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nabtime · 4 months

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Sir Waylon of Gotham

Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity well-to-doers. Didn't much like their attitude. Or the way they looked at 'im. Lookin' down their noses, all pinched-faced and holier-than-thou, like he was the scum of the earth for the way he looked. And while Waylon wouldn't deny that he was scum, it sure weren't for lookin' the way he did. He'd earned that title fair 'n square, through hard work 'n strikin' fear inta the people of Gotham.

And he did that by bitin' they's arms off, not 'cause he was a li'l scaly.

Point was, Waylon didn't talk much with fancy people. Yeah, he talked to the Bat Brood and they could half be considered fancy on account of mostly bein' Waynes under the mask, but they didn't count. Not really. 'Specially their newest petite couyon that liked to swing about in his sewers like the chit owned the place. He didn't know how the kid was added to the family- coulda been adopted, coulda been one a' the other one's partner, coulda been another blood son a popped up outta nowhere 'gain.

Waylon didn't ask and the chit never said. No, all Phantom ever wanted to talk 'bout was how Waylon was doin. Idjit was far too concerned about Waylon's well-bein' when he shoulda been mindin' his own damn business. Kid said it was part a his business. That heroes had to check in on the reformed, make sure they were well and happy so they didn't have a need to get back inta villainy. Waylon wanted to call bullshit on 'im but he just didn't have the heart when the kid looked so earnest 'bout it.

And maybe the kid was swingin' in all the time just to check in on an Old Croc. Maybe even the kid didn't mind bein' 'round 'im an 'is big, scary teeth. Sure it were more likely he needed an escape an' the sewers were a place most Bats didn't venture less they had to, but iffin that were true- kid didn't have to find and talk to him every time.

All this was to say that he'd gotten used to seein' Danny 'round the sewers, and even seein' Jay when the older kid was sent to bring the other back topside.

Who he had not gotten used to seein' in the sewers, though, was a pretty thing all done up in medieval dress and glowin' green. Nor was he used to the hulking Knight done up in glowin' black armor standin' next ta her.

And, again, Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity people, let alone Ghost Royalty or some such, but he was still a man with manners. An' they were in his sewers (well, an' Grundy's, but the big lug weren't here, so's point was moot) so he was haven'ta be the one to greet 'em.

He growl echoed off the stone and muck as he approached the two beings that were floating midair, just above the water. They both looked lost until he fully rose from the grime and addressed them.

"Youins need somethin? Ya lookin fer Danny?"

And, well, Waylon said he had manners. Never said he was gonna use 'em.

"Oh!" said the sweet thing in flowing gown, her voice just as soft as she looked. "Yes! You must be the good Sir Waylon of Gotham that the King speaks so fondly of. I am Princess Dorathea and this is my personal guard, Fright Knight."

Sir Waylon? Now that's not somethin' he's ever heard afore. Him? Deservin' of a title like Sir? Ain't no way. He weren't 'bout to say nothin', but it sure did make him feel all flustery that a noble Lady like her would think so highly of a monster like him.

"Nah I wouldn' say he's 'xactly fond a me, but the name is Waylon, yeah, uh- My Lady."

And she smiled at 'im, sweet as anythin', like he weren't made a sharp edges an spilled blood. The big Knight aside her was actin like that too, posture relaxed as he just let her get closer. Closer an most people ever dared. 'Cept Phantom an some a the Bats. Was it a ghost thing? No fear a death, so whats scary about a big man with sharp teeth anymore?

"Would Sir Phantom be near-abouts?" she asked. "I require his counsel on matters of import."

"Sorry, cher- uh, My Lady," he grumbled, "ain't gotta clue where he's at. Somewhere's topside, prolly."

Her shoulders slumped just the slightest, obviously disappointed in his answer. And try as he might to want to give her a better one, he only knew where the kid was when he wanted to hang around underground. Waylon avoided the streets at all costs these days, not wantin' to risk trouble again. He'd spent enough of his days wastin' away in Arkham and Blackgate, thanks.

The Lady turned thoughtful though and graced him with a tilt of her head and a smile. "Perhaps you would deign to assist me instead, Sir Waylon?"

"Well nah, I'd love ta, My Lady. Supposin' its somethin' I can help ya with."

"Yes," she said, circling around him in a graceful glide, "so long as you are willing, you will suit just fine."

"Ya still haven't told me what ya need help with, ah- My Lady."

Waylon couldn't see the Knight's expression but he could almost feel the amusement pourin' off a him. And he wondered just what the hell he'd agreed to that a guy like that'd find it funny.

"My brother is making moves to take back the Kingdom. He has amassed a small, but skilled contingent of rebels and intends to usurp me at the upcoming Yule Celebration."

"So ya need muscle ta help stop 'im?"

"Oh no," she said, sweet but full of venom- like arsenic. Her grin was now full of teeth, teeth much to sharp for a proper Lady like her, and her eyes turned to glowing reptilian points. "I can take care of him myself. I intended to ask Sir Phantom along as contingency."

She looked him up and down and the Knight standing guard behind her was projectin' a certain smugness as he did the same.

"You, however, Sir Waylon," she said, and the tone near sent a shiver down his spine. "Will do well as both warrior and suitor."

"What say you?"

#nap shitposts in the afterlife #naps fics #dp x dc #dpxdc #i leave the ending up to your imagination or someone elses potential continuation #i just had the funny idea that they'd all be good together. yes that includes Fright Knight.#have fun with the ship and ship name byyyeeee

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seattlesellie · 1 year

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hii, can I request something based on this

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSL1YNSCU/?t=1

the reader is just mindlessly scrolling on her phone, and ellie is just a being little shit and annoying the reader cause she needs some ATTENTION ASAP !!!

it starts out as ellie peppers the reader with kisses innocently, and they accidentally (not rlly an accidentally 😭) ended up in bed cuddling while naked 🙈

anon this tiktok couple drives me insane im so jealous theyre so cute i literally think about blocking them sometimes. the highway looking like a real good sleeping space rn!

warning: nsfw+fluff. THIS CAME OUT. NOT THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO. THERES NO CUDDLING BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND WRITING THIS AND ELLIE IS KIND OF MEAN AT THE END :( IM SO SORRY NONNIE 🤍

this ones gotta be an actual hammer. theres no way in hell they could make a cake this accura-

fuck. how is everything fucking cake? if these yellow crocs arent actual wearable shoes, you were going to sue tiktok user 0087fakeorcake.

scroll

ugh, a slime video. your favorite. this one’s crunchy, too. and the color? a deep hypnotizing purple. it looked like a galaxy, far far away. you just went cross eyed.

“babe” ellies voice echoed through your shared apartment. a new one at that. the smell of fresh paint, new wooden furniture, and a pinch of familiarity. ellies punctured sock was laying on the floor like a modern piece of artwork at a funky museum, but were gonna ignore that for a second.

scroll

ooh! a kitten looking dapper with a bow tie! double tap.

“babe” she said, slightly raising the tone of her voice.

not now, ellie! you were just about to watch a target haul.

a small huff escaped her lips. how was she now jealous of an actual piece of metal squeezed between your hands. if you didnt look so cute concentrated, eyebrows furrowed while trying to read a conspiracy theory about the moon landing, she would have probably snatched your phone off of your hands by now.

she got slightly closer, and positioned herself between your legs. you didnt even acknowledge your sweet girl, too bothered reading stupid tiktok comments on a prank video.

“HAH!” you giggled, slightly sliding off the cream colored couch.

“you have to see this one, el” you exclaimed, voice filled with anticipation.

ellie hummed in response, and sat on the couch near you, manspreading as usual, slightly pushing you to the opposite direction with the spread of her knees. ellie didnt even want to see. she needed your attention now, or else shed die. quite literally die. a fish out of water.

she sighed dramatically, side eyeing you. if ellies facial expression had a name, it would be “notice me! notice me!!! im your dramatic girlfriend and you havent given me a kiss on the cheek for over 2 hours and i feel sick!!!”

“i dont wanna see” she said dryly, voice slightly raspy from the spliff she had smoked 10 minutes near the open window - “creep” by radiohead playing in her headphones. sometimes, ellie couldn't help but despise how deeply music affected her. she would get lost in the lyrics, immersing herself in the melancholic tones of the guitar. in moments like these, she felt as if she were the protagonist in a radiohead music video— broody, hunched, and consumed by a cloud of introspection.

you shoved the phone in her face, your eyes glued to the screen.

the title of the video flickered on the screen. “this is how dinosaurs sounded like… 🦕 part 1 💯”

the room was suddenly filled with the jarring sounds of screeching and growls. despite the cacophony, you smiled dumbly, looking forward to her reaction. i mean, its fucking dinosaurs.

“nice” ellie remarked in her trademark dry tone, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

that was so fucking cool, she thought. “can you show me the second part?” “actually, triceratops probably didnt roar like that… theyd make more cooing like sounds, y’know?” is what ellie would have said, if she weren’t so lost in her dramatic performance of her tony award winning play - “my gf is ignoring me therefore i must die immediately.”

“youre annoying” you said, ts’king and reverting your gaze back to the screen. you pressed save on the video. you knew her so well.

“m’not” she said, sighing dramatically. “you are.”

“fine” you mumbled under your breath. then, your attention quickly shifted. ooh! baby goats! you smiled brightly at the screen.

ellie stared at you. when she saw your stupid smile, she couldnt help but soften her gaze. why did you have to be so fucking cute, all hypnotized and shit. “youre so annoying” she whispered, and planted a small kiss on your cheek.

you couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of her plump lips against your skin. you were kind of over the doom scrolling now, but fuck- if seeing your girlfriend try to win your attention didn't seem tempting. you pressed "like".

she kissed your cheek again, small huffs of breath leaving her mouth as her lips met your skin. “annoying” she hummed playfully, and planted more delicate kisses all over your cheeks. her hand intertwined with yours, and she kissed it as well.

“mmhm” kiss. it tickled. “so” kiss. that one was wet. “annoying” kiss. her tongue was peaking out of her mouth. “and” kiss. her hand was on your thigh. “lame” kiss. that one was on your neck.

you attempted to stifle your smile, fighting the urge to toss the phone aside in a moment of playful frustration. however, your efforts were in vain as a giggle escaped your lips, unable to contain yourself.

“got your attention now?” she said smugly, continuously planting small kisses on your neck. although your eyes were still glues to the screen, ellie knew she won. so, so predictable.

“no.. theres- this… video now” you said, stuttering slightly. what video? god knows.

