#my thots on him: chair make it electric

[world-of-aus]

Hi, Hello and Welcome To Today's Gym Thots!

Feat. Criminal Bucky x Detective Reader

While this isn't the first official meeting between the two this is where their story kicks off 🤭 Enjoy!

The air was electric, tense, the PD's newest recruits cowering under the scrutiny of their commander. You remember being at their level once, the fear that consumed you when you didn’t meet deadlines, didn’t have anything new to present when asked about a case you were handpicked for.

But it was that same scrutiny that built you up to the detective you were today.

Eventually their fear would be replaced with frustration, and that frustration would pave the way for the need to succeed, to show their fellow commander that they hadn’t chosen wrong. And they would work for It everyday - you still were.

“I gave you two weeks – and you’re telling me that you’ve drawn blanks, is that what it was you said?”

You can see one of the braver recruits go to respond but he’s quickly shut down by their commanders fist meeting the table, you watch as they plunge deeper into their chairs gazes downtrodden.

“I’ve had newer recruits than you have information hours into their assignment and I’ve given you two weeks and not a single bit of information. Just why exactly where you handpicked then, why were your files brought to me!”

Their commander hammers into them for another hour, not once letting them get a word in. He goes until he knows their egos are bruised and battered. “I expect you to reflect on today, let my words really sink in, and in two weeks – two weeks I expect better progress from all of you at the next meeting now get out of here!”

You watch as the recruits scurry from their chairs taking their folders with them as they file out the door a whispered apology as they go. The last one makes their exit, the door clicking shut, you look over at your colleague who’s tired eyes match yours “was I too rough?”

You laugh lightly reaching out to squeeze his shoulder, of course that would be the first thing that leaves his lips, “you were perfect Wilson, swear I was teleported back to our very first days here.”

Sam laughs with a shake of his head leaning into the touch, “but look where we are now because our commander rode our asses every time.”

“Just as hard on ourselves then, than we are now.” You joke lightly.

“Ain’t that the damn truth,” he mutters with a shake of his head, “hey any update on the white wolf case?”

You inwardly groan with a shake of your head, “no, I’ve reread all his files, everything we’ve managed to get on him but it’s leading me nowhere, I’m just going in circles trying to find something new,” you shake your head again, “I don’t know Sam I don’t think we have the right guy, somethings not adding up, we’ve detained him three times but nothing concrete to lock him up, his hands are clean – well as clean as they can be.”

Sam chuckles, “and what does walker have to say?”

You scoff at the other detective they’ve paired you with, “aside from him belittling me at every turn he swears the white wolf is the scum of the earth, he’s set on arresting the guy any time he has the chance – god forbid we see him on the street he’d be in cuffs in seconds – walkers a hothead.”

Your colleague nods, “youre not wrong, guy has a short fuse, and what do you think?”

“That we don’t have the right guy, and you know me better than anyone that I refuse to arrest the wrong guy, but I don’t have enough evidence to make my assumption concrete, the chief of police Stark would turn me away if I even so much as uttered a word without enough evidence.”

Sam nods, you watch as he looks around the room before pulling something from his back pocket, a singular card with a name and address, you look at your friend brows furrowed in confusion. “There’s a reason I passed along the case.”

“You think he’s innocent too.” You say looking at Sam.

“The white wolf has done questionable things yes – but murder,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think murders one of them.” He taps the card in your hand, “go to this location tonight, if anyone asks, say you’re with Wilson, they should leave you alone.”

Your brows furrow as you look at the card, your eyes drifting back to your friend, “Sam what exactly is this?”

“An alibi.”

The address as it turns out is a club, and true to his word presenting his last name to the bouncer let’s you in without a single word a mere stiff nod of his head to let you pass.

Bass reverberates off the walls, a steady beat guiding your heeled feet as you walk deeper into the club. The area is dim, the red lights fixtured through the area lighting the path for you. Your half tempted to reach for your phone and demand answers from Sam but you knew he had his reasons, so you make your way to the bar, grabbing a stool in the farthest corner that overlooks most of the area.

Your scan your surroundings, taking in the relaxed patrons as they sip on their drinks, others gyrating on the dance floor letting the music consume them. You get into your own mind wondering why Sam sent you here, what this place meant for him, what exactly was here that would be useful to you?

A redhead pulls you from your thoughts by sliding a drink into your space, you immediately go to correct her that you hadn’t ordered a drink but she gives you a look, a black menu like folder placed in front of you. The redhead regards you once more before she turns on her heel to tend to another patron on the other side.

You look after her but she doesn’t acknowledge your presence any further. Your eyes drift back down to the folder she placed in front of you, your hand pushing the drink to the side as you reach for the folder, fingers pulling it open.

You just barely manage to school the shock that paints your features as you open the folder. Inside the folder are files, emails hand written notes, and even images of the white wolf himself.

An alibi.

“It seems they’re just letting anyone in at this point, I really should up my security.”

Your back tenses, hand closing the folder bringing it closer. You tilt your head to look over your shoulder eyes meeting his cerulean blues. You had only seen them in passing on the many occasions you had to pull Walker out of the room he had him detained in.

“You should.” Is all you can bring yourself to remark.

His teeth gleam even in the dim of the light a shake of his head as he takes the unoccupied stool next to you. He closes the two of you in, “I’ll put an order in,” he says as he flags the redhead down, she’s quick to come over to him, and you watch as he places his order with her before turning back to you, “what can I do for you detective?”

“Do I look like I’m in uniform to you?”

He regards you, eyes drinking in your body in the satin black dress you save at the back of your closet for special occasions. “No, and blacks looks much better on you then blue detective.” You bite back the thank you on your tongue, “so why are you here?” he questions.

“It’s y/l/n,” you say surprising yourself, “I’m not in uniform.” You add. He raises a brow as to say you’re still not answering my question, “you’re telling me you never decided to have a night out on the town to de-stress?”

He chuckles, a shiver races up your spine, “sweetheart your definition of de-stressing and mine are not the same. Why my bar, why now? It’s rather strange you know,” he continues, “that you’re here when you’ve never once stepped foot in here before but now that your partner who gets off on seeing me locked up has recently upped his reasons for arresting me – well you understand don’t you?”

You nod knowing you couldn’t tell him the real reason you were here, you were sure he would gave a field day with the information. “Unfortunately my coworkers definition of getting off and mine are not the same.”

This time he laughs, “Oh detective, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s y/l/n,” you stand your ground, “and I think I can handle myself just fine.”

He regards you again, taking you in, you watch then as he moves off the stool, he offers a hand to you. Your brows furrow as you look from his open awaiting palm back to his eyes. He tilts his head, “c’mon.”

“What, where are we going?”

He grins, “you’ve come to de-stress have you not y/l/n,” he almost mocks, “come, dance with me, let me show you the best part of my club.”

It takes you a minute, but a minute to long because you see where his offer begins to falter and before you can think twice your placing your hand in his surprising both of you.

This wasn’t the first lions den you’ve made you way into.

“Romanoff,” he calls to the redhead, “watch ms. Y/l/n’s things.”

He’s whisking you off then, the crowd parting for him as he leads the two of you to the dance floor. He’s got you turned in his arms within seconds his front molded to your back, hands resting on your hips guiding the two of you. He hooks his chin on your shoulder next and you just barely manage to hold back your gasp as he pulls you closer, his warm breath caressing your neck, “let’s see if we can’t get you what you’re looking for hmm detective.”

Unaware to you he’d give you much more than you were looking for.

[99tech99]

PRESENTING MY FIRST FANFIC/SMUT PIECE!!

guys, i am so excited about this!! it is sooo self indulgent but im really proud of how it turned out.

it was inspired by this picture and the thot of biting off krennic’s glove so he can finger fuck you at his desk.

my friend told me i was unhinged to be jealous of an inanimate object, but o well 😅

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI GO AWAY, super self indulgent sorry not sorry, finger fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, a little bit of degradation, a little bit of possession, a hint of voyeurism at the end

like i said, this is my first attempt at this, so i would be very thankful for any and all types of feedback!

1.9k words under cut!

Krennic was getting annoyed with you, but it was hardly your fault. He had promised he would leave the office four hours ago and it was now three hours past your dinner reservation, yet he showed no sign that he was finished handling the day’s business. You could always give up on the evening, retire to your quarters, and hang up the exquisite gown you purchased for the occasion. But his all-consuming work with Stardust had kept Krennic away from the capital for months. There was no way you would voluntarily remove him from your sight.

And so you stayed, making yourself at home in the luxurious sitting area of Krennic’s office, getting ahead on your own work for the next week, replying to comms, and sifting through through the Imperial files Krennic had sent you that he thought would be of interest to you in your role as Senator of Kuat.

But you had finished that an hour ago. You had sighed and paced and poured yourself a drink and watched the sun sink below the Coruscant skyline as the city planet came alive with the night. You threw yourself down petulantly on the chaise lounge with yet another exasperated sigh. A clearing of his throat alerted you that your behavior was wearing thin on Krennic’s patience.

You studied the man before you. Even being in the same room with Krennic was intoxicating. Highly intelligent, unmatched aspiration, sharp wit, electric blue eyes, silver hair…even the way he took that silly Imperial cape so seriously. Yes, he did have a temper and dealt ruthlessly with his enemies, but Stardust was indispensable to the fate of the galaxy. Half measures could hardly be tolerated.

It was no wonder you had fallen for him. All in all, Director Orson Krennic was undeniably one of the most desirable men in the galaxy. And he was the only one for you.

You could take it no longer.

You headed straight to Krennic’s desk, and leaning against it, crossed your arms and scowled down at him. At long last his concentration broke and he glanced up at you with an eyebrow raised and a most dissatisfied glare on his face.

“Well?” you demanded.

He held your gaze for a moment longer. He gave no response but sighed heavily and returned his attention to his datapad and holofiles.

Anyone else in the galaxy might have withered at his reaction, but you weren’t anyone in the galaxy.

Smiling to yourself, you took his left hand off the desk and brought to your face. Krennic didn’t react, but continued to peruse his files as though you weren’t even there. You inhaled the scent of leather and briefly nuzzled your cheek into the soft material. Slowly, you brought your mouth down onto his thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit and down onto his palm before grazing gently up with your teeth, pulling his thumb it out of your mouth with a soft pop.

You gave him a covert sidelong glance. Krennic had almost imperceptibly shifted his position in his chair, but otherwise he was working as diligently as before. Absolutely aware of the effect you were having on him, you smirked internally. You bit the tip of the glove and began to work it off his thumb with your teeth. You did the same with his index finger, and middle finger, making your way down his hand until his hand was bare. You let the glove drop from your mouth to the floor.

You placed yourself on the edge of Krennic’s desk as he continued to type a memo with his right hand. Taking advantage of your gown’s high slit you spread your thighs and guided Krennic’s fingers into your slick folds.

