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chiwhorei · 4 years ago

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cross-posted to Ao3!

pairing: issei “horse cock” matsukawa x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

word count: ~4.4k

tags: stripper!issei, stripper!seijoh, roommate!oikawa, tendoukawa (bc @heauxzenji said it an it’s now the only ship in my head) dry humping, lap dance, a little corruption, spitting, public, alcohol and recreational drug consumption (weed and coke), spanking, degradation, hardly edited

a/n: howdy! this is my contribution to the smut pile’s western collab and it is so incredibly late but what the hell else is new. the masterlist for the collab can be found here! @messwriting and myself, in true chaotic duo fashion, built an absolutely depraved multiverse of seijoh strippers: the lawbreakers. lee, i love you so much. this journey we’ve been on the past few months has been chaotic and beautiful, and there’s plenty more to come.

the multiverse: hanamaki || iwaizumi || kyoutani

hymn: save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big & rich

and all the girls say— save a horse, ride a cowboy

A fog of smoke burns in your eyes. The room around you feels like it could curl in on itself, four walls marked sparsely with dusty furniture, the smell of weed and cash.

You fix your gaze onto a long, diagonal tear in the leather couch across the must and g-strings, the rip in upholstery is stuffed with wrinkled one dollar bills.

It feels like observing an exhibit at a museum, or a zoo. Lines of coke, random dustings of pot and discarded swisher tobacco, too many open handles of liquor. Sitting on an end table is a bright pink teddy bear with a cowboy hat on it’s head.

How the fuck did you get here?

***

You shift your weight on either foot, arches aching already. The pair of jeans and top you had planned on wearing tonight were all but ripped off of your body, casual boots thrown down the hallway with sadistic glee and replaced with heels that are taller and a dress much too short.

“Damnit, you’re walking too fast.” Your appointed captor turns around dramatically, stopping in his tracks to watch you catch up. The cigarette pressed into his mouth cards in two fingers and extended towards you as a peace offering. You take the half gone stick and bring it to your lips.

Tendou’s mission was simple, drag his boyfriends roommate and best friend-- possibly kicking and screaming-- out for a night she won’t soon forget.

“Were those really necessary, Satori?” You point with the remnants of his cigarette and he feigns a kicked-puppy expression, looking down dramatically at his all black outfit contrasting drastically with a flashy pair of brownish-red cowboy boots.

“I am being a supportive partner. Plus Tooru and I wear the same shoe size.” His hair is bright outlined by the neon sign above the building.

You inhale smoke and nicotine, eying him over once again before continuing.

“Does it bother you when he’s dancing on all of those horny women?” The cigarette butt falls to the ground, you snuff it out while exhaling remnant smoke from your nose, the bachelorette party walking towards the door in a parade screaming emphasizes your question.

Tendou pulls you close, mouth pressing against your neck to bite against the skin. You jerk away from his embrace, with a feeble push against his chest to match the scoff scratching against your throat. The tall red head above you, currently leaned into the dip on your neck, always has an air of vulgar humor and zero personal space.

“Watching my pretty little boyfriend grinding on women that would never stand a chance with him,” he pulls away just in time to catch another eye roll before grabbing your wrist to pull you inside, “I think it’s hot as fuck.”

You stumble behind him, the doorman recognizing your friend immediately and lets the pair of you through tacky saloon doors. You catch a glimpse of the tattered sign standing right next to the entrance.

Lawbreaker’s Presents: The Guys of the Wild West

The club is drastically warmer than outside, the chill in your barely covered limbs thaws in a mixture of stage lights and body heat.

You sigh deeply as the sound of country music fills your ears, seemingly in rhythm with the squawking of drunken hens sipping on tall flutes of champagne. Thinking back briefly to when you first signed the lease with Oikawa, you remember he wore glasses and a sweater vest.

He said he worked as a “fitness instructor.”

“Ah, my two favorite people in the whole world,” Tooru’s ears just have been burning at your recollection, as your roommate appears in front of you in nothing but white spandex shorts and a pair of shiny boots to match, a tray of drinks is placed to the side on an unoccupied table. The white cowboy hat on his head gleamed in the low light of the club, rhinestone star shimmers-- you want to shy away from the bright refraction hitting your eyes.

He looks in his element, completely confident and cocksure as he walks around in only underwear and body oil.

“Aren’t you glad you came out tonight? I promise, you’re going to have a great time.” Oikawa melts into Tendou’s side, he looks just as content in the current atmosphere. Tendou seems at home in any ecosystem he wanders into.

“The show starts in 15, go get yourself a drink and try to pull the stick out of your ass. I’m going to, uhm, wish Tooru an extra special good luck.”

“I really didn’t need to know that, thanks. Tooru, break a leg.” You turn around at the sight of the wandering, tattooed hand on it’s journey south on Oikawa’s abdomen and retreat to the bar. You aren’t shocked by the display, not hardly, not with the two of them using almost every surface in your apartment as a debauched playground.

The space around you is emptier than you imagined it would be, but there is still time before the night actually starts. The bartender approaches just as you sit down on one of the wooden stools, every fixture around you is designed to look like an old saloon-- save for the strobing lights and dj booth.

You order something strong and amber, partially to stay in-theme, partially for the nerves settled in your stomach that draft beer wouldn’t be able to curb.

The woman smiles brightly and turns to pour your liquor, leaving you to pick at a cocktail napkin and await your friend’s return.

“You’re Shittykawa’s roommate.” A stranger's voice is deep and bellowing, sounding high above your ear. You swivel in your seat, gaze meeting a tanned chest instead of a set of eyes. Trailing upwards past thick black tattoos and an unavoidable pair of silver nipple rings.

You can feel the muscles in the back of your neck as they strain to meet his chocolate brown stare, he looks amused as you all but gawk at him.

“Yes, uh, I am. And you’re, uhm--” the train of thought you try to hang onto derailed completely by a devastating smile, “one of Tooru’s co-workers?”

If his smile wasn’t enough, his laugh could level the building around you. Your new friend taps the black Stetson against the bar top before putting it back on his head. He gestures broadly to his attire, or lack thereof, with another disarming and smooth chuckle.

“What gave that one away, darlin’?” You realize how stupid your question sounded, mentally kicking yourself but trying desperately not to show it on your face.

Long, thick legs are wrapped in a pair of leather chaps, the tight fabric hides nothing even if it covers most of his lower half. A matching vest hangs open on his chest, the muscles in his arms look bigger than your head. He seems huge in presence and physique, your own form is a shrinking violet below him.

