#toxicbrothel

[toxicbrothel]

No worries if ur not doing povs anymore buuuuut

Muehehehehe

POV

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you whispered.

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

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

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

“Uncle Tommy?” you asked

“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured. 

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

“Ohh I know, baby.” 

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

“Can you fix it?” you asked. 

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

“Fuck,” tommy whispered. 

“What?” you asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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[toxicanonymity]

i may have just visited the brothel (didn't know about it before as i am new) and...

GIRL TALK!?!?!?!

that was sweet and beautiful and sexy and just perfect 💋

do u take requests at the brothel? like a raider!joel, sweet pea, raider!carter and his gf love square 😭😭 obvi non canon (cos my husband joel be the possessive type lmao)

The brothel does have its own inbox on @toxicbrothel! 🖤 I try to focus on real fics, but sometimes I need a little break or am struggling, and taking a turn on toxicbrothel helps get the juices flowing 😏 Ty for reading!!

[noxturnalnymph]

out of context line challenge

thanks for the tag Kate!! @burntheedges

the rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your unposted WIP with zero context.

“I'm not here to play games, Sheriff. I don’t need your affection or your respect, I came up here for one thing and it’s in your pants. Are you gonna give it to me or not?”

np tagging: @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @toxicbrothel @covetyou @gasolinerainbowpuddles @ozarkthedog @smok3r7

[toxicbrothel]

river of dreams.

2k, noncanon raider!joel x f!reader x carter (oc)

mood board does not depict reader. ty @patti7dc for the pic

summary: you have a dream where you fall into a river and joel and carter have to warm you up. warnings: I8+, MFM, p in v intercourse, grinding, cream pie, cum play, cum eating, oral f receiving kind of, kinda dubcon for Carter? He's following orders at first, Joel carries reader. unedited - prying myself away in hopes I'll write something real. a/n: something possessed me to expound on the non-canonical camping dream in depth: what if you have the dream again, and you don't wake up until it's over?

You drink a special tea, and when you drift off to sleep, you have an absurdly detailed dream. In the dream, you're traveling with Joel and Carter. It's winter and you're crossing a river when you slip and fall into it. The water is nearly freezing. It's only a few seconds before Joel pulls you out, but your clothes are soaked. Once you get onto dry land, you're so cold you can barely move enough to walk. Joel has to carry you.  Joel sees a clearing ahead and tells Carter, "Go. Make a fire. Go!" 

Carter runs ahead and makes the fire. He sets up camp as quickly as possible, unrolling your sleeping bag while Joel strips you down. Carter lays your wet clothes and shoes on a log near the fire to dry, then boils some water.  Joel is trying everything to warm you up. He takes his own shirt off his back and puts it on you. His socks too. He wraps you in a blanket. You're still shivering. 

Carter is going through your pack looking for dry clothes, then he sees how desperate Joel is looking at you and suggests "you should get in the bag.  Naked, she needs your body heat." 

"Yeah," Joel agrees hesitantly. 

In the sleeping bag, you're facing Joel. You wrap an arm over him and he hugs you tight with your tits pressed against his chest. He puts a leg over yours. You're still shivering. Joel keeps saying "gonna be okay, sweet pea" and rubbing your arms. His cock is warm and hardens against you, but he ignores it and stays focused on your warmth. 

Joel hugs you for a few minutes, then Carter brings over a cup of boiled water for you. He tastes it himself to make sure it isn't too hot, then crouches down by the sleeping bag. You roll onto your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. Joel does too and takes the cup. He brings it to your lips. Carter tries not to look at your tits. Instead he looks at Joel, and how concerned he is. You try to take the cup from Joel to finish the water yourself but your hands are still too numb and you can't grip it. In desperation, Joel looks at Carter, tugs the zipper, and says, "get in here." 

Carter hesitates.

"Now.  She needs the heat." 

Carter puts down the cup, takes off his shoes, and starts to get in, then Joel says "take your clothes off, ya said it yourself." 

"Joel, i–"

"Just do it, Carter." 

Carter takes off his shirt, then crouches down trying to get in view of your face. He looks at you and asks, "do you want-"

Joel cuts him off- "I said now."

