#is that a weed???i'm calling the police

[alibonbonn]

gift comm for @johaerys-writes' fic, You're a Walking Disaster and Yet-

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

IS THAT A GRAIL!?

King Fisher Saga (Part 1.5) The Accidental Holder of the Grail

How did King Fisher get a hold of the Grail? Well, it's very similar to how... Meta Knight became the wieldier of Galaxia.

(Canonically) They don't find out that Fisher has the grail this way... It is far more glorious than this.

This came up on my feed, and I couldn't help but think about putting Fisher in this scenario with the Grail. Uther doesn't find out that Fisher has "the grail" until it's too late: Fisher & his kingdom disappeared from the galaxy already...

I changed up the incident of how Fisher got maimed:

During Fisher's time on the galactic council, he was assigned Falspar as his bodyguard... Falspar, still young and naive... constantly questioned the king and his actions. Making these business deals, being merciless when someone could pay the deadline, allowing goods to be smuggled, & hoarding away goods... (Falspar was unaware that the GSA & higher-ups of the council endorsed this.)

This led to Fisher justifying to Falspar his actions, "I'm doing what's necessary," "You wouldn't understand," "You know nothing of the world or me..." to "You don't know how hard I worked to get here" Fisher knew all too well that his power lay within his planet's wealth & reputation...

Plus, he just really wanted to fit in, what's wrong with that...

Besides, there's been an increase in monster threats to the kingdom as of late... he's been having to order and hire more protection. (Well, no matter, that's just war, right? But it has been getting more expensive... gotta keep giving the people what they want.)

Despite all this, however, he never requested to change knights... Fisher knew he was guilty, but he just had famed ignorance... so maybe that's why he kept Falspar... he wanted someone to call him terrible.

One day, Fisher discovered how to create "dimensional fabric..." this was a cloth used by Nightmare that allowed him to hide himself from the galaxy... And he had figured out the alchemic recipe.

(He didn't want to make any promises to the council, so just in case the experiment was a failure... he kept the project top secret. The very last ingredient for the cloth was a special ore... one that was heavily guarded by Nightmare's monsters.)

He needed Falspar and his squadron to come with him... for this little expedition... Unbeknownst to both of them... The cave that they had come to collect the ores from...was a demon hoard. And that hoard was guarding something far more valuable than ore...

In truth, Falspar had the potential to become the keeper of the grail as well, but it chose Fisher! Blessed the holy grail chose Fisher. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN & WHY!?

Hope you all stick around to find out~

[goldenlaquer]

does gintoki smoke weed

DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE CAN AFFORD IT

[reimu-enjoyer]

living in houses with people who smoke weed really make you appreciate how bad it genuinely smells. like i don't get people who say it smells nice?? is this like a corriander(cilantro) and soap thing going on or are people just gaslighting themselves.

[kaeyaphile]

marijuana >>> alcohol imho

[thatonesarcastickid]

Peter VS Super Powered Pills

Peter was most definitely not high. But he might have taken a tad but more than the recommended amount of painkillers.

Now that wasn't usually a problem, but this just happened to be the super powered painkillers Mr. Stark developed a few months back.

One or two was enough to make him pleasantly buzzed and numb but three had turned him loopy and that left Peter resorting to calling Mr. Stark as he watched his distinctly thin and bony shoulders becoming curvy in the mirror. Peter didn't even know that shoulders could be curvy.

So....he has a problem, therefore he's staring at the three dots on the screen of his phone, which was progressively getting blurry.

The phone gave two rings before Tony's voice rang out, "Stabbed, broken limbs or angry aunt?"

Peter blinked and tried to think through the fog to formulate a response," Um....neither or wait there's more than two..so uh none?"

"Eloquent, so what's the problem kid? You don't usually call me at odd hours to just hear my voice now?"

"But....I like hearing your voice Mr.Stark, you talk fast.....and it's usually funny.....I like funny...did you know Happy was cracking jokes the other day. It was so weird Mr. Stark. Heh...."

There was a long pause and Peter checked twice to see whether he hung up. He could just make out a blurry grey screen but since he could hear Tony's breaths he put the phone back to his ear.

Finally Tony replied.

"Are you high, kid?"

