#but whatever fits ur boot

[azunaar]

my baby

© 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧. | preview

[soapcloth]

CW: 18+ MDNI, soap x reader, unsolicited nudes, pushy behaviour, implied noncon elements - 1K words, semi-edited - dividers -> @/cafekitsune

Anxiously sending in an offer for a kitchen appliance you’re in dire need of via an online social media marketplace, only for the seller- JTav87, to reply instantly.

The notification comes when you’re taking a curious peep at his info. His proflile makes him seem nice enough- real 'the cool uncle’ vibes. The page's display picture is a snap of him grinning ear to ear with one of his big paw-like hands at his chest in a thumbs up gesture, the other being obscured behind the lid of an outdoor grill; a family gathering in full swing behind him.

It's all topped off with the stock photo of a beach at sunset as his header, the poorly stretched image sporting a sprawling near-unreadable quote about resilience smack-dab in the middle, gratuitous high contrast vignette filters over everything as a little banner pops up at the bottom of your screen; a message from the seller.

‘I cn do tht.’

you hastily type out a reply in fear of the purchase somehow getting delayed or cancelled.

‘You’re a lifesaver😊I've been searching high and low for one of these!’

Being too friendly was your first mistake, you just wanted to make a good impression- it seemed harmless at the time.

The pickup goes off without too much of a hitch- you meet up as requested in the well-lit parking lot of a generic chain cafe, puffing out cold breaths from behind your jacket and nursing a warm beverage you had managed to grab. Stepping out of a beat up pickup, you come to find that he’s a lot bigger than his pictures would have you assume, not shockingly tall, but his overall aura and bulk make him seem like a giant. His bare arms splay outwards, stretching the fabric of his ill-fitted tee in a gesture that almost had you worried he was going to go in for a hug- thankfully, a firm handshake seems to suffice. 

“Och! Yer’ hands’re baltic!” he exclaims with a blinding smile, rosy tips of his ears and nose being the only tell he was affected by the weather himself as he claps his other hand around yours, rubbing them together to create heat. It's an action that nearly had you spilling the drink in your free hand as you stagger a bit in response to the contact- something he seemed to either not notice, or not mind.

The real kicker was the way he refused to take your money, hemming and hawing about how you should be saving that money for stuff you need- as if the appliance you were purchasing wasn’t that exactly. “A’hm not gonna take yer’ money- a’hm t’fond of ye’.”

whatever that means. 

It's good you didnt pay, evidently. When he had loaded it into your car- having the gall to laugh after you asked if he needed help, mind you- he had forgotten the cord that made the thing work, offering you a lovely little surprise when you finally got home.

On queue, there's a muffled ding from the device in your pocket. 

‘forgt 2 brng cord. srry x’ 

your eyes could have rolled out of your head; suffice to say, you weren't impressed.

‘I really needed this tonight, had baking I needed to do for a party tomorrow 🫤weather’s too bad for me to go out again tonight.’

‘cn drop off at urs if u wnt?’

Had you been in any other situation, this would have been a hard no- sadly however, your stress and desperation leads you into letting the heavyset man worm his way in through your front door as if he owns the place, cord bunched up and hanging out of his back pocket while he kicks the snow from his boots with a saintly smile.

Surprisingly, the drop off is quick- only interrupted by him asking to use your toilet as you're distracted with pulling out baking supplies. Before you know it, he’s back on the icy roads again. You almost wish you had offered him some coffee or tea-

 Almost.

When the morning sun bleeds through your curtains, you pick up your phone to find a notification from JTav87.

‘Hve a grate day x’ 

You frown and ignore the message as you start your day, but it only seems to embolden him into sending you countless more, the tone of the messages becoming increasingly more romantic as time draws on- some of your work friends at the office party even ask you if there was a new beau in your life when you had made the mistake of leaving your phone face up atop the breakroom table while you ate.

The final straw between you, your peace of mind, and the block button comes that night with a handful of alarmingly explicit voice messages in your inbox, promptly followed by a very-much so unprompted video of him shirtless and moaning while he chokes his swollen dick in a vice grip- all done over a familiar bunched up pair of underwear that you know with certainty had been at the top of the hamper in your bathroom. 

Little is left to the imagination when he snatches up the stolen garment, bringing it to his nose, face just out of frame as his chest expands in response. His audible fist-fucking and jerking hips get more frenzied as he gives one last brutal tug all the way from his base to the head, hand flexing as he aims his shot at his phone, cum coating the counter space directly in view of the camera.

His spent cock bobs and drools, stomach muscles contracting wildly as he leans back into the wall behind him; taking a moment before reaching forward to stop the video, searing the image of his hazy, wolfish grin in your mind.

His free hand gets busy sopping up his mess in your underwear as the screen flashes back to the clip's first frame, offering you the prompt to watch again.

It would later become apparent that blocking could only do so much to seperate you from a mutt like John MacTavish- especially when he's privy to your home address.

[ameliora-j]

ur the only person i trust who can give me a filthy but soft smut of james potter fucking y/n in his ice hockey jersey

i’m honored 🥹

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: soft dom!james, cnc, hockey player!james, pr manager!girlfriend!reader, humiliation, degradation, oral (f!receiving), daddy kink, jamie talking to ur pussy, impact play, unprotected piv, creampie, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

“james…” you groan, trying to push him away as he has you pressed up against your desk in your office. “cut it out!” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“oh baby” james chuckles, shaking his head. james towers over you, and his ice hockey jersey are purposefully tailored to be longer and bigger on him so that they can fit over all his gear—thus causing every single one of his jerseys to be a dress on you. this—accompanied by a pair of thigh high boots—was your signature game day look. “you’re wearing the jersey, you’re asking to be split open on my cock and you know it” he chuckles lowly, nipping at your ear.

you whine, shaking your head as you push him back once more. “stop james. i’m serious, i’m not fucking you” you huff softly.

“uh huh baby… whatever you say” he murmurs, sinking to his knees and pushing your legs apart. he pushes his jersey up over your hips and tuts his tongue, shaking his head softly. “and look at that… you don’t wanna fuck but this little cunt is nice and uncovered for me” he hums, noting that you’d foregone panties—and james knew you expected this.

“my poor girl’s gonna be so cold on that ice tonight” he pouts softly, shaking his head as he rubs a thumb over your slit.

“james!” you squeak. “i’ll be fine” you shake your head.

“hush baby, do your work. ‘m talking to my girl” he chuckles softly. your eyes widen and heat rises immediately to your face as you realize james is speaking to your pussy, not you. “‘s okay pretty princess… i’ll make sure you keep warm tonight” he whispers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your little clit.

he hums softly, his eyes rolling a bit at the taste before he wraps his mouth around your cunt, wiggling his tongue through your sticky folds. “that’s right princess, knew you wanted daddy” he whispers to your cunt, leaning back and spitting on your pulsing hole. “‘s okay… daddy’s here. gonna clean you up baby. make it all better” he hums to your pussy before diving back in.

“j-james… james!” you moan loudly, reaching back and pushing his head closer to your needy cunt. he chuckles against you, slapping your ass.

“i knew you’d come around” he mumbles, standing and beginning to undo his pants.

“n-no… no james i’m not fucking you! i’m trying to tell you we need to go” you whine, shaking your head insistently.

“yeah princess, i hear you” he nods, running his cock through your slit a few times. “there’s my girl” he groans as he feels your wetness soaking his cock. “it’s okay, i’ll give it to you… no need to cry” he chuckles lowly as your pussy drips down onto his cock.

he groans lowly as he slowly pushes into your cunt, practically whining as he bottoms out. “oh you’re so tight” he breathes, holding your hips.

“j-james… jamie stop” you whine as he begins to fuck you. his pace is slow but intentional, his hips angled to hit your gspot head on each time he slams his cock back into you.

“oh baby, you’re begging me to stop but my princess is begging to cum” he murmurs, gently rubbing your clit as he fucks you slow and hard. “it’s okay pretty girl… if you want daddy to stop all you have to do is cum” he taunts, holding you close to him as he fucks you slowly.

you whine, shaking your head as it falls back against his shoulder. “your pussy is crying for me… squeezing around me. oh baby she wants to cum so bad” he mocks, beginning to rub your clit faster. he keeps his pace slow, but pounds your gspot mercilessly as you cry out his name along with profanities.

