#i need slides and crocs

[thealienstud]

Went on a stud shopping spree these last few days (buying more black tshirts, black adidas joggers, cologne, and boxer briefs) 😭😂🤙🏾

[blackbeardsemophase]

courtesy of the legendary alex sherman

[pegglefan69]

new post-hysto change I did NOT see coming-- I grew a whole shoe size in the past year?? I'd been wearing Docs with their own weird personalized sizing chart for years so when I needed new boots this winter I had to recalculate everything anyway... I still thought my old vans were fine but after walking around all day at Portcon it was REALLY obvious they were too small. STRANGE. I totally understand why guys who start T in like their mid 40s find this kind of thing so jarring it made me feel like a teen boy again LMAO

[heartsongss]

three. we heroes.

masterlist.

a/n: guys im putting up a poll soon for the love interest because its a bit of a Choice and I want ppl to like it so watch out for that gang

One week later, you find yourself catching the train into Gotham. It’s 6:30, and the train is surprisingly packed for the time. You figure that even in Gotham, where rent is permanently cheap, people need to make a living. Insurance, and all that.

You chew on your nail, eyes watching the entrances and exits everytime the bus stops, but no monsters climb on, staring at you hungrily. Just more humans, blissfully unaware of the horrors hidden even further into Gotham’s heart. Would they run in fear, horrified by the odd contortations of monster flesh? Or would they accept it. Gotham is the home of human monsters, after all.

What is an empousai to Bane? What is a hellhound, all angry and drooling blood, to Killer Croc? Nothing. It's just another beast out for their blood.

The bus hitches to a final stop and you get off, near the heart of Gotham. Camp owns an apartment they use as their Gotham home base. You’ll start the Cull here and end it there, too. You wonder when your family will arrive. You know that they found out last night, as you watched through the windows as they climbed into a Camp van.

You were in bed by the time they got home, carefully ignoring the sound of them entering the house. Distantly, you could hear their whispers. Not the full things, only small snippets of conversation that relate to you.

“...(Y/N)...”

“It doesn’t….”

“...Weak!...”

You fell asleep to their thoughtlessly cruel words that night, and you made sure to be out far earlier than they’d be up waiting for you, intent on spending as much time away from them as you can. Hopefully, the Cull will save you from them. Maybe they’ll forget about you all over again, letting you fade into the background again, nothing more than the normal one.

You open the door of the apartment complex, hurrying through the halls and into the elevator. You press the button for the fourth floor, watching blankly as you pass the prior numbers. It’s all so close, now. In just a few hours, you’ll be fighting for your life. All of Gotham will be asleep, ignorant to the real monsters in their home city.

You’ll protect them all.

From block to block, borough to borough, you’ll keep them all safe. The elevator stops, and to step out to walk to the apartment door. You fiddle with your keys, unlocking the door and sliding in. There’s a few dim lights scattered about, illuminating eleven figures.

Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, June Woods, Clarisse La Rue, Mary Leblanc, Will Solace, Lucy Black, and Jamie.

Your eyes widen at the sight of your friend. You had no idea that he’d be here today! He smiles tiredly at you, doing a two finger salute in a greeting. Smiling at him, you go and sit by his side. Clarisse stands just as you sit, looking out at you all.

“As you know, some of the Justice League will be involved in this year’s culling. We’ve supplied them with Celestial Bronze weapons, and Lady Hekate pulled the mist from their eyes. We’ll be working in groups of six. Three Demigods, three heroes.”

You nod, fiddling with your bracelet. You’ve named it doron, for gift. It was the first thing you ever got from your mother, and your most cherished. It’ll protect you well, tonight. You look to Clarisse, raising your hand.

She points to you, silently telling you to ask your question.

“Who’s working with who?”

“I was getting to that.” She says, deadpan.

You scowl at her, chewing on her lip.

“Katie, June, and I will be with the Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superboy. Travis, Mary, and Lucy will be with Batman, Wondergirl, and Red Hood-” You sigh in relief, “And (Y/N), Will, and Jamie will be with Superman, Impulse, and Nightwing.”

Fuck. Fucking shit. You try not to let the panic show on your face, reaching out to clutch at Jamie’s hand. He squeezes it reassuringly, tapping his foot in a panicked beat.

Clarisse barrels on, uncaring, “We’ll meet at eight today and get everything in place. Ensure they understand we’re doing it our way, never theirs.”

She takes it personally, you can tell. Something must have happened during the discussions. You don’t care much, though, a bit distracted of being on a team with your older brother. Your eyes flick to the clock. It’s seven. One more hour before you’re face to face with your family, walking them through the yearly massacre held in Gotham.

You’re so fucked.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Wonder Woman is leading them through a recap. Discussing do’s and don’ts, how they differ from baseline humans. She’s particularly focused on Bruce, who’d made the mistake of condemning the demigods who had killed.

He said they were cruel, and that nothing - even winning those wars - warranted so much death on their part. He said they should be jailed.

Clarisse, Dick thinks her name was, was royally pissed. She had turned on him, eyes wild, and spat, “Do you have it in you to lock up your own child?

The room had gone silent. Clarisse, breathing heavily, stared hin down and said, “(Y/N) did the most damage out of all of us. They fought for their survival. For our survival. You want to persecute them for that?”

Bruce hadn’t been able to answer. Mostly because Clarisse had been led out of the room and hadn’t returned. That was when Wonder Woman had taken over, explaining (Y/N)’s ancestry. She admitted that Clarisse would have known more, and she’d try to get her to talk the next day, but she hadn’t been with Wonder Woman this morning, apparently with the demigods in charge of the Cull.

Wonder Woman was still talking, saying, “They’re unconventional. They’re used to fighting with what they have, so they’ll probably make use of their surroundings. Including you.”

Dick nods. Bruce, beside him, grunts. His hands are clenched, tightening in a rhythm. He’s stressed. They all are, really. They hadn’t thought (Y/N) was so… scarred. They hadn’t even noticed! The poor thing must have been so scared. They couldn’t go to their family for help with the monsters following them… They hadn’t even been to camp! What if they were homesick, those summers spent away?

He frowns. Jason bumps his shoulder, looking at him through his helmet. Jason had taken it hard. It was different, but he knew what it was like to fight. He knew what it was like to be so scared, but unable to do anything but face it. It’s horrifying. 

They can fix it. After all this, they can talk to (Y/N) and fix it all. They must be so tired! It’s okay, though. Because they can rest with the family. It’s okay.

Diana’s voice filters through his senses again, “We’ll be meeting them at their safehouse in half an hour. From there, we’ll help with their preparations. They’re setting up some seals to keep monsters in, and preparing the spell to put most humans to sleep. That will happen around… twelve? one? It takes them a while to prepare themselves.”

They approach the Zeta tubes. Diana pauses, looking out at them. Her eyes stop on Dick, Bruce, and Jason. A silent plead to stay calm, a silent message.

They are strong enough.

“You remember your groups? Good. Gods help us all.”

[microwavesaferat]

What's going on with the Bat?

My earlier post about how none of the batkids want the cowl got a surprising amount of notes, so I wanted to expand on it a bit.

To prove that none of them would be great at it, they all try the cowl for the night. This is the monthly rogue meeting:

Complete silence at Arkham as a good chunk of the local villains sit in a circle of chairs, waiting for the last one to be filled before beginning.

Riddler: Well he's clearly not showing, so I figured we might as well start this. So, riddle me this: The fuck is going on with the Bat the last week!?

Silence broken, all the people in the room start talking over one another.

Bane: Wait, I broke his back last week, you're saying he's up and running already???

Penguin: Well clearly you didn't break it well enough! The Bat damm near broke my nose on Tuesday! What's worse is he did it on the pole in the club! I had to watch the Batman slide down a fuckin' stripper pole to kick me in the face!!! (It was Dick's turn, he was having fun).

Riddler: I had a strange time with him on Monday, he didn't say a word. I know our dear Bat is hardly a man of eloquence, but he normally solves my riddles before catching me. This time, I was in the middle of a riddle about a fiddle when he just disappeared, next thing I know, he has me in a choke hold. (Cass was in a rush, so expedited the process).

Killer Croc: Bah! Yer all just weaklings! I've had no trouble from the Bat recently, in fact, I think he's getting soft in his old age. True, he did try to knife me, but then he stopped and started spouting some bull about how 'animals deserve rights' and that he refused to hurt me. Don't know what's gotten into him or where he got the fucking knife, but I'll take what I can get, y'all are just pussies. (Damian had a moral dilemma if Croc counted as an animal and whether he was still classed as vegan if he killed him).

Deadshot: I would have been happy if he just had a knife, on Thursday he interrupted my hit and just kept flash-banging me. By the end of it, I couldn't aim for shit, still can't see out my left eye! (Duke did not want to use his powers, just kind of panicked).

Black Mask: I didn't even get to fight the fucker, he just drained my bank account and left a note saying 'Batman wuz here'. Who does that to a guy? Some of that money wasn't even dirty!

Falcone: Sure it wasn't Sionis, just like how the bags of white powder in your basement was 'flour for cookies'. (Babs had fun with this, and, tbf to Black Mask, some of it was flour for cookies, he was hungry!).

Scarecrow: I dosed him and he started quoting my own thesis at me. He then listed my full address and social security number. I don't even know my own social security number, I don't know how he got it. He didn't even cry for his mummy and daddy like normal, just started listing what groceries I was out of. (He, once a stalker always a stalker, right Tim?).

Harley: I ain't seen the guy in a while, been leavin' me well alone. what about you Harv? Heard from tall, dark and gloomy recently?

Ivy: Harvey, you alright there?

Harvey is staring into the middle distance, eyes wide and hunched over.

Two-Face: He told me that my style was so last year and needed a new gimmick. He then asked if I was split all the way down. Then he said that I was a shit kisser and Oliver Queen was better. When did he kiss Oliver Queen? When did he kiss me? I... I don't-

Harvey trails off, maybe Stephanie was a bit brutal on the man.

Suddenly, the door slams open and shut, a purple and green shape panting and holding the door shut. The Joker is black and blue, and several wounds are bleeding heavily. They all turn to stare at him.

Joker: He's got a gun.

He collapses over, the remaining rogues run for their lives.

Jason is happy.

[hey-august]

August I need an opinion:

Which version of Crossguild poly x Reader insert is better?

Reader who’s associated with Buggy and gets dommed by Crochawk with him together and / or sometimes is used by all three of them to let of steam (Buggy being low on the pecking order because yes I love the idea of him needing to wait his turn or till Croc or Hawk say yes)

OR

Reader who has been associated with Crocodile and Hawk before this entire thing started, is immensely more powerful than Buggy and at least on par with the other two and is the sweet dom to crocodiles mean Dom and Mihawks strict Dom to Buggy?

What’s the best way for the clown to get dommed? Getting fucked silly alongside someone he loves by two dangerous men OR by three people way more powerful than him that all have their unique appeal?

Buggy don’t gets to Dom because I am in a whining, trembling clown mood

IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

Anon. ANON. I made the mistake of reading this during a work break and it was ALL I could think of for the rest of the day.

Personally, I adoooore Buggy and Reader being the toys of the Cross Guild polycule. There's a bond between you and Buggy - something that can only be conveyed through half-lidded eyes and gaping drooling mouths while you two are being plowed into oblivion.

Sharing sloppy wet kisses while the other two chase their pleasure.

