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~ 19 ~ She/They ~ BLK ~ VERY slow writer ~ ~ 🇳🇬🏳️‍🌈 ~

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Masterlist & Taglist <3

🔮a/n: I only write f!reader. I prefer to write for characters that I know but if there is a Jack or Jensen character that you wanna see that isn't here feel free to request! Also please credit me if you use one of my concepts or headcanons, Thank you!!

Jack O'Connell: - Oliver Mellors - Lion Kaminski - Eric Love - Brett (Eden Lake) - Remmick - James Cook - Patrick Sumner - Sir Jimmy Crystal Jensen Ackles: - Dean Winchester - Soldier Boy - Jake Gray

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Liquid Touch <3

🔮a/n: im far too tired to proofread, anyways here’s a long awaited fic.

Patrick Sumner Masterlist <3

♥︎warning:  pathetic!patrick sumner, drug addiction (laundaum), dubcon (i think), intox, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), creampie, watersports (peeing inside, loss of bladder control), crying, self-degradation (Patrick)

word count - 2.5k+

Patrick is a lovely husband. He’s always listening and giving you meaningful advice, remembering small details, being wonderful at planning events and dates, buying things for you just because. You couldn’t ask for anyone better. But the only thing that ever put a damper in your marriage is his laudanum addiction. You knew of it the minute you first met. 

He fell asleep in one of the chairs in the local library. Everybody ignored him and you thought he may have been dead with how little it seemed like he was breathing. It took three good shakes on his shoulder for him to wake up– groggy with drool spilling down the side of his face. 

“I'm terribly sorry, Miss. I- I was reading and,” he stammered on and on about how he fell asleep while reading the various array of medical text books in front him. By the way he rambled on, you could tell this wasn't his first time telling the same excuse. His pupils were dilated and his lips were pink and puffy like he bit them too hard.

You offered to take him to a small shop for some tea to put his mind at ease and wake him up. He obliged and soon enough after many dates he finally asked for your hand in marriage. The wedding was small. So small in fact that it was just you, him and the judge to watch you sign the papers.

You thought that marrying him would help subside his addiction. And it did for a while. But then came the nightmares and the late nights at the office. Seeing patients day after day really took a toll on him. 

You wanted him to stop taking laudanum completely but you knew it wasn't going to happen. You both agreed that it would be best if you were in charge of the dosages. Giving him a few drops in his morning tea or in his whiskey at the end of a long day. Although it was less than he would normally take, Patrick seemed satisfied. That was until he came home high out of his mind. Stumbling around the house like a mad man in hopes to find you.

You heard him call your name from the foyer. Setting down your book and lifting your skirts, you left the parlor in search of him.

And there he was. Drenched head to toe in rain. His briefcase slipped from his wet hand, hitting the hard wood with a thud. His hair is completely soaked. Dark strands curled at the front of his head as stray droplets hit the floor. “I’m sorry– hiccup. I’m so sorry.” He fell onto his knees, his shoulders slumped as he began to sob into his pruned hands. “I’ve lied to you, my wife. I –hiccup– I’ve been dishonest.” You kneel down beside him, helping to take off his rain drenched coat. “Shh, it's okay Patrick.” You had hoped that simple reassurance would make him calm down but your voice did nothing to quiet the ache he felt. The dull ache he feels everyday no matter how much opium he consumes.

“I hid it. In my office. The desk, the cabinet.” You don't even have to ask. You know what he’s referring to. All the spots he used to hide the vials in the house before. Under his pillow, his jacket pockets, under the bathroom sink, in the mirror, the kitchen cupboard that was barely used. You've found many empty and half empty bottles lying around the house. You thought you did a good job of hiding them. Keeping them locked away and only accessible through the key around your neck. Yet somehow, Patrick was able to get his hands on his fix.

“I’m a terrible husband.” You grabbed his arm, helping him to his feet. “Hush. You're no such thing.” The floor boards creaked under your combined weight as you helped him up the stairs to the master bedroom. “I am. What man would lie to his wife?” 

Once in the bedroom, you gently sat him on the bed. His work shirt and pants wet the bedspread as they did the floors and stairs. Patrick hunched forward, his eyes glued to your figure as you sank to your knees to remove his shoes. The whites of his eyes are red with angry veins. Too red for it to be from his former cries in the hallway. 

