#joby taylor x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

If you’re not taking multiple requests from people ignore this but you choose: soul comforting levels of Burt fluff, or soul destroying I am Not In A Good Place and I want Joby Taylor to Wreck Me smut. Or stepping on Riddly Boi.

all of these are great options but I'm in the most fucked up mood and I need joby carnally holy shit

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!, some dubcon elements, hatesex, choking, dumbification, pretty hardcore degradation, semi-public sex, overstimulation/forced orgasm, hair pulling, unwanted creampie, just fucknastiness and toxic as hell dynamics with a touch of angst at the end

"Where'd all that attitude go, huh? What about all that stuff about how you couldn't fucking stand me, how you never wanted to see me again?"

"Shut up," you hissed, "just shut up and fuck me, please--"

He shook his head, you could feel it against the crook of your neck, and curled his fingers a little more inside you; you whimpered, arching your back up off the dirty wall of the dirty backroom of this dirty bar. Everything about this was dirty, but you didn't care: the muffled, mediocre rock music coming in through the cracks in the door; the sticky floor under your boots; the smell of liquor and cigarettes and rain and desperation.

This was what you craved. This was what you deserved. This was what you always came back to.

"Please," you gasped again, rocking your hips against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper until you felt one of his rings inside you-- he must've known what that would do to you.

"M'not gonna fuck you yet," he decided, "not until you beg for it."

"Fuck you," you groaned, but to punish you for your insolence he stopped moving his fingers.

You didn't realize how desperate you were, how much you were not in the mood to be trifled with, until he did that. But it fucking pissed you off-- and in a moment of rage you shoved him away roughly, enough to knock him off balance and force his hand out of your panties.

"Don't fucking taunt me, Joby!" you warned him. "I'm not in the mood for that shit."

"Don't fucking push me," he returned with a snarl, pinning you to the wall. "Jesus, you're such a bitch."

"Whatever," you decided as you started to writhe out of his grasp, "fuck this, I'm leaving."

"Like fuck you are," he spat grabbing you and pulling you back towards him, ignoring your yelp of pain. "You wanna play rough? Fine."

This time when he shoved you into the wall again, it was face-first; you barely turned your head in time to keep your nose from getting squished, but he didn't care, he was too busy roughly yanking your panties down to your knees.

His body pressed against yours, keeping you trapped as he quickly opened his belt and jeans. Spitting into his hand and smearing it over his cock, he forced his cock into you in one brutal thrust. When you whimpered in pain and surprise, trying to reach back to push his hip and stop him from going any deeper, he growled and grabbed your hands to pin you to the wall completely. "This is what you fucking wanted," he reminded you, snapping his hips and burying himself into you completely. "This is what you asked me for-- you wanted to get fucked, right?"

He was ruthless as soon as he started moving, of course; hard, fast thrusts that kept knocking you into the wall as you whined.

"You know better, baby," he cooed, lips nearly pressed against your ear as he spoke, hot breaths fanning your skin. "You know this is what you get, what did you expect? You didn't think I was going to be nice, did you?"

Obviously you didn't-- you don't drag Joby Taylor back behind the bar because you want to be treated nice. But as your body finally adjusted to him, you sighed a little and your head fell back because it did feel nice, in its own way.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he pressed. "Say it."

"I-- I wanted..." you mumbled, struggling to form a sentence at all. "I, uh-- fuck-- I wanted you..."

You felt his smile against your ear, and then his teeth against your neck. "You can barely talk already," he noticed.

But you don't drag Joby Taylor behind the bar because you want to talk, either.

"This is what you needed, huh?" he realized. "Needed to be fucked right so you don't have to think anymore. You always get so stupid when my cock is in you."

He must have noticed the way you clenched inside, your needy gasp when he insulted you like that.

"You like being my stupid slut?"

You managed to nod, at least-- that was probably the best he was going to get out of you for a while.

"You want me to choke you, don't you?"

You nodded again, but his hand was already around your neck.

Technically, you were the only thing that went silent in that moment-- but the static that filled your brain made it seem like everything was muffled when he did that. He only did it for a few seconds at first, just enough time to really focus on the sound of his hips slapping against your ass; your moan was weak and desperate when he gave you air again.

He knew what you could take. Even more than that, he knew what you needed. The next time he pressed his fingers down, he didn't let up until your vision was almost black and the tips of your fingers started to tingle.

Then, when he let go, you made the most desperate and pathetic. "Oh shit," he hissed encouragingly, "you're close, huh? You love it so much, Jesus. About to cream all over me just cause I choked you-- fuckin' filthy."

He cut off your next moan halfway through-- he pushed you even further that time, until you almost tried to struggle even if you barely had the power to, and when he let go you sobbed out his name. You would've been so ashamed to say his name like that just a few minutes ago, but that was back when you had a shred of dignity.

You didn't even have to say anything when you came, you just let out a wavering moan and felt your legs quiver, and he knew. "There it is," he growled proudly. "You always come so fast when I treat you like shit, don't you? What a dumb fucking whore."

Limp and helpless, you melted into it-- you were ready to go blank, be numb, just let the ecstasy carry you until he was done. Joby had other ideas, though.

His arm wrapped around you and his fingers quickly found your clit; as soon as he pressed them against it, rubbing fast circles, you jolted and tried to reach down for his hand.

"N-no, I can't," you began weakly.

"I need one more," he demanded, but it was too much; you whined loudly, shaking and shuddering and trying to jerk your hips away somehow, but obviously you were trapped. Even if the pressure on your clit wasn't enough to make you struggle like this, he was still fucking into you... it was impossibly overwhelming.

"I can't, I can't," you sobbed-- there were already tears in your eyes just from the sensation. "Joby-- fuck!"

"Shh, shh," he tried to soothe you, "somebody's gonna hear if you scream like that."

"Please," you begged-- for relief, for mercy, for just a second to breathe.

"Somebody's gonna fucking hear you," he warned again, much less sweetly than before. And when you still didn't listen to his implied instruction-- because, of course, you were already being as quiet as you could with him putting you through so much-- he found a way to shut you up.

Choking you again, he rubbed on your clit even harder, even faster-- and you were incapable of screaming, but it's what you would've done. It was brutal and raw and almost painful, but you did come again: a sharp, tugging sort of orgasm that he wrenched out of you so aggressively. And the way he never let go of your neck, keeping your pulse suppressed, only seemed to heighten it even more. Your vision went white and you shook uncontrollably for a few moments as the peak of it really hit you.

"Oh my god, oh my god," he praised through his teeth as he fucked you through it. "Shit, baby, feel how tight you're fuckin' squeezing me? Fuuuck..."

You barely registered his words, of course; you had no brain power for any of that. You were hardly even conscious, actually.

"Gonna fuckin' come inside you," he announced, "gonna fill this little cunt-- fuck, fuck--!"

