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btww!! i’m okay with being mutuals but in the nicest way possible, please don’t message me trying to be friends!!

#my post #personal #pls i beg #unless i message you then i’m fine with messaging lol #i’m not good at keeping in touch is all dont want to abandon anyone #we can interact on posts and what not

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i need more puppy reader fics in my life idk where to find them :((

#my posts #fanfic #puppy reader #hybrid reader #hybrid fics #spencer reid x reader #daryl dixon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #joel miller x reader #steve harrington x reader

littledes1re

What if…we reverse the roles for a second and imagine it's you who takes Peepaw Joel's virginity?

Yes, of course old Joel dated. Plenty. I mean, look at him. Women were gushing for him. But going to bed with them? Never happened. And after the outbreak, sex just wasn't his priority. Survival was. Trust was. And by the time he reached Jackson, he'd built walls so high that even he forgot there was a virgin hiding behind them.

But Jackson changed things. Tommy was happy. Maria was pregnant. Joel watched those couples walk hand-in-hand, and something twisted in his gut—a hollow ache. He never had that. Not even once. And now he's sixty, belly soft from steady meals, hands calloused from years of work, he figured it's too damn late.

Who the hell would want a grumpy old virgin?

Then you came to Jackson.

Bold, young, too goddamn pretty. Everything Joel needed to stay away from, because his heart couldn't take it anymore. But when you placed a kiss on his cheek, told him he looked handsome, and invited him over to your house—he couldn't possibly say no.

"Ain't never...done this before," he blurted out the moment your hand slid under his shirt, while you sat on top of him. He braced for your reaction, embarrassed, but you only cooed, kissed him, and promised to take real good care of him.

And yes—Joel's cock was excited. He's old, but he's not dead. The moment your hands started roaming—his thigh, his belly, the zipper of his jeans—he hardened like a rock. Blood rushed to his groin with a desperation he'd never felt before.

But his insecurities hit hard. When you started to tug his shirt up, he grabbed your wrists. "Too much gut on an old man like me."

You just nuzzled your face into the soft skin of his belly and told him how much you wanted it pressed against you while he fucked you.

And when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock for the first time? That poor old man nearly had a heart attack. Deep, shaky moans spilled from his mouth. He tried to stay quiet at first, but the new sensations wrecked him—little gasps, grunts that turned into desperate groans, maybe even your name said like a prayer when he got close.

First time your cunt clenched around him? He was already gasping. A few pumps up and down, and he was babbling: "I'm gonna—fuck, I can't hold it—stop or—"

And he spilled inside you, all pathetic and breathless, gaping for air. His cock pulsed and pulsed, twitched and twitched until he collapsed, face buried in your neck, breathing hard. He was mortified. "That...that was damn pitiful. I'm sorry."

But you just stroked his hair, smiling to him. "It was perfect. And we've got all night."

And because he's old but not spent—once he caught his breath, his cock stirred again, curious and ready.

This time, you let him take control.

He was slower. More gentle. He wanted to please you. Wanted to make up for that quick finish. So he fingered you, licked you, followed your instructions until he had you gasping beneath him. Then he pushed in again, and he lasted longer. He learned. He memorized every sound you made.

And Peepaw Joel was not a virgin anymore.

broad-shouldrs

Virtual Daydream || Joel Miller

a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.

