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Hey, I’m Ratz. Send requests for UD characters for me to write about (cough cough Josh Washington) and I’ll write for you 😝. I’ll write literally anything (just no other bodily fluids aside from cum or spit). I can also write some fluff or angst from time to time along with head cannons. Send me requests and don’t hold back you freaks.
Howdy doo! I'm working on your gift for until dawn and I couldn't help but ask, is there any aus, genres, song fic you'd like with your dash of climbingclass? :)
Oooo maybe like, circles by ptv or Going Under
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN - ˊˎ- .ᐟ
⭑ Juniper
⭑ Multifandom
⭑ Eighteen, but nineteen soon
⭑ Nonbinary and bisexual
⭑ Audhd, bpd
⭑ Writes for AFAB
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⋆.˚ ★— ABOUT ME
My name is juniper, but mostly everyone calls me juni. I like writing fanfics or one-shots for things/characters from media that I have a special interest in or am hyperfixated on at the moment.
I am okay with writing smut, fluff, angst (including heavier topics), headcannons, etc !! i also love love love taking request, so my request box will always be open :)
I am eighteen years old, and will be nineteen very soon. I will be writing NSFW content, and if you interact with my things, I will block you, but I can't stop you from reading -- so basically,y you can't get upset over sex, etc. If you were told it was going to have smut. + more
FANDOMS IM IN
until dawn
the quarry
resident evil
fnaf
the hunger games
daisy jones and the six
arcane
dandadan
supernatural
horror
epic
+ more !!
WHAT I WILL WRITE ᝰ.ᐟ
wlw, wlm, alcohol and drug use, smoking, small age gaps that are within reason ( both + 18 ) and maybe 2-3 years apart, porn with / without plot, kinks, AFAB reader, fluids ( but only spit or cum ). x reader, ships ( I love jossam and ships in general, those are always fun to write ), heavier topics - suicide, depression, eating disorders, and some other things.
givin i have dealt with these things, so I can write about them but I will not romaticize these in any sort of way.
WHAT I REFUSE TO WRITE ᝰ.ᐟ
pedophilia, incest, anything including animals, rape, sexual assault, necrophilia, homophobia, fatphobia, transphobia, any sort of romanticization of mental illnesses (given I have bpd, and other things as well. it severely upsets me). i will downright REFUSE any request of celebrities or real people, I only will write for the characters they play but I will not write about the actual person I personally find it very odd, and it makes me uncomfortable.
PLEASE DNI IF
I will immediately block you if you interact with me and show that you romanticize any sort of mental illness. If you are transphobic, homophobic, racist, etc, if you can't have basic human decency, get tf out of my face, I don't like you, and I find you WEIRD.
This also goes for anyone who is chill with incest or writes about it for the love of god please don't talk to me
People who also mischaracterize characters with mental illnesses, and basically make fetish content about them, rather than respectfully and maturely writing about the mental illness itself.
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★ - sam / sammy ? ✦ ★ - she / him (bi-gender) // ★ - 18 (capricorn) .ᐟ ★ - audhd ^^ ★ - audhd AEST based (australia) ~ ★ - multifandom `` ★ - bots (c.ai) + fanfics (tumblr) ... ★ - writes for AFAB (only) ★ - doesn't use Y/N ,, ★ - whore for men ꩜ .ᐟ
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wlw, wlm, alcohol + drug consumption, smoking, age gaps within reason (both parties are consenting adults over 18+), porn with plot, porn without plot, smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, vanilla, kinks, AFAB reader, spit & cum, x reader purely unless there's a ship that i love so much but that isnt the case sometimes, serious topics such as: eating disorders and self harm (self indulgent as i suffer/suffered from such)
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pedophilia, incest, beastiality, rape, sexual assault, necrophilia, somnophilia, homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia or the sexualisation of any of the above, sexualising and romanticising mental health issues, any other bodily fluid, aim to not do ooc writing (especially towards a character with mental illness), any requests that have been spammed into my inbox, I REFUSE TO WRITE SMUT ABOUT CELEBRITIES!! it's a plain and obvious crossing of boundaries, if you write smut for irl people - keep it to yourself, do not request it (i will write fluff, and angst with limitations).
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Whispers In The Quiet - Ahkmenrah x Reader
The museum was quieter than usual tonight.