“daddy!” you whine as you gaze at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“oh there’s my pretty princess” he hums softly, smiling lovingly at you as he leans in and gives you a kiss. you whimper softly, meeting his thrusts as you kiss him back. “‘s my good girl. take my cock so well” he mumbles, kissing across your shoulders.

“daddy… i wanna cum” you whimper, your eyes rolling as you clench around him.

“i know baby… i know daddy’s right there” he mumbles. “why don’t you milk my cock baby?” he hums, kissing your cheek. “cum for me… squeeze daddy’s cum from that big cock” he groans lowly.

you let out a long, loud moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you cream on james’ cock. he sucks in air through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter until he paints your walls with his cum. “what do you say baby?” he mocks as he rides out his orgasm, fucking you full of his cum.

“thank you, daddy” you moan quietly, smiling lazily at him.

[ghastlyfilters]

Hi! Saw you were taking Lost Boys requests...

I have a lot of silly concepts or ideas but my favorite is poly!Lost boys with a partner (I usually prefer fem reader but whatever ur comfy with is all good) who loves stealing some of their older clothes. Like, reader is smaller than them so the clothes are really comfy. Especially the older stuff cus decade+ old fabric is so soft.

reader stealing the lost boys’ clothes!!

pairing(s): implied poly!lost boys x fem!reader

warning(s): aside from paul and marko definitely paying attention to your curves, none!!

(now if i was the reader here i know damn WELL i would be stealing their clothes too. each one of their styles is literally perfection and to see that shit on vampires? HELLO? also i may have gotten a bit too carried away with thinking about all their clothing designs.. but thanks for this cute request<3)

gifs not mine! (if you know the original owner please tag them!)

HEADCANONS

• Stealing your boys’ clothes is by far the EASIEST thing anyone could do. The reason being? They quite literally never change out of the fits they’ve had on since 1987.

• The boys don’t have much of a scent, seeing as they’re all undead. So a washing machine doesn’t exist in their little world anymore. Which means they will now forever be outfit repeaters.

More fun for you. 

• All of the boys have the most random shit scattered around the cave. They’re the worst hoarders you have ever encountered. Cough cough.. Paul.. cough cough..

• But the amount of clothes they have laying around is shocking. Boots, band tees, jackets, jeans, leather trousers, gloves, shirts, man you name it. They have it. Every fucking decade.

• The band tees are by far your favourite thing to run around with. Paul has a shit ton of Môtley Crüe tees, and Dwayne has so many shirts with The Doors on them. (Jim’s face is literally everywhere in the cave now. They sure as hell ain’t Christians, so if they’re selling their souls to anyone it’s the horned god below or their icon Jim Morrison.)

• They did let you away with wearing their old band tees until Marko told the boys about EBay.

When Paul found out a vintage Mötley Crüe tour shirt was going for over a grand, the mf was ecstatic..

So much so, he decided to put his own vintage Mötley tees up for bidding.

“Two thousand… three thousand.. FOUR THOUSAND… FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS!!!”

Poor Paul’s bubble was burst however when David told him there was absolutely nothing they could do with the money aside from unlimited Chinese food for the next few months.

• David’s old clothes are much different from what the others have. He was the first to be turned, therefore he’s lived throughout the most eras.

• He’s got a LOT of leather jackets and trenchcoats. Paul and Marko always joke about him being Jack the Ripper, but you see a different side to his style. There’s been many nights you actually sat down with him and asked where he’d gotten the majority of his old items. Some were by Spanish designers that had been gifts from Max whenever he’d provided David with different clothing, others were from when David had fed off multiple store owners and casually picked out what he fancied afterwards.

• It saddens you that he doesn’t wear any of these anymore. The only reminder he ever gets of them is when you put on the soft wool Trenchcoats that go right down to your ankles, almost looking like a cape. Marko makes mini conspiracy theories that maybe you’re the real Dracula.

• Dwayne’s load of clothes is FILLED with leopard print designs. He’s been a 70s boy even all these years later, and he misses that era so dearly.

• There’s this one satin leopard print shirt that actually fits you quite well in his eyes. It’s still a little baggy.. yet oddly attractive to him. You’ve claimed it as your own now, wearing it like a pj set.

• Aside from the satin shirt, literally nothing else Dwayne has fits you. He’s a muscular guy.. and a vampire. So trying to get his baggy ass clothes to even have a slight loose fit is not for the weak 😭

• Marko however, this is where the real fun begins. You can borrow anything from Marko.. ANYTHING.. and it’s guaranteed to fit.

• He was a big crop top collector. When he used to find a good shirt that wasn’t cropped however, he’d cut it up and make it into a crop top himself. And these are what he adores you wearing. They cling nicely to your curved body, and whenever you wear them you can never get both Paul and Marko to stop staring at your breasts. Assholes.

• Marko’s clothes are by far your favourite pieces out all the boys. Much like the crop tops, he really enjoyed designing all his other outfits when he wore them. And he was pretty damn good at it too. Marko can be a crafty little thing when he wants to be. He’ll even help you design your own outfits too! He’ll cut, sew, stitch, glue, draw, paint, anything you want Marko to design, he’s down. He took so much pride in his unique outfits back in the day. And if you want yours spiced up, Marko’s your man.

• You wear his old belts a lot. One time, you were rummaging through the boys’ old stuff again, and immediately fell in love with this black latex belt Marko had. He’d drawn on perfectly shaped skulls with a white acrylic pen, and added different studs around the buckle. Ever since that day, Marko pretty much customises everything you own now.

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE LOST BOYS!! hope you all enjoyed these headcanons and my requests are open for any lost boys related ideas you may have!! <33

[huellitaa]

pretty girl winter 🧁❄️🎀

ok so winter is my FAVOURITE season ever!! i am THE christmas girl of all time and i wna make this the most beautiful pink christmas ever! and i am so excited to spend it with my favourite people ever (my tumblr girls) ❄️🩷

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ winter music ♡

sweet dreams, tomorrow x together

last christmas, ariana grande

sleigh ride, the ronettes

merry & happy, twice

beautiful christmas, red velvet / aespa

santa tell me, ariana grande

doughnut, twice

winter wonderland, beabadoobee

jingle bell rock, bobby helms / aespa

rocking around the christmas tree, brenda lee

let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!, dean martin

have yourself a merry little christmas, judy garland

christmas dreaming, laufey

one more sleep, leona lewis

cindy lou who, sabrina carpenter

(🎀🗒 note: i also have a playlist filled with lots of these songs and music here! ♡)

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ winter beauty ♡

moisturiser moisturiser moisturiser. hand cream is also a must so they dont get cracked and dry, especially in the winter! ❄️🫶🏻🩷

i dont take cold showers in the winter bcuz i get ill easily , so i always take warm showers w 30 seconds of cold at the end 💭🎀💗

vanilla, cinnamon, musk, chocolate, pomegranate, cherry, pudding and sweet, rich scents 💭🐧🫶🏻

makeup in pale pink, white, soft gold, silver, lots of sparkles, dewy and light

red lip gloss / stick is an essential! 💭🎀

🎄𓂃 ࣪˖ winter fashion ♡

fluffy coats!!!!! i personally love my massive black trenchcoat its v cute

scarves, hats, gloves, etc ♡ 🎀🧸

leggings, tights, long socks, leg warmers, etc. (i esp love sheer tights!)💭

anything faux-fur lined

pink, silver, gold, and white ♡

boots, uggs, doc martens, clunky shoes!

