this is hardly the only reason i would like to hit scott lobdell in the head with a shovel, and not even close to the main one, but. it gets added to the list.
(the fact that this is meant to be the equivalent of the infamous heads-in-a-bag scene in utrh makes it all the more insulting smh. where are the heads. let 👏 jason 👏 behead 👏 people)
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i don’t usually participate in crossover fandom (its just not my cup of tea) but omg your jason should adopt gwen post had me THINKING
anyways here’s a super quick, messy doodle of loser older brother!jason and younger sister!gwennie
(i’ve now fully committed and now im thinking of gwen interacting with the batgirls and augh)
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FRAN I WAS SO STUNNED IN A GOOD WAY WHEN I SAW THIS,MY BLORBOS WHO ARE FOUND FAMILY🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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i’m not cooking. i never cook. i can’t cook. i’m not cooking. i’m not
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In response to the most recent events on the Hermit Craft, new rules have been added to the How to Be a Mad Scientist in Outer Space instruction manual:
Don't drag ancient portal tech from derelict planets onto your spacecraft,
Don't fiddle around with said portal tech by yourself with no one else around,
Don't jump through the portal because you think it would be fun
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random one piece characters as Grandson songs
Sabo:
koby:
Law:
Vivi:
Zoro:
Usopp:
Ace:
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Crying and screaming I can't find the original file and only 2 fucking screenshots
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if Jimmy becomes an outlaw in s2 I have the perfect name for him dsjksdhj
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( for caligo ) ‘ TRUTH ‘ + do you actually feel like killing criminals is the right thing to do? Do you think that 'Caligo' is something that Gotham truly needs? Does the world really need the 'Outlaws'?
Truths II Accepting
Tim’s lips drew into a tight frown. “Who’s asking?”
But—that wasn’t enough; it was like the answer was being forced from him, like whatever was affecting his system wouldn’t let him leave it at that.
“Ugh, okay…Whatever, fine. The truth is, I’m not sure anymore. I thought so, but someone,” he huffed, “has been pretty insistent that I debate him on this, and he’s been winning way more than I’d like.”
Tim’s eyes grew distant and pained. “I’d like to believe that I was right, and that my methods differing from… Batman’s… was necessary. That both methods were helping to clean up Gotham.
"...But maybe mine wouldn’t be so necessary if the system we had actually worked towards real rehabilitation, y'know?
“After all, I’ve gotten more than my fair share of second, third, sixth, chances. Why shouldn’t someone else get a shot at that?”
He rubbed a hand over his weary face. “But on the flipside of that, how does someone rehabilitate guys like Carmine Falcone, or Roman Sionis, or Lex Luthor? Guys like that just don’t change, because they aren’t doing what they do because of some sob story; they legitimately believe that they're right, and it would take a literal miracle to convince them otherwise—and they’re too slippery for the law, to boot, so they never actually see consequences. It’s…” He sighed. “It’s something I just can’t ignore. If no one else can punish these guys, then why can’t I? Or—The Outlaws? …I dunno.”
He stared at his feet. “Because—as for the Outlaws… I mean, of course the world needs us. Methodology aside, we’re still vigilantes, and we’re still taking steps to make the world safer. So, the world needs them; just as much as I—”
He swallowed. “Well, at any rate, the world needs them. With or without me there. Not that I… want to leave the team, but… they’ve made it fairly clear what will happen if I start using the Bat’s methods again, so… Yeah. With or without me… the world needs all the help it can get. I just hope someday we’ll all figure out what type of help that is.
“Because I just… don’t seem to know anymore.”
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3 THINGS TO KNOW WHEN MEETING AN OUTLAW BIKER AKA 1%er
THE RIGHT WAY TO MEET A 1%ER AKA OUTLAW BIKER. I thought about this question a lot lately because of the protocol channels trying to give an over complicated answer to this question. I get it, many people don’t know where to start when it comes to getting in a club, so I’ve decided to give my two cents. An outlaw biker or 1%er is just like any other person, yes I said person, they are regular…
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wright Before: well archaic or not nevertheless it was an interesting read i may improve my potion-making techniques this way ^^
wright After: OBSOLETE. who's talking OBSOLETE at my techniques, show me that ministry head and i'll cut it off, it isn't smart, it wants-- THEY'RE THE REASON WE CAN'T HAVE BLASTING CHARLIE'S SPARKLES ANYMORE OR ANY FUNKY THINGS ANY LONGER.
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It's time y'all.
Let's talk about HOBIE & RACE
- It is not problematic to say that Hobie would display black solidarity by finding black women in specific attractive.
- It is not problematic to say that Hobie would possibly like a partner who could understand his experiences with racism.
- It is not problematic to say he would possibly like a partner who understands how to take care of his hair, or shares the same hair texture.
- It is not problematic to say that Hobie would find beauty in features specific to the black race - when we have been told those features are undesirable in every way for centuries.
We gotta talk about how Colorblindness is forced on Black Characters - Hobie in Specific
Y'all - it's time we have a VERY VERY overdue conversation about Hobie Brown and Race.
Because it is a necessary one.
Hobie Brown, The Black!Reader, & Representation -
aka Black people are not Colorblind - and neither is Hobie Brown -
[let Diane hop on the mic right quick Chile]
Stop acting like Black Fictional Characters would be colorblind.
Black people can't be colorblind, because our color is weaponized against us from birth. We HAVE to see race - because we have to protect ourselves and know our own history
So when we decide to make spaces specifically for us - spaces where black people and black women in specific can be desired and uplifted, I don't see why people have a problem with it.
Hobie Brown loves, yes. But he also lives in 1978. Racial segregation was outlawed in his country in 1965.
Hobie Brown loves, but he's also a black guy who grew up under racial segregation and racism. He's a black guy who fights cops.
The Writers made Spiderpunk - The Spiderperson who fights oppressive cops - black for a REASON.
The Writers chose to have a black guy save Miles for a REASON. To uplift black people.
Writers here on Tumblr made Black!Readers black for same reason.
If Black Lives Matter doesn't mean White Lives Don't Matter -
Then 'Hobie Brown finds black chicks especially attractive' DOESN'T mean 'white women are unattractive'. This isn't about y'all.
And even for the people that say Hobie would like ONLY black people - okay??? They can say that - it's a literal headcanon.
It's not true if you don't want it to be. You don't have to believe it.
But seeing Black people be protective of a black character, and making black content for other black fans - and then saying 'what - stop that. that's wrong. break this up so I can join'
BEFORE you question why they do it - NOT COOL.
That's like asking for more Captain America in Black Panther. Like ?????
That's like hearing a Riot Grrrl say 'All the women to the front!!' and going 'Uhh, all genders are equal, why can't the men stand in the front too?'
Like yes, all genders are equal. But also - This isn't about them. It's about representation.
Stop preaching equality when we're asking for representation.
Cause there are dozens, hundreds, of white characters who only have white on-screen romances.
And their fandoms do not write black!readers. They do not care enough to say 'oh the show isn't representing this, let us do it.'
The media nor the fandom represent black women. They are an afterthought, always.
And you never see posts for them like -
'Dean Winchester loves black women. Dean Winchester loves latinas -'
When it's a white character only dating white women, with xReaders that always imply whiteness, y'all never call for diversity. At all.
You wouldn't make this post for Miguel.
But when it's a black character and someone suggests they only date black women, or people begin to write xReaders that imply blackness instead of your default-
Suddenly you care about diversity.
Because the first time, you're not represented.
Because let's be honest. Let's be real. No one is writing Hobie x White!Reader. Barely anyone is writing Hobie x Latina!Reader.
It's the Black!Reader you have a problem with. Let's just say it.
Allow black people to have their space, without unfairly calling for 'diversity'.
(aka the right to access to black safe spaces, comfort characters, and labor)
Hobie is an attractive, educated black guy who fights and protects people from the aggressors we ourselves genuinely fear everyday.
He is a character like we've never had before. He has so much emotional weight to us.
Let us enjoy him as we please. We aren't hurting anyone else.
We're just not catering to you. We don't have to.
If a black person wants to center Hobie's love on Black people, they have the right.
And I'm not saying you can't write him with a race neutral or even a White!Reader. Go ahead and write that if you want but just know-
1) If you want to write him with an explicitly white or non-black reader - you should approach the topic of race. You should approach and mention the cultural differences. Him going through racism. Don't erase that because you think it makes your writing ugly or sad.
And if you don't put it in, your erasing the reality and black experience because you find something wrong or uncomfortable about it.
