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v3nusxsky · 7 months ago

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GIRLIE I FORGOT THE PW TO MY ACC, but i’m back now lmao!

if you’re still taking requests - can i request a fic with em? where you and her are besties, yk the usu; but you’re absolutely in love with her, and you’re low key unsure she feels the same way (or if that she even likes women too) so you don’t tell her<3 until like, some angsty ass shit happens which makes you confess.

- 🐦

(i fell in love with my irl bsf, this req is basically self-indulgent lmao)

Oblivious

*Authors note ~ girlie your back filling my inbox with genius prompts once more. Another daily gift from me to you all and Emily’s first time appearing this month. Once again sorry it took me so long to get to these guys! I hope you’re enjoying the event this time! Feel free to let me know what you would wanna see*

Trigger warnings~ reader is a hopeless lesbian🫢best friends < lovers usual criminal minds shenanigans love confession

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Emily Prentiss. Need I say more? The woman was practically a goddess wearing a badge and gun holstered to her hip. All while being effortlessly breathtaking. Yet she’s more than looks. Your best friend, co worker and teammate. Yet something simmered in your heart for her, to be more than those. It started subtly, being invited on girls nights after joining the team, to sending each other book recommendations and bonding over common interests. You and Emily were close, there’s no denying that. Yet you couldn’t tell her you wanted to be more than friends. Hell you didn’t even know if she was gay. Sure there were certain vibes that made you think possibly, maybe but then you saw they the unsubs flirted with her at work and it was like a weight crushing you. Maybe she wasn’t gay. Maybe she was? Either way you were too afraid to ruin what you had already by asking the question.

This recent case was hitting too close to home for you. Women couples being lured by the individual and brutally murdered just for being gay and the recent victims happened to have some of your characteristics. It’s a scary feeling, to know people out there would harm you just because of what your heart wants. Reminding you of your teen age years spent terrifed of anyone at school finding out. The disgust that flickered in your own mother’s eyes the night she found out who you really are.

Emily quickly sensed your distress on the case and quickly became your anchor, guiding you through the darkness just as you did for her when cases got tough. But a few days in with little to no leads on the case was wearing on your nerves and everyone could tell. You just wanted to go to Emily’s place, sit on her sofa and drink wine with her as she fusses over Sergio. Home. Your happy place seemed so far away these days and although Emily was here you couldn’t help but yearn for more. Seeing her near enough all day every day just wasn’t enough when there is an invisible divide between you both.

In the rough moments you couldn’t help but crave her hand in yours, arms wrapped around each other as you sought comfort from her or even the gentle way she’d kiss away your falling tears. You knew Emily was an attentive lover because of her past, you would remain jealous of everyone who had the pleasure to feel her love yet couldn’t muster the courage to even find out if she would be with a woman. To see if you had a chance. Roll the dice and see what it lands on, you would be hers or she wouldn’t want you. And the latter terrifies you. “We need to send you in” rang through your mind. You. Into the unsubs den. Alone? Fuck. “It’s the only way we can lure him out to take him down. We will have a few of us right there in the room with you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be in there waiting to take him out the moment he gets close enough.” Emily. Emily was going to be there? It was bad enough to put yourself into this situation but now Emily would run the risk of danger too. Obviously danger comes with the job, it’s what you both signed up for but if something was to end wrong? It couldn’t be her who ended up hurt. That’s what made you agree as well as knowing this creep wouldn’t harm anyone else after tonight they’d be safely locked up.

From there it’s all happened so fast, you dolled up wishing it was for just a date with Emily rather than to capture this criminal. The bass seeped into your bones as you entered the club, the dim flashing lights only adding to the atmosphere. The bar was where you first headed, immediately checking your environment where you noted Derek in one corner, JJ blending in with the crowds who were body to body blissfully unaware of what was occurring but no Emily. After a sip of Dutch courage you caught his attention instantly as you flirted with the bartender. She sorta looked like Emily, the dark hair and dark eyes were what drew you to her.

It all happened so fast, one minute you are at the bar next thing you know there’s a hand on the small of your back guiding you out the back entrance of the club. Screaming was no use especially when you felt the tip of a blade in your side, waiting for the time to enter. Wearing heels was a poor choice as he threw you to the filthy ground, spewing hate at you as a justification for his next action. It was all so quick as you instinctively went to protect yourself and escape only to be caught with his hand in your hair and thrown back with a grunt of pain. Pain was radiating from head to toe but your adrenaline was stronger for the time being. You could hear your teams footsteps getting louder as the closed in and clearly so could he.

The knife that was slammed into your abdomen was messy and uncomfortable. Due to the interruption his usual precise cuts were all gone. Instead leaving behind a jagged cut that had blood seeping all over your dress and staining the cold cobbles you lay on. “Stay where you are!” Arron commanded as Emily rushed to your side. “Hey, hey. It’s em. Y/n it’s your Emily can you look at me sweetheart?” Even bleeding to your death her voice is angelic causing you to obey her. Your eyes flickered to her dark ones holding unshed tears as her hands put pressure around the knife. Pulling it out seemed too risky but the way you sobbed at her actions caused guilt to course through her. “Shush sweetheart, I’m sorry I have to do this, just lay still for me okay? Where’s that fuckin medic?”

Your eyes flickered open to florescent lights as you groaned in pain, the heart monitor steadily beat beside you. “You need to tell her em-“ your groan startled the blonde causing her and Emily to shift their gaze to you. “Welcome back” JJ murmured to you causing you to smirk back at her, “can’t get rid of me that easily Jay” each word sounded strained and Emily felt her heart break with each sound. It’s truly unfair how many times each member of the team has been in a hospital bed while the others worried if they’d pull through so after a reassuring pat to Emily’s shoulder and an air kiss blown to you the blonde left to inform everyone you were now awake.

“Emily” you started only to be shut up as she moved to press her lips to yours. Nothing sweet or gentle about this, it’s raw and intimate. “I almost lost you” she mumbled against your lips before stealing another kiss, “and never would’ve been able to do that. I can’t wait anymore sweet girl life’s too short.”

“Am I dreaming? Or have they put me on the good shit?” You muttered dumbly, left finger tips touching your freshly kissed lips as Emily chuckled at your reaction. “No dream but you are on some pretty good meds right now sweetheart however, that was real. I want to be with you, more than friends, and nearly losing you made me realise I can’t wait forever to tell you. I understand if you don’t feel the same. We can forget it ever happened but I need you to know.”

“You. Want. Me?” Your confusion was evident. She wanted you like you wanted her? No way. You had to have died right? “ I want you y/n. And I think you want me? J has been saying you do but why would you want me? So I waited to see if you’d say anything and you never did. I figured friends were better than nothing…” you let a pained chuckle loose at her words. “Kiss me again” you whispered to the brunette as she moved away from you in fear she’d ruined something here.

Heaven. Her lips on yours. A little moan escaped you, could it be pain or desire? You weren’t sure you cared with her this close. “I want you too Emily prentiss. I should get stabbed more often if you keep kissing me like this.” It was then that the team decided to make their entrance. Emily leaning over the hospital bed, lips glued to yours as the team muttered a chorus of cheers and “about damn time.”

Word count~ 1450

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 24 days ago

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I am so interested in learning more about what happened in Berk in your Thistle, Scout and Scottish Bluebells story; the tension between Hiccup and the other Berkians got me hooked 🫢

Thistle, Scout and Scottish Bluebells pt 4

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 3,339

Something wicked this way comes. Or, well, you come to him.

Tags: httyd 1, aged up, au, time travel, bitter hiccup, semi-optimistic reader, edited

Hypothesis, research, experiment, conclusion, or Research, hypothesis, experiment, results, or- or anything else. You weren't sure by which names the steps went by. You knew Hypothesis for sure. It didn’t matter, anyways. It was all semantics.

