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headspace-hotel · 6 months

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Many people, especially USAmericans, are very resistant to knowing the plants and living according to the ways of the plants. They lash out with a mix of arrogance and fear: "Don't you know what bad things would happen if we lived a different way? There is a REASON for living this way. Would you have us go Back—backward to the time without vaccines or antibiotics????"

Ah, yes, the two immutable categories that all proposals for change fit into: Backward Change and Forward Change! Either we must invent a a futuristic, entirely new solution with SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY that further industrializes and increases the productivity of our world, or we must give up vaccines and antibiotics and become starving illiterate medieval peasants.

Every human practice anywhere on Earth that has declined, stopped, or become displaced by another practice, was clearly objectively worse than whatever replaced it. You see, the only possible reason a way of life could decline or disappear is that it sucked and had it coming anyway!!! Pre-industrial human history is worthless except as a cautionary tale about how miserable we would all be without *checks notes* factories, fossil fuels and colonialism. Obviously!

Anyway, who do you think benefits from the idea that pesticide-dependent, corporate-controlled industrialized monoculture farming liberates us all from spending our short, painful lives as filthy, miserable peasants toiling in the fields?

First of all, I think it's silly to act like farming is a uniquely awful way to live. I can't believe I have to say this, but the awful part of being a medieval peasant was the oppression and poverty, not the fact that harvesting wheat is a lot of work and cows are stinky. Same goes for farm labor in the modern USA: the bad part is that most people working farms are undocumented migrant workers that are getting treated like garbage and who can't complain about it because their boss will rat them out to ICE.

Work is just work. Any work has dignity when the people doing it are paid properly and not being abused. Abuse and human trafficking is rampant in agriculture, but industrialization and consolidation of small farms into gigantic corporate owned farms sure as hell isn't making it better.

Is working on a farm somehow more miserable than working in a factory, a fast food restaurant, or a retail store? Give me a break. "At least I'm not doing physical labor in the sun," you say, at your job where you're forced to stand on concrete for 8 hours and develop chronic pain by age 24.

When you read about small farmers going out of business because of huge corporations, none of them are going "Yay! Now that Giant Corporation has swallowed up all the farms in the area, we can all enjoy the luxurious privileges of the industrial era, like working RETAIL!" What you do see a lot of is farmers bitterly grieving the loss of their way of life.

And also, the fact is, sustainable forms of polyculture farming that create a functional ecosystem made up of many different useful and edible plants are actually way MORE efficient at producing food than a monoculture. The reason we don't do it as much, is that it can't be industrialized where everything is harvested with machines.

Some places folks are starting to get the idea and planting two crops together in alternating rows, letting the mutualistic relationship between plants boost the yields of both, but indigenous people in many parts of the world have been doing this stuff basically forever. I read about a style of agroforestry from Central America that has TWENTY crops all together on the same field.

Our modern system of farming is necessary for feeding the world? Bullshit! Our technology is very powerful and useful, but our harmful monocultures, dangerous pesticides, and wasteful usage of land and resources are making the system very inefficient and severely degrading nature's ability to provide for us.

What is needed, is a SYNTHESIS of the power and insights of technology and science, with the ancient wisdom and knowledge gained by closely and carefully observing Nature. We do not need to reject one, to embrace the other! They should be friends!

Our system thinks land is only used for one thing at a time. Even our science often thinks this way. A corn field has the purpose of producing corn, and no other purpose, so all other plants in the corn must be killed, and it must be a monoculture of only corn.

But this means that the symbiosis between different plants that help each other is destroyed, so we must pollute the earth with fertilizers that wash into bodies of water and cause eutrophication, where algae explode in number and turn the water to green goo. Nature always has variety and diversity with many plants sharing the same space. It supports much more animal life (we are animals!) this way. The Three Sisters" are the perfect example of mutualism between plants being used in an agricultural environment. The planting of corn, beans, and squash together has been traditionally used clear across the North American continent.

