#never forget the balls

[benevolenterrancy]

redraw of that ds9 scene

LBH doesn't understand what's going on but wants to impress shizun; MBJ understands it even less but is optimistic about any sport involving a solid wooden bludgeon at least

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[mayhemspreadingguy]

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[miyakuli]

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[dumplingcatho]

the one and only smart dumbass. the most guy ever. (he looks so serious here bc he's sitting for a portrait. the painter has been relying on his memory of the one time sokka was neutral 3.5 hrs ago)

[lamichicuenta]

A little something for a werewolf Yamcha Au, hehe🐺✨

[covetyou]

no thoughts. head empty. just cum kink and balls. cum kink and balls.

and you know it's GOD DAMN RIGHT they're my favourite hand warmers and I could hold them all day. fuck off with fidget toys, just gimme some balls.

Warming Up

Joel Miller x Fat!Female Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.8 k

Contents: pwp. established relationship. temperature play. Joel has lots of body hair. lube. handjob. lots of playing with balls. cumplay. fondling everything between his legs, asshole to dick tip. dirty talk.

Summary: You come in from shoveling snow and menace an innocently sleeping Joel with your cold body.

A/N: An anon mentioned they'd like an actual fic out of the thot this came from, so I promised that once I got a proper snow day I'd give it a shot. We got 4" and this is how it turned out.

Thanks to @covetyou for letting me throw ball quotes at her. She caught them in one hand. Amazing skills.

Not beta'd. Any mistakes are my own.

Joel is still asleep when you come back in from shoveling snow. It’s still coming down, but you think it’s going to stop soon considering the size of the flakes and how slowly they’re falling. 

His snoring quiets as you strip out of your damp clothes and slip into bed. It only takes the light brush of your hand on his shoulder to make him jump.

“Christ. How’d you get so cold going to the bathroom?” His voice is rough with sleep and slurred a little as his brain tries to catch up.

The impish impulse wins out and you scoot closer to drape yourself over him as much as you can with him sprawling out on his stomach. He yelps and makes to move away, but he’s already at the edge of the mattress.

“I went out to do some shoveling.” 

“Why didn’t you get me up? I would’ve helped.”

He would’ve insisted doing all of it himself and then complained when he came back in, half frozen over and extra grumpy. 

“I know, but you were so pretty sleeping in a puddle of your own drool.” You laugh when he wipes at his face and finds nothing.

You tug on his shoulder, silently asking him to roll onto his side so you can have better access to him. He goes with a grunt and spits out another curse when you fit yourself against him: your breasts smushing against his back, your belly filling in the curve above his flat butt, your thick thighs pressing into the back of his, and your feet rubbing up and down his calves. 

He puts out so much body heat that he only wear boxers to bed even in the dead of winter, but your chilled body is sapping all of that extra heat and making him shiver; he probably regrets kicking off all the covers now. You take a moment to readjust your breasts and belly into a more comfortable position and find a place for the arm you’re laying on. There’s not a lot of good options for what you have in mind so you just follow the line of his own arm, your hand only making it halfway down his forearm. His head isn’t that heavy, since it’s laying across both of your arms. He turns it just a bit to kiss your bicep and you kiss his own in answer. Your free hand wanders, rubbing up and down his arm and snaking around to his chest.

Joel is covered in hair, everywhere you’re touching you can feel it tickling you. You rub your hand over his chest, feeling it on your palm and you wonder if it helps keep the heat in. Tipping a finger downward, you use your nail to circle one flat nipple and then the other. Back and forth, from one side of his chest to the other, you continue until they’re drawn up and hard, sticking out well past the hair around them. You palm one, enjoying the feeling of it poking into your hand and squeeze his tit. He trembles just a little.

“You're shaking. Is it the cold or my hand on your skin?”

“Your hand is still cold.” He mutters, but there’s no bite to his bark. Not with the way he’s leaning into you, his body pushing forward into your hand while trying to keep the other points of contact. 

You bury your face in his neck for a moment, inhaling his smell so concentrated from sleep. Tempted, you press lips and teeth and tongue anywhere you can reach. A nip at his jaw makes him moan, and you wonder if he does it to you so often because he likes the way it feels and he wants to share that with you.

