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#Red Mouse Redemption AU
its-that-kattt · 3 months
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Thanks for the ask @thecastilloking !!
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s-4pphics · 1 month
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click!: in frame. 3 (e.w.)
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SYNOPSIS: you crave redemption more than love. [idk au]
WORD COUNT: 17.2k
WARNINGS: professionalphotographer!ellie, strugglingartist!oc who’s black, FLUFF????, angst, mentions of deceased family members, weed, sexual tension, SMUT AGELESS BLOGS/MDNI, they fuck a lot, fingering, pussy eating/face sitting, tribbing YAAY, slut shaming but consensual, fucking on camera, dirty talk mmm, STRAP SUCKING!!! SUCK MORE STRAPS!!, squirting, i think that’s it but i don’t remember tbh
A/N: omg finally….. heyyy idk when i’ll return to this fic tbh …. 😞😞 but i love them so much and i always will. fav couple imo… HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LONG WAIT BYEEEEE LOL
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Ellie’s trying her hardest not to panic. 
Her car is quiet, not a sound coming from either of you, ears comforted by the whistling winds and rustling trees… And Pickle’s quiet coos. She sits in your lap as your thumb caresses her head; Ellie’s can see how she looks up at you, eyes full of love. She's never going to stop reminding you of how much your kitty missed your presence.
Her mind races with unanswered questions, one of the main being why you haven’t said anything to her since the two of you left her father’s home. She yearns to hear your voice. 
She yearns for you… but you’re not yourself, at least from what she can remember. She can’t shake the curiosity that’s been pestering her since you’ve reconnected; What the hell happened to you while you were apart? The energy you brought to your formerly shared home was irreplaceable: your midnight rambles, your nerve-wracked pacing, your cheery laughter… Your laugh. She misses it terribly. It’s not the same. Nothing about you is. 
Ellie’s itching to ask, but her father’s statement blares red like a sonic in her mind. 
Did she tell you she’s in therapy?
You want to talk… You suggested it! Ellie’s tummy twists in anxious knots, hands tightly gripping the leather of the steering wheel. 
… What the hell happened to you? 
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“We… we can sit anywhere.” Ellie whispers to you. 
She stands next to you by the front door while Pickle wanders around with her toy mouse between her teeth. You nod in acknowledgment but your gaze stays forward. Ellie peers downward when she hears subtle brushing of skin, catching glimpses of your thumbnail digging into your index finger. She grabs your hand to get you to stop. “Sit with me?” She asks gently, and you allow her to pull you towards the black cushions. You finally sit and she follows, keeping some space between you. Every bit of her attention is on you; She hopes it isn’t suffocating. 
“Your…” 
Ellie follows your gaze at your croak, inspecting the framed photo of young her and her parents at her high school graduation sitting proudly on the bookshelf. Your pupils are overcast in sorrow, and Ellie’s heart jerks painfully. 
“Your dad’s really nice.” You whisper. 
Ellie wasn’t expecting that, but she nods, “He… he really likes you. I know he was a little… standoffish, but he likes y—“
Her words are cut when two large tears dribble down your face like rain on glass. She scoots closer, brows furrowed in concern, one hand intertwining with yours while the other cups your wet cheek. “Talk to me, babe. What… what’s going on?” Ellie pushes as softly as she can. She doesn’t know how to help if you don’t say anything. 
“… Is it me? D-Did I do something?” She asks with a heavy heart, and you instantly shake your head. Your free hand comes up to land on top of hers, warmth radiating off your fingertips. 
“Y… Your dad’s r-really nice.” You exhale before releasing a choked sob. Ellie’s up in an instant, squatting in front of you as she tries to get you to calm down, telling you to breathe, to count, but you don’t. Ellie catches your weight as you fall against her, arms wrapping around you as she whispers comforts in your ears, blinking away her own tears. You’re holding her like she’s slipping from your fingers, each guttural sob synched with the squeezes on her shoulder. 
“Shhh, s’okay… S’gonna be okay.” 
Her whispers aren’t only for you. They’re for her, too. 
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“Ellie…” 
“Yeah, babe?” Ellie’s lips brush against your forehead, and you sniffle. 
“… Ever been to therapy?” 
“Um… no?” She ponders with a huff at the ceiling, “I thought about it, but…” 
“It’s really hard,” Ellie’s heartbeat sounds like the beating rain outside, flowing into your ears like water on rocks, “Never do it. This shit sucks,” You snicker wetly. 
“… Noted,” She laughs softly and plants a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes shut when she whispers, “Wanna talk about it?” 
You nod into her neck as she rubs your back, “I just… I dunno where to start…” Your mind races, brain filled to capacity with every mistake you’ve made in the past year. 
“Just… say how you’ve been feeling,” She suggests. Her heartbeat seems louder… or is that yours? Your tears fall from your cheek and into her shirt. 
“I just… really miss my mom.” You say shakily. Ellie sighs from above and holds you tighter. 
“Me, too… it hits me out of nowhere sometimes,” She mutters, “We weren’t even… close like that, but it hurts…” 
“What happened?” 
“She died.” She says plainly. 
You snort, “N — not that! I mean why weren’t you guys close?” Ellie mumbles oh, fuck, sorry between hearty laughs and you smile. 
“I dunno… like, whenever I think back on good times, my dad’s always there. I never…” She pauses and your head rises to look at her face. She’s deep in thought, and you patiently wait for her to resurface. You brush the flyaways back from her face. 
“She just… wasn’t there…” She mumbles, “And when she was, we fought. All the time…” 
There’s so much more that she wants to say — you can see it in her eyes, how the trees in them brush with memory — but she chooses not to elaborate. She nervously fiddles with the charm of the necklace around your throat.
“My dad was like that.” You whisper back. 
“What happened?” 
You grin, “He died.” Ellie’s brows droop in confusion. 
“… I’m sorry?… ” 
“Don’t be. He ruined my life… Your dad’s really nice, by the way.” 
A small smile stretches across her face, “So I’ve been told.” Her fingers travel over your face, over your nose, “Wanna talk about him?” 
“… I think I should…” 
“Up to you,” She whispers and your chest nearly bursts, “I’m listening—“
Meow!
Ellie cranes her neck to look up at Pickle sitting on the arm of the couch, right above her head. “Sorry… we’re listening.” You giggle and pat Pick-Pick’s head before laying your head onto Ellie’s shoulder. Words escape before you can stop them. 
“I hit rock bottom when he died.” You breath wobbles, “Like, I thought I was there already when I dropped out but—“
“You dropped out?” 
Oh… You never told her. Fuck. You’re pitiful, “… Yeah…” 
“Why?” She asks, concerned. You cringe in embarrassment. 
“Just… I was sad. I couldn’t focus on anything. My grades were fucked, regardless, so.” You can practically hear the whirs in Ellie’s brain turning with a billion questions. You answer the most recurring. 
“No, it wasn’t because you moved out.” 
“… I’m sor—“
You sit up, “Don’t you dare. Stop.” 
The sadness in her eyes is evident, but she quiets. And then stands and bolts to her room like a fucking track star. 
“E — what the fuck! Ellie!”
You rush after her but she’s miles ahead, already chest to chest with you in her bedroom entryway…
Or chest to folder. 
No fucking way. 
“I — I owe you this.”
“Ellie—“
“Please.” She whispers, “I want you to see it.” 
After all this time. Her fucking portfolio. 
“It’s the most… important thing to me. I want you to see.” 
Her hand is gentle when it closes around yours and guides you to the couch. She simply sets the leather binder on your lap and kisses your cheek. 
“Consider it my therapy… or whatever.” She huffs. 
You laugh wetly. Why the fuck are you crying? 
Listening to her explain her passions to you was… an enlightening roller-coaster. She’s captured imagery that reflects her emotions in the most subtle, but brilliant of ways; there’s joy, there’s anger, there’s sadness, there’s loss. You two were a wailing mess when she dedicated an entire section honoring her mother. Her father. They have the most beautiful relationship. 
Romance was last. And it’s filled with you in red, right in front of that makeshift backdrop from your old apartment. You’re never gonna stop crying. 
There was a time where you couldn’t look at yourself no matter what you did, completely shrouded in self-hatred and neglect, but seeing these photos of you from another perspective, from Ellie’s perspective… 
You’re a wreck, but she holds you. Tells her how pretty you are. How happy she is to have you back. 
Your sobs are eventually tamed by her rubs on your back, the kisses on your forehead. She hasn’t said it, and neither have you, but you feel it. That electrifying pull that takes over whenever you are separated from each other. 
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You wake up with a dead arm on Ellie’s couch… with Ellie’s arms around you. Your heart’s rhetorical legs are kicking its feet in the air with sparkles in its eyes. You attempt to adjust your position to alleviate the static in your hand, but Ellie’s arms squeeze around you with a grumbled whine. You hold back a snicker. 
“Ellie.” You whisper. “C’mon, babe, my arm’s asleep.” 
Another irritated whine. You laugh quietly and push your hips back to put some space between you. A bolt of electricity flies down your spine when a cold, stern hand latches onto your hip. 
“You know better. Stop.” 
Your brow arches curiously, “Whatchu gon’ do, Ms. Bott —“ You gasp, “Ellie, holy shit, are you a bottom?” 
“… We’re talking about this now?” She croaks, sleep cracking in her throat. 
“I’m curious! You’re great at it so I had to ask.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?” 
You scoff, “Um, it’s a compliment. You take it like a G. Say thank you.” You push back again for emphasis. Another threatening squeeze on your hip. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth to hide a smile. She's so cute.
“I said stop. And I’m not a bottom.” 
“Okay, lemme paint the picture. Fuckin’ milf from the club asks you to slide some silicone in her ass for shits and gigs. You doin’ it or nah,” You snark and push back harder on her, “You squirted in my mouth six tim—“
A thundering smack rings through Ellie’s silent living room as pain ripples through your asscheek. “I’m not a bottom.” She says in your ear and you attempt to hide a shudder. 
“Light work, no reaction,” You groan and Ellie snickers, rubbing over the sizzling skin to soothe the ache. “You gotta strap?” 
“Do you ever stop talking.” She snaps in annoyance and lets you go. You take the opportunity to jump in her lap, suddenly full of energy. Her hands land on your hips to steady you. “I don’t have a fucking strap.” She mumbles, eyes full of your tits.
“I know that’s right, baby! Hashtag BringBackTribbing,” You laugh giddily. This is the most alive you’ve felt in a year, “I look good on top? Huh?” You ask, goofily squeezing your breasts over your shirt. You jiggle them for emphasis, and Ellie flushes. 
Ellie tries to hide a smile, “You’re—“
“Hot? Sexy? The best you’ve ever had?” You suggest playfully. 
“— Incredibly annoying.” 
“Annoyinglyyy sexy?” You hum, and Ellie’s eyes twinkle with adoration. You smile and grab her hands, lacing her fingers with yours. She squeezes gently before inspecting your fit. Her dad’s fit, moreso. You hope Mr. Miller doesn’t hate you for snagging his drip… again.
“Did you pack a bag?” She asks quietly. You shake your head, kissing her knuckles. She flushes. 
“We gotta get you some stuff… if you wanna stay a little longer?” 
Your jaw drops in excitement, “Are we… officially U-Haul lesbians?” 
“I didn’t say that—“
“Don’t have to,” Your voice lowers as you unravel your hands, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Wanna get me some trinkets to remember me by? Fucking…” You ponder, “Forget Me Nots or whatever?” You peck her ear, and her hands grab your ass. 
“T-That’s not what that means, you idiot.” Her back arches when your lips travel down her neck, “Are you in heat or something, what the fuck—“
“Mhm,” You grind down on her and she sighs, “been outta commission for a very… very long time.” You gasp like you’re dying, “Must… drink… life-blood—“
“Does tribbing —“ You move your hips faster, and whines escape you and Ellie, “aw, shit — fuck, cause chaffing?”
“Tryna find out?” You gasp when your clit catches on fabric. 
“Might fuckin’ be — fuck, like that —“ Ellie’s nails dig into your hips to help guide you on top of her, right where she needs you. The friction on your clit makes your thighs quiver. Ellie cranes her neck to connect your lips in a simmering kiss; your hands plant above her on the arm of the couch for leverage, pushing your hips down hard; She gets lost in it, no longer being able to keep up with your thirsty kisses as she whines for more. 
“Can’t fuckin’ — fuck — wait —“
You try to fight against her tight grip on your hips, but she’s forbidding, stern with her clutches. She pushes you up until there’s room to pull and kick her pants off, and you follow, tugging your shirt up and over your head before clumsily yanking your pants off, tossing the discarded fabric across the back of the couch. She’s upright when your lips reattach in a fiery kiss, tongues swirling messily against one another, releasing sighs into each other's mouths. 
Ellie’s hands are suddenly shy where they sit on your waist, unsure, silently pleading for guidance. You sightlessly grab her wrists and tug them up until they rest over your sports bra. She gasps in your mouth when your hands press down on top of hers so she can cup you, feeling your nipples rise underneath the fabric. You allow her hands to wander, squeezing at your chest and tweaking your nipples, body shuddering with every brush of cold fingertips against your skin. 
Heat pools in your underwear as she massages all over your skin; your chest, your thighs, the plush around your hips, anywhere she can reach, she’s on, icing your skin like snow. You’re shocked at how delicate her touch is despite the coarseness of her skin, the complete opposite of yours. You tore her apart the night prior, sunk as deeply as you could into her brain, her core, the concave of her spine; touched her from muscle memory. Almost instinctive, but she’s curious. Not controlling or domineering. She’s explorative and unfamiliarly soft, and you’re stunted, but the wettest you’ve ever been and she’s barely touched you. 
Her hands travel rise to pull your bra up, plush lips smacking against your collarbones as it's tossed to the floor. 
You’ve never not rushed to have sex; it’s always desperate and fast, but satiating for the time being. It does the job, gives you a boost of energy, gets you through the day until you’re craving it again. The dirtiness of it all… Ellie doesn’t feel like that. Dirty. 
Her hands feel like flowers against you, littering your formerly bruised skin with petals, orchids replacing the stood hairs on your neck and arms. The array of florals and green in her gaze are being passed onto you, and it’s making you lightheaded; it’s almost overwhelming. You’re torn between hiding from and searching for her. 
“Ellie…” 
She doesn’t answer, just traces your spine with her mouth on your neck. 
“E-Ellie…?” You’re unsure of what to say, but you need to know that she’s here with you. 
“Am I doing it right?” She hums against you, and your clit jumps in confirmation. She’s doing it too right and you need her closer. You nod and tug her bun out of her hair, fingers entangling with soft pili, strands softer than wool. 
“Lay down?” She’s not demanding… Your heart pulls at her tone. You pull away and keep your gaze down, at the wall, anywhere but hers until you're laying back on the couch, the cushions melding with your spine. Ellie’s mouth returns, dousing you in affections. She’s careful, each breath on your hips making you jerk. For the first time, your hands are stiff, frozen. You don’t know where to touch, so you keep them clenched by your face. 
“Good, baby?” She lures and you hum in approval. You’re not good. You’re about to start crying and your heart is fit to burst, to splatter and bleed tears all over her eggshell walls. You don’t know what to do. 
You feel wanted with every grab at your tits, how she inches your underwear down to litter kisses along the sensitive, each trail of her tongue littered with desire. Each breath you take tremors. 
I missed you so much, she keeps whispering against your skin, I missed you, baby. Couldn’t stop thinking about you when I left. You say it back, how sorrowful you were whenever she crossed your mind, how you craved her in the wee hours of the night for years, fiending to breathe her scent. Her smell is wafts of blooming roses, fresh rainfall, the sun rays peeking out from behind the clouds and dousing the streets in light. 
Your underwear is down in seconds, but she doesn’t rush; makes you wait for her touch. You beg her shamelessly, hips twitching with every peck on your thighs, leaving maroon and purple blemishes on your legs before inching up, up, up, until her breath hits your dew. Your thighs quake when she licks experimentally; one quick swipe between your folds has you gasping, nails piercing the skin of your palm. Another swift flick over your pulsing bud, and you’re whimpering, hips bucking. 
Look at me… Look at me, look at me, look at me, please… 
The desperation in her voice lifts you onto your elbows, neck arched downward until you’re met with her clammy forehead and soft eyes, patiently waiting for your instruction. You smirk down at her with a scoff.
“You’re cute,” You mumble huskily and her feet kick like a doll behind her, kissing your inner thighs. 
“Show me what to do?” she asks with doe-eyes, nibbling at the skin. 
“Gimme your hand,” she extends her arm to you and you hold her wrist, licking her middle finger like a kitten. Her thighs press together and you smile, tongue darting out to swirl around the tip before sucking it between your lips. She makes a pained noise against your flesh when you pull her digit into the plushness of your hollowed cheeks, pushing her fingers in until in cranes at the back of your wet muscle. Your throat closes when you gag and she lets up with a soft sorry. An uncontrollable giggle garbles around her finger at her dark cheeks and scared eyes. You release her with a wet pop!
“You good. Ready?” Her head bobs. 
“Hm…” You ponder, “Pussy is like… like an Xbox controller.” 
Ellie blinks. “… Okay.” 
You explain, “You really gotta feel around for the… buttons and whatever. You needa press them from the inside and… outside. At least for me… Everyone’s different—“
“I’m not fucking everyone, I’m fucking you.” She states with confidence, and wetness gushes out of you like a faucet. She eyes your cunt like a predator to a bleeding carcass, lips curling over her fangs at the flesh between your thighs. 
Your voice shakes, “J-Just sayin’… You just gotta touch me and I’ll tell you if it’s doing the job or not.” She nods and her gaze changes. It’s focused and raunchy when her thumb lands on your clit; she wastes no time, pressing deep, calculated circles over the throbbing button, drawing more wetness from between your walls. You eye her like a hawk, how she traps her lip between her teeth, how she stares at your pussy with unwavering devoutness; she replies to every last one of your moans with her own, like she can feel the pleasure she’s spoiling you with whipping deep in her tummy. 
Her caress picks up when your hips move on their own, bucking into her fingers, desperately seeking pleasure that you’ve abstained from for so long; it electrifies the pit of your gut, your jaw slackening when a curious finger inches down until it reaches your leaking entrance. 
Okay? She asks quietly, and you nod earnestly. Please, baby, please, you beseech, walls hugging around the tip of her finger. She’s slow as she stretches you, gasping at the feel of you choking her lone digit, her hips twisting down into the cushion of the couch for friction. Pride grows hot in your core whenever her thigh twitches, dragging her pussy against the couch at every ragged breath. 
You hold a hand up to show her when she asks for help, arching your finger like a hook, and she follows wordlessly. Your head drops onto the couch when she grazes past that ridge that makes you see stars. You feel her smirk on your clit before she takes it in her mouth. Your lips part over every curse squeaked at the ceiling; it’s too much too fast, it’s sensitive, you can’t breathe, but she’s taking it, hitting right where you need, pressing all your fucking… Xbox buttons—
Ellie’s fucking messy; she’s trying to replicate your efforts from last night: every spit-filled swirl of your tongue is now being thrown back onto you… in the best way. She’s a quick learner. Spit globs on your clit, mixes with the juices that build around your spasming hole while she whines like a bitch. Her mouth glistens in the darkness and your eyes cycle. 
Wanna fuck you so baaad, what the fuck, she whines to herself over your cresting moans, begging for another, begging for her to reach deeper inside you. You feel so good, you taste so good, holy fuckin’ Christ—
Every word on your clit sends vibrations up to your ribcage, right in your chest where your heart pounds for her. The couch dips with her quick movements before you feel her breath on your cheeks, smell yourself on her, fingers still nudged inside you. Your eyes flutter open and a smile stretches, “Hi.” You whisper. 
She smacks a wet kiss on your cheek, “Hi. Am I doing okay?” She twists her fingers against your nerves and you gasp, reply sharp. She hides her satisfied grin with another kiss on your cheek, and you can’t even snap how you want to. You’re desperate to tip, to reach that peak you’ve neglected for so long, begging her please, baby, make me cum, in her ear, seducing her until her fingers dig deep inside you again. 