You removed his shoes and socks, tossing them carelessly to another part of the room. “I’m going to undress you and then I'm going to give you a bath, okay? I don't want you to catch a fever.” Patrick nodded lazily, the wisp of hair on his forehead still dripping into his lap. 

It didn't take long for you to strip him. The wet clothes clung to him like a second skin but in his laudanum induced state, he was much more compliant. Once he was fully naked, you helped walk him to the bathroom, cutting on the water and letting it run until the bathtub filled. Patrick watched your every move. The way your hands continuously dip in the tub to check the temperature, the swell of your hips through your skirts as you bend over the tub. The way you stood on your toes to reach the bar of soap on the highest shelf.

No matter how much Patrick tried to drown out his feelings, the one feeling that never went away is the want and the love he has for you.

Your finger skim the surface of the water, testing the temperature once more before cutting it off. “You can get in now.” Patrick nodded, bare feet slapping against the tile until they stepped into the porcelaine. The steam rose against his figure, the water making his body look warped under the surface. 

You lather his rag, rubbing the sudsy cloth over his damp skin. “Will you forgive me?” You nod, continuing to wash him. “Of course honey.” Your lips press to his forehead. Patrick leans into your touch, every drag of your hands over his body sends heat to his gut. It didn't take long for you to notice the bulbus head of his hardening cock poke through the surface of the water.

After getting him completely covered in soap, you reach for the bowl to rinse him. Once completely clear of soap, you towel him off and take him back to the bedroom. 

“Here,” You hand him a pair of undergarments but he doesn’t reach for them. “Patrick.” you shake the clothing in your hand to emphasize your want for him to put them on.

“How can you love a man like me?” It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. It's an ongoing cycle in your relationship. The constant self loathing and talking down on himself. It's so hard for you to understand how a man as wonderful as him can feel all these great feelings.

“I love you because of how you treat me, Patrick.”

“But my past-“ You sit on the bed next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I don't care about your past. I care about now, and right now I see the man I decided to marry five years ago because he’s intelligent and has a heart of gold.” 

Patrick’s head turns to face you, deep blue eyes locking on yours. He leans in, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” You nod, placing your forehead to his. 

You can feel his hand move to your jaw, his thumb caressing the hedge. “You're so beautiful.” And then he kisses you again. This time with more passion. When you lean in, he deepens the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the bed as he gets on top– continuing to kiss and caress your body.

He makes his way down— kissing, biting, and sucking on your neck and chest. He stops at your skirts, lifting them up and pulling down your knickers. “Patrick, are you sure?” he nods, trying to drag your garments down your legs. “Yes, my love. I want you now. Even… Even with my mind clouded.”

He removes your knickers fully, lightly rubbing his fingers over your folds. “So soft,” Without hesitation he bows his head, licking a long stripe through your slit. His tongue dances in between your labias, twirling on your clit. Your back arches slightly, your body trying to feel more of him.

“Yes, Patrick.”

He continues to flick and swirl his tongue on your clit while his digits trace your entrance, feeling the wetness of your arousal coat the tips of his fingers. 

“You taste– s-so good my love,” Patrick whines into your cunt, pushing his face lower until he is able to dip his tongue in your hole. Your whole body pulls taught as he begins to piston his wet muscle in and out of you. The intrusion of his tongue causes more slick to gush out of you and onto his beard. 

He looks absolutely feverish as his face becomes soaked in you. Patrick pushes his two fingers into your cunt, making a ‘come here’ motion, licking up the juice that he pulls out. 

“Fuck,” patrick groans, his tounge moving faster, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, I want to taste you.” Your fingers tangle in his still damp hair. Jerking your hips up to feel more friction. 

Your thighs tense and lock around his head as you cum hard on his tongue and fingers. Patrick licks you through it. Slurping at your slick and cream like it's the best tasting thing in the world.

When he finally pulls back, his face is covered in your cum. His beard and mustache are soaked in your slick. Clear and sticky strands connecting in the coarse hairs. Patrick wipes his face and moves up your body to kiss you. You can feel his achy, leaking cock brush against your inner thigh as he delves into your mouth. Licking and savoring the taste of you again.

“I want to make love to you now.” 

