My name is Pax, feel free to call me Paxie. This is my blog! I’m 26 years old, I like video games and music, and my pronouns are they/them. Sometimes I even write :)
5010 words that I wrote in my free time. There might be mistakes but this was so purely for fun- if it gets some hits though I may end up making a couple more chapters to it. I feel like I'm back in 2016 you guys, I hope you enjoy. (THIS WILL BE ON A03 AS SOON AS I GET AN ACCOUNT)
Trigger warning!! Drugs and sesbian lex!! ft. some angst because who am I if I don't throw some in there for fun :3
Mandy didn’t do drugs.
Well. Blonde Blazer didn’t. That was her image, right? Along with the powers that didn’t really allow her to feel anything to do with substance abuse. She was never really able to even think about it.
The Z-Team had actually gotten her to go out. Mandy had been a party girl in the suit, but everyone thought maybe taking her out as herself would make her feel better. She’s actually surprised that it did in fact, make her feel better. Courtney of course had an even better way to make her feel better, and it had to do with the small white tablet she was flipping around between her pointer and thumb.
What could go wrong?
“I’ll help you through it.” Courtney had the tablet in her hand as both of them swayed across the dance floor together. “I’ll have my eye on you the whole night, hell I’ll even go tell Robert what we’re doing if it makes you feel better.”
“Telling Robert actually kind of makes me feel worse, but thanks.” Mandy looked down at the pill that Courtney had now held in front of her, back up to Courtney’s eyes. She was wildly unimpressed.
“Open your mouth.”
As if those were the magic words she opened her mouth, and Courtney’s finger softly placed the white tablet on her tongue.
“Swallow.”
With a sip of water, it’s down. There was no going back now.
Mandy made the best of it, because moving on the dance floor had to be better than trying to understand when the pill was going to kick in. Her mind was half convinced that Courtney was playing a cruel joke on her.
She checked in with Melevola, who was holding back Sonar from doing a dump. Next was Punch Up and Coup, making out in a back booth. There was little to no surprise there. So she was headed back to the bar, her drink in hand.
A flash of purple and Courtney is back. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m having a great time.” Mandy shrugged her shoulders as she leaned against the bar. It wasn’t really a lie, she actually was having a good time. Even if she was kind of concerned about the people around her, the music was nice, the people around her were really nice.
Courtney's eyes flashed up and down because she had gone out of her way to dress her. A black crop top, a pair of ripped jeans, combat boots. A basic outfit that still highlighted every part of Mandy’s body perfectly. A moment of weakness before she’s made eye contact again, crossing her arms over her chest.
“How good of a time?” Courtney inquired further, leaning in slightly.
Mandy let her shoulders relax with a laugh, turning her head to look at the girl standing next to her. Courtney was in her usual, purple jacket thrown over that ripped crop top she refused to replace.
Except this time it doesn’t feel the same.
Mandy always liked Courtney. Enough to keep her on the team even with her dumb mistakes, her stupid jokes. The girl was a degenerate. Mandy couldn’t help but enjoy it a little.
When she’s staring her down though, she is not straying away from looking at every part of her. She’s fucking beautiful. Like all the lights are directly shining down on her. It made Mandy’s chest tighten as she put her drink down on the bar before turning back to her friend.
“Have I ever told you that you’re pretty?”
Courtney nodded her head with a laugh, “okay yeah it’s kicking in.”
“No seriously like you’re fucking gorgeous.” Mandy leaned in, putting her hand on Courtney’s shoulder. “Also I can’t believe the way you took a bullet for Robert. That shit was kind of hot.”
Courtney freezed at the compliment, because Mandy was always the one to give them out. Not really the type of person to be so blunt though.
“You should see what I’m like protecting puppies, might have to change your panties.”
It actually made Mandy laugh. Her hand still on her shoulder, leaned forward. “Alright, fair enough. I’ll make sure that you get on a mission with cameras so I can watch.” Mandy’s hand wrapped into Courtney’s own to take her onto the dance floor.
Part of her feels like she’s taking advantage of her boss right now. Enjoying how Mandy’s hands force her to help spin her into a circle, her body moving back and forth to the music. It actually made Courtney’s mouth dry with the way that those hips swayed, and the way that suddenly Mandy’s arms were wrapped around the back of her neck.