🎀💭❄️ simple formula to a cute winter fit:

skirt -> tights -> long sleeves -> coat -> shoes

(long sleeves can be anything from turtleneck to jumper, tights can be leggings / long socks or whatever you like, and the same goes for shoes! this is an easily versatile idea, not one size fits all 🫶🏻)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ winter movies ♡

muppet christmas carol!!!!!♡ my fav ever

the nightmare before christmas

beauty and the beast: the enchanted christmas

the miracle on 34th street

the grinch (live and animated)

jingle all the way

the polar express

home alone

mean girls (not a christmas film, but the jingle bell rock scene is iconic)

(🎀🗒 note: one thing i like to do is compile a list of all ur favourite shows and their christmas / winter episodes and just binge watch all of them!! 🩷🫶🏻🎄🧸)

🌨𓂃 ࣪˖ winter activities ♡

i love journalling and scrapbooking at any time of year, but i feel like it's always extra cosy in winter! playing some christmas music, cuddling up in pink pyjamas and journalling 🫶🏻🎀🩷

anything to do with baking and hot food is so cosy; gingerbread houses and hot chocolate, christmas cupcakes !! 🎄🫶🏻

i dont really know what category this falls into, but around christmas time i always love to make things about my family and friends; painting, decorating photos and hanging them up, journalling about them, and so on ! 💭💝❄️

make a list of all the people you're getting christmas presents for this year and compile a little bundle of things for them! 💗💭

learn about old winter tales and folklore, fron your culture or from others 🌨🎀

take up sewing, knitting, crocheting, etc. even if you've never done it before 🩷🧸

christmas market hopping!!!!!! one of my favourite things to do in winter is go out with my friends, go shopping and just browse the stalls bcuz theyre always so cute and cosy 🧁🐧💗

writing & making christmas cards ❄️🎀

unnecessary acts of kindness! this should go without saying for majority of the time, but i always love to go the extra mile during christmas to keep with the spirit and everything 🫶🏻🧸🎄

ice skating. obviously. i wanna go w my friends this year !!! 🎀⛸️🧁☃️

all my love, and happy december! 🎄🎀🫶🏻💗

[chxrrydrxp]

𝓃ℴ ℊℴℴ𝒹 (𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ)

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(Jason Todd x fem! Reader)

<does get a bit steamy, with heavily implied oral sex (fem receiving)> <edited ish>

disclaimers: guys irl please communicate with ur partner 🖤, also jason is being a dick.

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The apartment was particularly quiet tonight, and you came home from work, stressed, exhausted, and in need of some type of relief. You lazily kicked off your heels and laid on the couch with arm over your eyes, not wanting to be bothered by anyone or anything. The crisp winter air flowed freely from the open window, causing small goosebumps to appear on your arms. It felt like hours went by, but you weren't quite sleep. Your brain flooded with all the stacks of paperwork that sat at your desk, waiting for you the next day.

The door unlocked, and in came Jason, his heavy boots thumping on the wooden floor. You felt a spark of annoyance coarse through your body, remembering that you had countlessly told him to take his shoes off in the hall to prevent him from tracking mud or wet snow in the apartment. Of course this flew over his head, as he laid his crimson helmet on the table.

You remained on the couch, still, as if you didn't want him to know you were awake. He made an observation of your coat, and hung his beside it. He lounged on the couch, running his hands smoothly through his dark hair.

He must've thought you were sleeping by his lack of greeting. That, or he too was stressed from whatever he did on patrols. You shifted a but, then uncovered your eyes. He made quick notice, his eyes gentle. "Hey baby..thought you were sleepin..", his hands grazed over your thigh gently. You groaned, throwing your head back on the armrest.

"You okay?" You wanted to yell at him for laying on the couch with his patrol clothes on. Hell, you wanted to complain about every single thing going wrong in your life, but you knew that wouldn't be fair. You knew it when you noticed the faint circles under his eye. He patiently waited for your response, mindlessly playing with a loose string on your black dress pants.

" I'm fine..tough day at work...," you trailed off.

Then you remembered his dirty boots. You glanced at the spot of dark brown dirt on your gray carpet that lay under the couch and extended to the console table. "Jason..your shoes. Again." You forced yourself to look away to prevent any words you didn't mean from coming out of your mouth. "Remember, you're supposed to put them outside." Usually, he'd curse under his breath and just put them away. Not this time. Instead, he rubbed his forehead tiredly and leaned his head back, a sigh leaving his lips. "I'll get em later..m' tired." You rolled your eyes at him, and stood up, escaping into the kitchen to prevent any more annoying discoveries, like him leaving his helmet on the counter again which was sometimes covered in blood.

"Damn it...Jason we don't have any food, I thought you went shopping yesterday," you exclaimed trying to keep your tone neutral. "Oh..yeah...I forgot." "Jason?" "What?" Your nerves were almost boiling over. "You can't just 'forget'. What are we gonna eat?" The couch creaked as he crawled off and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, then sighed again. "We can just order something." You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "Or maybe you can just listen to me when I ask you to do something." He blinked hard at you, closing the fridge. "I'm sorry. It's not like I go out for hours every night and remember hundreds of names, dates, warehouses, whatever the fuck. Can you give me a break?" Your body went stiff and you steadied yourself against the counter.

"This is the 3rd week in a row Jason-" he cut you off, "You work in an office, baby girl. You sit down, and stare at your screen- is it (that) bad?" You clenched your teeth hard, feeling an emotional build-up. "No, Jason. I work with troubled kids in neglected neighborhoods-" You rushed over your words in a fit of anger. "Which you'd know if you ever paid any fucking attention to me!" In the instance of finishing the last word, you felt a wave of embarrassment hit you. His forest green eyes narrowed, and his clenched jaw softened...almost as if he was hurt. "Y/n...", he voiced faintly. You spun on your heel, walking away from him. Jason repeated your name as you went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

His footsteps approached the door, and he was met with the faint clicking sound of the lock. He scoffed at himself and leaned his back against the door. "Come out y/n..". His command was met with silence. "Baby..please." Your heart broke a little, hearing the pleading in his voice. "Can we talk about this...face to face?" He could imagine you'd just tell him to speak from outside the door. The door opened, causing him to almost fall and you stared up at him, crossing your arms. "Hey..", he whispered lowly, reaching his hands out to touch yours, leaning his body so close, you were almost touching.

His body heat radiated off of him, making you mindlessly lean closer. He held your hands. "Look at me. I don't pay attention to you?" "Well..I didn't mean..", you shifted slightly. "No..I think I heard you correctly," Jason breathily whispered in your ear. "I just meant..." You trailed off. "Yeah?"

His voice rumbled at his throat. You looked everywhere but his eyes. He pinned you to the wall with an intimidating gaze. You hated the way your body reacted to his. Hated how a few minutes ago you wanted to rip his head off and now he has your thighs rubbing together at his mere words.

"Baby you're on my mind 24/7. It's you who always pushes me away as if you can't let yourself enjoy my presence," he teases. You roll your eyes. "Can't take you seriously when you're over here tryna get some friction," he muttered and glanced down. You opened your mouth to deceptively defend yourself but he pressed a finger to your lips. "What, you didn't think I'd notice?"

He hooked his fingers onto the hem of her pants, slowly dipping his hands below to feel her dampness. "You're so wet and needy for me and I (barely) touched you, go on...ask for it." Your eyes flickered away from his. "B-but we have to talk about this Jay. We can't just-" he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "I know..I know baby" he cooed. "Just lemme me take care of you first.." He searched your eyes for approval, to which you nodded shaky with anticipation. Then he kneeled.

[hanasnx]

as soon as i saw jason and piss i went monkey brained, i lost all rational thinking. i remember playing batman arkham knight around 2016, jason makes me so insane like he could stomp on my clit with his heavy shoes n degrade me to filth while im on the floor in pain. he could punch me in the back of the head while giving me backshots, he could bruise my cervix from the sheer size of his bitchbreaker (his cock). he can fuck me from behind with both hands pulling at my wrists so i cant push him back as he’s groaning breathlessly in my ear "im not gonna let you run away from it," he can stretch me out n piss in my asshole. i wanna be his worthless fuck meat, i wanna be his breeding mount that he can sink inside of when he needs relief n methodically pump his tension away n slump atop when he cant rut any more n empty himself into, i need to be tenderly held down n bred to within an inch of my life, i need to 'but daaaaaaaad' my way into having him in my cervix. i need to suck his dick so fucking disgustingly sloppily that you can measure my love for him in the volume of spilled drool, etc