Maybe sometimes Crocodile won't grab one of you by the throat, or Mihawk won't yank your hair and pull you away from each other. It's rare, but they'll let you ride your one orgasm while squeezing Buggy's own shaking hand. Sure they'll tease you for it, but you deserve a treat after being so good.

And the times when Buggy gets to use his energy and status - well fuck. We can also flip that around. You and Buggy are Crocodile's and Mihawk's playthings after all. If they want you to dom Buggy, well you're going to have to make it happen and have the clown put on a pretty show for them.

BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT THE OTHER GIFT YOU BROUGHT. 😤🥴

Buggy being passed from dom to dom. From lap to lap. Bed to bed. He follows each powerful leader, wringing his hands and wondering what delicious punishment or mind-numbing reward he's earned that day.

You are so soft and sweet with him. At least compared to the other two pirates. You fill Buggy's head with honeyed praise and goddamn he would do anything to keep receiving such delicacies from you. To drown in your attention, no matter what you ask for or how you need him. Buggy is the dopiest, most compliant fuck when he's with you.

As for Crocodile, it's like stress relief for the both of them, honestly. A moment for them to turn off their brains and let animal instinct take over. To give into the feeling of fuck and get fucked. And with Mihawk, it's a game. A gamble. How well can the clown perform? How well can he listen? Can he actually do as he's told? At the end, they're both sore winners.

When you put everyone together… Oof. Well. It's a lot. See, Buggy wants to please. He wants to do a good job. He wants to show that he's very good at taking what each of you will give. No matter how rough Crocodile is, how brutal his pace becomes, or how hard those giant hands dig into Buggy's body, your voice is in his ear.

Hearing you coo about how fucking beautiful he looks getting wrecked makes every ache feel like a trophy. Listening to you tell Mihawk how Buggy deserves a reward for following every rule is almost as good as the reward itself. Almost, but there's not much better than the taste of heaven between your legs.

Imagine this with me - A weary, sweaty Buggy switching between riding Crocodile and Mihawk. Easing himself down on each cock, one after the other. His groan is a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. He's been going so long and they slide in effortlessly, but fuck if Buggy still isn't being stretched to capacity. They're just so big.

And there you are, encouraging him with kisses on his neck and shoulder. Coaxing his hand to keep stroking a cock that's waiting it's next turn. Meanwhile, you're guiding Buggy's hips. Keeping him going.

He can make them come, right? He wants to make Crocodile and Mihawk feel good, right? That's it, keep going. Shh, shh, it's okay. You're doing so good. C'mon, take it all the way.

Buggy can hardly hold in the sinful sounds he makes when you all but slam his body down on whoever he's on top of. He's your lovely marionette clown and everyone's enjoying the show.

[rottenblur]

Shades of cool|A.Anderson

Summary: You haven’t seen Abby in three days, completely ghosted you confront her and well it seems she won this time.

Warnings: Abby being a stoner, weed consumption(not reader), oral sex, hickeys, dirty talk, smut, fingering, abby being asshole sort of, face riding, praise (good girl), lowkey degradation.

College football! Abby x fem reader 1.8k

Part two to national anthem

It had been three days, no show to class nor practice. You had one option, you really didn’t wanna do it.

If you didn’t figure out what was going on with her you would go crazy, starting to regret not asking for her number before shoving your tongue down her throat and drinking in her wound.

You slide your feet into crocs, looking in the mirror, you look decent enough. You open your door making your way down the hallway to make a pitstop at your best friend's dorm.

You knock on the door, you hear rustling then a bang and the door knob turning. She opens the door rubbing her eyes.

“What’s up?” She asks, looking around.

“Abby been in?” You hold your elbow with your other arm knowing it’s an out of the blue question. You’ve never cared about her before now so why would you care now?

She furrows her brows in confusion. “Uhhh? I wouldn't know.” She points to the dark room, those blackout curtains were her life she could sleep through anything. Unfortunately.

She tilts her head waiting for an explanation. “Oh, I found one of her rings after the game, need to return it.” she laughs, you know she would have just pocketed that shit, except the ring didn’t exist. You needed to see her.

You wave her goodbye then walk next door to Abby’s knocking then waiting. The light peaks under the door, you knock again. “It’s me.” You say, you don’t know why, it’s not like she knows your voice by heart. She makes this clear when she asks who from behind the door, you hear her get up then come to the door.

She opens the door, the air moving her loose hair, her cheeks flushed and damp. It looked like she just worked out. “Is this a bad time?” You ask her, she leans on the doorway looking at you. “Depends what you’re here for.” Looking you up and down, tucking her now scabbed lip into her mouth.

You look into her eyes, and oh she really did get a black eye, you’d think you would notice it quicker but no. It was purple and black, it weirdly suited her. You point to it. “That hurt?” She furrows her brows at you trying to decipher what you meant then she figures it out. “Nah, ‘m good.” You roll your eyes at her, she sits at her desk and man spreads her legs on the seat.

“That’s what you said last time, still let me patch you up though.” You say walking in to sit on her bed. Her room was what you expected, sports posters, a playboy magazine collection not so secretly stashed in a drawer, looks like the classics too. She had her shoes all lined up in a corner, it was clean and way tidier than you thought it would be.

She looks at you, scuffing at your comment. “Whatcha looking at?” She asks, pulling your attention to her. “I came here for a reason by the way.” She looks at you opening up a drawer, pulling out a baggie, grinder and papers.

“Shoot.” She plucks a bud from the baggie putting it into the metal grinder, twisting it as she turns to face you. “Where have you been?” You ask, tucking your legs beneath you. She sighs, taking the top of the grinder off and sprinkling crumbs into the folded rolling paper. “Around.” She says looking up at you. She’s starting to piss you off.

Maybe she was exactly who you thought she was, privileged, aggressive and rude.

You pinch your nose bridge between your fingers, rubbing it delicately. “You haven’t been to class, or practice, it's not like I have your number.”

She rolls the joint, licking the adhesive to seal it off, she opens her window. “Didn’t know you cared.” She huffed out lighting the joint, taking a drag and looking at you. You needed that fucking joint more than her right now.

You stand up, in front of her as she leans against the window seal puffing on some weed that stank up the whole room, making you want to take a breath of fresh air.

“Of course i fucking care Abby.” You look at her lungs full of smoke.

“I get it.” She exhales, all over your face.

“Do you?” You look at her now low eyes, it’s hard to feel in power when she towers over you. “Do you though? Seems like you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.” You continue, she bites her lip and walks closer to you. Oh god.

“I’m sorry darlin’ wasn’t ignoring you just had to figure some things out. Missed ya.” It was the weed talking and you knew it. You roll your eyes, she cages you in with her body against the wall, you missed her hands, her touch, her lips so you didn’t stop her.

“Missed you Abby.” You say as she kisses your neck, you know it’s wrong but what can you do?

You’ve seen her vulnerable, you’ve seen her enraged it’s impossible to know who the real Abby is. Is Abby kissing your neck while intoxicated the real Abby, or is it the one who needs someone to bandage her up the real one?

It’s impossible to break through her barriers, her strong appearance, was she strong inside? Was this a cover to hide her true feelings? Did she miss her ex? Were you a rebound?

Your thoughts are clouded by her lifting up your top, kneeling in front of you and kissing your hip bones. From one side to the other, leaving splotches of red behind. Reaching up to grab your chest as she looks up at you. Those fucking eyes. “Abby.” She keeps kissing, moving up your stomach to your chest marking purple bruises. “Yeah?” She responds, you know you should tell her to stop, she ignored you now she wants you.

But you don’t, unfortunately you want her too. “Keep going, please.” You huff out as she moves down again, grabbing at your waist band and pulling it down to your ankles. You step out of it, she kisses up your legs to your inner thighs. Marking them graciously, she kisses on your clothed cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“God you’re wet, so fucking easy.” She rubs from your slit to your clit, you wetting them through your panties. You watch as she rubs your clit slowly and brutally, tucking her hair behind her ear, those freckles make her look like an angel. She pulls her hand away, kissing your thigh one more time before stripping off your panties and throwing them aside. “I told you I’d be back darling.” She spreads your legs and sticks her head between them.

She teases your clit, licking it with a distance and only with the tip of her tongue. You grip onto her hair, keeping her right where you want her. Where you need her. She lets you put her mouth straight on you. She licks from your clit down to your slit up and down, up and down slowly. She was making you work for what you wanted.

You started riding her face, mouth wide open, her tongue hitting all the right spots, she took your ass into her hands engulfing the entirety, your hips uncontrollably grinding on her face.Your thighs clench around her head, as you come close to cumming all over her face. She moves her hands from tightly gripping your ass to your hips pushing them flat against the wall, away from her face.

“Not yet, be good for me yeah?” She says as she looks up at you, your juices dripping down her chin with a shit eating grin on her face, her hair messed up from you gripping it so hard. She puts one of your legs on her shoulder, pulling your hips back to her and diving back in. She sucks your clit into her mouth, drawing quick circles on it. She holds your thigh, mirroring her tongue with her thumb.

She reaches up rubbing her fingertips at your entrance, then prodding them into you, her thick long fingers don’t compare to your own, they split you apart as she pumps them into you curving them at just the right spot. You were holding your moans in before, as well your best friend was next door and she knew you were here. Fucking risky.

But you couldn’t any longer, your quiet moans from before were now near screams god you wanted to scream her name for the whole world to hear. She pumps them in and out, her tongue working magic on your clit, your thoughts fading away you couldn’t think of any logic, not that you could before. If you could, you wouldn’t have Abby’s fingers deep inside you right now.

You look down at her, she looks back up removing her fingers, you lock your fingers back into her blonde locks. She teases your hole again but with three fingers, as if you could handle that. “Abby, I can’t, won’t fit.” She looks at you as if you insulted her, pulling away from your clit slightly just to mumble. “I’ll make it fit darling.” And she does. She shoves her fingers back into you, introducing a fullness you didn’t know could exist.

Her mouth speeds up and so does her fingers, the consistent hitting of such a special spot inside you pulled you over the edge. You let out your last breathy moan of her name as your walls pulse on her. She pulls her mouth away, watching as her fingers struggle to move any longer inside. She pulls them out, a string of slick connecting you to her.

“God damn, never hear anyone say my name like that.” She removes your leg from her shoulder and stands up, shoving her fingers into your mouth as you suck on them, Abby watching intensely.

“Good girl, love to see you suck on something else sometime.” She kisses your cheek, pulling down your top and sitting you into the bed. “You were really good darling.” She reaches behind her, grabbing your pants, pulling them back onto your body, you lift your hips to assist her.

You’re never going to see those panties ever again and you know it.

You reach into your pants pocket, pulling out your phone to check the time. You’ve only been here for fifteen minutes, god damn. You could go for round two if it wasn’t for all the mind games she plays.

“Gimme your number.” She says holding out her phone. You nod and take it into your hands, typing in your number and saving it as a contact.

“Thanks.” You say back.

“For what? You should have come earlier, would have had more time to play with you but I have to study.” She says, playing an innocent look at you.

You stand up, walking towards the door she follows. She gives you a hug and a kiss then opens the door. “I'll text you, promise.”

You can’t fix her, she’s unfixable.

You have to tell yourself that.