Bright lights, loud music, and Courtney. It’s like the girl is in the spotlight, and she’s infatuated in a way she’s never been before. Like she’s supposed to be here with her. “Fuck this shit is good.”
“You’re cursing, you must feel like a million bucks.” Courtney snorted as her hands wandered down Mandy’s sides, her finger tips resting softly on the curves of her hips. “Be careful now Mandy, keep grinding on me like this and I might think you’re interested in women.”
“I am.” Mandy didn’t even hesitate. She didn’t even think about it as her arms tense just slightly, her eyes wandering down to Courtney’s lips and then back to the brown eyes that are staring at her. “I just haven’t felt comfortable enough to do anything. Too much work and shit to have anything with anyone. Do you know how hard it is to get laid at a desk job?”
“It would probably help if you weren’t so awkward,” Courtney swayed Mandy from left to right, her own cares being thrown out the window. “Did you know you’re hot when you’re honest?”
“You want me to be really honest?”
Courtney was going to react with a snarky stupid joke. It doesn’t get to come out though as a pair of lips crash into her own, Mandy’s arms pulling her as close as possible.
It feels so perfect. Everything feels like it slides into place as lips push together, soon turning into their tongues sliding together for a moment before they pull away. “I’ve always liked you, Visi. Even when I was pissed at you I still wanted you on the team. I wasn’t gonna let Robert kick you.”
“Really?” Courtney could not be more happy they were under club lights because she’s all too vulnerable right now. Her cheeks would probably show a slight shade of pink. Something that didn’t happen very often. “That fucking rocks, dude.”
They both laughed as they leaned in for more kisses. It didn’t really matter that everyone was around them cheering. It didn’t really matter that their hands were wandering in the middle of the dance floor.
“As good as this makes me feel. I’m not really into public sex.” Mandy pulled away, licking her bottom lip. “Would you mind taking this somewhere a little more-“
“Fuckable?”
“I was going to say maybe private. But yeah, fuckable, let’s go with that.”
“Fuck sounds nice coming out of your mouth. You should say it more often.” Courtney’s hand wrapped around one of Mandy’s wrists as they slid out of the scene.
Thank god they live together. There was no arguing about where they should go, and instead it’s a simple uber ride back to their place. They don’t let their hands stop though, they don’t pull away in the back seat even though they should.
They never go further than hands though, Mandy won’t even let Courtney’s hand slid against her thigh. “Not in the back seat.”
“Prude.” Courtney grunted against Mandy’s lips as Mandy pushed her against the door. “You’ll make out with me in the back of a car but you won’t even let me touch your pussy?”
“I’m gonna let you touch it when we get home, can that not be enough for you?” Mandy’s voice was frustrated as she held Courtney’s hands to the sides of her body. Her mouth wanders down the side of her neck, teeth finding the soft spots and lightly biting at them.
“Not when I’d like to eat your box like… right now. As soon as possible. Actually.” Courtney leaned her head to the side, her hips grinding against the leather seat as Mandy’s canines bite into the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.
The uber driver yells some incoherent words they both didn’t care to listen to as they arrive at their apartment. Mandy isn’t just leading Courtney into the door, she's actually shoving her. Part of Courtney is happy that the woman didn’t have a hold of her damn amulet. She’d be thrown through a wall.
It’s when the apartment door clicked that Courtney knew she was screwed though. Mandy had her hands all over her like she owned her, running up her stomach and over her breasts. The woman’s frame even unsuited was still broad, strong, easily placing Courtney where she wanted her.
“You are so gorgeous.” She mumbled as her hands messily found the sides of the purple jacket, tugging it off in a simple swoop.
Courtney grunted as her back was pushed into the wall. “You told me that already, idiot.” She knew it was the drugs but it’s not like a part of her wasn’t flattered by the words. “If you’re gonna praise me you could at least do a better job.”
Mandy took that a little too seriously. “I’m also really proud of you for actually putting in the effort of becoming a better person.” Mandy’s lips pressed back into Courtney’s for a moment before she stepped back, blue eyes half lidded. “Protecting Robert and actually listening to him was a big step for you.”