His hand was still tight on your neck, so you couldn't tell him to stop-- you reached back and weakly tried to physically stop him, as if that was ever possible, but he hardly even noticed. It was too late anyways, he was already moaning lowly and slowing his thrusts down as his cock flexed inside you.

He pushed it to the last second, letting go of your neck only when he was finished, as he relaxed behind you and dropped his head back with a deep groan of satisfaction. You still made the most inhuman sound when you had air again, obviously... you choked on your own gasp for oxygen, you sobbed helplessly, you moaned pathetically-- all at once, somehow.

But you still had enough lucidity to kick him away, forcing him out of you a little sooner than he expected. "What the fuck!" you yelped at him, though it didn't sound especially confident when you were still catching your breath.

"What?" he wondered, still looking pretty out of it.

"You came in me?!" you noticed, reaching down and touching your hole to find not only plenty of cum leaking out of you but more soreness than you expected which made you wince. "Aw, dude..." you whined in annoyance.

"Was I supposed to pull out?" he mumbled.

"Obviously!" you shouted.

"Hey, you didn't say anything!" he noticed defensively.

"I couldn't fucking breathe," you recalled.

"You didn't say anything before," he clarified, "how the fuck am I supposed to know--?"

"'Cause you always pull out!"

"Whatever, I'll buy you a pill," he promised, "it's not a big deal."

"I can buy my own pill," you rolled your eyes, quickly pulling your panties back up and your dress back down before you reached for the door.

"You're seriously just gonna leave?" he frowned.

"Yeah, what the fuck else are we gonna do-- cuddle?" you mocked.

"Fine, Jesus, just go then," he decided with a scoff.

And so even though you were still sore and leaking and your knees were still weak and bruises were forming on your neck, you walked out the door and slammed it behind you, shoving your way through the crowded bar and back outside. Though you weren't really sure why, you wiped another tear off your cheek.

[cannedbeefaroni]

can we get an analysis on how different paul dano characters take nudes? LMAOOO TYTY 🙏

Ok ok I will admit I think louis ives would take good nudes at least. She’d know how to take a good mirror selfie in sexy dresses and lingerie. She’d cover her face with her phone or crop it out.

With Joby Taylor you’d get really awkward selfies with his face in frame looking either high or stupid. He’d be very obsessed with taking shirtless pics and sending them to you randomly.

Edward nashton would take top down pictures of his cock with the lights off and the flash on. You can see his pajama pants pulled down with Cheeto crumbs on them. Also you’d get some belly in the frame (hot)

Calvin weir-fields would send jacking off videos with loud moaning if you demanded hard enough for it because he’s a pushover and a bottom. The video cuts off before he cums tho.

Eli sunday would send you letters with disgusting nasty filthy smut of his deepest desires and crude sex drawings.

Burt fabelman is a man of god. He does not photograph his genitalia like some hooligan.

Pierre Bezukhov gets painted like one of those French girls if you know what I mean (look it was one time and he was drunk or something)

[danoberry]

★ i’m so sick (joby taylor x reader) SMUT 18+

description: joby finds your vibrator and has you put on a show.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, hella overstim, slight masochism, dumbification, squirting, cum play, voyeurism, degradation, just overall filthy

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.5k

afab genitalia

AN:

woah two posts in like three days? i’m on a roll! wrote this one on a whim because i got a good idea, and stayed up all night working! enjoy!!!

You’re tired— so fucking tired as you lie on Joby’s bed. You’ve had a long day at work, and he knows this. It’s only 5pm, but as the blinds cast a shadow over your body, the lamp outside of the apartment illuminates your body in stripes of shadow and light. Joby stands over the sink, washing his face with hot water, groaning from the warmth of the water while he holds his hands to his face. He found something of yours before you got home. He’s stalling to tell you… it’s for your own good. 

Joby slyly walks out of the bathroom, but you can’t see him yet, with your face buried in a pillow that smells like body odor and cigarettes. He opens his drawer nonchalantly. 

“Baby?” He calls out. 

“Hm?” You groan.

“I found something of yours today.” 

“Oh you did? What was it?” Your voice is muffled. 

“Turn around and I’ll show you.” 

“But baby,” you whine, “I’m tired!” 

Suddenly, you hear a buzz humming from the other side of the room. Surely he isn’t shaving. You turn over and Joby stands there, mockingly in awe of what he has in his hands. He’s looking it up and down. He’s touching the top and watching his fingertip shake. He found your vibrator. 

Your eyes widen and you sit up. 

“Where’d you get that?” 

“Your nightstand.” 

You scoff nervously. “What were you doing in my nightstand?” 

“I was looking for some chapstick… but I found this pretty thing instead! When do you have time to use this?” He continues to run his fingertips against the top of the pink, vibrating toy. 

“Joby I— I use it when you’re away. Turn it off, it’s gonna go dead. Just put it up and forget about it.” 

“Forget about it?” He asks. “You want me to forget about it? You’re so desperate you can’t even wait for me to fuck you? You have to use this cheap shit?”

“Joby seriously it’s not that big of a deal—“ 

He throws the vibrating toy onto the bed next to you and it vibrates against your thigh. You pick it up to turn it off, but Joby doesn’t approve. 

“Uh-uh, babydoll,” he tuts. 

“What?” You scoff, impatience bubbling as he gets cockier. Joby pulls a chair from the table and flips it around, straddling it. He leans his forearms on the top of the back of the chair and runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Well, if you want to be a whore and use a cheap piece of plastic to fuck yourself, you can go ahead and show me.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me—“ 

“Nope. I wanna see how you fuck yourself when I’m not here.” 

You hesitate with your mouth agape, he raises his eyebrows, smirking patronizingly. 

“Show me baby.” 

Your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he speaks to you in such a degrading way. You’re quite angry with him, sure, but fuck is he turning you on. You argue one last time for full effect, “Joby come on, this is so stupid!”

He stares at you like you’re ignorant, not muttering a word. You huff a whine and grab the vibrator, dragging it along your clothed thighs, trailing to your cunt that was already clenching around nothing. 

You leave it at its lowest setting, pressing it gently on your clothed clit. You mewl at the feeling and grab one of your tits from under your shirt, squeezing it. You pull the vibrator away from your clit and use your hands to take off your shirt, and then your bra, your pants, and soon, you’re sat with nothing on but a thong. You fail to see Joby’s reactions. He licks his lips and palms at his growing erection while he’s watching you strip for him across the room.

You grab the vibrator again and hum when you press it back to your clit, grinding yourself onto the toy and whining quietly. 

“Oh- fuck Joby,” you whisper. He watches silently, entertained and aroused by the way your body moves against your toy. The way your back arches when you press just a little too hard, the way you shake your core around the vibrator when it isn’t giving you enough. He’s fascinated. He’s fucked you plenty of times and he’s seen you like this, under him before, but something about watching you from afar— really studying you, it’s making him weak. 

