(â§âĄâŠ) ⥠ninteen, she/her, eng/spanish, college student, requests are open, alexâs / danâs gf.
mlist. rules. wips. kinktober â25.
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@jakkrovia
(â§âĄâŠ) ⥠ninteen, she/her, eng/spanish, college student, requests are open, alexâs / danâs gf.
mlist. rules. wips. kinktober â25.
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 itâs bearable now! so Iâm coming back to writing again.)
oh that mlist has got me on my KNEES i canât 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 đ theyâll probably be posted by tmr if not the next day.
is the kinktober mlist too much or too little.. idk if itâs underwhelming or overwhelming. very excited to write it but also SO nervouss (â„_â„)
oct. 1 - boyfriendâs 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 )
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. đđ
thank you so much! also i donât 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 havenât 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 donât think i wouldnât branch out. we may just have to see đ
should i do kinktober this year ?
yes
no
alex fell stupid-fast.
seventeen, sitting in the back of some cousinâs 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. thatâs all it was. clumsy and awkward, full of half-jokes and sweaty palms. heâd bike across town just to sit with you on your porch, pretending he wasnât nervous while your mom brought out aguas frescas. heâd walk you home from school, carrying your backpack even though it dug into his shoulder.
and maybe you kissed him onceâquick, shy, more teeth than lips. heâd 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 wouldnât 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 wasnât a knife to the gut.
âoh, did you hear? she got married.â
he froze.
married. you.
the kid inside himâthe one still clutching that porch memory, still replaying that first kissâsank. he wasnât angry, not really. just⊠hollow. because somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thought maybe youâd still be there. that maybe heâd knock on your door, flash that crooked grin, and youâd laugh like nothing had changed. that was more hope than anything.
but you had changed. youâd 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, heâd think of you. the girl who taught him what puppy love felt likeâand the woman he never got to love for real.
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alex has always been private. like, very private. if it wasnât for the fact that you were, you know, dating him, you might not even believe he had a personal life. he doesnât post too much, doesnât overshare, keeps everything tucked away like itâs classified government intel.
and you get it. thatâs just him. the world can be loud, invasive, messy. he likes having something thatâs only hisâyou.
but god, does he get pissed when that line between private and secret starts to blur.
like when thereâs 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 canât bring you. not really. not without eyes, questions, people digging.
and then he sulks.
âdonât start,â you warn, watching him slump against the couch like a teenager.
âiâm not starting anything,â he mutters, scrolling aggressively.
âalex.â
âwhat? i just think itâs dumb. i mean, why canât i bring you? i want you there. i should be able to walk in with you and not have it beâlikeâsome thing.â
âitâs always going to be a thing! no oneâs telling you no.â
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 youâre his.
you nudge his leg. âhey. itâs fine. i donât need the fancy party.â
âbut i do,â he shoots back, glaring at the floor. âi need you there. with me.â
itâs childish, the way he pouts, but itâs also unbearably sweet. because alex may be private, guarded, careful with what he sharesâbut the second it comes to you? heâs all instinct. possessive, tender, desperate to claim you even if itâs 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 âyouâre mineâ when no oneâs 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 thatâs the tradeoff. the world doesnât get to see you two togetherâbut he does. fully. completely.
and, in the end, thatâs enough for him.
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from todayâs stream :3
iâd just like to properly thank everyone who got me to 50 likes, whether it be reblogging or likingâyou and your support are very appreciated :))
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
alex swears he doesnât like cuddling. âtoo hot,â he says. âmy arm goes numb,â he claims he needs âspace to breathe.â
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 heâs trying to suffocate himself with your skin. and if you dare shift, even a little, he makes this pathetic soundâhalf-groan, half-whineâthat has you freezing in guilt.
âdonât move,â he mumbles, voice all muffled. âalex, i canât breathe.â âshhh. oxygenâs overrated.â
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 youâre real. sometimes he drags you even closer, muttering little nothings in spanish that youâre too tired to translate but still make your heart ache.
you complain. constantly. you tell him heâs heavy, that his hairâs in your mouth, that he hogs the blanket. but the second he tries to roll away, youâre the one yanking him back in with a quiet, âdonât you dare.â
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 heâs syncing you together.
and maybe the best part is how soft he gets. alex, whoâs usually all sharp jokes and fast-talking, melts when heâs curled up with you. you catch it in the way he sighs, the way his lips brush your temple, the way he whispers, âte quieroâ like itâs a secret just for you.
eventually, he always falls asleep firstâclinging to you like a koala, dead weight, impossible to untangle from. and youâre 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. noâtoontown. 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 didnât know heâd actually stick around. kids were flaky like that. one day youâre âbesties foreverâ and the next theyâve abandoned you for neopets. but alex didnât go anywhere. every afternoon heâd 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 âbro, sheâs 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 âcheer you up.â 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 youâd eventually date. you rolled your eyes, becauseâhello? thatâs 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 changedâdeeper, easier. you noticed how he smelled like fabric softener and gum. you noticed how he looked at you when he thought you werenât paying attention.
it wasnât 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. âwhat?â ânothing.â ânah, youâre looking at me weird. stop, youâre creeping me out.â and you laughed, but it came out too shaky.
the thing isâyouâd 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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