And in North America, the weeds we have here are mostly edible plants too. Some of them were even domesticated themselves! Imagine a garden where every weed that pops up is also an edible or otherwise useful crop, and therefore a welcomed friend! So when weeds like Amaranth and Sunflower pop up in your field, that should not be a cause for alarm, but rather the system of symbiosis working as it should.

A field of one single crop is limited in how much it can produce, because one crop fits into a single niche in what should be a whole ecosystem, and worse, it requires artificial inputs to make up for what the rest of the plant community would normally provide. The field with twenty crops does not produce the same amount as the monoculture field divided in twenty ways, but instead produces much more while being a habitat for wild animals, because each plant has its own niche.

#plants #plantarchy #the ways of the plants

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radiance1 · 6 months

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Master List

King of the Blob Ghosts - Mostly flavor text where Danny is the only king of the Blob ghosts. Au not tied in with Ghost King or Ghost Prince hc unless specified.

Goo Dragon - An au where Danny is a goo dragon made entirely of ectoplasm!

Blind King - Danny is blinded by the portal incident, gets adopted by blob ghosts, and then falls into DC and ices over an entire section of a city.

Infinity Prince and the Dark Escapee - Where Danny gets prince training and then has to hunt down Dark Danny because he escaped.(Small thanks to @starlightcat04 and @lauwftzee3542 for ze name)

Cat Familia - Where Danny gets turned into a cat by pissing off a wizard, and accidentally adopts various cats in Gotham!

Tempest - Danny owns a ship called Tempest that he created that he uses to sail through time. Then he accidentally jumps timestreams.

Moth - Where Danny is de-aged and is a moth boy.

Moth - But with Killer Moth.

Eastern Dragon - Danny is the ghost prince and can turn into an eastern dragon.

Cuddly Apocalypse - Teddy Bear Danny au meets one Dark Danny.

Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective - De-aged Tucker gets thrown to another dimension after getting caught lacking by the magical government branch he was looking into.

Herald of Seasons - Danny obtains the ability to guide the seasons when he was split off from .Phantom while still having Vortex's powers

Vortex's lil guy - Soulless Danny gets taken by Vortex and is his little guy.

??? - Phantom causes a ruckus in DC after getting into it and him and Danny fight or something.

Sold to the devil? Nah, sold to the bear - Constantine sells his soul to the Ghost Prince, and is then turned into a baby sitter by the Ghost King.

Demon and Wraith - Demon twins au where both of them are dancers.

Sun and Moon - Based on an older au where Danny and Vlad were deities.

Successor in training - Ghost King Danny except he isn't and Pariah is his mentor.

Just Monika - DDLC is installed on Tucker's PDA somehow and he dates Monika.

Subject M-0001 - Monika hacks into Mount Justice.

Subject Omega - Danny's most perfect clone protects the ruins of Amity Park.

Medic - Danny be a doctor in Gotham.

??? - Pariah Dark just disappears and it's left to Danny and Vlad to find him.

Eastern Dragon and Phoenix au - Mostly a cosmetic au, where Danny is an Eastern Dragon and Vlad is a Pheonix.

Ghost King/Ghost Prince and Duke of the Ghost Zone - Mostly just flavor text really, Danny is usually more Ghost Prince than King and Vlad is the Duke.

Phoenix King Vlad - Exactly as it says, Vlad is either one of or the king of phoenixes

Kawmi? - Where Vlad and Danny get transformed into magical jewelry that allows others to use their powers.

Fountain Dragon - Danny drops in the Wayne Manor Fountain.

Will of the Wisp - Where Danny gets turned into a tiny whisp because of one of his parents inventions.

??? - Jack gets thrown to the DC dimension alongside Danny and made a coffin for Danny to sleep in during ze day.

??? - The Ghost King gets summoned to DC and wages war, but the Ghost Prince stops said war and gets a date out of it.

Teddy Bear Danny - Another cosmetic au where Danny get turned into a stuffed teddy bear in his accident, he was holding onto one before it happened. He's also in ranges of 5-10 here.

Ghost King at birth, Farmer at heart - Mostly cosmetic au where Pariah Dark, if he weren't the ghost king, would be a farmer and he has an intense love for horses.

Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret - Pariah Dark disguises himself as a human and moves into Smallville, has a hard time interacting with humans and humaning as a whole.

Life hanging by tape and sheer will - Where Tucker gets yeeted to the DC dimension.

Dream pals? Dream pals! - Younger Danny and pre-Batman Bruce meet each other through a dream, unfortunately when Danny experienced his accident that connection was shut down.

Bakery and a masquerading demon? - Vlad owns a bakery, Constantine is a regular who holds suspicions that Vlad may or may not be a demon.

Gift in the arms of tragedy - Danny becomes Vlad's ward after the Nasty Burger explosion, only to then become adopted when he was turned into an eight-year-old not even a week later.

??? - Danny and Vlad get turned into kids by Clockwork and placed in the DC dimension because Clockwork thought it was funny. Danny decides to use Vlad to not get adopted.

The key(s) to Doomsday - Danny gets de-aged by Clockwork when going to visit Pariah in the human world, gets summoned, and meets Raven.

Alicorn parole - Pariah gets released from his eternal rest with the sole condition that he's to be watched over by Clockwork. The Ancient of War then decides to combine two mythical beasts and shaped himself into an alicorn, Clockwork followed and then they met Billy Batson.

Ferret Danny - Danny is a ferret. That's it.

Witch - Sam is a witch.

Dead eyed Doctor - Danny, the son of Talia Al Ghul and Jack Fenton, trained under Vlad Masters and became a doctor.

Shadow Twin? Shadow Twin. - Danny dies and reincarnates as the son of Talia Al Ghul, the younger brother and twin of Damian Wayne and son of Batman. Only to then be killed immediately after because he was born with a birth defect, thus becoming a shadow creature that follows Damian around.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Me shall stop here for now because good fucking lord #Do I have a lot more aus than I thought I did.#Right the ones with the question marks I can't think of a name for lmao #master list #This tag is important if I accidently unpin this

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Loretta Young (The Farmer’s Daughter, The Stranger, Love is News)— Her cheekbones!! Her lips!! Her big eyes and small nose and not quite classical features!! The planes of her face hypnotize me and her smile clears my mind of anything else. She’s an interesting beauty, not a standard one, almost in a Mads Mikkelsen type way (I repeat: cheekbones). Also I’m begging people to watch The Farmer’s Daughter, a charming rom com where my babygirl Joseph Cotten falls through the ice while skating because he got distracted by how pretty she was, and where Loretta puts on a 40s-bad Swedish accent and runs for Congress! Girlboss!

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Loretta Young:

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"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"

"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."

Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"

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"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

youtube

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"

"would you not let her walk on you?"

#marlene dietrich #loretta young #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

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hybridmindthoughtsreloaded · 1 year

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@IceAgeFarmer is still suspended on the WEF owned Twitter platform, but the real alarming thing is that he has been missing for a few months now. He disappeared from his Telegram channel before that went away, no updates on his website, and all other social accounts of his have been dead. His discord channel is still active, but no one in there has heard from him in months either.

#ice age farmer

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thesilicontribesman · 1 year

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South Stack Prehistoric Hut Circles, South Stack, Holy Island, Anglesey, Wales

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konigsblog · 7 months

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i’m so warmed by all the pregnancy stuff with the farmers 🫣🤭 if you’re up to it! literally anything surrounding that, it’s so soft to read tbf. your writing is always so good, hits every time but the way you write pregnancy just hits different 🩷🩷

— thank you!! i'm glad you enjoy them, it makes me feel more confident in my writing and i appreciate you for saying such sweet things ! 🎀 i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, but this was rotting my mind !

⭒༉‧₊˚. kid headcannons with farmer!MW2 🌾🧺🐄

farmer!price has mainly sons. little boys always helping out on the farm, gasping when the pigs begin squealing and the birds make their call. takes such good care of them, and you as well. the boys love their mother; running up to you while covered in mud, overalls coated in brown sludge, giving in and hugging them tightly.

simon is a with the farmer concept is hard. i can't imagine it, i can imagine him working down in the bar down in the village, you joining along, or being his little housewife. wearing long dresses, and coming to him with your toddler boy and girl, giving them some sweets so they'll be alright and talking with your confident, funny husband.

