#nite owl smut

[dinsverdika]

The Answer to Boredom is Pleasure

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/mandalorian!Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): smut, established relationship (though it can be read as ambiguous), dom/sub understones, oral (Bo-Katan receives it), semi-public sex, pet names, throne sex, opening for round 2, a bit of fluff, kissing, reader is afab

Word Count: 2,718

Notes: you know I had to do it.

pet names used: obedient pet, good girl (for reader.)

Part. II >

Bored. You were bored.

Your eyes scanned around the throne room again.

Nothing.

It was empty, no guests in sight; exactly like the last time you looked around the room. No approaching steps could be heard either. Only the sound of the waves crashing against the cliff nearby was ricochetting on the stone walls of the room.

The silence was not bothersome to you. Neither was it to Bo-Katan. You shifted your attention to the red-headed woman. She sat on the throne in a way that would express nonchalance. Yet, you knew better.

You trained your gaze on her thumb massaging her palm. The repeated circling motion was not enough to hold your attention for long. Your eyes darted up to her face, her features were closed off.

You were sitting on her left with your legs crossed. You tore your eyes away from her face and focused your attention on her helmet resting on your lap, yours was left on the ground. You traced the Nite Owls symbol painted on it with your pointing finger for the tenth time today.

You couldn't help the sigh escaping your lips.

“What?” she let out.

“I’m bored,” you whined.

She had to hold back the chuckle bubbling up in her throat as she turned her head to look at you. Your lips were pursed in a pout, a slight frown was creating a crease between your eyebrows.

“And what do you want me to do about that?” she asked.

“We could go do something,” you retorted, gesturing around the room. “We’ve been sitting here in silence for hours, having to watch you sulk.”

“I’m not sulking,” she replied quickly.

“What are you doing, then?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Thinking,” she replied matter-of-factly.

You let out a heavy ugh as you rolled your head back. A smirk tugged on the corners of Bo-Katan’s lips as she watched you.

“What do you wanna do, then?”

Playfulness made your eyes twinkle as you leaned your face back down and sank your gaze into hers.

"Well," you began, the whiney tone in your voice completely gone. "While you were sulking, I thought of a few ways to pass the time…" You untangled your legs, discarded her helmet from your lap -it joined yours on the floor- and scooted closer to her. "Some of these things would take your mind off things, too," you teased.

Your face was a few centimetres from hers, now. Her eyes lingered on your parted lips, her tongue caught your attention as she used it to moisturise her own lips. Your eyes sank into her green ones, lust had clouded them as she'd processed your words.

You didn't let her reply to your advances, choosing to plant a kiss on her lips instead. The kiss started gentle, almost shy as if it was a first kiss.

Bo-Katan changed up the pace as her hands found your hips, pulling you on her lap; your knees bracketing her thighs. The kiss deepened as her hands left your hips to go up and down your sides. Your hands, which had been laying flat on her chest plate, slid up to rest on her shoulders.

You traced her bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, threading one of your hands in her short hair. You used it to slightly pull on it, she hissed; her eyes finding yours. You ignored the glare she was throwing your way and trailed down her jawline with quick kisses. You felt her shivering against you. She felt you smirking against her skin as you kissed your way to her neck.

Goosebumps spread on her skin as you nuzzled the spot below her ear. She tilted her head on the side, granting you a better access to her neck as you sucked the sensitive skin between your lips. You sucked and licked her skin until it had reddened into a lovely bruise.

You tore your face away from her neck. Satisfaction washed over you as your gaze found her face. The frustration and anger which were pulling her features harshly were completely gone, having let place for a flustered look. Her lips were swollen from the kisses, her cheeks were decorated with a pretty shade of red.

"It looks like I'm doing a good job at taking your mind off things," you teased.

She scoffed. "That was it? I expected more from you," she replied.

Her taunting didn't impress you. You let her question hang in the air as you pushed yourself off her. Her eyes were trained on you as you kneeled in front of her.

Arousal was simmering in Bo-Katan's lower tummy, her eyes remained on you as she admired your form. You were sitting on the balls of your feet, your hands were joined on your thighs, your head was bowed. You looked so eager. So eager to make her forget, so eager to please her.

Fulfillment coursed through her veins, making her lean over slowly. Her touch was gentle as she caught your chin between her fingers and tilted your head up. Your pupils jumped between hers, warmth spread in her chest as Bo-Katan noticed the sense of relief washing over you. She managed to convey how pleased she was with you with only a look in your eyes.

"For someone who was trying to be a tease a few minutes ago," she said. "You sure look like an obedient pet right now."

A poorly restrained whine from you reached her ears. You broke eye contact, preferring to focus your attention on your joined hands on your lap.

Her chest moved in rhythm with her chuckle. "What happened?" she asked, cupping your cheek.

The leather of her glove was warm against your cheek, you couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You knelt in front of me and were reminded of your place?" she added.

Her soft touch was replaced by a harsh grip on your lower face, she made you look at her again. "Answer me."

"Yes," you uttered. "I just wanna make you feel good," you added.

She hummed contently. Her hand stayed on your face for a few more seconds before being replaced by the cool air of the room hitting your skin. Her upper body was leaned back against the backrest once more.

The way she sat, the way she spoke, the way she looked down at you. Everything about it was imposing, commanding. A thrill ran up your spine as her whole attention was focused on you. It made you feel so small, at her mercy.

Seeing that you were waiting patiently for her permission, her lips parted, "go on, then," she rested her right cheek on her knuckles, "make me feel good."

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as your fingers found the clasps of her greaves. Once removed, you carefully placed them on the floor next to you. Her poleyns quickly joined them on the floor.

You removed your own gloves with your teeth, your eyes never leaving hers as you did so. "Look at you," she said. "So eager to put on a show for me."

You could not help from feeling embarrassed at her words. Neither could you help the wave of arousal crashing over you as her eyes pierced through you.

"It's so easy to embarrass you," she cooed. "Come on," she added. "Don't let me distract you."

Bo-Katan might have looked like she was in control and had the upper hand but anticipation was growing crescendo within her chest. She was ready to let go of the act when your hands slid up her thighs, the fabric of her trousers being an unpleasant barrier between your hands and the skin of her thighs. Your fingers quickly found the buckle of her utility belt, she watched as you skillfully undid it. It was soon forgotten with the rest of her belongings on the floor.

Tingles went up her spine as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her trousers. Your eyes darted up to her face, silently asking her for permission.

Instead of granting it to you, she cupped your face once more. Endearment bloomed in her chest as her eyes lingered on your features.

"You're so pretty like this," she said. "On your knees, so willing to make me forget."

You'd always been an open book. Even with your helmet on, Bo-Katan had always been able to see right through you. The flustered look on your face only made the adoration she felt for you grow tenfold. You could have left with the others when they had realised that she had failed retrieving the Darksaber but you stayed. You stayed and never left her side, allowing her to grief but also not letting her sink in this spiral of never-ending apathy. You filled the loneliness she would've otherwise felt in the emptiness of her family castle; the ghosts of her past were not as visible when you were there.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" she asked.

You nodded. "I am," you replied.

You looked down to where your hands were. "May I proceed?" you asked.

"You may," she answered.

With her help, her trousers and underwear were soon on the floor. Your hands were on her knees, slowly spreading her legs further open. The view of her glistening cunt made your mouth water, lust clouded your head as you grasped her hips; gently pulling Bo-Katan's body to the edge of her seat.

She let out a shaky exhale as you began peppering kisses in her inner thighs, featherlight kisses which made her shiver. You kissed your way up her thighs until your nose reached the spot where her thigh and pelvis meet. Your warm breath against her centre fueled her arousal.

You slowly parted her bottom lips with the tip of your tongue, ghosting over her clit. You leaned away from her, a smirk decorating your face, ready to throw a teasing remark her way. It died on your lips as she grabbed the back of your head and guided you against her roughly.

A surprised gasp slipped out of your lips, making her chuckle above you. It swiftly turned into a strangled moan as you glided the flat of your tongue through her folds. You hummed as her taste spread on your tastebuds. The same motion was repeated a couple of times as your eyes darted up and lingered on her face.

Her lips were parted, letting soft moans escape with no restraint. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were half-closed. Her green eyes were intently gazing into yours. Lust was complimenting her features, making your own arousal burn bright in your lower tummy.

You closed your eyes once more, focusing on your task at hand. You brought your tongue to her clit, flicking at it lightly. Bo-Katan threw her head back against the backrest, her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensations your tongue was providing her. It'd been so long since she had let herself get swept away by pleasure, she let her frustration and resentment seep away as it rushed through her veins. Her climax was slowly building up as you lapped at her, your tongue skillfully working through her folds.

Your hands snaked up her thighs until they'd reached her hips once more. Her entire body melted as you began massaging her hips tenderly. Her other hand reached for one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. The sweet gesture locking you together in the moment.

Your tongue found its way to her entrance. She hummed pleasantly as you pushed it in and out of her lazily, savouring the way she tasted.

"You taste so good," you rasped out.

Bo-Katan stared at your lips, swollen and glossy with her wetness. The sight alone threatened to push over the edge of bliss. Eager to make her feel good, your mouth was quickly back on her; any reply Bo-Katan might have thought of disappeared in the haze of lust surrounding her as her clit was sucked between your lips.

You grunted against her as she tightened her thighs around your face, the vibrations going straight to her core. Bo-Katan began undulating her hips against your mouth on their own, her body chasing the release she was craving.

She thought that the sight of your swollen, glossy lips might have pushed over the edge. Yet, seeing you sticking your tongue out, your eyes pleading her to use you how she wished, to use you to make herself come had her inner walls fluttering around nothing.

"I'm getting close," she warned. Her hips were now stuttering on your tongue.

"Please, come on my tongue," you begged, flicking your tongue on her bundle of nerves. "Please, Bo."

