#dispatch bruno

After a stress-filled day of being sent to and fro all over your little chunk of the city, solving problems as they popped up, putting out fires, saving kittens, even giving a presentation at a school, and all of that good-person shit, you felt like you had earned this drink.

If fact, the entire team had, that was the whole point of the outing. It was a villain bar, which defeated the purpose of some of the work you’d been doing, but alcohol was alcohol. The others had even invited Robert, which wasn’t something you’d expected. Not that you minded, of course, but you knew from experience that the Z-teamers were a little… standoffish, at the best of times.

You swayed to the music, slightly buzzed from a drink or two and actively trying to tune out Flambae’s less-than-great karaoke. In your hand was a glass of whiskey, thanks to Punch Up’s offer to pay for a round of it for everyone, the ice clinking against the side of the cup as you moved.

Although almost everyone was in sight, you knew there was someone missing. It irked you a bit that Golem was always left outside, but you knew most infrastructure wasn’t really built for towering constructs like him.

You stepped up to the bar, giving the bartender a little wave to catch their attention as you pointed to your drink, hoping to be understood over the raised volume.

“Could I grab another one of these?” You asked, “Just put it on my tab.”

“Sure thing. That’s whiskey, right?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, taking a small sip of it as you leaned against the counter and grimacing, waiting while listening to the sound of another glass hitting the tabletop.

You accepted the second beverage, making your way over to the door while dodging any of the tipsier patrons. The bouncer had, thankfully, already been bribed, thanks to Robert, so you had no issue bringing the glass outside and towards Golem, who sat on the curb with earbuds in.

Smiling, you held out the freshly poured drink, using your other hand to get his attention.

He turned to face you as you tapped his shoulder, and returned the grin you gave him as he moved over slightly. He held out his palm as you placed the whiskey down, the glass making a soft clink as it touched his rocky palms.

You took a seat on the curb, the cold concrete barely bothering you as you watched him swollen the glass whole, breaking into a slightly slurred giggle.

“How much’ve you had?” He raised a clay eyebrow, to which you replied with another grin.

“I thought I was better off than I am.” You admitted, “Maybe compared to all the other drunk people inside, I’m sober?”

“Doubt it.” He chuckled, taking out one of his earbuds and offering it to you.

You blinked, a bit surprised, but nodded nonetheless, putting it in your own ear as his playlist faded into what felt like background music.

You didn’t pay too much attention to what he was listening to, just quietly dipping your head to the beat as you stared off into the night.

After a moment of absently watching cars speed by as colourful blurs, you noticed that strange feeling of being watched, and spied Golem’s eyes, in your peripheral, focused on you.

“What?” You mumbled, “Something on my face, or…”

“Dunno.” He replied, giving a bit of a shrug, “I just wanna look at you.”

“Okay, creep.” You snickered, nudging him with your shoulder as you couldn’t stop the amused grin from spreading across your lips.

He let out a low-pitched laugh, leaning back on his hands.

“I kinda wish we could stay out here forever.” You mumbled, moving to sit cross-legged, “It’s nice, in a way.”

“Smells like shit, though.”

“Well— not specifically here. But just… outside. Us.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, “That’d be nice.”

You exhaled, the night air starting to get to you a bit. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the music, or maybe the day you’d had in general, but something about it felt… almost contemplative.

You weren’t too keen on re-evaluating your life most days, and certainly not on days like today, but you brought it up anyway.

“Did you, um—“ Holding a hand to your mouth, you cleared your throat, “Did you ever think you’d end up here?”

“By here, you mean SDN?” He replied, scratching the side of his head as he met your gaze once again.

“Yeah. Being all heroic, and shit like that.”

“Not really.” He shrugged, leaving it at that. It left you a bit disappointed to not hear more from him, but it wasn’t your place to ask.

You chewed on your lip, nodding along with what he said.

“Me neither.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around your shoulders. Drowsiness crept up slowly behind you, but you knew it was there. Chances were, you’d drank a little more than you thought you did, and would wind up dozing off on the way home.

Stifling a yawn himself, Golem shifted closer to you, just enough to have your shoulders brush together. It wasn’t him making a move, more of a reminder that he was there.

