#is this technically a blurb?

[baskeigh-ball]

posting some mind swap doodles to prove im still alive, so have a few headcanons :D

- Leo in Mikey's body is pure chaos, he has no boundaries when it comes to modifications to "his" body in order to feel more comfortable in his own skin. For example, he gave himself his old markings to cover up Mikey's spots (only around the eyes tho, the arm and leg markings would take way more time.) He loves using Mikey's mystic powers/weapons at first, but eventually feels too weird about it and switches to his own weapons/gear to cope

- Mikey reins him in whenever he gets a little too confident in using his mystic powers though. Mikey is always hovering nearby to make sure Leo doesn't decide to go overboard, fully aware of Leo's lack of awareness when it comes to his physical limits, let alone when he's in someone else's body

- Raph is on the opposite side of the spectrum as far as modifications go, only willing to give Donnie his tech back and wear arm wraps to feel more like himself.

- The only tech he has to keep is the battle shell, especially after realizing just how fragile Donnie's body really is. He becomes refuses to take it off for days at a time, and when he does finally take it off, he's extremely paranoid and puts himself in the safest spot possible: his own room, bundled up in pillows and blankets.

- He also is woefully ignorant in how the battle shell is operated, so it goes haywire pretty often in the beginning. Donnie has to be nearby and ready to be damage control for a long time before Raph becomes confident enough to operate the battle shell's most basic functions.

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[mysicklove]

puppy yuuji in his nesting phase he steals ALL ur dirty laundry and wants you to lay in it with him so bad 😵‍💫 he spent so much time and effort into making his little nest the LEAST you could do is fuck him in it 🙁

gets all weirdly tense and surprisingly even a little snappish at you when he gets into his phase. he doesn’t mean to of course, he just wants everything to be perfect and it causes an unreasonable amount of stress on the poor puppy. so every time you ask for an article of clothing back, a low growl is let out and it surprises you, but he is nearly tackling you in the next second, yipping out apologizes and nuzzling his face into your neck. he wants you to like his nest, desperately so.

and so when he finally does show you the mess of clothing and pillows he seems to be practically hiding behind you, hands pawing at every inch of your body and clinging to you like he was afraid you would say something cruel about it. but the second you say how amazing it is, his tail moves at a rapid pace and he’s basically dragging you into the nest, wrapping his entire body around you and purring happily.

of course one thing does lead to another and yuuji seems to be practically glowing, face damp with sweat, but the biggest grin on his face. it is what he made it for after all

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

no thoughts just soft ellie moments

laying back with ellie on your stomach, hands softly scratching in her scalp as she wears it down for once. her eyes rolled back and closed in comfort. you sit up, suddenly, shifting the weight to your hands as you lean back.

she groans at the loss, furrowing her brows, “what?”

“nothing. just wanna look at you.” you say, hearing the dreaminess in your own voice.

her eyes flutter open, a growing grin on her lips, “that's kinda gay, babe.”

you immediately roll your eyes, sure you can see brain, “shut the fuck uppp.”

“oh, did i ruin your moment, baby? i’m sorry.” she lifts and turns, giving you a short kiss. chuckling a little when you trail after her as she pulls back.

she turns, plops her head back onto your lap and hums expectantly. you bring your hand down, moving the hair from the centre of her forehead, and lean down to kiss the spot. her eyebrow inclines slightly, a small smile creeping in. you brush over her cheek, then kiss there, too. then the other. then her nose.

ellie's nose crinkles, her grin taking up half her face now as she stifles a giggle, “what're you doing?”

“can i not kiss my girl anymore?” you murmur eyes running over every inch of her face, grinning at the coy blush on her cheeks.

“whatever.” she mumbles, pretending she's not practically melting under your touch.

author's note; booooo ‼️🍅🍅 sorry this is NOT my best but I like. Thought it? Definitely not double checked and this has been in my drafts LONG enough. I'll try to convince myself to post my bazillion requests later, though!!!!! again pls pls give me thoughts and constructive criticism because... this could have been better probably. or actually, this is amazing and I'm a perfect authour. (delusion 😍) creds to @ cafekitsune for the dividers !!!