"What! No why would you think I'm high, Mr.Stark? I'm not high, jeez."

"Uh-huh, then why are you weirder than usual?:

"Mr. Stark ....you think I'm weird....I'm sorry. It's so hard to be normal.....I don't think I know how to.....do you.. do you think I can learn?" With Peter's voice growing decidedly sadder and quieter to almost choked up, Tony's anxiety hit the roof.

" Peter did you take something, or did someone give you something? Where are you right now?"

"Aw Mr.Stark don't worry so much. I'm fine. No one gave me anything. But there was a fire and a beam might have fallen on me and it might or might have been .....on fire. And it began hurting so bad that I may have taken likthreeofthosepillsyougaveme."

There was a pause for five seconds and in a voice Peter just knew was gonna get him grounded for most of the foreseeable future. "What did you just say?"

" I took like three pills that you gave me and now I'm all loopy and my room's changing dimensions and May's on a date so I can't call her and I can't reach the splinters in my back but I can feel them and it's so itchy- "

"Take a breath, kid. I'll be there in ten."

" But you don't have to come all the way here....maybe I can swing over."

" Whatever you do, you will not swing here when you're as high as a kite. Cool your sticky little boots."

Peter was still listening ...somewhat. But the buzz had surpassed the loopy stage and now the voice and lights were dimming and blinking there's a ringing in his ears and everything slowed down till Peter thought he just stopped breathing entirely. Because his chest was like rising and falling so slowly and god, he can't even lift his hand. Why was everything so slow?

Then there's a noise and Peter can't make out if it was real or in his head or oh no what if he wasn't real? Then he blinked and Tony was looking down at his curled form in the bathroom.

"Are you real? If you're not then that's OK too. I don't mind imaginary Tony."

"Oh yeah, why's that kid? Because he's imaginary?"

Peter giggled,"No, because I can tell you anything and it won't matter because you're a gifment of my imagination."

" You mean...figment?"

The teen frowned. "Gifment. Like ....unicorns and infitely tessellated hexagon tortillas."

"Infinitely tessellated hexagon.....tortillas?"

Peter perked up. "Yeah, Ned and I the other were having lunch the other day and then we used three pieces of bread to make a sandwich and it worked!.....that was so cool."

"Oh yeah, and then what happened?"

"That was amazing cos that totally proves that 3 fold symmetry sandwiches can make way for spherical sandwiches and tesselatted hexagon tortillas."

Tony snorted and grabbed the pill bottle,"Great. You know what everytime I think you can't get nerdier...well take another pill."

"WHAT ? But the whole problem was that I took too many...." His face scrunched up, eyes blearily trying to focus onto Tony but slipping every which way.

"Yes and the next time you do so you can be well assured that I will tell Aunt Hottie. But, taking out all these splinters are gonna be a while and clearly you're still lucid enough to talk about tesselatted tortillas and hexagon sandwiches and what not. The problem was that you're unaccompanied not that you took so many pills. Who knows what kind of shenanigans you might have been upto? The resident high superhero is me, kid. The spot's taken."

Peter's face scrunched in confusion but he obediently swallowed the pill and within a minute hid already droopy eyes closed completely.

"But you shouldn't be high Mr.Stark. Drugs are bad for you. You know that drugs can accelerate your heartbeat instantly and old people with heart conditions shouldn't do drugs."

" Thanks for that short stack. You called me old and sick when you're the one who's A- high,B-in a bathroom."

Peter decided to not respond to that by giving a half hearted eye role. Then sighing a little, he dropped into sleep and Tony quickly stopped his head from hitting the floor and laid him on his side.

The man huffed and set to work, carefully taking the splinters out and bandaging the cuts all the while with small smile on his face.

~*~

When May came back at 3 in the morning she found her kid curled up in the bed with a bright neon note stuck to his forehead.

"Is drugged, do not disturb.

Will talk about tesselatted tortillas

You have been warned.

T.S"

May simply sighed and tucked the comforter in around Peter and went to her room to change.

She's dealt with far more than high and nerdy teenagers and their sober and nerdy mentors.

What she needed to do was flop onto bed and dream about the beautiful date she had.

~*~

"Mr.Stark, what's that on the table?"

