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people don’t even ask for a hit of your vape anymore they just look at you like this

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Took some pics of Joel (aka MY man 😉)

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copy n pasting my tiktok caption actually

i feel like everyone always talks abt how in love troy is w abed (which is true he IS very in love with him, and his love is explicitly stated. cough cough epidemiology), but i don't see as many people talking about how in love abed is with troy!!!

and i think this is because his love is more subtextual than troys is. sure, he never directly tells him "i love you", but he includes troy in everything he does, hes jealous of britta when she starts dating troy, he literally hallucinated lava because troy has to sail across the world without him!!!!! he's just as in love as troy is, he's just more subtle about it

okay thats all i have to say goodbye trobed nation

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Exactly, I would pay a LARGE sum of money to watch these. To even just know the names of the other shows.

curious about what else goes on over at abed tv.....

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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No, seriously.

literally him

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Community behind the scenes shitpost (pt. 2)

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Shower Secrets (18+)

Short Story by Joyceyayo

Plot: you’re John Krasinski’s co-star in ‘The Office’

I'm moaning, and he looks me in the eyes, rubbing faster. Oh god, fuck me. But… this is still my co-star, as much as I want him to rearrange my guts. I don't think my better judgment will win, but it's worth a try

      "John, this is wrong," I say, moaning

      "but you like it so much," he laughs

      "yes, I really- mmmm," he starts to pump his finger in and out of me.

      "Fuck, John, no" I know I'm going to cum, but I can't let him win.

      "Come on, you can cum" he teases

I sit in my trailer after filming today. We had to kiss so many times to get the take. He slipped his tongue in my mouth. Now THATS dedication to the character. I always thought that John was so funny. He is the most excellent person ever. He is never mean.

I get in the shower and wash my hair. I reach my hand down and rub my clit. I hold in my moans. No one can hear me; it would be so embarrassing. I open my mouth and close my eyes. Jesus, this is... oh god, this feels amazing. I start to rub remarkably faster and feel myself getting closer. I accidentally think, John, and right at that second, I cum. This feels so good I'm going to cry. I open my mouth wide, about to scream with pleasure. I quickly purse my lips and calm down. My eyes widened as I realized that John made me cum. I never learned how fucking hot he is. I shake it off like it never happened; I finish washing up and get out. I go to my bed and pick out some sleepwear. I was about to drop the towel when I heard the door open.

      "Jesus" I turn around to see John looking at me.

      "John, what the-?” he cuts me off by running up to me and ripping my towel off. He kisses my neck

      "god, you're so beautiful," he whispers. I moan.

      "John," I say, trying to push him away and grab my towel. He reaches down and starts to rub my clit. Oh god, I can't say no to this. This feels so... oh my god, this feels amazing. This feels so fucking good. I'm moaning, and he looks me in the eyes, rubbing faster. Oh god, fuck me. But… this is still my co-star, as much as I want him to rearrange my guts. I don't think my better judgment will win, but it's worth a try

      "John, this is wrong," I say, moaning

      "but you like it so much," he laughs

      "yes, I really- mmmm," he starts to pump his finger in and out of me.

      "Fuck, John, no" I know I'm going to cum, but I can't let him win.

      "Come on, you can cum" he teases

      "Never," I say, but he curls his fingers to hit my spot.

      "OH GOD YES!" It just comes out. I'm entirely submitting to him. I go limp, hanging in his arm. He laughs

      "y/n, you love this, don't you?" He laughs/teases.

      "yes, John, I love it," I moan

      "Who?" He says, thrusting faster.

       "Daddy, I love Daddy's fingers inside me." He has control entirely over me. He let out a small groan, and just at that sound, I came all over his fingers. He laughs. He looks me in the eyes as he licks me off him. Oh my god, he did not just do that!

He pushes me on the bed.

      "John, that's enough. You had your fun," I say; it's not enough. I'll never get enough of him. However, I'm about to bring all of him. I can see it in his smirk. He takes off his clothes, and I look at his dick and can almost feel how amazing it would be. He pins me and slides his dick in me. Shit, I've never been restrained. But his hand grabbing my wrist is beyond hot.

      "Hmm," I huff. He feels so good. Something about this man feels so amazing.

       "John-" I try to speak. “y-yes,” he cuts me off with a kiss and then smiles cockily

      "you can't even say anything" he thrusts faster

      "it feels good, doesn't it? Daddy's dick thrusting into your tight little pussy feels so good you can't speak. You like that, don't you?" He says.