At long last he reacted. By gods how this man knew your body. Slowly and methodically he curled his index and middle fingers inside you, reaching the very spot he knew you craved most. You angled your hips upward, willing him to reach deeper still. You fought to keep your breathing steady as he increased his pace and pressure inside you. The sound of Krennic’s fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt echoed through the silent office. Your breaths were shallow and uneven now. The challenge of trying to remain quiet while Krennic was composing a memo somehow only made you wetter.

You gasped as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. As his thumb continued to trace circles over your bud you felt a heat rising in your core. You closed your eyes and tried to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. You wanted to savor this pleasure but you were close, so close…

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers. You whined in protest at the emptiness. Your eyes snapped open to see Krennic standing in front of you.

“Well, my dear, you certainly have been disruptive this evening,” he said in a severe tone.

“I’ve said exactly one word,” you replied icily, trying to catch your breath. “Now that you’re finished ignoring me, am I to assume you’re done with work?”

Krennic looked down at his left hand.

“It would hardly seem I’ve ignored you.” He looked back at you and brought fingers to his mouth to clean them of your juices.

“However, there is one matter left I have left to attend to.”

Before you could open your mouth to protest he had pulled you into a fierce kiss. You opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. The bulge of erection pressed against you. Krennic tugged the straps of your gown over your shoulders exposing your tits. Krennic took one of your breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand. You shuddered as his tongue and fingers played over your nipples. You shrugged off the dress entirely, letting it pool on the floor at your feet.

“Oh I missed you,” you sighed.

Your hands groped for his belt and fumbled with the fastenings of his pants. You felt his erection become even more rigid under your touch. You ran your hand up and down his length with all the firm pressure you knew he could take.

Krennic took half a step back to drink in the sight of you, naked and yearning before him. “Oh, you’re beautiful,” Krennic murmured. You grabbed him by the shoulders of that ridiculous cape of his, pulling his lips to back to yours. Your kisses became sloppy and needy. He unbuttoned his tunic as you continued to kiss his mouth, jaw, neck, anywhere your lips could reach. “Fuck me,” you demanded.

He chucked softly. “Fuck you what?”

“Fuck me now!” you insisted.

“No…” He teased your clit with the tip of his cock which already dripping with precum. “Orson, please” you whimpered.

Any restraint he had earlier in the evening was gone at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. You inhaled sharply as he sank his cock into you. “Always so tight for me,” he moaned. Aroused as you were, you needed a moment to adjust to his girth, but he didn’t give you a moment. With his hands holding firmly around your hips, he groaned with each rapid thrust into your pussy.

You placed your hands on the edge of the desk to brace yourself. The pain of the stretch quickly gave way to the ecstasy of how perfectly he filled you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you arched your back and tilted your hips so Krennic’s cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust.

“What a display,” Krennic smirked as his eyes traveled down your body from your tits to his dick inside you. “The little Senator whoring herself out to the Imperial Director.”

“Don’t act so superior,” you countered breathlessly. “You’re the one coming halfway across the galaxy for my pussy.”

He leaned forward and nipped your earlobe. “Mmm, not cumming yet darling.”

He continued to pound his dick into your dripping wet heat. He fully laid you down onto his desk and leaned into you. The last vestiges of your composure were slipping. You wound your fingers through his hair and bit down on his shoulder, wondering how much longer you could keep whatever semblance of quiet you were maintaining.

“Go on,” Krennic instructed as though reading your mind. “There won’t be anyone in the corridor to hear you. And if there is,” he smiled triumphantly, “I want them to know what I do to you.”

Your cries quickly became louder and more desperate. “Orson, I’m so close” you gasped.

His pace never slackened. “I know exactly how close you are,” he managed to pant. “And why is that?”

“I’m yours.”

“What’s mine?” he promoted.

“My cunt.”

“Mhmm, my cunt,” he affirmed. His thumb found your clit again, applying a steady circular pressure.

That was all it took to push you over the edge. Your walls contracted around his thick cock as the waves of your orgasm washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath.

Krennic groaned at the added stimulation as you came, but never broke his pace. In the afterglow of your orgasm, you felt yourself getting overstimulated. You squirmed under his thumb. “Too much” you choked.

“My cunt,” Krennic repeated. “I’m done with you when I am done.”

You felt yourself growing lightheaded as another orgasm threatened to overtake you. Krennic’s breathing was ragged as his technique became sloppier.

“Cum for me,” you begged.

On principle he resisted, trying to hold back, but you knew him too well to let him get away with that.

“Orson, cum with me.”

Almost instantly you felt his release at the same time your orgasm ripped through your body. Your cries and his intermingled as he continued to fuck you through your high. He gave a few last thrusts as your body became limp.

He planted a tender kiss on your forehead, an affection he rarely bestowed. “You are kriffing magnificent,” he said as he straightened up.

“So you did miss me,” you teased. “It was difficult to tell.”

Krennic smiled wistfully as he helped you get unsteadily to your feet. “And I’ll be missing you again much too soon. Tarkin has summoned me to Jedha on the next rotation. Saw and his rebels must be made an example of.”

The dismay you felt at the news Krennic was leaving almost immediately was quickly replaced by excitement.

“Are you testing —”

“I can’t say,” he interrupted.

Your face shone with anticipation. “You will,” you assured him. “And it will be a rousing triumph. Tarkin, Thrawn, anyone who ever doubted Stardust will put to shame in the midst of your achievement.”

“Thank you darling. But until tomorrow I just need to focus on you. Come home with me and let’s have a repeat performance.”

You slipped your gown back on and Krennic reassembled his uniform.

The two of you made your way to the office door. When it opened you were both face to face with Brierly Ronan who had clearly been trying to eavesdrop. You fought back a laugh.

“Assistant Director Ronan,” you exclaimed brightly. “Late evening for you?” He glared daggers at you.

“Director, I —” he began.

“Not now, Ronan. You can see I am otherwise engaged. Or perhaps you heard?”

Ronan flushed.

“We can speak on the way to the rendezvous with Tarkin. Good night,” said Krennic dismissively.

With that you pulled Krennic by the hand toward the turbolifts. Only then did you realize his left hand was without a glove. You held up his hand.

“Missing something?” you asked with a coy smile.

He quickly pressed the back of your hand to his lips. “Well worth it, my dear.”

thank you for reading!!!

Back to the Master List

tagging some of the people who have interacted with my previous krennic posts or expressed interest in my writing:

@clonebrainrot @znerac @msjackson1073 @sinker003

and unsolicited tags of @zoeykallus and @spicy-clones i know this isnt clones, but you are both so talented and i love your writing so so much and seeing everything you post on here really gave me the inspiration and ovaries to write my own fic.

[pronouncingitwang]

[Video description: A 2-minute tiktok by montessori.boy featuring characters played by JT, Julia, and Diego, who will be referred to as JT, J, and D.

JT and J: [singing] You've got a fast car... D, coming in the room: [excitedly] You guys, I just did the final round interview for that job. JT and J: Wow! That's awesome! J: Wait- where was it again? D: Uh, it's at Riker's. JT: Oh! D, gesturing: Doing the, uh, electric chairs. JT and J, wincing: Oh... D: Yeah, and I put you guys down as references. [JT and J make pained faces as D excitedly dances away.]

[Upbeat music begins playing and continues throughout the video.]

[JT and Julia are on the phone in different rooms.] JT: Hi! Yeah, um, I was Diego's boss at the um... kill shelter. [D flashes him thumbs-ups.] J: Oh, that dirty, doggone son of a bitch! JT: Very punctual, super organized...Very morally bankrupt. J: Yeah, we scammed old people out of thousands of dollars. [D laughs and smiles at her.] JT: Very ruthless. No, I don't think it would bother him if he got an innocent. Yeah, I'll hold. [D points at him and shows him text on his phone screen reading, "I owe you bro" while mouthing "thank you."] J: No, he wouldn't discriminate. He would- he would kill women. He would kill women. Nonbinary? I'd have to ask. [D holds up his phone, which reads "yaas queen," at her.]

D, at home, holding the phone to his ear: I got the job! [JT and J cheer. There is a dance break to music.]

[Music stops. D comes home with ash smudged on his face.] JT and J: Hey! What's up? JT: How was your first day, man? D: Dude. You're never gonna guess what happened. JT and J: You zapped yourself. [D scoffs. Dance break to music.]

D, while dancing: I forgot to tell you guys. I fried that guy for like, 30 minutes today. Yeah, it took him super long to die. J: Is that normal? D: No, no, not at all. I fucked up. [D is seen zoned out, asleep or crying at a party. JT pokes him to wake him up.] [Dance break to music.] D: After 36 months, I can move up to lethal injection. D, jumping on a bed with JT: I make $38,000 a year. JT: Wow, that's not very good. D, back to telling the story of his first day: And I forgot to put that hood on, so everyone could see the expression on his face. JT: What did he look like? D: You ever been zapped to death? [Dance break to music.] D, at party: I think I might against the death penalty. J: Oh my god, you guys, would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter? JT, pointing at her and laughing: Gay son! D, overlapping: Gay son! [They all laugh extremely hard.]

/end description]

magnificent

[voorheehees]

the talisman

a little thing I wrote for my slasher oc :p 

The neon lights of the city looked almost muted behind the tinted windows. Red, green, gold, and pink letters spelled ‘Poker’, ‘Lobster Dinner’, ‘Live Nudes’, ‘Dead Nudes’, ‘Girls Girls Girls’. It was beautiful. Jonas watched the lively strip from his top floor suite, like a king watching over his peasants. The view from the top of The Talisman Hotel & Casino could not be beat, depending on who you asked of course. Jonas kept one hand was clasped around a glass of scotch, the other tucked casually into his white pants pocket. He looked like a cliche pornstar, washed up, sleazy, but a decent enough frame to rake in a few bucks. His brown hair was forced back by a thick layer of gel, exposing a pale face with cold, blue eyes. If it wasn’t for the expensive suit and solid gold chain around his neck, one might assume he was nothing more than a busted used car salesman. But busted as he may have been, Jonas Deihl was no cheap bastard. The Talisman Hotel & Casino had been in his family for generations, passed down from father to son. Old, old money. And despite his reckless casanova reputation, Jonas was no fool when it came to running the family business. The Talisman was known for its luxury and top-of-the-line services, attracting all customers from celebrities to billionaires to wasted bachelorettes. It was a sinner’s eutopia. And most everyone knew the devil that ran it. Although the general opinion of Mr. Deihl was that he seemed like a bit of a sociopath, reeked of overpriced cologne, and overall came off as quite off at times, people could in no way deny his sickening charm or the thick wad of cash he kept generously in his breast pocket. And Jonas devoured the attention. It was a rare feat to see him roaming the bar or lobby without a model or drag queen or two wrapped around his arm, and a signature devious smile plastered on his face. He was like the poor man’s Hugh Hefner.

