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Deal / part 3 /

What first starts out as a cruel prank turns into a night of unmatched passion. | Waylon Jones/OC |

part 3 of 3

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*cw include smut, explicit situations, size kink, teratophilia, fear play, dirty talk, anxiety attack, extremely mild dubcon (for point one second but tagging just in case), graphic description* MDNI - 18+

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/ / Devour / /

If you chose to stay a little bit longer I'd make it worth your while...

There was no way she was leaving now.

Kris nodded at Croc, looking into his yellow eyes with affirmation. In those glowing orbs surprise shown momentarily, but he quickly let out another one of his trademark gravelly laughs as though to cover it up. Not for the first time, she felt a squeeze of pity in her heart for him. Everyone thought he was a monster; everyone said he was nothing more than an animal. But he had shown her empathy, fairness, and kindness. None of which the very much human guards and orderlies, who had thrown her in here in the first place, had shown me. This so-called "monster" treated her better than those scumbag "normal" humans did. As far as she was concerned, she felt safer in here, with him, Waylon Jones, than she did out there with her coworkers.

She licked her lips as he crawled back up her body, his hulking form covering her completely, like a large, protective cocoon. A massive claw-tipped hand came up to brush away pieces of her hair that were stuck to her face from sweat and exertion. If he tried, he was clearly capable of gentleness, though the movement from him felt almost uncertain. Violence and brute force came easily to him, being a man that's had to fight for his life for his whole life. Gentleness was something he was not used to. So tonight, she was determined to show him some.

She reached up her right hand from where it had been down at her side, previously clutching at the mattress while he'd been doing his extremely kind ministrations to her lower region, and brought it slowly up to his face, which was only about a foot above hers. She made sure to move carefully so as not to startle him, and she gently ran her fingertips up from his scaly jaw to his equally rough cheek. The scales on his face weren't any smoother than his chest; in fact they were rougher, his complexion cracked and unforgiving under her soft fingertips. This did not deter her from her journey, and she really hoped he was okay with her exploration of his visage. Her eyes looked to his in a silent question, asking permission, and she saw no resistance in those yellow orbs - only unspoken encouragement. So she kept going.

Kris cupped his scaly, broad jawline in her palm, stroking her thumb over the corner of his mouth and the sharp, non-human teeth that protruded from the inside. She smoothed her hand over his head, traced his brow, his nose, his chin, everywhere. He submitted to her study, reptilian eyes watching her curiously the whole time. The feel of his gaze on her made her own face grow hot, and the arousal began creeping back between her legs, her skin becoming tingly all over once again. She continued those explorative touches on him, moving her hand down his thick, sinewy neck, running her fingers over the ridges of skin and the hard muscle underneath. The back of his head and neck had rougher, pointy looking scales that continued on down his spine, and maybe even beyond the tops of his pants.

From working in the clerks office she had seen many pictures of him, from all angles. Now she got to feel; something that, admittedly, she had given some thought to before. From looking at those photographs of him when she was filing his paperwork all those times before, she had wondered what it would be like to touch him - and to have him touch her. She’d wondered what kind of lover he would be; what it would take to make this big man weak. At the time she’d thought of it as just another one of her strange fantasies - especially considering the content of some of the photos in his file. She had had no idea that she would be actually living this fantasy someday.

"What're you smilin' at, pretty one?"

His gruff but not unkind question made her cheeks burn; she hadn't realized she'd been smiling. Swallowing hard, she asked something that had been fluttering around in the back of her mind since they had made it to his mattress - and once she’d found out for certain that he was not going to kill her and eat her body, "Can I request an addition to this deal?"

Croc's eyes glimmered with curious amusement, and he tilted his large, muscular head at her inquiringly, "Sure thing - what'd ya have in mind?"

Now Kris really felt the blush heat her cheeks, and honestly she didn't know for what reason. This man had already eaten her out - like, practically devoured her - and here he was on top of her, half naked from the waist up, while she was half naked from the waist down. But she chalked the heat on her face up to just the way he looked at her; so predatory, so hungry, so... intimately, like he could see right through her into her very soul. Nothing escaped that golden gaze, and there was no doubt in her mind that he could definitely see the heat rising on her face and neck... and elsewhere, too. She knew reptiles could sense heat, and that was how they hunted. So maybe that had been another factor during their first encounter in the office hallway last week. Maybe along with him smelling her desire, he had seen how warm everything got when he'd touched her. But honestly, when she’d been face to face with this brick wall of a torso, caged in between massive arms and imposing height, and held frozen by yellow eyes that watched her with a true hunters attention and precision - how the fuck could she not be turned on by that?

