#agent whiskey drabble

[creedslove]

Today I woke up craving for your Jack Daniels🙈

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack gives you something to think of him

Warnings: fluff and angst

0.7k words

You hadn't seen Jack for roughly two weeks when he walked through the door of your apartment. Even if he had slowed down his load of missions to attend, there were still a couple that Champ only trusted him to do so which always made your heart clench in anxiety, worry and pain at how much you truly missed him. It was his job, you knew it, but you couldn't help being that attached to your cowboy, he was the love of your life - you realized it soon in your relationship - so the moment he came back to you, all you could do was to drop everything you were doing and rush to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his arms around your body, lifting you up gently, so glad to come home to his sugar.

"Hey sugar" he said the moment he pulled you down. He was looking handsome, just as he always did, his hair was a little messy, his hat had been tackled down and though you could see the tiredness into his eyes, the smile wouldn't fade. His hands squeezed your waist gently as he pecked your lips, no words needed at that moment, all you wanted was each other's presence and warmth. He felt so glad to be home, each time he had to leave for a mission was harder and harder to him, as the years passed by he could tell he wasn't as young to spend days and sometimes weeks on end on dangerous jobs, but he had never had a reason to come back home to, not after his first wife passed away. However, when he met you, something changed inside of him and he knew he didn't want an erratic life anymore, he wanted a safe, nine to five Statesman job so he could go back home to you every night.

"I missed you so much, my cowboy" you said as you broke the kiss and stroked his cheek, "I didn't know you would be back tonight, otherwise I would've made you something good for dinner" you said but the cowboy pecked your lips once more

"Don't worry sugar, I don't need anything else but you, besides, I want you all for myself, not trapped in the kitchen" he pulled you once more, faster this time, making you bump into his body and groan softly before he could kiss you again.

You could spend the whole night in that cowboy's arms, but Jack broke the kiss and caressed your face gently

"I got something for you, sugar" he said sweetly and got a jewelry box from his pocket, handing it to you and closely watching your reaction, hoping you would like it. As you opened the box, a beautiful and delicate golden necklace was seen, with a gorgeous pendant in the shape of a horse. You gasped at how unexpected but lovely present you just got, noticing a slight pink shade spreading across his cheeks

"I love it, Jack, it's gorgeous… thank you my cowboy" you grinned and handed it to him, lifting your hair up so he could help you put it on, which he gladly did, resting his hands on your shoulder and leaving a peck on your neck, you giggled at the goosebumps you felt over your skin and smiled

"I'm glad you like it sugar, I want you to wear it when I'm not around, so you'll think of me, what do you say? Keep it next to your heart so your cowboy will be there as well, will you?" He looked at you with the softest gaze you'd ever seen. You nodded and kissed him.

"Don't worry about it, cowboy, you are already in my heart but I'll keep it with me forever" you promised him.

Good thing you did it, because when Jack never returned from that secret mission in Cambodia and all you got from Statesman was a box containing all his belongings he'd left in the office, you gripped your pendant at night, eyes shut closed as you thought of him and how much you loved your cowboy. He would always stay in your heart, just like your horse made of gold, and when you cried yourself to sleep at night, you silently prayed for a miracle one day, so he could return to you.

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A/N: I'm so so so so sorry besties, I didn't mean to write that, but it came out before I even realized it, now that I've broken my own heart I need to write something happy to fix it 😭😔

[penvisions]

by the firelight {jack daniels x reader}

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader

Summary: You enjoy a rustic dinner with your sweet cowboy.

Word Count: 637

Warnings: food, consumption of food, teasing banter, established relationship, hint of spice, nothin' too serious!

A/N: this was such a fun lil thing to make for the charcuterie board challenge hosted by @happypedrohours. i got jack and gouda for my wonderful pairing and i hope i did it justice!

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The heat from the campfire is sweltering; causing sweat to bloom in the backs of your knees, across the brow of your forehead, the spaces beneath your chest. All of your skin sensitive to the touch as it doesn’t seem to cool down like the man tending to the pot over the fire had claimed. The sun was setting but yet it wasn’t take the heat along with it, if anything it was only settling lower to the land.

“Food should be ready in a few, just want the cheese to get all crispy on top. Know you like a good crunch, don’t you sugar?” The twang of the man’s voice pulls you from your reverie, eyes lifting from the flames licking at the bottom of the grill plate and to the broad stretch of his shoulders in a plain white shirt. The man in question is turned to face you, the profile of his face stark against the brightness lighting him up from behind. His brow is raised in a teasing manner, his lips quirked up equally so.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh c’mon, sugar. This was the only time we could get away and you know it.”

You purse your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of agreement. But he was right, the ranch was busier than ever. His rodeo shows selling out and putting extra work on everyone, summer settling in nicely as the solstice finally dawns the season. It would be a busy one, his name making papers and articles online, everyone clamoring for a piece of the ‘Cowboy Wonder’, his photos holding his own atop a bucking horse everywhere bringing families and fawning women in droves.

The sharp scent of smoked chipotle catches your attention as it wafts in the steam from the closed pot, your face showing surprise. You knew he had run to the store that morning as you lay in bed, tired from the long workday of tending to the horses and then riding your own, both in the show and in the privacy of your shared home. The deal was you gather and keep track of the camping supplies while he gets the food and packs up the truck.

“Is that…?”

“Smoked chipotle gouda, you betcha!”

“Jack…” You can’t help the whine of your voice, that particular cheese was expensive. He had the money, you both did, but while you did enjoy the simple things in life, that was beginning to slowly shift as gifts and endorsements rolled in, ticket sales skyrocketing and higher cuts added to your checks. The ranch you worked for doing their best to keep you both happy as they gained renown.

But Jack is standing, placing the pot onto the small camping table he had set up beside the fire for him to chop and mix up stuff. His trademark stenson placed on the picnic table your seated at as he sidles up close to you. His large, calloused hands are cupping your face and his eyes are trained solely on you even as the sounds of the campsite ramp up all around, it truly was dinner time. You melt, much like the beloved cheese over what you were sure was his mother’s famous chili recipe bubbling in the pot. The flare of worry at the minor fortune spent on something he knew you liked waning as you feel him press a comforting kiss to your forehead, the hat you donned already removed.

