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Plushies 6 - MooMoo

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist but Can be read as standalone

Summary: you surprise Joel for your 2 year anniversary by being the fuckable plushie tonight.

Warnings: literally 99.9% smut. Unprotected sex (she is on the pill but they’re playing with the idea of it failing), BREEDING KINK, pregnancy kink, plushie milk sucking (? You’ll see); nipple pumps, nipple play, nipple orgasm, boobjob, oral m-receiving, squirting, cream pie, belly bulge, no breastfeeding but Joel has a breastfeeding kink (obviously!), Daddy kink, spitting, bimbofication, lots of cow talk, praises you and degrades you, cringe ass language overall for these horny fucks

18+ ONLY

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It's getting pretty bad now that every time you see your pile of plushies in the room, your panties dampen. And you can’t really avoid them because Joel’s been adding to the mountain of stuffed animals with every excuse to get you a gift.

And then outright making you cum on them before he’s ripped the tag off.

You suspect Joel also gets equally as hard by them too, with all the interesting things he’s been sharing since starting your Plushie-sex journey. He’s pretty quiet and reserved any other time, even during regular sex. But when all your little beady stuffed animals start getting involved…

You’re startled by a gentle knock at the door. “You okay in there, sweet pea?”

“Mhm! I’m almost ready!”

You both just got back from a fabulous date—ready to seal the night with passionate sex. And you’ve planned the perfect 2 year anniversary gift for him.

You stare in the mirror in your new “outfit” to surprise Joel’s loins: naked, save for a spotted felt ear headband, a leather collar with a big golden bell dangling from your neck, knee high white and black spotted stockings, and a slutty garter body harness speckled in black splotches. The straps dip and curve over your hips with cute ribbons on the waist, snaking under your soft parts, accentuating your breasts, tummy, thighs, ass—everything that Joel finds bitable.

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When you finally walk out into the bedroom with all the might your tiny little harness could muster, Joel’s eyes finally land on you. You smile at him with a sultry, pretty, and far from innocent smile.

"I was thinking maybe I could be your plushie for tonight,” you say, pushing your breasts out with your arms drawn tight, and shaking a little so he can see them sway and hear the jingle of the bell bounce over your collarbone.

Ok, so you know the scenes in Tom&Jerry where Tom sees a female cat, and his eyes bug out cartoonishly and jaw falls down to the ground?

Yeah, that’s Joel right now.

His jaw is so slacked it might unhinge itself. Eyes straining because they can’t go any fucking wider, and his pupils literally so blackened, you wouldn’t know he had baby brown eyes.

You’re standing there very expectedly, waiting.

Waiting.

… waiting.

Say something you kinky bastard, damnit NowILookLikeAFool—!

Your nerves are starting to curl in on themselves...maybe you don’t look as sexy as you’d hoped...

“Um…if… if you don’t like it—I mean if you wanted to pick up a stuffie instead…”

The man takes advantage of your brief embarrassment and jumps you, shoving you against the wall and caging your legs around his hips.

“Oh!”

You whimper as the unmistakable bulge of his package presses hungrily, slipping past the little string and nudging your wet clit.

He glues his lips to yours, devouring your tongue. It’s extra hungry, extra needy tonight than usual. His lips twitch with the rumbling growl reverberating deep in his chest.

“You’re so fucking sexy holy fucking shit baby-jesusssssss look at you— fuckfuckfuck I’m so lucky, luckylucky bastard—FUCK ME—you’re mine? You’re actually fucking mine????”

You giggle, confidence surging again as his hands struggling to grab every bit of you all at once. Holding you captive nonetheless, eyes raking over in wonder and astonishment.

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you hum sensually. You grab his hands and bring them to curl along your harness, under the straps to feel your skin all hot and tingly. Begging for his touch.

“Happy fucking Anniversary to me.”

Joel scoops you up and sits on the bed, immediately having you straddle him. You grind down on his tent poking up between your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs when he feels the flutter of your folds.

He knows you feel as sexy as you look.

“Gonna be my cow slut tonight, huh? You know what good little cow sluts do?”

“Suck cock?” You ask cheekily, preparing to sink down to your knees to pleasure him with your mouth.

He lets out a happy sigh. You’re ready to move, your teeth sucking in your lower lip, but he stops you, instead choosing to pin you closer to his body. His voice drops an octave:

“They birth and they milk.”

They—what? “Um—come again?”

“Breeding, baby. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

He knows you’re on the pill, so it’s not like you’re really trying to get pregnant…but the thought of getting knocked up tonight sends a particularly dangerous chill down your spine. He never uses a condom so the chances are still….there. Every night. Each time he blows his fat load deep inside you; like a good little cumdump, he says.

Why not indulge his fantasy tonight?

“You wanna breed me, Daddy?” You tease, hips swaying along his clothed member, dancing along your slit.

“Mmmm, yeahhh. Shit, baby. You’d look so good pregnant. And these—“ he grits his teeth, fingers pinching the straps that circle your mounds, watching them squish together, “—Are gonna fill up with so much milk, gonna feed me with your delicious cunt and sweet milk 24/7.”

You want to slap the smug look off his face, but now’s not the time. It’s time to get those pouty lips on your breasts and the cock in your cunny.

“Better start getting them open so I can satisfy that big thirst of yours.”

On cue, his lips wrap around your nipples, kneading your tits in his big rough hands. You start bouncing steadily along his cock. He’s domineering and digging into your skin harshly, teeth overly excited and sinking into your pebbled nips while he grinds up against your heat.

He’s biting and sucking so hard, asking-PLEADING-for your milk.

Milk that is definitely not there!

"Ouch! Joel I'm not going to give you milk, we’re just—playing—I’m not actually pregnant!"

But the THOUGHT of you exactly like this but stuffed full of a baby, just imagining your tits all round and belly bursting, the garter harness pulling tight against your skin and your tits poking out with that big heavy swell of your tummy making you look like his own breeding stock.

Desperate whines rush out of his mouth in a string of babbling: “I can get ya pregnant, please? Pleasepleaseplease darling let me put a baby in you— breed ya so good, just look at ya, could get ya knocked up, just think how cute you'd look gettin' all round with my calves grown in that tumtum. Fuck! what a sight, showing off to everyone our hard work breeding, evidence of our love making, and these titties would just swell n get all heavy with all the creamy delicious milk ya could give me like the best momma n—“

Your palm splats against his mouth to shut him up. “Slow down, cowboy. We aren’t having a real baby any time soon. We don't even live together yet..."

"Then move in with me,” he proposes without hesitation.

You …blink for a moment. His mouth hovers over your breast again but you drag him up to look you in the eyes—so you know he's not just fucking around.

“Really?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do we still have separate homes? I'm here all the time anyway. Plus, takin' care of all those plushie pets must be exhausting on your own, they're partially my kids anyway so.”

"You really want to live together?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do.”

You and Joel were a ‘take it one day at a time’ trusting kind of love, but right now as you stare into his heart-shaped eyes, you can see your whole future together. The kind of earth shattering reality that’s never been more clear and more desirable than this moment.

“I—“

“Don’t gotta give me an answer right now. Wanna ask ya again when we’re—less horny. So you know I’m bein’ serious.”

You grin and kiss him.

“Show me a good anniversary night and I’ll give a good thought-over.”

“Oh babygirl,” he tuts. “Think you were gonna be the only one showin’ me a good time? I got ya something too, sweetheart. Gonna go perfect with ya cow slut theme ya got goin’ on.”

You don’t know what he could possibly have that could “match” your very specific cow themed sex outfit—

Unless its more cows.

So when he sits you on the bed, stumbling over his shoes because he can’t take his eyes off you, Joel equally surprises you with a box of cow themed gifts—little calf beanie babies, which are conveniently jerry-rigged to two separate nipple pumps with their little snouts pointing towards the suction cups, and a cow plush toy that has a compartment in the top to pour milk in, complete with rubber “practice” utters for farmer kids to learn milking.

“I swear, I had no idea you were gonna be dressed as slutty cow momma for me. I just—saw this shit online and thought my girl needed to be drinking some cow titties when I fuck her swollen cow tits.”

“We’re so in sync,” you muse, shaking your head with an amused smirk.

Its honestly should be... kinda concerning.

He sits back next to you on the mattress, shoving some of your animals off the edge. You instinctively crawl atop his thighs again, and his hands settle once more protectively around your waist. You stare down at him, his sinful lips practically begging to get sucked while that lidded lustful gaze lulls you in a trance. The Joel Miller spell is wordlessly working on you again—and you know you’re gonna be cracking and doing anything this man says within a few shorts minutes.

You beam at each other tenderly, unable to help the genuine happy crinkle at your lips as you kiss him softly.

Then it starts:

"Can ya moo for me?"

You roll your eyes. Not quite doing anything he says so soon. “Fuck no I'm not doin that shit again for you. You want a farm, go get one yourself."

"Please Angel?" He plants wet kisses along your jaw before giving two fat ones on top of your breasts.

"Still no."

He groans, but continues to nip at your breasts like a scolded child. "Can I fuck your big mommy milkin' cow titties?”

“There is no milk!” You snap. You’re ready to throw the whole idea away, but his persistent hold around your waist and cock nudging your throbbing puss is making it difficult to resist him for long.

His big brown chocolate lab eyes bleed into your horny little soul. “C’mon, MooMoo, for Daddy?”

“I am NOT your MooMoo—“

He jingles the bell dangling from your neck. “Ya’sure sound like my MooMoo.”

you clench your fist around his shirt and take a deep breath. "Fine, Fine! Whatever."

"Say it."

"You can—ugh—fuck my big... mommy milking cow titties." You face feels so hot with embarrassment, but Joel purrs with such satisfaction that you feel even WORSE how much you don't hate it.

Since when did the double entendre of being called his "kitty" and "puppy" when Joel fucks you and your animal themed plushies become his "moo moo girl"?

He grins with such a dirty, perverted look about him. Continues to kiss over your mounds, massaging the muscles in your back so you don’t notice when he bends over you to grab his homemade breast pumps.

He looks at you sideways with expectant hope in his eyes.

You roll your eyes again. Of course he can’t just get a normal titjob and blow his load in your mouth. There’s always some fucking thing else you gotta do. But with the way his cock pulses under your drooping pussy, you decisively snatch it from his hands and get to work just so that he’ll call you his slutty cow again.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, rubbing along your hips excitedly. He holds them in your hand and exhales hot air over the cups so they aren’t cold against your skin.

The clear tubes are narrow, obviously meant to resemble that of utters rather than actually breastfeeding from a bottle. You stick them on each tit, and very quickly Joel is pumping the little hand squeeze that starts to suction the small space of air into the connecting wire.