You nod to reassure Carter. Carter glances at you a few times as he takes his pants off. He starts to get into the bag in his boxers and Joel says, "everything."

"Y-you sure, Joel?" He asks as he follows the orders. Joel nudges the bag's zipper down as an answer. The air is cold on your back for a moment until Carter gets in and zips the double bag again. 

"C'mere," Joel beckons him, reaching over you to pull Carter closer by his shoulder. Carter presses his chest against your back. It's warm and soft. Joel's hand moves to Carter's tricep and puts Carter's arm over you. Carter awkwardly drapes his wrist over Joel's waist. 

Carter is keeping his crotch a respectful inch or two away from you, but Joel pulls him closer.  That's when the warm shape of Carter's dick presses against your ass and his soft curls brush your skin. You and Carter both flinch. He settles in against you. He's not hard, not yet. But after a minute, you suppose he can't help it, his body pressed all the way against yours. He clears his throat as his cock swells against your crack. It makes you wet and you feel guilty.  It feels strange, having Carter hug you like Joel does every night. 

"Can I turn around?" You ask Joel."

"Can ya turn around?"

"He's in your spot," you whine. 

"Ok, sweet pea." Joel backs up enough for you to turn over and face Carter. You and Carter exchange a glance. His lips look red and swollen in the firelight. His cheeks are flushed. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. You didn't think it through. You put your arms in front of your chest but Joel takes your top hand and drapes it over Carter's waist before bringing Carter's arm over you again and pulling him tight. "Keep your chest warm," Joel whispers into your hair. 

Carter's cock presses against your mound and you gasp through your nose. He pulls his hips back. His heart pounds against you. You push your ass back into Joel and Joel returns the push with his hard cock. Then Joel wedges his hand between you and Carter and covers your mound. 

Carter's breath falters as his erection hits Joel's cool knuckles. Joel freezes. For a moment no one moves.  Then Joel acts like it's not even there. Joel lightly rubs your clit which makes the back of his hand graze Carter's hard dick. 

"Uh," Carter searches for words. "I should. . ." 

"S'okay " Joel whispers into your hair, unclear about who he's talking to. 

"Sorry," Carter stumbles.  

Joel shushes him, then asks, “you ok sweet pea?" 

"y-yeah," you whisper, more than okay, but you could never say that. 

You shiver, not in cold but in pleasure. Joel grinds his cock against your ass and slides his hand down further to tease your moist hole with his middle finger, bringing some of your ample slick up to your clit.  They hold you like that for a minute and you can barely take the tension. 

Your hips tilt, and Joel murmurs, "good girl, you're okay." Joel brings his hand back behind you to put his cock between your legs. Carter's hard dick rests against your mound and lower belly for a moment until he pulls his hips back and Joel returns his hand to your front. Joel thrusts forward, wedging his cock between your thighs, sliding against your dripping folds. Your nipples harden with a rush of arousal. Joel slides his cock against you a few times. You're wetter and wetter with the head of his cock rubbing against your clit and meeting his hand on the other side. Then he uses his fingers to nudge the head into your entrance. With Joel's tip nestled just inside, you twitch in anticipation and can't help but push back.

Joel holds onto Carter's back for leverage and pushes into you with a deep sigh muffled in your hair. You bite your lip to try to keep from moaning as you're filled with Joel's rigid cock, and your hard nipples lightly drag an inch or two up Carter's chest from the force.  You glance up and Carter's eyes are pinched shut. His arousal twitches against your clit and you whimper, "Joel," tilting your head back against him as he slowly withdraws half his length. 

“Mmm,” he fills you up again. He stays mostly inside and fucks you in short pulses, with his  tip dragging against a special spot inside you and Carter's cock pressing against your clit and mound. You imagine their balls are touching when Joel bottoms out. 

It's ethereal and overwhelming. You’re in the sleeping bag, nestled between Carter and Joel with all three of your bodies growing sweaty. 