You turn up the setting on the vibrator, whining more and more as slick falls down your weeping hole, getting on the mattress. You press harder on your clit and moan out, gasping. A knot forms in your stomach, and you press harder on your bud, letting your orgasm crash over you, and quickly setting the toy aside to catch your breath. 

Joby watches as you do this and wants to come over and put it right back on your clit himself, to send you into overstimulation by his doing, but he doesn’t give into his fantasy so quickly. Firstly, he stands up and walks over to you and sits next to your tired body that’s panting, staring up at the ceiling. Joby kisses your forehead, but he feels anything but remorse for what he’ll order you to do. 

“Did I tell you you could stop?” He asks you, like you’re a baby. 

“Oh, Joby!” you whine loudly. 

“I didn’t, did I?”

“No…” 

“Correct!” he taunts. “Come here.”

You sit up and crawl in between his legs, laying against his chest. He grabs the vibrator and turns it onto the highest setting, not hesitating to hold it against your clit. The feeling shocks you immediately and you whine out against his shoulder. 

“Ah- I- Oh, Joby! It’s too much! It’s s’much Joby!” 

“If you want to act like a helpless little bitch I’m gonna treat you like one.” 

You moan while you shuffle your feet and move against his stomach, feeling the erection straining at his pants. You’re barely distracted though, because you’re so overwhelmed by the high pressure he’s emitting against your sensitive bud. You breathe against him— engulfed by body odor and cigarette smoke. You feel your second orgasm impending fast.

“Please, I- I’m- Hmngg- Please!” 

You flail against the toy and cry out against his shoulder as your orgasm crashes, to what feels like all over your body. Your legs shake while you yelp, losing feeling in your core for a brief moment. He keeps the vibrator pressed against your cunt, sobbing with cum and clenching hard on nothing.

“Joby it’s too much! Too much! I- ah- hmphh!” You scream against his chest and tears start to form in your eyes, the vibrator constantly hurts your core and stings at your clit. You weep against his body. His dick is rock hard, straining against his pants, and you can feel it while you rub and whine and cry and squirm against him. He simply kisses your head. 

“You can handle it.” 

The pain settles in fast as another knot snaps in your stomach, and all you can feel is hot. He presses down and lets up repetitively, drilling the vibrator onto your bud. You flail around while you shuffle your feet. Drool pools in your mouth as you scream and moan with your mouth agape. You dig your head against his side, and slobber drips out of your mouth, staining on his white tank top. His dick twitches again and you can hear a groan escape his mouth, quiet yet pronounced.

 The pain subsides and turns into pleasure again. You’re melted into an incoherent, babbling mess. 

“Job- ah, uh, ff- hmngg, Jo- ah- by!” You’re screaming against him. You can barely breathe. You love it. 

“Such a pathetic whore,” He growls into your ear, grinding his erection against your back. “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by this cheap shit? Do I need to stop fucking you so you can use your toy more often? ‘Ah- ah, oh Joby!’— you’re hilarious!” 

“‘Need you— you— ah!— in me,” you whine all over him.

He takes the vibrator off of your cunt abruptly and turns it off. 

“Do you need my cock,” he asks, “or do you need this?” he waves the toy in front of your face, and presses it to your lip. He throws it next to you. You look up at him against his chest as he stares down at you. Your eyes flutter. 

“Both— please,” you’re starting to cry from the lack of contact. 

Joby wouldn’t admit this to you, but watching you cry in his lap made him feel a bit remorseful for being such an asshole to you. He doesn’t relent, though, he simply pets your hair and growls again, “Flip over, you dumb bitch.” 

You try to move, mewling as you pick your arms up and attempt to face him. You just can’t. 

“Aww, is my pretty baby too sore to move?” He taunts.

You nod your head and sniffle. Joby sits up and lays you down in front of him, your pussy inches away from his crotch. He swipes his fingers between your drenched folds, bringing his hands to lips, licking off your slick. He unbuckles his belt and throws it to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping his tight jeans. He pulls down his boxers and his cock springs out immediately. Precum leaks from his bright pink tip, begging to be inside you. He swipes his fingers over your slit again and rubs his cock against your thigh, shoving his slick covered fingers in your mouth, gagging you for a moment. You moan, and he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“Joby please!” You beg, coughing— spitting. 

“God I don’t know how you aren’t embarrassed at yourself. Drooling for my cock. You want my cock?” He mocks your whining, “Huh, yeah?” 

“Please,” you beg in a broken sob. 

Joby scoffs and laughs at you, bringing his cock away from your thigh and rubbing it against your soaked folds. You moan when his cock touches your swollen clit, and yelp when he finally shoves himself in you, giving you no time to adjust. He takes your legs and wraps them around his hips, fucking into you fast. 

He leans over your body, grabbing one of your tits and flipping at your nipple. You’re weak— voice getting sore from screaming and moaning. He fucks in and out of you relentlessly, grunting when your walls spasm around him. 

All that he can give you isn’t enough, as much as you try and convince yourself it is. With all of the prior simulation compared to him fucking you, it’s not enough, even if his cock is hitting all of the right places. You look up at him, and he’s squeezing his eyes at the ceiling, swallowing hard as you see his Adam's apple disappear and appear quickly.

You grab the vibrator from your side and quickly flip it onto the highest setting, applying it to your clit and crying out from the double stimulation. Joby snaps his head down when he feels the vibrator hum around you. 

“Can’t get enough huh? Fucking slut.” 

He leans over you and takes control of the vibrator while he ruts into you at a brutal pace. He uses his thumb against the tip to press down onto you. You’re squirming against him with tears rolling down your face in bliss. Spit is pooling to the side of your face, thrashing back and fourth. 

His cock curls deliciously, kissing your cervix when he fucks into you. You’re whining and moaning his name when you look into his eyes and begin to squirt clear liquid onto the lower part of his shirt. He holds the toy against your clit, and it doesn’t stop streaming. You’re moaning with euphoria, and you cum almost immediately around his cock, squirting all over the front of his shirt. 

He’s fucking into you harder and riding out your high while you clamp down on him, and the tightness is enough to make him cum as well, but he quickly pulls out and lets the white droplets bead all over your stomach, leaning over and kissing your tits. 

Your squirting ends and Joby finally takes the vibrator off of your cunt and turns it off. He’s drenched in your fluid, towering over your body and groaning as he smears his cum all over your stomach with his hand, and grabbing your tits with the stickiness making noises as he takes his hands off of you. 

Joby lays down next to you, and you’re moaning out quiet sobs as you’re still coming down from your high. 

“Are you okay baby?” He asks with sincerity, the juxtaposition of how he’s acting almost enough to alarm you.

Your eyes flutter, you nod your head slowly. “Legs… hurt s’bad,” you mutter. 

“They’re hurting you, princess? Do I need to kiss them better?” 

