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[uc1wa]

Xi it's my birthdayyyyyy, wondering what you think the boys might do for their partner's birthday?? DC boys or JJK boys, your pick my love (nsfw or not, dealer's choice I'm just honored to be here) 💖 no matter what your writing is scrumptious 😈 I hope you're having a good weekend!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY <3!!!! i hope you had the best weekend ever mwahhhh

BATBOYS & YOUR BIRTHDAY

dick grayson

dick would go all out for your birthday to the point that it’s embarrassing. he’s telling everyone in his family, all of his friends, everybody that your day is coming up. of course the titans help him throw a party for you! they’re going to stores to get decorations, hanging them around your apartment with the spare key dick has. dick’s making all of your favorite food & apps, creating a lil menu for it all that’s messily made via microsoft word. even making a specialty cocktail for you & your friends to have (a drink that will def get you fucked up but tastes like your favorite juice).

he’s kissing you when you walk in the door with an arm slung over your shoulder, making a plate for you, doing everything that you’d need from him for the night.

and once everybody’s leaving, wally deciding on sleeping on your couch, dick’s locking your bedroom door and gently stripping you of your clothes. he’s done so much for you, but do you really think he’s not going to give you a finale?

the finale? rounds and rounds of head that dick’s perfected in his time dating you. long and slow stripes up your entrance to start, making you finish at the slower pace a time or two before he’s quickening his movements.

he lays down, grabbing underneath your thighs so that you can fuck yourself against his face without a thought in your head. when you dare to look down, dick’s got a big smile across his lips as he licks up every juice you offer to him. "happy birthday, baby," he says against your swollen entrance, completely pussy drunk.

jason todd

a month before your birthday hits, before the thought of another year being added to your date, jason’s making a reservation at a restaurant you’ve been telling him you’ve wanted to go. the restaurant that you’ve seen tiktoks of, have read the menu and looked at chef specials, the restaurant that was highly exclusive and had a rooftop that the man rented out in its entirety for you.

he’s asking you to close your eyes on the way there, not putting a blindfold on because he knows that you did your makeup all pretty and would hate for it to get smudged. when you arrive, the sun is an hour away from setting and he’s leading you to the space with only a table and two chairs.

the courses are endless and the wine to pair, delicious. he has your favorite dessert come out last, ‘happy birthday’ written in chocolate on the plate with a single candle made for you to blow out.

once the private and loving fesitivities finish taking place at the restaurant, he’s driving you back to your shared place. his hand never leaving your thigh as he gives you a sweet kiss at every red light he stops at.

"you didn’t have to do all that, but i appreciate it, y’know," you say against his soft lips that turn to continue driving. "everything’s for you, always will be."

jason continues showing you that his statement is true for the rest of the night. every kiss to your soft skin proves that his lips are only for you to feel. every finger that spreads your legs apart wider and wider, only for you. and every long and deep stroke that hits that special spot deep inside you, is only for you! everything is for you, to jason.

[thehighladywrites]

corrupted cops.

pairing: police officer cassian x drug dealer reader

summary: you get caught red handed by cassian and try to do whatever it takes to skip out on jail

warnings: 18+, tiny plot like minimal, smut, backshots, seduction, solicitation, illegal activities, drugs mentioned, car sex, riding, cuffs being used wrongly😉

amara’s note: if u see any mistakes or errors no you didn’t and i blame english

next episode! — tba😉

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"10, 20, 30 – are you kidding me? Pay for real or get out if my face," you demand, your hand outstretched, impatience and annoyance evident on your face.

This fool thinks he can score a whole bag for just $30. Not only is your supply top-tier and unmatched, but you also deal in real quality weed. You’re drugs are in demand and are selling quickly on many street corners, earning you hefty profits.

"Can't I pay some other time?" The typical rich, snotty guy with the douchebag hairstyle looks at you as if this is a negotiation, like he can convince you to lower your price for a rich trust fund baby like him. No fucking way.

"Listen dipshit, I'll make you pay double if I have to repeat myself. Then I'll ban you," you warn, narrowing your eyes at him as you slowly retract your arm.

The guy panics, sighs, then pulls out a $100 bill.

"See? You can be good!" you quip, snatching the bill out of his hands.

He mutters something before leaving, driving off in his stupidly loud supercar.

You were so overcharging him but you didn’t care. “Fucking loser.”

You turned around, pulling the massive stack you earned tonight out of your pocket, smiling as you think of what new things to buy for your luxury apartment. You count the money before looking up and freezing.

A man is standing there, dressed in the full nine yards in a police uniform, hands folded over his chest as he looks down at you with furrowed brows.

“Mind telling me what you were doing?”

His gruff voice entrances you for a moment.

It’s in that moment you realize that it’s the voice of the guy from your old class. The loud, popular guy had turned into a police officer. It didn’t shock you, honestly. Cassian was always about honesty and integrity, all about giving back to the community and whatnot.

Then you remember you’re holding a massive stack of money, weed is in your pocket, and he most likely saw you selling. So you smile at him before running.

You bolt, the sound of his heavy footsteps driving you forward.

Panic starts to set in, but you push it down, focusing on your escape. You bite your lip, urging yourself to keep going despite the danger looming around you.

“I’m SO fucked,” you think, looking around for an escape route.

In the dimly lit alley, you spot a door and rush towards it, relief flooding through you. Finally, you think, a way out from this mess. Your hands shake as you fumble with the lock, but no matter how hard you try, the door remains stubbornly shut, making you almost sob in frustration.

Frantic, you search for another escape route, your heart pounding in your chest.

"An alley? How cliche," he remarks, approaching you with a wry grin. The dim light of the alley lamp highlights his handsome face. You didn’t have time to admire him before, since you were running and all, but damn, he looked absolutely delicious.

Dark features, nice hair, a straight nose, and a stubbled jaw. He was wearing a tight short-sleeved officer shirt that hugged his built arms insanely. He had really grown into a fine man compared to the young boy he used to be. You looked him up and down, really taking in his height as he got closer and closer.

"You know there’s no way out of this, so put your hands infront of you and let’s make this easy, yeah? Don’t do anything stupid. Again," he says, his voice firm but with a hint of exasperation.

“Fine.”

You chewed the inside of your mouth, trying to think of a way out of this as he put the cuffs on you, leading you back to his car. Maybe some sweet words and feminine tears would solve it, you thought, hoping for a chance to talk your way out of trouble.

You had never gotten caught before, it was extremely humiliating and you would not stand for it.

—

"What’s your name, officer?" you ask, your voice tinted with slight seduction, testing if he remembers you. You don’t care what you have to do; you will get out of this.

"You know who I am. Badge number 031210," he answers, eyes on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Okay, Cassian. I think there has been a huge mistake. You don’t really wanna arrest me,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully, the cuffs jingling as you motion with your hands.

“Yeah? Why do I really not want to arrest you?”

“Because I’m a good person, I really am. So I happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Come on, we can overlook this, just let me go.” you plead, trying to appeal to his sense of leniency from the backseat of his cop car.

He chuckles, lookinh back at you through the mirror. “Can’t do that. Maybe don’t deal drugs next time.”

He sighs looking at you with sympathy that makes your skin crawl. It made you feel ashamed that his old classmate was a lowlife drug dealer.

“What happened, Y/N? I remember how smart you were. Surely, you could have become something big,” he questioned.

You looked away not being able to handle the emotions in his eye. “Things happened Cassian. I’m not explaining them to you,” you try crossing your arms then remember the cuffs and settle for putting them in your lap.

Cassians gaze hardens slightly. “Okay then. I guess you’ll have to explain it all down at the precinct.”

Okay, so you’re screwed, right? Wrong. There’s always a plan cooking in your little head.

You take your cuffed hands in front of you and drag down the zipper of your hoodie, looking down innocently. “Cassian, could you turn on the AC? It’s a little hot in here. And you don’t mind me taking off my hoodie, right?”

Cassian grips the wheel, the leather creaking slightly. “I don’t mind.”

As you slip off your hoodie, you catch his gaze lingering on your exposed skin, a flicker of something in his eyes. The air between you thickens with tension, the heat rising in the confined space of the car.

Thankfully, there’s no barrier between you, so there’s nothing stopping you from getting closer to him.

“Cass, I’m having trouble taking it off, could you help me?” you ask, having shuffled very close to him, talking lowly into his ear. You're directly behind him, knowing the effect your voice had on the man.

You took advandtage of the fact that you were in a red light and got closer, whispering and pleading for him to help you get comfortable. Cassian’s eyes fluttered slight at the way your voice and breath were hitting his ear.

You scanned his body, his composure, cassian was tense, there was no doubt about it––he was more than turned on. “That’s cute.”

That snapped him out of his trance. He straightened up a little. “Do you want me to arrest you for solicitation too?” he mutters, driving to the station.

You start to beg some more, knowing that he’s at his limit. There’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep up the good cop act for long.

You start to place light kisses on his cheek, traveling all the way to his neck. He lets out a groan and tucks his lips between his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure.

“Come play with me, officer. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you add, licking a stripe up his neck. That’s all it takes for him to speed into a abandoned alley and park haphazardly.

The adrenaline makes your heart beat faster and faster, a sick rush going through you.

There was a moment of silence when he pulled you out of the car, his grip firm on your upper arm. You found yourself sitting at the edge of the seat, your feet between his legs, the proximity making your pulse race.

“When will you learn that this isn’t a joke,” he exclaims with irritation.

You tilt your head slightly, looking up at him through dolled lashes, doe-eyed and innocent.

“Maybe I need you to teach me, officer.”

The corner of his lips rise as he squats down infront of you, putting one hand on your thigh.

“Think some dick’s gon’ set you straight, huh?”

You erupt in goosebumps, loving the way his warm hands roamed your body.

“mm’yeah. think that’s exactly what i need.”

“Yeah? Alright then, step out of the vehicle,” he orders, not having an ounce of shame as he oogles your ass on your way out.

He pulls out the keys much to your surprise. But he only releases you so you can take off your hoodie, if anything it makes you more confused when he makes you put your hands behind your back instead of infront of you.

“I need sumthin’ to hold on to, don’t I?” he announces casually, like he isn’t talking about fucking someone he just arrested.

He walks you over to the hood of his car where he bends you over, thankful for the short sundress you were wearing underneath that hoodie.

Cassian puts his leg between yours, kicking your feet apart. He pushes your front against the hood of his car, the cold metall cooling your warm skin down.

“If you behave, i’ll let you go, understand?” he asks.

You almost scoff. Of course you’ll behave, it’s your-get-out-of-jail card. But you don’t say that. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

Cassians hold tightens slightly before he tells you how good of a girl you are as he pulls your panties down to your ankles. His hands move to his heavy belt, the belt thudding on the floor as he clips it off.

His hand lands on your ass with a smack, causing you to inhale sharply while showing him your wet, throbbing cunt. You smile secretly as his cock stretches you until he’s fully inside before jerking himself back out. His fucking rough and hard as his nails dig into the soft skin of your hips.

“Look at that, could just slide right in,” he chuckles lowly.

Your sounds of pleasure slipped from your lips as you tugged the metal cuffs around your wrists that were pinning your hands behind your back.

The way his dick was hitting deep, so deliciously hitting that good spot made your eyes roll back. Who knew a cop could fuck this good?

“—feels too fucking good, Cassian,” you moaned out, body covered in goosebumps.

he was giving you long strokes, pushing all the way in and then sliding all the way out leaving only a bit of his tip in every time

“yeah? some dick settin’ you straight,” he lets out when you squeeze around him, dangerously close to creaming on his cock.

You had to agree— his dick definitely made you act right. You almost started thinking about giving up dealing, maybe settle down and live a happy life. THAT is how good he was fucking you.

Cassian pulled out completely causing you to almost scream in frustration. Just a few more pumps and you would have been deliciously weak in the knees.

“No, no, no— put it back in, please,” you begged with low lidded eyes, god, you could almost cry.

“I’m just taking you into the car. Don’t worry, i’ll be so deep in your guts, you’ll never have to worry about me pulling out,” he whispers into your ear before gently biting your lobe.

—

Tears rolled down your face as you cried relentlessly out of pleasure. The windows had fogged up, droplets dripping down.

you whimpered, burying your head deeper into the car seat. he showed you no mercy, jackhammering into you as he shoved your face down, holding you down by your neck.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he dragged along your walls, ramming into your g-spot. some drool seeped out of the side of your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

“You still with me?” he asks, gently grabbing your neck to see if you’re alive. Cassian speeds up again when you barely manage to nod.

your mind became hazy and eyelids heavy, pathetic whimpers and gasps falling from your lips as you felt yourself slipping away.

“Officer, m’gon cum— can i, please?” You brokenly let out. Not only did you take backshots; he also made you ride, ate you out and had you gagging on his dick. You were exhausted and spent.

“You promise to be good? Hm?”

“Yeah, i promise,” you whine with tears im your eyes, toes curling as you tip over the edge.

“Then you can cum, pretty face.”

a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he finishes, flooding into your pussy and stuffing you full with his cum before pulling out and smirking as it oozes out of you.

you collapse in the backseat, sweaty skin sticking to the dark leather. cassian runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out, tired body.

“You’re a fucking terrible cop. Fucking someone you’ve arrested is grounds for termination, you know,” you rasp out quietly after a moment of peaceful quiet, smiling when his smirk lessens as he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You just better not let me run into you again. I’ll arrest your ass for real, understand?" he warns, his eyes boring into yours.

"I understand. And I’m sure you will, officer," you nod at him with a smile before gathering your belongings and getting ready to leave.

You kiss him one last time, a filthy, tongue-filled, teasing kiss before you open the door, leaving behind a flustered cop.

Of course, you would sell again. And you would do it especially in his patrol route.

Both him and the dick is far too interesting.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄. . .

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Late at night, Y/N is startled by a knock on her door. It's Chris, her dealer, who has been MIA for weeks. Looking worn and anxious, he explains he’s been laying low and had to take care of business.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧, scrolling mindlessly through social media, a knock on the door ripped me from my digital reverie. My heart skipped a beat, and I looked around, startled. Who could be knocking in the dead of night? Rising from my seat with hesitation, I padded toward the front entrance, curiosity overtaking my unease.

The moment I cracked open the door, my eyes widened with a touch of disbelief. Standing before me was Chris, and it was instantly clear that something was seriously amiss. He appeared more drained than I’d ever seen him. Wrapped in a bulky hoodie that shielded his face and adorned in a sinister all-black ensemble, he bore an air of mystery mixed with a hint of danger.

“Chris?” I stammered, my voice shaking with a mix of surprise and a tinge of unease. His arrival was unexpected, especially at this late hour.

Chris shifted, his hands slipping from his pockets as he replied, his voice betraying a weariness that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Can I come in?” he asked, his tone holding a hint of desperation.

Without another word, I nodded, my curiosity now tinged with a growing sense of unease. I stepped aside, reluctantly allowing him entrance into my home. The door swung shut behind him, and I turned to get my first good look at Chris in his strange getup.

Chris perched on a stool by the kitchen island, leaning heavily against the countertop. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow over him, highlighting the shadows beneath his eyes and the gaunt lines of his face. I couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of concern and confusion as I observed him in the subdued kitchen.

“Chris,” I began, my voice laced with concern. “Where have you been? You've been MIA for weeks, and now you show up at my door like this?” I gestured towards his shadowy, all-black appearance and the haggard expression etched into his features.

Slowly, Chris lowered his hoodie, revealing a face that was a mix of exhaustion and determination. His hair, tousled from the confinement of his hood, added to his worn-out appearance. I couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes, a stark contrast to the carefree demeanor he once exhibited.

