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[natabatts]

it’s so funny that shadow the hedgehog is one of my biggest hyperfixations but i’ve never posted art of him bc i cannot draw that mf to save my life

literally fuckin cursed. i hate drawing the sonic style and he looks weird in my own style rip

[cillivnz]

tidal [murphy macmanus]

PAIRING — MURPHY MACMANUS x F!READER

GENRE — SMUT, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF.

WORD COUNT — 2030

WARNINGS — established relationship, cursing, mentions of physical fights, deep cuts (cleaning = pain), bruises, blood, injured!murphy, reader cleans his scars, pet names, sexual innuendo, oral sex (m! receiving), smoking, p in v sex, cowgirl, creampie, slight breeding kink, breasts/nipple play.

A/N — wanted to write fluff, but my horny ass can’t sway from smut. so, enjoy.

NOTES; Leannán — lover

"Fuckin' cocksucker." You hear your boyfriend yell as he entered the apartment. Glancing over your shoulder to see he hasn't yet reached the living room, you proceed with making coffee for the two of you. "What's wrong, baby?" You call out. When no response followed, you decided to pause your coffee preparation and look for Murphy.

Your eyes widened when the sight of him revealed, silhouette first. Murphy was leaning agonisingly against the wall which his bloody hands stained red. The same crimson dripped out of a slick cut tainting his still flawless skin, knuckles reddish blue with incisions.

"God, darling! What happened?" You rushed over in a frenzy, almost falling to the floor, Murphy with you. He chuckled slightly at your reaction before groaning when it ached to laugh.

"He-he, you shoulda' seen the other guy." He said when you began stroking his cheek just below the cut, he winced softly at that. You let your exasperation be known at his pride.

His shirt was torn from places near and above his abdomen which turned out to be slashed as you took a closer look; even, superficially, drawing blood. Your brows furrowed together in pain. You had (through great difficulty) come to terms with his and Connor's way of living, but seeing Murphy in physical agony was something your heart could never grow accustomed to. You knew he was in the best of spirits knowing he let 'justice prevail' yet another time, but you knew he'd feel guilty letting you take care of him. Seeing the pleading look on your face, Murphy gave you a weak smile, the helplessness evident on his face.

"Oh, baby—" you slowly trailed off, kissing the unharmed portions of body. When your kisses trailed off to his abdomen, and finally down to his v-line, you understood where this would end up, and you weren't in the mood right now.

Boy, were you wrong.

"—let's get you cleaned up." You grabbed his hand and gained composure, a tear escaping your eye, unnoticed by Murphy. He let out a sigh before limping slightly, and following you to the bathroom.

You grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet, back facing him as you ordered, "Go sit on the slab, I'll be with you in a minute."

Though the sight of you right now was inviting; tight jeans hugging your curves perfectly, and one of his old t-shirts which was a little raised due to your stretching to reach the topmost shelf, which Murphy would've done for you, if he wasn't the patient; Murphy obediently sat on the slab.

When you turned around his eyes immediately landed on your tits. The shirt was so loose that your bare shoulders were visible, as was your tainted collarbone from Murphy's kissed and your tits. It seemed significantly low-cut, more than needed at the moment. You saw him shift in his pants from the corner of your eye; eyes rolling in disbelief.

He's horny. Broken, beaten up, and horny.

Taking antiseptic and pouring it on some cotton you began to address his wounds.

He seemed to be taking the pain pretty well; his high pain tolerance came to you as no surprise, considering how many brawls he's been in, but he did wince a little as you moved to the slashed flesh of his face. "This one's deep — I'm sorry for the sting, baby." It saddened you to see him in this state, but he did his best to show you he's alright, chucking softly, before coughing in pain.

"I hope I ain't broken somethin'." He groaned, beginning to shift to his side so he could look at you better. "I hope it's not a rib." You sigh softly.

"What was it this time?" You asked, not facing him while rummaging through the drawers to find gauze. "Hm?" He halfheartedly questioned. His eyes were on your body and your body was on his mind; thoughts of you were cut short when you, yourself asked him, "Why did you fight?"

"Rocco." He said less and you understood. You chuckled when he said, "He's a troublemaker, wee lad." You were about to leave the bathroom, looking for a substitute to the hidden gauze, when he grabbed you by the arm. "Come 'ere for a sec," he pulled you closer. You stood between his legs, arms on either side of him.

"You're not even gonna kiss your patient, doctor?" He massaged your curves. "Might be the only cure for me—" His eyes trailed to your lips, oh, how he'd want nothing more than those plump, soft, crimson lips to paint his skin! "You'd make a naughty patient, Murphy." You teased in a sultry tone, "Can't help it," he replied, "My doctor's the sexiest."

"Oh, yeah?" You teased, giggling, "Tell me more." He grinned.

"See, she's the prettiest lass ever. 'Never seen beauty like hers." You blushed, "She's got sexiest eyes that look into my soul when she's sucking my cock. She's got a cute little nose that scrunches up when she laughs at my jokes. And don't get me started on those lips of hers..." You inched closer, softly kissing his neck, and around the tender skin above the cut on his cheek.

"And if her kisses are the cure to my wounds, I'll let myself be slashed over and over." He breathed out, eyes closing in relief when you began sucking on his sweet spot. He placed your hand on the bulge in his pants. "Look what you do to me."

"I didn't do much..." Your voice trailed off as you kissed along his jaw. "You needn't. I could never get over you. Even when you're not around, I'm like this— at the sheer thought of you— it's paining me."

You were at a loss of words; never able to compete with him when it came to vocalising your love, but he never complained. You made up for it by staying. He'd expected you to walk out the first time he got into a fight — but you didn't. You stayed; kissing his crimson scars and watching them heal by your love.

"I'll have the water running for you." You pecked his lips, he nodded, smiling into the quick kiss.

He sat curled by the sink while you filled the bathtub for him. As it filled, you grabbed his hand, and gently stripped him off his rags. Once bare, he let you guide him to warm waters. He was hesitant in sinking in, shivering a little. It wasn't the water though, he trembled from pain and his state devastated you.

"Try to relax, honey." You cooed; he simply sighed in response. "Would you like me to help you?" You asked, an insinuating smirk plastered on your face.

He knew your looks of sexual innuendo like the back of his hand, for he elicited them.

"Please, have your way." He whispered. Even Murphy was surprised at the fact that his hard-on was now noticed by you, not when you removed him from his clothing. "Is this for me, baby?" You asked as you slowly stroked his cock. "All for you, my love. It's made for you." He groaned, head fall backwards as you applied more pressure and hastened your movements. You hummed, licking a long strip from the base to the slit at the tip. "God, you're killing me."

You hum in satisfaction— the sound sending shivers down his spine, causing him to twitch in your mouth. When he began fiddling in the bath— hands not knowing where and what to grab, you began stroking his length instead, free hand gently pressing him down so as to lay him. "Relax, Murphy. I want you to relax for me." Your tone was soothing, nonetheless sultry.

He then let the warm waters consume him. You were all he needed in this cruel world of injustice and dirty politics; to find something as sweet as you, the Lord really did consider him a Saint for blessing him like this.

"That's it darling, I'm gonna cum for you." He grabbed your hair and began hastening your movements. You sucked determinedly, eager to satisfy, and your efforts bore fruit when he hit the back of your throat and let his seed flow down.

"Oh, sweet angel..." He grabbed your face to kiss you. It was damn near impossible for you to not touch his face— his black eye, and slit cheek preventing you— nonetheless, the kiss was passionate and loving.

"Let's get you cleaned, my love." You helped him bathe.

After drying him, you gave him warm clothes to wear. The Boston winters were cruel, and the rain outside was merciless, too. He wore a cozy grey sweater, and sat in front of you, on the couch.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The first puff was passed to you, as became his habit; lighting it for himself, yet he'd always let you have it first— something you've always found endearing, though he doesn't realise how much these little make you fall harder in love with him, as if being more than head over heels as you are was possible.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" You asked him, when his gaze darkened. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now." His voice, barely audible.

"Murphy..." You look at him pleadingly. He knew, too, he couldn't even walk without your support and he wants to pound you. But his hard-on was back, and it throbbed for you.

And, that's how you ended up like this.

Riding him fervently, while his hands practically ached to touch you, still, placed on his sides. His grip on the sheets scrunched the bed-sheet; you were desperate to touch him, too, but your own hands were pinching and playing with your nipples.

You bounce on his cock; the lack of support making your movements sloppy, yet so hard and deep, your thighs ached every time you would lift yourself till only the tip remained inside and then pushed back down as your cunt squeezed him in like a vice.

"That's it, baby, cream on that cock." He looks up to you, your messy hair framing your face perfectly as sweat began to form in your cleavage. Your lips were swollen from kissing him, your breasts bounced with every thrust and your knuckles turned white, gripping the sheets instead of running your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.

He was in so, so deep— his tip kissing the top of your walls rhythmically every time you'd shove down on his cock. You were mesmerised even more so by his face. Those pale blue eyes looked at you, pleadingly; aching, for you to cum. He needed release, of modern worldliness and sexually, and you've become that release for him.

It only took a few more thrusts before he plunged inside you and began grinding your hips together. "Yes, fill me up!" You moaned like a pornstar, causing Murphy to continue thrusting into you, while his mouth ravenously devoured your tits. The overstimulation driving you into a frenzy; you shivered uncontrollably as he stilled, having his fill of you, and letting your excruciatingly hot walls drain his cock.

“I love you so much,” You moaned, as you began to pull yourself up, away from his cock, but it seemed like your cunt's vice-like grip had other plans. "I love you too, leannán— so much." He whispered, out of breath. His swollen lips wet at the sight of you— dripping in his load and your own cum. He pulled you in for a fervent kiss before he could get hard again and fuck you more than both of you could handle right now.

You laid him down whilst kissing, and he weakly pulled the blanket up for you. The minute you snug in, his strong arms wrapped around your waist; one hand tracing circles around your nipples, as if hardening them would put you to sleep, but the little erotic feeling satisfied you.

And your tidal love sweeping Murphy's shores of sins clean was all this Saint could've prayed for.

So you drift off to sleep, in each other's embrace.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Hi

I was wondering whether u were taking requests for The Other Half.

Can u pls write a fic where the shop girl and bruce have an unplanned pregnancy or something along the lines of it.

I luv u and ur fics sm

Hav a great day

I opted for a pregnancy scare rather tan a full-blown pregnancy; hope that's okay! also the form of this chapter is a little different.

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Warnings: Canon-typical violence; angst! ! Much angst.

You have a bad, bad headache.

“She awake yet?” 

Almost an entire week late. That was a lot of late, way more than you’ve ever been before. You’d taken a test and it turned up negative, but that doesn’t mean that it won’t be positive in a day or two.

A baby?

Are you even ready to have a child? Is Bruce? You’re hardly seen with one another in public these days.

“Not yet.” 

The possibility has caused complete and total distraction—to the point of…Well, what would you call this. A severe mishap? Failure? 

“We get anything back from Wayne?” 

“No.” 

A messy, messy morning. 

“Maybe he’s not really fucking her.” 

A spilled cup of coffee, a favorite blouse completely ruined. 

“They were in all the papers together.” 

“Yeah, but that was months ago. I told you we should’ve gone for Liz Wyatt. No one knows who the hell this bitch is.” 

You'd had a biting, short-tempered conversation with Bruce before you’d stormed over to the elevator and insisted that you’d get yourself to work and back.

“Maybe he’s not really rich.” 

“Please. The guy’s turds are worth more than what we make in a month. Bet they’re gold-flaked and shit…Anyway, it’s only been a few hours. Don't panic yet…Fuckin’ pussy.” 

A bad day at work, a really, really crappy takeout lunch, and a stupid, stupid move as you’d come out of the office building to head home. 

“Don’t call me that, shithead.” 

An unfamiliar car, the blur of a face before a cloth had been pressed over your nose and mouth and someone had yanked you close form behind. Panic, tight breaths, and then—

“Alright, wake ‘er up.” 

Darkness. Darkness and silence that slowly gave rise to—

“How do you want me to do that? Slap her?” 

Two nattering voices volleying arguments, questions, commands back and forth for the past half hour—

You gasp, sputtering as water is poured over you. You cough roughly as some of it catches in your dry throat, hinging forward as your throat and chest ache with the force. You draw in a deep breath as soon as you’re able, blinking rapidly and trying to get a better look at your surroundings. When you’d first come to, you’d realized how tightly your arms were zip tied behind yourself to the beam that you’d been propped against, and your ankles were zip tied in front of you. The floor beneath you is hard as hell, and you kind of have to pee. You've spent your time awake feigning unconsciousness in the hopes that they'd leave you alone.

Your gaze catches on two sets of steel-toed boots, and slowly travels up, up—You wince, squinting against the harsh overhead light illuminating the dank warehouse. You recoil at their faces, your whacking against the wide pole behind you. The two laugh cruelly, making embarrassment curdle in your stomach. One crouches down, roughly gripping your jaw and turning your face toward him. You can’t squirm away like you’d like, and you’re forced to smell his acrid breath. 

“Why don’t you get comfortable, honey,” He chuckles. “We’re waiting on your boyfriend.”

--  

“Will you be dining alone this evening?” 

Bruce glances over at Alfred, trying not to grimace at his pointed question. He shifts on the couch, sinking down in his seat a little under his guardian’s scrutiny. 

“She should be back soon.” 

“Have you heard from her?” 

Not one word, all day. Bruce had checked his phone almost obsessively throughout the day, looking for missed calls or texts, but there hadn’t been a thing from her. Bruce had considered reaching out first, but he was still sort of pissed. He’d spent the day trying to figure out what the hell he'd done wrong, what she’d gotten so damn worked up about. He couldn’t think of a single thing. 

“Perhaps you ought to call and let her know that we’re at the mansion,” Alfred hedges again. Bruce considers it for a moment, glancing at his blank phone screen. Maybe he could…No. 

“She needs her space,” He insists. “She’s mad at me.” 