If either of them were sober right now, this wouldn’t be happening. Courtney still wanted to punch Mandy in the gut for the sappy speech but another part of her feels warm. A deep stirring that caused her to just… listen to Mandy’s words.
“I’m not calling you Mommy.”
Mandy slapped her arm playfully, “I’m not going to make you call me Mommy? Why the hell would I do that?”
“You have Mommy vibes, you know like I’m gonna be all sweet and take care of you vibes. I don’t want to be taken care of. I want you to fuck me until I cry.”
“Do I not look like I could fuck you until you cry?”
“No im-“ Courtney sighed as she put her hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m literally telling you, why would I be telling you if I didn’t think you could, fucking dork.”
It started to not matter much as Courtney’s hands were pinned above her head, Mandy’s teeth biting into her neck again. Hot kisses trailed down to her collar bone before Mandy stopped, her hands grabbing Courtney and spinning her around.
“What are you do-”
Her pants and under were around her ankles. She’s painfully exposed to air at that moment, and Mandy’s hands were exploring over her ass.
“The idea was for me to fuck you, right?” It wasn’t Mandy’s usual tone. It wasn’t even usually her own speed. She didn’t really seem to care at the moment though as her hand cups the warmth between Courtney’s legs for just a moment. “Is this not what you want?”
Courtney arched her back to the fingers exploring the slick she had produced in the car ride. “It’s exactly what I want. Just wasn’t expecting you to- fuck.” Two of Mandy’s fingers were opening her now. “Jesus could have at least started me out with one.”
“You’re wet enough for two. There’s not much resistance happening here.”
It was true. Mandy’s fingers were sliding in and out slowly with ease. Courtney felt herself melting against the wall, mouth hanging open as Mandy sped her digits up faster, her hand coming up and pressing Courtney’s face harder into the wall.
“Oh. My god.” Courtney had never come without some sort of stimulation. There was something about this though. Maybe it was because Mandy seemed so docile most of the time, like a tamed animal. She barked orders but it was never like it was anything more than orders.
“I assume you like to feel used. The way you’re dripping on my fingers.” Mandy used the hand that was holding her head against the wall to yank her back by the hair. “I’m not even rubbing you off and you’re moaning like a bitch. Where the hell is that mouth of yours when you need it?”
Courtney chokes on a moan, her hands braced up against the wall as her entire body shakes with each cough after it. Mandy almost instantly pulled her fingers away, running over to the purple jacket on the floor.
“Are you okay?” Her tone is soft, her hand reaching out and cupping Courtney’s arm as the other places the rescue inhaler in her hand.
Courtney breathes in the medicine and within a couple seconds she’s breathing heavily against the wall. “I was having the time of my life. Thanks for asking.” She turned herself so she could see Mandy, taking her features. She’s flushed with a smile on her face, her hand still planted on Courtney’s arm.
“Do I continue or do I-“ she pointed up and down Courtney’s body. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Oh my god you’re hopeless.” Courtney grabbed Mandy’s hand and brought it back between her legs, pulling her close.
Mandy’s fingers instantly slid back in with ease, causing Courtney’s body to relax back into bliss. “Oh fuck yeah that’s the spot.”
“I am not hopeless.” Mandy grunted as her hand gently wrapped around Courtney’s throat. Not enough to choke her. Yet. Just enough to map out the spots where her fingers are supposed to press. “I’m gentle and caring. Not really your type.”
“And yet here you are with your fingers inside me. I must be desperate.” Courtney’s breath hitched at the soft warm fingertips skimming the sides of her neck.
“Poor little thing subjugated to fucking her boss. A pity.” Mandy grunted as she angled her fingers a little to really find the spot she’s looking for. Courtney is stunned at the response- at whatever confidence Mandy has started to show. “Just be glad my goal here is to make you come against our living room wall.”
Courtney leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes screwing shut. Mandy’s fingers are still against her pulse point, her thumb on the other side of her neck. Before Courtney knew it, the blood that was once rushing to her head was getting cut off.
“Oh. Oh…” she’s angling her hips off the wall, stunned whimpers spilling from her lips. When Mandy’s hand loosens she entire body shivers before her blood flow is cut off again.