You praise her between jumbled swears to the heavens, and she keens, whimpering into your neck when she feels how tight your walls get on her, pushing another finger past the tightness. You’re mine, It’s a promise and she groans into your neck, fucking you harder, You’re mine, you’re fuckin’ mine, m’gonnacum! Your tongue unravels like thread and you lose focus on everything except the girl on top of you; you feel the forbidden words resting on the edges of your teeth and ready to spill, the ones you swore to never speak again; but still, the unfiltered emotions rush through your blood as euphoria spills onto her hand, dripping down to the couch. 
E-El! Ffuuuck — oh, god I l — agh! 
Your orgasm splatters thick all over your inner thighs, coating her fingers in white as she works you; you feel her smiling even as your brain wracks, she likes this… Maybe she’s not a fucking bottom. Your ears ring while a speckle of drool dribbles from your chin; she licks it up before kissing you, moans trading between both your mouths, your taste coating your tongue. It’s not until her thumb traces your clit again that your legs slam shut on her. She snickers darkly into the kiss and fights against the muscles in your legs. 
I’m not fuckin’ done, gimme this pussy, she grits over your protests; tries to nudge her fingers even deeper inside you, but she’s struggling; you’re winded up so tight. How are you still cumming this fucking hard? You grab her wrist as tight as you can, and she scoffs, letting up. 
“Fine. Meanie.” One last press to your mouth and she’s up, sitting on her knees while you whither, trying to fucking recover whatever strength you preserved… None.
You muffle into the pillow, “Ellie, what the fuck—“
Your slurs are cut with concern, a gentle hand on your thigh. For the first time, she’s not freezing, “Wait, are you okay? I though—“
You send her a shaky thumbs up, “I’m good, baby, just… fuck—“
“Oh, okay…” A moment of pause, “Can we scissor now?” 
“Can I fucking breathe!”
“You can breathe after! C’mon, U-Haul lesbian!” She pats your ass excitedly. 
“After Hot Topic. I need shirts.” 
“Nuh uh,” A kiss against your knee… up to your thigh, on your waist. “Wan’nit now.” 
“Unhand me, hooligan — ow!” You squeak when teeth sink into your side. Ellie sighs in dissatisfaction, but she lets you go. 
With one last wet kiss on your cheek, of course. 
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Hot Topic has lost their entire mind. $15 for a ring set? You almost convinced Ellie to steal them but she said getting caught wasn’t worth it. 
She did buy two new Spidey-man shirts, though… For a whopping $45. Geek. Bring. Back. Stealing. 
After ranting about price spikes to the cashier, you and Ellie barely make it three skips down the strip before your eyes catch a glowing, maroon sign. You yank Ellie back before she can continue down, a villainous smirk glued to your face. 
“Oh, Ellliiieee,” you sing.
She spins, “Hm?” Your lower lips traps between your teeth, an arm holding her tight against you. She stiffens at your hushed proposal, fingers clenching around your hand. 
“You ever been to 9M Sex?” 
You hear her swallow before a shuddering exhale. 
“That’s not very subtle, is it?” She mumbles and you cackle. 
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“So… what do you think?” You say, voice laced with seduction. 
Ellie refuses to make eye contact. She’ll die and rot if she does; her corpse will be infested with grime and maggots in the next twenty-seconds. She won’t look at you… or the twenty-inch, plastic-wrapped dildo held between your legs. 
She burns where she stands; how is the carpet not sizzling into flames from beneath her? 
“… I dunno.” Ellie mutters; She does know. Knows that you’ve been testing her since you stepped foot into this demonic space. You’re a succubus with violent intentions with every grip on her waist, every whimsy confession you throw in her direction after eyeing the lecherous items on display. 
I wanna use that on you… You whisper when you pass every vibrator imaginable, You’d look so cute in this, baby… as you point at a fucking maid costume, I wish I could touch you right here… 
It’s embarrassing how badly she wants you to. It wouldn’t take much convincing to lure her behind one of these lingerie racks and pull her underwear to the side with your tongue down her throat… again, she swears it. One more salacious twinkle from those brown eyes, and she’s all yours, whenever, wherever. Anyway you want her until you’re satiated. The rush you give her is intoxicating. 
“Oh, c’mon! It’s fuckin’ funny! How the fuck would this fit in somebody!”
“I’m sure they’d make it work,” Ellie cringes at how high her voice sounds. What the fuck is she, twelve? Closeted all over again? 
You throw the… cock over your shoulder like deadweight, and Ellie blushes. She’s oddly endeared at your shamelessness; It’s very reminiscent of when you two first met… Why does that feel like a lifetime ago?
Light is beaming off you, and Ellie can’t get enough. This is the happiest she’s seen you since you’ve reconnected; you’re goofy and loud and full of color, completely unapologetic… Is it wrong to say that she’s envious? She’s never met a person so… secure. The store is nearly empty, but she can’t help but think that you’d act the exact same if it were stacked to the ceiling with people, parading around with your fluffy handcuffs and cat ears to match with a smile that glows for miles. 
Ellie would give anything to have that… The ability to dismiss conformity. Leaving her home is still a journey for her. She’s forced out of her own thoughts by your gasp, “Ellie… oh my fucking god…” 
“What’s the matter?” 
“… Turn around right now.” She follows your line of vision and nearly passes out... There’s absolutely no fucking way. An eggplant… but silicone… With an adjustable strap? No fucking subtly. Ellie can hear the rusty, unoiled, screws in your brain churning, conjuring up something absolutely disgusting… Her spine tingles. 
“Babe…” 
“Y’know we’re buyin’ that, right?” Your lips are at the shell of her ear, voice alluring. “I refuse to leave without it.” 
Ellie gawks at that phallic vegetable; Why is it so fucking big? “I’m not having that shit on my card history.” 
“C’mon, suga mama. Get us somethin’ special…” Her spine quakes at your purr, “Don’t you wanna fuck me… Ms. Bottom?” She can hear the smile, and her teeth grit so tight, bound to snap. 
Ellie whips around with a snippy voice, “I’m not a fuckin’ — “ Her eyes travel to ensure your seclusion, “I’m not a bottom. I told you that—“
Your hands cover your ears, “Blah, blah, blah! Lalalala—“
“You’re pissing me off—“
“Get that eggplant and show me how much.” You’re sinful with the low airiness of your tone. “I’ll do whatever you want.” 
“Liar.” Her entire body gusts into flames. You pout and shake your head, “I mean it! Take care of me with the best root vegetable, mama.” 
“You’re insane…” 
Your brow arches, “Maybe so. I’ll make sure to use a coupon. Ain’t nothin’ like 40% off a nut.” You waltz past her without a care in the world, throwing all your supplies on the counter like they’re groceries. Even threw the cashier the sweetest wonderful weather we’re having, ain’t it!
Ellie swiped her card with her eyes glued to the floor, shoving the receipt that read have a sex-filled day! to the bottom of the bag. 
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The air in Ellie’s home feels heavy. 
Your eyes are locked onto her. Her back is to you where she squats on the floor, refilling Pickle’s food bowl with salmon pâte while you rest on her sofa. She can feel the intensity of your gaze through her jacket; it scorches her bones and leaves cracks in the marrow wherever they travel, goosebumps rising on her skin. 
Neither of you have said much since returning home — particularly due to Ellie being intimidated by your sudden calmness. The energy you’re radiating has flipped completely, and it’s only been an hour; The second you picked up your sex shop bag from the service counter and climbed into the passenger seat, you went docile, zoned in on every movement she made with floaty pupils. She’s still shocked you didn’t start undressing in the car. 
Ellie gives Pickle one last kiss before standing, cringing at the pops from her knees. You’re sitting on the crack of the cushions with your legs crossed, hands politely folded and resting on the point of your knee. Your eyes remind her of clouds, plush and delicate. 
“What.” She rasps. You merely shake your head, “I can’t look?” You ask, eyes glossing. Hers match, crystallizing like diamonds in the dirt, “Do what you want. I’m gonna shower.” Ellie’s legs move with the pounding in her chest, halting when you say
“I’m coming with you.” 
“That’s fine,” She rushes. It’s not fine. Her body’s going to give out. It almost does when you frolic past her, the carve in your now bare back on full display, discarded Hot Topic shirt in hand when you push the bathroom door open. 
She follows like a dog. A wolf. She’s so fucking hungry. 
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Steaming water beats down on both of you like rainfall as your mouths meld together, swallowing every sigh, every desperate whimper. But still, your arms stay pinned behind your back. Ellie’s tried everything: sucked at your throat, gripped your ass in her palms, licked up your neck, but you won’t fucking touch her. She’s dripping for you, aching for your hands to caress her; she thought pressing herself tight against your body would finally get you to crack, but you’re stone. Tough as brick. Completely unreceptive. 
She knows what you’re doing… You know what you’re doing, and your attitude is driving her up a wall. Your ego’s fucking huge, that’s for sure.
All this over Ellie enjoying bottoming; She’s not a fucking bottom, she likes to bottom, to be taken care of; there’s a difference. It’s not her fault you’ve perfected your craft; Your touch is addictive; every nerve underneath her skin vibrates whenever you glance in her direction, let alone touch her. 
When your lips reconnect, it’s harsh. Ellie’s bothered to say the least, and you try not to smile. Your giddy laughter is swallowed by her when she traps you against the cold, wet wall, your back barely arching away from it before she holds you down, attacks your neck with precision. Your thighs squeeze together with each suction on your skin, hips pushing down onto the thigh that’s pressed tight between yours. 
“I fuckin’ hate you—“ She spits in your ear. Your grin is pageant-ready. 
“Doesn’t look like it, bottom—“
A heavy, veiny hand cracks on your thigh, and you squeak, “Just admit it! It’s not a bad thing—” 
“I know it’s not. I’m not that, though.” 
“Okay, baby.” 
“Shut up. Turn around.” You teasingly kiss her chin before twirling like you’re on ice, cheek smashed against the wall and ass sticking out for her, wrists bound by an invisible string at the end of your spine.  
“I got some waterproof stuff—“
Be quiet, She snarls like you did on night one, and you’re silent. Ellie sucks the skin right under your ear and your leg kicks out slightly. Her curious fingers slip between your legs and are instantly coated in silk. Your weightless head falls onto her shoulder, sighing like an angel at the gentle flicks on your clit. Yeah? She whispers when you groan her name out, chest and ears beet red. 
Yeah, baby, fuck, you treat me so good, You mumble back and she inhales deeply, walls jerking, Such a s-sweetie pie, The noise she makes in your ear is very reminiscent of a wounded animal, nasal and high. Her working wrist gets sloppy seconds after, and your jaw slacks. She’s rushing, eager for you to cum, to make her dirty all over again. 
Ellie loves how deep your voice gets when you fuck; dry and thick and melts her like butter, makes her dizzy. She would beg you to talk back if she wasn’t on this fucking power trip; she wants you to shake under her. Humble you a bit. Y-Yeah? She croaks. 
Ellie’s blanking; She’d planned to say so much when you pulled her into the muggy space by the chain around her neck, but she can’t fucking think. You smell so fucking good and your skin is soft as cotton. 
F-Fuck yes, oh f — uck —
A nasty grin grows on Ellie’s face when your legs start to wobble, hips arching off hers to get her fingers closer to your pussy. 
Uh huh, She hums, squeezing your wrist in her stagnant hand and forcing it around until it rests over your pussy, hold it open for me. Your hips buck back harsher than she anticipates; Ellie barely catches herself, forced to hold you up, trapped completely between her and the wall, fingers attacking your well-exposed clit. Her tongue swirls on your neck as you ride her hand; She wishes she could see your face properly, take in the way your lashes flutter right before your peak crashes into you, how the brown in your eyes cascade into darkness, full of lust. 
It’s her favorite part; how your moans pitch as your walls squeeze in one tight pull. They spasm in harsh twitches as your clit jounces; Ellie feasts on every single quivery alert of your orgasm, boasts in silence after each exclamation of Ellie, Ellie, oh, fuck!
She’s officially made you cum twice. Four more out of you, and you're fair game. Her stomach twists as she holds you down; You’re so loud and she loves it, that satisfied twinge in your voice at its peak. Ellie’s arm is tight around your waist; There’s so much pressure where she whisks your clit, lips closing around her two fingers. 
A tight hand closes around her wrist when you beg her to stop, Okay, babe, fuck fuuu— ah! —
But she doesn’t let up; rubs you faster, spits nastily in your ear, Say you’re sorry, she gravels onto your cheek, Make it good, too. 
Ca — El — uhhh! —
Yeah? Want some more? Tell Ellie how sorry you are. 
Fuckfuckfuck — I-I’m — Oh god, I’m sorryI’msorrybaby—
Ellie feels merciful and drops her hand, and you go lax against her. She’s forced to smash her body against yours so you don’t drop to the floor. She lets you ride out your aftershocks, the last bits of cloud nine, lips pressing into your shoulder. 
Your panting eventually slows, “Ellie…” 
“Hm.” 
“I hope you know…” you scratch, “… that I’m boutta fuck the living shit outta you.” 
She kisses your shoulder before scoffing with an arched brow. 
“Okay.”
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Ellie’s choices in room décor never fail to amaze you. She’s so endearing. 
Her adult room seems much more lived in; some clothes scattered on the floor and slung over her black love seat, laundry baskets, open drawers with neatly folded clothes… so many mirrors. There’s one by her nightstand, two small, circular ones stood on her dresser, two full-body ones by her window. You can see yourself in every direction you turn. Her walls are made with black brick and littered with green and yellow fairy lights, draped decorative leaves surrounding her Spider-Man(Toby McGuire and Miles Morales) tapestries. Multiple black, furry rugs cover the floor. And the posters… Bless her heart. You’ve never seen so many constellations and planets on one wall, let alone four. Her bed is so messy, though. Her poor stuffies are face-down. It’s a crime how fucking adorable she is; Your heart is jumping for joy. 
“You don’t make your bed?” You ask slyly. 
She pauses her towel-wrapping, “… For what.” 
“Um, for tidiness. Aesthetic, if you will.”  
She blinks at you, “That’s dumb as fuck. You’re gonna lay in it anyway. I want a kiss.” She walks towards you and steals one… and another, and another until you’re both smiling. Your arms interlace around the back of her neck. 
“Make your bed or I’m snitchin.” Your whisper is followed by a peck. 
“Snitchin’ to who?” 
“P-Papa Miller.” 
“Don’t talk about him when I’m horny.” 
She unravels your towel and lets it drop to the floor, “S… Sorry.” 
“You’re not forgiven. Lay down.” 
You sit on her bed like a cat scoping the scenery, “Or what? Gonna hit me? In my face?” You purr. 
She rests her hands on your knees, bending her spine to kiss you, “Maybe.” 
“No balls.”
She smiles and smooches your nose, “You’re right. I would never.” 
“What if I want you to.” 
She scoffs and stands upright, “I’m not… fucking hitting you—“
“What if I ask politely…” You deepen your voice mockingly, and she shudders, “Oh, Ellie Williams, my dearest flower, may you do me the honor of bruisin’ my cheek with an affectionate handprint?” 
“Dude—“
“You don’t have to… but if you wanna, I’m not opposed.” You fall back onto your arched elbows, knees pulled high in the air. Ellie’s stare is disgustingly enticing as her eyes travel from yours, all the way down to your calves, but she makes no moves. You love how patient she is. 
“Your hands are so fuckin’ nice.” 
She snorts and looks down at them, squeezing a tight fist and inspecting the blue-green veins. “They are? They don’t feel dry?” 
“I love how cracked they are. Scratch me up, papí.” 
Ellie’s nose turns up as her ears glow, feigning disgust, “Shut up.” 
You smirk and your thighs separate, inch by inch, gooey lines of slick snapping when your pussy’s on display, “Make me.” She swallows. Ellie decides her hair has dried enough, shaking the towel from her head and crawling on top of you in seconds. Her mouth mushes against yours; Her aggression is so delicate. Her lips stroke yours until they dust your cheeks, down to your temples. You eye the neon glow-in-the-dark stickers on her ceiling, “Gonna fuck me under the moon, space ranger?” She licks over your mumbles, nibbling at your lips. “M-Maybe…” 
“Havin’ second thoughts, bottom?” You poke and her jaw tenses.
“Put your fuckin’ leg up.” 
You oblige, flattening the other so she can straddle your lax thigh, “Goin’ back to our roots, I see. Traditional lesbianism.” You sigh when her dripping pussy hovers over yours. Ellie has the prettiest cunt; You’ve told her probably a thousand times, now, but fuck, it’s perfect: soft strands of hair submerged in slick, plush lips surrounding her red clit. Your pussy flutters like she’s crushing whenever Ellie finds her balance on top. She fits her shoulder in the arch of your calf, and you’re patient, dragging a light fingertip around her areola. Her tongue wets her lips before she closes the space between your pussies. The muscles in your thighs clench at your intertwined warmth. 
Ellie holds your gaze, forest shiny with arousal with a hand gripping your raised thigh. 
“Send me to the stars, space ranger.” 
She chokes a laugh before kissing your ankle, “You’re cute.” 
“No, you,” you cheese. Her smile matches yours before she experiments, finds comfortable seating on your lap before her hips grind forward, just barely. Her maneuvers are shy, a bit unsteady, but she’s entrancing; Ellie’s face is perfect… Have you ever told her how beautiful she is? 
A trembling whisper from her, Why’re you looking at me like that? shows that you haven’t, not nearly enough, at least. Astonishment settles in your vision; You’re stunned to silence by her. Breaths leave ragged through your nose, eyes trailing over every inch of her face; the curvature of her nose, every pore, every scratch and scar. She’s an image, a neglected picture that deserves all notoriety. To be hung in ancient museums; A modern Mona Lisa. 
Ellie… 
Mhm? 
I really like you… 
She’s motivated, hips pushing forward and back, pressing down, as tight as she can get the gap. H-How much? 
Too much, and it’s a fact. A terrifying one that you can’t ignore. She moans in response and holds the hand that rests on her hip as she rides you, the cup of her breasts jumping, the remainder of shower water mixing with fresh bubbles of sweat in between the valley, glistening under the last bits of sunset. Tell me, tell me, she begs and moves faster, and your heart rate skyrockets, from nerves, from… 
You're perfect, y-you’re so— Her mattress springs wheeze under the sudden pace of her thrusts. Your whimpers seem to drive her, I missed you so much. You’ll never fail to remind her; shame on you if she ever forgets. Wetness squelches between your bodies, the friction sparking the wires in your spleen, back arching with every catch of her clit on yours. 
Stay with m-me, Her voice breaks, and your hand is numb from how hard she grips it, Don’t… don’t go… I like when you’re close to me… Your eyes attempt to close, but you can’t allow it. You drink in every inch of her, and you burn warmer when she does the same, always returning to your eyes before beginning again. 
You’re gonna make me cum, She gasps brokenly, disappointed. You’re begging now, for every drop she has. You want all of it; the claws that sink into her are desperate when her head falls back, her nipples tighten, her pleasure racking off the walls. Your hips buck into hers and she squeals, tries her hardest to keep her balance, but she’s cracking. You feel her throbbing, can almost make out her heart pounding over yours; she’s warning you, she’s right there, and the incoming destruction is evident in her voice. 
Her cry is long and drawn as her clit beats, blush burning in her cheeks as she scrapes at your skin, pulls at your fingers to center as she transports to euphoria. Tears jerk in your eyes when you hear her confession, heart shattering in your chest as darkness takes over you; it’s disgraceful how you’re silent as she lays everything out for you to take. You cry in silence as she rides out everything she deserves. 
I love you… Don't leave me… I love you, baby, I-I love you… 
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Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale… 
You count how many seconds it takes for Ellie to breathe. She’s sound asleep with her back to your chest, her arms outstretched in front of her. Your arm rests over her hip as you welcome every waft of her citrus shampoo. It’s doing wonders pausing your incoming breakdown. You’re so, so sick. 
I love you… Don’t leave me… 
It replays in your mind against your will. Over and over, it bounces around your skull until your temples pound. You’re not sure what’s more nauseating: the word she used or that she meant it. You could see it in her eyes, promises of adherence, careless and unbound yearning and devotion. You’re to blame, though. You practically pulled it out of her after your own declaration; I really like you… What an idiot. 
You admire her in every possible way. Her bravery, in particular. 
