myownwholewildworld

[myownwholewildworld]

i need a boop war real bad 😔

[myownwholewildworld]

#me reading something on ao3 and i need a snack at 3am

PEDRO PASCAL as TED GARCIA Eddington (2025) dir. Ari Aster

[myownwholewildworld]

Joel. My sunshine.

[myownwholewildworld]

Hi beautiful!!!

I sent my donation receipt to you on discord and now I'm here to claim my prize like the pervert I am hehehe

I would like for you to write me a smutty little Javier Peña drabble about him eating his partner out on his desk pretty please 😇

Picture not related to my request, but I mean... bulge 👀

Thank you in advance! ❤️

“let him watch” — a javi peña drabble

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (x steve murphy?). summary: javi eats you out and raw on his work desk. a/n: ohhhh silverrrrrr... first of all thank you so much for your most generous donation to unrwa as part of my fundraiser event! and secondly, sorry for the wait!! just so you know, this lil prompt of yours (love the pic ugh) had me reeling because why yes, i'd love for javi to eat me out on his desk. who wouldn't?! again thank youuuu you're an angel <3 xx tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. filthy smut. sex at work, very unprofessional. javi eats you out on his desk, plain and simple. oral (f receiving). fingering. an inch goes in. coitus interruptus (coworkers don't respect when others are having sex smh - steve makes an appearance and wants in in the fun 👀). reader wearing a pencil skirt and high heels, is mexican & afab. translated spanish dialogue mixed with english. w/c: ~1.4k.

“Esto no es muy profesional… (This isn’t very professional of us…),” you choked out, head canted back as your eyes fluttered shut.

Javi nipped at your pulse point, which spiked under the brush of his teeth, before he muffled a laugh and kissed the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. His strong arms hugged you tighter, fingers playfully stroking the small of your back.

“No hay nadie (There’s no one left),” he whispered in your ear, an exciting shiver running up your spine.

Sat on his desk, thighs spread to house his hips, and with a dreamy smile plastered on your face, you draped your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.

He was right, there was nobody else in the office. The moment the clock hit eight on a Friday night, people vanished. You’d stayed behind to file some paperwork for the investigation you were carrying out for the CNI (Centro Nacional de Inteligencia) and, conveniently, Javi had offered to help, since he was part of the same taskforce. You’d planned on getting it over with quickly, but Agent Peña obviously had other plans in mind.

“If we get caught… that’s a disciplinary action,” you tried to reason while fully making out, but your warning fell on deaf ears.

Javi deepened the open-mouthed kiss, blatantly ignoring you, and you couldn’t help yourself but succumb to his allure. The wet struggle quickly became sloppy, his tongue plundering every corner of your mouth as if he was looking for precious treasure.

His fingertips taunted the front hem of your pencil skirt, his lips more demanding and insisting now. You bit his bottom lip and pulled, a small warning to keep things as office-friendly as possible giving the circumstances.

“Javi…” you cautioned, eyes scanning the front door of the office.

“Cálmate, estás muy tensa (calm down, you’re too tense),” a sly grin transformed his features, his fingers travelling down until your skirt was riding up your thighs under his touch. “I can help with that.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, but the reality was your pussy was already tingling, seeping your lust into your thong. So you let him do, jumping off the desk to help him bunch your clothing around your waist, then sat back down.

Javi was right—it was too late for someone to show up now, and you were too blindsided by your own desire to miss this opportunity. His head tilted forward, his devilish tongue fighting with yours as his mischievous hand buried down the front of your thong. When his ring finger flicked with your throbbing clit, you were gone.

His pad circled your bud, tantalizing, playful, and you quietly moaned into his ravishing mouth, eager to have him stroke the part of you that needed him the most. As if he could read your mind expertly—no, not your mind but the map of your cunt—Javi lightly flicked your nub to then pinch it gently, pulling back the hood.

“Oh, Dios (Oh, God),” you whimpered between breaths, your heartrate spiking and thrumming in your ears.

Javi pressed tight, deep circles on your tender flesh, while his mouth dropped to your neck, peppering it with pecks and soft bites. Your wails grew louder as you ascended to a much-needed climax, leaving you breathless and buzzing. He insisted, his fingertip skidding down your seam in search of his favourite place. And when he found your gushing hole, he prodded it a little, just enough for your senses to flare.