You gasp at the sensation. Slowing latching on, the small of your breasts are pointing inward towards the pumps, sticking up on their own now as Joel continues to suck the air out.

You hiss a strangled moan. The sensation isn’t—bad. It’s like an invisible hand is dry vacuuming your pebbles.

“Fuck—fuck look at that,” he growls. “Your nipples are sooooooooooo fucking suckable right now.”

You look down and see their hardened state reaching out into nothing. As more of your flesh and tissue gets sucked in, pressing tightly, trying to fill the small space, the pain mixes with pleasure. Joel’s continually nipping at your chest with lidded eyes glued to the scene helps spread the multiple sensations your body is feeling.

“There’s not gonna be any milk,” you warn again, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat when you get to a particularly suffocating phase of tightness in your breast.

He casts a sorrowful grin before yanking the pumps off together with a loud SCHMOP.

You screech unexpectedly, rolls of pleasure sparking through your chest, up to your brain then right down to your tummy and cunt, your eyes rolling back as you collapse forward on to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment save for your heavy pants. Until you feel a wetness growing on his pants.

“Joel—did you—?”

He laughs out, “No baby, that was all you.”

Your cheeks go warm in embarrassment, looking down to confirm that you had actually squirted onto his jeans just from getting your nipples suctioned.

“Didn’t know ya titties were so sensitive…” he goads.

You shake your head and nudge it into his neck—because you didn’t know you could squirt just from getting your breasts suctioned either.

“Shhh, I know. I know baby, just breathe. Little titties are so sore, but we gotta get them ready to start feeding from. S’not my fault you’re just a little slut, so hungry to be a momma—don’t you worry, Daddy Bull is gonna make it happen. Ya can squirt your little juices all you want when I breed your cunt like my own personal livestock.”

You have half the mind to tell him again there is no baby to be feeding any time soon, and you sure as heck weren’t his livestock to be bred, and had nothing to say about "Daddy Bull", but with the harsh throbbing along your nipples, dragging sensitively against his cotton shirt, you don’t care to do anything else but drool and hump your weeping clit against his soaked thighs.

“Let Daddy see his work,” he mumbles into your throat with a kiss.

You sit up again with his assistance.

He groans heartily at the sight of your swollen, redden tips poking from your boobs. “Jesus fuck, MooMoo.” He rubs his thumb over your mounds and you wince away. “They hurt?” He laugh sadistically.

You cover your lips with the back of your palm, unwilling to let him see your delirious heaving. Your pussy throbs desperately for more his unique torture. “You….bastard…”

He soothes over the swollenness, groping your breasts and telling you how they’ll be sore like this all the time when they start filling with milk. How he’s gonna breed you so full of calves you’ll be bursting milk on your own, and he’s gonna lap it all up to keep you happy.

You don’t know why you keep letting him put the pumps back on. He doesn’t try to rip them off like before, but keeps bringing you close with tight compresses before letting air quickly filter in again. The little cow beanies bob up and down with each deep breath you force through your nose, eyes glittering up so innocently. You’re trying to ignore the equal throb in your untouched clit as the ones in your overstimulated perky nips.

Once they’ve swelled to a level of his satisfaction…

“MooMoo…”

“Huh…”

“Time for cow titty fucking.”

He throws you down on your back in the heap of your plushies. Wasting no time pulling his stiff member out of his jeans, he pumps a few times with one hand. Like a professional Joel wraps his belt tightly around your wrists, like a cowboy expertly tying his prize calf he just lassoed in.

You twist your legs to hide the leaking drip of slick sliding down to your ass. Your head leans to the side, arms thrown behind you so you can see him, biting your lips and furrowed brows of want, admiring his physique when he pulls his shirt off with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” you hum, shifting your bum up and spreading your legs so he can see your swollen slit twitching up at him.

But he throws your legs down and cages you under him. “I’m makin’ a mess of those god damn Mommy milkers first. Then your cunt gets whatever Daddy Bull has left.”

DaddyBullDaddyBullDaddyBull, you chant in over and over again your dumb little cow brain...

Oh Christ, tonight’s gonna be wild.

You watch him crawl over your body, fisting his leaking member over your chest. You want it, licking your lips in anticipation, pushing your boobs together with your arms to entice him. He twists the bell-collar so its dangling off the side of your shoulder before placing his leaking tip right at your lips, smearing his precum. Moaning at that fucking taste of Joel you’d been craving all day. You lap at the saltiness, begging him to force it deep into your mouth, but all he does is rub it over your lips, your tongue peaking out to get it nice and wet for him.

His cock falls right in the valley as you smoother it with your supple breasts. “Soft titties all mine to play with? You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck them?”

He starts thrusting, suffocating his cock between your tits. With one hand, he’s pulling the harness roped around your body tight like he's riding a God damn horse, the other still possessively pumping the nipple suction cups so they squeeze harder around your precious tits. His balls rub along your sternum while he bounces his hips, rocking back and forth again and again, making a sticky mess of his arousal and your drool all over your chest.

"Angel, imagine how fucking good this is gonna feel when these pups are filled to the brim with Daddy's milk.”

You nod dumbly. “Want you to fill them, Daddy. Want you inside,” you moan. Your head leans forward as you try to suck in his tip each time it poked through your boobs.

Joel lets out a shaky breath, trying hard not to blow his load too soon. Though the sight of your face and cowbell all sticky with his creamy spent has him drawing away quickly, a firm grip wrapped around the base to hold his twitching balls from releasing his seed just yet.

You cry out, tongue chasing his retreating tip.

“You ready to be my little cocksleeve plushie tonight?” He asks, raking his nails over your chest and belly, raised red trails marking you in their leave.

“I’m ready Daddy, fuck me like your dirty whore!”

He spits a fat gob of saliva right on to your slit before rubbing it over with his thick tip. You don’t need the extra lubrication due to how drenched you are, and the sweet squirting you did earlier, but oh how he admires the way it mingles with your juices and slides down your ass.

He rips the cow patterned garter ribbon from the waist buckle and wraps it around your calves, sticking your legs straight, and pulls your ankles taught. You’re completely tied off at his mercy, like cattle being tamed. He hoists your legs straight up in the air, his bare cock grinding against your wet heat.

"D-daddy!"

He leans your straight legs against his left shoulder and peers down over you: messy lipstick, bound wrists pulled together and straight to your stomach, pushing your tits even closer, and the harness does nothing but give each one an immaculate show of perkiness. Paired with the tight press that the pumps are still holding your nipples captive.

He decides to show you some mercy by removing the tubes. He kneads their swollen state at the same time his cock rubs along your slick folds.

“T’Thank you, Daddy Bull,” you puff.

“Good girl. Didn’t even have to remind you,” he praises with gentle strokes of your cheeks. “Your little calf babies are full now. Time for DaddyBull to spend time with Momma.”

You hope he doesn’t see the way your stomach clenches at being called Momma—a kink you’re shelving for much much later.

He’s got such stamina to be still gliding himself along your pussy but not penetrating just yet. Your brows are scrunched together in a plea and desperation, and those little cow ears are flopped back into the mess of softness. Softness that surrounds you, that innocent feel of cute plushy fur and cotton all rubbing against your body below you despite the numbing throb in your breasts and cunt.

He puts his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digits, getting them wet before he’s drooping them down your puffy lips, down your breasts each with a squeeze, trailing warmly over your belly before coming to the place where he’s about to impale you.

Your entire body is thrumming with need.

He takes the moment to see how wrecked you already are for him—and to savor your body, knowing he’s gonna breed you so good one day and everything is gonna swell, like a stamp of ownership.

“You’re so fucking breedable,” he whispers in awe of your body. You don’t think he meant to say it out loud, but it turns you on all the more to hear his inner thoughts that would most likely scare away other women.

Not you though. You shutter at the thought of it taking, of making something evident of all the fucking and cum dumping he’s been giving you.

The pornographic gasp you let out as he slides his cock over your folds, between your squished thighs. Your slick lathering his length, prepping him and teasing your clit with long strokes. You whine as his mushroom tip glistens with precum, poking through your thighs then retreating. Getting your hopes up and holding it there sadistically.

"Don't gotta do nothin' tonight for me, sweet pea. Just gotta hold on for the ride."

You're not ready when he latches at your entrance and thrusts in all at once. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fills your gut with his fat cock, stretching you in the best way only Joel Miller knows.

“Ahhh--ah!—f—f—fuuuccccckkkkkkkk!”

Joel Miller does have a Bull sized cock. More evident now stretching your little hole than you’d ever truly thought before.

The position is so restraining, leaving you no way to move or adjust - just take take take take his pounding. You both groan at the sight of his tip ballooning in your lower belly with each thrust.

He throws his arm over your straight thighs and thumbs over your swelled naval. "Fuuucccckk look at that, look at that!"

"S-ssoooooo deeeeeeppp," you wreathe, lips curling in delirium.

“Yeah-yeah babygirl, gotta stretch you—get ya ready to hold my calves huh? Gotta make room for them to pop out—“

“M—mnot—pregnant,” you rasp hoarsely, eyes closing when he starts angling his hips up and rutting along the gummy part in your cunt.

“I’ll make it happen, don’t you worry your little brain.” He laughs. “You like getting stuffed like your stuffies. Turned you into a proper fuck toy—mm—there we go—but you’re always gonna be my favorite toy to hump, to fill, to own." He forces each word out with each rut. “You’re so fucking good at being a soft whore for me to use, all precious and pretty on the outside. Just another one of these plushie sluts on this bed,” he grunts.

You stick your tongue out dreamily and smile, fingers getting lost in the scattered stuffed animals surrounding you with their soft, fluffy textures and hard or squishy bodies.

It feels really good to have 0 thoughts and just get fucked like a cow plushie.

He kisses your ankles soothingly, almost pathetically attempting to distract you from the sudden lash of his palm slapping against your ass.

“DADDY—shit!” You whimper. He doesn’t love the way you instinctively try to squirm away from him, but with how tied up you are, continually impaled on his throbbing length, you have nowhere to go.

He continues to spank you, the same spot, fingers splayed wide until his reddened print is left etched into your skin "Gotta brand ya baby, make sure everyone knows who owns this body.”

Lewd noises of wet skin slapping, and the little cow bell clanking on your neck fill the room along with your pathetic whimpers and Joel's repressed grunts.

"Yeah? You like daddy's bull cock ramming that tight little Moo Moo pussy?"

“Yea- ohh-f—fuck yes Bull Daddy, cock so good, fuck— nobody stretches me—ah shit!Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes—m’gonna be bred so fucking full Daddy fuck yes!”