(trying with the farmer!simon concept) who smokes a lot and always stinks of tobacco after a hard day. his little boy and older daughter (2 year difference between them) giggling with eachother, watching as she protects him. he's so proud of her and always makes time to help with her homework after breaking his back taking care of the carrots and cabbages.

farmer!soap who has 2 daughters. they're his princesses, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. walking with them, hand in hand, sent down to the village for fruits and vegetables by their mother. helping you make some blueberry pie for your husband after a long day. his daughters falling asleep at the dinner table with blueberry pie all over their faces.

farmer!gaz who has daughters. he treats them like angels, and appreciates when they help with the animals. i imagine his daughters to enjoy helping on the farm when they're a teenager; taking care of chickens and bringing back eggs, or getting hay on their jeans and t-shirt. spends a lot of time with them and they all appreciate his work.

farmer!könig has only daughters, i can't imagine him with daughters, at all. has a lot of daughters, perhaps 5, or maybe a pair of twins. they're so cute when they're toddlers; falling asleep on their daddy's lap, and getting their faces messy with cheesecake after dinner.

he's an amazing dad, and loves reading to them before bedtime. has an album of photos of them from their younger ages, and sometimes fell asleep on the rocking chair when they were newborns and woke up crying.

farmer!alejandro has daughters too, no son's for him. he definitely treats them like princesses and loves how sweet they are. makes funny jokes, and is very overprotective of them. oh, his daughter wants to go down to the village? no matter if she's a teenager, she's not going alone. if she waits for him, he'll buy her a ice-cream and allows her to help with the cows despite his constant scolding for asking! don't worry, he'll handle it.

farmer!rodolfo who has 1 daughter (i'm sorry, i can barely imagine half of these characters with son's!!) he lets her help on the farm and always appreciates her help. doesn't want to force her, but allows her to clean the pigs and take the eggs back to the house for her mother to use. when she was a baby, he'd kiss her every night and sit on a rocking chair beside the fireplace, lulling her to sleep and teaching spanish to her in her older years.

farmer!graves who has 3 sons, and his youngest, a daughter. they all look like him when he was younger; 3 replicas. his daughter has gorgeous, soft blonde hair and his blue, silverish eyes. not only does he treat her like a princess, he refuses to allow her to work on the farm.

— encourages his son's to help him on the farm, while she plays with barbie dolls on the porch and eats any freshly baked cookies her mother made. her brother's are around 9, and a pair of twins, 8 when she's 3. a sweetheart who has a pure, giving heart and always makes her father little cards or paper people using his old newspapers.

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lilypadeater · 4 months

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request idea!

farmer’s daughter reader in the kitchen late at night in her panties and tank top and rock walks in and they have sneaky but quiet intercourse in the kitchen 🤫

Secret Desires

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- (Request)

Content information- +18, MDNI, Cussing, age gap (20s and 40s) Smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering, food getting involved I guess, Unedited

A tired sigh left your lips when you felt the ache of hunger rumbling in your stomach. Rick had been running through your mind all night, leading to this restlessness.

The attraction between you and Rick was clear as day. Fleeting touches, glances, and subtle flirting strengthened your desires for him. The only thing stopping you from acting on them was your father. Being his eldest daughter meant setting an example for your younger sisters, Maggie and Beth. Dating the leader of the survivors on your farm was not an ideal example, especially when he's double your age.

Your thoughts of Rick were once again pushed aside by another pang of hunger. Rolling off your creaky bed, you decided to get something to eat. Laziness got the best of you, so you didn’t bother putting on pants as you tip toed out of your room. Your pajamas consisted of a thin tank top and pink underwear with lace around the edges. No one would be awake at this hour, so you didn’t think much of it and went downstairs.

The only illumination in the kitchen was the moonlight shining in through the window. It gave you just enough light to prevent bumping into things. After searching through the fridge and cabinets, you decided the on the last apple sitting on the counter. You were about to reach out and pick it up, when someone else's hand you beat you to it.