You nod into the kiss. “Yes, please.” 

Pulling back, Patrick hovers over you. One of his hands comes between you to clumsily wrap around himself as he tries to line up with your awaiting heat. He rubs his tip through your slick folds, not because he relishes in the feeling but because he genuinely can not seem to find where you're aching for him most.

“I- I’m sorry. I just-” you wrap your fingers around him. Your other hand finds the nape of his neck while you give his temple a gentle kiss. “Let me do it.” 

He nods, letting his face rest in the crook of your neck as you finally guide him home.

The feeling is so much more intense for him. The laudanum makes him all the more sensitive and aware of how your plush walls grip and suck him in. It takes Patrick a few seconds to gain his composure before rutting softly into your damp heat. 

You let him take over. The hand that was on his neck finds the back of his head while the other hand scales the plain of his back. He normally is much faster in bed, not rough, but not this slow either. The laudanum clearly doing a number on his stamina.

“S-so good. You feel so good, my love.”

His breath hitched with each slow push of his hips. His hands grips the sheets next to your head to ground himself. Every press of his pelvis against yours makes the heat in his belly grow more. But it's not the usual heat of arousal. It's more like a pressure, a shallow ache that can only be relieved one way. 

“I- I have to-“

You hear the shaking in his voice, the way his already slow thrust got slower made your stomach churn.

“Patrick, what's wrong?”

“I can't. I'm sorry it’s just, you feel-“

His words are slurring and nothing he’s saying makes sense.

“Patrick, are you okay?”

“N-no.”

“What's wrong?” you hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. That’s when you see it– the sweat slick skin, the focused knit in his eyebrows, the tears threatening to spill.

Before you can say anything else you feel it. At first you think it’s just pre-cum from how aroused he is. But it’s too warm. Maybe it’s actual cum? Maybe the laudanum made him too sensitive? But no, it's not thick enough, it’s too warm. That's when you smell it, the tangy scent of piss filling your nostrils hits and panic sets in.

“Patrick! Patrick, stop!”

“I can't. I can't.” His voice breaks as he cries into your neck, every emotion hitting him at once.

You feel yourself swell with his release. The warm liquid trickling out of you while he keeps himself plunged deep.

“I'm so sorry. I-” Patrick doesn’t stop fucking you. Instead, he continues faster. Chasing his release with you crying beneath him.

“I'm disgusting. I'm vile.” he thrust harder. 

“Putride.” his hips stutter. 

“Parick get off of me now.”

“I- I’ll make it up to you,” he leans down, kissing your neck. “I’ll make it all up to you my love.”

You begin sobbing. The feeling of his cock pushing his piss deeper into your womb is enough to make you throw up. 

“Patrick s-stop it please!”

“I will –mmh– I’m almost done my love. I’m almost done.”

Patrick picks up his pace all the way. Finding the strength in his drugged state to haul your legs over his shoulders, pushing your knees to your chest. This angle makes his pee squirt out of your cunt with each thrust. 

Despite how disgusting you feel being soaked in your husband's piss, the angle makes it easier for the tip of his cock to rub against your g-spot.

Your hands move to his thighs to push him back but it doesn't stop him. “P- Patrick,” Your walls clench around him which only causes him to go faster. “God- you're squeezing me.” Patrick cock twitches inside you, the fluttering of your plush canal sending him to his peak.

“Fuck- cum. Cum again. Please,” You buckle under him, cumming hot on his slick shaft as he fucks you through the after shock. It doesn't take long for Patrcik to cum as well, filing your still swell womb with his seed. 

He rocks into you a feel times before finally collapsing on top of you, his body limp and exhausted. He lets your legs fall off his shoulders as he pushes himself harder against you as if to become one with you. 

You feel his dick begin to soften inside of you, the only thing plugging you from the liquids he left behind. Both his cum and piss spill from your cunt once he's fully soft. You try to push him off of you but the sound of soft snoring tells you that's not going to happen. 

Patrick's heavy frame keeps you pinned to the mattress in the mess he made of both of you. The only thing you can do is try to sleep and deal with it in the morning.

Taglist:

[nadacarcan]

my drafts keep growing…

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thinking about huntergf!reader who only became a hunter because she thought her boyfriend, dean, died on a hunt. turns out his dumbass forgot to text her back for 2 years and now she’s really upset and dean has to do his best to win her back.