“My little cow breedin’ bitch,” he hollers. He tears the cute little cow patterned bow from that had held your calves together and quickly parts your legs, shoving your knees up to his shoulders so you’re in full mating press. He continues thrusting aggressively downward. Despite still being bound by the wrist, your elbows part slightly enough to slot him between your arms, slinking your hands over his neck to bring him closer to you.

"Breed me!" You cry, literally cry. He doesn’t relent his rough thrusts despite cooing your tears welling.

"Gonna take all that bull cum in your slutty womb? Gonna let me put a baby in ya?”

Your walls clench down on him harder in response. The more his thick tip nudges your cervix, the less words you’re able to string together in sentences.

He doesn’t wait for answer—doesn’t think he ever will because he’s dangerously dreamt of impregnating you for so long now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop the day you said yes. Never bringing it up but fuuuccckkk he can’t stop his confessions from tumbling out: “Shit baby, might take this time. Lookin like my breeding stock n shit, gonna plow ya, you'll milk my cummies in your tummies and then—"

"Jesus Joel stop your yapping and FUCKME.”

"Ya gonna moo for me?"

You're moaning more, but with the way your sockets are rolled to their whites, arching up like the exorcist as he rams himself so deep its puncturing your belly, the sound’s eliciting from your mouth coming out as "mmmmmaaaauuuuhhhhhau-huh-hhuhh-huhhhh!"

He chuckles. "Close enough.”

He grabs the moo plush and shoves its utters in your mouth. You tilt your head to the side and your tongue circles around the rubber part. He almost busts his nut at the gorgeous sight below him: your pretty lashes closed as you suckle from the utters, each little swallow of milk going sown your throat. You're so delirious and cock drunk that you don't care about the trickles of cream dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your tits swollen and red, nipples so perked up they may actually start bleeding milk if he were to play with them any more, and your breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust, the jingle of the cow bell clanking loudly with no sense of tune but with all the hymns of his fucking he can give you. He snaps the garter belt strapped around you like reins, free ruling restraints that only make every bit of you even more voluptuous. Your legs are so strong, thick yet securely plastered together by his knot.

Your brows pinch together as your orgasm builds from your belly, making you arch violently against the pillow.

You pull away from the cow to take a gasp of air. Joel sticks his finger in your mouth and swirls it around. You hum in content, letting him make a mess of your drool and leftover milk spilling out, down your chin and cheeks with his thick digits. He yanks it out and licks it clean.

"Taste so fucking goo—“

"Keep fucking me with Daddys Bull cock fuck daddy I wanna get bred so fucking much wanna be your breeding little cum slut daddy fuck yes! You're so fucking huge, splitting my little moomoo pussy in half poundbreedbreedbreed daddy want all your cummies inside!"

"Fucked ya so dumb. All that ‘no baby, no milky talk.’ Shit! Fuck I'm gonna wreck this pussy, my fucking pussy! Nobody comes inside this sweet little womb but Daddy!"

"Just you just you daddy all yours please brand me make me yours! Oh-oh fuck Daddy yes! I’m cumming , I’m cumming so hard Daddy Bull fuck yesyesysssssyesyesyes!!!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your mouth parts as a silent scream is let out into the air. Joel keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pained gasps while trying to remain sane with your convulsing walls choking his cock, sucking him in so tight he wouldn’t be able to pull out if he pried himself from you. He reaches between you to rub your clit, and your head thrashes about in overstimulation. Hard teeth latch on to your collar bone as you squirt once again all over his cock, streaming to his balls and soaking the bed and poor plushies caught in the crossfire with your naughty juices.

“There’s my slutty girl! Squirt that puss everywhere, want to stain everything with that cunt, my pretty cow girl.”

Joel’s whole body ruts into you like his life depends on it. The bed lurches violently against the wall, plushies falling over the sides like an avalanche while your battered soaked pussy takes the beating of a lifetime from the man who undoubtedly has ruined you and laid claim to your soul for the rest of your life. You hold on with the little strength you have left as he readies to empty his balls into you.

“Shit—shit—oh ff-ffuck baby—Daddy Bull is cummin—gonna breed ya SHIT oh baby,baby,babbyyyy gonna flood ya, you’re gonna take it? Gonna take all that cum—not a drop—haa-left—Gonna knock you up this time-mmmf—fuck! My good cow sluuutt—Baby give it ta me so good, Breed ya full o’me!FUCK!!”

With a final slam, Joel plunges his cock balls deep and shouts into the mattress, pumping his cum as deep into your womb as it could possibly go with thick, fertile ropes flooding every inch of space inside you.

He forces out each harsh, agitated pant into your neck, sweat sticking between the two of you. Your hips are held upright, walls fluttering with each pulse of his dick still unloading inside.

“I love you,” you whisperinto his ear, mind all hazy as you stroke his damp curls. He shudders, relaxing into your embrace, and you welcome the crushing sensation of his body on top of yours.

He pulls away to admire your barely conscious state: stockings all torn up, harness now tattered and straps broken from their belts, the cow-eared headband snapped in half. Bruises and purple markings and love bites scattered all over your skin, your breasts the most damaged and swollen. He wonders how long it will take to fully heal, and how sensitive those little nipples are going to be for the next few days. Most importantly, he can’t tear his gaze away from the beat of your pussy lips struggling to swallow all of his creamy seed.

You gasp out when Joel pushes his cock all the way back in, his cum spilling out the sides and coating you but trapping a good amount inside, leaving it nowhere else to go.

“I Love being your cow MooMoo plushplush,” you hum, wiggling your bum and holding him close.

“How bout this one still?” He grabs the forgotten milker toy and brings the utters between the two of your lips.

Your tongue wraps around one utter and you start suckling the sweetness.

Joel yanks the toy away.

“Show me.”

You open your lips so he can see the pool of milk filled to the brim, spilling over the dips of your cheeks.

He dips his tongue into your mouth and begins sucking out your split-mixed milk, kissing you passionately so you’re both gulping around each other’s tongues.

Drunk. You feel drunk off him. Off the milk.

Eventually he pulls away so you can both breathe.

“I mean it.”

You draw away momentarily, wondering. it takes a moment to process anything that the two of you talked about while his cock still twitches in your cum-filled vagina.

You laugh when it hits you. “Yes, I’ll move in with you—“

“—You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant.”

You both pause for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I already knew that,” you taunt.

After you sleep for 14 hours straight, you wake up to find your tattered costume is gone, and your body completely naked. You don’t feel as achy as you expected—thanks to Joel probably massaging you in your sleep. Your cunt and breasts, however, are puffy and bruised as hell. You’ll have to restrict sexy time from Joel to just regular, Plushie-free fucking.

Speaking of, there’s an unfamiliar little guy on your bed right under your arm right now: yet another cow plushie, but it’s sooooo much softer, a bit heavier too. You turn it over and switch the little battery pack on, and the animal begins expanding and deflating with gentle breaths, its tummy warm and comforting against your body.

Joel comes in with a cup of tea placed on your bedside before jumping on the Plushie bed. You poke his face.

“Whaaaat!”

"Joel, you know this is for babies,” you say, gesturing to the new cow breathing cow plush.

Right my babygirl.” He smiles proudly, stroking your face.

"No, like actual babies. It’s a breathing soother to help them sleep. Did you not notice what section you were in when you bought it?”

He looks ahead at the wall for a briefly, revisiting the memory. “Ya know what, that might be why the lady asked if it was for a girl, and I said ya my girl. N’ then she asked 'how old' and I told her ya age and she gave me a weird look.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as you fall back in a fit of cackles. “You were literally in the baby section Joel."

"Ain't all these plushies for kids anyway?” He gestures to the pink, purple, frilly, soft, funny faced squish stuffed animals you have on your bed. “What’s the difference?”

You switch the heavy cow animal on again and the cow starts slowly inflating then deflating with each breath.

He gets all amazed like the marvels of today's technology far exceed his imagination. “Holy shit it got a real heart in there! No wonder it cost me 60 bucks.”

“Pretty sure a real heart would cost more than 60.”

“Mmm, cost me even more to keep yours.”

You glance over at Tomm—ahem, Teddy—sitting upright in the corner of the room, the dildo still strapped around his crotch, and at Mr. Oinkers who’s jittery fun was sometimes too much to handle, and at Valentine Puppy that has a permanent white streak in his hair when you tried washing out Joel’s cum, and at every other plush on this bed that has occupied an ever growing space in Joel’s horny head below the waist.

“I don’t love you just cuz of the plushies, you know.”

“Oh? I’ll take them all back then, since ya don’t appreciate—“

“No!” You cry desperately. “I—I love them.” You cold your cow plush close and kiss his head.

Joel curls up next to you and spoons your body. “But I love you too. Just you.”

He hums in agreement. “I know you do. Who else would dress like that just for fun?”

You cringe at the image of the destroyed cow garter that sits helplessly on the floor. Definitely cost waaaaaay more than $60.

“I can’t wait to move in,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Oh—about that.”

You lean back and meet his gaze. Was it a farce? Did he not actually want you to move in? Was it jut to get you excited for sex last night? You already feel your heart shattering, knowing its gonna take more than 60 bucks to put it back together—

“While you were sleeping…I brought all my shit here already. Cancelled my lease this month and packed for weeks. Figured it be easier than making you have to pack all your little fluffy bitches in boxes—”

“Well they wouldn’t go in boxes, they’d be buckled up in seatbelts.”

“Exactly my point. Would have been a nightmare trying to move you.”

You slap his shoulder.

“Um… what if I said no?”

“Oh…” the thought never actually crossed his mind that you’d say no.

You laugh again, kissing his jaw reassuringly. “Kidding, Bull Daddy.”

He grumbles into your back and kisses the back of your head. His big meaty paws rub over your thighs, the little dents from the strap still ghosting your skin, trailing up over your belly that he can’t wait to see swell one day, even if not any time soon, and snaking up to your aching chest—

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking tits.”

10 minutes later, you catch Joel’s cuddling the breathing cow right next to his face, snoring soundly as it exhales next to him. you kiss the tip of his noses and burrow yourself closer to your sleeping giant.

It really does help babies sleep.

- - - -

Notes: this ended up being waaaaaaay longer than I thought holy heck.

Bonus of Joel x Preggo reader thot in the plushies saga

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Build Me Up - Chapter 3

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4800+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“But what if they don’t like me?” You were standing in your closet, trying to find something to wear to the bar. Will had invited you to meet his friends and brother for the first time, and you were freaking out a little.