Alfred hesitates for a moment before he turns away. It may be overstepping his bounds, but he fishes into his pocket for his phone. He sends two texts—one saying that he hopes that she’s had a good day, and another asking if she needs a ride home. He sends them, and waits…And waits…And frowns. Neither message delivers. He turns back to the couch just in time to see Bruce reaching for his phone, then going still and ultimately leaning back in his seat, sliding even further down like a moody teen. 

Perhaps Alfred ought to simply take a look for himself.

--  

He asks the first woman coming out of the Wayne Enterprises building—someone that Bruce recently had him run a background check on. 

“Pardon me, Ms...James? Rose James?” He smiles, as the young woman stops in her tracks. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could ask after a friend of ours.”

Rose’s brows raise as he offers the name. 

“Oh,” She laughs, “She left hours ago. In this huff, too, like a funk? Like not a smelly funk, like a mood kinda funk.” 

Alfred fights to keep his composure, his hands still clasped in front of himself. 

“Ah, of course,” He forces a laugh, “I must’ve confused my days. My apologies, Ms. James—and thank you for your time.” He turns away from her, fishing into his pocket for his phone and eyeing his messages. They still haven’t been delivered. 

Something does not feel right. 

--  

You close your eyes, letting your throbbing head rest back against the pole. You have to distract yourself from your aching arms, and the sharp tingling of your legs and feet falling asleep. You’ve got to think of something else. 

What would you even name a baby? 

Your stomach flips at the thought, and you wince a little. Of all things to think about right now…Then again, what else have you got to do? 

Does Bruce want kids? The two of you have never actually discussed kids…Or marriage, or officially moving in with one another. Maybe you would’ve had those conversations if the two of you hadn’t been photographed kissing in the lobby of Wayne Enterprises, or leaving the vacation house of your Valentine’s retreat. Maybe you’d have had the conversations if Bruce wasn’t…Bruce. 

“Anything?” You hear one of the thieves say to the other. 

“No.” 

“Hmph.” 

You draw in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as the same slim man leans in toward you. You get a better look at him this time—at his cold, grey eyes, pallid skin and yellowing teeth. 

“You better hope that Wayne answers soon,” He warns, drawing a knife out of his boot. You flinch as he raises it, lightly tapping the tip of it on the underside of your chin. “If he doesn’t, you’ll be leaving here in bits.” 

--  

“Did Rose say what time she left?” Bruce asks, practically bounding off of the elevator and over to the computers deeper in the cave. Alfred follows as quickly as he can, shaking his head. 

“She didn’t, and I neglected to ask.”

Bruce yanks his chair back, reaching down and hurriedly tapping into the security camera feed around Wayne Enterprises. His eyes scan the screen studiously as he winds the security footage back to when she typically leaves work. He stops it there, then skims through the footage a little faster. 

“Wait, there—” Alfred points, “Go back.” 

Bruce rewinds again slightly before he presses play on the footage. His heart leaps into his throat as he watches a man put something over her mouth, her body going limp as two men drag her into a van and take off. He hurriedly changes the camera angle and pauses the footage, zooming in on the license plate. 

Bruce glances over as he sees something move out of his periphery, and frowns when he spots someone leaving something on the front door step. 

“Alfred.” 

“Yes?” 

“Go grab that, would you?” 

--  

“You just dropped it off?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Just now, you just dropped it off? Oh, for fuckssake!” 

You peer warily over at where a third man has hurried in and joined the first two. 

“I got stuck in traffic!” 

“That’s some weak–ass excuse, Frank.” 

“Hey, don’t use names,” The new guy nods over his shoulder toward you, “In front of the girl.” 

“Oh, you worried about her knowing your name? Knowing your face?” 

“Well—” 

“Good point, Frank.” The shot rings out, and you can’t hold back your rough, dry-throated scream as the man raises a gun without hesitation and kills Frank, sending the man sprawling to the ground. He lowers the gun, turning to look at you and gesturing toward Frank’s body. 

“I known Frank twenty years. I do that to him, can you imagine what I’ll do to you?”

--  

“The van took a route through downtown before it crossed the bridge into the Narrows—What’s that?” Bruce asks, glancing back as Alfred approaches again with a small envelope

“It’s addressed to you, sir.” 

Bruce takes it hesitantly, frowning. He takes hold of it, looking over it before he flips it over and opens it. His blood runs cold as he draws out a photograph of her—unconscious, and tied up. His other hand crinkles the envelope, unable to help it as his rage builds. He turns the photo over, frowning when he sees the untidy, scratchy writing. 

“What’s it say?” 

“There’s a phone number.” Bruce tosses the envelope aside before he turns back to the console, punching the number in.

“You’re calling?” 

“It’s probably a burner.” He only has to wait a few moments before someone picks up, and watches as his system traces the signal. 

“Took you long enough, Wayne.” 

“I called the moment I got the envelope.” 

There’s a pause, a grumble on the other side, and his heart stutters as he hears a gunshot. 

“What the hell was that?” He snaps. 

“Don’t worry about it. Listen,” The man sighs. “Two million in cash. No cops.” 

“Where is she?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“I want to talk to her.” 

“You’ve got twenty four hours, Mr. Wayne. Call when you have the cash. I’ll send you an address.” 

Bruce opens his mouth to argue, but before he can, the man hangs up. Bruce clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to punch a hole through one of the screens. He tips his chin up, eyeing the spot on the map the phone signal came from. 

“Alfred.” 

“Sir?”

“Take one of the cars, one with heavily tinted windows. Drive into the city, take as much money as you can at an ATM, from tellers, wherever you can get it.” 

“What for?” 

“After that, I want you to come back, use the number on the back of that photo and call it. Get an address.” 

“And bring it to them?” 

“They might be watching the house. I want them to think I’m doing what they said. Don't worry,” Bruce turns away, striding toward the suit. "I'll get there before you do."

--  

Names. What would you even name a kid? You’d probably want to give them a normal name…Well normal as in a typical spelling, and not some over-voweled, extra-consonanted monstrosity, like Mickayleigh or Jostlelynn or Redgeena. 

What were his parents' names? You furrow your brow, trying to remember. You haven’t spoken to Bruce about his parents much, either. Fuck, the more you think about it, there’s so much that you haven’t talked about, that you don’t know...That you may never get to find out.

“He’s got the money.” 

You glance back toward the triumphant whoop of one of the men. 

“Wayne?” He asks.

“Nah, the old guy. He's heading to the drop-off point.” 

Alfred? Your brow furrowed as you tipped your head back against the pole. You had no idea why Alfred would be the one getting cash—

You suck in a shocked breath as the room is suddenly plunged into darkness. You hear the two men tripping over one another, followed by a scuffle and a curse. 

“You alright, man?” 

“Tripped over Frankie—Ugh, he’s cold—”

You wince as the lights suddenly flicker back on, and your heart leaps when you see Batman standing over the fallen robber. The man looks up, and before he can fully get out his yell of, “Oh, shi—”, you see Bruce lifting his foot. You wince, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut as you hear the man yowl in pain. 

It’s like being in the middle of a horror movie. You can hear what’s happening, and you desperately want to look to assuage your own morbid curiosity, but you’re worried that what you’ll see will be so much worse than you’re imagining. You hear gunshots, grunts, yelps, the cracking of bone, and then—

Nothing. You hear nothing. 

It’s another few moments before you hear the thudding of boots approaching. You dare to peek a single eye open just in time to see the edge of his cape as he rounds the pole. You hear a snick, chased by the feeling of your arms being untied. You groan as they fall limply to your sides, feeling about as heavy as a ton of bricks. He rounds you, crouching down in front of you and untying your ankles as well. It takes you a few moments to reach out, your arms weary and weak from their stretching, and the lack of blood flow. Bruce takes your hands in his gloved ones, easing you off of your feet and shushing you softly when you whimper and stumble into his chest. 

"Are you hurt?"

"No—"

"—They didn't hurt you—?"

"No!" You swear, forcing your pained arms up to wrap around him. He turns his head, lips brushing against your temple.

“It’s alright,” He murmurs. “I’ve got you.” 

--  

"You didn't recognize either of them?"

"No."

“So what you've told me, that’s all you remember?” Commissioner Gordon asks. “No names?” 

You shake your head a little, eyeing the floor. “Apart from the one guy…Frankie? They were pretty careful about not saying who they were when I was awake.” 

“Frankie was, uh…” He checks his notes, “The one that was shot twice, laying on the floor?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Did Batman shoot Frankie?”

“What?” You frown. “No. One of the other guys did that. The, uh…The thin-ish one, with really bad teeth.” 

“And the other one?” 

“He didn’t say much to me.” 

“So…Batman came in and got you out.” 

“Yes.” 

“And dropped you off here at the precinct.” 

“Yes.” 

Commissioner Gordon’s brows jump before they lower again, and he jots something else down. 

“How much longer is this going to take?” Bruce grumbles.

Gordon’s gaze flickers over to where Bruce is still pacing behind you. 

“We’re nearly through here, Mr. Wayne.” 

You hear Bruce huff, followed by the thud of him slouching against the door. It’s a moment before Gordon is shifting in his seat, redirecting his attention. 

“Remind me where you were, Mr. Wayne?” 

“At my mansion.” 

He reports it flatly, and even in your weariness, you have to bite back a smile. 

“We have footage of your butler driving around and taking out money.” 

“I don’t keep that much cash on hand.” 

“And you were just going to pull as much money out as you possibly could?” 

“Whatever it took to get her back.” 

You lean back in your seat as some of the fear, panic, and anxiety well up again. You can feel tears prickling in your eyes, your chest tightening. Commission Gordon sighs, nodding. 

“I think that’s enough for today. I may have a few follow-up questions in the next few days.” 

“Of course,” Bruce answers for both of you, and you’re grateful for it. He comes closer, taking hold of your hand and helping you up. You still feel a little woozy, and you lean heavily against him. 

“I’m sorry to tell you, but there’s a lot of press outside. We, uh…” Gordon rounds the desk, opening the door to his office for you. “We set up barricades to get you from the door to your car without too much hassle.”  

“There isn’t a back exit?” 

“I’m afraid they’ve got the building surrounded, Mr. Wayne.” 

Bruce pushes a heavy sigh through his nose before he mutters quietly in concession. You don’t meet anyone’s eye as he leads you through the bullpen to the elevator, or as Commissioner Gordon gets on with you. 

“Are you driving?” You murmur. Bruce shakes his head, lips brushing your forehead. 

“Alfred is.” 

Alfred. It’ll be nice to see another friendly face. Bruce leads you off of the elevator, fishing into his pocket and drawing out a pair of sunglasses. 

“Put these on,” He orders, “And keep your head down. I’ll get us to the car.” 

You nod, putting on the thick, chunky sunglasses. They practically obscure half of your face. 

“Ready?” Bruce asks. You nod again, tucking yourself more tightly into his side as Commissioner Gordon opens the door. You don’t even have the chance to step a foot outside before you’re bombarded by the flashing of cameras, and yelled questions coming from all directions. It makes you want to run back inside and find some quiet corner to curl up in, but Bruce wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders, steering you to the car. You almost stumble trying to keep up with the pace he sets, fighting to keep your steps even and quick as he guides you down the path that the cops have set up and into the car.

As soon as the door is shut behind you, you sag down in your seat and draw your sunglasses off, peering through the heavily-tinted windows at the mob of press. The sound is let in again as Bruce gets in on the other side of the backseat, and as Alfred gets into the driver’s seat. It’s not a clean peeling away from the curb—a few press still crowd around the front, trying to get shots of you and Bruce through the windshield—but Alfred finally pulls away, and it feels like you can breathe again. 

--  

As you strip down to shower—as you suddenly feel an acute cramping in your lower stomach—you start to cry, the full weight of the day crashing down around you. Bruce turns back from where he’s been turning the knobs to heat up the water, and through your kaleidoscope of tears, you can see his expression melting from confusion to sadness. He reaches out, drawing you into his chest, and you go willingly. You don’t even care that his hands are wet from checking to see if the water is warm enough. You just bury your face in his chest and let every bit of your fear and worry drain from you. 

--  

“...Thought you had it already.”

“Hm?” You hum softly.

“Your period.” 

You wince at the comment, focusing on the steady rise and fall of Bruce’s chest. You’d thought that you’d have to have this conversation at some point in the next few days, but right now, tucked into his side in bed, you can’t think of anything you’d like to talk about less. Still, you trail your fingers along his side, weighing your words before you admit: 

“I was late.” 

“How late?” 

“A week.” 

Bruce is quiet for a few moments, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head. 

“Did you think…?” He hedges.

“Yeah.” 

“...Is that why you almost took my head off this morning?” 

“Yes…Sorry, by the way.” 

“S’okay.” 

Is it? 

You let it hang in the air for a moment. You could let the conversation pass. You could just move—

“Would you have been happy?” You hedge, “If…I was?” 

A few moments of harrowing silence as Bruce’s fingers skate over your bare back. 

“I don’t know.” 

It’s honest, at least, but it doesn’t feel good. Yes was what you’d been hoping for. But I don’t know? You can feel yourself tearing again, and you bite down on your inner cheek, just nodding when you feel him looking down at you. He sighs heavily, murmurs, “Sweetheart,” But he doesn’t get all of it out before you’re pulling away from him and pushing yourself to sit up. You draw in a few deep breaths to steady yourself, raising your hands to swipe away the few tears that escape. To his credit, Bruce gives you the space that you need, sitting up and staying on his side of the bed. 

“Look at what happened to you today,” He points out. 

“That could’ve happened to anybody,” You grumble.

“Not like this. It happened because people know that you’re with me. It’s dangerous for you. And if it hadn’t just been you, if we ever…” It takes him a moment. “If we ever had a child, they would be a target, too.”

You sniffle softly, tucking your arms around your middle and fisting your fingers in the fabric of your sleep shirt. You know that he’s right, and you want to hate him for it.

“Is that why we never talk about that stuff?” You ask. 

“What stuff?” 

“Our future.” You turn your head back toward him, watching him in your periphery. You can see his lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze set ahead. 

“It’s not an easy conversation to have.” 

“Is that all we can have? Easy conversations?” 

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t put words in my mouth.” 