The shrill sound of a meow which could only be compared to the sound of a slow, painful death suddenly tore Jonas’ attention away from the Las Vegas cityscape. He turned to see a tortoiseshell cat sitting perched on the glass coffee table, her orange eyes glaring daggers directly into her master’s chest.

“What’s the matter Camile?” Jonas cooed, approaching the animal.

“Daddy not giving you enough attention?”

He set his glass down on the table and reached out to scratch Camile’s head. Without warning, she hissed loudly, whipping her paw around to sink a set of sharp claws into his hand. The man yelped as he ripped his hand away, unintentionally making the damage of the scratch worse. Camile seemed pleased with herself at the sight of blood dripping down his bejeweled fingers. Jonas swore under his breath and once again lifted his glass, making sure to take one last, large gulp of the liquid. 

“Little bitch.” He grumbled.

The two of them had never particularly gotten along. Yet over time, Jonas had become very attached to Camile, thinking of her more as a baby than a pet, and she liked the free food, catnip, and designer collars. The man pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and pressed it to the wound. It seemed that sharp nails were his only kryptonite. The clear, small but deadly ones of sweet little Camile, and the colorful ones of desperate, panicked fingers attached to soft, trembling hands. He smiled at the thought of them, unconsciously tracing over the pink, fleshy scars on his collarbone. He remembered the woman who had put them there. It was three months ago. Her nails had been green with little gold hearts on each of the ring fingers. They looked cute, different. That’s why he had picked her. He liked the ones that stood out in some way, whether it be their nails, shoes, hair, anything really. He had an eye for unique pieces. 

The images of past conquests dancing in his head reminded him of his latest one, whom he had so rudely left alone in the bathroom. He smiled to himself, tossing the bloodied handkerchief onto the coffee table. 

He could hear muffled whimpers even before he reached the door handle. The sound was music to his ears, an itch to his groin. He opened the door like it was some game show reveal of his million dollar prize. Yet there was no car or all inclusive trip to Aruba waiting there for him. It was so much better.

The woman on the bathroom floor made the best attempt of a scream at the sight of him, which was unfortunately cloaked by the wash cloth stuffed deep in her mouth. Jonas grinned down at her, slowly removing each of his rings as she scooted her bound body towards the bathtub in a trivial effort to escape. He found it sort of amusing, in a sad kind of way. Her legs had been broken, and it took every fiber of his being to not burst into laughter at the sight of her struggle. She had just moved to the city with hopes of becoming a burlesque star. Jonas had smiled at her wide, eager eyes as she told him her plans at the downstairs bar, all the while mentally howling at how pathetic she was. It was no trouble to get this naive little princess up to his suite. 

He slunk towards her before crouching down to her level. She winced as he removed her gag, gasping at the sudden sliver of freedom. Her two front teeth had a large gap, like Pattie Boyd. That’s why he had chosen her.

It was all such an incredible high to him. Better than any drug, liquor, or orgasm could ever give him. The fear in her eyes, the gore of her now useless legs, the thick stench of sweat and adrenaline that filled the windowless room. He got off on the power, the idea that for a short moment in time, he was God. He wiped the mix of tears and mascara from her cheek, hands hot and vile against her cold skin. 

“Why’re you crying baby?” his voice attempted to carry out a sweet tone, which only sounded more bitter. 

The woman’s lower lip quivered, her eyes frantically trying to avoid his own. 

“Please don’t hurt me. Just let me go home.” she choked out. 

Jonas smiled and sucked his teeth, seemingly drinking her words up slowly in contemplation. His ego felt swollen, not dissimilar to how the patrons of his casino must have felt when they won a jackpot or when they knew they were about to get lucky. 

“Sorry beautiful,” he spoke finally, “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

She couldn’t even blink before the man pulled a knife from a holster around his ankle and plunged directly between her still wet eyes. A look of shock and hopelessness remained painted on her face as her body fell onto the tile floor with a thud. Jonas removed the knife and placed it back into the holster. His heart raced, his eyes were wild. It was pure ecstasy and he didn’t want it to end. He slowly rose to his feet, shifting his attention to the sink to wash away the crimson residue. His high was wearing off fast, and the self-loathing and restlessness began to creep back into his mind. He looked into the mirror. His eyes were baggy and dark, pristine white suit now riddled with blood. He looked like shit, to say the least. He splashed cold water onto his face and stripped down, leaving only his chain and weapon on his naked body. A red, silk robe hung on the back of the bathroom door which he slipped into. He felt drained, miserable even, crashing back down to his decrepit existence after such sheer moments of bliss. This was always the worst part of what he did, the aftermath. He plopped down onto the couch with a grunt and propped his feet up next to Camile who hadn’t left her spot on the coffee table. She used his legs as a bridge and climbed over his body to rest on the back of the sofa next to her owner’s sleepy head. 

“Are you ready to be nice now?” Jonas asked her in a condescending tone. 

She mewed in reply, glendly pawing at his hair. Jonas smiled and scratched her chin, his eyes becoming increasingly heavier. He let them close, already dreaming about his next great high. 

[coconutcordiale]

Congrats on the 500 followers, m’dear!!!

For the drabble request bingo, am I going to be totally predictable and ask for “please daddy?” with Jake? I think I am.

here's the thing

pairing- hangman x female!reader (no y/n)

warnings- 18+ minors & glen you know the drill DNI, sexual content (daddy kink, public teasing / fingering), jake's perspective, man's always horny it’s cruel to leave the hotel room with him on vacation, my ridiculous habit of writing ending lines that make it seem like there's another scene coming

length- 1.2k because i apparently don't know what a drabble is and hangman’s so hot he deserves more words anyways

an- thank you so much lovely!!!! the fact that i basically sprinted to write this as soon as i saw your ask because i am also predictable 🤝 (great minds) sorry i got kind of carried away but your sugar daddy jake fic look away (everyone go read!) gave me lots of hangman + swimsuits + vacation + public indecency thots

also hangman's utter inability to keep his shit together when called daddy casually is inspired by this post from @sebsxphia

Here’s the thing.

Jake is starting to think you don't fully understand the effect you have on him. That you honestly don't know what you look like every time his gaze inevitably slides over to you, reclining blissfully in a padded lounge chair, nose buried in a book. That you don't realize how many times he's had to adjust his swim trunks or go jump in the ocean because you look like absolute sin laid out next to him, soft skin on display and begging to be touched.

“Jake, do you mind getting me another drink?" You ask, turning onto your stomach and reaching back to release the neat little bow holding your swimsuit top together.

He can’t help it when a groan rumbles out of him at the clear indication you have no intention to leave anytime soon. Can't help the way his eyes flicker around the quiet beach, trying to calculate the likelihood of someone calling the cops on him for taking you right then and there.

“Honey, I just sat down, why didn’t you ask earlier when I went to the bar?” He thinks he might sound like a whiny child, but he doesn’t care much at this point. He's frustrated, because his hands are constantly flexing with the need to touch you. Because every hint to go back upstairs to your hotel room has been met with a breezy, okay babe I'll meet you up there later, want to finish this chapter.

A blonde eyebrow raises as he watches you smile guiltlessly. “I forgot, I’m sorry. Besides, you seem a little bored over there."

He shoots you a withering glare, but he's pretty sure the scornful effect is greatly diminished by the fact that his eyes can’t stop roaming over your bare back.

Obviously he’s going to get the drink for you. He just likes seeing you sweat a little bit. Serves you right, since you've been torturing him for hours down here.

(It's been 45 minutes)

You sigh and Jake can see the gears turning in your head. Your fingers wiggle around your book, like they're getting ready to reach behind and retie your bikini so you can get up to grab it yourself. He's about to laugh, about to say just kidding, of course I'll go get it for you, when you bite your lip.

The hair on his arms raises in anticipation, knowing what's coming from your mouth next is surely going to fuck with him.

“Please, daddy?”

Jake stills.

You think it’s cute, that you’re being sassy, just teasing him a little.

That’s the thing.

Sometimes, Jake thinks you don't realize how little effort it takes to have him aching for you. You don’t see that watching your pretty lips form those words sends electricity thrumming through his veins. That it makes him vibrate with the need to hold you down until that's the only word you're capable of forming.

His tongue flits out to wet his lips, eyes never leaving you. Takes a steadying breath.

"Sure, honey. I'll be right back."

When he returns with your Mai Tai he swears your bikini is riding a little higher, cheeky bottoms giving him a perfect view of your backside. He's practically salivating with the urge to lean down and put his mouth on you.

"Thanks, daddy." You're full-on smirking now, dropping any pretense of not taunting him.

Jake exhales audibly as a lightning bolt zaps through him. The hold he has on his phone tightens once with a fleeting thought about trying not to break the stupid thing, before he forces himself to let go and toss it onto your beach bag.

He reaches over to you, rubbing your shoulder affectionately, runs his large hand down your side. Your hardcover drops to the chair with an unceremonious thump when the pad of his thumb brushes right against the side of your breast, exposed by your untied top.

You eye him mock suspiciously, taking a dainty sip of your cocktail. "Jakey, whatcha doing?"

"Oh it's Jakey now, is it, princess?" He tuts, gaze focused on the shapes he's tracing on your skin. "No more daddy now that you've gotten what you wanted?"

He skims his hand across the edge of your bikini bottoms, dancing dangerously close to where he suspects you're already soaked for him.

"Daddy," you whisper, sunglasses sliding down your nose as you dip your head, giving him full view of your blown pupils.

“Wanna stop me, princess?” He asks, trailing fingers down your hot skin, playing with the ties holding your bottoms together. “Or are you gonna let daddy play with his pretty pussy right here, where anyone could see?”

There's no one within his eyesight, but he doesn't mention that part.

You bury your head in your arms, seemingly embarrassed, but Jake doesn’t miss the tilt of your hips, the subtle arch of your back, pushing your ass ever so slightly into his waiting hand.

"That's what I thought," he quips, trademark Hangman confidence dripping from every word.

With one last glance around and a squeeze to your cheek, he slips his fingers under, groaning quietly at the wetness he knew would be there. He pushes a finger in, quick and dirty, because there might not be anyone around right now, but you both know that could change at any second.

The breathy little whimper that escapes as you squirm around his finger is music to his ears. His cock throbs painfully in his swimsuit in response and he shakes his head to clear it, forcing himself not to get sidetracked. But the dirty look you send him when he pulls his finger out, using your arousal slicked on his finger to help stroke figure eights on your clit, is even better. He knows you can come like this, but a part of you will be disappointed having to come clenching around nothing.

Perfect, he muses, because the sooner you're begging for daddy's cock to fill you, the better.

He switches his onslaught on your center to pressing strong, decisive circles, your hips rutting against his hand that's trapped between you and the chair. It's one of the hottest things he's ever witnessed, you taking what you need, hips moving unprompted and a little wild as you get closer and closer to the edge.

Jake grins as your legs tense, watching your climax roll through you. You bite your arm to muffle your whimpers, ice cubes rattling in your cup as you shake, riding out the high.