“yeah…” she murmured, her voice husky and brimming with satisfaction. “m’sure youre watching” she kissed your ear, making you let out a small whimper. “has to be a good one, got you all giddy like that” so smug.

suddenly, she ended the cascade of kisses, and pulled away. you pouted. “should i turn the AC on? you look kinda hot” yeah, she knew you were flustered now. funny, she thought. after all this time together, you still couldn’t help but flush whenever she got near.

“m’fine” you murmured. you were not.

“no i think…” she straddled you, her voice now a seductive whisper in your ear. “you feel really hot” she murmured, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “sure you dont have a fever?” she teased. “poor thing”

“no…” you giggled nervously, still scrolling, ignoring every single video on your feed. you were literally just moving your finger now, for no purpose at all. ellie chuckled.

“think we need to get this off of you” she suggested, her hand gradually inching up under your shirt, lightly tracing circles on your stomach.

“dont want you to get a heat stroke” she teased. her skillful hand gradually removing the fabric from your warm body. it tangled with your phone. ellie couldnt help but let out a small laugh.

she couldve taken the phone off your hand and you wouldnt have resisted. but this… was so, so much more fun.

her hungry eyes roamed over the sight of your exposed bra, appreciating the beauty before her. with a gentle touch, she cupped your breasts, a soft grunt escaping her lips. "oof, babe... tits feel kinda hot too," she whispered into your ear, her warm breath sending tingles down your spine.

you couldn't help but giggle in between short, desperate breaths. “yeah?" you teased, still scrolling through another video on your phone, purposely avoiding eye contact with the girl straddling you.

"mhmm," she hummed approvingly, unclasping your bra. as the cold air brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise, she couldn't help but feel a wave of hunger wash over her. the sight before her made her mouth nearly water, and yet, you remained engrossed in that damn phone.

ellie was pissed. she let out a small, frustrated whimper. she wasnt going to touch you until you threw that phone across the room. ball was in your court.

she crawled off of you. she planned on giving you a damn show. “m’kinda hot now too…” she murmured, feigning discomfort. “fuck- this apartment is like, scorching hot.” it was mid-december. the new apartment was… morgue-like cold sometimes.

she threw her shirt off to the back of the room.

your phone was invisible to you now. her toned stomach, muscled arms came into full view, leaving you breathless. fuck, she really was a fucking sight.

her eyes flickered over to you, a self-assured, cocky glint dancing within them. she let out a huff, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. she had you right where she wanted you.

“didnt you have a video you needed to watch…?” she teased. “looked super important” she continued, smirking. you didnt respond, almost hypnotized by the sight in front of you. ugh, ellie.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she playfully teased once more. her voice carried a hint of seductive taunting. as if to further entice you, she flexed her muscles, the tantalizing display meant to captivate your gaze. she was a master of the tease, and she knew exactly how to make your attention sway in her direction.

she crawled back to you. “go look at your dumb vlogs” she whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. your eyes rolled back in response to her words. "keep going," she commanded with a smirk, claiming your compliance. as a final tease, she planted a tantalizing kiss on your neck, sucking the skin. she made sure you felt her wet tongue, felt what you were missing. your breaths were becoming raggedy now.

ellie continued her crawl, moving further down your body. “just like that” she murmured when you bucked your hips forward. her needy, needy girl. her fingers skillfully unbuttoned your jeans, swiftly removing them along with your panties in one smooth motion. the cool air caressed your bare skin, causing you to flinch.

a small whimper escaped your lips.

“what…?” she cooed, planting soft, wet kisses on your exposed thighs, looking at you with a hungry gaze.

did you really think she was going to give it to you, after youve ignored her for so fucking long? ellie rolled her eyes, and broke the string of kisses. you stared at her, and fuck, she couldnt have looked more cocky.

she got on her knees, not breaking eye contact. she looked so fucking mean.

“no” she exclaimed, as if she could read your mind. she knew exactly what you wanted.

she took off her boxers in one swift motion and threw them.

at your face.

“get that fucking phone to fuck you.”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams blurb

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rahhhbananas · 10 months

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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 (𝐄-𝟒𝟐 & 𝐄-𝟏𝟔𝟏𝟎) 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. the morales brothers

summary. Basically the title

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language, this is au where both Miles are identical twins! E-42 Miles is called Milo so there won’t be any confusing with the two!

guide. red = Miles E-1610, purple = Miles E-42 (aka Milo), blue = Y/n (ofc)

a/n. Rlly wanna make this a series so pls don’t flop 😭

Miles: Oh my god….Shorts or jeans?

Milo: Shorts.

Miles: I gotta go shorts too.

Y/n: I’ll go…shorts too.

Milo: *literally breaks his neck to look at Y/n* You’re a fucking idiot.

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Y/n: Usualy it’s like, if your arguing with Mill it gets violent. Me and Miles argue, we never hit each other.

Y/n: Umm…ever

Milo: Sometimes words just aren’t enough.

Miles: No..they are.

Y/n: *still babbling*

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Y/n: *hiding after seeing some random guy*

Milo: *laughing* He’s hiding

Miles: It’s a guy with a dog?

Y/n: *still hiding* Exactly.

Miles: What’s he gonna do? Fall..

Y/n: I just don’t like men..

Y/n: Is he gone?

Miles & Milo: No.

Miles: Y/n, lock the door, lock the door!

Y/n: MILES!

Y/n: *looking around* Heyyy…sir.”

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Y/n: Someone asked me why I’m gay..

Miles: When will they learn..

Milo: Why? Why, Y/n?

*Long silence*

Y/n: I don’t wanna…

Miles: Okay…

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Miles: The other night, I slept on his floor. On his rug…

Milo: I told you, you could come sleep in my bed. With me.

Miles: Yeah, but I’m not going in your room bro, like I didn’t want to disturb you.

Y/n: My rooms more comfortable.

Milo: You wanna come snuggle??

Miles: No, you sleep like a weirdo.

Milo: I DON’T SLEEP LIKE A WEIRDO

Miles: if you had a rug, I would’ve just slept in your room

Milo: bro-

Y/n: No- Milo has nothing in his room! I feel like I’m in a fucking dungeon.

Y/n: ITS DARK-

Miles: It’s like a prison cell- it’s literally a prison cell.

Y/n: Yeah

Miles: I saw this video of this guy, locked up for life- because he murdered someone at 13

Miles: And, they were doing and interview, and they were like “Oh! Can we like come in, and see what’s in your cell?” He has MORE things in his cell than you do-

✭ ✭ ✭

TV: I don’t think, you cuddle with your brother.

TV: Soo..

Miles: *moving the camera to Y/n and Milo*

Milo: Is she fucking serious!?

Y/n: I mean- I agree!

✭ ✭ ✭

Miles: Also, not that I hate crocs!

Miles: Cuz…like, sometimes you can pull them off. I guess.

Milo: Yeah, if you’re a nurse.

Y/n: *lifting his foot up, to reveal his crocs*

Miles: Also, imagine the-

Miles: *gasp*

Milo: *laughing*

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zolawffy · 1 year

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Calling them out their name!

Ft. Zoro, Law, Crocodile, Doffy, Sanji, luffy.

Zoro

Zoro was literally minding his business and training. He was clearly trying to focus. But you decided to go bother him, the usual.

“Zozo!!” You call out to him. He sighed in annoyance because he heard you coming. However, he couldn’t stay mad because he hasn’t seen your pretty face all day. He took a long glance at the beauty before him before continuing his training.

“Hey.” He said positioning all 3 of his swords. You knew he was serious because he had his bandanna on.

“I’m bored we should go out today before its too late..” you say eyeing him. He still didn’t even look your way. So you got a little upset. He just ignored you.

“Zo.” You said firmly.

“What is it Dammit, I’m a little busy here woman.” He said lifting the dumbbells off of his swords. You decided to do something very crazy to get his attention.

“Why you gotta be a bitch all the time?” You said resting your head against your hand. Oh girl you thought he didn’t hear that? You heard the dumbbells drop and his swords did too.

That mf was caught ALLLLLL THE WAYYYY off guard. You seen a vein or two pop through his forehead. He was mumbling and cursing under his breath, he was mad as hell. He took his weights and trained elsewhere.

poor zo.. 💔 dont worry you guys made up.

Law

Law was just sitting down on the couch. Earlier, he’d act like it was such a task to swap places with the pile of clothes, making it easier to get the clothes into the correct room.

You were mad at him because you had to do it all by yourself. However, you weren’t that mad when you developed one of your silly plans in your head.

You never called Law out his name before. But the way he’s looking at you while acting lazy, had you on boiling point.

“You’re a bitch sometimes, law.” You said before his eyes shot open. He was appalled too. He rarely ever heard that word come out of your mouth anyway.

“M’ sorry mama.. you don’t have to call me names. I’ll make it up to you.” He said motioning to the cushion beside him.

Law was too sweet and too chill to actually react badly. He doesn’t like that you called him a bitch but he understands why you did it. Though it wasn’t right. He still love you thoughh.

Crocodile

Ma’am i think you’ve lost your mind.. 🧠 here ya go.

Crocodile was sitting in his office working away, the usual. And it was toooo quiet. He looked at his watch snd calculated that you should be walking in any minute now.

That’s when you came into his office.

“There you are, Sweet girl..” he said signing his papers.

“Hi croc. You said you’d take me shopping today.” You smiled as you leaned onto his desk. Your favorite store had new clothes come in and you heard its selling fast. So croc promised to take you there.

“Did i now?” He said signing away. You started to pout and doubt he was even listening to you. Which he wasn’t. You sighed aloud.

“Yes and the clothes are gonna sell out before we get there.” You said pouting.

“Cheer up sweetheart. My work ran a bit overtime today. I still have a lot to d—“

“You Dick head! You’re a liar too.”

He laughed then removed his cigar and blew his smoke. “Is that what i am, sweet girl? Sweet girls don’t use that language.” He said firmly.

You were mad. So so mad. So you decided to keep going.

“Ughh you stupid fucker—!” You yelled at him. But he just stared at you. He didn’t laugh this time.. i think you done it.

“That mouth is gonna get you in trouble, girl.” He stood up.

Lets just sayyy you wont call him out of his name again and he madd sure of it.. you gonna need a wheelchair maam, take one and go. 🦽🦽🦽

Doflamingo

Listen here ma’am, NOT A GOOD IDEA!!!

You were talking to your friend, (one of doffy’s servants) and you both were talking about Doffy.

Doffy was sitting at the stool at the kitchen island reading a newspaper about himself. So he wasn’t paying attention to you guys.

“He can be a bit ruthless sometimes, i dont know hoe you do it..” she said looking at you with sympathy.