[kaiju-krew]

I'm sure people have said this before but everytime you draw mothra she just looks like the prettiest darn thing in the entire universe, she's so beautiful. No wonder goji picked her

aw tysm!! she's honestly my fav to draw in general, comfort char type shieeeee😤 i love tinkering with her design every once and a while but i've been enjoying the current design i have for her quite a lot

mild sidenote bcuz i will never pass an opportunity to yap abt mosugoji....... in my personal au she picked him. she rolled up and said 'i can read your thoughts and feelings, this tough guy nonsense won't work on me lol.' he kinda fought it for a while tsundere ass kaiju but eventually gave in bcuz he wants to be loved just like the rest of us <3

[turtleblogatlast]

Writing prompt: Leo portals away from an awkward situation

“…”

“…”

“I am. So sorry about. This.” Leo says, stilted, mortified even. “But, you know how portals are, ha…ha…” The continued silence makes Leo break out in a sweat. He raises his odachi, “Okay! This has been- well. Not great, but-! Okay I’m just gonna go now bye-“

A quick swipe of the sword later, and Leo awkwardly absconds from the funeral home.

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ on n’ on, my girlfriend callin’ my phone. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH; i have mean!luke x fem!reader thoughts.

tags/warnings; drake mention(scary), luke holding reader like that one scene in catch me if you can, luke has rings, toxic!luke, shotgunning/alcohol usage, weed/drug usage/luke insists he blows smoke into ur mouth, softie!luke at the end, suggestive content ahead‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i know i was just preaching about loser!luke but PLEASEEEEE LET ME FUCKING COOK HERE also LOOK AWAY IF YOU KNOW ME PLEASEEE😭😭

—

—mean!Luke who blows smoke into your mouth!!!

“c’mon, baby. it won’t be too much f’you.”

luke went on, the burning joint between his fingers. the smell was too much, even with the cars windows rolled down. sitting in an empty parking lot, trust issues by drake blasting at 2AM wasn’t the ideal situation for you.

you shook your head, turning your head away from him. a hum of disapproval left your throat, earning a raspy chuckle from him.

“i told you, ‘m alright.”

“please? it won’t hurt ya.”

you huffed, adjusting your position, leaning farther away from him. until you felt his hands firmly grip your chin, forcibly turning your head toward him.

“i’ll do all the work—all you’d need to do is breath in, princess.”

luke’s pupils were dilated and the white in his eyes now a light red. he had a loopy grin on his face, his eyes seemingly scanning every inch of you. he moved his knee further up, going between your legs.

you, being a flustered mess, slowly opened your mouth slightly. luke laughed at you, quite rude in your opinion. he took a drag from the blunt, holding the smoke in his lung for a moment.

luke’s grip on your chin didn’t falter once.

“remember, breath in.”

he mumbled, pulling your face closer. luke exhaled as you inhaled, the smoke causing your eyes to water. you mimicked his routine when he had finished inhaling, holding it in for a moment before coughing.

luke snickered as he rubbed your back.

“aw, ‘m sorry. you poor, poor thing. hm? it’s alright. stop bein’ a baby.”

—mean!luke who taught you how to shotgun.

“jus’ like that.”

he muttered, watching over your shoulder with his arms crossed. luke had handed you a can of beer and his ring and told you to shotgun with a grin.

“stab it. right..”

he dragged out before pointing to the bottom of the can, grabbing your wrist to tilt it a certain way.

“there.”

with your lips tightened and a sigh, you pierced through the can with his silver ring. without a second thought, you started downing the beer, trying to ignore the liquid running down your arm.

luke laughed as you tossed the now empty can aside, brushing your hair back. he rubbed your shoulder as you coughed, a scowl on your face. you shook off the beer that still ran down your arm with a groan.

luke finally spoke up, still laughing slightly. his voice was raspy and dragged out, slurring his words.

“look at you. such a big girl now, huh?”