He was waiting for an answer, and she licked her lips to moisten them since her quick, shallow breathing had dried them out, noticing how that ever watchful predatory gaze flicked down to her mouth. Oh, god... "If- I'll, um, I'll trade a kiss for... for..." Fuck, she hadn't thought that far ahead. A kiss for what? For him fucking her senseless? No, that was already going to happen regardless. Think, think. It was so hard to think in this moment, though. With him shirtless and crouched over her like a predator that had just taken down his prey, and practically salivating while more than ready to devour his meal. And thinking was not the only thing that was hard at the moment; she could feel how hard and hot and massive his erection was, straining through his pants and pulsing against her bare leg. And it hadn't gone down at all, even though at the moment all they were doing was talking and studying each other. If anything, it felt like it had gotten harder, and bigger. What did that mean?

He grinned, not unkindly, while seeing her struggle (and she bet that he'd grin even more to see her struggling in other ways; god help her, these thoughts were going to kill her if he didn't do it first), but then he decided to help her out by saying, "Tell ya what; a kiss for," He reached a massive hand up in between them and hooked a claw into the collar of her scrub shirt, lightly pulling it away from her chest, but not hard enough to tear it, though she knew he could, easily. Her pants could attest to that, as could the bones strewn around the floor of his 'room'. "This coming off."

Oh. It really was that simple. Why hadn’t she thought of that? In all honesty, she had nearly forgotten about her shirt that she was still wearing; she felt completely naked and exposed under his gaze, even when she'd been fully clothed.

Eagerly, maybe a little too eagerly, Kris nodded her head against the mattress underneath him, and his low chuckle caused a fresh gush of wetness to leak out of her bare pussy. Her chest was heaving underneath him, and his index claw was still hooked into the collar of her shirt. She wanted him to tear it off of her right now, but forced herself to stay under control. Plus he hadn't torn it off yet, so he was probably waiting for her to make the first move, since she’d been the one to bring up this new bargain. She mustered up all of the sexy feminine energy she had within her and smoothed her palms over his huge shoulders. "Well, what're you waiting for, big guy? C'mon down here and kiss me."

His mouth quirked in a grin that showed nearly all of those rows and rows of sharp, inhuman teeth, and he huffed incredulously at her once again before leaning his body down to better be able to reach her, "I meant what I said before; you're somethin' else, little Kris."

The nickname sent a shiver through her, the use of her name on his tongue sounding so good, and even more so combined with his other nickname for her. Little one, little Kris. God dayum.

Before she could say anything else, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. And quite literally covered.

When she’d thought about kissing him she had wondered how a kiss would work between the two of them. Sure, he had a mouth, with a tongue, so technically he also had lips. Honestly, she didn't really care about the quality of the kiss itself, more about just having that connection. Much like everything else he was doing to her and making her feel, it was like a physical need. She needed to feel those rough lips on hers, claiming her that way too; needed to feel his long, forked tongue in her mouth. It was like she’d been returned to her basest form where human and societal standards and formalities had all gone out the door, and all that was left was this primally charged exposed nerve.

And she was not at all disappointed when their mouths locked in a desire fueled battle for dominance - though there was really no question as to who was winning that battle. Quite honestly, that was just fine with her, because she didn't want to win.

His lips were still scaly and rough, though not as much as the rest of his face. More like the scales that covered his chest and belly, smoother and lighter in color. But just abrasive enough for Kris to get the shivers at the feel of them lightly scratching her own soft lips. And that reaction increased tenfold whenever she felt one of his teeth against her lip, or whenever her tongue glided over one of those sharp canines. His mouth was much wider than hers, but he was being careful to not open his jaw too wide and accidentally (or maybe purposely) bite her lips off. But weirdly enough she liked the danger of knowing that he could if he wanted to. She enjoyed the mutual feelings of fear and arousal at the thought that he could kill her at any moment - which sounded silly considering she had practically begged for her life earlier. But she didn't care; she knew she was a complete mess here on this mattress underneath him, Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc, while they made out like two horny teenagers. She ignored the stench of the rotting, dead meat on his breath; she literally switched that part of her brain off. That was how turned on she was, and how much she enjoyed this kiss. It was addictive.

That long, forked tongue scraped the roof of her mouth, and she eagerly sucked on the tip of it when he went to draw it back. A reptilian hiss escaped his parted jaw at her willingness to please, to make sure he was enjoying this as much as she was. His dick in his pants was still hot, hard and pulsing against the inside of her thigh, and she felt it give a jump when she lightly dragged her teeth across his bottom lip.