“I mean yeah you’re right he is a bitch sometimes.” You shrugged. You heard a grunt and you turned towards him.

“Oh really.”

“Yes really and you know that.”

“Have you forgotten respect already, darling?” He said getting to eye level with you.

Yeaaah that night you definitely got a little punishment. And yes he did use his strings.. i got a lil lazy for this one but i might add moree.

Sanji

Sanji is too precious to do anything to hurt you. However if you called him out his name, he would feel like he did something horrible.

So he would make you a variety of foods, lights some candles, give you a bath, massage you, PAINT YOUR TOES, AND GIVE YOU SOME WINEEEEE. and maybe even some fun time after. Just to make up for his guilt.

Luffy

Luffy— of course he did something. He’s always doing some.

He ate ALL YOUR DAMN FOOD THAT YOU WERE SAVING!! what more do you have to do.. you wrote your name on the box and he still doesn’t listen.

He ate all the food and you called him s bitch. He just laughed and said the food was good. Poor luf luf doesn’t care or doesn’t know what it means.

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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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— Modern Boyfriend Ao’nung —

authors note: idk what this is tbh but 🤷‍♀️ enjoy

His password on his phone is your birthday, yes this man is whipped for you.

He purposely leaves his hoodies at your house so you’ll wear them, seeing you in his clothes makes him kick his feet

He’s the type to do that one thing when reversing. Ya know the thing- they look behind them and put an arm over the back of the passenger seat. (He purposely does it to get you flustered)

He gives you flowers just because, he would see flowers at the store and immediately his mind goes to, ‘I bet they would like these’.

If you tell him about a new hobby you wanted to get into , ex:painting. The next day he sets up a date at a painting class just for you baby ;)

You guys have matching bracelets with each others name engraved on the inside that only you guys know about.

He never lets you pay for things no matter how much you tell him no (you have to go behind his back and secretly pay)

Ao’nung let’s you cheat off his homework <3 (but he lowkey lectures you for not asking for his help before it was due)

If he finds out you got some sort of detention, well looks like he got it too also hmm what a coincidence

You go to all his basketball games and make sure to be the loudest cheerleader on the bleachers, gotta let them know he’s taken 🙄

He likes to cuddle shhhh. Any time you are even within reach he is already pulling you to his side, face nuzzled in your neck with arms wrapped around you.

You guys have rap battles dissing each other, sometimes he goes to far but he apologizes saying he doesn’t mean it 💀 he’s just really competitive.

You make him learn TikTok/Kpop (if you like kpop) dances and he throws away his ego and learns it just for you. “FANCYYYY YOUUUU~” “POP OUT YOUR HIPS MORE AO’NUNG” “BABE IM TRYING!”

Tsireya walked in on him dancing and forever makes fun of him.

You always catch him staring at you, you swear you see hearts in his eyes. You guys literally that one TikTok sound. “Stop looking at me with those eyes Ao’nung” “what eyes?” He replies while staring at you like you are his whole world (spoiler: you are)

You and him have self care nights where he goes over to your house, or you go over to his, and you guys to face masks and watch movies in bed eating popcorn and talk shit about people. “Nah because did you see Lo’ak- them fucking bright ass orange highlighter looking crocs” “nah that shit made me blind-“

THIS MAN KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!! He makes you and him lunch for school(school food is nasty, he won’t let his baby eat that stuff), and is always asking you “did you eat?”

He isn’t afraid to show people how much he loves you, on your birthday you were at school and this man walks in your classroom mid lesson with 6 balloons, a huge bouquet of flowers, 3 presents, a hand written birthday card. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!”

tag list: @fanboyluvr @eywas-heir @gender3nvyy @kenzi-woycehoski @ilovejakesullysdick @definitelynot-here @buckyb4rnes @iikatsukii @vanill4cupid

#atwow x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #avatar x reader #☆ — modern au ˖˚⊹

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icecreampotluck · 8 months

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his, this is a fun little informational post! if you are writing a character that is a) ADHD(-coded) and b) clumsy, consider looking into

dyspraxia

also known as developmental coordination disorder, dyspraxia is a motor control and spatial awareness disorder that is HIGHLY comorbid with adhd. it can manifest as early as one year old, delaying a lot of the expected milestones in babies. beyond physical effects, dyspraxic people often struggle with ordering tasks in their brain, memory, and speech (but that one can be a combination of the ordering things AND the motor control). for the FIFTY PERCENT of dyspraxic people with adhd, these symptoms often are tied to the dopamine deficiency- i personally am clumsier when im sad or overwhelmed or understimulated (tonight i spilled flan juice in my crocs and then when i was walking home it was wet and sticky and awful and logically i knew if i walked faster i could get home and solve it but i physically couldn't move faster because the distress was aggravating my dyspraxia and so i had to focus very hard on Walking and not Falling) here are some things my dyspraxia makes me struggle with that I would love to see in characters like this!

handwriting! i basically can't do it at all, but for other it could be messy or a task they have to focus on

biking! balance is no bueno.

driving a car! a lot of dyspraxics don't have the spatial awareness to know where the car is

in the same vein: shopping carts.

holding things! i forget I'm holding them and then i let go unconsciously

knowing how big things are. I used to think cop shows were lying about people knowing how tall criminals were. now I have nightmares about witnessing a crime and being like "uhh. talller than me?" i also frequently pick a container that's way too big or way too small for the stuff I'm storing.

lefts and right! i still gotta do the finger L's.

another common things with dyspraxia is fatigue. we are putting more physical effort into the same tasks than non-dyspraxics. it's tiring, y'all.

if you have any questions, feel free to ask me! other dyspraxics, feel free to add on things that would make you feel Seen.

#writing #writing advice #sensitivity reader #dyspraxia #actually dyspraxic #my posts #adhd #actually adhd

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dragongirlintestines · 8 days

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Hunger Over Levin-3, Part 1

A vore fic featuring Thorne and Prin (@wolfgirlguts)

Ashvale station, in the orbit of Levin-3, has lain derelict for several years. The only things keeping it functional are the autonomous maintenance systems, still diligently scrubbing oxygen filters and purifying water. Designed to last, the half-mile long series of abandoned habitation rings has become a favorite stop of pirates, mercenaries, and others who would otherwise prefer to lay low for a few days. It's a far cry from the tourist-heavy resort destination whatever megacorp built the structure intended it for.

However, such shadowed corners of the galaxy are ideal hunting grounds for monsters.

Content warnings: Mentions of Sex, Blood, Gore, Graphic Digestion, General Cruelty.

Retro-rockets fire as a lone shuttle makes its final approach to Ashvale station, its raider crew cramped from the arduous journey and ready to spend some time reveling in their recent spoils. The raid had gone easier than expected, and they have some time to waste before they're due to rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.

Six bodies cross the umbilical between fuselage and installation, a mix of soft furs, ears of various shapes, and one tough, scaly hide. Two foxgirls, one red and one silver, mischievous grins flashing in the half light. A deergirl with an impressive rack of antlers spins an ill-gotten amulet around one finger, while a bright-eyed rabbit boy follows closely behind, eagerly chatting to her about something. Behind those four, standing two heads above the rest, a broad croc gal trudges, hauling one unwieldy laser cannon over her shoulder. Finally, a wolfman with greying muzzle follows, his walking staff thrumming with arcane power.

"Did you see the way that one looked when we busted down the door?" the rabbit remarks to the doe, "Priceless! I never get tired of those corpos' reactions when they realize they've fucked up!"

One of the vixens turns and smirks back at him, "Maybe we should see if we can get you to make that same face tonight!"

"I think you'd look quite cute begging for your life like that," the other vixen chimes in, moving to flank the leporine young man. A blush crosses his face as he recalls the pair's reputation for needing to burn off excess energy after a raid.

Similar jests continue as the motley crew make their way through slowly rotating habitation rings, finding a cluster of rooms around a common dining hall. It would seem the last residents to make use of the station had a sense of thieves-honor, and kept the rooms decently well maintained before their departure. The halls themselves are silent, lights extinguished except when the approaching party's life signs trigger their activation. The revelrous sound of footfalls and energetic excitement echo back and forth as the pirates set up for several sols of post-raid debauchery.

"Ahhh, it was so nice of them to leave that booze behind the bar! I was worried we'd have to dip into some of our own stash tonight!" sighs the red-furred vixen, reclining on a bed laden with pillows. The bunny boy, now thoroughly winded, rests his head on her slightly chubby belly, too exhausted and drunk to do anything about the mix of fluids matting down their fur. Beside them, the other vixen lays an arm across the pair, completing the rabbit sandwich.

Not one of them notices as another small shuttle silently glides in to dock alongside their craft.

"Yeah, and we still wouldn't have to if you hadn't drank half the bar, Shay," the silver fox groans, a teasing grin playing across her face as she gazes longingly into her girlfriend's eyes.

"Shut up, Bella," The other shoots back, flicking her partner's snout playfully. Above them, something creaks in the station.

"I didn't think we were that rough…" Bella jokes, before turning back to her lovers. "Whatever."

"Uggghhhh…" moans the cottontail between them, as he begins to roll off of Shay. "Gotta piss, do you know where the toilet is?"

"Nope! Let us know where it is when you find it!" Bella laughs. "Maybe after you use it. Unless you're into that, Ollie!"

"Ew. No." he deadpans as he disentangles himself from the horny vixen.

"Okie! Take your time, I'll get Shay here warmed up for round four!"

"Where is the damn bathroom?" The rabbit finds himself thinking, as he meanders through the hallways of the derelict station. The thought crosses his mind that this kind of poor design may have been one of the factors that led to its failure as a resort, and he chuckles to himself.

"Those stupid horny foxes…" Ollie thinks to himself as he leaves the room, unable to help but glance back at their still-throbbing cocks. It doesn't go unnoticed, and Shay shoots him a mischievous wink in response.

Up ahead, one of the sensor lights flickers on.

"Hello?" he calls out, wondering if one of his comrades was also up and about. As he casually strolls towards the light, it flickers out again, before reigniting when he comes in range.

"odd…" he mutters to himself.

As the heat of the dryer cleans the fur on his hands, one of Ollie's ears perks up, as he hears the sound of footsteps outside the small lavatory. "I'll be out in a second!" he calls, hoping whoever is waiting didn't have to search quite as hard as he had.

"If I remember tomorrow, I should check that out and see if anything else is malfunctioning" he thinks. He is, at least sometimes, the responsible one of the crew. Finally, his wandering eyes catch sight of a sign, and he sighs in relief as he realizes his search has come to an end.