You were loath to say your pitiful repertoire of K-12 scientific theory meant nothing in the world of wiles and physicality. There would be no point to it otherwise. However, this was much less theory, all practicum. It was all so much deeper than the scientific method. Hypothesis, experiment, research- it was like reciting your ABCs while writing a twelve-page thesis on transformational grammar.

What you needed to perry about was more along the lines of old textbooks with thick, laminate, card-board covers. You needed Columb and Ohm and Plank, especially if they and their theorems might have a smidgen to do with all of this. Any of this. With- what? Mechanics? Violent gear infantry? Postulates and axioms and whatever else… Oh, bother.

Balancing chemical equations in redox reactions, titrating and Gel Electrophoresis- that, you might have been able to do. With the right tools provided, of course. You could deal in physics theory, but in mechanical practicality? That was a whole new beast.

It was a fact that you were no expert on the ups and downs and mechanical sideways of technological genius. You were also loath to craft- half the things you needed, you were sure, were products of the forges and fires. Black lung was a worry… And soot, too, in a more general sense. And so, you were stumped. And lost. And miserable, and cold.

It was very, very dark. Your hands clutched at your upper arms, your eyes blinking tiredly. It was much too early for this, and you felt much too useless to make a way for yourself. Really, no matter what you did, you were certain you’d end up dead in a ditch somewhere, anyways.

You could nearly hear it, the low thrum of ominous horror-movie music in your ears. It wasn’t a tangible sound, more something you felt in the air. It was the breeze strumming against the baby hairs at the back of your neck and arms, it was all made up by the sound of the skin on your palms rushing over the prickled gooseflesh of your arms.

It was creepy, it was cold, and it was very-very gray out. It was just like Jaws or Scream, but in the woods, and you were alone, and there was less drinking and no teenagers. You were quite sure that you were no Final Girl, either. Or, maybe you were. You hoped so.

You didn’t have your phone. There wasn’t even a signal for you to search for, not that you felt that a phone signal would at all decrease the likelihood of you getting murdered. There were no park rangers- none of that modern-day security. Not that security had ever stopped anyone from getting lost in the woods…

It wasn’t a magical forest or a particularly unique one. You hadn’t even really seen a dragon yet. It just felt dangerous.

You probably wouldn’t be fine, no, if anyone showed up. Any one or anything. You thought very haughtily that your ability to flee was outmatched. Still, it was odd- strange, even, that you hadn’t yet seen any much of a glimpse of a dragon.

If it hadn’t been for everything else, you would have assumed that this was all one big hoax. Like The Truman Show… But, at least, if your situation was being televised to the country, you would be liable for some good pay.

It was very misty. And your stomach was empty, too. And you were very, very nervous.

Hiccup. That piece of shit. You weren’t sure how or why you found him so responsible for all of this but you did. That dreaded, disastrous rat. That foul lump of ragged blanket on that dumb, rickety bed, back-turned and silent.

Your feet crunched and squished against the old and damp forest floor, along a path that felt not at all like a path. It wasn’t so ‘carved out of the forest’ as it was just the clearest way, dead plants and wilting fauna giving the area a wide berth. You assumed almost that perhaps the forest was sick, or something. Very hard on the, ‘or something.’

The hairs on your arms prickled even more so than they ever had before, which you hadn’t known was a thing that your arms could do.

You stopped, suddenly, clenching your mud-crusted hands against your arms.

The sound of thumping grew louder. You thought it might have been your heart in your ears, or something in your head. Maybe a burst brain vessel, or the sound of a million medieval diseases trying to ruin your… Everything. Whatever.

You waited some more, and then were overcome by the thought that perhaps the sound wasn’t all coming from inside your head. It was less echoey, so perhaps not at all like a drum.

You fought a physical shudder. Or, well, you didn’t. You just shuddered.

Go away, go away… You started, thinking very hard.

You extended your palm, letting it graze against the side of a tree, wincing as your wrist scraped against a bundle of leaves and twigs.

You could turn your way around and probably find your way back, but you were still mad.

You turned around to leave, lifting up a large-booted foot before pausing quite suddenly, your arms up by your sides.

You were overcome by a sudden thought. What would Hiccup do? Or… have done?

Well… You had no idea. None at all. You weren’t particularly sure what you should do. This was no twenty-first century, after all. If you were, perhaps, to consider your best course of action… You wanted to go home.

And if movie-logic was at all a factor to be considered in relation to your strange and awful circumstance, the amount of progress that you made must have been equivalent to the proportion of main-character-ness exhibited by you personally.

There might have been some flaw in your rhetoric. It was also a fact of life that you’d never get results if you didn’t first test your hypothesis. And that meant… Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Or, in Rome… What was it that people said? ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do?’ Either, or.

It meant being strange. And stupid. Like Hiccup. Because he was both of those things. You could hear it now, his voice- Normal, mostly, but with an underbite. ‘Hand me the rag.’

Suck on it.

Damn, damn, damn. You thought of all the mish-mash of scattered pieces at your feet, and at the poorly secured -and stolen- hammer that you had had in one hand before cursing and throwing it down into the mud. You did not have that pure talent. You did not have an inventive mind. No, all of this would have to be learned the hard way. And the hard way meant…

You grimaced. You had to suck it up.

You burst forth through the undergrowth, twigs scraping against your knees.

“Ah-ha-haha..!” You shouted weakly. You stilled. Your voice… tapered. Viking-ly.

There was a man there, and he was old.

He had a gnarled, thin face and a long beard with a limp moustache, in the Viking fashion. Despite his stick-like limbs, there was not a cane in sight. No helmet, either. He wore Viking clothes-looking rags. He just hardly paused what he was doing and gave you a hard, disinterested, distasteful sneer.

His arms were all limp muscle and bone, stick-thin. His skin was deeply sun-spotted and of a slightly yellowish shade. He was a bony old man.

A second later, and there was another ‘thump’ as his axe once again hit the top of a piece of wood, which you noticed was already littered with an array of aggressive axe-marks.

You didn’t relax though, no. He had the type of look about him that made you think about skinned girls in basements- a bundle of blonde hair and runny eyeliner. A city kind of alleyway and a mugshot. Number-one suspect.

If he had a basement, you were sure that's what he’d have put in it. He would dig a hole and bury them in it, maybe. Or maybe he never had a basement. Maybe he buried his victims outside. Or maybe he burned them- you saw, at the corner of your eye, something flickering. There was a weak fire just behind him, swaying pathetically with the… There were no breezes. None at all.

You weighed the pros and cons of body burning in your head. Burying, too. Burning… Pork was something that came to your mind, which didn’t sound all too bad, if, in context, it hadn’t come hand-in-hand with a burning human body.

Your heart was beating like a madman against the inside of your chest. The man’s teeth were bared as he shouted at you, “Gerrotff!”

You yelped, startled, and nearly stumbled as the man took a rough step forwards, axe at the ready.

You didn’t run, though, petrified, you pulled arms up by your chest as you jumped away, the sharpest end of the old man’s dull axe embedding itself into the body of a tree trunk. It went in by a few measures of something relevant. You had a hard time peeling your eyes away from it.

After a hurried loud moment of angry, incomprehensible yelling, the man, painting, stopped trying to pull his axe out of the tree. He turned to give you a hard look.

“Whatar’ yerh?!” He demanded, arms hanging loose and tensed by his sides, at the ready. His jaw ground into itself like a horse’s chewing. It was erratic, moving in time to the irrational twitching of the corner of his brow and to what must have been the seductive thrum of violence in his head. His eyes told you that, wide and way-too-focused.

