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do-it-for-the-fandom · 1 year

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Fic prompt: undercover kiss set sometime at the end of s4 🙌🏻👏🏻

Could-be-canon insert between 4x19 (47 Seconds) and 4x20 (The Limey).

Was also given a word of the day (like, two months ago, sorry) which was "rough". So, here you go: two birds with one stone!

Rough.

She hadn't expected it; the way he slammed her back against the wall. The force of impact caused her to bite down on his lip and she could taste the blood it drew.

She wanted to apologise, but he was unrelenting and she couldn't pull away, couldn't stop. She ran her tongue over the wound to soothe his pain and the guttural moan she incited was like a drug: instantaneously, she was hooked.

His kiss was rough and bruising, like the raw brick he had her pinned to.

His tongue as angry and forceful, as his words had been just moments ago.

What they had been fighting about, she wasn't quite sure. Everything, it seemed.

These past few days nothing was the same as it had been before and she didn't know why. She didn't understand what she had done, how she had hurt him. All she knew was that this felt an awful lot like the beginning of the end.

And that hurt.

Her skin scraped along the porous wall as he leant further into her. His knee slipped in between hers, forcing her legs to part for him; not that she would have denied him, anyway.

Better judgement was a thing of the past, doing the right thing wasn't her concern anymore.

She just wanted this closeness, this illusion that everything between them was fine.

She could lie to herself easily enough, she had been doing it for years now.

She had all but abandoned her watch, closing her eyes and shutting out the world around them - including the man they were supposed to be staking out.

But getting caught now would jeopardise their entire case - that is, after all, why they were currently making out in a seedy alleyway behind one of the city's most infamous nightclubs.

Letting their suspect slip through the cracks now would ensure they still had a case tomorrow. That's what she told herself, anyway.

It wasn't at all, not even slightly, because she couldn't focus on anything more than the taste of his mouth.

It wasn't at all, not even slightly, because the coil in her stomach was tightening with each involuntary roll of her hips against his.

It wasn't at all, not even slightly, because his touch had stolen the breath from her lungs and now she was feeling dizzy.

And weak in the knees.

And her heart was racing a million miles an hour.

Too soon, she felt his lips pulling from hers and it took everything in her not to chase them, to reclaim them with the same level of ferity he had shown.

"He's gone," Castle whispered as he stepped out from between her thighs.

The chilled night air filled the space between their bodies, making the loss of his warmth all the more cruel.

His eyes stayed fixed on the dark end of the alley, where their suspect had disappeared into the night, purposefully avoiding hers.

Her arms crossed her torso like a protective shield as she fought to catch her breath.

"Go home, Kate. There's no point in pursuing anymore."

While logic told her he was referring to their suspect; in a relationship built on the precarious foundation of subtext and innuendo, she would never be certain.

"Castle..."

He looked at her, his eyes almost begging her not to continue.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

It was pathetic how broken and needy she sounded, but she didn't care.

She wanted his reassurance, his promise that this wasn't over yet.

That there was still hope.

"Tomorrow."

#castle fanfic #anon prompt #rick castle #kate beckett #undercover kiss #she's not a very good cop in this but idc #let the bad guy get away YOLO #caskett #richard castle #fanfic #kate beckett x richard castle #my drabbles

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zegalba · 1 year

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Undercover: GuruGuru autumn/winter 2006 headpieces by: katsuya kamo

#undercover #guruguru #kiss #jun takahashi #katsuya kamo #mask #black and white #photography #2006

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 1 year

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Undercover Chenford vs. Jake & Sava

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zelda7999 · 1 year

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Horizon and Neon kisses!

@lavenoon Eclipse is just a puppy in love your honour! A puppy with four arms and loves physical contact! :D

#my art #sketchy sketches #doodles!#Luce your Eclipse is my fav #Of all time #I hope you know that <3 #Accidentally Undercover Fanwork #Accidentally Undercover #New Horizons #Agent Neon #Agent Horizon #Accidentally Undercover Eclipse #KISSES #LOOKIT THE KISSES #SMOOCH SMOOCH #MWAH!!!#I love him!#Four arms has been fun #Finding places for all of them XDD

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Accidentally Undercover - They will never stop being a menace, truly <3

#post let luce #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #accidentally undercover #fnaf moon #this is post confession probably and poor moon man is still so smitten seeing their whole face #the boys: now that we all know how we feel about each other we can be so affectionate!#y/n: oh I'm going to be SO annoying #so valid of them I also would tease them if I knew I could #he gets his kiss tho dw #he chases them to his office takes his hat back gets a kiss for his trouble and then they do their report #shenanigans my beloved <3

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taihua · 13 days

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fengqing+11 for the kiss prompt?? <3

11. --in secrecy.