Will chuckles, getting up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed to join you in your closet. He gently grips your wrist, pulling you towards him. His blue steel eyes lock on yours and you can feel yourself relaxing under his gaze. “They’re going to love you, Robin.”

“But-” He silences you with his lips, gently placing a kiss on yours, making you forget your worries. The kiss takes a sudden spicy turn, Will gripping your hip with one hand and putting his other hand out, backing you up against the only exposed wall in your closet, pushing you against it.

“You know,” you say, breathless as he sucks on your neck. “I think my closet is the only place in my apartment that you haven’t fucked me.”

He chuckles into your skin and goosebumps erupt down your arm. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll be late?”

“I don’t care.”

—

Somehow, you managed to arrive only a handful of minutes late, his friends only having just sat down. They all occupied a big, round booth at the back of the place, a couple of them sitting with who you assume are their girlfriends.

“Hey, bro!” This giant man, somehow taller than Will, also with blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, gets up and gives him a hug, turning those blue eyes to you and you feel yourself being studied under them.

“You must be Robin. Nice to finally meet you.” He sticks his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

“Benny, right?”

“That’s me. Will won’t stop talking about you. I was thinking he made you up.”

You pat your body down. “Nope. Real.”

He chuckles. “I like you already. Oh! This is my girlfriend, Jamie.” Benny gestures to the woman already sitting in the booth next to him, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she waves at you.

Will continues for Benny as he sits next to Jamie, everyone waving as Will introduces them. “Santi, Tom, his wife Molly, and Frankie and his wife Vanessa.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

They all say similar things as you slide into the seat next to Benny, Will sandwiching you in between the Miller brothers.

“So, Will tells us you’re an archery coach?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

You nod. “I am.”

“That’s really fuckin’ cool,” Benny says from besides you.

“It’s my passion. Along with picking up hot men at the grocery store.” You smile and wink at Will, who gives you a smirk but raises his eyebrows.

“It better only be one man.”

“You’ll meet him next week.” Everyone at the table erupts into laughter, including Will, who squeezes your leg under the table, a small spark of fire igniting in your lower belly at his touch.

“What made you want to teach archery?” Frankie asks, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind Vanessa, who scoots a little closer to him.

“My cousins were bow hunters. I never went with them but I loved watching them practice. I begged my parents for over a year for a bow and they finally caved. I went to the Olympics, actually.”

Everyone stares at you. “So you’re like..good?” Benny asks, his eyebrows raised in awe.

You shrug. “I guess. I got silver.”

Benny spits out his drink. “You won a silver Olympic medal and this asshole never told us?” He leans past you and slaps Will on his shoulder.

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“Fair point.”

The night continues on, everyone asking questions to get to know you better and you them, in return. Eventually, everyone starts having their own conversations, Frankie talking to Will across the table. Benny turns to you, swallowing the last of his drink and setting the mug down on the table. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him.

“I’m really glad Will found someone. He really needs…well, you.”

Giving him a small smile, you reply. “I think it’s really me who needs him.”

Benny glances behind you at Will, who is engrossed in a conversation about helicopter repair with Frankie before he leans in closer. “No, I mean especially after the breakup.”

You cock your head at him. “The breakup?”

“Yeah. His ex fiance?”

Will had never mentioned being engaged before. It must have been a bad breakup, considering you talk about everything else. Hell, you’d met him in the middle of a PTSD episode so it’s not like he had to hide anything. Benny realizes his mistake by your silence.

“Ah shit. I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. It must have been bad for him to not mention it.”

Benny nods. “Yeah. But she was older than you.”

“Older than me?”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be what…10? Years younger than my brother? I mean, you did meet him at a Publix.”

“Shopping was a pleasure that day.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back with the force of it. “Well, hopefully the old man won’t slow you down too much, Miss Olympics.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quip back anyway. “I can assure you - it’s me having to keep up with him.” You wink, hoping the implication of sex comes through and are rewarded with Benny choking, coughing as Jamie thumps him on the back, his cheeks turning pink.

“I did not need to know that.”

“You seemed concerned about the age gap. I can assure you, your brother is a very thorough lov-”

“Ok ok, you win!” Benny laughs, pretending to plug his ears. Will turns to you, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, Benny tried to poke at the age gap between us. So I was telling him how that is not an issue in the bedroom.”

Will blushes, but a smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth. “Well if he didn’t want to hear about his brother’s sex life, he shouldn’t have made fun.”

“OK OK!” Benny laughs, plugging his ears again.

Soon it’s time to leave, Tom and Molly heading out first to relieve their babysitter, followed by Frankie and Vanessa. Santi had left a while ago, leaving with a girl he had been flirting with at the bar, which was apparently “very Santi”, and Benny and Jamie follow you out to Will’s truck, chatting idly and promising to meet up sometime for a double date.

“So…how’d I do?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt as Will starts up his truck.

“I’ve never seen Benny that excited about a girl I’m dating. So I’d say they like you.”

You smile, letting out a little sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Will chuckles, his eyes fixed on the road. He reaches out and places his hand on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his skin spreading wildly across your body as he gently squeezes your leg.

By the time you get back to your place, you’re barely holding it together. Will had slid his hand further and further up your thigh and you nearly had him pull over, almost unable to wait until you got home.

But then, you had a different idea. You knew the first time you’d slept together, and every other time after, that Will was holding back, knew he needed to be able to let go and just..be himself. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea that Will was that good at making you cum and he was holding back turned you on even more. Jamming your key in the lock, you quickly open the door and pull him inside, the question of “Am I invited in?” dying on Will’s lips as you shove the door closed, pressing your body to his. He places his hands on your hips, pulling them flush against his own and you grind slightly over his jean clad erection. His hands slide up your body and you can feel him hesitating, restraining himself, his lips faltering very slightly against your lips.

“Will?”

“Mmm?”

“You can stop holding back.”

“What?”

You put your hand against his chest, pushing slightly to get him to stop and look at you, which he does, his steel blue eyes blown wide and concerned.

“I know you’re holding back. It’s ok, you can let go with me.”

He hesitates a moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I won’t break, Will. I’m… I want you to.”

A conflict rages in his eyes, making them look like a roaring sea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Swallowing hard, you meet his strong gaze with one of your own. “I do.”

When he doesn’t move, that battle still raging in his mind, you push him harder and he backs up, momentarly stunned at your bold move.

“Let go, Will.”

“You don’t know…you-”

This time, you shove him a little harder and he takes a few steps back, his eyes darkening, chest rising and falling a little faster. Another good push and his back hits the wall, and he lets out a huff of air, the resolve in him nearly breaking.

“I don’t always realize how rough I can be. I don’t want to hurt you, Robin.”

You place both of your palms on his strong chest and look up into his eyes. “I’m a strong girl, Will. I trust you.”

He glances away from you and you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Will. All of you.” Your lips find his neck and you start to suck on his skin, but a second later, Will’s iron grip squeezes into your hips and somehow you’re flipped, back pushed against the wall, Will so close to you as he shoves his leg between yours, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying a slight pressure, which surprisingly sends a rush of wanton heat between your thighs. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them and you know you’ve finally got him to give in. He’s still your Will, but in this brief moment, you feel like you’re finally seeing the last little part of him that he so desperately wanted to share but felt that he couldn’t.

“You wanna be my little fuck toy, is that it?”

"Yes, sir," you breathe out and Will pushes himself closer to you, a growl in the back of his throat at your nickname for him. He leans towards your ear, speaking low.

"Safe word is fruit loops." He stares at you, waiting for confirmation that you heard him. When you give him a slight nod, he smirks, pressing his lips to yours, his large hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin to open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside.

Your hands fist in the front of his shirt and when Will’s lips leave yours to suck a spot on your neck, you moan, fingers twisting into his hair. When you give it a little tug, Will sucks hard on your neck, dropping the skin and pulling back to look at his work, watching the mark rise to the surface of your skin. The corner of his mouth ticks up, smirking as he roughly grips your jaw again, turning your face up to his.

“Bedroom. Wanna fuck this pretty girl into the bed.”

A rush of arousal blooms between your legs and you nod. Will lets go of you, taking a step back to give you room to move. Taking a step past him, you glance at him over your shoulder and give him a tiny smirk before turning and running full out towards your room. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor behind you and Will’s fingers grip your arm tight just before you make it to your bedroom. He pulls you back to him roughly with one hand, his other coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on it to pull your head back.

“Thought you’d run? That you could be faster than me?” You try to shake your head, but he just grips you tighter, pushing you forward into your room. His grip on you is strong, and when he pulls your head to the side even more and sinks his teeth into your neck, you moan loudly, loving the way he laps at you after to soothe the spot. He releases your hair and shoves you forward, your hands slapping on the bed to stop yourself from planting your face in it. He pushes you up onto the bed, gripping your hips and flipping you on your back. He stands up, ripping the shirt from his chisled form and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the dim light from you bedroom nightlight bouncing off his abs.

He pushes your shirt up and you half sit up, allowing him to yank it from your body, quickly followed by your bra. He drops to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, gently biting down on your nipple while his hand grabs your other tit and squeezes it.

“Oh!” You gasp, moaning when he pulls back and starts to suck little hickeys across your chest. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits up, yanking your pants open and dragging them down your legs. You decide to play a little and fight him on this, wiggling your legs to make it more difficult. This seems to spur him on and he growls, one hand pushing down on your hips to still you and the other yanking your pants off, his muscles rippling under the pressure. Your panties don’t fare as well and Will literally rips them in half and tosses them over his shoulder, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

Will pushes your legs apart, holding them in place with his large hands as he kisses around where you need him most, tracing his nose along your inner thigh before he latches on, sucking on your skin and then licking it, watching the hickey rise to the surface. He does this a few more times and you moan his name, gasping when he finally latches onto your clit. You expected him to be rough here, but it was quite the opposite, gentle strokes of his tongue, little taps, and soft sounds vibrating out from him shove you right to the edge. Your legs start to tremble and then he’s gone, lifting his head from you before you had your release.

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

A rush of heat races to your cunt and you try to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure that he had built up. But Will pushes your legs apart again, shaking his head. “Legs open. I want to watch you touch yourself. But don’t cum.”

Nodding, you glide your fingers down your naked body, touching yourself in the way that only you know best. Will watches you for a minute, palming himself over his jeans before he takes them off, his boxers quickly following. He’s already hard and leaking and oh you can feel your release coming. If you could just keep-

Will slaps your hand away, so in tune with your body that he knew what you were doing. “I said no cumming. Not yet, pretty girl.” He crawls up the bed, hovering over your body as he grips your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. Your legs open wider to give him more space and he thrusts in you with one push of his hips and you scream his name, wet enough to accept him but the force of it catching you off guard. He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s rutting into you, your hips pounding into the bed, your breaths coming out in short whispers. Will moves both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other coming down to grip your throat. He doesn’t squeeze you hard, just barely any pressure is applied, and he slows his hips for a moment, staring into your eyes as you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling from how good you feel. But through your daze, the message is clear:

“Mine.”