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banner cred: @scannainscanrula

🕊️ THE BAG IS OPEN: A JOC DEAD DOVE FEST 🕊️

The morgue is officially accepting new arrivals.

Welcome to The Bag Is Open, a Jack O'Connell character-focused dead dove fic fest & digital zine celebrating darkfic in all its forms. Whether your story is unsettling, obsessive, horrific, toxic, tragic, or somewhere in between, this event is for you.

Posting Window 🗓️ August 10th – August 15th, 2026

You do not need to post at a specific time or alongside everyone else. Simply publish your contribution any time during the posting window.

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Need inspiration? An optional prompt list is available here

Guidelines • Open to all Jack O'Connell characters. • Reader-insert focused (reader does not have to be female, but reader must be part of the main pairing/dynamic). • Fic, artwork, graphics, moodboards, and other fanworks are welcome. • No minimum or maximum word count. • All participants must be 18+. • All sexual content must involve characters who are 18+. • Proper content warnings/tags are required. • No AI-generated writing or artwork.

Organization To help organize both the masterlist and the digital zine, submissions will be sorted into three categories:

🏷️ Toe Tag: lighter darkfic and dead dove themes.

🩸 Evidence Bag: darker, heavier themes.

⚰️ Body Bag: the darkest submissions.

You do not need to choose a category or organize your fic yourself. Domo @the-lilted-tune and I will sort submissions during the editing process so the table of contents flows naturally.

Banners To give the digital zine a more polished look, we're asking all fic writers to include a banner with their submission. If you've never made one before, don't worry! Feel free to reach out. I have Canva and would be more than happy to make one for you, and I know several other participants have already volunteered to help as well.

When Posting Please use the tag #joc dead dove fest and tag @joclibrary so everyone's submissions are easy to find and archive throughout the week.

Remember:

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat means exactly what it says. Read the warnings. Curate your own experience. Don't open the bag if you don't want to see what's inside.

Happy writing. 🖤

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so i have a few oc’s but i don’t want to make any character x oc because… ew. BUTTTT i kinda wanna make readers based off my ocs. i was thinking of making mood boards and blurbs but idk.

what do y’all think

omg yes!

erm no.

Voting ended onJul 20

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Oliver Mellors Making You Squirt for the First Time <3

Oliver Mellors Masterlist <3 ♥︎warning: squirting duh, riding, creampie, unprotected piv word count - 417

“Yes, just like that.” Oliver’s grip on your hips is ironclad as you rock your hips roughly against him. You were stressed from having to be prim and proper all day so you decided to pay Oliver a visit in his cabin. Thirty minutes of venting later, Oliver let you get on top and take your frustration out on him.

“Good girl. That's it.” 

One of his big hands comes to brace your lower back as you arch. Your hand presses down firmly on his abdomen and your knees dig into the sheets on the wool mattress. You moan his name as you feel your climax approaching. Oliver sees that as an opportunity to help you further, both of his hands go back to gripping your waist as he begins bouncing you up and down his hard cock. His tip rubbing against that special part inside you that makes you see stars.

Oliver pushes his feet into the bed, giving him more leverage to fuck up into your tight heat. You bounce even harder on top of him, your walls clenching and spasming around his length as you reach your peak.

“O- Oliver! ” You scream his name as you finally hit your peak. Hot spurts of liquid squirts out of your cunt, coating Oliver’s thighs, cock, and pelvis. 

He never stops pumping into you. Slowly rutting his hips up into your cunt while you ride out the last few seconds of your orgasms. 

“My god look at you.” He runs a calloused thumb through your lips which are still wrapped around his cock. “You're so beautiful.” 

He sits up to kiss you deeply. Your arms wrap around his neck as he shifts positions to place you on your back.

Quickly he moves your legs so that they rest is in the crook of his elbows, putting you in a mating press. His hips snap into you rapidly. You can feel his cock twitch inside you as he reaches his own climax. Loud whimpers fall from his lips as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, babbling on about how beautiful you are and how good you feel.

With a few more thrust Oliver shakes, moaning loudly as he cums inside of you, flooding your cunt with his load. “So beautiful.” He kisses up and down your neck as you card your fingers through his sweat damp hair. You stay like this for a while until he settles and you both drift off to sleep.