-💃🏾

i think i watched a playthrough on youtube of b:ak in 2015/2016 and then actually got to play it myself in 2019 and i’ve been obsessed with it since. it has my favorite iteration of jason todd in it hes so batshit wild. like he hates a man so much he’s willing to blow up what he loves most in the world even if it’s an entire city 💀 he’s a fucking terrorist

he’s capable of all this mean shit and more he’d absolutely stomp on your clit with his big heavy boots. the kind that make thunder when he walks through the halls and people jump out of his way

calling his cock “bitchbreaker” is crazyyy you consistently get me with the way you rearrange words to fit your intent like bitchbreaker is so scarily accurate to fit the vibe. bitchbreaker… i think he’d call it that too just once

pulling at your wrists lifting you clean off whatever surface while he fucks you, telling you you’re not gonna run away from it??? are you kidding??? oh mygododod🫠🫠

stretching ur asshole out and pissing in it?? genius. Genius genius genius. calling yourself “worthless fuck meat” is another instance of the wordplay you do that i love sm.. also “breeding mount” is so 😵‍💫 AND AND you knew i was gonna love this one: “i need to ‘but daaaaaad’ my way into having in my cervix” like shut the fuck up!!!!Real!!!!!!!!!

the way he’d grab your wrist so hard it hurts when you whine “but daaaaaad” at him. getting you alone so he can practically rip your clothes apart, whip off his belt and flog you with it

he’d fuck your face so hard his cum’d shoot out your nose 🎶

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Jimin is soo freakin relatable though like my guy doens't give a shit about anything. The way he was sleeping outside when the whole staff was right infront of the house recording him, the way he be wearing those shoes which looks a bit torned in the front (could be that he spilled something on it but he was wearing those same in hobi's listening party so...) The way he wears his clothes for literally years like he could be wearing shirts from 6-7 yrs ago or more. He enjoys the free merch he gets and wears them everywhere. He was wearing yg's and TH's concert nd album merch during his own album practice..like i LOVE him more for that.

Only thing is someone should throw out those big ass boot/shoes whatever those r called that he be wearing like that's fking Ugly. Throw those dirty jeans or wtv that fashion is and end his dior contract like boy go free that dior only put his slim body in those ill fitted suits. Having park jimin as ur embassador and making him wear that shit?

A K-kookminer called him an environmental activist 😂. But at least he knows the value of quality clothing. In a consumerist and fast fashion world, I think he's doing a good job. And it seems that he likes to give some of his clothes to his friends, which also helps. Apart from official appearances, Jimin just dresses like a regular guy who has a washing machine. But I agree, some of those shoes he'd be wearing in the last 2 years are a fashion crime. Although it is clear that his natural state is to be barefoot and shoes are seen as only a necesity. Probably like clothes, knowing he wears them just to take them off.

But speaking of relatable and the beginning of your ask, it reminded me of a moment in the second episode of AYS. It's when they come out of the store on their last day and Jimin starts eating the chicken right then and there. I could never, sorry. At least I'd wait until I get to the car. But that entire look, from speaking while eating, the fact that he was still wearing the same t-shirt he had on during dinner and while sleeping, it really showed such a different picture. If he had sat down on the pavement nearby, opened a can of beer and light a cigarette, it would complete the look.

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for art reqs-- could we have an emf from parkour civilization? i love ur artstyle and it tastes like strawberries

absolutelyyyy!!

(also tysmm!!!! Strawberry taste is supreme, I'm so happy)

So I've heard of parkour civilization but have never watched it Soo I'm unbiased

I kept the design quite simple but I did include the boots, since I thought they fit well with the crown

The reason why I gave them that weird effect is because I imagine going parkour you need to move a lot and in my head I made up that this way they'd be able to do a full 180 with their head, torso and move their legs without restriction

Regarding the song I picked Pathetic Paradise by DAVIDD. Since I saw 'master friend' and whatever when I looked them up I think they kinda got the 'insane' vibes in every way (idk lmao)

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I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me  includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite. 

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you. 

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind. 

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.) 

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume). 

✧✧✧ 

If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.) 

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way. 

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are. 

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps. 

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant. 

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.  

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond. 

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face. 

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow. 

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?” 

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky. 

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead. 

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight. 

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it. 

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something. 

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle. 

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.  

Everything clicked into place. 

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head. 

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him. 

[dangraccoon]

Without You

Day 10 ~ surprise visit ~ "I didn't know you were here." ~ Rex x Reader

Word Count: 824 Content: injury, bacta, pain meds, prior relationship

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful Echo provides translations for the rest!

As the door closed behind you, you kicked your snowy boots off and slid your jacket off, hanging it on the rack. You were surprised that you couldn’t hear anyone. Typically when you’d come home, you could hear the siblings bickering, but tonight it was quiet.

A blonde head peeked around the corner.

“You’re here!” Omega gasped, running at you.

You crouched to meet her in a hug. “Hey, kiddo,” you smiled. “Where is everyone?”

Omega pulled away, looking almost conflicted. 

“Meg,” you chuckled nervously. “You’re not here by yourself, are you?”

“No,” she said quickly. 

“Who else is here?”

“Well, everyone was home…”

You brushed her bangs out of her eyes, tilting her face to look at you.

“What’s going on, Omega?” you asked. “Where did your brothers go?”

“They went with Gregor,” she finally answered. “Except for Echo. He’s upstairs…”

“About time he visited,” you mumbled as you stood, quickly walking further into the house. 

“With Rex,” she finished.

You froze and your heart started to pound in your chest as you glanced at her over your shoulder. “Rex is here?”

She nodded. “They got in an hour ago. Echo brought Rex upstairs, and everyone else went with Gregor. He- he was– he’d been in bacta.”

You nodded solemnly, anxiety gnawing at your gut as you made your way to the home medical wing the boys had set up in their house. 

You choked back a gasp as you entered the room. Rex lay asleep on the medical bed, his midsection wrapped in layer after layer of bandages. You could see where the bacta healed cuts and bruises all over his body, leaving hints of yellow marks and silvered lines. 

Echo had pulled a chair to his bedside, his head in the crook of his arm. He seemed to be asleep. That’s probably why Omega stayed so quiet.

You turned your attention back to Rex, your hand brushing his cheek. “Oh, darling,” you whispered. “What happened to you?” 

“Mesh’la,” he sighed as his eyes fluttered open.

You startled a little, pulling your hand away and stepping back. He chuckled so softly you thought you’d imagined it. 

“Didn’t n- know you were here?” he breathed. 

You struggled to stifle a laugh; whatever pain medication Tech and Echo had him on clearly affected his lucidity. 

“I live here,” you told him. 

“Oh,” he hummed. “Oh, yeah. With- mmm… with Cross.” 

Your cheeks flushed. “Not- not with him. I mean, he lives here, too but I don’t n- I’m not–”

“Easy, mesh’la,” Echo chuckled. You hadn’t realized he was awake. “You deny it any harder, you might explode.”

“I just mean that we’re not–”

“‘S’okay,” Rex mumbled. “He- can take care of you now.”

“Rex–”

Echo called your name. “He’s barely lucid,” he explained. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“I do,” Rex protested, louder than he had been, and caused a coughing fit.

Echo jumped up to hold his former captain steady, who tried to wave him off. 

“‘M fine,” he rasped. “M–mesh’la, I know I didn't take care of you like I shoulda–” he coughed harshly. “If- if Cross takes- if he can take care of you–”

“Rex,” you finally stopped him.

He finally fell back against the bed. You sat on the edge of it, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. 

“Rex, I know you’re on some strong meds and I don’t know if you’re going to understand,” you said, biting your lip. “But you left me. You decided to go back and fight. You broke my heart to keep me away but I can fight with you.  Crosshair has been a good friend, but I’ve only ever wanted you. Ni- ni kar’tayl… gar darasuum, Rex.”

Rex closed his eyes tightly. “No, I-I can’t– ner runi ru'kel ash'amur ures gar,” he pleaded. “Ni linibar at cabuor gar, mesh’la. Gedet’ye.”

You couldn’t understand what he was saying; Crosshair and Tech had helped you learn how to tell Rex you loved him, but that and the couple nicknames they all had for you was pretty much the extent of your mando’a knowledge. 

But you did know that Rex tended to slip into using language exclusively when he couldn’t control his emotions. Whatever he was telling you, he meant it from his never-planted roots.

“Bic cuyir ori'shya cyarir par ni,” he said. “Gar cuyir ner oyu'baat.”

You glanced at Echo–his eyes sad and sympathetic–then back to Rex.

“I love you, Rex,” you whispered, certain that your voice would break if you spoke any louder. “I– I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry.”

