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Power surge PT1

Yandere big brother!caleb x non-mc reader

Tw: porn with some plot. Incest, brat tamer Caleb, mean dom caleb, size kink, overstimulation, punishment, petplay, using toys on reader, fingering, breeding kink, yandere caleb, degradation, impact play

Summary: you move in with your older brother since your college is out for the summer, you dont think Caleb would remain the same overbearing, overprotective older brother that he always was when you were kids, so you decide to stay out late one night. 

note: i havent written smut in a while so lemme know what yall think! if this does good ill probs make a part two. ive been working on this for a few days now so yippee!

Skyhavens night life was quite different than that of linkon cities. It was safer. The armed patrol men stood every hundred feet, cop cars patrolled at regular intervals, and every bar had a bouncer. You weren't very shocked, it was a smaller area than lincoln, the resources needed for constant patrols was significantly less than what linkon would need. 

You had decided to go out with a few college friends. A few drinks and a little dancing never hurt anything, did it? It had been about a month since you had seen them last, staying at Caleb's house was nice but it did leave you a bit isolated from your besties. Who could blame you for wanting to get out and have some fun?

So now, it was well past midnight, and after a lot more than just a few drinks, you struggled to enter the code to get into Caleb's house. With one hand on the door, heels beside your aching feet on the ground, you hunched over the scanner, scowling at the little red dot as it continued to flash. 

After your third attempt, a sharp chirping sound came from the code pad, the screen flashed with a security alert, and you could hear the other locks engaging on the door. 

“Shit.” you muttered. 

Caleb had more security than he needed. After 3 failed attempts the house would go into lockdown mode. Extra locks engaging on every door and every window, cameras would begin to film in high resolution with color and audio, if you did manage to make it into the house a message would be sent to the nearest cop cars to come to this location. 

Dizzy, you step back, the cold concrete gritted into the soles of your bare feet as you bring out your phone. Caleb was most likely asleep by now, but it would be worth it to give him a call.

The phone had hardly gotten through its first ring when the front door was swung open. Startled, you stumbled back a little bit and looked up to see Caleb, there was a cold look on his face and his eyes bore into yours. 

“Inside.” he grunted, he stooped to pick up your shoes, and when you didnt move he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the house himself. 

The lockdown was quickly uninitiated, Caleb tapped a few buttons on his phone to make it go away before locking the door again. You stepped into the hallway, a bit uncomfortable by how angry he looked. Caleb never mentioned you had to be home by a certain time. Maybe you had woken him up out of his sleep?

“Sorry Caleb, it was terrible trying to get a cab.” you said, trying to steady your voice so he didn't know you were drunk. 

Caleb stayed quiet as you walked for the couch, tripping over the edge of the carpet and catching yourself on the armrest of a leather chair. 

“Do you have any idea how damn late it is?” Caleb asked. There was an angry edge to his voice, cold and steely. You had only heard him use this tone when you had fucked up badly, or when he was in ‘colonel-mode’ as you liked to call it. 

“Relax caleb im out this late often.” you muttered, you walked around the couch and sat, letting out a satisfied groan to be off your feet. 

“Really? Till’ 3am? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be out wandering alone? Without any damn shoes? Drunk?” Caleb asked. His voice began to raise as he stood in front of you. 

You massage your temples and shake your head, annoyance beginning to seep into you. 

“You've always been like this Caleb, can't you just chill? God damn you're annoying sometimes. I'm not little anymore! I have a knife, and the pepper spray you bought me.” you reasoned. 

Caleb shook his head, his arms folded and he glared down at you. 

“That isn't gonna stop someone if you're too drunk to realize they've been sneaking up on you.” he replied. 

You waved a hand at him, turning away and pulling out your phone. 

“Go to bed caleb, we arent fucking kids anymore i dont have or need a curfew.” you responded. 

As the phone screen lit up, Caleb stepped forward, snatching your phone from your hand. You tried to snatch it back, but he put his mechanical arm on your shoulder, pushing you into the couch as he peered into your eyes. 

“Clearly you need one because you're too stupid to realize there are awful people even here in Skyhaven. What if you went home with someone? Huh? You're just gonna sleep with me’? Just gonna give it to some random guy like a damn whore?” he said. 

You were a bit shocked, and it showed on your face, Caleb shook his head. 

“What the fu-”

“Dont give me that ‘oh what the fuck caleb’, no, you go out, you get drunk, and you make mistakes. Mistakes like sleeping with some random guy and not-” he cut himself off this time. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. The two of you argued quite a bit, but you hadn't had an argument this tense for a long time. Caleb squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. 

“I'm not going out to sleep with anyone because you make it sound like I'm a whore! And I don't have rules anymore Caleb, not for a long time!” you said. 

Caleb clenched his jaw, and opened his eyes to peer down at you. 

“Really? You think things changed just because you moved away?" Caleb asked. 

He inched in a little closer, the phone in his hand fell onto your lap, now empty he placed his hand on the other side of your body, caging you against the couch. His mechanical arm shifted its position, now grasping onto your forearm. The cool metal vibrated slightly against your skin, the fingertips pressed into your flesh ensuring you couldn't move anywhere. 

“Yeah. thats kinda how becoming an adult works you fuckin’ idiot.” you spat back. 

Caleb's nose twitched and he suddenly smirked. 

“Really? So that's what you wanted tonight right? To go out and get fucked? Tell me lil’ sis, how'd that go over when we lived with gran again? You remember that?” he asked. 

His voice was quieter now, a lingering threat behind it as you remembered what he spoke about. It was something the two of you swore to never speak about again. The thought of it made your cheeks flush and your stomach squeezed. 

“Sh-shut up, fuckin’ weirdo that not-”

“Oh so you do remember right? You know what being a brat gets you? If I recall , my little punishment kept you quite satisfied. I can even distinctly remember a few times after, comin’ in my room with your cheeks red, asking-no begging me t-”

“I said shut up!” you responded, cheeks now bright pink, your hand shot up to clamp over his mouth, but Caleb dodged it with a sly grin. He gripped your arm tighter and pulled you off the couch and to your feet. 

“See you made a mistake tonight you know that.” Caleb said, your back was facing him, your shoulders pressed into his chest as he snaked an arm around your waist. Your heart hammered, but you didn't stop him, one part curious, another part paralyzed. A heat bloomed between your legs, memories of secret, forbidden nights with Caleb coming back all at once. 

You had tried to forget them. Ashamed of what the two of you had done, and the other part of you missed it. Maybe that's why you couldn't bring yourself to go to more than second base with anyone since moving. 

“C’mon don't go quiet on me now pip-squeak, you were such a brat earlier, where'd that fight go hm?” he asked. His head dipped down, his breath lilted over your neck as he chuckled. 

Caleb pushed the two of you forward, you were stumbling over your feet being guided by him, a mixture of drunkenness, and the face Caleb was so close behind you. 

“You're a bastard.” you mumbled back to caleb. 

Another laugh escaped Caleb, he leaned down, sweeping your legs out from under you and carrying you bridal style. He took one look at your face and shook his head as he walked down the hallway, down to your bedroom. 

“Y’know i found something while you were gone.” he said. 

You stared at him curiously, glancing around your room as the two of you entered it. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

He stayed silent as he set you on the bed, gentle as ever. Caleb turned, and walked to the dresser, pulling open your panty drawer and rifling around. 

“Hey wait! You fuckin’ creep dont look in there!” you said. You stood up, realizing what he was talking about, and tried to grab Caleb away. 

An invisible force pushed you back towards the bed, Caleb's Evol held you in place as he produced a few barbie pink toys from your drawer. 

“These are pretty new pip-squeaks. Did you buy them just for me to find?” he asked. There was a hint of amusement in his voice, his eyes gleamed devilishly as he faced you. 

Your face burned with embarrassment not a single comeback came to mind as he got closer, turning your vibrator around in one hand and looking it over. You didn't even think about the fact that he must've been rifling through your panty drawer earlier. He saw all the pretty lace lingerie you had, the pairs of thongs, silky bras. You were desperately trying to think of something to say, your mouth opened and closed as Caleb stared expectantly at you. When you were silent, he sighed, and took another step forward, this time looking over the dildo you had stashed away. 

“Y’know lil’ sis’ i will say this surprised me. A vibrator is one thing, but a dildo? Your little fingers couldn't reach far enough when you were pumping your cunt hm? I mean, this is quite small, you know it never feels as good as your big brother right? Or is this all that pretty pussy of yours can handle since I haven't been there to stuff that tiny hole?” caleb asked. 

You looked away. “I-shut up caleb! I-i just needed some help is all. Im not-i dont go out just to have sex you were wrong about that okay? Just put them away! Fuckin’ pervert!” you responded. 

Caleb closed the distance between you two, sitting on the bed and letting your toys fall into your lap, all of them except the dildo, he looked it over, unimpressed. 

“Really? Have you had sex with anyone since you left?” he asked. 

The question hung in the air, waiting for a response. You didn't want to answer. It was a bit embarrassing, quite frankly. It's not like you didn't have plenty of opportunities to sleep with someone. It's just that… you didn't. 

“Have you?” you questioned back, trying to get around answering caleb. 

“No.” he responded quickly. Caleb leaned towards you as you looked back at him in surprise, a small smile on his face. 

“Does that shock you pip-squeak?” he asked. 

You nodded. Caleb's friends always made it seem like he was some sort of womanizer. They talked about him always taking a girl home and coming back quite late in the night afterwards. There was even a rumor in high school that he slept his way through the cheer team. 

“You didn't answer my question though. Did you sleep with anyone else? Or… have you been waiting for your dear brother to come and take care of you again? You know you could've just asked right?” Caleb said. 

There was a hint of desperation in his voice, he was staring so intensely at you that you wouldn't think for a moment. His lilac eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and pleading. He wanted your response quite badly. 

“I-i don't think i need to caleb, it-it's not important okay just, lets go to bed.” you responded. 

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head. Caleb sat up a bit, climbing onto the bed as his evol released you from your held position. You attempted to stand up, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you into Caleb's lap. You sat facing away from him, head pressed into his chest as he clicked his tongue with disappointment. 

“No no, i want answers from you.” he responded, his arm held you in place, his legs settled between yours, jutting out to make your thighs part, the hem of your dress slid up your thighs. A small noise of surprise escaped as he did this. 

“What do you think you're doing caleb!” you exclaimed. He remained silent, his non-mechanical arm reached out and easily brushed the tender flesh of your thigh. His muscles tensed under you, and you could feel a growing hard-on pressing into your back. 

“You won't gimme an answer, and you've been such a damn brat all night. What do you think I'm doing princess?” he asked quietly. 

Butterflies erupted in your belly, you squirmed in his arms and he only held you tighter, his biceps bulged against you as a quiet laugh vibrated through you. 

“Still so small, it's like fighting with a little puppy, you know that? I mean, at one point I thought you might grow a little more, get some more muscle, but here you are still just so tiny up against me.” Caleb said. 

“Shut up! Caleb, stop being a pervert!” you said. 

He placed his chin on top of your head, his hand suddenly grabbed the fat of your thigh and squeezed painfully, eliciting a whimper and stopping your movements. Caleb stiffened underneath you and you felt his erection twitch in his pants. 

“Do that again princess.” he asked, squeezing your thigh a little harder. 

Another whine, a little louder this time, and you started to squirm. 

“That hurts stupid!”

Caleb shook his head, sighing in frustration at your struggle. 

“C’mon stay still, be a good girl for your big brother alright? Just take your punishment properly and I might go easy okay?” he pleaded. 

His voice oozed with a sympathetic, almost apologetic tone. His hand caressed the now sore part of your thigh, his hands were a lot bigger, and much more calloused now. The sensation was pleasant, making you pause your struggle against him for a moment. You tried to look up at him, catching a glimpse of his lust filled eyes. He stared down at you like you were prey caught in a trap, his eyes never left your thighs as he continued to gently massage you. After a moment he dragged his eyes down to your face. 

“What a good little sister, so calm for me now…” he cooed. The arm holding you in place moved upwards a bit, when the two of you wrestled as kids he always put you in a headlock, this position reminded you a bit of that. 