He says it so quietly, which is in stark contrast with the rough way he fucks you that it takes you a moment to realize what he said. You nod and breathe out a reply.

“Yours.”

He kisses you gently, his hips stopping for just a moment as he pulls out slowly, pushing in gently and adding in a thrust of his hips when he bottoms out. He hits a spot at the back of you and you break the kiss to whimper, mouth hanging open as he tugs on your lip with his teeth. He continues to fuck you like this, and you wrap your legs around him, pushing him into your harder. He picks up the pace slightly and you can feel yourself start to leap over the edge…But then Will yanks himself out of you, sitting up on your hips.

“No,” he says, his voice a little rough. He scoots back and grabs your legs, pulling you closer to him before he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. He brings his hand down on your ass with a smack! And you cry out, burying your face in the blanket. He massages the spot after, but spanks you twice more, kissing the spot after the last hit. He nips at you, his teeth grazing across your skin before he sits up, getting into position behind you. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them in one strong grip and with his other hand, he twists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into you when he does, chuckling darkly when you cry out.

“That’s right. You’re just gonna take it, pretty girl. Be my little slut. Letting me fuck you how I want to.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the quiet room, interrupted only by your whimpers and moans, and Will whispering dirty things into your ears. By this time, you’re so wound from being edged that you start to cry a little. When Will hears the shift in your tone his hips stop, but you cry out. “No! Don’t stop!”

Hesitantly, he starts to fuck you again, setting the same rough pace he had been before. Your arms are cramping and your head hurts from where he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care. Everything about this pushing you towards the edge, the way he fucks you, the sounds he’s making inbetween his words, all of it and you just want to cum. Will seems to sense this and says “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Ungh please!” He tugs on your hair tighter, his hips rutting into you impossibly deeper and harder. “Please let me cum, sir!” He leans over you, changing the angle as he pulls your head up, rutting right against both of your favorite spots.

“Cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

And you do. You cum hard, mouth open and spewing random sounds and words, Will’s name tumbling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of it all. Your limbs are on fire, your entire body lit up as he continues to fuck you through it, watching your face contort as you clench around him. A few thrusts later and he cums too, biting down on your shoulder, grunting into you as his hips push into your haphazardly. He releases your shoulder, dropping his forehead to it as you both just breathe for a moment. He unwinds his fingers from your hair and drops your arms, guiding them to your sides before he grips your hips, pulling out with a grunt. Somehow, you manage to roll onto your back, chest heaving and eyes closed. You’d never cum that hard in your entire life - not even with your own fingers or a toy.

Will had definitely been holding back and you can’t wait to do that again. Maybe next time, you’ll suggest restraints, having always wanted to try them but never being with someone you trusted enough to do it with. Until now. It’s after this thought that you realize the room is dead quiet. Cracking open an eye, you see Will standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body in a very different emotion than what he previously had.

“Will?”

His eyes are watery as he stares at your body. “I..I am so sorry, Robin. I never..I didn’t mean to…fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s looking frantic and you’re not sure why, your eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“I don’t understand?”

“I’ll…I’ll make you a bath, whatever you want. God, I’m so sorry.”

Will pulls on his boxers and races to your bathroom before you can ask him just what the fuck he’s on about, that that was the best sex you’ve ever had. You hear your bathtub being filled and a few minutes later, Will remerges, standing beside your bed and looking down at your still naked body, looking extremely unsure of himself. He hesitates briefly before leaning over and gently picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom where he carefully places you in the bathtub. The warm water makes you sigh and you close your eyes, wiggling down into the warmth.

“Do…do you want me to wash you?”

“You want to wash me?”

“It’s the least I can do after…” Will’s voice trails away uncertainly. He picks up your loofah and adds some soap, picking up your limbs like they were made of paper and softly scrubbing at your skin. There are places where you pull back from him involuntarily and you can feel him hesitating after each one. Finally, you drag your eyes open and watch his face, full of concentration on the task at hand, but worry is predominant, along with…guilt?

“Will? Are you ok?”

“I should have never done that.”

You grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “Not done what?”

His eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they look at the same spots he’s been looking at on your body. “I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Robin.”

“What are you on about?”

“It’s me. I’m fucked up, Robin. Not right in the head. I went too far and I hurt you and I-”

You sit up quickly, water sloshing over the side of the tub as you place both of your wet hands on his cheeks. When he doesn’t look at you, you press your lips lightly to his.

“I’m not sorry, Will. That was…I’ve never cum that hard ever. I loved every minute of it.”

“But I hurt you-”

“You didn’t, though. I mean, yeah I’m probably going to be a little sore and you for sure left some marks on me, but guess what? I want it all. The soreness, the marks, all of it reminds me of you. And you are the one thing I can’t get enough of.” You slide your fingers through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. You tug it a little but he still doesn’t look up. A sudden thought crosses your mind. What if…

“Was it enough for you, Will?” That gets his attention. His eyes snap to yours, watery but puzzled.

“Enough? For me? When I’ve done all of this to you?” He gestures down at your body.

“I asked you for it, Will. I have no regrets. It was amazing.”

“I left so many marks, so many bruises, I…I…”

“Will-”

He sits up quickly and leaves the bathroom and you try to stand a little too quick, all of the soreness from sex starting to present themselves. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off, pausing when you finally look at yourself in the mirror, now realizing why Will was upset. Your body is littered with marks, bites, hickies, and light bruises are splattered across your skin, making you look like you had been through the ringer. No wonder Will was upset. You quickly grab a shirt off the back of the door that Will had left there when he slept over the last time and pull it over your head before opening the door. Will was still there, trying to find the rest of his clothes, obviously in a panic.

“Will?”

“I..I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you again.”

“Will.”

“It’s my fault. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I just…you’re so hot and I like you a lot and I just-”

“Will.” You walk up to him and lightly take his hand, squeezing his fingers. He stops moving, staring down at your joined hands. He allows you to pull him to the bed and sits at the edge when you give him a little push down.

“Can you tell me where you are?” You ask calmly, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

It takes him a few minutes to reply, a deep breath puffing out from between his lips. “I was engaged before. It was a year or so after I got out. I wanted to marry the girl that had stood by my side during the last couple tours I had. She was great, laughed at my jokes, said she liked my weird thing with numbers, and she didn’t run when I had nightmares. I um…she told me one night that she wanted things rougher. That she knew I could be rougher and that I wanted it. That she wouldn’t break.” Will takes another deep breath, his eyes on his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. “After, she…she pulled away from me. I could see fear in her eyes. She called me a freak, said that this much…aggression wasn’t normal and she couldn’t…couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. She…she left me, telling me she never wanted to see me again. And what could I say? Her body was nearly all black and blue from me and she…I don’t remember her saying the safe word, but she says she did and I ignored her? I wouldn’t…I would’ve stopped. She didn’t say it…did she?” Will speaks the last words to himself and my heart hurts as I watch a couple of tears plop onto his hands. “Anyway, I promised myself that I would never do that again. I couldn’t…I don’t know my own strength and..but then you asked me, begged me, and I just lost myself in you and I’m so fucking sorry, Robin.” He turns his head up to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You cup his face in one hand and he jumps slightly, as if he was expecting you to slap him for some reason.

“William Miller. You are a good man.”

He lets out a puff of air and shrugs, but you call his attention back to you. “And I’m sorry. No, I am. I didn’t know��but I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just wanted you to be yourself, all of yourself, and I knew you were holding back. And honestly part of me-ok, a lot of me- was turned on by what you could be holding back. I have never cum that hard in my entire life and I certainly want you to do that again, but only if you want to. I’ve never trusted anyone well enough to talk about this but…you make me feel safe. Like I can tell you anything. And I know that may sound crazy since we haven’t known each other that long but it’s true. And I’m sorry not sorry, but your ex sounds like a bitch.”

Will laughs at that last statement, wiping the tears from his eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your confession.

“You’re really ok?”

“I’m really ok. A little sore, but a good sore. We'll have to do that again."

Will raises his eyebrows, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You wanna do that again? Really?"

"Uh yeah!"

"Even though it's not…"

"Not what?"

He hesitates, eyes dropping from yours and speaking in such a quiet voice you almost miss it. "Normal?"

You cup his cheek, gently turning his face up so he's looking at you.

"I really care about you, Will. Like, a ridiculous amount. Maybe more, I…anyway, when you care about someone, and you are together, that includes all of them. Even the darker parts. That doesn't make you any less of a good man."

Will nods, blinking a few times to clear his eyes. "I really…care about you too, Robin. Like a ridiculous amount. "

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So…will you stay?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course. Who else am I going to con into making me breakfast and carrying me around?”

Will chuckles and climbs into bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest, grunting when you wiggle your ass against his now semi hard cock. A few minutes goes by, Will nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in.

“You make me feel safe too, Robin."

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>>Chapter 4>>

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whumpster-fire · 1 month

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Leading Thieves Say Millennials and Zoomers "Ruining the Crime Industry"

A variety of criminals have spoken out over the past few weeks, saying that crime just doesn't pay like it used to because Millennials and Gen-Z-ers are so broke, they have nothing of value to steal.

Stephen "Fingers" Gilligan, Pickpocket: Pickpocketing has been on the decline in America for a while, but it's getting ridiculous now. Nobody carries cash anymore, and even cards aren't paying out. The other day I stole a wallet with five debit cards, and all but one of them declined. The last one had just enough to buy a Sierra Mist from a vending machine. That was my second best score all week. The best was a $40 Olive Garden gift card and a crumpled, discolored $5 bill that I had to use archeological techniques to retrieve without it disintegrating in my hand.

Burt Crustman, Mugger: Man, nobody walks through dark alleys at night since the pandemic hit, and when they do? Jackshit. The only valuable anyone under 40's got on them these days is their phone. Admittedly lotsa people have $3000 phones, but you know what the market for fencing iPhones is like? It's shit! Everybody's buying new phones because their phone's the only nice thing they can afford!

Monty Derailleur, Bike Thief: Well the bike theft business would be going good, if people ever used the bikes they bought. The sales are high, but the fact of the matter is, the bike lanes around here are shitty or nonexistent, there's no room to take them on the bus, and there's no bike racks so everybody knows it's gonna get stolen.