You left quickly, Echo calling your name. He caught up to you in the hallway, his hand on your shoulder.

“‘My soul would die without you’,” Echo said.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“‘My soul would die without you. I need to protect you, please,’” he translated. “‘It is more than love for me, you are my universe.’ That’s what he said.”

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im soo bored im just gonna ask random questions or whatever ok so!! where did u get ur ideas for all ur main ocs ?! i remember u said gracie is an ode to ur childhood best friend (i think.. correct me if im wrong) but do iz, tiger, jackie, matty, cat or pixie (forgive me if im forgetting anyone pls) have special backstories or was it like “oh i like this fc lemme come up w something!”?

gracie is indeed inspired by my childhood friend!! shoutout to naomi, who unknowingly prompted the creation of my OC…

isabell is old, so i forget the specifics but i wrote a fanfic before DS on a different account that was mainly about natasha and a kid, but had a bucky side plot, and it made me realise how much i liked writing bucky. + i’d been wanting to use isabelle fuhrmann as a fc since before i’d even started writing.

cat is also a little blurry to me. i was big into leon the professional around the time her concept came to me, and her original face claim was mathilda from that movie, so i think that was what inspired me?? i also just loved matt murdock in general so i felt like i had to write a child OC for him. i’ve been a daredevil fan since 2021 :0

tiger had many many forms before she became who she is now!! i knew immediately when i started watching twd that i wanted an OC for it, and so a bunch of different concepts followed. the early stages of tiger were much less rude but very, very talkative, and she was written in first person for a while!! my favourite fact about the tiger prototypes was that her “thing” was originally rollerskating. she lived on the highway rather than in the forest adjacent and got away from walkers by zooming around on skates. however, as she became progressively more aggressive and tiger-ish, i figured that putting her on skates would be too much of a threat, so i gave her a dog instead.

jackie popped into my head randomly after i thought i’d finished designing tiger’s character. she was originally called frankie, and a lot more like older tiger, but i switched her up a bit once i’d figured out her plotline. she was also originally hailee steinfeld!! i only chose sophie nelisse after originally planning to use her for something different, but when i was going through a scp, i saw that her character in that movie had a pet called boots, so i changed my mind and went with what fate decided instead.

matty isn’t super thrilling. he doesn’t have much of a backstory as a character, except that i wanted to use this dude from yellowstone as a face claim, and then i didn’t even keep that fc 😭. however, his main thing is that he’s inspired by my younger brother, who i love more than anyone else in the world.

pixie mention!! pixie was made bc my friend ellie (@ellielovesstars) was creating a tua OC at the time, and i wanted us to be matching. og pixie was called sasha and had a different fc, but then got revamped when tua s4 came out, and then promptly abandoned…

sorrow, my newest fully developed OC, was inspired by castiel!! i liked his odd, not quite human sort of existence, and how he missed all these social cues and stood too close to people and was still trying to work out the world, and i wanted an OC that he could feel connected to. i also really liked the idea of bird people, i do not know why, and there’s a lot of magpies in my back garden, so sorrow became a magpie because of that. shes also named after a magpie nursery rhyme, which begins with “one for sorrow”, so it felt fitting :))

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Hancock x a Trans masc reader with a praise kink???? (I saw ur rq's were open, and I really like your ghost fanfic stuffs) /nf

“Good boy.”

Summary: After meeting John in Goodneighbor, heading out on the road with him proves to be a challenge over the next few month. Little do you know, rads weren’t the only thing growing on him.

Warnings: drug usage, swearing, mentions of gore, oral sex and everyone’s favorite- sex.

The weather was cloudy and dull, your clothes smelt of death, your hair greasy, dirt littered your body, and the crust of whatever bodily fluids that belonged to who or what ever you killed, clung to you. You had to admit it but the only thing keeping you going was the ghoulish figured that lurked behind you.

It had been about two months since you first meet john and about a week after that, you managed to somehow find yourself traveling with the man. His charm definitely was something that out of a movie, but then when you paid a little more attention to him, his drug addiction is what stood out. It wasn’t anything unusual in the commonwealth, chems being almost as common and the caps that replaced old traditional money. But what were you complaining for? It never bothered you.

“Hey, can we slow down, Sunshine? Need a little chem break.” The husky voice called out from behind. You stopped and looked over your shoulder seeing John heaving raspy breaths and that was when you realized, he hadn’t offered you a bit of anything in the last three days. “Oh shit! I’m sorry you should’ve said you needed a break!” You panicked thinking he was in pain, but scanning over his face, you were only met with a scrappy smile.

“Look at you, worried about little ol’ me. I’m fine just need a little pick me up, doll.” As he stood in front of you, John shuffled through his pockets looking for anything he could ingest, but only to be meet with the fact he did use his last supply of chems. “Fuck.” He mumbles to himself. “What’s wrong?” And you were only met with a laugh and a signal to keep going forward to which you reluctantly agreed.

The travel seemed to last longer, only slowing down when a coughing fit would escape his lungs and after the 5th coughing fit you decided to speak up. “Hancock, we need to find a place to stop and rest. You need something and I can’t keep listening to you hack your lungs out. Please, let’s find somewhere for the night.” Black eyes meet yours and he nodded, realizing that the sickness of his absence of substances where starting to catch up to him. “Alright doll face, let’s get going I believe there’s an old shack nearby.”

After about 20 minutes of huddled walking, you managed to find this so called shack and you quickly got to work in setting up for the night, Hancock tried to help but you motioned for him to sit and wait until you were done. You scavenged through your luggage and we’re met with nothing but your scavenged supplies, but then you or luck right there in the room next to you, there was a workbench you would whip something up for him. “What’s up sunshine, where you heading off too? Not just gonna dip out on me right?” He looked at you as you were walking towards the new found chem station and smiled. “No I’m just gonna whip something up for you. I’ll be back just try to relax for now.”

It took a few attempts to get the recipe down, but you finally managed. Some grape flavored mentats and most importantly about 4 days worth of jet supplies for Hancock. You never really where into taking chems, worried as to becoming hooked on them, but over the months and all the offers from Hancocks wonderful gifts. You found yourself kinda excited to try your own creations. Walking back to John, he already stripped himself of his infamous hat and boots. “Hancock.” You announced his name as you walked over to him, getting on your knees in front of him and holding the jet up toward him.

“Fuck you’re so fucking amazing sunshine. Make this for me?” You nodded in response and helped him take a puff of the wonderful drug. His head tipped back as he rode out the high. It hitting harder since it’s been awhile since his last hit and boy did it worry you. “Are you okay?” You asked, his head lulling to the side and he smiles in pure ecstasy. “Better than okay, you done made this ghoul feel better that the time he’s first done chems.” He chuckles lowly as you sat up straight with a big smile.

“Oh you like that? Getting me to complement you?” Heat began to pool at your cheeks and he smiled yet another grimace smile. You then handed him another jet and placed the rest of his newly acquired supplies on the floor next to him. “Grape?” He quickly picked up the mentats and you stood up. “Do you not like grape flavors?” You asked, worry coating your voice. “Sunshine, I love grape. But right now, not as much as I like you.”

And with that you got up and started to whip something together for the two of you to eat.

As night fell, light became absent and the lantern john asked about earlier in the week was well lit and the cram and iguana sticks you traded for began to taste even better now that there was a roof over your heads. “You got a pretty good thing goin (y/n), got a ghoul to finally feel comfortable and taken care of. I’m glad we met. For the first time, in a long time, I’m starting to look forward to tomorrow.” You blushed but it was hidden by the light and the cram you scarfed down. “You and I? I could get used to this.” You looked at him as you swallowed the last bit of food. Whipped your face with your sleeve. “Have you ever thought that. We could be more than just, this?” You asked.

John whipped his head towards you and with confusion. “Like more than friends?”

You nodded.

“That’s where your minds, huh?”

And you quickly tried to take your words back. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong, I just thought that with everything, you would’ve-.”

���Darlin, you and I have a good thing, I ain’t mad. I think that you wouldn’t want to look me in the eye and as a matter of fact, I don’t thing you wanna wake up to this mug every mornin. Beside, pretty little thing like you, I don’t think it’d be fair.”