a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜

as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader

bbgbelle

riding kurt with a mommy kink

the moment you first sink down onto kurt’s cock, he’s immediately moaning, lost in a pleasure he’s never felt before. your tight, soaking wet cunt closes around him, sucking him in deeper. he whimpers and a small smirk curls onto your lips. his hands bunch into the bedsheets below him and you guide his hands to your hips before brushing some of his sweaty hair away from his eyes. “that feel good, baby?” you ask and he nods with a pathetic whine, his face scrunching in pleasure as you raise your hips for the first time. “you gonna be a good boy for me and take it?” the way he throws his head back with a moan should’ve been enough of an answer, but then kurt whimpers out a broken, “yes, mommy.” and you’re gushing around him. you start to bounce up and down on his cock, keeping one hand on his chest, brushing through his chest hair, and the other curled in the sweaty hair on his head, tugging enough to make him moan. “please, mommy, feels so good.” you continue to ride him, fingers tangled in hair as he squeezes your hips. “you’re so good, baby.” you praise him softly and he whimpers again, his eyes squeezing shut has his face screws up in pleasure. “are you close? gonna cum for mommy?” your tone is sweet, yet almost condescending as kurt nods frantically, whimpering as you bounce faster. “come on, baby, cum for me.” you whisper in his ear and he moans loudly, spilling inside of you. “fuck, mommy… so good.” he mumbles and you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “good boy.”

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bbgbelle

being manhandled by keys

he’s standing behind you in the bathroom, hands on your hips as he presses gentle, soft kisses to the back of your neck. it makes you smile in the mirror as you reach one hand up to the back of his head, raking your fingers through his hair. “you’re too nice to me, baby,” you tell him and he stops, his lips pausing on your neck. “what do you mean?” he asks, brows furrowing behind his glasses. “i love it, don’t get me wrong, but you know… sometimes i wish you could be a little rougher.” keys’ lips idle on your neck for a moment before his arms slide around your middle from behind. he hoists you into the air and you gasp. “keys!” he carries you out of the bathroom and drops you onto the bed without warning. you bounce a couple times before keys is climbing on top of you, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head. he leans down to kiss you, cupping the side of your face with one hand and pulling you closer as his mouth slots over yours, sucking on your upper lip before kissing you deeper, slipping his tongue inside. you reach for his belt and begin unbuckling it, but when you reach for his zipper, keys grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls your hand away, lifting it above your head. he slides off of you and stands up, taking off his shirt, then his jeans and boxers in one smooth movement. your mouth waters at the sight of his large cock, red and hard and leaking precum. his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants and he tugs them down quickly, sliding two large fingers through your folds. “so wet.” he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean from your arousal before climbing on top of you again. he pulls up your shirt and pulls down your bra to expose your breasts before groping your tits with his large hands. “fuck, baby, you’re perfect.” you moan, closing your eyes as he pinches at your nipples before you feel the head of his cock moving through your folds, gathering your slick before he pushes inside. one of keys’ arms wraps around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest, while the other comes up to the back of your head and pulls at your hair. his thrusts are brutal, nothing like what you’re used to with keys, and it drives you crazy. your back arches in his grip as he pounds into you, and your legs wrap around his waist. he pulls you closer, tugging your head back by the hair as his mouth stops beside your ear, whispering between grunts. “is this what you wanted? huh?” he thrusts into you harder and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. “fuck, yes, keys… please. harder.” you moan out and he drops you down onto the bed, pulling out before he flips you onto your stomach and fucks into you even harder this time, gripping your hips, pulling your ass up and fucking into your wet cunt from behind. the new angle, mixed with his hard and fast thrusts, his grip on your hips, all of it was beginning to feel like too much. “keys, i’m…” you cut yourself off with a moan, but reach down to touch your clit. “you gonna cum? yeah, come on, baby, cum on my cock.”

athenas-rose

more bully steve pls

His Play Toy 𐙚⋆

Bully!Steve Harrington x fem!reader 1k words

Warnings, King Steve, bullying, harassment, smut, oral (m receiving), degradation, mean Steve, non-consensual, jealousy, possessiveness,

Steve becomes overcome with possessiveness when he catches you with another boy instead of him, needing to prove that you belong to him in whichever way it takes

The next day, Steve was sauntering around the school, his head held high while people couldn’t help but turn their heads to get a glimpse at Hawkins heartthrob. After finishing class, he became overwhelmed with the urge to see you again, getting flashes of you staring up at him all dopey eyed while he used you to his advantage.