Paws still slightly damp, he hurries through the door, and gently closes it behind himself. Turning back around, adrenaline spikes in his veins as he finds his vision filled with a mass of ashen blue scales. A pair of digitigrade legs, each foot tipped with sharp, bony talons ten centimeters long. Behind them flicks a long tail, pale golden ventral scales underneath contrasting with the same blue as the creature's thighs.

He slowly lifts his vision, trying not to stare too hard at the slight bulge in the golden scales and wide hips sitting just above his eye level. The creature's torso is a mass of muscle and flesh, and nestled between her breasts sits a strange device, a grey half-sphere glowing with baleful blue light. Hoses run from this core, most punching down into the flesh of the creature, but as his eyes follow two of them up to its left where they join into a terrifying mess of metal and synthetic muscle. A prosthetic arm, though he considers that it may have simply been an "upgrade" to the flesh it once was, given how its construction speaks of pure violent intent. It ends in a set of three fingers and a thumb, each tipped with sharp, polished points, the whole hand larger than his head. The terrifying metallic claws of the creature's left arm, however, seem barely an upgrade when he compares to the equally terrifying fleshy right arm. The whole body is framed by massive blue wings, tucked neatly up against its back.

Finally, he looks up to the creature's head, crocodilian to a certain extent, with pale ivory horns protruding from a mane of blue hair. Piercing, lightning-blue eyes leer down at him, and a pale red tongue runs along her lips as she looks down, hungrily.

"h… hello." he stammers, before the creature's metallic claw wraps around his torso and lifts him three feet off the ground, slamming him painfully against the door he just closed.

"Hey there, little snack," The creature growls, a wicked grin splitting its lips, revealing two dozen vicious teeth, each three inches long. Pure terror shoots through his veins, and he screams, every molecule of air he can expend tearing out of his lungs in a desperate cry for someone to save him.

Be it through sheer bad luck or a cruel twist of fate, he can hear a fox's scream of pleasure echoing faintly back through the halls of the station.

"Shame," the beast laughs, "you'll need that breath to run." It whips around, hurling Ollie's limp body 15 feet down the hallway. He bounces and tumbles, and feels several of his ribs bruise from the impact. "Get to it, little meat,"

"Meat?" he thinks to himself, unsure if he heard correctly, before the creature's draconic maw speaks again.

"I need to work up an appetite before dinner."

Oh. He heard correctly, he realizes. She wants to eat him. His mind races, the thought that a fellow sapient would stoop to something so taboo. Sure, some sapients would give in to their predatory instincts, but even the most depraved raiders stuck to hunting non-sapient animals.

"What, did I break you already?" a laughing growl peals from the beast's throat.

He doesn't need to be prompted. He needs to get back to his crew. They have weapons there. Victor might be able to weave a spell to bring her down. Or he could just be leading the monster to them. To devour them all.

No time to worry about that though. He needs to run. Now.

His paws scramble against the metallic floor, struggling for purchase. After agonizing seconds he pushes himself up off the ground, tearing down the corridors of the station.

He takes the forks on instinct, first left, then right, right feels correct here; there's no sense of direction, he just has to hope that by some miracle these labyrinthine corridors don't come to a dead end, and that he doesn't end dead.

No such luck. One wrong turn, and he rounds a corner into a common area of sorts. A large window looks out over the infinte void of space, the peaceful horizon of Levin-3 turning carefree down below. It would be beautiful, if he were anyone else.

To him, all it spells is despair. He's trapped here, in this beautiful lounge, with a monster between him any anyone who could save him. He's going to die here. He's going to die and be devoured by some sort of unhinged dragon woman. He's going to die and then she's going to slaughter his crew and no one will ever find their bodies.

No. he's not given up yet. Though the beast's pounding footsteps echo distantly through the station, he might yet be able to hide. He takes a chance to look around, noticing several doors labeled "penthouse suite" around the corners of the room.

He picks one, and to his relief, it opens with a quiet hiss. He dashes through, and finds a button with a padlock icon on the other side. His paw slams into it frantically, and the door gently clicks behind him. The lights in the room turn on, revealing a dusty, but lavishly decorated suite. A couch, table, and entertainment suite are laid out in front of him, with a kitchenette occupying one corner of the room. Through another doorway, he spies a comfortable looking bed, equally lavishly furnished.

He just needs to stay calm, and hopefully that… thing… will leave him be. He doesn't want to think about what that means for his friends, but that's a problem for when he makes it out alive.

Agonizing minutes pass, and he can feel reverberations as the massive creature treads her way through the halls of the station.

Bile surges in his throat as exertion finally catches up to him, and he leaves a mess on the carpet as he retches. Recovering slowly, he tiptoes his way to the bedroom, tucking himself underneath the bed, behind the bed runner. It's sheer, and he can see the door through it, but it's as concealed as he can hope.

"Did I put enough distance between us? Did she lose my trail?" Oliver wonders to himself.

The motion sensor lights turn off in the room, and he realizes the station itself kept his trail, writ large in pale LED lighting. A single, heavy footfall shakes the floor, and he knows death awaits right beyond the door.

A surprisingly gentle knock breaks the silence, followed by a mocking falsetto growl.

"Room service!"

A momentary pause that could last a lifetime. A prey animal trapped in its own nest holds its breath desperately hoping against hope that his doom would turn her gaze elsewhere.

"Ah well, worth a try," comes the growl, taking cruel pleasure in its little joke.

Metal shrieks against metal as hardened steel talons punch through the door, tearing through the it like paper. Blue scales fill the doorframe, and the creature stoops to let itself in. It sniffs a moment, then wrinkles its nose at the small vomit stain on the floor. A low, throaty growl escapes its lips, as it scans the room.

Oliver's eyes fall upon it at the same time as the beast's. A clean trail of pawprints in the otherwise pristine carpet of the room.

The beast crouches down, taking its time to crawl towards the poor rabbit's hiding place. "I didn't know you thought of me this way," she croons as she steps slowly, deliberately towards the bedroom. Stooping again through the second doorway, it presses itself to the ground. It lifts the bed runner, making full eye contact with one terrified lagomorph. Her claw lashes out, filling his vision, metal fingers splaying around his ears. He feels crushing pressure around his skull, and wonders if this is the end.

It is not. She pulls him out from under the bed by his ears, pain shooting through his scalp, and he can feel something warm run down the back of his neck.

"nononoNONONO!" he screams and kicks as she lifts him slowly up off the ground, before forcing him down onto the bed. Not too long ago, he remembers dreaming of something similar with a certain vixen, but this is much less desirable. For the second time within the hour, a scream rips its way through his throat, hoarse and ragged.

The monster does not allow it to last. She climbs up onto the bed after him, its lightweight orbit-alloy frame cracking under half a ton of draconic flesh. Her claws wrap around his arms, and those terrifying jaws crack open impossibly wide. He tries to squirm, but his arms are held tight to his torso, leaving only his legs to flail helplessly against the air, while the beast lifts him towards her rows of flesh-rending fangs.

The deathly maw snaps forward, driving daggers into his arms and gut, forcing the last screaming breath out of his lungs. He shuts his eyes, not wanting to stare down the yawning throat that pulses and throbs, eager for meat. It is only when she takes another hungry swallow, teeth this time piercing his soft ass, that he realizes this monster has no intent to chew. Her tounge dances along his abdomen, and a growl of pleasure reverberates up through the throat around him. Wretched, hot air wafts up from within its throat as he feels its tongue play across his body, tip winding its way into gaping wounds, lapping at his freely flowing blood. The agony is exquisite, but he can only manage a tiny whimper.

Again, the creature swallows, her tongue slipping between his thighs to push him deeper down her throat, rubbing against a sensitive nub of flesh. He is cruelly reminded of a joke Shay made about "playing with her prey" when her tongue had been in a similar position earlier that night.

He can feel as his ears slip into her gullet, and his face is pressed firmly into the soft entrance. Another burst of adrenaline kicks in, and his whole body flexes and writhes, raging against the terrifying thought of being digested alive. His arms, now free of the claws holding them in place, desperately grasp at something, anything, that he might use to pull himself out. Too late he realizes his paw has grasped something bony and round. Murderous jaws once again slam shut around him, and his hand is quickly turned to a mangled, bloody mess as it is impaled between dragon teeth. Likewise, his writhing legs are stilled as daggers sever nerves in his thighs, before pressure builds and he can feel a femur snap beneath several tons of bite force.

Her prey now somewhat more subdued, the dragon tosses her head back, letting gravity aid in pulling this morsel down her throat. One leg hangs limply outside her maw, as the still living meat is hungrily dragged into her throat. The rabbit can't even feel as she wraps her tongue around that limb, and lazily drags it down with the rest of him, not a care given for the disfigured mass of flesh it has become.

The throat is crushingly tight around Oliver, but compared to the bite force he had just experienced, it feels downright gentle. Peristaltic motions pull him ever deeper, and he cannot help but whimper, knowing in his heart that there is no escaping now; only slow, agonizing death. As he whimpers, his body shakes, and tears fall from his eyes, mingling with the esophageal mucous surrounding him. The beast's gullet, ignorant to his misery, pulls him ever deeper.

He feels a gentle pressure against his head, which gives way as the esophageal muscles push him into a more open chamber. He gasps, and immediately regrets it. Painfully acidic fumes burn the sensitive inside of his nose, down his throat, all the way into his lungs. A moment later he opens his eyes, another immediate regret. The throat pushes again. His face is plunged into chemical soup, immediately searing his corneas blind. Now panicking in sightless darkness, he can't help but thrash wildly with what little strength he has left. He feels himself fall for a brief moment, and a weight lands on top of him. He realizes that he can't feel his legs anymore.

As he thrashes, he can hear that same rumbling growl from before, only now it emanates from all around him.

"Mmmmm… yeah. I should get rabbit more often…"

He can feel something pushing on the stomach walls, as the beast rubs her slightly swollen gut. To an outside observer, were it not for the occasional bump, it would be barely obvious that an entire sapient had just been tucked away behind those scales.

"Shouldn't have crushed his legs though… they'd probably feel real good kicking in there…" Impotent fury surges through his mind as Ollie realizes she's taking pleasure in his digestive demise.

"Let me out! You fucker!" he screams, his voice hoarse from his previous exertions, as well as the scouring acidic air of her guts.

"Hmmmm… Aww, does food not know its place?" the monster ackowledges him, pure cruel mockery in its voice.

"Why… We're both sapients… You're a monster…" he moans, delirium starting to set in from lack of air.

"Oh I'm aware, you're hardly the first delicious little morsel to call me that."