“Only the best for my sugar. Nothing else will do.” He’s pressing his lips to your cheek, moustache tickling but you couldn’t care less as heat begins to consume you from the inside out. The feel of his hands around your waist, the press of his chest to your own, the breath he’s sharing with you now, all of it was worth it. The heat of the day turns into the heat of two bodies as the sun dips even lower, casting periwinkle and cotton candy pink streaks across the evening sky.

[levi-llama]

Whiskey w/ Autistic S/O Drabble

SFW

CW: Talks of Self Loathing, Anxiety, Sensory Overload, ASD

Coming home from the busy store had you overwhelmed. Arriving home you put the groceries down, but before putting them away, you run to your bedroom to change into your comfiest pair of lounge clothes. 

On your way back to the kitchen, you get stopped by your handsome husband, Jack. 

“Hey, darling, what’s wrong?” He had that caring look on his face and it almost made you break out into a sob. 

“Im just so overwhelmed! All the noises from the crowds shopping and the terrible fluorescent lights it just kills me!” You start to hiccup, “a-and-and it’s embarrassing! I wish I could function like a normal person for once!” You wrap your arms around yourself, putting pressure on your chest. 

“Oh, hunny. It’s okay to be different, I love you no matter what.” He gave his lopsided smile before brightening up. “Now what do you need me to do? Would you like your space or would you like my help?”

You swung your arms out in a ‘hug me’ gesture and whined “I need you, Jack.” 

He hugged you, putting pressure in between your shoulder blades to help calm you. 

When your relationship became serious and you told him about your autism, he decided to look up some resources to help care for you. He found out about the pressure hug that helps reduce the fight or flight response. 

You know how much whiskey reminds you that you don’t need to be insecure about your struggles and it has really helped you come out of your shell. 

“I love ya, darling. You’re safe with me.” He set a soft kiss on your forehead. 

[wildemaven]

first of all CONGRATS ON 1K BBY!!! You're amazing and deserve 10k more!!! may I ask for a blind drabble 25 and 40 with ezra please 👀👀

… Never Really Ends in Vegas

Wildemaven 1k Celebration

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Allusions to sex; no actual act, annoyance of a mustached man, talks of divorce, accidental marriage

A/N: Sweet Sil had picked Ezra, but I’ve never seen Prospect and didn’t feel like I could write for him with out knowing his character— so she gave me free reign on the character

Prompts: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."

Part 1

“This was the last time, no more!” Your breath short ragged puffs, your mind slowly regaining a grip on the reality of the situation at hand. 

Wanting to escape this musky sex filled apartment and the mustached man whom you can’t seem to shake, you decide to quit your stalling, throwing the wrinkled top sheet from your dewy, depleted body to make a break for the door. And you almost make it out of the bed, until two large arms are wrapping around your naked torso, pulling you back against a warm broad chest.

“See, you say that every time Darlin’, and each time I have a hard time believing’ ya.” Jack murmurs into the crook of your neck. “When you gonna admit you like this thing we got goin’ on?”

“There’s nothing to admit. It happened a few times and now it’s done— no more.” Your voice is laced with irritation, fighting the urge to stay and succumb to his convincing ways. 

“Do I sense some anger there, Darlin’?” He noses at your cheek, a kiss to your temple, his large hand tipping your face back to him, pressing a lazy kiss to your already kissed-out lips. 

"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly.” You mutter against his plush pout. “I have to go, one of us has to make enough money to pay for this annulment.” 

You extricate yourself from his arms, grabbing the clothes thrown about the room, pulling them on one by one, fixing your appearance in the mirror that hangs above his dresser. 

“Hey, how ‘bout you give me one of those gorgeous smiles of yours before you leave, let Jack know yer not mad at him for forgetting again.” He stares affectionately at your reflection from where he’s still laying in bed, propped up on one elbow and bedsheets draped over his hips. 

“I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Grabbing your purse and keys from the dresser, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you head for the front door. “You better be at the courthouse tomorrow, Jack!”

Leaning over the edge of the bed to watch your retreating form, he shouts before you’re able to slam the door shut, “Same time and place next week, Darlin’?”

Part 3

[something-tofightfor]

Ok I am working on SOMETHING and had planned on posting it throughout the day today to coincide with my birthday BUT since I am selfish and want people to actually SEE the things I post and not have them get lost in the flood of GG content we’re about to get:

Birthday smooch drabbles (all 9 of them!) will begin posting at 9 am EST tomorrow, January 8, 2024.

Who’s on the roster?

Din

Ezra

Joel

Tim

Frankie

Daniel

Marcus Pike

Jack

????????

Stay tuned.

[pedroslittlelady]

Omg this story!!! It was clearly written with so much love! How you describe the scenery and landscape and the beauty of their surroundings is so inspiring. Made my hermit ass want to leave the house and find some nature lol.

Could not stop reading this! After finishing I felt like I went on a little mind vacation with a handsome cowboy who showed me natures beauty and then let me ride him to my hearts content, thank you!! 🤭🥹🩷

Ps: Loved all the horse details, that’s such a cool thing to know about!

Palomino Masterlist

COMPLETE | Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed

Jack Daniels x F!Reader

Series tags: Dude ranch cowboy Jack AU | mini-series | solo travel romance | lots of horsey details | self-indulgent AF | set in Wyoming | no physical descriptions of Reader

Note: You guys voted for Palomino to be the next WIP after Consent, and who am I to refuse? But honestly, thank you for voting for Jack, because I've been dying to write this story. If you'd like to be tagged, please comment, reblog or sign up at my taglist.

Part 1: Palomino

Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.

Part 2: Buckskin

It's an eventful first day on the trail, to say the least.

Part 3: Dapple Grey

Tinder is a dangerous game. So is Never Have I Ever.

Part 4: Strawberry Roan

Jack pulls out all the stops for your birthday. All of them.

Part 5: Appaloosa

You and Jack play house for a day.

Part 6: Mustang

On the fifth day, you leave the Halfway House behind, and the conversation turns homeward.

Part 7: Fleabitten

You and Jack spend your last night together in the mountains - for now.