You don’t deserve to be in her presence, but still, you rob her of time. She showers without you present, and you desperately wait for return so you can hold her again. She’s scared that you’ll leave her when it should be the other way around; It’s been your only fear: her realizing that she deserves everything you aren’t. Someone happy, pure-hearted, successful, just like she is. 
Whatever attracts her to you must be an unimaginable pity. How could she love someone as manipulative and slimy as you? It’s unfathomable. 
And yet, you still lay next to her, under her stars. 
You separate from her as slyly as you can to sit on the edge of her bed, palms digging into your eyes before purring erupts from behind you. You feel nuzzles against your back and you snicker; Pickle’s a vessel of comfort. She never fails to appear when you're in dire need. She’s beckoned over with soft clicks of your tongue, taking refuge on your lap and licking at your thigh. Your lips mash against her little head, peppering kiss after kiss until leaps onto the floor, exiting the room and moving down the hall. You use kit-kat as an escape even if your heart aches to be near Ellie. 
The journey to her living room is slow due to you examining the framed pictures on the wall. Some are photos of just her, while others are her and other nameless people you don’t recognize, all smiling wide. She’s being hugged and kissed on her cheek by presumed friends — maybe family — all while holding the camera in her shaky hands, thanks to the blurred image. There’s photos of her on vacation, on beaches, photos of fireworks and birthday cakes, and so many photos of her father. 
There’s so much light in this hallway, even in void night, and she’s in the center of it. You can’t stop crying. 
Your body drags to the couch to retrieve your discarded backpack, digging for your phone. You haven’t touched it since you’ve been here, and you’re shocked to see that it’s still charged. The influx of missed calls frightens you; they’re all from work. You rush to listen to your last voicemail. 
“Hey, sweetheart! It’s Professor Meyers! Professor Rosnon’s been trying to get in contact with you, so I thought I’d reach out, as well. We’ve got an amazing offer for you if you’re interested! It’s too much to describe on the phone, so I hope we can meet up in person very soon and discuss the details. Get back to me as soon as you can. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, buh-bye!” 
That was yesterday morning. Fuck your life. 
Your sketchbook stares back with impertinence as your tears dry; It’s been months and still nothing from your imagination has transferred onto paper. Why do you continue to disappoint yourself, staring at a blank page with your pen in hand? 
“H-Hey.” 
You don’t react to Ellie’s call, just continue to tap your pen on the edge of your book. You can’t stop thinking about her hands. She appears from behind the couch wrapped in her Princess Bubblegum blanket, scratching at her nose. 
“I was cold…” She mutters with a soft laugh, “How do you stay so warm?” You merely shrug, tongue tied in indestructible knots. 
“Can I sit?” Your head jerks and she’s next to you in seconds, kissing your cheek, then your shoulder.
“What’s the matter, baby?” She whispers against your skin, and you sigh. 
“Just girly things,” You chuckle darkly before bluntly asking, “Are you mad at me?” 
“No — what?” Her voice is as delicate as rose petals, “Why would I be mad?” 
“I didn’t say it back.” You say. 
“… Say what back.” 
“You told me you loved me and I didn’t say it back. I didn’t… say it. I dunno why I didn’t!” 
She stares incredulously, “It’s… That’s fine—“
Your book goes flying into the cushion before you stand, “Ellie, it’s not fuckin’ fine! None of this is fine! I don’t know if it’ll ever be fine! I’m not… I’m not fine.” You exasperate, “Am I… I can’t stop… overthinking everything! I wanna make…” You sob and pace. 
“I want you happy. You deserve… aaalll the good shit that life has to offer!” Your arms flail, “You’re so… I can’t fucking think when you look at me! All my brain cells fucking explode and I never wanna look away! I just wanna sit and stare at your fucking face all day long! Fuck working, fuck a mortgage, fuck — fuck everything! Life is fuckin’ dumb and pointless if your not in the center of it! I’m so—“ 
“I love you.” She whispers, water in her eyes. 
“I can’t… accept that—“
“Me loving you?” 
“Yes! Well… no—“
“So you want me to love you?” 
“Ellie, please, I can’t fuckin’… breathe—“
“Yes, you can. And I’m so in love with you,” She says with certainty, and somehow, your brain convinces you that it’s conniving. “I was in love when I left… and I’m still in love now. You make me so… excited about life.” She continues mutedly, “If you don’t… wanna stay, I understand. But I had to tell you anyway.” 
“I…” You wail with knuckles in your eyes, “I love you so much…” Ellie’s sighs in relief at your cry. She chuckles wetly before you feel her arms around you, “You’re such a fuckin’ lesbian, it’s actually hilarious.” 
“Fuck off!” You holler into her shoulder, “This is your fault! Why are you so perfect! Fucking… fucking bitch—“
“Say you love me again,” she pleads into your sweatshirt, and you repeat it like a prayer. I love you, I love you, I love you so much! Ellie rocks back and forth where you stand, a delicate, scratchy hand rubbing your back under the cloth. 
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You're back in Ellie’s room. Your pen is moving. On paper. 
When Ellie ushered you to bring your sketchbook to bed, you couldn’t stop laughing; continuously questioned your ability, trying to convince her how pointless that would be, but that gentle encouragement in her gaze got you here: on another blank fucking page with an exhausted pen. You hate lesbians. 
The lines on the sheet are subtle, gently grazed across white with little focus; The image isn’t super descriptive, but it’s shapely. It looks like… something; That’s all you need right now. Ellie’s watching curiously, eyes flickering between your busy hand and the slowly filling sheet. 
“Pretty.” She says. 
You snort, “It’s literally a blob.” 
“To you. Art is subjective.” Your eyes roll before they land on Pickle resting on Ellie’s throw pillow. “What, you hate it, too?” 
“Don’t do that! She loves it!” 
“Look at her eyes! Nothin’ but homophobia!” Ellie nudges your knee with hers in disapproval, and Pickle blinks. 
“Be quiet. Keep doing that.” She nods down at your paper, and you smirk. “Yeah, baby? Like when I do that?” You hold her faltering stare and scribble blindly, “It’s gettin’ you there?” 
Her cheeks grow plump and shine, almost reaching her eyes, “Stop… or no more kisses.” 
Your jaw slacks, “You wouldn’t dare!” 
“I would! C’mon, finish for me — “ Your body crashes with laughter at the innuendo, and Ellie cringes. 
“Can you focus for two seconds!” She scolds between your cackles. 
“I’m so — sorry, it’s just too good, holy fuck—“
“It wasn’t that funny.” She says blankly. 
“To you! Comedy’s subjecti—“ 
Ellie holds you down by your hips before jumping into your lap, glare sizzling past your teary eyes. 
“Oooh, la la, quite the dejavu moment.” You snicker up at her, book and pen forgotten. 
“Am I a joke to you?” 
Your brow curves scoffingly, “Might be. And what about it?” 
“I think you needa break.” 
“Word?” You toss your pen and book with the quickness, “What we doin’, space ranger?” 
“You’re not doing anything. I’m gonna ride your cock.” 
Your eyes turn to globes as she undresses herself above you, throwing her tee and maneuvering so she can kick her underwear over the bed, only clad in her fuzzy Saturn socks. 
“Where’s the bag.” 
“… O-Over there,” You point where you threw it mindlessly after your couch escapades, and Ellie’s up to retrieve it. You eye the dip of her back and gawk at her fucking ass when she bends over to rummage through the bag. “Are… are you serious right now?” 
“Yup. Take your clothes off.” She calls back plainly. 
“… Alright.” You unclothe into your boyshorts in stunned silence. Since when is she this bold? She returns with full hands: cotton candy flavored lube, a small bullet, and the longest fucking eggplant you’ve ever seen in your lifetime. She throws them onto the mattress carelessly with a shrug, “I think you need some inspo. Am I the best girlfriend?” 
Your heart jerks in your chest, veins reaching out for her “… ‘Course, baby… shit.” 
Ellie holds up the strap by the leg adjustment, “I’m sure you know how to put this on.” She throws it into your lap before popping open the baby blue lubricant. Your face burns when you swing your legs over the bed to pull the harness up your legs. You can hear her giggling as the aubergine jumps up and down above your pussy. She offers to help and you instruct her through tightening the bands until they fit snug around your hips and thighs. 
Your brain’s in overdrive; the curved girth of the silicone builds arousal in your underwear, envisioning Ellie’s plush walls stretching and pulsing around the purple length, her creamy silk building around the perimeter of the green tip at the base. Your clit leaps beneath the fabric. 
“Are you… You want some head? Like… before this?” Your fingers point at the eggplant. Ellie shakes her head with the bullet in hand. 
“Just lay down.” 
“Ellie—“
Her hands clasp your steaming cheeks, her lips brushing against yours when she murmurs, shhh… take good care of me? Your heart flutters where it sits in her hands, Don’t I always? You choke, and she hums with a smirk before her lips curl against yours. Poking fun at her for being a bottom is long gone; This is the most sure you’ve ever seen her in this setting. You’re often the hand that guides, lures her in, eases the unwanted tension and leads you both to gratification, but now she’s doing that for you; her tongue slides over your mouth one last time before balancing herself on the edge of the bed and dropping to her knees, eyes lined up with the fat tip of the toy. 
Oh … Oh. 
You’re one of the most… talented people I know. She flatters, so lustful and genuine. I know that side of you is still in there. It’s all gonna come back to you… M’ just gonna help. 
Is this your proposal of being my muse? You quirk. She shrugs, her hand closing tight around the length, Could be. Depends on how good you think I do. 
Always do so good, You acclaim, I love you… fuck—
Ellie kisses the tip before purring, I love you more… Anyone ever do this to you? 
… Is this a trick question? Uhh… Like… like, one time. Despite your doubts, you choose honesty. The memory is lackluster and quick. It was decent enough. Merely for experimenting purposes. 
The twinkles in her eyes catch flame, What’d you like about it. She asks, but it’s not a question; it’s sharp, and you almost start crying. 
I-I dunno—
Before you can lie, a glob of spit lands all over the head. The glare she sends you is both icy and hot as she massages in the wetness, gliding it all over. Your knees buckle under your weight, and she leers up at you. You like it like that? Nice’n sloppy? 
You’ve had… so much sex in your life, and never once, in the history of the universe, have you ever been this fucking wet. If you were to go on a casual midnight stroll right now, sloshy noises would echo from between your legs for miles. The glint in her eye is knowing, and spit gathers all over her tongue as it swirls around the tip. The sounds her lips make are sinister; your chest concaves in a wheeze. 
When the tip slides a hair deeper on her tongue, you choke a pained noise. She releases the tip when your body stutters again. She says nothing, simply shoves you down onto the bed by your thighs, planting herself in between them once more. There’s so much fucking spit; it slides down in droplets all over the sides of the silicone as she slobbers on the crown, preps it for when it slides down her throat. Her mussed blankets are clenched between your fingers; your breathing is ragged. 
Such a good fuckin’ girl, Your tongue swells, and Ellie keens, eyes sparkling underneath stray auburn when they flutter at your praise. Your cramped fingers brush the strands away before knotting in her hair. The bun at the back of her head slowly loosens, trapping your digits in her locks. A soft whimper leaves her when you pull. 
For some reason, your eyes travel, only for a second, but you’re met with an elongated image of Ellie’s dotted spine, the goosebumps on her skin, the way her head bobs half an inch at a time, all in her full body mirror. You choke on a whine, and the muscles in Ellie’s back twitch. 
Oh my fuckin’ god, Your fingers tighten in her tresses and she whines, the arch in her back deepening. Your walls pulsate when you catch the glistens of slick spilling from her entrance at your sounds, both holes clamping down, pleading for you. Gonna let me fuck that pretty throat? 
Her moans are sloppy and wet. Her head bows, and you know she’s taking you deeper, nails digging into your thighs. It’s a curse that you can’t feel the tightness of her sunken cheeks. She pops off you, desperation leaking from her when whines, Fuck my mouth, baby, please, lips gliding all over the underside. You move on autopilot, sliding up further onto the mattress, feet planted on the floor and hips hanging off the edge of the bed. Ellie’s nasty; practically making out with your tip while you stabilize your position. It’s fucking messy, how her saliva drips down the base until it meets the harness, small beads building on your bare thigh. 
Stick your tongue out, you order before squeezing her face in your free palm. Her pink muscle lulls until it lays on the connective skin between your thumb and index, coated in drool. It’s not enough for you, though; Saliva builds in your mouth before it shoots onto hers, and she moans when it splatters all over her tongue, speckles landing on her cheek. A heavy hand comes down to pat her cheek, and she cries a quiet I love you. You smile and it’s dark, Uh huh, love you, too. Keep it out, your thumb drags on her bottom lip until her tongue rests flat over her bottom teeth. 
The hand that twines in her hair is harsh, Hands behind your back, you say and she does without questioning. You kiss her cheek before guiding her head steady towards the tip until it sits on her tongue. Her jaw widens when your hips rise off the mattress; you hold her still an inch forward, her mouth closing around the wrist. Her noises are quiet and docile, and she swallows; You shudder when you watch her throat close before pulling out. 
Okay? Want more? 
Her eyes plead like a puppy’s, tongue cycling on the prong. Breathe through your nose, Your hand loosens a bit in her hair, Just pull off when you wanna stop, okay, baby? 
One whine of approval and you’re pushing in again; Her hips twitch in the mirror as her mouth fills and you snicker; her thighs are coated in slick, a thin line dripping onto her furry rug. That’s my girl, fuck, you’re so cute, You grit and her fingers clench. The pace of your hips kick up slightly, testing to see how much she can take. You monitor her every move: the way her eyes float empty in her skull when her cheeks expand, how her breathing quickens when your thumb caresses her scalp, how tight her throat gets when you push too deep. 
Look at how wet that pussy is, Ellie moans over your thrusts. Slobber coats her lips and chin; dribbles all the way down to her chest. Your bottom lip traps between your teeth. 
You plunge too deep apparently; she gags and pulls off and explodes into a fit of coughs, forehead falling onto your thigh as she heaves. You kiss her head and apologize frantically… 
And then, she starts giggling. 
“Fuck — Fuck, I’m sorry —“
She snorts and coughs some more, and you’re stuck. You hold both of her sizzling cheeks in your hands and kiss all over her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry —“
“You’re really hot.” Her voice is croaky and broken and more slick gushes from you. How shameful. 
“Me?! Are you fucking — are you okay?” 
“Mhm.” She hums before pecking your lips, “Fuck me now? I’m… I’m so wet,” She whispers like she told you something secretive. You can bet every minuscule dollar you own that you’re wetter, but anxiety settles in your stomach. Your girl’s asking you to fuck the daylights out of her after nearly killing her with the fucking dick-shaped vegetable on your waist, and you’re panicking. 
“Ellie, I’m scared as fuck, not even gon’ lie—“
“Nothing to be scared of. I trust you.” Another kiss before she mutters, “Take care of me?” 
“P-Promise.”
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Your mind rushes. 
The past twenty minutes have felt like a blur; you hardly recall pinning Ellie down on the mattress to keep her still while your tongue swirled inside her, how tight her walls clamped down on two fingers, how she scratched and squirted and squealed for you to fuck her. 
And now she’s beneath you, hips twirling up, desperate for friction as her nails tear at your hips, but you ignore her. You’re gawking at the lubricated strap that rests on her throbbing cunt, how the inches almost touch her belly button. You’re trapped in a daze as your hips move mindlessly, brows furrowed. 
W-What’s the matter, baby? She keens at you. 
Nothin’ You’re gruff, Thinking. 
And you are thinking… about how Ellie’s going to take this shit. The length is concerning on it’s own, but it’s so fucking wide and curves up. You recall the amount of times she’s winced when you fingered her. It should worry you; how far she’s going to stretch to take it all, how much her softness is going to resist against something so big. Your head is twisted where it wanders; conjures up disgusting visuals of her begging you to split her open, to make her take it, to give it to her as mean as you can. You can’t help it, though; She’s an angel when she cries. 
Agitation creases in her brows, “Gimme it—“
“I think it’s gonna hurt,” You slur. Her taste swirls on your tongue when you speak, and it makes you wetter. 
“I don’t care. Give it to me,” she snaps. “Want you… inside—“
Your brow flits, “Want me inside? I’ve been inside. A lot, actually.”
“Don’t fuck with me right now.” 
“Ellie, c’mon! Look at this shit! There’s no way—“ 
“I’m lying here telling you to do it! Fucking —“ She sighs in annoyance, “Let me get on top. You weren’t supposed to do shit anyway.” 
“Ellie!—“
“Stop talking and lay the fuck down!” 
You plop down onto your back with a slew of curses, and Ellie takes — snatches the reins from you; she leaps into your lap, lube in hand, scolding sizzling on her tongue. 
“I don’t wanna hear shit. Just… let me do it.” 
A cheesy smile grows, “… You’re not you when you’re horny—“
“What the fuck did I just say!” She squirts more fluorescent blue into her palm and blindly massages it into your strap. It’s horribly messy by the time she’s done, taking it in her hand and lining herself up without warning. 
“… Wha—“
Her non-lubed palm clamps on your mouth, silencing you with a hefty eye roll. Ellie arches a brow when you hold two thumbs up in silent encouragement. You love your girlfriend! 
Ellie steadies herself with a mumbled, please, God, don’t let me die, right above the tip before her hips drop not even an inch. You’re a hawk the way you eye her tiny hole expanding around the girthy crown. Her breaths are heavy and ragged, but she takes her time; hips rising when she’s taken too much, sinking when she’s comfortable, and you’re hypnotized by it all. 
Her hand drops from your mouth and plants on your chest when you’ve finally quieted — besides the mumbles of ohmyfuckinggod when her lips manage to swallow up the tip. Her bottom lip bruises from her teeth, tears welling in her eyes and her thighs twitching. She looks like she’s hurting and your heart shatters. Carnality be damned. 
“E-Ellie… baby, we don’t have to—“
You’re so… fucking big, she squirms, and you stiffen. 
Your nails latch — sink into her hips and your jaw slacks; gaping at how she struggles to take you, how she winces and gasps at the stretch until she’s halfway. You’re doing that to her, getting her nice and full; it takes all your strength to keep your hips flat on the bed despite every cell luring you to stuff her to the brim. 
… It hurt? 
I don’t — know — fuck, Ellie’s eyes flit in every direction: locks onto the ceiling, the bed frame above you, your breasts and your dick. Ah, shit — 
Good? You confirm and she hums, whimpering to herself until her ass rests on your thighs. Any traces of dark purple are no longer visible, only hints of bright green glowing from the base of the harness. 
You whistle lowly, Damn… you’re real as fuck. 
Gimme a sec, She sighs, and you raise your palms, Whenever you’re ready. 
The longer she sits, the more relaxed her face becomes; flush darkening on her cheeks and above her breasts, more slick ringing around the circumference. 
… This is very interesting, Ellie says aloud, and shocked laughter bursts through your chest. She’s fucking hilarious, actually. Scale of one to ten? Your brows give a mischievous wiggle, and she pauses, hips moving around, testing the waters. Her eyelids bat gently. 
… S-Seven ‘n a half? She moans, and you smirk, You sure? It looks like an eight to me. 
She glares playfully, Gonna have to work for that rating. 
You squint up at her before sitting upright, chest to chest, and her arms wrap around your neck for balance. I’m waitin’ on the green light, you whisper against her lips. She laughs weakly, One star rating on Yelp. Too much back talk. 
You kiss her around a smile before pecking all over her cheeks. She grabs the back of your neck to hold you still, melding her mouth on yours. You swallow her soft noises when your tongues intertwine, hands cupping her ass. Ellie’s jaw slacks when her hips raise and drop, gasping on your tongue. You lick into her mouth and hold her steady, nails deep in her soft skin when her pace quickens. 
You grin, Yeah? Better? 
Ellie nods and a hand slips between you, and you groan aloud when her fingers meet her slippery clit, the tips dripping wet in seconds as sloshing noises echo through her bedroom. Your arm wraps around her waist to yank her down, and she squeaks, back arching, chest shoving against yours. You done showin’ off? You grit against her cheek and she huffs. Ellie’s hands shove at your shoulders until you’re laying flat on the mattress, and you snicker. Her hold is strong on your chest as she bounces, her tits trembling every time she comes down. 
