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can you guys stop fighting over the same peice of lettuce. there is literally more right behind you

Don't get involved in things you don't understand

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send this to all your favourite moots and grow a garden! KEEP THE GARDEN GROWING!🌼💚🌱💚🌻 🌳🪻🌼🍒🌹

had this on here for a while. I feel like im bad at answering asks but i needed this today

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♡♡♡ send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡

sorry it takes me 700 years to reply but THANK YOUUU

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Im also contemplating getting back on antidepressants but, I also had CRAZY exhaustion when I tried them for like 3 months last year. God, I was falling asleep at work 😭 Also the other side effects sucked ass. Do you think you'll continue or try something else?

i stopped them after 4 days couldnt do it. I found the anti anxiety is all i needed

this is NOT to say anyone should quite there meds, esp without talking to a doctor! but i was still on the "tapering up" aka breaking them in half, so it was safe so me to stop only 4 days in. always ask your doctor before stopping

I think im at a place right now i can handle my depression i think its the anxiety. between the general anxiety, ptsd, and ocd thats where my issue lies

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“Can’t get away from work for a damn second,” I LAUGHED LMFAO

A little nagging voice in his head bitches there’s really no reason to whip out a Dremel tool for that pile of unfinished lumber on screen.---> LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO you and I got such a similar sense of humor i love this

What the hell would his brother think of him if he knew what he just jerked off to? ---> tommy would ask which tape and then loudly declare thats one of his favorites

okay so this took me like an hour to read bc when i opened it, funny enough, my long time friend of like 10 hours texted me a picture of her in a dress and said she is going by Olivia now. Like, the last time i saw her and her wife, like we always have long deep talks and are v open and she randomly said outloud for the first time she sometimes thought about being a woman. me and her wife were v supportive but she said she didnt feel like transitioning, also didnt think she could pull it off. she sent a picture and she looks so much like joan baez. We could be Baez and bob dylan if i cut my hair again.

Anyway!!!! Im a sucker for coming out/first queer experience/ the realizetion hitting you fics, so this was aammaaazing!!

Queer fic rec - Joel jerking it to gay porn for the first time... that's it.

ANON!! I love this request. Fitting to be my first fic this Pride month 💜 Thank you for sending it to me, I hope you like this one!

Construction Corner - Joel Miller

Warnings: Explicit 🔞🔥 🏳‍🌈 Masturbation, watching m/m porn with deep throating, rimming, anal play, gay panic (momentarily), oral (f receiving), PiV. [Light editing] Word count: 2.6K

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Sarah is gone for the weekend, leaving Joel with some rare free time for himself. That’s how he finds himself here. Friday night with the curtains closed in his living room, a couple of Blockbuster rentals on his coffee table. The adult flicks come in white, unmarked VHS boxes - “for your discretion” - which is why he didn’t pay too much attention to what he grabbed; he knows the shelves that generally hold stuff he likes to get off to. It’s why he doesn’t wait to see the intro once he hits play, and instead gets himself another cold beer.

By the time he settles in on the couch, the camera has just finished panning over a construction site and is now zooming in on someone putting down lumber. “Can’t get away from work for a damn second,” Joel mutters as he takes a swig of his beer, contemplating whether to switch out the tape for another one - it’s not like he’s exactly thrilled to see yet more of a workplace much like his own.

The stunted dialogue doesn’t really register with him as he watches two guys talk - both dressed in jeans, the younger one without a shirt and clearly sweating as he’s holding a rotary tool. Craftsman, or Milwaukee, Joel guesses as he squints to make out the brand name. A little nagging voice in his head bitches there’s really no reason to whip out a Dremel tool for that pile of unfinished lumber on screen.

“Wouldn’t be there for that job,” he mutters to himself as he takes another drink of his beer, trying to stop himself from fact checking equipment in a damn porn movie. “And that’s not a quarter inch pip—OH.” He nearly chokes on the hoppy beverage, barely able to avoid a coughing fit as he stares at his television screen.

Young Guy is on his knees for Older Boss Guy, tugging down the man’s unzipped jeans and groaning as a seriously big dick is revealed to him.

For a split second Joel wonders if the kid at Blockbuster pulled a prank on him by swapping out the tapes. But, no - it must have been an accident with these unmarked VHS boxes. His instinct is to reach for the remote so he can turn off the movie and put in one of the other tapes. But his mouth goes dry as he watches Young Guy slowly lick the older man’s cock, the camera lingering on every detail. 

Base to tip, his tongue tracing the thick vein on that large dick, and oh - Joel bites his lip hard when he notices the man is uncut. Just like him. Thick but trimmed pubes, yet another thing he hardly ever sees in porn. Maybe it’s the novelty of that, or that it’s been a very long time that he’s seen someone’s mouth on a cock that - minus the length - reminds him of his own. But when he sees the younger guy greedily suck on the fat dick head, drops of saliva sloppily sliding down the length, he feels himself twitch unmistakingly in his boxers. 

By the time that cock is buried into the guy’s throat, Joel’s hand is on his sweats, stroking himself through the soft fabric - his heart racing a hundred miles an hour, as if someone could suddenly catch him in the act and ask him what the hell he was doing.

What is it exactly that he is doing?

It’s fine. 