“Your drink, dear. Double Jack n’ Coke.” The bartender slides a glass towards you, and you accept it with a gracious smile. The distraction is definitely appreciated, any excuse to break the eye contact that has you dissolving like lye.

“Jack n’ Coke, a gal after my own heart.” You choke, a coupling of small coughs break out of your chest. You curse your bodies reaction, you don’t even know--

“You’re name, uh, w-what’s your name.” Casual conversation seems like the best option, because it’s only been two minutes with the almost-naked Casanova and there’s a gnawing feeling that you don’t want him to walk away.

You blame it on the alcohol not yet even running through your veins.

“Call me anything you want, pretty girl, but my name’s Issei.”

A smile creeps from one end of your mouth to the other. His presence is jarring to say the least, but there’s something about the way his teeth peek out past curled lips that makes you want to lean in instead of away.

Tendou calls your name, effectively pulling you out of Issei’s orbit and reminding you where you are. Heat flushes in waves on your face as Tendou wraps his long arms around your shoulders from behind. Acknowledging your new friend with a pointed, “Howdy partner,” before turning to order his own drink.

“Something sweet please, and strong.” You hear his voice singing to the bartender but still face Issei, having his attention is more intoxicating than whiskey. You want him to talk to you, to ask you questions, to grace you with that smile over again.

You feel the ability to breathe escaping when Issei leans into you impossibly close, his hand enclosing around your back and pulling you in so slightly you could swear you imagined it.

“It was nice to meet you. Make sure I hear ya’ out there, darlin.”

You’re left almost falling from the bar stool, watching as Issei strides toward the back. The way his hips sway is unfair in every--

“Hey,” Tendou’s fingers come up to snap in front of your face, “Didya hear me? Let’s go take our seats.”

That’s right; you feel like you’ve just run a marathon, heart beating erratically at the briefest interaction, your night hasn’t even started yet.

You’re dragged directly towards the front of the stage and sat in a small two person table. You agreed to the night out between gritted teeth, hauled to the uber with absolute defiance; but most of your protest has fizzled away-- definitely not due to a pair of deep brown eyes and planes of perfectly tanned skin-- as you get comfortable next to the boisterous bridal party. You can hear their idle, drunken chatter at your back.

“I heard they call one of the dancers ‘Mad Dog’. Apparently he’s totally feral.”

“One of them is nicknamed the ‘Big Tease’, he really likes the pretty little brides~”

“Oh yeah? Well there’s one dancer called ‘Horse Cock’. I’m going to go home with him.”

The women behind you howl with laughter, enjoying their friend’s last night of freedom. The straw in your drink twirls idly, thoughts drifting with each turn of the plastic against your liquor. Surely, Issei had just intended a friendly introduction, he wouldn’t be raking in tips by being unapproachable.

Friendly, you decide, repeating it to yourself until the lights drop and a black curtain is pulled up, he was just being nice.

* * *

The show starts out mostly how you would expect. Through a few sets, toned, beautiful guys take their clothes off and fling articles at the screaming, panting crowd. The table next to you gets the most attention, bridal parties, you assume, would be the prized cash cow.

Oikawa comes out in the most obnoxious, white and teal outfit and strips into nothing but a thong and boots. Every inch of his skin sparkles, the cause becoming obvious when he jumps down to the audience and swivels his hips and ass right into your lap. Your hand comes up to his hip reflexively to brace yourself-- of course, body glitter.

You watch on at the sweaty writhing of the most beautiful men you have ever seen in real life. The atmosphere around you is absolutely contagious, it’s impossible not to fall into the rhythm, losing inhibitions with every stray piece of fabric as it’s tossed into the sea of women.

Just as you lean over to Tendou to admit that you’re enjoying yourself, the next song blasts loudly from the speakers. The beat vibrates your table, soaking into every nerve, but is almost drowned out completely by the shrieking from every patron around you. They must know what’s coming.

Looking back up front, you realize why the crowd is losing their minds. The man that commanded your attention at the bar is even more alluring now. His strut to center stage is deliberate, flashing smiles and winks to no one in particular and hypnotizing every person in his reach.

Issei is stunning in his element, soaking in the reaction with a humble tip of his hat. You could swear, though you’re sure that it’s just your imagination, that he’s looking right at you.

His performance starts out like the rest of them, but each movement of his tattooed hands as they travel over his chest is spellbinding.

Issei discards his leather vest and tosses it to the side, it feels like you’re watching him in slow motion. He’s gorgeous, skin tanned and tight over thick muscle, arms wrapped in black ink and shining with sweat.

His chaps are next, ripped from his legs just as music behind him picks up. The wedding party next to you so loud you swear the laundromat next door can hear.

All that’s left is a thong that’s barely covering his cock. You try desperately not to, but all your eyes can focus on is the bulge under a tiny piece of black leather. Your thighs rub together in search of any relief to the feeling growing hot and slick in your stomach.

He moves like liquid platinum, every long, deliberate swivel of his hips and overt palming over his crotch is enough to cause delirium. He soaks in every whistle and shriek of his name, vibrating on the high of squelching attention.

Issei is a natural. He’s a wild animal, and, along with every other woman there, you wish he would tear you apart with his canines.

He descends the short staircase with a quick stomp of his boots, now making rounds through the crowd. He stops in front of tables at random, invading the space between strangers and collecting wrinkled one dollar bills.

Why does something so blatantly performative feel voyeurous?

All you can do is gawk, ignoring how every time another woman’s hand runs down his abdomen you heat with envy. As he turns away from the bridal party neighboring you, your blood turns ice cold.

Issei has you, unmistakably, in his sights. His eyes pin you, holding you down tightly in your chair as he struts forward. Tendou whistles loudly as the brunette approaches your table. You wonder, in your last moment of cognizance, if Saroti and Tooru had planned your evening in more detail that you originally thought.

“Long time no see, darlin’,” Issei stands over you, and all you can do is stare dumbly up at him, “do ya trust me?”

You don’t answer, not with words, not like he would even hear your quiver over Big & Rich booming through the speakers. His question is stupid, to trust someone you just met so vaguely?

You do. Against any better judgement, you do.

He doesn't give you the chance to ask what he means, stuck in the gooey feeling of his attention. Issei reaches behind you, picking up your half empty glass. He swirls the drink with an almost evil smile before bringing it up to his lips and draining the last bits of whiskey and coke.