He has to stifle a groan of his own when he raises his hand to his mouth to clean his fingers, the taste of you going straight to his aching cock.

Smiling happily at him, you look almost grateful, like you might thank him for making you come in broad daylight with waves crashing in the background. Like it wouldn’t occur to you that it should be the other way around, him worshipping at your feet for letting him run away with his dirty thoughts on a chaise lounge by the ocean.

That's the thing.

Jake knows you don't realize how much power you hold over him, how effortlessly you have him wrapped around your finger. You'll figure it out someday, but for right now he'll keep that secret to himself.

At the moment, he has much more pressing matters, like getting you alone so he can listen to your pretty voice moan please, daddy over and over again.

"Finish your drink, princess. We're going upstairs."

[thebluemage]

We also did not get nearly enough of sebs hands in latex gloves. Like… mmmmmm that’s what I need. Those hands. In gloves. Preferably with a little grin on his face as he’s about to do unspeakable things to an innocent girl like meeeee. Also… the clip where he’s in scrubs and his head is tilted back? Imagine that after he’s just ~pushed in~ with you in a gyno chair.

OMG!! Yess, it’s not a want it’s a NEED!! 😩 Like please, I crave it!!

Inspection

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, clit stimulation, P in V, use of pet name (Bunny), doctor/girlfriend!patient reader dynamic, Steve Kemp himself!! (he’s a warning of his own!)

Summary | Steve conducts a thorough exam, and you discover that you need more of it.

Word Count | 613

A/N | I couldn’t help but to write this out, so thank you for your contributing thots, Dr. Kemp nonnie!! 🥵 Banners made by the amazing @vase-of-lilies. Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

“I need you to sit still for me, bunny. Can you do that for me? Hmm.”

“Yes, doctor.” You nod while he slowly spread your legs open, as you lay comfortably on the chair.

“Good girl. Now let me take a look at you.” You could feel the cold air grazing your skin. He comes closer to you when he gasps in awe, as he moves his face closer to your sensitive parts.

You could feel his breath on you, when you feel his gloved hands fiddling you, spreading your lips open and teasing your little nub.

“Tell me as best as you can, every sensation you feel of what I do to you. Describe every detail that comes into your mind, and don’t leave anything out.” He instructs softly your way, while he gives you a little grin. Knowing all to well of how your body reacts and how responsive you are.

He continues to draw out lazy circles on your clit, as he attentively waits for your answer.

“I—I feel this surge of electricity going through me,” Your breath comes out strained as you try to breathe in deeply.

“I—it feels good, s-so good doctor.”

“Just good, Bunny? You can tell me more than that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck!! I feel like electricity is rushing through my body, I f-feel like there’s fire surging in my veins, and it feels amazing!! I just... I need more!!” You plead, while your hips buck up to feeling more friction, but Steve doesn’t let you as he puts a firm hand on your lower stomach to hold your body in place.

“Not so fast, my dear. Maintain to have patience and you’ll get what you want.” He voices in a low cadence.

“Okay, Doctor.” You sigh as your body stills, as your breath slows down.

Steve looks at you again, carefully inspecting your already wet folds.

“You’re a treasure to be savored, every desire of you needs to be well taken care of. And I am here to do just that. I’m here to fulfill your every desire. I feel your despair that you want more,”

You hear some fabric moving as Steve speaks up again.

“So, who am I to deny you of any pleasure?”

You don’t have time to react when you feel his tip teasing your clit for a few seconds coating himself with your wetness, and then proceeds to plunge into you.

“Ohh, shit!!” He groans out while he slowly thrust into you. “Feels like heaven to me. Fuck, fuck.” He tilts his head back, enjoying how your walls wrap tightly around him.

You moan loudly as you feel every ridge of his cock. “Yes, yes, yes, please!! You m-make me feel alive, f-feels so great!!”

“I know, I know. You feel divine as well bunny.” He hovers his body over yours until his head is close to you, nearly hitting the shell of your ear as you hear his raspy voice.

“You’re mine. Understand, Bunny? You’re mine. Mine.” He muses instinctively as he pulls you in a hot headed kiss.

“Look at me.” He demands as you direct your eyes to his. Fire is clearly seen through his eyes, a wild unparalleled look that contains his lust.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His breathing heaves heavily against your skin.

“I’m yours, I’m yours.” Your breath hitches, forming a lump in your throat.

“Fuck. I’m yours Steve!!” You announce as you lose all control and grab him by the back of his neck and give him an all encompassing passionate kiss. Your only thought was him, nothing else.

For as long as you come to know Steve, your body was his, forever.

[heythere-mel]

Closer

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: “You always take care of me hermosa. Allow me to return the favor?”

W/C: 1.5k+

Warnings: Smut. Language. Established relationship, fingering, oral f!receiving, P in V, slight praise kink and cockwarming, and fluff cause obvs.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut for my beloved Francisco and I’m kinda proud how it turned out. 🥲 I draw inspiration from music and having Closer by Nine Inch Nails come on in the shuffle the other day had ya girl feeling THINGS. Comments, likes, reblogs, thots, whatever you’re feeling always welcomed. Enjoy. 🤍

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Frankie was having a day. Nothing at the hangar had gone according to plan, with not one but all three of the major tours he had booked for the weekend canceling last minute. It was a Friday and with the sudden rescindments freeing up his weekend, he was ready to forget about his losses and just be at home, with you. His reason for getting clean, helping him get his license reinstated, making him feel again. He owed you the world, and before leaving work that afternoon had devised a plan on how he wanted to show you.

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Frankie came home a bit earlier than normal. The electricity in the air was palpable, thrumming through his body like a spark ready to be set ablaze. A hidden desire and agenda on his mind that he couldn’t wait to put into action.

He walks through the door of your quaint little home, announcing his arrival and finding you in your office sending off the last emails for the work week. He watches you from the doorway. Deciding to just go for it, he spins your chair around, bringing your lips to his in a bruising kiss, slowly making his way down to your collarbone.

“Oh shit, hi baby, you’re home early. What, what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.” leaning into his touch as he leaves his mark.

“I love you.”

“I love you too handsome, but hey, talk to me…”

“Bad day. Just, wanna be with you. Wanna make you feel good.” He whispers against your lips. “You always take care of me hermosa. Allow me to return the favor?”

“..you’re the one having the bad day. Are you sure you’re not wanting me to make you feel better?”

This is what he loved about you. Always willing to go out of your way to help him, putting your needs off just to make sure he was alright.

“Maybe later, but right now, I want this to be about you. ¿Por favor?” nudging your nose with his.

Your lips are back on his in one swift motion. The flame of your arousal burning brighter with every touch he places upon your now heated skin. You make your way down the hall, finding solace in your bedroom, as you leave a trail of discarded clothing down its path. Frankie left in only his jeans while you stand completely bare, your knees coming to hit the back of the mattress.

“I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

“I’m always ready for you.” giving the side of his jaw a little nip.

Frankie smirks, bringing two of his thick digits to your lips. “Could you please get these nice and wet for me? Be a good girl and open up.”

How could you ever deny him? Always asking so politely. The silent plea of those soft brown orbs only further igniting your need to be just that for him.

His good girl.

You look Frankie dead in the eyes as you take his fingers into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around and through them, eliciting a soft hum of approval as you reach his knuckle, then pulling off with a teasing pop. The trail of saliva that connects cascades down your chin, as the ghost of his fingertips collect the remnants and slowly trace down the column of your neck. Following a playful tease at your nipples, you finally have him where you want him. Where you need and ache for him. He runs the soaked digits through your folds once before slowly entering your fluttering hole. The cooling of the spit in contrast to your heated core sends shockwaves through your belly as he begins to pump in and out.

“You were right bebita. You were ready for me, huh?” picking up the pace of his movements, you whimper out at the squelching sounds quickly filling the room. The curling of his fingers at just the right angle causes you to throw your head back amongst the sheets. You’re lost in your own euphoric state that the mischievous look he gives evades you until you feel it.

“Frankie!” you gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, your orgasm rushing you like a freight train, sending your hands flying to grab hold of his curls for support. He holds you down with his strong forearm draped over your torso, lapping up your juices that flow like sweet honey from a hive until your thighs start to clamp down around him from the overstimulation. His erection beginning to painfully brush at the seam of his pants as he finally pulls off.

“Mmmm, so good for me preciosa,” licking what remained from his fingers, “but I plan on drawing a couple more of those from you tonight.”

You lay boneless from that act alone. Catching your breath, you watch him through your long lashes as he finally releases his cock from its confines, springing forward with want and dripping with need.

Frankie stalks up your naked form, a predator evaluating his prey before the strike. He trails wet kisses along the soft skin as he reaches the juncture of your neck, stilling for a moment to breathe you in. Placing a single sweet peck to your cheek, he whispers in your ear, “hands and knees for me, beautiful.”

You turn over onto your stomach, making a show of it as you stretch out your limbs, giving your ass a little shake to spur him on.

With a yelp and small giggle, he drags you towards the edge of the bed giving your bottom a smack that echos off the walls.

“My naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

He tsks as he lines up behind you. Anticipation flooding your veins as you brace yourself for the sweet stretch of his thick member.

“Breathe baby.”

You exhale at the same moment he starts to ease in, releasing a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding as he begins to slowly rock into your heat. Both of you biting back curses upon the first moments of entry.

“Always so fuckin tight for me.”

“Frankie, baby-I…” the words are lost on the tip of your tongue as he begins to find his rhythm and pounds into you. His grip on your hips bound to leave indentions in their wake. Your head falls between your shoulder blades. The aroma of sex and sweet musk so undeniably your Frankie invades your senses as you struggle to keep yourself grounded. Completely overwhelmed in the best possible way. He sees this and aides you by easing your head forward near the plush pillows, motions never faltering as he caresses a line down the sweat-laced skin of your spine, splaying his big hands across your lower back. He notices your arms have fallen aimlessly at your sides.

“You still with me querida?”

“Ooooh, y-yes baby. J-Just…you feel so good. So big. More. Please.”

Frankie’s chest swells with pride. He grabs at your delicate wrists, locking them into place behind you. His strong thighs nudge the back of your own, slightly widening your hips and opening your canal up to take him even deeper. Your back arching into his touch like a kitten who has just found the perfect position of the suns warming rays.

“Closer. Closer, Frankie.”

He hovers over your frame reaching beneath your joined bodies, rubbing furious circles at your sensitive nub. The rough pads of skin catching just right. You come hard with a silent scream, unable to form any kind of coherent word or thought beyond the pure ecstasy emanating through your being. His full body weight now covering your entire backside as Frankie helps you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before gently pulling out and turning you over.

“You got one more for me?” he states breathlessly. “You can do it cariño. And don’t be shy, I want to hear all of those pretty noises this time around.”