“Caleb…” you whined quietly. He raised an eyebrow glancing at your slowly parting legs. Your core was throbbing now. You hardly noticed until now how worked up he was getting you. Just by gently massaging your legs. 

His fingers trailed downwards, leaving chills in their wake. You shivered slightly, shutting your eyes as you took a deep breath, prepared to feel his fingers slowly pull away your panties. 

God you don't know how long you had been waiting for this. Whether consciously or not, your body was so excited to feel his familiar touch again. You waited, feeling his hands draw closer to your clothed pussy, wetness had dampened your panties already, a surge of embarrassment ran through you as you thought about how wet he got you. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words were robbed from you as a sudden smack came across your thigh. A loud cry left your mouth, and you bucked slightly from the pain, trying to move away from the cruel hand now aiming for your other thigh. 

“W-wait caleb-”

“You were so bad earlier, you didn't think I'd forget right? You thought I'd let you off easily cause you spread your legs for me like a slut huh?” Caleb asked. 

Another smack, this time bringing tears to your eyes and a whimpering moan. The pain stung deliciously, your core throbbed with need as you tried to slam your legs shut. It only earned another slap, and soon an invisible force pulled you up. Caleb stayed under you, and guided you back down to the bed, this time your face was pressed into the comforter, your ass was across his lap and received a gentle massage. 

“You need a good punishment. Been able to be a fuckin’ brat for so long havent you? Don't worry pip-squeak your big brother knows exactly what you need to behave." Caleb replied. 

Smack! His palm came down roughly on your ass, a cry escaped you and you tried to pull away from Caleb. He was still so much stronger than you. He put a hand around the back of your neck, holding you down with just a bit of force, another smack, followed by a volley of cruel spanks against your ass. 

Tears pricked out of your eyes, you could only whine and cry out, your voice muffled slightly by the bed underneath you. 

“Oh I know princess, it hurts doesn't it?” Caleb cooked. His voice dripped with faux sympathy. He was always so cruel like this. 

A muffled yes came from you, only to turn into a yell as he slammed his palm against your ass as hard as he could. The smack echoed in the room, and you felt like you were going to see stars. The breath was knocked out of you as it came again, and again, and again. Your dress did little to soften the blow, and after the third smack, Caleb dragged the skirt over your ass to admire the now bright red handprints he had left. 

“Think that was enough little sis?” Caleb asked. He leaned over you, dragging something across the bed as you pathetically whimpered and cried. Your ass felt hot and stung badly. 

“Mhm, y-yes Caleb,” you said weakly. 

Caleb hummed quietly, he slowly parted your thighs, giving them a gentle massage once more. 

“You did such a good pip-squeak. I know it hurts so much doesn't it?” he asked. His voice was gentle, he leaned towards your head, letting go of the grip he held on your neck as his hands inched towards your panties. 

“It does…” you muttered. 

“Oh I'm sorry love, do you want me to make it feel better? Wanna feel good now right?” he asked. There was a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Please,” you said. 

His fingers grazed over your clothed clit, drawing slow, feather light circles above it. The feeling made you twitch and arch your back slightly, a quiet groan escaping your mouth. You had completely soaked your panties, Caleb could only smile widely knowing you got off on his spanking. He knew you did, that was always your favorite punishment from him. No matter how you whined and begged for him to stop, he knew you always wanted more. 

“Such a poor thing, you're so pathetic.” Caleb cooked. He pressed down a little more on your hardened nub, slowly rubbing up and down. The sensation was dulled by the barrier of fabric, but you were still able to feel the tingling pleasure. A quiet groan escaped you again, which built into a sharp yelp as Caleb landed a harsh slap against your pussy. 

“Too bad I'm not done punishing you isn't it?” Caleb growled, all the faux-sympathy was gone from his voice, any gentle tone left as if it had never been there to begin with. 

You tried to escape the harsh smacks against your cunt, your clit throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, you attempted to sit up, only to be harshly held down again. 

“Stupid dumb little slut. Think imma stop now? God there really must be nothing in that brain anymore huh? Not till you answer my question princess, quite crying and telling me. How many other guys did you let in this pussy? Were they better than your big brother's cock? Huh? Answer me slut!” he demanded. 

His hand kept pounding down on you, your brain fuzzed with the mix of pain and pleasure surging through your body, you tried to form an answer, but only a pathetic amount of crying and whimpering could leave you. If he just stopped for a moment you could tell him! But it was damn near impossible. You were left to simply take it, listening to his cruel remarks. 

“I waited till you came back y’know? Waited so long so i could have you again, all to myself, no more reason to be quiet, i can do whatever i want to you now, but your such a slutty bimbo you try and go get fucked while your here with me? Fuckin’ disrespectful you know that? You know how much i fucking love you? Makes me wanna tie you up in this little room and keep you here. So you can only see me, only be with me, so those pretty eyes will only look at me." Caleb growled. 

He finally paused his spanking. You were out of breath, the room spun around you as you quietly cried and tried to form a sentence. 

“D-didnt… i didnt… mmph.. Caleb, di-didn't-”

“Didnt what? Didn't know?” he questioned. 

You shook your head, your legs trembled. 

“Didnt.. Fuck anyone.. Else.” you whimpered. 

The room grew quiet, and Caleb let out a deep breath. His hands went back to massaging your now heated and slightly bruised ass and thighs. 

“You didn't?” he asked quietly. His voice hasn't lost that edge, but it did soften. He was still angry with you. 

“N-no, ‘m promise.” you mumbled. 

He squeezed your thighs again, forcing them to part. His fingers found your clothed clit once more and applied a bit of pressure, rubbing circles once more, this time with a bit more force than before. A string of moans left your mouth as your head slumped against the pillow. He seemed satisfied by your answer. 

“That's my good girl,” he said softly, the mean edge had left his voice, replaced by the softer tone you knew very well. You whined at the praise, earning a quiet chuckle from Caleb again. 

“You like that huh? Being my good girl? Mmm… you are such a good little sister you know that? So patient, even refusing other guys so you can be with your big brother huh?" Caleb asked. 

You nodded, and Caleb's fingers pressed more firmly to your clit. Your thighs trembled and tried to close together again, Caleb's hand left your neck and firmly held them open. 

“Don't try to stop it, just let me make you feel good,” Caleb murmured gently. 

You whimpered in response, especially loud when his hand left your clit. You were prepared to feel another harsh smack, but instead, your panties slowly slid down your ass, and your dress pushed up further. A quiet gasp escaped Caleb as he gently parted your folds, an exploratory finger trailing down your slit. 

“So wet… just for me,” Caleb muttered, he sighed and gently prodded his fingers into your pussy, they were so much bigger than yours it made you whine and whimper loudly. 

“Oh I know pip-squeak, I'm bigger than your little hands, right? You've always been so tiny inside, do you think I'll still fit?” Caleb asked. 

He pushed a finger in deeper, now knuckle deep. You squirmed, hips bucking away but Caleb held you firmly. 

“Mm Caleb… mmph~ m-more please!” you whined. 

Caleb curled his finger inside you, slowly pushing in and out, it was a terribly slow pace, making you shiver and whimper. He was taking his sweet time, it was torturous. 

“Just take it like this princess, nice and slow and gentle just how you like it. Feels good doesn't it? Think I can add one more?" Caleb purred. 

He dragged his finger out, and you felt the second one press against you slowly push inside, it made you shiver and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He kept the same torturous pace.

“F-faster please… mmph Caleb please!” you whined. 

He shushed you, instead of moving faster he stilled all his movements and removed his fingers entirely. He leaned down, brushing hair out of your face. You looked up to see his soft eyes peering down at you. 

“Is that right little sis? You want more don't you?” Caleb asked. 

You nodded your head. 

He hummed quietly, before scooping his arms under you and lifting you up. A small gasp left you as you settled back on his lap. His chest pressed firmly against your back as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. A sigh left you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his hands began rubbing circles over your stomach. 

“It's been too long since I got to hold you pip-squeak,” Caleb mumbled quietly. His voice was now breathy. He pressed another kiss to your neck, his tongue flicking out to lick a gentle stripe. The kiss sent a shudder down your back as his hands dug into your plush stomach. 

“I won't stay away long again,” you mumbled softly. 

He nodded, kissing your shoulder and biting gently. A soft groan left you as his bite became a little harder, something of a grumble came from Caleb. He suddenly bit down hard on your neck, the pain made you whine and squirm in his arms. When he pulled away he chuckled. 

“You promise you won't? You'll start staying here with me right?” he asked. 

“Y-yes Caleb, I will,” you replied. 

He nodded slowly. After a moment of comfortable silence, his hands began to trail back to your legs. 

“Well, I guess I do need to take care of you tonight, right? Make sure you come back for more?” Caleb asked. 

You squirmed a little bit, a small smile gracing your features and you nodded. 

“Oh no, say it properly, use your words pip-squeak,” Caleb said.

His hands trailed between your thighs and gently pinched the tender skin. 

“Mm, you're so mean, Caleb, always teasing me,” you mumbled quietly. A pit of embarrassment formed in your stomach. He always made you beg and ask nicely for him to help you like this. 

“Mean? Me? Nooo… listen, all you gotta say is this: ‘Please big brother, stuff my tight little pussy and use me how you want tonight. I promise I'll stay here with you and won't even look at other people, all I need is my big brother. Please Caleb, please.’ maybe a little extra whiney for me okay?” Caleb said. 

Your cheeks flushed bright red. “Pl-please cal-”

“Nooo, that's not what I said, baby.” Caleb teased. He pinched your thigh again, which made you whimper quietly. 

“Please big brother…” you couldn't get yourself to finish the sentence, it was so filthy the way he got off on this. He knew it embarrassed you to say out loud. 

“Come on, be a good girl for me okay?” Caleb asked. 

“And… and stuff my tight pussy and use me how you want tonight.” you quickly finished, and one of your hands flew to cover your face from the embarrassment. It was stopped mid-air by Caleb's evol, and you glanced up to see him smiling widely. 

“And what else pip-squeak?” 

“I promise I'll stay here with you and I won't even look at-at other people.” you mumbled. 

“Say the next part is nice and loud for me okay?” Caleb requested. 

You cleared your throat to speak more clearly. 

“All I need is my big brother. Please Caleb, please..” you said. 

He practically purred at the statement, burying his face in your neck and kissing over the tender skin. He hit every sensitive spot, making you breathe in deeper and close your eyes. The embarrassment from the moments before slowly faded as heat began to pool between your legs again. 

“That's a good girl for me. Always so good. I'll take care of you pip-squeak, i'll make sure you can't even walk tomorrow.”

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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Joel Miller x reader

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summary | Joel's pent up, you've got ideas.

author's note | just had the urge to do some free-use/cnc stuff with softer jackson!joel, huddled into my little writing cave and came up with this. also, happy birthday to the man who's brought me so many great friends within this fandom <3

content warning | 18+ MDNI, DEAD DOVE: CNC, FREE-USE, brief aftercare, established relationship, jackson!joel, pre-arranged dynamics, dom/sub elements, mentions of safewords, facefucking & forcefucking, eating out from the back, none of this is good for joel's knees, a short game of chase, claiming kink, degradation, slapping (consensual), unprotected piv, creampies. this fic contains dark elements, if it is not your thing, continue on.

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It grows like weeds in your brain.

Joel is notoriously tightly wound and rigid. Only in the comfort of his own home do you see the softer side of him, still subdued and quiet—most of his words transferred through touches and silent facial expressions.

You’ve grown on him, opened him up in a way that most would never be able to.

You weren’t ever on his radar nor was he on yours—there was a sort of stigma around Joel, off-limits completely of his own volition, a natural recluse. You only ever really saw him with Ellie and Tommy, otherwise he was busy with patrol or a complete ghost.

It wasn’t until you’re paired up with him on patrol that something changes.

It wasn’t instantaneous either, but just as persistent with the thought in your brain as you stare at him now, leaned against the bar with a sour expression, you grew on him.

You were well-versed; starting fires, skinning animals, and knowing how to field strip your pistol with your eyes closed.