He sinks into the mattress, melting into your touch as you follow the trail of hair down his torso to rest on his soft stomach. You nudge the waistband of his boxers down just enough to expose his belly button and stroke his skin and the whorls of hair there. A fingertip tracing the rim is enough to send another shiver through him.

“‘Know what would be the perfect thing to warm my hand? A big load of your hot cum. Will you give it to me, Joel? Hmm? It always feels warm inside of me.”

When he nods, his head moving over your arms, you press your hand firmly into the squishy middle of him.

“I need your words. Tell me if you want me to jerk you off or not.”

“Yes! Yes please, baby.” 

“Alright then.” 

He’s lifting his hips and with your help his boxers are off and tossed across the room in no time. You grip his hip to stop him from rolling onto his back and instead pat that strong thigh, enjoying the way the strike make the meat there jiggle. 

“If you open your legs and prop this one back on me,” You hum in satisfaction when he follows your directions, his leg resting on yours tucked in behind him.

Cuddling with him like this has done a good job at warming you up, but your hand must still be chilled, because when you caress the strip of skin between his groin and hip goosebumps break out across his thigh. It’s all fun and games to put ice cube hands on him, but you want to be considerate, going into this sensitive area. 

“Is my hand still too cold?” 

“Nah. I like it. It’s warmed up–.” Joel cuts off with a gasp when you shove your hand between his legs.

The angle is a little awkward, but you make it work. If his body is like a furnace, this here is the pilot light. It feels like a brand, his cock and balls burning where they touch you. You reach past them in their nest of pubic hair and stroke where the curve of his ass cheeks starts and the line between them. Spreading them, you tease his asshole to make him gasp. Moving back to run a finger across his perineum and cup his balls, moving them this way and that in a gentle massage. They’re so warm and heavy, you could hold them forever, your preferred handwarmers. If your other hand was free and you were in a different position, you wouldn’t have to give them up, but you like being close to him like this.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you watch as much of his face as you can see to gauge his reactions. The apple of his cheek rising and falling as his jaw drops. The way he pulls his lip between his teeth and then lets it go before he bites down too hard. The way his crow’s feet scrunch up when he closes his eyes. He’s a beautiful man, Joel Miller. 

The muscles of his furred forearm bunch under your hand as he reaches back for you. His grip is tight as he presses his forehead against your entwined fingers in a sweet gesture. Your eyes close on their own and you lay there together, feeling his strong heartbeat thudding through his chest.

“Are you gonna fuck me or just hold my balls the whole time?”

“I could hold your balls all day, baby. Don’t tempt me.” And isn’t that an idea to play around with? Maybe you could try it out the next time you’re in the mood for edging.

Reluctantly, you give his sack a fondle of farewell and move onto his cock. It’s already hardening, hot and throbbing in your hand. You map it, seeing how much of it you can touch with just the one hand and in how many different ways. Measuring it’s length in fingertips, Joel doesn’t bother smothering a moan when you palm the head and squeeze down on the spongy tip just a little. 

“Can you get the lube for me?” You ask him and he nods.

He leans over and fishes around in the nightstand drawer, bringing out a half empty bottle of lube. A quick flick of his thumb opens it and he holds it for you, squeezing a good amount into your hand.

You don’t waste any time getting his cock back in your hand, gliding the lube up and down and covering as much of it as you can. You ask for more before you’re satisfied with the way your hand slides over it and start stroking him to a full erection. 

Joel is panting and letting out needy little noises that delight you. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with his free hand. It keeps moving: propping him up on the bed and grabbing at sheets until it whips back on a harder downstroke from you and finds the line of your apron belly. He sinks his fingers there, a little lower than your hip between thigh and belly, and kneads, kneads, kneads. He’s getting worked up and and you can’t help the grin that spreads on your face when he starts to babble.

“Just like that. Christ, when you squeeze the tip like that I can’t– “

He rocks his hips and you have to work with his movements to keep the rhythm going. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen clenching when your forearm rubs against it and you know he’s close. You press up on him as much as you can and his grip on your belly tightens to keep you there.

“Are you gonna come for me? All that hot cum would be the perfect thing to finish warming me up.”