You almost yelped in shock when you realized someone else was also in the kitchen. Facing the counter, you mustered the courage to whip yourself around and see who it was behind you.

Standing in front of you, in all his glory, was Rick. You let out a relieved breath and looked up at him. Confusion was etched onto his finely sculpted face. He appeared to be just as surprised to see you in the kitchen this late at night.

After a few moments of silence, he was the first to speak, "What are y'doing this late?" His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with curiosity and suspicion.

Your eyes fluttered up to meet his ice blues. "I wasn't able to fall asleep and I was hungry," you mumble shyly, feeling a tinge of embarrassment from being caught in you skimpy pajamas. He was simply wearing a white t-shirt with grey sweatpants, but his rock hard muscles underneath made your mouth water. It was so surreal, as if this was just another one of the wet dreams you had about Rick. But when his warm minty breath brushed over your lips as he moved closer to you, you knew it was all very real.

He leaned towards you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and whispering "I couldn't sleep either." His raspy southern accent made your knees weak and sent chills down your spine.

It took everything in him to resist kissing you. The way you nervously bit your soft lips drove him crazy. Your skin glowed under the moonlight and he could see your hardened nipples through the flimsy tank top.

Your eyes traced over every feature on his face before locking on his lips. Rick broke you out of your trance when he quietly asked, "Y'want this?" and held up the apple. The hunger you felt for the apple was replaced by the hunger you had for him. As if he could read your mind, he set it down on the counter and gently grabbed your face, sliding his tongue through your parted lips. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him onto your body. His cock hardened under his sweatpants as you grinded against him.

Gasping for air, you finally broke the thirsty kiss. "It's all yours," you whispered and brought the apple to his mouth. He took a bite out of it and held it between his teeth before kissing you again, sharing the it with you. Your hand went to his chest and trailed down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

He broke the kiss and breathlessly whispered, "Y'sure, baby?" His hands cupped your face, forcing your doe eyes to look at him.

"Fuck yeah," you panted and pulled him back into a kiss. The huge erection in his pants rubbed against you, causing a moan to escape your lips. He pulled away and brought his finger to your mouth.

"We gotta be real quiet, okay? Don't wanna wake everyone up with your sweet sounds," he whispered and slid his hand to your soaked underwear. You nodded your head and he began kissing your neck. His fingers massaged your clothed clit and his mouth sloppily sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

You whimpered as his fingers slid your underwear to the side, giving just enough room to slip his fingers into your pussy. His fingers curled in you his thumb rubbed your clit, sending you over the edge. Whines and moans filled the room before he quickly covered your mouth again. "Shh," he urged and turned you over, so you were facing the counter.

His hand was still over your mouth and now your ass was pressed over his erection. You squirmed around for some friction, resulting a quiet groan from him. He gripped your hip to hold you in place before freeing his cock and slipping your underwear off. "Be quiet for me, baby," he whispered and entered the tip of his cock into your drenched cunt. You arched yourself against body, getting him deeper into you.

Rick's thrusts were slow at first, getting you adjusted to his massive size. He pushed deep into you before slowly pulling away. Your hips moved in harmony with his, and he quickened the pace. "Fuck, baby, just like that," he groaned. His cock filled you to the hilt, making you scratch the granite counter tops in pleasure and pain. Your walls wrapped around him tightly as he pounded into you.

The only thing running in your brain was how euphoric it felt to have so deep inside you. His free hand slipped under your tank top and up your body, squeezing your nipples. The feeling sent chills throughout your body, resulting in an even harder thrust from him. He roughly slid his hard cock in and out of your throbbing pussy, pushing you to your second orgasm. All your erotic cries and moans were muffled by his hand as pure ecstasy washed over you. Rick fucked you against the counter, even while your cunt tightly clenched around him.

His thrusts became slower but even harder as he approached his own climax. He leaned into your ear and whispered, "Be fucking silent," and removed his hand from your mouth. Placing both hands on your hips, he held you in place as he sunk into you one last time. Heavy breaths and quiet whimpers were the only sounds you could make without waking anyone up.