Chris ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, attempting to tame the unruly locks. “I've been out of town,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and purpose. “Had some business to take care of. It was... complicated.” His eyes met mine, a hint of vulnerability glimmering beneath his fatigued facade.

In that moment, our eyes locked across the kitchen island, and I couldn't help but notice how, despite his obviously haggard appearance, he somehow looked surprisingly attractive in his all-black ensemble. The messiness of his hair only added to the enigma that surrounded him.

Recovering from the momentary distraction of his appearance, I found myself annoyed by his unexpected arrival. “Couldn't have texted me that?” I interjected, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “You just disappeared without a word, and now you're back, looking like you've been through the wringer. What the hell, Chris?”

Chris let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooped in defeat. “I couldn't, Y/N,” he replied, his voice laced with sincere apology. “Things got complicated, and it was safer for both of us if I went off the grid for a while.” He paused, his gaze searching mine as he tried to communicate the depth of his situation. “I don't mean to worry you, but it was necessary, believe me.”

The way he spoke my name, soft yet laced with sincerity, sent an electric shiver down my spine. It was a sound I yearned to hear, a connection that I had been missing. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of longing, wishing for him to call out to me once more.

Chris mustered a small, weary smile, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. “I'm here now, though,” he said, his voice tinged with a touch of humor. He continued, “Thought I'd come by and see my favorite costumer.” I shook my head, a faint chuckle escaping my lips. I couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on me, even in his current state. I glanced down at the marble island countertop, my fingers tracing its cool surface.

The silence stretched for a moment, then Chris broke the tension with another soft confession. “I've missed you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice gravelly and laced with genuine emotion. The sincerity in his words left me momentarily speechless, caught between a mixture of surprise and a warmth blossoming in my chest. I looked up, meeting his gaze, unsure of what to say but knowing that my feelings for him mirrored his own.

The words left my lips before I could stop them, “I thought we weren't doing this anymore,” I said with a hint of sadness. It was a stark reminder of the boundaries we had established, of the lines we had drawn to keep our relationship purely professional. The weight of our unspoken connection hung in the air, undeniable but still, unspoken.

Chris's voice softened, and he replied, “So now I can't say that I miss you?” There was a hint of playful defiance in his tone, as if he was challenging me to uphold the boundaries we had set. However, beneath the surface, I could sense the underlying desire to push those boundaries, yearning for something more.

I met his gaze, my voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and longing. “Well, you know where that always leads us, don't you?” The implications were clear, a reminder of the passionate encounters that had drawn us together in the past.

Chris's tone took on a seductive edge as he countered, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “What if I do? And what if I don't?” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. “What if I'm okay with things escalating once more?”

I shook my head, my voice tinged with surprise. “I would think you're insane,” I replied, a soft laugh escaping my lips. Chris rose from the stool, his movements deliberate as he made his way around the kitchen island.

With a captivating smile, he pressed against it, leaning closer to me. “You think so?” he echoed, his voice laced with a playful challenge. The proximity between us fueled the magnetic pull we felt, igniting a spark beneath my skin as I looked into his eyes, trying to read his intentions.

The tension continued to build as Chris leaned against the kitchen island, his presence both alluring and intoxicating. He continued with a low, seductive tone, “I think it might be worth re-exploring… wouldn't you say?” The suggestion hung in the air, daring me to reconsider our boundaries and delve once more into the passionate encounters we had shared.

I met his gaze, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and desire. “You're insane if you think you can just up and leave without any explanation, and then expect me to be okay,” I replied, my voice wavering between anger and a longing for his touch. The tumultuous emotions swirling inside me mirrored the conflicted feelings that had been at the forefront of our tumultuous history.

Chris reached out, his fingers gently wrapping around my arm and pulling me in front of him. His back now faced the kitchen island, while I stood facing him, our bodies mere inches apart. He looked into my eyes, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “And I told you, I'm sorry Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability that was both reassuring and alluring. “I won't do that again.”

Chris's grip on my arm sent a jolt of electricity through my body, as if every fiber of my being yearned for his touch. His apology, laced with sincerity, melted my defenses, and I found myself drawn deeper into his magnetic pull. I knew there were risks associated with rekindling what we had, but in that moment, the longing in his eyes resonated with my own desires.

I swallowed, my voice filled with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. “I wish I could believe you, Chris,” I replied, my eyes never leaving his, searching for any hint of deception. “But how can I trust you not to leave again?” The lingering fear of abandonment lingered in my heart.

Chris's arms wrapped possessively around my waist, his head slowly descending toward my neck. The warmth of his body against mine stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. As his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a jolt of electricity surged through me, leaving me weak in the knees.

Chris's lips moved against my skin, whispering, “I promise you I won't, not when I have you back in my arms again, ma.” His words, filled with a mix of desperation and sincere affection, resonated deep within me. The use of the familiar term, ‘ma’ only added to the intensity of the moment, reigniting the flame that had been smoldering between us.

Chris's arms tightened possessively around my waist as he continued to shower my neck with gentle kisses. Each touch sent a shiver down my spine, intensifying the burning desire within me. “I've missed your smell, your taste,” he murmured, his voice filled with raw emotions.

Chris pulled away, his eyes holding a yearning look as he met mine.My hand traced a path from his chest to his neck, before weaving through his hair, a gentle caress to soothe his weariness. “You poor thing,” I murmured, my voice soft and filled with genuine concern. “Business got you so exhausted; I can see it in your eyes.”

My hand moved to his face, gently cupping his cheek. Chris leaned into my palm, his eyes closing for a brief moment as if savoring the warmth of my touch. “You've always been able to see right through me, ma,” he whispered, his voice filled with both vulnerability and affection.

The way he said ‘ma’ sent a shiver down my spine. It was a term of endearment that only he used, one that held a special place in our history together. The air between us grew charged with longing, and I could feel the walls that I had built up slowly crumbling.

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart, a steady reminder of his presence. Chris continued speaking, his voice laced with a mix of earnestness and vulnerability. “I messed up, Y/N,” he confessed, his eyes holding a mix of remorse and determination. “I've spent every day since then thinking about us, regretting my actions, and wishing I could be with you again.”

Chris's voice grew softer, a mix of vulnerability and yearning lacing his words. “I've been missing this, missing us, more than you can imagine,” he admitted. A wave of emotions washed over me as I caught a glimpse of the turmoil he had been going through. His vulnerability, so rare and precious, was like a tender offering, inviting me to bridge the gap between us.

Chris had never been one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, always maintaining a nonchalant air. But in this moment, as he poured out his feelings to me, I saw a side of him that I'd never experienced before. Softness and vulnerability glimmered in his eyes, as if he was finally revealing his true self. It was a rare and beautiful sight, one that tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to soothe his pain.

My voice, a soft whisper, broke the stillness in the room, “Kiss me,” I breathed, my eyes locked with Chris's in anticipation. He slowly leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a tantalizing dance before finally capturing them in a gentle and tender exchange.

Our kiss was an unspoken apology, a meeting of souls craving connection. Electric currents coursed through my body as we melded together in that moment, the world around us fading away, leaving only us and our shared desire.

Chris's arms tightened around me as we lost ourselves in the kiss, their embrace both possessive and comforting. Our bodies pressed together, igniting a fire within me that matched the passion in Chris's eyes. It was a moment of raw, unspoken emotions, a chance to let our guard down and simply be. There were no words needed; our entwined bodies and the yearning in our kiss said it all.

My hand slipped under his hoodie and t-shirt, desperate to feel his skin. My fingers traced the contours of his back, as if relearning the familiar landscape. It was as though we were rediscovering each other all over again, and in that moment, nothing else mattered except the sensation of being in each other's arms once more.

Our bodies connected in ways that words couldn't fully describe. The tension melted away, replaced by a renewed connection. Each brush of our skin was a wordless confession, a desperate plea for more. The kiss that began as a whisper grew into an urgent, hungry exchange. Time stood still as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating dance of desire that had kept us apart for far too long.

Our bodies moved in sync, a melody of longing that played out with each touch and breathless gasp. It was as if the time apart had only intensified our connection, our desire. I could feel the heat radiating from his body under my fingers, a reminder of the intensity of our union. The taste of his lips, the softness of his skin, it was all a testament to the depth of our longing for each other's touch.

My fingers trembled with a mix of anticipation and desire as I reached for the hem of Chris's black hoodie, eager to shed the barrier between us. Our lips parted briefly, a breathless moment in the whirlwind of our connection, as I tugged at the fabric, ready to strip him of any remnants of the past weeks apart.

Without a word, Chris understood my silent plea. He reached back, grasping the hem of his hoodie, and in one fluid motion, helped me remove it. The garment landed on the couch, a discarded symbol of the distance that had separated us. With renewed hunger, he dipped his head once more, claiming my lips in a passionate dance.

As my hands ventured towards his belt, reaching for what lay beneath it, Chris placed his hand on mine, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “Wait, Not yet.” A shiver ran down my spine as he picked me up with ease and planted me on the cool surface of the kitchen island, the heat between us threatening to consume us.

With a gentle urgency, Chris moved between my thighs, his body pressing close, the closeness igniting an ache within me. His fingers traced the curves of my body, each touch like a jolt of electricity, as he kissed me with a fervent hunger that mirrored my own.

Chris's eyes darkened with desire as he reached for the hem of my shirt, a silent request that I eagerly accepted. With a swift motion, he peeled the fabric from my skin, discarding it on the floor. The exposure of my bare skin only intensified the flames that flickered between us, pushing us closer to the edge.

With a heady desperation, Chris trailed his lips down my neck, leaving behind a trail of tender kisses on my collarbone. Each touch sent a shiver through my body, my skin tingling with anticipation. As he explored further, my hand instinctively reached for his hair, my fingers weaving through his locks, urging him ever closer.

The intoxicating combination of his kisses and the tender pressure of his teeth against my skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath hitched as he ventured even lower, reaching the sensitive flesh of my chest, each kiss punctuated by a soft moan of approval from my lips.

I tightened my grip around his head, a silent plea for him not to stop. The intensity of our connection escalated with each passing moment, our bodies a fiery union in which we lost ourselves.

With a surge of desire, Chris's hands explored my back, seeking the clasp of my bra, eager to remove the last barrier between us. My breath hitched as I felt the fabric loosen, leaving me exposed in his arms. Our intimacy deepened, the layers of restraint peeled away, as we surrendered fully to the passion that bound us.

Chris's hands, greedy and gentle, reached up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed against the peaks, sending shivers through me. I arched my back, pushing myself more firmly into his touch, a silent plea for more.

Chris leaned down, his warm breath against my skin before his mouth closed around one nipple. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure washed over me. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling and teasing, driving me to the brink of madness.

Lost in the haze of desire, I couldn't help but tug his hair harder, desperate for him to keep sucking. The sensation was intoxicating, and I felt myself growing wetter by the second. Finally, Chris released my nipple with a pop, leaving it swollen and sensitive.

As I released his hair, he looked up at me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “You're so perfect.” Then, he shifted his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same exquisite torture.

I was trembling, my body on fire, as Chris continued to worship my breasts. His hands roamed over my sides, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. I felt his hot breath against my sensitive nipple.

Chris released my breast, his lips trailing kisses down my torso as his hands reached for the hem of my sweatpants. “Lift,” he murmured. I obeyed, lifting my hips off the cold, hard marble of the kitchen island.

He tugged the sweats down, along with my underwear, leaving me bare before him. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. Chris's gaze roamed over me appreciatively, taking in every inch of my body. “Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitantly spread my thighs, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze. He stepped closer, his hands gripping my knees and pushing my legs wider apart. “More,”

I complied, spreading my legs until I felt the cool air against my most intimate place. Chris's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, completely open and ready for him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Without another word, Chris dropped to his knees, his face inches from my dripping pussy. He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine, before burying his face between my thighs. His tongue slid through my folds, licking up my juices and delving inside my pussy, fucking me with his tongue.

I gripped the edge of the countertop, my knuckles turning white as I braced myself against the intense sensation. Chris's hands gripped my thighs, holding them wide apart as he devoured me. His tongue was magic, dancing over my swollen nub and plunging back inside, over and over again.

“Chris...” I moaned, my head thrown back, my hips bucking against his face. “Please, more... Oh, God...” My words tumbled out, incoherent and desperate, as he continued to feast on me. “Right there... Please, don't stop...”

His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside me as his tongue focused on my throbbing bud. The double stimulation was almost too much to bear. “I'm... I'm going to... Chris, I can't...” I panted, torn between the need to push him away and pull him closer.

He ignored my torn words, his fingers pumping in and out of me, his mouth sucking and licking. My legs began to shake, my whole body tensing as the waves of pleasure crested. “Chris!” I screamed, burying my fingers in his hair as I shattered against his mouth.

He gentled his touch, slowly licking and kissing my over-sensitive flesh as I came back down. I sagged against the counter, boneless and spent. Chris rose, his face glistening with my essence, and grinned wickedly at me. “You taste like heaven,” he said.

Chris swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. The layout of my apartment was still etched in his memory, despite the weeks apart.

He set me down gently on my bed, my back sinking into the plush comforter. His hands reached for the hem of his black shirt, pulling it up and over his head to reveal his tone chest and abs.

I sat up, reaching for his belt buckle. My fingers fumbled with the strap, desperate to get it undone. Chris chuckled, his hands covering mine to guide me through the process. He was wearing his balenciaga belt, the one i liked the most on him.

With the belt unbuckled, I unbuttoned his black jeans, sliding the zipper down to reveal the waistband of his boxers. I looked up at him, biting my lip, and he nodded, telling me to continue.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, slowly pulling them down over his hips. His hard length sprang free, bobbing against his stomach. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pumping slowly as I leaned forward to kiss the tip.

Chris's hands tangled in my hair as I took him into my mouth, his hips jerking forward instinctively. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the precum leaking from the slit, before taking him deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat.

Chris's grip on my hair tightened, his breathing growing faster as I continued to work my mouth on him. He let me set the pace, his hips bucking forward occasionally as the sensation became too much. His abs tensed and relaxed with each breath, his whole body focused on the pleasure I was giving him.

“Fuck, ma...” he moaned, his voice ragged and unsteady. “Your mouth feels so good...” His hips moved in time with my bobbing head, his length sliding in and out of my mouth.

I hummed around him, smiling as he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. I could feel his body tensing, his release drawing near. “Y/N...” he panted, his warning coming out as a hoarse whisper. “I’m... I'm gonna... ma...”

I pulled back, my hand continuing to pump him as his release came. His head fell back, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he found his release. His hot, salty essence spilled over my hand and onto my chest.

I brought my hand to my mouth, licking off his release before cleaning up the mess on my chest. Chris watched me with heavy-lidded eyes before reaching down to tilt my chin up. “I've missed your lips so much,” he said, his thumb wiping away any remnant from my mouth.

He pulled me up into a kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to taste himself on my lips. I melted into the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck as I returned it with equal fervor.

Chris slowly lowered us both onto the bed, his arms wrapping around me as he settled on top of me, our lips still locked. He hovered over me, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head.

Chris began to kiss and nibble his way down my neck, marking me with his love bites. He was gentle but firm, his teeth sinking into my skin as he left his claiming marks. I could feel the heat building between my legs as he continued to worship my body. “Chris…”

“Tell me what you want, ma,” he whispered against my neck, his voice low and sultry. His hands tightened around my wrists, his body heavy on mine. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, a reminder of what was yet to come. “Please...”