He was expecting to find you standing by the bleachers, waiting for him like you always did, but that wasn’t the sight he was met with. You were in the middle of the field, hands tucked in front of you as you talked eagerly to another senior, who stared back at you like you were his prey, like Steve did.

jorkingtodjo

NEW JOE KEERY PICS Y'ALL WAKE TF UP IM ALREADY LOSING MY SHIT HE LOOKS SO SEXY OHGOD

texasafterdark

trouser snake | joel miller

pairings: caretaker! joel x fem! reader

tags: 18+ only, ICKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY joel, dark! joel, naive! and oblivious! reader, post-outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, sweet nicknames, daddy kink, dd/lg elements, large and in-charge legal age gap, oral m receiving, corruption kink

word count: 1868

summary: you ask joel what a trouser snake is...

a/n: i was inspired by a story on an spicy lit website but i cannot for the life of me remember the authors name💔also lowk cant write smut anymore its been too long BOOOOO

in the early sweltering heat of spring, you wiped the sweat that was beginning to form at your hairline with the back of your hand. a cool breeze hit you, the air going straight up your back to dry off some of the sweat there. you were thinking about if maybe joel would be at home yet.

he helped out with the construction of things in jackson with his brother, tommy. joel was more-so the management and tommy was out there with the others, ever since tommy made him quit carrying heavy lumber due to his ever-aching back. as you walked by the swaying trees, the sound of a nearing car motor caught your attention from behind.

glancing back over your shoulder, you saw it was a truck full of boys and smiled politely at them. your late grandmother always told you to smile at everyone, including strangers, but you recognized some of them from town meetings.

you were fully expecting to get a kind gesture back, but were met with confusion instead.

"hey sweetheart! come sit on my trouser snake!" one boy said, invoking laughter from the others. furrowing your eyebrows together, you cocked your head to the side. "your what?"

they all laughed even harder and just sped away, yelling.

"trouser snake…" you mouthed the words back to yourself, trying to put the pieces together but to no avail. as you finally neared the house, you spotted joel's truck in the driveway, and skipped toward the front door as your skirt fluttered in the air behind you. opening the door, your eyes dart around in search of joel. you really wanted to ask him what a trouser snake was.

"hey darlin', that you?" his voice resonated from upstairs. "yes!" you called out to him, practically running up the stairs. he was in his bedroom, back turned to you, accompanied by a drilling sound. walking closer, you see that he was currently working on a miniature wooden house.

"hey princess." he greets again, not taking his eyes off of his work in progress.

you always felt so comfortable with joel. ever since you stumbled upon jackson during that extremely cold winter, he and tommy were the ones at the gate who let you come in. they wrapped blankets around your shivering frame and gave you endless cups of hot chocolate once you were inside the bar.

bringing your hands around his head to rest over both of his eyes, you giggled. joel smiled as well, even though he tried to hide it.

removing your hands, you stand to the side of him. "…um, i have a question?" you propose and he turns his head to you. his hair was mostly silver nowadays, the strands almost glistening in the beams of sunlight that came through the window.

"ok." he nods, awaiting said question.

you just come right out and say it. "what's a trouser snake?" your lips stay slightly apart in wonder in contrast to joel's, who's eyebrows were furrowed and his lips a straight line, mixed emotions on how you know what that is.

or who said that to you.

"where'd 'ya hear that from, princess?" joel asked cautiously, not wanting you to believe that you were in trouble or anything like that. as you shake your head, you recall the whole street interaction with the truck full of boys and them yelling it out to you, plus your confusion and everything.

"the boys outside. they said, 'sit on my trouser snake' but i don't wanna get bit by a snake!!" fear seeps into your brain, never having gotten bit by any type of animal, definitely not by a snake. "i was so confused, i thought you would know because you teach me everything." your eyes light up, so grateful that joel has learned you the ways of this new world.

joel looked like he had seen a ghost.

he sighed out, blowing out his cheeks and shaking his head slowly. "princess...i," he began to speak. "is it poisonous?" you ask carefully.

he stands up from his chair, a quiet groan evident, before going to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees. "honey, what those boys were talking about...it, well," you cut off his train of words once more. "have you seen one?"

the gears in joels mind were working overtime. he knew that you wouldn't know what a damn trouser snake would be. he didn't wanna ruin your innocence like that.

but he can't lie and say that the thought of you only being taught things by him was darkly exciting. you trusted him with everything in you. he began to nod to your recent question, making your eyes widen.