Taglist:

[ceobuggy]

i fear we need to learn the difference between noncon and cnc

[loverssalvation]

thank you dear roline for the tag ! 🥹 @pinkdoeweirdo

tag game ࿐ add 3 characters you identify yourself with

fleabag (fleabag), abbi abrams (broad city), newt (maze runner)

no pressure tags @orqhideia @bluesycatharsis @afraidoflittleauldme @gothlula @lisboncy @poison-babeyy @ceobuggy & anyone else who wants to join 💞

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thanks for the tag!!!

Gizmo (Gremlins), Blue fish guy (Spongebob), Denki Kaminari (BNHA)

i couldn’t think of any characters so i asked my friend and this is who she thought i was most like😭

no pressure tags: @milleniumpire @lulaaaaaaw @h3r3t1c @ssug4rskullz @dariarot

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jungleland spoilers

i didn’t finish jungleland the first time i watched it but i just finished it today and even though i don’t like stan i almost cried because lion won his biggest and maybe even last fight and his brother didn’t even get to see it🥺. but at least sky came back cuz i was very upset that she left him at the bus station after taking his virginity and then revealing that she’s pregnant.

[inadoves]

one of my biggest fantasies is going to dunkin then hitting up a tj maxx, marshalls, burlington, and five below with dean winchester

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this but with jimmy crystal 😛

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schools over and summers starting which means i’ll finally be able to write😛

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NSFW Brett Headcanons Pt.1 <3

Brett (Eden Lake) Masterlist <3 ♥︎ warning: noncon (rape), mentions of substances

☆ Brett is too rough in everything he does. Nothing about him is gentle. It's all jagged edges and fast movements. He fingers you like he’s trying to claw something out of you from the inside. He eats you out like it's his first and last meal. And he fucks you like he’ll die if he doesn’t get his nut fast enough.

☆ Brett hates the idea of someone else touching you but loves the idea of someone watching. He gets off on the fact that other people wanna see you get ruined just as much as he does. It turns him on knowing no one else will make you melt like he does.

☆ He loves to smoosh your face. Whether that’s pushing your face into the pillow during doggy, putting the flat of his palm in the middle of your face during missionary, or gripping your jaw and cheek during cowgirl. He absolutely loves how submissive you look with his hand on your face, unable to see what he’s doing but feeling every second of it.

☆ Brett hates being teased. If he wants you, he’ll have you. No matter where or what you’re doing. And he expects the same for you. If you want him to take you, he wants you to express that. He wants you to be desperate for him, to crave him, to need him.

☆ Brett believes that if you let him have sex with you once, he doesn’t need permission again. You already gave him your body, why would he ask for what’s already his?

☆ Brett uses sex as punishment. He loves the fact that he gets to get off and watch you cry at the same time.

☆ Brett never out right praises you. It's always back handed or a compliment wrapped up in a vulgar little bow.

“You’re such a pretty slut.”

“Look at you, taking my cock like the perfect little slag.”

☆  It's hard for Brett to get off when there’s no pain involved. Whether that's inflicting pain on you or himself. It's part of the reason he enjoys taking advantage of you. He loves how much you fight and hit him. Trying your best to get him off you only turns him on more.

☆ Brett loves taking polaroid pictures of you after you guys finish having sex. He keeps them in a shoe box under his bed. He dates them and writes a sentence on the back about what you guys did.  Sometimes he’ll leave them in random parts of your house so you can find them later and he can watch you get all flustered from seeing a picture of your cum cover pussy stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

☆ If you don't take substances– smoking, drugs, drinking, etc – Brett will force you to do it in exchange for sex. He loves to corrupt you and make you do things you would never do just so you can feel him inside you.

Taglist: @lulaaaaaaw, @h3r3t1c

@pixopix for divider

@scrprints for Brett picture

[violained]

cassie robinson appreciation post because she was so beautiful and i miss her dearly !!!

[melissax777]

being hypersexual on tumblr 🤝 still a virgin

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Do we have part two of hot cook with Fem roommate? 😈💕💦

YESS!! i’m working on it but idk when i’m gonna post it because i’m a slow writer and i keep getting writers block lol

but trust me it’s in my drafts