#dwank

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"Guess I can't be the horny police if I'm the horny one."

@farfromormond

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AfterEntity!AU Fright One-shot/Giftfic for @farfromormond

(I know that you're probably feeling down after such a long shift at work, so I wrote you this fanfic about some soft, loving Fright and Dwight pondering his friends.)

Dwight had been working all day. He was exhausted, but he had to remain diligent. After his third 8-hour shift this week, he was craving some cuddles from his lover. He walks out of the train station, and down the street. He walks down the trail to their house, and eventually comes apon their home-a lodge that they'd bought and dubbed "Ormond 2.0" after fixing it up. It had once been rundown, with broken windows. Now, Julie's artwork and Joey's graffiti covered its walls, and Susie's flowers were flourishing in the front flower pots. The lodge had a bit of something from every member of the legion in it, their lovely chaos arranged along with Dwight's own nearly anal organization. They each had an area of the home-even if Susie and Joey no longer lived there. Julie had the attic, a lovely studio with place to store finished artworks as well as supplies. She had her own bed up there, in a quiet area for late night doodles near a window that looks out over the flowers Susie had planted and that Dwight kept alive for her visits. He missed Susie. He resonated the best with her, maybe even better than with Frank. He appreciated her careful, orderly manner, along with her strength and determination. She was a great listener, and good with emotions. She'd helped him multiple times in just the past week, he was still rather broken up from leaving his survivor friends behind.

Dwight places his backpack down on the doorstop and grabs the hose, filling a watering can and then tiredly going around and watering his best friend's garden. He loved it too. They'd found many different kinds of flowers to plant in it-from poisonous yet beautiful types like Foxgloves and Buttercups, to roses, morning glories, and tulips. Seeing it as he headed out to work every morning made him smile. He thinks about how Joey had been interested in the garden too, specifically when Susie said she wanted to plant nightshade. There was something so chaotic and scary, yet so fun about Joey. He wondered if he would visit them soon. After he finishes watering the flowers, he looks up. Frank had been watching him from one of the windows. He waves, and smiles as Frank waves back.

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Dwight walks up to Frank, having ditched his coat, tie, and shoes on the way upstairs to their room. He pulls Frank into a tight hug and instantly, all his frustrations melt away. He slips down slightly out of exhaustion, and Frank chuckles, looping an arm around Dwight's waist and underneath his rump to hold him up.

"Hey, Puppy. Long day?" Dwight whines, exhausted yet appreciative as Frank places a kiss to his forehead. He nods, placing his face against Frank's chest, his knees slackening and allowing Frank to hold him up. "Are you hungry?" Dwight nods again. Outside of the entity, Dwight was taller than Frank by several inches. He had felt like an alien in his own body for awhile because of it. Growing from 5'9" to 6'2" in the span of what felt like a few hours was jarring, and even now he wasn't used to being so large. Luckily, Frank was still almost as strong as he'd been in the Entity's realm. That much was nice.

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After eating dinner, Dwight drags himself to bed with Frank. They cuddle for a long time, Frank whispering sweet nothings and Dwight showing his tired appreciation through quiet whimpers and roaming hands on his love's back. He falls asleep in the arms of the love of his life, grateful that tomorrow was a weekend. They could cuddle for as long as they wanted.

[hexler]

TrashBoys 2015 look book is almost done!

Model: myself

All photography done by Joe Savona; joeysav

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#Scummy #Dowtimo #Dwank

[bliss-vibrations]

time to watch Pulp Fiction kinda tipsy

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Why is jay getting attacked over who Dwight thinks about when he has a tug?

That's a very good question, anon.

People are stupid. 

[partynymph-defunct]

Dwight grunted, Jay's name rough and wet on his lips as his hand curled and quickened pace. He never did it this rough before, he never worked himself this fast, this hard. A unconteolled moan filled the roomand he closed his eyes, saying Jay's name. Why had he never done it this hard before? Fuck it felt good. Jays hips, her scent, the feel of her hands and her soft giggle as she admitted- cheeks dusting pink- she didn't mind going a little rough during 'personal time'

well, fuck. 

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