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hey hi! I hope this ask isn't too awkward to get but what are you comfortable writing? It's pretty hard to gauge that with an empty blog, ah... 😅
Hey! You're all good; I simply haven't had much time to finish the ficlets I have planned for here.
With regards to what I won't write; I won't write noncon, nor any sort of bodily fluid play. This is subject to change as the times go on, but that's a decent starting point.
Okay. But consider,,,,,, puppetmaster Jackie with oblivious Chase-- //SHOT 👉🥺👈
((You sent this to both blogs so I can only hope you're satisfied, aha. Set directly after the request on sugarrspice with PM!Jackie and heroaverage. Possessiveness, mild manipulation, as well as explicit 18+ content.))
Chase is a warm, steady weight against his side. They've put on some light flick in the background, something cheesy. Nothing that holds Jackie's attention; he's too busy listening to the way the strings hum with drowsy content. With-
A softer, richer tone overlays it, and he flicks his gaze sideways; Chase is, if he has to hazard a guess, not watching the movie.
Pride, dark and warm, uncurls in his gut; he doesn't preen, but he stretches out, casually, knowing the slow movement will draw Chase's eyes with it.
A low, soft laugh, and Chase leans over, skating a hand over his bared midriff. Jackie doesn't have time to hide his shiver; Chase only grins like the little shit he is.
"Liked that, didn't you?"
Jackie tips his head back, smirking right back. Just this side of wicked, just the way that he knows tugs on that sense of danger that Chase can't help but- hah. Chase. "Like what you're seeing, don't you?"
Chase snickers, and now he's crowding close, breath warm against Jackie's jaw. He's nearly in Jackie's lap, and Jackie pulls him the rest of the way to kiss him, deep and hungry, because Chase in a mood means Chase is going to tease and Jackie's not in the mood for waiting.
Chase hums, not surprised, but pleased, and gives as good as he gets; tilts his head and fists one hand in Jackie's hair to keep him there, the other one skating under his shirt to just-- explore, warm fingertips tracing over each scar.
He knows every story. Jackie has told him, each and every one of them. Knows him inside and out, and Jackie basks in being seen, for once.
Chase laughs against his lips, and leans back, mouth bitten all pretty and red.
"Thinking too loud," he murmurs, and Jackie twitches as his free hand skates down his side, again, dipping below his waistband. Chase knows him, inside and out.
He licks his lips, and tightens the arm around Chase's waist. "Gonna fix that?"
Chase's answering grin is nothing short of wicked. His chest hurts from how beautiful it is, watching brown eyes go dark, dark, dark, amber tilting whiskey-dark.
He lets Chase tug them sideways onto the couch, arms bracketing Jackie in on either side, and surges up for another kiss; this one is messier, hungrier, and Chase laughs, again; Jackie swallows down every last sound, greedy as he only ever lets himself be with Chase.
Somewhere in the midst, Chase's pulled down his sweatpants, and fuck, he's glad he changed out of those jeans, as Chase coaxes his rapidly hardening dick out of his boxers. He hisses, thin and thready, as Chase strokes down his length once, and nips a little harder at his lips in response.
They're going to leave this couch a damn mess. Thank the gods they invested in fucking leather.
"Love seeing you helpless below me," Chase murmurs, against his lips. He strokes again, to emphasize his point, movements firm and sure, and Jackie groans, softly, only Chase's weight keeping him from trying to follow the movement. "All laid out, like a fucking feast. Knowing I could do anything like this, and you'd- let me-"
He hasn't stopped stroking Jackie once while he talks, and Jackie's about half out of his fucking mind with sheer want, thoughts going hazy and sticky in the way that only Chase seems to be able to coax out. He pulls back- well, more like sinks into the couch with another long, soft keen, hand tight around the back of Chase's neck. There's a hard bulge pressing against his thigh, and he doesn't even have to tug at the strings to guess at exactly what Chase thinks of him, spread out beneath him, throat bared, heart pounding beneath his hand.
"Going to- have your way, then, sunshine? Going to take the world? You know I'd give it- fuck, Chase, please-"
Chase shushs him, gently, another gentle kiss to his lips, another stroke, before he shifts further down. It's awkward- they both barely fit on this couch, ancient as it is, but that's the least of his worries because Chase is licking a warm stripe down the length of his dick, eyes dancing merrily, and then he's swallowing down half of it without really any trouble at all.
Jackie shudders, and swears, one hand gripping the edge of the couch; Chase hums a laugh, and it turns into a vicious sort of cycle, Chase bobbing his head gently and teasing Jackie with his tongue, closer and closer to the edge, winding the heat in his gut tighter, and tighter--
Jackie peaks with another keen, vision dancing with stars, and Chase swallows down his spend with a grin like the cat that got the cream. It's over far too fast, but they've got the night ahead, and Chase is still very interested in the proceedings.
He just lies there for a moment, catching his breath, and Chase takes the opportunity to steal another salty kiss, strings humming with smug glee.
"Guess that answers what you'd want," he says, hoarsely, and Chase snickers, bright and amused.
"What if I said that wasn't all I wanted?"
He huffs a soft laugh, and wraps a leg around Chase; it's a small couch, but he flips them, carefully, all the same.
"Then I'd say," he breathes, "that it's a damn good thing that we've got the rest of tonight to give you what you want."
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