“Who are you to say I wouldn’t want that John?” Your eyes met his, his face getting closer to you. Setting your food down. “You don’t get to decide what I want or don’t want, and I want you John, please.”

John cupped your cheeks with scarred hands and pulled you closer to him, planting a chapped kiss on your plush lips. Melting into his affections, you found yourself in awe. Everything that once worried you, melted.

As the two continued to kiss, the cold dark fell into the chilly point. The warmth of Hancock’s breath, made your skin prickle and as his tongue swipes long yours, the once passionate kiss, comes even more heated. Hancock grabs you, grabbing at anything that he can grab. Feeling his hands grip your now fired skin, you let out a small groan. John leads you on top of him and you oblige, top of his lap you feel his now hard cock, poking at your now heated core. Rolling your hips to relive some pressure for him, let lets out a jagged breath. Heavy breathing fills the room and as the two continue to explore each overs bodies, clothes begin to drop one by one until you both and down to your underwear. The pool of wetness between your legs makes you quiver as the cold air makes contact with the now drenched underwear.

“You are so handsome, sunshine.” And you moan at the compliments he showers you in. The staining of his precum makes you squirm in anticipation. Hancock takes note of how you’re staring and slowly starts to pull down his underwear, revealing his throbbing cock. The veins that decorate the sides and surprisingly it’s bigger than you imagined, almost intimidating. “Would you like to put that beautiful mouth to work?” He prompts you, and you immediately agree. Hancock stands above you, his shaft bigger than your face and dripping in excitement. You open your mouth and he slowly slides into your mouth, shuttering at the new found pleasure. “Fuck. So fucking hot.” He groans and you make work of your tongue, dragging along the tip and base and you slowly make work down toward the rest of it. Bobbing your head slowly so draw out more sounds from him. He rewards you with pleased sighs. “Just like that, such a good boy.” The new title makes you touch yourself in hopes to relieve some of your own pleasure. The wetness of yourself coating your fingers makes you sigh in content, feeling how he fills your throat. Drool falling from your mouth and falling to your legs, only helping you rub yourself out and your eyes roll back as you gag around him, struggling for air.

“Such a fucking good boy, you like how my cock feeling in that beautiful mouth? Bet I would feel so much better deep inside of you.” He huffs, as he thrusts deeper down your throat, feeling you close around him hard, smirking as you try your best to swallow around him, gagging at the length until it hits a point to where you realize you have to breath. Pulling away with a loud cough, snot running down your eyes as tears weld in your now blurred vision. You heave and gasp for air as he grabs your jaw and forces you back down on his cock. Feeling it throb inside your throat and try your best to keep going. Looking up at him and his blackened eyes stare back in pleasure. “Such a fucking good cock sleeve for me.” He grabs your hair and begins to fuck into your mouth harder, causing you to gag while choking him down. The salty taste of his precum now long gone and replaced with the saliva and smell of his body, your nose pressing against his groin. Causing him to buck his hips harder.

In an instant your hands grab at his hips and pull your face from him, gagging and shaking from the near black out feeling. He moans loudly at the sight of you breathing heavily, his cock drenched in your saliva. Twitching and crying from the feeling of needing to throw up, he looks at you and starts rubbing your head, whipping the now fallen tears. “Such a beautiful sight. You and my fucking cock deep in that soft mouth. How about you pull them britches off and let me repay you for how well you just took that shit?” You only reply with a smile and nod, still recovering from such a wild experience.

As you stand you feel your knees ache and the soreness of your throbbing core, the neglect makes you whine and as you take off your underwear you finally realize just how soaked they are. Your excitement and spit making you realize that they are gonna be so uncomfortable tomorrow. “Well shit, didn’t realize how wet you were. Don’t worry sunshine, I’ll fuck you so good you don’t gotta worry about a thing.” Once Hancock removes his underwear, his hands are on you once more, pulling you to him kissing your neck, littering you in marks and bites, you grab for his hard on and angle it towards yourself, feeling him thrust in and ripping a gasp from your lungs. Somehow he managed to lift you and push you up against the wall of the shack, gravity doing most of the work in shoving you deeper onto his cock, letting out a loud moan. “F-fuck!!” Is all you manage to get out as he begins to thrusts into you, the angle hit all the right areas, and spreading you further out.

Painting and moan leave the two of you and the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin fills the room. The smell of arousal makes you forget the room your currently in, intoxicating and luring you into more of him. “Fuck your drenched, nice and warm for me to fuck.” His voice rings in your head as you try your best to watch him fuck you, looking up at him, you’re met with his lips, dominating your mouth and fucking into you.

“Hancock, I think-!” Your moans interrupt you as you try your best to squeeze around his cock, taking in as much as you can of his cock, milking him of all he’s worth. “Hancock!” He watches your face contorting into pleasure and he smirks, knowing how close you are. Feeling you squeeze, and clench around him. “Cum for me sunshine, cum over my cock, I know you can take it.” Your head hangs as you focus on the pleasure washing over you, moaning into his neck, your nails digging into his back as your legs tighten around his side. Your walls fluttering over him in an attempt to keep him deep inside of you and you let out a loud groan followed by weak screams of his name. “John! Fuck! John!” Your weak and trapped in his grasp, feeling his hips pounding into your now weak core. The feeling of his balls biting you and how deep he is inside makes you whine and scream. Raw and weak, drained and drenched in sweat. Hancock scans over your face as your eyes are rolled back into your skull. It drives him nuts, wanting this feeling to last forever. Your walls trying to clench but your body unable to move from cumming. “Fuck! So fucking good baby, just last a little longer for me, you got this sunshine.” He holds you close and continues to fuck into your limp body as your gasping. With a few more thrusts, John is cumming deep inside of you, filling you up with his warm seed. He’s groaning into your skin, continuing to fuck through his high. Feeling your walls drip with his cum and your own slickness.

He pulls out of you, painting and lowering you down, your legs give out beneath you and once more he has you hold you up until he can lay you down on the sleeping bag that was pulled out previously. Your mind completely blank as your tired fucked out body relaxes into the soft blanket. Johns panting and shaking, jittery and weak from fucking you. Only then he realizes you passed out and he is left you clean you up. “I love you so fucking much.” He mumbles to himself and while he’s watching you’re sweaty body breath, you smile and he smiles back, grabbing what he can to clean you up and tuck you in for the night.

Once Hancock has you cleaned up, he’s relaxed for the night and after about an hour or so, you begin to wake from your sleep and you look around, seeing your laying on his now clothed lap with him passed out while sitting up. You gently wake him and motion for him to join you in the sleeping bag and he agrees, your tired weak bodies laying as the night begins to fade into dawn and yet for some reason, there was no longer a rush to get to wherever you thought you needed to go too earlier that day.

Authors notes: anyways I hope y’all enjoyed this I really appreciate the love for this man. He genuinely is my favorite character to write ab even though this is my first time writing about him (I just wanna marry him already, I love my old scrappy men)

I did not proofread this and I never will proof read I think♥️ anyways here’s some jet, looks like y’all could use a pick me up after this one

[yumiis]

hiiii i was wondering if u could do a tanner x reader , where the reader was also a streamer !!

also also ive read some of ur work and shared it w my friends :) !!

thank you ₊˚⊹♡

sure thing lovebug! and omg, really!! that means so much to me, thank you for sharing my works <3

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 AND WE'RE LIVE ; TANNER

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genre; fluff/humor

type; blurb

read below!

Tanner was never one to introduce himself when he came in your room. Sure, he knocked on everyone else's doors, but not yours. He didn't think that mattered a whole lot. He obviously knows you're a streamer, but normally you'd text him when you start streaming or when you're about to start. That's just a precaution you guys take so no one comes bursting into anyone's streams unannounced.

You pull your phone out your pocket, pulling up your messages and pressing Tanner's contact.

'hey, abt to start streaming'

'ok loser'

That's normally how the interaction went, and then all was well. He wouldn't burst in, you wouldn't leave your chat unannounced, etc. This time though, Tanner had other plans. He booted up his stream, and quickly went live.

"Look, guys, hello, yes, yeah, yeah hi! Keep it down wouldja? I'm about to go scare the shit out of Y/n. DO NOT go in their chat and tell them." He left a pinned message in his chat saying what he was doing and where he was going, praying to whatever god there is that you didn't get his stream notification.