His cock twitched inside of you before filling your pussy with cum. It painted your walls white and leaked down your thigh when he pulled out. You both were heavy breathing as he tucked his cock back into his sweatpants. Rick grabbed some paper towels from the counter and cleaned the trail going down your thighs.

You moved away from the counter and pulled your underwear back up. Then you picked up the already-bitten apple and took a bite. Rick opened his mouth to say something, but you shoved the rest of the apple into his mouth and whispered mockingly, "Y'don't like being silenced?" before disappearing upstairs.

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Ty for this request!! I felt like a cornball while writing this but I hope you guys liked it!

#rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #the walking dead

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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sun's out, guns out

2.3k / bf's dad!Joel x f!reader / master list

WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (unspecified), exhibitionism, cucking, dirty talk, use of "daddy," unsafe P in V, depraved footsy. Not Dark. Previous: Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k); beach (short)

You’re having dinner at a beachside restaurant with Jack and Joel. You’re seated at a relatively small round table directly on the beach. You’re all wearing sunglasses. You’re closer to Jack, and Joel is almost across the table. There’s a volleyball net between the restaurant and the ocean. You’re wearing a beach dress over your swimsuit. Jack is wearing a t-shirt over his swim trunks and Joel is wearing a tank top over his.

On the way there, Joel told Jack he was gonna get a farmer's tan. "Sun's out, guns out, buddy."

Jack has already had too much to drink today, and his sour mood is getting you down. Joel can tell. After the hush puppies are delivered to the table, you get a text message. It’s from a new number and it says:

Say stop.

Butterflies swarm between your legs and you take a deep breath through your nose. You forgot Joel even had your number, and it’s not saved in your phone. You don’t look at him right away, but out of the corner of your eye, you can tell he’s gazing at you hornily. When you do look at him, you can see it in the corner of his mouth.

The top of Joel’s left foot brushes your right ankle, then the outer side of your calf. He slowly caresses you with his foot and you freeze your leg, afraid to move it awkwardly and call Jack’s attention. On the other hand, Jack has been drinking and isn’t at his brightest.

Joel hooks his foot around the outside of your leg and strokes the back of your calf up and down, a little higher each time. When his toes dwell on the back of your knee, it sends a desperate pang of desire through your core and your foot involuntarily scoots forward. Joel drags his foot all the way back down your leg and wedges his toes between your foot and sandal. He rests the foot on your flip flop and flexes his toes, nudging the bottom of your foot upward. You slip out of the sandal and put your foot back on top of it.

Joel boldly scoots his chair forward and shifts in his seat. Your face gets hot and you glance at Jack, who has his margarita turned up to his mouth and is shaking the ice to get the last of it out.

Joel uses his right foot to lift your left leg and reaches down to accept it with his massive hands. He sets your foot on his knee and briefly massages your calf with his hands. You softly gasp. He freezes and raises his eyebrows as though to say, should I stop? No. No, he shouldn’t. You slide your foot toward him along his thigh, and he massages it in his lap for a minute. You look out at the ocean and no one is watching, but anyone playing volleyball could see every detail of what’s happening. It turns you on a little.

After massaging you for a minute or two, he spreads his knees and sits your foot directly against his hard package. He takes a deep breath in through his nose as your foot presses into him at a slow rhythm, guided by his hand. He moves your foot with one hand and caresses your ankle with the other. When his cock swells against the arch of your foot, your clit twitches, too. You begin to move your foot on your own, softly pushing the ball of your foot into his warm, stiff cock until he’s rock hard. He scoots his chair in more and leans forward with his elbows on the table to look at the menu.

The waiter comes out and you take your foot away but scoot closer to the table. Joel tilts his head as though playfully rolling his eyes but remains discreet through his sunglasses.

For the rest of the meal, you mostly play footsty. Then he nudges your dress up and strokes your inner thigh with his arch. Jack starts engaging more in the conversation and you close your thighs, clenching them as they hug Joel’s foot. Joel manages to reach his toe to the crotch of your swimsuit. You’re so wet it’s evident. He takes a sip of his drink, feels you’re that wet, and says, “woo, this margarita’s strong.” Before he can finger you with his toe, you discreetly push his foot away with a soft chuckle.