"An Infinitely tessellated hexagon tortilla. I wouldn't recommend eating it but it exists, so woo-hoo for you spider-baby."

Peter turned red. "So you were there the whole time?"

Tony laughed. "Yeah kid. Did you think the splinters crawled out on their own?"

"No, but....ugh so you heard everything too?"

"Of course. 3-D printed this baby a few hours ago. So is your earning for weirdly geometric Mexican food fulfilled?"

Peter who shed every bit of embarrassment, was staring unabashedly at it with stars in his, said nothing.

[butimmadie]

There's an option to blaze my post.

I can't tell if it's asking permission to get high, or if it's asking to be lit on fire. Either way idk if my post is ok.

[betbiem]

Queue - Apr 2021

I'M CALLING THE POLICE!

[4-siza-4]

Finally

Him

So yeah, this is Kal'gh, my god

[liminalweirdo]

for @bakingmusicals

[strozzaprete]

i don't know there must be something on my goddamn face that tells people that they can ask me for the most random favors without any concern for the fact that i have a personal life and/or i'm not a lawyer and/or that they're putting me in the middle of a situation i have nothing to do with but now i have to handle it for them

[leiswxrld]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ❥)

pairings: ellie!williams x fem!reader

sypnosis: it’s Valentine’s Day, a special day to spend with your loved ones right but what if a slasher is going around killing only once a year on this special day.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, college slasher, anal fingering (r receiving), strap usage (r receiving), top ellie and bottom reader, face riding (r receiving), reader giving ellie a lap dance, weed and drugs, praises + degradation (mama, slut, baby, whore), ellie calls her strap her dick, strawberry vape supremacy, graphic content, college au

a/n: happy valentines my lovelies, I know this is a day late but I had to touch up a few things before I could post this and I’ve also been so busy yesterday so it had to wait till I got home, not proof read so there might be a few mistakes, low-key inspired by scream.

credits: @magicalboything @cafekitsune for line dividers ❥

'Good evening folks, this is Heather Gale reporting live from channel 5 with tonight’s news, it's that time of year where couples, friends and family around the world express their love and affection towards their loved ones but one striking question has our community in constant fear and paranoia, will the valentines day killer strike again ?'

'Today marks the death of late cheerleader captain Melissa brown who was found brutally stabbed over 20 times in the chest and stomach in her college dorm room a red rose left on her chest, police say she was returning from a party when she was viciously attacked by the killer, friends and family say she was a bright student, kind friend and positive role model for those who admired her, the community are desperately fighting to get Melissas killer found and behind bars.'

'Police ask that if you have any leads or tips that could potentially catch the Valentines Killer, they urge you to either report it to the police station or to anonymously send in your information, this is Heather Gale on channel 5 and I hope you all stay safe and well this Valentines.'

- -

"Really a valentines party" you reply in disbelief at the instagram post one of the boys from the football team had posted, you couldn't believe they were throwing a party when you were all advised not to throw any especially when the valentines killer could strike again.

"Yeah sick right I was thinking of going" your friend amarie says, scrolling onto the post and liking the picture. you throw her a dirty look, "amarie you know the college advised us not to attend any parties especially after what happened to heather she was killed straight after the party we went to last year" it felt so surreal when you found out she had been stabbed to death just after returning from the college party you attended that year, you remember being in your room when it came up on the news that starville's captain cheerleader was found dead.

"cmon y/n don't be such a whore, we'll all be together and we live in the same dorm room besides I'm pretty sure the killer only kills cheerleaders" she replies and you roll your eyes, "it's not just cheerleaders amarie it's anyone who goes to this fucking college, we're all at risk and were at a higher risk if we attend that stupid party"

amarie turns off her phone paying all her attention towards you, "think about it when was the last time you actually went to a party and got laid no offence but bitch I feel depressed just looking at you"

you cross your arms, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"it means I feel like I'm living with a christian.. your sex life is drier than a fucking desert" she remarks and you scoff, really.

"difference christians wait till marriage... reminder I have already lost my virginity" you remind her, the last time you really had sex was with a boy you hooked u with a few weeks back but you really didn't get the time to find someone and the only thing keeping you satisfied was your vibrator which was in dire need of some batteries.