Your face reads confused, not putting his intentions together until you feel his thumb pressed against your chin. Issei’s eyebrow quirks, eyes trained on your reaction. You’re options are to shy away, turning back in your seat, running for escape in the bathroom, or--

The gloss on your mouth is sticky as your lips part in obedience. Issei tries to hide his elation, but it’s difficult to remain aloof as your tongue lulls out and your eyes beg him.

Issei’s hold on your chin tightens, nudging you to lean in so he’s only inches away. Your eyes shut lightly, the shouting surrounding you sounds little more than a whisper with the blood rushing in your ears.

You swear you can hear him groan above you as the sharp taste of liquor hits your tongue. Willing your body to cooperate, you swallow the drink with only a small cough.

His face dips down, it seems like a habit now, to brush his promises against the shell of your ear once again.

“You’re an agreeable little thing, I think you can take it.”

His hands are on either side of your chair in a flash, lifting you up with trained, bulging muscles. You fall forward in your seat, bracing against Issei’s chest. Every cell in your body is tight with tension, if you lift your head up to meet the audience’s eyes, you’re sure you’ll crack like glass.

He steals you from relative comfort, shifting your weight in his arms as he ascends back onto stage. You’ve gone limp in his hold, pliant to his will. The unfamiliar presence at a dusty bar top has turned into more than a front row seat to depravity.

You’re thrown off balance as he sets you down, eyes adjusting to the white hot stage lights. You’re exposed to every set of eyes in the building, even if you can’t see him-- you know Satori is smiling from one sharp cheek to the other. Wherever Tooru is, he’s most likely sitting in the same satisfaction.

Aren’t you glad you came out tonight? I promise, you’re going to have a great time.

Issei rounds the back of your chair so his actions are hidden from your view. The brim of a leather cowboy hat breaches your field of vision, much too big for your head.

His hands come down onto your shoulders, snaking down your bare arms. His touch leaves a scorching fleet of chills. Issei runs his finger tips upwards, tracing against your collarbone before wrapping his grip lightly around your neck.

He can feel it, he has to, the racing pulse right under the surface of your skin.

The music transitions effortlessly, going almost unnoticed. The next song, still sharp with a cheesy country twang, is slower, deeper.

Issei’s thumb brushes against your cheek, your body wants to relax into the touch before it remembers how public the gesture is.

You hold in a shaky breath as he comes to stand in your eyeline again, you might as well be bound to your chair with rope. He looks larger than life-- in both stature and presence-- in front of you. His skin is glistening, refracting from the harsh lights with sweat and oil.

He is an unstoppable force against your will. Your desire to hide from the blinding attention is nothing compared to the desire to please. To please a stranger, to please the man you met only an hour ago.

To please Issei.

He flashes you another wink, taking a moment to rake his stair down your body. He memorizes the outline of your cute little dress, red is definitely your color.

Issei slides across the smooth surface of the stage to meet where you’re perched. The barreling, almost naked body now impossibly close to where your knees are pressed together.

He starts at your ankles, tracing the soft skin of your legs until his palms press flatly against your lower thigh. Issei savors the moment for a beat longer before prying your legs apart.

The crowd below you is loud and hollow in your ears, the shame bubbling up against your cheeks and nose is nothing compared to the pressure between your legs.

Issei’s hands wander up and under the hem of your skirt, scratching his nails on the vulnerable skin before they find his prize in the form of thin lace.

The “Wait” and “Stop” sitting on your lips shrivels up and dies as your panties are ripped off. You see the bright color, the last remnants of opposition twirling around his pointer and middle finger.

The crowd goes wild, watching as your body is made a fantasy that they can all live vicariously by. all you can do is watch as the fabric is stuffed into the side of his thong to accompany fistfuls of singles.

* * *

You’re still in shock by the final dance, still under a trance as Tendou pulls you towards the back. Stumbling behind him to catch up, you’re given no time to think about what you’re about to walk into.

A fog of smoke burns in your eyes. The room around you feels like it could curl in on itself, four walls marked sparsely with dusty furniture, the smell of weed and cash.

You fix your gaze onto a long, diagonal tear in the leather couch across the must and g-strings, the rip in upholstery is stuffed with wrinkled one dollar bills.

“I didn’t go too far did I?” Snapping back into reality, you hear Issei call to you. You’re vaguely comforted by a familiar voice before remembering the man attached had spat whiskey into your mouth and stolen your panties just 30 minutes prior. You heat up at the tips of your ears at the recollection of two things you had let him do, that you had wanted him to do.

Your eyes find Issei sitting on the couch on the opposite end of your freshly showered roommate, seemingly unbothered as Tendou flops down against the middle cushion and drapes both arms across the back.

“Don’t worry partner, our girl doesn’t startle easy.” Oikawa laughs, adjusting to sit across his boyfriend’s lap. Issei’s all leather outfit is replaced with a pair of grey sweats. He looks relaxed, effortlessly handsome.

What was it like, you wonder, before you knew how it felt to look at him? Life past the single night feels grey around the edges.

When was the last time you felt this alive?

He takes a sip of a water bottle, wiping off his chin with the large rose tattooed on his hand. You can’t stop staring at them-- the ones that roamed your body in front of a club full of drunk bachelorettes, the ones that traced your skin like he already had the map.

And now you watch those same hands, so new but so inviting, as two fingers curl inward. They pull you as if tightening a rope around your waist. You wade past tall sweaty men and freshly caught audience members as they tangle across dusty furniture.

You scoot by your best friends from where they sit next to Issei, ignoring the slap to your ass and the following laugh from Oikawa in between loud, sloshing kisses.

“Well, little one,” He pats his thigh, inviting you to the spot on his lap rather than the empty seat next to him, “you’re not gonna run away are ya?”

Every nerve in your body is twitching, you’re not sure if you could run if you wanted to.

You don’t.

Issei takes in your small nod of confirmation, pulling you into his hold. The position is awkward at first, perching on his knee as you try to keep your balance. He laughs, his arm snaking around your back so you relax into him. You fidget with your fingers as they lie against your lap, watching the bustling around you. A cloud of smoke settles in the air, you wonder if it’s a permanent haze of tobacco and pot-- the scent is probably painted into the walls.

“Is this what you expected?” Issei’s voice is low and close to your ear, you can feel the smile curled into his question. Your eyes are fixed forward, watching as Tendou pours a small white line into Oikawa’s collarbone and dives in nose first.

“Honestly,” you adjust, kicking your legs up over his other knee, “I’m pretty used to this kind of stuff.”

Even if your usual scene doesn't include a drug filled almost-orgy, you can’t say you’re fazed much. Not with the company you keep.