“Please what, ma?” he prompted, his lips trailing down to my collarbone. “Tell me what you need.” His voice was a dark temptation, coaxing the words from my lips. “Please... I need you” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with heat.

Chris slowly released his hold on my wrists, his hands trailing down my arms, my sides, my hips, before finally settling on my thighs. He gently spread my legs, his touch feather-light as he began to explore my body. “Where do you need me, ma?”

“Chris... please... I need you inside me. Now.” I demanded, my voice breathy with desire. He growled in approval, his hands gripping my hips as he aligned himself with my entrance. “Look at me, baby,” he ordered, his voice low.

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze as he entered me in one smooth thrust. I gasped at the sensation, my back arching off the bed as he filled me completely. “Fuck,” he cursed, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “So fucking tight, ma.” He groaned, lowering his head and burying his face in the crook of my neck as he began to move within me. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I complied, wrapping my legs around his waist as he slowly increased his pace. The new angle allowed him to bury himself deeper inside me, the sensation bordering on pain. I scored my nails down his back, pulling him closer as he began to thrust harder, his breath coming in short pants against my neck.

Chris's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our heavy breathing. “You feel so good, ma... I could fuck you forever,” he growled, his voice strained with effort.

“Fuck, Chris. Please... harder,” I whimpered, my body tensing as he hit that sweet spot inside me. He let out a guttural groan, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me with enough force to shake the bed.

“God, I missed you so much,” Chris panted, his voice laced with emotion. His movements became more urgent, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. “The way you wrap around me... the little sounds you make...”

“It's driving me crazy, ma. I can't hold back much longer...” His voice trailed off as he lowered his head and sealed his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries as he continued to thrust into me with unbridled passion.

Chris's usually rough and demanding demeanor was replaced with a tender, gentle touch. He held me close, his arms wrapping around me like a vice as he made love to me instead of fucking me. His careful, deliberate movements stirred something deep within me, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

I missed this, I missed him. I missed the feel of his arms around me, the way his calloused hands caressed my body. The weeks of silence had been agonizing, each day stretching into an eternity as I yearned for his touch.

“Chris... oh god, Fuck,” I moaned, my fingers clutching at his back as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of me. The gentle pace was torture, each movement drawing out the sensation and ratcheting up the tension in my core.

“I'm so close, Chris... please...” I begged, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge of release. Chris's breath grew ragged, his hips moving faster as he chased his own orgasm. “Stay with me, baby,” he grunted, his fingers tightening around my waist.

Chris sealed his mouth to mine, his kiss passionate and demanding. Our tongues danced together as our movements grew more urgent, our bodies climbing towards the peak of passion. I could feel his muscles tensing, his breath hitching, and I knew we were both close.

We parted our lips, panting against each other's faces as we neared the breaking point. Chris hovered over me, his arms braced on either side of my head, his eyes locked onto mine. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his neck, sucking and kissing his skin as he finally let go.

Chris let out a low, guttural moan, his body stiffening as he found his release. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath coming in short, hot pants as he spilled into me. “Fuck! oh god, ma...” His voice was raw with emotion.

I felt my own orgasm wash over me, my vision blurring as I cried out in ecstasy. My inner walls clenched around Chris, milking his cock for every drop of his release. We stayed like that for a long moment, our foreheads pressed together, our hearts pounding in unison

Chris opened his eyes, his dark irises meeting my gaze as we both caught our breath. He brushed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.

“You were amazing, like always,” Chris murmured, his voice soft and reverent. He nuzzled against my neck, his arms wrapping around me possessively.

Chris slowly pulled out of me, his face flushing slightly as the evidence of our passion spilled onto the sheets. He reached for the blanket folded at the corner of the bed and pulled it over us, tucking me against his side.

I looked up at Chris, my eyes meeting his as he looked down at me. “I'm so glad you're back,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “Promise me you'll stay, Chris.” His expression softened, his hand pausing on my back. “I promise”

Chris leaned down, pressing his lips gently to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. He broke away, his hand coming up to cup my cheek tenderly. “I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I'm exactly where I want to be.”

[s-4pphics]

mourn. teaser (e.w.)

TEASER. 

WORD COUNT: eight thirty :3

WARNINGS: streetracer!ellie, dealer!oc, heavy angst, HEAVY MENTIONS OF ADDICTION AND VIOLENCE IN THE FUTURE, no one’s a good person bc i’m grieving 

A/N: sad

fck neil drukman. zios will d!e.

FEBRUARY, 2019

Ellie’s fist comes down hard on your front door, the aged and loosened wood rattling with the desperate punctures from her twitchy hand. You’re always here. You never miss a fucking phone call. Why won’t you open the fucking door? Her chest falls rapidly like oxygen is limited. The winds are seconds away from crushing her bones into dust, it seems. Panicked curses fall from her mouth; How did you allow her to get this far? Her throat swells in warning as her eyes fill. C’mon… c’mon, you fucking bitch—

Her palm twists around the doorknob, rattling it, strangling it, begging for it to loosen so you can deliver what you promised. You never fucking miss her calls. She whimpers like a dog when the lock doesn’t shutter. You have to fucking be here. 

She doesn’t realize she’s begging with her mouth against the wood. Anyone she can; her mother, God, for you to fucking be home and save her from misery. She’s freezing and fiends to shed her skin like a snake. 

Fucking stupid bitch, Ellie gasps. Her first breath in what felt like years, Open the motherfucking do—

Ellie?

Her eyes, tearful and lost, find yours. Clad in all black with her vice thrown over your shoulder, guarded by your more than recognizable bright orange duffel. Ellie nearly drools at the sight, Please… please let me in, I’m gonna fucking die—

She has angered you in an instant, face twisting with creases between your brows. You always are when she shows up unannounced. In her defense, she warned you before she wandered upon your place. Dialed your number for an hour straight. 

I fucking told you a billion times—

I know, I know—

You trek until you’re in front of her, snarling your teeth like a lion, You don’t fucking know. You’re— Palms connect with Ellie’s chest and she stutters back, — I fucking told you no. Find somebody else. 

Ellie’s rebuttal is sharp as she grips your wrist, There’s no one fucking else and you know it. Don’t pull this shit right now—

You scoff and shove her off to unlock your door. She hates how her mind whirs to shove you to the side and steal away with your bag. Take your drunk ass home—

She fails to deny her intoxication. The stabbing pains in her side won’t allow it, And if I don’t? The fuck are you gonna do? Ellie snorts and it’s dark. Shoot me in the goddamn face? … Call the cops? 

Your door is unlocked, but you don’t open it. She can feel exhaustion radiating off you. It weighs her down. You weigh her down. She hates what you’ve done to her. If anything, you owe her for the damage you’ve caused. So, she preys. Claws at the one inkling of leverage she has over you. The only thing you’ll never back away from. 

Ellie’s eyes go soft. A ploy she’s mastered over the years. I love you so much… You can’t leave me like this… Your sharp exhale is painful to digest. She pads closer with tightly clenched fists; watches yours clutch the knob of the entrance as grounding. I won’t do it here. I promise, She whispers and watches your shoulders droop. Pride disguised as guilt sparks in her chest. She can practically taste euphoria. 

Ellie… Your voice shakes. She’s instantly transported back to high school. The ache in your strained call still remains. Dejected. 

Yes? Her reply is sweet as candy, and she knows she’s got you. Fingers jump underneath the cuff of her jacket sleeve. Eager, anticipating the rush of crushed pills in her nose. 

You’re heaving, chest rising and falling at an increased pace with tearful eyes glued to your rusted roof. All before you choke, If I ever see you again, I’ll rip your fucking throat out. 

Every time Ellie believes she’s grown used to your aggression, she’s proven wrong. Your anger causes her body to lock, feet glued to the floor as her expression drops. You manage to throw yourself into the shack you call home, door slamming in her face and lock clicking, trapping her in icy wind. 

NO! Nonononono—

Ellie’s screaming into the void, screeching like a banshee on cracked concrete as she kicks at your door with a weighted heel. 

On the other side, you drop to the floor, stocked duffel flung as far away from you as humanly possible in your hysteria. Your sobs are earth-shattering and your chest cracks open, scratching at unkept hardwood as you recall how the fuck you got here. There’s no future, no hope, no anything for you. For your best friend whom you’ve destroyed. You’ve ruined her. 

Ruined yourself in fire. 

[darkmir0513]

It takes two to tango (Part 2)

Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

No quirks.

Part 1

As you danced, you couldn't help but notice how seamlessly your movements synchronized. Despite your mutual animosity, your skills complemented each other perfectly. The crowd around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you, locked in a dance that was both beautiful and dangerous.

Bakugou spun you around, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. In that instant, you saw something more than just rivalry. There was respect, perhaps even a grudging admiration for your abilities. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, but you quickly refocused on the mission at hand.

"We need to get closer to the target," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

Bakugou nodded, subtly adjusting your positions to navigate the dance floor. The two of you moved in perfect harmony, inching closer to the bar where the arms dealer was holding court.

As the dance progressed, you noticed the target glancing in your direction. It was the perfect distraction. You took advantage of a particularly elaborate spin to slip a small, discreet listening device into the pocket of one of the dealer's associates.

"Now," Bakugou murmured, sensing the opportunity. He twirled you one final time, leading you off the dance floor and towards a quieter corner of the ballroom.

You caught your breath, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding—not just from the exertion of the dance, but from the unexpected electricity between you and Bakugou. "Nice moves," you conceded, the praise tasting bitter on your tongue.

"You're not so bad yourself," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a rare, grudging smile.

Before you could dwell on the strange moment of camaraderie, a commotion near the entrance drew your attention. The arms dealer's security team had spotted the listening device and was beginning to sweep the area. You exchanged a glance with Bakugou, the silent communication of seasoned operatives.

"Time to go," you said, your voice low.

Bakugou nodded, already moving towards the exit. You followed closely, the two of you slipping through the crowd with practiced ease. Just as you reached the door, one of the dealer's men blocked your path.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked, suspicion clear in his eyes.

Bakugou's grip on your hand tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might try to fight your way out. Instead, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Follow my lead."

Without warning, he captured your lips in a fierce kiss. The shock of it made you freeze, but you quickly recovered, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing along. The guard hesitated, clearly taken aback by the sudden display of affection.

Bakugou broke the kiss, a triumphant smirk on his face as he stared down the guard. "We just wanted a bit of privacy," he said, his voice dripping with faux annoyance.

The guard's suspicion wavered, and he stepped aside, allowing you to pass. Once outside, you both broke into a run, making your way to the extraction point.

When you finally reached the safety of the waiting car, you collapsed into the back seat, catching your breath. Bakugou slid in beside you, his expression unreadable.

"That kiss," you began, your voice trailing off.

"Don't read too much into it," he replied, his tone brusque. "It was just a distraction."

You nodded, though you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of his lips on yours. As the car sped away from the ballroom, you glanced at Bakugou, wondering if perhaps there was more to your rivalry than either of you had realized.

The mission was a success, but as you returned to your respective roles in the organization, the memory of that night lingered. The dance, the kiss, and the unexpected connection between you and Bakugou had changed something fundamental. You were still rivals, but now there was a new layer to your relationship—one that neither of you was quite ready to explore.

It takes two to tango, after all, and you couldn't help but wonder what the next dance might bring.

[shieldofiron]

When I See You Smile

Also on Ao3

He can't pretend it doesn't hurt a little.

Dustin and Mike Wheeler chatter about it on Max's little radio, how Eddie and Steve are spending so much time together, and how Steve had come out to them very seriously as bi, and Eddie was gay so they were hoping...

And Billy's hopes, the tiny thread of hope that he'd been nourishing without realizing it, withered and died right there.

Because Munson is a dealer, and kinda loud and annoying. But Billy is a murderer. He still has nightmares about it, waking Max and Susan some nights. What kind of monster kills their own father, inter-dimensional parasite or not? And it wasn't like Billy had been some kind of catch before that.

Steve smiles when Billy comes by the store anyway. Like he's not a murderer, a puppet for an inter-dimensional being, but a person. They had the same taste in movies, and sometimes they would sit there just talking for hours. Steve had been nice after starcourt, and it had made the crush that Billy had secretly harbored in high school bloom into a full on infatuation.

One sided infatuation, apparently.

So it was real cute, actually. Munson and Ste-Harrington. He decided that it would be cute, and it wouldn't hurt any more. Hell, if Munson and Harrington started dating, maybe then...

He didn't know what maybe was, but he was trying to be positive about the whole thing.

And when he sees the van parked by the video store, he just turns right around.

"Racking up those late fees, huh," Steve says with a grin when he finally does bring them back.

"Got a lot on my mind," Billy mumbles in response, hurrying because he thought he saw the van pull into the lot. And he's fine with Steve dating whoever he wants, of course Steve can date whoever he wants.

Billy just doesn't have to be there while it happens.

"Wait, uh..." Steve ducks his head down, and his hair falls over his eyes in that adorable way that makes Billy want to brush it back behind his ear. "How'd you like Ladyhawke?"

Billy glances back over his shoulder, his heart racing when he sees Munson waltzing up, "Good. Gotta go, Steve."

"Wait-"

"You are never going to believe the news I have for you, big boy," Munson smacks the door open and Billy winces.

"See ya," Billy waves his tapes in the air and ducks out the door that's still swinging closed from Munson's dramatic entrance.

He can't see Steve's expression, and he doesn't want to see how Steve smiles for Munson. Billy bets it's real special, all dreamy and doe eyed. So he just ducks into the camero and speeds away over Max's protests.

"You forgot milk duds, dick," She hisses.

"I had to get out of the way," He hisses right back.

"Of what?"

"Budding romance," He says, half sarcastically, throwing his hand in the air dramatically.

Max doesn't say anything back, but she must know. After all how many times has she dragged him practically kicking and screaming when he and Steve got to talking about movies and then tv and then sports...

Billy's certainly not about to come out to a bunch of snot nosed brats. But Max knows. She's heard what his dad called him enough to know what he is.

And it's fine. If there was only three gay guys in town someone was bound to be the odd one out.

That night she totally sides with him for movie night and they watch This is Spinal Tap instead of Against All Odds. She and Susan do watch along obligingly, Susan even chuckling at the 1960s jokes.

That night he can't sleep, tossing and turning in his bed when he thinks about Harrington's smile and that lock of hair.

---

Munson must be able to tell something is up because after that he starts acting really squirrely when Billy's trying to meet up. Which sucks because he could really use the weed right now.

Heartbreak being a bitch and all.

He's waiting in his car for Max to check out the videos she wants when Steve comes barrelling out of the Family Video, headed straight for Billy.

Billy blows a plume of smoke out the window.

"Alright, Harrington?"

"No," Steve isn't smiling. He looks downright pissed. "I'm not alright. You got some kind of problem with me and Eddie, Billy?"

Billy sucks in a drag and squints at the back of the van parked right up front of the store.

"Problem with what?"

"You know what."

Billy shrugs, "Enlighten me."

Steve huffs, and then deflates, "Look, I know you're working on being better. I heard about you working on basketball with Lucas, and I think that's really... great. But... I..."

Billy waits. And waits.

"You what?"

"You really don't know?" Steve blinks at him, and a shot with those big brown eyes sinks another of cupid's arrows deep into Billy's heart. He pushes his aviators up his nose to hide his face.

"Know what?"

"I thought," Harrington's blushing, and it looks so cute with the green of his vest. "That you heard that I like... that I'm... bisexual. And that Eddie's... um... And you had a problem with it."

Billy snorts, though he doesn't mean to. And Harrington cocks his head to the side.