No footsteps echoed from Larry’s patrols. No dinosaur thumps. Just the occasional whisper of wind against the glass roof, and the soft, steady rustle of fabric as Ahkmenrah moved through the hallways, golden robes trailing behind him like memories he couldn't quite escape.
You were sitting alone in the Egyptian wing, tucked in the shadow of a marble pillar, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. You hadn’t meant to stay this late. But the storm outside had turned violent- hail thrashed the windows and thunder cracked like cannon fire. Somewhere deep in your chest, old panic stirred.
And you couldn’t go home. Not yet.
Ahkmenrah found you there, shivering- not from the cold, but something older. Something worse.
His expression softened when he saw you. “Y/n?”
You blinked up at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. “I’m fine,” you lied quickly, like a reflex.
Ahkmenrah’s brows drew together. He knelt in front of you, his hands gentle but firm as he reached for yours. “Please,” he said, voice low. “Do not lie to me. Not with eyes that haunted.”
You didn’t mean to fall apart. Not really. But there was something about him- his calm, his warmth, the way he always looked at you like you were someone worth saving- that cracked the dam wide open.
“It was just a memory,” you whispered, ashamed. “One I thought I buried.”
He didn’t ask for details. Not yet. Instead, he sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you in a way no one else ever had. “Memories buried alive,” he murmured, “have a way of clawing to the surface.”
You leaned into him then, and he wrapped his arm around you carefully, like you were made of glass. He smelled like sandalwood and something ancient- something holy. “They can’t hurt you here,” he said. “Not while I breathe.”
You looked up at him. “But you don’t. Breathe, I mean.”
He smiled faintly, brushing a thumb along your cheek. “Then let this heart beat for you instead.”
In that still moment- bathed in stormlight and silence- you let yourself believe it was true. That safety could be found in the arms of a boy who’d died thousands of years ago, but somehow made you feel more alive than anything else ever had.
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The museum changed after that night.
Not in the way it looked, but in the way it felt.
You started staying late more often- not always out of fear, but because of the peace you found there. And because of him. Ahkmenrah was always waiting, always watching you with that unreadable expression that somehow said everything.
You talked for hours. About his past—his childhood under the sun-scorched sky of ancient Thebes, the loneliness of immortality, and the burden of being born into power. About your present- what haunted you, what kept you awake at night, the way some scars never really faded even if no one else could see them.
One evening, he brushed your hair behind your ear, and your breath caught at the softness of it. He didn’t pull away.
"You fear being touched," he said quietly, not as an accusation, but a truth laid bare between you.
You nodded. “Most people don’t… mean it. When they touch.”
"I always mean it," he whispered, as though making a vow.
The intimacy grew in silence, in the way he sat closer each night, shoulders brushing, fingers grazing yours. One night, you leaned your head against his chest and listened to nothing- but you felt the warmth of him, and it was enough.
"You smell like old paper and cinnamon," you murmured into the linen of his robes.
"And you my dear," he said, nose brushing your hair, "smell like rain just before it falls."
You didn't kiss him then, though the air pulsed with the want of it. You didn’t need to. His hand threaded through yours and stayed there until the morning light forced him back into stillness.
A week later, he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed like a prayer.
“If I could choose to be alive again, just once more,” he said softly, lips barely a breath from yours, “I’d choose it to be with you.”
Your hands curled in his robes, grounding yourself in his presence. “Even knowing it would end?”
He opened his eyes. “Especially knowing it would end.”
And that night, you kissed him-finally- slow and tentative, like something precious you weren’t sure you were allowed to have. His lips were warmer than you expected, reverent in the way they claimed yours, and he held you like the world had finally stopped spinning too fast.
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The nights after blurred into stolen touches and whispered laughter. You fell asleep once on the stone bench in his wing, curled in his lap, and when you woke to find his arms still around you, tears pricked your eyes.
"You don't have to protect me, you know," you whispered, voice cracking.
"I don't have to," he agreed. "But I want to."
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The museum was empty again. Larry had left early. You wandered, restless, until you found yourself- as always -drawn to the golden light of the Egyptian wing.
Ahkmenrah was already there, waiting as though he felt you coming.
You weren’t sure when the way he looked at you started to burn. But lately, every glance carried weight. And tonight, as your eyes met, something unspoken passed between you. Something heavier than silence.