Joel's thick cock moves at a slow rhythm, drafting thickly inside you, and he brings his hand to your thigh. Your hips are rocking into Carter at the same rhythm. Carter puts a hand on your hip, squeezing you as you grind against his cock. He breathes heavily.  Joel has killed men for much less, but in this realm, there are no rules.  You're just three bodies in a sleeping bag, and the lining is growing damp with sweat and steam. By now, you're warmer than warm. Your chest, breasts, and cheeks are on fire. 

The fire crackles and pops, under the rhythmic squelch of Joel's cock inside you and the heavy breaths from all three of you. Carter lets out soft grunts as you move against him. He's so erect it must be painful, pressed against your skin. Your skin is smooth and slippery with sweat.  Their muscular bodies hug your curves. Joel's sounds are quiet but deep and primal as he fucks you from behind. You can picture his nose twitching with his eyes pinched shut as his hips move, burying his cock deep inside you where it belongs. 

They both hold you still, but Joel's thrusts are still sending you up, and the higher you grind against Carter's shaft, the closer his tip gets, until it's right there against your clit. Your walls spasm and Joel growls, "good girl," in your ear.  

Carter shudders with a tattered sigh. He cums against you, coating your mound and clit with his warm spend. Each pulse nudges your clit, drawing your own climax out longer. 

Joel breathes heavily into your ear and whispers, "Feel so good, sweet pea," still fucking you. As Carter finishes, his cum trickles down your clit to Joel's cock. 

You sigh, and finally Joel can't hold off any longer. He groans as he bottoms out, then pulses. Carter winces as your clit pulses against his oversensitive cock. Joel grabs your breast, the back of his hand flush with Carter's chest. Joel gropes you and fills you up, fucking some of Carter's cum into you as he does it. You moan as you flutter around Joel's cock, and the moment seems to last forever -- you can feel every beat of Joel's heart, every little pulse of every vein of his cock. And you can feel Carter's heartbeat, too, and his cock and cum against your skin.

Joel stays inside when he's finished. 

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With his cock still inside you, Joel begins to wrap his arm around you, wedging his hand between you and Carter. Right away, his fingers graze the sticky mess on your skin and he inhales sharply. Joel props himself up on his elbow, then grips Carter's jaw, making his mouth open.  Carter waits, frozen.  Joel presses his thumb between Carter's lips and down onto his tongue, wiping his cum onto it. 

"Clean up your mess," Joel commands, then releases his mouth. 

Carter nudges the zipper of the bag down to make room. Joel has one arm under you and his forearm crossing your breasts. He holds you against himself and with his other hand, nudges Carter's head down.  Carter obediently moves down so his head is below your abdomen. He's curled over on his knees and Joel is holding you mostly face up for him. He glances up at Joel, then dips his tongue into his cum on your mound.  He laps it up slowly and thoroughly, planting his lips and sucking from below your belly button down to your clit, making you twitch around Joel's cock as you feel a other one building. His tongue swirls and presses hard against your skin until he's gotten as much as he can. He licks along the side of your clit, finding some of his cum in the crevasse, then you whine, "Joel," feeling yourself on the edge again. 

Carter pulls his head back as Joel reaches down to cup your mound. His hips push him a little deeper inside you and his fingers rest firm on your clit as your body jerks and you cum on his cock again.  You whimper through your waves of pleasure and Joel whispers, "good girl."

When you're finished, the three of you lie there and Joel asks, "you warm?"

"Mm-hm," you nod. 

"I'll start dinner," Carter offers and Joel lets him out of the bag. 

While Carter gets dressed, Joel holds you for another minute then slides out of you.

—--

Joel dresses you, and he gets dressed, too. Carter makes dinner and you eat in silence around the fire. 

When Joel goes to piss, Carter waits until he's out of earshot and lowers his voice. “Ya know, I never woulda–if Joel hadn’t–".

“Don’t hafta talk about it,” you interrupt. 

Carter looks at you. You can see he’s trying to make eye contact, but you don’t.  He swallows and nods. “Right." He gets even quieter. "Okay.”

After a moment of silence, he opens his mouth like he's going to say something, but doesn't. You finally look at him, and he whispers, "thing is–" and the way he's looking at you, you know what he's about to say. "I kinda–"

"-Carter-"

"-Liked it."  He raises his brows for a moment, then looks down and scratches the back of his neck.  "And if I act like I didn't, it's 'cause-"

"I get it." 