This is fine, he tries to tell himself. He’s just… wound up. 

It’s been too long since he’s dated anyone, or even had a one night stand. The last time was with that pretty woman who kept flirting with him at Sarah’s school. After they hooked up, she told him that ‘technically’ she was still married, but she was no longer attracted to her husband - which was a level of drama he didn’t want to get into, especially not since their kids were in the same class. It had been over a year ago, maybe two at this point, as there was hardly any time to breathe between work and raising Sarah, and all the never ending chores.  

He just needs to get off. Really, really badly. 

That’s all. 

Rub one out quickly because he’s too tired to get up and change the tape. 

That’s all this is.

“Goddamnit.” He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath while staring at the tv, but when Young Guy cups Boss Guy’s balls in his hand, the air just whooshes out of Joel’s lungs with an embarrassingly loud sound. Both actors moan, and Joel’s breathing gets heavier when he sees Young Guy’s mouth travelling south, back down the throbbing length. Fuck. Is he gonna…

He watches the kneeling guy lick those heavy balls, teasingly and messily. He sucks one into his mouth, then tries to fit the rest of the ballsack into his mouth - and somehow, that is the thing that just fuckin’ breaks Joel and chases the last bit of hesitation out of his head. 

He pushes his sweats down quickly, cock hard and leaking against his stomach as he leans over to grab some lotion to help him out. The cool creaminess makes him hiss for a moment as it touches his hot skin, but as he generously spreads it over his dick, everything immediately feels so, so much better now that he’s giving into it. 

The tight fit of his hand around his cock is both relief and torture, and he roughly strokes himself up and down, matching the pace he’s seeing on the television. It has only been a few minutes, but he is achingly hard already, more turned on by porn than he has been in a long, long time. 

He gasps when the guy on the screen teases the other man’s foreskin, clearly riling him up and then backing off again - until he seems to have pushed him too far.

With a growl, Boss Guy grabs the younger man by his hair and tugs him up to his feet. But before Joel can be disappointed about the interrupted blowjob, the camera angle switches and shows Younger Guy being shoved back against the wall. Leaving no doubt about who is in charge, Boss Guy’s large hand is immediately wrapped around the base of the slighter man’s throat - not choking him, but nevertheless a clear display of dominance that makes shivers run down Joel’s spine. 

Young Guy whines as he stares back at the older man. His chest is heaving as he fumbles to undo his own jeans; not just pulling his cock out, but shoving his pants all the way down. 

“Please. Fuck my ass.” 

They’re the first words said during the movie that actually register with Joel, and his cock once again responds with resounding affirmation. On the tv, the guy is roughly being put on all fours, and then Boss Guy is on him like a starved man. Strong hands kneading his ass, spreading him wide to admire his hole - and when the Young Guy whines again, it’s because there’s a tongue up his ass and a hand firmly wrapped around his cock, starting to jerk him off.

“Jesus.” Joel’s breathing stutters as he’s enraptured by the view, his hips bucking up as his mind is reeling - hell, even imagining it. How it would feel to be pushed down like that and have someone eat his ass like that. Tongue, lips, fingers… He bites his lip hard as he watches a thick finger slip into the guy’s ass, making Younger Guy moan loudly, and all of a sudden Joel is mentally transported back to a holiday fling he’d had in his twenties. 

She - he couldn’t remember her name - was a lot more forward than he was used to. Barely an hour after she had made the first move at him in a bar, they were fucking at her apartment. She’d slipped the tip of her finger into his ass, right when he was about to come down her throat, making him orgasm so hard that he thought he was going to black out for a moment. It had been exhilarating, the shock of the sudden surprise lessened by the amount of alcohol he had consumed - and it had never happened again afterwards. He probably hadn’t even thought about it anymore… 

…until now. 

Until he watched the guy on the screen arch his back, drunk on pleasure as Boss Guy continues to eat him out and open him up. How Younger Guy grabs his own dick, starting to jerk himself off as he surrenders to how the other man handles him, getting him ready to get fucked. 

Joel’s breathing is heavy, hips thrusting up as he fucks his fist hard, unable to stop the thoughts that are suddenly embedded in his mind. Which one of the two guys did he wish he could be? The one getting the rimjob of a lifetime, or the older, broader guy who held him down and was about to take him?

He curses as the fantasy slams him over the edge much faster than he expected, and with a loud groan he spills his seed all over his hand and sweatpants, barely avoiding the couch. His heart races as he can’t tear his eyes away from the screen, seeing Boss Guy make the Young Guy cry out with his fingers buried into him - and suddenly it’s too much, all of it, right there. 

He fumbles for the remote and turns off the tv, his hand suddenly trembling. As post-nut clarity sinks in, he feels a wave of anxiety wash over him that he hasn’t experienced before. It crawls through his chest, flowing his throat and brain, shoving aside the euphoria of his orgasm. Scoffing at him about what he just did - about what got him so fucking turned on. The nerve wrecking doubt of whether he should report it’s the wrong tape when returning the VHS, or… not.

‘Just play dumb’, that little voice at the back of his brain whispers. ‘Do you really want to have a conversation with the rental guy about how you just got off to gay porn?’ 

