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sweetenerobert · 22 hours

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹💕

love you legend!!!

#sweetenerobert’s mail #mail 🤍

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sweetenerobert · 2 days

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It'll be nice to read if you participate in that challenge <3

AHHHH IM SO EXCITED! but for anyone wondering (possibly nobody) im going to be writing an au of a pedro character, i’ve been thinking about for MONTHS, and i just can’t wait for you guys to read, but warning you guys now, NO SMUT! as much i love a good SMUTTY SMUT STORY, just fluff.

you’ll get smut when my original idea is finished, but fluff for now <3

love you guys <333

#pedro pascal #joel miller #pedro pascal x male reader #joel miller x male reader

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sweetenerobert · 2 days

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anyone body interested in sweetenerobert partaking in this? (knowing damn well i’ll do it if no one answers)

🌷 Who's up for a creative challenge? 🌷

If it's not apparent already, I love flowers and I love the Pedro Boys! So, what could be more fun than combining the Pedro Boys and flowers in a creative challenge? 🌷🪻🌻

Perhaps Marcus brings you flowers on date night, Dave's scattered sumptuous petals leading you up to bed, you and Ezra get stranded on a planet with alien-esque florals, or you're showering sweet Javi G with his favourite blooms for his birthday... 🌷🪻🌻

Running during the month of May, I challenge you to write and share a fic - or fics - featuring any of the Pedro Boys and flowers. 🪻

You can also make mood boards or art if you're not a writer - or don't want to write - but still want to participate! 🌷

🌻 See below for the full challenge details! 👇🏻

The challenge deets:

Must feature at least one Pedro Boy - can be any character Pedro has played, no matter how popular. You can feature more than one Pedro Boy too, if you like.

Must contain flowers or plants in some capacity. 🌷🪻🌻 Can be the main feature of your story, or a background aesthetic. Florals, plants, succulents - you name it, you can feature any of them!

Can be as smutty or fluffy as you want! Hot, soft, gentle, fun, quirky - you've got freedom on whether you wanna write smut or not.

No word limit - you write as many words as you see fit.

Any Reader type! You can write in X Reader, original character or just the Pedro Boys engaging with one another. Any gender/race/size or physical ability of Reader is absolutely welcome too! 🌈 This is an inclusive house! 🙌🏻

Mood boards, video edits and original artwork is also welcome - but must feature a Pedro Boy and flowers, and must be your own creation.

No limit to the number of submissions - you can write more than one fic, or submit more than one artwork, but the Pedro Boys must be different for each submission.

Tag me in your work and use the #jettsflora&faunachallenge so I can add it to a Masterlist.

This challenge will run from 1st May - 31st May 2024 and I'll add works as they're posted.

☝🏻 Don't worry too much if you miss the deadline, life happens, and you'll still be able to submit your fic/art after the deadline. Just let me know. 🌷🪻🌻

🪻🌷🌻 And as a flowery bonus...

I will pick one piece of work submitted at complete random, when all the works are posted, and will send that person a bunch of flowers!* 💐

I hope you'll participate and have fun & I can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Would really appreciate a signal boost too - thankies 🖤

A-Z of Flowers Database Look up your flowers 🌷🪻🌻

*I can send flowers worldwide. In order to send them, I'll need a name & a delivery address. I appreciate it if you don't feel comfortable sharing that info with a stranger, however please rest assured those details will stay with me and only me. The recipient will be picked at random using a generator. If you have floral allergies, I can send a substitute little floral themed gift instead. 🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jettsflora&faunachallenge #sweetenerobert is a mess again

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sweetenerobert · 2 days

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Put four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN"!!

Thank you for the tag @ghostofaboy

no pressure tags: @joelmillerisapunk @joelswritingmistress @theywhowriteandknowthings @katiexpunk and to anyone one else who wants to join

#sweetenerobert is a whore #sweetenerobert is a mess again #daddy issues

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sweetenerobert · 3 days

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how do i explain to my therapist that my metaphorical pussy got fingered/destroyed by @katiexpunk writing my fantasies?

Working hands.

#joel miller smut #hand k!nk #sweetenerobert is a whore #sweetenerobert is a mess again

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sweetenerobert · 3 days

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♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️

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sweetenerobert · 13 days

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WHERE IS MY BIG STRONG MAN YEARNING FOR ME???? (i write him)

Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know

Pre Outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Ways to help Palestine

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: This came as a result of me listening to Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter on my way to work this morning ☕️ Dividers are by @saradika-graphics 🩵

Summary: Joel can’t sleep and he’s up thinking about you.