The way she says your name is intoxicating; so drawn out and velvety and makes your cunt tremor. Your eyes trap on how she touches herself; one hand settled on your chest while the other rubs at her clit, pulls at her nipples, makes them shine with her juices. You’re aching to touch her, but you stay put; let her have her fun.
You catch movement out the corner of your eye; Ellie’s trapped in another mirror off to the side, shrouded in pleasure: head thrown back while she cries at the ceiling, slurred flattery of how good you feel inside her igniting the flame in your core. 
Look how good you’re takin’ that shit, you groan and the muscles in her ass squeeze in the mirror; you can feel the ripples in her cunt pulling at your strap, and it nearly sends you. What you’d give to feel her flesh choking around you when she breaks, succumbs to pleasure while you explode inside her. It enrages you to no end. 
Your pupils meet at the bridge of your nose when a clammy hand inches up your chest to the column of your throat to rest. Ellie whines from above, a shaky C-Can I? You're about to make a mess all over her sheets. You hardly register the desperate bobs of your head, and her grip tightens around your neck. Pinches down on the sides, and your soul leaves your body. 
You like that? She snickers dark around a moan and fucks down harder onto your lap, You’re so fucking — holy, fuck —
Your hand clamps around her wrist and she squeezes harder; the hold is threatening, and your clit jumps. Your promises are wet and muffled; exclamations of m’yours melting on your tongue. Your girl is going to break you. 
Her efforts eventually slow, and you know she’s getting tired. You look up, right into her eyes and you nearly break. They’re pleading, imploring you to take care of me, make me cum for you; she eases into a steady grind, and the pressure from her hips add friction to your clit. You curse lowly, and she whimpers back. You’re already so close from how long you held off, but you don’t want to cum yet. She’s getting hers first. 
E-Ellie, get up—
You barely finish your command before she lifts up and off, strings of slick connecting her pussy and your dick together. Your maneuvers are quick; you’re up on your knees in seconds and grab her hips, guiding her until she’s on all fours, facing all of the mirrors at the front of her room. Your mouth waters at the sight of both holes pulsing sporadically, begging for your cock. 
Your hand deepens the arch in her spine until she’s face down on a lone pillow. Your heart swells when Ellie extends a shaky hand to you, fingers curling tight around the hand that rests on her hip. You kiss her wrist and she sighs happily. You grab your slippery dick and line it up at her entrance; her hips push back when you nudge inside, wet gasps leaving her as you split her all over again; but this time, you can see it. You’re moaning with her, a thin line of drool landing on her asscheek. 
It hurt, baby? You grunt, stupid with lust, body on fire, Huh? She can’t even talk, just shoves her face in the pillow and says your name, over and over. You push in deeper, and she groans, sobs, begs for you to fuck me, baby, fuck me fuck me fuck me, please—
That’s all it takes; your hands clutch tight on both hips to yank her back onto your cock. A shocked squeal rattles the four walls that enclose such filth when she’s finally stuffed full: she spurs on your aggression, jumbled yesyesyess hitting the pillowcase, her nails sinking into your wrist. Your strokes are deep; you watch how tight she grips your dick, plush pink milking every inch that leaves when you pull out, desperate to keep you in place, a light rim of cream building around her lips. 
You and Ellie’s teary eyes lock in the mirror on her dresser, her pink lips gaping around each crude praise she throws at you. It’s music to your ears.
You hi — hit it so good, baby! 
Just like that — oh, god, yeah! —
I love you so fuckin’ much!
Her messy hair flies in every direction, bounces with your thrusts, enticing you to grip it. Dark red wraps around your tight fist and you pull, and she goes stupid, eyes crossing in her skull and glossy drool hanging off the edge of her bottom lip.
Your yanks get her up until her sweaty back meets your chest, arch deepening when you lean into her, lips caressing her tinted ear. 
You love me, mama? 
She shudders on you, Fuck, yes — so fuckin’ much! Love this dick! 
Yeah? It’s yours?
F-Fuckin’ mine… A—All mine— 
You reach around to find her clit, and she gushes around you, Show me who it belongs to. You beg and she meets your hips, Get me fuckin’ nasty with it, cum all over your dick, baby, your words hit her like a threat, and she wails curses; sucks you all the way in when the tightness builds; you push in as deep as you can and it sends her over. Ellie’s thrashes and you're forced to hold her up, arm thrown around her chest while she grinds back onto you; you can feel how hard she’s cumming as the base jerks with her pulses, your name a constant on her tongue. You grind into her until she shakes, nails scratching at your hips to stop you. 
Ellie’s limp when you pull out, purple coated in white creaminess, and she whimpers like she’s begging you to come back home. 
Lay down, you choke. Your walls won’t stop clenching. 
She turns her head to kiss your neck before supporting her weight on her hands. 
Nuh uh, You tsk, On your back. Needa see you when I cum. You say, and she whines like a bitch, slick and cum flooding at her entrance. You help her maneuver and yank her closer until she’s staring up at you and her entrance lines up with your strap, eyes delicate and trusting and obsessed. The trees in them brush with ferocity and need for you; a tight hand squeezes her cheeks so her lips pucker, and you bend down to kiss her. It’s gross: desperate and uncoordinated tongues entangle with one another, spit spreading on the outside of each other's mouths, loud smacking noises filling your ears with lecher. It gets you hot, and you melt when Ellie’s hand blindly grabs for your dick to slide it between her sopping lips. Your body flattens on top of hers as she guides you in, her mouth opening around moans as you stretch her all over again. 
There’s still resistance; How’s she this fucking tight? 
Your hips follow her guide until you're nudged deep, barely half an inch of green exposed. Her thighs spread wider around your waist so you fit snug between, no space amidst your bodies. Your elbows rest on either side of her head, holding you up while your tongues swirl. Your knees dig into the mattress and your hips move on autopilot; your tongue dazedly licks over her lips to her jaw, bruising the skin a deep maroon. The sounds that erupt from her cunt are filthy, begging for your cum in earnest. 
Your eyes flutter open to study Ellie’s face; her body bobs when your hips meet, her eyes squeezed shut and her battered lips glistening, sinful verbiage spilling from her, completely brainless as her peak approaches. 
Your head drops into her neck and she holds you close, moaning against her throat with every deep thrust; the stimulation on your clit is nearly too much; You’re so sensitive, but you drill into her, take what’s yours. Her nails are deep in your back and it stings, wetness spilling from you from the pain. You’re hardly fucking her, just grinding your hips as you chase your release, filling her deep. 
She’s mumbling about how hard she’s going to cum. Yeah? You spit in her ear, Gonna fuckin’ cum? And she squeaks out curses in approval. Ellie’s moans pitch high before slick splatters on both your thighs, soaks through the sheets. You lift your heavy head to watch Ellie jerk and sob and confess her utter devotion to you as long as you continue to fuck her like this. You love her so fucking much; She deserves to feel this good; to wake up to pleasure and put back to bed with it.
Ellie’s orgasm breaks her; her babbles slur and crack as they hit your lips: you make me cum so good, fuck me ‘til you cum, I love you so fuckin’ much; she’s all over the place but she begs for your pleasure, begs for you to release . The pace in your thrusts rebuilds; you’re moaning in her mouth, clit throbbing in your soaked underwear. You can practically taste your release where it sits on the edge of your tongue, completely unbound when you slur promises;
Gonna give you all my fucking cum. 
You take in how far her pretty eyes roll at your confession, how cravingly she begs for you stuff her with sticky white; it makes your clit jerk, once, twice, until your walls pull in tight—
Ellie’s orgasm triggers your own; the pleasure is so intense that it’s painful and your vision whites out, all while she coats your waist in love and desire and slick. You’re both so loud and can’t keep still, sultry bodies trembling against one another. You grow lightheaded when Ellie’s hips fuck down and onto you to prolong your orgasm, voice dripping in seduction in your ear as she encourages you to fill her up, to keep her good and dirty. 
It feels like minutes pass when the pleasure finally subsides; you can’t stop shaking and there’s no strength in your limbs, resting completely weightless on top of your girlfriend. Your head rests in Ellie’s palms as she pecks all over your face, thanking you, asking if you’ve found any inspiration. 
You’ve never been so excited to draw an O face in your fucking life. You need new pens!
“… Ellie?” 
“Mhm?” She sounds just as wrecked as you feel, and a smile settles on your face. 
“D-Did I earn that eight?” 
She exhales a laugh before kissing your sweaty forehead, “And that five star Yelp review.” You wheeze out a celebratory yaaay and Ellie’s body rocks with laughter beneath you. 
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The sun is going to rise soon. Ellie’s not tired. 
She loves dawn. It’s her favorite time of day: the giant, boiling orb just barely cresting from behind mountains, birds flocking and framing the rays of light, clouds orange and pink and a misty blue. She’s taken hundreds of pictures of that gorgeous scenery alone; It’s funny how she feels like something’s missing from them now that you’re back in her life. 
She wants you in the center of every picture she takes. In all of her favorite places… In her car, in her room, in water. You’re a fucking star on camera. 
A freshly showered Ellie rests on her bed(with new sheets… her blue ones are forever ruined) as she rolls up, eyes glued to the back of your head. You’re sitting on the floor, right on her fluffy rug, the sound of pen scratching against paper surrounding you, secluded in a space of peace. Proud can’t describe what she feels. 
Ellie seals the blunt as she imagines what you’re creating. You told her she couldn’t see until it’s finished, but she’s becoming impatient. Ellie’s nosy; She thought giving you puppy-eyes would work like every other time, but you simply got up and moved somewhere private with a twinkle in your eye. 
Ellie reaches for her lighter on her nightstand and sparks, “Wanna hit?” You deny calmly, focused, entranced by your imagery, and Ellie sighs. She's happy you’re easing back into drawing, but she wants attention. She’s in love; Sue her. 
Ellie puffs in silence. The more she inhales, the fonder she grows. Why’re you so far away? She smokes half the blunt before stubbing out the end, placing it on the ashtray on her small desk. She tries to be sly and creep behind you slowly to get a peak of your creation, but the shuffling of blankets exposes her. You whip your head and shut your book with quickness, a smirk on your face. Her bottom lip traps between her face to hide a smile when you ask, 
“Can I help you?” 
She inches closer until her lips graze your ear, inhaling her cinnamon body wash on you, “Come to bed?” 
“In a minute, baby, promise.” You whisper back when she kisses underneath your earlobe. She hums in disapproval, “Now.” 
“And if I don’t?” 
Ellie says the first thing that comes to mind, doesn’t even bother to play into your frisky threat. It’s terrorized her mind for the past four years, kept her company when you were gone and she had to settle with her own hand. 
You’re a fucking star on camera. 
“… You ever made a tape?” The proposal is quiet and husky, and your eyes turn to globes, stunned and instantly filled with darkness. 
“… Are you serious?” Ellie nods, her tongue teasing the shell of your ear, lips inching down to your neck, sucking at your shoulder. 
“Oh, you’re crazy.” 
“Come to bed.” Much more stern, and you shudder, tossing your book to the side. 
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“How do cam-couples do this shit, what the fuck.” 
Ellie’s attention gets pulled from her tripod and lands on you, back arched with her iPad in both hands that extend out to the bed frame. The camera’s on you, trying to get the perfect capture of your ass, constantly adjusting your form. 
“It’s truly a skill,” Ellie mumbles back, securing her camera. She ensures that the plate won’t wobble before carrying it by the stand and placing it beside the bed. “You look excited.” 
“Excited like yaaay or excited like horny?” Your ass wiggles teasingly and Ellie snorts. 
“Both.” 
“Y’know, for someone who’s never done this, you look like a professional—“
Ellie scoffs, “I am a professional. Degree and two licenses—“
Your jaw slacks around moans and your hips thrusts back, “Fuuuck, that’s hot. Rub it in my face some more, it’s getting me so wet—“
Ellie stares blankly and you burst into cackles, dropping her device on the freshly made mattress.
“Nerdy Spider-geek wrecks school slut’s pussy non-stop orgasms—“
Ellie sits next to you, adjusting the lense, “What the fuck are you talking about.” 
You snort, “Our vid title. Or — orrr, I gotta better one! Constellation station makes astrology-loser girlfriend see the Milky Way—“
“No one’s gonna click that.” 
“I would!” The bed dips behind Ellie, and goosebumps rise on her skin when your lips connect with the muscles in her back. Graze all the way up her neck, “And you would, too. Lil’ freak.” Ellie’s core gives a tight squeeze. What a change of fucking events: used to be bullied over being the school’s freak show, and now her body’s begging her girlfriend to throw it in her face one more time. 
“I’m not posting anything.” 
You tsk, “A shame. Could’ve used that OnlyFans bag.” A dreamy sigh from you, “You know you can do whatever you want to me, right?” 
“I’ve been told.” 
“And I meant it.” You’re a fucking siren, “Your time to shine, baby. Nothing’s off limits in my book.” 
Ellie’s stern, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” 
“Whatever you like, I like. Wanna feel how wet you make me, space ranger?” 
You and Ellie are polar opposites, and somehow share the singular fucking braincell when you’re horny. You have the same effect on her. She turns her head to meet your eyes, “Can I fix the camera first?” 
A gentle peck on her cheek gets her body thrumming, “Ay, ay, captain.” And you fall back onto the mattress, rolling until you reach the other side of the bed. You’re up and running to the bathroom… with the 9M Sex bag in your hand. 
… Ellie’s never been more afraid(wet) than she is right now. 
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The set up is ready. One tripod simply wasn’t enough to capture all that you bring; Ellie found another thrown in the back of her closet and got it situated, angled and ready, at the foot of the bed where her phone and iPad lay. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous like you didn’t just beat her walls down a few hours ago. This discarded blunt isn’t helping her, either. 
Ellie’s confident that she’ll faint mid-stroke—
“Smells like pussy in here.” 
Ellie blushes and turns at your call from the bathroom entryway. She’s engulfed in flames at the sight of you. 
… You’re cute. She’ll give you that. 
She scoffs a laugh around smoke at the alien antennas in your locs, and the green alien head on the triangle of your thong. Her eyes squint as she watches you pose in the doorway, bent over, squeezing your breasts. She scales your body as you prance over until you’re standing in front of her, staring down into her eyes. 
“Whatcha think, space ranger?” You seduce, pushing your tits into her face, “Wanna teach a clueless little alien about sexual healing?” 
“You’re… insane.” 
“You love it,” … She does. Fuck, she does. You leer at her, “Is she rollin’?”
… Weed? Always.
… Camera. Camera! 
Ellie drags her free hand up the back of your thigh while sticking her blunt between her lips, blindly reaching around to the camera. Her fingers feel around until a small beep slices through the weighted silence, the red light indicating the start of a recording. 
“She is now.” Ellie takes one last rip, and it chokes her a bit, smoke wafting up to your nostrils before she stubs it out, discarding her tray and lighter to the side. The scent gets you giddy. 
You hum, and Ellie falls back at your shove, and 
she’s pounced on in no time. Your finger locks around her Spider-Man charm to pull her closer. You’re slow at first, teasing her mouth with yours before pecking, licking over her lips like a kitten while she gets handfuls of your bare ass. Boldness sparks in her chest when she thinks about the camera directly behind you; her hands move mindlessly, pulling your asscheeks apart until the string is right above your stretched asshole, your pussy lips swallowing the tiny triangle. 
You moan into her mouth when the bunched fabric rubs against your clit; the fabric is already soaked through and sticky, and the kiss breaks with Ellie’s satisfied grin. 
Adrenaline jolts through her body when her mouth trails down your jaw, a tight hand clamped around your soft cheeks to force your head wherever she needs it. She drinks up every small noise you breathe into the muggy air, mouth tickling the shell of your ear like a feather, Ride my fucking face, she whispers — demands; it sounds like she’s begging, and you gasp. 
Do it, Ellie beckons, Show out, superstar. 
Your girlfriend is so fucking sexy… But, of course, your dark thoughts win. 
“S-Should I make, like… alien noises when I bust, or somethin’? E.T, phone home type shit?”
Ellie snaps with a glare, “Don’t kill my fucking vibe.” 
“Okay, damn! My fault! Just tryna be cute for the vlog.” 
“… It’s not a fucking vlog—“
“Day in the life of annoying artistic lesbians who are also gay—“
“I'm drying up.” Ellie’s palms dig into her eyes. 
“No you’re not,” you purr before climbing up her torso. She grabs your waist before you reach her chin. 
“Turn around. Want the cam to see your face.” 
Your antennas wiggle on your head when you switch positions, “… Beep bop beepboop—“
You fall over in hysterics at Ellie’s hollered laughter. “Oh my — PFFFT —“
“STOP FUCKING LAUGHING!” You scream back at her, wiping tears from your face, “I’m tryna be cute!” You huff and swing a leg over her waist, and Ellie silences. The length of your back is on display for her; You’re cracking jokes about fucking alien sex but she’s not listening. How could she when your ass rests pert on her chest, when the sight of your dripping cunt and tight asshole is right there? Practically on her chin—
C’mere. Back up a little. She whispers, but you’re shy, only inching up her chest with sparkly eyes. Ellie rolls hers before wrapping her arms around your thighs to yank you back. She snickers and eyes the wet alien over your clit. 
Her smile drops when a sly hand slides over your ass, index finger hitching into the string of your thong to pull it to the side. A moan leaves Ellie’s mouth when your pussy clenches from above, and you snort mockingly. 
You’re easy as fuck. Such a cutie pie—
Shut the fuck up, you only laugh harder, and Ellie’s hands twitch, irritation sizzling in her fingertips. You’re so fucking annoying and she’s soaking. She’d drink you for days. 
The next moments go by in a flash; your thong is shredded by icy hands, dangling limply from your waist as excited squeals leave your mouth. Ellie’s tongue is aggressive where it swipes all over your cunt, arms synched tight around the meat of your thighs to hold you still. Your smell intoxicates her, turns her mind lucid, makes her squirm and ache. Every second that passes, her excitement to re-watch your creation grows. She wishes she could see you. 
You love cameras, attention — limelight. You deserve every inkling of praise; mutters against your cunt how good you are, how soft your pussy is, how bad she wants to make you cry. Ellie growls into you when your hips start rocking on her face, testing the waters with your hands planted on her thighs. Her arms drop flat on the mattress, allowing you full access to use her. Ellie’s tongue lays over her bottom lip, and your movements bolden. Your hips curl, slick smearing all over her mouth to the tip of her nose. 
F—Fuck, baby, oh shit— 
Ellie moans like she’s urging you to drench her entire face. Her tongue slithers inside your cunt and you choke out her name, nails sinking into her thighs. The muscle moves inside you with purpose, swirling up against your walls as they squeeze down. The cries that leave are too much for her; she swears there’s a puddle left on the blankets beneath her. 
When you gasp, fuck, baby, cumming for you, Ellie whimpers and her thighs squeeze together. Her arms pull you as close as she can get you, slurping and sucking at your clit as it pulses through your orgasm. You beg her not to stop, thighs quaking around her head. Ellie alternates from flicking your clit to sucking cum from your slit, and she envisions your gorgeous eyes rolled back beneath her eyelids. 
Wanna make me cum again, baby? Yeah? Your sonics tremble alongside Ellie’s thighs. She knows you're smiling like an angel at the lens and she sobs for more of your cum, more of your taste. Your moans pick up with the snaps of your hips once more. 
F-Fuck me with your tongue, Ellie, You plead and she listens; Your walls melt around her, softness closing in around the wet muscle. Ellie’s whole body twitches when a soft hand rests above her boxers, right on her swollen bud and rubs. She's bucking up into your palm, desperate for friction, but you don't... give it. She groans against your lips and sucks you harder, and you squeal.
It doesn't take long for you to peak again; slick glides down Ellie's chin and drowns her, coats her throat in dreamy stickiness with her nails in the fat of your ass.
She slurps and eats you up until you're running up the mattress with her name melted on your tongue.
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“How the fuck — oh my fuckin’ god, put your head down—“
Ellie snickers at you struggling to get her in the frame of the iPad camera. She comfortingly rubs over your ass, “There’s a camera right in front of you, babe—“
“Not good enough. I’m tryna watch you hit it.” 