Part 8: Silver Pony

And just like that, your week at the Statesman Ranch comes to an end, leaving you grappling with the prospect of saying goodbye to Jack.

Part 9: Warmblood

The hardest goodbye you’ll ever say.

Oneshots

Peeks into Jack and Darlin's life after the end of the series.

Pressing: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.

Drabbles

Consider these deleted scenes from the series. Highly recommended reading as the drabbles cover scenes that I don’t have word count for in the main chapters.

Set during series: Béarnaise | If Only

Set after series: Real | Cowgirl Aesthetics

Chapter sneak peeks: two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

Headcanons: Silver Pony | Jack’s moustache | Jack and horses | Jack's guilty pleasures | Jack is king of the two step | Jack's allergies | Teak the artist

Bonus content

A Palomino Farewell

🎵 New! Palomino playlist🎵

Art by the most talented @guiltypleasure-art

A birthday message from cowboy Jack

Forever crying, screaming and throwing up from gratefulness that the amazing @guiltypleasure-girl drew this for my birthday 🥹

Cowboy yearning

There’s so much to scream about this masterpiece. This is the first time I’ve seen actual cowboy Jack and you won’t believe the way I literally collapsed at the sight of him. I still can’t believe that @guiltypleasure-girl brought him to life with her endless talent 🥰

Edit by the loveliest Heidi @wildemaven

Palomino edit

I was beside myself when I saw this. Heidi captured the mood of the series perfectly with these beautiful images, thank you so much again for making this gorgeous edit and sharing your talent with us ❤️

Moodboard by the sweetest Keira @k-ra

Moodboard

It was the loveliest surprise when Keira dropped this gorgeous moodboard in my inbox. This really is a piece of art, thank you so much for letting me share this with my readers ❤️

Palomino-inspired cocktail by darlin' Skye @iamskyereads

Recipe

I can't believe that Palomino now has its own cocktail!!! I'm so honoured that Skye created and shared this recipe with us. All the elements are perfect, from the Campfire whiskey (Darlin's favourite time of the day - snuggling with Jack by the fire), apple (If Only reference) and Ginger (who convinced Darlin' not to cancel the trip). I cannot wait to try this cocktail myself, thank you so so much my love ❤️

More notes: This is a very personal story to me as I grew up loving and riding horses. I've been lucky enough to go on several horseriding holidays, and I'm writing directly from experience - except the hot cowboy part, sadly. Even if you don't ride, I hope you enjoy this story, and I will be the happiest writer if I impart to you even a fraction of the joy of exploring the great outdoors from the back of a steady (or speedy) steed.

{ Inspo }

{ Main Masterlist | Taglist }

[pedrosyouknowwhat]

Falling from grace

You fall from grace as a group of raiders destroy your lavish community, taking in you as a macabre spoil of war

Warnings: Dark dark topics, noncon, abduction, mentions of killing a whole community, raider! characters, psychological, physical and sexual abuse, sexual slavery

Pairings: Dark! Joel Miller x reader, Dark! Javier Peña x reader, Dark! Marcus Acacius x reader, Dark! Oberyn Martell x reader, Dark! Agent Whiskey x reader, Dark! Dieter Bravo x reader, Dark! Frankie Morales x reader

Chapters:

Who owns you?

Clean

Someone's

Feather light touches

Defiled

Miller's

Breaking in (Part 1)

Breaking in (Part 2)

Breaking in (Part 3)

surrender

thunder

Drabbles

Period drabble

Before punching Acacius

Oscar Isaac Crossover

Aftermath?

cumplay

Headcannons

Feel comfortable to request any idea you’d like to see play out in the story; I’ll try either to integrate it or create a hc or drabble about it!

Love, Red

[creedslove]

✨ DRABBLE MASTERLIST ✨

✨ MAIN MASTER

(series and one shots) HERE

✨ HEADCANON MASTERLIST

• Masterlist ONE

• Masterlist TWO

✨ AGENT WHISKEY

• The horse pendant (angst)

✨ DAVE YORK

• Dave falling on his knees for you (fluff)

✨ JAVIER PEÑA

• We can't 💔 (angst)

• We can't 💔 PART TWO (angst)

• You're mine (fluff)

• Macarena 🎊 (fluff)

• La Lluvia 🌧️ (fluff)

• Being a boy dad (fluff)

✨ JOEL MILLER

• Joel meets you at the gym (fluff)

• Joel and you listen to music on the record player (fluff/smut)

• Don't do this (angst)

• Joel taking care of his sick baby (fluff)

• Your light (angst/fluff)

• His ✨ (smut/fluff)

✨ MARCUS PIKE

[waynes-multiverse]

Polaris – Series Masterlist

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, law enforcement themes (incl. serial killers, kidnappings, cartels etc.), marital themes (incl. divorce, cheating etc.), general emotional turmoil & an unhealthy amount of flashbacks

A/N: Inspired by this little Dirty Drabble I wrote about our favorite sheriff comes a series full of sexy heartbreak and a look into Beau Arlen’s past. Buckle up and get ready for another emotional ride ��

Main Masterlist || Beau Arlen Masterlist || Tag List

Chapter 1: Caught Up In A Moment

Chapter 2: No Signs, No Compasses

Chapter 3: Pour The Whiskey

Chapter 4: Rewind

Chapter 5: Illicit Affairs

Chapter 6: Curses And Cries

Chapter 7: Storm Coming

Chapter 8: Chemical Bonds

Chapter 9: Marooned

Chapter 10: It Matters

Chapter 11: You With Me

Chapter 12: Through

Chapter 13: Sure And Certain

|| SERIES COMPLETE ||

ONE SHOTS & OTHER:

Jurisdiction (Prequel)

[letsgobarbs]

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❃ MARCUS ACACIUS

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ His Priestess: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader.

◉ Marcus Acacius finds his life spared at the behest of a Vestal Virgin who faces unimaginable consequences for challenging the Emperors. Accused of unchastity and sentenced to a live burial, Acacius follows his saviour through her last night in this world. He knew the Gods could be merciless, but to tempt him with love before ripping her away from him was an act of cruelty he had not imagined. 

➙ His Young Wife: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader.