"You've gotta let me ou- glrk" the poor rabbit's voice chokes as cruel hands force him under gastric juices. Bloody chime quickly surges into his throat, violating his insides. His tongue feels slippery as it begins to melt, and he finds himself unable to speak as his vocal cords sear through.

"Oh, no, I've still got a whole meal to worry about before that…"

Muscular claws push down on the belly, and it clenches painfully around him. He feels burning inside his chest, and pressure outside. Something twitches, then gives. His ribcage collapses, crushing his heart. Sensation begins to fade.

"I wonder if Prin's caught anything yet…" the bunny hears, moments before hopping off the mortal coil.

#fatal vore #digestion

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stars-n-spice · 1 month

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Thots on s3 episode 08!

you know the drill, spoilers and incoherent screaming under the cut!

i was a fucking giddy, giggling, blushing mess this entire episode

for like a solid five minutes i was just flapping my hands

look, you're going to put WRECKER and FENNEC on screen TOGETHER for most of an episode and expect me to be normal about it????

like HELLO??

i'm starting to think star wars has it out for me, they are actively trying to give me a heart attack

ANYWAYS

WOW I LOVE PABU, I LOVE IT BEING SAFE AND NOT BEING TAKEN OVER BY THE EMPIRE I HOPE IT STAYS LIKE THAT!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN!!! PHEE <3333

Omega feeling guilty about Rex's squad getting sniped :(((

ECHO WTF COME BACK BABY THE KIDS MISS YOU

Crosshair being like, "you gotta be distant if you wanna keep them safe" <- yeah you'd know wouldn't you? ya little shit (ily)

Fucking,, burst out laughing at Crosshair's blank ass stare when Omega said Phee was a liberator of ancient wonders,, that silence and expression killed me

ALSO THE FACT THAT THAT WAS CROSSHAIR AND PHEE'S FIRST MEETING AND THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO EACH OTHER?!?!? HELLO?!?!?!

I just wanna see them interact :((

tech mention :(

Hunter asking Omega to try and convince Crosshair to get his hand checked out,, FUCK ME UGHHHhhghhshsh

AND THEN HE DID! I honestly thought it would take more convincing

okay but it being something psychological maybe :(((

maybe I don't wanna know what Crosshair went through on Tatniss

Omega and Crosshair and Batcher continue to slay in every scene they're in

OMEGA'S OUTFIT WAS SO CUTE IN THIS!! I could see the Phee inspiration in it,, so fucking cute

I love Crosshair and Omega so much :(( the meditation scene??? god there are so many really good cinematic wide shots in this season,, I want giant ass posters of all of them

"You missed a lot" - "I know" FUCK :((

OKAY MY WIFEEEEEE

"Sit down." <- i'm fucking sat

I made so many,, noises this episode,, just incoherent stuff just stumbled out of my mouth I was a fucking MESS

ANYWHO

SPACE FLORIDA

love how much wrecker doesn't like fennec

when fennec said "keep your helmet on you'll die of the toxic air" or whatever I lost all hope for wet hair Hunter :(

WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT??

I just wanna see Hunter look wet and more pathetic than usual, is that too much to ask for?

anyways

i love fennec shand

i love wrecker

i'm so normal about them, I swear

i've never wanted to be on a boat so badly in my entire life,, fucking HATE boats but I'd be on that little boat in a heart beat

that fight scene with the crocs??? oh my god-

guys most of the episode was just me going "oh it's WAY to fucking early to be thinking that"

Hunter getting his ass kicked <3

when Wrecker yelled into the comms and nearly busted Fennec's eardrums,, omg

I need them both. at the same time. oh my god.

MY WIFE IS SO SMART

that bounty was a pain in the ass holy shit

LMAOOOO Hunter you gotta start asking better questions and being clearer,, she didn't even have any information and made them do all the work, get fucking wrecked

WHO IS FENNEC TALKING TOO?? my bet? asajj.

yeah not too much happened in this episode, but idc idc,, my wife returned, Wrecker got more screen time, Phee was in it, and Crosshair is slowly healing, I say it was a win

#ughhh #good episode #actually #it COULD'VE been better #if it had wet hair hunter #but maybe they realized we can only handle so much #anyways #i love my wife #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #fennec shand

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littlebatsimagines · 9 months

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A Friend in Arkham Part 4 (Jason Todd x fem!reader)

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“I knew you were trouble Mr. Todd, I never knew you were this much trouble."

Jason let out a quiet cough of a laugh. “Ms.(L/N) you have no idea." (Y/n) smiled a bit before sighing and looking up at the ceiling. The two sat in silence the only sound being the echoing drips of water from the old pipes. “Do you think he will find you?" (Y/n) finally asked the question that had been stuck in her mindsince seeing the red and yellow suit. “He has to, he always does… I just have to hold out and keep talking"

Officer Boles never returned (Y/n) to her cell and with some fudging of paperwork and some money it was like the girl never existed. While Joker barely touched her, Harley had other plans from doing the girl’s hair to dressing her up, she learned not to mouth off to Harley after a rather severe beating with a bat.

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Hours turned to days and days to months the two only having eachother to keep sane in the darkness of the abandoned wing of the asylum. It was 6 months in when Joker said he invited some guests, rogue after rogue came to have their shot at the captured Robin. First it was Killer Croc, then the Penguin, then Two Face, the hardest ones to watch were Bane and Zsasz, after them came Calendar Man, and finally the worst of them all Scarecrow. Scarecrow was the first one to not only torture Jason but (y/n) too. He noticed how Jason’s blue eyes would briefly flicker to her… that was the first night he ever truly pleaded for it to stop. At the end of the it (y/n) was sobbing and clinging to Jason like her life depended on it and now Joker knew he had a new way to break the Robin farther.

Foot steps echoed through the cold air. “Batman? Is that you?” Jason asked with a small bit of hope still in his voice and (Y/n) slowly picked her head up to look only for her breath to catch in her throat as dapper purple bloody shoes came into view. Joker grabbed her by her hair roughly making her let out a yelp. “Batman’s not coming to save you, Jason…either of you I’m afraid.” he mocked as he leaned down to rip the bag from Jason's head. “He’ll come.” Jason argued making Joker chuckle.

“Screw you!”

“That’s the spirit. You're a real chip off the ol’ Bat block. Not that it’ll do you any good.” Joker taunted as m gestured roughly yanking (Y/n)’s hair. “Why won't you just kill us?" she whimpered making Jason's eyes snap to her. “What? No, no, no,no. I'm not going to kill you, not yet anyway. You're my sidekicks now. Just imagine it! Us out on the streets, starting fights, picking on the weak! Hell! Jason and I could be a regular dynamic duo! Just like Bat’s and that new kid of his.” Joker said excitedly but the last part made (Y/n)’s eyes meet Jason’s. “No, he wouldn't.” Jason mumbled. “So this isn’t Batman then? Weird, the pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway!” Joker teased showing Jason a picture and (Y/n) could see all the hope fade from his eyes. “I didn't want to show you that photo, really I didn't. But, well it was the only way for you to get closure. Now I know this hurts but sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind.” Joker said before hitting Jason with a crowbar sending him back into the darkness. (Y/n) whined as she reached for Jason making Joker let out a loud laugh. “No no dear you need to stay here, we won't be long.”

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Snippets: Free Day Thursday PART TWO!

Surprise, now you get Baby Croc stuff that needs no trigger warnings! Still borrowing Star Wars "swears", still not sorry.

Part One Here:

The Slam Dozer rolled to a stop in the midst of the Strider Range. Three Wastelanders stepped out, looking around them for what should have been a missing warrior. There was nothing. No vehicle, no sign of the Wastelander who had activated their beacon.

"Eyes open," their leader grunted, "Could be a trap."

Something moved among the boulders, and the men raised their rifles instantly. In response the pale something shrieked and dropped out of sight. Long ears were still visible from the sides of the rock it had chosen as its hiding place, trembling. Then, as if gathering its courage, it raised its head above the boulder.

The men recoiled.

It looked almost like a human child, but...but not quite. A leathery hide the color of a bloodless corpse, pupils so dilated that no sclera were even visible, horns poking out of wiry gray hair. This was not a human. But it didn't look like an animal, either.

"What the kriff!"

The largest of their number raised his gun, sighting down the barrel onto the creature's forehead.

The leader grabbed the barrel and forced it down.

"Hold your fire!" he snapped.

"But sire, look! The rottin' thing's gotta be a metalhead!"

The third man wrinkled his nose incredulously. "You see any gems on that thing? Strewth, man, I think that's a bloody spirit!"

Their leader eased closer to the rocks, noting with some disquiet that the beacon they'd picked up was in the same direction.

"Who are you?" he demanded, as if the creature could understand him, "Are you friend or foe?"

To the surprise of all three, the creature responded.

In the broken SparSign of an extremely young child, it signed, "I Croc! Help Croc? Help big brother! Help! Help!"

On legs shaped more like a Leaper's than a human's, "Croc" bounded away to crouch over a crumpled form in the sand. This time, it was clearly human.

"Eeeeg. Ep!" The spirit thing made a pitiful squeal and patted the boy’s face.

"Big brothers not get up! Too tired! You help? No hurt!" Suddenly he bared sharp fangs, revealing how he'd gotten his name. "No hurt my brothers! You not Red Armor Crunchies? I eat Red Armor Crunchies."

The men wondered whether they really wanted to find out what a "red armor crunchy" was. Slowly, one hand out in a placating gesture, the leader of the band began to move closer. He kept his eyes on the spirit-child and its human "sibling", ready to halt if they made any sudden moves.

"We will not attack you if you do not attack us," he said to the creature. "Where are your people, little traveler? How have you come to this place?"

The spirit-child nestled closer to the motionless boy and uttered a distressed chittering. "I no know. Fancy bad man say us are monsters and taked us here so us would get dead. I no wanna get dead!"

"Exiles?" The big man murmured to the man with the eyepatch.

"Haven's really gone to the crocadogs," Eyepatch muttered back. "I thought their nature spirits had already abandoned them. Didn't think they were killin' em."

"It ain't a spirit, Drake. Nature spirits don't wear clothes."

"Then what is it? Sure ain't a metalhead, tell you that much."

"Enough," their leader interrupted sternly.

He continued to approach the exiles, one foot in front of the other, and pointed his staff behind him.

"There are others here. Animals. At least one is a species capable of speech -- they may shed some light on this. Drake, get the animals and give them some water. Kleiver, put the boy in the truck. He's still breathing."

The child brightened, losing all trace of his former ferocity as if a switch had been flipped off. "You help? You good guys?"