“You were with him,” he said after a moment. Not accusing- just… quiet.
You tilted your head. “With who?”
“The guard. The new one. He speaks to you like he knows you well.”
You stepped closer. “He offered me coffee. I said no.”
Ahkmenrah’s jaw tensed, then relaxed. “You did not have to explain.”
“But I wanted to.”
There was something electric in the space between you now. Something aching to break.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he admitted. “As though he’s entitled to your smile. As though he could ever understand what you’ve given me.”
You reached up, fingers brushing the edge of his collar. “He doesn’t know me. Not the way you do.”
That broke him. His hand cradled your cheek, and then he kissed you- slow at first, but filled with weeks of restraint unraveling. His lips were soft, reverent, almost trembling with the effort to hold back.
You didn’t want him to.
You tangled your fingers in his robes and pressed closer. His hands explored you with sacred patience- touching, not taking. Every brush of skin asked permission. Every kiss answered yes.
When he lifted you into his lap and wrapped you in his warmth, you melted against him. Your shirt slid from your shoulder, and his lips followed- down your collarbone, reverent, worshipful.
“You are not mine to claim beloved,” he murmured against your skin, “but I would give up eternity to be yours.”
“Then be mine,” you whispered. “Just for tonight.”
His eyes met yours- dark, golden, eternal. “Then I am yours.”
You made love in the quiet stillness of ancient stone. No rush. No demands. Just gentle, aching devotion.
He held you like a wish. You touched him like a secret. And when you both trembled in each other’s arms, there was no past or future. Only now.
Only this.
And when dawn threatened to steal him back, he buried his face in your hair and whispered:
“Even in stillness, I will remember the way you loved me.”
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The next night, Ahkmenrah didn’t meet you in the usual spot.
You wandered the museum in silence, growing more uneasy with each empty hallway. He was always there. Always waiting.
Until tonight.
You finally found him standing alone before an ancient mural- a faded depiction of Ra guiding the sun across the sky. He didn’t turn when you approached.
“I thought you’d gone,” you said softly.
“I did not trust myself to see you yet.”
That caught you off guard. “Why?”
He closed his eyes. “Because today I watched him touch your arm again. Laugh with you like he was already inside your story.”
You reached for him. He didn’t flinch, but he didn’t lean into it either.
“And I hated it,” he said- voice shaking, lower now. “Not with fire, but with fear. Fear that I am just a dream to you. Something you’ll wake from one day and forget.”
You pressed your forehead to his back, your voice trembling. “You’re the only thing that’s felt real to me in years, darling.”
Finally, he turned- slowly, reverently- and took your face in both hands.
“Then let me be real to you,” he whispered. “Let me show you that I am more than gold and silk and memory.”
And when he kissed you this time, it was deeper. Possessive. Not in a way that took, but in a way that held- like he was claiming space in you that no one else had ever been gentle enough to reach.
You barely made it to the shadows before his mouth found your neck, and your back met the cool stone wall of the temple. He kissed you like a man desperate to carve himself into your bones. His hands found your waist, your hips, your lower back- holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“You are not his,” he said against your skin. “You are not anyone’s. But tonight… you are mine.”
Your fingers tugged at his robe, baring the warmth of his chest, the place where a heart should beat. “I’ve always been yours.”
He made love to you again there, slow but unrelenting- grounded not in lust, but need. He worshipped you like something sacred, whispered your name like a prayer, and touched you like a man asking the gods to spare him this one human joy.
And afterward, as he held you on the cold stone floor beneath carvings older than time, he spoke so softly you almost missed it.
“I was a pharaoh once. A god to my people. But only with you… have I known what it means to kneel.
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It began with the Tablet.
Or rather, the moment it cracked.
No one saw it happen. One morning, the tablet in the Hall of Conquerors had simply split clean down the middle. Not shattered. Not broken in chaos. But parted- like something old and tired had finally exhaled.
And Ahkmenrah... bled.
A cut bloomed across his palm when he picked up the broken half, crimson bright and impossible.
He stared at it in disbelief. Breathless.
Because he was breathing.
The museum pulsed with strange energy that night- electric, frayed at the edges. The relics hummed with a thousand silenced voices, and all around you, magic seemed to wilt gently back into the earth.