◎ A spin-off series of His Priestess. An alternate life of Acacius and his anaticula, where she never became a Vestal and they married young.

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ Marcus Acacius | Jodha Akbar (2008)

❃ HARRY CASTILLO

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ A FOOL'S TRIP: Harry Castillo x Wife!Reader.

◎ Just as Harry Castillo is about to divorce his wife, who is obsessively in love with him, he begins to hear her thoughts. And she doesn't seem to be as enamoured with him as she had led him to believe.

➙ The Oracle: Coming soon...

❃ DAVE YORK

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Homecoming: Dave York x Queer, Muslim!Reader.

◎ Just like any other war, coming home was no easy feat. He had returned from his fight with McCall more broken, lost and alone than ever before. He'd lost his friends, his brothers. His family had moved on with their lives. With both his legal and not-so-legal jobs on hold, he finds purpose, direction and an anchor in Maryam. She is the bright spot in a world he has stopped caring about, and far too sweet and innocent for the likes of him. Dave is nothing if not a selfish man, and he will find a way to bottle his personal ray of sunshine— if only he can convince her to take a chance on her friend’s ex-husband.

❃ PERO TOVAR

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ A Groom On The Bride Train: Hard of Hearing!Pero Tovar x Facially scarred, F!Reader.

◎ Short of employment opportunities in a cold winter, Pero decides to interview for the servant's post advertised on the tavern wall— a decision that lands him abducted and bundled into a wagon full of women, bound for a mysterious town where he is supposed to be married.

❃ JACK DANIELS

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Christmas With Jack And Marley: Jack Daniels x F!OC.

◉ Agent Whiskey invites himself to Agent Gin’s family Christmas celebration as a cover for a very important mission. He only has a day, just until the Christmas Gala Dinner, to complete his mission. But will he be able to complete his mission? And evade discovery? Especially with Gin’s niece watching him too closely over Christmas Eve.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Retired!Whiskey x Neighbour!Reader

❃ TIM ROCKFORD

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Love, Marriage & Affairs: Tim Rockford x F!Reader.

◉ Convinced your husband doesn’t want you, you turned to Jack for some help. The situation unravels and all secrets come to light.

❃ JOEL MILLER

❥ ONE-SHOTS

Just smut. You forgot to place an order with the local lumberjack that your boss Joel has asked you to. Logan takes a little fee to expedite your order; Joel doesn't like that Logan got to you first.

➙ Woodworking: Carpenter!Joel Miller x Reader x Lumberjack!Logan Howlett.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Joel Miller x Black, Muslim!Wife

➙ Sunflower Proposals: Joel Miller x F!Reader.

➙ Joel Miller with his family...

➙ Old Man!Joel Miller x Reader

❃ JAVIER PEÑA

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ The Plant Nanny: Javi P x GN!Reader.

Fluffy and sweet. Javier Peña fails to keep up with his New Year’s Resolution and reminisces about life with his sweetheart after quitting the DEA.

➙ Sari In A Bar: Coming soon...

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Javier Peña x Muslim!Reader

❃JAVI GUTIÉRREZ

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Crying Cryptids and Canoodling Cupids: Javi Gutiérrez x Plus Size F!Reader.

Javi G has a very bad day and accidentally makes his soulmate cry. Meet ugly.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ The Apple Orchard: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

➙ Javi G x F!Reader: Continuation of Crying Cryptids and Canoodling Cupids

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ The Poet: Javi Gutiérrez x Muslim!Poet

❃DIETER BRAVO

❥ DRABBLES

➙ So This Is Love?: Dieter Bravo x Muslim!Reader (Fic coming soon...)

➙ Dieter Bravo x Reader

❃FRANKIE MORALES

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Ramadhan With Frankie and Family: Frankie Morales x Muslim!Reader

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Stalker!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

❃CLINT FLOOD (Freaky Tales)

❥ DRABBLES

➙ They Don't Know Him Like You Do: Clint x Reader

❃KERMIT (Close Encounter 50th)

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Kermit (Pedro Pascal Close Encounter 50th) x AFAB!Reader

❃MARCUS PIKE

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ Marcus Pike x wheelchair user Reader

❃REED RICHARDS

➙ Reed Richards Series of Smutty Ideas

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[popcornforone]

Warming

Day 3 of the seasons of life Drabble challenge

A Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey Fic

MASTERLIST

Turns out Jack really is my least favourite Pedro character cos I don’t have any Gifs of him(sorry I’ve broken some of your hearts there) anyhow todays Prompt is Cozy, but this Fic is so much more than Cozy

Synopsis:- There’s a blizzard & no heating what will you do to keep warm.

Word Count:- 290

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! Unprotected PIV sex, sex to Keep warm, colleague to lovers, swearing, cock warming (yes it did only take me 3 days to get to naughtiness)

Thanks as always @lady-bess @berryispunk @fanfictionoverload for this. Hope you all enjoy. See you tomorrow.

He collapses on top of you. His body glistening in sweat. He’s panting just as much as you. His cum dripping out of you. After heavy breathing & calming down from both your orgasms he becomes your big spoon. The thick duvet & a blanket wrapping around you both. You hum feeling completely at ease & spent.

“Hmmm” you softly moan.

“Told you I’d make it nice & warm & cozy” says Jack.

“Was this always your plan Agent whiskey?” You ask turning your head to face him more. “Put us both in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the snow, during a blizzard, where the heating fails & the only way to keep warm is hot water bottles, blankets, bedding & therefore sex”

“No?” He then laughs “well not entirely” you scoff as he says this. “I didn’t plan on the blizzard & the lack of heating, but I hoped I’d get to know you more intimately while on this mission”

“Well I was never gonna say no to you Jack” you say snuggling against him. “This is very cozy in deed”

“I know what will make it better”

“What’s that’s… oooohhhh” your sopping pussy suddenly is filled again. His cock still hard, back inside where it was just plundering.

“God you’re so tight baby” he whispers in your ear.”so warm, so moist, so accommodating”

“Is this just cock warming or more Jack” you whimper, wanting your body to start to move against him. Arousal now pushing cozy feelings away. A desperate need for more intercourse with your partner.