He dives back into your pussy with minimal effort. Your ankles locking together at his back as if doing so would finally meld the two of you into one. He kisses you with such heated passion, swallowing your soft moans that draw him near the edge as he hears you cry his name, his full name, like a prayer to the Gods themselves. He was doing this to you. For you. His focus solely on your pleasure, worshipping the sacred temple that was your body and thanking any and all deities that had come before and would come after for bestowing such a beautiful gift upon him.

“Mi reina. Mi diosita. So good. You can take it.”

“Ohhhh Francisco, right there! Closer. I need you closer!”

You’re almost at your peak, his climax not too far behind. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he brings the two of you upright with nothing but adrenaline and brute strength, hammering into you as you dig your nails into his broad shoulders, searching desperately for leverage as you both teeter on the precipice of pure pleasure and delicious pain. He’s rutting into you faster now, hitting a spot so divine you would swear he was the only one that held the key to this secret. With a final snap of his hips you reach the apex of your highs together, a strangled groan catching in each of your throats as your muscles constrict around his hardened length, draining it of its warm spend, ascending into what can only be described as heaven.

You’re a panting mess as you make the fall back down to earth. His cock finally starting to soften as he remains buried inside you. He lays quietly with his head on your chest, listening to the pattern of your heartbeat that harmonizes in time with his own.

“Is this okay? I’m not crushing you or anything, am I?”

You chuckle warmly at this.

“Frankie, you literally just fucked me into the mattress. I think you’re okay.” brushing a damp curl away from his forehead.

He catches your palm bringing it to him and placing a featherlight kiss upon your flesh. This gesture saying everything that he desires to in that moment. No other words are needed because the feeling is mutual. It’s a deeper understanding of your love for one another. Simply and needing nothing more than to only be closer.

[empower-bi-women]

Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

That pesky sexual tension 

Summery: Hi! In case you write for Tim Drake, I’d love if you could write a smut in which Tim and the reader have known each other for long and the sexual tension is obvious but none of them ever acted upon it until now. Thank you very much.

Warnings: SMUT so if you’re not 18 begone thot, spanking, teasing, dirty talk, cheesy writing? 

A/N: I tried to be a little more cute with this one so let me know what you think. And to the anon who requested this I’m sorry it took so long I hope you like it! Also this is my first ask!! So sorry if the format is a little strange I’m still trying to figure it out.

Word count: 3041 

“Timothy Drake, I swear to god give me back my book!” you chased him into the kitchen where he ran to the other side of the counter. 

“Why don't you come over here and make me.” He replied with a teasing smile on his face. You lunged forward across the cold counter top to reach for your book. He laughed at your struggle “Come on Y/N you know you never won a fight against me without someone helping you.” 

Shit he had a point you thought, everyone else was out at the store. You gave up, sitting on the counter with you back to him and pouted. Arms crossed looking towards the open door. Laughing he walked over to face you. 

“Aw come on I was just teasing.” he put his arms down on either side of you, trapping you in but you refused to look at him. “Come on look at me,” he leaned down to try and catch your gaze but you just moved your head. “Y/N?” he looked at you with wide eyes before they narrowed, “Y/N look at me.” His voice dropped into that commanding tone he used on patrol. You couldn’t help but look up to meet those blue eyes that bore into yours. The silence in the room was deafening. He leaned in closer and closer until your breath was his. Noses almost brushing. Lips almost touching. He glanced down at your lips. 

The kitchen door burst open causing the two of you to jump apart as the rest of the boys walked in carrying grocery bags, chatting loudly. Dick and Jason froze in the doorway causing Damian to bump into them from behind. 

“Now what do we have here?” Jason asked in a teasing voice. 

“Nothing. Did you get my coffee?” Tim said, his voice back to normal. 

“Did you put it on the list?” Dick asked, shooting you a strange look as you hopped off the counter, “what were you guys doing in here anyway?” 

“Tim took my book right out of my hands so I had to get it back.” You replied.

“Damn I thought you were finally resolving that pesky sexual tension.” Jason said through a mouth full of marshmallows. 

“Jason!” You, Tim, and Dick all yelled out.

“What! This has been going on for way too long. We were all thinking it” He tried to defend himself. 

“We most certainly were not Master Jason,” Alfred came to save the day, “and please refrain from eating all the food before it's even put away.”

He grumbled before putting the bag away. You snached your book away from Tim before walking into the living room to finish reading. 

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“Come on please Y/N just look it up! It won’t even take five minutes.” Tim pleaded with you, hiding a smile on his face.

“I thought you were the computer wiz, do it yourself.” You replied, not looking at him. He grabbed the back of your chair and spun you to face him. Kneeling down he looked in your eyes. “Please?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer, “for me?” 

Your cheeks heated up. “I’m busy right now, go ask someone else.”

“Ok can you just check this one thing please?” 

“Out!” You spun your chair away from him but he still leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head before walking away.  You shook your head trying to clear the thoughts running through your head of the way his forearms flexed as he gripped the chair arms. The way his bright blue eyes looked like they wanted to devour you whole. Ugh this man is going to kill me you thought. 

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That night you were working comms with Barbara in the cave. Things were going smoothly until Tim called in.

 “Hey Oracle, hey angel, can you guys find out who that guy over there is and what he's doing please and thank you.” Your eyes went wide at the nickname he gave you. You could see Barbara looking at you out of the corner of your eye and heard Jason and Dick laughing though the comms. You ignored them as your fingers flew across the keyboard as facial rec worked its magic. 

“His name is Jimmy Figgis. He’s fresh out of bellrev, he was in for drug dealing and black mail.” You said into the comms.

“Well it would be a shame if he got caught red handed doing a deal. He would go back to jail.” Barbara chimed in. 

“Looks like we got a stake out boys.” Dick said.

“It's ok guys, I can stay for the drop.” Tim said, his voice low as he settled in for the night, “I'll have Y/N to keep me company, right angel?”  

“I mean it's not like I have a choice do I.” 

Not even half an hour later Tim started to get bored. And his target was you. Barbara had to leave to take care of some other stuff so you were alone. Tim decided it would be a good idea to switch frequencies and mess with you. 

“Hey Y/N, have you ever thought about us while touching yourself?” 

You spat out your coffee. “What the fuck Timothy!” You heard his laughter on the other side of the line. 

“Well I'm just asking because I know for a fact that Dick thinks of Babs and Jason thinks of Diana sometimes but he would never admit it. And I got curious. Who do you think of?” 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice. “Wouldn't you like to know. You really should focus on the stake out instead of my masturbation habits.” 

“Aw angel I can almost see you blushing from here. You look adorable.” 

“Shut up Tim.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love hearing you say my name? It sounds so sweet I can almost imagine what you would sound like screaming it underneath me.”

You froze. You and Tim had always had a flirtatious relationship but this was a new level entirely. This was dangerous territory. “Don't start things you can't finish Timothy.” Your voice was low. 

“Oh believe me angel I always finish. And I make sure my partner does too.” 

You threw your head back in frustration. “Focus on the stake out and we can continue this later.”

“Is that a promise?”

Before you could reply Bruce’s voice crackled through the comms “Red Robin we’re coming to you.” 

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A few arrests and fight later the bats rolled into the cave. Alfred was on standby with the medical kit but there was no need. You shifted uncomfortably as Tim’s eyes raked over your body, pausing on your legs that were squeezed together, trying and failing to give you relief from the ache in your pussy. He smirked at the site of you waiting for him, all needy. 

“Good job tonight guys. Shower and get some sleep,” Bruce said, taking his cowl off, “I’m looking at you Tim.”

Tim just smiled. You both knew there would be no sleeping tonight. Tim walked over to you, his cowl was off and his dark hair was messy. Fuck he looked good you thought to yourself. The look on his face was calm but you could see something in his eyes. All the years you've known him, you had never seen this look in his eyes. It was dark and lit a fire inside you. 

“Do you still want to do this? Because once we start, I'm not stopping.” his blue eyes stared into yours.

“I believe I have a promise to fulfill.”

He gave you a wicked smile. “I want you upstairs in my room, ten minutes. And no touching yourself.” He tapped your thighs that were pressed together before walking away.

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Your head was a mess by the time you headed up to Tim’s room. You had bid goodnight to the rest of the boys when your phone chimed. Tim had sent you a picture from the shower. Towel low on his hips showing off his v line, water droplets glistening off his abs, and the way his hand gripped his phone showed off all the muscles and veins in his arms. The wetness between your legs grew with every step towards his room. You knocked on his door, the loud sound of your knuckles against the wood echoed throughout the hallway. 

“Come in.” His voice was muffled by the door. You walked in to find him sitting on a chair across from the bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. “Lock the door.” His voice was low and commanding, not unlike that day in the kitchen. That same electric energy that you felt then was in the room, now magnified by 100. 

“I'm going to ask you one more time, are you sure you want this?” 

“Yes Tim I’m sure.” 

“Good girl,” the praise sent shivers down your spine, “Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Your heart was beating out of your chest as you slowly took your shirt off. “I don't recommend teasing me angel, it won't work out well for you.” You just smiled as you turned around, taking your pants off while wiggling your ass tauntingly. You didn’t even hear him move before you felt a sharp pain across your backside. You moaned at the contact. 

“Aw does my little angel like pain?” he questioned mockingly before coming down on you again, “I asked you a question Y/N, I expect and answer.” 

“Yes sir.” You heard him laugh behind you. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled you up against his warm chest. “Well isn't that a nice surprise. I always knew you had a thing for authority.” His voice was low in your ear. Your head went back to rest on his shoulder as he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and biting the skin there. His movements against your body are slow and calculating. Tim always seemed gentle and calm but the truth is that no one knows how he respresed his emotions, and his needs. But tonight he was going to take whatever he wanted. And you would let him. 

“What do you have to say for yourself?” His hands caressed your skin.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Sorry for what?”

You took a shallow breath. He was really going to make you work tonight. “For teasing you.” 

He turned you around to face him. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face, before kissing your lips gently. Looking into his eyes you could never tell what he was thinking. His face was calm and passive. That is until he let go. And you would do whatever it takes to see him lose control. Even if that meant misbehaving. 

“Get on the bed for me angel.” he kissed your forehead before turning his back on you but you didn’t move. He grabbed a red tie from his desk and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of you still standing there. “Did you not hear me?” He raised his eyebrows at you, “I said, get on the bed. Now.” 

You could see the annoyance in his eyes. He was starting to slip, you wouldn’t stop now. 

“Make me.” 

Those two words lit a fire in him. He picked you up easily and threw you onto the bed with such force that you bounced. “I told you not to tease me angel.” He growled as he crawled towards you on the bed. He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him so he was hovering over you, arm placed next to your head. His hot breath hit your face. “You were being so good angel, what happened? Why are you being a brat now.” 

You whimpered at his words. His hand slipped down to your panties and rubbed a finger up and down your slit ever so lightly. 

“Tim please.” You begged him. A sharp smack to your thigh brought you out of your daze. 

