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wannabe writer. nineteen. free palestine, congo, and gaza. she/her/hers.

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normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3
reaching the angsty part of the fic that I chose for the angst
stayed up all night reading a fanfic n it turned out to be incomplete and it hasnât been updated in 3 years
people without any whimsy scare me. why are you like that. where are your trinkets.

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Whining âyouâre so meannnâ while Iâm bouncing on his dick like a bunny
i got back into gta
sneaky link explicit 18+ joel, raw, keeping quiet
imagine joel canât sleep his dick is so fucking hard thinking about you, so he texts you to come over with a photo of his long bricked up dick print. youâve been his sneaky link for a while and you always take his dick so good. but his house is full, tommy and sarah and family alike staying in rooms not far from his. so when youâre over, stripping your panties to get right down to business and scratch the itch you both have been needing so fucking bad, he puts a finger to his lips and a palm over your mouth. and you mount him, rubbing your clit and your lips to drench the entirety of that needy dick of his, your mouth still muffled and covered. little sighs here and there while youâre sighing. but joel goes fucking bananas hearing how youâre already wetting his dick up the way only you could. something his hand and some porn identical to you just canât accomplish. he sighs louder than you do, raising his thick hairy hips up to meet your pussy in the middle of that dirty grind, keeping it slower for the inevitable creak of the bed.
joel feels heâs in heat. maybe itâs because thereâs a full house that could very well hear the unsavory things he wants to tell you while heâs getting drooled and slid on by that pussy, also could just be the danger of knowing he shouldnât making him want to even more.
you tease him, tell him to shush when you line up that girthy head. slide it in and fill yourself ever so slowly. joel hisses and knows itâs gonna be a wet fuck, it always is, that pussy clenching and swirling around on him. skilled and obscene like a stripper on a pole. his tummy is tense, already in holding-back-the-cum mode, groaning low and sweet while you gyrate those hips and pull him out, spitting down on his dick, then slipping him right back in. the creaks of the bed arenât noticeable yet. could pass for him just tossing and turning in his sleep. not getting cream dripping all the way down to his balls.
His good girl - part 2
Summary: You continue to push the envelope of what Joel allows; and he reluctantly lets you.
CW: 18+ only. MDNI. DDDNE. INCEST. Reader pursues Joel. Donât like? Donât read.
Wordcount: 1,300. Part 1 here
It had started out innocently enough. Or, thatâs what Joel thought.
He didnât always slip into sweatpants or pjs before youâd watch your nightly movie; so you started reminding him when he âforgot.â Pretty soon you had Joel trained, to change out of his stiff, dirty work clothes as soon as he walked in the door, because, âitâs more comfortable that way, Daddy.â
You knew just the right way to say things, that made too much sense to Joel for him to protest.
What Daddy didnât know, was that youâd secretly noted that his dick and balls were much more distinguishable beneath thin pj pants vs his thick work jeans. It meant you were that much closer to the forbidden territory you desired so much.
nghhhhh
John had you straddled over his lap in the hotel bed, naked, and moaning uncontrollably. He still had his clothes on, only his shirt unbuttoned, and his fingers curled into your weeping cunt. Slick ran down his hand and to his wrist before seeping into the denim of his jeans.
âOhmygod- John..â Your eyes rolled back as you felt white hot pleasure bolt down to your lower stomach, your walls clenching around his fingers. He cracked a grin watching your writhe on his fingers, seeing you mewl and squirm. You rolled your hips against his hand, his long fingers hitting all the right spots.
You panted, tipping your head back and closing your eyes. You braced your hands on the sheets to hump into his hand faster. âOh fuck,â you breathed in utter bliss. âFuck yes! Donât stop,â
John looked at you with half lidded eyes, his hardened cock twitched in his pants, but he could watch you all day long use his fingers to get yourself off. âAtta girl.â He murmured, his free hand lovingly tapping the side of your ass a few times.
His thumb teased your clit, coming up to swipe over it a few times. You whined in a high pitched tone, roughly rolling your hips at the sudden touches to that puffy bud of nerves. âYesyesyes, keep doing that, keep-â another loud moan fell from your lips.
Johnâs thumb worked over your clit in steady circles as you fucked yourself nearly to dumbness on his fingers. Your back arched, a high pitched sound coming from your bitten lips.
âYou gonna come, sweetheart?â You could hear the smirk in his voice as his thumb picked up the pace. You nodded dumbly, eyes still shut and head still tipped back. âYes⌠yesâŚâ you whispered.