Joel witnessed it once and he’s not sure he’s ever been more entranced by something in his entire life, the genuine confusion on his face as you finally glance up at him was enough to kickstart the beginning of…whatever this was.

There weren't any explicit labels given—but if Joel wasn’t in your bed at night, you were always in his. Things were just that; happening, existing. You were settled with the fact that labels and titles weren’t of immediate concern in the grim apocalypse.

Joel’s hair is grown out and you feel the constant need to tuck it behind his ear, doing so as he eyes you carefully, jaw tight and set in place, hand gripping tight around the glass in his hand.

“I think you need an outlet,” your voice is quiet, starkly opposite of the room around you.

You’ve got your own language, communicating through silence that is cataloged through expressions and subtle emotion. He’s clearly had a bad day, a bad week, coming back to you reeking of decay and musk, traversing through rain and hoards of infected for weeks just to take out a few groups that wander too close to Jackson, riddled with cuts and bruises that you tried to convince yourself a kiss would heal it quicker.

“Let’s go,” you suggest, finger trailing down his bicep until you can pry the glass from his hands.

Joel is more than willing to be dragged away into silence, never the most chipper individual at the community events that his brother and wife insisted on holding for morale.

–

It’s strange how diplomatic the suggestion becomes, a conversation over a shared cup of coffee—Joel was running low and inherently stingy.

“That side isn’t a mystery to me,” you tell him, watching how he stares at you wearily over the cup, “I’ve seen you kill men with your bare hands. Granted, they deserved it.”

“So, you think me hurtin’ you is a better alternative?”

You sigh, shoulders shrugging. You reach forward and claw your fingers into the front of his shirt and tug, pulling him toward you slightly, face falling flat and serious.

“I’m not so easily broken, Miller,” you retort, “Besides, with this, we can set rules.”

“Rules?” 

Suddenly, he’s an echo. 

You nod—in all seriousness, you wanted him to understand.

“We’ll have a safe word, something non-verbal in case we can’t talk. There’s a mutual understanding, trust—”

“No, I know…I know how this works,” Joel interjects, “Jus’ didn’t suspect this was something you were willin’ to try is all.”

“I like your gentle side,” you assure him with a subtle smile, fingers trailing up his neck and through the stubble of his graying beard, curling around the back of his head and into his soft curls, “but I like it just as much as the rest of you.”

Joel’s silent, pensive as usual, his hand curling around the back of your neck to mimic your own touch, and he nods, “We can try it, f’it is somethin’ we both want.”

“I’m all in,” you grin wider, carefully prying the mug from his grip and placing it on the counter at your hip, “are you?”

“Game on, sweetheart,” He breathes against your mouth before he captures you in a slow kiss; the kind that makes your heart flutter with need, a floating feeling as it grows.

–

He doesn’t give you any warning, but you wanted it that way.

There had always been an understanding that Joel could have you whenever he pleased, the same extended to you—as long as it was when you were both alone.

Espresso is the word you both settle on, a vested interest in the situation.

It was the element of surprise that made it all the more enticing, both of you running on empty most days, and with the usual gentleness that Joel provides on a daily basis, you sense it as you meet his doorstep on this particular night.

He wasn’t back yet, still on his route back with Tommy. But, you knew he’d slip in at some point that night, making yourself at home with the small remnants of your presence throughout his space. 

Shoes at his front door, jacked laid over the back of his couch, the key to your house on his kitchen counter beside his owl mug, a miniscule amount of cold, brown liquid pooling at the bottom.

You leave the lights off, scouring through his cabinets for a clean cup to pour yourself a glass of water, fetching the pitcher from his fridge and vigilant to the gentle creaks of the house, heat expanding and making it snap.

It’s subtle, but something shifts.

You ignore it outright, knowing that Joel wasn’t due home yet.

You replace the pitcher and sip gingerly at the glass of water, obviously to the lingering shadow that seems to move with you, closing your eyes as your head tilts to the side, feeling a pop in your shoulder with the movement, too tense to relax.

It has been like this for the past few days.

Shitty sleeping arrangements, long nights on watch, it was hell on the body.

You hum, eyes closer as your head rolls around and forward. You slide the cup onto the surface of the counter and pull your bottom lip between your teeth and groan softly, allowing everything else to fade away before the pressure comes, sudden and unexpected.

It sends the water in your mouth out, through the hand that’s clamped tight over it.

There’s a soft yelp on your behalf and a grunt of acknowledgement, another strong hand wound tight at your wrist as they were maneuvered so easily behind your back. 

Someone was back early.

“You sure you still want this, sweetheart?”

It was the final moment of grace before you both succumbed to the deep desire of escapism. 

You nod, barely, but Joel feels the movement.

You snap into the subservience naturally.

You fight against his restraint, hearing the soft click of his tongue as he yanks against your movement, “Doors are locked,” his voice is like fire; so hot it burns, “ain’t nowhere for you to run.”

You make a small noise and force the struggle, both desperate to get out of his grip in an effort for the game to begin, but because it did hurt, though the discomfort was nice.

Your breath is uneven, heartbeat hammering in your chest as Joel’s grip tightens. 

His calloused fingers dig into the flesh of your wrists, pinning them behind your back with an ease that makes you shudder, full body.

He’s unrelenting, pressing your body flush against his, the broad plane of his chest a solid, immovable force. He’s always felt intimidating, but you’ve never been on the receiving end like this, caught and cornered.

His breath ghosts over your ear, warm and slow, a sharp contrast to the way he wrenches your hands higher up your spine, dead center on your back while your hips dig into the edge of the counter. 

A low grunt rumbles from his chest as you writhe, the feigned struggle met with nothing but amusement from him. Joel’s always been playful, though often reserved, this was the perfect way to squeeze it out of him.

“Tryin’ awful hard to get away, babygirl,” he muses, voice laced with darkness.

You bite your lip, twisting again, testing. He can feel it under the press of his palm, squeezing tighter against your cheeks. His opposite grip tightens further. A warning. A reminder.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere.”

Your breath catches again as he shifts, pressing you firm and flat against the counter, chest parallel with the surface. The coolness seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt, a sharp contrast to the heat of him behind you, evident arousal against your ass.

 He leans in closer, his nose grazing the shell of your ear before he speaks again, “Say it,” he orders, voice just above a whisper, shirt bunched up in his hands where he has your hands held.

You swallow hard as he removes his palm for a brief moment, your fingers twitching uselessly in his grasp. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His chuckle is low, a rumble of satisfaction. “That’s right.”

His now free hand trails up your stomach, fingertips barely grazing over the fabric of your shirt before he hooks it beneath the hem and yanks it upward, manhandling you with the movement as he pulls it over your head and down your back.

You gasp, the sudden exposure sending a thrill racing through you.

Joel shifts, releasing your wrists only to catch them again a second later as he turns you to face him, this time capturing them at your stomach. He twists them together, holding them in one hand, the fabric of your shirt is ripped apart and knotted around your wrists, keeping you stuck but allowing him full mobility again.

“Color?” he asks, his tone softer, just for a moment.

You exhale shakily, the word coming easily. “Green.”

It was the first time in a few days you’re able to see him and he’s looking particularly wrecked, smelling like mulch and rain, but something so distinctly him.

His fingers tighten around your wrists as he hums in approval and tugs, “Good girl.”

The praise sinks into your skin, setting you alight in a way that has you pulling against him again, an involuntary reaction. 

His grip holds firm, an unspoken reminder of who’s in control.

Your pulse quickens, your body thrumming with anticipation as he steps back just enough to admire his work. Joel’s thumb strokes over the inside of your wrist, a fleeting moment of tenderness before his other hand grips your chin, tilting your head back so you’re forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but you know that look—you’ve seen it before, felt it in the quiet moments when he lets himself want.

“You remember the word too?” he asks.

You nod, pulse roaring in your ears. “Espresso.”

His lips curl into something between a smirk and a snarl.

–

The pout you form is instinctual, watching him examine you for a brief moment, admiring his work, the exquisite press of your tits where they’re trapped between your arms, wrists bound tight, the remnants of your sweats hanging low on your hips from the brief struggle.

He’s witnessed a lot of beauty in his life but nothing quite like you.

He takes a step forward which is met with you moving away, eyes wide with adrenaline and playful fear, so genuine that Joel believes it, like you’re finally seeing him for the monster he really is.

“Don’t run,” he warns, “it won’t end well for you.”

Eventually, your back hits the wall adjacent to the kitchen, beside his front door. It was locked and deadbolted—when the fuck had he managed that? You turn your head to glance but you’re met with his fingers gripping your chin, body closing in.

His hand curls around the expanse of your throat and squeezes.

The pressure is deliberate, a reminder of your helplessness as he forces you back against the wall, trapping you between the solid wood and the heat of his body. His other palm skims over your side, down your hip, a featherlight touch that has you sucking in a sharp breath.

“Breathe for me,” Joel murmurs, thumb tracing over the delicate skin just beneath your jaw.

 He watches you intently, eyes darkened from their normal caramel warmth to near black.

You exhale, slow and measured, eyes steady on him.

His hand drags lower, over your collarbone, down to your sternum, your stomach, before slipping beneath the fabric of your sweats. There’s no hesitation. His hand curls, firm and unforgiving over your cunt, fitted to the size of his girthy hand.

“You feel that?” he asks, his voice rough, and you nod jerkily, “That’s all me. You’re mine now.”

You whimper weakly as your lips part in a gasp, the claim stabbing something deep in your chest. 

He tilts his head, eyes flickering over you, taking in the ragged breath you exhale.

“Still think you can run?” he taunts, smirking, his free hand gripping your hip, squeezing hard enough to make you wince—you’re silent, defiant.

You shift, testing his hold—there was nowhere to go, really.

His smirk deepens, wicked and wildly possessive. “Go on, sweetheart. Try.”

There’s a slight pause to your movements, unsure of what was to come.

Joel nods his head to the side, urging the chase.

Without a thought, you bolt.

His footsteps don’t follow, though.

Where he stays, he strips.

Boots first, then his jacket.

He’s slow, methodical in his movements and calculated.

There’s a few rooms upstairs to choose from—the bathroom was small, confined. Naturally, your instincts lead you toward his room, knowing that inevitably he would find you, but it wouldn’t hurt to play his game.

Joel so easily slipped into whatever role you needed—or that he craved; this side of him that craved you for nothing more than your body, an animalistic need that both of you felt. You enjoyed putting up the fight, the resistance you knew he could snap with a look or a word.

“Shouldn’t be here this late,” you hear his voice carry from downstairs, “sneaking into my house at this hour, no clue what you’re walking into,” heavy footsteps despite his lack of boots, one door opening and another closing, “well—that’s just stupid.”

You bend down to your knees and attempt to crawl toward his bed, hands gripping on the underside to pull yourself out of view, but you were already too late.

There’s a rasp to his voice that you’ve never heard before, the faint jingling of his belt before the door whips open and his hands are wrapped tight around your ankles, pulling with a hefty strength he’s acquired through years of survival.

“Caught you,” he growls, dragging you by your ankles against the faded turquoise rug, “hidin’ from me ain’t gonna do you much good, darlin’.” 

You let out a breathy laugh that borders on a whimper, his presence towering over you before you feel the weight of him settle, pressing your body firmly against the hardwood. You writhe beneath him, not to escape but to incite his need further. He’s kneeling over you now, the sight of him mouthwatering but vaguely frightening, nearly unrecognizable.

Your hips shift against him, and he responds with a hand pressing your wrists above your head, pinning you like prey. The other hand roams down, curling around the band of your sweats before he’s tugging them down and out of the way, the lack of panties not even the least bit surprising for him, shaking his head in amusement.

He knows you’ve been eager for his approach, waiting, but the sight of you now and completely bare underneath him as he tossed the last remnants of your clothes away was enough to quiet the buzzing in his brain, focused intently on the heavy breathing racking your chest, hands still tightly bound, lips parted in anticipation as you watched him, still struggling against his hold.

“You can’t untie me,” you barter, “I’ll be good.”

He chuckles darkly, “Nice try—stop talkin’,”

Your mouth snaps shut at the instructions, face going expressionless as Joel hoists you upright, hands pulling at your elbows until you’re on your feet and you’re pressing against the edge of his bed, the cool sheets kissing your back.

He’s not gentle or rough, rather more firm. He flicks at your chin until you get the silent instruction to lean your head back against the edge of the bed, waiting obediently on your knees for his next move.

“If I let you go–you gonna stay put?” He asks, your eyes too focused on the hand that goes for his zipper, fingers curling around the thick denim band of his jeans, mouth pooling with saliva that begs to drip off the tongue that’s resting against your bottom lip.

The slap is sharp, surprising, but not unwelcome.

There’s a silent moment when you lock eyes that Joel fears that might’ve been a bit too much, but then your bottom lip is pulling between your teeth and you’re nodding to his question finally.

“Good—quiet, I like that,” he tells you and you can feel your body vibrating with the anticipation as he shifts his jeans down, hand dipping inside of his boxers to wrap around his cock, settling the fabric underneath balls, tightly drawn from his straining cock, angered and pulsing with a thick drop of precum at the head, chin gravitating to pull you forward almost on instinct.

Joel scowls, though, pushing you back roughly.

“Look at you, squirmin’ around all helpless and cock hungry. I didn’t tell you to fuckin’ move, did I?”

Your eyes flutter with the harsh movement as you shake your head.

“Open your mouth,” he tells you coarsely, “tongue out—yeah….yeah, there you go,” he rubs the head of his cock over your wet tongue and forcefully feeds it into your mouth, slow and mindful until it nudges against the back of your throat, keeping himself in place as your eyes search for his face.

He smirks down at you, teeth gritting with the strain, watching you struggle to take more of him as you gag around his thick girth, tears pooling in your eyes. He’s got that familiar musk of a day's work, somehow more intoxicating than his normal, sweet scent from your shared body wash.

Joel knows it’s too much. He can feel it in the way your mouth is tightening around him, nostrils flaring to hold on for just a few seconds longer, but he doesn’t care—he wants to see you like this, needs it.

When he finally jerks his hips back and pulls out, a string of saliva connects your mouth to his cock, gurgling against the tip with your chin drenched in spit, drooling shamelessly down your neck as you gasp for a breath of air.

Joel groans through clenched teeth before he’s pushing himself back into your mouth, a low and constant moan rumbling from his chest as he fucks his way into your mouth, hand curled around the top of your skull, the other gripping tight into his sheets as he leveraged the surface for tighter thrusts.

It’s dizzying, bordering on too painful as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fu—fuck,” he stutters, his thrusts faltering, “filthy fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?”

Your response is a soft hum and the gentlest shake of your head you can manage.

Defiance, clear as day.

His hand grips into the hair at the base of your scalp and tugs, holding you tight as he suddenly pulls his hips back, “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he instructs with a raspy tone, hastily prying your mouth open with his fingers as he slides his cock over your tongue, his brow furrowed at he tugged at his cock with a harsh rhythm, white knuckling the way he’s gripped himself before he’s spilling his warm spend over your tongue, opaque liquid filling your mouth and spurting over your lips, his strangled groan caught in his throat as he comes.

“That’s right,” he seethes, his hand pressing under your chin to shut your mouth, cheeks squished together as he kneels to your level, eyes following his movements with measured anticipation, “greedy girl. Swallow it.”

At this angle it was painful, blinking rapidly as you swallowed, his hands unrelenting in their pressure until he’s satisfied, letting you go carelessly as you slump forward, bound hands pressing into the floor to catch yourself. His thumb presses against the skin of your cheek and smoothes the mess he’s left there, dragging his spit-slicked fingers over your jaw, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, voice still rough with lust as he leans closer, “you’re a fuckin’ mess.”

You give him a lazy glare from beneath your lashes, dazed but still sharp enough to form a coherent thought, “You’re such an asshole,” Your voice is hoarse and barely audible through the evident strain of your throat, but you manage to get it out in spite of yourself.

A jab, empty with meaning, but it makes Joel smile.

“Well, I ain’t done with ‘ya,” Joel antagonizing, “think you can just make yourself at home when I’m gone, I think that deserves some punishment,”

The element of surprises is what does you in, a sudden tug forward.

There’s a tightness at your wrists as he finally reaches for the knot binding them together, rough and calloused hands skimming over your skin and sending pinpricks up your arms. The fabric loosens with his handiwork, blood rushing back into numb fingers as he bunches the makeshift binding into his hand and uses his freehand to grip your bicep, tugging you until you’re falling against the floor, gasping at the impact.

Joel seems to hesitate at that, his touch suddenly softer. You can’t see his face, but the reassurance you give him is instant.

“Green, green,” you rush out to ground him back in the present.

It does the trick, it seems.

You’re on your stomach and you can feel the press of denim at the back of your thighs as he corrals you in, arms dragging down to your elbows until he can push them up and around the leg of his bed, watching with wide eyes as he binds your wrists again, though looser, around the wood.

“Can’t have you runnin’ away before I get a taste,” Joel says from behind, hearing the faint ruffle of fabric before his shirt hits the bed, his hands curling around your hips to pull you up, ass propped up for him to feast.

And he does, hands squeezing into your cheeks as he spreads you open, moaning out lewdly as his tongue licks greedily between your folds. He works you open this way, laps of his tongue reaching inside of you as he groans against your wet heat. Your fingers dig into your palm, biting at the flesh as you suppress a shaky cry, feeling the curl of desperation low in your belly and already threatening to unravel.

It’s sickening how easily he can bring you to this point of pliancy, even when you were so eagerly trying to resists, “Please,” you cry, “I can’t—please,”

“Say it,” he encourages once, reminding you that there was always control, but without the indication, he wasn’t going to let up.

You shake your head in defiance, “Fuck you,” you spit.

It doesn’t take long, either. 

Joel chuckles because he knows you well enough to read the rhythm of your breathing, the shallow way your stomach shudders when you’re getting close. You feel every inch of him, skin and warmth and breath until it’s building and—

“Fuck!” A choked off cry as your head falls forward, body vibrating against the wood.

“Oh I know you got more than that in ya,” he taunts from between your thighs, the heat of his words sending another shock through you, more ruffling of fabric before his cock is heavy against the back of your thigh, hands kneading into supple flesh as he rubs the head through your folds before spearing inside of you with one sharp movement, and he sighs, “there she is.”

You let out a weak gasp, your body stretching around the thickness of him, searing heat and pressure making your mind go deliciously blank. You can barely catch your breath; he knocks it out of you with every forceful thrust, drowns you in the sound of skin slapping against skin.

The filthy wet noises that fill the space between gasping moans.

It’s relentless, primal. 

He's everywhere, all at once, until there's nothing left but—

Joel. Joel. Joel.

“You’d let me do damn near anything to ‘ya,” he taunts, “helpless little girl without me, ain’t that right? Go on, tell me to stop.”

You whimper as his hand strikes your ass, demanding an answer.

He practically growls with insatiable hunger, the sound rumbling from his chest as he thrusts into you without restraint, “Speak when you’re spoken, too,” he bites, “open that fuckin’ mouth.”

“No—no," you sob, barely coherent.

“See?” he grunts as his hand slides around you to grip the base of your throat, tilting your head up and holding you against him while his cock hits devastating inside of you, silently undoing the bindings as he pulls you back against his chest, “Knew you could do it.”

It’s too much, the striking, brutal pleasure threatening to suffocate you. 

You feel so immeasurably full of him and still—he’s not letting up.

Joel’s breath is ragged in your ear, sweat-slicked chest against your back. He presses against that spot inside of you with his cock and your vision goes white-hot. The sound that rips out of you is undeniable, pure pleasure.

“Shit,” he curses, “this all you needed? Huh? Me fuckin’ you like I own you?”

His fingers are still around your neck, tightening, and you can only sob in agreement as everything unwinds inside of you. His grip drives you against him, faster, harder, each push a little more desperate as he chases you into the crest of your second orgasm with his fingers drifting over your clit, the touch enough to end you on the spot.

“Gonna make me come again,” he warns roughly, unable to hide the strain in his voice.

Your whole body clenches around him at the promise and he lets out a weak grunt.

“Fuck,” he snarls, “come on, babygirl—do it. Do it for me.”

You’re too far gone to do anything but comply.

The pleasure explodes in your core as his thumb works like magic against you. He feels impossibly deep, and you cry out one last time as everything snaps and sends you over the edge.

Inside of you, Joel lets out a vicious growl as your body milks him for all he has to offer, his hips driving into you with punishing force while he spills hot into your cunt.

Eventually, his pace slows.

His grip on your throat gentles and he pulls out before collapsing next to you, breathless and heaving. He doesn't even bother making it to the bad, arm tucking under his head as you slump against his chest.

“Goddamn,” Joel mutters, the facade fading immediately, heaving through ragged gasps, dragging you into him, “c’mere, baby.”

Your smile is obvious, giddy—Joel can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“I think you enjoyed that a little too much,” Joel tells you, “s’good—we okay?”

“Peachy,” you reply without hesitation, taking note of his insistent touch, much gentler than a few minutes ago, “are you okay?”

“A little worried,” he admits, “didn’t know if I was bein’ too rough with you.”

“I would have told you,” you tell him honestly, pressing a kiss to his stomach from where you rest, before you playfully add, “and if we’re being honest—next time, don’t go so easy on me."

The look Joel gives you is hot—red hot; like a fire.

Joel nods dutifully, beckoning you upwards, “Ain’t nobody gonna touch you but me,” he promises, drawing your face up to his, “and I’m gonna make damn sure you won’t ever want ‘em to.”

As if there was anyone comparable to Joel.

Your soft grin told him all he needed to know.

There wasn’t.

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socials, etc. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ao3 ☆ insta ☆ kofi mdni, my entire blog is 18+ please read all tags and warnings, dddne fics are tagged accordingly follow @lincolndjarinnotifs for fic updates

navigation :

I - series, completed & ongoing

II - one off's

III - drabbles

I - series (in order of release)

Best Kept Secret [ completed series ] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 195k words

bodyguard!Din Djarin x princess!reader

summary : Married off to a prince on a planet that you hate? New husband doesn't know you, and doesn't want to know you? New husband gifts you a personal Mandalorian body guard as a wedding present? Mandalorian is a wiseass who won't leave you alone? Lucky you.

tags: : enemies to friends to lovers, arranged marriage, forbidden love, smut, angst, canon-typical violence, eventual happy ending

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Oh Honey [ completed series] .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 56k words

monster!Joel Miller x mortician!reader

summary : you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

tags: : horror/mystery, angst, monster fucker, soulmates au, graphic descriptions of violence, body horror, gore

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Bewitched [ coming soon ]

Din Djarin x witch!reader

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Every Now and Then [ HIATUS]

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary : Joel Miller destroyed you. He loved you, then he left, leaving you in the New York City, QZ. But he's a good southern gentleman, so of course he didn't leave you without a reminder of the time you spent together. Four years later you're living in Jackson, in a lovely little ranch house. (With your reminder.) The last person you want to see is Joel Miller, unfortunately you've never been particularly lucky.

tags: : angst, toxic relationships, unplanned pregnancy, possessive behavior, healing, extremely complicated relationships

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Sparrow's Spectacles [ ongoing anthology ]

summary : a series of horror one shots based around different pedro characters. be warned, the dead doves are going to be remarkably inedible. installments will be tagged accordingly, all stories will be 18+ and dddne.

tags: : dead dove do not eat, horror, dub/noncon

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II - one off's (in order alphabetically)

A Little Mishap [francisco morales x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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Bound in Beskar [din djarin x f!reader]

tags : armorer!mando, dom/sub vibes, pwp, blacksmith bondage

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Constructive Criticisms [javier peña x f!reader]

tags : virginity loss, fluff, mutual masturbation

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the Dragonfly & the Moon [joel miller x f!witch!reader]

tags : ritualistic sex, knife play, blood

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More & More & More [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, bondage

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My Sister Lives in the Attic [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : grief, angst, child loss

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My Way [oberyn martell x wife!reader]

tags : married fluff, pegging

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Not So Secret Santa [javier peña x f!coworker!reader]

tags : enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, christmas

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Pretty in Pink [joel miller x f!reader]

tags : fluff, breeding kink, lingerie

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Ride Cowgirl! [jack daniels x f!reader]

tags : unprotected sex, bondage

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Sweet Boy [din djarin x gn!reader]

tags : sub!din, pegging

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the Thing That Gives [ezra x f!reader]

tags : dead dove do not eat, noncon, tentacles

III - drabbles (under 1k words)

sub!din x f!reader

dieter bravo x f!reader

comandante veracruz x f!reader

[enbyfrogwrites]

you're so needy, baby pt. 2

so! y'all voted for the content of pt 2. I hope y'all enjoy, again mdni and everything is under the cut <3.

tags: dead dove do not eat, mommy kink, sub!choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mix coded but there's nothing pertaining to race outwardly, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, needy!choso, dom!gn!reader, reader is FAT not chubby or curvy, squirting, 18+; i don't go into details of what reader has, but reader is afab!coded but no outward description of their bottom half. Additionally, no use of y/n, unprotected sex

i'm trying my best, my physical and mental health went down the drain so i'm sorry that it took literal months to even begin this. there's going to be spelling and grammar errors cuz i'm just one person and that's just how it goes. please send me asks of yummy content. i think im gonna make this sub characters blog lmao

thanks for reading <3

word count: ~1.8k

You look back at Choso, his face wet as he pathetically whimpers a combination of pleas and 'Mommy'. You've been playing your game for a while. You haven't checked the time yet, but you figured it was close to an hour since you actually started playing.

"M-Mommy-" Choso huffed hotly into the nape of your neck. "Has it been an hour yet?" His voice was so whiney, the tail end of his question ended in a higher pitch. You chuckle as you felt your boyfriend nuzzled his tear-stained face in between your neck and the soft meat of your shoulder. The sensation caused you to shiver slightly, in turn making Choso groan loudly as you felt his still hard cock twitch inside of you.

"I don't know, baby. I have to check." You answered truthfully, your hand reaching up and ruffled your boyfriend's fine hair. Choso leans into the touch, letting out a small noise. You paused your game and grabbed your phone which sat next to your desktop. You swiftly tap your screen as you bring the device to your face. As you looked at the time, you felt your cute boyfriend grab at your apron belly, squeezing tightly in need, but not enough to physically hurt you.

You notice you have ten more minutes left before it would be a full hour...but you were in between quests in your game. Not only that...but your boyfriend was being such a good boy too...ah, fuck it.

"Yeah, baby." You coo as you take your headphones off and set them in front of you. "Are you ready for Mommy's reward?"

"Please, please!" Choso cried softly into your plump shoulder, his hands skirting up your stomach so he can wrap his arms around your waist. "Mommy, it hurts. Have I been a good boy?"

Your boyfriend squeezes you tightly, whining and sniffling pathetically. You again reach over your shoulder to pat his head lovingly before placing both of your hands on your desk for better leverage. You propel the desk chair backwards, pushing off your desk just enough for you and Choso to get up, not to fling yourself across the room.

"C'mon, Pookie;" You turn your head to look at Choso's beautiful dark violet eyes. "Let's take this to the bed, Okay? Mommy wants you to lay on the bed for them." You slowly pull yourself off his length, making your boyfriend gasp as your wet hole left his aching cock. His cock was slick and shiny from your hole, glistening in the natural lighting in your bedroom. Gods, his cock was beautiful, the head leaked profusely and was a glorious shade between dusty pink and scarlet red. Choso's cock twitched temptingly from the sudden temperature difference. The shaft was just so thick and veiny, and absolutely delectable to look at.

You look up and noticed how wrecked Choso truly was. The shorter front pieces his hair was plastered to this forehead. Your boyfriend's cheeks were so flushed that it somehow made the mark on his nose stand out even more. When you make eye contact with the poor half-curse, his dark circles were more pronounced from how much he was crying and begging. The blush from his cheeks traveled all the way down his neck to just a bit under collar bone that peaked from his V-neck.

You gestured to the bed next to your desk with your hand before gently leaning down to lick your way into Choso's mouth. The mewl that left his mouth as you caressed his tongue lovingly with your own was delicious. You pull away and made the short distance to the bed. You plop down on the edge of it and stared at your boyfriend expectantly as you patted your shared bed.

Choso scrambled off your desk chair, his feet shuffling swiftly and softly across the hardwood floor. He climbed dutifully on the bed and went to the center of the mattress where you patted.

"Scoot up for, Mommy please. Mommy wants their good boy's back on the headboard, can you do that?"

Choso nodded eagerly, his hands pushing the majority of his body weight so he can maneuver to how you wanted him positioned. You move up with him and made sure to tuck a couple of pillows behind him in preparation for his...reward. In addition, you slide your chubby fingers under his V-neck and pulled the fabric off his chiseled abdomen and carefully made sure that it didn't snag on any of his piercings on the way up.

"Mommy, please." Choso choked out, his right hand sneaking past your heated core to grip his cock. Really it's been only a few minutes, but the tone of his voice and desperation in your boyfriend's eyes made it seem it's been like a million years. You giggled as you gently pried his hand off his leaking cock, giving a small peck on his cheek in compensation.

"Relax for me, baby."

You palm your boyfriend's cock with one hand, starting from the base and leave fleeting touches across his tip with your fingertips. You repeat this motion a couple times, making Choso squirm and gasp loudly at the sensation. On the downwards stoke, you continue further down and cupped Choso's balls and gently massaged them. You pull a few more moans and whimpers from him before letting go completely.

You turn yourself around and backed your ass up enough, so your boyfriend's cock lined perfectly with your sopping hole. You hold your breath as you grip his cock and began to sink down on to it. Gods, he was just in you, and he still felt so damned big. You wait a moment after Choso bottoms out to catch your breath before to turning partially around to face the half-curse.

"Let Mommy do all the work, okay? You can cum in Mommy's hole whenever. You were such a good boy today, Cho!"

Choso's only response was a meek 'please, Mommy' followed by a shuttered breath. His pupils were blown wide, his beautiful violet irises almost swallowed whole as he made eye contact with you. You gave him a lopsided smile before facing forward so you can grab at the bed between Choso's thighs.

"My thighs, Mommy!" A pause as you whip your head back towards the half-curse. "I want to feel you grip my thighs as you fuck yourself on my cock, Mommy."

You face heated up immediately. You felt yourself get even more wet on his cock before hurriedly turning back around in slight embarrassment. You go to do what your boyfriend requested of you, but you felt him yank on your t-shirt.

"I love seeing all of you, baby. It's not fair if I'm the only one naked." Choso's tone was between husky and needy.

A twinge of self-consciousness peaked in your head at the thought of riding you boyfriend with all of you exposed. You apron belly, your back rolls, and your stretch marks would be on complete display. But just as those thoughts came into your head, they vanished when you felt Choso sit up more just to grab at your fat stomach.

"Please, baby? I love you. All of you."

You felt your body relax- you didn't even know it tensed up in the first place quite frankly. Warmth blossomed throughout your chest as the love and comfort radiated from Choso. You nodded your head and swiftly pulled off your shirt. You didn't wear a binder or a bra today, so you felt your nipples pebble immediately in the open air.

Fuck, you loved Choso so damned much.

"I love you, too. Lean back so Mommy can take care of you." You twist your head enough so you can watch him obey you before you faced forward again.

You gripped Choso's thighs as you lifted your hips up and slammed them down again. Choso made a choked sound behind you, making you smile at the noise before repeating the motion again. You began to rock your hips at the end, making your boyfriend hit deep inside you. Helpless, you yelp in pleasure as you do it again. Small 'ah ah ah's kept being punched from Choso's lips as you sit fully on him again.

"Fuck, baby, meet me halfway?" You groan the question out as you grind your core on the half-curse's pelvis.

"Yeah, Mama," Choso didn't even hesitate before grabbing your plump hips as leverage to thrust up into you.

You both moan when you meet perfectly in the middle. The skin-on-skin slapping echoed loudly throughout the room, which surprisingly wasn't half as loud as Choso's cries of 'mommy' and his high-pitched keens.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy-" the noise Choso let out following the last plea was between a choked sob and a frustrated whine. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Puh-lease." You twist your head to look behind you and noticed your boyfriend was only using one hand on your hips as he gripped on to his hair with his other hand...in desperation.

You were close too- fuck. Your legs were getting tired, but you weren't going to stop now especially if your boyfriend looked like that. Gripping his thighs even tighter- he's definitely going to have bruises tomorrow- you push yourself even further. Your hips came down harshly and unrelenting. You purposely kept grinding your core on every down stroke to bring yourself closer to orgasming.

"Cumming, Mommy!" Choso keened, he learned forward and grabbed your fat stomach, as he held your hips still to pump his hot seed into your sloppy hole. You felt his cock twitch inside your gummy walls, and you quickly reached between your legs to rub yourself furiously.

It didn't take much, a couple of swipes of your chubby fingers on your nub and the dam broke. A small cry left your lips as you felt a small distant feeling of being...more wet than usual when cumming this time around.

You rested on your haunches as you tried to catch your breath. Unconsciously you rubbed at the now red fingerprints blossoming on Choso's thighs. Speaking of him you felt the half-curse lovingly rub your stomach as he nuzzled his face into the plush middle of your back.

You then felt Choso began to shake uncontrollably, and you began to worry. Just as you tried to turn around, you felt Choso smile into your back, and you noticed that he was fucking...laughing?

"Look down, baby." Choso giggled.

You do as you were requested and look down. To your horror your sheets were soaked.

"Holy fuck! Did I really squirt?" You also noticed that your boyfriend's cock and balls were sopping.

"And here you were trying to play your game, but you wouldn't have done this if you did, Mommy."

[milla-frenchy]

Deja vu

2k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: after a bad experience with a former boyfriend, you meet Joel who makes you trust him fully in the bedroom Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dead dove - dark - noncon Footjob and jerking off in public (restaurant), drug added to alcohol without reader's knowledge, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, dirty talk, degradation, ass play, rimming, ignored safe word, anal, manipulation, lies, creampie, forced orgasm No age specified, no outbreak a/n: Thank you @romana-after-dark for this dead dove december 🤌 Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for correcting me, and for the depraved ideas on this one, again 😏💕🫂 Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. This fic isn't for everyone, and that's ok. I don't condone any of this. Follow @millafics and turn notifications on for fics updates

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You and Joel have been seeing each other for a few weeks. You met during Thanksgiving at the Adlers’, his neighbors, who were your distant relatives. You exchanged phone numbers, and he called you back a few days later. He was charming, magnificent, polite, and gallant.

And great in bed. He proved it to you orgasm after orgasm, whether with his tongue, his fingers or his cock. He was generous and attentive to your pleasure, before his own. It was like you had found the perfect person, sexually. 

You talked a lot about your desires, your fantasies, you discussed them before realizing them, and you had put in place a safe word. In a few weeks, you were more confident with him than you had ever been with any other man, and this complicity, this closeness, made you want to give him more and more.

A few rare practices had been put aside, whether categorically, or “perhaps one day”. One of those “perhaps” was anal. You had a bad experience in the past, a former boyfriend who was too pushy, to whom you hadn't been able to say no, who hadn't taken your discomfort into account, and until now you had never wanted to try again.

You had talked to Joel about this experience and he had been understanding, as usual. He had reassured you by telling you that if you ever did it, it would be when you were completely confident.

He had introduced you to rimming, and you loved it so much that since then he did it regularly. You also realized that you took even more pleasure when he pressed one of his fingers against your ass while he fucked you, or even when he pushed one of them lightly in it.

Once, he brushed his cock against your ring, and it turned you on. He asked you if you felt ready to try, and you answered yes, because you really thought so. He had prepared you, eating your ass for a long time, and the moment he squeezed his cock and started thrusting in, you got scared. You thought about this previous experience and used your safe word. He had stopped immediately, caressing your cheek, and thrusting slowly in your pussy, whispering in your ear that it was ok, that your pussy was enough for him, felt so good and gave him so much pleasure.

He had been so understanding and gentle that since then he had eaten your ass again, touched it, and you still loved it just as much, without apprehension. You told yourself that one day this blockage would go away, and you’d be capable of more.

One evening, you went out to a restaurant and during the meal you thought about one of his fantasies: a footjob. You took off your shoe and moved your foot up his calf, before placing it on his knee.

He smiled and said “what are you doin’, sweetheart?”

You smiled innocently at him, sliding your foot along the inside of his thigh, before coming to place it delicately against his already swollen crotch. You heard him groan from across the table, and you smiled again, a little less innocently this time.

You stroked his cock through his pants and he passed his hand under the table, placing it on your ankle, accompanying your movement.

“You’re a naughty girl, baby… taking advantage of me in a public place, when I can't do anything.”

“Oh, that’s a shame, Mr. Miller,” you replied, drinking your cocktail through a straw. He looked down at your lips and you saw his Adam's apple contract with difficulty.

He moved his hand under your ankle and lifted your foot slightly, while he unzipped his pants with his other hand, and pulled out his cock.

He had rested your foot on it, and you felt his skin under your sole. You stroked his cock, and all you could think about was making him cum, right in the middle of this restaurant. So you dropped your other heel, and your foot came to join the first, grabbing his cock in between. Slowly, you began jerking him, his eyes fixed on you. You said softly and slowly so that he could read your lips “come for me”. But you didn't have time to make him cum with just your feet without the risk of attracting attention, so he released your ankle and grabbed his cock, starting to jerk off while your feet continued to move slightly up and down his shaft.

He sped up the movement of his wrist and you placed one of your feet slightly lower, on his balls. Just before he came, he held your feet against him, preventing you from removing them. His jaw clenched so hard that you couldn't help but smile, as you felt his cum leak onto your skin.

In the car on the way to Joel's, he patted your knee as you were driving. You looked at him and asked “so… did you like it?” smiling mischievously.

“You, little brat, made me cum like a teenage boy.”

“Yeah you came soooo quickly… my feet still remember it.”

He laughed and said “it was perfect, sweetheart. But I’ll make up for it soon.”

“Oh really? And what do you have planned?”

“You’ll know soon enough.” You looked at him, his charming smile made you fall for him, and you stepped on the accelerator to get to his house a little faster.

Once the front door closed behind you, Joel grabbed you and pulled you against him, gripping your ass with both hands.

“Mmmm you smell so good” he said, his nose buried in your neck.

You put your arms around his shoulders, and you felt the shivers run through your body. You loved feeling his torso against you, surrounded by his arms, him leaning slightly towards you.

“Go wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll be there in 2 minutes while I bring us something to drink.”

You sat down on the bed and a few seconds later he arrived with two glasses of champagne. He handed one to you and took a few sips. You did the same, enjoying what you recognized as your favorite champagne while your eyes were fixed on each other.

You told him to take off his clothes, and you watched him do so, crossing your legs and taking another sip of champagne. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, undid his belt and slid it down his waist then let it fall to the floor. He paused and you nodded, mentioning him to continue. He unzipped his jeans and grabbed his bulge with one hand, stroking himself through the fabric.

“Why don’t you finish that glass of champagne, baby, so you can slip your fingers into your panties?”

You smiled, finished your glass and placed it on the floor, pulled your dress up to your waist, before spreading your thighs and slipping your hand into your panties, reaching your already soaked pussy.

“Go ahead baby, stroke your clit.”

You moved your wet finger up to your clit and gently swirled it over it, and said “take your cock out, Joel. I wanna see you jerking off.”

He pulled his pants and boxers down to mid-thighs, and his cock pointed upwards. He spat in his hand and started jacking off, his gaze moving from your panties to your eyes.

“Take your panties off now, I wanna see your pussy dripping for me.”

You took them off and he added “let me see her, sweetheart.”

You spread your legs wide, and pushed your index and middle fingers into your pussy again, before running your index finger over your clit. You groaned from the shivers you felt and leaned your head back.

“Fuck, I wanna taste you,” he said, removing his clothes completely. You removed your dress and bra, and climbed back up to the top of the bed. He lay down between your legs, his forearms surrounding your thighs. He lapped you from your wet hole all the way to your clit.

“So wet for me, baby.”

He pushed two fingers into your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit to suck on it. His tongue came rolling over your clit.

“You taste so good”, he said. He looked down at his fingers digging into your pussy.

“I love the way you look when I fuck you with my fingers.”

“Fuck, Joel…”

You grabbed your breasts in your hands and bit your lip, just as his tongue caressed your clit again. He took his fingers out and spread your folds with his thumbs, watching your wetness trickle down to your ass.

“Can I eat your ass, sweetheart? I just… I wanna feel it under my tongue. You know how I love it.”

You looked at him and nodded.

“Answer me, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”

“Yes Joel, do it. I want it.”

“Tell me the safe word, baby.”

“It’s purple.”

"Good. If you want to stop, you say so. And I’ll stop immediately. You trust me?”

“Fully, Joel.”

He looked down at your pussy, its folds still spread with his thumbs. He pushed his tongue inside and fucked you with it, one thumb now rubbing lightly over your clit. You spread your thighs as far as you could, your hands resting on his head. The tip of his tongue trailed down to your ass, pressing against that tight ring. He softened it, going up to your pussy a few times while his thumb continued to caress your clit.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love it so much. So much.”

He pressed his tongue against your ass again, which was beginning to open. The tip entered it and you loved that feeling. You trusted Joel, and your body was much more relaxed with him than with the other men you had known. You knew he wouldn't force it, that he was attentive to you, and your mind allowed your body to relax.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Joel, I love it.”

He licked from your ass to your clit, and pushed two fingers into your pussy again.

“You’re gonna cum for me, sweetheart? You’re gonna let this little pussy scream for me?”

“Y… Yes. Come suck my clit, please. Make me cum.”

He placed his tongue on your clit, and pushed the third finger into your pussy. As he swirled your clit under his tongue, he pulled the ring finger out and slid it to your tight hole, pressing on it lightly. His finger went in easily, and the sensations felt in three places simultaneously made you cum on his tongue.

He accompanied you with his tongue and fingers until your moaning stopped, your fingers gradually releasing their pressure in his hair. He knelt down for a few moments and said “you’re so beautiful all spread out like this…I’m gonna fuck you now.”

He moved up to your face and kissed you. You loved feeling your taste on his tongue. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, then put his hand on your pussy, and fingered you again.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet for me. You want my cock, baby?”

You didn't answer him right away, you felt a little weird. As if slightly feverish.

“Baby?”

“Yes, sorry… I felt a little strange but it’s alright now…”

“Did you have such a good orgasm, sweetheart?” he asked you, laughing.

You smiled, before responding “yeah… fuck me Joel, please.”

He took his cock in his hand, pressed it against your entrance and thrusted in with one slow movement.

“Oh god, Joel… it’s so good.”

“Yeah…This tight pussy couldn’t wait anymore to get fucked, didn’t she?”

“Mmmm yeah…” you replied, and he pulled his pelvis back before thrusting in again, still slowly. Your pussy was gradually getting used to his size, and you put your legs around his waist so he could thrust deeper.

“You feel so good, sweetheart”, he said, setting a faster pace, and your fingers dug into his shoulders every time he bottomed out.

He stopped after a few minutes, and said “on all fours, baby.” You turned around and the feeling came over you again.

“I feel a little weird again…”

“It must be the champagne. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

He grabbed your hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and thrusted into you. Something was wrong. You saw everything through a layer of fog, but the pleasure you felt taking his cock was too great to stop. 

“That’s so good, baby. You take my cock so well.”

You moaned, and he said “I’m gonna play with your ass a little bit. OK, baby? You know how you cum harder, when my thumb is buried in your ass.”

"Yeah….I do."

He dropped his saliva on your ass, and his thumb came to rest, before quickly digging in. He held it down, as he now fucked you harder. You were having trouble thinking. You felt that you were experiencing pleasure, but the realization of no longer managing the sensation made you uncomfortable.

“Joel? I really don’t feel good.”

“It’s ok baby… Just a little bit more, okay?”

“Okay…” you replied, but without really being aware of what you were saying. You struggled to stay on your hands, and you bent your elbows to rest on your forearms.

“Yeah? Wanna feel me deeper? Such a good slut for me.”

He groaned, thrusting deep into you, his thumb still in your ass, feeling that you were more and more absent from what was happening.

“Wait for me, sweetheart, I’ll be right back.”

He got up from the bed and you could barely make out what was happening.

“Joel…”

“I’m here, baby.”

He came back to kneel behind you and you vaguely heard the sound of a bottle opening. You felt like sometimes you were falling asleep, unable to stop your eyes from closing.

“Joel?”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

You felt his fingers on you, behind, but with such a vague impression that you couldn't formalize what he was doing. His cock pressed against you again but the feeling was different. And he pushed.

“Joel, what…what are you doing?”

“What do you mean? I’m fucking your pussy baby… fuck… I’m just… Oh shit… that’s good.”

“No, Joel, stop it please. I feel really weird.”

“Shhh. It’s ok. Keep takin’ my cock like that… Fuck.”

“No, Joel… Pur… purple!”

You heard him growl, and he didn’t stop. Why didn’t he stop?

You felt him pushed all the way in. But it wasn’t in your pussy, despite what he told you. The feeling was too different. You tried to concentrate, to understand what was happening. He pulled back, then sank in harder, and pain shot through your body. His movements sped up and he said “fuck yeah! Just a little harder. Fuck, that’s good.”

“Stop… stop please, you’re hurting me…” you said in such a low voice as your mind and body were drained of all energy, unable to rebel or defend yourself mentally or physically.

“I know. Shut up now. Let me fuck that ass.”

You could no longer stand on your limbs and you fell flat on the bed. He lay on top of you and continued to pound you. His mouth against your ear, he whispered “I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck this ass. Shit… way too long, you have no idea.”

He kept thrusting while you moaned.

“Now you’re takin’ it like a good girl. Like a fuckin’ whore. Oh fuck, that’s good, that hole is so tight. You squeeze my cock so well. Your pussy’s good but fuck… this ass?”

He growled, and your mind drifted further and further away.

"You like that? I bet you do. You can finally get your little slut’s ass fucked.”

He groweld and added “fuck I’m gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my cum in your tight ass, fuck!”

He came inside you, as you moaned under his movements. He pulled out, and spread your ass cheeks to look at your open ass dripping with his cum. He grabbed you to flip you onto your back and spread your legs, coming to lick your pussy.

“ ’m gonna make you come again.”

He ran his tongue from your pussy to your ass, licking up his spend.

“Can’t leave you with this cum leaking out of your ass, can I?”

You moaned, your body responding to his tongue. You no longer had any awareness of what was happening, you felt no pain. Just the pleasure building. And you kept moaning, feeling uncomfortable but not knowing why.

“Just let it happen, baby. Cum for me.”

You came, while he told you that you were a good little slut, always cumming for him when he wanted you to, and now ready to get fucked in all your holes by his big cock.

In the morning, you woke up when Joel was still asleep, turned towards you. You had a terrible headache. You got up to go take some painkillers and came back to bed. Joel woke up when you lay down.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I have a headache, and just vague memories of last night, after the restaurant. It’s so strange."

"You don’t remember? I guess the champagne hit too hard. Don’t worry about it”, he replied.

“No, I really don’t. That’s so weird.”

“It’s ok, baby, you're probably just a little tired”, he added, kissing your forehead.

You held yourself against him, waiting for the headache to dissipate.

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⋆ Softpascalitos Masterlist ⋆

This is a regularly updated masterlist of all my works, posted on tumblr + ao3! They're sorted by character with warnings/tags, please still read the full descriptions before reading! My entire blog is 18+ / MDNI.

⭐ - my personal favorites ⛓️ - smut 🍂 - hurt/comfort 💌 - fluff

i write for: javier peña, pedro pascal, agent ortega, joel miller, oberyn martell, marcus acacius, dieter bravo, silva, frankie morales, din djarin, agent whiskey, javi g, tim rockford, marcus acacius, Renaldo (SNL Skit)

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Summary: You are back from college for the summer and your family happens to throw the annual Fourth of July Barbecue for your street. Your next-door neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller is invited—and you decide to wear a bold outfit. It definitely catches his attention. Tags: Smut, DBF!Joel, Age Difference, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk

Kinktober - Nonsexual Ageplay - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌 [2k]

Summary: When Joel brings back a book on trauma from patrol, something catches your eye. Having had too much of your childhood taken away by the outbreak, you find a way to get some of it back. Aka a soft Joel Miller making his partner feel safe enough to try nonsexual ageplay. Tags: SFW, Past Trauma, Age Difference, Nonsexual Ageplay

Kinktober - Wax Play - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [1.9k]

Summary: Joel and you are paired up for patrol. There are a lot of things unsaid, a snowstorm rolling in and some candles. Go figure (or go read i guess).Tags: Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Snowed in

Kinktober - Somnophilia - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [2k]

Summary: In 2003, Joel Miller is busy with dishes, paperwork and raising a child, leaving little time for his relationship. When he gets restless and sneaks over to her house, finding his girl asleep, he remembers a conversation they had about consent. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Explicit Consent, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Aftercare, Crempie, Pre-Outbreak

Kinktober - Playing with hair - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂💌 [1k]

Summary: Joel works in construction in Jackson. During his lunch breaks, he always comes home to you. When you notice a talent of his you hadn't known about, he opens up about the past. Tags: Jackson Era, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Joel play guitar, Good Parent Joel

Kinktober - Massaging - Tumblr / AO3 🍂 [2.2k]

Summary: When Joel comes home after a long day of work, you crave nothing more than him. Until you're both reminded of his age. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Age difference, Massage, Kissing, Healthy relationships

Kinktober - Familiar Scents - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [2.4k]

Summary: Over the span of many years, Joel Millers scent always stays the same. It starts when he takes you for a hike before the Outbreak- and continues for long after. Tags: Friends to lovers, Age difference, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Fingering, P in V Sex

Kinktober - Tooth Brushing - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂 [2.4k]

Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it. Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Protective Joel, Survivors Guilt

Kinktober - Crossdressing - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌 [2k]

Summary: Joel Miller has been wanting to try a different piece of clothing for a long time. It's not until you that he feels supported enough to do so. Turns out, you both really fucking like it.Tags: Smut, Fluff, Insecurity, Soft Joel, Slight Mommy Kink, Jackson Era, Sub Joel Miller

Kinktober - (Public) Help with button - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [2.4k]

Summary: What happens in a dimly lit corner on the lap of Joel Miller at the town dance, stays at the town dance. Almost. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Teasing, Established Relationship, Age difference, Jackson Era

Kinktober - Daddy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [2.6k]

Summary: Joel has been noticing a few things about your relationship that make him wonder about your feelings regarding your father. As you open up about your issues, he's sweet, supportive and makes you feel better in the way only he can. Tags: 2003!Joel Miller, Pre-Outbreak, Smut, Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Crying, Fingering, Cock Warming, P in V Sex, Secret Relationship

Kinktober - Free Use - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.9k]

Summary: Joel comes home urgently needing some relief. Its a good thing youre there- and the first time Joel makes use of an ... interesting agreement. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Free Use, Rough Sex, Light Dom/Sub, Dirty Talk, Angry Sex, Shower Sex, Baking, Female Reader, Established relationship

Snowy Surprise - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌 [2.2k]

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex

Here cums Santa Claus - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌 [1.8k]

Summary: Jackson needs a Santa Claus - and Joel is the perfect fit. Getting to have you on his lap is just a bonus. Aka the one where Joel is dressed up as Santa Claus and you get to ride him. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Fluff, Soft Joel, Established Relationship, Fingering, Dirty Talk, P in V Sex, Costume Kink, Riding, Creampie

✮⋆˙ Silva ˙⋆✮

Kinktober - Armpit + Orgasm Denial - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.6k]

Summary: When Silva comes home after a long day on the ranch, he smells amazing. He also distracts you from cooking in a quite special way. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Sweat, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, P in V Sex

Kinktober - Dancing together - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂 [1.4k]

Summary: When a particularly hard rain hits your little ranch, so does the sadness. Luckily Silva is there to make it better.(This fills a few gaps in Silvas life in a way that ties in with the movie.) Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Parent Silva, Romance, Kissing in the rain, Slow dancing

✮⋆˙ Oberyn Martell ˙⋆✮

Kinktober - Collaring - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [2k]

Summary: Oberyn gets you a special present, one that both of you will enjoy. But things dont always go as planned. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Safeword Use, Hurt/Comfort

Kinktober - Breeding - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂 [2k]

Summary: Oberyn and her have been trying for a baby to no avail. Ever the loving viper, he comes up with an idea. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Breeding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink

Kinktober - Threesome - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [4.5k]

Summary: You are in charge of serving wine to the dornish folk at the kings wedding. A couple catches your eye and it may not be as one-sided as you thought at first. Aka the steaming hot threesome with Oberyn and Ellaria we all need. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Creampie, Threesome (FFM), Servant Reader, Aftercare, Porn with Plot

Kinktober - Washing hair - Tumblr / AO3 🍂 [1.7k]

Summary: A few weeks after you and Oberyn begin to try conceiving and days before he leaves for Kings Landing, he finds you cooling down in the baths during a hot day. Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mild Smut, Bathing/Washing, Pregnancy, Established Relationship

Kinktober - Pregnancy - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [1.4k]

Summary: Oberyn has been more cautious around her now that the due date is near. He has to realize it's not what she wants. And who can deny the wishes of a pregnant woman? Tags: Smut, Pregnancy Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Female Reader

✮⋆˙ Jack Daniels ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Eighteen - Spanking + Whipping - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️ [2.2k]

Summary: When you mess up during a mission, Jack doesn't want to have to report his own girlfriend. Since he is your higher-up, you work out an agreement- a punishment by Whiskey himself. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Spanking, Whipping, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Crying, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones

Kinktober Day Twentythree - Deepthroating + Facesitting - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.9k]

Summary: You've never deepthroated anyone in your life- but you're eager to make your man feel as good as possible. You receive a proper thank you as well. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Facesitting, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Established Relationship

✮⋆˙ Pedro Pascal ˙⋆✮

Here with me - Tumblr / AO3 🍂💌 [1.2k]

Summary: During his time in Morrocco, Pedro finds himself in need of reassurance. You are happy to help. Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecurities, Age Difference

I'll look after you - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐🍂💌 [2k]

Summary: Pedro is sick (but of course he doesn't admit it). You look after him. Hurt/Comfort (but the twist is that you're the one doing the comforting). Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Emotional, Established Relationship

✮⋆˙ Agent Ortega ˙⋆✮

Agents don't have favorites - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [2.6k]

Summary: Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace, but finds the woman tending to the horses more interesting than those tending to the men. After he leaves for a while, he comes back to an unwanted surprise. Aka its emotional but also they fuck.Tags: Explicit, Referenced Non-Con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Kinktober - Shoe Shining + NTR (Cheating) - Tumblr / AO3 ⭐⛓️🍂 [2.2k]

Summary: Ortega returns to Brimstone. When he gets a shoe shine from a past flame, who is now married, things get complicated. Tags: Explicit, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Cheating, Rough Sex, Spanking, Aftercare, Creampie, Dirty Talk

✮⋆˙ Dieter Bravo ˙⋆✮

Kinktober - Titfucking - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️🍂 [1.7k]

Summary: Dieter is alone in quarantine and begs you to come join him. Even with a few obstacles, you treat him the way he deserves. Tags: Explicit, Smut, Titfucking, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Kinktober - Watersports - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.7k]

Summary: Dieter is on edge because of an upcoming premiere and as his personal assistant, you try to keep him calm as well as sober. There is one thing that may help. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Semi-Public, Assistant Reader, Alcohol, Watersports, Dom/Sub Undertones

✮⋆˙ Frankie Morales ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Six - Frottage - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.4k]

Summary: After a flying lesson, you find yourself drawn to the man in the pilot seat. Luckily for you, Frankie knows exactly what you need. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dirty Talk, Established Relationship

✮⋆˙ Din Djarin ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Nine - Gloryhole - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [1.6k]

Summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Prostitution, Oral Sex, Strangers, Semi-Public

✮⋆˙ Javi Gutierrez ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentyone - Lingerie - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️💌 [2.1k]

Summary: Javi usually gets the movie memorabilia he loves so much for his birthday. This year, he gets something infinitely better. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Birthday Sex, Lingerie, Kissing, Fluff, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex

✮⋆˙ Tim Rockford ˙⋆✮

Kinktober Day Twentynine - Breathplay - Tumblr / AO3 ⛓️ [2.1k]

Summary: After a successful case, everyone goes out to celebrate. Everyone except your boss, Tim Rockford. But, with an empty office to make use of, you both find your own way to celebrate. Tags: Smut, Explicit, Established Relationship, Choking, Coworker Reader, Female Reader, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship

[alkaline-wtr]

ALKALINE MASTERLIST

Primary blog: @alkaline-wtr (Fluffy/'Conventional' blog)

**CW: My Primary blog is dedicated to 'conventional' content, fluff, angst, light smut, common kinks, vanilla smut, romance, gore, violence, explicit, 18+, MDNI

About Me

(CW!! Complete Masterlist is mixed content from all three of my blogs. More about blogs below.)

Complete Masterlist

** Everything will always be tagged appropriately. (More thorough tags on actual post.)

This blog is 18+. MDNI.

SERIES/MULTI-PART:

MIXED SERIES:

"We Will Survive" Ghost x survivor!reader, fem!reader, zombie apocalypse AU, gore, violence, death, weapons, explicit language, multiple chapters (ongoing) CH 1, CH 2, CH 3, CH 3.5, CH 4, CH 5, CH 6, CH 7, CH 8,

SFW:

"K.I.A" fatherfigure!Price x grieving!Reader, dead!Ghost, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of death, imagine PT 1, PT 2

"Soap x insecure!reader" Boyfriend!Soap x insecure!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshot PT 1,PT 2(req)

NSFW:

"Ghost x roommate!reader" Roommate!Ghost x fem!reader, masturbation, smut, oneshot PT 1, PT 2

ONESHOTS/IMAGINES:

SFW:

"Skipping Class" teen!Konig x stoner!reader, anxious!Konig, mentions of drug use, fluff, wholesome, imagine

"Crush" yandere!reader, obssessive!reader, TW: blood, death threats

"Singlefather!Simon" singlefather!Simon, fluff, prompt idea, imagine

"New Parents" Ghost x reader, fluff, oneshot, imagine

"Neurodivergent!reader" Ghost x reader, fluff, oneshot, imagine

"141 x single!reader" 141 x afab!reader, fluff, smut adjacent, imagine

"Girldad!Vessel" Vessel, Sleep Token fic, fluff, imagine

"141!SquidGameguard x reader" Guard!141 x gn!reader, angst, fluff, imagine

NSFW:

"Biker!Ghost" biker!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, MDNI, imagine

"Ghost x reader" Ghost x fem!reader, light smut, bdsm, burning, MDNI, oneshot

HEADCANONS:

SFW:

"Coming Home" 141 and Konig x reader, military husbands, fluff, headcanon

"Self-Conscious" self-conscious!Konig x reader, stoner!reader, insecure!Konig, fluff, headcanon

"Drinking" 141 and Konig, how the boys would drink, headcanon

"TikTok Dancers" Soap x Gaz, how they film dances for TikTok, headcanon

"141 x sick!reader" 141 x reader, how they react to you being sick, headcanon

"Elevator" Ghost x reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshot

NSFW:

"Vanilla!Ghost" Vanilla!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, MDNI, headcanon

OTHER:

SFW:

"Soap x Ghost x reader quote" Soap x Ghost x reader, silly, incorrect quotes

"Soap x Ghost" Soap x Ghost, incorrect quotes, silly

"reader 'Mulan' scenario" Ghost x reader, imagine, headcanon

"reader quote" Soap x reader, silly, incorrect quotes

"Momfriend!reader" 141 x gn!reader, fluff, drabble

NSFW:

MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

💚 Call of Duty

** There are more blogs where you can find my work!

These blogs are 18+. MDNI.