You could try running into the trees behind him, but that would involve going near him. He could grab you, if he had the strength- he had the strength to swing an axe, so his looks must have been deceptive. Not necessarily in terms of… Anti-appeal, but in terms of other things. You could try running to your side or behind- you couldn’t see either ways. If you tripped or fell, or fidgeted or found yourself in any way delayed, it would be so easy to grab you by the collar and drag you back.

What had he said? What was he saying? Your mind was racing. You were going to die, you were, sure. Your eyes twitched in place. Look around- or stay put?

“You- You were- Hi.” You tried, finally. If you were going to die, you wanted to- to- you didn’t know what. “Hi-hi, hi. Ah- Uhm… need any help?”

You stepped back, shoulders hunched and your hands clasped down by your waist, though they never stopped shaking. Your head was ducked and your arms straining as you watched him. You fought the urge to scuff your boots, too, feigning bashfulness- and cowering. Fawn, fawn, fawn.

Did he understand you? It-that-whatever could have been a product of your poor English. Or… Your poor Viking-ish. Norse. That had… That had him acting this way. You didn’t know of a grammar mistake that would warrant attempted murder, but ah, well….

You took everything in. You focused deeply on the man. Despite the blurring in your periphery, though they could hardly be called piles, you saw those too, spotty and slim though they were. There were what looked to be crude likenesses of wooden dragons ripped from walls or supports or some other such thing all in them, and there were some other things, too. Wooden handles, all chipped and old, what looked to be an old fur, and some belts-

“A ainae repea-”

There wasn’t really any place to hide. You might be able to run for it, but- You felt slightly behind you, the side of your hand whipping against odd, spindly bark in thick and thin formations, scattered through the air- in your panic, you’d lost your grip on the exit. Or, its whereabouts. The thought of which left you scrambling.

Your neck broke out in a cold sweat. You found yourself unable to look him in the eye, suddenly. If you’re going to kill me off, please make it quick.

Your breath hitched the hardest it ever had, your eyes locking into a dark stain deep in the side of one discarded leather strap, seeping out towards the body from a great, big gash in its thick and ragged side.

You looked just beyond the man’s feet. And then… Something fluttering at the edge of the fires caught your eye. A thin piece of parchment, covered in clumsy scratch marks and rune numbers in the oddest of orders-

“- Whit's yer kith-?!” He lunged forwards again threateningly.

“Hey- wait! Don’t- that-” You ended weakly, pointing with stiff arms, though they felt much more like butter at that moment. “What for it?”

The old man glared at you again, again. Then harder, when you didn’t run off. He wouldn’t eat you- you, well, you didn’t think that you would taste so good. Or, at least you hoped so.

“It’s important! Please, please-” You begged hands clasping as you took a step forwards, almost matching him. There was a pressure building behind your eyes, though it wasn’t a sorrowful sort of cry. It was more… Stressed. Obviously so.

Your heart thumped. Once, twice, three times, four and then five.

Would he bury you at six feet or ten? You heard bodies took longer to decay the deeper they were set into the earth, so maybe two. Two feet. It’s not as if there was anyone out here who’d look for you.

The old man stepped back, features not softening but changing shape almost as he regarded you. “Aye, ye mad lass! What’re ye on abot?”

Who is he? Why is he doing all of- That? You took a hard moment to pant as he relaxed some. You felt a bit like a bug under a glass- you felt the heat most definitely, even though there was no sun to be had.

It was silent. The old man didn’t ask again. Not the same question, or a clarifying one. He didn’t make a statement either.

“Just-” Your voice cracked violently, both stuck at the highest pitch and getting softer by the second, “I want to ask you for a- a-”

A favor, a favor, a favor- What was the word? You swallowed in such a way that your throat caught. It hurt. “A fa- A ‘favor?’”

“A favor, eh? for an odd lass i’ these odd woods…” He let out a high scoff, verging on a cackle, all sardony, no intrigue. “If ye wander these halls, a stranger s'till an enemy! An Outcast ye be, an it’sa fool wha takes ye intae his woods! Why shouldnae ‘A cut yeh doun where ye stand?!”

The man sneered at you again, knobbly, hard-knuckled hand grasping at the handle of his axe. He took a step forward threateningly, though he halted suddenly as his axe still refused to budge from the tree.

You felt slightly less intimidated.

“Please. Give-me.” After a very long moment, you spoke again. You wanted to kick yourself. “And- And, I’m not an outcast! I’m- I’ve been here for a while. I’m a- I travel, yes, but- I’ll find you anything you want!”

“Anything, you say?” The old man spat, showing ugly, gnarled, yellow teeth, some there, most not. He turned slightly away from you for a moment, tugging against his axe and grinning wickedly under a messy, gray moustache as it budged slightly. Without looking, he shot out a booted foot, knocking a half-stack of parchment from the fires. “There’s nothin ‘a worth on this Gods forsaken island… But I’d like tae see ye try.”

Your eyes widened as he took a step forwards, knowing with your most animal brain what he was about to do before he did it. You glanced towards the array of junk by your feet. If it was there- if the paper was there, then maybe you could grab it and run.

But all in a moment, the man lifted his axe, and he began to run at you, yelling.

“I’ll find it! I prom- I promise I’ll-” With the highest scream you’ve ever let out, you started sprinting, arms scraping violently against dry and brittle branches that reachout out like claws. You didn’t wait for a path to appear to you, you just pushed your way through the spiny underbrush.

As you burst your way backwards, tears trickling down your cheeks, cold and wind-bothered, despite the adrenaline, you couldn’t help but to think of about those strange and mysterious characters- the outline of a gear, and the inklings of something round and wooded sketched out onto paper, slightly hidden between two old, scratched leather covers.

What was on those papers? Well, you weren’t completely sure. But you knew you needed them.

Hypothesis: …

“God-damn it!” You stormed in place, letting out a grumble from way back in your throat. “It’s fine. It’s fine.”

Doesn’t sound fine. There was something smug about his silence… And him. There was alway something smug about him and his darned shuffling and everything else.

You huffed, cringing at the sound of your boots scuffing against the wood planking. Disgusting- that is what it was. Not that Hiccup cared- he stepped everywhere in his boots. Wore the same shirt and pants every day… At least he bathed. Maybe. You’d never seen him do it but you didn’t smell much, really, so he had to be clean. At least, he was as scentless as anyone could be without deodorant.

You mussed your hair with your hands, eyes clenched shut with frustration.

He was sitting there, ignoring you. Back to that, are we, then?

Stupid, stupid- Happy.

I’m happy, I’m happy. I’m happy.

You were not happy, Glaring back, you sent him a look that said, ‘None of your business.’ Angrily, hastily, you clenched your elbows.

“What do you want, Sherlock?” You snapped, finally. Of course, you were sure he didn’t get the reference. Though the result of geography and time that might have been, you still found him to be quite plebian for it. Sherlock Holmes.

He didn’t respond to you.

You huffed, shuffling back slightly before throwing yourself onto the bed.

Ouch.

You landed with hardly a bounce, though you stubbornly refused to readjust, crossing your arms over your chest and planting your neck awkwardly against the wall. You ignored the way your heels of your bootes felt against the frame and the slight layer of fabric over it, your neck prickling and wood creaking dangerously as you waited for the bed to collapse.

Hiccup sent you an awnry look, annoyed by the noise. Not ‘probably,’ no, the implication was clear. And, probably, he was annoyed by your own propensity to take up space. His shabby stool squeaked slightly as he shifted from where he had been hunched over whatever it was that he was doing in the corner of the room.

You glared back at him stubbornly.

Get out of my bed. You read it in his eyes.

You stared at him even more stubborn-ly. No.

After a very quick and tense stand-off, Hiccups turned away.

You still didn’t feel guilty. You doubted he would really kick you off today, not that he had ever had to. You usually slept on the floor. It was most probably a forge night, anyways, and the bed was always yours on forge nights. Still, you hoped he felt appropriately put off.With budding, frustrated energy burbling back up to the corner of your eyes, You glared at him in a way that you hoped came off appropriately disrespectful. It’s mine. It’s mi-ine.

#a teaser as to what's to come!! I got to this ask really late sorry haha #httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #hiccup x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #httyd imagine #fem reader #female reader #ask

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futterurl · 2 years ago

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hi! I'm coming with an idea for a josh futturman x reader smut fic, so... I was thinking of a scenario where the reader is Josh's friend, and one day, they come to his house to give back a game they borrowed from him. without hesitation and knocking, they enter his room, but... he's pleasing himself. It's a bit awkward, but eventually, the reader asks if he can help him with it and then gives him blowjob or smth 🫢 I'd love to see this in a fic!

RHIS ID SO REAL ANON I LOVE THE WAY U THINK!!!!!!! hes in my head all day might as well givd him some🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

WARNINGS: gn!reader, blowjob, cumming in mouth

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it was a nice day out, you walking over to your friend josh’s house. you had borrowed a video game from him awhile back that he recommended you play. finally, after a few weeks, you beat the entire thing. god, you were such a loser.

you let yourself in to his house with a key you had. you both had keys to each other’s houses. you both had been best friends for so long, it became normal to waltz in to the others house to get stuff, pick up packages, or just a place to crash for a little while.

you didn’t see his parents home, or him, for that matter. you closed the door behind you, shoving your keys in your picket. you walked to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. you shouldn’t have walked over while it was so hot out.

while you got yourself a bit of water, you started to think about josh. your mind would wander every now and then about him. so what if he was a loser boy who gamed for a living? he was funny, shy, and cute. what’s not to like?

for starters, he had a pretty jawline. it was very sharp. you also loved his hair. his hair was one of your favorite things about him. whenever the both of you were together, you’d find yourself playing with his hair every now and then.

oh, how you wished you could pull on his hair as he sucked on your-

you shook your head, trying to swipe the thought away. you couldn’t think about your best friend like that. you weren’t even here for that! you just had to return the video game.

you walked up to his room, video game in hand, ready to call or tell him about it and how much fun it was. you didn’t think he was home, as the house was practically dead silent. you’d just leave the game on his desk and leave. simple as that.

you opened his door and it wasn’t that simple at all.

staring back at you was josh, panting on his bed with his hard erection in his hand. the video game slipped out of your grasp, falling onto the floor.

after a few seconds of the most awkward silence you had ever had to sit through, you opened your mouth. “what the fuck, josh.”

“what do you mean what the fuck??? this is my house!!” he panicked, pulling his boxers up to conceal his throbbing cock. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m returning the fucking game you let me borrow! that’s all! i didn’t know anyone was home!” you yelled back.

“shit, um..i’m sorry you…uh..if you saw…uh..yeah…” his words started to turn into mutters.

“dude, it’s fine. it’s normal. i’m not grossed out. promise. we all do it from time to time.” you started to slowly walk into his room, hoping he would calm down.

“i look like a fucking weirdo. i promise i’m not.” he held his head in his hands. this was the most embarrassing moment of his entire life.

“josh. really, don’t sweat it. we all masturbate. i shouldn’t have walked in like that. it’s my fault, if anything.” you wanted to hug him. he was typically the insecure type, and this wasn’t helping. at all.

an idea popped into your head. an awful, genius idea. an idea that would maybe calm his nerves. everything was on the table now. you couldn’t make things worse.

“i could…i could help you with that. if you want.” you said barely loud enough so he could hear.

he perked up, looking at you. had he heard you correctly? there’s no way…

“what?” he asked, voice wavering.

you looked down to his concealed erection. “i could help you with it, if you’d like. i don’t want you to feel like this is something you should be embarrassed about.” you sat on the bed next to him.

“are…are you sure?” he asked. he almost pinched himself, not believing this was real.

“yes’ i’m sure, josh.” you tried to play it cool, like your heart wasn’t pounding out of your chest. were you being too bold?

“o-only if you want to, of course! sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel forced or anything. just ignore what i said. i..i was just kidding! the last thing i wanna do is make you even more uncomfortable-” you were rambling at this point.

josh stopped you. “no, please. i want you to do this so bad.” his eyes looked down at his cock, throbbing through his boxers, pleading for a release. your eyes also looked down, then met his.

you got up and wedged yourself in between his thighs, getting close up to his tent in his boxers. you traced the outline of it with your finger, making him jolt with pleasure.

“gonna have to take these off for me, josh, okay?” you asked, tenderness in your voice. you knew how careful you had to be around intimacy.

he nodded his head, spurting okays and tugging his boxers off. only then did you really get a good look at his hardened cock. you saw every detail of it: the pink tip, the way it curved, its length.

“d-don’t stare, ‘s weird.” he tried to avert your eyes to anything else, starting to get a bit nervous.

“alright, i won’t stare. i’ll get to it.” you said, testing the waters as you kissed the tip. he jolted, you knew that felt really good.

“shit…” he breathed heavily. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing: his best friend, on their knees, kissing and looking at his cock. it felt unreal, like he was gonna wake up any second.

he was reminded that this was real, however, when you swirled your tongue around his tip. his head fell back with a groan. you hadn’t even put it in your mouth but it already felt so fucking good.

he started to get restless, wanting more yet being so overstimulated at the same time, pulling at your hair lightly. “please, more.” he pleaded, not caring how desperate he seemed to be.

you obliged as your mouth sunk down on him, taking the tip and a bit of his length, attempting to run your tongue all over it. he tugged at your hair even more, feeling so good. he didn’t want this to ever end.

your head bobbed down even more, until finally taking all his length, mouth connecting with the base. he let out a loud moan.

“please. move. fuck, feels too damn good.” he was begging at this point, and who were you to deny a man his wishes?

your head moved up and down in tiny thrusts, testing the waters of how much you could take without having breathing issues. it was all worth it to bring your eyes up to him, seeing his scrunched up eyes, mouth open, moaning and whimpering, and head thrown back. it was mesmerizing.

you started to bob your head up and down on him faster, tongue running down his cock with every move. every second of movement brought him closer and closer to his release. one of your hands ran circles around his thigh, partially holding him steady.

“shit, shit, starting t’ get close. fuck.” his hips threatening to jolt up into your mouth. he knew he wouldn’t last long, him already being hard, but with him in your mouth, watching his best friend’s head bob up and down on his length? he’d be done in seconds.

your tongue swirled around the tip, giving yourself a second to breathe. “please, josh, cum in my mouth. know you can do it, give it to me.” you got back to work, head moving furiously on his cock, trying to bring him to his sweet release he had been trying to chase by himself earlier.

“gonna come, fuck, feels so good, please, please…” he started to whimper incoherent babbles as you ran your tongue sloppily up and down his pretty cock.

after one last bob of your head, his hips started jolting, and you started to feel spurts of cum shooting into the back of your throat in ropes. you kept moving, trying to help him ride through his orgasm as he kept moaning and rambling as he came.

once he stopped moaning so hard and regulated his breath, you slowly took him out of your mouth, disconnecting with his tip with a pop. you took a gulp, swallowing all his seed. he would hate to admit how hot he thought that was.

“do you feel better now?” you asked getting up and sitting beside him as he lay down on his bed.

“that…holy shit that was fantastic.” he breathed, chest heaving. “you have the mouth of a fucking god. thank you so much.”

“hey, ‘s just helping a friend out, right?” you replied, rubbing one of his arms. “hope that did help.”

“yeah, that was so great. holy shit.” he sat up, thinking.

‘helping a friend out.’ he thought to himself. next time, he was gonna help you out, and make sure you guys weren’t just friends anymore. what you just did was one of the best things he ever experienced, and he wanted to make sure you’d know that and get repayment someday.

that could wait, though. he had to take it slow.

