jakkrovia

[jakkrovia]

(≧◡≦) ♡ ninteen, she/her, eng/spanish, college student, requests are open, alex’s / dan’s gf.

mlist. rules. wips. kinktober ‘25.

[jakkrovia]

so. I missed kinktober. but I WILL be making it up.

(I got into a wreck unfortunately and my right arm was broken. still is, but it’s bearable now! so I’m coming back to writing again.)

[jakkrovia]

oh that mlist has got me on my KNEES i can’t wait

most of them are like halfway done, i was putting in the WORK with the pegging one. was a little too jolly while writing that one 😛 they’ll probably be posted by tmr if not the next day.

[jakkrovia]

is the kinktober mlist too much or too little.. idk if it’s underwhelming or overwhelming. very excited to write it but also SO nervouss (╥_╥)

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oct. 1 - boyfriend’s best friend alex (rated r).

containing VOYEURISM, cheating, swearing, sexual content, cumming in pants, masturbation, alex being a scumbag, read for more.

oct. 2 - gym husband (rated r).

containing DUMBIFICATION, semi-public sex, creampie, messy sex, swearing, car sex, read for more.

oct. 3 - nursery rhymes (rated r).

containing BREEDING, swearing, baby talk, mild daydreaming about baby trapping, established relationship/marriage, read for more.

oct. 4 - attention whore (rated r).

containing THIGH-RIDING, swearing, sexual content, alex is being an asshole, degrading, established relationship, read for more.

oct. 5 - adore you (rated r).

containing MIRROR SEX, swearing, sexual content, subby alex, praising, comfort sex, alex is insecure, he whimpers, read for more.

oct. 6 - juicy (rated r).

containing TIT FUCKING, swearing, sexual content, friends to (??), praising/degradation, messy sex, read for more.

oct 7. - all wound up (rated r).

containing PEGGING, subby alex, swearing, sexual content, he whimpers (hehe), degradation/praise, ambigious relationships/fwb(?), read for more.

( next weeks pending )

[jakkrovia]

Heyyyyy, I've seen some of your work and honestly love all of them. Since you're going to do kinktober this year and your requests are open, I wanted to know if you're willing to do HEARTWRENCHING angst and/or smut and what your limit is on both of them pretty please. 😋😋

thank you so much! also i don’t think i have too many limits (the limits being if i can actually write it accurately or well at all), but i LOVE writing angst as it is what i have most experience in. i haven’t experimented with smut that much until recently (i have so many drafts). i just take requests that i am comfortable/confident in writing, but i don’t think i wouldn’t branch out. we may just have to see 😓

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should i do kinktober this year ?

yes

no

Voting ended onOct 4, 2025

[jakkrovia]

alex fell stupid-fast.

seventeen, sitting in the back of some cousin’s car with the windows rolled down, summer air heavy with dust and music, and then there was you. laughing, tossing your head back like the sun was only shining for you.

puppy love. that’s all it was. clumsy and awkward, full of half-jokes and sweaty palms. he’d bike across town just to sit with you on your porch, pretending he wasn’t nervous while your mom brought out aguas frescas. he’d walk you home from school, carrying your backpack even though it dug into his shoulder.

and maybe you kissed him once—quick, shy, more teeth than lips. he’d thought about it for months.

then life happened. he left, longer than he ever had. bigger country, new weight pressing on his shoulders. you stayed. your name sat saved in his phone, little texts popping up less and less until they stopped altogether.

he grew up. streaming, courtrooms, big content events. the kind of life seventeen-year-old alex wouldn’t have even recognized.

but home still called him back. family, cases, paperwork that piled up. at twenty-four, he found himself flying back more and more, tracing old streets, smelling the same air.

and then he heard it. casually, like it wasn’t a knife to the gut.

“oh, did you hear? she got married.”

he froze.

married. you.

the kid inside him—the one still clutching that porch memory, still replaying that first kiss—sank. he wasn’t angry, not really. just… hollow. because somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thought maybe you’d still be there. that maybe he’d knock on your door, flash that crooked grin, and you’d laugh like nothing had changed. that was more hope than anything.

but you had changed. you’d moved on. found someone else to carry your groceries, to walk you home, to be the person alex never got the chance to be.

that night, sitting alone in his childhood bedroom, alex stared at the ceiling and let himself feel it. the loss of a dream that never even got the chance to become real.

he still went back, of course. for work. for family. for the life he built. but every once in a while, passing by a porch that looked too familiar, he’d think of you. the girl who taught him what puppy love felt like—and the woman he never got to love for real.

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alex has always been private. like, very private. if it wasn’t for the fact that you were, you know, dating him, you might not even believe he had a personal life. he doesn’t post too much, doesn’t overshare, keeps everything tucked away like it’s classified government intel.

and you get it. that’s just him. the world can be loud, invasive, messy. he likes having something that’s only his—you.

but god, does he get pissed when that line between private and secret starts to blur.

like when there’s some event. a party, a dinner, a show. he gets the invite, mentions it offhand while scrolling through his phone, and then the realization hits: he can’t bring you. not really. not without eyes, questions, people digging.

and then he sulks.