"more of a reason for you to come to this party and get laid come on think about it, so many of the girls in our dorm are going we can't miss out on this opportunity besides I hear charlies going to be there" she replies, smiling to herself. Charlie was the star quarterback on the football team and one of the many boys she was frequently hooking up when she got the chance too.

"and that has something to do with me how" you reply and she shrugs her shoulders, "it means that there might be a chance you might meet someone you actually like" she replies, you ponder for a second..it could be a chance to finally hook up with someone.

"fine but I’m only going because I’m getting sick of using my vibrator plus there will be free drinks" you finally decide and she throws you a hella side eye, "girl tmi…” she says and you laugh, “now I need to go freshen up" she says, doing a little victory dance while looking at herself through her phone camera.

it was a good thing that the boys house was a 15 minute drive from your college building which meant you only spent around 5 dollars each for an Uber to get there. the house was the hotspot for most of the college parties that were thrown, a big estate with a pool and 3 floors meaning you could fit over a hundred people inside, "this thong is digging into my ass it feels like I've got carpet burn" amarie says, picking at the bright pink thong underneath her pink skirt.

You both choose to go all out, you in a red boob top and black skirt whilst amarie was wearing a pink corset top with a pink skirt. "I told you to choose the black one at the shop" you remark and she smacks her lips, "it wasn't going to match the cute pink corset top and skirt I've got so I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up" she replies, applying a thin layer of lip gloss on.

You both walk into the house, people stood near the entrance either drinking or getting smoking. you could see the inside of the house bathed in colourful lights, music blaring out into the cold midnight air.

Your strawberry flavoured vape clutched in your right hand as the stress began to creep in, your couldn't imagine that the valentine's killer could possibly strike again this year but the idea of it scared you shitless. You bring the vape to your lips inhaling the vapour as you taste the strawberry fumes enter your lungs, "I didn't expect for the party to be this fucking packed" you admit as amarie nods her head, "yeah seems like the whole campus" she pauses, "and a few other people from nearby attended"

you make it inside, pushing past your way through the sea of people making your way towards the kitchen, "You guys actually made it" Stacy another one of your friends says, going to hug you, "I mean I was expecting amarie but y/n that's a first" you give her a face that screams 'girl really' and she laughs, "no hard feelings babe but I never see your ass outside of your room except if you have class"

"none taken" you reply, manoeuvring around her so you could pour yourself a drink. you decide to do a classic vodka cranberry, basic but could easily get you drunk. "y/n pour some vodka in my cup" amarie says, holding the red solo cup towards you. you grab the bottle, pouring it until it hit the middle line, "girl quit playing pour me some more"

"You want to drink straight vodka"

"I'm trying to get shitfaced not drunk" she replies as if she was pointing out the obvious, you pour some more until it was nearly full. You down the vodka cranberry, putting down the bottle of vodka as you make your way onto the dance floor. the music blared through the speakers as you and your friends danced in the living room, grinding against amarie as she used her free hand to smack your ass.

You felt the unwanted and lustful eyes from every boy in room, ignoring them as you continued to grind against her taking a swig of your drink. Your eyes wandered for a second until they landed on a girl just poarched up against the banister of the stairs, talking to boy you recognised to be Charlie.

You'd fancied girls in the past but never took it further than just straight crushing but she was different, you don't think you'd ever seen her before on campus otherwise you wouldn't forget such a beautiful face. The mysterious brunette was dressed in a white wife beater, blue baggy jeans with a pair of retro red jordan's, the girl takes her eyes off of Charlie to look at you for a second, licking her lips before looking you up and down, not missing the long stare on your half exposed ass.

She had a blunt in her hand, taking a few drags from it before taking her attention off of you. You stop grinding and turn around to face amarie who's looking at your confused, "bitch why did you stop"

"who's that girl over there" you say discreetly pointing in direction of the staircase, "what girl" she replies, squinting her eyes to get a better look.

"that one with the tattoos going all up her arms" she looks once again before grinning, "ohhh that girl"

"that's ellie I only know her cause she normally sells weed to Charlie when we’re together I forgot how fucking fine she was" she adds taking a swig of her vodka, "shit I need another drink I'll be back"

amarie makes her way to the kitchen leaving you with a few of your other friends who were busy dancing on each other, thinking about it now you needed another drink.