"what does it look like? he said it's in your pants! isn't that scary?" you asked these questions like you were asking what was for dinner. running a hand through his silver hair, he just went along with it.

"no. it's not scary." he simply said, with a sigh. "oh..." you brought your hands together, rubbing your nailbeds against each other, making a soft clicking noise as you thought.

joel's pants were already a little tight, but now they were restrictive almost. his "trouser snake" was getting a little excited at the whole situation.

"but, princess, don't worry about that. it's really not all that imp-"

"can i see?" you ask with hope. joel's expression contorted. his eyes darted around the room, keeping his head immobile. "see what?"

"your trouser snake!" you say matter-of-factly as you plop down next to him on the bed. he was now aware of how close you two were, and scooted away a little bit. "no, i don't think that's a good idea." he says firmly, he raises his hand in your direction briefly before setting it back down on his thigh.

your expression showed slight irritation. "joel! that's not fair, you said you'd always explain things to me. they didn't teach me anything at the other camp! pleaseeeee?" you drug out the last word. and it was true. the camp that you were previously at raised you from a baby to a now 20-something-year-old, but it was mainly elderly women who were nun-like. they told you to not think about or trust boys, but you knew you could trust tommy and joel.

"…no baby. i'm sorry." he managed to get the words out clearly.

you turned away from him before standing up and stomping your foot. "fine!" you call out, making joel raise an eyebrow at you, but you didn't care right now. "i'll just ask jesse! he'll show me what a trouser snake looks like since you won't show me yours." you huff out. you didn't understand why joel wouldn't agree to your request.

"jesse?!" he asked, anger seeping around the edges of his tone, making you retreat just the slightest. "you go ask jesse and see what happens." he spoke lowly as your eyes dropped to the carpeted floor, doubtful now. "you know better than to stomp your foot at me. go to your room." he pointed to the wall, to your room which was right next to his own. you knew not to push any further and begrudgingly obeyed his order, slamming your door shut before plopping face down on your bed. out of the corner of your eye, you spot your withered sketchbook and pencil, grabbing them both to doodle to calm yourself down.

you weren't aware of how much time had gone by until there was a knock at your door.

"princess? can i come in?" joel's soft voice spoke from the opposite end of the door. pausing for a moment, you answered yes and heard the door creak open. you stayed on your stomach, with your back to him, quiet. then he sighed. "you really wanna see one, hm?" this made you immediately turn over, making joel shake his head.

"come here." he motioned with his hand as you scurried to stand up and go over to him.

"close your eyes." he continued, and you did so. he grabbed your hand, flipping it palms-down and guided it until your fingers bumped into something…hard.

“keep those pretty eyes closed, babygirl.” his breath came out a bit labored. he hadn’t felt a touch other than his own in years. his fingers closed around yours, putting pressure on both his hand and his clothed cock. you gasp at the feeling of it in your hand. “joel yours is big?” you say curiously, making joel smugly smile.

“yea, baby. he is a little big, huh?” he speaks, his mind barely focusing on his words and more so on your hand rubbing him so good through his jeans.

“oh that’s a good girl baby. just like that.” joel breathed out, breaths uneven as your tongue glided up and down the side of his aching, throbbing cock. and an old tie as a blindfold over your eyes.

it was awful.

joel lying and saying that sometimes a trouser snake needed to be licked like a lollipop so it won’t be angry and bite him. your eyes enlarged to saucers at the thought of joel being injured and jumped at the idea to help.

the condition?

you couldn’t look at it or it would bite you too. that’s where the blindfold comes into play. so there you were, on your knees before him, mouth open and dragging your tongue around his heavy meat like it was the best lollipop in the world. his hand was on the back of your head now.