Word count: 313

Warnings: pre/no outbreak, allusions to smut, reader is able-bodied, pet names, no use of y/n

Joel can’t sleep. He’s missing you by his side. He feels desperate, contemplating calling you up in the early hours of the night. He tells himself he should just go to bed, to tough it out.

But he can’t sleep without you, by his side with skin so soft it intoxicates him. And your scent. God, your scent. He’s hard thinking about your soft skin and your sweet scent, cock straining against his boxers. Pre-cum leaks from the head of his cock, dampening the fabric as he considers stroking himself. Sure, it would get the job done. But it’s nowhere near as good as the real thing. If he’s going to stroke himself he would prefer if you were sitting on his face, thighs enveloping either side of his head, wetness seeping out of you and running down his chin.

Or he’d want you underneath him, cunt clenching his cock, drawing his orgasm out of him. Your soft moans like music to his ears. He’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his thrusts go wild, telling you how you’re such a good girl for taking his cock like this.

But his favorite position of all is when you’re riding him, your hands flat on his chest as you rock your hips and forth. The way you ride him makes the bed frame shake but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves it. He always thinks to himself that if he were to die in that moment, he’d die a happy man.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself.

He rolls over and grabs the phone, dialing your number. He knows it by heart at this point.

“Hello?” you answer, sleep laced in your voice.

“Darlin’? Can you come over? I can’t sleep.”

“I figured,” you giggle. “I’ll be right over.”

You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller drabble #sweetenerobert is a mess again #sweetenerobert is a whore

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sweetenerobert · 13 days

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I watched strange way of life I love gay dad Pedro

i love that SO MUCH!!!!

#sweetenerobert is a whore #pedro pascal #silva is coming???#who knows 🤷🏾‍♂️🤷🏾‍♂️🤷🏾‍♂️

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sweetenerobert · 13 days

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Hi! I just read ur begin again oneshot and it's so cute 🥺 I'm a plus sized reader so it almost makes me happy to see when fic specify plus sized reader inserts. Joel Miller has been a favorite for a long time and thanks to the show became a comfort character so it makes me really happy. I just wanted to tell you 😭💛💛💛

AHHHHHHH DONT MAKE ME CRY!!! this was one of the sweetest messages i’ve ever received and it just made my heart soar!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

#sweetenerobert’s mail #sweets talks 🤍#sweetenerobert is a mess again #joel x reader #joel miller x plus size reader

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sweetenerobert · 16 days

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Do you think you'd write a little oneshot for Javier Peña x FTM reader? 🫣

here’s the thing, i would love to try as i’m currently not a FTM, but i’d think it’d be fun or cool

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sweetenerobert · 16 days

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begin again

1.3k | joel miller x plus size gender neutral reader

summary: you haven’t gone out on a date ever since you broke up with your toxic ex boyfriend — a year ago, a new opportunity rises when you meet joel miller.

warnings: toxic relationship (guiltrip, body shaming, gaslighting), self-conscious reader, awkward!joel, mention of an age gap (it's your choice, but reader is of age) teeth rotting fluff, first date in a cafe

a/n: doing this for @beskarandblasters for their Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge ;), i’m happy to participate!, if you would like to participate, read this post

a/n 2: as a plus size author myself, i wanted to try something different (keep out for more plus size reader in the mere future, but i still write male reader with no descriptions to let your imaginations go wild <333.

I loved how CUUUUUTE this idea is, i might write a longer version of this ;p also reminder, i went overboard with the word count :0

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“You’re seriously gonna wear that?” Trevor said.

Glancing down at your stomach and then back at your boyfriend, you were confused about what Trevor meant. “What do you mean?” Shrugging your shoulders.

“That,” Trevor pointed at you, and you were still baffled at what he was pointing at. “Your hoodie.”

Your eyes trailing back down to your comfort hoodie. You’ve had it ever since the start of your senior year of high school into now being a twenty-one-year-old college student. It had some tiny holes, but you didn't care; you loved the material, the color, and how it made you feel comfortable.

“Well, yeah.” You shrugged.

Trevor sat up from lying on his bed and walked towards you, a look of disgust on his face. But you couldn’t tell what that look on his face was. He was always good at hiding it.

“Babe, you know I love that hoodie,” Trevor started blatantly lying to your face. “But I want you to make a good impression on my friends, so do you think you could wear something different?”

That indescribable feeling in your stomach rose to your throat, feeling as if someone were choking you. The stale taste of bile stayed in your throat as your stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. You disregarded it to be nerves about meeting Trevor’s friends.