Jack says, “Mine wasn’t.”

“Wasn’t what?” Joel asks.

“Strong.”

Joel flashes his eyebrows.

After the meal, Joel tries to get y’all to play Volleyball, but Jack won’t. Another team is short a player and Joel joins them for a match. You and Jack sit in the sand and watch. Joel is tan and ripped and his muscular thighs swell out obscenely from his short, baby blue swim trunks. When he spikes the ball, you can see his tan line and happy trail. His pecs bounce and his stomach quivers when he lands back on the sand.

Jack watches you watch Joel and the other men playing volleyball and says, “C’mon, let’s go back.”

“Why?”

“Why not? We don’t have to hang out with him the whole time.”

The two of you leave Joel to his game and head back to the condo.

You ask Jack if he wants to go for a swim, and he’s too tired. It was an obligatory quesiton anyway. Jack goes to y’all’s room to “rest.” Soon enough, you expect he’ll be passed out.

You go out to the pool and get in. You bring your book to the edge and read. You hear flip-flops clip-clopping up the concrete stairs. Joel gets back from the volleyball game all sweaty and tired. His chest heaves from jogging up the stairs.

He peels off his sweaty tank top and says, “where’s Jack?”

“Pretty sure he’s passed out.”

“Good.” He steps out of his sandals. “Daddy’s home.”

Joel dives into the pool, does a frog stroke underwater, and surfaces right behind you and shakes out his hair. He doesn’t waste any time, hugging you from behind against the wall of the pool. His large hands rest on your thighs. He spreads his fingers out and squeezes with his palms, pulling your ass into his crotch.

“Look so damn hot,” he growls, “thinkin’ bout daddy’s cock.”

He languidly drags his hands up over your hips and stomach, as though they’re hitched to you like magnets and he couldn’t pull them off if he tried. He reaches your breasts and engulfs them over the bathing suit first. Then you keep your elbows on the side of the pool as he slides his hands into your bikini top through the lower edge. He keeps his hands on your breasts as he sinks down into the pool. Right at the waterline, he bites the bottom tie of your top and pulls it undone. He plants kisses on his way up your back, massaging your breasts, then sucks at the nape of your neck. The bikini strings float in the water and the top comes loose, allowing him to grab a real handful on each side.

He presses his shorts into your ass again and his ample arousal makes you ache with need. You sigh softly. He says, “yeah, baby.” He sucks your neck and grinds into your ass. “Feel somethin’ ya like?”

“Yeah, Daddy. . . So big and hard.” You push your ass back into him.

“Ohhhh, baby.” He grinds his stiff length against you. “Why don’t we take this to the shallow end,” he murmurs into the top of your ear. You turn your head enough for him to see the go-ahead of your slight smile. “Mmm,” he grunts as he presses his arousal against you again. He rests his arms on top of yours and you let go of your book.

He laces his fingers with yours and you let him gently bring your hands into the pool. “Let’s go, sugar.” He puts his hands on your hips, then turns you on your side with your ass against him and hooks one arm under you and one arm over you. Your legs trail behind you as he pulls you to the shallow end. He slides a hand into the front of your bikini bottom before you come to a stop.

The sun is just starting to set. He pauses a few feet from the far edge of the pool. You both come to a rest on your knees and face each other with your heads comfortably above water. He grabs your ass and tugs you toward him, lifting you slightly. You inhale the mix of sweat and chlorine and wrap your legs around him, his hard cock perfectly nestled against your cunt. He presses his lips into yours and grunts, “Mmm,” into your mouth as his hard cock swells against your clit.

Your swimsuit top is hanging futilely between your tits and your nipples harden against his chest, making him moan again at a lower pitch.

His practiced tongue gently fucks your mouth, and you return, “Mmm.” You open your eyes and he looks like he could eat you alive. He extends his legs behind him and takes light footsteps on the bottom of the pool as you hang on tight, arms hooked under his, legs around his hips, torso in the water. You’re both nearly horizontal but gradually making your way to the edge the closest to the condo.