You noticed that Ellie had moved to the couch some girl chatting her up as she seemed to not be listening, blunt in hand. she notices you right away, eyes lowered a fraction and manspreading with one leg propped up on the couch. a surge of confidence ran through you as you decide to go sit yourself next to her, she licks her lips turning to face you.

"why'd you stop dancing" she starts, offering the blunt to you as you happily accept it. you laugh, "what did you like my dancing" you reply, taking a drag before handing it back to her.

"I mean I liked what I was seeing" she admits boldly, making you shuffle nervously under her intimidating gaze, "if you'd like I could give you a lap dance" you offer and she raises a brow.

"you want to give someone you just met a lap dance huh" yes and no but this was the alcohol talking.

"yeah if you want I know a few things" you state and she thinks about it for a sec before standing up, "ok follow me doll" you blush at the nickname, taking ellies hand as she leads you upstairs, you look at amarie who's still in the kitchen pressed against the counter as she made out with Charlie, her hands wrapped around his neck as his were around her waist, typical amarie.

you passed so many people, a group of people doing drugs on the floor and the others doing dares on eachother on the other side of the room. her grip on your hand tightened, trying to avoid stepping on the people sat on the stairs to prevent yourself falling. there were many occupied rooms passing through all of them till you found a vacant one, ellie allowing you to go in first closing the door behind you.

the rooms quite big, a double bed with a lamp on each side with little side tables and a vanity behind you with picture frames on top, "you nervous" she asks almost taunting, sitting on the edge of the bed. the new found confidence from earlier was replaced with anxiety as it began to seep in, you've only jokingly given your friend a lap dance but that was only because you were dared to do it but that was out of the question now since you were sobering up and doing it for real.

"yeah" you admit and she chuckles, "don't worry I won't judge beside who's going to complain when they've got a pretty girl grinding on their lap" she grins and you roll your eyes with a smile as you remove your shoes.

the tension in the room was thick, Ellie's hands pressed against the sheets, the overbearing loud music coming from downstairs giving you a headache and the sounds of moans emitting from the other side of the walls, "remember no touching me this is just a dance" you emphasise, going to straddle her lap.

"I got you" she says, keeping her hands to her sides. you start by whining your hips against her lap, hands slowly brushing over her thighs feeling her tense up beneath you. you twisted around, moving to rhythm of the music each movement against her lap making you feel the unsuspected bulge tucked underneath her jeans.

she knows you felt it, fighting the urge to just scrap the lap dance and touch you, the friction against her strap rubbing up against her aching clit, pussy wet just watching you. she instinctively swallowed as your grinding increased, practically fucking her with clothes on, your red laced panties soaked in your own arousal, biting back the urge to moan.

Ellie mumbles in cohesively, her voice low and hoarse as you lift up off of her, seductively moving your hips towards the floor whilst your skirt rode up your ass, exposing the red lace that sat perfectly around your waist. you turn back around, the dim light in the room showing Ellie's eyes that had now darken in colour, her fists locked up tight that they turned red.

You kiss your way up her clothed body, seating yourself back onto her lap as you continued till you reached her neck, leaving love bites all over until you reached her cherry red lips, hovering over them before teasingly backing away, "I know you feel it.... pull it out" her voice low, looking up at you.

"feel what" you innocently tease, gasping when she grips onto your hips, "h-hey I said no touching"

"don't act smart with me...pull.it.out" she tells you and you give her a hesitant look, "what you never seen a dick before"

"no dumbass I have but I've just never done it with a girl" you shamefully admit and she just laughs, "I guess I'll be your first" her hands wrap around your back so that your laying on top of her and gently wraps her hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

her lips were addicting, not like the many boys you've hooked up with who just kissed for the sake of it but she took her time with you, it's almost like having sex but with her mouth allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth as you moan, your hand going under her top rubbing up and down her stomach.

she pulls away, helping you remove her belt, quickly pulling her jeans down showing the very prominent bulge through her black calvin klein boxers "before you sit on it, I want you to fuck my face with your pussy" your face heats up at her words, embarrassment flooding through your body leaving your clit throbbing.