Bo-Katan came undone with a choked sob, her muscles tensed and her back arched. You had to tighten your grip on her hips to keep her still while you fucked her through her orgasm. Waves after waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her as you eagerly licked her release, humming enthusiastically as she experienced the aftershocks of her climax.

Bo-Katan grew overstimulated under your touch, twitching away from your mouth as you licked her clean. You planted one last kiss on her bottom lips before leaning away from her core and pressing your cheek on her inner thigh.

The lustful haze clouding Bo-Katan’s head slowly dissipated as she came back to her senses, letting place to a feeling of peacefulness. This new sense of weightlessness was accompanied by warm and fuzzy feelings for you.

She reached down and cupped your cheek, you leaned into her touch. “How’re you feeling,” you asked gently.

“Great,” she replied, her thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you pushed yourself up and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. She sighed into the kiss, the tip of her tongue breaching her lips to swipe over your bottom lip. She hummed as her own taste hit her taste buds, you smiled against her lips and leaned away.

"Your hair is a mess," you said.

"I wonder whose fault that is," she retorted.

Your smile grew bigger as you reached up to remove her headband. The front locks of her hair were now framing her face, your heart began beating faster as your eyes gazed over her blissed out face.

You gently pushed the strands of hair and tucked them behind her ears. You gazed into each other's eyes before slowly sealing your lips together once more. Joy rushed into your veins as the kiss deepened, arousal started simmering in your lower tummy once more.

Bo-Katan broke the kiss first, tucking on your lower lip with her teeth before letting it snap back in place.

"We need to get out of here," she whispered, peppering kisses all over your neck.

"To go where?" you exhale, your face heating up under her ministrations.

"My ship," she replied. "My sleeping quarters are more comfy than the throne." She licked behind your ear, drawing a shaky exhale out of you. "No one will interrupt us…" she added.

Her last few words were what had given you the strength to push yourself off her. Bo-Katan cocked her eyebrow at you as you knelt in front of her again.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

She watched as you gathered her belongings on the ground. "Put them back on," you ordered, handing her underwear and trousers.

She refrained herself from calling out your bossy attitude, enjoying how keenly you were behaving. She took her clothes from you, stood up and quickly put them back on. You were done gathering your gloves as well as the pieces of her armour while Bo-Katan was getting dressed again.

"There's no need to put them back on," you said before she could ask. You balanced the items of clothing in one arm and pressed them against your chest. You used your other free hand to link yours and Bo-Katan's fingers together. "They were going to get ripped off you again as soon as we'd set foot in your ship."

You pulled on her arm and began walking towards the exit of the castle, impatient to finally leave that damned place.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Loving You's A Dirty Job (The Comedian/Eddie Blake)

Masterlist

Warning: swearing, violence, smut, mention of sexual assault

Y/N- your name

Y/H/N - your hero name

Summary: Story inspired by the song - Loving You's a Dirty Job, but Somebody's Gotta Do It by - Bonnie Tyler. The Watchmen find out there's a totally different side to The Comedian they didn't know about.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Bullseye!!” you silently shook your head at The Comedian’s childlike manner of enjoyment at having just opened gunfire upon a crowd of protesters.

“What…?” he turns around, hands in the air with an innocent grin on that ridiculously handsome face of his.

With a tilt of the head, you bite into your lip, narrowing your gaze on him while deep in thought as you leaned against the nearby building wall. “Still pondering over the fact, if whether I should find that scary or hot…”

“Always knew you had the hots for me, Sugatits…” The Comedian bites his lip with a dimpled smirk as he walks toward you.

“What I tell ya about laying off of my tits, Comedian” you shoot him a warning glare.

“Well… I definitely would love to lay something on them…” he lustfully groans out, biting into his lower lip as he stared down at them.

“Is that so… and what might that be…?” you teasingly ask, poking at the centre of his armoured chest with your index finger. Slowly moving it up his face and hooking it under his chin, “and my eyes…” you seductively whisper, lifting his eyes up to make contact with your own, “are… up here” you playfully smack at his cheek.

“Oh… baby…” The Comedian shakes his head with a low growl, “the things… I’d love… to do… to you…”

Moving in closer to The Comedian, silently placing your lips to his ear, “in your dreams, Blake…” you softly whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then quietly walk away.

“You should be more careful around him, you know” Nite Owl remarks when you walk pass him.

“Excuse me?” you pause, turning around to look at him in confusion.

“Eddie…” Nite Owl nods towards The Comedian, whom was at that very moment standing further up the road; howling out with laughter as he watched the retreating figure of someone after he fired a teargas grenade at them. “You should be more careful with how you interact with him. Eddie has a bit of a reputation when it comes to woman and-”

“I’ve heard all the stories, Dan” you cut it off beforehand, “and you have warned before… multiple times… over the years…”

“I know” Nite Owl sighs out, “just thought I’d remind you. I know you’re an extremely powerful fighter, but The Comedian is a big man, one that not even you would be able to fight.”

“Is that so…?” you narrow a gaze at him and then turn to yell out loudly, “Comedian! “

“The fuck you want?!” Eddie yelled back in frustration.

“Owl-face over here!” you yell out pointing towards Dan, “He thinks I can’t handle ya!”

“Oooh! She handles me reaaaal… good…!” Eddie loudly yells out in response, cupping at his crotch with a groan and you giggled.

Turning back around, you freeze mid giggle when noticing the frown on Dan’s face. “In the five years I’ve been part of Watchmen, have I ever laid any form of complaint against Eddie?” you ask Dan and he shakes his head. “No… as a matter of fact, there were always a ton of complaints about you. And they were all from Eddie…”

“I know…” you snicker out in amusement, “I annoyed the shit out of him that first year we were partnered up.”

“You know, I always believed something happened during that time” Dan suddenly remarks deep in thought, “and that it was the reason why you left for those two years thereafter. But when you returned the two of you were like long lost buddies.”

“We missed annoying the shit out of each other, so we decided to compromise…” you shrug in remark. “It’s going to take a lot more than his ugly old mug to scare me off” you wink at him and then walk off to do your job.

“Just be careful!” Dan calls out to you one last time.

“Always am, Gumdrop!” you call back slowly skipping away as Dan shook his head at you.

Few Days Later

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen…” the photographer announces after the flash and the crowd you were posing with steps aside. “That will be the last photo with, Y/H/N, the next time slots will be available for later this afternoon.”

Stepping up to the nearby makeup station they had put up, you let out a heavy sigh as you stared at your exhausted features while fixing your mask and giving your costume a once over in the mirror. Sometimes you found yourself missing this old costume; you thought staring down at the sheer violet skirt you had over the almost panty-like leather shorts you, accompanied by the fishnet stocking covering your bare legs. But you had made the decision to trade them in for some long leather tights instead, as a certain someone didn’t like the idea of others having a free show of what was his.

Noticing one of the event assistants walking by, you stop her, “I’m going to be heading for my room until needed again.”

“No problem, Ms. Y/H/N” she nods at you in agreement, “I’ll have them call upstairs when it’s time for you to be back.”

“Thank you” you responding hastily rushing to get out of the crowded room filled with people as they swarmed each and every photo and autograph booth around. It was barely even 12pm and you were already feeling like throwing the towel in.

“That was exhausting…” you let out a sigh of relief entering your hotel room. Unhooking the skirt of your costume and tossing it on the nearby chair, you then head for bathroom to remove your mask and eye makeup.

You were deep in thought, busy patting your face dry when you entered back into the bedroom. “Jesus Christ! You scared the crap out of me” you glare at the muscular figure sitting on the bed.

“Saw you disappeared, so I came to check up on you” he flashes you a mischievous smile as he slowly stands up.

“I’m seriously tired, Eddie and just want to take a nap” you groan out, heading for your robe. “What are you even doing in here?”

“Can’t a guy make sure his PARTNER’s doing ok?” Eddie bites down on his lower lip as he slowly stalks towards you. “Damn, I miss seeing you in this old get-up…” he groans out loudly with a lust filled shake of the head.

“If that guy is you… then no” you comment with a snobbish brow arch.

“C'mon baby…” Eddie remarks, placing a hand on your waist, pulling your back flushed up against his front. Tipping down to press a trail of kisses up and down the side of your neck, “We both know you love spending time with me…”

“Nite Owl will kill you if he finds you in here” you whisper, a soft moan managing to slip out when Eddie’s tongue comes in contact with your skin as he licked his way up your throat.

“Owl-Face?” Eddie snickers against your flesh, “that lamppost got nothing on me, I’d kick his ass in two seconds.”

“I’m sure he’d be able to last a few rounds in a fight with you” you comment peeping one eye open to look down at his reaction.

Eddie stood deadly silent then, standing up straight he lets out an animalistic like growl and spins you around to face him. “Are you questioning my abilities?” his eyes dangerously dark as he backed you up against the nearby wall. “Do I have to remind you how strong I really am…?”

“I find that if a man has to constantly brag and remind people of his strength…” with a head tilt and tongue flick, you narrow your gaze as you looked down at his crotch area then whisper the last bit, “it’s usually because he’s lacking in other places…”

“Oh, I’ll show you about ‘lacking’!” Eddie hisses out, pushing you hard against the wall.

“Ouch!” you cry out as your head slammed against the wall you had forgotten was behind you.

“Oh… you’re going to be hurting a lot more than that when I’m done with you…” Eddie snares out in warning, hands reaching for your extremely short leather shorts.

“Is that supposed to scare me…?” you challenge him with a smirk, “the ‘Big Scary Comedian’… oooo… I’m scared…” you snicker while he pulled your shorts off. “You’re nothing but a glorified clown with a gun.”

“A clown, hey…?” Eddie narrows his gaze as he straightened up in front of you. “And you…” he responds, lifting your leg up, “are noting… but a teasing… little… slut…”

You let out a loud gasp when Eddie suddenly forces two fingers deep inside you. “Ahh… there’s my little slut…” Eddie softly coos at you, “nice and wet… bet you’re like this for all them? Even Owl-Face?”