“oh, shut up.”

“make me.”

—mean!luke who makes you beg, despite your pride.

“what was that? i can’t hear you.”

“stop bein’ so mean, luke!”

“i ain’t bein’ mean. you’re jus’ being a baby.”

luke said with a chuckle in his voice, leaning closer toward you. his lips were mere centimetres away from yours as a thumb rubbed your inner thigh, his knee keeping your legs apart.

your lips quivered as you felt his hand go further up your leg, more out of embarrassment than anything.

“luke, please.”

“please, what?”

his smirk was met with silence. he cupped your cheek, pulling you closer toward him as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“go on. call me mean as much as you’d like, doesn’t change what you want. does it?”

“you’re so mean.”

“oh, i know.”

—mean!luke who secretly comforts and praises you behind closed doors.

“i know, i know. ‘m sorry.”

you sniffled as you crawled onto his lap. rain trickled on your cabins windows, thunder quietly striking in the distance. luke shushed you once more, dragging it out longer than the last.

“it’s alright, baby. you’re a strong girl.”

he mumbled into your shoulder as you curled up into a ball, hiding your face in his neck. luke gently held your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin. luke pressed light kisses across your shoulder and neck, mumbling small shushes between them.

moments like these with luke were rarer than you’d like to admit; but they lasted long. they were drawn out. you’ve always suspected it was for more of your own pleasure than for luke’s.

“i’ll make sure of it.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

you held up a pinky, your head moved slightly just enough to see him take his hand off your hip to link your pinkies together. luke kissed the back of your hand before going back to holding your waist. the rain becoming the only sound to fill the room as your sniffles stopped.

[sophiethewitch1]

How would you rate them? From decent to most pathetic.(crying, sobbing, whimpering, completely delusional--),❤️

Oddly enough, Jason's the most normal. That is, with you around. We all know how he normally acts (blatant self destructive behaviour, prone to outbursts) but with you nearby he has the patience of a Tibetan monk.

Probably next would be Damian as he has 100% confidence in himself that he will capture your heart (delusional). You'd think he'd be a bit more pathetic but he plays it with such a straight face all you end up feeling is confused.

Tim is the second to last, as he feels the same way about you as his caffeine addiction. Absolutely needs to have access to you or some way of watching you constantly or he loses his silly little mind. Scratching at the walls desperate if you manage to get outside his purview.

And finally we have Dick, who will cry at the first sign you're upset with him. Like, sobbing whimpering on the floor begging you to forgive him. I'm only joking a little, he seriously needs to get a grip.

[corpsentry]

breaking the law and outing myself on the internet because i'm showcasing my senior dance thesis on april 28 at 6:30 and 8:30 pm Eastern Standard Time and i want You to see it

we don't have a livestream link yet but we will. in the meantime look at these cool posters and this cool blurb. ok now save the date SEE YOU SOON

[s1mpactafterhours]

ok so i did a variation of this over on the sfw genshin main BUT i also wanted to make a filthy version too bc like my brain's been wandering- but anyway.. hear me out 🗣👏🏻

al-haitham coming home and barging into his housemate's room to tell him something or ask about something (etc etc) and accidentally walking in on kaveh absolutely plowing you, like you're both going at it hard until you suddenly hear the door open. (kaveh had assured you he wasn't supposed to be home until much, much later!) and so you're just desperately trying to cover up or hide or something, anything- but kaveh's noticed the way al-haitham looks at you, even if the man himself has no idea yet, so he just keeps going at it, witness be damned. al-haitham makes some offhand remark about how neither of you have any decency, but if he weren't wearing those damned headphone looking contraptions you'd be able to see just how red his ears were.

this is unfortunately how he begins to come to terms with his attraction to you, and unknowingly begins his learnings of the ways of heartache. kaveh pays this no mind, feeling that he's finally got the upper hand on his smart ass, seemingly unshakeable housemate. he's on a mission to make you scream his name, as many times as possible, as loud as possible. at some point, though neither of you hear it, al-haitham just ends up slamming the door on his way out, leaving to go to the library or literally anywhere else.... but not before guiltily rubbing one out. you two provided the perfect background noises he never knew he needed, but more importantly, it was your moans that were driving him insane. how would you sound screaming out his name all night long instead?