"We try to be," the man with the staff answered, a little dryly.

As he came to a stop by the bodies, he knelt. The human "big brother" was painfully thin, cheekbones sharp against a face that looked younger than anticipated. He had the same matted hair "Croc" did, as if no one took care of him at all. The refuse of Haven: it was not an uncommon condition for exiles to be found in. But most were older, and either coherent or already dead. This boy was somewhere in between.

"He an' Daxter no answerin' me!" Croc fretted. "Not Bad Guy, you wake him up, okay?"

"Damas. Not "not bad guy"," the man grunted as he took a waterskin from his belt. It was half empty, but it would have to suffice. "If I'm to call you by your name, I request that you do me the same courtesy."

"I no can curtsy, Damas man," Croc answered solemnly, "Tail too heavy."

"I said courtesy, not- nevermind." Damas lifted the human boy's head and poured water into his mouth. "Where did you learn our sign language, little traveler?"

Immediately, the child pointed to the unconscious boy.

More mysteries.

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"Yrrp!"

Jak was rudely reintroduced to consciousness by the full weight of his half-brother...clone...person...slamming into his stomach. His eyes flew open as the breath was driven from him in a pained wheeze. Instinctively, he shoved the scaly child off and rolled to his side, gasping for air. The kid was no lightweight.

"Jak!" Daxter's worried voice cut in over his wheezing, "Are- are you okay?! I tried to keep the menace distracted, but he was going crazy while they took the IV out!"

The what?

Jak slowly opened his eyes and blinked until his vision cleared. They were in a room made of metal and some kind of reddish brown stone, radiating a comforting heat -- nothing like the murderous sun in the desert. Jak made a face.

"Wh- rr?" he rasped, unable to say much more until he'd swallowed several times.

"Off. You could have hurt him," a new voice interrupted, deeper and sterner. It wasn't anyone Jak knew.

Croc chirped indignantly, and then the surface Jak lay on rose slightly as if a weight had been removed. Was he on a mattress? Oh. Yes, he was on a remarkably clean mattress. And for that matter, he seemed to be remarkably clean.

That was...a little disturbing. A lot disturbing, actually. Because Jak knew he hadn't washed himself.

"Cr-oc?" he croaked, and finally rolled back onto his back.

An unnecessarily spiky man stood at the end of the bed holding Croc, bundled up in his arms like a particularly naughty puppy. Croc didn't seem to be too upset about it, which was unusual, seeing as Croc bit anyone who wasn't Jak or Daxter. Even Tess had gotten nipped once.

Jak stared at the weathered warrior at the foot of the bed, and the warrior stared back.

"If this is another mirage, I'm going back to sleep," Jak muttered in a creaking voice.

The man laughed.

It was a crackling, raspy sound, as if he were unused to it.

"If this were a mirage, I wouldn't have to make sure the young goblin here did not undo the monks' hard work to repair your ribs."

"My ribs?"*Jak’s face twisted in confusion. "Nothing was wrong with my ribs."

The stranger fixed him with a measured stare that left him feeling oddly defensive.

"Young man, you had two cracked ribs and three that had healed improperly from past breaks. Surely you noticed that kind of pain!"

The boy's blank stare was dismally telling.

"Nobody cares about cracked ribs as long as you can still fight," Jak grumbled. "I've had worse."

Daxter cringed beside Jak. "He's not wrong. Jak here's been through stuff that would give a metalhead nightmares. Don't uh, don't take it personal, y'know? Him and me, we got raised to think pain only mattered when it happened to someone else."

"Why isn't Croc biting you?" Jak interrupted. "He hates strangers."

"Because biting one's host is not an acceptable way to treat the laws of hospitality," the man answered, then bounced Croc a little higher in his arms. "Is that not so, little one?"

"I not bite the Damas man, that's rude," Croc confirmed. "But I maybe bite the stinky man a little bit."

"No, we don't bite Kleiver either," the man -- Damas? -- corrected firmly. "You don't know where he's been."

"I bite only a little bit!"

"No."

"A just a little bit!"

The man adjusted his hold on Croc, shifting him to his hip as though a half-metalhead baby was a perfectly normal thing to encounter.

"You are not biting Kleiver and that is final."

Then he turned his attention back to Jak.

"This one led me to you and your friend in the desert. I brought you to my city. In return, I expect you to be honest when I ask you some questions."

Jak pushed himself up into a sitting position and grimaced at a faint wave of dizziness. "That's it? Just answer some questions? I don't buy it."

Damas looked annoyed. His lips flattened into a thin line for a moment, and his eyes grew calculating. Then he seemed to come to a decision.

"Answer questions for now. Should you choose to remain in my city, you will be expected to prove that you will contribute to the good of the community and not sit idly while others do the lion's share of the work. It is so for all newcomers, although dispensation can be made for your age."

Jak bristled. "What about my age?"

Their rescuer -- and host, apparently -- raised an eyebrow and Jak found himself quieting unexpectedly.

"Exiles as young as the three of you are rarely found alive. Most of our laws apply to older survivors."

Daxter blinked. "Huh. Well. Nice of someone to notice for once."

Damas barely nodded. "The monks will inform me when you are considered recovered enough to be moved. In the meantime-"

He bent and set Croc down on the floor.

"Go, amuse yourself, little one. No biting."

Then he reached into an open bag sitting on the table at the foot of the bed and held up the beacon.

"Let's discuss this."

#writing prompts #fic prompts #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #free day thursday #my art #baby croc au #Croc is two and he likes to Chomp #Damas is about to have his hands full with these three #unfortunately for Croc Damas has toddler clothes from Mar and he WILL make him wear the footie pajamas with the ducks on them #Daxter starts getting dadded within two weeks #jak is the stubborn one but Damas is more stubborn #Croc can smell Jak's blood running through Damas’s veins and vice versa and he doesn't understand why they don't smell it too #jnd croc

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moongothic · 2 months

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On the train of your last ask, what are your thoughts on dragons sexuality?

Personally I think he’s Demi something (more attracted to personality than looks or gender)

Honestly because we don't know that much about the guy it's kind of hard for me to form an opinion, and if Crocodad Real then we're going to find out his orientation eventually (since we gotta find out if that was a contributing factor to the Dragodile Divorce (assuming they're divorced)) so I'm kind of okay with not forming any headcanons, since the headcanon could get thrown out the window

If anything, what interests me is how Dragon's orientation could impact the story-- like when I've discussed the Dragodile Divorce I have mainly focused on speculating how Crocodile would've felt about it, but how Dragon felt about that is interesting too

Because if he's straight then yeah that probably contributed to The Divorce, but how did Dragon feel about it? Learning that the love of his life is now happier than ever before after transitioning and being happy for him, while also losing the version of Crocodile that he fallen in love to begin with? No longer feeling thet draw to him because of the thing that has brought him so much joy and comfort? Knowing that even if they did take down the WG the family Dragon had hoped to have would never come to be, because their relationship would now end? And that it would be on some level his fault, because he's not attracted to Crocodile anymore?

Like even if Dragon took things well and the divorce happened "on good terms", it would've been sad for Dragon too.

But then there's a slightly juicier option, because what if Dragon was bi, but the Divorce happened under unpleasant circumstances (be it Dragon lashing out or things getting violent because he couldn't recognize Crocodile) and he didn't figure it out until it was too late?

Because you'd still have Dragon going through some if not all of those previously mentioned feelings, of having to come to terms with the version of his significant other whom he had fallen in love with no longer existed, the family had pictured in his mind would never become a thing, that those things were be kind of his fault and that he had hurt Crocodile deeply in the process. But then he'd be looking at some news article of Crocodile's most recent heroic stunt, seeing his handsome face with that usual, unbothered expression, and realizing he still loved him? That he still wanted to be with him, wished they were together, even now that Crocodile was a far more handsome man than he was? And then the realization that he's bi hitting him like a fucking truck But it's too late. The divorce already happened. He already hurt Crocodile too deeply. Knowing Croc, he had probably already moved on. There was no fixing it, the relationship was over. At least for now, trying to go see Croc could be dangerous due to the WG and not wanting to risk the WG finding out about them and The Kid and Croc would probably be furious if Dragon even risked that at this point, after what he had done. Oh, and then Crocodile killed thousands of innocent people attempting to usurp a country by manufacturing a civil war. Something Dragon can't forgive. (Not to mention, hearing he had been taken down by their own son... Oof)

But what if despite all that, and not knowing the full circumstances behind what had happened (like the fact that Crocodile didn't know who the hell Luffy was), Dragon still loved Crocodile? What then?

#Moon posting #Asks #Dragodile #OP Meta #Answering an unusual amount of asks today because 1) Compensating for being AFK for a while and #2) The Tumblr News are deeply fucking upsetting and I need something to lighten my mood desperately ngl #So clearing my ask box it is wheeeee #Sorry this is a little incoherent lmao #Something about Dragon looking at Crocodile and being like ''why the fuck are you more handsome than me'' cracks me up okay #When your transgender husband gives you gender envy #I just love the story telling potential bi Dragon would give us because like. Yeah if they're straight then the relationship is joever #But if he was bi then there's that theoretical possibility they could maybe reconcile and get back together #And the fucking drama? The possibilities? I'm so here for that man give it to me #Luffy and/or Ivankov telling Dragon to get over himself and admit that he still loves Crocodile and wants to be with him? Gimme #Dragon taking a deadly blow to protect Crocodile because he doesn't want to lose him again? It's a trope for a reason #OR Dragon craddling a dying Crocodile begging him not to die because he still loves him? Oh yes #Crocodile trying to sneak away while everyone celebrates the destruction of the World Government #And Dragon showing up like ''I don't wanna lose you again pls don't go ;_;''#And Croc telling him to either piss off OR to hurry up and get on the ship so they can leave before Luffy finds out #I am. Obsessed. Dragodile Retirement Romance let's fucking go #THE POSSIBILITIES MAN. Like I don't wanna get my hopes up because I doubt we'll get Canon Gay Dragodile BUT IT COULD BE SO GOOD

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 2 years

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Dieter Bravo x f!reader oneshot

Written as part of the Consent universe (set at at unspecified point in time after the series), but can be read as a standalone as I did not include any details of the series itself.

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Rating: E (18+ only)

Summary: After a calamitous day at the beach, Dieter is only too happy to put you in a sticky situation - with a melted Kit Kat.