“You know as a super hero you start to find people’s weak points.” Mandy started to explain, her thumb gently and carefully running over Courtney’s clit as her fingers continued working. “It almost becomes a second sense between making sure someone comes out alive or dead.”
“What’s your plan for me?” Courtney’s hand comes up to grip around the wrist of the hand around her neck. It wasn’t to stop it, but almost to make sure it didn’t pull away.
Mandy’s hand loosened and suddenly Courtney could feel every pulse in her body. The thumb on her clit sent her nearly flying over the edge before Mandy’s fingers dug into the spots again. Just a little more rough.
“To make you come, dumbass.”
Being called a dumbass shouldn’t have led Courtney off the edge. It shouldn’t have made her legs tremble when her pulse points were released.
It did though. Her entire body flooded with a feeling her own hand could never give her. She was yelling Mandy’s name like a prayer, her entire body coming down from something beyond earth shattering.
“Mandy, where the hell do you learn this shit?” Courtney’s voice was raspy as she tried to level her breathing, noting that this entire time her hand still had her inhaler gripped. Like a life line.
Mandy’s thumb traced a vein on Courtney’s neck, “I don’t know. I read a lot of books.”
“Here I thought you were a fan of BDSM.” Courtney’s hand slowly moved Mandy’s own away from her neck. “Maybe that’s just me.”
“You don’t think you’re done yet, do you?”
Courtney’s knees buckled just slightly at the tone Mandy had given her. “Then tell me what I do next, smartass.”
Mandy scoffed as she started undoing the belt that was holding up her ripped jeans. “You are such a brat.” She whispered as the belt fell to the floor. “If my plan wasn’t to have you on your knees eating me out, I would think about gagging you with that thing.
She made Courtney watch as she got undressed. Her shirt came off with agonizing slowness as her eyes never leave Courtney’s own. “I’m not one to toot my own horn but I think you should get over here and pay me back before I make you do extra work.”
“Oh power play looks so good on you.” Courtney mumbled as she slowly fell on her knees in front of Mandy. Her lips pressed against her inner thigh, brown eyes looking upwards.
“Good g- OUCH!” As Mandy looked down, Courtney is sinking her teeth into her thigh. “No. Bad. Girl. Bad girl.”
“Don’t call me good and don’t get sappy on me.” She growled under her breath, moving her face away. “Also it’s pay back for the hickies on my neck.”
Mandy grunted as she felt the sharp pain radiate through her leg, but with how turned on she is, the pulsing started feeling like pleasure. It’s mixed with the feeling of Courtney’s breath directly on the wet patch on her underwear, where she was actually yearning the most.
“Get on with it. Don’t make me wait all night.” Mandy’s hand came down, fingers slipping into that dark purple hair. Courtney gave her a glare, but moved anyway. Her fingers hooked into the band of the underwear, pulling it down to Mandy’s knees as her mouth moved upwards.
“You’re lucky I enjoy being bossed around.” Courtney whispered as she basically dived in, tongue slipping through Mandy’s arousal.
“One you don’t.” Mandy’s eyes fluttered close as Courtney continued swirling her tongue around her clit, sucking it slightly between her lips. “Two. God you are so fucking good at that.”
“Mmmf.” Courtney moved her head so her lips can wrap around the bundle of nerves a little better. Her hands ran up Mandy’s thighs before she grabbed them, almost like she was trying to pull Mandy closer to.
“Oh my god.” Mandy whispered as her hips rock, her whole body shaking. Courtney is surprised Mandy is already so close, basically humping her face in response to stimulation. “If you even stop I’m going to fire you. I will actually fire you-“
Nails scraped the back of her thigh and Mandy almost fell over, a whimper leaving her lips.
Her hand is planted in Courtney’s hair as she moved in short movements, eyes screwed shut. “I’m so sorry I’m already so close-“
Nails dug deeper, as if it’s Courtney’s only way of communication in the moment.
When Mandy’s eyes open under her is… nothing. Courtney was so concentrated on pleasing her that she’s invisible, and Mandy is losing a race against her own body.