A/n! I know this isnt a popular fic but ive been listening to shades of cool SOOOO MUCH i had to and she was the perfect fit. Asshole abby has my heart

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[clovermoters]

Snowfall

💌 lando norris x reader

💌 hot tub ski trip smut wc: 0.9k

💌 Warnings: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT!!!), swearing

💌 author note: hi this is my first ever fic so please be nice to me !! enjoy lovelies <3

The cold winter night surrounded your upper body as you’re sat in the hot tub at the cabin in the mountains you rented along with your boyfriend, Lando and a couple other friends. The formula one season starts soon and you all wanted to spend some time together before you and Lando are in a different part of the world every other week. 

You came out to the hot tub after dinner to wind down since you’ve been skiing all day and the jets work wonders on your muscles. You rest your head on the tub looking up at the ski and breathing in the cool air from the snow sat on the trees isolating the cabin. you shook out of your thoughts to the sound of the door latching and turn your head to see your boyfriend in nothing but his swim trunks and the dark green crocs you bought him for Christmas. 

“Hi my love!” he smiled as he shrugged his crocs off and placed his towel right next to yours on the lawn chair slightly covered in snow. “Did you leave our friends in there all alone?” you teased as he climbed into the hot tub and settled next to you. “Not entirely, Max and P were cleaning the kitchen from dinner so I'm sure they’ll find something to do.” he said while his hand moved to wrap around your shoulders. He kissed your cheek “I haven't seen you all day, how were the slopes?”

“They were okay, boring without you though.” Lando had meetings about the upcoming season so he couldn’t join you and your friends. “Third wheeling is hard.” you whine while lying your head to his shoulder. 

He laughed “well now we know how Max felt for 2 years” he pulled you into his lap “we weren’t very subtle babe” he mutters while his hands find your hips and eventually make their way to your ass. He starts kissing your neck and you can feel himself growing underneath you. 

“wow you really missed me huh?” you tease as your hands find themselves tangled in his curls. “you know it.” is all he says before your lips smash against his. 

In minutes your kiss becomes very heated and soon Lando is catching your moans in his mouth trying not to disturb your friends who’s window is looking out to the hot tub. Lando’s sure that they are doing the same thing as you two but the thought of his best friend catching him like this makes him want to throw up. The second your lips touch his neck his worry fizzles away out of existence and his focus shifts solely on you. 

A quiet whimper leaves his mouth as you find his sweet spot on his neck. “Fuck, baby. ” He mumbles, moving his hands from your waist to come in-between you. He gently moves your bathing suit bottoms to the side and slides a finger through your folds. He quickly glances at you with lust in his eyes, asking for permission, you nod “use your words, love” your head falls to his shoulder in anticipation. 

“Please Lan” you practically moan. Without hesitation he pushes two fingers into you and slowly pumps. moans fall from your mouth as he curls his fingers hitting the spot that makes you see stars. Fuck Lando loves the sounds you make when he’s inside you. His hard cock is begging to be let free from his trunks as he feels your contract around his fingers. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as your breathing gets heavier. “Lan Im so close” you whimper into his shoulder and begin to lightly kiss it, digging your nails into his biceps. 

“I know baby, I know” he speeds up his movements bringing you to your high and finishing on his fingers. You grab his face pulling him in for a kiss causing him to whimper in surprise, bucking his hips into your core to find release for himself. You tug on his swim trunks releasing his cock and start to stroke it. Lando throws his head back with a groan “I need you..” he moans and that’s all he needs to say for you to sink onto him. Both your jaws fall slack as you adjust to the size of him. “holy fuck” you mumble as you begin to rock your hips back and forth. 

Lando is kissing you like it's the last thing he’ll ever get to do “I'm close baby” he says into your lips causing you to increase the pace of your rocking. it's not long before you reach your second high and his cum fills you up, moans fall from both of your lips. Your head falls to his shoulder as you both catch your breath. Lando grabs your chin and makes you look at him “love you” he simply states and places a kiss on your forehead. “Love you too, can we go make hot chocolate?” you ask with an innocent giggle “Of course my love” he smiles, helping you out of the hot tub and wraps you in your towel before wrapping his own around his waist. You two quickly change into hoodies and sweatpants, you choosing to wear one of Lando's quadrant hoodies from his suitcase before heading to the kitchen to make your cups of hot chocolate and sit by the fireplace while you drift off to sleep in Lando’s arms while watching your favourite Christmas movie, Elf. 

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Be nice to me this is my first ever fic, idk if ill write more i probably will because i had fun writing this

[yung-notorious]

It’s been a while….so….sneak peak of chapter nine of nlm…..come get y’all juice….

The walk to his car isn’t any more than a block, but it’s just enough cardio to remind you that you’re still hungry. When his car finally comes into view, there’s no need for him to point it out. In the daylight, it looks a whole lot nicer than you remember from the last two times he picked you up under the streetlights. It’s a smooth deep black, so spotless it looks like he drove it right off the lot, and the rims are polished so clean they catch the sun like a mirror. It’s the kind of car that doesn’t belong here, being parked alongside the starter cars of college students and the modest minivans of the families who actually live in this neighborhood. 

You’ve seen your fair share of niceness around here— cars, homes, the little consigment shops that line Market Street. Your school sits in one of the wealthiest zip codes in the county, so spotting an Audi or any luxury car of the same price tag isn’t exactly shocking. But one driven by someone his age, and in undergrad? That’s hell of a lot less common. And as for you, who grew up around a different kind of nice, riding around with him? Now that’s something your folks back home would have to see to believe. 

But see, that’s the thing about him though— he has this way of making everything feel like it’s exactly how it should be. Like how he can hand you a hundred dollar bill and treat it like just because money, or let’s you keep a Burberry hoodie that costs damn near as much as your rent, and not because you asked, but simply because he wants you to. It’s the kind of shit like that he does for you that has you asking yourself, if it’s you that’s tripping? Or is he moving how he does by anybody close to him.

“Watch that puddle before you get in.” He says low, almost like an afterthought, as the two of you approach his car. With a quick beep, he unlocks it, his arm slipping from your shoulders as he steps ahead to open the passenger door for you.

“Where—” You almost step forward, and sure enough there’s a murky pool of brown water stretching underneath the door, right at the edge of your toes. Thank god you wore socks with your crocs…

“Oh shit, I see it.” You step over it carefully, sliding into the seat just as he rounds the front of the car. Dropping your keys and wallet into the cup holder, you shift to get comfortable— only to immediately sense the seat been pushed back. Like, way back. Like somebody double your height and built like an NBA draft pick was riding around with him. Ready to fuss at him for it,  you glance through the windshield searching for him, catching him looking behind his car with a confused look etched on his face.

Slipping a hand down to fiddle with the seat adjuster, you feel the full extent of the leather��s warmth, the afternoon sun having soaked into it all day. And then it hits you all at once— the muted, familiar mix of his cologne and the Black Ice car freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. It’s a scent only someone who’s been around him enough would recognize, so distinctly him that, for a split second, it almost tricks you into thinking you missed being here.

But then that Instagram story from the other night flashes through your mind. And just like that, you’re mentally cringing so hard it’s got to be showing on your face.

Note to self: Don’t wear any kind of jewelry around the crazy ones. 

“Yo— what big ass person did you have in your car?” You laugh, half teasing, half serious, as he slides into the driver’s seat. The solid slam of his door follows and you hear him mumble something under his breath, but you barely glance his way, too busy fumbling with the seat controls. And like the smarty pants you are, you figure out how to bring it back upright in seconds.

“Who’d you have in here— what?” You pause mid-question, catching his annoyed sigh. He’s been talking this whole time. When you finally look over, his brows are pinched, eyes scanning over what’s very clearly a parking ticket. Always…always something right?

“Said I just got a ticket…” He flips it over, then back again, like he’s hoping it’ll magically turn out to be fake.

“For what? How’d you get a ticket? Lemme see—” Your question comes out more like an accusation because, for real, how the hell do you get a ticket on this block? And on a weekend? Before he can even respond, you snatch it out his hand. Not like it takes a genius to read. Your eyes skim down the slip, and sure enough, in bold black print—

“For parking in front of a hydrant—” He draws out. 

“Seventy-five dollars!?” You shoot him a look. “Oh, you’re dumb.” Flipping it over, you check if it’s actually legit. The back is completely blank except for a single dirt stain, but there’s an officer’s name and badge number printed on the front along with a bunch of other codes. So yeah, it’s real. 

“What time did they even give you this?” You turn it back around. “Seven thirty in the morning!? They ain’t give you a chance, damn.” You bark out a laugh. “They were on it!”

“You looking at it like you tryna pay it for me…” He reaches out, and when you pass it back, you don’t miss the little attitude behind how he snatches it.  

“Tuh! You funny.” You watch as he shoves it into the center console, right on top of the rest of his junk. And when he goes to close it, you sneak a peek— catching a glimpse of a couple small mylar bags, a Bluntville pack, a  few stray Wawa napkins and receipts. 

“I should go down and dispute this shit. I’m not even in front of it— it’s behind my back wheel.” He mutters, shutting the console. You quickly bring your eyes back up, not trying to seem nosey, only to catch the curious look he’s shooting back at you. 

“How you ain’t see it when you parked?” You ask, coming out a little too chipper, trying to steer the conversation away from how obvious it was you were looking all in his shit. Sorry, can’t help being nosey when he never tells you shit.

“It was dark out. Y’all don’t even have a streetlight on this block. The fuck…” He says it matter-of-factly. Now, that might actually be true, but who’s y’all? You don’t own these blocks. But you’ll let that comment slide.

Rolling down his window, he leans out to take one last look, and you do the same— because you need to see if he actually has a case or if he’s full of shit. Your shoulders bump slightly as you both peer out. His body close enough that you can smell your conditioner and body wash he used, and when you glance sideways, you catch him mid-concentration— plump lips slightly parted as he studies the distance between the hydrant and the tail end of his car, but god, fuck all that right now, they look so soft you’d kiss him right if you could…

“That shit is not in front of my car— sit back.” He huffs, leaning back so quickly, nearly knocking you into your seat.

It is, but for the sake of his ego you stop yourself from outright saying it, instead letting out a half-laugh, amused by how pressed he is over what’s got to be a minor ding in his wallet for him. But judging by his reaction, you’re starting to wonder if he’s good for collecting tickets. 

“It’s a Sunday. They shouldn’t even be out here working…” He grumbles, pulling another laugh from you, and you know what, hearing him fuss over shit that isn’t related to you for once, is actually quite fucking funny. Poor Satoru, inconvenienced by the laws of the parking authority. Aren’t you special! 

“....need to be in church or at home with their families. Since when do they even be out this early?” 

“Didn’t I tell you you should’ve left.” You mumble under your breath, half joking. But of course, not low enough, earning you a side eye as he starts the car.

“Like you were really gonna let me leave.” He snorts, gripping the wheel as he pulls off.

And see— now that, you can’t argue with. Because if he weren’t speaking the truth, you’d have said something slick right back. But given how you acted when he pulled that stunt the other night, you both know exactly how that would’ve played out.

“Check if I got glasses in there.”  He points towards the glove compartment in front of you, and without a secound thought, you reach over and pop it open. The latch clicks, and the door swings down to reveal a mess of papers and a black case tucked underneath.

“These?” You pull out the case, flipping it open to find tinted silver frames you don’t recognize— well, actually, you might have seen these before. He probably has a picture up somewhere on Instagram wearing them. They’re rimless rectangles, just as tinted as his other pair,  and by the look of them alone you can tell they’re fucking expensive. The metal arms are so delicate you’re careful pitching them between your fingertips, turning them over to check the brand— 

“Cartier!?” Your head snaps towards him as you pass him the frames, too stunned to keep holding them. God damn, fucking Cartier!? Knowing you, you’d mess around and drop  them. “How much were these?” 

