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You're not alone and I'm always here 🖤

Yaaaaaaaaassss!!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

wanna be in a forbidden situationship w joel miller so fucking bad

I’m afraid no one will ever fall in love with me. I feel ugly and unloveable.

living with joel in jackson ✩‧₊°

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First look at PEDRO PASCAL as REED RICHARDS

I really needed this. Thank you!!!

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hi if you're reading this i love you very much

pedro pascal characters x graphic tees [pt. 4]

Raider Joel and Sweet Pea

@toxicanonymity

👗☀️💦

when she moans “right there” and then he replies with “right there?” in THAT voice >>>>

TINY WORLD (2020)

I just finished this absolute masterpiece!!! It started out as a one shot but turned into a series and I’m so glad it did!!! Highly recommend.

Idle Threats MASTERLIST

Joel has watch duty with Jackson’s twenty-year old, smart-mouthed brat and gets more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content MDNI, brat taming, religious imagery and symbolism, catholic guilt, dom/sub undertones, canon typical violence, age gap (32years), mean!Joel, jealousy, reader is given a backstory to progress the plot, size difference, mention of sexual assault, mention of loss and death, mention of sexual assault of a minor, (no explicit details), renouncing of god, desecration of a church, JOEL POV

i: Watch Duty

ii: Locked Doors

iii: The Hand that Feeds

iv: Feelin' Empty?

v: Faith in Me

vi: Her Love Endures

vii: Dig Two Graves

viii: Forgive Me, Father

ix: Judge, Jury, Executioner

x: 32:1

[completed on AO3!]

divider by @tsunami-of-tears <3

bottom graphic by @saradika-graphics <3

theres this dumb fucking idea I have that's like. not hot but it is but it isnt... making out with a guy while fully nude but insisting you cant have sex because you arent on birth control.. he's so well behaved until his cock presses against your pussy lips ever so slightly... and he just goes "they're just kissing. thats ok right??"

Miller’s Girl

I wanna be his good girl so bad

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can we talk about men who rest their heads on your lap in the living room and end up eating you out :/ who nudge your pussy with their nose and shamelessly inhale your scent. who eat you out with so much passion and get so unbelievably hard that they have to take their cock out and jerk off as they eat your cunt and when they come they do so on you

Joel Miller Flannel

The closest I’ll get to owning the green flannel

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So hot🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

wip wednesday

hello hello hello thank you to my sweet @joelsgreenflannel for the tag! decode part two is starting to come along so here is a snippet of that for all you beautiful people who showed part one so much love <3

smut warning here, for some vaginal fingering, dirty talk and one instance of joel calling reader "kiddo" because...yeah

“He touch you?” His hand slowly glides up the inside of your leg, drifting under the hem of your flowing, yellow skirt. He inches towards your centre, fingers brushing at the crease of your thigh–and you don’t stop him. “He touch you here?”

You let him cup your sex in his palm, gasping as you tilt your hips ever so slightly into his touch. He softly rakes his fingers over the damp gusset of your panties, eliciting the sweetest little whimper from you. Fuck, he’s been dreaming of that sound.

“A-a little,” you stammer breathlessly.

“And?”

He circles your heat over the fabric in wide, coaxing motions, spurred on by the way your lips part and your eyes widen. When he feels fresh pools of wetness soak your underwear at his touch, Joel grins. 

“It wasn’t as good,” you choke out. 

“As good as what, sweetheart?” 

Maybe it’s a little cruel, but his grin widens as you struggle to form the words to respond.

He moves even closer, crowding you into the back of the couch until his lips find your neck. You throw your head back and sigh as his fingers dip below the edge of your panties to properly rub at your clit. 

You’re so fucking wet. 

“As good as when you did it, Joel.”

“Yeah,” he growls, nipping lightly at you earlobe like you were something he could eat. You whine and writhe and grind into his palm and Joel wishes your date could see you now. “‘Cause you know what the real problem here is, kiddo?”

Through short, panted breaths, you tell him, No. 

“He’s just a dumb fuckin’ kid,” Joel says, voice low as he buries two fingers into your warm, dripping hole, “And you know what you need?”

He feels you shake your head, feels your pussy clench around him as he fucks you with his fingers, feels your hands gripping desperately at his shirtfront, clinging to him like you’d fall right through the earth without him there to catch you. He’s never been more certain of anything in his life than when he whispers in your ear, 

“You need a man, don’t you? You need me.” 

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WOO ok bye np tags for @joelscruff @atticrissfinch @pedgito @ezrasbirdie @beardedjoel

@mrsmando @gasolinerainbowpuddles

He’s so fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine omg🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Pedro Pascal as Marcus Acacius in Gladiator II (2024)

Everyone should read this ❤️

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.

Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly...

"What'swrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said.

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said.

"I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -- Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was my time!"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100 percent true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

10. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

To everyone who is reading this just now....

*"Thanks for your time."

Lightning bugs✨🐛✨

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk