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Wingman & Redbird

[twola]

Lonesome Dove

If you want any one thing too badly, it's likely to turn out to be a disappointment.

Smut/MDNI ➵ Gift ficlet, Redbird universe ➵ AO3 Link

For my dearest @redwritr, whose words weave the tapestries hung in the hallways of my heart.

The room felt big; empty. It was almost cold, even with the fetid humidity of south Lemoyne. Everything was damp, a sheen of moisture that never left in the bayou. 

She came to him again tonight, a flash of red hair and the hint of that pretty little smile and the sway of her hips in those damn trousers - alluring and sensual even when she didn’t mean to be. The weight of a Springfield strapped ‘cross her back, the leather band parting her breasts in her shirt.

For the umpteenth time in months, Arthur wakes alone in his bed, in his cot, in his bedroll. Collarbone damp with the sheen of sweat and his cock annoyingly hard.

He’s thought about it, of course. Undoing the buttons of his union suit and coaxing his half-hearted erection alive, fucking into his hand thinking of her. But he’s done that before. Thought of a woman no longer his while he thrusts into his hand, the sorry bastard that he is. One would think he would have learned his lesson. 

Mary Linton’s dark eyes. Nell Riordan’s pink lips.

And Arthur Morgan, alone. As always. Probably deservedly so. A mean, terrible old bastard like him was never deserving of a woman - much less one that struck him down like a flash of lightning in the night.

Staring at the water-stained ceiling of the room, his cock throbs, half-hard, against his thigh, brushing against the worn cotton of his union suit. Sweat pools across his clavicles. Even in just his union suit, it’s too damn hot.

Why’re you even wearing that?

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to banish the lilt of her voice in his head. The teasing nature, the sly tone. But he heeds the unasked favor, in the dim light of the oil lamp in the corner of the room, he slowly works the union suit from his body. Down his arms, biceps sore from chopping wood earlier. Down his chest, his abdomen, his pelvis. 

As he pushes the cotton over his member, he stifles a groan working its way out of his chest. Once released, his cock smacks against his stomach, hard to the edge of painful.

She’d give him a sly look if she were here. She’d wrap her fingers around him and slowly stroke. As he grasps himself, he fully gives in to the fantasy, letting go of his battered pride for the night. It's all wrong, of course, his hands too big, and the calluses on his fingers are in the wrong spots. The one on her thumb - he remembers that, clear as day, as she would stroke and fondle him.

What a goddamn miserable fool he was. Letting out a long breath, Arthur’s fingers tighten around his shaft as he begins to pump himself, the head of his cock appearing from his foreskin. He grits his teeth, closing his eyes and imagining her - that flash of red hair, the allure of her skin, spread out next to him on this little bed.

She’d be ready for him, with a single swipe of his finger up her slit - she always is.

The outlaw stifles another groan as he lays his forearm across his eyes to block out any kind of light. Any kind of reminder of the truth - that he was alone in this bed, jerking himself off to a woman gone - one he loves, one he hates. One he left on a mountainside after he broke his damn heart.

One who still has his damn heart.

She’d fight back when he pushed her to the mattress, the spark of contest in her eye. Wouldn’t go down without a fight. He’d have to use just a bit more of the force he so oft wields outside. He’d hold her down, with a smirk.

He’s unabashedly jerking himself now, sitting up from his laying position to chase some sort of vision - some hazy dream just out of reach. 

But oh, she’d eventually give in.

Arthur leans up on his knees, gritting his teeth as his hips thrust forward, his cock swallowed by his fist pumping it faster and faster.

She’d be underneath him, making some wisecrack about the size of the bed but still opening those pretty legs for him.

It’s everything he has not to groan aloud, one hand right around his cock, pumping at a dizzying pace, the other gently squeezing his swollen balls, full and ready to spend.

Her breasts, heaving with every thrust he gives her. Her bottom lip is bitten red, trying to keep herself quiet as Dutch is just down the hall. Her legs over his shoulders and her eyes glazed over as he pounds her hips into the rickety bed.

The smacking sound of his wet palm on his shaft is unmistakable should someone walk by,  but he’s beyond the point of caring. He’s in another world entirely.