“Like ten— twelve…” He plucks them from your fingers with one hand, the other steady on the wheel. Tilting his head just enough to slide the glasses on, the frames settle into place as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“Twelve thousand!?” 

“Hundred.” He side-eyes you with a look like be serious, like he’d be a fool to ever spend that kind of bread on some glasses. But what do you know? The only thing you recognize from Cartier is their LOVE bracelets from way back when Kylie Jenner used to rock them, and even those go for a couple racks each. Clearly there’s a difference between having money, and being made of it. 

“They’re from Neimans,” He adds. “I didn’t think they were going to be in there.”

“What, you thought you lost ‘em?” You let out a small scuff, because seriously, how do you misplace something this nice like they’re a box of tissues to just toss and keep in your car. 

“Something like that.” He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “I tore my dorm up looking for them, but didn’t think to check in there till now. Now I can’t find my other pair, guess I’ma be looking for those next.”

“They gotta be in your room then, because you for sure didn’t have them on when you came over last night. And I didn’t see you pull anything else out of your pockets.” 

Keys. Wallet. Phone. He had his stuff sitting on your night stand, you remember. Plus, you would have seen them when you were tidying up. 

“Gotta be. I’m careless with my shit...” He sighs, slumping back against the seat as the car rolls to a stop at a red light. His fingers tap absentmindedly against the wheel, but his eyes still find a way to drift over to you, you can’t see much of anything behind the dark tint of his lenses, but judging by his silence alone you can tell he’s somewhere between annoyed and pissed at himself. 

“It’ll turn up…” You say softly, reaching for your phone in the cup holder as if you're expecting a text. It’s not that you don’t care— you do. Misplacing something you wear every day can easily ruin someone’s whole day. You know that feeling all too well, been there enough times looking for your AirPods case— and misplacing that, especially when you’re on the way out the door, is enough to drive you up a fucking wall. 

You don’t really know what else to say that could help, so you settle on the easiest, flattery. “I like this pair on you though. They’re nice.” You glance over again, letting your eyes trail over him— the frames don’t match the casualness of his sweats at all, but somehow, he makes it work. Because of course he can. 

“Yeah…” He drags, nodding like he already knows. “Connect your phone, put something on.” 

You open the music app with a sigh, scrolling through your recently added looking for something good. “It’s too early, I don’t know what to play…” 

He glances at the dash double-checking the time, the both of you knowing good and well it’s anything but early. “Early? It’s damn near two o’clock.” He laughs. “Put on some Thug or something.”

“I’m not playing Young Thug on my good Sunday.” You shoot back, giving him a side-eye. You’re not hating on Thug by any means. You rinsed Slime Season 3 enough times to rap that album top to bottom, but you’re not exactly in the mood to hear gangsta music right now. And for damn sure if he’s gonna be rapping along to it. Good lord, spare you the headache!

He looks over, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong with Thug?” 

“I’m not putting on Thug.”

“Bro—” He sucks his teeth, like he’s about to say something smart next, but the look you give in return shuts it all the way down. You know, that look that says try me if you want too, reminding him you’re not the one. “Alright, alright, I’m playing, chill— I’ll pick something. Lemme see your phone.”

“Why you need my phone? Just tell me what to play.” 

“Because whatever I say, you’re gonna be like nooo not that— just gimme your phone. I’m not gonna go through it, I promise.” He shoots you a look like he’s asking you not to make this difficult for him. You hesitate for half a second before passing it over to not seem suspicious, mentally praying no out-of-pocket texts or DMs come through while he’s holding it. 

He scrolls for a second, pausing with a little squint. “Somebody just texted you too, by the way.” He flashes the screen your way before passing it back. 

You take it, glancing down— only to see it’s just a classmate, asking “Do you think he’ll care if I skip tomorrow?”. You snort and shoot back a quick “girl who cares skip lol”, before locking your phone. 

He’s already got the music queued, tapping at the CarPlay screen when you look up. “You listen to Rod Wave?” He asks, goofy as ever. Nostalgia album art popping up on the screen as he cranks up the volume. 

You blink. “Rod Wave? What you know about some Rod Wave.” You laugh, side-eyeing him like he just said something wild. You’re genuinely surprised by his pick— and it’s not a bad one either. Rod Wave, huh? Yeah, can’t say you didn’t see that one coming.

He smirks, “Yeah Rod Wave. Why you say it like that? 21 on this track too.” 

“I listen to Rod Wave, I'm just surprised you do.” You shoot back, settling into your seat like you’re gearing up for a little banter on whose music knowledge is greater. He leans back in his seat too, hand on the wheel like he’s already won. “Scht, whattttt—- everybody listens to Rod Wave!”

And honestly? He’s not wrong. You can’t even argue, not when the opening piano chords of Turks and Caicos come through the speakers and the whole car fills up with the bass of Rod’s voice. “I said I’m surprised you listen to Rod Wa—” 

“Hold on—hold on, listen—” He cuts you off mid-sentence, tapping your shoulder like something important is about to happen, then points towards the screen.

“What—” You start, and then—

“She’s a real deal diva, more than an Instagram model. Bad bitches love resposado, drinkin’ out the bottle—”

“Oh my god!” You groan, face in your hands immediately. Full-body fucking cringe. You already know he’s about to act a fool. And sure enough, he does, rapping along word for word, like he’s been waiting all week to perform this exact verse. Man, what the hell! 

“I don’t usually try and shoot no shots, but I couldn’t pass on her! Told ‘em stop the car and let me out, I seen that ass on her.” He reaches over mid-verse to peel your hands away from your face, and you give in only to keep him from swerving.

“Playing mean, but she really sweet, my heart skipped a beat.” His thumb drags under your chin like he’s some kind of Casanova, and you’re caught between laughing and trying to wriggle away, half-pleading for him to let up. “Moveeee!”

“In the club where I hardly could be, so I bring the party to me! Top floor, presidential suite and we fifty deep— hold on, T, could you stop the beat? Let’s get something to eat!” 

“Okay!” You whine, dissolving into a fit of laughter, as he tickles your side, poking and prodding until you’re squirming. He only stops when he’s too breathless to keep going, easing up just as the car rolls to a red light.

If she tryna set a trap, then it’s gonna work

I love you and all your baddie friends, boo, let’s go to Turks

The song keeps playing as he turns to you with this smug little grin, lip-syncing like he’s got something to prove.

I don’t want your Insta or your Snapchat

Add me on your finsta where you be bad at. 

His goofy smile softens as he mouths the next line, “She don’t want no more love and I don’t mind, she’s here for a good time, not a long time.” And despite knowing it’s just a song, the way you can't decipher his expression behind those tinted shades, makes your stomach flip just a little.

I told her after we can get done, we can island hop.

He hits the last line with a grin, “Her friend told me, shut up, it's shot o’clock!”, dropping the volume as the light turns green and he eases into the turn lane.

But wait.

“Um…I thought we were going to Chipotle?” You ask, raising a brow when he takes a left instead of the usual right towards the shopping plaza nearby. 

“We are, we’re going to the one on up the Pike. Choso used to work at that other one, he said that place dirty.” 

“I never had a problem with my food there…”

“‘Cause you’re not the one in the back cooking it. A restaurant's food can be good and the place still be dirty.” He says, like that’s the final word. Alright well, if they’re both claiming that Chiptole is dirty then you’re not about to fight that battle. That’s never been your hill to die on, and it won’t be today either.  

“Sit back, I got this.” He adds, right as he presses the gas to merge onto the highway. He didn’t say it in any type of way, but the fact a man is teling you to kick back— even gently, is enough to make you catch a little attitude.

“I was just making sure you knew where you were going.” You mutter, arms crossing and eye rolling.

“What?” He shoots back, not snapping, but there’s a slight edge in his voice. You can’t tell if he didn’t hear you or if he’s baiting you to say it again.

“Nothing…” You say, a lot friendlier too, reaching over to turn the volume up before he can get another word in. The bass kicks up immediately, easily drowning out whatever slick shit he might say next. You mentally check out after that, relaxing into the seat and letting your gaze wander to the blur of trees outside the window. But the quietness coming from his end pulls you back in.

You glance over at him— just a quick peek to make sure he’s not really mad— only to catch him mouthing the lyrics to 500lbs like he’s dead serious about them. Word for fucking word. No skips. Not a care in the world with his locked on the road, and you can tell his foot is itching to push the gas to 100. You have to bite your lip to stop a smile from creeping up, because of course he knows Lil Tecca, and you can’t blame him either. He’s got that hot shit playing, talk to ‘em Gojo!

more to come soon 💕

[kissedlver]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪ Lucky Girl

zilla fatu x fem!nurse!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, cursing, creampie, overstimulation.

enjoy 💕.

The ache in your feet was painfully evident as you made your way into you and Zilla’s shared apartment, sliding off the crocs you were wearing, before placing your bag and keys onto the kitchen island. You stepped towards the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing one of the many water bottles placed in there.

Turning back towards the island, you hear a noise come from the living room. A smile grew on your face as you realize the noise had come from Zilla. You quickly inched across the kitchen until you had made your way to the living room.

He was lying on his back with the phone in front of his face. You walked over to him, crawling ontop of him.

“What’s up, ma,” The man underneath you spoke. you moved your head, so your chin was on his chest.

“Hi baby,” my smile was growing just looking at him.

“How’d work go?” The feeling of his big hands playing with your hair made you relax into him more.

“It was tiring, Dr.Johnson still won’t leave me alone, even though i’ve asked him nicely multiple times. I even made it clear to him that I was happily engaged but he said that doesn’t matter. It was just very stressful today.”

While you were talking, Zilla sucked his teeth before placing his hands on your ass.

“He gon get his ass beat. I already told his ass if he fucks with you again, imma bring my ass up there. Call me next time he fucks with you.” You hum against his chest.

“I’m serious, Y/n, you know ion play with you letting people disrespect you.”

“I know, Zay, imma tell him. I just don’t want to get in trouble with the hospital.” You take in his tattoos as you trace over them with your nail.

“Ian gon let you get in trouble, ma, you know that.” Zilla’s facesentence trails off as he sat up making you sit in his lap, making your covered heat press against his dick. You suck your teeth before looking up at him.

“Now why would you do that.” He smirks down at you before grabbing your hips and slowly rocking you against him.

“You said you had a stressful day, lemme take care of you.” Zilla holds you as he flips y’all over, so he’s on top.

“Plus you look sexy as hell in those scrubs.” You roll your eyes before laughing.

Zilla leans down beside your face and kisses your neck. A moan falls from your lips as he starts leaving a mark on your neck. You feel him lick the mark before he starts kissing you further down until he reached the brim of your scrubs.

He sneaks his hands underneath the waistband and finds the lace of your panties. He moves them to the side before his fingers finally find your dripping wet core. “Always ready for me. I get you this wet?” He eases two fingers into me.

I grabbed his arm for something to hold onto. “Zilla, please, I need you.” He looks up at you, with his fingers still going, and smirks.

He fixes his fingers to make a “come here” motion whilst still inside of me. I gasped as my back arched from the couch.

“You need me, ma?” You nod your head quickly hoping he would let you feel him.

Zilla takes his hand from your pants, bringing it to his mouth. “mmm, you taste good.” You feel your body heat up as you watch him, your body getting more and more desperate for him to pay attention to your needs.