Even with the circus revolving around you, Issei is the only thing you can see. Everything else falls away but the smell of his body wash and the soft material of his sweats where they meet your naked legs.

His hand rests against your thigh, fingers just above then short hem of your party dress. The metal rings on each digit are cool against your burning skin. You’re sure Issei can feel the heat rising in your stomach as it spreads through your blood.

You feel him lean back, fishing something out of his pocket to set in your hands. You feel every hair stand on edge as the thin cotton drops into your grip, heavy as an anchor.

“You know what I think, darlin’?” Your breath hitches, the room around you squeezing tight against your shoulders, “I think you’re a natural on stage. I bet you would have let me do anything up there.”

A hand wanders down the path of your spine, rough fingerprints stroke past each vertebrae. You arch at the feeling, his skin is like a narcotic. The liquor still swimming in your mind is no match to this, to the heady smell of sex and sweat as it cuts through your senses.

Issei’s right, you’ll let him do anything to you. You’ll beg for it like you’re trying to pass the gates of heaven.

Your body moves of its own volition, legs swinging to straddle his waist. The material of your dress bunches over the curve of your ass, completely exposed to the room around you before being eclipsed by steady palms.

You would be, should be, embarrassed by the display of public depravity. No one around seems to notice, half naked is still more modest than most everyone else. Tendou and Oikawa have dissolved into a pile of spit and clashing teeth next to you, saving you from any snide quips. There’s nothing but Issei, face an inch away from you and lips tempting you to lean forward.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you I don’t usually do this?”

Glassy eyes flick dumbly at the man below you. He sees the wobble of your lip, the glaze in your stare as you memorize every feature on his face. Any reassurance sitting on his tongue dies when you crash your lips against his, hips rolling down into him and knocking him off guard.

Your kiss is searing and drips with finality. You’ve decided what bed you’ll wake up in the morning with your tongue tracing against his molars.

“No, not really.” Foreheads pressed together, it’s your turn to laugh. If you’re honest, you probably made this decision while still sitting at the bar.

You dip back in, emboldened with the bruising fingers digging against the fat of your hips. The feeling of your cunt pressed against his crotch could bring a man to his knees.

He’s not opposed, he’s just gotta get you home first.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

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dented-nado · 5 years ago

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Well I mean, since you asked for requests - “If you want me, come and get me.” Maybe with the trinity? I can picture Bruce saying it as Diana and Clark try and force him to go to bed like a normal person 😂 or you know, whatever strikes your fancy!

[[HELL YES. Bruce is slightly ooc because he’s incredibly sleep deprived and I saw it as an opportunity for him to act a little loopy lol. That’s how I am at least when I’m very sleep deprived, so pulling from personal experience here. Enjoy!!]]

“It’s only been one night. Give me a break.”

“Bruce, Honey, I know its hard to tell in Gotham, especially in the winter, but it’s been several nights you haven’t been getting any sleep.” Diana pulled the chair Bruce was sitting in away from the bat-computer against Batman’s wishes.

Bruce was sure she and Clark were exaggerating, it couldn’t have been that long. Besides, he wasn’t even tired, not even a little bit.

“I’m fine, you two can stop clucking over me like hens, thanks.”

“I’ll cluck all I want when it comes to your sleeping schedule mister.” Clark declared firmly.

“Especially not after you convinced me that some humans can be ‘totally fine’ not sleeping for several days and making me feel like I wasn’t quite so weird for a split second before that all came crashing down.” Clark crossed his arms, pouting just a little bit. He didn’t seem actually that annoyed but…

Admittedly, he still felt a little bit bad about that.

“I know… I lied when I said some humans. I meant me, specifically, because I’m fine, I’m great, I’m good, I’m bursting with youthful vigor now both of you let me work. There’s crime afoot.” He declared, trying to pull his chair back forward, only to frown as he realized Diana still had an iron grip on it, so instead he stood up and walked back to the computer instead.

“Bruce, your being ridiculous… and you said "There’s crime afoot” out loud. You’re tired.“ Diana said exasperated with a hand on her head.

"Also, no offense sweet bean… but you look like you’ve been through hell, you have probably the most intense looking bags under your eyes I’ve ever seen.” Clark said, trying to be gentle but serious.

“I look fucking awesome.” Bruce protested in annoyance, not even sure what he was really doing on the computer outside of looking busy. “You’ve heard Harv, I’m a fucking pretty boy. And I feel fan-god-damn-tastic.”

Clark and Diana gave each other a look that said “Yep, he’s lost it.” That Bruce didn’t much appreciate.

He forgot what he was even doing, his new ultimate goal was to not go to sleep no matter what because he was f i n e dammit.

“Bruce, please come to bed. Besides, you know, we’ll be right there with you, we miss you.” Clark pleaded, giving Bruce very tempting puppy dog eyes.

“We can spend a little time tiring you out if you want Bat.” Diana said, soothingly rubbing his shoulder.

Tempting. But he was the god damn batman, so… “No, no bribing me doing the horizontal tango, I have a job to do.”

“The horizontal…” Diana began.

“T a n g o. Bruce, pl ea se , you need to sleep.” Clark finished.

“Why can’t I use creative words without you two thinking it means I’m tired, hmm? Clark’s called me a bean before, I am but a bean, let me live my bean life.” He momentarily felt a little dizzy and a little like he was loosing track of time and space, but regardless he made his way to the bat-mobile to go… somewhere…. who knows.

“Oh-ho-ho no, absolutely not, you are not driving like this.” Clark said immediately super-speeding in front of Bruce acting as a big warm teddy bear-like wall between Bruce and his car.

“I can do what I want. I’m rich, I’m bi, I’m batman, and I fight crime. Now ”scoot your boot.“ as they say where you come from.” Bruce said, trying to move around Clark who was so freaking fast for some reason.

“I have never said scoot your boot.” Clark said with raised eyebrows.

“Really?” Bruce asked somewhat deliriously. “Seems like a cowboy thing…” He mumbled while moving the cowl up slightly so he could rub at his eye.

“…Would you come to bed if I dressed like a cowboy?”

Tempting. But not even saving a horse and riding a cowboy could get him to give up on his current stubborn crusade that he couldn’t even remember why he had to be on so bad… why had he been up in the first place??

“…No, so yeehaw your ass out of my w a y .”

“No way, and your yee-haw-ing your a… s…… booty up to bed now, you’re completely delirious.”

“Fine… maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, or why right now, but I’m the world’s greatest detective, I’ll figure it out.” Bruce grumbled in annoyance.

He started walking back to his computer since he apparently couldn’t go to his car, but when he tried to sit back down he nearly yelped as it seemed Diana had thought ahead, so he had sat down right into her lap and now her very strong muscular arms were now wrapped around his waist.

“Gotcha.”

“Fu c k.” Bruce mumbled.

This was quite the predicament Batman had gotten himself into! Would he be able to figure out how to escape the strong arms of the Wonder Woman? Tune in next time, same bat-time, same bat-channel!

… Bruce squirmed for a moment grumbling before bowing his head.

“Fine… you’ve won, let’s go to bed…” Bruce conceded.

“That’s more like it” Diana said with a sigh as she gingerly let go.

That was when Bruce took his chance to escape with a triumphant and slightly evil laugh as he took off into the depths of the bat-cave.

“BruCE!” Diana chided.

Bruce just continued cackling, dropping a smoke bomb as he completely forgot that would do nothing against Clark’s super vision as he decided to head for the bat-plane. Good thing he had several bat-themed vehicles.

“Bruce get back here!” He heard Clark call sternly.

“You’re going to get yourself hurt!” Diana yelled.

“If you want me, come and get me!” Bruce taunted with an incredibly delirious smile, not realizing he was about to run into a wall.

He would have, if Clark had not been in front of him again in an instant, causing Bruce to collide with Clark’s chest rather than a rock hard wall. Clark scooped Bruce up into his arms despite the Bat’s protesting and flew him back over to where Diana had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot.

She softly flicked the tip of Bruce’s nose to get his attention and to stop flailing. “Now are you going to be a good bat and change out of the suit yourself, or are we going to have to rip you out of it kicking and screaming?”

Bruce frowned, before getting another idea and perking up slightly. “…There are other ways of getting me out of it~” He said putting on his flirtiest Brucie voice.

“Nice try B, but you blew your chance at the 'horizontal tango’ when you decided to bolt like that.” Clark said looking down at Bruce now with his own smirk on his face.

“Aw, nuts…” Bruce grumbled in surrender, going limp as Clark set him down, pulling off the cowl as he knew he was defeated.

“Your not getting any nuts B, keep up.” Clark said absolutely delighted.

Diana rolled her eyes. “You pick now to make a joke like that Kansas?”

Clark grinned. “Judging by how sleepy he is he won’t even remember that I made my first ever joke like that in front of him.”

“How devilish of you.” Diana commented with an amused smile.

Bruce grumbled as he stripped off the rest of the batsuit. “I wanted nuts though.” He mumbled. “nuts sound good. I like nuts… especially cashews.”

“Your right, he’s definitely not going to remember.” Diana commented, taking Bruce’s hand once he was down to the black undershirt and thin pants he wore under the suit.

Clark put his hand on Bruce’s back as the moved out of the cave. “Come on sleepy-head, off to an adventure called 'bed-time’.”

“But I wanted to fightttt…” Bruce slurred slightly.

“You can fight exaustion by sleeping.” Diana suggested.

“I’ll kick exaust-ian’s a s s.”

“That’s the spirit.” Clark laughed as he gingerly lifted the incredibly tired bat onto his bed before going to get ready for bed himself along with Diana.

“What are we going to do with that man?” Diana whispered, unable to help a small smile, after they had changed into their sleep clothes and came back to find Bruce completely zonked out , snoring slightly with his mouth hanging open.

“We’ll force him to have a normal sleep schedule yet.” Clark whispered, getting into bed and pulling Bruce close in order to spoon him.

Diana joined in on the other side, snuggling Bruce’s head against her chest and putting her arm around both him and Clark as she got settled.

“Our new mission?” Diana suggested.

“Our new mission, will kick ’'exaust-ian’s” butt.“ Clark whispered with a grin.

Diana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"You’ll make a joke about Bruce wanting 'nuts’ but you’ll never say the word "ass”, will you?“ She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope.”

They shared a quiet chuckle before settling in to fall asleep themselves, their very tired, but at least now very asleep bat cuddled between them.

#causeimamerican #superwonderbat #superbat #superwonder #wonderbat #prompt fill #my writing #<3

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thedreamydream-blog · 6 years ago

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~kpopaudioedit audio masterlist 🎧

LAST UPDATED - September 4, 2019

ASMR EDITS~

Studying in the Library with Namjoon

PLAYLISTS~

kpop playlist for a rainy day

stargazing at midnight - kpop playlist for studying, sleeping, etc + 3d sounds

relaxing bts songs playing on the beach at night [ 1 Hour Playlist ] + 3d ocean audio

BTS CHRISTMAS PLAYLIST | + sound of sitting by the fireplace while its snowing outside | 3d audio

kpop playlist | kpop songs you've probably never heard but need to right now

AOA~

Bingle Bangle but you’re at the beach

ATEEZ~

illusion but you’re daydreaming (layered 3x edit)

light but you’re on a rooftop in New York city

light but you’re on your hotel balcony while ateez performs on the beach

promise but your neighbor is playing it loudly in their backyard while you’re trying to study

hala hala but you're sitting on your rooftop and its playing at a party below

BLACKPINK~

As if it’s your last//Empty Arena Edit

As if it’s your last//3D EDIT

Love yourself//Split Audio with Justin Bieber

Whistle//Empty Arena Edit

Stay//Campfire + 3D

Jennie and Lisa Whistle Rap//English vs Korean Split Audio

Jennie and Lisa Boombayah Rap//English vs Korean Split Audio

As if it’s your last//Bass Boosted + 3D Edit

Forever Young but you’re at a bonfire

DDU-DU DDU-DU//Empty Arena + 3D

DDU-DU DDU-DU//Bass Boosted

Kiss and Makeup but you’re sitting on the sidewalk outside a party

kick it but it’s playing from a party next door

hope not but you’re watching the ocean waves in the morning while the sun rises

eyes closed (cover) but rosé is busking outside of a crowded café

BTOB~

Only One For Me//Layered

Friend but you’re at a beach-side cafe

BTS~

relaxing bts songs playing on the beach at night (playlist + 3d audio)

Butterfly (acoustic version)//Next Door + Rain Edit

House of Cards//Next Door Edit

Not Today//Empty Arena Edit

We don’t talk anymore cover//Split Audio with Jungkook & Jimin

So far away//3D + Empty Arena Edit

Come Back Home (Seo Taiji remake)//Empty Arena Edit

Come Back Home (Seo Taiji remake)//3D Edit

4 O'CLOCK//Empty Arena Edit

Cypher pt4 and Fire//Outside Arena Edit

Young Forever Unplugged Version//Campfire + 3D Edit

Am I Wrong//Layered

Blood, Sweat and Tears//Piano Edit (short version)