“I'm sorry, what was that?” his voice has a dangerous edge to it. His eyes were wild, “that not what you're calling me tonight, is it.” 

“Sir, please! Please touch me, I need it.” You pleaded with him. He rolled his hips into yours, putting pressure where you needed him most. 

“Will you listen to me now?” 

“Yes anything you say.” You replied, needing to feel him closer. 

He moved in to kiss you, stopping just before your lips touched. You moved up trying to close the distance but his hand was quick around your throat, forcing you back down. “I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy,” he murmured, “I want you to stay still and you must ask for permission before you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded, desperate for anything he would give you. He removed his hand from your neck and kissed his way down your body to your soaked panties. His rough hands spread your thighs open, leaving a wet kiss on both before pressing a kiss to your clothed clit. You shifted your hips up, trying desperately to get more stimulation. His arm trapped your hips down. 

“Now angel, what did I tell you about moving?” He moved away from where you needed him most. 

“I’m sorry sir, please I need you.” You looked at him with desperate eyes. 

“All these years I’ve known you, you've always been a tease to me. Whether you knew it or not. I've been waiting for so long for this, I’m going to take my sweet time,” he growled, “you can lay there and shut up, it's my turn to tease you now Y/N.” 

He dove back in and licked a long stripe over your panties. Heat washed over your body as you felt your pussy gush at his actions. He slowly pulled them off your body leaving kisses down your legs. Leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. He ran his tongue over the dark red marks he left behind. Throwing your panties somewhere in his room, he came back to your throbbing core. Running a finger through your wetness he cooed at you. “Oh angel you're just soaking wet for me aren't you? I can't wait to taste this sweet little cunt.” 

He licked up your slit, collecting your juices. He moaned at the taste. His tongue flicked against your clit ever so lightly, giving you some stimulation but not enough. One hand snaked up in between your thighs to play with your cunt. 

You threw your head back at the sensation of his tongue and fingers working their magic on your body. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. You gasped at the sensation, shivers running down your spine. His finger teased your entrance. 

“You’re fucking drenching me sweetheart. You taste so good when you're like this for me.”

“Please sir I need you.”

“Where do you need me angel?” his finger slid all the way in, “right here?” 

Your eyes rolled back as he finally gave you what you wanted. His finger rubbed against your g spot immediately, making soft moans escape your mouth. “Does that feel good?” 

“Yes” You whimpered. He smacked your thigh. “What was that?” He said roughly, looking up to meet your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, yes it feels good sir.” 

Satisfied with your answer he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, rubbing your clit in tight circles with his thumb. Before long you were thrashing on the sheets, hands gripping the pillow above your head. Your stomach fluttering as you neared your climax. 

“Are you a good girl?” Tim questioned.

“Yes sir.” you cried out, “please let me cum, please sir.” Your voice was shaking as you tried to control yourself. Out of nowhere he pulled away, licking his fingers as he watched you kick your legs in frustration. 

“What the FUCK Timothy!” You shouted as he got off the bed and walked to his desk. Laughing to himself he reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. 

“Gotta be safe right?” He said with a smirk on his face.

You sighed. “I thought you were just going to leave me there.”

“That's only if you’re a bad girl but you've been good for me so far, so good that I’ll give you what you want.” He said sliding into you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead as you both caught your breath. Once you adjusted to him you tapped his shoulder to move. 

“You feel so good wrapped around me angel.” Tim whispered softly in your ear, as he thrust his hips into yours. Finally getting what you needed. You wrapped your legs around him pulling him as close as you could. Your lips met in a heated kiss as the knot in your stomach grew impossibly tighter. His hips snapped into yours at a steady rhythm. Your legs trembled as your orgasm approached at a blinding speed.  

Your hips moved to meet his every thrust.  

“Tim I’m gonna cum.” You said breathlessly 

“Just wait angel one more minute.” The pleasure almost overwhelmed you but the need to be good for him won out. “I want you to cum with me in 3,” your nails clawed down his back, “2,” your eyes fluttered shut, “1.” He growled in your ear. 

Your stomach contracted as your body shook with pleasure. His hips stuttered to a stop but his hand kept rubbing you, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. 

You finally pushed his hand away, the feeling getting to be too much. You both lay there next to each other, catching your breath. 

“So does this mean we’re together?” You asked, your voice small. 

He rolled over to look at you, a big smile on his face. “Definitely.” 

[collecting-stories]

Scuba - John B Routledge

Request: I don’t if know you’re taking requests, but if you are could you write one about John B where he has a thing for Sarah, but then he meets her friend when he’s returning the scuba gear and they hit it off so Sarah and Kiara play match maker.

A/N: I couldn’t figure out how to work Kie into this and keep the timeline so it’s Sarah and kinda Wheezie.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“This definitely requires more than two people,” you groaned, leaning back against the couch in The Druthers and closing your eyes.  

“I’m still here!” Wheezie called footsteps on the carpeted stairs as she appeared from below, crossing her arms over her chest. Sarah laughed, passing back a hand of cards, careful not to look at them.

“No, I’m not playing cards against humanity with a little kid.” You replied, trying to grab the deck of cards before Wheezie could take them back. She snatched them from Sarah’s hand and raced back down the stairs as you got up, running after her. The sound of your footsteps disappeared into the Druthers as you chased Wheezie for the cards.  

“I’m not a little kid! I’m 13!” Wheezie argued as she ran from you.  

“Guys-” Sarah started to call out but paused when she heard someone come on board. A second later John B was stepping through the sliding glass door, looking shocked to find Sarah sitting there on the couch. He was laden with her family’s scuba gear and looking awkwardly around the room as he presumably searched for some kind of excuse as to why he had it in the first place.  

“What’s with the gear?” Sarah asked, sitting up straighter and crossing her arms over her chest.  

John B’s gaze lingered a little longer on her as he stood there. He knew Kiara hated Sarah Cameron and he went along with Pope and JJ whenever they joked about the kooks on the island but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find her attractive. One of the main reasons he’d been so eager to take the job with the Cameron’s was the close proximity to Sarah.  

“I was gonna fill the tanks for your dad...no power though so-” he nodded as he trailed off, letting the gear fall at his feet.

“So you’re just gonna leave it there?”  

“Yeah, he told me to just-”

Footsteps pounded on the stairs and both John B and Sarah turned to the commotion as you appeared first, Wheezie right behind you, arms around your waist as she tried to simultaneously pull you down the stairs and pull the cards out of your hands.

You elbowed her hard enough that she let you go but that didn’t stop you from tripping on the carpeted step and throwing your body into the room to avoid falling backwards. John B stepped out of the scuba gear, one foot still entangled with the duffle bag, and grabbed you before you could face plant.  

“Thank you,” you looked up at your rescuer, smiling when you realized it was Ward Cameron’s boat boy, “John B right?”

“Yeah, hey.” He helped you stand up on your own and you stepped away from him, fixing your clothes. John B glanced back at Sarah and then to you again, acutely aware of the sudden absence of feeling when he looked at the middle Cameron. Pope joked once that he looked at her with heart eyes and maybe that was true but he wasn’t looking at her that way now. Instead he was staring at you like all the lightbulbs in the world just clicked on inside his head.  

“Oh my god!” You grabbed his arms suddenly, a shock somewhere between static and electric running over his skin and eliciting goosebumps. “You saved us.” You announced, pushing him back toward the sofa.

“How so?” He asked, stumbling back and plopping onto the seat and looking up at you, standing so close that you’re knees almost touched his.

“We need a third person to play cards against humanity.” You replied, pulling over a box to sit on as a chair.

“I’m right here!” Wheezie said, still standing on the stairs watching the entirety of events play out. Sarah looked at her sister, nodding her head subtlety toward the doors.

“Wheez, can you help me real quick? I wanna grab some drinks from the house.” Sarah announced.  

“Finally enough people to play and you’re ditching?” You asked, watching her stand up and wave her younger sister over to door.  

For being thirteen Wheezie seemed to catch on, following Sarah onto the deck, “Sure, no problem.” She announced as she passed you. 

“We’ll be right back.” Sarah promised. They left, leaving you and John B alone in the Druthers.  

He sat there for a minute before putting his hands on his knees as if he was going to stand up, “I should-”

“No, stay please?” You asked. “I won’t make you play cards, I swear.”

John B shrugged and sat back again. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of it,” he replied, picking up some of the cards and shuffling through them, reading the scenarios.  

“That’s cause you guys are too cool to sit around and play dumb card games all day.” You said, picking up the ones he wasn’t fiddling with and packing them away. “I wouldn’t wanna play cards all day either if I could get my friends to something even remotely fun.”

“Like what?” John B asked, handing back the other cards.  

You shrugged, “anything.”

“Well, if you want, we could ditch those two and go do anything together?” He suggested, brushing back his curls from his forehead.

“I thought you had a thing for Sarah?” You asked, though you were already standing up.  

“Sarah who?” John B teased, grinning when you smiled at him. “Come on, anything awaits.”

“Oh well, in that case, lead the way.”  

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[himbowelsh]

imagine dick winters the same but with extreme horny energy throughout the series. terrifying.

the sheer power of thot!winters... i can’t even

Nixon has never enjoyed personal meetings with Colonel Sink. It reminds him too keenly of being called into the headmaster’s office as a boy. Sure, the gilt-carved walls and massive oak-paneled desk might be absent; he’s no longer a sulky twelve year old, wearing knee-high socks and a bow tie; but the feeling is still there. Sink never throws his weight around just to be intimidating  ---  a trait in a leader Nixon can actually respect  ---  but when he wants to, Sink can be the tallest man in the room. Everyone else looks, and feels, tiny in his shadow.

This meeting could be about a dozen things. Hopefully Sink doesn’t know about the footlocker.

“Captain Nixon.” He doesn’t look angry, which is a great start. Sink just looks tired  ---  not surprising, for a man with the entire 506th to look after. Nixon just has to deal with battalion staff, and he felt himself going grey at the temples after a week. Sink leans forward, bracing himself standing against the desk. Nixon straightens his back and makes himself attentive, ever the headmaster’s favorite student. “Now, I called you here to discuss something delicate. You intelligence men know how to keep things confidential.”

Nixon’s mind flashes through a montage  ---  humming La Marseilles in Dick’s earshot before Normandy, leaving a coffee stain right over Holland on the map on Dick’s desk, the Dutch-to-English dictionary he placed on Dick’s nightstand for safekeeping.

“Part of the job description, sir,” he replies, smiling.

Sink looks uncomfortable. “It’s… a delicate situation. You understand.”

Oh Christ, it’s definitely about the footlocker. Nixon’s shoulders tense, though his face doesn’t change. If he’s about to get demoted, he’s going to look respectable doing it.

“About Captain Winters.”

Oh.

Oh?

“The man’s a damn good soldier. Gets all the work done, is excellent with the men… you see, they respect him. These men need officers they can look up to.”