“Mhmm…”

He sits toward your thighs and licks them, tasting your juices and pecking at them. You’re so tired from the countless orgasms you just endured. Your eyes are closing with tiredness. Joby takes his head from your thighs and massages them when he lays back next to you. 

“You got me soaked, baby.” 

“I know…” You acknowledge quietly. 

“Do you need to sleep?” 

“Mhm…”

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up when you wake up.” 

“Thank you Job.”

“Of course, my cockdrunk babydoll.” He chuckles at the name he gives you. You kiss Joby on the cheek and fall asleep with your hand on the back of his neck. 

[pictureinme]

kinktober day xvii. CUM PLAY – joby taylor

word count: ~400 tags: dirty talk, fingering, breeding kink, overstimulation masterlist | ao3

“Fuck… look at the mess you made, baby.”

Joby unashamedly sticks his fingers into your already-used hole to collect his release as it slowly drips out of you. A cry escapes your throat as the oversensitivity he himself caused shoots jolts of electricity all through your body.

“God, Joby!”

He chuckles as he continues to finger you, the wet noises filling the already stuffy room.

“Look so gorgeous like this, all filled with my cum,” Joby bites his lip, and you swear you see his half-hard dick twitch. “You think this’ll get you pregnant?”

You moan as you nod quickly, the idea of it arousing you even further. He grins as he scissors his fingers inside you, your walls can only do so much as they tighten around him. You look up at him through bleary eyes, and you whimper at his expression. Joby looked as if he was just as wrecked as you, mouth slightly agape as the noises of your wetness only increased.

“Please, I need more,” your head tilts back with a sigh, “Joby, please…”

He hums, pouting, “Two fingers aren’t enough, you need another? Just beg for my dick again at this point, come on.”

Your back arches into his touch and his words as he fills you up with another finger, and you are that much closer to release again. Your hips rock against his digits, curled just right against your most sensitive spot inside. 

“Please, please, fuck…”

“You gonna come again, baby?” Joby’s voice was just as desperate as your own as you watched him quickly fist his hardness.

Nodding, you continue to grind yourself back on his fingers as he curls them even more, “Oh, Joby, fuck, I’m gonna– oh!”

Before you even realized it, your release crashed over you like a tidal wave. He kept his fingers inside, letting you clench down on them as he chased his own orgasm.

“So fucking pretty like this, God,” Joby moans hoarsely as his eyes shut tightly, “Wanna fill you up over and over–!”

Ropes of his arousal land on your outspread thighs and lower stomach as he finishes with a cry. Still clenched tight on his digits, you wince when he slowly pulls them out, only to push them back in with the new release now collected.

“This’ll definitely get you knocked up, right?”

[danosrosegarden]

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

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

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

☽ "See something you like?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[r1ddlessy]

groupie love

warnings: creampie, rough sex, groupie behaviour

a/n: i had this concept of him signing her tits as well but idk 😔

"Would you mind signing this?"

Joby looked up from his guitar to meet your nervous yet hopeful gaze. His eyes drifted down, observing the gentle heave of your chest as you awaited his answer.

"Of course, sweetheart." He flashed you a classic grin as he took the pen and scrawled his signature on to the printed photograph of him.

"Thank you so much." You hurriedly said, cheeks burning at the pet name. As he returned the photograph, his fingers brushed against your waiting ones. You turned to leave after flashing him another grateful smile, but his palm laid flat against the door, caging you in his hold.

"Why don't you keep me some company before the show, sweetheart?" He murmured.

"I'd love to." You replied softly, eyes glancing up at his. He nodded in approval then sat back down on the sofa. Your eyes trailed down to his spread legs, and the confidence he seemed to exude. Joby caught your wandering eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart." He teased.

"Sorry..." Your cheeks warmed at the comment and he clicked his tongue, shaking head lightly.

"Don't apologize. I can see you want more than an autograph." A knowing smirk graced his face. "You're more interested in a physical badge of honour, right?" He raised an eyebrow and you nodded, embarrassed at your overt wanting. He chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. C'mere." He gestured for you to come closer with his fingers and you walked over to stand in front of him. Joby stood up, pressing his front against yours.

His hand gently gripped your jaw, tilting it up as he pressed his lips against yours. His mouth melded with yours as he deepened the kiss, his hands reaching out hungrily to squeeze at your hips. He pulled away from the kiss momentarily as his fingers tugged impatiently at the waistband of your jeans.

"Can I?" He asked breathlessly.

"Please." You replied quickly, before his fingers deftly tugged the material down your legs until your jeans pooled on the floor. Your own hands quickly pulled your top off, allowing Joby to do the same.

"Bend over, darlin'." Joby's ringed hand tapped the wooden surface of the vanity. You obliged him, and his warm hands tugged your underwear down to the floor before settling on your hips. "Hold tight." His command is followed by a warning of the weeping tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

"I can take it." The determination in your tone and your grip on the wood assured Joby, and he pushed himself inside you. You gasped softly at the stretch in your walls, as his fingers dug into your skin. He began to push himself in and out steadily, gradually building up to a pace that left you digging your nails into the wood to stabilize yourself. Suddenly his hand gently tilted your chin up, holding it there as you made eye contact in the mirror.

"I want you to look at who's making you feel so good, pretty girl." He drawled. You panted as you took in the spectacle of your smudged lip gloss and tussled hair in the mirror.

"Fuck." You hissed. He smirked smugly.

"That's not my name, baby." He murmured as he lightly tugged your hair.

"Joby..." You panted.

"That's it sweetheart." His palm pressed to the lower part of your stomach. "I want you to come on my cock." His hot breath fanned against your neck as he whispered. His hand slipped lower as his deft fingers circled around your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. "Can you do that for me, pretty girl?" You whimpered and nodded, which made him tut softly and shakenhis head. "Use your words, sweetheart. I know you can."

"I'll come on your cock, please Joby!" Your whine melted into a moan as his movements increased in speed and force, until the wood of the vanity bit into your upper thighs.

"Do it pretty girl, scream my name."

"Joby!" You groaned as you finally coated his cock, clenching your walls around him. You slightly collapsed on to the vanity before Joby's final, sloppy thrusts filled you with his warm seed.

"Fuck." He muttered as he pulled out. You turned to face him slowly, with a slightly disoriented smile and streaked mascara.

"See you after the show?" You said slightly breathless. Joby grinned in response.

"Of course, darlin'."

[always-andromeda]

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

– 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝐉𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

“Joby,” you repeat louder.

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

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

“Okay?”

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

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

“Yes,” you affirm, rolling your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You— you wouldn’t—”

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

You nod again.

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

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

“You,”

“And what’s my name, princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[smellydano]

Hey so I was just wondering if you could do some kind of Joby Taylor fluff, like just reader and joby cuddling listening to blue oyster cult idk. I just need more joby taylor fluff in my life tbh, so I'm not really picky. Thank you 🙏🙏

a lil blurb for rn since my brain is mush

your sheets felt soft against your skin as you laid with joby, blue oyster cult’s album spinning on repeat in your cd player placed on your dresser. joby’s arms wrapped around your frame, he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. you flashed a small smile as you cuddled further into his chest.