Lie//Next Door Edit

Jimin Through The Years

RM Through The Years

Dope//Next Door Edit + Rain

Blood Sweat & Tears//Bass Boosted

Spring Day//Layered

Save Me//Next Door Edit

I Need You Acoustic Version//Empty Arena Edit

Not Today//Bass Boosted

Stigma//Underwater Edit

Come Back Home (Seo Taiji remake)//Layered Edit

Lost//Next Door Edit + Rain and Thunder

DNA//Layered 3x

Jungkook - 2U//Empty Arena + Rain

Go Go//Layered

Mic Drop//Bass Boosted

DNA//Next Door Edit

Serendipity//Next Door Edit

I NEED U//Next Door Edit

Dope//Layered

Silver Spoon (Baepsae)//Bass Boosted + 3D

DNA//AMAs Fan Chants

Mic Drop (Feat. Desiigner) (Steve Aoki Remix)//Bass Boosted

Jungkook - Oh Holy Night//Empty Arena + 3D

JHope - Daydream//Bass Boosted

What “Don’t Leave Me” would sound like in the bathroom of a gathering

Singularity//Empty Arena + 3D

Sharing headphones with Jungkook

Airplane PT. 2//Next Door Edit

What “the truth untold” would sound like over a voicemail

Fake Love//Bass Boosted

What Paradise would sound like in paradise

Fake Love (Extended//Rock Version)//Layered

Fake Love//Layered 3x

So What but you’re playing it on a city rooftop

21st Century Girls but you’re walking a dog

Hug Me but its a missed call

Serendipity but you’re sitting by your hotel window and jimin is singing outside on the balcony above you

Pied Piper but you’re swimming at night and your neighbors are having a party

Magic Shop but rehearsed next door

Love Maze but your neighbors are playing it

The Truth Untold but its playing outside a window

Just One Day but you’re at soundcheck

Euphoria but you’re at a arcade

Outro: Tear but you’re at open mic night

How DDaeng would sound at a rap battle

Airplane pt.2 but you’re listening to it in a airplane

DDaeng//Bass Boosted

how path would sound when its raining

Autumn Outside the Post Office//Empty Arena + 3D

Dead leaves but you’re walking through a autumn forest

Promise but Jimin is singing out his window on a rainy night

BTS Jungkook & IU “ending scene” but in a empty arena

wishing on a star but you’re by the fireplace

Seoul but you’re waiting for the train in a Seoul train station on a rainy night

Waste it on me but you’re in a empty coffee shop on a rainy night

Forever rain but you’re driving at night and it won’t stop raining

Seesaw x I Need You Remix but you’re at a pool party

Serendipity (full length edition) but there is a rain storm outside and jimin is your noisy neighbor

outro: her but you’re waiting outside for a taxi and its playing from a nearby shop

Trivia just dance but you’re at a rooftop party

Moonchild but its playing around you in space

Love is not over but its raining outside

Epiphany but there’s a power outage and you’re playing it on a radio

Blue side but you’re waiting in a elevator

134340 (Pluto) but you’re stuck in traffic

Nothing like us (cover) but Jungkook is busking in a busy train station

Trivia Love but its a vinyl

Answer: Love Myself but you’re backstage and bts is practicing before they go on stage

The Truth Untold (Steve Aoki remix) + 3D & Bass Boosted

Dimple but you’re in a art museum

Airplane pt 2 but you’re waiting on your delayed flight in the airport

Crystal Snow but you’re in your car waiting for the rain to stop

I’m Fine but you’re outside the arena because tickets sold out

Love is not over but it is your last dance with the love of your life

Magic Shop but you’re cinderella running through a enchanted forest after midnight

spine breaker but your roommate is havinga party while you're trying to sleep

Tokyo but you’re at a abandoned arena and namjoon is singing to you from the stage

only then but Jungkook is singing to you outside your window

winter bear but you’re in a seoul garden taking pictures with taehyung

heartbeat but it’s raining

seoul town road but you’re a cowboy about to raid area 51 on your horse

look at me (cover) but Jungkook is singing over the phone to distract you from the storm outside

lights but you’re watching fireworks from a rooftop under the night sky

pied piper but you’re working with a typewriter in a old office while it plays on the radio

mikrokosmos but you’re walking through a park

tonight but you’re by the pool on a summer night

magic shop but you got tickets to an acoustic soundcheck

everythingoes but you’re a barista making coffee in a empty coffee shop

purpose (cover) but you got into the arena while Jungkook is rehearsing before the show

home but you’re at a party on a boat and you’re sitting by the water

mikrokosmos but you’re in a spaceship

Dionysus but BTS is a band in your neighborhood practicing in a garage

boy with luv but you’re in a empty arena

persona but you're blasting it in your car as you drive home

ddaeng but you're at a boxing match

singularity but v is performing at a open mic night in a underground restaurant

spring day but you're sitting outside on your porch and its raining

P.O.P (Piece of Peace) but its playing from a small radio while you cloud gaze on a windy day

134340 (pluto)" but it’s a vinyl

epiphany but you're in outer space

scenery but you're listening to it on a train ride back home on a rainy night

run but you're underwater

song request but you're driving home at night and a radio station plays your song request

i need you but you're underwater

promise" but jimin is singing by a campfire

heartbeat but your parents are arguing on a rainy night and you're just trying to be okay

Jungkook - "decalcomania" but he's playing you a new song he's working on during a rainy drive home

the truth untold but your old love is trying to convince you to stay (mini au + fake subs)

CHUNG HA~

gotta go but you’re wearing headphones while you’re at chung ha’s dance practice

CLC~

no but you're at a party on the beach

DAY6~

WARNING! but DAY6 is the neighborhood band and they are practicing in their garage

What can I do but day6 are your loud hotel neighbors

DEAN~

dayfly but it’s playing from an old radio

DREAMCATCHER~

What but you’re in a empty arena

EXO~

Ko Ko Bop//Empty Arena Edit

Ko Ko Bop//3D Edit

F(X)~

Red Light//Empty Arena Edit

GFRIEND~

Time for the Moon Night//Empty Arena + 3D, Rain & Thunder

(G) I-DLE~

LATATA//Empty Arena

GIRLS’ GENERATION~

All Night//Empty Arena Edit + 3D

sailing 0805 but you’re in a empty arena (+ bass boosted)