Oh.

“Not ones who get caught naked in a henhouse with the mayor of Aldbourne’s damn daughter on top of him!”

Nixon recalls that day in vivid detail — mostly because it was last weekend, but also because of the vivid red Dick blushed— presumably all over— even though he was grinning while telling it. The man has the patience of a saint, and double the virtues that come along with it. You could fill a new testament with the exploits of Dick Winters… except at least half of the pages would be torn straight from a bodice-ripper novel.

“Now, I try to make allowances for good officers, but this is the third time it’s happened... this month. When I talk to Winters about it, he says ‘yes sir, it’ll never happen again’. Then you know what he goes and does?”

It takes Nixon a second to realize Sink’s pointing at him because he expects an answer. “He does it again,” he volunteers.

Sink smacks the desk. “He does it again!”

He does plenty more that Sink doesn’t hear about, too, but Nixon’s not about to admit that to the man’s face.

“Now, you know how to handle him. If anyone in the army can wrangle the damn man, it’s you! From here on out, your job is to keep Winters out of trouble. I hate to demote a good officer, but he’s about to leave me no choice. Take care of it, Nixon.”

Buried deep down, a part of Nixon feels like cackling. Him, official Dick Winters babysitter? Christ, it’s like putting the death row inmates in charge of the electric chair, or letting a mouse run the whole kitchen! Rather than be written up for insubordination this early in the morning, Nixon just bows his head rising smoothly from his chair. “Yes, sir. I’ll look after him, sir.”

Sink sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “A model officer. A damn good man. All I ask is for him to keep it inside his pants. Is that too much to ask?”

It’s probably a rhetorical question. Nixon smiles pleasantly, and answers anyway. “Nothing’s too much for Captain Winters, sir.”

Sink waves him off with a shake of his head, settling down to focus on his next pressing issue. Nixon knows when he’s been dismissed; frankly, he can’t get out of the colonel’s office fast enough.

By the time he makes it back to the billet he and Dick are sharing, the story is burning his tongue like a sparkler. Jesus, what will Dick think? You never know what you’re going to get in a one-on-one with the brass, but babysitting duty’s something else. If Nixon’s suddenly the responsible one…

“Hey, Dick!” he calls, slamming the door to their shared house open. “Wait ‘til you get a load of —“

Nixon stops dead in the doorway, mouth hanging open. Suddenly, his mind is nothing but radio static. Dead air. A complete blank. Jesus Christ, he should learn to knock.

“Hiya, Nix,” Dick greets amiably, popping his head out from under his lady friend’s skirt. His flushed lips are almost more obscene than her wanton moaning. “Give me a few minutes, I’m just finishing up here.”

“Right.” Nixon snaps his fingers, then points a thumb over his shoulder, out the door. “I’ll just be — yeah, okay. You kids have fun.”

Yet another room he can’t escape from fast enough. This is turning into a day of uncomfortable meetings, and he’d kind of like to go into hibernation just to avoid any more.

Dick’s companion leaves first, a couple minutes after Nixon makes himself scarce. Her blouse is buttoned unevenly; she walks out on unsteady legs, face still flushed. Nixon waits a moment, just to make sure no more girls are following — he still remembers the night he got caught in a tragic jam, at least six girls filing out of their rooms as he tried to go in — but when no one else follows, he steps inside.

This time, he has the grace to rap lightly on the door. Dick turns, sparing him a close-lipped smile as he steps inside. By this point, Nixon knows he shouldn’t be surprised… still, Dick has a talent for it. “You know, I step out for an hour…”

“Veronica was just passing by.” Dick studies his reflection in the mirror, and splashed a bit of water on his face. “We’re old acquaintances. I invited her in because it’s the nice thing to do.”

“‘Old acquaintances?’” Nixon echoes, putting up a valiant effort not to laugh. “How far do you go back? All the way to last week?”

“Three weeks ago, actually,” Dick replies. By now, Nixon knows him well enough to catch the humor in his dry tone.

“Right, right.” He unbuttons his officer’s coat, surreptitiously scanning the room; Dick’s extracurriculars often leave evidence behind, and Nixon would prefer not to step on an earring again. “Well, that was nice of you. Seemed like she was enjoying herself.”

“Seemed like it,” Dick agrees, tone mild. When Nixon turns, he’s sprawled out in an armchair, head tilted back. Such exploits take a lot out of a guy… and Dick never gives himself a break. It’s not enough to be up with the sun sorting paperwork; he also puts in a different kind of work, so often that it’s amazing he hasn’t sprained anything. Burning the candle at both ends, indeed; Dick’s candle gets so much use, Nixon’s shocked it even lights anymore.

“I was going to tell you,” he says, draping his coat over the back of Dick’s desk chair, “about my meeting with Sink.” Dick makes a noncommittal noise of agreement, but at least Nixon knows he’s listening. “Got it into his head that I’m the responsible party here. Poor man. Couldn’t bring myself to prove him wrong just yet.”

Dick is quiet for a few moments; long enough to sit forward, elbows braced against his knees, watching his friend solemnly. Nixon might be the intelligence officer, but Dick’s always had a stare that can unwravel people without trying. “What did he say?” he asks, solemn.

Nixon rolls his shoulders in an easy shrug. “He asked me to keep an eye on you.” He lingers on the contents atop the dresser for a moment, pretending they’re more interesting than they are. Sure enough — a pair of ruby earrings sit forgotten. Nixon’s lips twist as he plucks them up, placing them inside a clean ashtray. Someone’s going to come looking for them eventually. “Sink’s talking about demotion, Dick. It’s crossed his mind.”

“Demotion? For what?” Dick doesn’t even sound outraged — only surprised.

“Well, the mayor’s daughter came up.”

Dick’s mouth drops open in protest; he closes it just as quickly. “Fair. Why else?”

Nixon can think of… at least twenty more reasons. Lieutenant Baldassari of the Nurses’ Corps… the baker’s wife… the waitress with the bright lipstick… that farm girl who left Dick pulling hay out of his clothes for a week… hell, when Kathy was visiting, Nixon even made the mistake of inviting Dick to dine with them. Never again. If any man ought to have it out for Dick Winters, it’s him. 

(At least Dick had the courtesy to invite him. Nixon turned the offer down — like hell if Kathy wanted him in the middle, anyways.)

The thing is… Dick’s character makes him otherwise unimpeachable. He’s so damned good. Hardworking, determined, coolheaded, sober as a judge… and filled with tireless energy towards his duty. So much energy. A frightening amount of energy, all the time, ready to lead the men in anything.

It took Nixon a while to figure out where he generates it all.

“All I can tell you is, be careful. Chrissakes, lock your doors, at least, so innocent people can’t just walk in.” Nixon turns, leaning against the dresser and crossing his arms. “I don’t have to remind you about the Sobel incident.”

“I remember,” Dick replies, lips quirking in a dry half-grin.

“Great! So you remember Sobel’s sister. And why the man was dead-set on driving you out of the damn army.”

“It was nice of his family to visit from Chicago,” is all Dick says. When Nixon just stares at him, Dick sighs and rises from his chair, turning to the desk. “I’ve got some paperwork, Nix.”

“Right.” Nixon waits for a moment, weighing the likelihood of Dick giving in and continuing the conversation. It’s not high. Shaking his head, he pushes off of the dresser and starts across the room. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Have fun. Oh, and Dick —“

As Nixon turns in the doorway, Dick looks up.

“You want me to believe you’re going to stay in and be good all night, you might wanna put some clothes on.”

Standing buck-naked in the middle of their shared room, Dick shrugs his lean shoulders, and smiles. “Will do, Nix.”

[bunsofsteal]

hiiiii after reading your epic flippy words ;___;, i’m curious if you can do fliqpy as well....... i’m gay leave me alone

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL this one probly wont be as good

favorite thing about them

i REALLY like his design honestly. giving him crooked teeth to make him look evil was not a good choice but the sharp teeth and yellow eyes and even when he looked liek flippy? it was cool. Some of his kills are really well executed, and i like the use of the environment! inserting fliqpy into a situation and seeing what he does is honestly a good use of his character type. i like his tiny knife, and some of the transitions b/w flippy and fliqpy are SOOOO GOOD like both in by the seat of your pants. it’s like fliqpy unleashes something within the writers and storyboard artists and animators. i also like how he protect flippy and is a cannibal :)

least favorite thing about them

THE ABLEISM AND USE OF DID AS A SCARY THING UGH!!! UGH!!!! FUCK!!!! honestly itd be so much better if they subverted that trope and fliqpy DIDNT kill. at least thatd be something

favorite line

HIS WARBLING EVIL SCREAMS THEYRE SO FUCKING FUNNY

brOTP

ok fliqpy also being friends w flaky is so funny to me. flakys like hey flippy how are you and fliqpy is like Whos flippy im junko fucking enoshima and flakys like oh hi fliqpy. also i want them to be friends instead of flaky being afraid of him liek in canon. anyway i think he should also be pals w russell because russell is sharp and a defensive little creature. idk how this friendship dynamic would go i just thot of it because i wanted to think up another friend for fliqpy and this is so funny to me like fliqpy deliberately goes to russells boathouse to seek him out and hes like. RUSSELL. FISHING TIME and russells like yar? wtf?

OTP

idk am i allowed to say fliqpy/nutty just because i think nutty would see a fellow gamer and be like HELLO FELLOW GAMER!!!!!!!!! (Nutty voice defending fliqpy in court) Your honor, league of legends. (lumpy voice) DEATH. (fliqpy in the electric chair). also i forgot to mention that he and lumpy beign like divorcees is SOOOOO FUCKING FUNNY

nOTP

no fliqpy/flaky for the same reason i dont like flippy/flaky...ruined for me by fucked up fandom. fliqpy/flippy whats going ON ON (axel f crazy frog starts playing). 

random headcanon

fliqpy expends so much energy freaking out and doesnt think about actually taking care of his body so hes like. unconscious or gaming perpetually for most of his fronting time. fucking gayboy. he tends to front under stress and stuff liek in the show but of course it takes more actual time for him to front. he legally changed flippys last name to roblox. he holds at least 3 speedrunning world records. his eyes change color when he shifts cos he has contacts. hes just kind of edgy and defensive and shit hes just trying to keep flippy safe but he looks ridiculous. He likes bugs a lot :D. hes still a fucking cannibal

unpopular opinion

i think hes rewritable to be smth better! ppl who recognize him as ableist tend to think hes utterly unsalvageable and i think its doable. If youre willing to. acknowledge canon while ignoring it like i do. I do both. also i think vietnam jokes abt him arent funny. just because theyre not

song i associate with them

boulevard of broken dreams just cos of this jerma bit (i would get a screenshot but the compilation (IT WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITES) was taken down on copyright & i dont want to go thru the whole 5 hour stream rn) where he starts up boulevard of broken dreams and goes OH!!! YEAH!!! THIS SONG IS ABOUT...ME!!!!! anyway 12 years howled bear ghost but thats for flippy as well. and only a lad cos of that one AWESOME fan art. yk the one. 