More jerking around. More flipping of the device. More sighs of annoyance before you strike gold. 80% of Ellie’s face is in frame… alongside her pretty titties. Mission somewhat accomplished. You watch her smile through the lens before sending a thumbs up. The iPad gets adjusted before you throw her one behind your head. 
“Uhhh… So what now?” 
“What do you mean.” 
“I just… stick it in?” 
“Mhm. Touch anywhere. Fuck me however you want. Make love to me. I’ll love it. I love you.” 
Your voice turns her into the largest puddle of pink glitter. That deep, broken twinge gets her bones sizzling. “I love you more.” 
Your hips buck back on her so hard that she almost falls over, but she managed to catch what you’re throwing. Barely. Her heart’s in her throat. 
“Prove it…”
Ellie can see your smile and her teeth grit at your snicker. 
“Fucking bottom.” 
Your head gets pushed down into the sheet, and you smile, antennas standing tall. You grin so goddamn wide. Lottery. Lottery— 
Everything is silent… Minus the little alert of the started recording when Ellie whispers against the curve of your ear, 
“Don’t start that shit again. Don’t.” 
You whimper as audibly as you can with a smushed cheek. It seems to push her; she’s reaching between your legs and your clit leaps in appreciation. In infatuation. Her fingers slosh between a deep brown and pink as she messily kisses your sweaty back. 
“Behave.” Her rubs are deadly on your clit, 
“I-I know we were joking earlier—“
“What now—“
“You like being called daddy?” 
Everything stops. Your brain never fails to ruin your satisfaction. “No, what the fuck—“
“Damn… forreal?” 
“Dude—“
“Just asking! You may proceed.” 
When Ellie senses that you’ll finally shut the fuck up, she does, and you’re happy again. 
“If you call me mommy, I’ll strangle you.” Ellie slurs wetly against the end of your spine. She tsks when she catches your ass and cunt squeeze down at the threat, walls sucking hard on the finger she hadn’t registered slipped in. Fucking high-fiving each other. 
The curve in your spine deepens when a certain tip rubs up against your clit. Nestles right in between the plump of your lips. Slides back and forth slowly. 
You’re so loud already… You’re watching your own nut build right in front of your eyes; You can’t help it. In front of your sexy ass girlfriend. Mainly due to the mirroring of Ellie staring at where you two connect with such thirst. She’s ravenous for you and you fucking love her. 
“Fuck me, baby, please, please.“ 
“I like that.” She states plainly, so you get louder. 
“Please, Ellie, please? Ple—”
A recording alert and a flash appears in your lens. Ellie holds her phone up as she captures you from the back; all over your spine, your ass, your holes that desperately twitch and beg for her entry. 
“Shhh, gotchu, honey. Just playing with you.” She coos quietly. Your body wracks at her voice and she hides a smirk with teeth in her lip. “Wish you could see how much you’re leaking right now. So fucking sexy.”
No brain. Brainless. You’re brainless. Just Ellie and pleasure and happiness and love. Your blinks are lost. You may never go back to your dad’s again. 
You can’t see her guide herself in but you feel it. Feel that nudge inside and your mouth gapes. The iPad tremors with your shaky movements as she presses in. She takes her time, captures every pant and jerk of hips before she halts them with a stern hand. When she’s fully sat inside you, she locks eyes with you in the front frame. Drinks in your muted pleads of her to wreck you however she pleases. 
Ellie holds your gaze when she pulls out. She’s battling; conflicted between watching how your eyes welt and shine or memorizing the stretch of your cunt. Jade crystals flit back and forth. Anywhere they can reach. 
H-How ya doin’ back there? 
A harsh thrust from your girlfriend earns her a guttural noise from your lips before she mumbles, Think m’ good. 
You are, baby, fuck—
Praise gets her going. She stops her own recording and tosses her phone some fucking where before hands close around your hips — tightly, so tightly. Holds you steady and still before she takes. 
Ellie might not use this fucking iPad footage. The screen fucking rattles every time she hits and crests deep inside you, bruising you. All that’s caught in the frame is your lovedrunk eyes and your loud, slobbery mouth and glittery antennas bouncing on your head. Quick glimpses of Ellie’s tits jumping. 
There’s a constant change of pace and it gives you whiplash. Her fucking goes from brutal to passionate to leisure to just fucking grinding while she’s fully submerged in your wetness. She’s experimenting, as she should! You treasure every grab and scratch and tug at your skin. She’s yanking and pulling at you like a fucking rag doll and your body goes lax. 
So does your fucking tongue, apparently. 
“The fuck did you just say?” Ellie spits down at you. 
But she doesn’t stop. She fucks you faster, and you start sobbing. 
“Y-You fucking heard me. I know you wanna—“
“I’m not saying that shit.” Her hips snap with intent to punish and the device falls from your hands, face planted deep in her soft blankets and tugging at her sheets. 
“Just say it! Sayitsayit—“
Ellie groans like an animal from behind you. Grabs the back of your neck and shoves your face down into her sheets, muffling your shouts and begs to degrade the living shit outta you. Call you disgusting names that got the two of you in that complicated mess when you first met. The slapping of wet skin and your screams make her crazed and wound up so tight that she almost slips. 
Ellie’s trying to ignore the piercing, tearful pleads of callmeaslutcallmeaslutimyourwhore but she’s leaking like a fucking faucet. Knows she shouldn’t reopen that fucking Pandora’s box when you’re so vulnerable, but she’s fuckdrunk and so are you. 
“You gonna cum?” 
You nod. 
“You like when I’m mean to you?” 
You nod faster and Ellie’s tummy squeezes. She scoffs a disgusting laugh before her body melds against your back, your angled knees slipping down the mattress so she’s fully laid on you, viperid tongue right at your ear… 
It's just this once... You know she loves you... One little jumbled slur wouldn't do too much harm. You're begging her for it, aren't you?
Something in your mind breaks over the next minute and a half. The last memory you have is Ellie’s teeth nipping at your lobe before she whispered, 
I love turning you into my nasty little slut. 
And that was that. You entered another universe filled with white noise and colorful lights and Ellie and… a lotta wet. You could’ve been in the Atlantic with how drenched her mattress is right now. You owe her an apology. 
Top 2 best nuts of your life and it’s not 2. 
Your pussy’s still twitching around her even though she’s left you immobile. You hardly register her mumble against your back, 
“I didn’t get my pic.”
You make a questioned, weak noise. Your index finger twitches, so she grabs your wrist to kiss it. 
“I needa pic of your O face. I’m starting a collection. We gotta run it back again.” 
Another broken wheeze. A death sentence is what you have. What your girlfriend will give you. 
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Ellie was a virgin when you met her… but was she really? 
You have no idea what time of day it is, what day it is, or where your fucking cat has ventured off in the house, but you’re about seven —maybe eight— nuts deep, and your girlfriend is still fucking you. 
You thought she was joking when she shoved her phone in your hand and instructed you to capture the moment right before you bust all over her, but she actually meant it… What the fuck does she think you are? Smart? Not in this fucking state. How do you even work this goddamn phone again? 
C’mon, baby. I just need a good one. Give it to me ‘n I’ll stop. 
Her pleading moan is a double-ended sword. Your legs are so sore from being held in air as she plowed you, but you’re also a deranged, sex-obsessed, girlfriend-obsessed lesbo. Do you really want her to stop or has the dopamine melted all your brain cells? The amount of mid-orgasm photos you’ve taken over the past hour could’ve filled a museum, but Ellie’s always dissatisfied, saying that she can barely see your face because you kept wiggling around. What does she expect! 
She’s digging for that picture, though. Right at your cervix. 
Been such a good little slut. Taking it so good. Just do this last little thing for me. 
You’re nodding but you’re not listening. Bells and whistles ring in your ears as your filled hand shakes. The tightness in your walls steals your breath for a second. 
Tell me when you're boutta cum. 
You somehow manage to get a squeak out, barely audible, but Ellie gets the point. Her hands find refuge underneath your knees and bring them up higher while she mouths at your neck. It happens all over again; that cresting feeling right before you crash. 
I love you. Make it good. 
Ellie’s ears split at your shouts of her name, but she grins madly at the sound of frantic camera clicks coming from above her. She plants a doting kiss on your cheek. 
You hope you did. You really hope you did.
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not-wholly-unheroic · 5 months
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Me again! What's your favorite ship for Disney's Hook? I personally like Hook/Smee because old gay couple/friends to lovers. But I also want to know your fav ships
So, here’s the thing… I do understand why some people ship Hook and Smee, but to me, Mr. Smee’s relationship to Hook is more paternal. Disney Smee in particular is just like…that old man who is universally accepted by the neighborhood kids to be everyone’s adoptive grandpa. And truthfully, I feel like Smee is probably aro/ace and just…doesn’t really think much about romantic love or anything like that. Given the age difference, I headcanon that he has known Hook since the captain was a boy and was probably the only safe male role model in his life. Smee feels like he really dropped the ball by not doing more to get young James away from his abusive father when he was little and so makes up for it now by looking out for him and trying to always continue to see the little sparks of goodness in him despite everything.
As far as who I DO ship Hook with…I guess it depends on WHICH version of Disney we’re talking about, lol. Personally, I consider there to be three different “variants” of Disney Hook: (1) The OG “canon” Hook from the films, (2) Jake and the Neverland Pirates Hook AU, and (3) Pirate Fairy Cabin Boy James AU. The latter two have some fairly obvious canon or nearly canon ships which I am totally onboard for. I mean, Red Jessica has Jake-verse Hook blushing like a schoolboy and stumbling over his words and how can you NOT love them together?! They’re just SO CUTE!! Zarina and James are…more complicated, but just…I wanted them to be friends (or more) so badly throughout the whole film, even knowing how it would inevitably end. Seeing him actually fly in that film and be happy…I need more of that in my life. As for the original Disney Hook…okay, hear me out…I know this is a weird one but I was pretty young when I started shipping it and it just…stuck. I love the idea of all Disney characters just existing in one giant crossover universe like in House of Mouse (which I grew up on), so like…the villains all hang out together, right? And while Hook is my favorite male Disney villain, my favorite female villain is Cruella so…. It was kinda inevitable that I ended up shipping them. The two of them just seem like they’d suit each other… Both posh, well-dressed British villains whose nemeses are children and animals. They also often show up together along with Jafar in villain groupings. (And which my younger self decided meant there was some kind of love triangle going on that probably eventually soured the friendship.) They could be a villain power couple! Or…I could headcanon a redemption arc story for the both of them which might sound ridiculous but which 13 year-old me managed to do. So yeah… here I am 20+ years later still shipping it. 😅
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Week 4 Recs: The Rivalmance
This week's Yeehan fic recs were all about "The Rivalmance." That's enemies-to-lovers, rivals-to-lovers, competitive assholes-to-lovers. If you like Yeehan, you know the vibe! Check out the recs gathered from the Yeehan community below, organized by rating then alphabetically by title.
Teen and Up
Hana Song's Guide on How to Not be Weird by LeftHand [27,710 words] Reccer comment: "Still uses the old cowboy name but I love it all the same"
Hanzo would never believe that Hana Song could give such stellar advice or display such wisdom beyond her years. He never expected to make a home for himself among the members of Overwatch. To make peace and find hope in life once again. But he did. He also never expected to get lassoed onto a mission with the most reckless, infuriating, irritating man he'd ever meet. A man in serious need of some guidance. With Hanzo Shimada as his best bet for a clear head? Not being weird is a lot harder than it sounds.
Author's note: This work is not officially completed and has a very round-about ending. I do not plan on ever writing a true final chapter but would still consider the work worth reading. Thanks!
Mature
The 85th Annual King County Bake-Off by venvephe [WIP; 37,995 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Warning: incomplete Still a good au tho" Reccer 2 comment: "Unfinished (4/5 chaps and currently ends at a cliffhanger) but set in a fun AU that makes for charming rivals to lovers YH fic and a fun read."
It’s October first, and it’s all come down to this.
The cake is perfect. He’s been waiting for this moment all year, since the previous baking competition. This is his chance at redemption, at reclaiming the crown of the best baker in the county. It’s a title only the winner of the county fair can hold. He’s waited a year and spent hours upon hours at work. Early mornings and late nights, scrapped ideas and tons of flour and sugar went into his masterpiece. It’s all led to him to standing here, awaiting the announcement of the winners.
This year, it’s going to be Hanzo. Last year’s winner - his rival, his nemesis - is going down. Hanzo’s not going to let his mortal enemy take the crown for a third year in a row.
What kind of name is Jesse McCree, anyways?
Howlin' for you by Mifune [17,489 words] Reccer comment: "a good ff if you enjoy bounty hunter Hanzo×wanted Cassidy!"
McCree makes a stop in Dorado, Mexico, before answering the Recall and meets a mysterious man in a bar that promises to make his night a lot more interesting. or McCree wants to do the right thing, Hanzo is sarcastic and there is a lot of emotional baggage unpacked in one night.
Ricochet by robocryptid [24,016 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Cassidy doesn't want to rejoin Overwatch. Too bad Overwatch doesn't take no for an answer and sends a hot stranger to hunt him down."
Reccer 2 comment: "A fun cat-and-mouse spin on Rivalmance. It’s super engaging, the pacing is impeccable and the chemistry is off the charts. I had so much fun reading (and re-reading) this!"
Cole toppled a government or two, caused a few explosions, murdered more bad guys than he can count, and probably a few innocents too. He caused more collateral damage — ruined more lives — than he’ll ever account for, and the world didn’t change a bit. He did his time, and he’s not going back.
Too bad Overwatch doesn’t want to take no for an answer.
Explicit
Acceptable Substitute by mataglap [47,494 words] Reccer comment: "I go back and reread this so often i think I'm at least 30% of the read stats"
Hanzo has lived without certain things for so long that he has all but forgotten about them. Cassidy is a bright red exclamation mark of a reminder, and Hanzo discovers that the saying "out of sight, out of mind" unfortunately also works in reverse.
Meanwhile, Cassidy is an exceptional liar, and the most egregious of his lies are the ones he tells himself.
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by KittenzCaboodle [WIP; 34,828 words] Reccer comment: "Then I can't not push this ff enough! It's probably one of my favorites!!"
The man first in line for the Shimada throne was the last picture that Cole had been given to memorize. Hanzo Shimada. They had said it was unlikely that he would be sent, as he was too important for such menial tasks, but he was the next likely candidate according to Genji.
He gazed longingly towards the door, aching to step outside and get a fresh breath of the cool night air. As he silently grumbled about the sweat rolling down his back, the bodies grinding against each other in the club making the place hot and steamy in all the wrong ways, he saw him.
Of all the people in the world, Hanzo Shimada, the worst possible person, had just walked through the door and was putting their entire Blackwatch mission at risk.
Somehow, Cole had to distract him long enough to for Genji to get out, and he was willing to do whatever it takes, even if he was caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.
But when the Devil buys you dinner and is one of the nicest people you've ever met, then things get confusing.
Binary System by mataglap [14,150 words] Reccer comment: "it's one of my comfort series for this ship, it's really funny, both characters are really well written and very in character, and honestly i just absolutely adore everything this amazing writer make"
Hanzo is arrogant and Cassidy is stubborn, which results in the world's strangest game of chicken.
Ichigo by morrezela [27,121 words] Reccer comment: "Qualifies if you squint? YeeHan break-up and aren't very civil to each other for a while"
They break up on a Wednesday.
Nocturne by delicaterosebud [61,160 words] Reccer comment: "This is probably the most bittersweet 'enemies to lovers' I’ve ever read. Some parts of this fic made me a bit uncomfortable, but in a good way (if that makes any sense…)"
After his mentor goes missing in the forest of Aokigahara, Jesse McCree, a member of the world-renowned Overwatch hunting guild, finds himself alone in his desire to save him. Receiving little support from his teammates, who have deemed his rescue effort to be too risky, Jesse must turn to an unexpected - and rather unpleasant - companion for aid.
During their travels together, however, he and the demon named "Hanzo" grow closer, and Jesse learns that the concept of good and evil isn't quite as simple as he had presumed.
One Man's Hero by mataglap [WIP; 99,485 words] Reccer 1 comment: "I can't not rec this one for enemies to lovers!!"
Reccer 2 comment: "A superhero AU ripe with action, beautifully charged and meaningful emotional scenes, superb characterization, meticulous world-building and just stellar writing. I especially enjoyed the side characters in this!"
Hanzo Shimada is an assassin, a murderer, and decidedly not a hero, let alone a superhero — and yet.
Popcorn Redemption by wyntera [WIP; 266,692 words] Reccer comment: "A classic, unfinished but great"
They say life isn't like the movies.
Well, partner, they ain't never worked for Overwatch.
Shift, Refresh by robocryptid [3,168 words] Reccer comment: "bursting through the door with this"
There are worse ways to start the morning after than with the walk of shame. It's not at all what Hanzo planned, but it might be what he deserves.
Survival Instinct by mataglap [36,485 words] Reccer comment: "Very well written, Hanzo's characterization was on point. Also I love remorseful/guilty Cole."
Cassidy takes a new monster hunting contract. It's pretty decent as contracts go: the pay is good, the perks even better, and he's got two competent companions to fight at his side when the monsters come.
Then a third companion arrives and ruins everything.
to lie down with dogs by motorghost [65,540 words] Reccer comment: "practically bursting at the seams with tension, at times almost suffocating (I mean this in the most complimentary way possible)."
Hanzo and Cole are on a top-secret reconnaissance mission in the industrialized wasteland of post-Crisis North Dakota, hunkered down in a factory ill-fit for human occupation. Cole seems fine with the situation, but Hanzo's doubts extend far beyond their little room.
That brings Week 4 to a close! Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "Golden Oldies," or fics from 2016 and 2017!
In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 3 recs here or see the list of past and future themes here!