“open your mouth and stick your tongue out, baby.” seeing nothing but the darkness caused by the tie over your eyes, you do as he says. shortly after, you felt the heavy slaps of it on your wet tongue, with joel loving the site.

“will ‘ya be a good girl and do this for daddy when he needs it?” he runs his head across the flat of your tongue, then pulls back to rub against your lips. you nod almost immediately. “yes, yes i will.”

“say, ‘yes daddy i will’.” he softly commands.

you swallow briefly. “yes daddy, i will..”

“atta girl. open up wide, baby.” his length invaded your mouth, lips stretching as you try not to gag. soon enough, your spit was dribbling down your chin as joel gently fucked your mouth, his hands keeping your head close.

“oh baby. you’re making him realll happy. such a good girl.” each thrust in your mouth brought joel one step closer to his peak. his cock slippery with a mix of your spit and his precum, made every single one of his nerve endings buzz with complete pleasure.

“fuck fuck fuck. oh here i co—it comes. don’t be scared princess.” he warned you before his trouser snake sprayed its seed all over your pretty blindfolded face. spurts came out and landed on your forehead, cheek, nose, and even in your hair. you weren’t scared only confused.

“it’s warm daddy.” your fingers were splayed out, not used to the foreign substance. joel was still standing above you, trying to catch his breath from a mind blowing orgasm. “it’s okay, princess. that means he likes you.”

taglist: @sunshineflowersandkisses @taniamiller @ilovetoomanymen @ghuoab @joelsarchive @wand-erer5 @mydarlingjoel @pleurspetal @politeolive @twilightvelour @h3avenlyglory @kkatnapp

emmiewritesz

Innocence Looks Good on You

Rich boy Steve Harrington x The innocent and untouchable girl (ongoing series)

Minors do NOT interact ✩ nsfw content ✩ smut

Summary: Steve Harrington has never been told no for very long.

Being rich makes things easy. Being a Harrington makes them even easier. The parties, the girls, the attention, everything always seemed to find its way into his hands eventually. And if it didn't, Steve was used to making it happen.

Then there is you.

The girl with the purity ring around your finger and a promise made years ago that you've never broken. The girl who leaves parties before midnight, who blushes when people make certain jokes, who somehow manages to stay untouched in a town where everyone seems desperate to grow up too fast.

You should be boring.

Instead, Steve can't stop thinking about you.

He knew you from highschool, ofcourse he does. And it makes his cravings for you look more like a obsession. A obsession to corrupt the innocent girl with the purity ring. Because every boundary you set only makes him want to step closer. Every polite rejection lingers in his mind longer than any girl who ever said yes. For the first time in his life, there's something he can't have and Steve Harrington has never handled that very well.

The closer he gets, the messier everything becomes.

Late night drives through Hawkins. Lingering stares across crowded rooms. Fingers brushing for a second too long. A friendship that starts feeling dangerous long before either of you are willing to admit why.

Everyone knows Steve Harrington is trouble.

The problem is that you're starting to know him too.

And somewhere between innocence and temptation, promises and desire, you're both about to discover that some lines are much harder to keep than they look.

Warnings/tags: No use of y/n, angst, fluff, heavy smut, MDNI, smut with plot, no talk about super natural things, no talk about the upside down, Steve is a rich boy, neglectful parents, vulgar language, sexualization, both POV's, corruption kink, obsessive behavior, just graduated, toxic parents, first person

W/C: TBC

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i need a daryl dixon fanfic with a similar dynamic as patty and simon in dinner in america

#my posts #twd daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd #the walking dead daryl #dinner in america

harringtonsugar

Jealous Girl

summary: watching other girls think they have a chance with steve hits a nerve inside of you that you thought you buried. looks like you’ll just have to remind him who he belongs to.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, public sex, getting caught during sex, finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, tiniest bit of sub!steve - actually maybe just switch!steve, jealousy, cursing, probably more!