And when you found him- Ahkmenrah was standing under the moonlight in the Temple of Ra, barefoot, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like a man discovering the ocean for the first time.
“I can feel my heart,” he whispered, tears in his voice. “It hurts.”
You stepped forward, shaking. “That’s what being alive feels like sometimes.”
He reached for your hand. This time, the warmth was real. No illusion. No borrowed magic.
Just skin.
And blood.
And love.
“I don’t know why,” he said, fingers trembling, “but the curse- it's gone. The gods… they gave me back my life.”
He pulled you close, hands cradling your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours like he was anchoring himself there.
“I am mortal again. And I will die someday,” he whispered. “But for now… I get to live. With you.”
And this time, when he kissed you, there was no eternity hanging over it. Just time- ticking, sacred, fleeting. A kiss that tasted of rain and cinnamon and new beginnings.
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Ahkmenrah moved in to your apartment three months later. The gold jewelry stayed, but the robes gave way to jeans and soft cotton shirts. He learned how to use a toaster with suspicious awe, but swore coffee was still inferior to Nile spice tea.
He got his own toothbrush. And took his first hot shower. He watched old movies with the reverence of a scholar, then sobbed through Wall-E like it was divine scripture.
You built a life together slowly- quietly. He took classes in ancient history under a fake name. You found a rhythm in shared grocery lists and tangled limbs under patchwork quilts.
Sometimes he woke up in tears, hands clutching at a life that was no longer endless.
And sometimes you’d touch his face in the dark and whisper, “I’m still here.”
He’d smile, broken and golden, and pull you to his chest where his heart beat- soft and real- against your ear.
You never stopped visiting the museum. Sometimes, the two of you would walk the halls at night with a flashlight, his fingers brushing ancient memories carved in stone. The world he left behind never left him. But it didn’t own him anymore.
One spring morning, years later, he knelt before you in a sunlit garden, hands shaking, and asked, “Will you be my queen in this life?”
And you whispered yes into his mouth like a promise made between stars.
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Because sometimes… the gods do listen.
And sometimes… immortality isn't living forever.
It’s loving without fear.
Together, you learned to do both.
And this time-this-time—it was enough.
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The morning light spilled across the kitchen like honey, slow and golden.
Ahkmenrah stood at the stove, barefoot, his hair tied back in a loose knot. He wore an old band tee that clung to his frame and a pair of sweatpants that should’ve been retired months ago. You leaned against the doorway and watched him- marveling, as you always did, at how someone once wrapped in divine silk now hummed off-key while flipping pancakes.
You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“You’re burning them again,” you murmured into his shoulder.
“I am not,” he said, but he flipped one over and winced. “That one was a sacrificial offering.”
You laughed and kissed the base of his neck. “The gods accept your tribute.”
He turned in your arms, still holding the spatula like a scepter. “And what of my queen? What does she demand in return for her endless patience?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Coffee. And a cupcake.”
He grinned, eyes crinkling. “Your wish is- finally-within the scope of my mortal capabilities.”
You kissed him, slow and familiar, your hands finding the soft cotton of his shirt and the steadiness of the heart beating beneath.
This was the future you never dared imagine back when he was gold and stone and sorrow.
A future where time ticked softly instead of looming.
Where he aged slowly, beautifully- lines beginning to frame the corners of his eyes, smile-worn and loved.
Where you fought over closet space and took Sunday walks and kissed each other through dishes and deadlines and doubts.
Where he got sick sometimes, and you made soup. Where he stayed up with you when your nightmares came back. Where you reached for each other in the dark, and found each other every time.
It was ordinary.
It was sacred.
And as he handed you a burnt pancake on a chipped plate, winking as though it were treasure, you thought:
This is eternity.
Not the kind carved in stone.
But the kind made of morning breath and mismatched mugs, of whispered I love yous and soft laughter across shared pillows.
And when he caught you staring at him like you were still a little in awe, he smiled and said:
“You always look at me like I’ve hung the stars.”
You tucked yourself against his chest and whispered, “That’s because you’re the only miracle I’ve ever believed in.”