With no warning, he sank his ring finger down to the knuckle, all the while his thumb stroked your palpitating clit. That right there was your undoing—you hugged his neck, holding onto him for dear life, as you came shamelessly on his desk, your pussy gushing for him.

“Túmbate (Lie down),” he muttered against your agape mouth.

You were like putty under his touch, your mind drifting away as the last wave coursed through your body and your thighs stopped trembling. So you did as told—legs bent and your high heels dug at the edge of the table ready to take his cock at his work desk.

Breathing heavily, you looked down at him, confused about what was taking so long. You saw Javi pulling a chair close to the table, then sitting down on it. Your brows furrowed until it dawned on you.

He wasn’t gonna fuck you yet. Javi was going to eat you out on his desk, as if you were a delicacy plated exclusively for him.

Javi didn’t bother with removing your thong—just pushed it to the side hooking it with his thumb before he dove in, his fingers grabbing handfuls of your inner thighs. He lapped at your entire slit, his thumbs prying open your pussy lips for him, to have your slick core in full display.

You gasped, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, when Peña latched onto your humming bundle of nerves. One of your hands instantly flew to his head, fisting his curls to push him closer. The tip of his tongue drew invisible circles around your clit, venturing down from time to time to steal a taste of your dripping hole. And when he did, his aquiline nose would nudge your nub, inhaling your feminine scent and leaving you reeling and heaving, on the verge of collapse.

Javi then suckled on your clit again, a naughty finger sinking in your tight heat rubbing that precise spot, and fingered you relentlessly as he ate you out. Your pussy fluttered around his lonely digit, the coil forming inside you so tight it would snap without warning.

“J-Javi, me vengo, Dios, me vengo (I’m coming, God, I’m coming),” you stuttered, your thighs locking around his head as your cunt leaked around his finger.

As the orgasm hit you, shattering your mind and body, Javi removed his finger and before you could complain mid-wail, he replaced it with his tongue. He fucked you with it as your hips waved beneath his tease, rubbing your drenched pussy all over his face while you came in his mouth.

Your slutty moans slowly died down as the euphoria weaned off. Your limbs felt like jelly, your mind absent. Javi always knew how to press your buttons—one of them specifically. Melting under his caress was one thing you were extremely good at.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked at him with dreamy eyes and a fucked-out expression. You knew he’d be throbbing for release right now, his cock so hard it’d break your pussy open for him. And you were more than ready to sheathe him, to be pumped full of his cum, right here on his desk.

Javi stood up off the chair, fingers quick to work his jeans and release his dick. His cockhead was almost purple, swollen and leaking, precious pearls topping it so enticingly.

You bit down your bottom lip, locked in on his erection, when Javi came closer to the desk, pushing your thong aside and swiping your cunt with his sticky glans.

Your eyes shut, feeling the warmth inside you building up again.

“Me encanta tenerte así, abierta de piernas solo para mí (I love having you this way, legs wide open just for me),” he husked out, sweat gathering atop his brows and his tone so controlled you knew he was dying to be completely seated inside your welcoming cunt.

When the first inch went in, you both sighed in unison. You couldn’t wait to have him fuck you stupid, to reach for the stars once more.

“You know there’s a motel down the road?” were the words that broke this little bubble you both had created.

Javi stopped mid-thrust, snapping out of his trance, and your head turned around in horror to find Steve under the doorframe of the office.

It took you both a second to catch on, to realise he was really there. And how long had he been there, watching?

You were horrified, lost for words.

“Steve, what the fuck!” Javi snarled, pushing out of you, leaving you suddenly empty. He quickly helped you sit up, rolling down your skirt before he shoved his hardened cock back in his jeans again. “How long have you been there?!”

“Long enough…” Steve cleared his throat, and when you looked down to his tented trousers, you understood why his voice was raw and throaty.

Your eyes darted to Javi’s, a languid smile curling your lips as you laid back down on the desk, your skirt riding up as you spread open your legs again.

“Let him watch.”

[myownwholewildworld]

i was never afraid, before you showed up.

[myownwholewildworld]

Quick morning coffee Joel sketch☕️

[myownwholewildworld]

Hi beautiful!!!