He doesn't have a problem with it. He has an ache, a pain deep in his chest that he knows there's no cure for. It hurts so bad it makes him a little angry, a little reckless.

"That would be pretty hypocritical of me," Billy says with a sharp little laugh, "Not that I'm you know... dating material. For any gender. In any sense of the word."

Harrington just looks down, "I don't know about that."

Billy huffs, "You don't need to flatter me. I'm no threat to your boyfriend. Though you can tell him I'm gonna actually need to score soon or I'm going to go mental. My stepmother's into wreath making. You know what a wreath can do to a guy's reputation?"

He wants Steve to laugh. He wants Steve to smile. Even if it's just for a corny joke. Even if it's just as friends. He'd officiate their wedding if Steve would just throw Billy a smile once in a while.

"Boyfriend?"

"Oh. I mean," Billy waves his hand in the air, "Pre-boyfriends. Fucking. Whatever it is you all are doing."

Steve's cheeks are really pink now, "We're not... I mean... I like someone else."

"Oh," Billy pushes his aviator's up, trying to school his expression into something calmer, less manically happy. "I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"No, I... we just gotta stick together, right. L and G and B and T... all... together," Steve makes a weird sort of half sigh sound.

"Yeah," Billy doesn't know where Steve is going with this, "That's you and me. Two B's. Sticking together."

He's never said it out loud before. He always imagined it would be terrifying, but Steve's smile smooths over some of the panic in the pit of his stomach.

"So you're not... sticking together with anyone, exclusively?" Steve rocks on his heels.

Billy snorts, "No. Plenty of girls to be not so exclusive with, but... no."

"Do you... want to do that with me?"

Billy's heart stops still in his chest. He doesn't know what expression he's making but he knows that Steve is smiling. At him. His eyes are crinkled up at the corners, and he...

"I like you, Billy," Steve's hair flops down and it's so easy to brush it back behind his ear. "Thought you were finally gonna break my teeth in about it, so I thought I'd do it first."

And Billy can, so he does. And for the first time in what feels like weeks, Billy smiles back.

"I would never," Billy sucks in some courage with his next drag, so he can say in a dry whisper, "Your smile is the best part of my day."

[nburkhardt]

5 Random Words Fic

Got tagged by @estrellami-1 and @i-less-than-three-you 🥰

Rules: generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! Tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge! (If you don’t like your 5 words, try again. This is supposed to be fun!)

(Challenge/game originally from @a-little-unsteddie!)

My words: Capital, Something, Haste, Bandit & Neural (I’m switching neural to nerve btw)

There was something going on behind his back but he can’t quite figure it out. It was small enough that nothing was actually out of place but big enough for him to even notice anything wrong to begin with. Not that it was wrong per se, it was like something was being misplaced or maybe taken? But it wasn’t anything that important?

Eddie isn’t quite sure what to make of it, but given his place as second in command at the Capital, he needs to know what’s happening.

Wayne could possibly make him doing basic training again if he doesn’t figure out what the issue is.

“I don’t get it, Gare. Have you noticed anything?” He groans, taking a seat next to his friend.

Gareth shrugs, “Jeff and I did another round, found nothing wrong. Whatever is going on, it’s either being replaced immediately or whatever is being taken isn’t important to any of us.”

“You think it’s what, someone stealing?” He rolled his eyes, “Like what, a bandit around here? That’s impossible, Gareth! Ever since Wayne took over, we’re very fair and generous! If, if someone needed help we’d-”

“Look, you keep having that freakish feeling whenever this thing happens. There’s no issues around the place, nobodies dying and it seems like everything is in its place. So what could be going on? It’s gotta be a someone stealing and replacing it!” Gareth crossed his arms, looking at him with a glare, “unless you’ve been playing us and making us look like idiots for your own amusement”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head and patting Gareth’s arm, “I’m not, I swear, why waste our time with a silly game of-”

They’re both jolted out of their seats by the loud alarms going off, they quickly get up and start running.

“Do not say I told you so right now!”

Gareth snorted, throwing up a middle finger behind him as they run.

In their haste to find the others and the cause of the alarm, they failed to notice a person slipping by them and out the door.

They only slow down once the notice not just Jeff, Frankie and Chrissy standing by the main entrance but also Wayne.

“Please tell me no one is dead” is the first thing out of Eddie’s mouth, judging by Chrissy’s eye roll and Frankie’s snort, there thankfully, isn’t anyone dead.

Wayne’s serious demeanor breaks a little by the crack of a smile but still keeps the serious look on his face, “no one is dead, but there was a few things stolen. My boy, aren’t you supposed to be in charge of this problem?”

“Wayne!” Eddie whined, “I am, but everything so far has been in its place every time I check!”

The group all roll their eyes at him, “Not this time, a few pieces of jewelry was taken, your late mother’s ring and my grandfather’s near priceless necklace.”

Eddie’s heart dropped, their family heirlooms?! He could’ve sworn his mother’s ring was locked away in his room! “What idiot had to nerve to steal from us?”

Steve’s heartbeat was fast as he makes his way over to the next town, it’s been a long few hours but he couldn’t handle doing a trade within the capital this time.

Taking these pieces was a huge risk and he knew it but he needs the money. It’s his last time and attempt to make the offer, if the dealer takes and hands the money over to him, he’ll breathe easier and hopefully; his family actually survives.

He didn’t want to turn to stealing but after his siblings got sick, he had to. It was the only way. Their parents are shit and he couldn’t just stand around as both his twin and little brother got the worse and worse. Currently, he hopes at least, Robin is doing a little bit better. But Dustin has been in bed for a week straight now, even their Aunt Claudia can’t figure out what it is.

It was the last resort. He had to steal even if he tried his hardest to replace the items if they were worth next to nothing. Wasn’t too hard to get in and out of the Capital building anyway, with the Munsons being genuinely good and open.

It makes him feel a little bad for all the stealing. But it’s nothing on him panicking at his siblings health.

“I’m sorry boy, but this piece?” His dealer, Rick, jiggles the necklace again “it’s worth the money but I can’t accept it. Everyone knows it’s the Munson’s. I’d imagine they’re already letting everyone know”

Steve hope dies a little as he slumps against the counter, “what about the ring? That wasn’t even in the safe! Come on, Rick, I need the money!”

Rick held up the ring again, it’s a beautiful ruby with black gold accents.

He couldn’t believe it when he saw it, just under a simple glass case with no alarm attached to it. Not even a lock, just sitting on a shelf in the random room he hid in after grabbing the bracelet.

“Yeah this could be worth something, maybe a few hundred.” Rick nods to himself and slipped the ring back in the box, “deal?”

“Just a few hundred? But I need more!” The bills piling on their table back at home was definitely more than a few hundred, “are you absolutely sure about that bracelet?”

Rick opened his mouth, then snapped it shut as he paled. Dropping the bracelet on the floor and shoving the box away from him, “actually, boy, I can’t do either”

Steve looked at him confused, “what? You just said it was-”

He jerked when he was roughly shoved against the counter, eyes widening as he’s met with Eddie Munson. “Gotta hand it to you, managing to steal from us- from me, is impressive.”

“I-”

Eddie shook his head, a small ‘tsk-tsk’ coming out of his mouth. He let go of him and grabbed the box, “This? This is mine.”

His heart was beating fast, that ring was supposed to get him- get Dustin the help he needed. And now it’s being shoved into Eddie’s pocket, “But I need the money!” He blurts out and cringes at how whiney he sounds.

Eddie scruffs and let’s go of him, stepping away and crossing his arms, “oh, for what? Drugs? Payment back to some other shady person? You like all the other bandits and idiots?” He looks him up and down, “sure don’t look like them”

Steve looks away, his cheeks burning and his hands shaking. “Wish it was that simple” he mutters to himself, he wouldn’t be here at all if it was drugs he needed.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Steve shook his head, “I wish it was that simple, look, can I go? Rick wouldn’t take the necklace and you already took the damn ring back.” He grits his teeth, holding back a breakdown he’s absolutely ready to have.

Eddie frowned, seeing the guy tense up and red marks form on his arm from his own hands. “Uh, yeah, but don’t come anywhere near the capital building again. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yep. Got it.” Steve nodded, blinking hard to stop the tears, already thinking; Not with Dustin’s health issues and Robin’s panicking. “Like I’ll be able to go anywhere” he muttered out, making his way away from his last hope.

He can feel eyes on him as he manages to hold himself together, putting off the inevitable until he’s out of sight and alone. Once he’s completely out of sight of Eddie, he lets the tears fall.

“Good job, Steve, you’re even a shit bandit” he huffs a pathetic laugh as he roughly wipes his eyes, “can’t even make enough to help your brother”

Making his way into the alley, he finds a spot out of sight to continue his pity party before he has to go home and figure out a new plan. Pulling his legs up against his chest, he tries to blink away the tears and hold his sobs in.

Hiding his face in his knees, he doesn’t quite hear the footsteps come up to him. Moving his head to rub his arm against his eyes, he finally notices the feet next to him.

Freezing, he looks up, finding Eddie Munson.

“So, Steve,” Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets, “I’m a little curious, if you were just stealing for drugs you wouldn’t be having a breakdown beside a dumpster.”

“how would you know?” He bites out, “my dealer could’ve left”

Eddie laughs, “yeah, I’m sure this is the reaction someone has after getting their fix. Come on,” he held out a hand and Steve eyed it, “I’m not going to hurt or arrest you.”

That didn’t exactly ease anything but this is a low moment for him, so he grabs it and Eddie easily helps him up.

“So?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smile, “So, what?”

“Why are you out here, you already got your jewelry back and you think I’m doing drugs” he crossed his arms, ignoring how hot his face feels from both his breakdown and the fact that Eddie hasn’t moved away from him.

“I told you I’m curious,” Eddie shrugged, taking a step back only to lean against the wall, “I overheard you say something about being a shit bandit, it got me interested. So, what lead you to stealing?”

Steve mirrors him and leans against the dumpster, looking at him for a second before sighing and tipping his head back. Closing his eyes for a second, “It was my last decision, my parents are shit and my aunt’s job doesn’t pay enough for my siblings. So, I resorted to stealing because my brother is getting worse”

He refuses to actually look at Eddie now, knows the look he’ll get. It’s the same look he’s been getting for weeks now, almost months now. Always “oh you poor boy” and “maybe it’s time to give up” from neighbors and strangers alike because they think Dustin won’t survive.

“Oh man” Eddie whispers and Steve can only hear it because of how quiet it is in the ally, Eddie clears his throat and out of the corner of his eye sees Eddie shift, “Is he sick? Is he dying? That’s why you were stealing?”

“He’s not dying!” He snapped with a glare, his hands in fists, “He’s- he’s going to be okay. I just, just gotta,” his eyes are watery again and he takes in a sharp breath, “he’s not dying!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Eddie has his hands raised and inching closer to him, “he’s not dying and I’m going to help, okay? I’ll help you.”

He shakes his head, let’s out a laugh or maybe a sob, he can’t tell anymore, “oh yeah? How?”

“I’m not sure, yet! But I can help, come on, let me help you.”

Entering the Capital building in the main entrance is a bit strange, especially after all the times he’s entered by windows and side doors. It was even more jarring to be entering with Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, who’s this?”

He nearly jumped at the new voice, looking behind them to find Wayne Munson coming up to them. He paled at seeing him, knowing he stole from this man and that his nephew is standing next to him who caught him stealing.

“Oh! Wayne, this is Stevie, he’s a new friend” Eddie spun around and pulled him closer to him, “I’m helping him and his brother out”

Wayne only raised an eyebrow at Eddie before looking at Steve, then he looked back at Eddie, “This the one who stole?”

Eddie gasped dramatically, tightening his arm around him, “Wayne! Of course not, I just so happened to catch him having a moment of weakness. Now i’m off to show him around and then we’re going to his place and-”

“Son, you ramblin’ like that gives ya away. What’s going on?” Wayne interrupted him, shaking his head and crossing his arms, “Be honest now”

Eddie felt Steve tense up as he squeezed his shoulders before moving his arm, “Uncle, look. Could we possibly talk about this in my room?”

Wayne’s face grows concerned, looking back and forth between him and Steve before nodding. Eddie smiles and grabs Steve’s hand to lead them towards his room, once inside Eddie only lets go of Steve’s hand to close his door and set the ring back in its place.

“Eddie,” Wayne eyes the ring and then at Steve who’s focus is only on the glass case again, “Ya think I’m gonna believe that ya just helping him out?”

“Look sir, I’m-”

“Wayne, I’m serious-”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and Wayne shook his head at both of them, “Steve, was it? If ya did steal from us, be honest”

Steve paled and nodded, his heart sinking already. “I’m sorry sir”

“Wayne, we can’t punish him,” Eddie shifted to stand closer to Steve, “I have the jewelry, isn’t- can’t we let him go?”

Wayne sighed, knowing his nephew’s bleeding heart, “Steal anything else?”

Steve cringed, pulling his arms up to wrap around himself, focusing his eyes on the glass case to avoid looking at either Munson. “Yes, sir”

“For good reason, Wayne!”

“How much?” Wayne ignored Eddie and stared at Steve, watching as the boy gripped his arm harder and blink several times, clearly trying to get tears away. “How much did you steal?”

“A few pieces of jewelry, sir.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie hand up in question, “and how much did you get”

Steve cleared his throat, “about two hundred, sir.” He avoided their gazes but looked around to catch a peek, Eddie frowning and Wayne sending Eddie a pointed look. “I- I still have it”

“Steve no,” Eddie took a step closer, “Wayne you don’t- Wayne, his brother is sick. He needs the money and the stuff he stole- they aren’t that important to us”

It was silent and Eddie felt his face get hot, he looked away from Steve and back at his uncle, “it’s okay, I swear, the dealer he was selling to is caught- he’s being arrested as we speak. I have the pieces we cherish most back. Now,” he spins back around not waiting for Wayne’s response, “I’m going to help Steve and his family, got it?”

Three Months Later

There was something going on, Eddie can already tell and a smile is forming as the giggling behind him gets louder. He’s not sure what it is but he can’t wait to find out what it is.

The giggling is right behind him and he spins, his face breaking into a wide smile at the brothers in a pose to grab him standing there. Robin and Jeff next to them rolling their eyes but smiling.

“My loves!”