Carter nods, you nod, and there's a silent agreement.

—-

Then you wake up. 

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Later in the same hypothetical universe: Stinger

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Thank you for reading and compartmentalizing. It's a fic of a fic of a fic.

[toxicbrothel]

kinktober

Dr. Rock came up with a teambuilding exercise — Making a kinktober prompt list. Vamp was the only one to show interest, asking, “like, stuff we wanna do?” Slasher agreed to join his buddy. Now they're working on a list that no one is going to use. Slasher is at the whiteboard ready to write down Vamp’s ideas, which he’s brainstormed in his notebook.

“Happy ending,” Vampire suggests.

“Nice." slasher writes it, then chuckles, “As long as it’s not from Masseur Joel, right?” Vamp looks confused. Slasher corrects himself, “whatever you’re into, buddy.”

Emboldened, vamp goes again: “Stargazing.”

“Ehhh,” slasher says. “Does it turn you on?”

"Turns my heart on," vamp shrugs. "So yeah"

“Alright,” Slasher writes it small off to the side with a laugh, then takes his own turn, writing Daddy.

Vamp’s turn: “candle-lit bath.”

Slasher thinks for a second. “Hot wax?” Vampire shakes his head. Slasher continues, “What if she likes hot wax? Only one way to find out.”

“Ok,” Vamp gets out his phone and starts texting.

“No, I meant–forget it. did you write any--lemme see that," Slasher says as he takes the notebook. He whispers as he reads. “not a kink, not a kink,” then he looks impressed and nods, "alright." He writes adult breastfeeding on the board.

“i never put that!” Vampire protests, shrinking into his cardigan, cheeks turning pink.

“Nipple … sucking,” slasher reads out of the notebook. “Same thing.”

[bonezone44]

Raider: why ya always gotta hold the murderin' and pillagin' against me, huh? what about all the good I do? I didn't kill your ol' boyfriend, now did I?

Sweet Pea: ...yeah... you did kill him....

Raider: oh shit... well! ... I let you keep the dog, didn't I?! Nah how 'bout that? Do I get credit enough for that?

Sweat Pea: *sighs*.... yeah, i guess you're right.

Raider: *mumbling* damn right, i'm right..... now come on and suck me off while I clean my gun.

( @toxicbrothel )

[toxicbrothel]

Raider (Joel's Version)

2. Going with Joel

"No warnings". Prev: Day 1 - the raid.

You look at the body on the floor, and raider Joel gently gently turns your face back toward him.

“I'm taking you with me,” he announces. “It's for your own good," then under his breath, "so it's not kidnapping.”

Your eyes widen. “You're taking me?”

“Don't be scared, sweet pea. I'll protect you, take care of you, and make you cum a lot. If ya want.”

Joel drags Jack's body out of the room. Some guy shows up at the door and looks at you. “She's mine,” Joel says, then punches him in the throat. The guy chokes and stumbles away, and Joel says "Wait. Take this body with you.”

For the van ride, Joel blindfolds you and puts you on his lap. When you feel his huge dick getting hard, you bite your lip and do the slightest wiggle of your hips. He whispers, "Give it to ya later, baby. If ya want."

[toxicbrothel]

Raider (Joel’s Version)

Raider really wishes he never hurt sweet pea and he's doing his own fic of his fic now 🥺

1. Day 1 - at the raid

A group of bad guys is pulling you away with them on the hill, planning to hurt you and be mean with you. Joel yells, “Drop her.” They invite him to join, but Joel mows them down with his gun instead. You cover your ears and when all the guys are dead around you, Joel puts his gun around his back and jogs up the hill to you. You start to run away and he says “ain't gonna hurt ya sweet pea,” then he never does. He crouches down to check you for injuries. You hug your arms around his neck and he picks you up. He takes you inside and introduces you to Carter. Then he puts you in a room and says you can take a nap on the mattress while he gets rid of the bodies. He also says, “if you feel like sucking my dick later, I understand. there will be plenty of time for that, but only if you really want.”