I have ascended from ao3
Hello fellow writer! >:3
Would you be willing to write the reader coming home from a long day and basically like collapsing into Josh when he sees them. He decides the best way to make them feel better is with some ✨spicy time✨
Feel Better
Who: josh washington x fem!reader
Tags: nsfw, slight fluff, soft dom!josh, possessive josh, teasing, cunnilingus THIS IS A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE. HIS SISTERS DIDN’T DIE. HE’S NOT CRAZY!!!!
WC: 452
this post is nsfw. If you’re underage or uncomfortable with nsfw content, please dni.
Stepping out, you hail a cab and slump in your seat with a sigh. Half of your team has quit, leaving you overworked and swamped. Your boss is practically demanding overtime, but of course, you agree—who doesn't need extra cash? It's all become a bit repetitive, though, barely seeing Josh anymore, which makes you feel guilty.
Exiting the cab, you walk toward your apartment building. It's a nice, well-maintained area—a privilege you can afford. Well, Josh’s family is very wealthy. They own an entire lodge! Obviously, we’ll live in a nice area.
You walk through the front door to find Josh on the couch, watching TV. You flop down on top of him. He instinctively starts rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing your head. "What's wrong, dear?" he asks, worried. "I'm just so tired. I hate this company; I want to quit!" You play with the collar of his flannel. He frowns.
"I never see you anymore! I'm always too tired, or you're asleep when I get home," you pout, looking into his eyes. A lightbulb seems to go off above his head. "Maybe I could help you relax a little," he grins mischievously.
He lifts you from the couch and carries you to the bed, gently placing you on the edge. He starts kissing your neck, that sweet spot you love. "What are you doing?" you stammer, nervous. "Making you feel better," he murmurs, a smile in his voice. Such a tease.
His hands glide down to your plush thighs, squeezing gently before he removes your work pants. You're already wet; it's embarrassing, but it's been so long since you’ve done anything. He nibbles and kisses your thighs, leaving his mark. "Now everyone will know you're mine," he whispers. You chuckle at his possessive remark. You feel his breath on your core, trembling with anticipation as he removes your panties, kissing everywhere but where you need him.
"Please, Josh—" Your voice trails off as he licks a long stripe, stopping at your clit. He starts sucking and slurping. You writhe against him, fisting his hair. You moan and whine as he licks your swollen nub. He shoves in two fingers, matching the rhythm of his tongue. "Josh, please—feels ‘s good."
He laughs as you struggle to speak, continuing even as you squirm and plead for him to slow down. Your climax arrives with a final thrust, soaking his face. He guides you through the high, then looks up, eyes lust-filled and lips glistening with your arousal. "How was I?" he asks, clearly seeing your breathless, trembling state.
"Amazing, I feel so much better," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him, the taste of your juices still lingering on his tongue.
HOPE I MADE IT TO YOUR LIKING! LMK ANY TIPS OR ANYTHING I COULD'VE CHANGED. SORRY IT'S SO SHORT!
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Hot take:
I have no sympathy for ANYONE who partook in the prank. ESPECIALLY Mike and Jess (specifically Mike). How cruel of a human being can you be to do something like that to someone. Especially your friend. Yes, it was wrong for Hannah to go for Mike, and for that I don’t really like Hannah, but Jesus Christ. Faking a confession? Filming it? Laughing as she ran off crying? What the fuck. Josh had every right to prank them (not Sam and Chris, they were innocent and I love them sm. I mean maybe more Chris than Sam but STILL) .
Also while I agree Mikes hot asf he’s a total dickwad for what he did and he BARELY shows any remorse. If you ask me, I feel like he should’ve been the one to get dragged into the mines and Jess has to go and save him. I can go on and on about my hatred for that man but I don’t want to make this rant longer than it already is.