In the back of your brain, you knew that meeting them would’ve been a piece of cake if the front of your brain made you constantly nervous. Trevor knew they liked you, but he made you think they didn't. To make you feel small.

“But I have nothing else to wear that makes me comfortable.”

Trevor holds both his pointer fingers to signal you to wait with a smirk on his face, walking towards his closet quickly. Pulling out a trendy denim jacket he owned, you liked it, but it wasn't your style — or size.

“This,” Trevor smiled.

“But, it doesn't fit. I can barely get one button to close, and it's going to be cold tonight,” You complained.

Trevor groaned where chills ran down your spine; it made you not want to say another word. “C’mon baby, we don't want to be late, just put on the fucking jacket so we can hurry up.”

The attitude sent your way wasn't new, but you always felt like it was your fault, and this felt like your fault. He was trying to make you feel good; who’s to say he’s wrong?

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay; I didn't mean to get loud.”

That same meaningless apology you’ve heard before that always managed to calm you down. You zip down your hoodie, throwing it on Trevor’s bed, landing on the end of the bed frame, the hood between the mattress and the wooden frame. Taking the jacket and slipping your arms into it made you feel uncomfortable with how tight the denim felt against your back. You felt your shirt picked up — exposing your skin and making goosebumps occupy that area.

Looking at the mirror, you hated what you saw, but the smile on Trevor’s made you feel slightly better.

“I hate this,” You frowned.

“You look great,” Trever emphasized, draping his arm around your neck enthusiastically, which made you feel better. Right?

“Well, you finally look like you actually like my friends.”

“But, I’ve always liked your—”

“Okay, let's get going, baby.” Trevor kissed your cheek and left you alone in his room. The mirror catches your vulnerability in ways you couldn't see, and it makes you feel uneasy; it was bothering you that you couldn't figure out that word.

Disgust.

Disgust was the word that Trevor made you feel.

Judging you, making you feel like you're losing your mind, making you feel like you weren't enough. Disgust.

You were quickly slapping your face to erase any trace of Trevor. You stood outside the coffee shop where you agreed to meet up with the guy you matched up with on Bumble, Joel Miller.

It had been six months before you had gone back on dating apps, grieving the loss of your relationship in the past. Joel was one of the first few people you matched with. He was older, but he could hold down a conversation, making you feel like you could talk to him for hours. He was okay with meeting up with you, but he wanted to ensure you were comfortable with the timing; he was okay with waiting.

It had been five months until you agreed to see him; nervous to the brim, you didn't know what to wear; spending countless minutes in your underwear, you quickly put together an outfit and grabbed a hoodie.

When you first walked in and Joel noticed you, his smile beamed at you, making butterflies appear in your stomach. He had wired headphones in his ear as he stood up quickly, shoving them in his jacket. Wrapping his arms around you in a hug, he made you feel protected in his arms; he smelt of old spice and mint, and in your mind, it was adorable that you chuckled in your head.

As Joel backed up from the hug, he smiled at you again. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You smiled back. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“Uh, no. Not really, just listenin’ to the playlist you made me.”

“Oh god,” you buried your head in your hand. “You still listen to that?”

“Of course, it's the thing that helps me get out of bed.”

You chuckle and can't help but smile from ear to ear as Joel smiles at you lovingly. “Well, if you ever get bored with that one, I would gladly make you another one.”

Joel chuckles through his smile; he quickly rubs the back of his neck, looking back towards his seat. “Uh, do you wanna sit down?”

“I would love that.”

Joel directs you to your seat; you cannot help but feel heat rise to your face; as you sit in your chair, Joel sits in front of you. As you wiped your hands on your hoodie, you looked up at Joel; you noticed him resting his head on his fist, looking at you. That feeling of Joel critiquing little things about you rose back to when Trevor would do it.

“Trevor isn’t here; you're fine,” You thought.

“Is there something on my face?” Your quick to cover your mouth with your hand.

Joel shakes his head and smiles at you. “Just admirin’ you, you're s’ perfect.”

The heat in your face was reaching a dangerous level, where you could feel your face explode. “Stop, you're pulling my tail.”

“I’m serious, your amazin’.”

You can't help but look down at the table in despair as you rarely received compliments from Trevor; it's hard to believe what Joel was saying to be the truth. “M’sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” You shake your head. Taking a deep breath, you place your hands on the table. “It's just I’ve never received compliments, and it's only when my ex would make me forget how much of an ass he is.”