A bratty boy named jack demands to see you. Joel takes him to you and says, “what do you think, sweet pea? Is he still your boyfriend?” You hesitate and Joel says, “Just kidding,” and shoots jack. “I would never make you choose.” You frown, and for a moment Joel wonders if he should feel bad. “I'm sorry, sweet pea” he says, “I should've made you close your ears.”

Part 2: Going with Joel

[toxicbrothel]

name change

The boys are meeting. Vampire wants to change his name. He doesn’t like the connotations.

"That word isn't even in the fic," he explains. “They picture some bad, aggressive guy in a cape."

Slasher starts to say something. Night Walks cuts him off. “I get it, man. But I like the name. It’s a nice surprise what a cool trendy guy you are.”

Vampire is pensive. “But with the warnings, it looks so dark.” He lists them, “Kidnapping?? Dubcon by captivity? I sound like a monster.”

“No ya don't,” Raider offers. “Sounds like ya got a happy reader.”

The men murmur in agreement, then Slasher blurts out, “Ya did kidnap her, didn't ya?”

Vampire looks distressed. The heels of his palms come to his temples. "That makes it sound so violent.”

“i thought you chloroformed her and put her in the back of your station wagon with your superstrength,” Slasher says. “And it was badass.”

Vampire takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then opens them and mutters, “I had to.”

“I know ya did,” Raider says. “But we ain't gonna shake that warning, brother.”

“Yeah, he tried that,” Night Walks recalls. “Wanted it to at least say, for her own good."

[milla-frenchy]

@toxicbrothel 😁

Fanfic writers when they don't want to deal with canon

[toxicbrothel]

POV 😳

This cozy cabin felt like a godsend when they found it, but now it's doing something to Joel. It must feel too domestic here. It's an unwelcomed reminder of what life could be like. That's not how life is anymore. Life is full of men and violence now. Devoid of comforts. That's Joel's comfort zone - never getting too comfortable. He doesn't want more. Consciously, at least. It was just a dream, Joel tells himself for the hundredth time this morning. Just a dream where... Carter was a girl. Still tall with short blonde hair, but there was a softness to him ... to her. It was a dream where Carter snuggled up to him on the sofa and Joel felt the warmth of a woman, and she looked up at him with sultry eyes. A dream where they almost kissed. And now Joel can't unsee something about Carter's deep blue eyes, or the shape of his lips. He has to stop thinking about it. It'll wear off. Just a dream. It's the cabin messing with his head. They're going to have to move on...but not yet, it's too cold.

[toxicbrothel]

Stepd*d

The guys are all hanging out after Dr. Rock's fic assignment. Stepdad muses, “Ok. Raid went back to part 1. Can I go like 5-10 years back?”

No one speaks. Off camera, a producer whispers, “Wouldn't she be in high school?” The room explodes in cross talk. “That ain't cool man” “Gross” “BRO” “Are you tryin to get canceled?” “so fucked up” “Someone call Dr rock.”

Stepdad’s face goes white. “Jesus, not--God! I wanna go back and never marry her mom”

Trouble laughs, “I don't think so, marty mcfly.”

"but if I get divorced they'll still call me stepdad joel”

“You can't undo the whole premise of your fic, man. No one's gonna read it.”

“So?” Stepdad asks. "This is for ourselves."

Night walks stands up, takes a joint from behind his ear, and mutters, “you should get reader pregnant,” as he walks off. Vampire and Slasher look at each other like, where did that come from? Then Slasher remembers, “OH–Step, you got mail, buddy."

Stepdad sighs. “Probably just a load inquiry.”

Slasher opens the mail. "Uh, yeah. Big Daddy. He wants your whole meal plan”

[toxicbrothel]

POV

f!reader x Donald Pierce (Logan 2017 villain)

I8+ Dark fic, captivity, noncon touching

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

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

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

The nurse thanks him and walks toward the exit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most of my fics are on main, @toxicanonymity

[toxicrecs]

It's impossible to keep up with all the kinktober fics, so this is it, I'm giving my rose to Jizz Fingers, the splorgimum of my dreams. Mr. Ben might be my favorite form of his so far. Jizz Fingers is welcome at the @toxicbrothel any time.