At that moment you weren’t really paying much attention to anything Eddie was saying; your mind completely occupied with what his fingers were doing instead. “I asked you a question! Answer it!” Eddie presses his cheek against yours with a snarl, causing your body to shake with a heavy jolt as he forced his finger harder up into you.

“Screw… you…” you hiss at him with a glare.

“Ooo… honey…” Eddie bites into his lip with a head shake, “you definitely will be…”

Starting to get pissed at Eddie’s dickhead behaviour, you raise a hand up to hit him but he sees it coming and manages to block. “There’s that feisty side of you I love so much…” Eddie gives you an evil grin, “I love it when you fight back.”

You go to try and headbutt him then but he manages to spin you around, pinning your front against the wall. “You know fighting me only turns me on more, right?” Eddie whispered beside your ear as he twisted the arm he had trapped behind your back harder.

You refused to give him the pleasure of witnessing your discomfort; flattening your left palm against the wall to steady yourself as you remained silent instead.

His eye catches the flash of light that reflected off of the golden band on your hand then and he silently smirks at it. “Don’t have anything to say now, huh?” Eddie teasingly whispers at you and your heartrate suddenly increases when you hear the sound of him attempting to get his pants loose with one hand.

“Don’t worry…” the sound of blood rushing in your ears were making you completely drunk by then, when suddenly you felt the head of Eddie’s cock brush up against your ass as he bends slightly to line himself up. “You’ll be saying my name over and over again… real soon…” and with one powerful thrust, he was inside you.

“Ahh… that’s my GIRL….” Eddie groaned out as your walls spasmed around him at the forceful intrusion, all you could manage in responds was a whimper at the stretch of having him inside you.

“E-Edd-Eddie-” you manage to cry out in between The Comedian’s hard thrusts into your body as he continued to fuck you against the wall with as much force as possible.

“You like that… don’t you?” Eddie growls pressing you further into the wall with the weight of his body. You couldn’t answer, your mind already lost to the delicious sensations Eddie was unleashing unto your body.

Sounds of heavy breathing, slapping of skin and the occasional grunts and soft cries emanated throughout the room as Eddie had he’s dark way with you. “Shh… Baby-girl… the entire hotel doesn’t need to know what I’m doing to you” Eddie places a hand over your mouth when upon a hard thrust you had cried out a bit too loud.

Placing a hand over the one that was on your mouth, you nod in response. A faint smile crossing your covered lips when your finger tips made contact with the metal around his finger; good… you had hoped he had remembered to remove his gloves.

Knowing that you were close, you squeezed tightly around Eddie as a way you to let him know and you were rewarded with a loud groan as he picked up the near brutal pace he was going at inside of you. And just as you were about to hit your release, everything stopped when you suddenly felt Eddie’s weight being pulled off of you.

“You son of a bitch!” you heard someone yell out and the loud thud of Eddie hitting the floor.

Grabbing tight hold of your robe to cover yourself, you stare speechless while an enraged Dan stood over Eddie.

“Jesus Christ…” Eddie groans, pulling his pants up as he stood, “can’t a guy fuck his own WIFE without getting his ass kicked around here?”

“No! You most certainly can’t!” Dan yells out looking as if he wanted to hit Eddie again, he then turns to you. “Are you-” he then pauses mid-sentence, “wait? What?” Dan steps back to do a doubletake between the two of you. “Did you say, WIFE…?”

“Yes! Owl-Face…” Eddie drawled out, lifting his left hand to show his wedding ring, “W-I-F-E- as in, s-h-e- is-” Eddie points to me, speaking slowly to Dan as if he was dumb and then points at his ring, “my- WIFE…”

“You’re his-” Dan slowly speaks out as he looks to you in confusion.

“WIFE…” you state matter-of-factly, lifting your hand to show your wedding ring as well. You then walk over to your husband, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him, “Eddie’s my HUSBAND, Dan. He has been for the past four years now.”

“Wait… I still don’t believe it… Why? How?” Dan looks at the two of you, still in complete shock over what he was just told.

“Oh, for Christ sake!” Eddie mutters, reaching into his pocket and removing his wallet. “Here! Believe it now?!”

“Is-is that really you Eddie?” Dan suddenly snickers out at the picture of Eddie sitting in a huge leather chair, while wearing a Santa Clause hat with you and what looked to be a one year old in his lap.

“My kid likes it when I wear the hat, ok…” Eddie grunts out, a little embarrassed that he had to show this side of himself to someone other than you.

“But we thought you guys hated each other…” Dan remarks still trying to figure everything out. “Those two years you were gone… and then you guys were all friendly after.”

“That was when I had our son” you explained to Dan, holding tighter onto Eddie, “Papa Bear didn’t want anything happening to me and his little cub. I let him talk me into a break for a bit but he couldn’t keep me caged for long. Someone has to keep him in place…” you state smacking Eddie’s butt for emphases, causing him to chuckle.

“Can you please not do that while I’m still trying to absorb all of this” Dan remarks slightly uncomfortable at your display.

“Well, that’s what you get for disturbing us” Eddie remarks with a smirk, taking a seat on the edge of the bed then, pulling you along to stand next to him.

“I heard what sounded like struggling and then Y/N crying out and when I saw you on top of her like that…” Dan continues on with his explanation, “with your history, Eddie… you really can’t blame me.”

You feel Eddie tense up next you at the mention of his past; knowing that your husband absolutely hated being reminded of the vile things he had done in those days, things that you knew all about. If there was one thing Eddie Blake knew not to do; was not to keep secrets from his wife.

“I know about my HUSBAND’s history, Dan” you respond, cupping Eddie’s face so that he would look at you. “That’s what it is…” you remark, gently stroking at the scar that ran from his greying temple almost all the way to the chin as Eddie rested his head against your stomach. “History.”

“Alright then… I guess that I’ll leave the two of you alone then…” Dan remarks wanting to finally put an end to the conversation and the weirdness of the entire situation.

“Yeah, you should. I have to make sure you didn’t break my favourite toy…” you remark and Eddie chuckled as Dan physically shuddered at it.

“One last thing…” Dan turns back around and the two of you groan out in frustration. “How is it that no one knows that the two of you are married?”

“For the safety of our family, we decided to keep our personal lives private” you explain to him, “the fact that we both wear masks made it even easier.”

“Ok then… goodbye then…” Dan nods heading for the door.

“Do me a favour!” Eddie calls out to him then, “If anyone complains about the noise, just tell ‘em it’s The Comedian busy fucking his WIFE.”

“Eddie!” you slap him against the chest as he snickered at Dan’s facial expression. “Seriously, Eddie?” you arched a brow at him once Dan had left.

“What…?” Eddie looks at you all innocently, “maybe it’s time that the world knew that The Comedian and Y/H/N were a couple.”

“Really?” you stare at him in surprise.

“Yup…” Eddie nods with a dimpled smile, “this way I won’t get my ass kicked every time I’m trying to have sex with my own wife.”

“I know of one fun way we could make that announcement…” you suggest climbing into his lap then.

“Please… do tell…” Eddie groans out, burying his face in your breast as you loudly giggled at the roughness of his stubbles and moustache tickling you.

Next Evening

“Babe, watch your 6!” you hear Eddie yell out and you turn around just in time to block a punch.

“Thanks Hun!” you yell back after having knocked the guy on his ass. “What?” you look at Dan whom was watching both Eddie and you in fascination.

“You two are working even way more in sync than before…” Dan stares open mouthed.

“Maybe it’s because we no longer have to concentrate so much on having to hide our relationship” you shrug heading further into the crowd.

The crowd of protesters had finally started to diminish after what seemed like hours of ass kicking and many teargas grenades later. You were walking a few steps ahead of Eddie, silently patrolling the almost quite street; when suddenly you felt a hand grip yours from behind. “Hold on a second…” Eddie tugs you back closer to him.

“What’s up…?” you stare up giving him your undivided attention when noticing that something was a little off with him.

Eddie lifts your hand up higher, silently gazing at it as he massaged your wedding ring that was hidden beneath your glove. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he murmurs, eyes slowly moving upward to look at you with the most sincerely shattered look you’ve ever seen in your husband’s eyes.

“Oh… baby…” you cup his cheek, “I know I’m safe with you and that you’d never deliberately hurt me. Besides… you know I’d kick your ass if you did.”

Eddie snickers against your palm, placing a kiss into it and straightens back up. “It’s just…” Eddie shuts his eyes, exhaling heavily, “Owl-Face bringing my past back up made me remember of what a piece of shit I was back then. I shouldn’t be this happy… I don’t fucking deserve it.”

“You were a monster back in those days” you state truthfully, “but you’ve changed. I’ve seen that change, Eddie. Hey… look at me…” you direct his face back towards yours, “everyone deserves some happiness… even former monsters” you place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you…” Eddie whispers against your lips as you pulled away, “you and Jr. both.”

“Good…” you smile at him, “just concentrate on that; us and our children. Screw the rest of the world…”

Eddie pauses for a split second, mouth wide open and brows furrowed in confusion. “Did you just say; children?” Biting into your lip to hide the smirk, you slowly nod while lifting two fingers up to indicate you meant more than the one you had at the moment.

“Are you…?” Eddie voice suddenly creaked with emotions.

“I’m pregnant…” you respond finally letting the smirk drop.

“Fuck yeah!” Eddie cries out loudly, causing you to giggle out when he scooped you up in a huge yet gentle bearhug. “Owl-Face!” he then yells out, placing you back on the ground.

“What?!” Dan walks towards you two then.

“We’re going home!” Eddie informs him.

“What the fuck, Comedian?!” Dan looks at him in bewilderment, “we’re not done here. The two of you just can’t drop everything in order to run off home and fuck.”

“For your information…” Eddie then glares at him, “we don’t need to run home for that, we fuck wherever the hell we want to… You should know about that…” he smirks continuing on. “Besides, my LADY just informed me that I’m going to be a DADDY again!” he hollers, slapping your ass in excitement. “So, you go play with the ‘nice protesters’…” Eddie makes shooing motions with his hand, “while I… get her pregnant-ass back home and benched for the next two years.”