“You tell me darling” he says & pushes his penis further inside you. “Cos I know this will warm us both up & occupy our time”

[wildemaven]

1000 kisses to you and here's my 2 prompt picks for the drabble thingie: 4 and 15 with Javier

Can't wait to see what it leads to 😘

call me javi | javier peña

pairing: javier peña x reader word count: 651 content warning: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, dancing, fluff, javier being protective and sweet, I don’t think there’s anything else note: sorry it took me so long to get to this!! I hope this works okay 💕 thanks for sending in your ask and for you support

“You're not as bad as everyone says you are.” You say loudly rather close to his ear, hoping he can hear over the booming music and crowded bar. 

It was a slow week at the embassy, which meant the DEA’s finest had a chance to let loose and enjoy themselves for once. 

Drinks flowing. Bodies grinding in tune with each song the DJ throws out, keeping the energy circulating throughout the small bar you all frequent regularly. 

Tonight would be like any other Friday with your fellow Agents, except this evening you find yourself drawn to one Agent in particular. 

His body has been firmly against yours for the better part of the evening, front and back. Hands holding you close no matter the pace of the song, selfishly worried you might drift away or find yourself in the arms of someone else. 

You lost count at the amount of times his lips brushed over your own ears. His constant need to check in with you had your chest tight and stomach full of fluttering desire. 

There was a small part of you that was feeling he might even like you. More than just a crush born from an evening of close proximity. There was never a thought that he would be, not with all the beautiful women constantly in his arms in all the years you’ve known him. 

With the way his warm brown eyes are so fixated on you says otherwise. His expression exchanged for something a little less brooding and a little more alluring. Hands still finding purchase by any means as you lean against the wall while his body shields you from onlookers. The dimly lit hallway near the back of the bar adds another layer of privacy. 

“Who’s everyone?” Javier’s voice is laced with a nervousness you’ve never heard before. The stoic demeanor he wears regularly now hangs up alongside his worn-in leather jacket. 

There’s a raspiness brought on by the pack of cigarettes he most likely blew through leading up to showing up here, even though he said he had other plans.

“Who do you think?” You smirk playfully at him, your fingers playing with the damp curls at the base of his neck. 

“Steve?” There was no need to even ask, he already knew how protective Steve was, rightfully so. Didn’t mean he still didn’t find his overbearing partner to be a pain in his ass, especially when it came to you. 

You nod in agreement, desperately trying to contain the laughter bubbling up as he huffs out  dramatically, shaking his head. The annoyance doesn’t last long though. The corners of his mouth lifting, revealing one of his best features. His smile makes you instantly weak and it has you prematurely looking forward to being on the receiving end of it forever. 

“Are you going to kiss me, Javier?” The prospect of his lips on you, in any capacity, had been overwhelming your every thought since he saddled up next to you at the beginning of the night.

Watching the way his lips formed every word he spoke. Cradling the edge of his glass on his plush lower lip as he sipped on his dry whiskey. Contorting in such a delicate way with each drag he pulled from his cigarette. 

They’re the softest lips you’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. Excruciatingly blissful, deliberately encompassing your own, as your brain silently screams for more. 

“Javi.” Javi. It rolls off his tongue like a sweet springtime honey. Each letter electric as he says it, leaving your mouth tingling as it brands itself to your soul. 

“Hmm?” Too consumed by him to form words. 

“You can call me Javi from now on.” There’s a permanence in the way he says it, something you both have to discuss once the hangovers have worn off tomorrow. 

“Kiss me again— Javi.” And he does well into the next morning. 

[lincolndjarin]

ride cowgirl! ★ (agent whiskey x reader)

(18+ mdni) pairings : agent whiskey x afab!reader summary : you like to make bets with your coworker for simple things, what happens when he decides he wants to raise the stakes? warnings & tags : no use of y/n, smut, sort of dubcon there's reluctance but everything is consensual, porn with plot, this ended up actually being mostly plot lmao, p in v sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, light bondage, use of restraints, fully clothed sex, pet names, size kink, praise, whiskey big dick truther word count : 2.3k a/n : first new fic post on the new blog!!! I had so much fun with this thank you so much to the person who requested it !! one of my google forms anon requests was for anything whiskey!! (I put the request at the end) this was the direction I went in >:) this was meant to be a drabble but I got carried away immediately. enjoy!! (this was edited super fast bc i'm tired after work lmao, so apologies for any mistakes)

It was a stupid deal. 

And you never should have made it. 

Of course it’s a little late for that now, when he’s already tying your hands behind your back with his ridiculous flask belt. 

“This wasn’t a part of the original agreement.” You grumble as he pulls the leather tight. That smug smile on his face. 

“You said, anyway I wanted it. This is how I want it.” He leans back against the headboard to admire his work. His eyes focused on the way your chest pushes out now with your arms forced behind you until you cough to get his attention. He takes his time before letting his eyes crawl back up to your face, still grinning ear to ear. 

“Can we just get this over with?” You groan. 

“Oh come on, gorgeous.” He’s loosening his tie, his smile never falters. “I already told you we don’t have to do this. I’ve offered you several outs and you keep turning them down. Besides,” He flashes his teeth at you in a toothy grin. “it’s no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

That’s exactly what he’d said when you’d made this deal a week ago. 

“I think I want your hat.” You said rather confidently. The two of you had a long standing rivalry. You were placing bets nearly every week at this point. The winner was whoever had the most successful missions. It had started off simple. The loser has to take the other out to dinner, or pay for drinks after a night out. 

After a few months of that you’d gone out with Whiskey more times then you’d gone on any dates. 

Then you decided to raise the stakes. 

The other person's paycheck that week, a piece of tech the other had, at one point your mothers phone number was on the line. (Thankfully that week you had won.)

This week you were feeling lucky. So you pointed at his cowboy hat, he was never seen without. 

“If I win I want your hat.” You cock your head to the side, smirking. 

“You have a hat already.” He was typing up a mission report, you had come in as you always did on Monday mornings. 

“Nice observation agent, how’d you figure that out?” You took a pen from the mug on his desk, rapidly clicking it in an attempt to get under his skin. “That doesn’t change my mind, I don’t want my hat. I want yours.”