He drains the rest of his bottle of beer, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. But they only grow louder, questioning him (‘You hit your mid thirties and suddenly you’re into dick? Are you having an early midlife crisis?’ ), reminding him of all the times in an average week he hears gay slurs all around him. Mr. Adler’s vocal dislike “of those city boys”. Tommy’s asshole friend at the hardware store - shit, Tommy. What the hell would his brother think of him if he knew what he just jerked off to?

Another beer later, still trying to suppress the panic in his brain, he finds himself staring at Tess’ phone number. It’s been a long time since they last hooked up, especially since she’d been pretty seriously involved with someone for a while. But that relationship had recently ended - plus, in addition to living pretty close to him, she is one of the few people he knows who wouldn’t mind a last minute thing on a Friday night.

He sighs as he hits the dial button, his skin crawling when he looks over at the stacked VHS tapes on his coffee table. Sure, he doesn’t have to call her - but the other option is to just sit here and probably get more anxious about the whole thing. He just had to shake it off, spend some time with her, even if it’s just to reassure himself that *that* is what he is actually into.

“Hey, it’s Joel,” he says, eyes still closed and his head tipped back against the couch. “Yeah, all ‘s fine. What are you doing right now?” 

Her laugh, always somewhere between cheerful and mocking, sounds so good to him right now. As he suggests where to meet up, he can’t help but think back of the last time they fucked - it was also a weekend that Sarah wasn’t home, except for that time Tess had ended up at his doorstep. And in his bed, for most of those two days. He almost didn’t go into work that Monday, physically worn out, but god - it had been good.

This will be good, too. Drinks, then her place. No VHS tapes to think about or questions to ask himself.

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Somehow, less than two hours later, he’s right back on his doorstep again. 

The beer was good. Tess had been more than fine - that perfume he always likes on her had been calling his name, whispering all kinds of promises. Reminding him this was basically a done deal. It felt good when her hand moved to rest on his thigh after the second drink, her eyes much too observant as always, reading him like a book. “My place?” 

Plain, simple, uncomplicated and direct; Tess all the way. Exactly what he wanted. They made out in the parking lot, pressed against his truck, and when Tess had grabbed his hand and guided it into her underwear, he had lost all sense of restraint. 

Joel ate her out rough and fast on the backseat, groaning against her pussy when she came by his tongue alone. Once they made it to her place, they fucked in the bedroom, and it was good - but it wasn’t… the same as usual. 

Even when he was buried deep inside of her, that goddamn video was on his mind. How Boss Guy had been preparing the Young Guy to get fucked, opening him up with his fingers and mouth. And, Jesus Christ, he’d blown his load right into Tess before he even realized it. First time since he was a teenager that he had fucked up so badly. He’d been too embarrassed to stick around, even though she didn’t make a big deal out of it, and that’s how he found himself home again.

Shower, then bed, he decides - especially when his watch signaled that it was close to midnight already. He scrubs his skin hard in frustration with his body wash, leaving the shower on too hot for too long just to get distracted, but once he lays down in his cool bed, he finally feels more balanced. Ready for sleep.

Even after twenty minutes. Thirty.

He’s not sure what time it is when he goes back downstairs. 

The video tape is still in the VHS player, almost taunting him. As if it knows Joel better than he knows himself. 

“Just five minutes,” he tells himself as he settles in on the couch, turning the tv on and hitting play on the VCR remote again. 

Maybe ten at the most. 

Just to see if they do fuck.

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Director's Commentary for First Date please? 💚💚💚🫂🫂🫂

directors cut is. i am tired. i am so tired. nothing makes me happy any more none of my hobbies seem enjoyable i just wanna lay in bed mastubating and drinking. and maybe watching always sunny in phildelphia. I wanna be cuddled. and held. and maybe my hair played with. i want a day free from stimulation im not in control of. just relax.

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ahhh thank you so so sooooo much for the rec!!

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Happy pride, folks!! School's out and I'm finally getting the chance to read a little bit more so here's my fic rec list for April and May. I've really been embracing more and more of my pixel men these last few weeks so brace yourself for that lol. As always, I've got my little symbol key, but please read warnings on the individual fics!! And please send all of these wonderful authors some love!! 💛 Divider credits go to @saradika-graphics!!

💖 – fluff. 💙 – angst. ❤️‍🔥 – smut. 🖤 – dark fic.

📄 – drabble. 🗒️ – headcanons. 📖 – oneshot. 📚 – series.

✶ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

📄❤️‍🔥 bandages unraveled by @heartsickspider

you shouldn't be staring at him like this. really, you shouldn't. not after the two of you barely escaped that o'driscoll shootout with your lives, a bullet almost tearing through your thigh and leaving you limp and bleeding.

📄💖 golden by @kayakiki

You catch your boyfriend sleeping instead of working, so you decide to scare him a little.

✶ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍

📖💖❤️‍🔥🖤 stars by @strang3lov3

“You’re okay,” Benji whispers, tucking the ends of the blanket under your shoulders. His hands slide down your body, palms spread wide over your ass cheeks as he gently moves you up and down on his cock. Just the gentlest, kindest of thrusts. “We’re just gonna hang out like this until you’re feelin’ better, sound good?”

✶ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 motel room by @strang3lov3

“C’mon, sweetheart, work with me here,” Benson whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. “You’re only makin’ it worse for yourself. Quit squeezing on me so hard.”

✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘

📖❤️‍🔥 untitled oneshot by @erasroses

"Having a small teasing disagreement with bsf!Chris that turns into a tickle fight that turns into him getting boner that neither of you can ignore 🤭"

✶ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

📄❤️‍🔥 dry humping with janitor!eddie by @oneforthemunny

"I was thinking about what you said about dry humping and Janitor!Eddie. Then I started thinking about straddling him on the couch while he sucks on his girl’s tiddies and she begins to grind on him until they both cum in their pants 🫣"

✶ 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 implication by @strang3lov3

Dennis laughs loudly, awkwardly. “No, I am not gonna hurt you!” he chuckles, his voice a little higher now. “Why would I want to hurt you? I mean, I could. I could. Anyone could, really. But that’s just - well, that’s just human nature, right, honey?”

✶ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

📖💖❤️‍🔥 older, bolder by @gutsby

Joel can’t get it up.

✶ 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 happy trails by @strang3lov3

“You always get this wet for strange men, sugar?” Kappa asks as he traces his fingers up and down the seam of your cunt. He’s eager to get a look at it, to see all that soft and swollen, wet flesh. “It’s not safe to talk to strangers. Didn’t your mama tell you?”

✶ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐘

📚💖❤️‍🔥🖤 sunscreen by @strang3lov3

“Because,” Roman says, maneuvering you around, “I will fucking kill you if you burn. So c’mere, because I don’t wanna deal with the hassle of murdering you…” He rubs the lotion on your shoulders and chest, massaging your skin as he works his way down your arms. “Disposing of your body…all that fuckin’ bullshit.”

✶ 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄

📖❤️‍🔥 intelligence arouses by @devnmon

You've recently graduated from college, and while out celebrating with your friends, Sam finds himself in need of showing you just how proud he is.

✶ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

📚💙❤️‍🔥 everything lost will be recovered; part i by @cosmic-kid-in-motion

You have the perfect life with Tommy. You’re newlyweds, terribly in love, just hoping for a baby soon. But then you start hearing things… and seeing things… and it gets worse and it gets scary. The 50’s psychiatric institution is not exactly a welcoming place to housewives experiencing breaks in reality. But no matter what, at least you have Tommy… right?

📚💙❤️‍🔥 everything lost will be recovered; part ii by @cosmic-kid-in-motion

You begin hearing things.

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this was exactly what i needed

Flinch

Summary: Joel finds out what your previous partner did to you, and has trouble dealing with it. Based on this request.

Warnings/tags: mentions of abuse, age gap relationship, jackson joel, comfort, established relationship, joel is obsessed, 50s joel, 30s reader

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Sometimes, you flinch. Just a little. If someone reaches quickly for something near you, or raises their hand to adjust their glasses or hair, you’re unable to stop yourself.

It isn’t like you completely back away, or have some kind of full body reaction. You just wince a little, shut your eyes tight and brace yourself for only a second, until you realize a blow isn’t coming.

It’s been two years, but the habit is hard to break.

Most people don’t notice, anyway. Except Joel.

It takes him a few months. You’re still sort of getting to know each other, but it feels deeper than that. You could both tell, right away, that there was something pulling you together.

A string, tied to your wrist, that led to his. Every moment of your life, as terrible as it had been, leading you here.

To safety. And you know Joel is safe. There are some men who hurt women, and some men who don’t. You know what kind Joel is. Even after everything he’s done. You know.

He brings it up, eventually. It’s late spring, the air is getting so warm now, you can wear shorts instead of jeans and don’t need your woolen hat and mittens every time you walk the streets of Jackson Hole.

The air smells sweet, and the weeds and flowers are blooming.

In the early evening, you and Joel sit on his porch, rocking gently back and forth in companionable silence.

He reaches to the table between you. He’s only reaching for his drink, but he does it a little too quickly.

You flinch. It’s so small. Barely perceptible, but his hand freezes.

“You do that sometimes,” he says after a long, tense pause. His voice is deep, and serious.

“Do what?” you ask, avoiding his eyes.

“Someone reaches for you, or near you, and you act like…”

Finally, you turn to him, your eyes narrowed. “A hit dog.”

All the breath leaves your lungs in a quick, painful exhale.

“Well, that’s quite a way to put it.”

He has the good sense to look ashamed of himself, but he doesn’t look away or back down.

“Is that it? Someone used to hit you?” There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice, but you know it’s not meant for you.

“Yeah. Someone used to hit me.”

Joel doesn’t pry. He sits back in his chair, eyes still on you, his expression wary. The air between you is tense for the first time, and your palms feel clammy.

It’s long minutes before you finally speak, but you can’t look at Joel while you say it. “In the QZ, I… was with this guy. Militia guy. Thought it would keep me safe, it was tough in there. You know. But, he liked to hit women. I was just a target for him. We were together a year. He…” You squeeze your eyes shut, your hands balling into tight fists. “He broke my arm twice, among other things. Until I left. Found my way here.”

It’s quiet again. You can’t say anymore, don’t want to go into details about the things he did to you, the things he forced on you. You’re not sure you’ll ever speak them out loud. It feels scary, but kind of good, to tell Joel a little about it.