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artzychic27 · 2 years
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Do you have a masterlist of all your fics bc i am looking for a specific one rn
Miraculous:
Marc x Nathaniel Fluff/Parody fic
Paris Pride Fluff
To Save a Friend Angst/TW/Salt
Pure Knight/Blood Knight Salt/Fluff/Akuma!Nath
The Answer Fluff/Parody fic
Keystone Motel Fluff/Parody fic
Painbow Fluff/Romance/Akuma!Nath
Miraculous Tales of Terror Parody fic/Holiday fic
Dark Quill Salt/Bashing/Rooster!Nath/Akuma!Marc
Heart Thief TW/Abusive relationship/OC
Francoise DuPont Performs Be More Chill Parody fic/Theater fic
Francoise DuPont Performs Carrie Parody fic/Theater fic
Yandere!Nathaniel/Marc Gore/Blood/Angst/Yandere
Reverstrator Angst/Fluff/Salt/Bashing/Redemption/Akuma!Marc/Akuma!Nath
NathMarc November 2020 Fluff/Angst/Salt/More fluff/Romance
Rise of Mariquita and Shvartse Kats Kwami Swap/Ladybug!Marc/Cat!Nathaniel/Salt/Angst/Akuma!Marinette/Akuma!Adrien
Miraculous December 2020 Holiday fic/fluff
Miraculous PROM Music/Parody fic/Fluff/Angst
Clothes & Makeup Have No Gender KimxMax/Angst/Fluff/Friends to Lovers
Evillustrator Part Deux Salt/Bashing/Angst/Goat!Marc/Akuma!Nath
The Primaries Parody Fic/Musical/Movie/Angst/Salt/Bashing
SIX Lies Parody Fic/Musical/Music/Lyrics/Salt
Musical Mayhem Musicals/Angst/Comfort/Salt/Akuma!Luka
Dragon Guard Salt/Bashing/Romance/Medieval Stuff/Fluff/Akuma!Nath
Miraculous: Tales of Mariquita and Shvartse Kats Kwami Swap
Pocketer OCs/Fluff/Angst/Bullying/Akuma!Nath
Born During Pride OCs/Fluff/Pride fic
Riot and Empath Akuma!Marc/Abusive relationship/OCs/Amok
Brotherhood of Secrets Parody fic/Guys being friends/Akuma!Nino/Akuma!Kim/Akuma!Nath/Akuma!Max/Akuma!Ivan/Idenity reveal
Miraculous Salt Playlist (Plus’s some Sugar) Salt/Fluff/Music/Musicals/Angst
Envy OCs/Jealous!Nath/NathMarc Endgame/Akuma!Nath
A Werewolf With Red Fur Werewolves/Fluff/Angst
Hydra vs Evillustrator & Reverser vs a Lying Fox Akuma!Nath/Akuma!Marc/Bashing/Salt/Lila gets exposed
Akuma Class Karaoke Songfic/Musicals/Karaoke
Grimm Tales Fairytales/Akuma!Marc/Fluff/Romance/Lila gets exposed
Sorrow Akuma!Adrien/Angst/Fluff/Bashing
Knight of Devotion Akuma!Marc/Akuma!Nath/Angst/Idenity reveal
It's Our Universe, They're Just Visiting Old fics return/Alternate Universe/Fluff/Angst
Scarlet Warlock Halloween/Holiday fic/Movie references/Akuma!Nath/Horror
Hyde Halloween/Holiday fic/Akuma!Marc/Horror
NathMarc November 2021 fluff/angst/salt/romance/parodies
Evillustrator, The Romantic Akuma Lila gets exposed/romance/fluff/Akuma!Nath
Mme. Mendeleiv Class Shenanigans OCs/Chaos/Lila gets exposed/Oneshots
Plague Nurse OCs/Akuma!Marc/Hurt, Comfort/Fluff/Angst
The Artist Family Parody Fic/Fluff/Movie references/Horror Comedy
Madame Perfect Parody fic/Lila gets exposed/Fluff/Angst
HBBIC (Head Bitches & Bastard In Charge) Dalt/Bashing/HBIC/Musical references/Lila gets exposed/redemption
Love Bug OCs/Akuma!OC/Valentine’s fic/Holiday fic/Angst/Enemies to friends to lovers/romance
Calmar de L'Enfer Parody fic/Akuma!Marc/Fluff/Romance
Miraculous: Tales of Scarlet Beetle & Ikati Black Butterfly!Nath/Peacock!Marc/Ladybug!Kim/Cat!Max/Kwami swap/Angst/fluff/romance
Savage Dates Akuma!Luka/Akuma!Kagami/Mouse!Adrien/Lila gets exposed
Who Framed Marinette Dupain-Cheng (No, Not That One) Mystery/Lila gets exposed/Detective Nathaniel/Film Noir
Inferno Akuma!Nath/NathMarc/Fluff/Angst/Lila Rossi bashing
Musicals:
So, We’re Heroes? Season 1 Musicals/MLB/Crossover/Angst/Fluff/Romance
So, We’re Heroes? Season 2 Musicals/MLB/Crossover/Angst/Fluff/Romance
Slushies and Weed AU/Angst/Romane/Friends to enemies to lovers
Be More Nice AU/Opposite personalities
The Prince’s Knight Yandere/Angst/Gore
BMC Breakfast Club AU/Parody fic/Enemies to friends to lovers/angst/Trans character
Be More Chill Evan Hansen Fairytales AU/Fairytales/Crack/Parody fic
Drift Away Angst/Parody fic/Song fic
BNHA:
Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who’s the Baddest of them All? Parody fic/Angst/Romance/Fluff/Disney references
Voltron:
Because I Love You
Because I Love You- Keith’s Revenge
Coraline:
You’re Not Weird Trans character/coming out/fluff/angst/Crossiver
Wybie Is A Pansexual Older Brother Fluff/Coming out/Crossover
Milo Murphy’s Law:
Act Your Age Parody fic/romance/friends to lovers
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Hello! My name is MakiMatsurra, but you can just call me Matsurra or Lexi!
I do writing as a hobby, as well as make music playlists for many different fandoms/characters I like. I also love to cosplay and just geek out on video games! I’m also a 22-year-old college student who is a proud LGBTQ+ member! ❤️🧡💛💖💜
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REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED! ✖️
I WILL WRITE
✔One shots! 
✔ Fandom X OC
✔AU!
✔Short Series (Up to 3 Chapters, no exceptions)
✔Headcanons
I WILL NOT WRITE
✘Lemon {AKA smut} (This may change in the future {?})
✘Detailed Gore
✘Lime
✘Underaged Character x Mature Character
✘Incest 
NOTE: Keep in mind, I have every right to deny your request if it makes me feel uncomfortable, or I can’t write what you are requesting
Fandoms
💚 Hazbin Hotel
💚 Helluva Boss
💚 Cuphead
💚 Sonic The Hedgehog (Including Movie-verse)
💚 Spider-Man
💚 Guardians of the Galaxy (Movie-verse & Game-verse)
💚 Uncharted (Including Movie-verse)
💚 Red Dead Redemption
💚 Kingdom Hearts
💚 How to Train your Dragon
💚 Rise of the Guardians
💚 Love Live! (Including Sunshine, Nijigasaki, & Superstar)
💚 BLACKPINK
💚 EVERGLOW
💚 Aikatsu Stars
💚 Black Butler
💚 Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid
💚 South Park (High School AU! Only)
💚 Sly Cooper
💚 Spies in Disguise
💚 Impratical Jokers (Excluding Joe Gatto)
💚 Gravity Falls
💚 Disney Fairies
💚 Zootopia
💚 Detroit Become Human
💚 Life is Strange (Only first game, Before the Storm & True Colors)
💚 No Straight Roads
💚 Team Fortress 2
💚 Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
💚 Danganronpa
💚 Steven Universe Future
💚 Penguins of Madagascar (!Human AU only)
💚 Resident Evil
💚 Looney Tunes
💚 Animaniacs
💚 Ratchet & Clank
💚 Sam & Max
💚 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach
💚 Sing (The Movies)
💚 D4DJ
💚 Genshin Impact
💚 Ever After High
💚 Monster High
💚 SNL (Only John Mulaney & Bill Hader)
💚 Criminal Minds
💚 Over The Hedge
💚 Epic Mickey 💚 God of War Ragnarok 💚 Peanuts (Charlie Brown Media) [Highschool/College AU Only]
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REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED ✖️
I WILL DO
✔One Character Based Playlist
✔Ship Playlist
✔Siblings Relationship Playlist
✔OC Playlist (PLEASE DM ME YOUR OC INFO, THIS INCLUDES A PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION AND PERSONALITY INFO)
✔Family/Friend Group Playlist
I WILL NOT DO
✘Incest Playlists
✘Underaged x Mature Character Playlists
Fandoms
🍀 Hazbin Hotel
🍀 Helluva Boss
🍀 Cuphead
🍀 Sonic The Hedgehog (Including Movie-verse)
🍀 Spider-Man
🍀 Guardians of the Galaxy (Movie-verse & Game-verse)
🍀 Uncharted (Including Movie-verse)
🍀 Red Dead Redemption
🍀 Kingdom Hearts
🍀 How to Train your Dragon
🍀 Rise of the Guardians
🍀 Love Live! (Including Sunshine, Nijigasaki, & Superstar)
🍀 BLACKPINK
🍀 EVERGLOW
🍀 Aikatsu Stars
🍀 Black Butler
🍀 Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid
🍀 South Park (High School AU! Only)
🍀 Sly Cooper
🍀 Spies in Disguise
🍀 Impratical Jokers (Excluding Joe Gatto)
🍀 Gravity Falls
🍀 Disney Fairies
🍀 Zootopia
🍀 Detroit Become Human
🍀 Life is Strange (Only first game, Before the Storm, & True Colors))
🍀 No Straight Roads
🍀 Team Fortress 2
🍀 Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
🍀 Danganronpa
🍀 Steven Universe Future
🍀 Penguins of Madagascar (!Human AU only)
🍀 Resident Evil
🍀 Looney Tunes
🍀 Animaniacs
🍀 Ratchet & Clank
🍀 Sam & Max
🍀 Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach
🍀 Sing (The Movies)
🍀 D4DJ 
🍀 Genshin Impact
🍀 Ever After High
🍀 Monster High
🍀 SNL (Only John Mulaney & Bill Hader)
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Masterlist
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Pulse [MOB AU]
Shawn’s losing business and he’s determined to find the source of his problem
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All (Y/N) wanted was a normal life - her plans for that are set back when she catches the eye of mobster Shawn Mendes
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Reuniting with an ex can go in two ways, will it be a disaster or a happy ending?
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Jealousy finally makes Grayson make his move
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Cute domestic life
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He never expected the love of his life to be a traitor
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I’m not pissed I’m hurt [STUDENT AU]
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How could you do this.
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galaxy-mermaid-musi · 3 years
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@givethispromptatry @sebsterianart @holygoddessofvictory Hi! New installment in that Neverending Heights role reversal AU I started ages ago! It is now known by me as the Neverending Depths au if the tags didn't already give that away.... Sometimes you just have an idea that won't stop yelling at you until you get it written.
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It wasn't supposed to go like this.
"You know you'll never really catch me." Void teased Techtonic as she dashed to a shadow- and didn't go through.
I didn't know.
She looked back at him with surprise that turned to fear when she realized he was surprised too. "Why-"
I Didn't Know.
Her gaze turned icy when another hero stepped out of the shadows.
"Why are you hesitating?" Null asked Techtonic, "You have her cornered, and I have her escape route blocked. Arrest her already."
I couldn't protect you.
The two stared eachother in the eyes. Void's were begging for a chance, knowing her usual weapon was stashed in the shadow she couldn't access. Techtonic's indecisive and pained, weighing his options.
Null, impatient as ever, pushed past Techtonic and put the cuffs on her himself. He spared a glance at the other hero before dragging her along.
"I-"
"No, I have it. Probably better anyway so I can make sure she stays in custody this time..." Null stated, "Besides, I know her mother will want to have a talk with each of you."
I should've protected you.
Techtonic couldn't believe his eyes.
"Rita, this is Hunter. He used to be assigned to catching you when you had your petty theft phase, but he's been instrumental in your redemption." Lady Shade, Rita's mother and leader of the hero team introduced.
"Oh!" Void, Rita, responded, "I'm sorry I forgot you! But it's nice to meet you again!"
Her smile seemed genuine, not sarcastic, not snarky, not her. This couldn't be happening.
Seeing his reaction, she frowned, "I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I know the accident was my fault, but please don't be too mad at me."
'Sorry.' 'Please.' She was never this polite.
He shook his head, "I'm not mad at you." Glancing at Lady Shade he knew he had to choose his words carefully. "My mind's just a bit preoccupied with my next assignment! It's going to be a tough one, so my worries may have shown through a bit."
Lady Shade gave a slight nod. He was inthe clear.. for now.
"Ah, alright!" Rita looked relieved, "Mom said you're really smart, so I'm sure you'll figure it out!"
" Indeed he is!" She gave a pointed look to him again, "But he needs time to plan. You know Chris hasn't seen you since you got back. Why don't you go train with him?"
Rita beamed, "That's a great idea!"
"Second door to the left in the west hallway." She said.
"Got it!"
And with that, Mrs. Red and Hunter were alone.
"What-"
She cut him off, "Raven told me you couldn't bring yourself to bring her in."
"I-"
"I don't know what your exact feelings are towards my daughter, Garrison. I know you obviously care for her..." she stepped closer, "But I'll let it slide this once. After all, I know you're a good person. You wouldn't want to hurt her."
"With all due respect, what did you do to her?" He asked.
She smiled like a snake that had just caught a mouse, "I redeemed her, of course! Now she can make up for her mistakes and bring more light to the family legacy! Isn't it wonderful?"
"How?"
"How what? You know specificity is key."
It felt like a trap but he had to know.
"How did you 'redeem' her?"
She hummed, "When I said you were instrumental in the process, I wasn't lying."
He felt a pit form in his stomach, "I never made anything that would-"
Her expression stopped him mid sentence.
"No, you never made anything for that specific purpose." She agreed, "Though it does turn out that when you tinker with the device used to keep out telepaths it can also be used to keep in.. well.. let's call them suggestions. Ideas that you want in someone's mind even if they wouldn't consider them themselves."
"You can't really believe this will stick!"
"Maybe not." She shrugged, "It will certainly last longer if we all play along. You'll do that for me, right?"
He knew his expression gave him away.
She frowned, "We really have to work on your acting." With a sigh she added, "Fine. A bit of a motivator then... If I find you trying to break her back to what she was in any way you'll never work as a hero again. In this city or any."
He knew she was serious. Looking down he said, "I understand."
She put a hand on his shoulder and gave a caring look, "You're doing the right thing."
He gave a shaky nod, "...Right."
With that she left.
And Hunter began planning how to break the brainwashing without her knowing.
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Life and Death
Happy birthday Mouse, you funky little bitch! Enjoy this next chapter of the BFU AU!
WC: 2226
Warnings: Uh- death like usual, and I think that’s it! If I’m wrong, let me know otherwise. 
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Clouds of condensation formed in the air as Shane and Ryan walked to the Brooklyn lodge. The Manhattan lodge had been quiet, nearly too quiet, like the ghosts there had been hushed by a more powerful force. 
The feeling in Brooklyn was almost the same, except there was nothing there to be hushed. The lodge was just empty. Well, nearly empty.
As Shane walked around, there was the feeling of another ghost, one they hadn’t met before. Despite the two not always acting like it, both Mouse and King both put off feelings of anger, and with the two always sticking together, they often brought with them a feeling of burning hatred. This ghost, however, felt lonely, forgotten. 
For over a century, he’d walked the halls and corridors of the lodge alone. Each creak and sway of the boards seemed to taunt him, sounding like a footstep from the ones he’d lost. 
Spot swore he saw Bruiser in the cold gray of the winter sky, swore he saw King in the vibrant reds of the sunset. But when each was gone, the feeling of loneliness came back, each time more vengeful and painful than the last. 
As Shane followed the trail the ghost was leaving, Ryan followed behind him closely, looking behind them. Even with the communication, and the some form of trust they’d formed with the two more powerful ghosts, the deep rooted fear from the beginning was still planted within him. 
In a small room off to the side, Shane walked in, Ryan still following, before the door shut behind him, and Ryan yelped, Shane rolling his eyes. 
“You scared of a sad little ghostie Ryan?” He taunts, but he groans when the shorter man pulls out a spirit box. “Seriously?” 
Ryan just gives a half grin, flipping it on. “Who’s in here with us?” He asks, spinning slowly in a circle, and he tries not to focus on the fact that Shane’s eyes are completely black. 
He’d known Shane was a demon for, god, it had to be years now, but he still wasn’t used to the displays of his powers, including the times when his eyes are fully black. He took a breath, speaking again. “My name is Ryan, my tall friend is Shane, can you say our names back to us?” 
Shane let out an annoyed exhale, looking around before tilting his head. The ghost that appeared was not one they’d seen before. Mouse and King, they’d known, and talked with, however badly those conversations had gone. But this ghost was shorter than King, and held a heavier feeling of hopelessness. 
“I got a ghost.” Shane smirks, watching him. There was a chain around his neck, with a key on it, the cool metal a contrast against the angry red tanktop. 
“Not Mouse or King, who are you?” Ryan asks. His eyes go wide as he hears a response. 
“Conlon.”
“Conlon...Conlon, Conlon..” he murmurs, before his eyes go wide with realization. “Spot Conlon-” 
Shane’s mouth forms an ‘O’, and he looks over the ghost, but to his shock, the boy was gone, the spirit box still crackling. 
“Shortie.” 
Ryan looked over to Shane as a different voice comes over the box. “Mouse? Is Mouse around here?” Ryan asks, and Shane gives a quiet laugh. “Is Mouse in the house?” 
“Shut up Shane.”
The spirit box continued to scan, before another bout of communication. 
“Birthday.”
It was Ryan's turn for his mouth to become an ‘O’, and he pulled out his phone. He tapped his foot as he waited for the internet to load, and looked up the obituaries. “Yeah. Today’s her birthday.” he confirms, looking up at Shane. 
“Then King isn’t going to be happy today...let’s go find him.” Shane suggests, and despite the kindness in his voice, the smirk on his face gave way to other intentions. 
“What, to trigger him into reliving his death again?” But despite his argument, Ryan follows Shane as they walk through the lodge. 
“Wait- why isn’t King going to be happy- I mean he’s a ghost, he’s probably never been happy since he died, but- wait can ghosts even experience emotions?” Ryan goes off on a tangent as they walk, and Shane sighs. For all his friends knowledge and belief in ghosts, there was still so much he didn’t know about the spirit world. 
“The opposite of death days are birthdays. On their death days, spirits will relive their deaths. On their birthdays, they simply don’t appear. And you’ve seen them separated. So King isn’t going to be a happy ghost, instead, probably aggressive.” 
A bit of fear became present on Ryan’s face as he followed, and he stopped in his tracks. “Do we seriously have to mess with him when he’s more likely to attack us?” 
Shane’s loud laughter was the only answer he got as the taller man walked further away, and Ryan bowed his head before following him. 
In the night, the waves rolled on a small rocky beach near the Brooklyn lodge. The posts that supported the dock were old and eroding, but still strong as waves lapped against them. The sound of the street was muffled in the rocky cove, and the ghost residing on those rocks was silent as the night around him. 
Coils of plasma drifted up every time the waves came in contact with the boys legs, and he stood with his eyes closed. The Manhattan lodge had been too loud, but when he’d made himself known, he’d found the fearful silence that followed too quiet. Part of him had thought of going to the Brooklyn lodge, but the anxiety clenched his chest, and the unfortunately familiar feeling of flowers beginning to form in his lungs made itself present. 
King slowly sat down in the water, and he watched the clouds blow over. Each time a new one passed  over the river, it changed the reflection of the stars on the river, and he watched each one wink out of existence before flickering back on. 
Shane and Ryan walked along the shore, each one scanning in a different way. Ryan had the spirit box out, listening to the static as the channels flicked on and on into infinity, Shane watching for any sort of movement among the rocks. He stopped Ryan, who had nearly walked into a pole, before staring curiously at the rise of plasma. 
“Could he be in the water?” Shane wonders aloud, before walking faster, not letting Ryan ask any questions as he makes his way down the rocks. 
“King?” He asks, watching as the ghost seemed to draw smaller as his name was called. “We met someone who might have been of interest to you. Spot Conlon?” Shane asks. Just as he finishes the sentence, Ryan is there putting a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide as he stares at King, whos form was now flickering. 
“He died of Hanahaki, Shane. And one of the theories is that he loved Spot Conlon. And if said theory is correct, it could cause him to die again. And I’d like to avoid that tonight. ” Ryan hisses, and he looks to King, whos shirt now had splatters of blood on it. 
“Sorry kid.” He apologizes, and Shane looks at King, at the way he was curled up in the water, and how empty he seems without the shorter ghost somewhere behind him, or behind the two ghosthunters. Despite his knowledge that Mouse was gone until midnight, possibly later, he couldn’t help but check behind him. 
Being a demon, he’d easily be able to make her vanish again, but that didn’t seem fair. And with the heaviness in King’s eyes, he decided against it. 
“King…where’s Mouse?” he asks instead. He’d never been able to answer that question, where ghosts went on their birthdays, and with King being a ghost, maybe he’d be able to. 
“Birthday. Kinda gone.” He answers, and his eyes are no longer focused on the two men, instead the waves passing straight through him. 
“Gone as in Manhattan or gone as in gone gone?” Ryan winces after he’d gotten his question out, remembering the silence in Manhattan, and Shane’s whole spiel on how she was gone for the whole night. 
“Not really gone gone. Just, kinda- gone for the day. It’s a painful thing, I guess.” 
King’s voice was heavy as he spoke, and it’s clear, even above the static of the spirit box. Ryan hesitated before turning the box off, watching the boy curiously. As far he could remember, this was only the second time King had spoken to them without hostility in his voice. And one of the only times either of those two had given then answers in full sentences. 
The plasma rose in a constant cloud around him, but in the cove he seemed calm, and at peace, or at least as close as he could get. 
“What is this place?” Ryan asks, and he forces himself to stay still as King turned to look at them. 
“Shortie found it. It’s quiet here.”
In the silence, the repeated crashing of waves created a calming rhythm. Ryan bit his lip, tapping his foot. This was the most communication with a ghost they’d ever had. Ever. 
“King…why are you stuck here?”
Ryan hated how nervous his voice sounded, hated how when the cold glance of the ghost turned to him he still felt a shiver up his spine. Still though, he kept his gaze even with Kings as the young boy stood up to match his height. Ryan held back a satisfied smile as King was the first to look away. 