2) If you want to write a race neutral reader - make sure they're really race neutral. Don't include details about hair texture, hairstyle, or skin color.
3) If you are asking black writers for requests - do not get mad if they make the request Black.
You cannot get mad at a black writer for interjecting their own experience when writing about a black character. You're basically asking them to strip their blackness from their writing so you can enjoy it more.
Why should they have to second guess and dial back their blackness when we're expected to do that everywhere? If they want to take a break, and write Black!Readers they can.
3) Understand that the black people are going to keep their safe spaces. And they're going to keep Hobie in their corner.
Because honestly, and I'm going to put this brazenly:
Hobie Brown as a character - and what he represents - means more to black fans than it does nonblack fans.
Does that mean he doesn't matter to y'all? No, not at all. Hobie absolutely holds real emotional weight and meaning to you on multiple levels.
But please understand, for black people - we connect to Hobie on an emotional, often trauma-fueled front.
One that you'll never understand.
There is a level that we connect with him on that nonblack people can't. As a dark skinned black guy, a black guy with natural hair, an alt black guy,
As a black guy who has canonically faced police brutality on-screen
To you, this screenshot is most likely Hobie flipping the camera off, edgy and punk. It's funny, tongue in check. ACAB and all that.
To us, this screenshot is of Hobie - a low income black guy - being physically restrained by police and refusing to stop even when they're taking his mugshot. It's a black guy openly flipping off the police and fighting them off and refusing to go down no matter how much they beat him and he's winning YES
After so many videos over SO many years of cops doing that to black men and them.. not winning.
And them just dying and us having to watch. And add another name to list.
When you see his laces, you most likely think ACAB.
When we see his laces, we see that he's a black man who took on a cop and lived to tell the tale. Which is a RARITY.
Because many of them lose the battle.
For us, the context and connection are completely different.
Fanfiction may just be a way for you to kiss up on random characters or comfort yourself, but for us - that's not the case.
For us, fanfiction is a way to show our experiences and features in a media and world that has collectively ignored them. Shunned them, called them ugly.
Maybe make a post or send an ask to a creator - and ask what Black!Readers mean for them, why they find it important.
Hobie Brown likes Black Girls.
He finds them beautiful. He likes wide lips and broad noses and kinky hair. He loves melanin, and brown skin in the sunlight, and seeing a them in a silk bonnet in the morning.
He loves not having to explain his culture, sharing coconut oil and shea butter. He likes seeing waist beads. He likes people who speak AAVE, with twang in their talk.
He likes ghetto black girls with the acrylic nails. He likes Stallions 6 foot tall. He likes masc girls. And fem ones. He loves black nonbinary people because we do not have to cosign to colonialist ideas of gender. And he loves him some black men too - a good fade will make him go crazy, he loves men with long locs and pretty smiles.
Hobie Brown finds the beauty in Black People that have been erased and demonized again and again by White Society.
Hobie Brown holds blackness dear. And he wants black people to do well.
Hobie Brown loves Black People. Hobie Brown loves Black Girls.
And that's on, what?
This has been a PSA from Diane Pastors. Y'all stay blessed out there 😌💗
Anyway what y'all wearing to carnival since we going to carnival and cropover and labor day with Hobie and bringing out all the flags. 🇧🇧🇧🇧 I'm bringing him to cropover in Barbados yeah I said it we're all going to carnival with him.
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Django :: J.Yunho
-> Cop! Yunho x Criminal! Reader
-> Django: ATEEZ
-> After the bounty on you is raised, Yunho is sent out to go looking for you. What happens when he actually does find you outside of a club?
-> Warnings: Use of nicknames (Slut, princess, baby), degradation, spanking, use of handcuffs, car sex, from the back, ROUGH, oral (both reciving), Outlaw Yunho (deserves his own warnings at this point)
A/N: I have returned! I've been excited for ATEEZ's outlaw release, so I immediately thought of cop Yunho with Django. Plus, I just saw a video of Yunho getting mad and I immediately knew I had to write something about him. You are also nicknamed Django in this as well
Not proofread | Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
"Officer Yunho! Hey!"
The busy police office doesn't stop Wooyoung from calling him as he enters the office, sighing as he asks what he wants. He had just came back from booking a criminal who punched him in the jaw, so he wasn't in the mood for whatever Wooyoung wanted to gossip about.
Before Wooyoung could show Yunho the meme he found, the police captain enters the room, passing around a wanted poster that was freshly printed. "Alright everyone, all hands on deck! We finally got a good picture to put on the wanted poster of the robber who has been making rounds around the city. She needs to be captured as soon as possible! The citizens of this city are constantly complaining about us not finding her."
Yunho nods at the captain's words, remembering the old lady earlier who was lecturing him while he was putting someone in his backseat. His eyes look over the wanted poster, noticing the now high bounty on you.
WANTED: Y/N AKA Django.
10 thousand dollar bounty!
He can't help but scoff, knowing no one would turn someone else in for such a low bounty. He has often told his captain that they needed to raise the amount to actually make the citizens care, but his words were brushed off. His words were always brushed off, despite being one of the top cops who brought in the criminals. As he was preparing to go out on patrol to avoid doing any office work, the captain stopped him, handing him a stack of the wanted posters, giving him the silent look to go put them up all around the city. Yunho didn't even try to object, sighing as he accepting the papers before leaving the office, not wanting anyone else to add to his work load.
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"No, ma'am, I cannot arrest him for parking here. This parking spot is not yours as it's public parking."
Yunho couldn't help but sigh as he tried to hold back his anger at the woman's yelling, wanting nothing more than to yell back at her. But, he couldn't do that, not when he had this job to help people, even if they were centimeters from his face yelling about something as small as a parking spot.
Once he was finally back in his car, he drove a good bit away so he could be alone for a bit. Even though it was a good bit past midnight, the calls were still rampant. In moments like theses, it often made him wonder why he chose this job. He tossed his head back to rest against the headrest, taking a deep breath to help calm himself before he his phone began to ring, vibrating the many wanted posters of the criminal he still hadn't posted around the city. He answered the phone, returning to his natural position as he listened to Wooyoung.
"I'm currently working on the program for our bodycams, so I'm just calling to let you know that they'll be done for a while. I suggest you get some sleep while you can."
Yunho thanked him before hanging up, smiling at the idea of finally being able to be asleep. He'd have to thank Wooyoung later for giving him a heads up.
As he returned to his upright position, he noticed someone walking out of a club, the woman walking right past the cop car. He couldn't help but admire the woman, his eyes moving over her beautiful short dress and heels.
Maybe he could do something else besides sleeping for the time being.
"Excuse me!" he got out of his car, jogging to catch up with the woman. He hoped he wasn't scaring her as he knew how some people felt about the police suddenly approaching them, but he hoped his charms could keep her from feeling so scared. He jogged in front of the woman, smiling as she met his eyes.
"Sorry for bothering you, miss, but I-"
Oh. My. God.
Yunho paused as he made eye contact with the woman, his mind going back to the many wanted pictures that sat in the passenger seat of his car. He watched as a slow smile crept onto your lips, realizing that you're Y/N.
He just caught Django.
"You're under arrest, Y/N. Or, could I say Django." You tilted your head as you watched him roughly grab his handcuffs from his belt, the metal glimmering in the moonlight as he roughly grabbed your arm. You mentally cursed yourself for not realizing the car you walked in front of was a cop car, let alone the man you stopped to talk to was a cop. You tried to move from his strong hands, but he only pulled you closer to him, handcuffing your hands behind your back before he moved closer to you, pressing his chest to your back as he said into your ear "finally caught you, bitch."
You would usually beat someone up for calling you a bitch, but to hear Yunho say it with a deep voice, filled with anger made your body warm up and your panties dampen. You wouldn't lie; he was hot and if he wasn't pushing you to get into his car, you would've given yourself to him to have his way with you. You were dying to know what was underneath the tight cop clothes that only showed off his muscles, mentally moaning at his roughness as he shoved you into the backseat before slamming the door shut.
Yunho couldn't believe he had been the one to catch you, smirking as he thought about what he could do with that lousy prize money- while it wasn't a lot, it was could be enough for a trip somewhere, maybe even a cruise.
He quickly got into the front seat before he began driving, thinking about what to do with you now that he had you handcuffed in his backseat. He knew that if he brought you back to the precinct, he wouldn't get the credit he deserved, plus you had escaped before so he couldn't bring you there. He bit his lip before pulling over into a empty alleyway, deciding to call his captain to tell him the great news. He looked back at you in the rearview mirror, gasping lightly as he noticed your legs now spread, giving him a perfect view of your now wet lace panties as your head rested back against the headrest. The image of you like that made his mouth water and pants tighten, cursing softly as he ripped his eyes from you. He waited at the tone for his captain to answer before he cursed as his voicemail began to speak. The one time he actually wanted this man to answer the phone, he wasn't. Yunho sighed before cursing softly, remembering that his body cams were off.
Why would he wait for the other police to punish you when he could?
You gasped as the backseat door was ripped open, Yunho's hand moving to roughly pull you from the backseat to your knees in front of him, your knees now resting against the wet alleyway ground as he looked down at you with angry eyes. "What the fuck are you-"
"Shut up, slut. I suggest you do as I say or I'll make sure you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars." You jumped at his rough voice, watching as he began to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down his thick thighs to show you his large cock, hard and standing at attention against his stomach. Your mouth couldn't help but water, leaning forward to get a taste before hissing as his hand moved to grip your hair, roughly pulling your hair back so you could see his face, his tongue poking his cheek as his eyes darkened. "No. Good girls get to taste this cock. I don't think I should even let you look at it, let alone taste it."
You were about to speak, your words cut off my his hand moving from your hair to roughly grip your cheeks, growling as he heard you whimper at his rough movements. It only made his cock harder, twitching in front of you, making you moan.
"You want this cock, you're going to earn it. Tonight, you belong to me- you are mine. You will answer to me or I will stop and drop you off in the jail in an instant." You nodded at his rough voice, mentally moaning when you hear him chuckling before moving forward, pushing only the head of his cock into your mouth, tossing his head back as your tongue moved around to gather the precum eagerly. Yunho closed his eyes at the feeling of your warm tongue moving over the slit of his cock before he decided he had enough, tossing his head forward to watch as he pushed the rest of his cock into your mouth, going down your throat in a slow pace. He watched as your eyes watered due to his large size, his hips moving in a slow pace as he clicked his tongue, shaking head in disappointment before removing his cock from your mouth.
"You want me to take care of that wet pussy you were showing me earlier, right slut?" you nodded at his question, gasping as his hands forcefully opened your mouth before he roughly pushed his cock back down your throat. "Then hurry up and pleasure me. Show me what you're good for, slut."
You nodded, your fingers digging into your wrist as you began to move your head along his cock, moaning around his long, thick length. You met his eyes while you did so, making Yunho moan as you moaned around him again, making him toss his head back against the wall. You moved faster as he cursed softly, praising you in between his moans.
"There we go, slut, now you're showing me what you're good for, fuck!" His voice raised as his hips began to move, dragging his length all the way out of your mouth before slamming back down your throat, making you choke around his length at his hard pace. You couldn't help but moan at rough he was being with you, squeezing your own legs to offer yourself some pleasure as he continued to fuck your throat at a fast pace. You soon felt his cock twitch, letting you know that he was going to cum. Yunho showed no sign of slowing down, though, moving even faster before roughly stopping his hips against your face as his cum filled your throat, choking out a moan before he slowly pulling out of your mouth as you cough, a mixture of drool and cum dripping down your mouth as you did so.
Yunho smirked before his thumb moved across your skin, gathering the mixture before shoving it back into your mouth, humming as your tongue moved around it to gather the mixture. He felt his cock harden immediately, hooking his thumb into the side of your mouth before helping you stand, ushering you to get back into the car. You carefully crawled in, gasping as you felt his hand meet your ass roughly, surely going to leave a mark as the car door slammed closed behind him. You rested your head against the seat as you felt his hands move around your body, pushing up your already short dress up your waist before kissing around your ass and lower back, whispering praises as he did so.
"I think you earned a bit of a surprise, don't you, princess?" He asked against your lower back, his hands moving to pull down your panties in a slow pace. You nodded, your brain too fuzzy from him face fucking you to think clearly. Yunho smirked at your state before letting his fingers move along your wetness, chuckling as he listened to you mewl at the teasing feeling. "What if my other officers were on duty tonight and caught you walking in front of their car wearing this slutty little dress instead of me, huh? Would you let them get a taste of this pretty pussy like this, princess?" He chuckled as you let out an almost drunk sounding "no, only you!"
"Fuck, yes that feels so good!" You moaned loudly as his finger suddenly plunged into your wet heat, his tongue soon following while he tasted you, making you moan loudly. It seemed like everything about Yunho was big- his cock, his muscles, even his tongue and fingers were big as he ate you out, his fingers moving in you at a rapid pace. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch underneath himself, letting his fingers move from you to lubricate himself before pumping himself, moaning loudly into your wet cut. The sounds and noises you were making for him made him move his own hand faster along his cock, plunging his tongue deeper into you to capture more of your wetness. You tasted so fucking sweet to him, making him want more of you.
It almost made him mad that his bodycam was off- he wanted to be able to watch the footage back of him having you like this.
"C-cum, I'm going to-" Your whimpers were cut off with a noise of disappointment as Yunho immediately removed his tongue from your wet cunt at your words, making you whine louder before yelping as his hand laid another spank to your ass. Before you could ask what the fuck he was doing edging you like this, you gasped at the feeling of his cock slowly pushing it's way into your cunt. Yunho swore it felt better than heaven; the way it wrapped deliciously around his long, thick cock made him toss his head forward with a loud moan, spanking you again. "That's such a nice pussy, baby. Too bad I'm going to ruin it"
That was the only warning you got before he began to pound into you, rocking your body as his hips roughly met the plush of your ass. He grunted as his hands held onto your handcuffed hands for balance, driving his hard cock into you at a fast pace. He tossed his head back as you moaned loudly, the feeling your orgsam soon washing over you as you toss your own head back, coating his cock in your warm cum. You laid against the seat limp as all of your energy left your body, trying to catch your breath as you felt him slowly pull out of you with a wet pop. You winced at the wet sound, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep against the leather seats.
"Don't think I'm done with you, slut. This is your punishment."
You gasped as you felt Yunho pick you up, sitting himself down before having you hover over his hard cock. You whimpered as he slowly sunk you back down onto it, moaning as you noticed the bulge forming in your stomach from how big he was. Once you were fully seated on his cock, Yunho noticed how tried you were, clicking his tongue before slapping your ass, grunting out "you better get to riding slut or that jail is going to be where you're laying your head for the night"
"It's hard to ride you with my hands behind my back" You moaned out harshly, letting your head rest back against the front seat as you tried to catch your breath. Yunho chuckled, before leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving marks along your neck before pulling back from you, holding up the handcuffs that were around your wrists. "There. Now ride me."
You nodded at his demanding voice, placing your hands on his shoulders before bouncing along his cock at a fast pace, moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock grazing your G-spot. Yunho moaned before smashing his lips against yours, gripping your hips to help you move along his cock at a fast pace as the sound filled the car. He let his tongue move to meet yours as you moved faster, panting into the kiss at the feeling of him going so deep into you.
"Fuck, Y/N baby, if you keep riding me like this I'm gonna fill you up with my cum." he couldn't help but laugh breathlessly as he tossed his head forward to let his lips hover over yours as you bounced his hands gripping your breasts now to for leverage as he fucks up into you, saying "and if you make me cum hard enough, I'll let you fucking go. Yeah baby, ride me hard like that and I'll let you go free"
You let his words provide sudden motivation to you as you begin to ride him again, meeting his rough thrusts as you bounce, gripping his hair as you pressed your foreheads against each other, moaning loudly as the wet sounds become louder int he car, the car moving with the force of you two.
"That's it, Y/N, I'm going to cum! You better cum with me, let me fill you up with my fucking cum!" Yunho tossed his head back as he slammed your down on his cock, an almost animalistic moan leaving his mouth as he cums, roughly kissing you as you squeeze around him, both your cums now coating your thighs and his cock. You both panted into the kiss before he carefully helped you to lay back against the leather seat, slowly pulling out of you as your legs shook.
You let your eyes close as you heard the car door close before the car turn on, being too tired to do anything as you slowly fell asleep. You soon woke up to the sound of Yunho on the phone, fully dressed in his police uniform as he spoke to who you figured to be his captain. You fixed your dress as you felt a surge of nervousness fill your body, reaching for the car door, feeling surprised as the car door opens, showing you it was unlocked. As you slipped out from the backseat, you realized Yunho had brought you back to where he had originally found you. You turned to him as he held out his card, his number written on it before he said to whoever he was on the phone with "Did I find Django? Y/N? No, I didn't."
