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✦ → hi guys!! this is my official 5k celebration post and i’m so so so excited for it <3 hopefully this isn’t complicated or hard to understand, but i really want to say that im extremely grateful for each and every one of you. im gonna post a thank you post and tag my moots and followers who i really appreciate tmr! OKAY ENJOY ・
✦ GUIDES ♪ —
✦ characters: ♪ – dennis whitaker, jack abbot, michael robinavitch, aerion targaryen, ser dunk the tall, benjamin poindexter (fbi, ddba and call center!dex), adrian chase, clark kent, pope cody, jim jalpert !!
✦ requesting guide: ♪ – choose a number from this list: link <3 / choose a trope from this list: link <3
✦ rules/guide: ♪ – send a request for one of the characters above and choose one of the slots (1, 2, 3) and be as specific or nonspecific (and dirty—don’t hold back) as you’d like! just make sure to choose one of the link and trope prompts!
each character has 3 slots! 1 one-shot (1-3k words), 2 blurbs (500-900 words) !
if you’re ask/request is not picked, please don’t think it’s anything personal! but do not let a fear of not being picked discourage you from sending in a request! however, if your ask is not answered, it may be written outside of the challenge!!
since this is a pretty extensive celebration, it will probably take me some time. so, if everyone could be patient with me, that would be greatly appreciated!
i’ll frequently post updates about the slot availabilites! dm me if any of this is hard to understand and i’m more than happy to explain it better!
post-chad!cassie mckay and her (younger) roommate :D (f!reader)
(reader has hair that can be done! texture or specific routine isn't described)
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Your roommate is somewhat of a wildcard. You haven't known her too long, having found her on an app in your search of a spare room. It was only after meeting at a cafe and touring the fairly spacious three-bedroom that you learned more about her.
Cassie is a med student. She's sober. She's a mother to a seven-year-old boy, Harrison. Also, Cassie just went through a really, really nasty breakup.
Chad is the guy's name. He's Harrison's father, too. Cassie gave you a pretty sanitized summary which went along the lines of something something rehab, something something divorced, something something every other weekend.
Oh! And Cassie has an ankle monitor. The explanation to its presence was seemingly located in one of those many something somethings. But the rent is dirt cheap and the apartment is in a nice neighborhood, so you move in the next week, criminal past be damned.
Fortunately, you don't cross paths very much. Your schedules are aligned just so that conversation is often limited to mere greetings or a spare comment about the weather.
You're fine with the distance. Cassie's nice enough, but every conversation with her seems to leave your head spinning. Nothing's outright wrong. Unfortunately, you still get the jitters from the sound of her voice alone, so you try your best to avoid her.
Though, it’s not like you have anywhere else to go. She always makes sure to find you– always.
"You always do your hair like that?" Cassie's voice over your shoulder startles you, and you pause with fingers wrapped around the door handle.
You hadn't realized she was home. It was a Harrison weekend, so the house was filled with the sounds of television, video games, and lots of laughter. This morning, however, brought blissful quiet. Well, maybe blissful isn't the right word. You're more than fine speaking to Cassie, but you were hoping to start the day with your head still screwed on straight.
"What's that?" You ask. The scent of smoke reaches your nose, and you finally look back.
Cassie is at the kitchen table. There's an ashtray in front of her– it's shaped like a shamrock and has been hiding above the refrigerator since Harrison showed up Friday afternoon. She ashes a cigarette into it.
"Your hair," Cassie says. "You do it every morning?"
Without thinking, you launch into an explanation, including every detail of your hair routine and its styling. The whole time Cassie sits there, finishing off her cigarette until it's only a flickering nub in the middle of the shamrock. She smiles at you throughout it all, though her eyes are narrow, and by the time you're explaining the difference between leave-in and normal conditioner, her smile feels more like a sneer.
"Sorry," you say, chuckling. "I'm sure you don't care about all this."
Cassie clicks her tongue. "Don't say that." She pulls a small box from her pockets, shaking out another cigarette. She passes it back and forth between her fingers, chuckling. "It's...cute."
"Oh." You laugh, nervous. You hadn't expected Cassie to call you cute of all things. Considering you're a grown fucking woman and all that... "Thanks, Cas– Cassie."
She juts her chin at the door. "Where are you going anyways?" She asks. "I thought you usually worked today."
"Oh!" Your face heats. Cassie has been tracking your schedule? That thought hadn't even crossed your mind. "I took off, decided to call it a self-care day."
"Self-care?" Cassie echoes. "You like that stuff?"
Her tone isn't cruel or sardonic in any manner, yet your body responds right away, shrinking in on itself. You shift on your feet, hiking the empty tote bag higher on your shoulder. "Sure– yeah. It feels good to– you know... be nice to your body."
Cassie hums, finally popping the cigarette between her lip. She speaks around the filter, "Be nice to your body, you said?" Cassie furrows her brows, and you pause in the doorway, nodding. "You can always ask me for help with that."
Your hand flies to your chest, as though searching for pearls to clutch. You sputter dumbly for a few moments in front of Cassie, turning over in your head her offer to… be nice to your body?