You sniffle again, turning away from him and looking down at the sheets. You feel Bruce scooch a little closer, sliding his hand along your lower back before he gently draws you back against him. You lean against him, pouting a touch as your cramps flare. Bruce nuzzles against your hair, dropping a kiss there. 

“Today was a lot,” He murmurs. “Can we just…Can we get some sleep? Talk about this tomorrow?” 

You nod, letting Bruce steer you to lay back down. You rest your head on his shoulder, fingers absently tracing shapes on his chest. 

“...For the record,” You offer softly, “Those men did what they did because they were greedy. I’m safe because of you, Bruce.” 

Bruce’s grip tightens on you, and you snuggle closer, sliding your leg over his and pressing as close as possible despite the twinging in your belly. 

Next Part

[valentine-cafe]

Can i make an order please? I'd like a tiramisu with a male reader(^^)

Imagining how reader and Alessio always exchange flirting back and forth, and how reader never just gives him a straight compliment, it's always flirty, with smirks and winks and looks at him from the bottom up...till one day something shifts and reader can't hold it in anymore; maybe Alessio didn't have a great day and seems bumped; so the reader cups his cheeks and for the first time looks him in the eyes and tells him he is wonderful, very seriously ?"No matter what anyone thinks- you're the most beautiful guy in the world. Inside and out. Got it?"

Thank you for taking my order, but of course no pressure on the time!^^

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 781 alessio

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ mercenary x reader, immortal x reader, enigma x reader ⊹

꒰ despite me being sick I just HAD to get up and write this because oh my god it’s so cute - eden ꒱

his fingers twitch. just about to brush you hands away out of instinct — yet all falls still at the sight of your eyes. so earnest and dear.

his gaze locks onto yours. brows creasing at the centre. an unspoken question - which is answered by your soft, yet firm words.

alessio tenses. feels each and every fibre in his body taut. then follows a flutter straight through his tummy. if it weren’t for his pride - he’d try to turn away to conceal his fluster.

he hadn’t done that before. what - months of flirting and now he can’t even take a compliment?

but it wasn’t just a compliment.

pink crows his ears. his lips press together. he tries not to break eye contact. yet when you thumb below his eye - so gently rubbing against a faint eyebag - and speaks once more:

“did you hear me, arias?”

with a small, gentle tug, you hoist him forward. feel the warmth of his presence on yours. oh you wish to wrap your arms around him. hold him close. but your own mind halts your inhibitions.

you’d settle for this. holding him so close. even if it is just his face.

the blush that catches his ears almost has you smirking. wishing to dish out one of your usual flirts. but you do not.

not now.

a small grunt leaves his throat. one you know is far from frustrated or annoyed. the small nod of his head and the slightly bouncing of his wavy hair tells you as much.

“I. . . yeah,” you can tell that he is struggling to maintain himself. the small glint in his eyes tells you what’s coming. his lips part and he is about to spout something. he tries to protest back in flirtation. tell you that you are the most beautiful man in the world —

“don’t.” you speak firmly. leaning your thumb down to brush at his cheekbone. draw him near.

“just accept it. yeah? take the fuckin’ compliment, you coward.” you joke. and he bristles. but the look in his eye tells you that he will not protest. to your delight.

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

I apologize for posting so much Tails Noir content lately since none of you guys like it, but I FINALLY decided on my design for Howard Lotor as a human(usually he’s a raccoon) so here he is :3

You can crucify me for headcanoning yet another male character that I love as trans, especially since this game takes place in the 70s, but you know what? Unless being cisgender is a vital part of a character’s identity/story, they’re getting hit with the trans ray(not just male characters, i have a lot of transfem headcanons too)

Now for his race, I’ve only seen one other Gijinka for him and that artist drew him as being black which I could honestly see(i can’t remember who the artist was though:() but also his personality kind of reminded me of John Shaft(a fictional private detective created in the 70s) so I based a few parts of his appearance off of him. I just decided to make him afro-indigenous/afro-Inuit since he’s Canadian and also raccoons have always been from North America and they tend to appear a lot in indigenous folklore and stories I’ve read that involve animals.

I have pretty mixed feelings about this drawing, but I still kinda like it since i hardly ever draw humans anymore. Also sorry if anything is worded weird or my English is bad, im really really fuckin tired right now and I have a migraine

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Nineteen.

Another chapter and wishes of a very happy Friday to my beautiful audience! :D

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Words - 3,763

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

4am. It was not a time Emma was used to seeing, unless she was up late being railed into a new shape by Guero, or enjoying the pleasures of partying. She knew Lee would be even less impressed, with how much she thrived upon a good night’s sleep. 

The very lady was waiting outside as they came out, Gilly yawning in the passenger seat. With their bags dumped in the back of her Escalade and Axl dropped next door for a stay with his uncle Tyrone (who proclaimed ‘imma spoil the dude to death, man!’) they climbed in, still half asleep. Since Emma had no passport or ID yet, Lee, Gilly and Guero were sharing the driving, just over three hours each to make the ten-and-a-half-hour journey rather than flying. 

“I feel bad, that we can’t fly and it’s because of me,” she huffed, Lee hitting the freeway, the engine roaring as the six hundred and eighty-two horses beneath the hood all charged to gallop. 

“How come you ain’t got that sorted yet?” Gilly asked, Emma sipping from her bottle of cherry Coke, burping quietly.  

“Because of a point Guero made,” she began, tightening the lid and placing it in her lap. “Since I’ve been a missing person, there’s obviously still a file open on me, one which will be closed when I show up. I’d likely have to be interviewed by the police over where I’ve been and who with for so long as well, too many questions would be asked.  

“If I ratted on Rocco, my worry about being snatched would turn into a worry about being shot in the head. I was going to go down the new identity route and buy fake documents, but depending on how all of this goes, I may not need to.” 

Lee looked at her in the rearview mirror, winking with a smile. “Here’s hoping, sugar.” She then paused before noting something glaring in similarity about the way all four had chosen to dress. “I can’t help but fuckin’ notice, I love the way all four of us try to look a little less like the tattooed reprobates that we are and instead, end up looking like the goddamned Addam’s Family.” 

Every single person within the car was donned in black, all of them beginning to laugh when they noticed that their attempt at semi-smartness had them appearing as if they were attending a funeral. 

“Goths R Us, man,” Gilly snorted with amusement, beginning to whistle the theme tune to the aforementioned family movie, Emma giving the double finger click at the required point, too.   

“Well, I gotta say it, sunshine. You suit being a redhead,” Lee then spoke, turning to look at her, thinking how pretty her bestie looked in the long, red wig with tumbling waves.  

“Doesn’t she, though?” Guero chimed, winking at Emma. “Maybe a little too much. Goddamn women, pulling some Jessica fucking Rabbit magic on a man." 

"What is it about you guys and that woman?" Lee cried, moving her car to the middle lane to overtake a slow-moving vehicle ahead. "She's a fuckin’ drawing!" 

"Yeah, and I'd nail her until I erased her, I swear to god," he chirped, Gilly busting into hysterics. 

"Same, bro. I'd fuck her until her colours ran!" Everyone fell apart in fits of laughter, Lee thinking that already it was more than worth her 3am start and missing her precious sleep for the sheer entertainment value alone. She wasn’t the only one glad of it, the comic relief provided by her boyfriend and Gilly just the thing Emma needed to take her mind off the fact that with every mile that passed, she was nearing the man she feared most.  

By the seven-hour point, Guero returned to her side in the back while Gilly took his turn behind the wheel, her nerves were palpable. Looking out of the window while gnawing on the side of her thumb, she saw a hand reach for hers in her peripherals, turning to watch Guero softly shake his head with a faint smile.  

“You’re stressing.” Pulling her hand away from her mouth, he grasped it in his, shifting over a little closer and wrapping his arm around her. “You gotta stop. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”  

“Easy to say that,” she muttered, leaning into him. 

“Yeah, it fucking is,” he snorted, kissing her head. “Cuz’ I’ll fucking finish him if he lays a finger on you, and you know this.” His hand tightened its grip on hers, his nostrils flaring a little. The rage towards Rocco still swirled just as tempestuously as ever, along with his already short fuse.  

He softened a little then, realising she likely didn’t need to hear it, or worry about him being able to hang onto his fiery temper. “I get it, you feeling nervous. It’ll be alright, though.”  

Nervous was somewhat of an understatement, Emma feeling like she wanted to throw up as Gilly parked outside the hotel just over three hours later.  

“So, what I’m thinking is that after talking to Obispo, these guys seemed to be enjoying everything the resort had to offer. Squash, golfing, casino, etc,” Lee began, after the guys had gone to check in. “Which means that I can hang around in the bar, keep an eye on the comings and goings of ‘em. Except, fuck. I don’t know what he fuckin’ looks like.”  

Emma pulled out her phone, calling up Google. As with a lot of notable members of the mafia, Vincent’s face was very easily accessible. Clicking on his mugshot from an arrest after a large shoot out he’d been arrested for his part in around a decade ago, she turned the screen. “Like that, but a little aged. He’s very distinctive.”  

Lee had already taken a good look at the hotel layout, scanning the pictures and seeing that from the large bar and restaurant area, the front desk and entrance was visible. She was entirely happy to play barfly with Gilly while Emma hid in her room. “Alright, and there’s my visual. He looks... intense.” 

That was one way to describe a man who had once chopped off someone’s feet and fed them to Diavolo, his Akita. “He is, he’s very formidable.” Her voice was small, the quietness of her tone reminding Lee of her demeanour back when they’d first met, minus the shaking and the stuttered words.  

Reaching for Emma’s hand, she cocked her head. “It’s fuckin’ gonna be fine. You forget I’m ex-military. I know how to run a fuckin’ smooth operation, sunshine.” She winked, Emma feeling at ease, squeezing her hand back before the arrival of Gilly and Guero parted them, hopping out of the car.  

“Lobby is all clear from anyone of the Italian American persuasion,” Gilly spoke, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” Taking Guero’s hand, she gripped it tightly, adjusting her sunglasses before beginning to walk. She felt as if she had a serpent writhing around in her guts, some cold, spiny creature that thrashed angrily, her heartbeat escalating, expecting him to pop up at any moment and snatch her again. 

Heading in through the glass doors that slid open with a silky glide, her eyes were everywhere beneath her oversized aviators, Guero pulling her to the right, past the front desk and through to the safety of the ground floor hallway. Immediately, she felt herself unravel a little.  

“Okay, we’ll see you guys at some point, I guess. I will call with details from my little stakeout,” Lee spoke, she and Gilly continuing down the hall as Guero opened the door to their room. 

As soon as she was inside, she felt the creeping sensation at her back abate, yet she was a nervous mess, riddled with anxiety, wanting to go straight into her medication bottle and swallow back a couple of doses to calm herself. Taking more than her standard dose tended to have the opposite effect, though.  

Reaching for Guero, she wrapped herself around him, burying her face against the side of his neck. Safe person. Safe person scent. It transported her back to a time where he was the only person she’d trusted while in the thick of her anxious duress, but for that moment her body refused to comply with the logic her brain was desperately trying to convey.  

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay.” he told her, hands stroking her back, feeling her chest rising and falling rapidly against his, her heart pounding hard. He closed his eyes, arms tightening around her, a tide of anger rising within him. She’d worked so hard in the last near eleven months to recover, and now there she was again, trembling and frightened.  

The urge to go and wait outside of Rocco’s room and bypass the plan completely, to shoot him in the head as soon as he laid eyes on the vile, abusive, child trafficking, raping sack of shit who’d once again reduced his sweetheart to a nervous wreck was almost all encompassing. He knew though that would land them in the kind of trouble none of them would survive, taking out a mafia boss without the agreement of those who served under him.  

He couldn’t even imagine an alternative to Calabrese condoning the hit, or being told that the Romano family would handle it internally, should he be in complete agreement with the proposal they were bringing to him. None of them could live unless he died, and Emma? She’d be returned to Staten Island, with nobody to save her.  

The thought of being dead and her alone in the world had been on his mind so much, he’d even considered fleeing with her to Mexico, should things not go in the favour of the Mayans. He loved his club, but he wouldn’t be a sitting duck, waiting for the weight of the mafia to crush them.  

He believed in standing to fight, and his loyalty to the club tugged strongly at him, but he was smart enough not to remain on a sinking ship if he saw water beginning to pour in. He had not come to such a conclusion easily, either. His simple desire to survive outweighed anything else, now that it potentially could come down to that.   

Realising he was spiralling into his own thoughts, he shook himself from it all, being present for her, as he needed to be before anything else. Holding her close had begun to calm her, Emma finally straightening to kiss him, resting her forehead to his.  

“And I’m calmer now.” Her thumbs stroked over the flecks of stubble dotting his cheeks. “Thanks for always been so steadying when I need you to be.” 

Smiling, he kissed her again. “You’re welcome, and good. I fucking hate seeing you like that, all cuz’ of him.”  

Sucking in a breath over her teeth, she drew her shoulders up, the weight of her sigh tugging them down again. She hated feeling like that, too, everything rushing to the surface once more. “Let’s pray he isn’t going to be around much longer to do it, huh?”  

It went without saying, he thought. 

They hung around in the room for a few hours, Lee calling at just before seven, informing Emma that the mob guys had all just arrived in the bar for a drink, before being told by one of the staff that their cars were ready. With it looking like they were heading out elsewhere for the night, she was safe to go and eat dinner in the restaurant, a prospect that made her feel nervous, but that she participated in all the same. She changed into a long, tight grey dress, having to fend off Guero before they left. 

“What’s the matter with you?” she laughed upon sitting at the table, Lee virtually vibrating in her seat opposite. “You look a little jazzed, buddy.” 

“Been on the fuckin’ coffee all afternoon! Changed to sparkly water about halfway through, but I didn’t wanna get loaded propping up the bar and I think choosing to be caffeinated might’ve been a little bit of a fuckin’ mistake!” 

Gilly snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “Dude, I told you to get decaf.” 