“Where is he now?” Joel asks finally.

A sardonic laugh leaves you. “Dead. That’s why I left.”

You dare to look at Joel. He’s tense all over, his brow furrowed, gripping the edges of his chair so hard you fear it’ll splinter.

“You killed him?”

You clasp your shaking fingers in your lap. You can still hear the gunshot, feel that fear and desperation. It was forever ago, but it was yesterday.

“He was gonna kill me.”

Joel’s chair creaks as he rises from it. Your chest sinks as you think at first that he’s leaving, disgusted with you.

Instead, he kneels in front of you, between your knees, and pulls your hands into his. He doesn’t seem to care that they’re sweaty and shaking.

“Good. I’m proud of you for it.”

You haven’t cried over this in a long time. Truly, you feel as if the work you’ve done to move past it and heal yourself has been effective.

But seeing Joel there, kneeling at your feet, looking at you with such a strange mix of anger and awe, the sealed dam breaks again.

You fall forward, pressing your forehead to his, and the tears fall between you.

“I know you’d never do that. I don’t mean to flinch,” you tell him with shaky words. “I just, it’s a reflex I can’t get rid of.”

He squeezes your hands, then wraps his arms around you, pulling your chest to his.

“I’ll be more careful,” he says. His voice is thick with emotion. “Move more slowly. I’m old so it won’t be hard.”

Through your tears, you chuckle, and it helps to break the tension you’re still feeling. It means more than you can express that Joel would do that for you, would try to be so conscious of his movements.

Your face is in his neck, the scent of him filling your nose as he holds you so tight, tighter than he ever has.

“If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him,” he whispers, and you grip him tight. You pull away, just a little bit, so you can see him but stay in his arms.

“He died like a bitch. Crying, begging for his life,” you say, and Joel just nods, as if to tell you that was the right thing to do.

He presses his lips to yours, softly, once and then twice, and then urgently, as if to reassure you this way that you’re safe, that you’ll never have to go through that again, so long as you have Joel.

“This ain’t the right time to tell you,” Joel says when he pulls away and leaves you breathless, “but I’m in love with you.”

Your grin is ear to ear, and tears seep out once more. “There’s no wrong time to say that. I love you too.”

His small smile fades into an expression as serious as death. “I’ll never let anyone touch you, not ever again.”

You run your fingers down his cheek, and he leans into your touch.

“I know,” you whisper.

When he rises and extends his hand to you, you don’t flinch.

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joel's face when he realized his daughter is emo now

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joel's face when he realized his daughter is emo now

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tommy + text posts

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multiple times you've been like "im not into it unless roman writes it" and i love that about you lol

hey, i donated to stonewall housing for the event. i remember you talking about a trans man clint piss kink idea at some point, could i request that?

Ofc!!!

This is for Love Will Abide, my fandom fundraiser event! Thanks so much for donating! I think a queer drabble is perfect for a queer event! I assume you mean me talking about trans man x clint, but if you mean trans clint I'm down for that too! Just lmk <3

Pretty Boy

Clint Flood X transmasc!reader

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Summary: Clint fucks you until you pee. Send tweet.

Warnings: PIV sex, reader is afab trans masc, piss kink <3 both being the pisser and the piss-e, f-slur but lovingly, mentions of anal fisting, gapping asshole, everything is assumed to have consent.

Shout out to my beloved @pedge-page, the piss queen. I eagerly await to see some piss kink Clint from you <3

More gross weird Clint stuff, you say? Puke kink, foot fetish, armpit sniffing/licking

Tagging my usuals, plus some I thought might enjoy. If piss or trans masc content isn't for you, go ahead and ignore!

300 words

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"Not yet, baby boy, not yet..." Clint coos, stroking your face gently with those large hands he has as if he doesn't have you writhing under him with a full bladder and ready to cum. Clint jokes he used to have a fist of fury, and now it's "just a hand👋 " But it felt like a fist when all 5 knuckles were shoved up your asshole 5 minutes ago.

You were left gapping, and as Clint rails your other hole he likes to watch your asshole move and throb and try to close.

"God, I wish you could see yourself how I see you right now..." There's a hint of wonder there that was so reverent as he fucked you, it sounded like it belonged in a church, not in your bedroom, completely debased and sweaty and-

"Clint I swear to god I'm about to pee!"

He swats your ass lightly, reprimanding your attitude.

His voice was darker now, more firm, less room for being a brat. "Not until I'm done fucking this boy cunt, got it?"

"I c-can't!"

Gripping your hips, Clint sighs and decides to have mercy on your, and begins slamming into you. "Fuck it, let it out. Gonna piss on my cock, fucking faggot? Or are you gonna cum?"

It was both. Your arms give out in the relief but you keep your ass up for him, your bussy throbbing and pulse around him as you pissed on his dick, Clint moaning as he slammed into you over and over again. Piss went everywhere, splattered around by the ferocity of his thrusts, a load growling as Clint reached his own climax above you.

"Tell me what you are!!" he grunts, slapping your ass again. "Say it!"

"I'm your f-faggot!" The aftershocks of your orgasm are still pulsing, fingers twitch as the bliss reaches all extremities in waves of pleasure. "Yours!"

"Who owns this boycunt?"

"You! You own my holes!"