~romeo and juliet, are together in eternity.~

“kinda like us.” he mumbled against your forehead, spreading more kisses across your face. you giggled, unsure about his words. “what did you say, baby?”

“y’know, it’s kinda like us. together for eternity.”

“together in eternity.” you smiled up at him, placing your hand on his soft cheek.

“whatever, you know what i mean.” he laughed, his hands wandering down to your waist. he pulled you on top of him, gripping your hips. your legs were around his, straddling him. it didn’t feel sexual, and that wasn’t his intention, for once.

you slowly crawl down to wrap your arms around his neck. his hands moved over your bum, rubbing gently. you started placing little kisses on his collarbone, trailing up to his neck. he groans, pulling you closer, if it was even possible.

“you’re the love of my life.” joby blurted out, unsure of how to say it without fucking up. you giggled at his random outburst, lifting yourself up to look at him, “well you’re the love of my life!” you exclaimed quietly, resting your arms next to his beautiful face.

you loved him no matter what.

shitty lil blurb SORRY! but i’m leaning more towards these because i can’t write long fics anymore (still trying tho LOL)

ty for reading, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

[kaitcreatesart]

I headcanon that Joby Taylor wrote this song 🎵 🖤

[candied-heartss]

Okay so I've been thinking about this for a while and I just can't seem to write it myself so I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klitz and the Reader have been dating for a while like she went to Yale with him and stuff. And they have like super passionate sex like all the time, so at a party that you guys to he introduces you too a couple of his friends and they all start hitting on you and he gets like super pissed so he pulls you to the side like into a bathroom or something and he makes sure that everyone knows your his by giving you a bunch of hickies and marks and stuff. And then you accidentally call him daddy (yk cuz hes being so protective or something) it startles him but also turns him on more. 💀💀 sorry it's a lot but I really like this idea.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

(ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ!ᵏˡⁱᵗᶻ ˣ ᵍⁿ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗅𝗂����𝗓 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ (𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜), 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲!), 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿???

You didn't even know how you ended up in a situation such as this. Never in a million years did you think that you'd currently be getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend in front of a mirror while in the cramped bathroom of someone's house at a party, but yet, here you were.

"Open wide, baby." you heard the nearly sinful words being whispered into your ear. Klitz's long fingers pressed themselves against your lips, parting them so that he could easily slip inside the warm, wetness of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and nearly making you gag from the pressure, the rhythm, and the speed of his thrusts never changing.

You whimpered, but to little effect, on account that your mouth was full of his fingers, the tips nearly hitting the back of your throat while his cock hit nearly every right spot inside of you, due to the angle he had bent you at. You looked up at the mirror again and knew for certain that your makeup was ruined.

"Fuck... Your pussy feels like it was made for me..." he groaned, pushing his fingers into your mouth a tiny bit deeper than before, making you choke at the feeling, your eyes nearly rolling back into their sockets and your head hanging slightly lower.

Klitz noticed this and snickered softly to himself before reaching up and threading the hand the other hand that was placed possessively at your hip into your hair, tugging at it and pulling your head back up so you could face the mirror and look at both yours and his reflections at the same time, the sight sending a spark of arousal through your veins.

"Aw, baby," he teased, "look at you, so pretty, so messy... God, I love looking at you." you moaned at his words, finding the way that he was talking to you both patronizing and also incredibly arousing.

You wanted to speak, to say something back in return, but your mind was so muddled from it all, the only coherent thought that came to your brain was of how deep his cock felt inside of you, that you let out mindless babbles and gibberish.

"Oh sweetie, I haven't even been going that hard and your brain's getting all dumb on me," he shook his head and chuckled, "and here I was, thinking my girlfriend was a smart girl, but all it takes is a bit of my cock, and you're already turning into a mindless cumdump. Is that what you want to be known as? Just a stupid little slut who goes around drinking too much and flirting with other guys?"

"I... Uh, I- fuck... Please..." you whimpered, trying to get ahold of your words, but they just wouldn't come out the way that you wanted to. Klitz sighed and chuckled again as he picked up the pace again, nearly making you cry.

"You... You... You what, baby? C'mon, spit it out. I know you can, yeah?" he taunted you again, reaching down and rubbing at your puffy, little clit with his thick fingers, the feeling enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Y-you're right... 'm so dumb, Klitzy... Being so stupid..." you told him, the words already replaying on a loop through your mind like a broken record.

"And, what else are you, huh? C'mon..." Klitz encouraged you, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with a bit more pressure applied to it, now.

"I'm a mindless cumdump... All for you..." you still could barely think, on account of being so inebriated by his cock. He smiled, kissing the top of your head, "That's right, baby. You're such a good girl, baby. I'm proud of you for admitting it..."

Something about the mix of his words, the marks he left on your neck, and his fingers on your clit made the knot in your stomach get tighter as your walls clenched harder around his cock, making him groan.

"Fuck... You're so close, I can feel it. You wanna come for me, baby?" he whispered, kissing your cheek as you like at the both of you in the mirror. You nodded, tears now practically streaming down your cheeks, "Please..."

"Hmm... I dunno, how about you beg for it, pretty girl?" he requested, now having stopped both his thrusts and his movements on your clit altogether, making you sob.

"Please, please... I need it, I need you so bad... Please, Daddy, please..." you cried, your hips bucking desperately into his hand. You hadn't even realized what you said, having said all of this in the heat of the moment, but Klitz realized, and he also realized that he really, really liked hearing those words come out of your mouth.

"Say it, again."

"Daddy, please... I wanna come so badly..." you begged again, making him more satisfied and letting his thrusts resume. You nearly screamed until you went hoarse at the feeling, your legs shaking so much, you thought that you'd fall over.

Suddenly, like a tidal wave or like a car collision, your orgasm crashed through you all at once, making your eyes roll back as you trembled in his grasp and moaned loud enough for the whole party downstairs to potentially hear the two of you. Klitz then almost immediately followed after you, groaning loudly as he came, too, his cum now dripping down your thighs as he released inside of you.

After a moment of the two of you just standing there, panting as you both came down from your respective highs, he pulled out of you, putting himself back into his jeans before pulling your panties back up, so that the stickiness of his cum stayed against your cunt.