“so, which game did you wanna bring back to me that started all this?”

#future man #josh futturman smut #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman #future man smut

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Me trying to turn this into a Mine blurb 🤣🫣but this could also just add on to cat burglar y/n x mafiarry

They like roleplay her trying to break into the house and steal something nice that he has because maybe they’re talking about a new threat of some guys trying to steal something Harry has locked in his safe and they’re thinking oh I’m so smart I hid it perfectly and we have the best security so there’s no issue and maybe she doesn’t know where it is exactly in the house either but she’s like you know what I bet I could find it and get it I know how your mind works / how you operate and Asher and Harry give knowing glances and smirks to eachother like “yeah mama I bet you could, but don’t let me/us catch you” maybe that night Harry sets up all the security and stuff and goes to bed and she wakes up in middle of night and goes on her quest LOL she moves around any traps yadda yadda she finds where the safe is and guesses the right numbers (it’s something cute like her birthday or the day they met) and opens the safe and immediately sirens go off and she grabs it and turns around and he’s right there 🫢smirking like an ass. Asher comes in after turning off all the alarms and that previous idea of them telling her what she did wrong (didn’t turn off the cameras, didn’t turn of alarm system idk) hes doing it in a flirty hot way little bit of good degrading / praising “i have to give it to you mama you did impress me, i didn’t think you’d find where it is” “but you got caught didn’t you? Just a dumb little puppy who thinks she can steal what’s mine” “what should I do with you now mama? Tie you up? Torture you like the rest?”and then of course she has to be punished for getting caught I’m thinking tied to the bed, panties stuffed in mouth to keep her quiet while he’s explains how he would punish the actual bad guys but he’s doing it to her in a hot way (could just be Harry or both)

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Oh...my god?? oh my god oh my god oh my god oH MY GOD I LOVE IT?????

BESTIE CAN YOU WRITE THIS FOR ME I am actually sooo obsessed with this idea and can absolutely see this being their dynamic!!! This is so genius and absolutely he would be so cocky about it and obviously she's trying so hard not to get caught but they're just watching her on the monitor the whole time 😭 EEEE STOP I KEEP REREADING IT, IT'S SO GOOD!!!

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY GENIUS, I ADORE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN 😭💞💞 pls feel free to continue anytime hehe

#monicaalexandraaa #mine concept #⭐️

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what-a-strange-creature · 7 months ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 bea’s books of 2024 in review ᯓᡣ𐭩

I've been in a reading slump over the past few years, so I set a fairly low reading goal for 2024 -- just 12 books, one book a month. I'm happy to say I accomplished that 🎉

I'm in the middle of a handful of books now, so maybe I'll finish some more before the year is officially out.

currently reading:

Thirst by Marina Yuszczuk (fiction, bought new) The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams by Nasdijj (nonfiction, bought used) Doppelganger by Naomi Klein (nonfiction, e-book)

*This list won't include fanfiction, or any books I've reread, which is what I spent a majority of my time reading 🫢*

what i read in 2024: 1. Tokyo Ueno Station by Yū Miri | 5/5 stars

I read this book in the first week of January, and it has been a tough one to beat. I cried three times during this book. I finished it in a handful of hours -- it's not a long book, but it's also so captivating I couldn't put it down. Haunting. Beautiful. Highly recommend.

2. Twisted Love by Ana Huang | 2/5 stars

A friend gave me this book, insisting that I would love it. At the time, we'd just had a conversation about ~spicy books, so I told her I'd give it a shot even though I was skeptical. Big no from me. Totally mediocre. I would read it if it was fanfic about characters I'm familiar with, but even then it's not the first thing I would click on as I'm browsing through AO3. That coupled with the fact that a person has to (potentially) pay for it to read it is enough for me to dislike it. The sex scenes aren't fun. The story is annoying. Sorry if you like it. That's my opinion.

3. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides | 5/5 stars

Yes, I saw the movie before I read the book. Yes, I love the book so much more than the movie. Is this the perfect book about the male gaze and disillusionment? Maybe, maybe not. I haven't read a better one yet. (But if you know one, please tell me what it is because I love reading about these themes!) I still think about it all the time, the prose are genius, the first person plural POV is so clever. One of my all-time favorites.

4. Priest by Sierra Simone | 2/5 stars

I read this because my coworker told me the sex scenes were amazing and the fact that it was a smutty book about a priest interested me. I was in it for a few chapters, but once the first sex scene had come and gone (lol), I was completely out of it. I skimmed the rest of it after that. I wanted more angsty yearning, which was my fault, I guess. It was better than Twisted Love, but not by much. Naturally, things got misogynistic in some parts. Like, there was a little detail that made me think "oops, I do that during sex, guess I need to be insecure about that now," which is so fun and great. I'm going to stop taking recommendations from my work friends.

5. The Stranger by Albert Camus | 3/5 stars

I listened to this as an audiobook because I was at work and it was short enough that I could finish it in one shift. I also wanted to actually read something by Camus, because I had only ever listened to people summarize his work, and all of their reviews felt too truncated, like they're missing some vital details for the sake of brevity. Now that I've read it? I'm still missing something. And it's not for lack of trying or knowledge or nuance or understanding of historical context or anything like that. I appreciate the existence of this book and the work of Camus, and to a point I'm on board with his approach to the absurd, but his conclusions just piss me off. I want to try to read more of his work, because there are people I respect that respect him and his philosophy... So I guess we'll see what future me has to say. The story itself is fine. I can see why schools make this required reading.

6. Sociopath: A Memoir by Patric Gagne | 3/5 stars

This was another audiobook I listened to over a couple of days. I liked it at the time, but a few days later, I looked up reviews and some people were saying that there were fundamental parts of it that weren't true. I didn't do any research on that accusation; it's not like I'm a professional critic, and I'm not writing an academic paper using this book as a source. I've mostly forgotten it all at this point, anyway.

7. The Queer Art of Failure by Jack Halberstam | 4/5 stars

This is a pretty cool book about queer theory and media. I read it for fun, so I haven't looked at any reviews or critiques or complementary works, so forgive me if this isn't The Best book about queer theory and media. But I liked it. I'd like to read it again. It prompted me to watch The Piano Teacher, which fucked me up but also deeply impacted me.

8. Perfume by Patrick Suskind | 3/5 stars

This is a book that The Queer Art of Failure prompted me to read. I found the themes more interesting than the plot itself. The middle of the book, once the protagonist isolates himself in the mountain, has been the most memorable part for me.

9. Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu | 4/5 stars

LESBIAN VAMPIRE NATION RISE. What a classic.

10. This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone | 4/5 stars

This book really resonated with me when I first read it, but as time goes on, that excitement is fading a bit. It's worth noting that this was my second attempt at this book. The first time, I tried reading it as an e-book, and I couldn't stay focused. This time, I listened to it in one sitting, which really held my attention. The letters between Red and Blue made me cry multiple times. Definitely The Book for fans of star-crossed lovers that are doomed to fail. Definitely not for people who prefer literal, tactile imagery as opposed to poetic metaphors; I will be the first to admit that the threads of time, and their methods for delivering their letters, were ridiculous to visualize. But it was fun and romantic. Give it a listen.

11. I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid | 5/5 stars

This book goes so hard. I could scream about this for days. Atmospheric. Suspenseful. Strange. Emotional. Beautiful. Gut-wrenching. One of my favorite books now. It has changed me in ways that I don't even understand yet. I haven't seen the movie yet (I don't have Netflix anymore), but honestly I don't know if I want to watch it. I'd rather just read the book again.

12. Animal Farm by George Orwell | 5/5 stars

Somehow, I never had to read this for school. I'm well aware of the book's themes and historical context and whatnot through cultural osmosis, but actually listening to it myself was sick.