“He doesn’t love me,” was the only answer to come, the waves continuing their ever steady beat on the shore. 
Ryan’s eyes seemed to get even wider, and he looked up at Shane, who was also watching curiously. 
“Who’s ‘he’, King?” He asks, tearing his gaze away from the familiarity of Shane to the intimidating sight of King. Actually, intimidating probably wasn’t the best word. Was Ryan scared of the sight of the ghost? Yes, but the boy himself wasn’t physically threatening. At least not right now. 
Now, his shoulders were curled in, his chest rising and falling heavily, like he was taking deep breaths to try and refrain from panicking. 
‘Or maybe to avoid coughing up flowers,’ the thought came into Ryans head as he watched, and a frown came onto his face as King simply turned away. But he let the question sit in the air. Maybe he’d get an answer another day. 
A small smile came on Shane’s face as he checked his watch, and he spoke directly to King. “Shortie should be back soon.”
“Only I can call her that.” The ghost hisses, but it’s not aggressive, and instead of the monotone responses they’d been getting, it sounded more like a response they’d have gotten if King were alive. 
As he spoke, there were the sound of footsteps in the water, rapid ones, like someone was running. Before anyone had time to react, a smaller figure rammed into King, who gave a quiet laugh. “Hey shortie.” 
Mouse didn’t respond, instead opting to hug King quickly, her head barely reaching his shoulders in the embrace.  “Miss me?” He asks, grinning down at her. 
“Be quiet.” She hisses, but her face shows that she had. She looks up ay him with a smile, ignoring the two ghosthunters. But behind King, a face in the window of the lodge caught her attention, and a deathly glare forms on her face, staring. As King goes to turn, Mouse grabs the front of his shirt. 
“Don’t.” 
King obeyed the order given by the shorter girl, his face falling with realization. Shane and Ryan both turned to look at the lodge, and there was the faint feeling of hopelessness in the air, one Shane now was able to put a face to. 
It had been Spot Conlon in the window. 
“Mouse? Do you not like him?” Shane asks, his head tilted. Shane couldn’t tell if the glare he got was directed at him, or was the answer to his question. 
Ryan took a deep breath, taking a few steps closer and sitting on the rocks, looking to Shane and patting the rock next to him. King slowly sunk back to his seat, waves resuming their course through his body. Mouse was the last one left standing, a glare surveying the two men before she sits next to King, her leg knocking into his rhythmically. 
No words were said the rest of the night, the ghosts fading in and out of existence as the night wore on and lights from the street reflected into the cove. Shane and Ryan sat and watched, taking note of the ever constant glare on Mouse’s face, and the sad look on King’s face, the tired one, ever laced with anger. But underneath it all was something neither of the ghost hunters could put a name to. 
And in the rays of the morning sun, the two men watched as the ghosts vanished, their forms dissolving like the ripples they’d been creating. As they stood up, Ryan looked down at the water, noticing something strange, and knelt to pick it up, his face shifting as he realized what it was.
A rose petal. Blood red. 
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So you're letting me pick? ... *laughs maniacally* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA HUN ---------------------------------------- So i have alot of ocs actually- and alot of sonas also from the past, present, future- so excuse me but you GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GUSH. But to keep you sane, i'm gonna skip over most of the "dead" characters Savvy is one of 4+ characters that i absolutely still adore, and keep in my little oc-world A grey to red and reddish pink color pallette, fennec fox-plushie. I mainly inspired her personality of the vibe i give off to any newcomers- and well- she also has 1 different form that i previously called "Darkus" for some reason Void is the next, a white to turquoise and cyan color pallette, glitchy fox. I think she's kinda like the vibe after you've known me for awhile? But that might have changed- all i know is she glitchy and cool lmfao Also previously shown to melt, might keep that Mayah and Daeva simultaneously are Bacterial Contamination Cats Because DAMN if being edgy wasn't enough, add the spooks! and stabs Enough of the jokes though, Mayah is the one with a scarf and is overall shy for some fucking reason and Daeva is an edgelord due to- well i'll mention them later. Both are (darker) grey and red with possible pink/white stingers... idk yet it's been a while! Molse, who i actually felt like should have kept the albino-mouse-rat species, might become a rabbit later on. White-black-red and neutral. Smol boi lmfao. Might have been a victim to either Mayah or Daeva- I forgot the name of this one, probably was too complex- I have a molecule-alcohol-dog character and i think they're absolutely NOICE! Might have to explore this character more so their story could begin showing to me. I have a few others somewhere but those are the most interesting... But i bet you wanna know that guy who corrupted Daeva, didn't cha? Corrupto is currently their/his name, and currently is a loose runaway corruption. Took a liking to Daeva, but.. they still are a fuckass even if that liking exists (= Oh and they probably will stay like that until showing a clear sign of redemption muahahahaha i'm evil Now for some of the interesting ones Starting of with another corruption who'se previous host i won't say.. We have my little experimental creature, Vortex! They're a little mess, learning as they go. But man, they're a BIT different from the others, and fun to draw for some reason. Btw both corruptions are black (white or red) goopsters lmfao Honorable mentions before the ones i've drawn more often: Pencil [AU], kinda child and bean, might not be innocent deep down though. Zodiac dream demon, and of course you already have the possible right guess at who their origins deprive from. That one roomba and (grappling+something else) gun who if i draw more often, will be to background tests or other fun shit Emma and that one sign, two characters i entirely made up just from the game and previous arg that i love(d) as fuck [Changed | Pooche and Pansy] Now excuse me, but i wanna talk about Tempus! That one bibically accurate angel looking clock! I love that one. A time entity who i'm starting to suspect might be related to Painty over there- Also they have a cracked side of glass for some reason?? Hmmm.. Well i obviously know why for that one, but go ahead and theorize. Also i haven't choosen their colors yet but they have a tail, lmfao- that's mostly all Chi, who i might be mashing up with the other heart character in a weirdcore post, is my little emotion/soul demon who started of as a pure vent character but now might just be an emotionally unstable bean. Can't decide if they're blue or purple, but otherwise i just love my little heart fello <3 Also she chills around PaintBrush cause yes. And PaintBrush, my dearie self, multidimensional zodiac dream demon! Creative, unpredictable, and matched to my chaotic personality, and i absolutely love her so much i swear to axol- Um anyways, she is really respecting and caring, but can lose herself to demonic senses and also emotions (cause i lose myself to emotions sometimes
no cap) and might or might not have been- [spoilers] Also she's friends with a Bill cipher, how perfect, totally not the same Bill cipher that hangs around me. And i think that's most that i can gush about.. for now. If it sounds like i rambled then sorry, but.. not sorry agDSGOPIEOSPRHI- Anyway this is from a while ago, but shows alot of the characters i've talked about here. NOW MERRY CHRISTMAS SHOOKAS
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Riot Act Live Now!
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Riot Act (Crooked Sinners book 3) by Callie Hart is live now! My 5 👑 will be posted soon, but here’s the info you need now!
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Callie Hart, delivers a twisted and edgy new dark romance tale, featuring a girl with nothing left to lose and a broken boy with a heart as black as his soul.   Want something? Pax will take it from you. Love something? Pax will destroy it. Love him? Heaven help you. You’d have to be the stupidest person to walk the face of the earth. PAX I don’t do complicated. I sure as hell don’t do love. With graduation in sight, I’ve made it almost four years at Wolf Hall without getting tangled up in BS with girls. I especially want nothing to do with her: Presley. Maria. Witton. Chase. The timid little mouse with the red hair, who can’t even look my way without hyperventilating. She’s nothing to me. Beautiful, sure, but I’ve had plenty of beautiful women. I’m perfectly content ignoring her… …until her life is suddenly in my hands. PRES I’ve loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him. The cruel, inked anarchist of Riot House. He’s wicked, and he’s cold, and there’s nothing good left in him. I fear him almost as much as I crave him. With only a few weeks left until graduation, all I have to do is keep my head down, and then I’ll be free; I can leave Mountain Lakes and my obsession with Pax Davis in my rearview mirror. But the demons I’ve been hiding for years now are growing restless… …and Pax is thing that will keep them at bay. This is not an act of kindness. Not an act of love. Not an act of forgiveness. You'll find no redemption here. This is the final riot. ACT ACCORDINGLY. **RIOT ACT is a 137,000-word standalone book in the Crooked Sinners Series and does not end on a cliffhanger. This book contains dark content that may be considered a trigger for some readers, and as such is recommended for readers 17+ 📌 Live Now! Free in KU!
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Tis the season for a wild ass crossover!
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Empireverse - Mine de la Dernière Chance - Acte 1 - La Chute 
Longue vie au Roi !
Que se passerait-il si Crescent, fils de l’Empereur de la Nuit, renversait sa mère et accédait au trône  à seulement 15 ans ? Quid de l’ancien souverain et des traîtres ? L'Empire de la Lune est tombé, Crescent le fils de l'Empereur Nightmare récupère la couronne de son père vaincu. L'Empire du Soleil et l'Empire de la Lune sont en voie d'écrire dans l'Histoire une paix durable. Mais quid des principaux acteurs de l'ancien régime sanguinaire ? Le peuple lunaire réclame la tête de son ancien roi  ainsi que de ses plus fidèles guerriers en les personnes de Killer la catin, Red le doberman, Horror le boucher, et Dust le sociopathe. Crescent, avec l'appui de son régent le Comte Error, saura-t-il être juste dans son jugement ou sera-t-il guidé par sa rancune  ? Pendant ce temps Dream, l'Empereur du Soleil, fera tout son possible pour plaider en la faveur de son frère bien aimé revenu parmi les vivants. Entrez et découvrez dans cette histoire post Empireverse en trois actes (concept créé par la talentueuse @lunnar-chan), une ode à la rédemption, au pardon et à la réconciliation sur fond réinsertion carcérale.
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Ceci est la couverture du premier acte. Je suis assez fière des vêtements, mais la tête de ce pauvre Crescent.... Scary face XD ! Je n’ai pas de tablette graphique ni de logiciel dernier cri ( merci papier, crayon, gomme, souris, et Photofiltre) In English with google trad (I’m a lazy girl!): Empireverse - Last Chance Mine - Act 1 - The Fall 
 Long live the king! 
 What would happen if Crescent, son of the Night Emperor, overthrew his mother and rose to the throne at just 15 years of age? What about the former sovereign and the traitors? 
The Empire of the Moon has fallen, Crescent the son of the Nightmare Emperor recovers the crown from his defeated father. The Empire of the Sun and the Empire of the Moon are in the process of writing a lasting peace in history. But what about the main players in the old bloody diet? The lunar people claim the head of their former king as well as of their most faithful warriors in the people of Killer the catin, Red the doberman, Horror the butcher, and Dust the sociopath. Crescent, with the support of his regent Count Error, will he be able to be just in his judgment or will he be guided by his resentment? Meanwhile Dream, the Emperor of the Sun, will do everything possible to advocate for his beloved brother returned among the living. Enter and discover in this story post Empireverse in three acts (concept created by the talented @ lunnar-chan), an ode to redemption, forgiveness and reconciliation against the background of prison reintegration.
This is the cover of the first act. I'm pretty proud of the clothes, but the head of this poor Crescent .... Scary face XD! I don't have a state-of-the-art graphics tablet or software (thank you paper, pencil, eraser, computer mouse, and Photofiltre)  Sorry for bad english ><’
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Izuku’s Feud with the Yakuza
Another addition to my Villain!Izuku AU. For Villain Month day 11. The prompt is redemption, but I think I used the prompt very liberally... BTW this is the second time I’ve posted this section, I wasn’t able to format the original correctly, and my computer complained every time I tried to edit it to add links.
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It all started with what was supposed to be an easy robbery.
Izuku had noticed a certain casino with an unusual security system. He’d suspected that it had some less-than-legal activities going on behind closed doors, but didn’t consider the implications of that until it was too late.
A couple of days before they planned to rob the casino, Toga had stealthily extracted blood from a random businessman. It was just a small syringe, small enough that the target wouldn’t notice what the girl who bumped into him was doing, but large enough to get the blood Toga would need for 2 hours of transformation.
Now, Toga was walking towards the seedy casino disguised as the businessman, pretending that she was stressed and wanted to gamble.
“Just got my paycheck, now all I need is to play the odds and I’ll get enough to retire!” She gruffly told the man in line behind her.
“I thought I told her to stay inconspicuous,” Izuku said even though there was no way for Toga to hear him. “We don't want them to notice anything is different, and we definitely don’t want them paying attention to her.”
“She’ll be fine,” Uraraka insisted. “Toga’s used to this kind of stuff.”
“I know, I know.” Izuku said. “Just remind me to get her some inconspicuous communication device for her to wear so I can give her instructions when she’s on missions like this.”
Dabi raised his eyebrows. “You mean like a cell phone? We’re already using that.”
He was right. The audio Izuku was currently hearing came from Toga’s phone, which she had called Izuku with before they started. Izuku’s phone was currently on mute.
“I mean like an earpiece,” Izuku explained. “I may make one hidden as an earring, but I’d prefer one that was either invisible or flesh-colored.”
Around that time, Toga wandered into the casino and started to scope out the place. Izuku had told her to find the security room, where all the security and bank information would be. There wasn’t a door directly in the back, but there was a side door that wasn’t as well decorated as the other doors, so she decided to start with that one.
The door opened to stairs leading down. Toga followed the stairs to the bottom, where she saw a crowd of people surrounding a large metal cage. She couldn’t see what was going on, but there were a lot of growling sounds. To the side, she saw several dogs packed into too-small cages, covered in matted fur, flees, and blood.
Poor puppies. They look so cute covered in blood, but they also look miserable, Toga thought. I’ll ask Izuku if I could release them as a distraction.
On the other side of the room, she saw another door. None of the patrons where passing through it, but she did see a security guard use a keycard to open it.
Bingo.
Near a side wall, Toga found a broom closet. She grabbed one of the brooms and went to linger in the shadows on one side. After a few minutes, another security guard came her way.
As soon as he’d passed her, Toga hit him on the head with the broom handle. Swiftly, she caught the unconscious guard and dragged him into the broom closet, shutting the door behind her.
It was a cramped, dark space, but at least it was private.
She pulled out her phone to give Izuku and update. “I’ve knocked out one of the security guards. I’ll take some of his blood and his security card, which should let me in the back room.”
On his end, Izuku turned off mute. “Good job. Find some way to clear out the room, then put us on speaker.”
“I will,” She confirmed.
Toga emptied the contents of her fake-clothes pockets, including a trusty pocket knife. She used the knife to make a small cut in the guard’s arm. Several drops of blood decorated the cut, and she was quick to lap them up.
A few moments later, Toga left the broom closet, now looking like a security guard in this place. She easily slipped the security card in the slot and opened the door to a room filled with computers.
Two other security guards were watching monitors in the room. Well, no big deal.
Toga pretended to be relieved. “I’m so glad I found you guys! The boss is upstairs, he wants to speak to you.”
The two others looked up with wide eyes. “Overhall is here?” one asked.
Toga had no idea who that was, but nodded anyway.
The other security guard stood up. “Come on Kaname, I’ll show you to the private rooms. I only hope that he’s in a forgiving mood.”
Once the two had left the room, Toga sat down at one of the monitors and pulled out her phone.
“Okay Izuku, you’re on speaker,” she said after putting it on speaker.
“Good. Put the flashdrive I gave you in any of the desktops. If there are multiple computers there, you may have to try several, but I’ll be able to check each of them individually.”
Toga took the flashdrive out and did as she was asked. Shortly afterwards, the mouse on her monitor started moving on its own, bypassing passwords and opening programs all over the place.
Izuku’s tech skills are really great, Toga thought.
Eventually, Izuku spoke through the phone once again. “Okay, I’ve found the accounts. Let me just transfer the money, shouldn’t take more than a minute. By the way, do you know anything about these “kennels” that have cameras?”
“Oh, that must be for the doggies being kept here. That reminds me, can I try to free them as a distraction before I get away?”
“Did you say that there are dogs being kept there?” Uraraka asked. “Why would they…”
“They were all covered in blood, but looked really miserable. Can I, Izuku?” Toga asked again.
“Dogfighting,” Izuku said. He sounded like he was seething, something she’d only seen him do around Shigaraki before. “That’s what they’re doing behind closed doors. Don’t worry Toga, we’ll help the dogs escape. I think I can unlock their cages from here.”
“Yay!” Toga said. She spun around in her chair, which led to her eyes catching something on the floor in the corner of the room. “Hey guys? I think I found a safe.”
“What kind of safe is it?” Izuku asked.
Toga walked over to the safe and kneeled down. “Just a standard turning dial. Should I try to open it?”
“Leave it. We don’t know the combination, and I don’t want you to make noise trying to break it.”
Toga looked at a little slip of yellow she saw on the side of the safe. “There’s a sticky note here with the number 5, 15, 25 on it.”
“...In that case, go ahead and try it.”
Toga tried it. The safe opened.
“Well, there’s a few stacks of cash in here, as well as a gun with amo. Want me to take it all?”
“Wow, yeah, please do.”
Toga grabbed an empty briefcase from the floor and started shoving the money in it. “You got it, Izuku.”
“Good. Okay, the money has finished transferring. I’m going to open the kennels in a moment. Get the flashdrive, get out quickly, and take the long way to our hideout. Got it?”
Toga closed the briefcase, stood up, and grabbed her phone. “Got it.”
Outside the door, she could hear the clang of metal, followed by loud barks and screams. She pulled out the flashdrive and calmly power-walked out of the casino. When she passed the broom closet, she stealthily dropped the access card so her victim could find it later.
She got away scot-free, or so they thought.
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The next day, Izuku pulled out the new gun and ammo Toga had brought back. He wanted to sit on their new funds for a couple of days, but Toga had demanded a present for completing the job, so he gave her some cash to go shopping. Spinner had decided to join her and get some fresh air. Dabi had gone out to find another place they could make their hideout, since Izuku didn’t want to stay in someplace that All For One technically owned any longer than necessary. The only people still in the hideout were Uraraka and Izuku.
Izuku studied the gun. It was very similar to what he was used to: semi-automatic pistol with 12 in the clip and 1 in the chamber. The bullet size wasn’t the 9mm he used with his usual gun, so he’d have to keep a couple on hand to compare when he restocked. Still, there were enough in the box that once he’d loaded the clip half the box was still left.
He pushed the clip in and made sure the safety was on before walking away with the gun. “Uraraka, I’m going to shoot in the basement,” he shouted to the only other person in the house.
Uraraka looked up from the computer she’d been watching videos on. “Oh, okay. Want me to come with you?”
Izuku shook his head. “It’ll be loud, and all I’m doing is shooting at tin cans. Not the most interesting training, to be honest.”
Uraraka shrugged. “If you say so.”
Izuku descended the steps to the basement. He wasn’t sure why this particular warehouse had a basement, especially one this big, but he was grateful for it. The basement stretched out far beyond the boundaries of the building and probably even several blocks, giving Izuku a long concrete tunnel that suited him just fine as a shooting gallery.
He’d already set up makeshift targets from old tin cans about 10 feet from the entrance, so all he had to do was aim and shoot.
Bang!
The first bullet missed, significantly to the right of the target. Izuku was about to shoot another round, but he noticed some discoloration on the ground where the bullet hit.
He walked up to the target. The trajectory of the bullet was marked by a deep read, similar to blood. The bullet had traveled quite a distance, but it wasn’t hard for Izuku to find it on the ground several feet from the target. The bullet had split along the sides and squished on impact, opening up like a metallic flower.
Along the splits, Izuku found a thick, red liquid.
It it is blood, Toga will be able to tell.
Izuku decided to store the bullet in a plastic bag so Toga could look at it later. He was walking up the stairs to store it when he heard a loud noise from upstairs.
Izuku ran up to see what was going on.
Two men were standing in the entranceway, having thrown the front door off its hinges. They were both wearing plague masks. One was a large wall of muscles with long white hair. The other had black hair, but didn’t look particularly imposing. Izuku knew enough about the world of villains to know the smaller man was probably the greater threat, especially with his air of superiority.
Uraraka was standing in front of the unexpected guests. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “Who do you think you are?”
The smaller man spoke first. “I am Overhaul, the leader of the Eight Precepts of Death.”