GOT7~

If You Do//Next Door Edit + Rain & Thunder

Let Me//Next Door Edit

You Are//Next Door + Rain

You Are//Empty Arena

You Are//3D

Miracle but you’re dancing in a ballroom

Miracle but you’re ice skating and its snowing outside

Thank you but you’re sitting in the car and it starts raining

Lullaby but its being played somewhere nearby

love loop but you’re writing letters

eclipse but you’re laying in the grass looking at the moon at night

two but there is a crowded party next door

HEIZE~

Shut up & Groove but you’re upstairs and there is a party downstairs

IKON~

Goodbye Road but you’re walking down the road in the morning

IZ*ONE~

la vie en rose but you’re walking down a busy street

la vie en rose but you’re laying in a garden

ITZY~

icy but you’re front row at itzy’s comeback stage

dalla dalla but you’re backstage while itzy performs their comeback stage

IU~

through the night but you’re hiding from a storm under a tent

KARD~

Hola Hola//Bass Boosted

Don’t Recall//Bass Boosted

Rumor//Bass Boosted

LOCO~

it takes time but you're sitting on the beach at night

LOONA~

eclipse but you’re on the moon

around you but you’re at a picnic in the park

fairytale but its raining outside

MAMAMOO~

starry night but its playing from an old radio

MOMOLAND~

BBoom BBoom//Layered

BAAM//Bass Boosted

I’m so hot but you’re backstage while momoland is performing

MONSTA X~

Shine Forever//Empty Arena Edits

Jealousy//Next Door Edit

fallin but you’re at a rap battle

Livin it up but its raining and its playing over the radio

Destroyer but you’re walking and it starts raining

underwater but you’re underwater

no reason but your roommate is playing it loudly in their room next door

alligator but you're stuck in traffic and the car next to you is playing it loudly

NCT 127~

Cherry Bomb//Layered Edit

Regular but someone is blasting it in their car outside your window

Simon says but their practice room is the room next door

long flight but you’re in a airport

timeless but you're riding in a airplane on a rainy night

100 but you're playing it from a rooftop at night

NCT DREAM~

Boom but you’re listening to it while working at a bakery and business is slow

don’t need your love but you’re in a crowded lounge dancing the night away

NCT U~

Boss//Empty Arena

Boss but you’re on a airplane and the person next to you is listening to it loudly with their headphones

PENTAGON~

violet but you’re sitting by your window and its raining outside

violet but its raining and playing from next door

you are but you’re walking through heavy rain

PRISTIN~

We Like//Empty Arena

Wee Woo//Layered

RED VELVET~

Red Flavor//Empty Arena Edit

Peek-A-Boo//3D

Power Up Empty Arena + 3D

Bad Boy (english version)//Bass Boosted

SF9~

scold but you’re alone in your room and it’s raining outside

SEVENTEEN~

Trauma//Bass Boosted

Change Up//Empty Arena

Holiday but you’re outside a party

Habit but its a rainy day

good to me but you’re driving in the rain

smile flower but you’re in a drive-in movie

dream glow but you’re driving in the rain

good to me but you're blasting it as you're driving with the windows down

home" but you're walking home and a nearby shop is blasting it as you pass by

SOMI~

outta my head but you’re playing in the rain

STRAY KIDS~

voices but its playing in a spaceship as you travel to space

You are but you’re underwater

I am You but you’re underwater

Mixtape #3 but its a vinyl

insomnia but you’re listening to it in your room at 2am because you can’t sleep

side effects but you’re underground

glow but it’s a rainy day

miroh but you're listening to it in your room through a radio while it rains outside

SUNMI~

Siren but you’re at a car race

THE ROSE~

Sorry but its raining and your neighbors are playing it

Insomnia but you're in your car while it’s raining

i.l.y but you’re crying on prom night after seeing your crush slow dance with someone else

TWICE~

Likey//Empty Arena + 3D

Heart Shaker//Layered

What Is Love//Empty Arena + 3D

Pink Lemonade but you’re in the bathroom during a rehearsal

fancy but you’re at a royal tea party

TXT~

crown but you're laying in a field on a sunny day

WANNA ONE~

Light//Layered

#accidentally made this on this blog ahahxnmnx #so i'll just keep it here for now hahaha #bts #nct 127 #twice #blackpink #kpopaudioedit audio #stray kids #seventeen #pentagon #the rose #wanna one #sunmi #ikon #kard #heize #momoland #got7 #monsta x

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alia-turin · 7 years ago

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Yes, I’m here and the new chapter as well! It’s actually the last chapter, BUT there will be an epilogue tying some loose ends (mainly around Luna and Nyx, couple of deaths and a chopped arm).

Tagging: @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @kairakara101 @littlestfangirl @parjiljehavey

Cor felt more than unlucky when his instinct lied about the horse thieves, but now…that was something completely different. He was more than happy to overlook two horse thieves for the sight that was in front of his eyes. The famous general Glauca was sitting the cell, wrists handcuffed. The man looked beaten and at the same time dangerous. Cor realized he admired him. He had been hunting for him for years now and just pure luck brought him at his door. Pure luck and two guys that Glauca tried to recruit.

“I want a deal.” Glauca said calmly.

“A deal?” Cor was going to have none of that. The man was responsible for the deaths of his best friends and multiple others, not to mention the robberies. Deal was not on the table.

“If you hang me, Marshal, you are just stopping the tool. There will be another tool soon.” The man seemed like he was about to say something else but at that moment Noct walked in the marshal’s office. Cor gave annoyed look at Gladio who followed the sheriff, he had told his deputy to keep Noct away, but apparently that wasn’t possible.

“Ardyn hired you, didn’t he?” Noctis asked as he rushed toward Glauca. Cor had to put himself between the sheriff and his prisoner, he didn’t want anything to go wrong. He didn’t need some smart ass lawyer to walk in now and start explaining how the prisoner was mistreated. He also wanted to shoot Noctis for putting Ardyn’s name out in the open. They all knew where the orders might have been coming from, but Glauca didn’t need to know which answer was going to provoke an emotional reaction.

“I want a deal. I am not saying a word until I get a deal.” The man repeated calmly. Surprisingly he was perhaps the calmest person in the room, and Cor felt greatly outmaneuvered.

“What deal do you want?” Noctis asked annoyed.

“A reduced sentence. Let’s say…ten years. Prison of my choice. No hanging.” Glauca smiled and Cor wanted to punch through that smile. “I’d rather avoid prison at all, but I know you won’t buy it boys.”

“Deal.” Noctis said before Cor could even react. The Marshal couldn’t believe his ears, no, that wasn’t deal, it wasn’t worth it. Glauca wouldn’t just offer ten years in prison, man like him didn’t want prison. What was Noctis thinking…

“Need it in writing, sheriff.” Glauca laughed.