word count: 4k

from jen: longer than i hoped but i really love this one and i hope you guys do too. as always, with love <3

bbgbelle

thigh riding with steve 😵‍💫

your pussy is naked and soaking wet, your arousal dripping onto the skin of you boyfriend’s hairy thigh. as you drag your hips forward, feeling the friction of your folds against his skin and those little hairs catching on your clit, you moan. steve’s hands are on your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, while he guides you along his thigh. one of your hands is on his bare shoulder while the other tugs at his messy hair. with another slow drag of your hips down his thigh, steve groans at the whimper that leaves your mouth. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, his lips grazing your jawline, and you nod. “why don’t we move you a little bit faster?” steve pulls your hips forward and you slide along his soaked thigh before slipping back with a loud moan, the faster pace already feeling better than your previous slow movements. steve’s thigh is so coated in slick from your wet cunt that it’s dripping down his leg onto the sheets of his bed and even the leg of his boxers, but neither of you care. while you hump his thigh faster, desperate for release, steve lets go of your hip with one hand, squeezing at your tit and pinching your nipple. you throw your head back in pleasure, back arching, and steve buries his face in your neck to leave sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. “fuck… steve,” you moan, fingers tightening around his shoulder and in his hair. “steve, i’m close.” steve chuckles breathily against your neck. “go on then, honey, cum on my thigh.” he tells you, and with just two more thrusts your orgasm rips through your body. steve’s arms wrap around your middle and his face stays buried in your neck as you continue to ride his thigh through your orgasm. “that’s it, baby, you’re doing so good.” your movements cease when they become too much and you fall limp in his arms, your head falling onto his shoulder while you let him kiss at your neck and drag his hands up and down your bare back and sides. he pulls back for a moment and you lift your head to look at him. steve glances down to the bulge straining in his boxers before he gently lies you down on the mattress below him.

cherriesnkisses

gator tillman without the gel btw

trackgun

stevie overstimulating you 😖

steve had been going at it for hours, it felt like, strong thrusts turning into puppy ruts as he fucked into you. your pussy squelched and sucked him in, making it clearly difficult for him to stop. his low moans turned into whines as he fucked himself towards his third orgasm. your body started to ache everywhere under him, legs feeling like putty as they went limp around his waist. steve, on the other hand, showed off his undeniable strength as he hovered over you without so much of a wiggle. you mewled as he hit that sweet spot over and over again, nearly making you black out. he brought a hand down to your clit and furiously rubbed circles on your clit, sticky arousal making it easier for him to maneuver your pussy. you clenched around him with a plea, begging him to go easy, “steve fuck–i can’t ‘s too much.” the bed shakes as he moves you around like a rag doll, bringing you closer and swinging your leg over his shoulder, all without pulling out. faux sympathy spreads from his face to his tone as he pouts before cooing at you, “that’s too bad, cause i haven’t cum, and i know this pretty pussy isn’t done with me yet. you can take it, i know it, so be a big girl.” he leaves no room for complaints or talk back as he fucks you like nothing happened, like you weren’t a few thrusts away from blacking out. the time to dwell escaped you as he leaned down to kiss you, whispering how good you were for him between smooches. soothing you enough so you wouldn’t utter a word until you were making a mess on his dick.

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i-am-the-stargirl

birthday gift — colin gray

pairing: sub!colin gray x dom!gn!reader, ~2300 words

warnings: birthday sex, handjob, blowjob, slight begging, slight orgasm denial, reader has no orgasm, porn with a bit of plot, pet names, thanking, me trying to be more descriptive LOL

colin gray was always the type of person to downplay his birthday— even to you, his partner. he always said things like “it’s not a big deal,” or “it’s just me getting older,” but you always made it a point to give him a celebration no matter how small. when you were just friends, you’d go out to restaurants with him, give him little crafts and gifts (he would feel bad if you gave him anything too extravagant.) but now, you’re dating. you can give him something better than a outing at applebees…

linalieana

a detailed make out sesh, dry humping, and teasing OVER straight up smuts EVERY SINGLE TIME.

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