I sent my donation receipt to you on discord and now I'm here to claim my prize like the pervert I am hehehe

I would like for you to write me a smutty little Javier Peña drabble about him eating his partner out on his desk pretty please 😇

Picture not related to my request, but I mean... bulge 👀

Thank you in advance! ❤️

“let him watch” — a javi peña drabble

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (x steve murphy?). summary: javi eats you out and raw on his work desk. a/n: ohhhh silverrrrrr... first of all thank you so much for your most generous donation to unrwa as part of my fundraiser event! and secondly, sorry for the wait!! just so you know, this lil prompt of yours (love the pic ugh) had me reeling because why yes, i'd love for javi to eat me out on his desk. who wouldn't?! again thank youuuu you're an angel <3 xx tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. filthy smut. sex at work, very unprofessional. javi eats you out on his desk, plain and simple. oral (f receiving). fingering. an inch goes in. coitus interruptus (coworkers don't respect when others are having sex smh - steve makes an appearance and wants in in the fun 👀). reader wearing a pencil skirt and high heels, is mexican & afab. translated spanish dialogue mixed with english. w/c: ~1.4k.

“Esto no es muy profesional… (This isn’t very professional of us…),” you choked out, head canted back as your eyes fluttered shut.

Javi nipped at your pulse point, which spiked under the brush of his teeth, before he muffled a laugh and kissed the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. His strong arms hugged you tighter, fingers playfully stroking the small of your back.

“No hay nadie (There’s no one left),” he whispered in your ear, an exciting shiver running up your spine.

Sat on his desk, thighs spread to house his hips, and with a dreamy smile plastered on your face, you draped your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.

He was right, there was nobody else in the office. The moment the clock hit eight on a Friday night, people vanished. You’d stayed behind to file some paperwork for the investigation you were carrying out for the CNI (Centro Nacional de Inteligencia) and, conveniently, Javi had offered to help, since he was part of the same taskforce. You’d planned on getting it over with quickly, but Agent Peña obviously had other plans in mind.

“If we get caught… that’s a disciplinary action,” you tried to reason while fully making out, but your warning fell on deaf ears.

Javi deepened the open-mouthed kiss, blatantly ignoring you, and you couldn’t help yourself but succumb to his allure. The wet struggle quickly became sloppy, his tongue plundering every corner of your mouth as if he was looking for precious treasure.

His fingertips taunted the front hem of your pencil skirt, his lips more demanding and insisting now. You bit his bottom lip and pulled, a small warning to keep things as office-friendly as possible giving the circumstances.

“Javi…” you cautioned, eyes scanning the front door of the office.

“Cálmate, estás muy tensa (calm down, you’re too tense),” a sly grin transformed his features, his fingers travelling down until your skirt was riding up your thighs under his touch. “I can help with that.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, but the reality was your pussy was already tingling, seeping your lust into your thong. So you let him do, jumping off the desk to help him bunch your clothing around your waist, then sat back down.

Javi was right—it was too late for someone to show up now, and you were too blindsided by your own desire to miss this opportunity. His head tilted forward, his devilish tongue fighting with yours as his mischievous hand buried down the front of your thong. When his ring finger flicked with your throbbing clit, you were gone.

His pad circled your bud, tantalizing, playful, and you quietly moaned into his ravishing mouth, eager to have him stroke the part of you that needed him the most. As if he could read your mind expertly—no, not your mind but the map of your cunt—Javi lightly flicked your nub to then pinch it gently, pulling back the hood.

“Oh, Dios (Oh, God),” you whimpered between breaths, your heartrate spiking and thrumming in your ears.

Javi pressed tight, deep circles on your tender flesh, while his mouth dropped to your neck, peppering it with pecks and soft bites. Your wails grew louder as you ascended to a much-needed climax, leaving you breathless and buzzing. He insisted, his fingertip skidding down your seam in search of his favourite place. And when he found your gushing hole, he prodded it a little, just enough for your senses to flare.

With no warning, he sank his ring finger down to the knuckle, all the while his thumb stroked your palpitating clit. That right there was your undoing—you hugged his neck, holding onto him for dear life, as you came shamelessly on his desk, your pussy gushing for him.

“Túmbate (Lie down),” he muttered against your agape mouth.