Noctis grabbed a piece of paper and ink and started scrabbling. Cor wanted to stop him, he placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder but that was just ignored.

“There signed by me.” Noctis pushed the paper in front of Glauca.

“Good enough.” The man stretched lazily his legs knowing that everyone in the room wanted to hear his story. With his chained hands he reached for the paper and pulled it towards his chest as if that was the last straw in a very deep lake where he was sinking. “I guess you want to know who killed your father?” he looked an Noct. “And yours.” He pointed at Gladio. “I did. Easy kill really. Your fathers had one major problem in life…they were too noble. The details are not important, but the reason why is. I killed them both under the order of Ardyn. He wanted to become mayor and put someone he trusted as sheriff. He wanted the town for himself. I got rid of the obstacle.”

Cor had suspected that Ardyn might have had something to do with Regis’ death but hiring thugs to rob a bank and then kill the mayor and the sheriff seemed too surreal. Then Ardyn had went through great lengths to ensure he would win the elections, it was pure luck Noctis won the sheriff’s spot. Pure luck and lots of pity from the townsfolk.

“I will kill that bastard.” Noctis rushed out with the same anger he had rushed in and all Cor could do was sight. The boy could learn some discipline and patience.

Luche could see a rider in the distance. That had to be Ardyn. Nobody else had any business down this road. With any luck he had all the money and that was going to be easy job.

“We can just shoot him.” Tredd offered as he spat some tobacco on the ground.

“No, I need some answers.” Luche pulled his bandana over his face. He wasn’t worried Ardyn will see his face, the man knew him, he just didn’t want to breath the dust.

The man was riding heard, just what they needed. As soon as the horse approached the right spot they pulled the rope bringing the rider down the ground. Tredd managed to stop the animal while Luche walked towards the fallen rider.

“Nice to see you mayor.” Luche said as he kicked the gun that Ardyn was attempting to reach. “I wouldn’t do that if I were.”

“You, stupid idiot…” Ardyn cough. “What do you think happens now.”

“We take the money, you answer some questions and if we are lucky, we all walk our separate ways.” Luche said as Tredd was already taking the money from the horse’s bags.

“I always thought you were smarter than that Luche. Titus is just muscle, you always seemed like you have some brain. I overestimated you it seems. What do you think will happen now?” the man lifted himself up a bit but Luche didn’t allow him to go further than sitting. “How do you think that ends, Luche? You take the money and then kill me? The Marshal might not be a fan of mine but he is honest man he will look for my killer. Plus two dead sheriffs is bad for business.”

“How about we make a deal.” Luche knelt in front of him and put his hand on his gun. “You tell me why you are buying the land around, why you wanted a stagecoach that had nothing in it and I might share a secret with you. A secret that might save your life.”

“How mysterious of you.” Ardyn laughed. “Okay, I will play your game. I guess you deserve that before Cor Leonis hangs you. A year from now all that here will be mine. Every single piece of property. It seems like nothing now, but trust me, it will be something. Why do you think I wanted you to rob a train and a bank? People love that! Wild cowboys, outlaws, that’s what makes a town famous. Insomnia will become the most famous town in the west, hotels, bars, even casinos, why not? And I will own all the land, I will sell it triple the price.”

“Wait what?” Tredd had already moved all the money and joined in the conversation. “You are doing all that…all the robberies so the town can become famous.”

“Sure.” Ardyn seemed offended that his idea wasn’t as obvious to everybody. “Ever heard of Dodge city? Everybody knows about it. See the train is moving, there won’t be need for you silly idiots to push cattle through the nothingness since the train will reach further. As cattle town, Insomnia will die and there is nothing around. Unless I create it, Insomnia will die.”

Luche had to agree that even if insane, the plan made sense. People in the east, the people with the real money were reading dim novels about outlaws and cowboys riding in the desert and shooting at each other. With any luck some bored writer will write about Insomnia and then everyone would come here.

“What about the stagecoach?” Luche eventually asked.

“It had land deeds. See these deeds belonged to the bank and I couldn’t have you rob the bank again. Bad for reputation of the city. I couldn’t also buy the deeds so I had to steal them. Titus brought me the deeds, I was really hoping that explosion would kill the marshal, the sheriff or the whole lot of them. Blinding a single deputy was rather unfortunate and silly outcome.” Ardyn reached for his hat, but Tredd kicked it away probably out of spite. “Such terrible manners. So, what do you have for me?”

“Nothing important. Just ad advice honestly. You might want to leave town. Now.” Luche jumped on his horse and patted the bag next to his leg making sure the money was there. “I might have tipped the Marshal on our merry little gang. He might be having conversation with Titus now. Or General Glauca, the Marshal went crazy when he heard the name. Anyway. About now I assume, Titus would have shared your involvement in the whole killing of the sheriff and marshal last year. If I were you, I’d leave town.”

Ardyn just looked at him probably wanted to accuse him of lying but Luche didn’t care. He could take that information or leave it. Of course he preferred if Ardyn just left town, but he also didn’t mind seeing him hang. He rode his horse slowly towards the ranch and Tredd followed.

“I have a question. Two actually.” The redhead said as he was folding a cigar. “Why leave him alive?”

“See as much as I would love to kill him, he was right. The Marshal will start looking r the killer. Ardyn might deserve to die, and the Marshal knows it most likely, but he is the honourable type.” Truth was Luche wanted to kill the man more than anything. His life would be much easier, but he was trying to start fresh, that was going to force him to run yet again.

“I guess that makes sense.” That was Tredd’s way to say it makes no sense but he couldn’t be bothered to understand where the sense was. “Second question, why are you so sure Titus won tell on us?”

“He is the soldierly type. He would betray Ardyn to save his ass, but betraying us, his comrades…that’s not right. He might also know I was the one who ruined his gig, but he would want to kill me personally. He wouldn’t leave me for the hangman.”

“You seem very relax for someone who is about to be killed by a maniac.” Tredd laughed.

“I’d rather take my chances with Titus than with the hangman.” Luche smiled, not entirely sure that was actually truth. He was hoping that Titus would at least be send to prison for a bit, giving Luche the chance to build a whole new life.

“So…I was thinking…if you are not going to do anything with the girl…” Tredd started.

“Don’t you think about.” Luche interrupted.

“We still have a bet…”

“Don’t you think about it.” He repeated. Of course, that was another thing he had to solve in the next four years…

#my writing

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