"you want me sit on your face" you ask almost astonished, "yes is that a problem?" she questions, "well no-

"then sit this pussy on my fucking face" she interrupts and you quickly follow, removing your black skirt and red lace before throwing them into a random corner of the room. you slowly, hover your cunt over her face scared that you might accidentally suffocate her.

she slaps your ass, "lower yourself down more" she growls, gripping your legs and pulling you onto her mouth. you slowly rock your hips against her mouth, ellie pressing her tongue against your clit, flicking her tongue up and down your vulva making your legs tremble, a whimper leaving your glossed lips.

Ellie’s sucking and biting, her nails digging into the fat of your thighs, your juices mixing in with her saliva that dripped down her chin. Your legs shake and ellie gets more faster, your head fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving, you felt like screaming covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans.

You never imagined you'd be getting head by girl at a college party whilst there were hundreds of people downstairs, the thought of it made you even wetter and you were fucking thankful you decided to come.

you finally come with a silent scream, gripping onto the headboard as she continued to go down on you until she was done, adding onto the best fucking head that you had gotten in ages. she taps your thigh, allowing you to raise up off of her face, your face heating up at ellie's wet face.

"you taste so good mama" she says, licking her lips and sitting up on the bed. she cracks her neck, giving you a kiss allowing you to taste yourself. "but I'm not done with you" she says, slapping your inner thigh.

"I want you to get on your knees and suck this dick baby" she moves her self to the edge of the bed, giving you room to get on your knees. you follow, getting in between her legs, she opens your mouth with her fingers and slips them inside until they were coated in your saliva before using them as lubricant to stroke herself, tapping the tip against your wet lips.

"say ahh..." you slightly open your mouth allowing her to slip her dick into your mouth, it's been a while since you've last given head, slowly bobbing your head up and down her length, she's just watching you using her fingers to tilt your head up so that you could make eye contact with her, her hands grip onto the back of your messy hair, helping you to go down on her faster your eyes filling up with tears, trying to open up your throat more so that you wouldn't gag.

"fuck..." she whispers, fumbling with something on the bed before pulling out her phone. your pace doesn't falter, watching as she presses the record button, the flash brightening up the dim room. you moan, trying so hard not to choke as you sloppily bob your head up and down faster, eye contact not ceasing.

you felt ashamed yet turned on at the same time at being recorded, ellie stroking your hair back to prevent it from falling into your face. your surprised you had been going on for this long, feeling the evident tiredness in your jaw, drool seeping from your mouth and lubricating her dick. she stops you, slowly pushing you off her, allowing you to catch your breath.

"I love watching you suck my dick baby but I wanna see how well you can take it" she admits, camera still recording. "get on all fours mama" she says standing up as you get up from your knees. she waits for you to get on all fours, arching your back as she climbs onto the bed behind you phone in hand, positioning herself.

she spreads your ass, spitting onto your gaping hole allowing it to drip down over as she uses her thumb to rub it in before prodding her tip against your glistening cunt, slowing pushing herself into you. you gasp, your mouth widening into an 'o', the feeling of her dick stretching you out, but before she could even move there's a sudden knock on the door.

"Room is occupied" Ellie yells, awaiting for the person behind the door to move along but the person on the other side doesn't go, knocking once again, "I said the room is occupied asshole go and fuck some place else" the person on the other side get's the message, walking away from the door.

"some fucking people" ellie whispers to you which makes you giggle. she starts to rock her hips into you, putting the palm of her hand against your back helping you to fuck back onto her. she fucked into you so lovingly but so fucking rough, hitting your g-spot that had you gasping and cursing, biting on your lip and your hand going to grip onto the sheets, "shit"

Ellie doesn't stop recording, one hand gripping onto your hips whilst thrusting into you, cursing at the way your ass moved against her hips. you turn around to look at her, her hair falling into her face as ellie looked back at you. she looked so fucking sexy in just her wife beater, showcasing all the different tattoos she had to offer... you don't think you've ever been this fucking whipped for someone with the way she had you acting.