Of course, you weren't paying attention to your phone, you were pretty focused on playing Lethal Company. Slowly, Tanner started creeping in your door. He puts a finger over his lips to signal your chat to keep their mouths shut.

Tanner slowly crept up behind you, and then when the moment was right, he struck. He grabbed your shoulders, almost viciously shaking you back and forth and screaming near your ears. Him shaking you so much caused your headset to drop down, so his screaming was very, very loud.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" You screamed out, quickly jumping out of your seat and putting your fists up, ready to fight him. "TANNER!" He almost cried from laughing so damn hard. He got you good, and he knows he did. "YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE! Chat! Chat! Clip that!" You whipped your head around, "Do NOT CLIP THAT."

Tanner laughed a bit more, but after his laughing fit, he placed a soft kiss on your hairline and pat your back. "Alright, alright! I'll leave you alone now. Bye, honey!"

"Bye, asshole." You kept quiet for a minute, your eyes scanning over chat. "... Hey, chat. There's a new poll, should I break up with Tanner?"

Tanner shows up in chat, 'RIGGED RIGGED RIGGED THIS SHIT IS RIGGED'

[huellitaa]

style & school ₊˚⊹♡

for the girls who want to look cute in school even with uniform because school is, in fact, a fashion show ✨🎀

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ first things first, before we get into anything, take into account your school dress code. things to think about:

♡ skirt lengths

♡ jewelry

♡ shoe types

♡ colours and accessories

♡ makeup restrictions

once we've established these things, then we can figure out a way to decorate ur uniform and make ur school life cuter! ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ sizing and best fit

so this sounds like it should be pretty obvious but nowadays, since school uniform is often bought online, the sizes might not always be the most accurate and may not compliment your body type as well as you'd like.

what i'd say for this is when buying new uniform always always always try and get the exact measurements and try your best to get one that compliments your body type as best you can for maximum comfort and maximum confidence ♡

i personally have my jumper / sweater a little bigger than needed just because it's comfy and it looks cute but go with whatever makes you the most comfortable and suits your style the most ♡

i know a few people who've got their uniform tailored to their size specifically and it helps a lot or they've just made little changes here and there, so i would definitely recommend this as one of the most basic things you'd need to start with.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ hair and accessories

ur hair is SO important because it can make a world of difference when it comes to accessorising even the most bland, boring outfits, in and out of school. i have a pinterest board of hair ideas and ways to do ur hair for in and out of school, but i'll list some ideas:

♡ hair clips! pearls, ribbons, colours, whatever you'd like! <3 ♡ half up half down is iconic, obviously! bonus points if you do half up half down pigtails, i do these all the time w ribbons in <3 ♡ claw clips! claw clips always they're so iconic and so cute ♡ space buns and braids of any kind are absolutely adorable. twin hairstyles are the cutest ever idc

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ socks and shoes

okay believe me this makes SO much of a difference. i've been wearing black knee high ribbon socks and mary janes since i started high school and i look so bare without them. the impact that the little details can have on bland british school uniform is INSANE. lace, frills, small ribbons, mary janes, boots, any cute shoes that are allowed and fit the dress code will do ♡

i'd also recommend leg warmers if they're allowed! we aren't allowed them here but i've seen uniforms that are and they look absolutely adorable ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ jewelry, jewelry, jewelry!

so at my school we aren't allowed jewelry (but everyone wears it anyway) but i have found a way to improvise. everybody knows jewelry is a gorgeous way to uplift any outfit and make it look fancier and prettier and much more glamorous and it makes no different for school uniform!

if you aren't allowed jewelry then i'd also say if you're good at being sneaky to hide it under long sleeves or collars when around teachers and then just wear it the rest of the time. i do this personally because i've been doing it for years but this is not encouragement to get you into trouble! do not do this if you have a super super strict school and / or can't hide it well!

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ bags n decor

oh my gosh i have this absolutely adorable bag for school ,, my bsf @gy0th-yawnzzn knows 🙏 having a cute bag makes things so much more fun. the amount of times i've had both teachers and students compliment my bag is crazy. ur whole life lives in there throughout the day so naturally ur gonna want it to be cute. keychains, ribbons, pearls, beads, bracelets, photos, charms, anything you can find and anything you like! my personal inspo:

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ handmade things

along with being unique and individual and personal to you, having cute little trinkets and bracelets and handmade things can also make things so much cuter and give you your own kind of flair, as it were. i personally add ribbons to everything and cutify EVERYTHING i own cuz it just makes things way more enjoyable (like our school has special planners given to us and i decorate mine w gems and stickers) and wear bracelets i've made to school too! this is handy for individuality and just the little extra if ur super commited ig ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ season matching

matching your uniform alterations to the seasons is so cute and effective and makes you feel so much cuter and more in tune to the world around you, and gives you a sort of signature style too.

for example, in the summertime:

♡ short socks with frills or ribbons

♡ girly sunglasses (i have this pair of heart sunglasses and i absolutely adore them, i wear them everywhere)

♡ cute colour coordinated hats to match uniform

♡ shorter skirts, school dresses or shorts

♡ pretty golden or summery jewelry

in the winter time:

♡ hats, scarves, gloves, cute coats are a MUST

♡ long sleeves, vests under shirts to keep u warm, etc

♡ trousers, longer skirts

♡ leg warmers, long socks, tights or leggings

♡ jumpers, sweaters, cardigans, and so on

of course do all of these things depending on restrictions, make sure you aren't getting yourself into trouble ! but looking cute is also just as important to me and so i've tried my best to compile a list tailored to all of the strict school girlies with uniforms and restrictions that will help as many of you as possible. girls support girls to look as cute as we can whenever we can ♡

all my love! 💗🎀💖✨💘

[hiddenavenues]

hi :)) I saw ur introduction post and I think you're super cool!!1! can you make an Arthur Morgan x transmasc fic where him and the reader meet at that one party mission in Saint Denis <3 if you can't do it or feel umcomfy please feel free to ignore!! hope you have a great day ❤️❤️❤️

An Outlaws Masquerade

a/n: HI ANON THANK YOU FOR WAITING! I loved writing this req and it got a little longer than anticipated. Let me know how you feel about it, hope you enjoy!

Arthur Morgan x TransMasc!Reader

Words: 2.0k

CW: Mention of drinking, reader is an outlaw, mentions of violence, fake drunk, one cigarette mentioned

Your suit clung to your frame like a second skin as you lifted a glass of sparkling champagne to your lips. The fine fabric sculpted your silhouette, a sharp contrast to your usual attire of mud-splattered boots and worn-out denim. Tonight, you played a part, one that felt as foreign as the luxury surrounding you.

The chill from the garden’s cement bench seeped through your trousers as you sought refuge from the suffocating swirl of expensive cologne and clinking glasses. Here, among the well-kept roses and tulips, the scent of earth and flowers soothed your fraying nerves, offering a moment of clarity.

You received the invitation a few days ago, addressed to an alias you’d recently grown accustomed to. The waxy paper and crimson seal alone screamed wealth, with elegant swirls and dots of ink inside mocking your humble home. A party hosted by the mayor, a perfect opportunity to sniff out a lucrative job, albeit of the less-than-legal variety.

For nearly two hours, you had absentmindedly milled through the crowd, joining conversations and hoping to hear anything about a job with money. The jewels adorning the hands of oblivious partygoers sparkled mockingly, unaware of the thief in their midst. You drifted through the crowd like a shadow, listening for whispers of opportunity.

Movement from the balcony caught your eye. Four men in Saint Denis’ finest stood above the rest of the party. You recognized Bronte; his arrogant smirk seemed to ooze venom as he introduced the other men to two newcomers. A man in a black top hat stood beside him, his voice loud enough to carry over the chatter in the garden. The bite in his laugh and sharpness in his gaze felt inhuman, like a wolf surveying prey.

If you hadn’t been paying attention, you wouldn’t have noticed the fifth man lingering in the shadows behind the wolf.

He didn’t fit in with the boisterous men around him; his large frame and sun-kissed cheeks betrayed his attempt at fitting into high-class society. There was something in how he carried himself, a guarded ease, a quiet readiness that struck a chord of familiarity. You’d seen it before, felt it in yourself, that unspoken mark of someone who lived by their own rules outside the bounds of polite society.