“don’t start,” you warn, watching him slump against the couch like a teenager.

“i’m not starting anything,” he mutters, scrolling aggressively.

“alex.”

“what? i just think it’s dumb. i mean, why can’t i bring you? i want you there. i should be able to walk in with you and not have it be—like—some thing.”

“it’s always going to be a thing! no one’s telling you no.”

his tone is sharp, but underneath it is this aching frustration. because he wants to show you off. wants people to see the way your hand fits in his, the way you laugh at his dumb jokes, the way you’re his.

you nudge his leg. “hey. it’s fine. i don’t need the fancy party.”

“but i do,” he shoots back, glaring at the floor. “i need you there. with me.”

it’s childish, the way he pouts, but it’s also unbearably sweet. because alex may be private, guarded, careful with what he shares—but the second it comes to you? he’s all instinct. possessive, tender, desperate to claim you even if it’s just with an arm around your waist.

and so he makes do in small ways. a hand on your thigh under the table when you do get to go. a whispered “you’re mine” when no one’s listening. a kiss pressed to your wrist in the car before he heads inside without you.

it kills him not to bring you everywhere. but maybe that’s the tradeoff. the world doesn’t get to see you two together—but he does. fully. completely.

and, in the end, that’s enough for him.

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[l0qu1t44]

from today’s stream :3

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i’d just like to properly thank everyone who got me to 50 likes, whether it be reblogging or liking—you and your support are very appreciated :))

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childhood best friends (g). 09/09/2025 - fluff

cuddling with alex (g). 10/09/2025 - fluff

alone (g). 19/09/2025 - fluff/angst (?)

puppy love (g). 03/10/2025 - angst

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alex swears he doesn’t like cuddling. “too hot,” he says. “my arm goes numb,” he claims he needs “space to breathe.”

he is lying through his teeth.

because somehow every night ends the same: you, pinned under the weight of him, his face smushed into your neck like he’s trying to suffocate himself with your skin. and if you dare shift, even a little, he makes this pathetic sound—half-groan, half-whine—that has you freezing in guilt.

“don’t move,” he mumbles, voice all muffled. “alex, i can’t breathe.” “shhh. oxygen’s overrated.”

he runs warm, like an actual human furnace, and his hands are always everywhere. hooked around your waist, slipped up the back of your shirt, fingertips pressing into your hip like he needs to remind himself you’re real. sometimes he drags you even closer, muttering little nothings in spanish that you’re too tired to translate but still make your heart ache.

you complain. constantly. you tell him he’s heavy, that his hair’s in your mouth, that he hogs the blanket. but the second he tries to roll away, you’re the one yanking him back in with a quiet, “don’t you dare.”

because truthfully? you love it too. the warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his chest rises and falls against your back like he’s syncing you together.

and maybe the best part is how soft he gets. alex, who’s usually all sharp jokes and fast-talking, melts when he’s curled up with you. you catch it in the way he sighs, the way his lips brush your temple, the way he whispers, “te quiero” like it’s a secret just for you.

eventually, he always falls asleep first—clinging to you like a koala, dead weight, impossible to untangle from. and you’re left smiling in the dark, knowing this boy who pretends to hate cuddling would probably stop breathing if it meant staying wrapped up with you.

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you met alex in toontown.

not school, not church, not some normal kid place. no—toontown. the two of you were ten, maybe eleven, sitting at the family computers, and for whatever reason he chose to add you after you both annihilated cogs together.

you didn’t know he’d actually stick around. kids were flaky like that. one day you’re “besties forever” and the next they’ve abandoned you for neopets. but alex didn’t go anywhere. every afternoon he’d be there, his little toon waddling around with yours, screaming in all caps through the in-game chat as you sat three feet away from your mom in the kitchen.

and then, somehow, he followed you outside of toontown. skype calls. hours of them. your mom yelling for you to go to bed while you whispered into your mic, alex cracking jokes about how “bro, she’s gonna murder you."

he saw you through everything. middle school braces, your horrible haircut phase, that time you cried over failing a math test and he awkwardly played a corrido over the call to “cheer you up.” you teased him about his voice cracking at 13, and he threatened to never talk to you again (lasted about six hours).

by high school, it was normal. alex and you. a package deal, even if you had never really met. your friends assumed you’d eventually date. you rolled your eyes, because—hello? that’s alex. the same alex who made fart jokes at 12.

but it shifted. slowly. stupidly. the summer before you turned eighteen, the first time you visited him. you noticed the way his laugh had changed—deeper, easier. you noticed how he smelled like fabric softener and gum. you noticed how he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

it wasn’t a movie moment. there was no fireworks, no dramatic kiss in the rain. just the two of you, sitting on his bed one night, youtube videos playing in the background, and you realizing that your chest hurt a little every time he leaned too close.

he nudged your shoulder. “what?” “nothing.” “nah, you’re looking at me weird. stop, you’re creeping me out.” and you laughed, but it came out too shaky.

the thing is—you’d grown up together. every awkward stage, every dumb online phase, every secret whispered through the screen at 2 a.m. you knew him, better than anyone else.

and maybe that was exactly why your stomach flipped every time his hand brushed yours.

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