She came. Hard. Courtney still moving her tongue so much Mandy has to smack her on the top of the head to tell her to stop. “Came- already. Ouch. Sensitive.” Words came out like she just started speaking, half bent over with her hand around her stomach.
“That was fucking hot.” Courtney leaned back on her hands on the floor, her chest heaving from the workout. Her lips shined before her tongue slowly ran over them, licking whatever was left of Mandy off her lips. “You’re fucking hot.”
Mandy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips this time. No rough play. No trying to start anything. Just a simple soft kiss.
“We should shower.”
“We?” Courtney looked up at Mandy, brown eyes soft- confused almost.
Mandy held her hand out to help the other girl up, her arm sliding across her waist as she finally rose to her feet. “Yeah, I mean- if you don’t want to, that's fine.”
“No no I want to… I guess?” Courtney stepped away for a second to look at the scene of their home. Clothing sprawled across the floor, a belt here, even her inhaler was thrown down somewhere. “This is just new, I guess.”
“Well this is the reward for being one of the good guys I guess.” Mandy’s hand slipped into her own, intertwining their fingers as they stepped towards the bathroom. “I’m surprised I didn’t get punched for that one.”
Courtney laughed- actually laughed. Like she was amused about it. Mandy being so gentle like this. So… Mandy.
“No, I think the bite mark was enough.” Courtney eyed it as Mandy slid off her bra, her other hand turning on the shower. “But don’t think you’re off the hook.”
Courtney eyed Mandy’s back as she got the shower ready, and as she slowly turned. “Stunned?”
“Admiring, dick.”
“Take the rest of your clothing off. You look ridiculous standing there in just your shirt.” Mandy slipped behind the shower curtain, her body almost immediately relaxing under the water. “Holy shit this feels fucking amazing.”
Courtney took the rest of her clothing off slowly. As if she planned each step. She wants Mandy’s body pressed against her own again. It’s the first time she’s ever actually yearned for something. Robert was fun but this was something so much deeper than that.
Or maybe it was the drugs. She was too high to tell.
So she slid behind the shower curtain, met with Mandy standing there like a goddess under the shower water. Her brown hair stuck half to her face, her hands ran up the sides of her arms. She’s the prettiest thing that Courtney had ever seen.
Mandy was the first to speak, “this is nice.”
Courtney moved forward, cupping Mandy’s cheek and kissing her. Then she kissed her again. “I don’t know what to say in moments like these.”
“Mhm, I don’t mind.” Mandy’s eyes are soft, her arms resting on Courtney’s shoulders.
They both stood there for a long time. They traced each other's shapes, the steam from the warm water wrapping around them. Until finally Mandy turned around, searching through the small shower basket where all their stuff was kept.
Mandy grabbed a shampoo bottle, spilling some in her hand before she started massaging Courtney’s scalp. “It’s weird seeing you relax- I don’t know if I ever have.”
Courtney didn't respond. Mandy figured this was a better outcome than getting punched.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get sappy. I just feel different right now.” Mandy’s voice was hardly a whisper as her fingers massage, bringing the other body under the water.
“Im used to having sex on this shit. I’m not used to having feelings on it.” Courtney almost snapped the way her voice came out. Mandy’s hands never stopped though, she never backed away. “But, I think you’re nice and soft. Or whatever. You’ve always taken care of me, gave me a place to live and a job.” Her voice was interrupted by water spraying in her face. They both let out a small laugh.
“Yeah I get it.” Mandy shrugged her shoulders as she searched for the conditioner. “I always knew there was something different about you. I think you’ve always wanted to do the right thing. Just needed.. the right people.”
Courtney shoved her head under the water in response to the words, looking back over her shoulder at Mandy standing there. “I really want to hit you so bad right now, I hate it when you talk about feelings.”
“People really need to start taking into account that our benefits cover therapy.” Mandy stretched her arms over her head as she grabbed the shampoo bottle again, putting some in her own hand.
Courtney reached out, grabbing the white liquid from her hand stepping forward. “This looks like cum.”
“Can you not be horny for more than ten minutes?” Mandy is shocked when Courtney’s fingertips press into her hair, starting to massage her own scalp. “Oh that's good.”