You let out a soft exhale, leaning into the contact a bit as the two of you watched cars go by, music still playing along in your ears.

Something just felt so perfect in that moment, and the warmth and fuzziness of both the liquor and the atmosphere brought another wave of drowsiness, as you let your head loll onto his shoulder.

It was more comfortable than you’d expected, surprisingly. He wasn’t spiky or rigid, only more solid than the average person. As you found the most comfortable spot to rest your head, you felt one of his arms wrap around you, holding onto you in case you really did fall asleep, and it made you grin at the fact that he felt the need to keep you upright.

Everything was peaceful, almost perfect, until the sound of crashing and shouting rang out in the street, the sound of your teammates in the fight making you both groan.

You cursed under your breath, but after a quick stretch, you hopped right back into the action, Golem by your side.

THIGH RIDING - he'd be so down to let you take exactly what you needed from him and he's watching every little shift in your face. Listening to every little sound. And when he accidentally shifts his leg to only discover you *like* that? Yeah, he picked it up pretty fast how to give more of what you need

He would absolutely talk you through it too, and that's nearly enough to send you to your end with that timber and deep rumble of his voice. Especially when you're so close, and it's right by your ear. He's massive, so those vibrations are going right through you, and all the way down in-between your legs

He does poetry. He probably has a plethora of vocabulary in him. I'm almost certain he could say the most lewd, filthiest things (and learn degrading if you're into that), while also complimenting you entirely the same

He's the quiet one of the Z-Team. But he'll talk for you, worship you, praise you, , compliment you, accommodate for you. And he'll be detailed, too. Like oddly specific and probably doesn't even realize it. He notices a muscle between your eyebrows when they scrunch, notices the tiniest sound you don't even hear and yet it's his favourite

He can literally mold his body/parts of him into any shape. While you really can't put clay *inside* of you, he could 10000% give you the perfect amount of pressure in the exact spot you need

That being said, a condomorlegitanythingsafe to contain the clay would then make it fine to go inside-

He's a MASS of a construct. Size kink? He's fulfilling it. He's just all around you - it's almost too much, if it wasn't so perfect. His one hand nearly envelopes your whole waist, and when he grinds you down on top of him, his thigh is solid, firm.

Oh, and let's not forget he can make copies of himself. Do what you'd like with that information.

I personally headcannon that he enjoys seeing you get off. Maybe some voyeurism in there, since he doesn't entirely know how it will work between you both himself. But he's been lonely for so long that the fact that someone could want him - especially in such a primal way - gives him a high. Seeing you fall apart for him is a kind of ego high his gummies couldn't give him.

I love him so much he was such a pain in the ass to draw istg I wanna drown him. Literally couldn't manage his like lower body, kept looking cursed so we just cropped itttttt don't worrrryyyyyyy. After that road block he was so fun. I love how his like vaguely geometric design works with how I do my line art so much he's just so angular.

His eyes oh my god I love them I can't cope they turned out so well. Also gave him a cheeky little eyebrow raise just for shits and gigs. Why not. I got to use alot of the brushes that I just haven't had an excuse to use yet so he can be all textured and stuff oh my god he was so fun to draw the second the sketch was over.

Invisigal, Courtney. I can never quite make my mind up about you. I adjusted the face and proportions so many times that the sketch layer looks like a vague suggestion of a completely different drawing lol. BUT I HAVE BEEN VERY FIRM THIS ENTIRE TIME THAT I FINALLY LIKE HOW I DID THE NOSE. Normally trying to get the nose at the right proportion and angle is like herding cats but this time it literally just worked immediately and if that's not progress then I don't know what is! That hair was the most enjoyable nightmare I have ever had, still not even 100% sure the length is right. The swoop is nice tho I will admit. Also finally think I'm working past my issue with chests (little by little but still). I do enjoy the like mud and outfit I chose, I feel like it's something she'd actually wear in a weird way. Just casual shit and that.

Trying to get the like size difference right was an issue, didn't get it 100% but it is what it is so they can both be in frame how I wanted. I like how I did my shading and rendering, the overlay to give it more of a sunset vibe was definitely the right choice. ALSO FINALLY GETTING BACKGROUNDS YESSSSSSSS.