When Clint pulls out, he's not content with one hole being dripping with his mess. Aiming his cock as your, Clint pisses into your gapping asshole. You feel the warm liquid inside you, filling you and then overflowing to drip down your still-shaking legs.

You lay there on the bed, covered in him and your own sick fantasy.

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thanks for reading!!! I have a problem, i havn't even watched this yet and he consumes me ;-;

@miraclesabound @hornystan @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @slamminslamminmcgill

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me and a friend went out on friday with someone from our work

friend picked me up, and asked "what do we do if she turns out to be a republican"

we decided to bring up RFK's brain worms if we needed to signal escape

at friends house, new friend would say something like "oh i like *her son*'s painted nails!" and me and friend would look at each other like oh? a good sign?

finally when we drove to the art show it came out and we were all so relieved we were all leftists LMFAOOOOOOOO

this is what its like being a leftist in a VERY red state

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I have an idea for a Deaf Reader x Joel story. Reader became deaf later in life, so they speak perfect English and don’t have what I recently learned is called a "deaf accent." This takes place post-outbreak.

The reader is profoundly deaf — they can’t hear anything at all. Hearing aids aren’t an option; they couldn’t afford them. They tried to learn sign language, but it didn’t really stick. Maybe they managed to learn just a few basics — things like please, thank you, I’m sorry, and I love you”—but beyond that, they don’t know much.

I finally got started!!! i used this as a reason not to work on this paper lol ;-;

Anyway, graduation is Saturday and that next week im pretty wide open!!! so ill be able to finish it!!!!

I decided to move everything back to my main at @romanarose (soon to change to cosmickid-inmotion) so i'll be posting it there for my disability event! (see that accounts pinned post)

comment if you'd like to be tagged!!!

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im about to start screaming

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so when are men going to start breaking gender norms by doing all the cooking and cleaning and laundry instead of just painting their nails black

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OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

finally some good fucking tommy smut ;-;

Tommyxfem reader Jackson era! She asks him to help fix something in her house and he fucks her against the counter🥰

hi, friend! so sorry it took like,, a month,, but i'm out of finals fuckin finally so i had time to write this up

i hope it's what you were wanting!

also thank you @ohhoneypascal for looking it over for me i hope you and all the other tommy lovers out there enjoy it!

"Shit," you muttered to yourself. You were squatted on the floor of your kitchen looking at the pipes under your sink and the puddle of water under them. When you returned home from patrol in the evening, you almost slipped on the slick floor of the kitchen where water had leaked out. Following the trail of water in the cabinet, you located the problem to the sink pipes.

And that's about the extent you could do. Practically growing up in an apocalypse made you a stranger to home owning. The first place you could call your own that you had to take care of was the small home you were assigned to in Jackson. You didn't know the first thing about taking care of a house.

Looking up, you debated on what you should do; fix it yourself and figure it out, or go to your next-door-neighbor, Tommy, for help. You had seen him around town working on construction projects with some of the others and had seen him come home late at night, covered head to toe in sweat and dirt. He seemed like he knew how to fix a leaky pipe. Couldn't hurt to ask, right?

Slipping on your coat you walked into the snow covered streets, making your way to his house next door.

You knocked on the door, and to your dismay, there was no answer. You knock again, and let out a disappointed huff of air when, like before, there was no answer. Turning away from his door, you trudge to the only other place where you've seen him this late at night.

Down the road, you stepped into the Tipsy Bison. Making a quick scan of the booze scented, smoke filled room, and there, you see him, with a glass one-third of the way full of whiskey in his hand while a pen rested in the other. He was sitting at the far end of the bar-top, hardly noticeable and deep in thought. You walk over to him, composing yourself. He was wearing that denim button down he always wore, only the top buttons were left open revealing a white Henley. His hair, once slicked back in a bun, now mussed and let go to just brush the top of his shoulders, patchy hair tracing his jaw.

He was messy, undone, making excitement rumble throughout your veins and in your chest. Shaking the feeling as you approached the rugged man, you sat down next to him, clearing your throat. He looked up from what looked like to be maps of the terrain surrounding Jackson. As quickly as he looked up at you, he looked back down at the map—you didn't miss the small smile that hid under his mustache.

"How can I help you, sweetheart?" His Texan drawl twined in and out of each syllable, making your breath hitch and your train of thought falter, briefly forgetting why you were ever here in the first place.

"Uh," you filled the silence while you gathered yourself, "I gotta leaky pipe in my kitchen. Don't know how to fix it, was hopin' to ask you."

Tommy looked up at you at that. "You can shoot a runner 200 yards away and ya can't fix a pipe?" His tone was teasing, playful, so you simply rolled your eyes back at him.

"Grew up on the move, hunting them for sport. Wasn't some fancy construction worker with a house in a big ol'city."

He scoffed at that, finishing his drink and folding up his papers into the inside pocket of his fleece-lined denim jacket. "Don't hear 'fancy' and 'construction worker in the same sentence usually." Getting up to leave, he paused and gestured you to follow him. "C'mon, let's go fix that pipe o'yours."

You stride over next to him, bracing the cold as he opened the door of the bar. The lights of the street highlighted his face, showing off the freckles that speckled over him like a thousand kisses. Oh, what you would give to softly connect each spot with your mouth, loving on him sweetly.