Izuku had heard that name before and laughed. “The Yakuza? Come on, you don’t seriously think anyone is scared of you gangsters anymore!”
Overhaul’s eyes jumped to Izuku and narrowed. “You’re going to regret that. We originally came for retribution and to return the items you stole from our casino, but now you’ve insulted our honor.”
Izuku only rolled his eyes and laughed harder. “You really need to increase your security there, by the way. A sticky note with the lock combination right next to the safe? Really?”
Overhaul turned to his companion. “Kendo, teach him a lesson.”
Kendo, the larger man, nodded. “Sure thing, boss.”
Kendo took off running towards Izuku, but he only took a couple of steps before Uraraka flew towards him and knocked him back. Her air-powered jet shoes shot both her and Kendo into the opposite wall.
Izuku was glad he’d gotten her into the habit of wearing her support equipment all the time, even when resting.
A single hand hold followed by throwing the large man into the air ensured that Uraraka had the upper hand in the fight. It was hard for people with physical quirks to attack with zero gravity.
“Tck,” Overhaul turned to Izuku again. “I’ll just do it myself then.” He then took off running towards Izuku.
Shit, Izuku realized. I have no idea what their quirks are.
He turned and led his attacker to the other side of the room. Overhaul followed, gradually gaining distance. Considering how much Izuku had trained this was rather impressive, but not impressive enough to be his quirk.
When Overhaul was a few seconds from touching Izuku, he snagged Toga’s favorite pillow from a nearby bed and blocked Overhaul’s touch with it.
The pillow scattered into a million fragments, feathers and threads flying everywhere and hindering both fighter’s views. Izuku took the opportunity to jump on top of a table and climb up a shelf just out of Overhaul’s reach.
It’s a good thing he did, since a few seconds later the pillow miracuously came together again.
“Ah, so that’s how your quirk works,” Izuku said. “You’re able to deconstruct and reconstruct things you touch, correct?”
Overhaul glared at Izuku. “Yes, but you should know that’s not my only trick.”
Quick as a flash, Overhaul pulled a gun out of his jacket and fired at Uraraka. Right after impact, she fell.
“URARAKA!”
“Don’t worry, she should recover with time.” Overhaul said.
Izuku didn’t care. He’d forgotten until now, but he was still holding the new gun. Without thinking, he fired it at Overhaul.
It missed the heart by a wide margin, but still hit the Yakuza boss’s side.
Overhaul winced in pain, but surged forward to touch the shelf Izuku was standing on.
Nothing happened.
Overhaul raised his eyebrows. “Oh? So you’re already using those bullets?”
Izuku had no idea what he was talking about, but pretended he did and said, “Yes. They’re very useful.”
Overhaul gave Izuku a calculating gaze.
“Oi! What happened here? Get away from my friends!”
A flash of blue flames shot across the room and forced Overhaul to back away.
Dabi was standing in the destroyed entranceway, looking as effortlessly casual as usual.
Overhaul’s eyes shifted between Izuku, Uraraka (who had started to stand up again), Dabi, and Kendo. He must have realized he’d lost the advantage.
“Kendo, we’re leaving.”
“But Boss, I wanted to rough them up more!” Kendo said.
“You’ll get another chance,” Overhaul said, “But for now, we have more important things to do.”
Izuku couldn’t resist the urge to snort.
Overhaul gave him one last look. “You’re getting away with it now, but don’t you dare consider stealing from the Eight Precepts of Death again. You will regret it.”
He then turned and led Kendo out the door, brushing shoulders with Dabi on the way out.
Once they were out of sight, Izuku climbed down from the shelf.
“I’m gone for a few hours and you guys manage to get in a fight,” Dabi said. “Seriously, who were those thugs?”
“The Eight Precepts of Death, the Yakuza organization that owned the casino from yesterday,” Izuku explained.
Dabi sighed. “Only you could accidentally piss off he Yakuza. I thought those organizations had lost power with the age of quirks?”
“You and me both,” Izuku walked over where Uraraka was clutching her calf. “How bad is it?”
“Not bad, at least, I think.” Uraraka said, biting her lip “It’s just a graze, but something still feels off…” She leaned down and touched her shoes. “My quirk… It’s not getting lighter. I think my quirk stopped working!”
Izuku frowned. That was worrying, but might explain why Overhaul wasn’t able to finish the job after Izuku shot him. If the bullets these Yakuza used were the same as the ones Toga picked up yesterday, then Overhaul must have lost his quirk when Izuku shot him. The fact that Overhaul didn’t seem too worried about this meant that Uraraka was probably going to be okay eventually.
“Come on, let’s get that bandaged up.” Izuku lead her over to the couch. “Dabi, did you find a new place?”
“Yeah, there’s an old house for sale about 10 minutes from here. It’s not in the best shape, but should only cost us about half of what we got from the casino job,” Dabi explained. “I guess you want to move sooner rather than later?”
“Yes. I’ll move the money through a couple of dummy accounts to make sure they can’t trace it, but we should be able to buy the new place by this evening.” Izuku said, pulling out some bandages to wrap up Uraraka’s leg.
“Well, you should make sure they can’t track us there with whatever they used to find us here,” Dabi said. He noticed the box of bullets on the table. “Hey, are those from yesterday?”
Izuku looked at what Dabi was talking about. “Yes. I was trying out the gun this morning, but I’m starting to think there’s something special about those bullets.”
Dabi emptied the box onto the table. Bullets rolled around the table and fell on the floor, but Dabi was only interested in the empty box.
He shoved the empty bullet box under Izuku’s nose. “Doesn’t that look like an electronic tracker?”
A small red light was blinking at the bottom of the box. There wasn’t much encasing it, but it should be enough for a little circuitry.
Izuku scowled. “You’re right. Do me a favor and destroy it?”
A puff of blue flames later and it was done.
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Izuku had planned a while ago on meeting with a local support gear supplier to refill Uraraka’s air canisters, order more syringes for Toga, and get more bullets for himself. However, the morning after they moved hideouts he didn’t start the meeting with any of those requests.
Instead, he slapped a wad of cash on the table. “I’ll give you all this right now if you can tell me the location of the Eight Precepts of Death’s headquarters.
The supplier raised an eyebrow, but was more than happy to provide that information.
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“You know, all this sneaking around is more of Toga’s thing,” Dagi said. “Why didn’t we bring her?”
“She wanted to look after Uraraka,” Izuku reminded him. “Besides, we shouldn’t need her quirk for this.”
About a week after the confrontation with Overhaul in the old warehouse, Uraraka had gotten her quirk back but still wasn’t in fighting shape. Izuku would never say how relieved he was when she made her blanket float by accident, but getting shot in the leg would put her out of condition for a while longer. Toga had felt so guilty for not checking for trackers when she brought stuff home, so she’d gone above and beyond to make Uraraka’s recovery as comfortable as possible.
Izuku, though, had thrown himself into getting revenge on the Eight Precepts of Death and Overhaul. A few innocent questions to the local small-time villains and Izuku had gathered plenty of information on both the major members and their business practices. Apparently they were trying to dominate the underground again using drugs that enhanced and removed quirks, and held a monopoly on both quirk enhancers and the quirk-erasing bullets.
To be honest, it kind of reminded Izuku of how All For One had maintained a stranglehold on villain society for so many years by taking and giving quirks as he saw fit. Izuku knew how much power that could potentially bring, and wanted to make sure the Yakuza couldn't keep it.
Or, better yet, he wanted to take it for himself.
That was why Dabi, Spinner, and Izuku were here now, sneaking into the Eight Precepts of Death’s compound. Toga had given all three of them training on hiding their presence, so they should be able to slip in undetected and destroy the supply of drugs and special bullets. Hopefully they'd get some critical manufacturing equipment as well. Even better, Izuku was hoping to take pictures of their bullet-making process so he could reverse-engineer it.
Spinner, who had been crawling on the ceiling until now, dropped down in front of Izuku and Dabi. “There’s a door to the left,” he whispered.
Izuku nodded. “Let’s check it out.”
Just around the corner where spinner had said, Izuku found a closed door. It wasn’t locked. He opened it, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.
It was a little girl’s room. Izuku had expected to find a stockpile of weapons, drugs, or the labs they’d use to make those things. Instead, he saw a rainbow painting, dolls strewn all over the floor, and a pink bed.
On the bed, a little girl with a horn looked at Izuku with fear in her eyes.
“A-are you… Is he…” The girl was trembling, but tried to voice her question. “Does he need to unmake and remake me again?”
Unmake and remake? Izuku wondered. That sounds like Overhaul’s quirk...
Suddenly, what she was saying clicked in Izuku’s mind.
“Dabi, Spinner, go on ahead. Take pictures of anything you think I’d be interested in, and destroy any stockpiles you can find.” He said.
Izuku heard the two of them leave, but didn’t take his eyes off the girl. He walked slowly towards her, holding out his hand.
“Don’t worry, I’m not with Overhaul,” he said. “My name’s Izuku, what’s yours?”
The girl looked at his hand wearily and didn’t move. Eventually, her quiet voice said, “I’m Eri.”
Izuku gave her a comforting smile. “Hello Eri. Do you mind if I sit next to you?”
Eri did not respond, so Izuku went ahead and sat on the bed.
“Does Overhaul unmake and remake you a lot?” he asked.
Eri looked down at her hands, but eventually nodded.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it must be painful.” Izuku reached a comforting hand out and gave her a one-armed hug.
Surprisingly, Eri didn’t flinch. She actually started to lean into his arm some more.
“Do you want to leave here?”
Eri looked up at Izuku in surprise. “I.. Can I leave?”
Izuku gave her a comforting smile. “If you want, I can take you away from here. There’s already five people in one house so it might not be as comfortable as you’re used to, but at least Overhaul won’t hurt you anymore.”
Eri clutched his hand, holding onto it with more strength than he thought her small body could muster. Her eyes were wide with hope. “Please, please, please! I don’t want to be unmade anymore!” She was on the edge of sobbing.
Izuku held her close, shushing her. Looking at Eri, he couldn’t help but remember when he was young and All For One had just taken him in. Did he tremble in fear as much as Eri?
No, he probably hadn’t. All For One hadn’t been actively torturing him.
Izuku tightened her arms around Eri and lifted her off the bed. She was so light, Izuku suspected she’d been malnourished.
“Try to be quiet,” he whispered. “I don’t want anyone to notice what I’m doing.”
Eri nodded and put a finger to her lips, the universal symbol for “quiet.”
And so, Izuku walked out of the Eight Precepts of Death’s facility with a little girl in tow, leaving Dabi and Spinner to destroy the drugs and bullets.
For some reason, they weren’t able to find the process to make quirk-destroying bullets.
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“Aw, aren’t you the cutest thing!” Uraraka squealed at the sight of Eri.
Dabi, on the other hand, gave Izuku a hard look. “Izuku, why did you have to take her home?”
Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“Aw, Dabi, you’re just jealous that she’s so cute!” Toga said.
“Umm…” Eri fidgeted with her nightgown. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a burden…”
“No, no, no you’re not a burden!” Uraraka said. “Dabi’s just being a stick in the mud. By the way, it doesn't look like Izuku brought any of your clothes with you. Would you like to get some new clothes?”
Eri fiddled with her nightgown some more. “If you want.”
“Hm… you can’t go to the store in that nightgown…” Toga considered. “Oh, I’ve got it! Eri, come with me real quick.”
Toga led the tiny girl up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Once the girl was out of earshot, Izuku turned to Dabi. “Overhaul has been using his quirk on her. Regularly destroying her body and putting it back together. I couldn’t leave here there.”
“I see,” Dabi suddenly turned away from Izuku. “Well, there’s also the fact that she’s a kid growing up in the ‘care’ of a villain organization…”
“Dabi!” Uraraka hissed.
Izuku couldn’t figure out what they were implying, but before he could ask Toga returned with Eri.
“Ta-da!” Toga said, showing off Eri dressed in a black t-shirt that was so much bigger than her it worked like a dress.
Izuku recognized the design. “Isn’t that my shirt?”
“Well, you’re not using it right now,” Uraraka said. “Besides, it looks so much better than that ratty nightgown.”
Eri shuffled over to Uraraka, apparently to show off her clothes. Something made her trip and hit Urarak’s hurt leg.
“Ugh!” Uraraka grunted in pain from the impact.
Eri immediately jumped back. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Oh, no, it’s fine sweety,” Uraraka assured her, sitting up from the couch. “It was an accident, after all…”
Uraraka froze. Something was different. She unwrapped the bandages around her leg. The wound was completely gone.
Somehow, Eri’s bump had healed her.
“Wow Eri! You have a healing quirk?” Toga asked.
“N-no, that’s not it.” Eri was trembling again. “It’s dangerous. I ‘rewind’ people, and it can make people completely disappear by accident…”
“Well, that just means you need to learn to control it,” Uraraka said.
Eri was close to tears now. “But I can’t control it. The only person who can control it is Overhaul, when he uses me to cleanse the world of quirks…”
Izuku’s breath caught. Is she saying…?
Swiftly, Izuku kneeled down so he was eye level with her. “Eri, your quirk is your power, nobody else’s. Overhaul won’t touch you again, and I know you’ll figure out how to control it with time.”
“But… But what if I hurt someone?” Eri asked.
“We’ll be careful, and I’ll help you get a handle on it. Okay?” Izuku said, patting her on the head.
Eri still looked concerned, but didn’t protest.
“Hey Uraraka, since you’re doing better, how about you take Eri and Toga shopping? She needs clothes, after all.” Izuku said.
“Right! That’s a wonderful idea,” Uraraka said, bolting up off the couch. “Come on you two!”
“Yay! It's a girls-only outing!” Toga cheered, taking Eri’s hand and following Uraraka out the door.
With the girls gone, Dabi and Spinner went to their rooms to catch up on sleep. Izuku though, grabbed a particular gun and the corresponding bullets and walked down to the old hideout where his shooting gallery was still set up.
One by one, Izuku emptied clip after clip of the quirk-erasing bullets. They destroyed the cans and stained the whole place red, but Izuku just kept shooting until the last bullet made from a little girl’s suffering had been spent.
This was his redemption.
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The next day, the Mustafu police force received an anonymous tip about the source of illegal quirk enhancing and erasing drugs. They forwarded this information to the Nighteye agency, where All Might’s successor was still interning. This prompted a raid on the Eight Precepts of Death’s facility, where the hero LeMillion defeated the villain Overhaul.
The public at large didn’t think too much of this, but Mirio and Sir Nighteye both thought it was too convenient, especially since none of the Yakuza and tried to use their quirk-erasing bullets. They asked to interrogate Overhaul about this, and the police granted their request.
“Someone took the child. My guess is that green-haired kid with a smart mouth, but I can’t say for sure,” Overhaul said in response to questioning.
"The child?" Mirio asked.
"What green-haired kid?" Nighteye asked instead.
Overhaul scratched the side of his face. "The girl is none of your concern, but if you must know she's the Boss's granddaughter. Now for the green-haired kid, he's apparently the leader of a new small-time group of villains. I don't know his name, and I wouldn't have even concerned myself with him if he hadn't stolen some quirk-erasing bullets from me. He didn't even seem to realize what he'd done, but still made himself a nuisance."
"You still haven't explained what this has to do with your lack of resources," Nighteye pressed.
Mirio want to ask about the girl again, but let his mentor take the lead.
"A few days ago someone broke into our facility and destroyed our entire stash of bullets and drugs. They burned them and scattered the ashes so even I couldn’t reonstruct them. They also took the only source I had for the quirk-erasing bullets. I investigated, and found out that some green-haired boy had been asking about our operations. His description matched someone I’d recently caught stealing from our legitimate businesses, so I planned to track him and his gang down, but you showed up first.”
“You say this boys took your source for the quirk-erasing bullets. Is it possible he’ll try to create his own?” Nighteye asked.
“I doubt it. But if he does, well, that’s your problem isn’t it?” Overhaul responded.
“Would you be willing to tell us what you know about the green-haired boy and his gang?” Mirio asked, “If nothing else, so we can save the girl.”
Overhaul gave Mirio a calculating stare for a few moments. “I’ve only seen three of them. I don’t know what the green-haired boy’s quirk is, but he is skilled with a pistol and has a deep understanding of the underworld and how it works. He’s got this brunette girl in his group, and her quirk somehow lets her and the people she’s fighting float. The last one I only saw a glimpse of, but his body was covered in burn scars that may have been because by his blue-flame quirk. Is that good enough for you?”
“It’s a decent start,” Nighteye said. “Mirio, let’s go.”
As they walked through the walls of Tartarus, Mirio turned to Nighteye. “Did you get enough information?”
“Not even close. Overhaul is definitely hiding something,” Nighteye pulled out his phone and started texting his sidekicks. “There’s a good chance we’ll learn more if we can find that green-haired kid and figure out if he really did destroy the stash and steal the source of those bullets.”
“And the girl?” Mirio asked.
“Again, we need to find the green-haired kid before we can judge.” Nighteye suddenly stopped, a look of shock on his face. “Mirio, did you notice how Overhaul started talking about the girl but quickly changed to talking about the source of the bullets?”
Mirio's heart sunk. “You think that’s because they’re the same thing?”
Nighteye started walking faster. “I don’t know for sure, but we have to find that green-haired boy.”
Unfortunately, the Nighteye Agency’s investigation on this matter proved fruitless for about a month. The most they got were a few rumors about a kid collecting support gear, but they never led anywhere.
That is, until a green-haired boy introduced himself and his friends to the world by attacking Endeavour.
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atemyboyfriend · 5 years
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I'm afraid to like your shipping call in case you don't ship it
( nonnie, i ship a lot of things. and i mean a lot. i genuinely think ruby is one of those characters who just … gets people ( doesn’t matter if it’s red, cursed ruby or post-curse ruby - all of them are very intuitive ), and can learn to accept them for who they are. 
i can tell you off the bat that i will almost always romantically ship the following, if and only if my partner wishes to pursue a romance ( i will never, ever force a ship, but i’m definitely partial to these babies and will 9 times out of 10 jump at the chance to write them if i’m approached ): captain wolf, frakenwolf, red beauty / red lace, red snowing, red snow, charming wolf, ruby slippers, red huntsman, frozen wolf, red wood, red mouse, peter & the wolf ( lololol someone write billy and peter you cowards~ ).
honestly, most canon characters, i’d be down for romantic shipping with. ( it depends with villains, though. ruby is very much a hero character, and she may struggle with having feelings for a villain, but she’d also never make them change. changing for someone else, is her opinion, not the way to go about redemption. but i freaking love the angst potential with her cultivating a relationship during the curse, only to discover, once its broken, that the object of her affection was a villain. )
i’m also cool with shipping with ocs, provided that you’re not here to use my muse for smut fodder. it’s happened in the past, and i’m not going to stand for it again. yes, i know how the show portrayed ruby, but i also know that granny exaggerated. did ruby have and enjoy sex? yes. was she the town bicycle? absolutely not. so please, don’t treat her like she is. cursed!ruby will flirt with almost anyone, but that doesn’t mean she’s prepared to jump into bed with everyone. ( and she’s even less inclined to establish a relationship; she’s got her own set of walls that won’t initially allow her to get close, but it is possible. )
…that was a rant i didn’t expect to get into, huzzah! xD
any other ships - friendship, enemies, etc. - are always fair game, for every muse. 
and so are aus! if i can’t see our muses being enemies, welp. we can alter canon! xD )
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fam-der-linde · 5 years
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where did u come up with this idea lmao it's fantastic
First; my mouse spazzed out while reading through my other asks and deleted one or two of them, so if you see your ask isn’t answered that’s why, I’m sorry!
For this blog, well, I’ve run a small handful of adoption au blogs for other fandoms for years/I’ve wrote adoption au fanfics for years. My boyfriend and I are OBSESSED with Red Dead Redemption 2. I’ve always been obsessed with RDR since Red Dead Revolver (Even though it’s not tied into RDR closely). He and I were watching Red Dead Redemption 2 as Vines and we were like, coming up with scenarios for which Vine would be for which character. Then I pulled up my other AU blogs and started replacing those characters with the Van der Linde gang and that’s how this blog was born! 
Thanks for the question and have a wonderful day, Anon!
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