Anyway, no I don’t feel bad for Jess in the end. Compared to Hannah’s fate it’s pretty tame. Karmas a bitch *insert JoJo Siwa*
yo important notice to just whoever sees this basically, one of my moots, @synnamon-hearts is getting anon messages that's full of slurs and hate
grow the fuck up
if you're gonna be a whiny little bitch, don't hide behind anon like a coward
this goes to anyone who sends hate or criticism or just generally unnecessary bullshit through anons, either have the balls to own what you say, or don't say it at all
we are all adults, so stop acting like fucking children
"josh wouldn't like you‼️‼️😡🤬😡😠"
get a fucking grip
thank you, that's all
Bruh wtf 😭 people actually need to grow up cause that is actually insane. @synnamon-hearts Don’t listen to those losers girl, you’re awesome and beautiful and your writing is amazing. When I first downloaded tumblr you were the first blog I saw and scrolled through for Josh fanfics. You literally got me more into the fandom and helped me find this wonderful group of people I’m so grateful for it and for you. Ily girly 🩷🩷🩷
In light of the new Until Dawn movie. (I miss these guys 🥹)
WHAT THIS IS SO COOL
19th birthday was yesterday so in celebration Id like to share this AMAZING fanart my friend drew of Josh and I for my birthday (every year she does one free art commission for me for my birthday)
Getting drunk and watching literally anything with Rami Malek in it >
I’m really sorry again for the break, life’s been kicking me in the ass.
⚠️TW: SA⚠️
2025 has been a shitty year so far. I don’t know how to talk about it or who to talk to about it. I can’t even go to my family. I told my friends but more as a warning to make sure that the same thing didn’t happen to them.
Last weekend on Saturday I went to a store known for selling alcohol without ID (I’m 18 and where I live, you can’t drink until you’re 21). I’d been there a few times before, but never alone. It was two in the morning and I was in a bad mood and I thought it’d be fun to buy a drink for my friend and I. I was alone in the store and he grabbed me and started touching me. He had his arms around me, groping my breasts and moving his hands around my body. I froze. I was terrified. I’d forgotten how strong people could be. He wouldn’t let go. When I tried to move, his arms felt like iron bars. All my fight left me, I was too scared to get aggressive. What if he hit me? I didn’t know what he would do. But I hate myself for it. I hate myself for not fighting back. I hate that I didn’t scream or get angry. I just begged him to stop. This isn’t the first time a man’s touched me like this. I have a history with SA and thought “maybe the universe is done tormenting me with my body.” I guess not. He let go for a moment and I jumped backwards and booked it to my car. My brain was screaming “please don’t chase me please don’t chase me.” Because I know that there would be no way for me to outrun him. I forgot the horror of being at a predators mercy. If he really tried, if he hadn’t let go for that single moment, what would’ve happened? Why the fuck does he think he has the right to touch me? Why did any of them think they did? I hate people. I fucking hate this.
Love you guys. I’m sorry for the rant. Everything just sucks right now.
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imagine josh with a reader that isn't very vocal in bed so he makes it his mission to get some "pornstar sounds" out of her
Ughfhhe he's fucking you with all the possible skills he knows or can find.
Fuck he's tryna make you squirt and make noise LOL
He tries a few positions and notices more loud breathing and a slight sound when he angles himself right in Prone-Bone position due to it being known to feel 12/10 for the gal especially if she croses her legs..
He crosses your legs and when he rams back in you make a sound for the first time in the few times you guys had sex.
He freezes and you tense up as you sit in an awkward silence for a momment- Josh suddenly letting out a guttural moan
"Ohhohh.. oh fuck- you sound.. angelic.. god i've been waiting for this momment."
He goes into overdrive.
Hands breaking your back into this wicked bend as you tighten your legs harder, the preassure making his cock fill you to a whole new brim.
you trying to muffle your now extraordinarily LOUD moaning with the pillow infront of you as Josh makes an almost feral growl- wrapping his forearm and bicep around your throat and yanking your head back as he squeezes your throat- drawing a high-pitched stuttered moan from you
"Uh-uh.. no fucking way in hell y-ohfuck-you're not hiding that pretty shit from me.. good try, Princess"
This would literally cure all of my illnesses and deformities
Almost got arrested and expelled a few days ago
The cops came into my classroom on Friday and made my classmates and I stand up and go into the hallway. We had to empty our pockets and everything. And there guys were like actual cops. Not school cops. They brought drug dogs in and searched, sniffed us and our belongings. I was like, highly shitting myself. Definitely not cause I had a cart in my pocket and one in my bag
Anyway, they didn’t find anything. Just wanted to post about it because GOOD LORD. I’d have been arrested and expelled. (I go to private school)
My fellow fiends have been getting busted left and right at my school, and I was almost one of them.
All my classmates know how I am, so they were all offering me their condolences while we were in the hallway. I was debating on just confessing before they found my shit, but I’m SOOOO glad I didn’t.
Anyway, short life update.
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