John curled his fingers tightly into your spongy walls, you wailed as he hit the perfect spot. âJohn! John- ohmygod! John~â You leaned back up, one hand bracing on his shoulder as the other held his wrist in a vice. âJesus Christ, darlinâ,â he couldnât help but scoff a small chuckle at you. So needy, so pliant, filled with the greed for his fingers. God you were perfect.
You opened your eyes briefly only to crash your lips down onto his as you humped over his lap. He swallowed every moan that fell from your mouth, his tongue licking into it. You could hardly swipe your tongue into his, heavy pants escaping.
âYou gonna come for me, baby? Hmm?â He rasped deeply against your lips. You nodded, âmhmm! Yes,â a high whine left you. âOh fuck- yes!â Your eyes squeezed as you felt that familiar coil in your belly tighten. you panted heavy and loud as your gripped his shoulder and wrist tighter.
You could feel everything all at once. How his fingers rubbed against your walls, how they stretched you âburning slightlyâ, how your erected nipples would catch on the fabric of his shirt every so often.
Your hips moved faster over his hand, rolling uncontrollably to chase that high you so desperately needed. âThatâs it, darlinâ.â John kissed down your neck. âFuckinâ use me, baby.â
That had done it for you. You came with a loud cry, your cunt constricting Johnâs fingers. His thumb rubbed and rolled your clit with the perfect speed that had you drenching his hand in your come. âThatâs it, my girl.â He kissed up your neck gently. You panted and fell forward into his shoulder, your death grips on his shoulder and wrist letting go.
His fingers still worked inside you, riding out your high until you were twitching with overstimulation. You whined and jerked your hips and he finally slipped them out of you.
With his arm wrapped around your back he bright his used up fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. You watched with a half lidded gaze, but a fire was still lit behind them. You shifted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you sucked on his neck.
He groaned and squeezed your ass with his other hand. âNever met a woman with so much stamina.â He joked as he finished licking his fingers clean. You giggled against his heated skin, âdonât you worry, Iâll get my moneys worth outta ya.â
âWhatchu mean?â He gave your ass a playful smack. âThis is all free! From the goodness of my heart!â He laughed before tucking his head into your neck to attack it with little bites and kisses. You squealed and tried to shove him off.
âBetter be lover boy! If I was payinâ Iâd be hundreds of dollars in debt!â You laughed as you lightly tugged on his hair before planting your lips against his.
âAinât no money in the fuckinâ world that could pay for a view this good.â His low rumble came between kisses as his hands roamed your body.

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Soft and Mean
Summary: short thoughts on some of the times when Joel is soft and Tommy is mean.
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Is this something? Idk. The return to studying this week has kicked my ass 𼲠more than happy to put together an oposite version if its wanted!! Anyhow! Enjoy<3
Warnings?- smut, dirty talk, general pornnnn
Thinking about the juxtaposition between a softer Joel and a meaner Tommy. Walk with međââď¸
mean tommy is so hot đŠ
The sheriffâs daughter and her outlaw;
Arthur Morgan x reader!
Warnings: pinv, dirty talk, praise, degrading, secret relationship, getting caught, multiple orgasms, Idrk what else. Sorry I havenât uploaded much, Iâll be more consistent, I promise!!
The moon hangs low over Valentine, a tarnished silver coin smudged by coal smoke drifting from the saloonâs chimney.
You adjust the hood of your cloak tighter around your face, the wool scratchy against your cheeks, as you slip between the shadows of the general store and the stables.
The smell of hay and horse piss clings to the air, but beneath itâleather, gunpowder, and the faintest hint of whiskey.
Youâd know that scent anywhere.
A calloused hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you backward into the alleyâs gloom.
Your pulse skyrockets, but the heat of his chest against your spine stills you before panic can take root.
âAinât exactly subtle, princess,â Arthur murmurs, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice is a low rasp, the kind that slithers under your skin and coils in your belly.
âWalkinâ around in broad moonlight like you want your daddyâs deputies to catch you slumminâ.â
You elbow him halfheartedly, twisting in his grip until youâre face-to-face.
Even in the dark, his smirk is infuriatingly vividâcrooked, smug, framed by stubble that glints faintly gold where the moonlight catches it.
âItâs midnight,â you hiss, âand Iâm not the one who left a damn map in my saddlebag. What kind of outlaw uses stationery?â
He barks a laugh, loud enough to make you flinch, but he sobers when you glare. âCareful,â you whisper, glancing toward the sheriffâs office across the street.
The lanterns inside are dim, but the silhouette of your fatherâbroad-shouldered, hat tilted lowâis unmistakable as he paces behind the gauzy curtain.