“Can’t ever do that, fuckin’ decaf is bullshit! I’ll be fine, they gotta pool here and I brought my swimsuit. I’ll go swim it off, do some lengths, get all the energy out, y’know?”  

Her very wide-eyed demeanour had them in soft fits, Lee’s hand shaking upon her beer glass, making her food order at a hundred miles an hour to the entertained looking waiter.  

“And I gotta deal with this all night.” Gilly laughed, receiving an elbow from the hopped-up lady herself. She seemed to calm a little for eating, a firm but polite no given when the waiter asked them if they wanted coffee once they’d finished, calling it an evening at 10pm. Well, Lee and Gilly stayed up to see if Vincent returned back at a decent hour, but Emma and Guero headed straight back to their room. 

Opening the door for her, he gestured that she should enter first. “There, you get me being a gentleman just once, before I turn straight animal.” He smacked her ass, kicking the door shut, Emma removing her boots and socks. 

“Love, you’re always straight animal,” she purred, winking at him. He snaked his arms around her, moving her hair, softly biting the side of her neck with a playful growl. Those nibbles turned to kisses, hands pawing at her. Grasping his hoodie, she pulled it over his head, her nails gently raking down his chest as his mouth met hers, manoeuvring to the bed, pushing him onto it.  

“I have to take this off, my head is like a furnace.” Pulling off the wig, she unclipped her hair and let it tumble loose, messy waves framing her face, Guero sitting up to watch keenly as she began to lower her dress. The way his eyebrows rose significantly at the reveal of her black, diamond mesh underwear tugged at the corners of her mouth. 

“Wow. Get the fuck on me, right now.”  

Ahh, the desired effect.  

“Is that what you want, hmm?” 

His eyes swept her with desire, his cock beginning to harden at just the sight of her, nodding in response to her words. 

“Yeah, I know what you want,” she spoke, coming to sit astride him, pushing her fingers into his mouth, her nipples hard against his chest through the thin mesh of her bra. “You want to pin me down and fuck my tight little pussy until I gush all over your cock, don’t you? Mmm, I love it when you get me so wet that it starts running over my thighs, when you hold me down and pound me so hard, I get dizzy. Yeah, I love it like that.” She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, her hips beginning to gyrate, grinding herself against the big erection she felt tenting his jeans.  

He groaned barbarously around the suck upon her fingers, his teeth clamping in a hard bite, Emma pulling them from between his gorgeous lips before her mouth locked to his. Their kisses rained sensuality and steamy heat, Guero lying back on the bed, the feel of pristine hotel linens sumptuous against his bare back, hands travelling all over her as he moaned against her tongue.  

If there was a sweeter way to kill time, he was yet to experience it.  

Moving beneath her, his body topped hers, pressing her into the bed as his hands slid to make short work of her underwear, sitting up only to shed the remainder of his clothes before his mouth was on hers once more. He kissed her with all the love and heated desire he felt for her, hand trailing down her thigh as he shifted his weight a little, fingers skimming over the sumptuously dewy petals of her cunt. 

That first touch had her arching off the bed, her back bending like a crescent moon, her moan rich and full bodied, his thick, clever fingers spreading her wetness around, settling upon her clit and beginning to circle. His touch was so perfect, Emma mewling softly as she felt her core ache, his breaths heavy against her neck as he moved to kiss her elegant throat, a soft groan rumbling his as he pushed two fingers into her.   

“Oh god, you’re so fucking wet for me already.” He rumbled, his mouth finding hers, kissing her with all the heat of a furnace, those keen fingers seeking out her sweet spots. Focused rotations forced soft little exclamations from her, Guero drinking them down like wine as his lips locked with hers. “Yeah, that feel good, baby?” 

She couldn’t even form words, delight tumbling through her, merely uttering a soft little moan as her head fell back on the bed, his fingers entering, rotating, dragging back, moving his thumb to her clit to stroke it in perfect rhythm. It always boosted his ego a little, seeing how easily he could make her sail into bliss with just two fingers. 

It didn’t take long for him to kiss a sizzling path down her body, his mouth craving to be quenched with what drenched his fingers, removing them, sucking her wetness from them with a hungry grunt. He pushed her legs wider so she splayed for him, delving his tongue right into her folds, the syrupy wet of her pussy drenching his mouth.   

His tongue dragged her eagerly, long licks from her glossy opening to her clit making her very bones shudder in ecstasy, Guero groaning, watching her body undulate before him. The rolling heat of his tongue pressed flat as it circled her clit, sending waves of bliss through her, her little whimpers filling the air, his hands gripped at her waist as he felt her puddling against his tongue.  

She looked down, watching him do it, gasping, her fingers raking through his hair. “You look so fucking hot with a mouthful of my pussy.” 

He grinned against her, sucking on her clit. “And you look the same while you’re getting it ate, mamas.” He winked, closing his eyes, groaning as he took a mouthful of her, loving the feeling of her thighs skimming against his face as she writhed. 

He sucked upon her like ripe fruit, his groans deep, like boulders rolling over one another, the heat radiating up her spine as she panted, watching him tipping her further into mindlessness before her eyes closed and her head fell back. The flickers of the very tip of his tongue working in speed over her clit were too much, but not enough, her body shaking in response of being so lit up. It felt like an ice storm meeting magma, her body gleaming for him, Guero pushing his fingers back within her heat, burrowing deep. 

Placing a suck upon her clit, his cheeks hollowed, the pressure gentle at first, fingers circling her walls, entering her then with rapidity, that suck intensifying until he had her crying out softly. His hunger to devour had him tearing his fingers from her, covering her entire slit in the thirsty suck of his mouth, grunting against her folds as his tongue laved her incessantly.   

Reaching for his jeans, he undid them, sliding them and his boxers down, kicking himself out of them with impatience, the need to be within her rocketing through him. His heart thundered in his chest as anticipation skittered over him, kissing his way back to her mouth, lips meeting hers in a hot mesh of filthy indulgence, his words matching.   

“Wanna spread those gorgeous legs and let me fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, for me to bury my big dick right up deep in this pretty little pussy, huh blue eyes?” Those words fuelled the epicentre of her bonfire, Emma nodding, their kisses scorching as he moved between her legs and glided into her, her walls tensing on his shaft, dragging a groan from the depths of him. He sat back on his heels, taking root in her, his eyes watching the sight of it, his cock sinking in and out, her wetness bathing him thickly. 

He fell to her then, the blinding need to chase the fire roaring through his veins consuming him, his flames catching at her edges as she wrapped her legs around him, their mouths meeting messily.   

“Oh god,” she gasped, clasping his face, seduced further by the look of dark lust pooling his near black eyes. “Fuck me, yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck me!”   

And he did, pounding into her relentlessly, hitting her so deep, shocks skittered through her. He slowed then, wanting to make it last longer than the rampant charge his arousal was dictating, pulling himself back, thrusting a little shallower, almost retreating, slipping back deeply. His head dipped, sucking her nipples in turn, tongue circling them with a hungry grunt, his hands stroking paths of blissful heat up and down her thighs as his cock hit her deep, deep, deep.   

“Mmmm, fuck. You look so goddamn pretty, spread all around my dick. Got me so fucking drenched, beautiful.” he groaned, sitting back up again, the sight so steeped in erotic heat, he had to close his eyes for a moment, those tingles pulsing too rapidly, the desire to chase his release held fast, slowing, long lashes parting again as he stared down at her. “That feel good, huh?” 

“Oh, you’re fucking amazing!” she cried out, her body jolting when he brought his thumb to her clit, tight circles spreading glimmers through her, pleasure melting down her spine and puddling at her cunt, covering him further in her dew. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hips shunting against each of his thrusts, fucking him back with purpose as she let her gaze fall to watch it.  

He reached beneath her chin, making her focus on him, his forehead resting to hers as he stared at her with so much love, her heart felt full to burst. Stroking his face, she felt like she could see her entire future in the dark sparkle of his lust blown pupils, nuzzling him, whispering her love, sharing kisses steeped in sweet, yet burning heat.  

Her heart jolted suddenly with the weight of it, the realisation of exactly what she would lose if Vincent didn’t agree. He had to, because there was no way she would willingly or easily part from Guero now she’d finally found him. 

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC | 18+ sexual content

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The evening sun pooled through the windows of the empty coffee shop, warm and enticing as the muffled tones of a record crooned, filling the space. As the evening crowd emptied out, rushing towards whatever the dwindling hours held for them, the music slowly evolved into something that the taller of the two remaining employees described as “pot-smoking desert hipster music”.

“Come on, Sam,” Juno teased, elbowing her lightly. “They’re really good, you just have a thing against the singer having a man bun.”

With mop in hand, Sam whipped her head around to gape at Juno with feigned indignation.

“Excuse me, little miss I’ll-fall-in-love-with-anybody-wearing-skinny-pants-and-a-designer-hat. It’s called taste, and you should try buying some at the hipster grocery store you shop at.”

“Okay, first of all, Samara, rude,” Juno stated, throwing her apron at Sam and trying to contain the laughter that was attempting to break out. “Second of all, I’ve seen the customers you flirt with, you’re in no position to be judging.”

Sam’s hands went up in a gesture of surrender, her laughter a sound that always filled Juno with a feeling of home. Of all the people she had met after moving to Seattle, Sam was always one of her favorites. She began as a coworker, and quickly became so much more, like the sister she never had.

“Fine, Juno, you win this round,” Sam said, then added under her breath, “but that man bun is still fuckin’ stupid.”

Before Juno had time to react to her friend’s slight on her taste in men, the gentle chiming of bells filled the background, and both the employees let out an audible groan.

“Come on, it’s five minutes until closing, they can have their coffee up their—oh, hello.” The change in tone caught Juno off guard, Sam‘s voice dripping with threatening flirtation as she threw wagging eyebrows over to Juno.

“It’s your hot guy friend, and you know what he doesn’t have? A man bun—ow!“

Juno frantically rushed around the counter, jabbing Sam in the side on her way past, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she stopped short in front of the lanky figure, his hands shoved coolly into his pockets. She was painfully aware of the faint scent of burnt cedar from his presence in the coffee shop, something she would never want to get rid of from her memory as long as she lived.

“Hey Del!” She gave a small wave, and smiled up at him.

Delsin took in the sight of Juno, her slightly tousled hair, the way her flushed face immediately gave clues to her emotions, how her gaze dropped down to his lips for a split second, then back to dance around his eyes. It was cute, the way she thought he wouldn’t notice it. Hot. He couldn’t help the grin forming.

“Hey Junicorn,” he said, then winced slightly. He hadn’t meant for the nickname to stick, not this long. Well shit. He could do better than that.

“How’s your day—“

“So, can I make you—“

There’s a moment of confusion, a soft pause, and then laughter as Juno and Delsin realize they were rushing to talk over one another.

“You go ahead,” Delsin says, gesturing to Juno.

“No, no, it’s okay, you first!” Her soft laugh is mesmerizing, and Delsin can’t look away as she waves her hands at him to continue.

The way Delsin focuses on her so intently causes Juno’s insides to flip, and she notices the warmth building low inside of her, matching that of the heat radiating off of him. He was so hot, in more ways than one. Juno dares to look away first, smiling and glancing down at her hands. There’s a silence between them, something soft playing over the speakers from a playlist Juno created specifically for the early evening. It was sultry and slow, songs that made Sam roll her eyes, yet she still belted the lyrics out after they locked the doors and started cleaning for the night. Neither make a move, afraid to break the moment between them, the building heat drawing their bodies ever so slightly closer to one another. There was no denying the attraction that had built over the past few months, it was obvious every time they were in the same room.

And then there’s a cough, a shattering noise that doesn’t belong in their bubble, causing both Juno and Delsin to jump slightly. Sam sat there, leaning on the counter with her chin rested on hands, the cheesiest of grins plastered on her face.

“I’m just gonna—I’m gonna head out now,” said while gesturing behind her. During the last few minutes, Sam had grabbed her backpack and was ready to leave. “I think I-I left my stove on in my mom…or something.”

Sam passed through the space between Juno and Delsin, turning to wink at Juno and make a crude hand gesture, which led Juno to scoff in vague disapproval.

“Have fun you two,” Sam called from over her shoulder, waving at the room in general.

“Stay safe!” The emphasis on the word was not lost on Juno, and she could feel the way her face reddened. And with the shut of the door, they were alone.

_______

The alley wall digs into the soft skin of Juno’s back, her skirt hiked up around her thighs. Delsin’s hands gripped her tightly as he pulsed into her burning heat, panting against her skin. He was lost in the way she felt around him as he moved his mouth frantically over her neck, rough purple marks flourishing under his lips, marks that would certainly draw attention in the morning. That was a problem for future Juno. As hard as she tried, Juno couldn’t swallow the low moans that echoed in the secluded street behind the coffee shop, not that anyone ever came back here. There was only the garbage, which was the entire reason why they were back here to begin with. At least that’s what they told themselves half an hour ago, but the trash bags were long since forgotten. As soon as they got into the alley way, hands found their way under clothing, desperate to lay claim to any skin that was hidden. One thing led to another, and soon public alleyway sex was something Juno could check off her list.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come“ Delsin moaned, his pupils wild with the desire burning within him. His thrusts were jagged, fingertips bruising Juno’s thighs, touch a little too hot. Juno didn’t mind it though, she just imagined where else his burning touch could go.

“B-birth control,” Juno gasped, rolling her hips against Delsin, craving the way he filled her entirely and then some. The fire in the pit of her core was consuming all of her, her head was hazy with the rolling pleasure.

“I’m on it.”

When Juno opened her eyes again, Delsin’s dark eyes were laser focused on her, bewildered. His mouth was open slightly, and he bit his lip. He was putting together the pieces of what she meant, and when it dawned on him, she felt him falter with his pace.

“Oh, fuck.”

He rested his forehead against hers, slightly damp with sweat, his hot breath mixing with hers, jolting his hips against her.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he breathed out, holding her still as he throbbed expectantly inside of her, thighs tight against his waist. “You definitely sure?” There was a slight hesitation to his tone that she could sense underneath the desperation, a need to clarify the situation, to make her happy and not do anything she’d regret, but straining to hold back.