The storeroom is dark and quiet save for their mingling breath, the rustle of fabric and the occasional accidental groan or clack of teeth. The urgency battles against the need to be quiet lest someone walk by and overhear something they're not supposed to hear--

"We shouldn't," Feng Xin whispers as Mu Qing's hands find their way to his belt. His fingers latch around Mu Qing's wrist, although he doesn't make an effort to drag his hand away yet.

"You're so dull," Mu Qing protests, grazing his teeth next to Feng Xin's earring in a way that he knows will make him whine. "That's the whole point. Idiot."

Feng Xin's grip tightens--not painfully so, but Mu Qing bruises as easily as a peach, so he wonders if he'll have marks to complain about in the morning. "Fine. Then stop being so fucking loud."

Well, now he's just asking for it. Mu Qing smirks, knowing Feng Xin won't see the gesture before he trails his lips down to the point where his jaw meets his neck, and sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin.

"Fuck--" Feng Xin's whole body jerks, and he swings his free hand up to clap over his mouth. But the sweeping gesture brings his hand over the storage chest next to them, and the stack of earthenware bowls balancing on top rattles before tipping and crashing over the stone floor in a tremendous explosion.

#fengqing #feng xin #mu qing #tgcf fic #final kiss prompt: IDIOCY!#undercover mission? sneaking away from work? who knows #whatever the situation: they fucked it up

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pchjun · 7 months

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You and the light will always be a beautiful thing to me. One I can only write on the sand of the beaches we used to walk together.

#the ghost of 2am inspiration hit me once again #i think they should kiss #you guys dont understanddd #them as university sweethearts are such a vision #walks on dreary beaches while talking abt nerd stuff are *their* thing #i may have given ludger a jojo like pose im gonna be honest #hes rocking it tho #yes i intentionally did not drew their faces #bc *handwaves in a general direction* symbolism (and i dont wanna draw faces)#casey selmore #ludger cherish #academy's undercover professor #i made this at like 3 am #mayrah mumbles #my art <3

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artistfingers · 2 years

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Doppelgänger [Ao3]

COMBINE COMBINE COMBINE

And thus concludes the Doppelgänger arc! I'm intending for this arc to start the ball rolling on the eventual identity reveal of this AU—because of course, something as fun as an identity reveal has gotta be a multi-arc extravaganza hehehehe.

That said, I plan to do some backfilling on previous parts of the comic before moving forward again. There's so many fun things I want to do with this AU, so thank you to everyone who's joining me for the ride! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[Undercover AU]

#danny phantom #undercover phantom au #undercover comics #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #art scribbles #i have been having a nasty terrible no good last two weeks BUT i had this comic in the coloring stages before all that so hagsdkjfhg #here it is. mwah kiss kiss love you all #dp fanart

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autocrats-in-love · 1 year

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Passion Under Stars

The hero pulled the villain in by their tie. The villain, to their credit, succumbed to the kiss for only a moment before breaking off.

"Do you want to get caught?" they whispered.

The hero gestured to the ball room. People spun around in the room in a complicated pattern of clacking shoes and swishing clothes. High, fast music came from various violins, flutes, clarinets, and a cello at the front of the room. Two figures in dresses flitted past the hero and villain. Their long skirts were squished because of how close they were, but neither tripped as they continued their elegant dance. The villain stopped staring and saw the hero still had their tie in their hand. The villain tried to pull it back, but the hero held on tight.

"Why are you wearing this? you hate suits."

They gestured with their free hand to the villain's attire. Heeled shoes, pants, dress shirt, blazer. The villain wasn't very comfortable, they would admit. They shrugged.

"It's what people wear to these things."

The hero got too close again, and the villain thought they were going in for a kiss once more. The hero saw the villain's face--a mix of panic and excitement--and smiled.

"Relax," they said. "I'm just doing this."

They loosened the villain's tie before yanking it off completely and tossing it to the side, in the direction of the refreshment table. Then, they undid the first two buttons on the villain's shirt. Finally, the hero flattened out their collar and stepped back to inspect their work.

"That's better. Leaves less to the imagination."

"Stop it." the villain did their best to control their blush. "Someone's going to to notice."