Everything speeds up and you only get a half garbled warning before he’s coming. With a quick flick of your wrist you cover the pulsing red head of his cock and do your best to catch all of his cum that spurts out, even as it oozes between your fingers and down your wrist. It’s just as hot as you said, the warmth transferring to your skin before quickly cooling.

“Ah-A few more strokes, baby, please.” He tells you and you oblige, giving them to him and making even more of a mess between his legs, before going back down to cup his balls again, just holding him there as he catches his breath.

He exhales heavily and leans all of his weight back onto you. His hand wiggles down under your belly and finds the hot slick mess of your own making. It’s escaped your labia to spread over your mound and inner thighs. 

Nudging you over with his shoulder, Joel rolls you both, laying you out on your back and twisting around until he hovers over you. He kisses you then, your first kiss of the day, lapping into your mouth with languid thrusts of his tongue until it’s your turn to moan. 

“Your extremities seem to be all warmed up, but I gotta make sure you’re hot all the way through. Can’t have you catching a chill, can we?”

[covetyou]

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Teen (18+ only blog!) warnings: drunk Joel, soft possessive Joel, lovesick Joel, wingman Tommy, fluff, idiots in love and in denial word count: 1.8k summary: A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into - sounds you'd dreamed about in the months since meeting Joel Miller. This time, as you creep down the stairs to come face-to-face with your intruder, you can be certain it's not a man decked out in plush red velvet.

A/N: happy birthday to Joel Miller, happy TLOU day to us, and, most importantly, happy GOD DAMN IT ARE YOU CLOSE TO SAYING YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YET day to these two babies.

I'll be back with more dress up!Joel in 5 weeks 💛

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A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into. The click of a door. The woosh of your house decompressing. Muffled footsteps. They were sounds that your own ears hadn't heard in months, and yet ones you'd heard a hundred times over in your dreams since that first day you met Joel, decked out in plush red velvet in front of your Christmas tree.

It's why, when you fully come to and pull yourself up onto your elbows, you find yourself blinking in confusion in the dark. Dreams and reality are tricky things to figure out when you're on the precipice of both. And, while the sound of foreign footsteps on your living room floor was something you dreamed about - fantasized about - a feeling of unease is quickly creeping up your spine the longer you listen to the hushed tones coming from downstairs.

Whatever - whoever - it is, isn't even trying to be discreet, not by the way your door suddenly slams and something rattles against the wall.

You don't even try to be discreet either, jumping from your bed and stomping over to the door. It's stupid, maybe. Probably.

Almost definitely.

The first time may have worked out well for you by creeping down to find Joel in your house, but that didn't mean any other break-in was going to go as well for you. Now, all these months later, you didn't even have your old umbrella to arm yourself with as you throw open the door and fly downstairs, hoping the element of surprise will save you.

Slamming your hand against the wall, you drench your living room in artificial light so suddenly your eyes can barely adjust before you're screaming out into the room in a feeble attempt to scare off your intruders.

"Get ou- what the fuck?!"

"Jesu-"

"Fu-"

The scene in front of you is a mess. Mail you'd left on your coffee table earlier is strewn all over the floor, your bowl of knick-knacks over turned in the middle, and two of your sofa cushions dumped onto the floor.

Most baffling of all are the people in the room. You know them. Of course you do. Who else would it be. Joel Miller is stood - or rather, he's being propped up - in your living room, gripping onto his brother as he desperately tries to keep his legs beneath him.

"Tommy? Joel? What the fuck are you two doing here?"

Joel, who by now has caught the sound of your voice, has stopped trying to keep himself upright, and is instead staring dozily at you, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. Tommy, meanwhile, is now taking almost the full weight of his older brother, and suffering for it, barely keeping his own legs from buckling as grunts and groans.

"I dropped him home but he - shit man you're heavy, stop it - he kept wanderin' this way. Kept askin' about a goodnight kiss. Told him I'd give 'im one but -"

"Hi," Joel cuts in suddenly, slurring around the simple greeting as he moves toward you despite Tommy's protests.

"Joel," you say in warning, as the broad man stumbles toward you on drunken feet.

In response, he raises a single finger, clearly much slower than he intended to, and the smile on his face spreads even wider.

"No."