He taps your side giving you the sign to lift your hips up before going to pull down your pants. He pulls the pants along with your underwear down.

“Don’t matter how much I see fat ma, I can’t never get over her.” You whine at the comment, trying to cover yourself, making him laugh.

He moves your hand before he goes down and places his tongue flat against your heat, making you arch into him. You place your hand in his hair, trying to hold onto something. You grind against his face, or atleast try to before he wraps his hands around your thighs making you stay still.

Zilla was eating you like it was his last meal ever. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach start to form. He continued devouring you even after you had came down from your climax. He finally pulled away from your heat, giving your inner thigh a kiss, as you tried to steady your breathing. He leaned towards your forehead, pressing soft kisses to it.

“Are you okay?” Zilla asked you, rubbing your thighs.

“Mhm, I need you inside of me,” The words slur from your mouth as you look him in the eyes.

Zilla smirks before his hands find the waistband of his basketball shorts. He pulls them down along with his boxers.

When his dick was finally free from his boxers, you looked at it mesmerized as the precum dripped out of his tip as he lined himself up with your core. He teased you as he slides his tip through your folds.

He laughs as you start squirming underneath him. “What’s wrong baby?” Zilla smirks.

“Please Zay,” the sound was almost a whisper with how quietly you said it.

“Please what? You gotta speak up, mama.”

“Please fuck me, Zay.”

Zilla’s eyes darken as he finally pushes himself inside of you. The two of you moan at the contact, it had been a while since you both had alone time, so you had to readjust.

“You good?” Zilla asked after he bottoms out, keeping himself steady but not moving. You nod and he starts moving inside of you slowly and steady. After a few minutes, Zilla’s hips start speeding up, you feel his tip ramming into your cervix with every powerful thrust.

“It’s too big,” You feel tears well up in your eyes as the mix of pleasure and pain fills your body. Zilla brings his hand up to wipe your tears before bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“You want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You spoke through gritted teeth as you wrap your hands around his arms, which were planted beside your head.

He changed his position, pushing your legs closer to your chest before he lifts himself up and plants one of his legs onto the couch. You feel him reach a deeper spot in your core. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tip reach your g spot. The knot that was once in your stomach forms again as he continuously brushes against your g spot.

“I-i’m gonna cum,” You managed to breath out.

“I’m with you, ma.” He brings his hand down to where the two of you were connected and rubs your clit.

Your hands found his back as you came undone, making you drag your nails across his back, surely leaving marks but you could deal with that later. You let out a loud moan as you came for the second time. After a few more thrusts, Zilla shoots his hot liquid inside of you before softly collapsing on top of you.

After catching y’all’s breath and coming down from your highs, Zilla softly pulled out of you and got up. He walked into y’alls shared bedroom and walked into the connected bathroom, before coming back into the living room a few seconds later with a small wet towel. He cleaned you up before picking you up and taking you to the bathroom to use it.

After you finished up your business and cleaned yourself up again. He picked you back up, taking you to the bedroom, before placing you in bed under the covers. He went to the closet before coming back out with a shirt. He walked over to you again as you sleepily sat up, pulling your scrub top and bra off, you grabbed the shirt from him. You pulled it over your head before laying down once more. You dozed off until you felt the bed dip beside you. Zilla settled down in bed before he pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead.

THE END

y’all this was my first time writing smut for real😭, please be kind or please leave some tips !!

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 3

[Part 2]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, cursing, violence by reader!

Focus on Jason

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You never liked working the night shift, the walk home was always creepy. A constant impending doom on your shoulder. Sure lately you had the Bats watching you, but tonight they seemed to be missing. You debated on calling a taxi yet you knew at night alone a taxi could be more dangerous then walking. At least when you walk if need be you can try and run.

You passed by a store with TVs in the windows, the news on several of the screens warning of an escape at Arkham. No wonder the bats were missing and the street was empty. You pulled out and gripped the taser your friend had given you tightly in your hand. It was a high voltage one, strong enough to drop a large man, maybe even killer croc the issue was you had to be close by. Still the protection or the hint of it soothed some of your nerves as you sprinted home.

Coming up to your apartment door and without incident had you nearly crying in relief. You began to unlock your door quickly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was definitely the paranoia from the news and the late night that made you whip around and jab the taser into whoever it was.

They dropped like a sack of wet flour to your feet unconscious, and you realized who you just tazed. "Oh God...oh God! I just tazed the Redhood, oh fuck oh fuck..." So much for getting home without incident.

Jason came to a faded tingling in his limbs and... his mask on his face? He sat up ready to go on the attack until he saw you. Then he remembered you had tazed him. His sweet little sibling had *tazed* him. He didn't know if he should be proud or worried you had a taser so strong.

You were asleep on the old recliner while he had been laid on the sofa. He recognized some aches, you must have dragged him in. He was impressed you managed to move him on your own. But he'd have to talk to you about not bringing strays into the house. This time it was him but what if it hadn't been him?

Jason groaned because he knew the family would see this whole incident. If not from his mask footage, then from the many cameras Replacement had placed around the apartment and outside it. "Fuck..." He was never going to hear the end of it.

At the sound of a foreign voice you jolted awake and looked at him scared. "Please don't be mad?" Your voice was small, and if he hadn't been paying attention to you he would have missed it.

"Normally folks start with a sorry. But I'll let it slide this time." He was doing his best not to show his softness to you. He wanted to scoup you up and praise you for defending yourself. But another part of him *hated* the fact you had had to do it at all.

"I'm sorry! I... I saw the news about the Arkham break out on the way home and when someone...you touched me I panicked."

He couldn't tell if you were feeling guilty for hurting him or scared he'd hurt you in return. "You got good reaction time kid. What the fuck were you doing out though?" Most employers had safe rooms or an office in the back that employees could hide in during a break out. Usually it was just an at night situation since the day time was usually safe to travel.

"I had to get home. I didn't know about the break out until halfway home, and I was already closer to home than work. It was smarter for me to run home than double back." It was a logical choice on your end, but he still didn't like it.

"Normally I'd be pissed at this," No he wouldn't have not with them his baby sibling. "But given the situation and the fact you brought me inside and left my helmet on I'll let it slide."

He knew he didn't have the usual clean record the bat brood had. Publicly, he was an anti-hero and crime lord. Sure, he hadn't killed anyone recently, but the civilians were always wary because they knew it was on the table for him. It wasn't. He was *trying* to be better, but most didn't see it that way.

"Really?" The hopeful and pathetic look on your face made him chuckle. An action that he knew with the voice modulator was intimidating.

"Really. I'm not even going to tell you to be more careful next time. You need reactions like that in Gotham." They didn't need them, not much longer. The family would keep them safe. He wouldn't fail them like the family had him. In fact... "But, since I *am* the injured party. You're going to let me stay here tonight."

"What? Shouldn't you be out fighting?" You almost seemed desperate to get him out. That was okay he knew you were just scared and shaken from tonight's events.

"That taser did a bit more damage than I expected. I go out now, I would be a liability." That was a lie not that he'd ever let you find that out. "Besides wouldn't it be better to have someone here with you?" He knew you were scared, more scared of the rogues than him.

"But... fine! You get the sofa tonight." You tried so hard to keep some semblance of control in this, that was cute.

"You got it, Sparky." He laughed as you bristled at the nickname. He'd keep you safe, and even if Bruce wanted to, Jason would be free from any scolding. After all, he had been tasked with playing gaurd tonight, from a distance... but this was far more effective. He wouldn't let you die, not like he had, Jason would burn Gotham before he let that happen.

[peargreen-jellybean]

random, poolverine hurt/comfort idea. wade is a little less insane in this bc i think he mellows out a bit at home and bc i’m too lazy to write more

(below cut if you give a shit)

after the time ripper

logan wakes up and expects to be in an alleyway or the back of a bar bc the owner was too nervous to make him leave. expects a hard surface and broken glass in his chest. but he’s on a crappy couch, in clothes not belonging to him, and inside what looks like an apartment

the memories sluggishly come back, almost too absurd to believe, but when he’s fully awake he hears a radio and cautiously follows the sound to, he discovers, a kitchen

and there’s wade fucking wilson, wearing “i <3 hot dads” shorts, an apron, crocs. no shirt, no mask. turning a toaster this way and that, and shaking it like he wants information from it

wade notices the lingering man in the doorway, chirps a ‘good morning peanut’, gestures to a “hero’s breakfast” and tells his guest to help himself. the toaster is being a dick right now and he’s trying to fix it

a bit taken back, at the sheer domestic-ness of it all, logan drops into a seat at the wobbly table and takes the tabletop in. half burned toast, mostly scrambled eggs, and an assortment of other breakfast time items he hasn’t really seen, much less eaten, in years

what does it? old memories and guilts, recent events and their pains, the familiar smell of coffee, wade grumbling at the counter over a broken toaster like a strange picture of domestic living? really it could be anything, but logan starts to tremble in his seat. something is tight in his chest, too tight and still tightening. it’s overwhelming. too much at once

is he really going to break down here, now, in wade fucking wilson’s kitchen, wearing his worn-soft clothes and listening to a quiet song on the radio?

yeah, he is. fucking pathetic

but logan is startled out of his spiral by:

fingers sliding into his hair. a hand tugging at his head. his face pressing into a warm, solid body

wade has abandoned his toaster and now cradles him to his hip

logan yanks his head away with a ‘what the fuck are you doing’, or he tries to. wade doesn’t let him escape far, pulling him back into the dip of his hip. gently holding him and rubbing his scalp with his fingertips once he feels logan give up the fight

‘easy peanut.’ wade hesitates for a moment. ‘vanessa used to do this… when shit got really bad.’

he doesn’t elaborate. he doesn’t have to. the weight of the softly spoken words is enough.

and while he wants to fight it- he doesn’t need sentimental crap or pity- logan takes a breath just long enough to pause here in this moment, and let’s himself feel

wade is constant, steady; the weight of his hand gentle, but grounding. the dip of his hip holding his head near perfectly. the warmth of him seeping into his skin, then flesh, then bones, settling in his chest

wade is anchoring him

maybe he should fight this, or be annoyed, or just generally pissed at the coddling, but when was the last time he was held like this? comforted like this?

wade will be insufferable after this, probably smug and a whole new level of too comfortable touching him, but right now, right here, he’s calming. he’s- something logan can’t quite name

and call him weak, call him pathetic- because maybe he is- he’s gonna savor this for as long as he can

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that’s it. that’s all i got. enjoy, or don’t. that’s up to you ig

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Coffee Breath | Quinn Hughes x Fem Reader

Summary: Quinn and Y/N go to Starbucks and Target after Team practice, and they prep for the Hughes Brawl that is being played in 4 hours.

Warnings: language, and only one kiss (it’s a peck)

A:N- I hate this sm but I needed to post smth 🫶

All i know is that you talk to much

You’ve got those big blue eyes

Drive me crazy, make me fantasize

‘Bout you baby

After team practice before the next game, Quinn and I leave the rink and we pick up some coffee. Quinn is wearing a letter this year on his jersey so, he has to take his body seriously now. All he does is workout. I’ve been dragging him to get coffee with me, just like it was in the past.

“You wnat your Gingerbread Oatmilk Chai?” Quinn says as he looks into my eyes. All I see is his light blue eyes, almost as if they were grey.

I look to his right eye, and to his left, then down to his lips, I love him. He sees my trick, and he grabs my thigh, as he moves his fingers into my warm special place.

He’s such a cunt.