#strangecreature.txt #bea's books 2024 #i like looking back on the books i read but i don't want to track them on goodreads

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musicthatyoucandanceto · 1 year ago

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robin’s opinions about sparks albums 1971-1979

because I wanted to review them like I’ve seen a lot of people do, but I am simply not strong enough to rank them by how much I like them (I love them all dearly). these are all my opinions so please don’t come at me 😇

Self-Titled (1971) (I often wonder how they came up with such genius stuff as their first album, but then again, it’s the Maels and of course they did) Bops: SLOWBOAT!!! 💞💖💗, Saccharin and the War, High C (and many more…)

Flops: Biology 2 :| it's fun sometimes but I usually skip it (as many people do). Sorry not sorry Earle Mankey 🫢

A Woofer in Tweeter’s Clothing (1972)

Bops: Girl 👏 from 👏 Germany 👏 (far beyond the rest of the album imo), Whippings and Apologies

Flops: The Louvre (it’s actually ok but I never feel like I need to listen to it), Batteries Not Included 👎

KIMONO MY HOUSE (1974)!!!!! MY BESTIE!!!!

Bops: Amateur Hour (this is everyone’s favorite but it’s the best song I have ever heard in my life), Barbecutie, Talent is an Asset, and more!

Flops: literally none this is a no skip album. Sometimes Here in Heaven can be a little grating but I never let myself skip it (out of loyalty) 💪

Propaganda (1974)

Bops: B.C. (I am a HUGE B.C. enjoyer), Something for the Girl with Everything, Marry Me, and bonus points to Propaganda because it's cool

Flops: ummm Who Don't Like Kids I guess? or Achoo? but both of those are actually really good, they just have annoying endings so I don't think they count

Indiscreet (1975) << LOVE her

Bops: Looks, Looks, Looks!!! (SLAYS SO HARD), Hospitality on Parade, How Are You Getting Home/Happy Hunting Ground/The Wedding of Jacqueline Kennedy to Russell Mael/Get In The Swing/Under The Table With Her

damn I didn't know I liked Indiscreet this much

Flops: Indiscreet is OOPS ALL BANGERS!!! No flops here :)

Big Beat (1976) ok if I thought I loved Indiscreet I REALLY love Big Beat. It was the first Sparks album I liked and it gets a lot of hate but it's my good time boy

Bops: Confusion!!! Screwed Up!!! I Like Girls!!! (The amount of exclamation points in this post is getting appalling‼️)

Flops: White Women I guess?? It's my least favorite but it's still very well produced in terms of music, I just get squeamish about the lyrics (which is funny bc I'm fine with Throw Her Away And Get A New One). I know the song is ironic but still........

Introducing Sparks (1977) (also my good time boy)

Bops: I looooove Occupation, Forever Young, and Over the Summer and those are just the ones I would rank 10 out of 10!!! There are a lot of other ones that are also fabulous

Flops: Those Mysteries .... I know a lot of people like it but it just does not hit for me. I'm not a huge fan of I'm Not either but it's still a solid 7 out of 10

NUMBER ONE IN HEAVEN (1979)! aka number one in my heart!! ok maybe number three but no one's forcing me to rank them

Bops: La Dolce Vita, Beat the Clock, The Number One Song in Heaven...... but I hate picking favorites.....

Flops: my other voice 😶 it's good but the rest of the album is incredible, show stopping, fantastic, amazing, and other adjectives that describe how my mind was blown when I first listened to it. I think My Other Voice is nice as a lead up to The Number One Song in Heaven but it is my least favorite on the album

#sparks #my 'sparks opinions' tag #this is part one of… five maybe?#(update it's 4)#too many exclamation points

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IM HERE FOR THE THEORIES I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT ALL NIGHT KAYLA *kisses your smexy genius brain*

Alright sooo my top suspect is HeeJay. I KNOW HOONIE SEEMS SUS BUT I could never doubt my breadcheeks maybe he's just trying to be like smart, and yk like try to figure out shit without panicking like the others? And also the way both HeeJay are like so close to each other in the first chapter like what if it's a Scream situation where there are two killers? And hoon is kinda suspicious of HeeJay so he's just sitting back and observing them.

NOT EVEN GONNA SUSPECT MY BABIES RIKI WON SUNOO AND JAKE THEY'RE TOO PURE AND INNOCENT FOR THIS but honestly ghostface Sunoo meow

well I'll give it to you, you've got one thing correct 🫢

#₊❏❜ ⋮ 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⌒#━ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀「🧩」#mona over here connecting dots #i won't say what you got right #but youll know what when you read the next part #tmh #tmh disc.

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det-loki · 1 year ago

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The two would seriously make an awesome movie together, I can see them being long lost brothers! Twins separated at young age and maybe Detective Loki ends up investigating Billy's wife's murder and that's when they find out about each other 🫢

_Bloom_

wait...you're a genius!!! loveeeee this idea!

#asks answered

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literally need like chase nsfw alphabet so bad he is on my mind

i got u babe

@firelitsparks helped me & co-wrote a lot of this so big thank you!! ily

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's definitely great at aftercare. he cares a lot about you and is over-worried about your wellbeing constantly, so much that he may go over the top with it sometimes. towel to clean you up, water to hydrate, maybe even a cold towel so you don't overheat. constantly asking if you need anything at all. i think as the relationship goes on he gets better at knowing the specifics of what you need, going less overboard.

as for receiving… he really gets off on getting taken care of, so aftercare is hard with him because he gets so easily turned on by it. y’all are definitely gonna have to go another round.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i think chase’s favorite body part of yours is a tie between your boobs (if you have them) and thighs.

for boobs, he loves them no matter the size. he loves having his head between them, loves lying on them, loves having his hand under your shirt to just hold them. not even in a sexual way sometimes, just for the comfort and your warmth.

as for thighs- its similar. no matter the size, he adores being crushed by them. he’s taken lots of naps just laying his head in-between them. when you’re sitting down, he almost always has a hand on one of them.

his favorite body part of his own has to be his hands. he’s proud of how they contribute to science, how he can use them with his molecularkinesis, and how they handle his laser bo. he’s also incredibly proud of how easily they can make you come apart.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

honestly, with how cleanly chase is, i don’t think he likes cumming anywhere but inside you. he won’t mind it on your tummy or back, but he prefers it in your mouth or inside you. he thinks the act of cumming on your face is a little too degrading and messy.

he also likes how possessive the aspect of cumming in you is. you letting him mark you on the inside really defines that you’re his and it drives him crazy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

multiple. we all know he can record things with his bionic eye and ears and put them in a hard drive, right…? i think thats pretty self explanatory 🫢

he’s also always wanted to try pegging, and has a bit of a size kink if you’re on the smaller side. he’s been bullied his whole life about being small, having a partner thats smaller than him would stroke his ego in a way he definitely wants to play with.