Courtney stood on her toes a little so she can slowly work her way around Mandy’s head. It’s messy, her movements unnatural as she tried to be gentle. She had never been gentle before. “Am I doing this right?”
“Visi, it’s putting soap in my hair. It’s not rocket science.” Mandy brought her own hands up towards where Courtney’s are in her hair. She used her own hands to guide them softer across her head, her blue eyes locked on Courtney’s concentrated features. “You’re doing fine.”
They ended up washing their own bodies, even if it was hard for them to keep their hands off one another. Mandy could still admire from the other side of the small shower. It felt oddly perfect, the running water, the way that they were just both… there. Like it was really meant to be that way.
Mandy liked this feeling. Like she belonged to something more than just a logo, or an ego. Like she was being loved for her core self. She liked being Mandy more than she’s ever enjoyed being Blazer, even if she did kind of miss her powers.
It felt like before they knew it, they were both laying in Mandy’s bed. The sheets were a silk that Courtney could never get behind, but it didn’t stop from laying against Mandy’s side, scrolling through her phone.
“You lay on me like a cat.” Mandy mumbled as her hand slowly came down, playing with the purple strands of wet hair that laid across Courtney’s face. Courtney’s head was against her stomach, the rest of her body curled into a ball.
Courtney looked upwards before she moved to get a cigarette she’d brought in. “You’ve always said you’ve wanted a house pet, I’m just testing the waters.”
“Smoke near the windows please.”
“Oh so the drugs don’t make you less of a prude.” Courtney slid her legs off the bed and walked towards one of the windows, looking down at the road.
Mandy laughed as she flicked open her phone, scrolling through her usual news feed. “Just because I feel like I had an orgasm so good I saw god doesn’t mean I want second hand smoke.”
“You know, you should really see what I’m like on speed.” Courtney waved her hand as she lit her cigarette, her hand coming out and pushing up the window. “I go crazy on that kind of shit.”
Mandy’s hand played with the silk sheets as she flicked through different headlines. They for once don’t really bother her, in fact they almost bored her. All about the lack of the suit, the fact that Chase was actually alive, the idea that Robert had arrested the worst criminal in LA. Nothing she hadn’t read before.
Instead she put her phone down, laying on her side so she can look over at the other body that was in her room. Courtney sat with a light in her mouth, looking out the window. Mandy paused for only a moment before she grabbed her phone to bring it up, snapping a quick picture.
“It’s illegal to take pictures without consent, Mandy.”
Mandy waved her hand like she didn’t care, rolling on her back with a smile. The picture looked like one of those ones you find on a pinterest board. She tapped a few more times to set it as her lockscreen, opening her phone back up to look at it.
“You can’t be mad at me for wanting to have a photo of you actually looking happy, for once.” She stared at the picture like she couldn’t take her eyes off it. “The only other one I have is the one where there’s a damn bullet wound in your shoulder with the rest of the Z-Team.”
Courtney flicked ash out the window with a smoke ring leaving her lips, “you’re a sucker, I have my own boss wrapped around my finger.”
“Oh please.” Mandy’s head is still laying on the bed as her blue eyes find Courtney by the window. “As if I couldn’t have you on your knees begging again, we all know who’s in charge around here.”
Courtney sighed as she put the rest of her smoke out on her hand before walking back over to Mandy, her body flopping down on the bed. “Shut up.”
“And she’s defeated, I can tell because she has nothing else to say.” Mandy’s hand reached out to grab around Courtney’s waist, bringing her in close to her body. She buried her head against her shoulder blade, giving it a soft kiss.
It felt like hot bile rising in her throat, but Courtney didn’t move. Instead she moved her legs to find Mandy’s own, tangling them together. Her hands wandered over the ones that are on her hips and she sighed.
“I’m really tired.” She was hoping Mandy couldn’t tell it was slightly a lie. An excuse for the lights to be off at the very least. “Do you think we could catch a few hours of sleep before this shit wears off?”
Mandy shifted to turn the lights off before she returned to her spot, arms settled around Courtney again. “Of course.” She whispered against the girl's shoulder blade, her eyes fluttering shut- she was more tired than she thought she was. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
When the morning comes, Mandy is the only one that is left in her bed.
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