"you should see how fucking perfect you look on camera...should turn your slutty ass into a fucking pornstar shit" you moan in response to her words, fucking yourself back onto her. your pants get louder, the squelching noises from your gushing cunt getting louder every time ellie pulled back, she slaps your ass watching how it jiggled under the camera light. "fuck.....elsss"

your cheeks were flushed and your forehead was lined with sweat, feeling ellie get deeper every time she pulled you back onto her, receiving cute and desperate moans from your lips as your tits bounce with every rough drag of her hips.

You practically trying to pull away, begging ellie to let you come as she pounded you into the bed, her thumb pressing against your labia, rubbing against it.

You gasp again, feeling her finger slowly slip into your exposed hole the uncomfortable feeling making you clench around her fingers, she curls her fingers almost doing a ‘come here’ motion, whispering for you to relax so that it wouldn’t feel as painful, she gradually builds her speed making you feel lightheaded, this new fucking feeling making you dizzy.

"so fucking tight" she fists her fingers into you, the rings around your walls clenching around her skinny fingers whilst pounding into you as your eyes rolled shut.

You start to spasm around her strap before you know it your creaming around her dick, your climax riding out as she continued to milk you, her pace never faltering, “f-fuck stop els it’s too much”

“be a good little whore and cum for me again” that alone sends you over the edge and your cumming again, not believing you could even come more than twice as she lazily gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out her dick coated in your sweet juices, leaving you sprawled out on the bed, allowing you to catch your breath.

you could hear your heart beating out of your ears, laying there slumped on the bed before ellie stopped the recording. you remain motionless, trying to catch your breath as ellie helped you up from the bed. You both messily get dressed in silence, your back turned as you applied your strawberry lipgloss that had smeared off before a notification on ellie's phone catches her attention, "I-uh gotta go- something I've got to take care off, I guess I’ll see you around y/n" she says, quickly buckling up her belt and stepping into her shoes.

she gives you one last kiss on the lips, savouring the sweet taste from your scented lipgloss before disappearing into the hallway. you look for the red lace underwear that you had thrown into the corner of the room earlier but it was nowhere to be found, you curse yourself deciding to wrap a jumper you found in the closet around your waist to prevent flashing anyone, before swiftly leaving the room.

you make your way downstairs, people screaming and left in a state of disarray , how did you not hear this before……did you miss something ?

a frantic amarie rushes to you, "where were you we were looking for you" she yells, bringing you into a death-crushing hug leaving you confused. "I-i was in the bathroom why what happened" you inquire, pulling away.

"the killer striked again, charlies dead"

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Is it bad that I've had to be an asshole so many times in my life that I can tell the difference between "angry because people are yelling" and "angry because they know you're right" based on body language alone?

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 11/10/23

prompt: different first meeting

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Eddie's well acquainted with Hawkins Police Station at this point in his... entrepreneurial career. He probably couldn't count the amount of times he's been here on two hands, let alone one. Whether it's for being spotted with weed, or suspicious parents reporting his van for being parked in middle class areas of Hawkins, or just his slightly reckless driving style, he's been here a lot.

Nothing ever happens beyond a proverbial slap on his wrist. He thinks Chief Hopper's either got a secret soft spot for him, or he just pities him because he's poor. Whichever way, it works out for Eddie.

Which brings him to now. He's sitting at one of the benches by the secretary's desk, head tilted back to lean against the wall while Callahan does paperwork about Eddie's latest infraction, watching the clock on the wall opposite him as it ticks on. He wonders why the secretary is even still here.

It's pushing midnight at this point; he's been sat there for about twenty minutes now, and just wants to get home. But he has to wait for Callahan to call Wayne to pick him up, because he wasn't in his van when he got reported this time- he was just the unlucky last person to leave a party that some middle aged woman called the cops on. Whatever.

He's very bored, is the point.

Or at least he is until the Station's door swings open to reveal a very dishevelled looking Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Eddie's about to scoff and say something antagonising to the prior King of Hawkins High, someone he has heard a lot about, but has never gotten to officially meet. His fall from grace had been quick, and he doesn't talk to his old cronies anymore, but Eddie still holds a grudge. Never trust a jock.

But then he notices Steve's current state.