Fuck, the sight of his hard shaft disappearing into her cunt, wet and well-glossed with her slick after each stroke. The sight of the dark curls at the base of his cock intermingled with the pretty little auburn thatch of hair over her cunt. The clench of her body on his when she comes, a rapture as if she was a goddamn angel.

The feeling in the pit of his gut shifts, the burning bursting into flame, and he knows he’s approaching that point of no return.

He grunts under his breath-

She convulses around him-

His hips jut forward-

Her pretty little cry beneath him-

He’s so goddamn hard-

Arthur - she gasps - Come in me-

His eyes screw shut and his eyebrows furrow.

And he comes-

And he comes.

He spends all over his palm, emptying hot as his release seeps between his fingers. He lets a long breath out of his nose as he slowly sits back down from his knees, the sickening, roiling feeling in his gut returns with a vengeance.

Her whisper in the night - Do that to me again.

As he wipes his spend-covered hand on an old bandana and throws it to the floor in a flash of indignation, Arthur hates himself.

In the end, nothing’s changed.

He’s just a lonesome miserable bastard, fucking into his hand, dreaming of a woman no longer his.

[matches-art]

You combined my favorite things (transformers and dc). If I could I’d mail you a freshly toasted creme brulee

Thank youuu, the mental image of this is just really funny to me

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Evolution of the Dark Destroyer

I need to go back and add him as future!Nightwing

[gay-frogs69]

Reading Robin 1993. Who was going to tell me that Redbird isn’t a cycle?? Dude’s got a full ass car at his disposal.

[90ssuperheroes]

[4m4zing-gracie]

Sibling moments.

[zahri-melitor]

Detective Comics #950:

I was delighted by Cass and by JPV in here, but honestly the best part of this issue?

The return of Tim’s best beloved.

REDBIRD RIDES AGAIN.

[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Helena Bertinelli is Huntress, The Question, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Gets Therapy, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins, Jason Todd and Damian Wayne are Siblings, Huntress/Question - Freeform, (it's a small plot point but a hill I WILL die on), canon was taken to a chop shop, canon was used for parts, Not Beta Read, Sadly, as sad as tim's bowl cut, Tim Drake and Dick Grayson are Siblings, Road Trips, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), POV Alternating, The Rogues Gallery (Batman) Summary:

“His name is Jason Todd.” Damian waits for her to explain the significance, or for his mind to tell him. He knows of no great fighter with that name, of no great ally or foe from his lessons with Sensei on League history. "He was the Batman's son. He was Robin."

"A brother?" Damian asks.

OR

Damian meets Jason while Talia is taking care of him, post-resurrection but pre-Lazarus pit. (Includes chapters with what Dick & Tim are getting up to in Gotham + Bruce gets therapy.)

[yj-98]

oh sick a car appreciator. what cars would u have based the redbird on?

oohhh im glad u asked... to preface this btw im a car appreciator not exactly an. expert. i love old (40s-80s) cars (i grew up w/ my dream car being an aqua 1965 mustang convertible) but im not like. incredibly knowledgeable

that being said :] ! onward with redbird thoughts

shes supposed to be a rear engined sporty little coupe. modified to high hell. i would wager the rear engine is more so that tim can have weapons (missiles? grenade launcher? a fucking flamethrower?) under the hood and less actually thinking abt what a rear engine could DO for his driving experience at the ripe age of 14. its got a lowered chassis (rear-engine has a lower center of gravity, and if its a rear-wheel drive then overall its saving even More space cramped in the back, and probably has a better "grip" on the road) and apparently has pop out scoops for better airflow.. probably for the best.

its also got a bulletproof windshield! and blacked out windows! are those even legal in jersey? no! the tire shields are fine i guess

my problem with red bird is that shes just a little ugly. like there are things in the body of this car that have potential (i like the pop out scoops but they make the overall silhouette of the car look sort of . back heavy in a bad way) but ultimately fall flat.

so im gonna look at some cars that i think still sell the look they were going for!! FROM his time period even!!