He sighs in irritation, taking the pen from you and moving the mug to the other side of his computer. 

“And if you win you can have mine.” You flick the rin of his hat as you say it and he finally turns to glare at you. 

“I don’t want your hat, I already have a hat.” 

“Someone’s in a bad mood today.” You whisper theatrically as he turns back to his work. 

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to get through darlin’ so let’s hurry this up.” 

“I already told you. I want your hat, if you don’t want mine then pick something else.” 

He turns in his desk chair completely to face you now. Annoyance visible on his face. 

“If I win, then you wear my hat.” As he speaks he cracks the first smile you’ve seen on him all morning. 

“You aren’t making any sense, are you still waking up? Do you want me to go get you some coffee?” You laugh but he leans forward. Even though you were up on the desk and he was in his chair he was still nearly face to face with you. 

“Darlin’ you can be so cute sometimes.” You have no idea what he means but his voice has a condescending tone that makes you scowl. 

“Stop being coy and just clarify.” His first signs of a smile turn into a full blown grin. 

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” He whispers, you’re about to slap him for making such a crass joke but he looks completely serious. 

“That’s not funny. What do you really want?” You pray he doesn’t see the goosebumps on your arms at his words, you spend so much time with him yet he’s never made a pass at you. You’ve watched him hit on countless women these last few months but he’s never turned his attention towards you quite like this. 

“I told you. You win, you get my hat. I win, you wear it.” He has to be messing with you. You want to believe that he’s just trying to push your buttons but you know purely based on the way he looks at you that he couldn’t be more serious. 

It’s an insane offer. But it’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Who wouldn’t be curious about what he must whisper to get women to come home with him, what he must promise them. 

Stop. You can’t seriously be considering this. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously I’m not doing that.” You get up to leave. Embarrassed by the entire situation. 

“You win, you get my hat and the Bronco. I win, you wear the hat.” You’re already walking out when he says it and you stumble a bit before turning back to stare at him slack jawed. 

“You’d give me your car?” The disbelief in your tone is palpable. 

“If you won.”

And you just couldn’t say no. It was too good of an offer. 

So you set up ground rules. 

You wanted your clothes to stay on, at least as much as possible for the situation. Which he agreed to, so long as the two of you did it “how ever he wanted.” You didn’t realize until much later what that entailed. And of course there was the fact that he wanted you to enjoy it. An odd request all things considered, but he said it was important to him that you had a good time. 

“It's no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

He had insisted that if you weren’t into it that he would stop, especially if he thought you were faking it. 

Once everything was decided the two of you shook hands. 

And then, by some cruel trick of fate, you had fumbled not one, not two, not even three, but all of your missions that week. A feat that has never happened to you in the entire history of your employment with Statesman. 

So that’s how you ended up like this. 

Fully clothed other than your discarded panties, straddling your most annoying coworker, who’s sitting underneath you, dressed the same as always except his pants are unzipped, with his belt around your wrists. 

“Just let me know when you’re ready darlin’, take your time. I can wait all night, I've got nothing else planned.” 

You could tell him no. You should. You just don't want to.

The second you did he would take the belt off your wrists, hand you your panties (the ones you pretended you didn’t see him shove in his pocket when you threw them on the bed,) and send you on your way. And he’d do it all with a smile. 

Of course you can’t let that happen, that would just mean that he’s won, again. 

He wouldn’t even tell anyone, not that anyone knew about the deal to begin with. But he’d never tease you for bailing, he’d just make you live with the knowledge that you bit off more than you could chew. 

And worst of all, if you had won, you know for a fact that he would have handed over the keys to his car with zero hesitation. 

So you roll your eyes and nod. 

He clicks his tongue, leaning forward, his hands rub your thighs, pushing your skirt up further. 

“Tell me you want it sweetheart.” He taunts, making you sigh loudly. 

It’s not that you don’t want it. God knows you want it. You crave it. But you can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“I want it.” You say, almost comically emotionless which has him frowning, sitting up straighter. 

“Let’s just call it. You clearly don’t, and I’m not interested in an unenthusiastic partner.” He begins to lift you off of his hips but you push against him, properly sitting yourself in his lap. 

“Give me a second, Jesus. I’m not even warmed up, just- I need a minute. We’re doing this.” There’s a determination in your voice that stops his efforts.

There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. 

“Do you want me to… warm you up?” It’s the first time he’s dropped the cocky facade since you started this ordeal. 

“No. I think I’m okay. Let’s do this.” You nod a few times, almost like you’re hyping yourself up. The two of you hadn’t factored in a lot of the logistical details of this deal, more specifically foreplay. 

As he pulls himself out of his jeans you’re starting to wish that you had. He isn’t even completely hard yet and you aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to take all of it. 

He unceremoniously spits into his hand before gripping himself at the base, steadily stroking himself. 

It’s like he’s a porn star and you’ve got front row seats to a private show. 

You’re close enough that when he leans forward, softly grunting, his face brushes against yours. His cock becoming fully erect in his hand, you hope he doesn’t hear you gulp. 

As he jerks himself off, his free hand reaches up, removing his hat before placing it onto your head. It’s a little too big for you so it tilts to one side. He gives you a lopsided grin before picking up his pace. You watch with wide eyes. 

He’s too big. 

In every way possible. 

He’s too long, he’s too thick, he’s simply too much. 

And you can’t tell him that. He’s smug enough as is, if you say “actually nevermind. you’re dick’s too big I couldn’t possibly fuck you.” he’ll be even more insufferable than he already is. But much to your chagrin he already knows what you’re thinking. 

“You still sure you don’t want me to warm you up?” His nerves are clearly gone as he chuckles before hissing through his teeth. His thumb brushes over his pink, weeping tip. 

“I’m fine. Ready when you are.” Not true. 

“Maybe I could free your wrists. You can do it yourself if you don’t want me to do it.” He’s reaching behind you and you once again halt his efforts. 

“No. We’re doing this your way.” 

You’re certainly overestimating your abilities, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

You scoot forward in his lap until his cock is resting between your thighs. You sit up on your knees and he lines himself up at your entrance. 