“Yeah, the chai is perfect. And could I get a Gouda sandwich- the one I like.” I say as we pull into the Starbucks drive through. He turns his head as he pulls his blue hood off his head.

Said you can’t trust me

I said it’s fine.

I’m wearing the perfect outfit. Black leggings, pink sports bra, and of course Quinn’s hoodie. My shoes, are also his, they’re wayy too big, but they’re just crocs. Quinn, in the drivers seat wearing a blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and his grey slides. We’re matching. I love him.

“Mobile order for Maya Ray.” Quinn says as he looks at me with a smirk. Maya- which isn’t my name, and Ray- is also not my name nor his name. We use fake names, out of our safety, and for fun. He pulls up to the second window and he grabs the Iced Chai and swings his arm to me, and he also grabs the sandwich I asked him to get me.

“Don’t get crumbs in my car. I’ll kill you.” Quinn snaps out at me.

What an actual cunt.

“Cuntasaurus.” I say underneath my breath. I grab the drink and the sandwich and place the chai into my lap. I unwrapped my sandwich and started to bite in.

“Do you have change?” Quinn asks. Weird. He payed online, he doesn’t need more money- unless he’s going to leave a tip. Then I thought that he could already leave a tip online.

“Why.” I say in response, only after I remembered to answer his question. I was lost into thought that I literally forgot to respond.

“So I can leave a tip, I forgot to tip online.” sure. I think to myself, I know he’s lying, he’s a freaking millionaire, he should have at least $10 freaking dollars on him.

“Yep.” I say and grab my phone case. I pull the $20 out and hand it to the lady, only because I know if I gifted it to Quinn, that money wouldn’t make it to the tip jar.

“I could have done that.” Quinn says snapping at me… again.

“Well obviously not.” I say as I open the middle console that splits our seats apart. I pull out $100 dollars and shove it in his face.

a side eye is all I get in response from him.

“Shocker. You know where my money is.” Quinn says after we turn into the parking lot of a target about 10 minutes later.

he’s literally the sassiest man I’ve ever fucking met. He’s… so, teenage boy. Literal brain rot. We need to pick up some groceries so I made a list of things that I needed. Of course I made a list of things that again only I need.

“So, why did you need to stop at Target?” Quinn says as he finds the farthest fucking parking spot there is. God, he better carry me back out here. I look into his blue eyes again, he literally drives me crazy, I can smell his cologne, and that makes me insane.

He smells like flowers, but in a masculine way. It’s hard to describe, he’s just so beautiful. It’s just a normal day for us, but it’s THE Hughes brawl. New Jersey Devils vs Canucks in Vancouver.

I’m excited, but no matter what I’m going to be proud, I’ve known Luke for the longest of times, and even before I met Luke and Wuinn I was friends with Jack.

“You coming?” Quinn says as he opens my door and grabs my left ass cheek. Let’s just say his love language is physical touch, he’s really touchy, clingy and childish, but so am I.

“Yep. Also Quinner-” I say before he freaking cuts me off.

“I know. you always make your own list. Never something that I would need, it’s always oh, what do I need? And oh, I ran out on shampoo, better get ME some.” Quinn says as he mocks me. He’s such an ass. But an ass taht I love.

Again as he swipes his right arm under my butt, he grabs my back with his left arm, and he tips over to the left as he swoops me into his arms and over his shoulder. Quinn pulls my leggings over my red lacy thong that I’m wearing under.

“I hate when you do that.” Quinn states as he closes my door and locks the car. He grabs my hand and we walk to the the doors of the store.

“Do what?” I say in actual confusion.

“You tease me, then you follow up with that with oh, I’m too tired and sorry I’m not in the mood.”

Quinn seems really upset, which is why I love to do it. I pull my hoodie down over my butt and I get an cloud of Quinn. I love him. I really do.

I’m hit with this wave of horny desperation.

“Hey, give me a kiss. Please!!” I say as I stop him and we stand in the middle of the parking lot. I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. I look deep into his eyes in pleading guilt.

“I know what you’re doing.” He says, he’s convinced that I’ll do the thing.

“Omg, just kiss me.” I say. But he won’t. So I grab his hand, and pull him back to the car, and I grab his keys form his pocket and unlock the doors.

“Please. Quinn I’m ready. Right now.” And I pull him into the backseat.

I pull at his silver chain that I bought him, its charm is a heart, and the back of the heart is a photo of us. When we were like 16.

“Please. Don’t. Not right now.” Quinn says as he pushes up agisnt me. I feel him getting hard. There’s truly a tent being built in his sweatpants.

“We have like 4 hours until the next game. We have time.” I say as I look into his neck ready to make a move. I can feel his pulse penetrating from his artery.

“No.” Quinn’s consistent with his answer. And I respect it. So I climb into the passenger seat and I forget about the target trip in general. And he climbs back into the drivers seat as well. And he pulls my cheek towards him. And he leans in for a kiss.

Taste like coffee.

[scvrgrl]

strawhat crew modern!au headcanons

a/n: as someone who recently graduated from high school, there are lots of categories of people/tropes that i can see some of the strawhats falling into if they attended high school in modern times! soooo here are some completely unserious and random modern!au headcanons that i came up with!

THIS IS ALL SATIRE AND FOR FUN!!

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LUFFY

never wears actual shoes, strictly crocs and slides

he loveeees the pajama pants/hoodie/tank top combo, it’s a staple fit (nami gets on him and wants to wear “real clothes”)

lowkey a cart demon 😭😭😭 but only during his freshman and sophomore year (jr and senior year he locked in thanks to ace’s influence)

being a cart demon made him fail most, if not all, his classes during the first two years (he ended up in credit recovery and graduated by the skin of his teeth)

never has a pencil and will ask you for one before class starts

his pens are chewed up and dry

HE GOT CHICKEN SCRATCH ASS HANDWRITING

loves school lunch and makes his friends use their lunch codes to get seconds and thirds

not afraid to ask a random for their lunch code to get more food

backpack is a tattered, beat up jansport bag that hangs on by two threads (an ace hand-me-down), has no actual school supplies just crumbs and crumpled up worksheets

usopp definitely posted something adjacent to this on his instagram close friends about the state of luffy’s backpack

as a recovering cart demon, luffy got hooked on geek bars (courtesy to sanji) and will ONLY get the sweet flavors

always offers a hit to sanji (he refuses)

**L.A. KID NICHE** he’s on lots of girl’s spams but isn’t interested in any of them (lowkey a red flag for any girls actually interested in him)

ZORO

a relatively good student, put in enough effort to have good grades but never took honors/AP courses

doesn’t ever mention his grades or studying, just shows up and takes the exam (does surprisingly well)

is very reserved and only ever socializes with his friend group

gets SOOOO many girls, but they’re too scared to approach/confess to him

only follows back girls he knows (aka nami, robin, perona, etc), will not go out of his way to follow any girls’ spams

isn’t entirely interested in social media, occasionally will scroll on insta reels (usopp and luffy begged him to get tiktok and he would not cave)

has good penmanship, cannot read to save his life

definitely wears reeboks that he’s had all throughout high school, luffy and usopp tear his ass up for it 😭💔

got his license as soon as he could (16), will drive himself and only himself to school

lots of people beg him for rides and he asks that you give him gas money (will give free rides only if they really need it, mainly for his homegirls)

will hustle you for gas money (nami refuses to pay and will give him gum instead)

SANJI

LOVESSSSS HIS GEEKBAR (but is strictly a cool mint enjoyer, none of that sweet shit cause it gives him a headache and makes him feel like a bitch😭)

everyone’s chauffeur and drives a huge white mom van with the sliding door (the crew fits in nice and snug so it works out)

never charges nami or robin for rides, but will over charge the guys for gas money

style is heavily influenced by tyler the creator, styles polos and dress shirts with baggy jeans/shorts with loafers

smells goodddduhhhhh cause he’s a cologne connoisseur, no matter the occasion

an AP/honors student but will struggle from time to time (receives a C here and there but not afraid to ask his teachers for extra cred opportunities)

has okay penmanship, nothing too extra

had a girlfriend during his sophomore year but they had a bad break up, still not over her years later

follows a lot of girls from school (which appears as a huge red flag) — the girl-to-guy ratio in his following his concerning and nami makes fun of him for it

has lots of situationships but they never last, feels bad so he still talks to them but usually leads them on (can’t get over his ex)

USOPP

is HILARIOUS, which strangely attracts lots of girls (sanji doesn’t understand the hype)

first in the friend group to have a spam, everyone followed suit after (he wanted the followers)

everyone wants to be on his spam/cf for the funny content, but will occasionally post an aesthetic photo dump

wears athletic gear (lots of tracksuits and slides — doesn’t put much effort into his outfits)

will bust out the graphic tee/baggy jeans combo once in a blue moon and it looks fire

your average class clown

his grades are average (C’s and some D’s), was in credit recovery once for a class during his senior year (didn’t bother showing up)

smokes strictly bud, will only hit luffy’s cart if he’s feining

will hit peoples geek bars on occasion, usually at a function when people pass it around to look cool

has chicken scratch handwriting but is more legible than luffy’s

NAMI

she’s in her own little world, luffy and usopp have to explain brainrot to her or else she’ll never understand their references

definitely touches up her makeup in class, her lip combo is NEVER off

treats school like a fashion show, her fits NEVER disappoint and is always receiving compliments

HYGIENE ON 10!!! always smells delicious but will lowkey gatekeep her perfume

always has gum and hand sanitizer (the cute ones from bath and body ofc)

took honors courses and the occasional AP course (only for the GPA boost)

her grades consist of As and Bs (she did get one C but she was able to negotiate with her teachers)

best friends with all her teachers, always spends lunch with them and asks them about their day

has amazing penmanship and lovessss writing in cursive

she don’t play about her snapchat streaks but will only use snap for that — no guys getting snaps but her friends

mainly posts on her insta story and has sooo many highlights (friends, food, fits, herself, you name it)

doesn’t have a spam but is a close friends warrior

doesn’t have a roster but will entertain guys occasionally (doesn’t actually care to have a boyfriend)

many people are surprised that she is a party girl/lovesss her liquor

not huge on tiktok brainrot but is surprisingly well-versed in lolcow lore (ash trevino, tophiachu, daniel larson, etc.)

films tiktok grwm’s and has gained some popularity from it

ROBIN

very involved in school activities (extracurriculars, on the women’s track and field team, etc.)

takes all AP classes but does it cause she genuinely enjoys the rigor and workload

has never touched a drug in her life but she would never judge her friends for it

HAD AN EMO PHASE!! grew out of it but parts of it stayed with her

the tutor of the friend group (mainly usopp and luffy will be the ones to ask for help — complain when she gives them “homework”)

never had huzz and will have the same boyfriend for years at a time (very committed to her relationships)

has social media but is never active on it (you can only reach her through text messages)

phone always on dnd tho so good luck 😭🕊️

LUFFY & USOPP

these two are completely inseparable, always sitting together when there’s no seating chart (always end up being separated anyway)

definitely participated in the “devious licks” trend and had a competition on who could steal the most obscure items (luffy stole a bathroom sink and got suspended)

they’re the type of kids who never cared to learn the last names of their teachers so they strictly call them “miss” or “mister”

ended up on peoples close friends for doing random, stupid shit

they’re the type to pick on the kids who can’t read (zoro) for popcorn reading OR will pick on each other cause they know they can’t read either

INSTAGRAM REEL AND TIKTOK DEMONS (not afraid to show you the brainrot that consumes their feed, expects you to be on their level of humor)

participated in axe bombing the locker rooms after PE

everyone wants to be their friend, which is why they have lots of followers on their socials

luffy is more likely to get down for you/protect you at a function, but he’s gotta be there when something goes down or he’ll miss it completely

usopp, on the other hand, will not 😭😭😭 but he will console you

SANJI & ZORO

will pick on each other and get into heated arguments in the group chat (makes it a little awkward at first but will eventually make up by asking each other to hop on a video game)

the fighting in the group chat scares luffy so he sends this photo

had a bit of an academic rivalry after sanji found out that zoro is actually an exceptional student

sanji will reluctantly give zoro rides to the functions — makes him cover nami and robin's share of the gas money

not the best of friends but will get along for the sake of everyone else

will share a good moment or two once in a while, usually when they’re out and having fun with the whole group

the two of them would DEFINITELY have your back at a function — making sure you’re safe, watching your back, will get down for you if needed no matter what

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hope you guys enjoyed! lmk what you wanna see next ;)

[bellsluvschrissturn]

a chris book where reader has a boyfriend and chris is his best friend and chris stays at readers and boyfriends house and when boyfriend goes out reader and chris have tension (with smut and they get caught"

WHAT…THE…FUCK

Warning: unprotected sex, riding,pet names, baby, mama,handsome,

chris sturniolo x reader

Author note: what's good sluts don't read if you are not into it, don’t bitch and complain if you don’t like shit like this grown the fuck up, anyways enjoy bitches I would say MDNI but you little shits won’t listen to me so fuck it. I'm dyslexic don’t come for me if sum shit isn't spelled right i don't wanna hear shit. DO NOT CHEAT ON YO MANS OR YO WOMANS

Chris pov:

I’m currently walking up to my friends house his name is Jason we are going to have a boys night with his girl but I don’t mind she’s kinda hot and we have some tension I know I shouldn’t like her because she’s with my friend but she is so fine and I just can’t help myself

Y/n’s pov:

I can’t help but smile as I think of Chris coming over to spend the night he is so hot but I’m dating his friend so it’s really not fair to Jason but Chris is so hot and kind and most definitely has a bigger dick then Jason

I’m currently changing into my ‘pj’s’ which is a white undershirt with pink hello kitty shorts that make my ass look good

Then I here a knock at the door and my heart starts beating super fast I walk down the stairs going to greet him but Jason had opened the door already “hi Chris” I say as I walk to the kitchen to get snacks “h-hi” he stutters I smile to myself knowing I made him flustered

Chris’ pov:

Holy shit she looks so hot her ass looks so good and I can see her tits perfectly in that shirt oh lord have mercy on me I’m getting hard I need to control myself, did- did I just stutter shit shit shit

y/n’s pov:

I'm making popcorn right now for the three of us so we can watch a movie but we don't have popcorn “jason!” “what” he replies “ we don't have popcorn can you run to the store and get some?” “bro i told you chris was coming over why didn't you get some at the store” “i forgot

‘ you say “ fine, chris i'll be back” “ ok man” Jason grabs his keyes and slides his crocs on, then leaves you hear the car turn on and the tires crunching the pebbles on the ground. You see chris staring at your ass as you bend down to pick up a piece of trash on the floor. “Chris” you say “hmm?- ya” he says “ were you looking at my ass?” “ n-n-no….. yes” he replies

You go to take a seat next to him when you see a bulge in his pants “ chris are you hard” “y-ya” “ want me to do something about it” “yes please” “ok” you say as you start palming him “ please please” “please what baby” “please ride me mama?” “ okay baby” you said as you take your shorts off along with your thong, you then proceed to take his shorts off with his boxers you spit on your hand to use it as lube you rub his tip up and down your folds “ fuck mama your so wet” “ just for you baby” you say “ I’ve wanted to fuck this pussy since I’ve seen you sitting there with Jason let’s see if I fuck you better than him” “ oh ya you will look at this girthy long cock baby your like 9 inches Jason is 4 inches that mother fucker never makes me cum I always have to get myself off when he’s gone” “ fuck that shit” Chris says Chris says as he slides his cock into her dripping core “ oh fuck oh fuck Chris omg your huge uh-ughhh” she moans as Chris thrust harder “omg it feels so good Chris oh fuck your so big and it ughhhhhhhhh” “oh fuck I’m cumming I’m cuhm cuhm-“moaning is all you hear after that “oh fuck let it out mama” “ughh” she moans at the nickname “oh you like that” “ oh fuck I’m gonna cum in this fucking pussy” “ cum in me Chris cum in me” Chris is moaning like a madman as he spills his seed into her then they get cut off my the door opening “I’m home” Jason says as he turns and sees his friends dick inside his girlfriend “ what the fuck.” “ I’m sorry man she’s just so hot and kind … and you treat her like shit” Chris says “ plus he’s not a 3 inches” you add onto it and Chris is struggling to hold his laughter in “ get the fuck out of my house…” “ bitch this is my house I’m the only one who works I’m the only one who pays the bills so you can’t take your no money broke ass back to your mommas house and the PS-5 is line I bought it!” Jason scoffs as he grabs the car keys and try’s to leave “ mother fuxker out my damn car keys down I swear if you even touch my dodge charger I will bust your ass walk” you say as your putting the last of your clothes on Jason walks out and calls you a bitch but you don’t even care anymore Chris smirks at you “ so… round 2?” You turn around slowly with a mother fucker are you serious look but say “ ya” and get out of your clothes again

THE END

@sammy-xx @miss-tyummy @itsfloriii @h3arts4harry

I totally forgot to post it and it’s my last day for a while is crazy I’ll miss you all I’ll be home soon guys don’t worry 😢 I love you guys 🫶🏼

[deathbyclown]

Take It Pairing: Crocodile/Reader (amab) Rating: Explicit Words: 3500

Summary: Reader strolls into the Captain's quarters to bother Crocodile. They look out the window on the ship and find they can't get back in. Crocodile takes advantage of the situation

Notes: Reader is stuck in a porthole. There is spanking and anal sex. Crocodile calls reader 'brat' and 'slut' in case that's not ur thing.

AO3 Link 

You knocked on the door to the Captain’s quarters and Crocodile told you to enter.  

 “Crocodile! What are you doing cooped up in this dark dank room! We’re arriving soon! You should be out on the deck with the crew!”  

You sat on the edge of his desk, crunching papers under your ass, interrupting his work. You gave him a cheeky grin, nearly eye-level for once, and he scowled back, his cigar drooping between his lips. 

“We’ll arrive whether I leave this office or not. The crew shouldn’t need supervision.” He answered evenly, puffing out smoke, making you cough and turn from him. 

You waved the smoke from your face, wrinkling your nose at him. “Y’know some fresh air would do you some good! You’re always smoking!” 

He rolled his eyes at you and returned his attention to the papers on his desk. “I smoke because if I turned to other vices, I’d get nothing done.” 

“Oh ha ha.” You scoffed at his attempt at humor and slid from his desk, making several papers flutter to the floor. The muscle in his jaw twitched but didn’t say anything. Ever since you started dating he’d gone very soft on you, letting you get away with being an annoying brat. You knew he secretly loved it, loved when you pushed him until he snapped, when he could punish you and play with you until both of you were satisfied. And then the cycle would begin again. 

Needless to say, he was very lenient toward you, letting you do what no one else could, like interrupting his work and making a mess of his organized space. Because he got to take his revenge later. 

You walked over to the porthole and tried to push it open but it was stuck or locked.  

“Well, if you won’t go outside then I’m going to let in some fresh air.” You climbed onto the little table in front of the porthole, knocking over his photographs and knickknacks. You heard him ‘tsk’ but he didn’t move or say anything. 

You pushed open the little window and breathed in the fresh cool ocean air. You sighed in relief, the salty smell of the sea familiar and comforting. You looked out and in the distance you could see your destination, a shining island with a modern glass city. 

“Croc! I can see it! Ooo!! Take a look, it’s so pretty!” You glanced back at him but he continued to look over his papers. You pouted and returned to looking out the window. “Wow, I can’t wait to see it at night.” You said to yourself, the wind from the ocean stealing away your words. 

You poked your head out to look up at the sky. It was lovely, not a cloud threatening any rain, the sun shining brightly, warming your skin. You tried to get a better look at the island, cupping your hands around your eyes, but it wasn’t doing much for you. You stuck your arms out through the porthole and pushed your top half through the narrow hole, leaning forward to watch as the island grew closer and closer. It was so eye-catching, gorgeous and shimmering, golden, pink, purples, and blues streaking and bubbling as the rounded glass buildings became more defined and detailed. You moved to slip back inside to tell Crocodile about the strange new buildings but you couldn’t slide past your armpits. You pushed and pulled and twisted your body, trying desperately to pull yourself back into the ship, to no avail. 

“Um…Crocodile? I…uh…I think I’m stuck.” You yanked sharply from your hips but felt something threatening to pop in your body and promptly stopped. 

Crocodile opened the porthole next to yours and you could clearly hear his voice. “Would you like me to shrivel you up so you’ll fit back inside?” 

“No!!! Just…I dunno, break the ship with your strength!” 

He laughed, that mocking staccato chuckle. 

“I need this ship. Besides, we’re nearly to town. I’ll let the shipwrights handle this. Now I think I’ll visit the deck like you suggested.” 

“What!? No!! Don’t leave me alone! Please! Can’t you do something?” You wiggled, trying once again to free yourself but you couldn’t get in. You slapped the side of the ship in frustration. You didn’t hear him respond. Did he leave already? That asshole! 

You jolted as you felt his hand and hook skim over your hips. Those fingers caught in the waistband of your shorts, his cold hook sliding in on the other side. He started to pull them down and you froze. What the hell was he doing? His warm hand caressed your newly exposed ass, only your thin underwear kept him from touching your soft skin. He moved lower, skimming over your thighs. You sighed at the gentle teasing touch, unable to help yourself. His hand always felt so nice, smooth and dry and warm. His hook dipped under the edge of your underwear and pulled them down, letting them join your shorts around your knees. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Now you were stuck and half naked, with no way out of this. The only thing you could see was the ocean and that glass city coming closer and closer. All the while Crocodile didn’t stop. His hand kneaded your ass, fingers brushing over your lower back, pushing up your shirt. What was he going to do to you while you were stuck like this? Was he just watching? Admiring? Perverted old man. 

You felt a sharp sting on the meaty part of your ass and you gasped, jolting at the sudden pain. He smacked your ass again, harder this time. 

“Croc! What are you doing!?” You squirmed in surprise, trying to maneuver back inside. He smacked your other cheek, pulling another gasp out of you.. 

“You told me to do something.” His deep voice drifted through the window. You grit your teeth and slapped your hands on the side of the ship, annoyed at his answer. 

“That’s!” You tried to start. “Ah!” He smacked your ass again, the skin starting to feel warm. You took a deep breath. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“I don’t care.” He smacked you again, the metal of his rings feeling sharp and hot on your skin. 

“You’ve been a brat this whole trip.” 

 Smack 

“And now you’ve given me the perfect opportunity to punish you.” 

Smack 

“So be good for once.” 

Smack 

“And take it.” 

Smack 

Your right ass cheek was burning, making you writhe and moan, tears welling in your eyes. 

“C-croc, pleeease” you whimpered, your voice shaky. 

“Please, what?” He smacked you again. 

“The other cheek! Spank the other one! This one hurts.” You sobbed, hands clawing at the wood of the ship. 