Eddie and you slowly turned around then, leaving an even more shocked looking Dan alone in the middle of the street. You made it a few feet away, when suddenly a voice called out of nowhere. “Hey! Comedian!” you both turn around just as a beer can was launched straight at your heads.

“Son of a bitch!” Eddie yells out as he turns to block you from getting hit and ends up getting beer all over the side of his face. “You picked the wrong time and persons to aim that at you motherfucker!” he growls out, shooting the guy straight in the head with the grenade gun.

“What am I going to do with you?” you shake your head Eddie while he laughed at the guy that was now laid out flat in the street.

“Love me…” Eddie shrugs, flashing you a dimple grin as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Yeah… well, LOVING YOU’S A DIRTY JOB” you wrinkle your nose as you wiped the beer residue off of his face.

“True…” Eddie snickers with a smirk as he lovingly stared down at you, “BUT SOMEBODY’S GOTTA DO IT…”

“TRUE…” you smirk in response, placing a quick peck on his lips.

“C’mon…” Eddie picks you up bridal style, “I need to get you off this goddamn street.”

“Eddie…” you groan out in frustration at his overprotectiveness, “I can walk, you know…”

“I know… but I like carrying you” Eddie remarks with a proud smirk, “How about we name this one, Morgan?”

“Another child named after you?” you shift more comfortably to glare at him, “Are you that full of yourself?”

“Aw… c’mon baby…” Eddie begs then, “it works either way for a boy or girl, so it’s perfect.”

“Don’t I get a chance to at least name one of our kids?” you look at him with puppy eyes.

“Tell ya what… how about you name the next one after…” Eddie then suggests.

“Next one after?!” you yell out loudly frowning at him.

“Yup” Eddie nods, biting into his lip to hide the smirk, “I want an entire soccer field of Blakes running around.”

“Edward… Blake…” you remark slowly in warning, “I am not going to give birth to the entire next generation of Watchmen.”

“Aw… why not…?” Eddie whines out like a toddler, “we could turn it into a family business…”

“Eddie…” you glare at him, “No.”

“Just think about it first…” Eddie continues begging as he heads back to HQ while still carrying you.

If your fears could only be forgotten, we could pull all the barriers down

Would you follow your dreams' desire

Would you follow your secret dreams and forbidden fire

Let's just peel out of this town

It's been nothing but dreams

It's been nothing but dreams until now...

I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense

To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it

I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it

It doesn't matter, baby

Loving you's a dirty job

But somebody's gotta do it...

[lunagojo]

characters I write for / rules! (UPDATED)

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (MCU)

Wade Wilson / Deadpool (MCU)

Thor Odinson (MCU)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier (MCU)

Yondu Udonta (MCU)

Quentin Beck / Mysterio (MCU)

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU)

Logan Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men)

Peter Parker / Amazing Spiderman (Andrew Garfield ver.) (Sony)

Eddie Brock / Venom (Sony)

Thena (MCU)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (MCU)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Gamora (MCU)

Anime:

Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa)

Mondo Oowada (Danganronpa)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Koga (Inuyasha)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Inuyasha

Tanjirou Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Itadori Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bakugou Katsuki (BNHA)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

Tenya Iida (BNHA)

Eijiro Kirishima (BNHA)

Dabi (BNHA)

Tomura Shigaraki (BNHA)

Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress (BNHA)

Toga Himiko (BNHA)

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice (BNHA)

Keigo Takami / Hawks (BNHA)

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul (BNHA)

Shoto Aizawa (BNHA)

Video Games:

Gabriel Reyes / Reaper (Overwatch)

Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat (Overwatch)

Mick Mundy / Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Dell Conagher / Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Jeremy Charleston / Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Ludwig / Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil 8)

Prince Sidon (LOZ: Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Mainly Twilight Princess ver.)

Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat)

Steve Fox (Tekken)

Vega Fabio la Cerda (Street Fighter)

Lor'themar Theron (World of Warcraft)

Grand Magister Rommath (World of Warcraft)

Dragonqueen Alexstrasza (World of Warcraft)

Dragonprincess Lunastrasza Moonstrider (World of Warcraft, my oc! :) )

Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider (World of Warcraft)

Illidan Stormrage (World of Warcraft)

Other:

Jun-ho (Squid Game)

King Orm (Aquaman, Patrick Wilson ver.)

Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias (Watchmen)

Dan Dreiberg / Nite Owl II (Watchmen)

Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Bruce Wayne / Batman (Battinson, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle / Catwoman (Zoe Kravitz, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie or Arkhamverse)

Roman Sionis / Black Mask (Ewan McGregor or Arkhamverse)

Slade Wilson / Deathstroke (Arkhamverse)

Arthur Curry / Aquaman (Jason Momoa ver.)

What I will write:

Mainly headcanons and preferences, _____x reader

Only doing SFW for now (this might change depending on my comfort level) -- I will do suggestive content, however (just not blatant smut)

Please be as clear as possible when sending in a request! This helps me be as accurate as possible!

Please be patient with the time it takes for me to answer! I have a part time job and a life outside of tumblr, plus I get burnout a lot

I will not do: yandere, noncon, p*dophilia, abuse, etc.

I am 25 years old (soooo not a minor, lol)

I will do maximum 3 characters / ask

If the ask does not follow the rules then I will delete / not answer!

[underworldobsessed]

I Don’t Intend to Suffer Any Longer ll Extra Fic! Bo-Katan Week Day 7: Free Day

Title: I Don’t Intend to Suffer Any Longer Rating: T Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker Series: This Life is Mine (Bo-Katan Week 2021) Collection: Obitine Cave Fam Summary:  Bo-Katan knows that when she doesn't feel safe, she doesn't sleep. She so rarely feels safe, that even visiting her sister's family on Tatooine leaves her feeling unsafe and refusing to sleep. However, on this particular trip, that changes. ll Extra fic for Bo-Katan Week Day 7: Free Day Author’s note: So this is actually based on a roleplay universe a bunch of my friends and I created, and I got permission from them to create a little fanfiction universe based in it. I adore the AU we created and I'm so excited to bring this world into my writing. Also, I felt kinda bad that my last day of Bo-Katan week was smut, so here’s an extra fic for all of you Bo-Katan fans!! I had a blast with this week! Thank you all for sticking with me!

Tagging: @bokatanweek

Read here or under the cut

Bo-Katan got the ship ready to land as she lowered into the atmosphere of the most backwater planet she could think of; Tatooine. She never understood why both Satine and Obi-Wan chose this planet to settle down on, and raise their young adopted son; Luke. It kept them safe, which to her, was the most important thing.

Yet despite all of it, she never felt safe enough to get rest while she was there.

She still felt uncertain with Obi-Wan, still trying to get accustomed to working with a jedi like him. Her sister knew this well, which was while she questioned it, she never judged her sister for not  sleeping while she was on world. It was something she wished she could do, but sleep never came to her while she was there.

Wherever Bo was, if she didn’t feel safe, she wouldn’t sleep or her sleep would be plagued with nightmares. Even places she had been dozens of times, like the main Nite Owl base could cause her to become anxious and prevent her from sleeping. If they got a new member, or if they had recently had a close call. She became used to working on limited sleep, if she ever slept in general.

As she landed on the created landing platform, she picked up her helmet off the console. She would only hope her sister didn’t see that she had bags under her eyes from the stress she was under and sleepless nights. She hid a yawn as she walked down the ramp, only to get slammed into by a four year old, seeing her sister and her husband walking up towards her.

“Auntie Bo!” She smiled despite her exhaustion, lifting Luke up to set him on her hip. She pressed a kiss to his head. “Welcome home, Auntie Bo!”

Her heart warmed at the greeting, still unbelievable that she had a home that wasn’t a military base. Her sister and family actually had a place for her to stay, and wanted her there.

“Hello, Bo.” Satine walked up and wrapped her arms around Bo to try and hug her without crushing Luke. “How long are you going to be here this time?”

“I’ve got three days of leave before I have to return to base.”

“Awww,” Luke whined as Bo set him down. “Why can’t you stay longer, Auntie?”

“I’ve got people to save, kiddo.” She didn’t want him knowing just what she was doing when she wasn’t on world. At least not while he was this young. She knew her sister would frown at the consideration that she wanted to tell him of violence. Best not to let her know that she was planning on buying him a dagger for his birthday this year. She got one when she was this young from her parents, so it wouldn’t hurt to get him one as well.

He pouted but hurried into the cave where he lived. Obi-Wan smiled at Bo, clapping a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m glad to see you in one piece, Bo-Katan.” He smiled “Perhaps once Luke goes down for the night, you can tell us about what you’ve been doing and the progress on Mandalore.”

“Of course,” She promised as she followed them inside. On the table was already a full meal prepared. She was still not used to someone preparing a meal like this for her. She typically made herself something quick and easy, or just resorted to eating rations to get buy. A real home cooked meal like this was rare for her. Not that she was complaining necessarily, and she knew Satine had become a relatively good chef in the time since they were younger.

They all took their seats at the table, Luke making sure to sit next to Bo. She knew how much the kid missed her and she had to admit, she missed him too. It killed her to be off world more and more, finding less chances to come back and visit her family. At least for now, this was the way it was going to have to be.

“Is Korkie gonna come visit us anytime soon?” Luke asked, and Bo sighed. She looked over at Satine, who was pointedly not looking at her anymore, but she knew she was listening. Satine had still been keeping Korkie’s true identity a secret, but she always worried about the state of her son now that he had joined the Nite Owls in their fight to reclaim Mandalore.

“He wanted to join me this time, but he went on a supply run and won’t be back on base for another few days.”