…he doesn’t want to say it, but he also wants to try some roleplay with him as a scientist and you as his subject.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think when you start dating he’s not experienced at any aspect. he’s had a few people come onto him, sabrina for sure, but he’s never actually dated anyone, let alone had any sexual experience. it’s completely new to him.

however! he is a bionic genius. when your sex life starts out, i think he’s going completely by the book, searching every technical aspect he has about it in his hard drive. but it’s still flimsier, because he has to get used to the fact that everyones different. he takes the time to learn about what makes you tick.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

chase wants to have full access to every part of you. your face, your chest, your clit/dick, so he likes positions that give him that range. missionary, front to front smoothing and cowgirl are up there. he wants to see every little reaction on your face when he takes you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he definitely takes it more seriously. he’s a romantic at heart, wanting to take his time to really make you feel good. if something funny happens he might crack a joke, but for the most part, he’s hyperfocused on how it feels for the both of you. the goofiest he’ll be is how lovey dovey he gets for you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

super well groomed. he likes it all neat and tidy down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

chase has a hard time having sex with no romantic connection. it needs to be leveled with romance for him. intimacy is absolutely one of the pluses and what makes it so great for him. like i said before, this man is insanely lovey dovey for you, he’s the type to break out a shit ton of candles and rose petals.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

after the two of you start dating, he rarely jerks off anymore. he can barely get off without you close by. the only time he does is when he’s away for a while on time consuming missions, and even then, he calls you just to hear you talk him through it.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

I HAVE A WHOLE LIST HERE, but i think his top ones are absolutely voice and praise. he loves hearing you talk, saying anything, especially when you’re telling him how good he’s doing and how good he feels. he can’t count how many times he’s came just from you moaning for him.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he is not that much of an exhibitionist. his favorite place is at home, in a bed, where he can take his time with you.

however, if he gets really fucking horny out in public, he’s down to do it at the nearest solitary environment possible. as long as no one can see you, he’s down to dick you down anywhere. y’all have definitely desecrated the lab on multiple occasions

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally everything you do. you touch him on the shoulder and his dick is hard.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing that will hurt you. he’s too scared to lose you or scare you off, so i really can’t see him doing something that will endanger you, mentally or physically. sorry to my degradation girlies but i don’t think he’s into giving for that 🫣

as for himself, i don’t think he’d like being bound too much. a simple hand tie is fine with him, but after being strapped down to giselle’s table, he’s not down for anything more than that.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving. like i said, he fucking loves your thighs, and will gladly be in-between them any time and anywhere. he loves hearing you moan for him, and the knowledge that he can get you off with just his tongue sends his ego skyrocketing.

he will never say no to receiving either, but he rarely asks for it. he’s always nervous they’re doing it just for his sake. it also makes him cum faster than he’d like to admit. seeing you with his dick in your mouth is a little too much for him to handle.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends! he prefers taking his time with you for the most part, but when he gets close he tends to lose himself in you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t prefer them, but they’re kind of necessary for him with his mission schedule. like i said, he prefers to take his time with you.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to experiment with anything once, but is hesitant to try anything that might hurt you.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

…he’s bionic and trained in fighting. he can go for days. you’ve definitely never outlasted him without tapping out.

as for lasting, with you? he cums faster than he’d like to. you just drive him a little too crazy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t think he owned any before you, but he’s down to try them out. especially ones that could work with his magnetism app.

on the other hand, i can see him getting a little jealousy and preferring to just use what he’s got.

i can see him inventing his own toy for you to use while he’s away on missions, which was perfect, until he sees how much you enjoy it…

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

chase isn't unfair, nope, nope. he TRIES to tease you, but the very SECOND you tease him back or show your interest, he's becoming a subby mess. he can't even edge you more than maybe one time because the minute you beg him he's a bigger mess than you are.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when you first start out, he tries to stifle his noises as much as possible for fear of embarrassment. but as soon as you tell him how much you love them, he lets them out, and he’s fucking loud.

he absolutely cannot shut up, and he’s full of just whimpers and whines. he almost sounds like he’s crying when he’s close to cumming.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he thanks you every time its over. without fail. he’s making you cum multiple times and he’s still thanking you for letting him do it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

…he’s big. and he has no idea. he knows the average dick size, but in his brain, he’s not that big. so when you tell him he is, he’s a blushing mess.

7 1/2 inches and thick. he has you wobbly legged and sore after.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. when he’s around you his dick gets harder faster than you can blink. he was a megavirgin before you, now he’s just addicted to feeling you. you’re in the grossest pjs ever and he wants you. he just got back from a mission and he’s literally limping and bleeding and he’s trying to get you to sit on his face.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not super fast. he has bionic stamina, so it takes longer for him to get rid of that adrenaline. he’s content with watching you doze off peacefully on his shoulder.

#chase davenport x reader #ns/fw #chase hcs #chase davenport smut

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BUSINESS PROPOSAL > fourty! kiss me

synopsis > being the amazing friend you were, you had helped your friend who desperately did not want to go on the blind date so you went as her. however, you were dumbfounded to find out that the CEO was your friend’s blind date! hopefully, he doesn’t recognise you.

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NOTE: yeahhhh they kissed again😘😘 except y/n doesn’t run away like what hari did to taemoo🫢

oh and voting!! here is the link to the voting🫶🏻🫶🏻

you were finally back from the little trip you had with sunghoon. it was a nice little getaway but work was still the main priority. hence, you were currently behind the computer typing and planning out sunghoon’s entire schedule. he didn’t ask you to do it but that's what a secretary was supposed to do.

now you might be wondering if jake was actually fired from his job.

“(name). could you kindly help me schedule a meeting for sunghoon? the vendor just got back to me.” jake says. you hummed before trying to place in the meeting.

no, jake was not fired as sunghoon’s secretary. sunghoon just had two secretaries now. it wasn't common but at least jake didn’t have to panic when he forgot to schedule things (which was highly impossible). jake was still thankful since his table was usually filled with tons of files and at least he has someone to help clear it up.

you heard a small knock on your desk, “yo. jay says he needs his file back since he needs to tweak it a little.” jake says. you hand him the file. “not much of a talker, huh.”

you deadpanned, “it’s work hours, mr.sim.”

“you sound like sunghoon. maybe this is why you two are-”

“(name)!!” sunoo runs up to you.

“yes, sunoo?”

“the shoot for your product has just started! we need you to monitor it!”

“what? why? i’m sunghoon’s secretary now.”

“you were the mastermind behind this dumb dumb.” sunoo grabs your hand. “let’s go!”

“kim sunoo-” and so, you were dragged by sunoo out of your seat.

and now, you were stuck watching a stupid photoshoot. you had to admit, romin certainly was a perfect candidate. your eyes shortly met with romin’s. he smiles before waving at you. the camera director looks to your way and you swore you saw his eyes light up. like a genius plan just appeared in his head.

“miss (name), is it?” he asks. you were already suspicious of him.

“uh, yes.”

“we think you’d be perfect as a replacement for our female model! unfortunately, she is unable to shoot due to her car breaking down and we are running on a tight schedule.”

“uhh, i’m so sorry but I can’t model.”

“it’s alright! we’ll just get you dolled up and help you along the way!”

“I really don’t want to do this.”

“miss (name)-”

romin stops the guy.

"i am sorry but shouldn't we be focusing on the photoshoot since you are tight on schedule? i am still not done with my part."

the camera director sighs and instructs his crew to continue. just as romin was about to say something to you, sunghoon appears.

"why are you down here?" his sudden voice gave you a mini heart attack.

"mr.park, what are you doing here?"

"i asked you first."

you sighed, "i didn't want to be here. sunoo brought me down here since it was my project originally before i became your secretary. K is leading the team, right now." you say as you watched the photoshoot go on. sunghoon hums.

"you can stay here if you'd like."

"no. i was part of the department but now i am committed to being a secretary. moreover, jake is suffering. i should at least help him out." you say.

"if you're happy with being my secretary then that's good. i do need to see you in my office though."

"why?" you turned to face the boy.

"you need to tell me my schedule for today. jake left early. he mentioned about some party he was invited to." sunghoon rolls his eyes. you giggled a little.

"sad that your half brother is leaving you with all the work?"

"if i say yes, would it make me a bad brother?"

"not at all."

sunghoon smiles. it was the first time you ever saw him smile and it made your heart flutter.

"let's go, ms.(name)."

"yes, sir."

you quickly followed sunghoon into his office. you grabbed the iPad from your desk and started scrolling. sunghoon settles on his chair and told him his schedule one by one.