"No? What? Joel, look I think you sho-"

"Birthday Joel. 'm Birthday Joel," he grins, and you can't help but supress a laugh. This is maybe his most lackluster costume yet. He has a crumpled party hat on and the same clothes you saw him leave in earlier this evening, and it makes you wonder how long he's been keeping that one in tonight - whether he told his friends the same thing down at the bar, or if he'd been holding it back just to tell you. By the proud look on his face, and Tommy's confusion, you suspect the latter.

"Hey there, Birthday Joel," you say with a soft smile. "Now, what're you doing over here and not at your own place? It's late, Joel. I said I'd see you in a couple of days -"

"Birthday Joel deserves a birthday kiss."

You raise your eyebrow at him, stopping his stumbled wobble in its tracks. "Deserves?"

"Wants. I jus' - I jus' wanted to kiss you," he breathes, looking down at your mouth with another smile so soft your breath leaves you in a quiver as you try not to embarrass yourself by letting loose the bubble of affection sitting in your belly.

Naturally, you'd given Birthday Joel plenty of kisses earlier today - a day that technically wasn't even his birthday yet - before Tommy came to pick him up. You'd given him so many kisses he was almost late out the door to his own birthday drinks. Tommy had rolled his eyes then just as he is now, slapping his brother on the back and steadying him all in one move.

"Told you, man," Tommy says. "She wouldn't 'ppreciate bein' woken up just to kiss your ugly ass."

Tommy winks at you, and tries to manouvere Joel toward the door, but Joel, somehow speedy despite his drunkenness, manages to round back to you, arms spread and ready to envelope you in a hug before he stops himself and instead delicately grabs your hands.

"Jus'... Jus' missed you," he hiccups. "Missed - missed my girls."

"Okay, Prince Charmin', I'm tired, you're drunk, we all gotta sleep, let's go."

"Tommy?" you say, letting Joel's thumbs caress the back of your hands as he holds them, refusing to let go even as Tommy tries, and fails, to tug him toward the door once more. "I can drop him home, if you wanna get goin'?"

For a second, it looks like Tommy's ready to object, determined to get his brother back home and in bed, just like he promised. But then he looks at his brother, and the lovesick look on his face, and decides to leave well enough alone.

"I'll see you at dinner tomorrow," he says to Joel. "Sarah's bein' dropped off at-"

"At ten, I know," he slurs. "Miss her. Missed you. My girls."

After a minute of prising your hands out of Joel's, you see Tommy out, walking with him to your door. The spare house key you'd entrusted to Joel months ago is deposited safely into your hand, before he wishes you luck with the birthday boy, and jogs the short distance through the darkness to his truck and zips away into the night. Joel, who you'd left unattended for all of two minutes, has already taken it upon himself to flop down onto your couch, and is fighting a losing battle with his drooping head as you approach.

"C'mere," he mumbles with a wobble to his head, hands making a reach for you.

"You're still after that kiss, huh?"

"Uh-huh," he says, grinning again as you hinge, bringing your face close to his.

His eyes flutter closed before you even close the distance, pressing soft kisses to the corners of his smiling mouth, before pressing a softer, lingering kiss to his lips.

"That good enough for you, Birthday Joel?" you whisper.

"Mm. S'good. Missed you."

"You've said that already."

"S'true."

"I'm gonna get you some water, sober you up a bit before I get you home."

Joel is asleep on his side, legs pulled up onto the couch, when you come back with water. You doubted you'd get him home tonight, with the state he's in, but you were at least hoping to get him upstairs and into bed, where he could better sleep off whatever demons were coming for him in the morning. As he starts to snore, face pressed into the couch cushion, you're suddenly very grateful that he won't make it up the stairs.

You tidy up the small tornado of mess that's torn through your living room. Mail is picked up and put where you should've left it in the first place, the bowl is righted and its contents replaced, the cushions are shoved back on the couch. Assessing the man himself, you soon realise there's no way you're getting him comfortable without waking him, so you prod his side, waiting until he wakes before whispering gently to him.

"Joel? Let me get this shit off you," you say, tugging at his shoes.

For all his drunkenness, he does try to help. He fumbles with his belt buckle, getting it halfway undone before his frustrated grunts turn to curses, and your hands replace his. In no time his belt is off, and he's kicking off his pants, reaching for you and dragging you to sit beside him again.