“Oh…” Luke pouted as he took a bite of his food, before launching into a description of what he had been up to for so long since she had come to visit. The story was disjointed, but Bo could keep up fairly well. She listened to his story, smiling to herself as he went. She caught that he was making friends with some of the other kids, though always under the watchful eye of Satine when they went out. They had been to Mos Eisley a little bit more frequently, but lost what they did there in his rapid talking.

“Luke, you need to not talk with your mouth full,” Satine chided him, and at least he had the chance to look a little sheepish as he stopped talking briefly to eat a few bites.

“Sorry, Mamma.” He said, and Bo could see that same stunned face she made every time Luke called her that. She knew that Satine and Obi-Wan had told Luke the story of his birth parents, of Anakin and Padme and all they had accomplished. She had almost expected Luke to stop calling them mamma and papa after that, but the affection of them as his parents remained.

She knew anything different would tear Satine’s heart apart.

“Let the kid talk, Satine, I’m here so infrequently. I want to hear his stories.”

Luke beamed and launched into another story, this one about his recent love of reading some of his mamma’s old books. Bo had been bringing Satine some old Mandalorian children’s tales that Satine would find appropriate to read for Luke so he could learn. She knew there wasn’t much she could do for Obi-Wan’s past, but had found books that he would approve of for him to read to Luke as well.

They had been trying to get him to learn Basic and Mando’a, and possibly Huttese as well though neither were fluent in that.

But it was a connection to his father nonetheless.

As dinner wound down, they retired to a seating area to continue talking. Bo had taken up a seat on the couch with Luke and was playing with his starfighter toys, engaged in a playful fight as Satine sat comfortably on Obi-Wan’s lap as she watched her sister interact with Luke.

Paying attention to this caused her to notice just how Bo’s movements started to become sluggish. Her eyelids lowered as Bo let the starfighter drop to her side.

“Auntie?”

Bo’s eyes opened briefly, and she looked over at her nephew.

“I’m sorry, kiddo.” She ruffled his hair, and picked the toy up to continue playing with him once again.

As they played, and eventually just sat as Bo started to read one of the books she brought for him. She felt Luke grow heavy against her and she smiled, her eyelids lowering as well. Her arm wrapped around Luke’s shoulder and her head slowly fell to rest against the armrest of what she was sitting on. It wasn’t long before both of them started to fall asleep.

Satine looked over at the couch and gently nudged her husband to look at them.

“Obi, look.” Satine’s voice was soft to try and keep from waking Bo by mistake. “She’s actually sleeping.”

“Forgive me, darling, but I would assume Bo-Katan would sleep, it is quite late.”

“Obi, in the years my sister has come to visit us, how frequently would you say she came to sleep?” When silence greeted her, she continued. “When she doesn’t feel safe, Bo won’t sleep. She knows she has nightmares, and knows they’re more common when she doesn’t feel safe, so she won’t sleep. The fact that she’s willingly fallen asleep means she’s finally starting to feel safe while she’s here.”

Satine looked once again at Bo, who seemed so much younger now that she was asleep. The stress had melted away on her face. While she knew that they were twins, Bo had been graced with a younger face, so she always reminded Satine of when they were children and Bo would fall asleep next to her.

Finally, her sister felt safe enough in the same place as her where she would willingly sleep like this.

The thought brought tears to her eyes, and she felt her heart warm.

“Should we carry them to bed?” Obi-Wan finally spoke up once again “I don’t want them to get a crick in their necks.”

“Don’t worry about it, Obi.” Satine reassured him. “Bo used to be able to sleep pretty much anywhere once she was comfortable. Besides, I don’t think she will be able to fall asleep once again if we accidentally wake her. Let them sleep. Luke will be happy to sleep close to his aunt since Bo is so rarely here.”

“I’ll get them a blanket.” He said as he went to the spare bedroom that Bo never used. In the meantime, Satine got up and went to brush her sister’s hair out of her face.

“I love you, Bo’ika. I’m so happy to see you finally feeling comfortable here. This is your home too and we will keep you safe so you can always get a full night’s rest while you are here.”

[chadillacboseman]

Blowing Off Steam

Pairing: Axe Woves x F!Reader

Warnings: Well, it’s Axe Woves lol, unprotected sex, smut, dirty talk, semi-public.

A/N: I’m sorry. I AM SO SORRY. This is just a little baby ficlet bc I found a picture of Simon Kassianides in grey sweatpants and as you all know I’m a stupid slut. 

Word count: 1,849

The Mandalorian watched you from across the bar- his dark eyes taking you in over the rim of the glass he clutched in his gloved hand. You had noticed him, too, when you first arrived- your eyes drawn to his armor, and the distinctive Nite Owl helmet placed in front of him on the table. 

Earlier, he had been flanked by two female Mandalorians, but they had since departed, leaving him to finish his drink at his leisure. The bartender, one of the few other humans in the bar, set a shot of spotchka out on the bar in front of you. 

You glanced up, an eyebrow cocked- “I didn’t order this,” the bartender grinned, his crooked teeth gleaming in the dim light, “no, he did,” he nods toward the blue armored figure across the bar.

 “What’s his story?” you ask, lifting the blue liquid to your lips and downing it in one swig. The bartender shrugs, “Dunno, him and the two others have been here for a few days. First Mandos we’ve had here in a long time. Maybe Mercs- they’ve got the equipment for it.” 

You steal a glance at the Mandalorian- his eyes are already tuned to you, dark and unrelenting. He is indeed equipped like a mercenary- a blaster on each hip, and a jetpack on his back. You hold up the empty shot glass and nod, mouthing a “thank you” you hope he can see through the dark haze. 

You return your attention to the front, hoping to catch the bartender’s eye and order another drink. Seldom did you get the chance to unwind in peace at a dive bar with good spotchka and minimal violence. Unfortunately, the bartender seemed to have engrossed himself in an argument with a nearby table- something about credits and an open tab.

It takes a moment for you to notice that the Mandalorian has moved to sit on the stool next to you- it’s only when you hear the soft clink of his helmet resting on the bar that you turn to see him. Up close, it’s hard to ignore his handsome features- his eyes are dark brown, nested above an aquiline nose, and his chin is covered in a light peppering of stubble. 

The corner of his mouth is just slightly upturned as he speaks, “Hope you enjoyed the drink.” His voice is smooth, and there is a hint of an accent you can’t identify. “I did-” you stumble on your words for a moment, not sure of what to say, “..Thanks.”

The Mandalorian grins, clearly emboldened by your apparent embarrassment, “I’m Axe- and you are?” You consider him carefully for a moment, wondering if you can trust him. He cocks an eyebrow and laughs, “It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.” 

“Is there something in particular you want?” your tone is even, but you can feel your face flush when he chuckles, barely a rumble in his chest. “Well, it’s not very often that I come here and see someone like you,” 

you turn to look at him, but his expression is unreadable. “If you’re trying to proposition me, I’m not the type of woman you can buy a quick fuck from behind the bar.” Another chuckle, and he moves a little closer to you on his stool, “I never said you were.” 

The bartender is back from his argument, his temper seeming to have faded with the acquisition of the credits he had been so heatedly demanding.  Before you can welcome the distraction, Axe is speaking, “We’ll take another two snorts,” he sets his credits down on the bar and returns his attention to you. You feel your face heat again under his stare, “So, what are you? Mercenary? Bounty Hunter?” you are surprised at how nonchalant you’ve managed to sound- a small victory, given the circumstances.

 If Axe is caught off guard by the question, he doesn’t show it, he merely shrugs, “I’m a Mandalorian.” You snort, “I can see that much, but what are you doing in this particular dive?” One of his gloved hands traces the curve of his helmet lazily as he considers his next words, “Preparing to return to Mandalore, hoping to blow off some steam in the meantime.” 

Maybe it was the spotchka, or maybe it was just the aching longing for the touch of another that pushed you to your response, “And what exactly does a great Mandalorian warrior do to blow off steam?” Axe grins, his dark eyes glinting under the cantina lights, as the hand on his helmet moves to your thigh. You feel the twinge of arousal grow in the pit of your stomach as the grip of his leather-clad hand tightens. 

“I can show you.”

--

The nights were always cold on Trask, as the winds carried in the damp ocean air over the port. Now that you stood out in the night, the scent of salted water filling your nostrils, you began to rethink your decision. You wonder, for a moment, if you could simply slip away into the dark streets- you doubt the Mandalorian would seek you out, but-

Before you can finish the thought, you feel the pressure of a hand on the small of your back. Axe’s helmet is back on, and he cuts an imposing figure, barely illuminated by the orange glow of the street lights. The pressure on your back pushes you gently toward the area behind the cantina; the alleyway is dark, and packed with discarded shipping containers. 

Axe snakes an arm around you from behind and you hear the gentle hiss of his helmet’s release latch. The beskar connects with the stone street below with a gentle thud, and Axe’s mouth finds its way to your neck. The warmth of his lips leaving wet kisses and bites from your shoulder to your earlobe brings back the familiar heat of arousal deep inside you. 

His arm around your waist moves away, and he snakes a gloved hand under the hem of your shirt. A moan stifles itself in your throat as the leather finds your nipple and gently brushes across it. He chuckles against your ear, the vibrations sending goosebumps erupting over your flesh.  His hand leaves your breast and you let out a quiet whine at the loss of touch, “Don’t worry,” his voice is low, almost a whisper, as he pulls the gloves from his hands. 

In an instant, his fingers find your breasts again, this time without the rough leather barrier between. You let out a quiet moan and push yourself back against him, the cool beskar of his chest piece a stark contrast to your body’s heat. One hand leaves your breast and moves to the waistline of your pants, snaking between your flesh and the fabric. 

Axe moves as if he knows exactly what you want- his calloused fingers slipping gently into your folds and finding your clit. “Axe-” you cry his name as he works gentle circles on your clit, his fingers slick with your arousal. 