Steve and Dustin grinning wide as Eddie throws his arms around them, holding them close and his smile is starting to hurt his face as Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

~~~

So. Uh. This wasn’t supposed to be this long and if I keep going it won’t stop. So! Here’s a thing that doesn’t have an exact time period, it’s definitely not set in the 80s and I went and switched roles up. OH AND IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Steve & Robin are a year apart, Dustin is the baby of the family. Don’t ask me what his issue was it was serious tho. Eddie’s a few years older than Steve. They got together only once Dustin was completely healthy. Eddie totally fell first and Steve wasn’t very far behind him. (Eddie also fell harder toooo)

Also I know the ending is kinda blah haha sorry like I said it wouldn’t end 🤣

No pressure tags: @simplebtromance @tartarusknight @zerokrox-blog @steddieas-shegoes @eriquin

TAGLIST:

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 6

CW: SMUT, pussy eating (r!receiving and r!giving), submissive reader, fingering, fingering and eating, f/f, ellie x reader, cuddling.

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

Chapter 5 recap: Ellie finally opens up and Maya gets to learn more about her past.

previous: Chapitre 5, next: Chapitre 7

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

CHAPTER 6

Once we made contact, we couldn’t get off of each other. We got back home in a hurry. As soon as we closed the door behind us, she pressed her lips against mine again, without breaking the kiss, we headed towards my bedroom. She led me to the bed. I felt a little shy at first but Ellie, on the contrary, looked very confident.

She kept her eyes on me, never looking away as she took my shirt off after asking if everything was okay. She slowly pushed me down and began leaving kisses down my neck, her warm breath gradually became more prominent in between the kisses, making my heart skip a beat. I felt soft bites that quickly turned into sloppy kisses again, her hands were everywhere on me as I was passing my hand through her hair.

She took my skirt off, leaving me in my underwear and contemplated the sight for a second with an intense gaze. I felt my cheeks grow red. She laid back down on me and as we were kissing, I began to take her shirt off as well; she stopped in her motion to make it easier for me and chuckled. I then unbuckled her belt and took her pants off. I wanted her more every second as I was feeling her whole body on mine while she put her thigh in between my legs, I pressed my thighs together to rub my pussy against her leg as I slowly started riding it. Ellie placed her hands on my ass guiding my hips.

- You want more, am I right?

Her tone was different than it usually is, her deep voice turned me on even more and I nodded desperately at her question.

- Yes Ellie please. I replied almost whispering. 

She looked at me with a deep stare clenching her jaw after hearing my answer then I felt her hands climbing up on my inner thighs. I locked eye contact with her, unable to look away, my body was begging for more; it was obvious I wanted her and she could tell. She slid her hand inside my panties and started to touch me very softly as she was kissing my neck. I was feeling so good and breathing so fast that I was almost unable to kiss her properly. 

She stopped everything and unclipped my bra very easily before going down on my boobs while gently holding my throat. Sucking on one of my nipples while her other free hand was playing with the other one. My tits hardened as she touched them. I felt a shiver down my spine and I held her head, grabbing her fluffy hair. She began tracing kisses down to my stomach leaving warm wet spots all over my body. The pleasure made me arch my back and strongly grab the sheets to hold myself. 

- You’re so pretty like that. She said looking up at me, smiling.

I opened my legs to make space for her, my breathing pace becoming shaky from the excitement. My gaze was glued on her as I watched her head slowly come closer to my pussy. She was taking her time to tease me as much as possible and stopped right in front of my entrance, not touching me. I could only feel her warm breathing as she was exhaling on the wet spot already visible on my panties. I whined from the impatience. She looked up at me again with a wide smirk before making her way back up, caressing the side of thigh. I sighed at her teasing leaving me flustered, she knew exactly what she was doing and she was very good at it. 

She went for my neck again leaving hickeys everywhere she could. My impatience increased, I was so needy for her, I needed her hands all over me, I was craving each part of her; a wave of excitement submerged me and my body suddenly felt too hot, my breathing becoming out of control. 

- Ellie please.  - Please what baby ? 

I hesitated a second before answering, ashamed of how bad I wanted her but the urge was so uncontrollable. I locked eye contact with her again, her stare felt like fire, she seemed as impatient as me, 

- Ellie, please fuck me.

She smiled and slid her hand from my breast to my stomach until it reached the lace of my panties again. She slid her hand inside my pantie to touch my pussy with the palm of her hand, my whole body was squirming. She was torturing me even more without helping at all. I was staring at her with begging eyes, I felt myself flush and my cheeks burning with desire. I started bucking my hips to get as much friction as I could. Her fingers were making fast circles on my clit, brushing over my folds and teasing my needy cunt without ever putting them inside of me as I was feeling my blood pressure increasing. 

She glanced at me once more, with the same focused and determined look on her face when she finally slipped a first finger inside of me, then another one while never breaking eye contact. I was getting close, my moans became louder while her breathing started to grow faster from excitement and fatigue. She brutally stopped everything when I was about to finish on her finger, went down on my body again to finally remove my panties and started licking my pussy.

- Fuck you’re so wet angel.

I moaned loud when I heard the nickname she called me for the first time. She worked my clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into my entrance. She continued to move her tongue across my cunt which caused my thighs to tense up around Ellie's head. She decided to take it just a little bit further to finish me off. Her fingers were pumping quicker in and out of my soaked hole, finding a rhythm with the movement of her tongue. 

- Cum for me now sweetheart. I know you can do it, be my good girl c’mon.

My legs started to shake uncontrollably, my pussy clenching hard on her tongue and fingers, my breathing became so messy I was almost suffocating, my body was burning and sweating everywhere I came so hard I was screaming. I took a couple seconds to decrease the rate of my breathing, I sat up and kissed her, finally collecting enough energy to move and speak normally again.

- Ellie, you’re so good.  - Yeah ? You liked it? - Fuck yes I did. - How much did you like it, baby ?   - .. A lot.  - Show me how much you liked it then. She replied looking at me straight in the eye with the same serious look she had a couple minutes ago, her tone was authoritarian.

 Without hesitating a second I obeyed. I stood up from the bed and placed myself in front of us between her legs as she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Without ever breaking eye contact, I got down on my knees, looking at her with pleading eyes from below her. She remained serious and grabbed my face firmly, contemplating it and rubbing her thumb on my cheek. A new wave of heat submerged me again.

- I want to fuck that slutty face of yours so bad.

And just with that I carried out her order instantly. I took her boxers off and tossed them to the side, I glanced at her from below once more, waiting for her validation and taking a grasp of the view of Ellie above me bossing me around making me do whatever she wanted. I felt so submissive for her, she had so much power over me, she had me completely wrapped around her finger. After a small nod from her, I finally started to taste her.

As I was eating her out, she pushed her head back moaning, strongly grasping the edge of the bed to stay grounded. I started to go faster, making more movements with my tongue until she began to shake and clench her pussy on my tongue. She placed a hand behind my head to guide it, she was moaning louder and finally came. After I licked her juices, I wiped my mouth and sat next to her. She breathlessly grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me passionately. We both laid down, cuddling and resting. We chatted a little and kissed again before falling asleep together.

[golden-rats]

Mayhaps could you write some soft dewther? Maybe something about reconnecting after dew gets back from touring without aether spicy or not dealers choice

~ @atmosghoul

Was supposed to be a sweet short reunion. Hand slipped. Get 2k words of smut

Aether glanced up from his desk as the door shut, his busy demeanor interrupted by the entrance of another ghoul. His tail betrayed his excitement at seeing Dew, who dropped his bag with a resounding thud. A rush of longing flooded Dewdrop as he took in Aether's presence. Fuck, how he had missed him. Aether's mind raced, realizing his partner had returned from the tour. “Dew… It’s good to have you back.” Aether’s eyes were sparkling as he looked at the fire ghoul with a small smile. Concern crept into his gaze as he noticed his fatigue, the bags under his eyes and the way he dropped his belongings. “You look like you could use some rest… Did the tour go okay?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. "Shut up for a moment and c'mere." Dewdrop urged, striding toward Aether and coming to a halt in front of the chair he was sitting in. Without any hesitation he spun him around to face him, slowly climbing onto his lap.

“Woah, alright…” The quintessence ghoul’s eyes widened a bit as he felt the small one suddenly in his lap. He couldn’t help but smile even wider at the familiar weight and warmth. Wrapping his arms around and pulling him into a reassuring hug. “Someone’s missed me…” He remarked softly. "Pff yea sure, you're the one who missed me." The fire ghoul teased and nuzzled his face into the crook of Aethers neck. Just resting. Inhaling his heavy scent of patchouli and vanilla, absorbing the warmth radiating from him, focusing on the strong limbs holding him. The bigger ghoul chuckled as he felt the face on his skin, the other ghoul’s body against his. Holding him close, savoring the feeling of having him back. “I have… Don't tell me you haven’t thought of me.” He whispered as he ran his fingers through golden hair.

"Don't make me talk about feelings." Dewdrop mumbled against the other's skin. After a few moments of them just enjoying holding each other once more, he lifted his head. Flickering red eyes meeting deep purple ones. He could get lost in that depth over and over again. No matter how often their glances met, their eyes rested on each other... Whenever the last light of the day shone through their blinds and reflected on them, the moon being the only thing illuminating the room and bringing out a galaxy of stars seemingly trapped in them or the first rays of sunshine woke the ghouls and made his eyes shine so bright. Aether's eyes were always the smaller ghoul's favorite sight. "Let me show you instead..."

“Mm…” The quintessence ghoul’s voice was filled with need as Dew’s mouth was so close to his neck. “Show me then…” He murmured, leaning his head back slightly. His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing started to quicken. His entire body was on high alert, waiting for Dew to make his move. Dewdrop let his lips trail over his throat as he further sat up, now able to look at all of Aether's face. Arms snaking around his neck, a slight grin tugged at the corner of the fire ghoul's lips. Lips that soon came crashing down onto his partners’. Aether let out a muffled noise as their lips met, their bodies pressed against each other. Their lips locked and their tongues danced against one another, his hands traced along the delicate lines of Dewdrops back. The big ghoul's heart beating swiftly, his body quivered with want, melting into the chair. With a small whimper his arms instinctively moved to wrap around the fire ghoul, pulling him into a tighter embrace as the kiss deepened.

The fire ghoul used his fangs to bite on Aethers bottom lip, pulling at it. A low moan could be heard as Aether’s breath hitched, which made something in Dew twitch. His core started to fill with a heat that ultimately made him break the kiss. A dark red washed over his cheeks and the tips of his pointy ears, eyes glossy. "Take me here. Now." When the other ghoul pulled away his eyes were half-lidded, looking at Dew with desire in his gaze. “Now, huh?” He said softly, his hands coming to rest on Dewdrop’s hips. “I don’t know, I feel like you should ask me nicely…” The small ghoul's blush intensified with these words. He tried to wriggle out the other's grasp. "I've been without you for so long, don't play games with me Aeth!”

“Is it bothering you that much?” Aether says, the corners of his lips slowly curling up into a smirk. The grip on his partners hips tightened, preventing him from escaping. “What’s wrong? Feeling a little frustrated? I could take care of that if the words ‘please and thank you’ start to come out of your mouth.” "Ngh..." Dew cursed himself internally for getting turned on by this. He occasionally did love to get bossed around and handled by the big ghoul. Seeing what he'd do to make him submit. Their foreplay and all that lead up to sex being enjoyed to the fullest. But in times like these, the fire ghoul wants one thing and one thing alone. To get fucked and release all the pent up desires and stress. "Aeth…” The ghouls smirk grew wider as he moved his hands downwards, one of them rubbing a circle over Dew’s hip as the other slid ever so slowly down his inner thigh. His gaze took on a cocky hint as he looked into pleading eyes. “Is that all you have to say…?” As much as Dewdrop wanted to resist and show that he's no toy to play with, that he can be dominant too, the hands roaming his body made his mind go blank. Averting his eyes he mumbled. "Fuck me... Please.”

“There you go…” Aether said softly, his voice took on an almost smug tone. “Was that so hard?” A low growl escaped his throat as he pressed himself up from his chair, lifting Dew up with him. He stared into the fire ghoul's eyes for a long moment, before turning around and throwing him onto his desk, laying the other ghoul flat on his back. As much as he enjoyed making Dew wait and beg for it, the thought of the fire ghoul’s body writhing beneath his own and groaning was just too tempting at this moment. Dewdrop gasped, claws clutching at the fabric of Aethers shirt. He felt his back hit the wood, looking up at the tall ghoul towering over him. That drew an immediate reaction from his groin. A whimper rolling over his lips. “Oh… You want it that badly, huh? Needy ghoul…” Aether pressed himself up against the other ghoul, using one hand to hold his wrists above his head. His other hand traveled along Dew's inner thigh, causing it to prickle and his heart to race. His breath grew shaky and his eyes began to burn, his glare becoming almost primal as his lips hovered an inch away from the fire ghoul's own. Aether’s gaze is focused on making Dew as nervous, as flustered, as desperate as he can, before finally kissing him.

Dewdrop shut his eyes tight when he felt the newly heated kiss. Giving himself fully to his lover. He felt the other ghoul slot one leg in between his, pressing against his body, against the tent forming in his pants. He couldn't stop himself from softly grinding against Aethers leg who in return let out a soft moan. His fingers digging subtly into the wrists he held to stop him from moving. He pulled away from the kiss, just a few inches, and his breath came out in short, sudden pants as he stared at Dew’s face. “So…” He growled, moving his hand to Dewdrops chest and ripping open his shirt buttons. "...Needy."

"Fuck, Aeth!" The fire ghoul pants, hearing the buttons clutter on the floor. His eyes searching the bigger ones face. There was this hunger in him, arousal. “Mm…” Aether started to run his hands along the bare skin of the fire ghoul’s torso, from his shoulders down to his chest. He then started to unbutton his own shirt as well, letting Dew watch him do so as he gazed with hunger into the smaller ghoul’s eyes. “Keep looking… And keep wanting…” The quintessence ghoul purred, his voice husky and full of need. Seeing the desire on Dewdrop's face, feeling how much he wanted, it was almost too much for Aether to bear. His breath got caught in his throat, staring right at the other ghoul's longing expression.

Aether reached out to cup Dew's cheek, caressing it, while the other hand slid down again. Down to his lower body. His fingers reached the zipper of his pants. Dewdrop felt Aether's thumb brushing over his lip. Without thinking he parted them, letting his forked tongue flick out and around the finger. No one needed to tell the big ghoul twice, he slid his finger into the hot, wet mouth. He held back a moan but a shiver ran through him as his thumb brushed the wet inside of the other ghoul's mouth. He watched as Dew sucked down on his finger, a low sound of approval escaping him. On top of their breathing, sloppy sucking sounds filled the air around them. Dew's head began to feel hazy as his pants were slowly getting undone. Aether continued to undo his own belt, leaning further against the other ghoul, his thumb continuing to move before replacing it with his middle and index finger for a few short moments. When he finally did slide out of his mouth again, it allowed him a momentary break to quickly undo his jeans, leaving them open just enough so he could get them off his legs.

Aether stared into lust-filled eyes as he began to press his hips against the fire ghoul’s. The only thing separating them now was their underwear. But even through that, Dew could feel the quintessence ghoul’s dick pressing against his own. Warmth forming between them. His cheeks heated up again and he let his head fall back against the surface of the desk, not able to stop a moan. Hearing that moan, Aether could feel his own breath quickening even more. His hands reached down to the other ghoul’s body, sliding his fingers around the waistband of his panties. He let his fingers rest against the thin barrier, pulling ever so slightly as he began to move them around, giving them the tiniest bit of friction. "Keep moaning..." The quintessence ghoul murmurs, looking down to get a better view of the fire ghoul's hot face. Dew couldn't stop even if he wanted to. His cock already leaking, if the friction went on for even longer, he wouldn't last much anymore. Aether knew that he needed to be careful, that it wouldn't take his partner too long if he kept up the pressure and pace. With this in mind, he slowly pulled back, his hand now resting lightly on the naked thigh. "Good boy... You're such a good boy..." Aether smiled softly as he whispered, a touch of smugness creeping in his voice. And as reward, he finally freed both of them from their last piece of clothing, drawing a pathetic noise from Dewdrop who was squirming once again.