"Sorry, um, what?"
Cassie lights the new cigarette, taking a slow drag as she shrugs. "I'm studying medicine, kid," she says after a smoky exhale. "I know all kind of tricks to get you out of your slump."
"Ah." You blink, heart pounding as you search aimlessly behind you for the doorknob. You feel faint. "Right. Right! Well... uh, bye Cassie!"
"Seriously. Anything you need." Cassie's lips part, and you can swear her tongue swipes over a sliver of her bottom lip. "Anything."
As your fingers search for the doorknob, all you can think about is just how broad Cassie's definition of anything is.
okay so do you think den would be into like being on your period while having sex 👀👀
in canon? imma have to say no like lemme explain—he wouldn’t mind if it started during sex bc its natural. he would be mindful not to make too much of a mess and make sure you both are left satisfied. but he wouldn’t personally initiate, he would be nervous to seem too pushy or even to make you uncomfortable. if you happen to initiate and show you want him while on he’s down. dennis is overly going, it’s just time and place me thinks.
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im thinking abt my first date i went out on w my guy n how we went to spencers and we was in the back and he was pointing to stuff and deadass going “not worth it, waste of money—this one and this one is good tho” and i was like
I DEADASS WAS LIKE “omg undercover freak denniscore” im really dennis rotted guys…everytime he does smth dennis coded i get giddy. but i think hes just white so thats why they similar… i literally made a list of similarities between him and den. AND DONT ACCUSE ME OF BEING WEIRD BC HE FOUND ME NOT THE OTHA WAY AROUND.
life update while i wait for poll results..uhh nsfw warning but duh.
yall im fuckin w a white boy rn n he’s so ughhhhhhhhhgghjytfhg them white nerds?? hes tall, dyed black n blue hair. snake bites, tongue piercing tatted UP ughhgghhjoo yes. the fics tell the truth they DO eat it off the bone. we haven’t fucked me or anything yet besides fingering n yk him giving me head but im finna spend a week at his place soon so like yk… HE FINNA STRAP ME YALL YAY!!! he’s a pervert too (JUST HOW MARI LIKES EM) hes a biter. big time. like bite to BRUISE. n im darkskin so he does it hard YAYYYY oh and he owns a fuck machine…and he’s older than me. i been telling my bestie that he actually has a lot of similarities to dennis…this was unintentional.
pope cody who, even though he doesn’t know much about women’s fashion. never having looked twice at the scantily dressed ladies perusing the streets. skirts above mid thigh and low cut tops not having any remarkable effects on him the way they do his brothers. all until it came to you and suddenly he’s just that much more drawn to the feminine style.
when you wear said short skirts he just can’t take his eyes off you. the expanse of your legs on display, covered in sheer black stockings doing everything in their power to draw in his gaze and keep it there. him wanting nothing more than to tear the material open with the sharp of his teeth. to skim his way between your thighs and nip at you until you’re soaking through your panties just enough for him to inhale your scent. or when they’re bare and shimmery beneath your mini denim shorts doused with your gold flecked body oil that smells just like vanilla. the kind that has your gorgeous skin reflecting the light drawing him in like a moth to a flame. he physically feels his body react at the sight and smell.
with you he begins to notice the smaller things. how smooth the skin of your midriff looks when you wear cropped tees. how the curve of your ass peeks out the smallest bit when you sport shorts that look more like panties than anything else. or dresses so tiny he’s not sure theres anyway you could bend over without flashing the room.
you make him feel like a perverted dog with how he wants to get his hands on you. to lap you up and crush you between his teeth. the sight of your bare skin making him weak every time you come around and considering he lives in the hot, sunny and humid california that’s more often than not.
it’s amazing really, how you manage to snatch his attention up like it’s the easiest thing in the world. even in sundresses that flow down to your ankles he finds something to oogle at, must be a talent of his.
at least that’s what his brothers say.
the way your breasts are held up by the ties at the top of the garment that he now knows as a halter style. the swell of them damn near hypnotic as your sweat beads down their valley, disappearing down beneath where the fabric covers you. there it is again that unmistakable feeling of saliva filling his mouth coating his gums and threatening to spill over the fine line of lips. it frustrates him, how easily he’s affected by something so simple.
his body seems to have a mind of its own around you. skin warming, flesh growing clammy as he stares you down. a dull heat settling into the lower half of his body, making his cock twitch to life impatiently in the confines of his jeans.
weirdly enough you never seem to have an issue with it, the staring. unfailing to give him a bright smile accompanied with a wave when your eyes meet. even after he gives you a curt nod in return. continuing to gaze at you with that unreadable set expression of his.
that smile, all pretty and wide. your glossed lips forming a perfect grin. just for him and that makes him feel..funny. he knows what it is or rather has an idea but he’s unsure if that’s something he has time for—or even wants to unpack.
so for now he’ll settle with watching, writing it off as lust. when he’s sure it’s something more than that
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im gonna deep throat him through those slutty little pants so well that in a million years when they find my bones the outline of his dick will still be engraved in my esophagus. so much so that they will think i was born with an abnormally large throat.