His mouth again finds your ear, his stubble rough against your skin, “K’urr, mesh'la. We don’t want to get caught.” He works slowly, building you up, until you can no longer contain it, but always keeping you just shy of the edge. “Axe, please-” your voice is ragged, as you buck your hips into his hand. He grins against your neck and quickens the pace of his movements, his mouth now sucking dark bruises into your flesh.  

You feel your climax building, threatening to erupt at any moment, as the Mandalorian’s fingers continue to push you toward your breaking point. Axe’s mouth on your earlobe is enough to finally send you over the edge, and your orgasm washes over you in waves. 

For a moment, you feel as though your legs are going to give out, but you lean back against Axe’s armored chest for stability. The Mandalorian pauses for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then pushes you away gently. 

You watch, as if in a trance, as he removes his belt and pulls his pants down just enough to reveal his length, throbbing and slick with precum. He situates himself on top of a discarded shipping crate, his back pressed against the wall of the cantina. He grasps your hips and pulls you closer, fumbling for a moment with the bindings of your pants, before pushing them down past your knees. You toe off your boots and step out of them carefully, and he motions for you to straddle him. 

With one leg on either side of his, you lower yourself gently onto his cock, feeling it stretch you out. Axe lets out a breathless moan as he disappears inside you, his hands holding tightly to your hips. 

For a moment, you both savor the feeling of him, buried to the hilt inside of you, before he bucks his hips and fucks up into you, his grip even tighter on your body. You bury your head in the crook of his neck as he pounds into you, splitting you open in the most delicious way. 

You can’t remember the last time someone fucked you like this, if anyone ever came close. Beneath you, the Mandalorian grunts, chasing his own high, his eyes focused on his length disappearing inside you. You feel his pace quicken, and one of his hands moves back to your clit, his thumb gently moving to push you closer to a second climax. 

You look down into his eyes, which are now burning into your own, and his mouth crashes into yours. His kiss is as desperate as his movements inside you, as if his tongue seeks to know every corner of your mouth. He swallows every moan that erupts from you as his thumb continues to work your clit. 

His movements grow more erratic, and you can tell he is close- with one final thrust into you, he lets out a strangled moan against your lips as you feel yourself clench around him, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. 

He stays inside you, panting, even as the mixture of your releases begins to paint his beskar thigh plates. You let your cheek rest against the cool metal of his chest plate as you feel his cock soften. For what seems like an eternity, you both remain still, until finally you push yourself off of him and begin to redress. Axe keeps his eyes on you, watching as you lace your pants and pull on your boots. 

Lazily, he tucks his cock back into his pants and stands to put on his belt and gloves. When you both have finished dressing, he reaches for his helmet and tucks it beneath his arm. “We’ll be on Trask for at least another week,” his voice is still slightly breathless, and the sheen of sweat is visible on his forehead in the dim light. You cock your head to the side and smile at him-

“Come find me if you ever need to blow off some more steam.”

--

@jango-fettish​ HERE U GO. HAVE SOME AX WOVES FILTH. I HATE MYSELF. 

[countessofbiscuit]

What are your Bobasoka headcanons? I've already gone through all of the (criminally little) fic on ao3 and I especially loved Smothered and Covered, and I saw the majority of the fics in the tag were gifted to you so I'm assuming you're the OG shipper. Feel free to essay if you like!!

Thanks for the ask and kind words about that fic :3 

Oh, Bobasoka … where to begin? It’s a pairing that’s been bumping around in exchange requests for a few years — I figure it’d be easy for anyone invested in Ahsoka’s relationship with the clones to be compelled by the idea. Lledra used to draw Boba and Ahsoka interacting, and it was probably a few panels of their incredible Destinies comic that set my Bobasoka wheels turning. I’m also drawn to them because their journeys traverse so much canon; there’s not just a sandbox to play in, but a whole goddamn stretch of beach, stretching far out into the horizon ...  (#AhsokaLives #BobaSurvived :D)

I have to lead with the proviso that almost everything I write/daydream about/headcanon has a groundsheet of Rexsoka. Ahsoka’s interest in Boba, in my head, is intimately tied up with her attraction to and/or relationship with Rex — or, at the bare minimum, her intimate fellowship with the clones. She went through puberty (maybe with heats!) surrounded by a literal army of handsome, roughly college-aged dudes; that must’ve been a heady mix of heaven and hell. If she didn’t quench her thirst before war’s end and her (eventual) separation from Rex, she’d probably be pretty dehydrated when stumbling across Boba. As for Boba’s attraction to Ahsoka, well ... she’s very pretty, she’s potentially useful, she’s not likely to skewer him in his sleep (+2) on account of being a Jedi (-1), and now she’s the one down on her luck; if he falls in bed with anyone, why not this girl who isn’t afraid of him and stares a lot at his lips?                         

And Boba is like a hot shipping potato — satisfying, hard to fuck up, goes well (read: makes for an intriguing story) with almost everyone. And I think it has everything to do with his liminality, something he shares with Ahsoka and probably recognizes.          

Their neither-this-nor-that-ness overlap in such interesting ways, and they each bring their identity issues to the table — Ahsoka as an on-again, off-again Jedi; Boba as a clone who isn’t a Clone™, a Mandalorian by birth and bearing, but not by the book. At different points in their stories, they identify as different things, and that would affect their headspace and color their view of the other. They wrestle with themselves and each other. Force-user and bounty hunter; privileged topsider and orphaned juvenile delinquent fugitive; GAR commander and outcast clone; Jedi and Mandalorian; Disillusioned veteran and disaffected army brat; Rebellion agent and Imperial contractor.

And as much conflict is baked into these dynamics, it also generates a certain magnetism; and I believe they recognize, on some level, their shared trauma and the symmetry in their experiences. Boba and Ahsoka both have happy childhoods with very little to distress or vex them (beyond the art, I do not jive with Age of Republic: Jango Fett, a Disney-canon comic that not only doubles-down on the Jango-wasn’t-Mando nonsense, but shows him being rather cavalier about Boba’s life); Geonosis happens and their adolescent lives are dominated by war (which is how they came to actively threaten each other as space!secondary-schoolers — whaaaaatf!); they are both dubiously (even wrongfully) imprisoned; and they both suffer alienation and incredible personal loss.  

Boba was set apart from the clones before he was even pulled him from the jar, othered and elevated from the beginning. He never bonded with brothers, he does not identify as a clone. And while there are examples of clones making overtures to him, canonically his relationship with them is fraught and probably made worse when he gets banged up in Republic Central at the tender age of eleven or twelve — and of course, Ahsoka is an accessory to this, the second chapter in his tragedy at the hands of the Jedi. He needed help (whether he wanted it or not), it was not given by clones or Jedi alike (hamstrung by bureaucracy, sure, but surely some other means of intervention might have been lobbied for?), and Boba becomes a right teenage disaster, well-balanced only in the sense that he has a chip on both shoulders.

(n.b. Putting my RepComm hat on for a second, I can’t help but sniffle-laugh at the idea that the Alphas watched him get thrown in a maximum-security slammer and were like “Ah, there he is, the feral vod’ika. First time, we’ll let the little snot earn his stripes. Second time, we’ll bust him out and send him on a tough love retreat with A’den or Jaing.”)

Ahsoka, meanwhile, is part-and-parcel of the institutions that Boba sets himself against, even after she too has been cast out by circumstances beyond her control. She grows up in a supportive Jedi community and then spends some seriously formative years with a whole slew of brothers — brothers that should have been Boba’s! 

Boba, on the other hand, is a great example of the proverb that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. (As he tells Hondo, “Why should I help anybody? I’ve got no one.”) 

The resentment that must create! But also, later, the quiet empathy too — maybe when Boba’s having one of his better days and Ahsoka’s obviously not. 

And all of the above is interesting enough, without also touching upon the wildcard that is Mandalore.

Boba’s relationship with Mandalore .... well, that’s contested in- and out-of-universe and I won’t allow myself to essay overmuch. I subscribe firmly to a Mandalorian Fetts construction of canon, even though Boba must be someone who struggles mightily with Mandalorian identity. He’s raised by a bona fide Mando, a solicitous, loving father who’d have no reason not to pass on his language and beliefs; but at the same time, it takes that village, and when Boba’s clan of two is shattered, he has no one else. The loss of his dad unmoors him from his only anchor to Mandalorian culture and clan.

If Boba had been close to the Cuy’val Dar, one would think he’d have turned to them rather than fall in with Jango’s criminal acquaintances; or maybe the bounty hunters just scooped him up first, and troubled lil’ Boba was shepherded through bereavement by folks who enabled and encouraged him to externalize his anger in a way that gave him a (false) feeling of agency and strength. 

Whatever the reasons, Boba does not repatriate himself to Mandalore (much to Fenn Shysa’s melodramatic dismay). He strikes me as a lapsed Mandalorian; he doesn’t exactly follow the creed besides wearing the armor (scavenged? his dad’s sans helmet? canon is confused on this point, but he doesn’t go Mando until the unfinished arcs at the end of TCW, either for lack of stature, lack of armor, or lack of enthusiasm). I feel like if someone rocked up to Boba in a cantina and had the balls to ask “hey, so you a Mandalorian?” Boba would be like “<ominously slow helmet tilt> who’s asking” and never give you a straight answer.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka gets a crash course on Mandalore from none other than someone who, at one point, belonged to a sect that wanted to expunge Jaster’s legacy from the galaxy — and at the very least, had reason to dislike clones. This isn’t the place to explore my Boba/Bo-Katan feelings, but know that they are fathomless, and I would pay good money to be a fly on the wall of that Kom’rk when Bo-Katan gives Ahsoka Mando History 101 with her own special sauce. Ahsoka is probably more up-to-speed on Mandalore than Boba, and at one point, she may even own more beskar than him! (n.b. After the crash, I think one of the first places Rex and Ahsoka bounce is just inside Mando space, to scope out the Sundari situation and maybe try to scramble a signal to Bo-Katan; she’d have the goodwill to at least get them back on their feet if she can’t help them lay low herself. For a variety of reasons worth maybe ficcing down the line, they aren’t successful.)