You were like putty under his touch, your mind drifting away as the last wave coursed through your body and your thighs stopped trembling. So you did as told—legs bent and your high heels dug at the edge of the table ready to take his cock at his work desk.

Breathing heavily, you looked down at him, confused about what was taking so long. You saw Javi pulling a chair close to the table, then sitting down on it. Your brows furrowed until it dawned on you.

He wasn’t gonna fuck you yet. Javi was going to eat you out on his desk, as if you were a delicacy plated exclusively for him.

Javi didn’t bother with removing your thong—just pushed it to the side hooking it with his thumb before he dove in, his fingers grabbing handfuls of your inner thighs. He lapped at your entire slit, his thumbs prying open your pussy lips for him, to have your slick core in full display.

You gasped, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, when Peña latched onto your humming bundle of nerves. One of your hands instantly flew to his head, fisting his curls to push him closer. The tip of his tongue drew invisible circles around your clit, venturing down from time to time to steal a taste of your dripping hole. And when he did, his aquiline nose would nudge your nub, inhaling your feminine scent and leaving you reeling and heaving, on the verge of collapse.

Javi then suckled on your clit again, a naughty finger sinking in your tight heat rubbing that precise spot, and fingered you relentlessly as he ate you out. Your pussy fluttered around his lonely digit, the coil forming inside you so tight it would snap without warning.

“J-Javi, me vengo, Dios, me vengo (I’m coming, God, I’m coming),” you stuttered, your thighs locking around his head as your cunt leaked around his finger.

As the orgasm hit you, shattering your mind and body, Javi removed his finger and before you could complain mid-wail, he replaced it with his tongue. He fucked you with it as your hips waved beneath his tease, rubbing your drenched pussy all over his face while you came in his mouth.

Your slutty moans slowly died down as the euphoria weaned off. Your limbs felt like jelly, your mind absent. Javi always knew how to press your buttons—one of them specifically. Melting under his caress was one thing you were extremely good at.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked at him with dreamy eyes and a fucked-out expression. You knew he’d be throbbing for release right now, his cock so hard it’d break your pussy open for him. And you were more than ready to sheathe him, to be pumped full of his cum, right here on his desk.

Javi stood up off the chair, fingers quick to work his jeans and release his dick. His cockhead was almost purple, swollen and leaking, precious pearls topping it so enticingly.

You bit down your bottom lip, locked in on his erection, when Javi came closer to the desk, pushing your thong aside and swiping your cunt with his sticky glans.

Your eyes shut, feeling the warmth inside you building up again.

“Me encanta tenerte así, abierta de piernas solo para mí (I love having you this way, legs wide open just for me),” he husked out, sweat gathering atop his brows and his tone so controlled you knew he was dying to be completely seated inside your welcoming cunt.

When the first inch went in, you both sighed in unison. You couldn’t wait to have him fuck you stupid, to reach for the stars once more.

“You know there’s a motel down the road?” were the words that broke this little bubble you both had created.

Javi stopped mid-thrust, snapping out of his trance, and your head turned around in horror to find Steve under the doorframe of the office.

It took you both a second to catch on, to realise he was really there. And how long had he been there, watching?

You were horrified, lost for words.

“Steve, what the fuck!” Javi snarled, pushing out of you, leaving you suddenly empty. He quickly helped you sit up, rolling down your skirt before he shoved his hardened cock back in his jeans again. “How long have you been there?!”

“Long enough…” Steve cleared his throat, and when you looked down to his tented trousers, you understood why his voice was raw and throaty.

Your eyes darted to Javi’s, a languid smile curling your lips as you laid back down on the desk, your skirt riding up as you spread open your legs again.

“Let him watch.”

[myownwholewildworld]

Hi beautiful!!!