I laughed, I cried, my heart rate spiked at the oxford comma comment. . . and my heart swelled when Mr. Ben admitted he put together the egg contents himself. JIZZ FINGERS IS MY LIFE NOW.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 🎃💦 ∘₊✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟜 ✧₊∘

@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 4: Overstimulation, Oviposition/Egglaying, Human Urinal

𝐄𝐠𝐠-𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Jɪᴢᴢ Fɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

| PAIRING(s): splorgimum!Mr. Ben x reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 1.3k | CONTENT: crackfic, academic foreplay, eggs, erotic filming | SYNOPSIS: Mr. Ben is down bad for you. Deadass.

“I know you said our sex organs are compatible but our hormones and liquids aren’t, but can’t we try something new? Something fun and, like, ovum adjacent?” you pout.

“I guess I could  figure something out if that’s what you really want,” splorgimum Mr. Ben agrees. “I love that adjective usage, baby. Have you been reading that Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary I got you?”

He licks his lips as he palms himself. It was kinda a weird kink of his, but it made sense for a teacher, you suppose. You just hope this wasn’t going to veer into Geometric Proofs again unless he was going to tessellate that cock into your pussy.

“Yeah, I bookmarked it at defenestration,” you purr with a sultry emphasis on the window ejection term.

He shuts his eyes and groans as he grabs at himself through his dark gray dress slacks. “God, you know what vocabulary does to me. Say something else.”

“Nomenclature,” you hum seductively.

Mr. Ben grunts. “Fuck, say something else. More.”

You walk your knees across the bed to him and lean into his ear.

“Antidisestablishmentarianism,” you say in a tantalizing hush.

Mr. Ben’s hips jerk as he grunts at your foreplay.

“You wanna hear me talk about the Dewey Decimal System?” you coo as you run a hand up his chest.

He looks up to the ceiling as if he’s trying to hold it together and is barely hanging on by a thread. “If you start talking about proprietary library classification systems, I’m not gonna last,” he breathes out heavily.

“Then let’s stop talking, and let’s start fucking,” you suggest with a lewd tug at his raging hardon.

“Yeah,” he agrees, running a thumb over his bottom lip. “Lay back for me, baby.”

You settle onto the soft bed and let him use his spaceboi powers to make your clothes disappear. He breathes excitedly as he pulls out his phone and centers it between your legs. You squirm under the gaze of his camera lens. 

“Lemme just make this Fan Cam of your pussy really quick, baby,” he coos. He taps something on his phone and a bright light illuminates your glistening cunt. “Incredible,” he breathes.

You tug impatiently at his navy blue sports ball themed tie. “Ben, please,” you beg.

“Okay, okay,” he says with a sigh. “Gimme just a sec. Gotta…make sure this… zoom and transition…  is seamless…..” he trails off as he concentrates on his work.

“Don’t you have enough Fan Cams of my pussy, Ben? There’s thousands by this point,” you pout.

He makes a noise like he’s paying attention, but he’s clicking around on his phone again. You hear a slowed down reverb version of Britney Spears’s Toxic playing low in the background. “That’s a good one,” he says to himself.

“BEN,” you call his attention back.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs with an apologetic grin. He sets his phone aside. “I just hafta make them. You’re my beloved, and your pussy has me in a chokehold.”

You moan at the praise.

“You’re in your Coochie Meow Meow era, and it’s nom nom delish,” he whispers into the shell of your ear as he braces himself above your body.

You grab for his cognac colored leather belt and work it open with deft fingers. He helps to free his massive cock from the confines of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

“Put it in me, please!” you whine.

He shoves himself into you all in one go. You cry out in pleasure. 

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groans as he thrusts sloppily into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he stretches you.

“Say something dirty to me, baby,” he urges as he snaps his hips harder.

“The Oxford Comma isn’t mandatory. It’s grammatically optional,” you rasp.

“Ohhh FUCK. Keep going,” he begs.

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,” you moan.

“OH GOD, I’M GONNA OVIPOSIT IN YOU, BABY.”