"My pretty baby..." he whispered in your ear as he kissed you all over your face.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

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[cannedbeefaroni]

I should proooooooobably make a fic masterlist haha

Edward Nashton:

The Hand That Feeds

The Bad Touch (SMUT)

Love Note

Bloodbath & Beyond (SMUT)

Drunk Walk Home

Pink in the Night (SMUT)

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Headcanons (SMUT)

Headcanons 2 (SMUT)

Cock on cock fic (SMUT)

Eddie, Burt, and Calvin headcanons (SMUT)

Soft Fuzzy Man (implied smut)

Touch Me

You're So Creepy (SMUT)

Under the Table (SMUT)

Calvin Weir-Fields

Bitchboy (SMUT)

Headcanons (SMUT)

Manipulate, Mansplain, Malewife (SMUT)

Fuck Buddies (SMUT)

Burt Fabelman

Real Men

Kissing in Cars (SMUT)

HOT DILFS IN YOUR AREA

Does Your Mother Know

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (SMUT)

Joby Taylor

Get This (SMUT)

Timothy Klitz

The Birds and the Bees (SMUT but only in part 2)

NSFW Alphebet (SMUT)

Brat (SMUT)

Louis Ives

Pretty

Eli Sunday

Confessional (SMUT)

NSFW Alphabet (SMUT)

[littleoddwriter]

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ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

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Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[abrcmswrld]

My Request Info!

The Basics…

What I Will Write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Character x GN!reader OR Character x Fem!reader

Your average fic content

What I won’t write:

Incest

Bestiality

Underage Content/Ships

Scat/urine play

Character x Character

Character x Male!reader

See Notes Below*

Paul Dano Characters…

* aged up only

Edward Nashton (The Batman), Jay (Okja), Burt Fabelman (The Fabelmans), Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks), Percy Dolarhyde (Cowboys & Aliens), Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood), Dwayne Hoover* (Little Miss Sunshine), Timothy Klitz (The Girl Next Door), Joby Taylor (For Ellen), Seth (Looper), Brian (Fast Food Nation), Brian Weathersby (Gigantic), Pierre Bezukhov (War and Peace)

Lewis Pullman Characters…

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range), Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick), Miles Miller (Bad Times at the El Royale)

Josh Hutcherson Characters...

Mike Schmidt (Five Nights at Freddy's), Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Notes…

While my request are currently open, that is subject to change at a later date.

I cannot guarantee a time frame in which requests will be fulfilled as I work a full-time job, but I will work to get them done at a decent pace.

Any request sent in is up to my discretion, if I am not comfortable with a request I reserve the right to choose not to fulfill it.*

[danosrosegarden]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spockiguess]

Spitfire || Joby Taylor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Smut

Tags: Multiple Orgasms, Hitachi Wand, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Use of pet name “good girl”

Notes: Lord mercy, this one was quick. Started it late last night and just finished it today. I included the “use of pet name” thing because I know some of y’all aren’t into that, so I’d rather you know it gets used than be smacked in the face with it later on. 

Also, this fic is dedicated to: Bonnie and Asmy, the biggest danonation whores. [thumbs up] There was a severe lack of Joby fics so I decided to make one myself. Hopefully it isn’t complete dogshit. Message me if there are any mistakes. 

Chunky pleather boots strutted down cracked concrete, shaking the ground with unparalleled confidence. A black wool turtleneck dress hugged your curves, and oversized circular sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your genuine emotions were hidden from the random passerby who swerved around you, some looking back either in jealousy or curiosity. 

Your bright pink oval earrings swung in motion with your mighty gate as you stepped through the small diner's doors, the bell above ringing and drawing all eyes. You were perfectly unbothered, used to the attention, as you seated yourself at the linoleum counter. 

“Could I have a coffee,” You looked over a laminated menu, tapping it on the counter before adding, “Oh, and some sugar, too, please?” You smiled at the ghoulish waitress, probably at the tail end of her night shift, as the clock neared 6:30. 

The waitress grabbed a pot with a nod and poured a tall glass of joe, handing you the cup with a couple of packets of Sweet’N Low. 

“Thanks.” You flashed a friendly smile to which the waitress tried to respond as earnestly as possible, her smile not reaching her eyes. 

Ripping the little packets, you poured them into your coffee, swishing the drink due to a lack of utensils. Luckily, the waitress noticed and handed you a spoon. 

“Thank you.” She shrugged wordlessly, her smile just a bit more spirited. 

Mixing the artificial sweetener, you took the time to examine your surroundings, admiring the quaint diner, its aesthetic planted firmly in the past. Its walls were a robin's egg blue with a checkerboard detailing plastered across its entire bottom half. 

Old movie posters littered the walls, all classic romances. Casablanca, The Philadelphia Story, and Singin’ In The Rain, one of your favorites, were just a couple. You had always admired old romance movies, the dream-like quality they had, the utter fantasies they were. They were always a nice break from the angsty monotony of life.

As you admire the hand-painted posters, you can feel a set of eyes burning into your being, and a quick swivel of the head allows you to find the perpetrator. 

A tall, stringy man sat at the opposite end of the counter, slick hair and painted nails; oh, you recognized his type, your type to be exact. The stranger’s green eyes were too caught up in looking you up and down, but you savored the attention for a moment. 

Finally, he realized he had been caught and gave you a sheepish smile, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. The two of you stayed like that, staring each other down, urging one of you to make the first move. 

The man relented quickly, not the patient type, hopping off his stool, crossing over to you, and taking a seat. 

You spoke as you brought the coffee to your lips, “Hello, stranger.” He chuckled, inching closer. 

“Hey, stranger.” He teasingly emphasized the last word as he watched you intently, totally enraptured. His voice was soft yet raspy, and the sound sent shivers down your spine, so you sparked more conversation just to hear it. 

“What’s someone like you doing in a place like this so early in the morning?” Again, he laughed, tapping a couple of fingers on the counter to craft a simple melody. 

“You, uh, you totally stole my line there.” Both of you laughed, and when you faced him, you knew loads of trouble were to come. That was your curse, and you had long come to terms with it, relinquishing your hopes of a fulfilling relationship with your early Hollywood romance movies. Sometimes you envisioned yourself as a Judy Garland, clumsily navigating your life while trying your hardest to come across as a Greta Garbo or Diahann Carroll, dreaming of being a Carmen Jones. 

It always ended with a messy split or a crazy ex who’d never stop calling until you placed a couple of restraining orders, and you knew this man was going to be one of these, but hey, you could never deny the short-lived fun they’d bring. 

“I know. I read your mind, and let me tell you, I never wanna do it again.” The man smiled, showing his crooked front teeth, oddly making him more attractive. As you began to find more of these details, the odd little complexities, they endeared you to him more. His silver rings, old leather jacket, and sad eyes told you a million things. 

You wondered why his eyes carried such a weight, a maturity lacking in the general male population, and a sliver of hope grew inside you, whispering maybe he’s different. Bah, you shoved the thought away, knowing it would get you into deeper trouble than it was worth. 

“I wouldn’t want to either, some crazy shit in there,” A clock ticked somewhere in the diner, and you noticed the waitress from earlier striding out of the restaurant, her shoulders less burdened, and she cherished her temporary freedom. 