You watched as his gaze flicked over the clusters of people, lingering just long enough to assess each group before moving on.

As if sensing your attention, his eyes snapped to yours.

For a moment, neither of you moved. His gaze was steady and calculating, eyes scanning you slowly before returning to yours. You tilted your glass slightly in silent acknowledgment. His expression remained unreadable, though a subtle shift in his posture suggested he’d taken note of your greeting.

Before you could dwell on it further, the wolf let out a bark of laughter and gestured to the garden below, drawing the party's attention. While everyone turned to catch a glance at whatever he thought was interesting, you glanced back to where you last saw the fifth man, only to find an empty balcony.

Your mouth tugged into a grin. Not a shabby distraction.

You stood up slowly, smoothing out the fabric of your suit before slipping through the crowd to the mansion's entrance.

The party’s hum grew distant as you wandered deeper into the mansion. The cool marble floors were a welcome reprieve from the stuffy press of bodies and clinking glasses.

Walking past the open front doors, the empty night beyond whispered your name, begging you to ignore the tether deep in your gut, beckoning you to the mystery man. No matter how appealing your warm bed sounded, you couldn’t shake the feeling that leaving now would mean missing something important, something that could change everything.

Your leather shoes are silent over carpeted stairs; candles mounted to the wall flickering as you pass by. Reaching the top of the stairs, you pause in front of an ornate wooden door. Glancing around the landing, you note that all the doors are open and inviting, nearly begging wanderers to step inside and drool at the priceless books and artifacts. Lights had been strung through the doorways of other rooms as if trying to draw the eye away from this one.

You’d hardly be able to call yourself an outlaw if you didn’t have at least a little peak.

Your fingers twitch for your throwing knives confiscated downstairs as you inch open the door, heart pounding as you glimpse bookshelves lining the walls of a small room. The sound of paper whispering between fingers alerts you to the room's occupancy. Slowly you push the door further, revealing the man from the balcony standing behind a large wood desk.

With his back to you, the man is unaware of your intrusion, his eyes scan a paper in front of him, mouthing each word as his finger ghosts over the lines of text. With the intention of catching a glimpse at the paper, you open the door wider, only for the sound of squealing hinges to cut through the stillness.

Your heart stills in your chest as the man’s eyes snap to yours, his hand darting to an empty holster. A snarl curls his lip, eyes zipping from yours to the door behind you.

For a second, you’re reminded of a cornered animal torn between fight or flight.

“You move, and I’ll make sure no one hears you scream.” He growls, voice just over a whisper.

Your brows raise as you slowly lift your hands, palms toward him. “Easy tiger, I’m no rat.”

A muscle in the man's jaw feathered as his eyes narrowed. “What a man of money doing snooping around where he shouldn’t?”

“Same thing you are, I suppose,” You take a step further into the room, softly shutting the door behind you. “A place like this is brimming with opportunity.”

“That so?” His brows knitted together as he looked you over, taking in the suit and fine leather shoes. “Don’t exactly look the part of an outlaw.”

“And you do?” You question, gesturing with your raised hands to his matching black suit and slick-backed hair.

The man purses his lips, trying to hide a reluctant smile. You breathe a sigh of relief as he relaxes his shoulders, eyes glancing back to the desk he had been searching before returning to yours. “You here for something in particular or just distracting me?”

You lowered your arms slowly, daring a glance at the scattered papers on the desk. In the pale light, bold red ink stamped across the top of the first sheet caught your eye: TOP SECRET: EXTREMELY CONFIDENTIAL.

“Let’s just say we’re after the same thing. Maybe we can help each other out.”

The man tilted his head, studying you for a long moment before seemingly arriving at a conclusion.

“Fine, but any funny business, and I’m putting a bullet in your head.” He mumbles, grabbing the paper. You didn’t bother pointing out how neither of you currently had your weapons.

"Arthur," he said, extending a hand toward you.

You grasped it, your calloused palms brushing against his as you replied with your name.

“Saw ya’ from the balcony, didn’t I?” Arthur asks.

“That ya’ did,” You grin, stepping to stand beside Arthur. “I amend your attempt at fitting in, but I hate to admit you stick out like a sore thumb up there.” You laugh quietly at the look of bemused annoyance on Arthur’s face.

“Ain't my usual crowd, that's for sure. You seem more at ease than most with that fancy suit, but I reckon it ain't your usual attire either." He says sheepishly.

You chuckle softly, "You caught me. This whole setup is more costume than anything else. I'm here on business."

Arthur's eyes flicked back to the papers in his hand, then to you. "Well, if we’re gonna work together, best not waste time. What exactly are you after?"

Time seemed to slow as you and Arthur discussed a plan, taking turns offering ideas on the job. You were surprised to learn Arthur ran with the Van Der Linde gang, the same boys who stirred up Black Water months back.

Arthur stashed the papers inside his jacket before glancing at the door. “We best get moving before we push our luck in here.” He sighs, stepping around you to press an ear to the door.

Following suit, both of you listen intently for signs of anyone outside. Arthur meets your eyes after a few seconds, providing a curt nod before pulling the door open.

To both of your relief, the hallway is empty.

The distant chatter from the party outside drowns out the soft click as Arthur closes the door behind you. Glancing back at him, he puts a finger to his lips before pointing towards the staircase you’d climbed minutes ago. Seeing as the balcony was now empty of Bronte and his goons, you were still in restricted territory.

Luck was not on your side as the sound of approaching voices freezes you both in place.

Arthur’s hand gently wraps around your bicep in warning, a look of alarm plastered across his face.

“We got company,” Arthur mutters, breath warm against the shell of your ear. “Best figure something out before ole’ bronte has both us swingin’ from the gallows.”

Your mind reels as you think of all the acts that have gotten you out of predicaments worse than this. An idea sparks as you look Arthur over.

Your voice is firmer than you thought it’d be as you tangle his hair in your fingers, pulling strands out of place with haste. “Follow my lead,” You whisper, musing your own hair before stumbling towards the staircase, a bubbly laugh on your tongue.

You let your body sway as you stumble into the wall, a drunk smile tugging your lips. You hear a muttered curse from behind you before Arthurs's faltering steps follow yours, adopting a similar stagger as the voices round the corner.

Two sharply dressed men stop dead at the sight of you, brows furrowing in bewilderment. “What the hell are you doing up here?” One demands, tone sharp with anger. The glint of metal from the man's hip has your stomach lurching. Seems like not everyone's guns were confiscated.

Arthur bumps into you, bracing himself with a shoulder against the wall. “We got lost! Some party, huh?” He slurs, a ridiculous grin splitting his cheeks.

“We thought this was... Was the way to the bathroom, but nooooo…!” You add, lightly shoving Arthur’s shoulder, nearly tumbling him to the carpet. “This guy’s got us all turned ‘round!” You laugh as Arthur grabs at your arm to stabilize himself.

The men exchange looks of disgust, clearly unimpressed, but suspicion no longer lining their brows. “The bathroom is downstairs,” One growls, pointing down the stairs behind them.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” Arthur mumbles, swaying as both of you lean into each other for support down the stairs, muttering slurred apologies and biting back laughter.

Grabbing back both your weapons from the front door, neither of you drops the rouse as you sway across the front lawn. You trip over your own shoes as concrete turns into the muddy streets of Saint-Denis.

As the mansion lights flicker a few houses down, you both let out stifled laughs that quickly have both of you doubling over, hands on your knees as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

Arthur straightens, letting out a breathy sigh, “Well, that was somethin’,” he chuckles, gaze drifting to the stretch of street you’d just stumbled down before landing on you. “Didn’t think I’d be playing a drunk fool just to get outta’ a place like that.”

You smirk, tucking your hair back into place with daft fingers. “Could’ve fooled me. Ya’ were a natural.”

Arthur snorts, lighting a cigarette from his jacket pocket. “Maybe, but I don’t plan on makin’ it a habit. You come up with this stuff on the fly, or is actin’ like a fool just somethin’ you’re good at?”

You scoff at the lighthearted insult. “Guess you’ll just have to stick around to find out.” You tease, nudging his shoulder with your own.

Arthur studies you as he takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke into the night air. “Reckon I just might.”