I sent my donation receipt to you on discord and now I'm here to claim my prize like the pervert I am hehehe

I would like for you to write me a smutty little Javier Peña drabble about him eating his partner out on his desk pretty please 😇

Picture not related to my request, but I mean... bulge 👀

Thank you in advance! ❤️

“let him watch” — a javi peña drabble

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (x steve murphy?). summary: javi eats you out and raw on his work desk. a/n: ohhhh silverrrrrr... first of all thank you so much for your most generous donation to unrwa as part of my fundraiser event! and secondly, sorry for the wait!! just so you know, this lil prompt of yours (love the pic ugh) had me reeling because why yes, i'd love for javi to eat me out on his desk. who wouldn't?! again thank youuuu you're an angel <3 xx tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. filthy smut. sex at work, very unprofessional. javi eats you out on his desk, plain and simple. oral (f receiving). fingering. an inch goes in. coitus interruptus (coworkers don't respect when others are having sex smh - steve makes an appearance and wants in in the fun 👀). reader wearing a pencil skirt and high heels, is mexican & afab. translated spanish dialogue mixed with english. w/c: ~1.4k.

“Esto no es muy profesional… (This isn’t very professional of us…),” you choked out, head canted back as your eyes fluttered shut.

Javi nipped at your pulse point, which spiked under the brush of his teeth, before he muffled a laugh and kissed the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. His strong arms hugged you tighter, fingers playfully stroking the small of your back.

“No hay nadie (There’s no one left),” he whispered in your ear, an exciting shiver running up your spine.

Sat on his desk, thighs spread to house his hips, and with a dreamy smile plastered on your face, you draped your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss.

He was right, there was nobody else in the office. The moment the clock hit eight on a Friday night, people vanished. You’d stayed behind to file some paperwork for the investigation you were carrying out for the CNI (Centro Nacional de Inteligencia) and, conveniently, Javi had offered to help, since he was part of the same taskforce. You’d planned on getting it over with quickly, but Agent Peña obviously had other plans in mind.

“If we get caught… that’s a disciplinary action,” you tried to reason while fully making out, but your warning fell on deaf ears.

Javi deepened the open-mouthed kiss, blatantly ignoring you, and you couldn’t help yourself but succumb to his allure. The wet struggle quickly became sloppy, his tongue plundering every corner of your mouth as if he was looking for precious treasure.

His fingertips taunted the front hem of your pencil skirt, his lips more demanding and insisting now. You bit his bottom lip and pulled, a small warning to keep things as office-friendly as possible giving the circumstances.

“Javi…” you cautioned, eyes scanning the front door of the office.

“Cálmate, estás muy tensa (calm down, you’re too tense),” a sly grin transformed his features, his fingers travelling down until your skirt was riding up your thighs under his touch. “I can help with that.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, but the reality was your pussy was already tingling, seeping your lust into your thong. So you let him do, jumping off the desk to help him bunch your clothing around your waist, then sat back down.

Javi was right—it was too late for someone to show up now, and you were too blindsided by your own desire to miss this opportunity. His head tilted forward, his devilish tongue fighting with yours as his mischievous hand buried down the front of your thong. When his ring finger flicked with your throbbing clit, you were gone.

His pad circled your bud, tantalizing, playful, and you quietly moaned into his ravishing mouth, eager to have him stroke the part of you that needed him the most. As if he could read your mind expertly—no, not your mind but the map of your cunt—Javi lightly flicked your nub to then pinch it gently, pulling back the hood.

“Oh, Dios (Oh, God),” you whimpered between breaths, your heartrate spiking and thrumming in your ears.

Javi pressed tight, deep circles on your tender flesh, while his mouth dropped to your neck, peppering it with pecks and soft bites. Your wails grew louder as you ascended to a much-needed climax, leaving you breathless and buzzing. He insisted, his fingertip skidding down your seam in search of his favourite place. And when he found your gushing hole, he prodded it a little, just enough for your senses to flare.

With no warning, he sank his ring finger down to the knuckle, all the while his thumb stroked your palpitating clit. That right there was your undoing—you hugged his neck, holding onto him for dear life, as you came shamelessly on his desk, your pussy gushing for him.

“Túmbate (Lie down),” he muttered against your agape mouth.

You were like putty under his touch, your mind drifting away as the last wave coursed through your body and your thighs stopped trembling. So you did as told—legs bent and your high heels dug at the edge of the table ready to take his cock at his work desk.

Breathing heavily, you looked down at him, confused about what was taking so long. You saw Javi pulling a chair close to the table, then sitting down on it. Your brows furrowed until it dawned on you.

He wasn’t gonna fuck you yet. Javi was going to eat you out on his desk, as if you were a delicacy plated exclusively for him.