But you were shaken from your thoughts as he passed your house, leaving a frown to grace your features.

"Uh, Tommy-" You start.

"I know," he interrupted, tossing a look over his shoulder, a smirk gracing his lips. "Gonna need some tools from mine, so we'll stop there first and go to yours after." You sighed and nodded at his explanation, stuffign your cold-craked hands in the pockets of your coat. "You get any good shots today?"

At first, you're confused at his question before it dawns on you that he's asking about your patrol shift from earlier in the evening. "No, but I got a clicker yesterday. Head shot."

"Good shit."

The walk to his was quick, his tools practically in the entrance of it, as though they were waiting for him. The walk back to yours was even quicker than the walk from the Tipsy Bison to his house. You led him in, the old creak of the door breaking the silence of your space. Tommy followed you, his eyes staying on the door quizzically over his shoulder for a moment before he turned he eyes back to you. You had taken off your jacket leaving you in an old t-shirt that hugged your form, exposing your figure and your pebbled nipples from the cold.

Tommy's eyes wandered over your body, following you as you crouched down by your sink, opening the cabinets. Pointing to the leak, he shifted his attention from you to the pipes. It was a small leak, easily fixable, he thought.

He sighed, setting down his tools, "Shit, sweetheart."

You frown at him while he sat down next to you to get a closer look. Nervously, you chewed on your bottom lip. You didn't know what exactly he meant by his previous comment, which made anxiety push in on your lungs. But also, he was right there. Tommy was just inches away from you, in your home, away from the prying eyes of the outside. It was rare to be alone with him, with anybody, in a such a small town. And the proximity of the two of you made your heart race and your head spin, only amplifying the intensity of the current situation at hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Gonna have to take the whole thing apart." Your face fell, and a smile grew on his face. When you realize he was pulling your leg, you roll our eyes and smack his arm with the back of your hand playfully. He chuckled and shook his head before leaning into the cabinet with some tool you couldn't name. "Nothings wrong, a joint just get loose right here is all. Happens when the weather changes sometimes. You're just lucky it didn't freeze and bust the pipe, because that's when you'd be in trouble." He leaned back out to look at you and grab a small cloth.

You contemplated, and after a moment, you asked "Teach me?"

His eyebrow quirked up in quick surprise before he motioned you over. You leaned back down to lay on your stomach next to his broad frame, the heat from his body radiating from him making your breath catch in your throat.

"Okay, well take this then," he handed you a flashlight. "See this nut right here? This is the one that's loose, so we're gonna take this wrench and just tighten it up a bit. Rightie tightie 'n all that. Can ya turn on the faucet for me?" You stood up to do as he asked. "Yeah, there was just a loose pipe, wasn't tightened all the way." He stood up next to you, and you looked at his eyes shadowed by his brow.

"Thank you," you whispered to him.

"Don't gotta thank me, sweetheart, it wasn't anything." He packed up his tools in his bag and placed it on the counter top before he faced you again. He practically towered over you, looking down his nose, his chest almost pressed against yours. Just looking at him made your thighs clench involuntarily, your body craving his touch. "Besides, there are other ways I could think of for you to thank me, anyway." He whispered lowly.

"That so?" You asked, eyes flicking down to his lips. He stepped closer, bringing a hand to your jaw, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Well, I think that could be arranged." His eyes shifted at your soft spoken words when you reached up to connect your mouth to his. He accepted you, kissing back, his eyelids fluttering shut. Pulling you in by the waist, his bulge pressed against you, eliciting a moan from your throat that slipped past your lips into him. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into you, claiming you as his.

Tommy had one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, holding you to him, walked you till your back hit the other counter top. Your hands rested on his chest, inching closer and closer to his neck and shoulders. With you sandwiched between the counter and him, you felt him grow harder against your clothed front, heat building up under your skin. As your lips meshed together, your moans swallowed by him, you let a hand slowly drag it's way up to the base of his throat putting hardly any pressure, just resting. He groaned into you, his rhythm faltering just a little before his eyes opened and he pulled away from you, his grip on your neck pulling you back so he could look you in the eyes.

"Oh, baby," he smiled, his voice sickeningly sweet. "No, no, no, no. We ain't gonna do that. Not tonight, at least. Y'hear me?" You looked at him, his voice sending a rush of arousal to soak your clothed cunt.

You looked him over once again, biting your lip. You shouldn't, but you just smirked as your eyes flitted back to his eyes and giving his neck a little playful squeeze.

"Why not?" You asked him with feigned innocence.

His eyes went dark and hazy before he clicked his tongue in disapproval. Practically manhandling you, he flipped you around so you wouldn't be facing him, leaving him out of your reach while you remained in his.

"Fuck, sweetheart, this what you wanted all along? You just pretend not to know how to fix the pipe to get me to fuck you in your kitchen?"

You whimpered as the cool counter pressed against your chest while he hissed in your ear. Kicking your knees apart, he pulled your pants down just low enough to give him access to you. He felt around, sliding two fingers up and underneath your panties gathering up your slick. He groaned, "Fuck, sweet girl, you're fucking soaked. This all f'me?" You just nod your head in response, shimmying to give him better access. His fingers slipped inside of you, just past your entrance, teasing you as he scolded, "Uh uh, answer me."