I don’t really have a concluding statement except, I just think Bobasoka’s neat :) They hit all my depressed-Millennial buttons.

Headcanon by bullet-point isn’t really my style, but this is tumblr so ... tl;dr:

They recognize a lot in each other, even if they’re slow to admit it, if ever. Boba’s a cagey bastard and Ahsoka doesn’t ever like him enough to be emotionally honest.

They bump into each other during Ahsoka’s walkabout(s) ‘cause Coruscant’s Underworld ain’t big enough for the two of them. Without Slave-1, Boba couchsurfs at Nyx Okami’s garage, but he does his laundry at Rafa’s. He might even borrow the Martez’s new, useful friend for a job or two. 

Ahsoka eventually matures enough to be sensitive about her use of the Force on and around clones, and she definitely doesn’t use it around Boba. Definitely not during sex.

Boba is privately weirded out every time Ahsoka uses Mando slang she picked up off the clones or the Nite Owls.

Boba absolutely kills Cad Bane in that shoot-out, keeps the hat, and lets Ahsoka have it. She shoves it out the airlock and uses it for target practice. 

So many great smut flavours! Hatesex. Acquaintances with benefits. “You’re traumatized and touch-starved and you look just like him/them, and I know how to be gentle and what to do, so maybe we could … ?” They’re both privately comfortable with their bodies and sexuality, but Boba’s got trust issues a parsec long and Ahsoka’s lost confidence; it’s always an awkward affair, but desperation wins out.

They exchange comm codes every time they run into each other, which is kind of pointless because they both use burners.

Ahsoka hitches a ride on Slave-1 more than once. There really is only one bed, so it’s either sleep upright, sleep in a pokey prisoner hold, or sleep with him.

For a few years, Boba can pass as a last-generation clone — the ones that got sold off in bulk units to slavers before Kamino sunk another three years’ food, board, and training into them. Boba pretends he doesn’t notice, easy to really, since he tells himself his helmet is his face. But occasionally, when Ahsoka can convince him there’s profit in it, he agrees to play sleeper agent and assists in liberating a few here and there. 

They don’t talk about Aurra Sing.

When an Imp really crosses him, Boba passes on intel to Ahsoka to ruin their day.

Once, when they’re both super skint, Ahsoka volunteers to get handed in to some relatively minor and out-of-the-way Imperial garrison, so Boba can collect, bust her out, and split the pot with her. It’s the closest she ever comes to telling him “I trust you” — and when he brushes the idea aside, citing something about risk, it’s the closest he ever comes to telling her “I love you.”

Boba sees Inquisitors as muscling in on his game. There are so many lousy Force-users around nowadays, it should be easy pickings, but Inquisitors get privileged information. So he makes sport out of misdirecting them, especially from Ahsoka. 

When he pisses her off, Ahsoka fantasizes about Bo-Katan taking Boba down a peg or two while she watches :)))

Boba experienced Ahsoka’s heat once, secondhand through a cabin wall. He thought he was being clever by shooting Rex up with some Nevoota stim pollen, locking him in with Ahsoka, and hijacking their locked ships. Longest three days of his life, limping on broken hyperdrives and shared fuel stores to the nearest waystation to a soundtrack of violent lovemaking : \

Bounty hunters invariably bump into spies and agents because they work in the same areas. The agents pretend to be bounty hunters, eccentric business people, sex workers, or a range of other things. Sometimes each party knows all about the other, but it’s only polite not to mention it. This happens to Ahsoka and Boba A LOT, especially once she becomes Fulcrum; rebel cells and Imperials often want the same people. Occasionally they exchange fire. A couple times Boba gets imprisoned in Ahsoka’s own brig. Once, Boba blows her cover and definitely lives to regret it. 

(this essay was originally punctuated with pics, but replies with images won’t show up tumblr tags so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 

[incest-is-wincest]

saltndpepper is my sideblog so you get anon instead, lol. Hi! I'm of the "never got into the show but I liked the fanfiction on ao3 and whoops now I have a fic idea and gotta watch the series up to S5 to write it" variety..... and one of the the token oc insert writers except my oc is a third wheel to wincest loool. I'm not really into smut, so my draw was baaaaasically the huge potential for pining & self-hatred (and Sam's hair). My usual ships are of the Rorschach/Nite Owl & Holmes/Watson variety where I can ramp up the internalized homophobia for maximum angst and fear of the other realizing. Excccept I'm also a happy ending whore so I like to make it mutual pining <3.

Hello hello, thats reasonable cause like SPN has so many fanfictions that are in general just good stories not just fun extra stuff for SPN canon so its easy to get into without seeing the show.

Oh I feel ya, nothing like a good angst story with lots of pain and drama but it does have a good ending where you can relax and say "they deserve to be this happy after all that"

Though to be fair I think anyone who gets into Supernatural enjoys those tropes 😗

[midnightbrite]

If Stephen King is the friendly uncle in my head who encourages me to write, James Ellroy is the domineering godfather I imagine never being satisfied. Urbanism and large-scale crime go together like small towns and sex offenders in public schools, so tonight's taste of city life is courtesy of the great old man himself.

    Astounding lines were being crossed.  "You were making deliveries for Fleur-de-Lis five years ago, right?"

    "Right, yeah, sure."

    "You and Lamar Hinton."

    "I ain't seen Lamar in years, you can't pin Lamar's shit on me!"

    Ed grabbed the spare chair, brandished it. "I don't want to. Give me an answer on this, and if I like it I'll owe you a solid. It's a test and you're a test pilot, so you should do well. Who shot at Jack Vincennes outside the Hollywood drop back in '53?"

    Yorkin cringed. "Me. Pierce told me to clip him. I shouldn't of done it by the drop. I fucked up and Pierce got pissed."

    Patchett nailed: attempted murder on a police officer. "What did he do to you for that?"

    "He tested me bad. He gave me all these bad compounds he said he had to eliminate. He made me take these bad fucking flights."

    "So you hate him for it."

    "Man, Pierce ain't like regular people. I hate him, but I dig him too."

    Ed pushed the chair away. "Remember the Nite Owl shootings?”

    "Sure, years ago. What's that got to do-"

    "Never mind, and here's the important thing. You fill this in for me, I'll give you a written immunity statement and put you in protective custody until Patchett's down. Smut, Chester. You remember those orgy books Fleur-de-Lis was running years ago?"

    Yorkin bobbed his head yes.

    "The ink blood on the pictures, do you remember that?”

    Yorkin smiled-snitching eager now. "I know that story good. Pierce is going down for real?"

    "Maybe tonight."

    "Then fuck him for all those bad flights."

     -LA Confidential, James Ellroy.

[myplasticheart]

#Repost @chrisrwk ・・・ @myplasticheart had the idea of having the postcards for the "Robots Will Kill and Friends" blank on the back so people can draw on them. I figured it was a great idea because at shows people like to have things signed, doodled on etc. And there's been plenty of times when I heard "oh man I wish I had my blackbook or damn where'd that napkin go I had". So I designed up a big ol' c-line style card. So come on by to the opening on July 14th and grab one and have some of the artists doodle on it. Grab a few even. 210 Forsyth st 7-10pm First 40 people receive the limited ed tote(never to be re-printed) filled with A LOT of goodies. There will also be tote bags for sale with a raffle ticket inside. There will be original pieces of art raffled off, and maybe even some pairs of the @wearpear socks. So for $15 you'll get the tote bag and a chance to win some other prizes. Oh and have you seen the lineup?!?!? ChrisRWK Veng REGA DrilOne MURRZ Zero productivity Burn353 Jay Shells City kitty Rep1NYC=MIKU EpicUno Daniel Fleres Miss Zukie Evoker STICKYMONGER SINNED Monty Montgomery Adam "ATOMS" Fujita Free humanity John Santarpia Nite owl See One Smut Villain UrbanMedium Beak B3@k>o3 / Beak>o3 Sugarfueled Leon Rainbow Anthony Weirdeyeone Layercakes Lou Pimentel Mike Egan Jeff Henriquez aka JARTISTA Chad Pierce Vew Bob Will Reign Belowkey EL TORO Cash Cannon MCA Matt Siren K-Nor Zimad Woes Martin Leecifer Jos-L Turtle caps Mike die KaNO Hellbent Sharpy #chrisrwk #rwk #robotswillkill #supportthosewhosupportyou #illbedeadalongtime #myplasticheart #robotswillkillandfriends #robotswillkillandfriends2017 (at myplasticheart)

[underworldobsessed]

Sneak Peak #7 ll Bo-Katan Week Day 7: Free Day

Alright so this is entirely self indulgent writing for Bo and my OC (From my series Path from Isolation). Just so you guys know this one is a smut fic (Though the preview is SFW) so keep that in mind for when the fic does post. 

Tagging: @bokatanweek

Bo knew that she should be focused on the mess of things she had to do as leader of the Nite Owls. Oh, she had rationalized, there is no reason to stay cooped up somewhere to go over mission plans when she could sit out where sparring matches are held to try and keep skills sharp. Of course, this had nothing to do with the former jedi who had joined their ranks and was currently practicing her hand to hand combat in her new Beskar’gam. The same woman who Bo could barely keep her eyes off of when she was training. 

Definitely not. 

But in truth, there was something so arousing about seeing Delia fighting in Mandalorian armor. It had been a very long time since she had feelings for another woman as strong as these. She knew now wasn’t the time for it, though. Now wasn’t the time for her to allow these feelings to run rampant. They had a mission to complete. Only once Mandalore was in their grasps could she allow herself to think about that.