favorite picture of them

this is just an example but i LOVE and ADORE how hes animated in the kapow. it’s fucking GORGEOUS and his APPEARANCE...WAR JOURNAL IS SOOOO GOOD

[tfw-no-tennis]

huntoxhunto

we watched 2 whole more eps but we’re abt to vacay so i better recap this biz now before i forget

ok so we finished the zoldyck arc and uhhhh gotta say we werent expecting like any of that to happen lol 

ok ill back up so we start w/killuas mom (i dont think we ever heard her name) confronting gon & co....and canary (i lov her) is not dead which i assumed but thank goodness. 

zoldyck mom was totally using nen. also she is off her rocker gotta say. tho that visor is super cool, albeit confusing - is it connected to a bunch of security cameras or something? how does she see all that shit? 

granpa is wild. his tunic thing that says ‘one kill a day’ or w/e is kinda hilarious, it reminds me of the ‘apple a day keeps the dr away’ saying...a murder a day keeps the....idk away????

i love that killua makes it abundantly clear that he couldve like escaped at any time lol. also tho why didnt he just escape....baby boy just leave 

killua getting all serious and threatening milluki if he messes with gon....my boys got it BAD 

this family has so many communication issues hvbjadkfbjaskdfj nobody is on the same page at all 

the butler guy continued to remind me of kuro one piece this whole time...i was waiting for him to bust out the ridiculous cat claws

oh my GOD wait the flashbacks of EVEN BABIER KILLUA were so precious ;_; he was soooo tiny and cute oh my god. so precious. and canary was also so tiny and cute 

baby killua really just wanted a friend :(((( and canary wanted to be friends w/him but knew that mom zoldyck would kill her if she overstepped like that :( thats so tragic mannnn

also canary is so cool man. her beating up all those guys was epic

ok that whole scene with killua and his dad was like, such a rollercoaster lmao

like....it was all over the place for me...first of all the ambiance was wack, the room lighting was weird and im p sure killuas seat was an electric chair??? and the dad was in a coffin thing..???? like....interesting aesthetic choices all over the place here 

also i see now where killua got his hair and also his catboy tendencies. the zoldyck catboy genes seem to trace back to zoldyck dad, who has kinda scary cat eyes 

also im guessing that the dad is the blood zoldyck and the mom is the one who married in. they sure seem to put a lot of emphasis on like, family legacy or w/e, but the two parents certainty go abt it in different ways 

the whole convo b/w killua and his dad was wild, it totally didnt go where i was expecting it to. his dad was weirdly chill while also being super intense? 

killua happily telling stories abt gon was so sweet....baby boy baby 

and his dad telling him ‘never betray your friends’ was rlly interesting...i wonder what his reasons were for saying that 

cause then he tells killua he can leave, and killua does, but then dad zoldyck tells mom zoldyck (i rlly need to find out their names) that he thinks killua will come back on his own time....inch resting 

i wonder if dad zoldyck made killua promise that bc he was trying to set killua up for failure - as in, he tells killua to never betray his friends, thinking that killua inevitably will & be distraught abt it, and then turn back to the zoldyck family when this happens. idk

also its interesting to me that zoldyck dad wants killua to lead the family someday. like, illumi is right there, hes the oldest and clearly dedicated to being an evil assassin, and he seems p good at it...i wonder why killua is the favorite....the grandpa (i think) did say that killua is Special(tm) which...yes he is a special baby boy i love him. i wanna see more zoldyck family flashbacks/interactions so we can see what led them to this point 

oh lord that reminds me of illumi briefly appearing in the killua flashback and hes just like, suddenly there, wearing some gay ass sweater....like ok dude did you just come back from the Evil Assassin Library or st?????

that reminds me too, ruth tells me that apparently in the manga illumi and hisoka got married or something???? to which i say, thats fucking wild, but also it makes sense, those two are both horrible and disgusting and they absolutely deserve each other hbvajvhsdfjbak peak evil nasty gay rep, i love it. i cant wait to see whatever the fuck the context to that is bc, thats fucking wild

ok back to the plot so like its so wild to me how smoothly everything went hvubsjduhfbjsh like....killuas dad was rlly like ok u can leave and killua just went to the butler house and then canary woke up and was like ok gon & crew lets go to the butler house to see killua, fuck the rules, (and she didnt even get killed for ‘disobedience’ or w/e, or more likely - in most big shounen, she wouldve been attacked by the other evil butlers and gon wouldve had to fight them)

killua Rlly was like fuck this place im leaving my boyfriend and his parents are here to pick me up [puts on gayest outfit he owns and skateboards away] hvbhsjdfbjdkf

i love killuas weird gay preteen fashion so far and i cant wait to see more 

killua telling the butler guy to let him know as SOON as gon gets there cause he wants to see him AS SOON AS HE CAN ;_; bro they r....in love 

of course the butler is trickey tho lmao, any other shounen this wouldve turned into an 8 ep long fight scene sequence where gon has to fight the butlers in order to see killua 

and the of course gon is the same way, gon is like i need to see killua RIGHT NOW take me to him!!! ohhh my god babies

the whole coin game was wild, it was funny when the other butlers got involved too lmao 

when gon was like ‘hey leorio can i see your knife’ i was like OH NO I DONT LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING. and i was right bc OWWWWW baby boy oh my god!!!! but that seems to have solved it even tho thats NOT how swelling works at ALL- 

anyways gon is a cute smart good boy and i also find it funny how killua eventually gets impatient and just busts in on this whole dramatic situation (and the tension immediately deescalates as a result lmao) 

tangent but god its so funny seeing all these butler guys deferring to killua, an actual 12 yr old....i wanna see the hilarious and hijink-filled results of killua being raised as a rich spoiled assassin prince. thats a lethal combo thats gotta result in some wildly skewed perceptions on how things work, especially paired with gon ‘probably eats dirt for fun and sleeps in trees’ freecess 

godddd gon and killuas lil reunion is SOOO cute they were so happy to see each other ;_; bro they are SO cuteeeee augh. two tiny babies

killua being like oh hi also uh kurapika andddd [looks at smudged writing on hand] lorpo 

hvhhbajfbs dont do my man leorio like that killua hes a hardworking father 

the fact that they just like. LEAVE...thats so wild. i cant believe how little fighting this arc had. this all wrapped up SO much faster than i could have ever anticipated lmao 

where the heck was alluka!? i assumed she’d show up here but uhhhh guess not......in the silhouette shot of all the zoldycks she and killua were holding hands ;_; my fucking uwus bro 

we also didnt see the grandma or great grandpa so im guessing theyll appear later 

gon being like fuck it im not using my hunters license til i punch hisoka in the fucking face hvbhahsfbjsk thats hilarious 

also a convenient way to let him have his hunters license but not utilize it til later in the story...its so early for him to have achieved that big chunk of his goal, which just shows that hxh is Not your typical shounen and isnt gonna just be centered around gons quest to become a hunter 

so we finally found out what hisoka said to kurapika....just as i thought, it was st to do w/the phantom troupe. so theres a handy setup for the yorknew city arc later. bam 

hisoka just being like ‘hey meet me in this (presumably) very large city on this date. no i will not tell you where in the city to meet me. bye seeya there’ 

tbf hisoka is very hard to miss 

god when they arrive and kurapika is just like ok well we got killua so im out lol bye everyone....bro hvbjkhgbfjhdksfhjk that felt so abrupt 

and then leorio was like oh yeah same i gotta go study time to take the fantasy MCAT or w/e

AND THEY BOTH LEFT....now gon and killua r chilling but im like oh my god no leorio kurapika come back, we need some (questionable) adult supervision over here 

and like immediately killua is like ok gon do you have money. and of Course gon doesnt have money. so killua is like well you need money and you need to train so you can deck hisoka, so lets go to a fantasy version of an underground fighting ring! this is why kurapika and leorio needed to stay 

tho they probably wouldve just gone along with it 

they did all promise to meet in yorknew city, but thats apparently like 6 months away. are gon and killua rlly gonna spend 6 months at heavens arena

the part where killua draws the diagram demonstrating how much of a n00b gon is....hvbajdkhfbhajskf

AND THEN when he drew himself into the diagram and was like :3c wow im so modest HBJHSKHDFHBJS that was so funny

it was like that post thats like ‘you can tell when a cats pupils change and they just shift into Silly Mode’ thats what killua looked like...catboy

so thats basically it i think, gon and killua are heading to heavens arena to join fight club or whatever. tournament arc time! 

PREDICTION CORNER: 

i doubt this is the last weve seen of the zoldyck family. i mean we havent even met 3 of them, and we barely saw the ones we did meet...idk when theyll come back but i suspect theyll be making some big money moves later on and fucking shit up somehow 

i think maybe illumi or someone will like, spy on killua sometimes to keep track of him. or theyll track him by other means

ill use the prediction corner to reflect on incorrect predictions so heres a few. i rlly thot killua was gonna be more edgy than he is but hes rlly just a good boy huh. like hes a gay baby assassin catboy but hes so cute and good too. he just wants to live his life and hang out with his tiny bf like... omg :’) 

also i thot hisoka held a totally different narrative role lbvahkfjhjjaksfl i thot he was like main villain guy....hes more like an annoying creepy clown dude who (probably) shows up a lot to bother the main cast. we’ll see, but thats what i think of him now

like i thought hisoka would be like p1 dio, where hed be/quickly become a powerful antagonist who would amass a bunch of followers/minions (when actually the only person he seems to hang out w/is illumi, and theyre more like equals than an evil guy/minion dynamic)...or like i thought hisoka would be very well known as a scary evil guy but nope he was just another participant in the hunter exam, albeit a weird freaky one whose rancid vibes everyone seemed to pick up on 

anyways actual predictions, i think hisoka is gonna be at heavens arena, which would be super funny. gon is like im gonna train to beat hisoka and he shows up to do that and hisokas just there like >;) hey

i think if i had to guess, the zoldycks will show up again (in a plot important way) at the end of the yorknew arc/before the greed island arc. i know basically nothing abt any of the arcs but i do know the order they go in so theres that

i do think illumi will show up earlier than the other zoldycks tho, since he seems to be out doing his own thing more than the rest. also we still really havent resolved the whole mind control thing that im still convinced of 

i think nen will finally be introduced/alluded to heavily in this arc...or like, characters will use nen and gon will be like whoa whats that 

i think killua knows what nen is...maybe? it would make sense since im sure all the zoldycks can use it (at least, we saw mom zoldyck use it, probably)

can killua use nen already? that would be pretty funny. i dont think so tho. maybe u learn nen at a certain age. i have no idea what nen is 

also isnt gons nen power the power to like, turn into a really buff version of himself or something. how the fuck does that work 

ok enough nonsense its bedtime zzzzz