"oh, jake mentioned that you have a meeting with the vendor. he can only meet at-"

"cancel that meeting. i found out he has been scamming off companies. he's getting really bold lately."

"but that's your grandmother's-"

"i run the company now. it's time my grandmother realise that her methods aren't right. i don't want to extort another business just to do well in the current affairs."

you nod, "alright, then. you'll just some free time after 5pm."

"alright. you get off at 5pm too right?"

"yes? once you finish work, my work is done for the day too. if anything i can just continue right at home." sunghoon stands up, you stepped back. he steps forward again and this kept happening until you were backed up and sitting on his table.

"mr.park, what are you doing?"

he doesn't say anything. his eyes flickered down right on your lips. he leans in and your heart races. you knew this shouldn't happen but you didn't stop him. his lips land right on yours, a simple peck. you knew he was holding himself back. you tugged on the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

if he wasn't going to do it, then you'd do it all by yourself.

only problem, he was a really good kisser...

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personasintro · 3 years ago

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Mimi ch 53 was a rollercoaster ride like my mind can’t absorb what was happening. But first let me thank you for working so hard on this and every other one of your story and sharing this with us 🫶🏼🫶🏼 Anyway some of my thoughts…

1. Its good that jk told his family about what happened. Sometimes we do need time on our own to process and accept what happened and him feeling like it is okay to share the burden now, somehow feels like he is finally ready, really ready to let go and move forward with his life. 💝

2. Ohhh them finally doing it raw is like the sexiest smut I have ever read. The teasing, anticipation then finally going at it is like okay. Yn riding his face and her squirting omg she’s so hot like dude give her to meeee 🫠

3. Yn moving out and Jimin calling them out on their situationship.. I kinda feel like there’s something more out this and it will affect how the rest of the story will pan out which leads me to my next one

4. Jk inviting Ester and missing on the communication like he suddenly brought this up a few days before the trip itself. I dunno but when yn was still living with him from ch 46-52, they never really argued. They communicated the best and now that they did the deed, and yn out of his apartment, it kinda feels like jk doesn’t care anymore and he can do whatever he wants. That is just me though. Yn might have overreacted a bit, but jk calling her selfish and childish and saying ester is his friend too like her and yn are on the same level is.. uncalled for I guess. Can we just go and inhale the Busan air back?? 🥲

5. When they were in Busan, jk acted so clingy and so boyfriend to yn. Which makes me think like finally, things are looking up and these two might fall in love with eo. But after this chapter it seems to me that jk only ever sees her as a bestfriend and that all it is is just fun and casual sex with him as what they tell their friends that they are JUST hooking up- for him it might be what it is. I cant say the same for yn because it seems like she’s falling for him even if she’s not yet aware about it.

Anyway sorry for this long ask. I thoroughly enjoyed the story even its giving me a a bit of anxiety hahaha excited to see what Yoongs will bring to the table. If his and ester character will bring the positive - yn and jk realising they like eo more than friends. Or not so positive as in yn and jk starting a relationship with other people. Either way I just hope they don’t actually ruin their friendship. You did such a good job of portraying the characters like readers genuinely love them or hate them, that’s how great you are as a writer!! Also, you keeping us on our toes all the freakin time is genius! I swear I don’t know where the story is leading us for sure but we’re here for the sweet long ride 🫶🏼

Thank you for reading this chapter and sending this in!! 💗

1. It does feel oddly freeing, doesn’t it? It would be completely fine if he decided not to tell them. Partly, he did tell them because he saw they see a few changes in him. But he told them when he was ready and that’s the most important thing 🫶

2. 🔥🔥🔥 that’s all I’m saying hehe glad you enjoyed those moments!!

3. Jimin definitely thinks this is not a good idea!

4. I mean… he can still do whatever he wants 🫢 in jk’s defense he did tell them as soon as he saw them, maybe he didn’t even consider it as big news or something that should cause an argument. If you look at it generally, it’s not a big deal at all. Only y/n made it a big deal. But yes, you’re right he definitely shouldn’t compare them but jk is still a man, there are a few things he doesn’t see like we do haha 🤭 Busan air is well needed in this situation!

5. Well, firstly they’re friends than anything else. From their point of view, they’re having fun. They have an amazing chemistry 🌪️

Thank you so much for this feedback! There are a lot of exciting things about to happen, I can’t wait to read them!! 💗🫶

#ask #ask: mutual help

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countlessrealities · 2 years ago

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Send 🫢 for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed || Accepting !

@imprvdente sent: oops! Fish @ Morty, so he can be morti-fied (pun intended)

In hindsight, Morty had to admit that letting Rick take him on adventures the same day he was supposed to meet a friend wasn't the greatest ideas. It wasn't just because their "20-minutes adventures" tended to be much longer than that and consequently caused him to miss the date. Another big issue was that they left him so tired that he forgot about everything else, including the engagements he had been excited about until the moment the scientist had dragged him through a portal.

Also, it was about time that he got a proper lock for his door. His parents weren't fond of the idea, but he was tired of people walking in while he was...enjoying his private time. Or, as in that case, while he was changing.

He and Rick had come back covered in a smelly, sticky slime. His grandfather had handed him a concoction, claiming that it was the most effective way to remove the goo. What he had failed to mention, however, was that it would also leave him stinking of something akin to sulphur. Surely Rick, in all his genius, could have made the thing odourless, right? If he hadn't, it probably was because he had been waiting for the perfect excuse to force him to use it.

Or perhaps he had just been lazy. Both options were equally possible.

When the door opened after a too quick knock, it found him in his underwear, rubbing off the last of the stickiness from his back. His dirty clothes had were in a corner and the room was filled with both the stench of the slime and of Rick's detergent.

Morty froze on his spot, caught off guard, but having found himself in a similar position so often had honed his reflexes, so he quickly snapped out of it. Normally, he would have yelled at whoever had come in to get out, but this time he didn't find himself faced with one of his family members.

Staring at him from the threshold was Fish. His girl friend he might or might not have a crush on.

Morty let out a loud yelp and then had hurried to try and cover himself as much as he could with the towel.

"Oh g-g-geez! W-What are you...Turn around!" He shouted in a rush, face burning bright red. "I-I'm not decent! ...I-I-I mean! TURN AROUND!"

Maybe he was making too much of a fuss about this, since this wasn't too different from being seeing in a swimming suit. However, the fact was that the teen would have preferred not being seen in one of those either.

Puberty had made him awkwardly lanky and, while he did plenty of exercise during adventures, he had inherited Rick's body type. Long limbs, too thin to be healthy, muscles barely visible, a little too pale. The way he held himself, shoulders hunched and looking uncomfortable in his own skin, didn't help making it better.

Then there were the scars. When they had firstly started to go adventuring together, Morty had insisted that Rick removed them, but nowadays, he used the serum his grandfather had given him only for the ones that were too ugly or too visible. All the others he kept, as a reminder of everything he had been through and of how much he had changed.

Still, he was more scarred than any 14-years-old should be and that left him feeling a little uneasy.

"I-I had...R-Rick and I just came back from, uh, a thing an-and I hadn't realised that...y-you know," he went on, talking too fast and stuttering too much, as he hurried to hop inside a pair of jeans and to grab a clean T-shirt. "J-Just one moment an-and..."

The rest of the sentence was muffled by the yellow cloth slipping over his head. Morty took the chance to take in a calming breath, trying to get a hold of himself and rid of the heat that still coloured his cheeks, before speaking up again.

"Uh, h-have you been waiting for long?"

#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Fish Monet #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#imprvdente #[[ is he morti-fied enough for you? xD ]]#[[ that was a good one btw ]]#[[ also I doubt that this is the first time Fish sees a boy in his underwear xD ]]#[[ but poor Morty is low-key self conscious >.> ]]

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