“You’re so Daddy! Periodt!” you wail.

“Hhhngggffff- fuck! I’m Daddy, and you’re Mommy,” he cries out. 

You feel a large oblong spherical shape stretch your walls as you both climax. “Ohmygod, Ben! It’s so big!!!”

He grunts as he empties himself into you, smearing his creampie fingers onto the bedsheets on either side of your head.

“Yeah, baby. I’m giving it to ya real big. It’s that C = 2 π r you love.”

He pulls out of you with a gasp. Your pubic mound looks like it swallowed a giant avocado. “What is that?” you ask breathlessly. You feel so full.

“It’s an egg, just like you wanted,” he hums, rubbing his palm against the shape of it where it bulges out from your lower belly. This should really do it for those belly bulge kink sluts you think to yourself.

 “Push it out, baby. Let’s see it,” he spurs you on.

You start bearing down as hard as you can. “Why does it feel all plastic-y?”

“Please do not be alarmed,” the splorgimum voice reassures you telepathically. “It is not derived from such materials. There is no risk of microplastics in your sexual organs.”

“Oh okay, good,” you breathe a sigh of relief. You push as hard as you can. You feel like the Bettie Page of Easter Bunnies. You push and push until the rounded shape moves from where Mr. Ben placed it.

“That’s it. That’s my little Omelette Princess,” he praises.

You break a sweat working it out of you, but finally it emerges. It shoots out of you like a tshirt cannon at a baseball game. Mr. Ben uses his sensual splorgimum spaceboi powers to make it levitate in the middle of the air. It slowly spins, and you can just make out the words underneath the splotches of your slick dripping all over it.

“Is-Is that what I think it is?” you breathe.

Mr. Ben nods and grins triumphantly.

“A Ryan’s World Giant Mystery Egg Series 12?!” you gasp. Tears brim in your eyes. It’s so beautiful floating in the air. You can barely contain your excitement at the thought of holding it. “But that series isn’t even out yet!”

“Only the best for my girl,” Mr. Ben coos.

“Can we–?”

“Of course,” he affirms with a warm smile. He lets it float down into his hands. You begin hastily unwrapping it together. Something is different about this one.

“A Ticonderoga #2 pencil?” You’re bewildered. Where was the slime packet? The minifigure? The collectable stickers?

You dig in further. Mr. Ben pulls out an SAT Prep book. He groans lustfully. “Gonna set that aside for later,” he says as he gives you a lecherous wink.

All in all it wasn’t a bad haul. Just strange. You smack the yellow ruler design slap bracelet onto your wrist and watch it instantly wrap around it. “Cool.”

“I guess I, uh, kinda came up with my own Mystery Egg surprises for this one,” he admits sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You hold up the Lunch Lady Paulina minifigure and turn it fondly in your hands. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you say in a reverent, hushed breath.

“No, you’re perfect. I know I’m your bias and that I always munch on it, but I just don’t get it. Why did you choose me?” he asks in a shaky voice.

“We chose each other,” you whisper as you draw him in close.

“You eat it up,” you moan. “No crumbs left.”

“Oh fuck, let’s make a Fan Cam together,” he moans into your mouth as he captures it in a passionate kiss.

“Anything for you, Skinny Legend,” you rasp.

Mr. Ben clicks a few times on his phone before you hear Sza’s voice low from the speakers. You spread yourself open for him and let yourself sink into the comforting and arousing dulcet sounds of

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ₐₙd ₐₗₗ ₜₕₑ gᵢᵣₗₛ bₑ ₙₑₑdᵢₙg

ₐ bᵢg bₒy

ᵢ ₙₑₑd ₐ bᵢg bₒy

ᵢ wₐₙₜ ₐ bᵢg bₒy

Gᵢᵥₑ ₘₑ ₐ bᵢg bₒy

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[toxicbrothel]

POV!!!!

night chalks 2

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

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

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

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First one: (2003) Night Chalks (400)

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Ty for reading! ty romana for the hot gif! 💕

[toxicbrothel]

Beefro👌🥩💜

POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal,” 

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

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

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

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

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TY for reading!

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