The hero did a lazy scan of the room with their eyes. "They seem pretty distracted with their dance."

"If we get caught, we can kiss our jobs goodbye."

"Our jobs wanted us to come here."

"They didn't want us to make out!"

"It was a quick peck!" the hero exclaimed.

They smoothed down their hair and shot the villain an annoyed look.

"See how you're riling me up? We'll be fine."

The villain picked at their already chipping nail polish. They were here to learn this dance. There was a code imbedded in it, the villain's superiors were sure of it. Sending messages through steps. They must be right, because the hero agency sent two counter agents. One of whom had just said they liked seeing more of the villain's skin.

"Do you even know the dance code?"

The hero brought their forefinger and thumb close together. A little bit.

"Honestly, not my department." they replied.

The villain sighed. "How am I supposed to decode it in one night?"

"You can't." the hero responded. "You won't be allowed in to one of these twice in a row. It's a doomed mission."

Great. Then what had been the point of this? The villain's mind gave them an answer in the hero's playful smile. The hero took the villain's hand.

"Come on. Let's get some fresh air."

It's not like they would be missing anything. The dance could be planning their own assasination, and the villain would be none the wiser.

"Sure."

The villain followed the hero to the other room. Here was less crowded, with just a few people laughing on fancy couches with thin champagne flutes in between their fingers. On one side of the room were glass double doors that gave a view of the shimmering moon. The hero forced them open, and pulled the villain after them into the night. Stars twinkled in the sky as the villain and hero ran down the back porch stairs. They discarded their shoes at the bottom steps, and let grass tickle their bare feet. The villain saw a tree facing the moon and casting a shadow under its leaves.

"Let's go there."

The hero grinned. "Aye, aye, captain."

The villain rolled their eyes. They sauntered towards the tree, still holding hands. The music was still audible here, though quiet. More of a whistle through the trees. The flute clashed with the cello in a way that seemed discordant at first, but when you listened for a few more seconds you heard how they flowed around each other beautifully. The villain reached the shadow first, and tugged the hero after them. They leaned against the tree's trunk, and the hero did the same next to them.

"What will your boss think? When you come back with nothing?" the hero asked softly.

The villain let go of their hand to graze their fingers along the low hanging leaves above.

"He won't be happy." the villain admitted.

They bit their lip. "But I'm more worried about him finding out about you. Everything else seems small in comparison."

The hero shifted to face the villain. "Aw, you think that much of me?"

The villain's arm wrapped around the hero's waist. "Yeah, it's embarrassing."

The hero smiled. "Is it weird I'm not worried?"

"About getting caught? Really?"

"I just think we'll figure it out. We can always run away." the hero admitted.

"We have lives here."

"We'll just leave them temporarily. We'll come back."

The villain shook their head. "You are something else."

"I know. It's great."

The villain could barely see. Their eyes moved randomly until they saw the hero's lips. Glossy and slightly parted. They leaned in. The hero responded eagerly and they were kissing. The hero's fingers slipped under the villain's shirt and ghosted along their collarbone. The villain held the hero's face with one hand, and the other squeezed their waist. This night was decidedly not a waste of their time. So distracted was the pair with each other, they didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

A bright light illuminated the hero and villain. They jumped away from each other like they had been burned. The villain's eyes adjusted to the light. There was the hero's sidekick, the other agent sent to stop them, zir hand clutching a flashlight. Ze looked horrified.

Part 2

#ask for a continuation #hero and villain #villain x hero #heroxvillain #kiss #undercover #formal #fancy clothes

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karihighman · 2 years

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL THE ROOKIE S5 TRAILER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙏🙌🫶😍😳⬆️

🎥: ET - article linked here!

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trapezequeen · 3 months

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 6: “Sharing Food” | Fluffy Daya

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sabraeal · 18 days

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Minimum Distance, Chapter 2

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Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024, Championship: Undercover as Lovers

Feathers might settle on silk, but Obi’s heart is still taking flight, pounding in triple time as Doc takes her eyes off him, tipping back her chin to show off the spray of freckles beneath her jaw, right where the most delicate part of her skin stretches to cover her pulse. There’s a part of him that knows he should be worried about the man at the door, that he should already be composing a plan to get not only her but Ryuu out of this house, global lockdown or not, but—

But there’s another, louder part that sees an invitation. That got the fucking Save-the-Date from Doc anteing up that whole dance across the carpet and has some real opinions about just how well her skin would hold a mark. Who is really stumping for him to test some hypotheses about how freckles taste.