Warnings: Chaotic!Dieter, dirty talk, food play, dry humping, masturbation (m), handjob, blowjob, public sex, no use of Y/N, very lightly proofread so apologies for any typos

Word count: Under 3k... apparently I can't write anything shorter 🤷🏻‍♀️

Note: Surprise! I'm back from my holiday! Thank you all of you lovely people for being so patient with me over the past month, this is for you! It was such a fun little warm-up for me as well before I resume working on the next part of Consent. I hope you enjoy this little filthy, lighthearted interlude 😉

Thank you @mandoblowmybackout for reassuring me this is not a crap idea ❤️

Dieter Bravo isn’t really a beach person.

Sure, he doesn’t mind looking at one while sipping on a tropical cocktail with a swirly straw, in a jacuzzi on a private yacht, miles away from said beach.

That’s not what you have in mind though, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you.

You want to show him the local beach, which you say is the only thing worth seeing in your one-horse town. You borrow your neighbour’s beat-up truck so you don’t get sand in yours, and load it up with two portable sun loungers, a faded sunbrella, towels, and a cooler stuffed with beer and lemonade. You even make sandwiches for lunch. PBJ à la Dieter for him (Sriracha over strawberry jam - you don’t judge, it’s hardly the weirdest thing he is into anyway) and a less adventurous ham and cheese for yourself.

You’ve driven the hour-long journey since he doesn’t have a licence, and you’ve hummed to the radio the whole way.

You’re excited, so he’s trying to enjoy it. He really is.

But.

The beach is a solid twenty-minute walk on a sandy path through the woods. Try walking on sand in Crocs. He’s slipping on sand both inside his damned shoes and beneath them. He’s offered to carry the sun loungers and the cooler, and his favourite faded green t-shirt is saturated with sweat when the beach comes into view.

By the time you decide on the perfect spot, he is winded. Dieter has never been sporty, but even he thinks this is a pathetic performance. He tries to breathe in and out as discreetly as he could and hopes you don’t notice.

It’s another ten minutes before the sunbrella and loungers are set up, and the cooler plonked in the middle, by which time Dieter is positively dying for a beer.

At least the beer is cold, and he sighs as it settles in his belly. This is better. He takes stock of the beach from behind his sunglasses. It’s a charming little crescent of sand and blue water, enclosed by thick forest on both sides. It’s a weekday, and there are only a few other people scattered about. You assure him that no one around town would know who he is, and he believes you.

‘Here,’ you pipe up from your chair, tossing him his sandwich.

Catching your hand, he presses a kiss to the back of your fingers. ‘Thanks, sweetheart. This is pretty great.’

You smile back at him and tuck into your ham and cheese, leaning back in your chair with your legs bent at the knees, your sundress riding up.

He hums happily as he bites into the sweet and spicy sandwich, talking with his mouth full. ‘This is delicious, sweetheart.’

You shake your head. ‘You’re so weird, Dieter Bravo.’

He grins back insolently. ‘Gotta have my lovable quirks or I’m just another Hollywood asshole.’

No sooner has he taken a second bite does he hear an aggressive buzzing approach from behind. He watches in horror as not one, not two, but three wasps start circling his sandwich.

Two problems.

Dieter Bravo does not share food.

More importantly, he does not like flying things.

‘Fuck!’ he squeaks and ducks to your side of the shade, sandwich abandoned on the lounger. The wasps crawl over the bread, antennae wriggling cockily as they plant their literal flag on his lunch.

‘Bravo, it’s just a few wasps,’ you chide.

‘They’re killing machines!’

You roll your eyes. ‘You’re confusing them with hornets. Wasps are much smaller and the worst they can do is sting you.’

‘It’s too late,’ Dieter mopes. ‘They win.’

Leaning over, you stuff the rest of your ham and cheese sandwich in his mouth to stop him sulking. ‘C’mon. This will take your mind off the stupid wasps.’

You pull your dress over your head, and you smile smugly at the way Dieter’s jaw hangs open, sandwich and all. You’re wearing your new lemon print swimsuit and you make a show of bending down to fish the sunscreen from your bag.

By the time you stand up, Dieter has circled his arms around you, hot breath in your ear. He traces thick fingers over the cutouts on the waist. ‘You’re gonna get some really interesting tan lines.’

Squeezing a big blob of sunscreen in your palm, you pass the tube to him. ‘Just do my back, Dieter.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

Once the both of you have rubbed in the SPF, you kick off your flip flops and start at a run. ‘Let’s go, Bravo!’

He follows, Crocs flying behind him, but he’s only taken a few steps before his knees nearly buckle from the heat under his feet. The sand is literally burning hot. He watches you splash into the sea. How the fuck are you running on this?

By the time he gets there, he can’t feel his soles, but the water is a welcoming balm. You emerge from the waves, beaming while you stand in the waist-deep water. Without warning, he tackles you, big hands on your waist, and you squeal as he bundles you into the warm sea.

You cough when you break the surface, legs around his waist, pushing your fingers through his wild curls to slick them back. ‘Nice, huh?’

‘Pretty nice,’ he concedes, one hand snaking down to squeeze your ass cheek under the water, making you squirm and hit his shoulder in a warning.

Maybe he can get used to this.

He isn’t sure what happened. One second he’s leaning in to kiss you, and the next, there is a searing pain on his big toe. Letting go of you with an anguished howl, he flails and dashes out of the water, trying to shake free of whatever is clinging onto his foot in a death grip.

Dieter looks down - it’s a fucking crab with its big claw clenched tight around his toe. He dances on one foot as he tries to shake it off, but it hangs on for dear life, dangling stubbornly from his foot. With a mighty swing of his leg, the crab finally lets go and sails through the air, landing back into the water with a splash somewhere in the distance.

‘Oh my god, are you ok?’ you run up behind him.

There is no blood, but he grimaces at the dark purple bruise that is already blooming. ‘You know what, sweetheart? I think I’ll just sit it out for a bit and have a Kit Kat.’

Your face is pinched in worry, and you wring your hands. ‘I’m so sorry, I haven’t even seen any crabs on this beach before.’

Dieter puts on a brave smile that he hopes is convincing. With a peck on your lips, he assures you, ‘Go swim, I’ll wait.’

He hobbles back across the scorching sand. He really needs that Kit Kat and a cold beer.

Except he can’t find the fucking Kit Kat. He turns your bag inside out and checks the cooler. He swears he packed it this morning. Flopping onto your lounger in frustration (the wasps are still going at his sandwich on his, more of their friends having joined in), he takes a big swig of beer, hoping it would dull the painful throbbing in his big toe.

He should’ve brought some fucking weed.

He must have dozed off. He all but jumps out of his skin when he feels cold droplets of water falling on his face. Cracking an eye open, he realises he’s in direct sunlight, with you leaning over him, your lips cool from the ocean as you brush them against his mouth.

‘Did you have your Kit Kat?’

‘I couldn’t find it,’ he laments and pulls you into his lap, your wet body an instant relief from the midday heat. You suddenly frown, looking at him strangely, and he asks, ‘What is it?’

‘Your face is looking quite red - did you top up on sunscreen after going into the water?’

For fuck’s sake. Now that you mention it, his face feels tender. ‘No, I forgot. The sun must have moved while I was napping.’

You turn and glance down at his feet. ‘Your toe looks quite swollen too. We really should get home and get some antiseptic on it.’

‘Sorry for cutting the day short, sweetheart,’ he says sheepishly while the both of you pack up.

You give him a teasing grin. ‘You’re just a bit of a disaster man everywhere you go, aren’t you?’

He growls and pinches you on your thigh for making fun of him, drawing a squeal out of you. ‘Not my fault that the beach hates me.’

The walk back to the car hurts, to say the least. The sand grates painfully on the bottom of his feet - he’s sure he’s got second degree burns on his soles. His toe hurts so much he can hear it pulse all the way up in his ears, and he’s beginning to feel the sunburn on his nose.

He nearly falls onto his knees in relief when he catches sight of the parked truck, thankfully in the shade.

You nod at the front and toss him the keys. ‘You get in the car and get the AC going. I’ll pack up’

He kisses you on the cheek. ‘Thanks, sweetheart.’

Opening up the driver’s seat door, he starts the car, turning the AC up to the highest level. Even though the truck is in the shade, the heat inside the car is still oppressive. He’s about to close the door when he spots something red in the cup holder on the passenger side.

At the back of the car, you nearly drop the cooler when Dieter yells, ‘MY KIT KAT!’

Three seconds later, he rounds the back of the truck, the chocolate bar hanging limply from his thumb and index finger, his bottom lip jutting out. ‘It melted.’

He cuts such a sad figure with his shoulders slumped, sunglasses perched low on his peeling nose. You can even see the purple of his swollen toe through the holes in his Crocs.

Taking his hand, you pull him in and wrap your hands around his neck. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you try to pacify him. ‘Let’s go home. I’ll make it up to you - in the shower.’

That piques his interest. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘Oh yeah,’ you reassure him with a lopsided smile.

He pauses, and you can see the moment the proverbial light bulb goes off in his head. His lips quirk, mischief colouring his eyes as he pulls your hands from his neck. ‘Actually, now that I think about it - there’s something you could help me with right here.’

You arch an eyebrow and echo his words back at him. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘Oh yeah,’ he nods. He drapes one of the towels on the back of the truck and pats the surface. ‘Hop on, sweetheart.’

You do as you’re told, giving him a look. You’ve parked up against a thick line of bushes, far away from the five other cars in the area, and there’s no one else around.

You’re in just your swimsuit, and in your rush to leave, you haven’t even towelled your hair dry. You feel a droplet of seawater slide down your front, into your cleavage. ‘What are you up to, Bravo?’ you ask suspiciously.

Reaching behind you, he tugs on the string that holds your swimsuit together, and you take a sharp inhale when the humid air hits your bare front. ‘Dieter - ’

He groans when your tits tumble free, cupping one in his big hand, his chunky rings digging into your soft skin. ‘So pretty, sweetheart. Lean back just a little bit.’

You shift, palms landing behind on either side of you while you lean backwards. Your clit brushes against the soft towel beneath, making you moan. ‘What are you -’

Before you can finish your sentence, Dieter’s ripped open the Kit Kat with his teeth. Giving you a brazen grin, he proceeds to drizzle the melted chocolate onto your chest.

‘Dieter!’ you gasp, eyes wide as the thick liquid drips, slow as syrup, onto your skin.

‘What?’ he asks, all wide-eyed innocence. He tosses the empty wrapper over his shoulder. ‘I have to have my Kit Kat somehow. Don’t I deserve it after the rotten day I’ve had?’

With the flat of his tongue, Dieter looms over you and licks a hot trail up between your tits, dragging the melted chocolate upwards before swallowing with a gravelly mmmm that reverberates in his chest.