That padding of Joel’s palm rested against your knuckles; you look at your hands together, and you look at Joel’s welcoming smile. “I promise, whenever I compliment you, it's comin’ from the depths of my soul, sweetheart.”

The warmth of Joel’s hand made you feel comfortable, a feeling you craved with— nobody. You felt good in this moment. “Now, how about I get you a cup of coffee? I promise it's the best.”

You chuckle. “Come on, I had to meet you here; let me buy it.”

As Joel gets up, he slides his hands down in an ‘X’ motion. “Nope, as the gentleman my momma raised me, it’ll be my pleasure.”

“Okay, but the next time we go out on a date, I’m buying.”

“I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.” Joel walks away, and you can't help but smile at him as he walks away.

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sweetenerobert · 17 days

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SWEETENEROBERT’S WIP WEDNESDAY

since @tightjeansjavi tagged me, i feel like you guys deserve something to look forward to (hopefully soon) in the near future

here’s a snippet of two, count em, two fics. the first one is part of a drabble i wrote (will be come something more) titled ‘Hurt My Feelings’ that i thought about at 4 in the morning, and the second one is from a series idea called ‘Five Bad Dates’ featuring my oc Robin 🤪

second snippet :p

NP Tags: @minispidey @perotovar @toxicanonymity @joelsgreys @joelmillerisapunk @joelswritingmistress @chaotic-iguana @ghostofaboy @morallyinept

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x male reader #sweetenerobert #sweetenerobert is a mess again #sweetenerobert can’t stop writing ideas #sweets talks 🤍#sweetenerobert’s tag game

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sweetenerobert · 18 days

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i wonder how many people have seen this and thought it was good, it is, that’s because it’s @chaotic-iguana BODY OF WORK! the plagiarism is insane

𓂂 ׅ 𓈒 ݁ cock-warming with yeonjun

pairing: choi yeonjun x afab!reader

genre: non-idol au, smut

synopsis: you’d been mouthy with yeonjun all day to the point you made the mistake of joking about how you’d ‘make it so good for him if he just let you be on top once’. So, here's how you ended up here, on top of him as he sat up in bed, an arm around his as he smirked down at you, watching you struggle.

warnings: unprotected sex (use protection kids), dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, cock-warming

word count: 0.3k┊masterlist

author's note: i am a firm believer of daddy kink yeonjun.. if you dont agree. well, your opinion isnt valid.. /hj . . . nsfw under the cut

“Move again an’ you ain’t comin’ for a week, baby.” His low rasp in your ear made you shudder, your walls clenching harder around him. His hand came down on your ass, making you whine and arch your back as the sting on the already swollen and abused skin spread through you.

Your legs were shaking, slick running down your thighs. You were on Yeonjun’s lap; impaled on his cock which was splitting you open, his tip spearing into your cervix. He’d had you here for the past three hours, unmoving. You were barely hanging on as the pain and pleasure swirled in your head, making you restless. You were squirming on top of him, desperate to relieve the sweet ache that had developed between your legs; trying something, anything to take the edge off.

Your vision swam with tears as you gulped harsh breaths, your desperation growing by the minute. Pressing your face into his neck, you fisted a hand in his shirt while trying to calm your shuddering breaths, erratic heartbeat. Yeonjun watched you, so utterly wrecked for him, and chuckled down at you. “‘S wrong, sweetheart?” His deceptively sweet words reeked of condescension as cooed them at you, thumbing at your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains.

“T-too big, daddy ‘s too big ” you sobbed, burying yourself into his embrace further. He tutted in disapproval before smoothing the hair out of your face.

“I know, honey, I see it, I do.” He brings his fingers down where you’re both connected, spreading his index and middle fingers to sit against the V of your swollen lips stretching to accommodate him, forcing another hiccuping sob out of you as you clutch his forearm. “Look at that.” He brings his other hand up to your abdomen, pressing down mercilessly and making you choke on you breath as a whimper escapes you. “Daddy’s stretchin’ you out, babygirl. Be good for just a little longer and I’ll take care of ya, okay?” You nod feverishly into his shirt, throbbing around him in need and whining at the feeling of your arousal dribbling out of you as a result. His words meant nothing to you, now. He’d said the same thing an hour ago.

He said it again two hours later, too.

#plagiarism #chaotic-iguana #STOP STEALING PEOPLES WORK

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sweetenerobert · 18 days

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Joel + mask kink anyone?

#not spilling anything 🫣🫣

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sweetenerobert · 20 days

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Get attacked!! ❤️✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨❤️

your sweet as candy 💗💗🍓💗