Javi didn’t bother with removing your thong—just pushed it to the side hooking it with his thumb before he dove in, his fingers grabbing handfuls of your inner thighs. He lapped at your entire slit, his thumbs prying open your pussy lips for him, to have your slick core in full display.

You gasped, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, when Peña latched onto your humming bundle of nerves. One of your hands instantly flew to his head, fisting his curls to push him closer. The tip of his tongue drew invisible circles around your clit, venturing down from time to time to steal a taste of your dripping hole. And when he did, his aquiline nose would nudge your nub, inhaling your feminine scent and leaving you reeling and heaving, on the verge of collapse.

Javi then suckled on your clit again, a naughty finger sinking in your tight heat rubbing that precise spot, and fingered you relentlessly as he ate you out. Your pussy fluttered around his lonely digit, the coil forming inside you so tight it would snap without warning.

“J-Javi, me vengo, Dios, me vengo (I’m coming, God, I’m coming),” you stuttered, your thighs locking around his head as your cunt leaked around his finger.

As the orgasm hit you, shattering your mind and body, Javi removed his finger and before you could complain mid-wail, he replaced it with his tongue. He fucked you with it as your hips waved beneath his tease, rubbing your drenched pussy all over his face while you came in his mouth.

Your slutty moans slowly died down as the euphoria weaned off. Your limbs felt like jelly, your mind absent. Javi always knew how to press your buttons—one of them specifically. Melting under his caress was one thing you were extremely good at.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked at him with dreamy eyes and a fucked-out expression. You knew he’d be throbbing for release right now, his cock so hard it’d break your pussy open for him. And you were more than ready to sheathe him, to be pumped full of his cum, right here on his desk.

Javi stood up off the chair, fingers quick to work his jeans and release his dick. His cockhead was almost purple, swollen and leaking, precious pearls topping it so enticingly.

You bit down your bottom lip, locked in on his erection, when Javi came closer to the desk, pushing your thong aside and swiping your cunt with his sticky glans.

Your eyes shut, feeling the warmth inside you building up again.

“Me encanta tenerte así, abierta de piernas solo para mí (I love having you this way, legs wide open just for me),” he husked out, sweat gathering atop his brows and his tone so controlled you knew he was dying to be completely seated inside your welcoming cunt.

When the first inch went in, you both sighed in unison. You couldn’t wait to have him fuck you stupid, to reach for the stars once more.

“You know there’s a motel down the road?” were the words that broke this little bubble you both had created.

Javi stopped mid-thrust, snapping out of his trance, and your head turned around in horror to find Steve under the doorframe of the office.

It took you both a second to catch on, to realise he was really there. And how long had he been there, watching?

You were horrified, lost for words.

“Steve, what the fuck!” Javi snarled, pushing out of you, leaving you suddenly empty. He quickly helped you sit up, rolling down your skirt before he shoved his hardened cock back in his jeans again. “How long have you been there?!”

“Long enough…” Steve cleared his throat, and when you looked down to his tented trousers, you understood why his voice was raw and throaty.

Your eyes darted to Javi’s, a languid smile curling your lips as you laid back down on the desk, your skirt riding up as you spread open your legs again.

“Let him watch.”

[myownwholewildworld]

A MAN CALLED JOEL—snippet

alright alright... for those of you who have been patiently waiting for the next chapter of AMCJ, i bring you a lil snippet of how the next one begins as a 'thank you' for your patience and the love you have for this series <3 lmk know your thoughts!

*****

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

Joel had been to hell and back—death gripping him so tight, he’d almost crossed the line to greet the afterlife. And despite the many attempts, he’d never been closer. So within reach, he’d shaken hands with the Reaper himself; heard his calming murmurs, compelling him to give in, to give up.

But what surprised him the most was how cold it had been, how desolate it had felt. As his senses dulled, he had prepared himself to see those he’d lost—to hug Sarah close to his heart, to share a relieving smile with her mama, to whisper to Tess everything he hadn’t dared say out loud in life. To amend all the mistakes he’d made, to make things right with all those souls he’d failed.

To forgive himself—for not taking a bullet for the love of his life, for letting his marriage crumble under the pressure of a draining routine, for being distant when they relied on him. For being there and not being there at the same time, so consumed by his own insecurities, Joel couldn’t feel worthy of love—any kind of love.

