't last as long as he used to be he doesn't take care of himself very well and he smokes which causes him to lose his breath a bit easier!

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Joby himself does not own any toys, but if you own any, he's decently game to use them on you. I can't really see him fucking you with a dildo or anything, but teasing you with gently pressing a vibrator to your clit... yeah, he could be into that for sure ;)

U- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, come on, look at him, he LOOOOVES to tease. Getting you all worked up is his absolute specialty. Not the type at all to leave you high and dry, he'll always finish what he started, but he just loves watching you get all flustered and squirmy. Watching you blush and wiggle around underneath his grasp just makes him so <333

V- Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not super loud, and his noises are definitely in the lower range, no high-pitched yelps or anything. But he'll grunt and groan into your neck while he's fucking you, and let out deep, loud sighs when you sink your mouth down around his cock.

W- Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is a bit of a silly headcanon, but it's still within the whole nsfw realm, but this man, TOTALLY has a thing for nipple piercings. He wants to get them for himself, but he's a little chicken cause he's heard they hurt like a bitch. But, if his partner has them, holy hell, he's fucking obsessed he thinks they're so fucking hot. He likes to feel the cool metal between his teeth or on his tongue while he nips at your breasts. Sometimes he'll play with the piercings just to tease you (after they're fully healed of course, he'll stay away when they're in the healing process he KNOWS how much healing body mods hurt)

And he just loves the way they look <33 when the little metal bars poke out through your shirt when you're not wearing a bra, or when your tits are just out bare, it drives him insane.

X- X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, he doesn't have like a horse cock or anything but he's not small either. Somewhere between 5 and 6 inches hard, but not super thick. More of a shower than a grower tbh, his size doesn't change too drastically when he's hard and maybe a slight curve to the left but just barely.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Absolutely insane, the two of you definitely are fucking once a day, at least. He's a rockstar (even if he is a little washed up), so being horny is just IN his DNA. He might be a little annoying at times with how horny he is, but, never to a point where you feel uncomfortable or forced. You love fucking him anyways, so it's not too much of a problem.

Z- Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you are fucking after a show, nearly immediately. He will be SOOO exhausted. But normally, if it's at night, maybe 45 minutes to an hour afterward he'll be fast asleep. Sex doesn't drain him too too much, but, he can't deny, he loves his sleep, and what's better than a good night's sleep after having some bomb sex?

a/n: okay! omg! my first time ever writing an nsfw alphabet so i hope i did alright <3 and i hope you enjoyed my personal projections for Joby <33

#joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor smut #joby taylor headcanons #paul dano #danonation #for ellen

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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songs i associate with different paul dano characters teehee

Edward Nashton:

Cubicles by My Chemical Romance

Mr. Self Destruct by Nine Inch Nails

Disarm by The Smashing Pumpkins

Timothy Klitz

High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup

Cat and Mouse by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

The Birds and the Bees by Breathe Carolina

Joby Taylor

When I Get Home You're So Dead by Mayday Parade

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me by Fall Out Boy

I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace

Calvin Weir-Fields

She's My Man by Scissor Sisters

The Bitch Of Living from Spring Awakening

Nice Guys Finish Last by Cobra Starship

Burt Fabelman

Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA

Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues

Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads

Louis Ives

Petals by Hole

Let You Break My Heart Again by Laufey

Real Men by Mitski

#im a musichead #danonation #danocel #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #paul dano #dano riddler #the girl next door #timothy klitz #joby taylor #for ellen #calvin weir fields #ruby sparks #burt fabelman #the extra man #louis ives

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danosrosegarden · 7 months

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zombie - joby taylor x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day two. prompt: choking. 🎃}

{contains: joby sucking at communication and aftercare, a fairly toxic relationship, descriptions of fingering (genitals/gender not specified), and mild descriptions of breathplay, of course.}

☽ Being Joby Taylor's lover was complicated business. He would fill your nights with a windstorm of blazing, bedazzled color; so blindingly bright he was, flying into your life and colliding with your tender heart at a million miles per hour, coloring your blood with sparkling supernova dust. But then he was gone in the morning, leaving you to mourn the empty, wrinkled sheets of the bed on your sunray-speckled lonesome. You'd close the blinds and block the shimmering sunshine to brood in the darkness of your bedroom. What were you doing wrong? Why did he always leave without a text, without a call, without a kiss, without a single trace left behind? And for Christ's sake, why did you keep crawling back?

☽ Maybe it was because he was a fucking disease, blackening your lungs and gnawing away at the meat. He was a festering zombie bite; you could feel the skin rotting away at the teeth marks, could smell the stench of decay in the air, could practically taste the mold growing in your body. He was pervasive, grabbing tight hold of every one of your thoughts and spinning it into desire for more of him. You'd normally turn your nose up at guys like him. You were too busy and accomplished to play into their schemes.

☽ Yes, he'd fuck you rough all night until your whole body trembled and your throat was stripped raw and hoarse, then he'd leave when the rising sun wavered low in the sky and you were fast asleep, and yes, that made you so angry, you could spit. But there was something darkly addictive about the cycle. And maybe he didn't even mean to be cruel...maybe there was something inside of him that was aching. Maybe he'd watch your sleeping body rise and fall, maybe he'd trace the dip of your waist, and it would all reek too heavily of what he'd done before. Maybe he was just scared.

☽ Any which way, there was no room to complain in the midst of the process...he was far too busy with making you twitch and plead for more to listen to your accusations. And fuck, was he good at what he did. Nothing filled you up like those long, bony, black polished fingers. He knew just the spots to brush against that made you cry out and beg for more, please, give me more.

☽ Joby brought out all that was hungry and wild from deep inside of you. Were you even into half of the shit you were into now before you two had met?

☽ You suppose it was about the trust. What's sexier than placing your life into the hands of your partner? And you trusted him enough that when those icy, slender hands wrapped themselves around your throat and pushed, you could feel the sparks shooting between your legs.

☽ He'd let you breathe in short bursts, only allowing for a couple gulps of air before pressing down again. It was thrilling; he was normally so lax about everything. The bedroom was the one place he could really just let go and be wild.

☽ Was it even fair to expect you to leave when he was such an expert at clogging your veins with those filthy thoughts of his hands around your throat? It was as if you were under a spell, bound forever to mindlessly stumble for his scent and follow his trail. Did you ever have a chance of breaking the cycle when it was him?

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #joby taylor #for ellen #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 23

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