"You tryin'a kill me?" he groaned against her lips. The gravelly undertone always present in his voice made his words come out in a growl, which made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. He pulled back from her mouth slowly, reluctantly, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. Who knew if it was hers or his - most likely it was both of theirs mingled together. She could feel it all over her mouth, her cheeks, her chin. And the more he pulled back she could see that his green face was also shiny with their mixed fluids, and some of it was dripping off of his chin and onto her shirt. And speaking of her shirt...

Croc leaned back so he could fully see her underneath him, and that grin was ever present on his face as he surveyed the scene before him: her, splayed out on his mattress, her dark hair probably strewn everywhere around her head like some sort of dark halo, face covered in drool and sweat, eye makeup probably smeared and running all over her cheeks, lips most likely red from kissing his. She must have looked like the mess she felt like. Yet that desire in his gaze never faltered.

When his large lands went to her shirt, a stupid voice of reason yelled out in her mind, and she faltered, "Um - before you rip that, I... I don't... I'll need something to walk out of here in... my stuff is all still in the office..." Kris felt stupid saying all of that, but it was the truth. She couldn't just walk out of here stark naked and go to the clinic to get her purse and keys; there were cameras everywhere.

He paused for a moment when she spoke, yellow eyes flicking to hers, probably to make sure she wasn't about to tell him to stop (hell no), and once he registered what she'd said he visibly relaxed in what she could tell was relief. And she had no doubt, even only knowing him for this brief amount of time, that if she asked him to stop, he would.

He appeared to think for a moment, a brief moment, and then very quickly after he concluded, "I have some things you can wear outta here."

She hadn't known he had other clothes down here, which made her feel a little bit better about his current living situation - not much, but at least it was something. She had never been happy about the Asylum's decision to put him down here like an animal, rather than putting him in a cell or a room like the other inmates. She thought it was incredibly dehumanizing. When she'd brought it up to the director he'd told her it was for "everyone else's safety, and for Croc's own safety", whatever that bullshit meant.

Kris must have nodded or given him some kind of non-verbal go ahead because immediately after his big scale covered hands grabbed two handfuls of her shirt at the modest V neckline. With one more look at her eyes to confirm that this was okay, he pulled at the fabric and her black scrub shirt tore right down the middle. Her whole body felt warm and tingly all over; his display of strength was such a turn on. It had been when he'd carried her here, it had been when he'd held her down on the mattress after she'd been afraid he was going to eat her, and it still was now. She knew he'd barely had to exert any strength at all to rip the thin material, but it was still hot. The way his massive biceps flexed when he moved his arms to pull the tattered pieces of her shirt off of her arms? Hot. Hot as fuck.

She knew he was strong; judging by his size alone, anyone could tell that he possessed immense strength. Standing at at least eight feet tall, and with more brawn than a pro-wrestler, it was easy to see. Physical strength was a huge turn on for her, and so was his size; he was so much larger than her. His biceps were bigger than her thighs, and his upper half had a V shape to it that made her want to actually drool. With every move he made she could see the muscles rippling under his skin; slithering like snakes underneath his own scales. Ugh, she'd be lucky to walk out of here alive. If he wasn't going to kill her on purpose then his hotness would kill her on accident.

She also knew from his file in the clerks office that he had done cage fighting and, ahem, alligator and crocodile wrestling - like, where he actually wrestled alligators and crocodiles. Wrestled the animal that had the strongest bite force in the animal kingdom. And he'd done that often. The thought of him in the water, his scales gleaming and dripping wet, muscles flexing as he wrestled his opponent, more animal than man when he needed to be... She needed to stop. She seriously needed to stop.

With a claw slid underneath the front of her bra in between the cups, he shredded through that much like he had done with her shirt. His sharp nails gently scraped over her skin as he pulled the ruined scraps of material away from her body, and her breasts fell free of any confinement before him. Those reptilian eyes immediately zeroed in on the two mounds of flesh, that low crocodilian hiss emanating from him once again. Her nipples pebbled into hard peaks without him even having to touch her, just simply from the heat of that fiery golden gaze. When he did touch her her vision went hazy with need. He lightly dragged the tips of his claws over her soft skin, very lightly so as not to scratch or break the skin. It was just this side of teasing, and it felt so good. Too good. His hot, scaly fingertips skimmed the undersides of her breasts, thumbs tracing around her hard nipples. When his large, scalding palms closed over her tits she couldn't help the moan that drifted out of her throat, all high pitched and needy. His hands were so big they completely encapsulated her twin B-cups, and when he lightly squeezed, her own hands curled into fists on either side of her body atop the mattress.