so off he goes to busy himself with work, so much work, so much that he ends up taking on extra work just to distract himself from the honeymoon phase you're both in, and the way kaveh just can't seem to stop showing you off in front of him. he can already tell the latter is doing so on purpose, but he refuses to let the blonde get the better of him. you're aware that something is going on, but attribute it to their weird relationship and how they're just always fighting.. though it has been awfully quiet lately, and you're starting to get suspicious. kaveh is quick to assure you that al-haitham is just very busy with work, and he's even quicker to get handsy with you. cuddles while he works on his projects, hands on across your shoulders or thighs at dinner, all the nights you two fuck your stress out before collapsing together in bed.. you're far too entranced by your seemingly sickly sweet lover to see through the haze, but it's always harder to think straight when you're getting your back blown out (or blowing him out-) ..and so, you don't.

and even as al-haitham has time to get himself back together, he can't help but wonder if maybe things would have turned out differently had he been more aware of his own feelings. if he had asked you out first, would that be how the both of you would be now? or had you always only had eyes for kaveh? the questions that used to keep him up at night become mindless chatter as he tries (and fails) to block you both out on the other side of unfortunately thin walls. but life goes on, and so does your relationship, and before you all know it, you're making plans to move in together, to share your lives together, and suddenly al-haitham finally knows what loneliness feels like.. all alone in a house that used to house shenanigans for three. he's not sure if he'll bother looking for a new roommate now that he's been promoted, but sometimes he can't help but wish he could share the news with you both, and how he misses your antics and smile and.... he belatedly begins to realize he misses kaveh too. in which a new set of questions unlocks thoughts he'd never even considered... had he harbored feelings for you all this time, or was he instead projecting because he was jealous... and falling in love with his own roommate all this time?

[groovinrightalong]

My hand slipped.

Before anybody comes for me, yes some are quotes from the movies, this is like 2002 and they’re nerds so they’ve seen Fellowship of the Ring like a billion times.

[astrobei]

been working on exes fic again

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

-

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and started hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

[updownlately]

i don't wanna be twenty-somethin' (and still in my head)