Arthur follows your gaze, his thumb brushing the hollow of your throat. âRelax. Old manâs too busy nursinâ his pride after I lifted that payroll coach.â
His fingers trail lower, skimming the lace edging of your chemise where it peeks above your corset. âBesides⌠you like the risk. Ainât that why you keep sneakinâ out here?â
You swallow hard, his touch igniting a familiar ache between your thighs. âI donât sneak. I⌠investigate.â
âInvestigate?â He arches a brow, crowding you against the splintered wall of the stable. The wood bites into your back, but you donât pull away.
âThat what you call ridinâ out to Cumberland Falls last week? âInvestigatedâ my cock real thorough, as I recall.â
Heat floods your cheeks. âYouâre vile.â
âAnd youâre lyinâ.â His knee nudges your legs apart, the rough denim of his jeans scraping your inner thigh.
âCâmon. Admit it. You think about me when youâre sittinâ pretty in that sheriffâs parlor, sippinâ tea with your pinky out. Wonder what Iâm doinâ. If Iâm thinkinâ âbout you.â
You open your mouth to retort, but his palm slams against the wall beside your head, cutting you off. âTell me.â
The command unravels you. âYes,â you breathe. âEvery day. Every damn second.â
His grin turns feral. âKnew it.â In one motion, he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you deeper into the alley.
The brick of the jailhouse looms to your left, its barred windows dark, but the proximity to your fatherâs domain sends a thrill skittering down your spine.
Arthur pins you against the cold stone, his mouth crashing onto yours. The kiss is all teeth and desperation, his tongue claiming yours with a hunger that mirrors your own.
You claw at his coat, yanking it open, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. âEasy,â he growls. âWe got time.â
âDo we?â You strain against his grip, arching your hips to grind against the hard line of his arousal. âWhat if someone sees?â
He nips at your lower lip, drawing a gasp. âLet âem. Let the whole town see their precious sheriffâs girl gettinâ ruined by a thief.â
His free hand slips beneath your skirts, calloused fingers skating up your stockinged thigh. âBet theyâd pay good money to watch.â
You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as his fingers find your soaked underwear. âChrist,â he mutters against your lips. âDrippinâ through your damn drawers. This what you wanted? Hmm? Wanted me to fuck you right here against your daddyâs jail?â
âYes,â you whimper, bucking into his touch. âPleaseâArthurââ
He tears your underwear down your thighs, the fabric ripping at the seams, and spits into his palm.
Instead of diving in, he traces your folds with a single finger, smirking when you jerk against the wall. âEasy now,â he purrs. âWouldnât want you coming too quick.â His finger circles your entrance, applying just enough pressure to make you whine.
When he finally pushes inside, itâs only to the first knuckle. âFuck, look at you,â he growls, watching your face as he retreats.
âBlushinâ like a virgin but takinâ my fingers like a whore.â He adds a second finger, crooking them upward to stroke that sweet spot. âThere we goâeyes rollinâ back already. Knew youâd fall apart with a little attention.â
You cry out, but he slaps his other hand over your mouth, muffling the sound. âQuiet, girl. Unless you wanna explain to Papa why youâre spread open for an outlaw.â
The humiliation burns, but it only stokes the fire in your core.
His pace quickens, then slowsâmaddening, calculatedâas he leans close to whisper, âBet youâd let me ruin you in your daddyâs office if I asked. Spread you over his desk while heâs out chasing shadows.â
The image sends a shockwave through you. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, but he withdraws completely, tutting.
âUh-uh. Not yet.â He drops to his knees, hooking your leg over his shoulder. âLetâs see if you taste as sweet as you beg.â
His tongue flicks your clit onceâa lightning strikeâbefore pulling back. âArthur!â
âWhatâs the magic word, princess?â
âPlease! Please donât stopââ
He rewards you with broad strokes of his tongue, lapping at your arousal while his fingers resume their assault.
You fist his hair, torn between shoving him closer and fleeing the overwhelming sensation. âThatâs it,â he rasps against your thigh. âThatâs my girl.â
The orgasm hits like a stagecoach crashâviolent, all-consumingâyour thighs clamping around his head as you quiver.
He drinks every drop, groaning like a man starved, before rising to tower over you. âGood girl,â he croons, wiping his mouth. âNow letâs see how well you take my cock.â
His belt buckle clinks as he frees himself, thick and flushed in the moonlight. âTurn around.â
You hesitate, glancing toward the sheriffâs office. The curtain twitchesâa shadow movingâbut Arthur grips your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. âEyes on me, darlinâ. Unless you wanna call this off.â
The challenge ignites something reckless in your blood. You spin, bracing your palms against the jailhouse wall, and hike your skirts up around your waist.