“I could always—“

“I’m on birth control, Del—fuck—it’s okay. I want it.”

To punctuate her words, she rolls her hips, eliciting a small groan from Delsin. A moment passes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the alley. Juno’s arms are wrapped over Delsin’s shoulders, fingers entwined with the dark hair sticking out from under the maroon beanie. And all at once, Delsin’s mouth crashes on Juno’s, tongue pushing its way into her mouth, his kiss pleading and starving, tasting all he can have of her. His hands pull her down on him, plunging deep into her, over and over, hitting that one spot that causes stars to form beneath her eyelids, and she knows she can’t handle much more. Her moans and cries bounce off the walls, escaping into the Seattle night, and she can feel tension building within her, threatening to snap and expand with the intensity of the forming cosmos. Delsin’s breath hitches at the sudden unexpected tightness, and he comes immaculately undone, pulsing, a burning heat releasing inside of her, as she feels stars go supernova deep within. There’s nothing in existence except the two of them, entwined with each other, alone and part of something so much more in this moment.

A quietness settles around them as Delsin rests his forehead against hers, hot breath mingling and slowly returning to normal, and his grasp on her thighs slackens a little as his fingers tremble. He lets out a soft laugh, holding up a hand, watching it shake slightly. At the sight, Juno unwraps her legs from his waist, letting him set her down, and fixes her skirt as he buttoned his jeans. She notices the way Delsin’s beanie sits crooked, probably her fault, so she stands on her tiptoes and fixes it, murmuring a soft apology.

“Well fuck, Juno, I’m exhausted,” Delsin yawns out, stretching his arms up, then settling them around Juno. He’s holding her from behind, his chest flush against her back, kissing the base of her neck. They were still standing in the alley, but nobody cared.

“Think I can get any caffeine around here? Maybe some place with a hot barista chick,” he teased, grinning against her skin.

Juno laughed, and set her hands on top of his warm forearms, still draped over her chest. She slowly led him back into the coffee shop, an awkward but not uncomfortable feat.

“C’mon, banner man, I think I know of a place.”

[khalewren]

He actually doesn’t know how to Whistle

So there’s been a questionaire thing going around @sonic-oc-showdown​, and since i love fucking TALKING about my little guy, i decided to take a crack at it myself!

Name: Whistle the Wolf

Species: Wolf

Type: Never really thought about it, but he would most likely be Power.

Alignment: Lawful good

Home: Spiral Hill Village

More under the cut!!! 👇

- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

I had already come up with the idea of a Whisper & Tangle fankid, but i wasn’t sure what to name him. I wanted it to match Whisper’s somewhat, so naturally, i looked up “verbs that begin with w.” And, fortunately, i realized that “Whistle” would be a perfect name. In-universe however, the background to his name is that when he was a little pup, Whisper would lull him to sleep by whistling.

- How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

14, though i’ve thought about making him just a year older, to match Tangle in canon (this AU takes place 20 years after canon).

- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Actually, yes! I’m working on the story right now, but basically, spiral hill gets a newly constructed library, and when Whistle visits it, he comes across Arvic, a lemming who works there. The two guys become friends and gradually get gay, idk i haven’t finalized the plot yet. Unfortunately, Arvic has no design as of right now.

- What is their favourite food?

I haven’t thought about that, but i wrote a fic where its mentioned that Whisper makes beef stew that Smithy taught her the recipe for. I think that might be his favourite meal.

- What do they do for a living?

I imagine he goes to school, but otherwise he doesn’t really do anything for a living. He does have a promising future in baseball though, having discovered it thanks to Sonic.

- Do they have any hobbies?

I’d say most of all, Whistle loves playing baseball. As mentioned just prior, he discovered it after he saw Sonic playing it once when the wolf was little. Since then he’s been obsessed, having grown to be a pretty good batter. Whistle also loves adventuring and being outside in general, much like his mom Tangle.

- What do they do best?

Honestly, just being a cheerful little guy. Much like Tangle, he’s super optimistic, but not blindly cheerful either.

- What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Well, he loves baseball, he loves hanging out with his moms & the wisps, likes being at the library (both because of a crush and because he’s into comics) and he likes helping people and being a hero! Even if he’s relatively inexperienced with the last thing.

There isn’t a lot of stuff he HATES, but the main thing would probably be involuntarily sitting still. He has no problem with it when he feels like it, but whenever he wants to, for example, go outside but the weather is bad, he becomes REALLY bored REAL quickly.

- What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Uhhhh, kinda tough question. (I guess spoilers for my fic Transcendental youth) when Tangle & Whisper gifted him his own diamond cutters mask.

- What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Probably when Mimic disguised himself as Whistle infront of the wolf, and proceeded to gradually look more and more mutilated. Poor boy saw his own mutilated corpse taunt him, basically.

- Is their current design the first one?

Hm, that’s kind of difficult to answer. I always had a specific idea for what he would look like, but i can’t draw at all, so i could never really finalize his design. Fortunately though, @sunsetcorvid​ decided to be an absolute fuckin champ, and draw Whistle. And even though he didn’t come out exactly how i was thinking, i actually think sunsetcorvid fucking nailed the design, and i think it looks better than my original vision. So, i guess, no...? not really his first design...? but also kinda...?

- What originally inspired the OC?

Well, i think Whisper and Tangle are a really cute couple, and the aforementioned Sunsetcorvid had made their own fankid for the couple, Toon (Who is in this tournament!!!), who i really liked. Then, months later, i saw @head---ache​‘s own whispangle fankid, Aim, and i decided “okay i gotta make one myself.” I kind of went with the opposite of Aim’s main characteristics, (Looks like Tangle, but is a lot more like Whisper in personality) cause i thought it would be interesting. And it was! i love hte little guy i’ve created!!

- What genre do they belong in?

Probably like a sweet family-action movie.

- What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

He’s a cis guy, and i’m relatively sure he’s gay. Haven’t given it a ton of thought, but that’s what i’m going with rn.

- How many siblings does your OC have?

None! As of right now, at least >:) (I don’t have any plans to give Whistle a sibling as of right now, but it could be fun!)

- What is the OC’s relationship with their parents like?

Whistle loves his moms, and even though he feels like they’re a bit overprotective sometimes, he appreciates them a lot. It’s overall just really sweet and healthy :)

- How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I write about him fairly often! I have one fic that’s all about him at around 10k words, and another fic that has him as a supporting character. Right now i’m writing one where he gets a boyfriend >:D

- Do you ever see yourself killing off your OC?

NEVER.

Does your OC have any specific phobias?

None that i can think of right now, but i could be misremembering.

- Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Mimic. To be specific, in the 20 years that took place after canon, Mimic tried to kill Tangle and Whisper a bunch of times and got his ass beat every single time, so eventually he just kinda gave up and stayed in jail, knowing he couldn’t beat them. However, he found out about Whistle’s existence, and on the wolf’s 14th birthday, escapes prison to kill the wolf, in order to make Tangle and Whisper miserable. Yeah, he’s a real ass. Whistle’s able to handle himself though.

- How long have you had your oc?

Hard to say EXACTLY how long, but the first chapter of Transcendental youth, my introduction fic to him, was uploaded on the 5th of february.

- What are your OC’s powers, if they have any?

While he doesn’t have any natural powers like Tangle’s tail, Tails makes him a special kind of baseball bat called “the shifting slugger” for Whistle’s birthday. In short, it’s basically a variable wispon but melee. It has different effects for different wisps, such as: Cyan makes him able to shoot lightning out of the bat, green makes him able to float very similarly to the wispon, blue extends the reach of the weapon, pink adds on a chainsaw-like blade, and orange adds little jet thrusters onto the bat, making it able to swing at ridiculous velocities.

Oh, and i also forgot, he has a fairly high level of chaos energy, and with some help from Amy, manages to learn how to utilize hammer space.

Anyways, i think thats it!!!

[qqueenofhades]

I hope this isn’t weird or something that I should just deal with on my own and all that, so I apologize in advance because this is incredibly recent and I’m still hurting and trying to figure out what to do next.

One of my friends of quite a while now turned out to be a massive fuckin transphobe. Yippie. The thing is, he’s fully in support of the non-straight side of the queer community, always has been, but apparently that’s where he draws the line, and I just learned that today, and it sucks. It sucks so much that someone I really cared about turns out to be a kinda terrible person who ended up saying some incredibly hurtful and disrespectful things when it all came to light.

But the thing is, while the trans hatred is DEFINITELY there, it all seems to be stemming from a place of generational hatred and ignorance because he just can’t see how his actions and words are hurtful. It turns malicious when he’s pushed, as I learned the hard way, but I feel the root of it is simply ignorance.

We got in an argument via text, which, of course, is always the worst way to do things but it was a normal conversation that went downhill incredibly quickly and I’m like 3+ hours away so we can’t hash it out in person and I wasn’t willing to just go and call.

For your uh. Viewing displeasure. I’d send screenshots (and can, if you’d like additional context) but people who have a stake in this are very likely to see this and I don’t particularly want my name attached without anon.

I didn't say that transgender people are mistakes, and I didn't mean to suggest that. People can make the mistake into believing that they are who they are not

Yes, I don't believe a transwoman is a real woman. They are biological differences between both man and woman that can't be changed

Cue me going on a bit of a tangent about suicide rates, Trevor project, intersex people being a thing, what transitioning is like, etc etc. I was pissed, I was hurt, and I admit my first reaction was anger but I also think I did a very good job of keeping calm, explaining things, while also trying to impress upon him just how incredibly shitty saying those things is

Why are you so mad? I just wanted to open up to you. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything like that

Upon which I explained that I’ve lost friends to suicide and yet again how problematic some of his statements have been

I think we both need some time to think about this

I don't. I know exactly where I stand with this issue and who I care for and what it means to me personally. You're more than welcome to call so we can talk about it that way, if that's what you'd prefer or what would help you

It seems like things right now are a bit heated, I just want to talk about when things have calmed down

If that's what you need in order to decide whether you support trans people or not, go ahead. As I said, I know exactly what my opinion on this is, and it's on the side of the people whose beliefs don't disrespect certain people's existence

I respect and love everybody, but I'm not going to change my values or beliefs because they "disrespect" other people's values or beliefs

Which… yeah. That’s where it left off. Other shit was said, other shit went down, and I stand by everything and don’t regret it, even if this guy used to be my friend.

But as I said, I very much feel that this is coming from a place of ignorance and having been taught by religious, queerphobic parents, having very little experience to the queer world and having no understanding of our history, our pain, and the battles we’re still fighting. I believe he genuinely doesn’t see how his words are hurtful and how his actions genuinely cause issues and how his words are the things that drive trans people to suicide and hatred.

Which is what I’m reaching out for, what can I do, I don’t want to cut him off because I don’t want to abandon him to be a hateful person because I believe everyone, however horrible their beliefs, can learn and grow and change, and I want to know any sort of resources or help or advice you have, anything to try to fight that ignorance-based disrespect and make him realize that they’re not just words and that his behavior isn’t just his personal beliefs, that his beliefs are genuinely harming other people.

Thank you, and much love to you. We all need a bit more kindness and love and acceptance right now with this world we live in.

I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and it's understandable that you feel deeply upset and betrayed. At this time, however, I don't think you have any obligation to "educate" him or do more than you have already done. If this is a friendship-ending issue, well... it sucks, but it is what it is. If you want to, you can communicate that he's welcome to reach out to you again if his feelings change. Otherwise, it's not your responsibility to continue or spend extra time trying to talk him around. It's something that people either accept or they don't, and while feelings can evolve, it's usually something that will happen with time and space and on their own accord. So yeah. It's up to you whether you want to signal that you're up for further communication or not, if you want to take some time to let feelings heal, or if you don't want to continue being friends with someone who feels that way. Either way, it's not your responsibility to endlessly try to talk him around. Make a decision about what you feel comfortable with, set that boundary, and do your best. It sucks, but such is life sometimes. Alas.

[blissfali]

heres a little comic of a scene i drew from my AU thinga that i cant seem to write but i can draw for some reason

transcript because my handwriting is god awful:

Image 1: Post Dre Death. Tommy: You were s’posed to tell me your plan, Ghostbur.

Ghostbur: To be fair, I wasn’t anticipating it. But he hurt you.

Tommy: He does it all the time anyway, why’s it matter this time?

Ghostbur: I dunno, but who cares? We don’t to go back to him anymore!

Tommy: He still has more LIVES, Ghostbur! He’s gonna come back and look for me, then what do you want me to do?!

-Uhh theres a skip here. basically before this scene ghostbur impulsively takes one of dreams lives after dream hits tommy really hard. tommy goes into shock and while hes kind of catatonic ghostbur drags him in the direction of technos house. tommy calms down for a bit and then this scene happens, and then the next page is from when theyve made it to technos-

Techno: So wat brings you Ghostbur?

Ghostbur: What about Tommy?

Techno: Oh, he’s actually here? I thought that was just another gapple-induced hallucination.

Tommy: What the fok??

Techno: Welcome back to the land of the living, Tommy.

Tommy: I wasn’t dead.

Techno: Wait, really? ‘Cuz Dream told us you were a goner.

Tommy. Yeah, well, Dream’s a fuckin’ liar, isn’ he?

Techno: So where’ve you been all these years, then?

Tommy: First off, it’s been a year. And second, i’s none of yawr god damn business, INNIT?

Techno: Woah, chill. Was just curious.

Techno (to Ghostbur): *loud whispering* Why do you hang out with this guy, Ghostbur?

Tommy: Bruh, what the fuck. Wateva. Dos’n matter.

Tommy (leaving): N e way thx 4 tha tea, Te’no, but we’ll be going now!

Ghostbur: Wait, Tommy! We can’t leave yet!

Tommy: Ok, I’ll just leave you here then. Cya, Wil.

Ghostbur: Wait, thas not wot i ment!

Tommy: You’re either with me or you’re nat, Ghostbur. Make u’ yoor mind.

Techno: Just leave ‘em, Ghostbur. We got catching up to do anyway, don’t we?

Ghostbur: Wait, but Tommy—… I’m sorry Techno, I’ll come back later, but I have to stay with him.