"Joel, you're drunk, we're not playing -"

"Jus' a kiss," he asks, tapping his cheek with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

It's impossible not to give in, or smile too as you press your lips to his cheek and he hums softly, already letting sleep claw back at him.

"'Nother one," he says, as his eyes droop.

"You're drunk, Joel. You should sleep."

"Not Drunk Joel - Birthday Joel," he mumbles, with a sleepy smile as you pull off his crumpled birthday hat and toss it aside.

"Then get some sleep, Birthday Joel."

You stand, your weight shifting off the couch and jostling Joel, his head already so heavy with sleep it wobbles to the side. His hand still finds yours though - pulling you to a stop as you try to creep back upstairs.

"Come to dinner? Tomorrow? Come meet Sarah," he asks, brave with sleep. "Want - both m'girls there."

He'd hesitated asking you all week. You could tell by the way he stumbled over the words each time he explained his birthday plans - bar with the boys the night before, dinner and a movie with Sarah and Tommy on the big day. The lengthy pauses had been filled with an invitation he could never quite get out, and you didn't want to fill in the blanks yourself.

He's dozing, already mostly asleep, by the time you can even answer him. So, instead you stroke softly at his hair, watching as his whole body suddenly gives in to sleep, giving him a final kiss on his cheek, and whispering in his ear;

"Ask me again in the morning, Birthday Joel. Ask me then, and I'll say yes."

In the morning, when you're both sipping coffee and Joel is nursing a hangover the likes of which he's never seen, you don't expect him to keep to words he was too tired to hear. But, he does, not meeting your eye as the words he was never brave enough to say until last night come spilling out once more.

And, just like you said you would, you say yes.

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[octopodeez]

crocodile really is the type of man to buy you a versace purse bc he got bored looking at the gucci one he bought you last week

[iguessricciardo]

​it’s so frustrating knowing daniel always take accountability for his mistakes and immediately apologizes to the drivers then you see people like lance doing this to him

[deusluxuria]

had a dream last night that there was a live-action steel ball run movie that actually slapped. all the characters were well-represented (johnny was played by an actual wheelchair user, ambulatory because of the pre-injury scenes, but basically someone who actually knows the social model of disability). anyway it was so perfect that, when i finally watched it during a screening on my birthday (where there were other people because i actually had friends lmao) i was SCREAMING during some parts because the emotions were high

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 1 Match 35

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[throwawayasoiafaccount]

when the long night inevitably ends and the previous social structure has crumbled and both westeros and essos are in chaos, do you want characters who genuinely care about creating meaningful change to be in power, or do you want them to die/not be in power because “feudalism is bad” and therefore these characters who derive some of their authority from the class they belong to cannot hold any power after the long night bc that somehow contradicts one of asoiafs most prominent messages. (despite the fact that many of our main characters suffer due to the current social systems in place)

personally, i’d prefer it if the characters who are able to see the good in the undesirables of society (and protect/empower these undesirables) are able to live on in order to restructure society in a way that protects all people.

to be frank, i don’t think it’d even be possible for the world of asoiaf to return to feudalism after something like the long night occurs.

but the thing is, society needs structure and humanity will naturally restructure itself whether people like it or not. so when spring comes, i want the characters who wish for a better tomorrow for all people to be in power in order to create a better world.

so to everyone who thinks that certain characters being in power only perpetuates the cycle of class violence and oppression, i’d like to ask you what you think is a better alternative way for asoiaf to end.

[the-deadlock-south]

like, archives used to be THE BIGGEST overwatch event for me because it was the most we got in terms of in-game lore and i just genuinely enjoyed playing them (retribution, my beloved), but invasion? don't know her. i refuse to pay for it and not only do i not regret not getting to play it - i haven't even bothered to check the gameplay on youtube. this is how uninterested i am in the game these days. so yeah, the fumbled overwatch big time.

THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER

genuinely always felt like such a treat going to play the archive missions uuuggghhh i miss her so bad........ there will never be such a fumble for a videogame than ow this i'm absolutely certain

[canyourscienceexplainthis]

Re-watching kinnporsche and bruh Vegas and Kim are playing chess while everyone else is playing strip poker like these guys are strategizing and scheming and everyone else is just getting naked