“M’here cause I’m, uh, hungover. Had a busy night.” His mischievous grin told you everything you needed to know, but still, you had the courtesy to ask.

“Busy?” You lifted an eyebrow, resting your head on your arm, looking at the menu again, scanning the items. 

“Mm, love pancakes,” You called out to the chef behind the open window looking into the kitchen, “Could I have a stack, please?” 

He answered with a sweet southern accent, “Course, darlin’. Anything else?” 

You turned to the man, ��You want anything? I’ll pay.” You had the money to spare, and honestly, he looked like he needed it. 

He perked up with a grateful look, “ Yeah, yeah, you, uh, you don’t have to do that, y’know.” Rolling your eyes, you called out again. 

“Yeah, some hash browns and toast would be great.” A simple nod from him before you tacked on, “Y’all have any jam? Can’t eat toast without jam.” You winked at the man beside you. 

“I feel the same way, kid. Momma always made toast with jam, can’t go without it now.” His wide grin was missing a couple of teeth, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. 

“Right? Toast with just butter’s too plain.” The chef heartily laughed, already preparing your food. 

“I heard that!” Your diner stranger looked at you with a sense of awe, lazily smiling and trying his damndest not to fall head over heels at that moment.

When you turned your attention back, he replied to your question, “I’m in a band, actually. Played at a small joint not too far from here.” 

“Hmm, a heartbreaker, then. I like heartbreakers.” 

Joby Taylor cautiously stepped into your highly personalized apartment, not an inch of space without something filling it. Everything was you, and Joby couldn’t help himself when he started to poke around.

Eyeing a picture of you and your friends, he yelled out into the house, “Hey, 'm here.” He fiddled with a random dino figure, knocking it over and hurriedly, if not messily, trying to put it back without misplacing anything else. 

“In my bedroom! Bathroom, actually.” Before finding your room, he wandered around your house before finding the bedroom door, crossing the boundary and smelling your vanilla soap seep from under your bathroom door. 

Clothes, books, and movies were strewn around your room, some of the films perched in a dangerous tower that threatened to spill over at any minute. Posters and pictures, signs of a life more eventful than Joby’s, were everywhere. Bands, friends and family, parties and vacations, recurring individuals alongside one-timers. 

Joby couldn’t help his nosiness, only pausing when you came out clad in a small towel that left little to the imagination. You and Joby had only been friends for the past couple of weeks, with you having decided it was better even though you really wanted the opposite. Joby understood, grateful for the change of pace and enjoying the wholesome moments you spent together. 

Joby forgot what it was like, to experience a relationship, to know a person before you jump into bed with them. He knew the fights, anger, and sex, but he didn’t know those small instances he frequently found himself dwelling on. 

Recently, you two had gone to a park at your request, and Joby was unexpectedly happy to oblige. Luckily, it was summer in Chicago, and while that didn't mean all sun and heat, it did mean seventy-degree weather, warm enough for a stroll. 

Your warm hand held his cool one, rubbing your thumb along his bony knuckles as you giggled at kids playing a game in the distance. It was scenic, something he had only seen in movies up until that point. 

He watched you, your laughter pure joy, resting your head on Joby’s shoulder. “I want to have kids someday,” You said dreamily. 

This statement made Joby pause. He remembered Ellen. Her bright blue eyes, chubby cheeks, and soft, lullaby-like voice. 

“What’s wrong?” You had asked, your worry visible in how your brows stitched together, creasing your forehead. 

Joby waved the thoughts away, opting to continue his probing as you dried your hair with another towel, digging in a pile of clothes for your next runway-ready outfit. 

He had to admit, your style was undeniable. You wore almost everything and did so flawlessly. You turned holey, long-forgotten pieces of fabric into memorable statements; you rocked vintage pieces, looking like a modern Grace Jones or Twiggy. 

One of his favorite things about you was your attention to detail. It showed in your fashion, art, writing, gifts, and most importantly, how you showed affection. Joby had revealed that he wasn’t used to your sweet touches. He only knew the extremes. 

You were overtly affectionate, touching him constantly, grounding him to reality when his mind started to drift. He loved it. He loved when you’d climb into his lap while you two watched movies and rest your head against his neck, feeling your warm breath. He loved when you’d hold his face in your hands or crawl behind him while he played guitar and wrap your arms around his waist. 

Now you watched him incredulously, “Why are you going through my shit?” It was light-hearted, and Joby just shrugged and mumbled gibberish.

As he rifled through drawers and you started to warn him against the one he was nearing, he opened it, eyes widening at its contents. He laughed, turning his head to look back at you, “Filthy, filthy girl.” 

Your cheeks reddened as you rushed to close it, but he kept you away with his long arms and an abnormal amount of strength. He grabbed the item, holding it up to the world, showing the spirits one of your dirtiest secrets. 

Joby waved it above your head, and you struggled to reach it, clamoring against his body for the object. 

“Must’ve paid a good buck for this, huh?” It was a Hitachi Magic Wand, well, a knockoff since they stopped producing them a while ago, but the same in shape and function. Joby had to admit that it turned him on, knowing you had probably used it countless times, cumming on all over it. 

The image of you sprawled on your bed, legs spread and your hands wrapped around the toy, shaking and trying to be quiet but failing. You’d be dripping onto the bed, chest heaving, and head thrown back. 

Your voice shook him from his sinful imagination, “Joby, this is really not funny!” Your towel was starting to slip now, and more of your chest was beginning to show, spurring Joby on. 

“I bet I could drive you crazy with this thing.” You blinked, stunned by his comment. Joby was about to backtrack when you pulled away, hiding your face in your hands. This was something you always did when you got too flustered to function, most of the time when Joby would whisper something in your ear, always alluding but never stating. 

After a couple of minutes, you spoke through soft laughter, “You are such an asshole.” Inwardly, Joby sighed in relief, knowing he hadn’t crossed the line just yet. Still, he wanted to see how far he could push it until you snapped.

Joby pulled you back in, grabbing your chin so you’d look up at him, “What, scared I’m right?” You buried into Joby’s neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting the towel fall to the floor. 

Something inside you shifted, and you were ready for the trouble now. You couldn’t let Joby have all the fun. 

“Maybe. But you’ll have to prove it either way.” This was all he needed to hear before he tossed the toy onto the mattress, taking you in his arms and resting his hands on your full hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh. 

His mouth went straight for yours, pulling you closer and holding on tight. Joby’s tongue traced along your lips, asking permission before you readily accepted, opening your mouth for his moaning at the feeling of his tongue against yours. 

Joby groaned hearing your noises, so whiny and unsteady, opposite your usual collected demeanor. His hands roamed farther, grabbing the meat of your ass and squeezing, causing your legs to shake, trying to keep yourself upright. 

Slowly, he walked, pushing you to the edge of the bed before you fell on it with a light bounce. He didn’t let up for a minute, however, crawling up the length of your body, saving the memory of your curves for later. 