"Yes," you sigh, breathless from the state he had you in. "All f'you."

"That's a good, sweet girl," It only took a moment longer for him to make you tremble under his touch, moving his fingers in and out of you, hitting spots you never could reach on your own. His thumb brushed against your clit, drawing a gasp from you at the intense pressure it brought. He chuckled at that and kept his thumb on that little bundle of nerves, rubbing heavy circles.

"Tommy, wait, please—fuck," you exhale with effort, trying to get the words out in one try, but ultimately failing. "Fuck, please—just fuck me."

"Fuck you? Hmm," He pretended to contemplate, removing his hand from your sopping cunt. "I don't know, maybe I should save that for the next time you need me to come over and fix something. Maybe, when I come over to fix that window in your room? The one that's either broken or you purposely leave open so I can watch you fuck yourself on your fingers at night?" Your eyes widen and you look over your shoulder at him. The bastard was smirking, his mouth drawn up to one side before he said, "Oh, sweetheart, don't act so surprised. I know you put on those little shows for me. Yeah?"

He sent his fingers back into you, full force, his pace quickening. He was right, though. You did leave your window open for him to watch sometimes, but the thought of him actually doing so sent a gush of arousal around his hand, beginning to drip down your thighs.

"Fuck, Tommy," you muster up all your remaining strength to quip back at him, "Didn't take you for a tease and a perv."

"Yeah, you fuckin' love it though, baby." With his fingers deep in your pussy and his thumb circling your clit, you felt yourself begin to falter and clench around him, your release just on edge. "Shit, sweet girl, y'gonna come f'me? Need you to come all over my fingers." He whispered, his head resting on your shoulder as he panted and placed hot, open mouthed kisses across the skin of your neck.

"Tommy," you moaned, air being forced past your lips every time he pushed in his fingers just a little further. "Tommy, fuck, I'm gonna come."

"Soak my hand, sweet girl. You're being so good f'me, just finish all over me and I'll give you my cock." You let out a high-squeaked moan at his filthy words in your ear. "Fuck, you want that, sweetheart?" You nodded a soft uh-huh, your release practically imminent now. "There, you go, such a good, sweet girl f'me."

You let go, bands of white hot pleasure thrummed in your core and your head fell forward as you struggled to hold it up, struggled to breathe under his intense pressure and attention he paid you.

"Would'ya look at that?" He muttered in awe as he drew his hand from you, your cum coating his fingers in a sheen. "Fuckin' beautiful, sweetheart, I bet you taste so sweet." He brought his fingers to his mouth, languidly sucking his fingers clean of you, tasting the pleasure which he brought you. He let go with a loud pop, humming softly, before you heard him speak over the quiet clink of a belt buckle. "And wha'd'ya know? I was right."

"You're teasing," you whine at him, praying that he'll just fill the ache in your core, despite your release just moments ago. You just wanted to feel him entirely, feel him deep. He tsked once at your impatience, but he must've been impatient too, because before you knew it, he sheathed himself in you all the way to the hilt, in one long stroke. You gasped at his sudden presence, and he groaned lowly at the feeling of your cunt choking him up. The soft sounds of your noises mixed with the delicious sound of his skin slapping against yours.

"Fuck, Tommy," you groaned, eyes flickering back in your head as the waves of pleasure he offered you consumed your body. You found a new gratefulness for the counter top that you were rested on because the tremble in your legs was growing stronger, weakening support for your body. Sensing your trouble, Tommy moved his hands to grip your hips, steadying you—and also giving him easier access into your cunt.

"Shit, sweetheart, you're so fucking wet f'me. Like you were fuckin' made for me," he stuttered through shaky breaths as he pistoned in and out of you. His cock was fully enclosed in your pussy, pushing up into your stomach, and filling you out. Feeling him brush against your front walls sent you reeling into your next orgasm, still sensitive from the first. "Yeah, that's a good fuckin' girl. My sweet girl takin' me so well, that right?"

"Fuck, Tommy—Tommy," your breathing is coming out in pants now, and your heart beat is thundering in your ears mimicking the clench around his dick. "Tommy, it's too much, wait—"

"Oh, sweetheart, you can take it. You've been so good f'me," his pace faltered as he quickened, nearing his own release.

You mumbled out something unintelligible, drooling pooling from your lips.

"Yeah, you can fuckin' take it," he groaned into your neck, hips faltering. "Fuck, fuck, sweetheart."

He stilled, breathing heavily, while you felt yourself pulsate around him, thick ropes filling into you to the brim.

"Fuck, baby," he sighed, calming himself from the exertion of energy. Breathing in deeply, heartbeat still pounding, you pull up from your counter ever so slightly to look over your shoulder. Just to catch a glimpse of Tommy, as if you didn't it might've been all a dream.

But sure enough he was there. Sweat gleaming on his brow, his hair even more so disheveled than earlier. He looked utterly fucked out, as you surely did as well. You smiled up at him.

"So you look at me through my window, huh?" You chuckle at the pink that tinges his cheeks.

"So you leave open you window on purpose when you change?" He countered, smiling back at you. "Dangerous game you're playin' there."

"Well, maybe you'll just have to come back and fix it then."