The night air bites at your exposed skin, but Arthurâs heat envelops you as he presses close, his cock nudging your entrance.
âPlease,â you beg, shameless now.
He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a welt, the sting blending with the throbbing between your legs. âBegginâ already? Youâre gettinâ soft.â
He teases your slit with his tip, smearing your arousal but refusing to enter. âTell me what you want.â
âFuck meâpleaseââ
With a dark chuckle, he sheathes himself halfway, pausing to let you adjust. âThereâs my girl,â he murmurs, kneading your hips.
âTakining me so good.â He retreats almost completely, dragging a whimper from your throat. âShhh⌠I got you.â
The next thrust buries him to the hilt, stealing your breath. âFuck,â he groans, hips snapping forward.
âAlways so tight. Like youâre tryinâ to milk me dry.â His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back. âImagine if your daddy walked out right now. Saw his little angel takinâ my cock like a whore.â
You clench around him involuntarily, and he chuckles darkly. âKnew youâd like that. Dirty little secretâs the best part, ainât it?â
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming you into the wall only to retreat torturously slow.
Youâre close again, so close, when he stills completely, buried deep.
âNot yet.â He grinds his hips in tight circles, the head of his cock massaging that sweet spot. âWant you to feel this tomorrow when youâre playinâ dutiful daughter.â
âArthurâI canâtââ
âYou can.â He nips your earlobe. âMy good girl can take it, canât she?â His hand slips between your legs, thumb pressing hard on your clit. âCum. Now.â
You bite into his shoulder to stifle your scream as orgasm rips through you, violent and all-consuming.
Arthur follows with a choked groan, spilling into you just as torchlight floods the alley.
âFreeze, Morgan!â
Your father stands at the mouth of the alley, pistol raised, his face purpling with rage. Behind him, six deputies fan out, their rifles trained on Arthur.
Arthur withdraws slowly, tucking himself back into his jeans with deliberate calm. He doesnât bother adjusting your skirts as he steps back, leaving you exposedâa deliberate provocation.
âEveninâ, Sheriff,â he drawls, tipping his hat. âLovely night for a stroll.â
Your fatherâs eyes dart to you, your disheveled state, and his jaw clenches so tight you hear his teeth grind. âYou filthyââ
Arthur mounts his horse in one fluid motion, gathering the reins. âNow, now. No need for name-callinâ. Your girlâs plenty sweet when sheâs begginâ.â
He winks at you, that infuriating smirk never fading. âTill next time, darlinâ.â
He spurs his horse into a gallop, bullets kicking up dirt as the posse gives chase.
You slump against the jailhouse wall, legs trembling, his seed trickling down your thighs as your fatherâs roar of fury follows Arthur into the night
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I hope this was good.. Iâm getting back into Arthur Morgan so Iâm probably gonna be doing a lot more fics like this(so please leave ideas and requests) but Iâll still do Daryl and Carl fics every now n then!! And of course, my lil helper @cranberrysaucebath helped a lot AGAINđđ
god this is delicious.
roommate!abby who ends up being the one to buy all the new lingerie for you during your future onlyfans videos. sometimes she gets jealous when she notices the comments from people who think you look sexy and how cute you look in the new sets, but then she always instantly remembers that it was her who bought them for you to wear. to show off. her who gets to see you in and out of them when the cameras are finally done rolling. even the letter A pendant that hangs around your neck has her always relishing in the fact you were hers. none of the subscribers know what it means, maybe they think it just means angel; thatâs true, which would only make you abbyâs angel. so even if they thought that, it wouldnât be wrong. and if the fans are even luckier, abby always like to make an entrance in at least one of your videos. especially when youâre about to cum, she makes sure the camera canât focus on her face, practically pushes your hands out of the way and replaces them with her own, mouth hungrily delving between your thighs and making sure that the only place you cum is her mouth and on her fingers. if youâre good, sheâll make you cum on her cock before the videos over. bonus point is, if sheâs jealous enough, sheâll do her best to see if she can make you squirt over her cock just before youâre both about to go to bed.
SO hot
Leon coming home to his partner masturbating but instead of join in he simply watches seeing you struggle to reach the climax he knows he can instantly give you
love
abby pausing a movie halfway through to play with ellieâs cunt and make her cum one or two times before restarting the movie like she wasnât just scissoring the smaller girl open a second ago.
Ngh yes

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show me | jm
ft: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader genre: smut
incl: consent king, 18+ mdni, bit of pervy joel (not really), fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, oral f receiving, praise. both are consenting grown adults. part two.
summary: you donât know how to make yourself come, joel teaches you.
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missionary so we can keep arguing
the title is so unserious i canât.