“Last chance to back out, sugar.” With that final taunt from him you sink down onto him without warning. Barely taking more than an inch before you drop your chin to your chest so he can’t see your face as he simultaneously leans back to rest against the headboard once more. 

It feels like he’s splitting you in half. 

His hands return to your thighs. His palms splayed against you as his thumbs rub comforting circles against your flesh. 

The sting is all you can think of but buried beneath it all is a heat that threatens to consume you. 

You lift your head to look at him. He’s lost a bit of his bravado as he runs his fingers through his hair. You don’t give him (or yourself to be fair) a chance to adjust. You have a desperate need to watch him unravel despite the ache between your legs. 

You take a deep breath before you take nearly half of him in one rock of your hips. 

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the heat in your stomach is bubbling over as you let out a moan you’ve never heard from yourself before. His grip on your thighs is tight enough now that you’re certain you’ll have to wear a longer skirt tomorrow. 

“Christ darlin’.” He stutters out, his eyes are squeezed shut and you couldn’t be more proud. 

“Is this enthusiastic enough for you?” You manage to grunt out between your small gasps. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a yes.

You have to wait longer this time before moving again, you wait until the pain eases itself away and is replaced with that heat you’ve been pursuing. Only then do you try taking more of him, you don’t manage all of it but you take most of him after a bit of effort. The entire time his eyes are trained on you, a look of admiration on his face. 

“You are something else, gorgeous.” He whispers.

His low drawl shoots straight to your core and god you’re sure he knows it. He whimpers when your walls clench around him.

You haven’t even started properly riding him and you’re close. 

The way he fills you has you seeing stars. You would love to try and banter with him right now, tease him, but you’re too far gone. Too focused on the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he lets out a soft whine before squeezing your hips.

“Let me touch you, please.” He mutters breathlessly.

You aren’t one to deny good southern manners. 

You give him a nod and he wastes no time as he rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers frantically, like he’s trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You’re confused as to why for only a moment because your climax approaches so rapidly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Your hips stutter as you sit, finally fully impaled on his length, in an instant your vision is a searing hot white. His hat tilts forward on your head, briefly covering your eyes. You’re left breathless in his lap, when you come down from your high he’s grinning at you.

“I win again darlin’.” 

You groan as you recall the conversation you’d had right before he had tied your hands behind your back. 

“If I finish first you can have my hat, if you do, then I get to finish inside you.” 

“Absolutely not.”

“If I finish first you can have the Bronco.”

“...Fine.”

a/n : requester ily, thank youuu

[whxtedreams]

When they’re ill / injured 

Summary: Small drabbles about how they let you help them when they're ill or injured.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Injury, knife wounds, blood, fear, drug use, fluff.

Characters: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Prince Oberyn, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, Frankie Morales

a.n. yeah, so I'm a health worker (admin) and literally thought of this at work while going over forms, wrote dot points on sticky notes and smashed this out in my lunch break. Enjoy!

Joel Miller

Main cause for concern: Injury: lower back  

Joel hides his pain from you for all of three hours. When you finally realise, he doesn't actually know you’re in the room. He gets up from a chair and grunts in pain, his hand shooting to his back as he supports himself on the dining table with his other hand. He jolts when he hears your voice when you ask if he’s okay, only making him hiss in pain when he moves. He tells you he’s fine, of course he does. You know he’s not. After multiple attempts to convince him to go to the clinic in the Q.Z., he finally gives in with a grunt. He huffs, mutters and grumbles the whole time he’s there, making sure he lets everyone know he’s fine. He’s not though: his back is fucked. 

Summary: the poor guy just lifted something.  

Din Djarin 

Main cause for concern: Injury: Knife wound; left arm 

Din shut himself in the refresher the moment he got back to the ship. Normally you would let him do whatever he needed to do after hunting a bounty, but the small blood trail he left in his wake worried you. You knock on the door but hear nothing but the clatter of Beskar falling to the floor. You knock again and ask if he needs any help but he just tells you to leave him. You don’t, though; you can’t. You sit with your back to the refresher door and wait. Wait, just in case he needs you. 

When the door finally does open, you look up from where you sit on the floor and he kneels in only his flight suit and helmet. He softly grabs your chin to look at his shielded face. He assures you he’s okay, but you can’t be sure. You lift the sleeve of his shirt to see the wound for yourself, your eyes softening with worry. A painfully long, jagged cut from his wrist to elbow scars his skin, and you hear the hiss from under his modulator as you reach up to touch it. You suggest that maybe this time he goes to a medical clinic. His fingers rest on your cheek as he sighs, telling you that you know why he can’t. He lets you patch him up after that after he wipes a tear from your cheek. 

Summary: just another scar for you to trace later.

Prince Oberyn

Main cause for concern: Illness: flu

He’s been in isolation in his chambers for four days now. You’ve stopped by his door each morning and night to check on him, only to be turned away by his guards. You were worried. But finally, on the fourth night when you arrive at his door, he calls for you. The guards let you in and your heart aches as you see him struggling to breathe and blankets sprawled over his body. He missed you, he tells you before he coughs. He motions for you to stop as you walk towards his bed but you do not care if he gets you sick, you just want him to feel better. You gather washcloths and wet them with cold water and lay them on his face, a soft sigh of relief settling in his chest. My sweet little dove, he calls you as his wrist weakly curves around yours as you sit beside his naked, shivering, sweating body. You end up in bed with him, running nails up and down his back as he grips onto your body heat, slowly lulling him to sleep. You pray to the gods that he’ll be better soon. You miss your Prince. 

Summary: it’s literally just a basic ass flu, he’s fine. But everyone deserves to be cared for. 

Javier Peña

Main cause for concern: Injury: gunshot wound, shoulder. 

He desperately tried to hide it from you, even as he began to dial your number multiple times throughout the night, only to throw the phone across the room. He didn’t want you to worry, didn’t want to see you panic. He spends the night in hospital before Steve eventually tells you the next morning assuming you already knew. You didn’t. You rush to the hospital, thinking the worst. You find his room and when you arrive your chest is heaving as your eyes frantically search him for injury. I’m okay baby, really, he whispers as you fall into a hug. And he does feel okay as he takes in the smell of your hair, the comfort you bring him as you hug him. You’re angry at him, furious at him for keeping you in the dark. But that feeling is only temporary, because he’s okay. He’s breathing. He’s alive. 