When you’re almost to the edge, he gets upright on his knees again, takes a breath, then your mouths meet again desperately. You grind your hips into him, flexing your legs around him, pulling yourself into him harder. His mouth tears away to say, “Hell yeah, baby. C’mon.” He grabs your ass with a thrust into your crotch, then plunges his hand into the bottom of your swimsuit to grab a naked ass cheek. Then his hand travels lower and he dips his finger into your cunt from the back. “Fuck, you want it real bad.”

“Yeah, Daddy” you pant, “real bad.“

The height at this spot on the wall is just perfect for his hips. He says, “Upsy daisy,” and you jump as he gently helps you settle onto the concrete.

Your legs spread wide and he leans forward. His hard cock presses into your crotch again. He holds a thigh with one hand and thumbs your clit with the other. You groan and grab a handful of his thick, hard cock.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s comin’.”

You scoot to the very edge.

“Little more,” he urges you closer and reassures you, “Daddy’s got ya.” He keeps one arm braced around you.

You untie one side of the bikini bottom while he unties the other. He pulls the fabric down in front, stares at your naked cunt, and breathes, “oh, fuck.”

He pushes his waistband down and takes his stiff member in his veiny hand, drags the tip through your slick, then pushes into you with a groan. You gasp at his girth and he pulls you tight against him as you’re filled by him completely.

“Fuck, baby,” Joel pants. “Juicy fuckin’ pussy.”

“Yeah, daddy” you moan.

“Nice ‘n wet for daddy?”

You nod, unable to form words as he buries his length inside you.

“Hell yeah, baby.”

There are a lot of things you could be thinking about. Jack sleeping inside – you think. The families on the rooftops of neighboring buildings. The fact that this is your boyfriend’s father.

He slams his cock into you with a sigh. “Been thinkin ‘bout this all day, baby.”

You nod. “Love your cock, daddy.”

He groans. “Gonna make me come, talkin’ like that,” he cautions. “perfect pussy’s got me close already.”

“Need this cock,” you gush. He fits you so well. You already miss his cock while he’s still inside you. “Gimme more, Daddy,” you beg.

“God damn, baby,” he says and fucks you harder. “Take it like an angel.”

“Ugh, you’re so big,” you wince as he rails into you harder, filling you to the brim. It’s incredible how much better he is than any other guy you’ve fucked.

“You can take it, sugar.” He pounds into you, bottoming out each time.

“Feels so good,” you manage between heavy breaths.

“Ah, fuck, baby” he pants and slows his rhythm.

“Don’t stop,” you beg and your legs pull him closer. “Don’t stop. Fill me up, daddy.”

“Hell yeah,” he breathes, “Yeah, baby.” He slams into you to the hilt, pushing your ass back slightly on the edge, and you begin to unravel. “Yeah, come on this cock, baby.”

You whimper as your cunt flutters around him. Your body convulses into him and your juices gush onto him and into the pool.

“Come all over me, bab-” it devolves into a moan, then, “oh, baby, yeah,” as he pulses inside you with a face you’ll be thinking about for nights to come. He wraps your arms around you and stays as deep as possible while he comes, pushing ever deeper.

The untied swimsuit bottom sitting beneath you has been pushed a little to the side from all the friction.

“You’re really somethin’,” he whispers as he looks at you. He kisses you on the lips again.

Then he wraps his arms around you and you tilt your hips to get back in the pool. You put your hands down on the edge and he helps you slide back into the water and tie your suit back up.

“Gonna miss this,” Joel says and your heart drops.

“Does it have to stop?”

“Nah, baby. Not unless you say. But I’m gonna miss this vacation.”

It’s not long before Jack comes outside, looking like he just woke up. You and Joel are still in the pool, talking casually at the edge. When Jack comes out, your eyes fall on the edge where you can see the remnants of cum even as the water evaporates. You try to casually swim away from it.

Doodle by @divinehedons ��

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