      "oh god- you feel so good," I struggle to say. He thrusts harder, and I am screaming

      "you like it when daddy pounds you, huh? Do you like that? You like how I feel in your pussy?" He is so hot, oh my god.

      "Yes, pound my tight little pussy, stretch my pussy, daddy" I've never been more submissive in my life. I feel my walls closing in

      "cum with me, cum all over my cock" At that moment, I came, and he smirked. He groans as he pulls out and cums on my chest.

He falls next to me

      "god damnit Krasinski, you did that," I say, laughing

      "You a hard one," he says

      "that's what she said," I say and he laughs

      "oh my god, don't bring Micheal Scott into this," he laughs. We are panting

      "I, really, REALLY Like you," he says

      "and will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

      "God, yes," I say because he is such a sweet person (I didn't know he had that side to him.) "I have to shower again; come in," I say, grabbing his hand.

A/n 💋

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troy about abed: he is a magical elflike man with beautiful mysterious eyes that you can get lost in everything he does is awesome i want to crawl into his mind and listen to him talk all day long and do everything he tells me to do

abed about troy: he's the only person who i don't mind acknowledging the camera when i make documentaries

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shut up I know someone did this already :]

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Community behind the scenes shitpost

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🤤🤤🤤

delulu is at an all time high today

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Evil Troy and evil Aaaabed

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Finders Keepers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Something about the sun in Cabo San Lucas and your best friend’s father’s sweaty body makes you a horny mess. When you find an old pink shirt of his lying around, you really can’t resist. When Mr. Miller finds you humping a pillow and moaning his name, neither can he.

Warnings: 18+. No plot, just porn! Age gap, size kink, praise kink, masturbation, unprotected p-in-v, choking, and a healthy dose of Daddy!Joel. Yes, I need to be locked away in a cage for how feral this man makes me.

A heatstroke would be a kindness in these conditions.

Seeing your best friend’s father frolicking around on the beach with his broad, bare chest on display, skin coated with sweat, and his swim trunks worn so tight you could practically taste the outline of his bulge with every step? That had been your own personal hell for the past hour.

Naturally, you’d had to fake a dehydrated spell and slip off to your villa for some much-needed sexual relief.

“Damn you, Mr. Miller,” you cursed, crawling across the bed with your fingers about to snake between your legs, “Why won’t you just pin me down and fuck me stupid?”

You knew the answer as well as anyone else that this man was totally off-limits—being your best friend’s dad and twice your age and all—but that wouldn’t stop you from touching yourself to the thought just the same.

The bottom half of your bikini was brushed crudely to the side as your fingers worked a furious circuit around your clit. Your hips bucked, head throbbed, insides churned with a fire you couldn’t even begin to describe, and all you could picture was Joel Miller lying there, eyes trained on you as he slotted himself between your legs and fucked you hard enough to break the bed in two.

You slipped your hand beneath a pillow, gripped the sheets under there in a fist, and closed your eyes. Then you yanked the fabric between your fingers and felt somewhat confused—and surprised.

When you looked to your left and lifted the pillow, you saw an odd pink fabric in your hand. You let it go and saw that it was a t-shirt. A big one.

No fucking way.

You would recognize that soft, heady, sandalwood scent anywhere.

It was Mr. Miller’s shirt.

You buried your nose in the material and inhaled as much of that sweet, delectable DILF as you could manage. Wanting him in you, on you, surrounding you completely with his scent so you could pretend he was there in that king-sized bed with you.

Before you could think, you threw the shirt on and grabbed the nearest pillow.

Fuck, you felt crazy. But by God, you were free.

You straddled the cushion between your thighs and rubbed your barely-clad cunt over the seam, whimpering to no one and nothing in particular. You closed your eyes and dragged your hips along that spot, humping it again and again, imagining it was Mr. Miller’s fat, throbbing member instead of a pillow and felt a rush.

“Oh, Joel— oh daddy, fuck me, please.”

You threw your head back and felt every bit the loud and obnoxious porn star as you rode to your heart’s content.

Your hand clamped down on the headboard and anchored your body in place, allowing you to grind your hips even harder. The sensation was crazy—nowhere near as insane as Mr. Miller’s own cock, you reckoned, but good enough—and the longer you rutted your lower half against that pillow, the closer you got to climax.

“I’m so fucking close, want you to cum all inside me.”

With one more protracted, lewd moan, you squeezed your legs together and were about to reach your release, when a sound at the far end of the room almost sent you, your pink t-shirt, and pillow flying off the bed in a panic.

Glass shattered on the ground. You tried desperately to throw the covers over your body and hide yourself.