Summary: Hugs are healing.

Agent Whiskey 

Main cause of concern: Injury: Lasso burn 

He’s a fucking idiot and you make sure you tell him that after he tried to show off a new move. He was trying to impress you, and god, it would have if he didn’t whip himself and burn a massive line down his leg. He had shouted out in pain but tried to down play it as he came limping back over to you like a wounded puppy. Of course he was still flirting with you as you tried to assess the wound, asking you to kiss it better. You roll your eyes and kiss his leg beside his wound and the idiot tells you he’s healed, that your mouth is all he needs. It is in fact not any better when you drag him to the Kingsman med bay. As he lays on his stomach with your hand in his and the nurses have patched him up, he asks you to kiss him better again. You do. 

Summary: He’s an idiot. But he’s your idiot.  

Frankie Morales

Main cause for concern: OD poisoning

You get the call at eleven at night while you’re soaking in a bath. When you answer Fankie is freaking out, blabbering about brownies. You tell him to slow down, and he takes it literally. His words are dragged as he mentions the brownies again, how he feels poisoned. You sigh as you pull yourself from the bath, you let him know you’ll be over as soon as you can. 

When you do arrive at his house, he's laying on the living room floor. You stand above him, arms crossed over your chest as you raise an eyebrow. His hands are in the air as his eyes are fascinated by his fingers moving. He tells you he ate half a tray of “special” brownies and he honestly thought they were weak because they didn't do anything but then it just hit him like a truck and he can now both feel every bone in his body and also nothing. He laughs then, and then doesn’t stop. Somethin’ wrong with those brownies, he laughs and you smile, trying not to laugh. You look over at the tray as he goes to take another and you quickly rush to pick up the tray and he actually pouts at you as his fingers wiggle for the tray. Ah-no way, you scoff as you toss them in the bin. You end up pulling him off the floor and he pukes on the floor beside you, just missing you. Taking you to the ER, you sigh as you take hold of his hand and tug for him to follow you. 

When you do get to the ER, he sits beside you in the waiting room and his head rests on your shoulder and his arm wrapped around yours as you wait. A soft content smile is plastered on his face and you carefully run your fingers through his hair, pulling soft sighs from him. Feel funny, he sighs and you hum. Love you so much, he says as he nestles himself even further against your body. When he’s finally taken in to be put on a drip, he tugs you along with him, muttering he needs you.   

Summary: Eating half a tray of pot brownies was probably not a good idea. Actually –eating half a tray of normal brownies probably isn’t a good idea either tbh.  

[pascalpvnk]

december & january fic recs list

hello! welcome to the second installment of my end of the month(ish) fic recs posts :) listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

important post regarding TLOU + Neil Druckmann’s Zionism!!

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

fic rec masterlist // main masterlist

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

drabbles

untitled [joel cares for you when you're ill] - @undercoverpena (soft!joel miller x reader) snooze - @tightjeansjavi (joel miller x f!reader) untitled [first date arm appreciation] - @softlyspector (joel miller x f!reader)

oneshots

Joel Miller

sweet thing* - @honeyedmiller (jackson!joel x sunshine!f!reader) study days with joel* - @bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) joel nye, the science guy* - @endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) love shack - @pascalispretty (joel miller x gn!reader) do you like it here?* - @/endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) a burning desire - @/honeyedmiller (firefighter!joel miller x f!reader) hiraeth* - @/honeyedmiller (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) ripe* - @hier--soir (preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader) teacher's pet* - @javiscigarette (joel miller x virgin!f!reader) the way he was - @cavillscurls (joel miller x reader) a lesson in condom sense* - @joeloverture (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) softness - @joelsgreys (post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader) texas hold 'em* - @sweetercalypso (joel miller x f!reader) yellow bird* [from whiskey sour universe] - @kiwisbell (joel miller x f!reader) sick days with joel miller - @/bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) caught the bug - @mrsmando (joel miller x f!reader) warm me up* - @/tightjeansjavi (game!joel miller x f!reader) your heart, a sonnet - @kedsandtubesocks (author!joel miller x f!reader) will you show me?* - @eupheme (no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess) untitled request [body insecurity comfort] - @forever-rogue (joel miller x f!reader) like nothing matters* - @sp00kymulderr (joel miller x afab!reader) yours and mine, mine and yours - @morallyinept (no-outbreak!joel miller x pregnant!afab!reader) untitled* [body worship] - @/softlyspector (joel miller x afab!reader)

Frankie Morales

sweet treat [part I // part II] - @/mrsmando (sweet!frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) worship* - @/tightjeansjavi (frankie morales x f!reader) birthday girl* - @ilovepedro (frankie morales x plus-size!latina!f!reader) pickup truck* - @luxurychristmaspudding (frankie morales x f!reader) end up here* - @inthe-dark-tonight (frankie morales x f!reader) hungry* - @/endlessthxxghts (frankie morales x f!reader) stalemate* - @joelscurls (frankie morales x f!reader)

Javier Peña

use me* - @palioom (javier peña x f!reader) knead - @/tightjeansjavi (javier peña x f!reader) nights are so starry, blood moonlit* - @janaispunk (javier peña x f!reader)

Misc.

blue jean baby* - @fettuccin-e (agent whiskey x afab!fem!reader) peeta mellark: your loser boyfriend* - @zombatss (peeta mellark x afab!reader) more than friends* - @gracieheartspedro (best friend!ellie williams x f!reader) let me be needed* - @/luxurychristmaspudding (din djarin x f!sex worker!reader)

series

i know it when i see it* [part six*] - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader) catfish* - @/tightjeansjavi (fisherman!frankie morales x bartender!reader) cherry thrill* [lights*] - @hellishjoel (tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!f!reader) the checklist* [hot & cold* // take my breath away* // what's in the bag*] - @thetriumphantpanda (joel miller x f!reader) your needs, my needs - @/gracieheartspedro (cowboy!joel miller x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :') i was having so many formatting issues lmao. thank you all for sharing your wonderful fics xx