SECONDARY BLOG:

Secondary blog: @regia-rainn (Dark romance/Taboo blog)

**CW: My secondary blog is dedicated to dark content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark romance, Taboo, smut, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, gore, violence, mostly dedicated to fanfic but may occasionally contain original works, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Rainn Masterlist

TERTIARY BLOG:

Tertiary blog: @divinely-devoured (Monster/Hybrid blog)

**CW: My Tertiary (Third) blog is dedicated to monster content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Taboo, smut, some fluff/romance, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, gore, violence, this is a niche blog, mainly erotica, some fluff/romance, dedicated to original works and commissions only, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Divine Masterlist

** Interested in Requests or commissions? See below! (Payment is always optional. Commissions for original works only. Fanfiction requests will always be free.)

Request Rules

** You can also find me elsewhere!

🔗 https://www.linktr.ee/Alkalinewtr

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

** Thank you for allowing the use of your resources. Please go support their work. Like, follow, re-blog.

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[lovers2death]

Mine, and mine alone.

(Information about this blog!!<3)

Hello! Hai! Bonjour! Hola! Hei! Welcome to my blog! Continue on?

꒰ yes ꒱ ꒰ no ꒱

꒰ yes ꒱ ꒰ no ꒱

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So,,,, this will be mostly a yandere blog, as I am a sucker for yandere characters and the trope in general, so here's what you should know!

THIS IS A MDNI BLOG. ANY POST THAT SAYS NSFW/MDNI/DEAD DOVE; DONT EAT MEANS DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18! THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR MINORS!! I obviously can't fully control it, but PLEASE keep in mind this boundry.

There will most likely be stuff like;

Non-con/dub-con (light) age gaps NSFW! Yandere Stalking Gore

anything like that.

And do I do requests...? YES!!! YES I DO!! But what for, you may ask?

EDDSWORLD

AND

STARDEW VALLEY

I would do more, but I struggle with keeping up motivation for blogs, and two sections seems like a good place to start. So request away!! And request practically anything! IF I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH A REQUEST I WILL NOT DO IT, but there's basically nothing off the table, besides bodily fluid kinks (aside from cum and blood)

without further ado,,, request away, honey!!<3 BYE BYE!!

[regia-rainn]

RECOMMENDATIONS

💚 Call of Duty

🌹 My Masterlist

** There are three blogs where you can find my work!

These blogs are 18+. MDNI.

Primary blog: @alkaline-wtr (Fluffy/'Conventional' blog)

**CW: My Primary blog is dedicated to 'conventional' content, fluff, angst, light smut, common kinks, vanilla smut, romance, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Secondary blog: @regia-rainn (Dark romance/Taboo blog)

**CW: My secondary blog is dedicated to dark content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark romance, Taboo, smut, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, mostly dedicated to fanfic but may occasionally contain original works, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Tertiary blog: @divinely-devoured (Monster/Hybrid blog)

**CW: My Tertiary (Third) blog is dedicated to monster content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Taboo, smut, some fluff/romance, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, this is a niche blog, mainly erotica, some fluff/romance, dedicated to original works and commissions only, explicit, 18+, MDNI

(CW!! Complete Masterlist is mixed content from all three of my blogs. More about blogs below.)

Complete Masterlist

** Interested in Requests or commissions? See below! (Payment is always optional. Commissions for original works only. Fanfiction requests will always be free.)

Request Rules

** You can also find me elsewhere!

🔗 https://www.linktr.ee/Alkalinewtr

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

** Thank you for allowing the use of your resources. Please go support their work. Like, follow, re-blog.

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[friendlyneighbourhoodfreak]

Little introduction

Name:(The) Jester

Pronouns: fucking any

Interests: Supernatural, Buffy the vampire slayer, The Boys, Sam Winchester, Marvel, Star Wars

Currently listening genre: bubblegum pop

Ships: Samifer, Sabriel, Wincest, Sastiel, wincestiel, Angelcest (most forms of it), Spangel, Sprusilla, Spander (Spikes a slut okay), Deeplander, Homelander/Hughie, Samboy and probably more but I can't be arsed to put them

Mdni, likely 18+ content ahead

You can find me on ao3: CourtJesterOfHell

Heads-up, this blog contains: Nsfw, Incest, Underage shit, possibly some kink and dead dove do not eat

If you don't like that shit, please for your sake, turn away now!

The tag I post under is: Just jesting, Clowning around, The Jester watches:

[wistericallhystericall]

wisteria /wĭ-stîr′ē-ə/ noun: ravenclaw’s most chaotic child (9teen) — full-time student running on books, tea & mother midnight's gifted writing spurts. this is a dark blog (aka dead dove: do not eat content). i am not sure whether i'll actually write those fics, but if they do they'll be posted here! this blog, like many other forms of dark content, is fiction only. such themes and ideas are not promoted to be practiced in real life without consent. you are responsible for the content that you consume.

links: main blog . library blog . rec blog

18+ mdni. © wistericall 2025. do not copy, translate or claim any of my works as your own. reblogs + comments are so very appreciated!

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

ᵎ!ᵎcel's rulesᵎ!ᵎ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

ᵎ!ᵎ safe space - my blog is not a place for you to be hateful whatsoever. if you're a trumpie, homophobe, transphobe, sexist, racist, zionist, ablelist, pro-lifer or any of the -ist or -phobes that can't let other people live their lives peacefully, you're not welcome here. i am directly tied to almost every single one of those communities and do not play around with that. don't even try it, i will block you (or worse, rory will see and rip you a new one. don't risk that).

ᵎ!ᵎ boundaries - you guys can ask whatever questions you want and i'll most likely answer them but don't expect me to tell you super personal things. respect my privacy please. if you want to know stuff about me it's all under the '𝗰𝗲𝗹!' tag. you guys can inbox me with personal stuff (girl talk, ask for advice, etc.) if you want. i'm the oldest daughter, i really don't mind.

ᵎ!ᵎ minors - it's not my favorite thing but i was 14 once and lying about my age too so i know some of you won't be 18+. i honestly can't check every single one of you who interacts with me's age but i do ask that you keep the interaction to a minimum if you are underage (this includes ageless blogs too). if you see a post say 'mdni', follow that please.

ᵎ!ᵎ judging - yes, some of my mutuals (and i) write taboo stuff. yes, i'll probably repost it. no, you don't have to read it. no, it's not okay for you to send hate over. it's fiction, it's not real. it doesn't mean that we agree with that stuff irl. you guys would be shocked at some of the stuff i write but can't even fathom doing irl, don't jump to conclusions. if you don't like it, scroll or block.

ᵎ!ᵎ requests - if you're requesting something, please please please be patient with me. i'm a uni student, i have things going on. you'll probably see me bitch about it too so, prepare for that. ↴

ⓘ i'm still learning what i will and won't write with you guys. i've been pretty lucky with the requests i've gotten so far but if there's one i don't think i can do and i say that, please respect that. there have even been occasions where i've gotten a request that i think one of my mooties would better execute so i might even send you over to them.

⊘ don't send a bunch of writers the same request. for one, we'll probably figure it out before we even write it for you. second, it can cause issues, especially if we don't interact with each other. save us the drama.

ⓘ like i said, i have things going on. pay attention to my pinned post to see whether or not my requests are open. once they get to 10+, they'll be closed. more than that will literally send me into an anxiety attack.

⊘ don't ask me to write anything that has to do with bodily fluids, race play, necrophilia, etc. the list will probably be added to as i figure things out. don't be afraid to ask me but also don't be upset if i tell you no. i'll always try to find someone who does write that stuff and send you over that way!

ⓘ i don't only write for rafe, even if he's the majority of my writing. it's just because he's the easiest to write for. y'all i am a fangirl, chances are i probably like who you're thinking of too. i try to stray from writing anything sexual about real people for the time being but again, you can ask!

⊘ all of my readers are imagined to be a woc because i myself am a woc. you'll probably see small descriptions and things that hint at that in my writing. if that's not you, skip over it. do not bitch to me about it because you will be blocked.

ⓘ if you see 'lottie do not read' that's my equivalent of 'dead dove, do not eat'. that means it's taboo content. i've had someone ask about this before so just to give you guys a heads up.

ᵎ!ᵎ blogs - i have three different blogs for different things. if i follow you, it will show up from this blog, even if it's for one of the other blogs. this is my main (and first) one. just keep this in mind!

[wvyik]

₊˚⊹♡ RULES

──── ʚଓ welcome to my blog!! before you dive in - here are some simple rules to keep everything fun and respectful ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

BASIC RULES ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

─ be respectful: no hate, no drama, and definitely no rudeness allowed! let’s keep this a safe and cozy space! ฅ ^>⩊<^ ฅ ─ be kind: this blog is all about soft, heartfelt content — keep the energy warm and welcoming!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ ─ how do i request? use the request button on my profile! please be patient; I’ll get to them as I can! ─ no spam: if i haven’t answered your request yet, i promise i’ve seen it! no need to resend.

REQUEST RULES ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

─ i mainly write for dean winchester, but i might dabble in other characters (mostly spn) occasionally!! ─ i write mostly fluff, soft moments, comfort, and slice-of-life kind of fics. (and of course some angst if im feeling like it) if you love slow dancing in the kitchen, forehead kisses, and warm embraces, you’re in the right place! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ─ i do write 18+ themes, so if that’s what you’re requesting, please specify that! (MDNI! applies where necessary.) ─ reader-insert friendly! most of my writing is in second person (you/your), but if you have a specific request (GN!reader, fem!reader, etc.), please mention it! ─ specify the tone! if you want something extra fluffy, angsty (with/without comfort), or just wholesome, let me know! ─ light dark themes are welcome! i’ll write some angst, hurt/comfort, and emotional moments, but nothing extreme (no “dead dove, do not eat” content or anything overly triggering without comfort). if you’re unsure, feel free to ask! ─ be patient. i write when i have time and inspiration, so i can’t promise immediate responses. ─ keep it somewhat simple. a little detail is great, but super specific, novel-length requests might be too much! (i’m not writing a full fic in one go! sorry.)

── ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2025 WVYIK | DO NOT REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE, OR ALTER MY WORK

[writtenbydarling]

For my Tim Burton Bitches.

For those who love halloween.

For the girls with a thing for masks and helmets.

I see you

I love you

You matter

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If you have an idea, a head canon, or anything else really that you like to have worked out, let me know. I'm always searching for words and stories. If it's a certain fandom I might need a little more information tho.

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Trigger Warnings right here are for every single post, I don't want to re-write them over and over again. As always: MDNI, this blog is targeting 18+, that means adults. If I find you without an age to your blog I will take the time to block you. If I find an age under 18 I will take the time to block you. If you comment, like, share and are under 18 I will take my time to block you.

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TW: Explicit Sexual Content // Graphic description of violence // BDSM // Severe Trauma // Abuse // Drug Use // DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

[alkaline-wtr]

RECOMMENDATIONS

💚 Call of Duty

💗 My Masterlist

** There are three blogs where you can find my work!

These blogs are 18+. MDNI.

Primary blog: @alkaline-wtr (Fluffy/'Conventional' blog)

**CW: My Primary blog is dedicated to 'conventional' content, fluff, angst, light smut, common kinks, vanilla smut, romance, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Secondary blog: @regia-rainn (Dark romance/Taboo blog)

**CW: My secondary blog is dedicated to dark content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Dark romance, Taboo, smut, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, mostly dedicated to fanfic but may occasionally contain original works, explicit, 18+, MDNI

Tertiary blog: @divinely-devoured (Monster/Hybrid blog)

**CW: My Tertiary (Third) blog is dedicated to monster content!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Taboo, smut, some fluff/romance, omegaverse, teratophilia, monsters, hybrids, this is a niche blog, mainly erotica, some fluff/romance, dedicated to original works and commissions only, explicit, 18+, MDNI

(CW!! Complete Masterlist is mixed content from all three of my blogs. More about blogs below.)

Complete Masterlist

** Interested in Requests or commissions? See below! (Payment is always optional. Commissions for original works only. Fanfiction requests will always be free.)

Request Rules

** You can also find me elsewhere!

🔗 https://www.linktr.ee/Alkalinewtr

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