Techno (shrugs): Suit yourself.

Techno: *whisper* Glad to have you back, Tommy.

(Meanwhile)

Tommy, holding a pack of cigs: Ah. shit. i’m almost out. *puts them back in his pocket after lighting one*

Ghostbur: Hi, Tommy! Where are we going?

Tommy: We gotta sneak into the mainlands again. Im outta cigs.

Ghostbur: but they’re bad for you, remember? and what about Dream!

Tommy: It’s fine, man. Dream’s at Logst—

Tommy: Dream is dead.

Tommy: D-Dream is… dead. Oh fuck, oh FUCK.

Tommy: I cawn’t believe I fucken fergot! Shit, shit, shit!

Ghostbur: Wait, Tom, no, I’m sorry!

Tommy: Its ok, um. We’ll figure this out. We can’t go to the mainland… he’ll see us.

Tommy: I can live off 3 cigarettes. I’ll ration ‘em.

Ghostbur: Are u sure you can go that long?

Tommy: absolutely fucking not, Ghostbur. but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

(end.)

[engagemythrusters]

okay. ahsoka. here we go

Immediately a fan of the music. Did they get the same people as TBOBF and The Mandalorian? The Ludwig person? Forgot the name…

INTRO CRAWL?! DAMNNNNN

But also red? Why red crawl?

Why is she searching for Thrawn not Ezra. Like I know the two left together but you think Ezra would be the priority. Not thrawn.

Aaand there’s the ship. Always start Star Wars with a ship.

Uuuugh my pirate site keeps buffering. Booooooooo

“They’re jedi” okay vibe but are they actually. Or is it those sorta-Sith guys

Ugh okay my annoying I have to go without subtitles now… :/ tbjs js gonna be hard

Okay that was a very Star Trek move. Why. For what.

YEAH ITS THOSE SITHLIKE BITCHES

Shin Hati evil love that for her. Love evil gorls

Evil granpa got shoulders daaamn love that for him

Ah it’s Bad Wig Girl.

God seriously why are the wigs so bad. Fucjing Disney. Boo.

Man I miss when Star Wars had cool titles. Phantom Menace. Return of the Jedi. Now it’s just fuckin NAMES.

Oooo interesting place. Old jedi temple? Looks like it.

Aaand her Lekku and Montrals still look like shjt styrofoam.

Okay fun lightsaber trick. At least theh didn’t forget how cool Ahsoka Tano is.

Wonder if we’ll see Morai…

Oh wow. Ahsoka wearss lipgloss ig. Okay.

This is very slow paced. Move a lil girl.

Those remind me a lil of the Zeffo spheres. But if they were filled. Idk maybe I’m making a connection that isn’t there. I just really like Star Wars Jedi games. Their lore was WAY COOL.

What do droids need capes for tho. Like why. That’s literally so fuckin impractical

UH DAVID TENNANT rip

RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP

God I love T-6 shuttles. Best Star Wars ship. I mean other than bobas. But yeah T-6 sexiest SW ship

Do we get to see Sabine soon I miss her

OH MY GOD HERA

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

THE GASP I JUST GUSP

Okay her makeup and contacts really really suck

Hera just. Disbelieving. I get it. She’s so hurt she can’t let herself hurt anymore.

“Does that mean Ezra—“ WEEPING

Hera “oh my god more jedi bullshit I can never escape” Syndulla

SHES NOT FORCE SENSITIVE LEAVE HER ALONE

YAY SABINEEEEEE

Oh lothal so so pretty

RYDER hi!

EZRA MONUMENT?!

Ohhh it’s that wall

Ohhhhhh weeping

SABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

Oh she’s not there

Hehe I love her

OH IS THA—YEDSSS JAI

I love u Jai

God look at them. Look at the wall. Christ. Kanan…

Hehe sabine

SPECTER?! YOURE NOT ALLOWED THAT. YOU DONT DESERBE IT. THATS FOR THE FAMILY. THATS FOR! FAMILY!!!!

Sabine u shit hehe

This is a good actress for her 10/10 thank you for giving yourself to our beloved explosions girl

“She’s crazy” yeah she had years of being stupid with Ezra to make her nuts xoxo

TOWER TOWER TOWER

OHHH KITTH KITTH KITTY AAAH

What’s the kitties name

Ohh it even uses the same loth cat sounds from the show AND real kitty sounds

What’s the NAME of kittyyyyy

Oh Ezra’s stuff 😭

EZRAAAAAAA

“More than others” WHAT?! Okay. Not sure what that means.

YES SISTER OKAY YES. NO SHIPPING. JUST SISTER. AND BROTHER.

Not sure that I like the change that recording brought. But. It’s okay I’ll accept it.

Evil gorl <3

SHES A DUCKIN NIGHTSISTER?!

WHYD she choose such a bland ass name then?!?!!

INQUISITOR?!!!

THATS AN INQUISITOR

SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE *FUCK YOU* LITERALKY S4 OF REBELS CONFIRMED IT SO HARD THAT CHANGING IT WOULD MAKE THIS THE STUPIDEST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF STAR WARS

oh my god. Jesus that was force shit wasn’t it. Fuck that oh my fod DONT MAKE HER FORCE SENSITIVE YOU DUMB FUCKS. IM SO FUCKING MAD.

Haircut time?

No not yet.

That was CRAP dialogue. That was HORRIBLE. Wow. Oh my god fire these writers. So hard.

I do love this music tho. It’s p good.

Okay so far it does NOT make sense how ahsoka arrives at the tower at the end of rebels. This isn’t fair. I loved that scene so much.

Awww chopper drawing.

Okay she’s a puzzle maker now as well as an artist? That’s dumb

GOD SHES NOT. FORCE. SENSITIVE.

THIS IS SO FUCJING STUPID THIS IS DUMB!!!

SHES! NOT!! FORCE!!! SENSITIVE!!!!

And she’s gonna steal it isn’t she hehe she is def Ezra’s sister >:)

Huyang like “I taught this”

Luke so not the only jedi he was meant to be hehe I mean k get it. But also it’s so dumb 😂

SHE DID IT HEHE I LOVE U SABINE

Sad that they didn’t make Lothals mountains just like the ones in the real series.

Towerrr

Kittyyyy

WHAT JS KITTY NAME PLEAS TELL ME

callin him Turkeyleg until told otherwise

Sigh I miss Ezra.

Fucking miss Kanan. It still hurts so much.

It’s been so long does Sabine still hurt? Does she still miss him the way she used to?

Heraaaa hiii 🥰

Hera knows her daughter

Okay so why is holograms so. Sounding like this. It’s more… MORE. Than how they used to sound. Is technology worsening or some shit?? Don’t like that.

Ahsoka stop being MEAN TO MY SABINE.

Yeah SNIPS. Ha.

Heras greatest strength is that she is understanding above all else. And I love her sm for it.

FATHER SON DAUGHTER RIGHT

I better be

Palm hand fist…

Oh.

Okay fine.

Hhhh.

SHES SO SMART I LOVE HERRRRRR

Mr Tukeyleg

OH NO DONT HURT SABINE OR TURKEYLEG

Ah shit yeah I figured

Nothing will ever be easy for her. Nor for ezra.

HELMET

*HIS SABER*

SHES NOT FUCKING FORCE SENSITIVE OKAH

She can use a lightsaber and she can use the Darksaber BUT BY GOD SHE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE

Why are u flying so slow 😭

OH MY Fod

OH MY GOD NO SABINE

No not my girl 😭

Oh is that the end ep 1?

Oh who is Ray? Rest well, Ray <3

Ep two coming in a sec.

[wantonlywindswept]

mando 3.8 liveblog (at least it’s finally over)

alright here we go

hey what happened to not being able to use comms

i will consider it justice if axe dies too

ahh feckin imps with beskar

did they? drug him??? hit him?? HE WAS WALKING FINE BEFOR---nevermind

ewwww they even have flamethrowers???? fuckin mando wannabes

also lol really only 2 of them for din??

baby~!!

no torture for din :(

btw BO YOU LET THE INFANT WANDER OFF ON HIS OWN??

tracking?? WHY IS HE RED AND GROGU A GREEN DOT oh cos droid mb? that would make sense. fucking hilarious if they were color-coordinated by gideon tho lmao

scomp. what. what is that word

frankly surprised R5 wasn’t scrapped tbh, he DID deserve it

guys you. you cannot make another R2. i do not have emotional investment in a droid that betrayed the covert

din why ask questions when you can’t understand him

yes! yes if axe dies on the cruiser as his epic death scene i will allow it for paz

fuckin love mandalorians just. flinging themselves out into space. love them.

ah yes the stupid vader shields

IS THIS GONNA BE ANOTHER DUEL OF THE FATES bc it can’t, that shit was too cool to be remade

mmmmm knives

PARRY THIS BLADE BETWEEN THE ARMOR YOU FILTHY CASUALS

i am loving all of his kicky moves

tube people! 

are these the mandalorian jedi i wanted--oh my god the bitch cloned himself THE NARCISSIM. i mean im not surprised but

damn that life beneath the surface though, so green

oh boo that means the armorer isn’t the spy doesn’t it

is it just gonna be ‘facist chick and gideon were the spies for the evil facism council’?? so boring.

oh my god that flying saber pose pls

lol u bitches wanna try to take on mandos mid-air? you’re not THAT good of copies

I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT HE WANTED TO PUT THE FORCE INTO CLONES/MANDALORIANS I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT DEMAGOLKA 2.0

technically he exploded them before they could draw their first breath

guys beskar v beskar hand to hand is. silly.

ohh worm? mando vs shithead fake siths?

baby jedi vs sith??

oh god that heartbroken little ‘no’ din yelled

guys you’re being beaten by a giggling infant

oh gideon totes put an exoskeleton in his suit didn’t he, loser

no. no. no. really? really bo vs gideon? my fucking god it hate it.

we were shown how gideon vs mando was important, their fight vs each other during the seasons, and the fight gets passed over to bo. like yeah i get din saving his kid more important but i just. the lack of payout.

woves you’re still alive?

OH?? OHHHHHHHHH UIT BROKE? IT BROKE IT BROKE IT BROKE FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH

seriously the classist bitch gets to live but paz doesn’t??? lame. uber lame. go down with your fucking ship woves

so slippy slidey

okay if gideo died in that fire they abso---NEVERMIND BABY FOR THE WIN

damn love that precedent being taken advantage of. would love if more things were too

rip the great forge

oh??? mythosaur??????? please??????

oh no ragnar

why you gotta be like this

oh i guess they didn’t count his as complete

FUICKING. BAPTISM??

oh we gonna baptize grogu now too?

OH? OH I WAS FUCKING RIGHT YOU DIDNT CONSIDER YOURSELF A DAD YET YOU MOTHERFUCKING GO ON, SAY THE FGUCKING WORDS FUCKING DO IT

MYHSAUR NOW??  FOR MANDO JEDI???

DIN GROGU HELL YEAH. also does that mean the naming styles are eastern asian style? IS DIN ACTUALLY HIS LAST NAME. WOT. is ‘din’ some form of appellation? WHAT IS GOING ON

oh my god are y0ou fuckign srs he has to leave mandalore already what is this SHIT

MTYHOSAUR??? BABY SEE MYTHOSAUR????

oh worm visiting the pubs? yay more carson!!

oh my god are we ACTUALLY bringing back the droid

lawls vacation cabin, glad to see the secondary ‘obtain a house’ quest was fulfilled

oh god we brought the droid back as the marshall

din get a landscaper in there

congratulations din djarin on successfully becoming the npc side character he always wanted to be

[15ktherapy]

I wonder how many of my issues I could blame my dad for. like he’s not evil or anything but he does suck. it’s okay though I can bully him so it’s fine. it’s funny though . Bros like you remember things I think you really shouldn’t. And I get to sit next to him and laugh like yeah funny how that works. kids can be traumatized fun fact. they remember that shit. Fun Fact. I don’t say that to him I just laugh in his face. because I’m evil. it’s okay though because I can tell him I don’t like him and it hurts his feelings. L bozo. that’s what u get. oh my god I think I picked up my emotional deceit from my dad. the double layer fake out….. stares blankly into space. whatever I’m better at it so who cares. I wonder if he remembers making me sit out of best activity ever. there was this school activity I did in the fourth grade and he literally went up to my school and demanded I sit out the class. God that’s so embarrassing. it was so fucking embarrassing. everyone gets to have fun. I sit in the corner. just me. all me. all by myself. you know if you stand out people look at you? yeah. fun. and I really liked Activity too. I wonder if this is why I don’t have any life passions. except drawing a little. you can’t take away my ability to draw u less you fucking bound my hands suck on that old man. well and it’s the most easily available thing ever. especially to do in school. ohhhh I’m drawing ? what are you gonna do about it? take the pencil? then what am I supposed to take notes withIDIOT ???? maybe I fear the take away. hmmm.

sorry still haven’t found a job yet so I’m being philosophical. I’ve applied for like six and only gotten a reply from one but that place was way farther away than I thought so umm. Don’t think I can take that. Also they wanted me to do a recorded interview. insane. just vibe check me through email like a real man.

I wonder if I should make a resume. I don’t have anything to put on it except “never had a job before please be nice to me” maybe that could get me pity. hmmmm

oh there’s this weird thing my dad does where he’s like I Should Get U A Gun. and I ignore that because it’s stupid. I have knives man. and then he’s like you probably shouldn’t have those. or a gun. Homeslice ur the one who brings it up all the time. I can have knives if I want. BLEHHHHHH. the gun is a cowards weapon anyway. I have a whole thing with that. ITS TRUE THEY ARE. let’s see how can I trace this back. ummm one time when I was a kid there was something on the radio about a guy getting beat to death with a rock (by multiple ppl) and my dad (white Texan man) is like oh what are the liberals gonna ban rocks too ? and me, not sure how old I was but younger than I think I should’ve been, is like. that’s stupid. it’s circa 2015 or something I’m like twelve and I’m like well that’s fucking stupid. because it is. if you want to shoot someone you have to what? pick the thing up maybe flick it’s safety off and pull the trigger? dude you have to put so much effort into beating someone to death with a rock. it’s a fucking rock. anyway the point is the argument is stupid. it’s not “this thing can cause death so it’s bad” it’s more about the ease of the whole thing. murder should be personal. if you want to kill me put some fuckin effort into it, pussy. if you want to kill someone you should have to put the effort in. just My Opinion. stare into my eyes while you kill me dude. murder should rlly be about acknowledgement. awwww little baby wanna hide behind something to kill me ? can’t even look me in the eye? booooooooooo. bitch. do it urself coward. stab me.