Jerry Rigby, Car Thief: I don't know what you're talking about, Grand Theft Auto is booming. There's $75,000 pickups, $60,000 SUVs, $100,000 Teslas, and most people can't even afford to buy a used car legally so fencing's never been easier. The reason it's hard for those of us in the business is twofold. First, too many people living out of their cars. Second, the competition. You see a nice car parked somewhere, you gotta be on it like that, or the fucking illegal towing rackets will beat you to it. It's nearly impossible to make a living as an independent car thief.

Dwayne Pipe, Burglar: The only reason to be breaking and entering in the post-Pandemic years if to use somebody's shower. I swear to god, half the time when I break into a place, the only furniture is a mattress on the floor and a mid-sized computer monitor as a TV, and those are only good for scrap because with planned obsolescence the way it is, they have a life expectancy of about 6 weeks after theft. To be honest with you, I'm running a loss on most jobs. The only reason I haven't gone straight is because all the legal jobs pay jackshit too. That, and I really like replacing people's family photos with pictures of Nicholas Cage.

Brittlyghn McKannyck, Shoplifter: Shoplifting these days is a hobby, not a career. Half the time the stores are too understaffed to even stock the shelves, and if they're not, everything's locked up. I had to get a guy to unlock a magnetic tag on a box of Crispix the other day. If I didn't live with my parents, there's absolutely no way shoplifting full time would be viable.

Norman Gore, Master Hacker and Identity Thief: Scamming people out of their financial info or cracking passwords has never been easier, but the scores just aren't worth it. I keep getting into bank accounts that pending overdraft fees. It's pathetic. I have to leave the lights off so my hacker den's only lit by the monitors, and type on three or four keyboards at once to hack enough people to make ends meet.

Jack Gazebo, Digital Pirate: Oh my fucking God, people, stop paying for streaming! Learn to torrent! I'm telling you, man, this generation just doesn't have the technological literacy to pirate media.

Captain Tom Stillcutt, Analog Pirate: Let me tell ye something, matey, it be a sad day for piracy. No more galleons laden low with gold doubloons, rum, and exotic spices, nay, it be all scurvy container ships full o' mass produced plastic now. Me last prize was a forty foot container loaded full of over a hundred thousand Funko Pops, en route from the East Indies. The worst part of it was as the cap'n I gets a double share o' the booty, whether I want it or not. I've been makin' one walk the plank every day, and my cabin's still full of the blasted things. Shiver my timbers, I hate these damned Zoomers! At least the ones in me crew are happy.

Geraldo Cardamom IV, Gentleman Thief: The economy's just horrible for heists these days. Art heists? Jewelry theft? All the rich idiots are blowing their money on crypto, NFTs, and custom furniture from hipster woodworking YouTubers. Nobody just has a gallery in their house with priceless antiques in glass cases below a conveniently placed skylight, or millions of dollars in cash and gold bullion in vaults behind secret doors with seven different elaborate locking mechanisms anymore. Nobody secures their valuables with networks of criss crossing laser motion sensors. The only guys with that kind of money are assholes like Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk, and they don't have the sense of style for that. They just hire a bunch of assholes with guns.

Carmen San Diego, Legend: You must be joking, right? The reason I retired is because the infrastructure in this country is so dilapidated it's impossible to move it without it disintegrating. My last heist was "stealing" the World's Largest Pothole in Lansing, Michigan. I lifted the entire six lane wide, fifteen foot deep pothole out of the ground, disassembled it, and shipped it across the country to a warehouse in Las Vegas, then filled in the hole with pristine asphalt so it looked like it was never there. Nobody investigated. Nobody came after me. The city threw a parade in my honor. It didn't even take a month before my record holding pothole was dethroned by one in Cleveland, leaving me with nothing but a bunch of dirt, crumbling asphalt, and broken dreams. That's when I realized it was time to call it quits. Well, maybe the Bass Pro Shops Pyramid, but it already looks stupid enough in the middle of Tennessee that the only way stealing it would be funny is if I put it in the original Memphis.

#shitpost #the wide world of crime

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 2 months

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Freddie Mercury with his beloved cats over the years

Extract from article

Cat Fancy – Freddie & His Best Friends

By Gail Flug - 2003

In many people’s eyes, Freddie Mercury was one of the world’s most dynamic and charismatic rock frontmen.

Yet for the man who had the love of countless fans, he loved his cats most. Peter Freestone, Mercury’s personal assistant and cook, wrote in his book “Freddie Mercury” that his boss put as much importance on them as any human in his life.

Jacky Smith, who has run the Official Queen Fan Club for 21 years, said, “Most of them were from rescue centers. We have a charity [in the United Kingdom] called The Blue Cross, which takes care of sick animals. Freddie got at least two from them, if not more.”

According to Smith, cat toys were sent from fans to the office from time to time, as the cats’ photos occasionally appeared in the club newsletter. Plenty of fans have also named their own cats Freddie, a gesture that, Smith said, would have flattered the singer.

Mercury’s first cats were Tom and Jerry, who he and then-girlfriend Mary Austin brought in during the early days of the band. She kept them when their relationship ended in the late ‘70s, yet he still considered them his, as the album dedication for “Mr. Bad Guy” proves. Austin, who remained his closest friend, gave him a lovely longhaired bluepoint he named Tiffany.

The most famous feline of the Mercury clan is Delilah, a large, tri-colored tabby who was adopted in late 1987. As the lyrics to her song state, and Freestone’s book confirms, she took over the house and pretty much did whatever she pleased. “She was a real character, that lady!” agreed Smith. “Delilah was just kind of funny. She was a bit of a bully to the others, but was always first on his lap, first for food.” In turn, Mercury favored her as well, picking her up more than the others. She would also fun to him for safety when the other cats would gang up on her. She loved sleeping at the foot of his bed, or in the laundry baskets.

“They were all well-loved and cared for and mostly ‘normal’ pussycats,” Smith said. “They did get ordinary cat food at times, but mostly it was fresh chicken and fish prepared for them. I also remember he used to talk to them on the phone if he was away for a long time.”

Freestone also wrote that each cat got its own Christmas stocking filled with treats and toys. They had full run of the house and were permitted outside during the day to roam the gardens. There were the occasional territorial markings on the soft furnishings for his staff to clean up, and the quick trips to the vet if a cat showed the slightest hint of illness.

No one except for his closest friends knows how long Mercury was aware he was HIV-positive, although both Freestone and Smith believe that his cats knew. Their unconditional love gave him great comfort and company in his final days, and Mercury would never deny them admittance to his bedroom. Said Smith, “Cats have that fantastic sixth sense… I imagine that they knew he wasn’t well and spent more time with him. It’s just the thing cats would do.”

Before Mercury passed away on Nov. 24, 1991, he made sure all of his loved ones would be taken care of. “They all stayed at Garden Lodge with Mary, which is where they still are today,” said Smith. “I have heard reports of Delilah being spotted on top of the wall occasionally.”

It’s clear she still rules the house. Freddie wouldn’t have wanted it any other way

Freddie Mercury with his beloved cats over the years

📸 Photos from Mary Austin’s personal collection

'Delilah Delilah

Oh my oh my oh my you're unpredictable

You make me so very happy

When you cuddle up and go to sleep beside me

And then you make me slightly mad

When you pee all over my Chippendale suite'

🔸 Extract from'Delilah' track by Freddie Mercury

(taken from 'Innuendo' album released in 1991)

Delilah his beloved cat 😻

#delilah #innuendo album #innuendo #1991 #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #queen band #london #freddie mercury #cat #Spotify

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can-they-beat-goku · 4 months

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❗ Before asking read this ❗

ok so i decided to do this little silly project thing

inspired by @couldtheycatchkira and this poll and the general power scaling bullshit. Can your blorbo beat the sayan popstar? Probably, but it is not my place to decide. This blog is just for fun, I dont like unironic powerscalings and stuff.

I will edit this post as the list goes on (i hope it does, at least) let the great fight begin!

Also I should probably mention the fact that I have never watched, read or consumed in any way any Dragon Ball anime, manga or affiliated media.

RULES: no real people please (this includes characters heavily linked to real people and characters obviously based on real people) no characters from sketchy places, please let's keep the controversy to a minimum. Keep to 1 character per ask, no photo needed but state the source if necessary. Any image used on the polls WILL look like it was compressed 1000 times. There will be NO ties, the fight is to the DEATH. Every character is at their prime.

inbox: 30-ish

Current Ask Box Status: Open ✅

Current number of polls made: around 100 idk i lost count

Polls per day: i dont even know anymore

List of characters who have been (or are being) judged:

Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium) won

Kirby (Kirby) won

Koro Sensei (Assassination Classroom)

Light Yagami (Death Note) won but he also died lol

Edward Elric (full metal alchemist)

Goku (dragon ball)

Jigsaw (saw) won but he also died lol

Shaggy Rogers (scooby-doo) won

A billion lions (the internet) won

Bugs bunny (Looney Toons) won

Wallace and Gromit (Wallace and Gromit) won

Seto Kaiba (yu gi oh) lost

Kiritsugu Emiya (Fate/Zero) lost

Beatrice (Umineko) won

Ultimate Madoka (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) won

jar jar binks (star war) lost

Luke Skywalker (return of the jedi)

Katniss Everdeen ( the hungers games)

Saitama (one punch man) won

V1 (ultrakill) won

Twilight Sparkle ( My Little Pony: Friendship is magic) won

Vegeta (dragon ball Z) kissed Goku

solid snake (metal gear series)

lucas (mother 3)

Saiki Kusuo (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) Won

Don Quixote (Limbus Company) lost

Sora (kingdom hearts) lost

Angron (Warhammer 40k)

Skarbrand (Warhammer 40k)

Minimoose (Invader Zim)

Venti (Geshin Impact) we don't know (??)