To your horror, you saw a wide-eyed, petrified Joel Miller standing at the threshold of the room—holding a bottle of ibuprofen and, just seconds before, a cup of water.

The red-faced father of two turned as though he were about to leave, then, reconsidering why he had come up there in the first place, decided to try and play it cool.

“I…brought you some Advil,” he announced, awkward as a cow on roller skates.

You sat up and forced a smile. Tried to pretend like you weren’t just balls deep in a fantasy of him bending you over a table and railing you raw and senseless.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you languished in the world’s longest, and most uncomfortable beat of silence, before Joel’s gaze presently fell to your chest. He couldn’t help himself.

“Is that my shirt?”

You glanced down. You could try and lie, maybe save face in one desperate, last-ditch effort.

“Yeah. It just, uh…smelled,” you said instead.

What the fuck was wrong with you?! Surely the Mai Tais hadn’t been that strong to make you act so fucking dumb. But then again, this was your lizard brain talking, and there was no telling how weird you could get around a man as handsome as Mr. Miller. It was humiliating.

To your surprise, your friend’s father just raised his brows and smiled. A bit strained and uncertain, to be sure, but at least he hadn’t fled the room. You watched as his eyes trailed down the length of your body and stopped somewhere around the hem of his shirt, where the fabric gave way to your soft, bare legs. You couldn’t work out if he was intrigued or simply amused. Derisive, even.

Fortunately for you, you didn’t have to stew on those thoughts for much longer, because Joel tossed the pill bottle to the side and made his way over to the bed.

Out of shock—and utter disbelief—you leapt back on the mattress and tried to make distance, but damn if Mr. Miller didn’t have some speed in those old bones. He easily snagged your ankle in one hand and dragged your body back to his. In the process, his oversized tee rolled up over your tummy and exposed your lower half to him, leaving you at an angle you never thought he’d see.

“So I smell?” he murmured, braving a hand up your thigh.

You actually wanted to die. In a good way.

You quickly recollected yourself and shook your head.

“No! No. Not at all, Mr. Miller, I just…I liked it a lot, actually,” you stammered, tensing when his fingers started to trace the skin of your thigh a little higher.

“How much?” Joel asked. This time he almost looked stern as he watched you react to his hand making its way to your heat. Particularly when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your flimsy bikini bottom.

You couldn’t hope to hide the yelp that crept up your throat when he did. You’d just been humping a pillow, a half a breath away from orgasm, when he’d interrupted. Your whole body was sensitive, to say the least.

At length, Joel made circles with his thumb and watched you squirm when he brought his touch under your panties. He hummed, feeling you drenched between your legs.

“Oh, darlin’, this is awful,” he frowned.

You swallowed a whimper and raised your gaze to him.

“W-what? What’s awful?”

Right before he answered, Mr. Miller sank two fingers inside you, prodding them gently between your soft, fleshy walls and eliciting the softest of moans from you.

“How needy this sweet little thing is for me,” he tsked, curling his fingers to bring about an even louder sound, “How pathetic and wet and horny you’ve been getting for a dirty old man like me. Must hurt somethin’ terrible.”

He had you there. You were greedy and needy and soaking the sheets like you never had before, dripping more arousal the longer he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You watched Joel’s expression change, and suddenly he was retracting his hand and bringing it down to his shorts. Those tight, bright red, bulge-teasing swim trunks that had been driving you buckwild earlier.

His erection was considerably bigger now, swollen with desire and leaping out of his shorts the second he yanked down the fabric.

“I can make that hurt go away, honey. Just lay still.”

Were you a victim of the world’s most vivid, lust-filled lucid dream of all time or was this actually happening? You almost couldn’t believe when the strings of your bikini were loosened and your pussy laid bare before him, shortly met with the throbbing head of his cock.

“You do want me to get rid of that funny feeling, right?”

You almost snapped your neck nodding so fast.

Mr. Joel Miller was going to take care of you—make that terrible, tingling ache go away with his dick.

Before you had a chance to prepare, the man was pushing himself inside you. Searing your walls with that thick, veiny member you’d just been dreaming of before. You couldn’t believe how full you felt, how fantastic he smelled, how overwhelmingly present he was to make you feel as good as you could.

His thumb was back at your clit, pressing light as a feather as he wedged his cock further inside you.

“C’mon, honey, let daddy in,” he murmured low, close to your ear as he sank his length between your folds, “Let me make you feel good.”

You whimpered and grasped at his shoulders, legs wrapping tight around his waist like a vice.