[softboyluvr]

hi hi hi! i absolutely LOVE your fuckin fics duuuude! it’s so hard to find cute cedric fics and i’m LIVING for yours hehe <33

i have a request if it’s not too much :)

cedric and a gender neutral!reader (but if it’s easier you can do fem!reader) having a rainy day inside of ced’s dorm and going through his wardrobe and taking his clothes until he catches you and just gives u so much love AUUUUGH-!

once again if this is too much of a request you don’t have to fulfill it!! if you have any questions dm me!!!!

much love, jaylen xx

hihihi!!! i was so happy to hear (read?) that you like my writing and i was sooo excited to get to write this request (it is so cute i kicked my legs a little) so i hope i did it justice and you like it <3

plain sight

cedric diggory x gn! reader

(no pronouns used)

warnings: intentional lower caps, not proofread

his clothes were really nothing out of the ordinary. except, of course, they were his. and they were soft and inexplicably warm but above all they all smelled like him. that’s why you found yourself standing in front of his wardrobe on a thursday afternoon while he was out on quidditch practice. 

winter was fast approaching and you couldn’t ask your furnace of a boyfriend to keep you warm every night but, you knew a sweater of his would do the trick just fine. you also knew he would never notice some of his clothes being missing, as long as you kept it down to five items at most. he never noticed when you took his things or at least that’s what you thought. 

cedric’s practice had ended earlier than usual today due to the expected rain that would soon fall on the castle. there was nothing he wished more in the world than cuddling up to you in his dorm room, except for perhaps a shower. 

he all but skipped his way to his room, overly eager to spend the rest of the day surrounded by the smell of your shampoo while he listened to you talk. he silently opened his door as to not disrupt the peace of the hall and avoid drawing attention towards himself, and only as he closed the door to his prefect room did he see you. or well, the back of you. you were so lost in your mission of rummaging through his closet that you missed how he took a couple steps towards you and finally wrapped his arms around your middle, effectively startling you. 

“can’t say i’m surprised to see where my clothes have been shipping off. i just wondered when i would see this scene with my own eyes” he said with a smile as he pressed his lips to the space right below your ear, leaving a series of kisses there. 

“you knew?”

“of course i knew my love. your scent lingers when you return my things”

you turned in his embrace so that you were now face to face. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“why would i?” he leaned down to kiss your lips but you leaned backwards. earning a frown from him. 

“you’re not upset?”

he squeezed at your sides and repeated his question. “why would i? it seems my things were made for you to wear” he again leaned down to peck your lips and this time you let him. “i even started to leave the things that didn’t smell like you anymore where you would find them and take them”

you laughed at this. “what?”

“i could tell which things were your favorite” the pull between your brows didn’t loosen. “the brown hoodie disappears more often than not, and sometimes i see my spare tie used as an accessory. you somehow always forget a scarf when we’re going down to hogsmeade and i saw my red sweater under my jean jacket in an outfit you wore sometime last week”

he fell back on his bed and sat there, face nuzzled on your chest. “i found all of those things lying around”

he hummed, eyes still closed. “you know i’m not a messy guy”

and he wasn’t, never a thing out of it’s assigned place. and yet the best pieces, your favorite pieces, were always lying around in plain sight. you looked down at him, his eyes now open and looking up at you. a smile making his cheeks puffy. 

“i missed you today” he hummed and pulled you down to sit on his lap. pressing a loving kiss to your temple. “now what can a guy do to get you on that blue sweater you like and under the covers with me? i could use a nap”

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requests are open

[crikeygatormate]

Tied Down (Part One)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You've been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakugou Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on your way back to the top you find out there's more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

Hi friends, back again with Cowboy!Bakugou! I'm pretty excited about this one :) It's got some good tropes rivals to lovers, sort of a love triangle, and some good old drama and spice lmao I'm not sure how long this will be, but I guess around six or seven parts! This first part is a little short, just to get the ball rolling lol think its about 5k?

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of an accident, someone becoming paralyzed, dub-con, only a little bit of grinding lmao kind of a love triangle

Part Two! Part Three!

Part One

There was something brewing in the air the night you saw him. The wind had stilled, the air grew thick with moisture, and the smell of rain tickled your nose. Tension was high and you could feel it and the horses could too. 

That night was an important one, probably the most important one of your career. It practically determined if you would be able to keep your family's ranch or not. You were in the final champion show for reining horses and the pool of riders was small, just you and about twenty others. Apparently, you were expected to win, at least so you thought.

That all changed when he showed up on his big blue roan stallion and you instantly knew that you had lost. He got a perfect score and a standing ovation from the crowd, that night his horse had become the number one reining horse in the whole country. 

You ended up having to pull out before you ran, his horse had kicked yours in the knee, hard, on the way out of the arena in a scuffle you thought had to be fate. Both stallions never even acknowledge each other until you locked your gaze with his. He didn’t even apologize, all he did was turn his nose up at you and told you to “get a better hold on that damn stud, its a fuckin’ wonder you even made it this far.”

Those words lit a fire under you that would burn hot and bright for three years and for three years you worked hard to climb back up to the top of the ranks, and along the way you would never forget the face of Bakugou Katsuki, the man that took everything away from you.

------------------------------ Three Years Later—------------------

His face was everywhere you turned and so was that fucking blue roan. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the magazine in your hands, staring into the red gaze of Bakugou Katsuki.

“If you keep glarin’ at that magazine any longer it’s gonna catch on fire,” Toshinori’s deep voice sounded from next to you.

You sighed, drawing your gaze away from your number one rival, well at least in your mind he was your number one rival. “I know,” you answered with a sigh, “it’s just why does everyone kiss the ground this guy walks on? He’s not that great.”

“He’s number one,” Toshinori answered loosely.

“Well I’m gonna be number one too,” you seethed, “just wait, this year it’s gonna change.”

Toshinori looked at you, his expression was soft, yet it held mild concern. He had always looked out for you, being your father’s best friend and all. Once your father passed away, and you lost the ranch, he stepped up and tried to make sure you would fill your dad’s boots, but it proved to be harder than he thought. You had the potential for sure, but you were hot-headed and stubborn.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that, Toshi,” you sighed as the announcer told the crowd that the competition was about to start.

Toshinori sighed as he ran a hand through his straw colored hair, “I know, but kid, you’ve gotta cool off, that horse of yours gets too riled up when you do and you mess up. Both of you can’t be too hot out there or you’ll keep gettin’ second.”

“I know that,” you said through gritted teeth as your gaze cut to your stallion. He had gotten older, probably older than most stallions in the show, but he was your pride and joy, a big dunskin with four white socks. He was a good horse, mean as hell when he needs to be, which you liked, that meant he was smart. 

However, you did acknowledge you both were too hot in the arena. Too insync with each other needs to go, to be number one. So you nodded and sighed, letting your shoulders relax as you reined in your anger. 

Today you would be calm. Nothing could even go wrong really, this was just a qualifying bracket and an early one too. Your horse was way too good to not get first right now. If you won this bracket you’d move up and then you’d be three shows away from competing with Bakugou. 

“Go get on, you’re about to run,” Toshinori’s voice cut into your thoughts.

You glanced up at your uncle and nodded, deciding to keep quiet as you got on your horse and made your way into the arena. You were the first one to go. The crowd was sparse, but that didn’t matter to you, you weren’t there to impress, like a certain someone you knew. 

The announcer called your name and number and you set off, going through your course pretty smoothly until you came to your last sliding stop. As your horse slid across the arena dirt you suddenly locked eyes with the last person you were expecting to see at your show.

Bakugou.

In fact, he was sitting right next to Toshinori, listening as your uncle rambled about something, but he was watching you. He had his legs crossed at the knee, showing off his fancy new boots that you could tell cost him a pretty penny. 

You narrowed your eyes and backed your horse up before patting the side of his neck. He was breathing hard, and so were you. The fire inside of your belly got hot with anger as your rival lifted his lips up into a smirk. 

You turned your horse away from him and made your way out of the arena and back towards your trailer and truck that were parked. Some voices sounded from behind you and you didn’t even bother to look back, you knew whose voice that was. That deep timbre accented with a country twang that had all your girlfriends raging. 

With a disgruntled sigh you stopped your horse and got off, still keeping to yourself as you led him up to where his halter was tied at the trailer. 

“Did good out there, kid,” Toshinori said as he patted your horse's bum, “Cowboy is easily gonna take the win on this one.”

“Didn’t keep your hands soft though,” Bakugou quickly added in before you could say your thanks to your uncle.

“Don’t talk to me about soft hands,” you hissed as you took off your horse's bridle and placed his halter back on, roughly tying the rope by the side of his cheek while he started to grab at his hay net. 

“Bakugou does have soft hands, darlin’,” Toshinori gently said. Even though he knew you hated Bakugou’s guts, he also knew that he’d be a great teacher to you. Teach you patience and how to cool off, something he had to teach Bakugou himself. Granted he had to admit your temper was much more fiery than the blond next to him.

You clenched your jaw, muttering something venomous under your breath as you undid the girth of your saddle.

“What was that?” Bakugou asked, lifting an eyebrow as he moved up next to you, and easily lifted the saddle from your horse's back.

“Nothin’,” you snapped, watching as he easily placed your saddle back on its rack in the tack section of your trailer. “I had that.”

“Y/n,” Toshinori hissed quietly from behind you, “let the poor boy help ya, okay? He’s trying to extend - wadda you call it?- an olive branch?”

“Olive branch or not, he’s full of it,” you sneered, eyeing Bakugou as he snooped through your tack, “you and I both know he’s just sniffin’ out the competition. Does this every year, it gets his rivals unnerved. You saw what happened to Izuku last year? Yeah, you and I both know Izuku doesn’t just fall off his horse during a spin, Bakugou got all up in his head.”

Toshinori’s lips flattened into a flat line, he seemed displeased that you brought up his favorite student, practically his other adopted son besides Bakugou. “Katsuki isn’t like that, don’t you dare blame him.”

“Yeah fuckin’ right, Toshi. You just can’t see it cause you love him like he’s your own, but I can. He’s a snake, plays dirty as hell to get what he wants. Even to his best friend, Izuku, and he’ll do it to me too. Your actual family,” you said, feeling your anger flare as you turned on your heel heading towards Bakugou who was looking at your horse's stifles.

“These look a little sore, probably need to get them injected,” he said, lips quirked up again at the sight of your deepening frown.

“Yeah? Are you a vet?” you scoffed as you kicked his knee, prompting him to stand up. He was tall, you'd give him that. Probably around 6’4 without his boots on. You knew he liked to use his height to intimidate people, but that didn’t work on you. Not anymore. “Get the hell out of here, I know what you’re doin’ and it’s not gonna work.”

“And what would that be, princess?” Bakugou drawled as he leaned against your trailer.

“You’re trying to get in my head, make me mess up,” you answered while folding your arms across your chest. “It’s not gonna work this year, Katsuki. I’m gonna take that number one spot from you.”

Bakugou’s playful dememour instantly turned dark at your threat, he laughed, it was deep and mocking. “I highly doubt that. You can try, but just like all the years past you’ll mess up. Get all tangly in that head of yours,” he said as he flicked you in the forehead.

“Ouch!” you hissed, rubbing your forehead as you glared up at him. “That supposed to scare me? C’mon Bakugou, you can do better than that,” you hissed glancing back at your uncle who was on his phone and not listening, which allowed you to lean into Bakugou closer, “I know what you said to Izuku last year, don’t think that’s gonna work on me.”

An emotion flashed across Bakugou’s face that you couldn’t place, but you quickly guessed it might have been guilt, which was strange. However, it was quickly replaced with a smug smirk, “you think so? Then you better watch out, princess, you’ll be next.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “alright, sure. Go and get, I’m tired of lookin’ at you.”

Bakugou huffed, glancing up at your uncle who was now watching you both, “yeah whatever, work on your hands? I want to have some actual competition this year, ya know?”

You snorted and shook your head as you watched him turn on his heel and walk towards his obnoxiously large black truck. Well, you both had the same truck but yours was better. “Let’s go home,” you said aloud.

—-----------------

“Don’t you think you should listen to him?” your friend Tsu asked as she rode past you on her large warmblood gelding. 

“My hands are soft,” you said with a huff as you loosened your reins.

Tsu shook her head as he cantered up towards a high jump. You could hear her counting her strides before her horse leaped over the jump and landed perfectly on the other side. She rode back up to you and came to a stop, “he’s right, you extend your shoulder too far out, I think you’re just being nice to Cowboy. He’d do better with more contact on his bit.”

You frowned as you grabbed your reins and adjusted your arm so you weren’t letting it hang too far over the saddle. It’s not like you didn’t have soft hands, you did, but that’s when you were riding English. Which is where you met your friend Tsu. Both of you met when you were younger and learned everything you knew about riding.

“That’s better,” she said as she watched you trot around her. “I hate to say it, but maybe you should let Bakugou give you a lesson?”

Tsu!” you almost screeched causing her horse to jump at the shrill tone of your voice, “you did not just say that!”

Tsu laughed, “just kidding, Y/n, but maybe go watch him ride?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you mulled over her suggestion, “I guess I could. Maybe get inside his head.”

“Sure sure,” Tsu said with another chuckle as she glanced down at her watch, “look I gotta go, but text me if you’re going to that bar tonight with Ochako and Momo?”

“I will, just be ready by ten just in case,” you said as you watched Tsu head back to the stable. You were currently working as a ranch manager on Toshinori’s ranch which allowed Tsu to board her horse at his stable for cheap. It was a nice gig and Toshi paid you well, despite you being his niece. 