‘Don’t I?’ he prompts you again.

‘Yes,’ you answer breathlessly.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a satisfied smirk, before he dives down again to swipe his tongue along the underside of your breast, and a shudder runs through you. His brow wrinkles as he smacks his lips. ‘You taste so good, sweetheart.’

You really shouldn’t be letting Dieter Bravo suck, lick and slurp his melted Kit Kat bar off your tits in a public beach parking lot. And it really shouldn’t turn you on this much. You start rutting your hips against the truck, rubbing on the towel underneath as he groans, his head buried in your chest.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he croons, and you can feel his teeth against your skin as he grins. ‘Doesn’t it feel good?’

‘Fuck yes,’ you admit through gritted teeth, one hand tangled in his salt-crusted curls, arching your back when he finally closes his lips around one nipple and sucks hard.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he groans, sticking his right hand crudely under his swimming trunks to grip his cock, while he sucks on your left tit, licking it clean. ‘You’re so sexy, sweetheart. Getting that pussy nice and wet without using your hands. Clever little thing, aren’t you?’

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him stroke himself under his pants, somehow not being able to see it makes it even hotter. Your hips quicken, dragging your clit on the hard surface to relieve the tension between your thighs.

Turning to your right breast, you feel his hot breath hit your skin as he laves your nipple with his tongue. ‘They should do a sea salt and chocolate Kit Kat.’

You laugh. ‘You should pitch it to Nestle.’

‘And I’ll tell them exactly how the idea came to me,’ he chuckles, before nibbling unexpectedly on the side of your breast, making you cry out. Your pussy clenches, unable to hide your desperation as you hump the towel with firm rolls of your hips.

Dieter peers up at you from under long lashes, his smile crooked and cocky. You hear his breath coming out in harsh pants now, the movement in his pants hurried. ‘That’s a good girl. You gonna dry hump the truck till you come, baby?’

You nod, bottom lip caught in your teeth, words having abandoned you. You start to tremble as your cunt quivers, and when Dieter closes his teeth sharply over your nipple, you break - a wail caught in your throat as you let the orgasm rip through you, all the way down to your curled toes and your fingers pulling on his hair.

Glancing down at him, chest heaving, you watch him clean up the last spot of chocolate with his tongue, your skin now clear but still sticky from the sugar. He grins up at you, and you pull him in by the scruff of his tshirt to plant a messy kiss on his lips.

Reaching down, you knock his hand away and wrap your fingers tight around his hard cock, making him gasp and rock into your hand. ‘Baby,’ he pants. ‘That’s it, harder. I’m close.’

He whines when you push him backwards with one bare foot in his chest, but he promptly shuts up when you slide off the truck and kneel on the gravel, shoving his swimming trunks down. The intensity with which he looks down at you, curls wild over his eyes, knocks the breath out of you. Pumping your hand up and down on his length, you lick your lips and tell him plainly, ‘I want you to come inside my mouth.’

Dieter leans forward to grip the back of the truck with both hands and groans as you take him between your lips, eyelids drooping as he watches you slide wetly over his dick again and again. It doesn’t take much for his thighs to shake under your hands and for his hips to thrust into your mouth.

His voice is strained and his head thrown back as he babbles, ‘Don’t stop, sweetheart - please, you’re so fucking sexy swallowing my cock, taking me so well. Can you take me deeper, hmm? Jesus Christ that’s it, just like that, sweetheart. Just a little more and I’ll fill that filthy mouth like you want me to. You’re gonna swallow it all, hmm? Fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come -’

With a strangled groan, his hips stutter and one hand weaves into your hair, gripping it painfully as his cum hits the back of your throat. You moan around his half-hard cock, milking him leisurely. He jerks as if electricity is running through his veins.

Slowly, the tension bleeds out of his body. You make a show of swallowing his cum, holding his unfocused gaze while you lick your swollen lips.

‘C’mere,’ he mutters, pulling you to your feet with an easy strength that never fails to excite you. One gentle index finger under your chin, he sweeps your face upwards to kiss you deeply.

You can taste the chocolate on his tongue, and you know he can definitely taste himself on yours.

You tap your finger on his beautiful nose that desperately needs aloe vera, your body still crowded up against him, his hands skating over your lower back. ‘Feeling better?’

He shrugs nonchalantly, but his warm eyes and playful wink give him away. ‘What can I say? A Kit Kat always helps.’

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo fanfic #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo smut #cliff beasts 6 #dieter bravo self insert #dieter bravo x fem!reader #dieter bravo oneshot #consent series

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tinfairies · 5 months

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Ya boi (Dark Age Play Daddy Sir Crocodile) anon is back with more thots >:3

Daddy Crocodile that let's you have sips of his whiskey or a drag from his cigar. But only to watch your face scrunch up in disgust from the taste. Tutting and reminding you that, that's why you're not allowed to do such adult things.

Or if you do end up liking the taste of it, he'll give you more. Only in small amounts though, just enough to get you tipsy or make your mind a bit fuzzy. Enjoying how pliable and easy it makes you (even more than usual). Sitting you in his lap and groping you to his heart's content. Praising you for sitting still so well and how pretty you look with flushed cheeks.

He's probably not a huge fan of somno, but might partake if he's feeling extra desperate. Such as if you had too much to drink and fell asleep while teasing him. Spreading you open on his fingers for a while, pushing until the rings around his fingers brush against your hole. Pulling them out to replace them with his cock. Groaning at how loose your body is from a mixture of the alcohol and sleep. Obsessively keeping his eyes on where you two are connected, listening to the squelching and slick sounds.

Daddy Crocodile is very well put together and stone faced in public. But without eyes watching his every move, he becomes a complete degenerate.

(also for anyone wondering, I do also have a fic blog. But bc it's my side blog I gotta stay anonymous ough which sucks)

You can call me ⛓️ anon though! Since I'll probably be popping in every once and a while

I lovvvve all of this. Daddy Croc is just so good

#tin talks #tin smut #T: Crocodile

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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💝Gifts To and From💝

A little fun thing about what the boys would give you and what you may give them too. As always spelling is bleh🤍

Request are always welcomed!

Part Two Part Three

🦈Kirishima🦈

Kiri wouldn’t force you to get crocs, but this man will Persuade you- loving of course. He doesn’t care what color you pick, as long as you like them!

Purple, yellow, green- Whatever!

I do feel like he’d buy you the little accessor though so both of you have matching ones. Because they've gotta sell little accessories of heroes for crocs!

So both of you wouldhave like the CrimsonRiot, a Rock, smiley faces, and stuff like that on yours crocs.

He’d think it’s Manley that you both have matching ones and that you got him a little heart for his crocs.

Kiris Lock Screen in a pic of you guys toe to toe both of you wearing croc with matching accessories.

He post it on all social pages, with the captions of:

“Love my pebble”

💣Bakugou💣

Kat would buy you a necklace. It’s simple and straightforward. It’s probably a thin chain with a small charm. More than likely something that’s similar to a firework, skull, grenade or explosion.

You’re his, ya dummy, and he’s marking you as such.

“Hey dumbass! Why aren't you wearing the necklace?”

“It’s right here KitKat!” you pull it out from under your shirt. Kat would scoff, walk up to you and readjust it, making sure the chain is in the right place.

“Keep it out, I want to show people the catch he got.”

He’d probably just keep buying you jewelry randomly. Like necklaces, brackets, rings, earrings. He doesn’t give a shit what you wear- as long as you’re wearing something he gave you.

I feel like somewhere along the lines you get him a necklace too. A simple one with a red fang on it. It’s small, pretty and won’t get in his way. When you give it to him, he’d scoffs and smiles. “Hey TeddyBear” he smiled and points to the exact same one he gave you- it’s hanging from your neck. A 3 year anniversary present.

“Huh. I guess that’s why I liked this one so much!” You chirp and kiss his cheek.

Nex day, you see him wearing it. And then the next and the next and so on.

You’re watching him on the TV, he’s battling some weak villain or something. He’s not wearing the necklace. Which is fine, it’s not a part of his hero costume and if it got thrown upward, the tooth on it could probably hit his face. Ouch.

But after the fight, during an interview, you notice his hands going into his pocket- not unusual- but his right hand is moving. What’s in his pocket? It looks like he’s thumbing something. He keeps breathing in and out as the reporters keep yelling stupid shit at him, the moment in his pocket becoming faster. What in the world?

When he finally breaks away, the reporters(people filming) catches him pulling out a tooth necklace from his pocket, holding it in palm.

⬛️Sero 🟨

Sero buys you clothes

Like the oversized comfy ones you can watch movies in. Probably have some cute graffiti food on them, like a ramen bowl!

Sero has similar style clothes and one of his favorite pictures of you two is both of you wearing baggy shirts with street food designs on them.

At some point in your relationship, he’s getting you a sports bra.

“Looks comfortable, plus it’s your favorite color.”

But that’s kinda small, I have a feeling this man doesn’t buy you his merch to wear, feels kinda embarrassed. So one day, like a year into dating, you buy his mercy, an oversized sweatshirt, and wear it to one of your ‘movie dates’ (you both stay at home, munch on popcorn, and watch a corny movie). His heart melts. His Home Screen is you in that sweet shirt.

You get him a sweatshirt that had this little onigiri in the corner, and on the back is this huge cartoon ramen bowl with your guy's favorite restaurant written under it. The place where he first asked you to be his girlfriend.

His fans end up catching him leaving the gym one day, and one ask him where he got his sweatshirt from-

“Oh, I’m not sure. My amar(love) got it for me. She may have had it custom made for me too.” He laughed, gesturing to his arms. His fans laugh but your heart flutters when you read about the encounter on his fam base later.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Denki would buy you hair stuff.

Dude gets the pain of accidentally eating your bangs when you move and would buy some cutely decorated berets. Probably some lighting bolt ones, and cat ones.

He’d also do a face mask and nails with you too.

His Home Screen is a pick of you laughing, wearing a face mask, a cat headband pushing your hair back, and a cucumber mid motion falling off your face.

Will call you and tell you he found a new nail polish color:

⚡️“Sunshine! I just got this new color called ‘Electric Love’!”

Your Home Screen is a pic of him wearing an orange cat hair pin you got him.

This man also wore it into a battle, forgetting to take it out since he’s always wearing it.

And if someone, a reporter or fan, asks about it, man has no shame to talk about how he wears them all the time. Yeah, he wear cats and butterfly hair pins, duck off.

⚡️“Oh! My Sunshine Nugget got it for me! We have matching ones too!”

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