His curiosity is piqued by the pyjama pants paired with a hastily thrown on leather jacket, and the bedhead, and the puffiness around Steve's eyes. Very interesting. He'll stay quiet for now.

"Hey, Flo." Steve greets as he walks up to her desk, sniffing harshly afterward and bringing one hand up to hastily wipe at his eyes as he talks to the woman.

"Hey, kid. You looking for Hop?" Flo asks him, and Eddie's eyebrows raise at the obvious familiarity in the way she talks to Steve. Even more interesting.

"Yeah. He, uh, he in?" Steve shuffles uncomfortably as he asks that, and brings his hand down slowly to fit back into his jacket pocket. Eddie notes that it's shaking. (And if his eyesight were better, he would see the angry red crescent shapes on Steve's palms from his nails.)

"He's in his office right now. I'll go get him. Take a seat, okay?"

And with that, Flo gets up and disappears toward Hopper's office. Eddie watches Steve's shoulders raise as he takes in an aborted deep breath, head tilted back to look at the ceiling, and then as the shoulders sink again with a loud, shaky exhale. Steve seems to shake his head as he tries to take another deep breath, and fails again.

"Harrington, you good?" He asks, unable to take just watching him barely hold off a breakdown anymore.

Unfortunately, him speaking absolutely spooks Steve, who whips around to look at Eddie with wide eyes, and, oh. His eyes are bloodshot, and there are obvious tear stains on his face. Steve's cheeks flush when he registers who's sat there.

"Oh. Uh, hey, Munson." Steve greets, voice just as shaky as those attempted deep breaths have been, "I'm- yeah. Yeah I'm good."

Eddie snorts at the lie, and then pats the seat next to him.

"Dude, I just watched you shake in place for a solid twenty seconds. You are not good."

Steve manages a tiny smile at that, but it quickly wobbles as fresh tears seem to well in his eyes, and he looks at the ground. Oops. Eddie did not mean to cause that response, he swears!

"Hah, yeah, okay." Steve's voice breaks as he speaks, and he clears his throat awkwardly, his neck going a little flushed in embarrassment, "I'm just- I'm gonna-"

Steve never finishes his sentence, just vaguely gestures toward the direction of Hopper's office, and walks away.

And Eddie's left wondering what the hell is wrong with the fallen king, and why the hell he's seeking out Hopper for comfort instead of his own god damn parents?

part 2

[inkdrinkerworld]

spitfire!reader with dealer!remus and they’re at a party and remus is in the middle of ya know doing his thing and he hears reader threatening to kick somebody’s ass and he’s like alright okay and either hits the guy for her or just picks her up and is like alright time to leave

omg dealer!remus is the perfect au of remus for spitfire!reader!!! cw: mention of a pervert and unwanted advances

remus and you are at a party which isn't unusual. remus is doing his business and you're with the girls in the living room.

remus can see you from where he is, which is necessary if your party reputation is anything to go by.

he takes his eyes off of you for twenty seconds, twenty short seconds to get more weed from his bag and then he hears your voice and knows he has twenty seconds to reach you before things escalate.

"who the fuck do you think you are? you don't just spill your drink on a girl and then try to feel her up you fucking pervert!" remus hauls you over his shoulder before you can throw the punch you wanted to.

sirius is there too, pushing the guy's chest with a stern, "let's take a walk, mate."

"remus, put me down," you say sternly and he shakes his head.

"no, you're still wired. we're going home," he pats your bum as he takes your jacket and walks to his car.

"remus, he's a pervert! spilt his drink all over mary and then tried feeling her up." remus sets you on your feet and crowds your space as he presses you against the door of his car.

"yeah and as nasty as he is rocky, you can't start the fight," you frown, ready to rebut remus when mary comes outside with a smile on her face and a dry shirt on.

"sirius said to tell you that the boy's got a bloody nose and a broken finger." she goes back inside when you nod.

"see? don't need you fighting them okay?" you nod while rolling your eyes making remus chuckle. "i'm serious baby."

"you play nasty remus, you know what it does to me when you call me baby," you pout and let remus kiss your jaw.

"you love it." he decides, holding your chin as he kisses you. remus feels you melt against him and the car and smiles into the kiss. glad he doesn't have to try to talk the police out of arresting you tonight.