But as Death claimed him, no one had come. Sarah wasn’t there, neither was Tess—no light at the end of the tunnel, just suffocating darkness. The solitude had been so raw, he couldn’t bear the thought of walking the path of eternal night.

Perhaps that was why he was back, prostrated on a bed that felt too big, too empty, sheets tangled all around him like the vice of death.

Or perhaps that wasn’t the reason. Perhaps the reason was you.

Joel tried to sit up, but his mind spiralled out of control, a sickly shiver running up his spine like thunder. His tummy churned, and the nausea returned.

So he whispered your name, the only one he could remember right now. As if invoking you would save him from this ill feeling, as if your presence could ground him and make the room stop spinning around him.

“Joel, I’m here,” your voice came to him like an echo whispered under water, followed by a feathery caress on his forehead, your fingers raking back the wet curls. “God, you’re burning up, Joel.”

[myownwholewildworld]

A MAN CALLED JOEL—snippet

alright alright... for those of you who have been patiently waiting for the next chapter of AMCJ, i bring you a lil snippet of how the next one begins as a 'thank you' for your patience and the love you have for this series <3 lmk know your thoughts!

*****

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

Joel had been to hell and back—death gripping him so tight, he’d almost crossed the line to greet the afterlife. And despite the many attempts, he’d never been closer. So within reach, he’d shaken hands with the Reaper himself; heard his calming murmurs, compelling him to give in, to give up.

But what surprised him the most was how cold it had been, how desolate it had felt. As his senses dulled, he had prepared himself to see those he’d lost—to hug Sarah close to his heart, to share a relieving smile with her mama, to whisper to Tess everything he hadn’t dared say out loud in life. To amend all the mistakes he’d made, to make things right with all those souls he’d failed.

To forgive himself—for not taking a bullet for the love of his life, for letting his marriage crumble under the pressure of a draining routine, for being distant when they relied on him. For being there and not being there at the same time, so consumed by his own insecurities, Joel couldn’t feel worthy of love—any kind of love.

But as Death claimed him, no one had come. Sarah wasn’t there, neither was Tess—no light at the end of the tunnel, just suffocating darkness. The solitude had been so raw, he couldn’t bear the thought of walking the path of eternal night.

Perhaps that was why he was back, prostrated on a bed that felt too big, too empty, sheets tangled all around him like the vice of death.

Or perhaps that wasn’t the reason. Perhaps the reason was you.

Joel tried to sit up, but his mind spiralled out of control, a sickly shiver running up his spine like thunder. His tummy churned, and the nausea returned.

So he whispered your name, the only one he could remember right now. As if invoking you would save him from this ill feeling, as if your presence could ground him and make the room stop spinning around him.

“Joel, I’m here,” your voice came to him like an echo whispered under water, followed by a feathery caress on his forehead, your fingers raking back the wet curls. “God, you’re burning up, Joel.”

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so if i was to start writing the next chapter of A MAN CALLED JOEL tonight, would you guys like to see a lil' snippet of it later/tomorrow? 👀

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Lion

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FILMS WATCHED IN 2025 HIDDEN FIGURES (2016) Dir. Theodore Melfi

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Hi im so incredibly sorry that happened to you! I'm absolutely in love with your fic and your creativity with your fics and ideas are unlike any ai they can feed it into. Fuckkkk them for doing that. I'll beat their ass for you. Your ability to create against their lack of ability for basic patience and common courtesy is insurmountable. I wish for them inconveniences and blacklist on them for the rest of their life. 🫂🫂

isabel, you're the sweetest seriously 💞 thank you so much for your kind words! i'm just so glad that people like you enjoy and value my work. truly! you guys are the reason i post my silly fics online instead of just keeping them in the vault...

and yeah, fuck anyone who feeds people's work to AI, their lack of creativity and patience gets to my nerves sometimes ngl... but that won't stop me from updating AMCJ or any other wip 💜

thank you again friend <3

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if not puppy dawg eye'd, why so puppy dawg eye'd shaped?

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PEDRO PASCAL as JAVIER PEÑA Narcos - "La Catedral"

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Max Philips, Death (XIII) 🪦