“Feel better than you expected?” Joel smirked.

“Yes, daddy. So fucking good,” you groaned when you felt his pubic bone brush your own. His thumb kept working your bundle of nerves as his hips began to stir.

“How long have you been touching yourself to me, hm?”

His question was simple enough but the hardest for you to answer in your present condition, Joel’s thrusts just beginning to pick up the pace. His balls slapped lightly against your ass, and his whole frame enveloped you in bed, shaking the frame with every stroke he gave you.

“Since— since the day I met you,” you managed in a breath. That breath melded quickly to a strangled moan when Joel seized hold of the base of your throat.

“That long and you never asked me to help out, darlin’?” his voice was almost taunting, his thrusts growing faster.

In no time at all, he was slamming into you full-force, hand still wrapped around your neck and lips curled into a smile. He’d never say it aloud, but he’d been dreaming about you too, as long as he could remember, from the very first day his daughter had introduced you to him.

It was wrong—he knew it just as well as you did.

But that didn’t change the fact of how good you felt wrapped around him, taking every inch of his cock as he pounded you into the bed.

“You’ll promise—” he paused to drive the head of his cock to your cervix and make you whine underneath him, “—to tell me, next time you have one of these feelings?”

“I will. I-I promise,” you whimpered.

“Good girl.” Joel kissed the crown of your head before he went back to fucking you rough.

You were almost embarrassed to say it was happening this fast, but that hot, euphoric feeling was building up inside you. You clamped your bottom lip between your teeth and willed it not to happen—not to make a mess of Mr. Miller’s cock so soon—but the sensation was stronger than you. And Joel saw it, too.

“Is my good girl gonna cum for me?” he grunted.

When you started to answer, you felt his fingers make their way to your mouth and push sharply past your lips. Made you suck his index and middle fingers as he fucked you and had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

And, to your surprise, he kept talking you through it.

“Keep fucking me, honey, keep milking this cock. You’ve made it this far—might as well cum all over me, huh?”

He looked cocky and self-assured—the same old Mr. Miller that you’d come to know and love. Only this time, he was helping you through an orgasm, all stretched out over his member and desperate for release. You dug your heels in the small of his back and sucked his fingers even harder, nodding your head when he told you to cum for daddy, cum all over this cock.

It was arguably one of the best orgasms of your life, getting pounded hard and fast while Mr. Miller groaned above you and shot his own load deep inside you. Unlike before, with that pillow wedged between your thighs, you actually screamed from the pleasure, bit down on the man’s fingers and bounced back and forth as you rode out your high in a firestorm of fervor and bliss.

In short, you were fucked-out and happier than ever.

Joel collapsed beside you, seemingly feeling the same.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, or when those smug, cunning features first appeared on his face, but suddenly he was up—propped beside you with a smile.

That handsome, grinning bastard trailed a finger to your neckline and tugged at the neon pink fabric of his shirt.

“So…when can I have this back?”

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Happy birthday husband!!!!!

October 20, 1979

(inspiration)

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“Satin”

Jim Halpert short story fanfic by Joyceyayo

A/n I wrote this literally years ago but it’s okay so ima post it. The backstory is just that they go to the same school.

The satin of her plum-colored dress is so deep you can almost taste it. The way it tightens around her waist makes my throat feel like it was swelling. She walks down the hallway of the dormitory meeting my eyes as she nears the doorway I'm standing in. She reaches me and I look down at her green eyes staring right back up at me, analyzing my thoughts to which it looked like.

"Hi" she tumbles out as my hands finally meet the tops of her shoulders, they rest there as she awaits an answer. I lightly pull my hands up to her face, cupping her chin and edging her closer to my lips ever so slowly. She closes her eyes.

"Hey" I whisper right against her lips, but not touching them. It was tempting but it was so fascinating seeing how I could annoying such a patient girl. I remove my hands from her and enter the dorm, releasing the door and letting it almost slam, locking her out. She catches it and you can hear it thump against her palm.

"You're always such a tease!" She complains, actually letting the door slam and lock after following me into my kitchen. Where I take a seat and eat the stale chips I left out from earlier. She is standing right in front of me holding the back of a chair instead of sitting in it. She's looking down at me now and I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh really?" I joke trying to keep a light mood, not letting my feelings overpower me. I look at her with a stare that is waiting for her response while moving my hand around in the bag trying to find a whole chip.

"Yeah" she breathes quickly and I stand back up to wash my hands at the sink. I tilt my head sideways and smile at her, trying to get on her nerves. "Yeah you're such a dick" she groans walking towards the area beside my sink.