[montymontgomeryart]

Honored to join the @robotswillkill line up for the “ChrisRWK and Friends” exhibit @myplasticheart opening •TONIGHT• Friday July 14, 2017 7-10PM. The group exhibition will run through 8/13/17 in NYC @myplasticheart . Featured: "Fractal #59" @montanacans_usa on @artistcraftsmansupply birch panel with UV varnish | 12″ x 12″ x 1.5" | Work of Art statement: The "Fractal Series" is a series of works that are based on line, shape, energy, and color relationships found in nature. @chrisrwk is a great friend & we've worked together spreading each others word for over 15 years now. Honored to be a part of his vision and to exhibit with these talented peeps. Works by 50 artists including graffiti, street artists, illustrators and toy artists. RWK will be giving out tote bags to the first 40 people in line at the opening. Each bag will be packed with stickers and art from some of your favorite artists from the show! Featured artists : Adam “ATOMS” Fujita | Anthony Weirdeyeone | Beak | Bob Will Reign | Burn353 |Cash Cannon | Chad Pierce | ChrisRWK | City kitty | Daniel Fleres | DrilOne | EL TORO | EpicUno | Evoker | Free humanity | Hellbent | Jay Shells |Jeff Henriquez aka JARTISTA | John Santarpia | Jos-L | K-Nor | KaNO | Layercakes | Leecifer | Leon Rainbow | Lou Pimentel | Matt Siren | MCA | Mike Die | Mike Egan | Miss Zukie | Monty Montgomery | MURRZ | Nite Owl | Rega | Rep1NYC=MIKU | See One | Sharpy | SINNED | Smut Villain | Stickymonger | Sugarfueled | Turtle Caps | UrbanMedium | Veng | Vew | Woes Martin | Zero Productivity | Zimad. robotswillkill.com | myplasticheart.com | montymontgomeryart.com #rwkandfriends #robotswillkill #myplasticheart #newyorkcity #montymontgomery #supportthosewhosupportyou #chrisrwk #rwk #exhibition #neofuturism #modernabstract #fractal #nature #urbancontemporary #montanacans #acsart (at myplasticheart)

[abelincolnjr]

I’m stoked to have been asked to be in #cluttered a show curated by @chrisrwk and @cluttermagazine I’ve done a bunch of illustrations on vintage recipe cards. Don’t stop! Get em’! Get em’! The Clutter Gallery is proud to present an amazing group exhibition curated by street artist Chris RWK! Artists Include: Abe Lincoln JR • Anthony Weirdeyeone • Aquarela Sabol • Biafra • @Burn353 • Casey Kawaguchi • Chad Pierce • @chrisrwk RWK • City Kitty • Crummy Gummy • Czee13 • Danny Martin • DownTimer • Ekiem • @Evoker • @GigiChen • Hissxx • In prime we trust • Jay222 • @JCRivera • @JCorp • Jos-L • JP Neang • K-Nor • Kid Lew • Kyle Kirwan • Leecifer • Lou Pimentel • Mathew Curran • Matt Siren • @mcaevildesign • Mike Die • Mike Egan • Mike Graves • Murrz • Nite Owl • Peter Van Flores • Pon • Quiccs • Rega • @roycer_700 • Sean Lugo • See One • Sinned • Smut Villain • Sugar Fueled • Task One • Tommy the Animator • Travis Lampe • Turtle Caps • Vincent Scala • Zero productivity • Zimad • Mrs. Zukie & More. The opening reception will be free to the public and take place on June 9th, from 6-9pm, at Clutter Gallery in Beacon, NY. Free beer provided by our friends at Lagunitas and Mike's Hard Lemonade, PLUS amazing Gluten-free treats from North Brooklyn Eats!! Sales will be first offered to our Preview list subscribers. An email will be sent out on Saturday the 9th, at 12 (noon) est, with a link to preview and purchase. To sign up to the list please follow this link: http://www.cluttermagazine.com/about/gallery-preview-list

[oaklandslapmachine]

Double dipping in NYC. Robots Will Kill and Friends Opening Friday July 14th 7-10PM Exhibition runs through August 13th @myplasticheart 210 Forsyth St. New York NY 10002 ChrisRWK @chrisrwk DrilOne @drilone MURRZ @_murrz Zero productivity @zeroproductivity Burn353 @burn353 Jay Shells @jayshells_ City kitty @citykittystreet Rep1NYC=MIKU @rep1nyc_miku EpicUno @epicuno Daniel Fleres @DanielFleres Miss Zukie @zukie_art Evoker @evokerone STICKYMONGER @stickymonger SINNED @sinned_nyc Monty Montgomery @MontyMontgomery Adam "ATOMS" Fujita @adamfu Free humanity @freehumanity John Santarpia @johnnyoxen Nite owl @naito_oru See One @seeoneart Smut Villain @smutvillain UrbanMedium @urbanmedium Beak B3@k>o3 / Beak>o3 @beaksup808 Sugarfueled @sugarfueled REGA @rega_army Leon Rainbow @aerosoleon Veng kaNO @kanokid Anthony Weirdeyeone @weird_eye_one Layercakes @layercakeny Lou Pimentel @loupimentel Mike Egan @mike77egan Jeff Henriquez aka JARTISTA @JeffHenriquezart_ Chad Pierce @chadpierce Vew @_vewer_ Bob Will Reign @bobwillreign Belowkey @belowkey EL TORO @eltoro215 Cash Cannon @cashcannon1 MCA @mcaevildesign Matt Siren @mattsiren K-Nor @knorcrap Zimad @zimad_art Woes Martin @woes Leecifer @Leecifer1 Jos-L @joslart Turtle caps @Turtlecaps Mike Die @mikedie Hellbent @hellbent_ Sharpy @shrpy_ (at My Plastic Heart Designer Toys)

[sthefany16]

OMG!!🤯 This is so sexy!!🫦🛐😍🔥✨

Can someone write a smut fanfic where you're a sassy, ​​insolent, completely irresistible villain, always escaping the clutches of Nite Owl? He's been chasing you for months, but one rainy night, he finally finds you, invading your hiding place with the determination to arrest you. You begin a fight full of tension, exchanged blows, full of strategic movements and inevitable touches. In one agile movement, you manage to knock him down, placing yourself on top of him, your face very close to his. Both of their breathing is heavy, and you notice that Nite Owl is clearly shaken. He realizes how irresistible you are, your cheeky look, your provocative smile, your confident manner. Without missing the chance, you get even closer and steal a kiss from him, an audacious gesture that leaves him surprised and excited.

You almost believe you've won, but Nite Owl regains control, with a brutal movement he turns the situation around, placing himself on top of you, trapping your wrists above your head, leaving no room for escape. His eyes reflect something darker and irresistible. The thought is inevitable: you are too bold to get away with it. For him, perhaps it would be fairer to "teach him a lesson". He leans in, whispering in your ear that maybe you deserve to be "taught" not to underestimate him. Making it clear that, before going to prison, he will make you feel what it is like to be under his control. Your lips meet again, but this time he deepens the kiss, letting himself be carried away by the desire to explore every part of your body.

Dominant and determined making you regret, every touch, it's a mix of punishment and pleasure. Nite Owl decides to exploit your insolence to the end by immersing you. Where finally, you find yourself at the mercy of his touches, his control. And no matter how hard he tries to maintain his defiant attitude, he will show you who is really in control. With sexual tension, death threat, domination kink, swearing, degradation, battle for control, dominant Y/n and a disobedient sub, dominant Nite Owl, M+F masturbation, pussy slapping, M+F oral sex, deep throat, suffocation, face slaps, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, difficult sex, angry sex, cum swallowing, hair pulling, Y/n completely submissive. Nite Owl makes her beg for your cock. (And anything you want!!)Pleaseee 🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️✨

I've been working on this for a long time! So I hope you like it 🥰🥰 I'm super happy to finally post it😊😊✨

@srawilson✨❤️

@fanficslover✨❤️

[ao3feed-twd]

White Lie

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2oKhe5z

by darylsnegan

We spend our whole lives waiting for the punchline, but what happens when we realize it was all a joke from the beginning? Watchmen AU in which Edward Blake still isn't capable of love, but comes pretty damn close. [trigger warnings of domestic abuse, Edward is portrayed just as vile, but the canon rape scene is void in this fic. Story takes place in the 80's instead of the 40's]

Words: 707, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Watchmen - All Media Types, Watchmen (2009), The Walking Dead (TV), DCU (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Edward Blake, Original Female Character(s), OC - Character, Sally Jupiter, Rorschach (Watchmen), Dr. Manhattan, Laurie Juspeczyk, Nelson Gardner, Nite Owl

Relationships: Edward Blake/OC, Edward Blake/Original Female Character, Edward Blake/You, The Comedian/you, The Comedian/OC, The Comedian/Original Female Character

Additional Tags: Domestic Violence, Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Vaginal Sex, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Swearing, Major character death - Freeform, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Violence, Explicit Language, The Comedian - Freeform, Jeffrey Dean Morgan - Freeform, Eddie Blake - Freeform, Edward Blake - Freeform, Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage Scare, OC, Original Characters - Freeform, AU, Alternate Universe, Watchmen - Freeform, Watchmen References, DC comics - Freeform, Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Trigger Warnings, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, BDSM, Negan - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2oKhe5z

[fanofiction]

For a span of seconds, the man hovering over you is drawn in a disorienting double-image. He’s hyper-real, familiar to a point that is almost grotesque in its intimacy—yet, at the same time, he is completely a stranger. It’s as though you’re looking at something mundane from an unexpected angle; the ordinary made alien.

“Are you hurt?” the mans says, and then immediately, “No, of course you’re hurt, that was a hell of a drop. Okay… okay. You’re standing, so… legs… seem fine…”

There are hands smoothing over your limbs and torso, pressing firm but shaking, and it feels like something long coveted. At first you want to shiver under his touch and it feels like its root is in pleasure, but then there is a deep repulsion working its way out. It drags nebulous concepts with it, an abstract ideal, something about repercussions and moral lapses and forbidden, dangerous things.

The man frowns and hesitantly cups one hand around the back of your neck, and you remember suddenly that it’s Daniel.

In which concussions cause changes and dubious relationships.

Fluff: +

Angst: ++++

Smut: +++

Overall Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/99835