“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying it.” Crocodile drawled, his hand reached under you to stroke your cock. You were hard, embarrassingly so, but the feeling of his warm skin brushing along your length and thumbing your leaking exposed tip had you moaning aloud for him. The surge of pleasure was short lived as he pulled his hand away. He smacked the same cheek, and it ached, the heat radiating off of your skin. You knew it had to be bright red, probably near bruising. 

“You’re bitching and crying but look at you, you’re rock hard and dripping for me.” He roughly squeezed the tip of your cock with two fingers, pain and pleasure making you buck. 

“Shit.” You gasped. “Croccy, please I’m sorry.” 

He barked a laugh and smacked your unabused cheek. “Like hell you are.” 

Smack 

“You love being a little brat.” 

Smack 

“Are you going to cum like this?” 

Smack 

“Dirty little slut.” 

Smack 

You whined loudly, your cock aching and twitching, begging to be touched, your ass cheeks burning, tears streaming down your face. He was driving you crazy and you couldn’t even see him, couldn’t move or do anything to stop it. The thought made you groan, spreading your legs wider for him. 

“Mmm, giving in already?” He chuckled darkly, squeezing your aching ass cheeks. 

“Yes sir.” You tried to wiggle your ass at him, but it hurt after the first jiggle, so you stopped. 

You felt him spread your ass and you tensed. His hot wet tongue licked your rim, pulling a filthy moan from you. It felt so good after the pain, like he was licking your wounds. He dragged his thick wet tongue over you in long stripes, moving to your cheeks to lightly bite at your sensitive reddened skin. It hurt, it made you so aware of his breath, his lips, his teeth, his tongue, all of it burned but it didn’t stop the the little surges of pleasure pulsing through your cock. You could just imagine his mouth moving lower, licking your shaft, his lips wrapping around your cock head. You shivered in pleasure, trying to lift your hips to get him to move lower with that teasing mouth. 

But he just returned to your rim, tongue pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He swirled his tongue, lips pressed to your skin, and he sucked, the sensation almost overwhelming. Your eyes fluttered, the pleasure of it so intense it was almost sickening. 

He must’ve liked what he felt from you because you could feel the rumble of his groan against your ass and he ate you out with fervor, the intensity of his mouth and tongue had you fucking the air. Your hips moved on their own, grinding, humping, twitching. He put a firm hand on you, holding you still, making your movements jilted and short. 

His tongue made you feel insane, like it was constantly building toward your orgasm but there was no way you could cum from this. It was torture, part of your punishment, because if it was a reward he’d have his hand on your cock to help you cum. 

“P-please!!” You cried, not sure how much more you could take. 

You felt him pull away from you, the wetness between your cheeks cooled as the air hit your exposed skin, making your hole twitch. 

“Tell me what you want.” His finger pressed into you and you clenched around him with a gasp. 

“Fuck me. Touch me. Anything! I need to cum.” You knew you sounded pathetic as you begged him, but you didn’t care. You were becoming more desperate and unhinged the longer he toyed with you. 

“You think you deserve my cock?” He pulled his finger from you. 

“Yes! I’ll be so good for you!” You tried to push your ass out, your cock bobbing. 

He didn’t respond, and he didn’t touch you. Oh no did he leave!? You wouldn’t put it past him to tease you and then leave you hanging. 

“Crocodile!! Please!! I need you!!” You cried, sure that your voice was loud enough to carry to anyone standing outside, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be left hard and needy. 

Nothing happened and you wriggled in frustration. How could he do this to you!? You tried, once again, to twist and pull yourself from the porthole but you just couldn’t get past your armpits. How the hell did you even slip through in the first place!? 

You felt something cold and slick drip over your ass, making you jolt. Before you could say anything you felt Crocodile’s warm thick fingers drag through the slick lube and push it between your cheeks, slipping a finger into you. Oh thank the seas, he didn’t leave! 

You bit your lip, moaning as he sunk his single finger in deeper. Just one stretched you so nicely, had you craving more. You widened your knees slightly and pushed your ass out, forcing his finger to the knuckle. You gasped and twitched as his finger curled inside you. He pulled it out quickly and smacked your ass hard enough to have your cry out, your cheek on fire. 

“I thought I told you to sit here and take it?” He smacked your ass again, the pain was enough to have you whining and clawing at the ship. You grit your teeth and nodded your head, but he couldn’t see you. 

“Answer me.” He ordered, hitting your ass with a sharp quick slap. 

“Y-yes sir! I’ll take it! I’ll take anything you give me, sir!” You promised, your whole body trembling in anticipation. 

His fingers returned to the cleft of your ass, slipping his finger into you once more. You groaned in satisfaction, doing your best to keep still. You resisted the urge to move, knowing he’d punish you worse than this for disobeying him, but it was difficult, especially when he was fucking you roughly and quickly with his single finger. You struggled to keep your hips still, the muscles in your thighs and stomach jumping as he played with you.  

He pushed a second finger into you, scissoring you right away. You let out a loud whine, dropping your head forward. The stretch was too much, too quickly, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that. Crocodile’s hook skimmed over your cock, the metal so cold against your hot tight skin that it made you jump, forcing Crocodile’s fingers deeper into you. 

His two thick fingers kept going, pushing into you until he was fully inside. He curled them, rubbing along your walls, stretching you, spreading you. 

You let out a pitiful moan, your cock surging, oozing pre-cum, as he brushed against your prostate. You desperately needed him to touch you, to stroke your cock. 

You felt him pull out, but he returned with three fingers, slick and insistent. He slowly pushed in and spread you open, forcing you to take the thick stretch of his fingers. You cursed at the pain, clamping down on him, sweat beading at your brow despite the cool ocean air. You were sure if anyone in the city was watching the approaching ship, they’d see your red face glowing like a beacon. 

You panted and whimpered, your body trembling as you struggled to hold yourself still. You wanted to writhe and buck, wanted to ease the tension of your muscles. You needed him to keep going, needed his comfort, needed his cock, needed him to fuck you, to wrap his hand around your cock and stroke you, make you cum. You were desperate for it, and if you disobeyed him you’d never get it. So you had to endure. 

His fingers circled your prostate, and it felt like sparks ran from your back and along the length of your cock. Each teasing brush of his fingers only tormented you, barely gave you a taste of pleasure before he took it away. You could feel your cock dribbling, the wet tickle of pre-cum running down your aching length.  

“Crocodile!” You cried, tears forming in your eyes from the lack of any real stimulation. 

“What’s the matter? Do you need something?” Crocodile curled his fingers, purposefully avoiding your prostate. 

“Yeeesss!!!” You sobbed, kicking your feet as you stayed kneeling. 

“What do you need, brat?” He pulled out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, your hole twitching. 

“I need to cum!!! Please, Crocodile!! I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good!! Just make me cum!!” You begged, wiggling your hips despite his orders. 

Smack 

“Oh? You want to cum?” 

Smack 

“I’m going to use your ass.” 

Smack 

“And I don’t care if you cum or not.” 

He grabbed a handful of your cheek, making the raw skin pulse and burn. You hissed, squirming in his grip. 

You stilled as you felt his thick cock slide against you. He leaned over you, his belly pressed to your back, his hand brushed over your lower stomach, fingers dragging down, so close to your cock. They dug into your pubic hair and then traced down your thighs. You shivered, eager to feel his warm hand on you, to feel anything from him. 

“I’m going to use you and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”  His voice was so deep you could feel it rumble through you. His words had you groaning aloud, blood pulsing into your cock, arousal so powerful it made you ache, made you feel nearly insane, nearly sick to your stomach with your want. 

You felt his body heat leave you and the head of his cock pushed insistently at your entrance. You took in his tip easily, slick and stretched, but the rest of his hard shaft followed and you gasped at the thick stretch. It didn’t matter how many times you bottomed for him, he always felt large, always pushed you to your limits. 

His size left you breathless, panting and gripping the wood, spreading your legs to try and make his slide into you easier. His hips met your sore ass, and you felt like you couldn’t take a full breath. He was so deep inside of you, his girth stretching you, pressing into all of your insides. It made you ache, but it sent curls of heat through you, made your cock twitch, the thickness of him putting a pleasurable amount of pressure on your prostate despite him not moving. 

He let you adjust to him, swirling his hips, shallowly thrusting. It felt good, but you needed more, needed him to touch you, to fuck you. 

“Croc! Please! Move!” You begged already clearly disregarding what he told you earlier. 

He pulled out nearly to the tip and thrust in sharply, knocking the wind out of you. 

“You don’t fucking listen.” He growled, his hand coming down on your ass as his hips kept a steady pace, fucking you deeply. 

You couldn’t even respond if you wanted to. Your mouth hung open, panting and moaning, struggling to catch your breath. He was rearranging your guts, molding you to him, really making your ass his. 

You pushed at the side of the ship, angling your body away from him, his pace too rough, but still you tried to bounce back to meet his thrusts, torn between needing more and needing less. 

He pulled you in as far as you would go, pulling you onto his cock, making you take every inch of him. His shift in angle had you seeing stars, the hot surge of pleasure had your cock pulsing, begging to be touched. 

“Fuck! Crocodile! Please!!” You cried out, every thrust, every slap of his hips against your tender ass bringing you closer to your climax. 

“Cum on my cock, bitch.” He bit out, slamming into you, his hips moving at a furious pace. 

All you could do was hold on for the ride. You tried to find purchase on the smooth side of the wooden ship, but there was no place for you to grab onto. You just continued to claw at the wood, your whole body jolting with each thrust. Whatever he was building in you felt like it would tear you apart. Your whole body started shaking, the hot liquid pleasure shot through you, and you could feel it. Your balls tightened, your cock bobbed, spurts of semen pulsed from you. Your eyes rolled back, a long low moan fell from your open mouth as your orgasm overtook you, the pleasure coursing through your whole body. 

You couldn’t stop shaking, your orgasm feeling as though you had split and come back together. 

“My little slut. It’s more than you deserve. I’m gonna cum. You want it?” He panted, his hot breath fanning over your back. 

“Y-yes sir.” You answered hoarsely, your body twitching from aftershocks and overstimulation. 

You could feel it, the hot gush of cum, filling you just like he said, grunting, gripping your hip tightly as he continued thrusting through his orgasm. He stayed inside of you, kissing your back, wrapping his arms around you as he caught his breath. 

You wished you weren’t stuck, wished you could hug and kiss him back. The best part of sessions like this was the pampering you got afterward. The sex was good, certainly, but Crocodile really  knew how to treat you; he always cleaned you up, kissed you, touched and massaged you, fed you. It was heaven. 

But you were stuck! No pampering this time. You pouted as he pulled out, leaving you exposed and leaking. You felt him wipe you down, cleaning you up (and out). Without warning he put his hand on your back and you could feel the moisture leaving your body, shriveling up. 

You hated when he did this!! It made you feel like a piece of jerky!! You shrunk, your skin tighter to your bones and he easily pulled you through the window. 

You glared at him as he offered you a glass of water, giving you a shit-eating grin. 

“I wasn’t about to break the ship.” He remarked as you continued to glower and pout, nearly returning back to normal after a few chugged glasses of water. 

“C’mon, you brat, let’s get you washed up. I’ll buy you something nice out on our date tonight.” He scooped you up and you tried not to smile at him but couldn’t help yourself. 

“Something expensive?” You asked, with your lips pursed as leaned into him. 

“Only if you’re good.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.