You caught him smirking at you as you accepted the card, smiling back at him as you exited the car, the last thing you hear him say before you close the door being "yes I will go patrol and look for her." You carefully closed the door as he drove away, looking down at the card he gave you with his number on it.
Call me, Django ;)
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a.n.: another installment in the jjk wild west universe (aka happy early brithday to me part ii: electric boogaloo)
c.w.: mdni, 18+, angst, unrequited love (for now), someone buy this man a drink
deputy sheriff!higuruma who is a family friend of the gojo’s, and someone who you’ve gotten to grow up with. he’s always held a protective nature around you, and his chosen profession only escalates this.
deputy sheriff!higuruma spends most nights after his shift at the town saloon, a regular of barkeep!toji. he takes his whiskey neat, finding a strange warmth and comfort in the bite of the liquor. his presence aslo acts as a deterrent from any mischief occuring in the bar, as deputy sheriff!higuruma takes no issue with throwing the rowdier guests in jail for the night.
after a particularly rough shift, deputy sheriff!higuruma looks to you for a sense of comfort. and you already have a treat baked fresh just for him to indulge in. the two of you watch the stars together that night, sipping sangria and reminiscing on childhood memories.
deputy sheriff!higuruma knows his fate is sealed when he watches how the gentle summer breeze sweeps your hair into your face. sweet like the molasses you’ve made him countless times, you throw your head back laughing about one of your favorite memories.
deputy sheriff!higuruma who’s hired by your parents to keep an extra eye on you after a particularly rough stint with a group of outlaws known as “The Curses”. they’d been wreaking havoc on town locals, and your parents requested his services knowing he shared the same protective air over you.
deputy sheriff!higuruma who peers in on you and cowboy!nanami, hot and heavy in the barn. he watches quietly as you take the blond man into you, with your head thrown back in pleasure. you catch those brown eyes watching you ever briefly, but deputy sheriff!higuruma makes a swift exit once he’s been spotted.
and deputy sheriff!higuruma can’t help but wonder if you’d give him the chance to be yours one day. wondering if he had fumbled you in his hands, he chastises himself for not kissing you the first night he fell for you.
deputy sheriff!higuruma lays in bed contemplating the what-ifs of the relationship dynamic between the two of you. was he too subtle in his wants? his mind races, replaying that blissful look on your face in the barn. it’s then that deputy sheriff!higuruma notices his hand has slipped to palm himself, half hard from the thought of him being the cause of your pleasure instead.
deputy sheriff!higuruma pictures you taking all of him in your mouth, your tongue tracing delicately along his length. you’re soft and warm, like you were crafted just for him. soft grunts fill the room as he continues to stroke himself. he fantasizes about the way you’d look up at him with hooded eyes, tears starting to prick up as he reaches the back of your throat. it’s the definition of divine, and he sings praises of your name as you take him so well.
deputy sheriff!higuruma knows he’s nearing his apex, the familiar tightness near his stomach causing him to double over, he’s almost whining as he finishes, your name still sweet on his lips. but deputy sheriff!higuruma is snapped back to reality as he cums, the white substance staining his hand and stomach. he lays there after, pondering when you might one day be his.
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[ID: Several panels from Trigun Maximum. The first shows a little girl looking up at the sky, and the second shows her thinking of a shadowy figure. The third shows her gasping, "Red Brother..." The fourth shows her mother also looking up at the sky as feathers rain down, and the fifth is a close-up on the mother's eye. The sixth shows a crowd of people saying, "Vash..." and the seventh is a top-down view of the crowd looking up at the raining feathers and saying "...the..." Panel eight shows a close-up of a man's face as he concludes, "...Stampede?" The ninth panel shows the crowd of people all looking at each other with tense expressions. One of them, with spiky blonde hair, glasses, and a high-collared jacket, looks a lot like the Vash imitator. The tenth panel is feathers continuing to rain down from the sky. End ID.]
I'm happy that Gunsmoke basically got psychic-blasted with a "hey this famous outlaw actually loves all of you and is fighting to protect you", love misunderstood characters being Seen and Understood, but also I am dying over the plants knowing Vash as "Red Brother". What was this in Japanese??? Is it Aka-nii??? Do they see him as a big brother or little brother??? THEY LOVE HIM <3
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