Telling it to shut up isn’t hard. Just another Tuesday here in paradise.

“Well…” Her neck stretches just a fit further, straining the limits of her voice, but she finally gets the door in her sight. Takes a minute one she’s got it to worry at her lip, leaving the barest, babiest dints behind, the kind he’d love to feel against his— “I guess I should go get that.”

Obi sits back on his knees, staring. She’s real confident for a girl who wanted to switch rooms one shower ago. “Doc, shouldn’t you— hngh?”

She wriggles, hips not just worming but also squirming right beneath him, and it’s doing something both wonderful and terrible to the wiring up and his brain. Real light show right where his lizard ancestors party down.

Doesn’t mean he was born her bodyguard yesterday though. Grandpa Gator might be personally projecting the world’s sexiest powerpoint presentation, but Obi’s already shifting, one of his thighs catching under hers, trapping it up between his knee and elbow. Gets her wrists for good measure too, both of them bound up in one hand, ignoring her surprised little whine when he pins them to the mattress.

That’s Bodyguarding 101 when it comes to Doc: can’t trust any of those little interested noises when he’s got his hands on her. Her interest in manhandling is purely academic; with only two geriatrics to keep an eye on her as a kid, anything more physical than a side hug registers as a novel experience. A real Only Child Problem.

Imagine that, being the only kid in the house. Absolutely buckwild.

“Wasn’t the whole point of swapping rooms so that you wouldn’t be getting any midnight rendezvous from that creep?” he growls, frustration itching just beneath his skin, deep enough he can’t scratch.

“Well, yes,” she allows, back flat against the mattress. She couldn’t be more thoroughly bed-bound if he tied her to it— which, god, he should really not be thinking about right now. Not when he’s got his knee between her legs and all that’s between him and skin is some skimpy teddy. It’s got the same sort of effect on him as a whole bottle of tequila: absolutely devastating for the parts of his brain involving high function, excellent for his circulatory health. “But there’s no problem now, if you’re here.”

There’s actually a bunch of problems— most of which start and end with his body’s sudden interest in showing off what sort of improvements this new three mile jog habit has made on his dick game— but there’s still the overhanging stuck in this dude’s smart house for the foreseeable future and we don’t know what his long game is. Short game, though, seems pretty fucking clear.

“Doc,” he hisses, leaning close enough everything but her eyes blurs, like that guy who painted haystacks for a living. “That doesn’t mean he won’t try to—”

“Um, hello?” There’s another knock, more insistent this time, and god, this guy might be some…pharmaceutical savant or whatever, but it doesn’t seem like anyone ever bothered to teach him how to read a damn room. “Are you there, or…?”

Doc’s mouth thins, her jaw getting that stubborn set it does when she’s about to haul off and jump out a window, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t even squirm under him, just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, brow all furrowed and—

And that’s why he doesn’t even see the pillow coming. He barely has time to register she’s slipped a wrist free— right through the gap between his thumb and fingers, the minx— before a pound of down feathers takes him right out. He keeps his grip, fingers locked around the only wrist he’s got left, but all his air being replaced with eiderdown doesn’t do much for his stability— a fact Doc’s all too ready to exploit, using their momentum to put him right on his back.

Damn. Probably should have seen it coming. Taught her that one himself right after that whole clusterfuck with Umihebi, along with a few of the less brutal takedowns in his repertoire.

Instead he’s left breathless, trying to win a wrestling match with the pillow over his windpipe— a fight he could win, if she wasn’t clambering down him the whole time, rubbing bits of her over parts of him primed to pay attention. A solid toss knocks the thing back— right in time to catch a flash of strawberry-print cotton as she dismounts, scurrying toward the door.

It shouldn’t do anything. Not when he could write his own dissertation on the classification of every shade and shape of bush. But apparently his dick hasn’t gotten the memo on that one, stretching both his credulity and his waistband before he slams the pillow over his crotch, adding a new shade of blue to his vocabulary.

By the time he’s got any mind to stop her, Doc’s already peeking her head through the door, telling number twelve of the Forbes Fifty Under Fifty, “Excuse me…it’s really late?”

“O-oh, Shirayuki. Yes, of course. It is late. Very late. It’s just, you see…” From this angle he can’t see the guy’s face, just the nervous fluttering of his hands, like two drunk birds trying to fuck their way out of chimney. “I think there may be some…misunderstanding? Are you, er…?”