One of his hands grabbed your breast, massaging it as you two kissed again, while his other hand kept him from falling on top of you. His head trailed down to your neck, sucking a hickey into the skin before biting, making your entire body jump. 

You moaned loudly, the noise filling Joby’s head, pushing away all coherent thought and giving him more confidence. He laved over the mark with his tongue, kissing it one last time before making his way down. 

He kissed down your sternum, chest, and stomach until he reached where your legs were firmly crossed. He tsked, running a hand along your thigh, squeezing before smacking its side, watching it jiggle. 

You yelped as you felt a gush of wetness leak out and stain the sheets, and unconsciously, your legs opened. 

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Your face heated at the name, looking away to try and get your head right. 

Joby switched his attention, “Hey, what happened to the little spitfire I knew?” You shook your head, still not daring to meet his gaze. 

“Mm, you’re usually such a brat. I’ve barely touched you, and now you’re suddenly shy?” He tsked again, leaning back on his haunches and getting off of the bed. 

“Can’t have you not wanting this, y’know? Who would I be to force you into-” 

“Wait! What do I have to do?” Joby’s ears perked up. Hook, line, and sinker. 

“Gotta hear how bad you want it.” The words were almost a whisper, but he knew you heard him loud and clear with how you hid your face again. Joby knew you needed some extra encouragement and took to rubbing a gentle hand against your legs, kissing right above your pubic bone and lavishing you with kisses. 

The sensation was beginning to overwhelm you and rewire your thoughts, so from behind hiding hands, you muttered, “Please.” 

“Hmm?” Joby hummed, the feeling sending hot bolts of electricity up your spine. It irritated you knowing Joby could get you wrapped around his finger so quickly, get you to do whatever he wanted. But it also excited you, giving all of that power to him, letting him take the reigns. 

You spoke clearly now, grabbing Joby’s wandering hands and running them up your body, “I want you, Joby.” The phrase made Joby’s neglected cock jump in his restrictive pants, but he ignored it, for the most part, instead wanting to lavish you with care. 

“Good girl.” You opened for him, wider than before, wanting to hear the name more. Joby’s pupils blew out seeing you spread for him, your slick dripping from your pussy, and your entire body thrumming. 

He ran a thumb along your wet folds, dipping in to circle your clit with the calloused skin, finally delivering that sweet relief you needed. Joby spread your wetness around, watching intently and unbelievably turned on. 

After what felt like ages, Joby spread you open and licked a hot stripe from your hole to your clit, latching on and sucking while he shoved a finger in to the knuckle, twisting upward to find that spot. 

Your back arched off of the bed as you were extremely sensitive, especially since you’ve been waiting for a moment like this ever since you met Joby in that diner. Your moans were like music to Joby’s ears, making him ravish you like a man starved as he pushed in another finger. The slide was smooth, and you easily opened up for him, but he knew you’d be tight whenever he would fuck you.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, all of Joby’s movements abruptly stopped as he looked up at you, slick coating his mouth and chin, “So good for me, baby. So good.” You whined at the praise, “You think it’s time your little friend joined us?” His tone was dark and full of lust. 

You had forgotten about the toy already, too caught up in the moment to realize it was just a couple of feet away, sitting right next to Joby. The thought of Joby using it on you made your heart jump; you hadn’t ever used it with another person. 

The idea was too exciting to give up, however, and through a moan, you nodded, “Yes. Please.” That wicked smile returned as he grabbed it, untangling the long cord and leaving the bed to plug it into a nearby outlet. 

He watched as the toy buzzed to life with the click of a button, the smooth head spinning. Seeing this in itself was erotic, and he realized then the appeal of these things. 

Watching Joby hold your toy, something you had used to cum so many times, made another rush of wetness seep out, and you tried to relieve the tension by rubbing your legs together. Joby noticed, turning the toy and holding your legs apart with solid arms. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seeing the way you squirmed under him, calling out for him with every inch of your body, was a huge ego boost, and Joby knew you’d be the death of him. 

“I need, I need you.” Again, another huge ego boost, which just made Joby cockier, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to be too upset. 

“Aw, don’t worry, baby, m’right here.” His finger traced along your cunt, making you involuntarily twitch. 

Joby couldn’t keep you waiting, though, too excited to see how you’d respond and if he could make you break with just the right amount of teasing. 

So, the toy pulsed back to life, and Joby brought the head to your clit, pressing firmly. When you arched off the bed this time, Joby held your hips down to keep you in place, loving how you tried to wriggle from his grasp, not being able to decide to push into the sensation or pull away from it. 

He drank you in for the next couple of minutes before suddenly snatching the toy away, your orgasm being denied once again. Your whine was high and pathetic; Joby loved it. He loved seeing how you were starting to lose your grip and submit to him completely. Even though you whined, you didn’t complain, waiting eagerly for his next move. 

Joby looked the wand up and down, turning it over in his hand and finding the buttons, “This thing’s got levels, right?” You nodded. “Hmph,” Was all that left his mouth before he pressed the button a couple of times, jumping from a slow rhythm to a breakneck pulse. 

The head returned to your clit with a new intensity that made you scream out Joby’s name and wrench your hands into the sheets. Your orgasm was hastily approaching now, and you could feel it start to turn over in your stomach, moving further down your gut. 

Joby was just about to pull it away when you came, the scream caught in your throat and your entire body shaking. Even though it hadn’t gone exactly to plan, he still loved how you yelled out from him, not even caring about who might hear you. 

He also loved seeing how you came down, dazed and lightheaded, with a goofy smile as you sank into the bed, content and still experiencing the aftershocks. 

“Good girl.” Joby hummed, kissing the insides of your legs and licking you up, savoring your taste. One of your hands found its way into his hair, tugging from the overstimulation. Still, Joby didn’t let up, bringing the toy back just as quickly as it left, even more intense than before. 

“Not gonna let you get off that easy.” The wand made you jump and try to pull away, but Joby yanked you back down the bed, not letting you escape the stimulation even for a minute. 

At first, it hurt a little, but the pain quickly subsided in favor of a mind-melting pleasure, leaving you a blubbering mess. This was what Joby had wanted to see the entire time; you unraveled before him, all because of him. 

Because you had just cum, your second climax hit you like a truck, ripping through you and leaving you an incoherent puddle. Joby threw the toy aside and licked at you, fingering you and pushing you through another orgasm. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if anyone had ever made you cum this many times, much less make it so intense. Joby’s fingers and mouth worked you through the second one, even though it felt like your fourth. 

Slowly, he pulled away, staring at the cum leaking from your cunt. He licked the excess of his fingers and liked how you watched him and squeaked out a light moan. 

Joby crawled back up your body, kissing you and sharing your taste, something you both found delightfully erotic. The rough denim of his jeans ground against your crotch, and you mewled, already wiped. 

“Mm, think you’re up for another round?”