"Are you asking me for something? What do you want, little one?" The bigger one asks, not being able to help himself from giving that last part a teasing note. He knew how much it turned the fire ghoul on. "I want you inside me…” Dew's voice was barely a whisper. The quintessence ghoul's grasp on Dewdrop's thighs became slightly stronger, before he guided his arms so that they could push his legs back slightly. His mouth watering at the view presented in front of him. "Is that so?" Aether hums. His hands starting to wander over the bare skin of the fire ghoul's groin. Stroking his dick, pumping it once, twice. Patience slowly leaving him, he wrapped his hand around the yearning cock. Another breathless moan could be heard. Dews hips involuntarily thrusted forward as he felt the touch. Aether could feel the warmth of Dew’s erection in his hand as he slowly stroked it up and down, making sure to tease the tip with his fingers, spreading precum. As the small ghoul laid there, he could see his body shuddering with pleasure, muscles tensing up as he got closer and closer to his climax. “Not yet baby…” He breathed. Sliding his own dick along with Dewdrop's into his hand, massaging both of them.

Oh shit, oh fuck. "Satanas-" The fire ghoul was overwhelmed with sensations. The second cock rubbing against his, being all hot and sticky. The firm hand around them, squeezing and pumping. All while the bigger ghoul stood between his wide spread legs and bucked his hips. It was too much. This wasn't how he planned it. "A-Aeth, wait!" There was nothing he could do. The steady rhythm of jerking and humping tipped Dewdrop over the edge. Moaning and whimpering, a big puddle of warm cum started to form on his stomach while claws dug into the wooden surface he laid on. Seeing and feeling this ecstasy his lover was in, Aether wasn't far behind. Their semen partially mixing on the smaller one's torso, a few drops landing on his face, earning a little yelp.

A little out of breath, Aether smirked as he examined his lover. Leaning down he licked at the cum stains on his cheek, chuckling. "You bully..." Dewdrop panted. Too tired to move yet as his mind still had to find back to his body after his climax. "Don't worry firelily, we have so much more time later to give you the welcome you deserve..." The quintessence ghoul promised before planting a kiss on Dew's lips.

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say hello to my current wip, making assumptions, aka the fic about chay's truly impressive collection of monsterfucker sex toys. i'm banging my head against my desk as i work on one of the emotional scenes, so here's a ~1k preview of the first chapter because i like validation 😂

The thing about fucking up a lot is that you get really good at identifying the little voice in your head yelling hey moron amongst all the alarm bells. It’s just that, if you’re Kim, the little voice can scream as loud as it likes, but it won’t change the fact that the stupid decision is so often the only decision available.

I, Kim thinks as he picks the lock on Chay’s door, am very bad at lying to myself.

It’s just, Kim is nosy. He doesn’t know how not to be, not with a childhood of secrets that kill and a father who lies more than he cares. So, when Kim had snooped through the family’s finance accounts and happened upon Chay’s bank statements, which showed no activity beyond Papa adding an allowance for months and then abruptly incurred multiple pages of mysterious payments totalling to several thousand baht in less than two weeks, which transactions could only be less obvious if they were plastered in neon DRUGS HERE! signs, well. What was Kim supposed to do?

…Not break into Chay’s room and scour the place for secret drug stashes is the correct answer, but Kim is so far past that now. He doesn’t even know what he’s going to do when he finds the stashes of drugs--probably throw them out, except then he’d have to tell Chay, because people rearranging your rooms and throwing out your stuff behind your back is the worst, and he won’t do that to Chay. But he’s also been trying to respect Chay’s fuck off boundary line, no matter how much it hurts, so Chay’s going to hate him twice as much for this, fuck, he’s really thrown himself into a right pickle this time--

He should turn back now. Before he makes this worse.

Then Kim thinks of Chay collapsed in his own pile of vomit, or passed out with blood dripping from his nose, or pale with a needle still sticking out of his arm, because Kim knows the shit dealers cut their products with, because Papa had wanted him to take over the gritty side of the business, and then Kim’s inside Chay’s rooms without a second’s hesitation.

Chay’s room is a mess. Not the type of mess Kim had liked to drop in on, back when he’d surprise Chay at home and get treated to Chay frantically tidying the place while making half a dozen excuses for why Kim couldn’t come over, despite knowing Kim was watching him clean through the front window, and then finally invite Kim in and pout at him until he did something nice to make up for his bullying. This mess isn’t small piles of debris and laundry and dirty dishes--it’s several unpacked boxes growing dust in a corner, a small hamper of clean clothes infront of an empty closet, a collection of dirty glasses atop a stack of textbooks before the nightstand. If Kim hadn’t known this is Chay’s room, hadn’t secretly triple checked the security of this wing and Chay’s position to it obsessively when Chay had first moved in, he might’ve thought this the room for one of Papa’s infrequent guests. It’s…unsettling, to see a space Chay spends so much time in be so empty of his presence.

…He’s wasting time.

The rooms in this wing are all outfitted with the same basic setup: bed in the middle, oversized nightstand between it and the corner, lamp and chair in another, entrance to a full bath and toilet in the last. Usually, long term guests customize their rooms into anything besides a soulless box, but Chay hasn’t even tacked up so much as a postcard on the wall. The only thing unique is the large wooden chest with a well-loved blanket tossed over it, so that’s where Kim starts. It’s too obvious as a hiding place, and Kim almost wants to scold Chay or give him lessons on how to hide shit he wants to stay hidden, but…it’s the one piece Chay’s chosen in this room. Chay could just grab a backpack and this chest and disappear--anything he wants safe will be in it.

…The chest isn’t even locked, and Kim returns to the urge to go find and grab Chay by his shoulders and shake him until he remembers something about situational awareness, or keeping secrets, or distrusting people, or a lot of other basic caution measures, except Kim’s one of the things Chay’s currently keeping himself safe from, so that definitely won’t do him any favors. Kim settles for closing his eyes and sighing deeply through his nose.

Then he opens the chest to reveal…tentacles. Literally dozens of plastic tentacles.

What?

Kim stares down at the chest full of…plastic octopus legs? Or, at least, the tips of several of them, in all varieties of colors, from coral pink to a deep, shimmery blue. Kim even grabs one that glistens like oil slick when he moves it in the dim sunlight. They all vary in shape too, some are more sleek with just tiny bumps and ridges in different patterns, some with thick bases and thin tips and others with thin bodies and flared heads, others with strangely realistic suckers that yield under his finger tips, and then even more underneath those that look far too strange to be called proper tentacles. Kim pulls out a deep green one with a cute flower at the base and a body that curls aggressively, another that’s mostly straight but has the look of chewed bubble gum, and yet another that’s shorter than the rest but twice as thick and covered in bulging bumps.

It’s not until Kim finally pulls out a toy covered in flared ridges, scales, and other alarming geometry, but also distinctly phallic, does his brain finally accept that all of these are dildos.

Chay…Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.

Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.

Chay has a chest of sex toys in his room.

Kim’s brain gives up. His face is too hot for him to think, his ears are ringing with what he’s quite sure is literal steam coming directly off his brain. He keeps pulling out more new toys, unable to stop. There’s one that looks like a tongue, with twice as many veins and a bumpy texture that is much too real for the scraps of his sanity. An alarmingly long and bendy tube with a pretty rainbow gradient and a disturbing number of knobs. A dark blue dildo that seems strangely plain until it lights up with half a dozen glittery rings when he accidentally squeezes the base too hard.

Pretty, Kim thinks, then is so startled by the sound of his own thoughts he misses the sound of the door clicking open behind him.

“Kim?”

Kim actually startles, whacking his knee on the chest of sex toys, and comes face-to-face with Chay.

…While sitting in a half-circle of monster dicks.

Chay’s eyes dart from him, to the toys on the floor, to the chest, and blushes all the way to his ears. “Kim?”

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: K × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: action, slightly suggestive, a bit of crack

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: inspired by The Heat (2013), the whole club scene with some small twists and changes. And K. ;)

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,9k

It was almost 10 pm. Me and my partner were sitting in her old AMC Rambler in the dark, parking after a black truck, close to a club named Ekko. We were watching every movement of the said building's entrance, especially the people who went in. We weren't too far, so we saw everything important without needing to sharpen our eyesight. It was for the better, perhaps we needed to keep watch all night, so we had to be extra careful.

Once again I looked at my phone and recalled the suspect's name and appearance; Yudai Koga, or — in the federal operation — just K, for short. The picture was not the best quality we had of him but his main features were still clearly present. He was tall and lean, but thanks to his fitted clothes he was perspicuously muscular as well, especially his legs. He seemed like a good runner. His face was chiseled, spotless, with a defined jawline and cheekbones, a firm but delicate face shape and features, small but sharp eyes, simple, nicely-curved lips, a perfect and smooth nose, and endless raven locks. His hairstyle was nothing too outrageous, but it sure looked soft and shiny... He was handsome, to say the least. A handsome bastard, drug dealer, and co-owner of the club in front of us, who we're about to catch.

He was always on the phone with some suppliers, and by the time we cracked his current number with the experts of the federation, he already had a new one. He changed it almost every week, so it seemed. That's why we had to seek a critical solution to this problem; do this impromptu operation and plant a bug into his phone to track him down successfully.

"Hey, see that? That's Koga, the guy we need." My partner said, sharp, as I looked up and in the dim street lights I noticed his lanky figure towering over one of the bodyguards and they exchanged a few words. He was still glued to his phone, obviously, but we successfully spotted him going inside, just in time.

"Let's get moving then." I announced confidently and we opened the car's doors at the same time, walking towards the ominous entrance in big steps.

The place was packed for sure, people swaying to the loud and noisy pop-music left and right, as soon as we stepped in, the crowd was present in every millimeter of the facility. It wasn't anything fancy, it even seemed a bit rundown from the inside, but perhaps it was just the sea of people. Or the aesthetic they were going for. Who knows.

We gravitated towards the center of the big dance floor and kept pushing away sweaty bodies — sometimes a bit aggressively, to teach them a lesson. Eventually, we saw a couple of V.I.P. booths towards the back and a sneak peek of our guy, Koga.

"Look! He's there!" I signaled to my partner. "We have to dance our way through." I whispered sharply and we exchanged a look.

We started to push through the crowd but we couldn't get much closer, we were slowing down and it seemed like we were tottering in the same place for minutes, while trying to keep a safe distance from some drunk residents.

"Okay, this can't go on like this." My partner turned to me, trying to shout over the music. "Let's go over there!" She pointed towards a more peaceful area, close to the counters, more to the sides. I let her lead the way and followed without question or disagreement.

When we swam through the crowd and finally had a chance to catch our breaths leaning against the wall beside us, I noticed a fire alarm there. It was a little red box and all I had to do was pull on it and it'll go off.

This will go fast.

"...So when I pull the alarm, everyone in shock will go towards the two exits." I signaled with my hands as I presented my spontaneous plan to my partner. "He will head towards the nearest one, which is northeast. I will bump into him, pull the cell, plant the bug in his phone, and say that he dropped it. It's something I like to call a 'cop drop'." I finished with wide gestures and waited for my partner's reaction. "Yeah, I got it." She shrugged and stood back a little bit. "Okay, here we go..." I confidently touched the small red box then pulled on it with ease... But the main part stayed in my hand with the pulley thing and the rest of the box fell apart. "What? There are no wires attached to this thing..." I examined the poorly-made mechanism with a surprised but confused expression. "And what is this? Gum? Or Silly Putty?" I carefully touched the weird, slimy thing in the middle of the box, where the alarm should have been. "Don't touch it! It's a condom." My partner whispered and quickly looked behind us, while I hastily dropped the thing "...He's on the move!"

Then she sighed sharply — as if she was already expecting this. "Let's just find a bathroom ." She nodded her head in the restroom's direction with a bored expression. "I don't have to pee." I said blankly, still holding the plasticky remains of the failed fire alarm in my hand. She didn't answer, just grabbed my hands and started dragging me closer to the restroom. "Oh, come on!" She dragged me all the way and struggled to open the strong door with one hand while keeping me close to her with the other. "But I told you I don't have to pee!" I added, frustrated, when she finally pushed me inside, the music and the crowd were almost inaudible here, which, at least was a relief.

"I didn't bring you here to ask about your bathroom habits!" She said and rolled her eyes. "You're killing us out there. We need to blend in and we need to shake our asses like the rest of the foxes." She answered in a serious manner. "Oh yeah, dancing to get close to him! Fantastic idea!" I tugged on my blazer and set to go back outside where the crowd was, but my partner stopped me harshly.

"Jesus, don't. Don't do anything you're doing!" She eyed me. "W-What? But he's over that way!" I stuttered for a second, now even more confused. "Take off that freaking jacket. You look like you're about to sit down and do their taxes." She said in a deadpan tone while I was completely serious. "This is a nice jacket..!" In my final defeat, I sighed and took off the off-white blazer, folded it, and put it on the counter of the sink beside us. "Okay, the jacket's off. How about this?" I looked into the mirror and patted down my azure-colored shirt that lay underneath my blazer. "I can't watch whatever process is about to happen." She muttered. "I'm a federal agent!" I retorted to her cynical words. "I know, and you look like one! You think you'll go up to him like this and he won't suspect a thing?" She shook her head. "Now button down." She reached in my way to kindly help me out but I snapped her hands away. "I got this." I whispered and unbuttoned the first two buttons, my bra's lacing was almost see-through through the thin, silky material.

"Fine. How's that? Is that good now?" I asked impatiently after I completed the task. "I think it's getting worse." My partner was watching me for a couple of seconds, thinking hard. "My fear is that I could put you in a bikini, but you'd still look like a bank teller." I stepped back. "Do you really have to say it like that?" She shrugged. "I'm trying to make a point. I'm saying that your face, and whatever's underneath this shitty outfit might not be bad. It's just when your big mouth opens, it ruins the whole picture. It's a total boner killer, and I'm going to help you." Then suddenly she pulled out a small pair of scissors from her pocket. "What are you trying to do?!" I panicked, stepping back, completely ignoring her previous insults. "Making you a proper outfit. Now, hold down your arms." She responded casually. I did what she asked me to, but I was nervous.

She got hold of my sleeves and cut into the fabric above my elbow, leaving it uneven and the edges started to frizz immediately. "No, no! This is one of my favorites! I only brought five of these to the city!" I struggled, as I saw the piece of clothing being cut to shreds. "Then I'll cut the other four as well." She continued on a bit more firmly, not paying attention to me, and eventually both sleeves of the shirt were cut off to a simple T-shirt length.

Does this really look better?

"I look like I've been attacked." I said, frustrated. "That's not my fault." She answered nonchalantly. "Oh, is it my fault then?" At this point, I was getting a bit angry by her behavior. "Let me even out the bottom then." My partner pointed to my dress pants and I freaked out once again.

Why is she so calm? How is she so calm?

What is she planning to make out of those, shorts?!

"Everyone likes shorts." She crouched down and pulling the length of my pants, she started cutting it mid-tigh. "No! This is such a nice and comfy material!" I protested but at this point, I knew it was no use. She was cutting silently, the edges of the fine textile were left a bit uneven as well.