| alessia russo x reader | a/n: this blurb is technically a sequel to this fic, so go check that out first if you want :)

~~~

They said heartbreak was for your twenties. You were told it would build character. That the first one was unavoidable, that it would feel unbearable but you'd make it out alive. That your friends would get you through it, terrible rom-coms and tubs of ice-cream accompanying your nights. They said you'd be okay eventually.

What they didn't tell you though, was how bad your heart would ache, nearly ripping itself out of your chest. They didn't mention how the hole she had left would tear itself open just a little bit more each time you saw her at her last few practices. No one spoke a word about how the nights you spent laying together, talking about your future at United would become a distant memory, one you desperately wished to forget yet wanted to sear into the cracks of your soul.

Your hometown friends reassured you they would be with you every step of the way. Teammates you both shared promised they wouldn't pick sides, choosing instead to support the both of you the best they could. Both mentioned that they wouldn't let you suffer alone, neither of you, being there for you in every and any way possible.

Yet, when the nights came, and you longed to be solely in her arms, chasing the familiar strawberry scent that was nearly faded from your shirts, you knew they couldn't help you. Not when the only person you craved, longed for, needed, was the one person who didn't stick around. Not when she decided that moving three hours away was something worth throwing your relationship away over. Not when she took your heart with her, leaving you with just damaged and bruised tissue.

And when the mornings came and no one was there to wake you up, cold sheets, her forgotten favourite t-shirt and an abandoned apartment your only companions, you gently shushed your shattered heart.

Without fail, like the countless mornings of the past few months, you let yourself fall back into the sheets, wishing that she was here beside you. That she hadn't actually left and it was just a terrible nightmare. You wished that she had stayed. That you could've worked it out. That, maybe, just maybe, your love could have been enough.

Instead though, prayers unheard, you were left here - twenty-something, nursing a broken heart in an apartment that was never meant to be just yours, wondering what she was doing now.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 1 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - SFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a small oneshot blurb, but a lovely follower requested a continuation, and you can find it here! I'm so excited to have given this a title, and there will be more to this story. 😎 Thank you to all who have enjoyed my work so far. You inspire me to keep writing, and I love you very much!

"Go fish out the change that kid dropped in the deep end. I don't want to wash my hair again." Billy was crunching potato chips in the shade as he barked orders at you while you were both supposed to be closing the Hawkins Pool. Typically you ignored him, but it was just the two of you for the end of the shift, the work needed to be done, and you knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You rolled your eyes and took the plunge just to get it over with.

--

"Put the cover on so we can get out of here." He didn't even look at you while he spoke this time. You finally had enough of him telling you what to do, so you stormed over to him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Billy's eyes snapped up to meet yours. You held your ground, standing with your hands on your hips, not breaking the stare. "What? Big, strong Billy Hargrove can't put the cover on the pool all on his own?" His blue eyes darkened like the sky before a storm, and he started to take slow, methodical steps toward you.

"What did you say?" He was trying to intimidate you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this game.

"You heard me, Billy," you replied as he continued toward you until he stood right in front of you, your faces just inches apart. He jutted his chin upwards slightly and scoffed.

"No one tells me what to do, princess. Now go cover the damn pool so we can get out of here." The nickname sent a jolt through your stomach and up your chest -- electric butterflies.

"You've been ordering me around all day, and I'm so tired --" Billy put two fingers up against your lips and stopped you mid sentence. What the hell was he doing?

"Open," he demanded, his eye contact unwavering. You felt fire rise to your cheeks as you obeyed without question. He ran the pads of his pointer and middle fingers along the top of your silky, wet tongue back and forth, and slowly pulled them back out again.

"See," he started, tilting your chin up and running his thumb along your lower lip, cleaning up a small spot of escaped saliva, "you do know how to listen." Your mouth snapped closed when you realized what he had just done to you, and your trance was broken.

"That's not fair," you pouted, your brows furrowing as you took a step back. Billy donned his signature smirk and unwrapped a piece of gum, the scents of mint, chlorine, and Paco Rabanne pour homme pulling you back under his spell like a moth to a flame. He turned on his heel and strutted back toward the office, leaving you standing there to process what had just happened.

"Pool cover, princess!" His harsh tone made it obvious that you would still be receiving no help from him despite your attempt at leveling the field. Why did you obey him? Defeated and mortified, you left your desires to swirl around in your mind, reluctantly sauntering over to the cover and rolling out the long mat onto the top of the pool.

PART TWO ❤️‍🔥

[therealslimshakespeare]

Thanks for the tag, sweet @softspeirs ! I’ve got way too many going but I stuck with the one Google docs said I had indeed touched last 🤓 no pressure tags: @blurredcolour @whirlpool-blogs @prompted-wordsmith

rules: share the last line you've written, then tag some people, and have fun.

Lu makes excellent time, however, and it is with a small twinge of guest-guilt that she wheels the car into his drive a good twenty minutes before their agreed on time. She supposed she could wait in the drive until he came home from work, enjoy the sunshine and windy coolness of a northern state in late August, she doesn’t know the town and she doesn’t feel like exploring.

The plan fails right away as upon turning into his drive she sees the garage is open, and having intruded this confidently so far, she shuts off the engine and steps out of the car right as Benny Demarco slithers his jean clad self out from under his pristine red corvette in absolute surprise.

Her first thought is how healthy he looks. Here in the fresh air, skin glowing and cheeks back to a healthy fullness, and it all contrasts so strongly to his state of undress, ratty shirt undone and a sweat soaked singlet— it’s entirely like the stalag and yet, it’s not. And Lu allows herself a self soothing catalog of the improvements peacetime has made in Captain Demarco.