Starscream (transformers)

captain Jack Sparrow (pirates of the Caribbean) lost

Monkey D. Luffy (one piece)

Sonic the hedgehog (sonic series)

Gohan (dragon ball series) won

Gyorik Rogdul (Drawtectives) won

Swarmlord (Warhammer 40k)

Leafpool (warrior cats) won

Squirrelflight (warrior cats) lost

austin powers (austin powers movies)

jotaro kujo (jjba)

jonathan sims (the magnus archives)

Philip (library of ruina)

Hades inazami (blazblue)

Kil'Jaeden (world of warcraft)

Goro Majima (Yakuza)

Kaldor Draigo ( If the emperor had a text to speech device)

Illidan Stormrage (world of warcraft)

Fushi (to your eternity)

Reigen Arataka (mob psycho 100)

Business Woman (stock images)

Dr. Gregory House (House md)

Miles Morales (spiderman)

Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Farmer Guy (Stock images)

Neuvillette (geshin Impact)

the party (honor among thieves)

the beheaded (dead cells)

Gabbro (outer wilds)

Mr. Bones

Caiphas Cain (Warhammer 40k)

Andreas Maler (Pentiment)

solanum (outer wilds)

yugi the pharaoh (yugioh)

phoenix ikki (saint seiya)

coughing baby (coughing baby meme)

sophia petrillo (golden girls)

count d (pet shop of horrors)

aeryn sun (farscape)

alexander hamilton (hamilton Broadway musical

gabriel (ultrakill)

aaron burr (hamilton Broadway musical)

john crichton (farscape)

speedy gonzales (looney toons )

this list isnt updated

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#dragon ball #Can-they-beat-goku #pinned post #tumblr polls #blog rules #God this fandom is going to kill me #I hope this goes well 🙏

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meghantheduchyofpitstains · 1 year

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Who the hell does she think she is preaching to people?

She has a university degree in ACTING, spent 15 years trying to get work in Hollywood and wasn’t very successful at it while traveling all over the world to every beach she could find to hang out with her wine in hand half naked and posting the photos online.

This woman has no experience in life or real world working and struggling. As she alwYs had a hard working man she attached herself to paying her bills.

She could only be taken seriously if she was talking to a group of wannabe struggling Hollywood actors.

Remember when Tom Cruise was a laughing stock when he appeared on The Today Show telling us how Psychiatry and Post Pardom Depression really work, the high school educated actor - who if he wasn’t an actor would be qualified to work at a convenience store. (Markle completely reminds me of this)

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tyrannuspitch · 9 days

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⚠ parasocialism check ⚠

have YOU been spending minutes of your precious life on affection or, god forbid, sympathy for a blond man who went to eton? have YOU found yourself entertaining for even a second the idea of a sweet, intelligent, marketable tom hiddleston who shares your precise fandom opinions and grudges but simply cannot say so because of his noble professionalism and the tyranny of His Contract?

it's not too late! get out now! here are some alternative tom hiddlestons to imagine to purge the poison from your brain:

tom hiddleston who secretly loathes playing loki and is trying his damnedest to sabotage the character for good, arthur-conan-doyle-style. "i hate this stupid gay character," he whispers to himself, staring haggardly in a hotel mirror at 3am, "but i got credited as an executive producer on that last shitshow and they STILL think i'm their martyred muse. what will it TAKE to get these fucking emos to leave me alone"

tom hiddleston who sincerely believes taylor swift was and is the love of his life and has never been the same since

tom hiddleston who was having a torrid affair with a key member of marvel's hair and makeup department and got blacklisted by the whole industry for breaking their heart. he had to find his own wig in a fancy dress shop twenty minutes before thor: ragnarok started rolling. he'll never look good on screen again

no thoughts head empty tom hiddleston. if you read his mind at any given time it's just a really old tape of shakespeare's complete sonnets playing on an infinite loop. (with 1950s nasality) ah! wherefore with infection should he- hm? superheroes? oh yes i love them

tom hiddleston who found out his wife was having a baby and immediately did the stock photo businessman-throwing-his-phone-into-the-sea thing. everything he's done since has been the acting equivalent of colin firth in mamma mia 2 refusing to close his Big Business Deal so he can do disco karaoke at his daughter's wedding. "corporate synergy"? "cinematic universe"? none of this means anything, kevin. i'm a DAD!!!!!

#joke post don't kill me #hm. i think this is technically rpf.#wait. granddaughter's baptism slash hotel opening. i've got my mamma mias confused. whatever

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heresathreebee · 2 years

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🎃 And So It Begins! 🎃

ORIGINAL PROMPT LIST | MY OLDER WORKS | BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER MASTERLIST

Introduction and Rules

Hello and welcome to the spookiest (and smuttiest) month of the year! Every day of October, I will be posting a new fic that follows prompts created by @ the-purity-pen! And this year is looking like the year of the Joes (specifically Mr. Quinn and Mr. Keery).

Minors (AKA anyone under 17) please do not interact or you will be blocked. Every fic will have a custom tag warning of potentially triggering content so please review them if any apply to you, otherwise read at your own risk.

All of these fics are Not Safe For Work and female reader inserts. My works are also written with black/ biracial readers in mind (which basically just meaning there’s no blushing and limited hair pulling). IF THESE DO NOT APPLY TO YOU, YOU ARE STILL MORE THAN WELCOME TO READ AND INTERACT WITH IT (as long as you’re over 18)

And if you enjoy these works and would like to see more, please feel free to reblog and/or leave a comment to let me know!

First Week (prompts #1-7)

(Links to fics will be added when they become available!)

- DAY 1 : Tom Grant [69 // Dirty Talk]

- DAY 2 : Eddie Munson [A/B/O // Floor Sex]

- DAY 3 : Tom Grant [Anal // Glove Kink]

- DAY 4 : Steve Harrington [Breathplay // Missionary]

- DAY 5 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Breeding // Leather/ Latex]

- DAY 6 : Prince Paul I [Cockwarming // Morning Sex]

- DAY 7 : Steve Harrington [Costumes // Sex Toys]

Second Week (prompts #8-14)

- DAY 8 : Steve Harrington [Creampie // Voice Kink]

- Day 9 : Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson [Double Penetration // Stripping]

- Day 10 : Leonard Bast [Drunk Sex // Spanking]

- Day 11 : Eddie Munson [Erotic Photos // Rimming]

- Day 12 : Kurt Kunkle [Exhibitionism // Hate/ Angry Sex]

- Day 13 : Eddie Munson [Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping]

- Day 14 : Kurt Kunkle [Fisting // Love Bites/ Marks]

Third Week (prompts #15-21)

- Day 15 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Group Sex // Overstimulation]

- Day 16 : Prince Paul I [Bath/ Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex]

- Day 17 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Licking // Pegging]

- Day 18 : Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson [Bondage // Lingerie]

- Day 19 : Leonard Bast [Boot Worship // Masturbation]

- Day 20 : Tom Grant [Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex]

- Day 21 : Kurt Kunkle [Nipple Play // Praise Kink]

Fourth Week (prompts #22-28)

- Day 22 : Kurt Kunkle [Object Insertion // Phone Sex]

- Day 23 : Steve Harrington [Food Play // Orgasm Denial]

- Day 24 : Eddard Stark [Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex]

- Day 25 : Kurt Kunkle [Pet Play // Sex Pollen]

- Day 26 : Walter "Keys" McKeys [Sexting // Wax Play]

- Day 27 : Leonard Bast [Sensory Deprivation // Stockings]

- Day 28 : Kurt Kunkle [Formal Wear // Strap-ons]

Last Week (prompts #29-31)

- Day 29 : Koner (GOT) [Body Worship // Table Sex]

- Day 30 : Eddie Munson [Public Sex // Temperature Play]

- Day 31 : Prince Paul I [Free Choice!] TERATOPHILIA (aka monster fucking)

🎃 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EXPLORING MORE FICS FOR QUINN AND KEERY CHARACTERS COMING AND YOU WILL FIND THEM HERE

#three bees writing #heresathreebee does kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 challenge #smutty character fiction #joseph quinn character fiction #joe keery character fiction #kinktober masterlist #tppkinktober2022 #black reader inserts

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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JAMES I HAVE A HUGE REQUEST 😏👀 AS IF WE DID NOT JUST TALK ABOUT THIS BAHAHA. But sugar daddy Tom and Jon?? 👀👀👀

IM IN SHAMBLES BESTIE OUR MINDS

Asks and you shall receive.

Words: 1.4k

Note: OUR MINDS!!! I definitely want to expand this into a complete fic, but I just have to get this thought out there because omg.

In Demand | Jon Hamm x Reader x Tom Cruise

You didn't make a habit of breaking rules. You honestly found comfort in them. you'd never have agreed to this little "arrangement" if you had a problem with rules. Yet months jetting around to the world's top destinations to promote a movie that beckons audiences to all but ogle your two men would lead anyone to reconsider things. Especially when the countless interviews, red carpets, and plane rides left no room in the schedule for any attention you've grown so accustomed to.

Attention. A priceless form of love.

How could two men who all but showered you in the finest of luxuries be unable to afford this simple thing? And how bad could breaking just one little rule be?

Attention you craved, attention you'd receive.

Another day, another premiere.

Smile for the camera, crack a few jokes with the cast, and be the arm candy of whichever of the two men wanted you more on that given day. It was almost becoming second nature at this point. Yet as you choose a sparkling diamond bracelet from your well-stocked jewelry case, you couldn't help the nerves beginning to flutter in your stomach. This wasn't just another premiere, this was the Cannes Film Festival. The event that sets the tone for both audiences heading to the theatre and the academy heading into awards season alike.

Just as your anxiety began to take hold, Jon's soft touch broke you from your thoughts. As he began fastening the bracelet around your wrist you couldn't help but think about how this was as much attention you'd received from him or Tom in what felt like months. You savored his touch, gentle but with an air of command. So uniquely Jon. Without another thought, the fingers of your free hand found their way behind his head and into the cropped hair just above his collar. His eyes flashed upwards, not quite meeting yours, before dropping again. You suppressed a giggle.

Rule number 4. No touching while at work.

Work, meaning anything from starring in a global blockbuster to helping you with your jewelry. Just then, Tom and his entourage of assistants came through the door to inform you both it was time to leave.

Jon raises your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your wrist before leading you to the door before pausing to allow tom to place a kiss on your cheek. As Tom pulled back, he gave you a million-dollar smile allowing you the first glimpse of the glimmer only Tom Cruise has in his eye. A direct contrast to Jon's almost stoic expression.

Jon, the disciplinarian perfectionist to Tom's impassioned wild child.

While Tom was the more physically affectionate one, it was the small things with Jon. A kiss just above the band of diamonds letting you know he knew exactly what you were doing.

Rule number 3 on the ever-lengthening list. Always wear something that shows just who you belong to.

You were led through the hotel and into a black SUV. All the while both Tom and Jon paid you compliment after compliment, almost as if they didn't choose your outfit for today.

An hour later, you finished your first photo op and were chatting with the other attendees of the star-studded event, your men nowhere in sight. You were in the midst of a conversation with another side actress when you noticed the group across the red carpet.

The conversation dropped off as you shifted focus to the cast of Elvis, and most importantly the leading man. You'd long been following the production and were more than excited to see him here. Tom had already scheduled a private viewing of the movie for you both in the coming weeks but you couldn't miss an opportunity to congratulate Austin himself on landing the role of a lifetime.