"Don't touch that area..." I whisper-shouted when the scissors were traveling up my thighs a bit more. "Jesus, would you stop pulling my pants off—?" I shrieked but suddenly she stopped me. "Oh my god..." She said in disbelief, looking at my legs. "What are those?" She pointed at my spandex and pulled on it because they were visible outside of my newly-cut shorts. "Stop that! That's my spandex... It holds everything together." I confessed with slight embarrassment. "Why? What's going to pop out?" She looked at me with genuine curiosity. "Nothing! It just keeps everything where it needs to be." I slightly stuttered. "But like, medically?" She insisted. "No, not medically. It just keeps everything in the right place." I tried to clarify, using my hands. "You've got to vent that furnace, you know. It's a lot of compression and heat." She shook her head. "It gets plenty of ventilation, thank you." I answered hastily. "My hand's a foot off and it feels like it's on fire." She deadpanned. "Then why don't you cut them shorter, because no one can see my cervix yet?" I rolled my eyes and gestured with my hands as I couldn't believe her actions. "I will cut them shorter—" She began but I interrupted her. "No way! We're finished. Let's do you know." I nodded my head in her direction, standing before me. "I don't need a makeover." She put away her scissors casually. "So I get to look like this and you get to look like that? Like you were?" I asked, and now I was in disbelief. "Yeah, I know it's not fair." She shrugged and frowned but I didn't feel any sorriness in her voice.

"...Let's hit it!" I announced as soon as we were out of the bathroom.

Eventually, I had to take off my spandex so it doesn't interrupt anything visually and only the newly-cut shorts were left on my legs — and my boots of course, those that I had on already. At least she spared my shoes by not altering them... Furthermore, my T-shirt length silky azure shirt was cut into a discreet crop top and that's how my federal agent work outfit was changed in the end. And my hair too; she messed up my locks, because as she claimed it, it matches the clothes' vibes better.

Now I really look as if I'd been attacked. I refuse to comment on anything else.

"What are you looking at?" My partner asked a random guy that was eyeing me rather vividly while we stepped into the crowd. "I like how your friend's shorts make me feel in my shorts— I'm sorry, that was much cruder than I meant it to be." Said the guy with glasses and a cup of beer. "See? I was right about the shorts." My partner whispered to me. "I stand corrected on the shorts." She agreed with the guy out loud. "Let's proceed." I ended the small talk and put my hands on my hips.

We started mingling with the people once again, dancing around and slowly inching closer to the V.I.P. booths and Koga.

"...At one o'clock." My partner bumped my hips and pushed me a bit forward. Now our suspect was on the dance floor too, a big group of young girls were around him, presenting themselves in revealing outfits and trying really hard to dance with him at the closest proximity. You'd expect him to enjoy it and indulge in as much as he can I guess.... but most of the time he looked through the girls with a blank, expressionless face, his mouth corners rarely lifting. But it was surprising to see him without his phone being glued to his ears for once, although it meant that locating it in the building or on him will be much harder.

"Get in there." My partner signaled toward the magic circle around Koga. "How do I get in there?" I swayed my hips to seem like I'm dancing, and slowly closed the distance between us and the crowd while slightly panicking on the inside. "I have no idea..." She said and eventually, I just let her push me from the back to get close to him faster. "Get in there and get your hands in on the phone. And do the fucking cop drop!" She said while pushing me, growing frustrated by the second with the people around. "I can't do it from this position!" I answered back with the same attitude. "Okay, coming in one more time!" She kept me on my toes and pushed me in one final time, to Koga and his circle.

I'm not the upfront type who likes to get into conflicts and lift a hand... But I have a mission this time, so I'm about to get ugly with these girlies if they don't back down.

There was a girl who was completely holding onto Koga and trying to climb him like a mountain or something. I gave a look to my partner and she sprang into action to get her off. "I got her! But you're like a freaking nanny, speed up!" She said as she kept the girl in her strong hold. At this point I was really close to him, up in his personal space with the others. No doubt, he was dashing in real life too, but I was more intimidated by the younger girls around me, at the maximum of 19 years old by my calculations. I guess he is Mr. Club Owner Popular guy here. "Picture time!" He suddenly said, not making eye contact with me yet and finally pulled his phone out.

This is my chance!

With an enthusiastic turn I crashed into him and the said picture on purpose and tried to follow with my eyes where his phone could've landed and tried to get a hold of him as well. "Damn it, can somebody get my phone?" He asked and was about to crouch down but I held one of his arms and waist, cuddling into him in a weird way. "I got it!" The same guy with the glasses who complimented my shorts showed up and handed him back the device before my eyes. I could have just snatched it but I didn't...

"Thanks a lot, bro. But close a couple of buttons, ok? Club policy." Koga said from beside me sassily and nodded in the direction of the guy's shirt. It was kind of an asshole move, but as he took his phone and was about to put it back into his pocket he turned his head and noticed me on his side.

"Koga! Hi, hello." I tried to speak in a normal voice but I was already sweaty and a bit exhausted from the previous events so my tone came out much more desperate than I wanted it to... Meanwhile, I saw my partner dragging the random guy away aggressively and pushing him way back. "Hi." Koga said and for the first time we made eye contact; for a second he genuinely seemed curious as I looked up at him, since even in boots he towered over me. "Your moves were weird as hell, but I loved it." He said with a small smirk as he looked down at me, his dark, inviting orbs gliding over my outfit. He was not afraid to take his time exploring my being, while the music was still loudly going off in the back. He pulled me into a slight daze but when I snapped out of it, with a spontaneous idea my hands immediately met with his soft, silky raven locks — they were truly as fine as they looked in the photo.

Oh yeah, that's the shampoo move from now on.

"Your hair is so soft." I said, putting emphasis on the word 'soft'. I wanted to sound seductive but I have no idea if I succeeded. The music around us suddenly changed, the beat dropped and in a moment everyone started dancing like crazy, swaying, jumping and just colliding with everyone else in general. This time I got pushed into Koga against my own will, but I didn't mind as he held onto me because the crowd was taking away both of us, fast. He grabbed my waist as I was still fiddling with his hair, messing it up lazily but eventually, I was bound to hug around his neck firmly to keep my balance. We made eye contact again, both of us being enticed and it was even kind of magical as everyone else was moving around us and we just stood in silence, tangled together. But not for long. A strong push jerked me forward and I completely crashed into him, my face getting incredibly close to his chiseled one. Our eye contact was never-ending, our noses almost touching just like our lips... Those nicely-curved but narrow, cherry-colored lips opened slightly as if awaiting something. Something even closer and sensual, than now....

"Want to get a drink?" He asked in a low voice, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly, just a smidge above the art of whisper but I could still hear him clearly when he decided leaned in a bit, speaking directly into my ears. "Yeah, sure." I said as quickly as I could, breaking our 'hugging' position and turning on my heel, walking back to the V.I.P. booths while catching ahold of his hand and lightly dragging him with me. I didn't want him to see my face change to crimson so I acted as fast as I could. As we walked through the crowd our positions changed soon enough, and now he was the one leading the way. As we arrived and sat down on a small leather sofa the realization hit me that my mission is to get his phone. His phone was in his back pocket at the moment—

"—Who's this?" He picked up the said device with a strict gaze. The alarms in my head went off and I was full-on agent mode, a bunch of ideas popping into my head as I watched him quickly end a phone call. When he finished he put his mobile onto the armrest beside him lazily and I knew I had to spring into action. I had no idea where my partner was, but I knew I could count on her abilities to carry out our initial plan. But I was the main attraction — literally — so it's time to do something, it's time to be upfront.

"Can I sit on your lap?" I looked at him from under my lashes and ran a hand through my messy hair, trying to loosen both the mood and my nervousness inside. I may have thought I look intimidating in his eyes, but in my eyes his look still gave me a chill, a good feeling spreading through my spine. "Obviously." He answered boldly and didn't even wait for me to move, he just casually placed his hands onto my waist and lifted me up, and sat me onto his lap with a swift movement.

I'm not going to lie, that felt nice. Very nice. His hands could stay there longer...

"I like where this is going." I continued as I got comfortable in my new seat. Our heads were in the same height now and I could see his spotless features even clearer than before. He shifted around a bit too, opening his legs a bit wider and relaxing his arms, his shoulders, and leaning back his torso. He was wearing a simple outfit, but it still proved to be difficult to tear my eyes away from his form. His jeans fitted him perfectly, not too loose but not too tight, just the right amount to hug around the few curves and muscles of his long legs. His long-sleeved maroon-colored shirt was tucked into his pants and its sleeves were rolled up, exposing slender but firm forearms, a big palm, and long fingers. He wore a couple of thin bracelets, but no rings. And a delicate chain necklace around his neck. As I was mapping out his build and persona, it seemed weird how two-toned his being felt. He was a simple man, handsome, tall, and muscular by body, but at the same time, his face was the perfect mixture of innocence, pure beauty, and a dash of sweetness with full-grown masculinity. I got lost in his presence again, no doubt, he was definitely a sight to look at — if not for anything, but as a side-part of my mission to memorize his face and character for the future.

"I, too like where this is going." He gave me a mysterious smirk as he hug around my waist once again, but not long after one of his hands slid down to my knee, then my thigh, and I felt light caresses on my exposed skin in a circling motion.

Damn, he's good at this.

I let loose too and leaned a bit into him, part of my back hitting his chest while my hands traveled to his neck and necklace. "What is this supposed to mean?" I asked pointing to the 'Y' letter charm on the small chain hanging around his neck — faking that I know nothing about him —, but I wasn't shy to touch his whole neck first. "It's for my name." He responded and his palm caught mine, moving away from my leg and he intertwined our fingers. "Your name?" I asked back and a smile was growing in the corner of my mouth. "What's your name..?" I asked, slowly breaking into a mischievous grin. "You should tell me your name first. I'm here almost every single night and this is the first time I've seen you. You're the first woman over twenty to sit on my lap like this and touch me, talk to me. So you tell me first." He spoke softly, sweetly even, but there was a strict, demanding undertone to his sentence as well. And his words didn't fail to tickle the shell of my ear and heat up my skin when his hand from my waist slid under my crop top, his palm touching my warm skin in that area. He kept his hand there, as a guard, as a comfort, his body heat colliding with mine and I was enjoying more and more being in his hold by the minute. His actions caught me off-guard again and I forgot both my mission and the question he just asked, but obviously one was a bigger problem than the other. "About that drink—" I tried changing the subject but his hand grabbing my hip suddenly cut me off. "We're having a big foam party later. Maybe I could get you a drink there, exclusively. And we could continue this... even further." Then he gave me a discreet wink, smile growing wider and he showed his white teeth while he watched my reaction, intrigued. "I would love to then!" I said enthusiastically, for a moment feeling genuinely excited, then I remembered my mission again.

Yes, right, let's do something about that freaking phone.

But before any of us could prepare for the upcoming events, suddenly someone really drunk and wasted crashed into the open booth and landed on the small glass table not far from us, almost overturning it. But as I examined the person's outfit — as much as I could see from it — I quickly realized it was my partner so I was at ease. "So sorry!" She said, but her voice came out muffled like a drunkard's. As the table moved, luckily there were no drinks on that could've spilled out but it almost hit us. Koga tried to stand up in a hurry so he can stop the table and my partner's dramatic falling, but this ended in me falling off his lap towards the armrest his phone had been placed on. I quickly snatched the thing and made it seem like I'd completely fallen off the couch while keeping the small device to myself. I opened it at the back with a quick move, removed the previous storage battery card, and placed in the new one which was connected to the federal system by a microchip, resulting in the knowledge about his location and position all the time, instead of cracking his current phone number and eavesdropping his calls. It was a few seconds really, but it was more than enough to catch our suspect off-guard, while he was loudly calling for some guards to have my partner removed. "Guards! Get her the hell out of here!" He stood tall. "I swear some people hold their liquor like a five-year-old..." He sighed in frustration.

My partner kept tottering, trying to get up from the table, and from the corner of her eye, I tried to signal that I was done. I didn't want her to get taken away by real guards so when I saw two of them coming closer I figured it was my chance once and for all, to get out of here as well. Although I kind of wanted to stay, this moment ended our night so suddenly but there was no real point, so I might as well get out in the safest, fastest way possible.

"Alright, sweetheart, you're out." I walked up to my partner, touching her shoulder and trying to make her get up to leave as the bodyguards were getting closer and closer. "I'm a pony!" She said and she jumped up as I tried to pull on her hand and I knew she was just making a fuss since at this point we completed our job. "Get her out already!" I heard Koga again from behind me and the bodyguards finally reached the three of us. "No! I've got to drive the school bus tomorrow! It's my shift!" She protested and the tall and armed men helped her to stand up while I stayed by her side as well. "Here we go..." I said casually in a light, upbeat tone to sound silly as she was being taken away and I followed them shortly.

"Hey, I didn't get your name!" Koga pulled me back by my hand for a second which I was genuinely surprised by. "I'll find you, I'll find you myself!" I spoke in a rush, loud and unclear because of the music and all I wanted to do was to get out. I ignored his stare and his hands holding down mine, I rather came off as cold and in a hurry. I even waved him off at the end as I quickly searched for the guards stepping out at the entrance, typically kicking out a club's resident to the streets. Not suspiciously, a minute after I made my escape too, and by the time I got out my partner looked like her old self, waiting for me. "Pretty nice, right?" She asked and held up one of her hands for a high-five. "Yes, I have to say that was pretty awesome." I accepted her gesture and we quickly started to walk back to her car.

This time I got to sit behind the wheel and when I comfortably started to drive at an appropriate pace I noticed something off in the rearview mirror.

"We've got company." I said in a low voice as the exact black truck started following us the second we took a turn to get away from the club. "Do you want me to take the wheel?" My partner asked, but she got her gun ready at the same time. "I've got this, I'll lose them." I replied confidently and took a speedy, sharp left turn right after.

Looks like our night isn't ending immediately.

...Some real action is happening at last.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: I just rewatched The Heat with Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy and I came up with this idea because this scene in the movie is gold! (P.S. I don't own any of the original scenes, dialogues, or characters, I was just inspired by the film!)

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

[stardustandash]

Falling Like a Memory - Jedi Survivor

Summary: “This was not his first time in an escape pod after the Purge, nor would it be the last, unless he was either very lucky or extremely unlucky. But this was the first time since then he’d been in one that was so similar.” A little scene expansion for the escape pod sequence after completing the Lucrehulk.

Word Count: 1792

Tags: PTSD, angst, Cal being unaware of his own mental state

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Escape pods. It just had to be escape pods. While Bode was right, it was the fastest way out of the Lucrehulk, it didn’t make it any easier. Cal’s hands deftly inputted the launch sequence. It was something he’d gone over in his head again and again after the Purge when his hands were too small and shaky to get the input right. Never again would he slip up launching an escape pod in a life or death situation. However, he did not think getting off the Lucrehulk after knowing Dagan wasn’t sitting around on it any more was a life-or-death situation. It seemed more of a confident, if not victorious, then alive and not in imminent danger kind of thing.

They could climb back down. It’s not like they hadn’t cleared out most of the Bedlam Raiders on the way up and set up convenient shortcuts through the ship. Or Bode could jetpack them down. Maybe Cal could hold onto Zee, and Bode could hold onto him, and let the jetpack resist gravity just enough to bring them down without breaking any bones or servos.

Yet he was reluctant to voice those thoughts. There was something about Bode that made Cal want to prove himself. Maybe it was that he was so much more capable, so much more at ease with his place and role in the galaxy as both a father and a mercenary. Not for the first time Cal thought that Bode would have made an excellent Jedi. It would be embarrassing to admit to someone like that he didn’t want to get into an escape pod because the thought of it made him want to throw up with nerves.