Alone, that’s what this asshole is trying to say. Because that’s how he wants her: vulnerable. How all these rich jackasses seem to think she should be. And here he is, trapped on this bed as thoroughly as if Doc were holding him down, debating whether she’s in enough trouble to saunter up and risk showing off just what sort of heat he’s packing.

He stifles a groan. This is how it’s always gonna be, isn’t it? Finding some new way to live his life on the edge, no matter how cushy the gig is; as strung out on her as anything that came in a little plastic baggy.

“Am I…?” Doc leans out the door, her weight shifted over her feet-- the perfect way to be snatched off them-- and that’s enough to get him off the bed.

Big Pharma’s prodigal son had seen fit to provide every room with one of those cushy bathrobes, even nicer than the ones he steals from every hotel where the Big Boss sets them up, each one monogrammed with their initials in the nicest, curliest cursive. Obi doesn’t know just how this guy decided which of his aliases to use, but he’s glad to have something on hand that might do a better job of obscuring what gray cotton won’t.

There’s not enough time for him to be strategic about it— he just strings it across his shoulders and knots the belt over his waist, hoping velvet is heavy enough for even his circulatory system to struggle against. By the glance Rugilia gives him when he leans behind Doc in the doorway, all casual menace, before his eyes drop straight to his crotch—

It isn’t. But that guy still looks away first, flushed right past the collar of his stupid robe, so at least his dick’s overactive imagination has gone and paid off for once. Oh boy, just wait until Kiki hears about this one. Princess would put that shit right in the company newsletter.

“Want to explain what you’re doing here?” Obi hardly needs to fake the gravel in his voice. Doc might not have ridden him hard or put him away wet or anything, but it’s the closest he’s come in almost three years. “Standing around Doc’s door at the witching hour?”

“B-but…” Obi’s got a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these people with more zeroes in their bank account than brain cells in their head, but when Rugilia’s eyes widen, jaw going so slack he can see all the way back to his tonsils— well, he’s gotta say, it’s convincing. “But it’s supposed to be your room.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to stare at him, and, well, that throws are few things about this night into perspective. Damn, too bad Master’s not still hanging around in the closet— he could use a reminder that Obi’s still a hot commodity. “So, you’re here for me?”

It’s flattering, even if this stick figure isn’t his type. Certainly the most aggressive come-on he’s had in a while. He might even think about it, if he wasn’t on the job. Sometimes a boy likes to be chased, after all.

“N-no, wait, that’s— that’s not what I meant.” Rugilia might be huffing and puffing now, glaring at the both of them like it’s their fault they found him caterwauling outside their door like a hard-up tom, but Obi doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep drifting south of his equator. “Oh, honestly, if you two want to— to! You could have just said you wanted a room together.”

Doc clears her throat, guilty. “We were, um…trying to, ah…be discreet?”

“Discreet? Whatever for?” He crosses his arms, flushed. “At least then I would have known to check the cameras before I came down to—”

“Cameras?” Obi asks, but it’s too late, Doc’s already barreling ahead with, “We haven’t told the company we’re dating!”

Rugilia blinks, eyebrows bumping blindly over his nose. “Do your departments really work closely enough that you have to?”

Doc’s looking at him, like he’s got his finger on the pulse of these fraternization regs for some reason, but he’s still stuck on— this guy really thinks he’s a lawyer. This guy looks at the scar cutting across his naked chest and the other riding high by his hairline and sees four year college. Sees another three years post-grad at least, internships, sees passing the goddamn bar—

“Anyway, I wasn’t coming here to be a…er…pest,” Rugilia continues, suddenly as confident in his bathrobe as he would be in a three-piece suit. “I had a favor to ask.”

Right, this guy came here for a reason. Even if it wasn’t to take advantage of the California King situation past this door, this guy is up to something. Something that involves Doc. “Listen, Doctor Lyon doesn’t—”

“Oh, ha! I didn’t mean Shirayuki!” Rugilia waves his hand, utterly disarming— until he fixes his stare on Obi. “I’m here for you, Mr Won.”

Well, he didn’t have that on his eccentric billionaire bingo card tonight. “Uh.” He steps back, making space. “Then come in, I guess.”

#obiyukimadness24 #undercover as lovers #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #minimum distance #modern au #ans #listen once i realized there was no way to tell this fic from the beginning i really though i would never come back #but here i am #adding to obi's suffering #maybe one day i will get to write the kiss he can't forget about #OR MAYBE NOT #but i love his voice in this fic and i'm glad i got the chance to write it again 🤣

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