Granted he needs the extra help anyway. You swallowed thickly as a memory flashed in your eyes. You took a shaky breath before heading back to the stables and watching Tsu peel out of the driveway in her green car. 

You dismounted Cowboy and began untacking him again and let him loose around the stable so he could graze. He was good for a stallion, you trained him well, so you didn’t have to worry too much about him getting to the mares or the other horses. You’d still put him up before you left anyway.

“He’s always been a good one, hasn’t he?” a gentle voice said from inside of the stables.

You squinted as you watched Izuku wheel out of the stable with a solemn look on his face. “Yeah, Cowboy is a special horse.”

“I know, you’ve trained him up pretty good, Y/n,” Izuku said with a small smile as he stopped his wheelchair in front of you.

You smiled down at Izuku. What had happened to him was tragic. He was neck and neck with Bakugou during last year's championship competition. You thought he was better than Bakugou actually, he had raw talent and a work ethic that was insane.

Although during his run last year something that seemed impossible happened, Izuku came out strong but once he got to his last spin his horse slipped and landed right on Izuku crushing his lower back and paralyzing him almost immediately. 

You knew Bakugou had been taunting him before, telling him not to hold his reins too tight, don’t press his heel too hard into his horse's side, relax in the saddle or something would go wrong. All things to unnerve Izuku and for Izuku to have a fall like that, whether it was his fault or his horse just slipped, you would always blame Bakugou for trying to get into Izuku’s head, mess with him. It wasn’t right. 

You’d never forget the cry that Izuku let out when his horse landed on him or the shock in his voice when he shouted he couldn’t feel his legs, it was horrifying. 

“You okay?” Izuku asked, tilting his head as his green curls fell to the side of his face.

You nodded and plastered on a smile, “yeah, and hey we got first yesterday. Gonna knock Bakugou down from the top this year.”

Izuku smiled, “I’m sure you will, Y/n.”

“Thanks Izu,” you said with a smile as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Y/n,” Izuku began as he gazed out into the open arena, “I know you blame him, but he didn’t do this. I just want you to know that, it was just an accident.”

You curled your fingers into Izuku’s shoulder, “He shouldn’t have been telling you all of that before your run. He got into your head, made you nervous Izu.”

“He did do that, but I’ve made peace that it was an accident,” Izuku said, even though there was a small hint of anger in his voice.

“If you think so,” you said quietly, watching your best friend gaze out across the field to where some of the horses were grazing, including his now gelded stallion.

Izuku nodded and gave you a small smile, “have fun tonight, don’t let Ochako talk to any other guys,” he teased.

You snorted, “she’s only got eyes for you, Izu.”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed and he looked away from you trying to conceal his grin.

You grinned and ruffled his hair before heading inside to get ready to have fun with your friends, but the nagging voice in your head told you that Izuku should be with you too. 

—---------------------

The bar you were in was a bit interesting, but it was your favorite. There was a big dance floor in the middle, lots of places to sit, some places to play pool, and a mechanical bull. However, the best part was that off to the far right there was a small indoor arena where there would be bull riding at midnight.

It was pretty entertaining and it helped you loosen up a bit. Which you needed, you were acutely aware of the stick up your ass right now.

The music was loud as you chugged down a whiskey sour before reaching for another one, feeling your body become buzzed with the alcohol. It felt nice to be feeling so light for once.

“Ooh! Look! They’re about to ride the bulls,” Momo shouted as she dragged you across the bar and towards the arena where you both climbed onto a table to get a better look.

“What about Tsu and Ochako?” you slurred as you fixed your crop top.

“They’ll catch up!” Momo shouted as the lights turned on and the announcer started to hype up the crowd as the guys in the pen got the first bull ready.

“First up we’ve got Eijirou Kirishima or better known as Red Riot! He’s well known around here, never seen a guy take as many horns to the side as him, dude’s built like a boulder!” the announcer shouted as the crowd went wild.

Your eyes widened as you watched the largest guy you’ve ever seen get on his bull, which was huge too. He had a mass of wild red hair and laughed as his buddies slapped him on the shoulder. 

“That’s like your dream guy, Y/n,” Momo said loudly as she watched your face, you were in utter awe.

“I know,” you said as you mindlessly took a sip of your drink. 

“Better go get ‘em before the other girls do,” Momo said with a giggle as she nudged your arm, “you gotta let loose for once.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes glued to Kirishima as his ride started. He was good, hanging on tight as he kept one arm up while the bull bucked wildly around the small arena. You let out a gasp as the bulls head slammed back into Kirishima’s face causing his mask to fly off, but he held on until the timer buzzed and then let go. He landed rather roughly but managed to scramble to his feet and climb the fence.

In a brief moment you caught his scarlet gaze and he grinned and wiped the blood off his face from his nose. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Momo asked, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded, a slow grin growing on your face as you watched Kirishima hop off the fence and towards the back after his bull exited the arena. “He did.”

—----------

Across the bar, Bakugou was nursing a warm beer as Denki continued to ramble on about how he breaks in colts to the girl snuggled into his side. 

“Look who's here,” Shindo said from next to Bakugou as he set his beer down, “Y/n’s up on that table with Shoto’s girl, yeah?”

Bakugou turned his gaze towards you to see you standing on your toes, dressed in something he doesn't usually see you in. He then watched as you hopped off the table and practically sprinted towards the arena. “The hell is she scurrying off to?”

“Who knows,” Shindo said with a yawn, “that one is trouble though, mean as hell, just like that stud she has,” he added as he rubbed his arm, there was a small scar there from when your horse bit him.

Bakugou huffed, cutting his gaze to Cami who had come back by his side and placed her hand on his chest, “got your drink?”

She nodded, grinning as she took a sip of her drink, “yup, thanks for paying, Kats.”

He nodded, giving her cheek a small pinch between his fingers as he turned his gaze back towards you. To his surprise you were talking with one of his close friends, Eijirou Kirishima. He was a bull rider and did some ranch work on the side, pushing cattle and such.

“Oh she’s talking to Eijirou,” Shindo said with a snort, “he better watch out, sure she bites too.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sero finally spoke up from the other side of the booth, “she’s rejected you like four times, Shindo.”

“Yeah whatever,” Shindo said with a snort as he took a heavy sip from his beer.

Bakugou furrowed his brows as he watched his friend tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and he felt something heavy settle in his stomach like lead.

—-----------------

“You’re really good,” you said rather awkwardly to Kirishima who had just tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he said with a chuckle as he let his hand drop down next to his side again.

You nodded, “yeah,” you trailed off, feeling your face turn hot.

Kirishima laughed, “you’re cute, you wanna dance?” he asked as he held his hand out for you.

Your eyes widened, “um okay, I’m not very good though."

He laughed again as his hand engulfed yours, “that’s okay, just follow my lead. I’ll take good care of ya.”

You smiled as you let him lead you onto the dance floor and he immediately pulled you in close. He was tall, pushing 6’6 and you were level with his chest, which meant you had to look up to see his face. 

Kirishima placed his hand on the small of your back and held your hand in his as he began to pull you along to the music, making you laugh.

“Gonna twirl ya, ready?” he asked, his scarlet eyes shining under the multicolored lights.

You nodded, grateful that the alcohol was making you more relaxed and definitely looser, or you knew you’d be stiff as a board in his arms. A small shout escaped you as he twirled you and then dropped you down into a dip, making you scramble to grab onto him.

“You’re just too cute sweetheart,” he cooed, giving you a wide smile and exposing a set of perfectly white teeth.

You nearly melted as he pulled you back up flush against him. He smelled good too, like spice and just a little bit of alcohol. It was almost addicting as he pulled you close to him again, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand as he led you both around the dance floor.

The song soon ended and you found yourself back in a secluded booth sipping on another whiskey sour as Kirishima told you about his day job of working as a ranch hand at Crimson Ranch. 

“So what about you darlin’?” Kirishima asked as he pulled you closer to him and rested his big hands on your thighs.

“Oh I work as a ranch manager for my uncle’s ranch now, but I rein,” you answered as you felt yourself lean into him.

“Really?” Kirishima drawled as he inched his hands up further on your bare thighs, “well, believe it or not, I’ve seen you ride before, you’re talented.”

Your eyes widened, “you have?”

Kirishima nodded, “yeah, one of my friends does reining too, he’s pretty good, but I’d reckon you’re better,” he said with a wink.

If he hadn't already won you over with the smooth talking and dancing he sure did now. “Yeah?”

Kirishima nodded, as he helped you settle onto his lap. He gazed up at you as he placed his hands on your hips and hooked his thumbs into your belt loops and pulled you flush against him, “oh yeah, you and that dunskin make a good pair, you gonna bring home the championship this year?”

“Now you’re just tryin’ to butter me up,” you said, trying to keep your cool as you resisted the urge to grind down on him.

Kirishima almost purred, “nah, just tellin’ the truth darlin’.”

You lifted an eyebrow, “dunno, not sure if I believe ya.”

“No?” Kirishima teased as he watched you lean over, you both were so close that your lips were just barely grazing his.

“No,” you answered, letting your eyes close as he pressed his lips to yours. A soft sigh escaped you as you kissed him. He tasted like whiskey and a little bit of blood, but that didn’t bother you. All that you could think of was his hands on you and the warm feeling starting to spread into your limbs from your tummy.

Kirishima nipped at your lip making you whine as you tangled your hands into his mane of hair and pressed yourself closer against him, so close that you coud feel the planes of muscle through his flannel and the bulge in his jeans.

You broke away to catch your breath as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your jaw and down the side of your neck as you rocked your hips against his, gasping into his ear as the buckle of his belt pressed aginst your core just right.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kirishima groaned as he squeezed your sides and spread his legs more, he was fixing to run his hand under your crop top, but he caught sight of someone marching up towards him.

“Kiri,” you muttered, voice needy as he pressed his hand to your lower back making you whine softly.

“Hold on sweetheart,” he whispered sweetly into your ear, “Katsuki, what’s up dude?”

You froze, Katsuki? Dread filled your veins like ice as you stiffened in Kirishima’s big arms.

“The hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s deep voice cut through your syrupy haze like a hot knife.

“What I want, mind your own business, yeah?” Kirishima said with a large smirk, which only grew as he felt you stiffen even more, “look ya scared her.”

You gulped and turned your head to look at Bakugou over your shoulder.

Bakugou held your gaze, trying to avoid looking at your swollen lips or the red marks on your neck, or the fact that he could see Kirishima still grinding up into you. He swallowed thickly and narrowed his eyes at you before finally speaking, “better not miss your lesson tomorrow, princess.”

“Lesson?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in shock.

“Your uncle set it up a few hours ago, don’t be late, it's at eight tomorrow morning,” Bakugou said while rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel and headed out towards the front door, reaching his hand out for Cami to grab.

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I am SO curious in the Ghost of Nick Close AU as to Nick's reaction toward seeing Glenn again post prison, how UNHINGED he'd become, naming the Rat 'Nick Jr' and how much of it was clearly through him being fucked up over losing him...

I have tried drawing this multiple times over but I can’t get it right so you only get the initial reaction. How DARE Glenn wear an armour suit at all, that stuff be annoying af to draw.

I’ll write down the idea I had for it all tho 🤘

So like what happens is Nick sees his dad and is, obviously, pretty damn stoked! He starts striding up to him, containing his excitement and saying “shit Glenn, you look badass!! I know doing time makes some people grizzled and all but holy shit!” Tryna keep it chill you know?

He goes for a handshake but Glenn just walks right through him. Nick stills as Glenn keeps going straight for Nicholas. When Glenn puts HIS hand out for a predator shake Nicholas just looks at his hand and then past him to where Nick is staring at them with this look.

At this point Nicholas feels a little bit angry FOR Nick. Because on the way there I’d say that Nick would’ve been hyping up this moment. Nicholas can see him, cool. Rad. But his DAD? OBVIOUSLY they’d immediately be reunited, nothing could keep the Close boys apart! They’re thick as thieves and all they have is each other so Glenn would DEFINITELY be able to see him!!

Yet there he sees basically his new best ghostly friend fuckin HEARTBROKEN that this didn’t happen. That they’re both so close and yet so far. The one person Nick had left. But also now this asshole just walks up to him like all’s good? Like being a shithead during the adventure was just over? So Nicholas just brushes it off with veiled annoyance and tries to just get back to his dad. Also to subtly try and check on Nick.

HOWEVER, Nick Jr on the other hand is confused, he saw a vaguely human shaped blob pass through Glenn and it smells just like him AND this kid that Glenn approached. So like, he doesn’t know what the fucks up with that.

Nick’s kinda just shrugging it off at this point, burying down the crushed emotions and moving on. If Glenn can’t see him now maybe there’s another way!

Then boom Glenn goes to attack Jodie and Nick is just feeling so many things, his dad just attacked this guy thinking Nicholas is HIM. Nick at first didn’t appreciate Jodie like, at all, but he’s seen how Jodie acts with Nicholas, he’s attentive, he makes sure he’s doing okay and he’s PRESENT. He would never admit that he’s slightly jealous, because that’s lame, however watching his dad rage at this guy feels really not goooood.

Updates on everyone else’s knowledge of the situation at this point.

Jodie: doesn’t know anything but thinks something is bothering Nicholas and is concerned about THAT.

Darryl: Paeden fuckin told him and he was trying to figure out how to tell Glenn when they got the chance.

Ron: listened in to a few of Nicholas’ convos and kind of got the gist before Darryl explained it properly

Henry: he did a little wild shape at some point and saw a blurry ass humanoid blob around Nicholas before they made it back into Meth Bay, consulted the other dads and Darryl filled him in on what Paeden said.

Paeden: realised that Glenn can’t see Nick and that this entire thing is very fucked up! He would like this fixed real fast!

Anyways Nick does not realise that Nick Jr is there until he fuckin climbs out while Paeden and Glenn attempt to finger tut and he’s like “HOLY SHIT RATATOUILLE.” Then yadda yadda he screams at the sight of spider Henry, spider Henry sees blurry Nick blob again.