At least they would take different pods, even if all three of them, four counting BD-1, would have comfortably fit into one. The doors to the pods opened with a quiet hiss and Cal turned to Bode with what he hoped was a confident grin. Zee gave him one of her awkward, jerky waves behind Bode’s back before confidently strutting in her slow way into the escape pod.

“See you at the outpost,” said Bode as he followed Zee.

“Yup,” said Cal, still staring at the entrance to his own. “I’m coming.”

He forced himself to take one step, and then another. This was not his first time in an escape pod after the Purge, nor would it be the last, unless he was either very lucky or extremely unlucky. But this was the first time since then he’d been in one that was so similar. The Lucrehulk’s pods were nearly the exact same as the ones equipped on the Venators, probably much to the luck and wit of some rich arms dealer. The familiarity sent shivers down his spine, but it would look odd to Bode if he backed out of the launch now.

Hesitantly, Cal buckled himself into one of the jump seats and took a deep breath. This was worse than launching himself into the ocean on Nur to get the holocron back. The Mantis’ escape pods were narrow and tight and different enough that Cal could keep his mind where it was supposed to be. Punching the launch button on this escape pod felt like he was being shot straight into an echo. The escape pod rattled around him. Gravity settled in his stomach with a weightless swoop and with it Cal fell into the memory he’d been trying so hard to push away.

He was thirteen again, crying on the floor of the pod as it hurtled towards the cloud covered surface of Bracca. In his grip Master Tapal’s body was cooling, his empty, half-lidded eyes still staring up at the ceiling of the pod. What could Cal do but scream. His confusion, rage, and grief clawed its way out of his chest through his throat, tearing at his vocal cords and bouncing off the metal walls. He curled into himself, bracing for the impact he knew was coming. The pod lurched, bouncing against the wet ground before sliding to a halt with a bang and a jerk. For several moments Cal sat curled in his seat. He could smell the rain, the underlying copper tang of rusting metal that permeated Bracca and everything unfortunate enough to be on it. Cal didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew what he would see. The same image that haunted his nightmares on sleepless nights; Master Tapal’s disappointed expression frozen in death, the blaster holes in his chest still smoking lightly. No, Cal would rather stay in the ignorant darkness forever than see that again.

BD-1 beeped a question. But BD-1 wasn’t on Bracca. Cal blinked open his eyes to the dim light of the swamp filtering through the muck and grime covering the viewport. At the same time he took a deep breath, feeling the cool air scrape down the rawness in his throat. He was strapped into the jump seat, not on the floor, but he was still curled around himself as much as he could be while strapped in.

He was very glad that he hadn’t ridden in the same pod as Bode and Zee. As he came back to himself Cal felt a surge of shame well up inside his chest. It had been ten years. He’d grown up, become a knight, faced down the dark terror of the Empire and lived. And yet he couldn’t handle a simple, in-atmo ride in an escape pod.

There was a little tap on his knee, and Cal lowered his arms to look into BD’s photoreceptors. How a little droid could convey so much concern without a face was astounding, but BD had always been the most expressive droid he’d ever met. As soon as there was enough room for him BD hopped up onto his lap and nudged his boxy head against his chest. Cal reached out with a shaky hand and gently patted him, careful of his antennae.

“I’m okay, buddy,” said Cal quietly, his voice rough from screaming.

BD-1 called bantha shit with a low trill. Still he snuggled against Cal until he shooed him off to undo the seat’s restraints. When Cal got to his feet, he was unsteady in a way that had nothing to do with the escape pod shifting in the thick swampy muck. By his ankles BD beeped worriedly before using the recently vacated seat as a springboard up to Cal’s shoulders. The familiar weight was comfortable, grounding. It was as if BD was providing a counterbalance to the odd, off-kilter feeling that had settled in his limbs, as if Cal’s brain and body had become two separate entities.

Cal made his way out of the pod and out into the bog. Somehow, he had ended up right back where he started. The little island in the pool of muck. At least the pod hadn’t landed right in the middle of the swamp and been swallowed before he could get out of it. Instead it rested just a few feet from the shoreline. He was about to get dirty, but at least he wouldn’t have to comm Greez to try and airlift him out with the Mantis. He hoped that Bode and Zee had landed somewhere safe, hopefully outside of the reach of the bog or any of Koboh’s more ravenous inhabitants.

The climb up from the edge of the bog to the small hut that rested safely above the muddy waterline was not long, or particularly hard, yet Cal was both covered in mud and exhausted as he pulled himself over the dark rock. He struggled to get his feet under himself, feeling BD hop around his back to try and help him balance.

“Thanks BD,” said Cal once he finally got his bearings.

There was a concerned trill in his ear.

“Just a little tired from that last fight. It’s been a while since I was really fighting for my life against another Force user.”

Five years, to be exact. The same day as his last trip in an escape pod. Cal shuddered at the memory, but kept moving. It didn’t take all that long to reach the little hut, and when he peered inside Zygg and her new friend Wini were still there. The two of them were standing rather close together and through the Force Cal could feel the rather warm emotions from the two of them. Embarrassment almost had him turning on his heel and marching back out, but Zygg spotted him over Wini’s shoulder and gave him a wave.

“You’re back,” said Zygg.

“Yeah,” said Cal.

Behind Zygg, Wini had a slightly put-out look on her face, but she recovered remarkably quickly and followed her over to Cal.

“Did you manage to find Zee?” asked Zygg.

“We did. Bode’s taking her back to the outpost.”

Zygg smiled. “That’s good to hear.”

Her smile slowly faded as she took in Cal’s appearance. Her eyebrows drew close together in concern, but it was Wini who spoke up.

“You look terrible, and the state of your clothes… Well, you will be heading back to the Outpost to freshen up?”

Cal blinked at her, somewhat taken aback.

“Yeah, uh, eventually?” said Cal.

He would eventually go back and meet up with Bode at Rambler’s Reach. Maybe jump in the river first to get the worst of the gunk off himself.

Wini shook her head. “Are all men in the outer rim like this?”

Zygg shook her head at Wini. “What I think she’s trying to say is that whatever you did to get Zee back, it looks like it hit you like a gorocco. Want a ride back? I got a speeder that’ll keep us out of the bog and get back to town in no time.”

Cal looked down at his battle-and-bog-stained clothes and felt the exhaustion that had buried itself in his bones settling in like a weight. BD shifted on his shoulders and beeped into his ear to say that it was a good offer.

“Yeah, a ride might be nice.”

“No worries, I’ll have you back to the outpost in no time.”

“It’s true. I saw her driving here, and I have never seen a pilot so daring.”

BD-1 trilled excitement at the thought, and Cal felt like he should probably be worried. Yet as he stood in the little hut with Zygg and Wini he could feel the shakiness start to fade, replaced instead by exhaustion and an odd sort of emptiness. Maybe he was hungry. Greez could help him out with that. With that thought in mind he followed Zygg and Wini out of the hut to a battered old speeder and they set off back to Rambler’s Reach.

[kovacs-of-courage]

Odd Company

There will be a day, that despite all of Legend’s groveling and pseudo frustration, in which he’ll come to terms with the odd quirks, and frankly bizarre habits of brothers.

Today was not that day.

They were deep within the bowels of a temple, what Legend assumed used to be a place of religious reverence. The crumbling statues, chiseled with their hands clasped together in prayer, which were placed around certain sigils of the golden goddesses gave him that guess, and the biblical-esque commandments that littered the floor. 

They’d decided to split up at the entrance, to cover more ground. The temple was built into the side of a mountain, its entrance made in the bust of a mighty warrior ages past, or maybe ages future?  Legend gave up on trying to tell what timezone they were the moment that Valor tried explaining to him the common history of his era. 

Once inside, Legend offered to handle the higher floors, which got a raised eyebrow from more than a few of his brothers. He typically liked to be in the front seat of whatever danger they might be facing, so the idea that he wanted to head topside, where there’d be less traps and less monsters, stuck out to them. Legend had his reasons, like how most of the locked doors and sealed chambers that these types of temples contained tended to be on lower levels, and the keys to access them tended to be located as far and as annoyingly away as the architects thought possible.

Before he’d gone up the stairs, Traveler volunteered to go with him, if only so he had someone to watch his back. 

Legend appreciated that.

What Legend did not appreciate, was what Traveler was doing now.

“Y’know I’ve heard people say that licking these things lets you commune with the gods, but you have to boil them first.”

Legend, arm deep in a rusty, dusted chest, froze for a moment, if to contemplate what in the golden realms was Traveler talking about. He sprung up from the chest, and turned to see Traveler holding--

Was that a frog?

A luminescent, red spotted frog was held in his friend’s hands. It glowed brighter and hotter than any lantern, Legend could feel the heat radiating off of it’s bumped, textured skin like it was coming from a campfire. He didn’t know how Traveler was holding it, visibly excited no less.

“Let’s not do that, and seco-wait, wait, who says this? Who are you talking about?” Legend asked, more confused than irritated.

Traveler made a pondering hum, thinking over his experiences. He put the frog under his armpit, much like how a student might carry their book bag, counting on both his hands.

“Well there was that old man selling potions outside North Castle, and he told me that right before Zel--Dawn had to detain him on charges of alchemy without a license. That was a shame too, because they were good potio-”. “Oh so the illegal chemist told you, and now licking random animals is fine.” Legend said, cutting him off.

“Don’t get on your high horse here, you catch bees as a hobby, beekeeper boy.” Traveler retorted. “Oh?!? And that’s weirder than the animal licking? Name one other person who says licking frogs is a thing you should do.” Legend exclaimed.

“Fine, I will! There was a pastor in Saria that had them as home medicine for common diseases, and they worked fine.” Traveler said. “So that's a weird pastor, and the illegal potion dealer- fantastic track record.” Legend said.

“So when you meet old men in caves and woods, what they say is “advice” and “tips”, but when I take advice from strangers, it’s bad?” Traveler inquired, a hand on his hip. At this point, Legend’s head was in hands, in disbelief he was having this argument. “Oh Nayr-YES, YES, because I don’t just go with every random hint I’m told! I think critically about it.”

Traveler shook his head, still holding the frog under his other arm, who was strangely content in watching them fight.

“Nope, no, nado pal. You told me that the magic powder in your pouch was from gathering mushrooms in lost woods for a witch, how is that any different from the potion seller, and the frog.” Traveler said.

“Well she didn’t get arrested for one.” Legend shot back.

“How is she going to get arrested if Ganon had driven the royal family, and the actual government, into hiding?” “That’s semantics!” Legend said, crossing his arms.

Traveler didn’t respond, as a set of stomping footfalls up the stairs at the room’s entrance grabbed their attention, they both readied their swords in an instant, preparing for whatever monster had come to check on the noise.

“What are you two TALKING ABOUT”

It wasn’t a monster, and for some reason, Legend wished it was.

Wind stood in the doorway, a scowl painted on his face. 

“We can hear you from the basement, you keep screwing up Twi and Wild’s timing on a puzzle.”

“We thought you two were in danger.”

Legend was unabashed, not turned away by Wind’s anger. He wasn’t leaving this without proving his point, so help him Din.

“Oh Traveler’s is going to be, REAL soon if he goes through with what he was doing.”

Wind whipped to face Traveler, and noticed the frog, and his expression changed to one of sudden realization.

“Oh were you going to lick that? You know you’re supposed to boil them first?” “For the LOVE O-”

[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 19: Mystery Mask Mix Up

Is it me or is the typeface for the episode card different?

Why are the subtitles not working?

When Daphne expressed interest in buying the mask that totally has nothing to do with the creepy guys earlier wanting to search for a particular mask: “Looks like Daphne wants to scare off a couple of new boyfriends 😜” You wish that were true Shaggy 😚 sorry its the Shaphne in me.

Store owner I know these goons caught you by surprise and are intimidating, but why would you say to whom you sold the mask to?

Daphne’s pink tights apparently glow in the dark.

It would appear that not only is Velma one of the strongest members of the Scooby Gang, she’s also the most physically imposing by the way everyone hides behind her. No wonder she joins Shaggy in the MultiVersus Game.

“Quick Scooby! Make like a Watchdog!” Well, he’s trying, but not everyone is afraid of a large, 120lb Great Dane.

Apparently Scooby speaks Mandarin or Cantonese,…or whatever the writers though that dialogue sounded remotely like any of the Chinese languages (I cannot speak any of the languages, but I heard “gomen” thrown in by Scooby, which sounds more like the short version of the Japanese “gomennasai”)

Scooby uses Shirt Presser. It’s super effective!

Mr. Fong, the Art Dealer, warns that as long as Daphne keeps the mask, she will be in great danger. A genuine precaution, or a warning by one of the three culprits (the supposed ghost of this mask + his two henchmen)?

Fraphne? (Daphne holding on Fred’s arm in worry; then again, both Freddy and Velma are holding her defensively, so it might just be platonic protectiveness)

Daphne too stubborn to hold onto the mask she bought rather than hand it over to the police or Mr. Fong for safekeeping (tbf it probably costed her a pretty penny.)

“I didn’t know that zombies could ride cars.”

Second time we hear an upbeat song playing for a chase scene. Also, Fred’s a reckless driver.

The girls are holding onto Shaggy for dear life during this car chase. Smart, as he’s probably powerful enough to deflect potential damage from car crashes. (Also mini Shelma since she’s the closest to him)

Mystery Van is able to smash through a hotel entrance, go through lobby, and up the stairs. I call shenanigans on both this logic and that none of the Scooby Gang will be charge for disturbing the peace. (Mini Fraphne again: she’s holding onto him for dear life while she and the rest of the gang almost fall out their seats from Fred’s crazy driving.)

Hilariously, the Zombie henchmen weren’t dumb enough to follow the Mystery Van into the hotel, so patiently waited for it to come out to resume chase.

How did you guys get on top of a building?! Freddy don’t cover your eyes with the rest of the gang YOU’RE THE ONE THAT GOT THEM INTO THIS SITUATION OWN UP TO IT!!!

Parkour: Mystery Van Style.

Oh, so driving into hotels is too extreme for Zombies, but driving onto and off of buildings isn’t?!

Mystery Van drops down and crashes through a glass ceiling without any scratches. SHENANIGANS, I tell ya!!

I forgot to mention this in the previous episode, but the Mystery Van’s interiors changes more than my mental health status on a day to day basis.

Have they not learned last episode’s lesson of locking the doors to the back of their car?? You left your dog behind again!! (See episode

Dear 70s: why are cheesy love songs the go-to-music for chase scenes????

Scooby uses bike; it was ineffective.

Because a big car slipping on a banana peel makes sense.

My sis: why does the weird cartoon logic bug you so much?? ; Me: I DON’T KNOW IT’S NEVER BUGGED ME BEFORE BUT IT DOES NOW!!!

Animation Goof: Scooby’s arm momentarily turns green as he tries to unearth Shaggy from the pile of spilled fishes from a boat Fred crashes into. (Funny Frelma moment as they exchange quips.)

Of course the Zombies immediately capture, bind, and gag Daphne and have her in their car offscreen without anyone noticing.

Secret message that can be read via reflections.

Of course the temple doors they sneak through aren’t locked.

Good news: Fred and Velma immediately find Daphne after splitting up with Shaggy and Scooby. Bad news: t’was a trap.

“What you can’t see can’t hurt ya!” *proceeds to crash as soon as he enters the mysterious room with his eyes covered.*

“I dare you to cross this line! >:D” Bad guy: *crosses line like a boss.* “D:”

Question: is it possible to ride Great Danes like horses in real life?

Shaggy and Scooby disguise themselves and speak like racist caricatures. (Did Scooby technically dress like a racist caricature of a Native American last episode?)

Sitting on a lit fuse of dynamite stops the flame but burns your seat.

Accidental rescue! The Scooby Gang’s reunited.

Pigeon Coop. Daphne has a princess moment and lovingly cuddles a pigeon/dove(?) while Velma reads a suspicious message it had tied to its leg.

First time we hear that Shaggy has a model train set, and Fred wants to use it for a trap. Break your own toys, Freddy!

“I sure hope this crazy contraption works.” “Sure it will!” Me: *checks the score between Fred’s successful vs unsuccessful traps* 😬

Poor Scooby isn’t able to finish setting up his part of the traps in time, so winds up caught in it along with the criminals.

Useful policemen/sheriffs/detectives yet again! And yes, Mr. Fong was one of the bad guys.

Day 19 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” For being one of the most well known catchphrases of this entire franchise, it surprisingly took a while for it to actually be a thing. *sees there are only 6 episodes left this season.* 😐