      I have to rotate my head to follow her movement. I grab a paper towel and cock my head, smirking at her. I Toss the towel out and step closer. She steps back a bit as I near her body. The closer I get the more she backs up. Until she hits the wall behind her. She sharply inhales, Looking side to side before feeling my breath on her face and looking at me. I place my hands on the wall on either side of her, keeping her in place. I look down at her, breathing unsteadily and I lift her chin.

      "You're going to regret that baby girl" I assure and lightly kiss her. I trail the kisses to her neck and suck a tiny bit.

I push her down to her knees with absolutely no resistance. She slowly unbuckles my belt and slides down my pants and boxers. She swallows nervously looking at it. She grabs it and places it in her mouth. I open my mouth and hot breath releases. She starts to slowly move her head and I place my forearms on the wall behind her. I blow air and bite my lip, she goes a bit deeper and I let out a groan. I look down at her and tuck her hair behind her ear. She looks up at me and I'm losing control, rolling my eyes, and saying "good girl".  I pant as I form her hair into a ponytail. I look down at her.

      "Mhm" she agrees in a hum and I shudder. I push her onto me and throw my head back, lost in my groans. She's gagging and tears are streaming down her face.

"You know we have a safe word and motion, but you still won't use it. Deep down I t- think you wanted this." I let out groans and inconvenient pauses in the sentence. She looks up at me, glossy-eyed with me down her throat. I continue to push her head against me.

She resists a bit and touches my hand to let me know she's had enough "sorry" I breathe for a moment as I gain some self-control and stop myself from coming as much as I need to. I pull her back up. Her makeup is running down her face and I wipe the side of her mouth. I give her a long kiss.

      "turn around" she looks up at me with a look I've never seen in her eyes, full of lust and deviance. Even though it's new I know exactly what she's gonna say. She gives a big smile.

      "Make me" she speaks. I grab the sides of her shoulders now and whip her around to face the wall before slamming her against it. I slowly lower my lips to her ear for a second. her heavy breath hitches and trembles with anxiety.

       "You've got quite the mouth on you," I whisper and she lets out a small whimper.

       "I'm sorry sir" she begs as I mess with the hem at the bottom of her dress. I lift it a bit to expose her lace panties.

      "Sure, sure you are." I grab her hips and push them onto my region, Imitating thrusts. I bend down for a second and lick her heat through her panties, one long stroke. This makes her move closer to the wall and lets out a loud moan.

"you've got a lot coming for you princess if that made you moan" I take my pointer and middle finger of the same hand and place them in her mouth. I wet them and rub them against the tip of my cock. I move her panties aside to push myself against her entrance. She whimpers loudly. I progress towards her ear and breathe heavily into it for a moment.

      "Hm?" I hint and she nods once, I steadily myself back up and look down at what I'm working with. Pretty fucking good, I smack her ass and she squeals. I slowly slide in. She screws her eyes shut and purses her lips. While I remain in that same first thrust I place my hand on her neck, pulling her head back. I inhale slowly and start thrusting into her, making her mouth gape open to looking like noise would come out but it doesn't. Like she wants to let out the loudest moan but she can't.

She finally starts to wail when I start pulling her onto me while thrusting. She sometimes tears up when I go rough on her.

      "You're so fucking good baby" I groan into her ear, she feels as though I'm in the most relaxing yet exciting place ever. I put my other hand on her stomach to keep her from struggling and she places her hand over mine. here we go.

"Jim I'm fucking coming" she pushes my hips away while profusely moaning, sort of as a reflex. So I just take her wrists and pin them against the wall then I just continue thrusting. She screams with pleasure as I start going faster and faster to meet my release. I let her go and pull out. I cum all over her ass.

I clean her up and I get back dressed, she just lets her dress fall. The satin clings back to her body as to say 'I'm not here for you'. I run my hands through my hair and scratch the back of my scalp as I lean against the counter of my kitchen. She finally turns around she looks me in the eye.

"You're sexy you know that?" I say casually as she nears me. She gets to me and presses her torso on mine, crossing her fingers as her forearms are doing the same.

"Yeah," she says laughs doubtfully. I sigh and wet a paper towel at my sink. I wipe the runny mascara off her cheeks.

"Yeah! Why else was I not be able to have you in my dorm for 2 minutes without pulling up your dress and fucking you against my kitchen wall." She blushes, I can see it clearly because I'm looking right at her cheeks and I wiped the small amount of makeup she would have had covering it.

"Come on let's get some dinner," I say and she nods.