the ferrari testarossa (produced from '84-'96 and im looking at the late 80s/early 90 ones here)

this is my ideal car to base redbird on. its a mid-engine, which has the best overall center of gravity, and while it limits cabin space its not like we were worried abt tht with tim. its still a 2 door sports car with a low chassis. the air scoops dont need to pop out, it has room in the back for the drag 'schute that they wanted to include, and has the room in the front too. also! she looks KILLER in red<3

the pontiac firebird trans am (1993) + chevy corvette ('90 red c4)

this is included in case we do not want to look at ferrari. sporty! red! coupe! i have less to say abt these ones honestly

i could just start naming other sporty coupes but my point being like.... theres cars of this era with the look theyre going for that look perfectly fine in the three different price ranges (general motors making pontiac as their low-tier, chevrolet as their bigger make) and ferrari at the luxury tier

ik 15 years later tim gets a new redbird (2008 i believe) and i do believe they WERE referencing real cars for redbird i simply think. it would not look like that. and didnt have to! less is more. if you want a cool looking aerodynamic sports car then she should look sleek. redbird drawn in the comics doesnt look sleek she just looks silly </3

ultimately i dont want to change her too much from being tim's (say it with me) sporty little red coupe. because thats not a bad thing for a car to be! i just dont think there was that much thought into what the car should look like aside from looking at a picture of a sports coupe and going "ok now add a flamethrower and a parachute"

[thegayneapigs]

There are two hours left to vote in this round, help us get RedBird this year's title of Cadbury Bunny!

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Voting is in Cadbury's Insta stories, just view until you see Little RedBird, and tap on her name in the white box to vote!

[cryptocollectibles]

Robin #1 (November 1993) by DC Comics

Written by Chuck Dixon, drawn by Tom Grummett and Scott Hanna.

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Because I’m feeling passive aggressive today, here’s a list of birds by colors they showed up for by google search for the batfam fandom when they try to come up with alternate names for Gotham’s Vigilantes:

Green:

HoneyCreeper

Macaw

Sparrow

Tanager

Vireo

Kingfisher

Kinglet

Greenfinch

Warbler

Siskin

Turaco

Eurylaimidae

Hummingbird

Yellow:

Goldfinch

Meadowlark

Warbler

Tanager

Verdin

Sicalis

Oriole

Cape Weaver

Icterid

Red:

Cardinal

Tanager

Finch

Flycatcher

Redpoll

Chaffinch

Rosefinch

Trogon

Ibis

Firefinch

Sunbird

Woodpecker

HoneyCreeper

‘Apapane

Blue:

Bluebird

Songbird

Thrush

Cyanocitta

Parula

Gnatcatcher

HoneyCreeper

Mockingbird

Warbler

Niltava

Tanager

Flycatcher

Dacnis

Magpie

Purple:

Starling

HoneyCreeper

Hummingbird

Gallinule

Sabrewing

Cotinga

Woodnymph

Swamphen

Thornbill

Sunbird

Finch

Flycatcher

Fairywren

Scimitarbill

Turaco

Dove

Woodstar

Tanager

Sheartail

Mountaingem

Carib

Violetear

Plovercrest

Cochoa

Grackle

Kingfisher

Black:

Blackbird

Raven

Icterid

Grackle

Songbird

Crow

Starling

Cowbird

Magpie

Phoebe

Phainopepla

Ani

Passerine

Oystercatcher

Vulture

Cormorant

Rook

Warbler

Turnstone

Jackdaw

I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve seen too many fics where they try to rename them and it’s all the same 4 birds with different colors slapped in front! There are so many birds and a lot of them have color overlap for costume accents!!!

[wallowclan]

Moon 14! Very kit focused, I love Aster's babies you have no idea.

I am getting the hang of drawing kits...ignore the ugli

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[inartchive]

[ratsoupee]

Relief crashes onto Tim so hard and fast, he chokes on a sob. He crumples forward and rests his forehead against Redbird's, punching out a breathless sigh. Even as tears roll down his face both from the crash of adrenaline and the immense relief, Tim refuses to move his hand to wipe his tears.

“I owe you so much dragon-nip,” Tim laughs hoarsely, "So much."

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When your hyperfixation wained so you put off the chapter for almost a year but you're very determined to see this through :'))

Sorry for the wait! But the chapter is up! We have one more chapter to go!!!