For the first time in months, you had someone's undivided attention, and Austin was both captivating and captivated. Your hands were held tightly in his as he drank in your compliments in the shy yet gracious way he was becoming known for. Bringing your hands to his chest, he returned the favor warmly. This exchange continued on, but it wasn't long before two sets of eyes began boring into you both. This didn't go unnoticed by Austin, who had several restless sets trained on him from his own cast already. With a soft smile, he leaned down slightly so you could hear him over the shouts of photographers.

"I'd love to talk more, but my manager's calling me and it seems like you're a much-desired woman," he said, glancing nervously over your shoulder. "Thank you so much for all the lovely words. I hope to see you later on." He finished with a slight wink before sauntering off into the crowd.

With that, you turned around sheepishly to meet the gazes of Tom and Jon. They both held a hand out to you before Jon stepped forward to meet you halfway. Tom was still smiling like always though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. Meanwhile, Jon's borderline territorial expression was again replaced with the charmingly stoic mask he first put up at the hotel. As they led you back to the group without a word, you tried to push back a smile as their hands held onto you a bit tighter. Any agitation toward you was ignored on your part as you instead focused on having your men's undivided attention once more.

Untrained eyes would've never caught it. In fact, the hundreds of eyes trained on you three from behind telephoto lenses only saw a group of Hollywood costars promoting this year's biggest action flick. Yet you sensed it before your eyes even landed on him. The way his palm abandoned the small of your back only to find a home at the nape of your neck. The looks he and Tom share as the event continues around you. A shudder runs down your spine but your smile never falters.

Rule number 2. Always look good for the cameras. No amount of doe eyes and pleas of innocence would ward off the unholy sermon he's piecing together in that pretty head of his.

Soon enough their portion of the event was ending. The men said their goodbyes to the cast before all but dragging you to the car. Just like before, a silence fell between you three. The next 30 minutes occurred in reverse order of how your day began. It wasn't until the door closed behind the three of you that things changed.

In an instant, Jon's demeanor shifted drastically. You could practically feel the mixture of irritation and disappointment radiating off him. Grabbing you by the elbow, Jon ushered you to the bedroom while Tom looked on almost sympathetically before moving deeper into the suite.

Rule number 1. Unless your life depends on it, Never let another man touch you.

Tossing his jacket absentmindedly onto the bed, you sat like always, awaiting his lecture.

"You know how important this event was to Tom and I, yet you run off to what? Get another man's attention?" He scolded.

Your mouth opened and closed as your brain searched desperately for an answer. Before you could come up with one, he scoffed condescendingly and began speaking again.

"That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart. But let's see how our dumb little girl can answer a real one. What did you plan to accomplish? Huh? Was it the attention you crave so much?"

"Y-yes.." you answer as tears well up in your eyes. Just then Tom enters the room and sits in an armchair across from the bed.

"So, how about we remind her of what's expected?" Tom asks while sending you a daring look.

Jon nods and crosses the room. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Under Jon's touch and with your feet dangling off the end of the bed, you truly feel pathetic.

"These rules are in place for a reason young lady, so unless you want your punishment to be even worse, I highly suggest you drop the innocent act and own up to your failures."

His words cause the tears welling in your eyes to fall in big dramatic drops. You never intended to break the rules Jon so lovingly put in place, yet your nativity led you to stumble. Now your mind was racing with all the possible punishments

Jon watches your reaction closely before smirking down at you.

"What a shame. The girl has disobeyed us so many times she knows what's coming before we even tell her." Jon says to Tom, almost as if you weren't in the room.

"That's deserving of punishment by itself, isn't it?" Tom sneers in response, leaning forward to place his forearms on his knees as both of their brazen eyes land on you.

"Damn right it is."

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I have complex feelings about Nancy, throughout the series. Yes she is portrayed as smart, but most of her intelligence is academic, I think one of her major flaws is her lack of common sense. (Another is her lack of emotional intelligence.) And this is shown in different ways across the show.

In season 1, the biggest example of this is her pointing the gun in Steve's face. She is shown as a gunslinging badass, but she literally fails gun safety 101. Rule 1 is always treat a gun as if it is loaded, rule 2 is never point a gun at someone you wouldn't be willing to kill, even if you know it is unloaded with the safety on, rule 3 is never put your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot. She breaks rules 2 and 3 when she points the gun at Steve. And it would have taken so little for her to accidentally shoot, like if the demogorgan had come a little sooner and startled her, she could have pulled the trigger out of reflex.

-A lesser point for season 1 is not guessing that Steve would come and check on her. He'd said he'd call her, and it's shown that he hadn't heard from her, so he was worried. Just a few days earlier, he'd climbed through her window, so it's not surprising that he did it to try to check on her.

In season 2, it's how she went about exposing the lab. She wanted to tell Barb's parents what really happened, despite knowing what the lab/ government could do if they found out, and she didn't like Steve pointing that out. When she and Jonathan went into the lab, she took a massive risk having the recording device with her (I 100% stand by the fact that her bag would have been searched and they would have found it. And they would have been in massive trouble.) And then lying to her parents about where she is while she and Jonathan go out of state to meet up with a strange man, while they were both minors. Then accepting alcohol from him, and sleeping at his house.

In season 3, there are a few points.

-The first is her expecting to be treated as an important reporter at the paper when she was just an intern, yes she was mistreated by a lot of the higher-level people, she should have been shadowing reporters, or being used for taking notes of meetings, but she expected to be working as a full journalist, and her attitude ultimately costs her and Jonathan their jobs (his photography internship is different to a reporters internship, because he was likely taken along to take a few photos, and then used to develop his own and other photographers photos.).

-The second is providing first aid to El. She went to disinfect the wound without cleaning it. And it's pretty obvious that you clean it first, because if there's dirt in the wound disinfecting it would do nothing. And she looks sceptical when Max corrects her. (I hate when it's written in fic that Nancy is the one to provide first aid, and to ensure there are fully stocked first aid kits, when in canon, she doesn't understand first aid. When Max has more experience than she does, and Steve is a certified lifeguard, and for that, he would have to be first aid certified.)

-The third is shooting at Billy. She's just shooting at the car head-on. Yes, windshields aren't bullet proof, but they offer some level of protection and damage to the windshield doesn't disable a car. Also, they're aware that he is possessed by the mindflayer and was able to walk away after the sauna test and being thrown through a brick wall. As well as how most of the hits didn't affect Tom and Bruce at the hospital. It's pretty obvious that bullets probably wouldn't have much effect on him. So if she wanted to disable the car, she needed to aim for the wheels, to blow out the tyres, other than that, you need to hit the internal workings of the car, like the fuel line.

I can't think of much for season 4, but I have only watched it once, compared to many more times for the other three seasons. But the main one I can think of is how her immediate thought for defence against the upside down creatures is guns, when they have never worked before. The only things that have been shown to work against the creatures is brute force, like with Steve's bat, or fire. (Or El, but they don't have her.)

I know there are other points, but I can't think of them right now. Also, at another point, I could send you my thoughts on her lack of emotional intelligence if you're interested.

there’s this post i saw that argued that steve has high wisdom, and low intelligence (which i agree with to a certain point, because i don’t think that steve’s intelligence is actually that low), they then argued that everyone else was high intelligence and low wisdom. specifically nancy. at first i wasn’t so sure, but i think you’ve managed to convince me.

honestly, that scene in s1 has always been almost laughable to me. like, what was she gonna do if he didn’t leave? literally shoot him in the face? pointing a gun at someone in a circumstance like that almost never works, and, no offence to jonathan and nancy, but they clearly needed the help, and steve’s a jock. i’d have let him stick around. especially after the shit he pulled at the theatre, like, sure man, you can jump in front of me, show your remorse lmao

and that also hits one point i find irritating about nancy’s character and it’s the fact that we never see her learn how to shoot a gun, she’s just a natural badass, and i think that’s just such lazy writing, especially for one of their few female characters. she doesn’t seem to know any actual gun control stuff, she never learns to shoot, she’s just good at it, naturally, with no explanation. could the duffers be anymore boring. i like to watch characters struggle a bit.

to defend nancy a little, she had just crawled out of hell, so she’d probably forgotten about steve coming to check on her. however, she never does try and explain away what she and jonathan were doing in the alleyway behind the theatre. like, at least just make up some bullshit about mike and will rather than just look at steve blankly.

s2 is kinda funny, because obviously shows don’t always tell you what a characters plan is, to try and make it more dramatic, but it really does feel like nancy and jonathan are just making that shit up as they go along.

like, at first nancy tells steve that she wants to tell the holland’s that barb is dead. that’s her whole plan. then her plan is to tell the world about the upside down and eleven and demogorgon and barb’s death, and she honestly expected that to work? it isn’t until murray tells her that people won’t believe it that she starts to doubt herself.

and yeah, no real teenage girl would actually drink vodka and then stay the night in some middle-aged man’s house, who is very clearly a freak and also insanely interested in her love life.

i think i’ve said before that nancy’s stance in s3 confuses me. like, yes she is getting treated badly, but she’s an intern. sexism is a factor for how little she has to do, but she can’t have honestly expected to be writing for the paper. did she deserve to have more to do? yes. should she have been going around doing interviews on her own, no. then, instead of just leaving, or playing nice to get experience and have a good connection with a journalist, she instead decides to go against what her boss has told her to do, and expects to get rewarded? like, nancy, you can’t really ask forgiveness for going against what your boss has told you to do and sneaking out in the middle of the day because you don’t like your job. just quit!

that’s true, it is weird that nancy always gets written as the person supplying first aid and being the most knowledgeable when max and steve know more than her.

i hate when characters are shooting at a car and they just shoot at the windscreen. shoot at the tires!! or shoot at the body of the car, you’re more likely to hit something important and stop the car.

yeah, i’m so tired to nancy getting out a gun and everyone going “oh my god, she has a gun” and then it does FUCK ALL. bring steve’s bat back, that’s done more damage than a fucking gun.

i think that nancy has a lot of intelligence for the life she lives, which is a middle class high school student, and she often can’t really see beyond that. i think it can come from her lack of empathy, and this idea that she’s often the smartest in the room, because she values her kind of intelligence, and her lived experience, more than others.

obviously some of your points are just the duffers shitty writing choices, but shitty writing choices can reflect badly on characters. and yeah, i’d love to hear your thoughts on her emotional intelligence. in my opinion, steve is one of the most emotionally intelligent characters on the show, because of how self-aware he is, and how he’s had to understand and then stop his bad behaviour. i’ve never thought much about nancy’s though!

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