"Pretty little morsel," he ground out above her, voice strained with arousal as he kneaded her tender flesh, "you look good enough to eat,"

Her vision refocused on him as he leaned back down towards her body, long tongue coming out of his wide mouth to swipe at a nipple. Kris whimpered at the feeling; even though it was her breast he was licking, the feeling shot straight down between her legs like an electric current. That tongue continued tracing around her diamond hard nipple, his hot breath scorching her flesh. She trembled beneath him, every lash of his forked tongue sending amazing sensations down below. That coupled with his huge, warm hands cupping the undersides of her mounds to keep her nipples ripe and perked out towards his mouth was almost too much to handle. This whole thing was so hot. She had never been so glad that she agreed to a trade before.

That tongue explored further over the soft skin of her chest, tracing around her whole breast now, and when he let his sharp teeth lightly skim the sensitive underside her whole body shivered. He switched sides and did the same treatment to her other tit, and by the time he leaned back once again she felt like a literal livewire, her body reacting to every small touch, and every promise of a touch.

When he began removing his own pants, Kris couldn't help the gulp that lodged itself in her throat. Here was a very, very large man before her. What on earth would such a large man's cock look like? Well, she was about to find out. She watched in anticipation tinged with nervous energy as he expertly unfastened and unzipped his own pants despite his inch long claws, and she felt her scalp tingling with excitement.

Usually when she pleasured herself, she was one and done; if she wanted to go again she had to wait at least half an hour, sometimes longer, and even then it was sometimes hard to get back into the same frame of mind as before. But right now she felt very much ready - turned on with the same intensity that she had been before the first climax. It was like that one had slicked her up, and now she was ready to continue; like that was the delicious first part of a multiple course meal. She had been satisfied, but not satiated.

Croc propped himself up with one massive arm near her shoulder, his elbow on the mattress as his other hand shoved his pants down his body, and Kris looked down, not knowing fully what to expect, but knowing she was about to be wowed. When the monster appendage sprang free from the confines of his wet pants she felt her breath catch in her throat, as well as her pussy becoming even more swollen with desire. How the fuck was she going to take that?! Much like the rest of him, his member was covered in scales, and was the same mottled, dark green color, although from what she could tell by looking, the scales appeared to be much smoother here, like the ones on his taut lower abdomen. Much like the scales on a snake, it seemed (an anaconda, to be exact); smooth but still very different from a normal human cock. While the base and length was more of that same mottled green color, the tip was pink, and he was extremely swollen and leaking with arousal. Upon seeing it, she felt her mouth water. Kris wanted to put it in her mouth, though she knew the whole thing would not fit, maybe not even half of it. Ever tried fitting a whole footlong sub in your mouth? Cuz that was what this monster looked like. But she wanted to do it anyways. She wanted to make him feel good like he'd made her feel good.

The thought of him putting that monster thing inside her didn't scare her nearly as much as it should have, though she did get a small thrill of anxiety up her spine at the thought of being filled so heartily. She also was very glad that she wasn't a virgin, as she could only imagine the discomfort of such a big, thick cock breaking her in half. While she was still nervous, she was also filled with want. The desire was making it feel like her loins were on fire.

"Like what ya see, pretty one?" He grinned down at her, and his golden eyes gleamed. She noticed, not for the first time, that his pupils, normally vertical slits like those of a reptile, were almost fully blown out in his state of arousal. She was pretty sure hers looked the same.

Kris nodded at his statement, licking her lips. He was going to stretch her so good; maybe even split her in half. That one annoying little morsel of fear in her wondered if she would be able to even take him; if it would hurt. She hated that stupid little voice, it was such a debbie downer.

Croc leaned down closer to her, now that he was also completely bare, and that long, slimy tongue came out of his mouth to lick a line up her stomach and between her breasts. She shivered; there was such an animalistic way he was handling her, though he was considerably gentle and concerned with her well-being. All of those things combined made her stupid hot for him.

His tongue leaked out of his mouth to lick at the underside of her right breast; the long, thick appendage so strange on her skin. She barely had time to register that feeling before the forked tip passed over her nipple and made her feel like a zap of pleasure went straight down her body to the area between her legs. She arched into his mouth, her hands finding his scaly, ribbed shoulders as he hovered over her. The fire down below burned hot, and the only thing that could make it into the inferno that it needed to be was his monster dick.

As if he'd read her mind, yellow eyes gleaming at her, he asked her, "You a virgin, little one?"

Kris shook her head no, and she honestly thought about asking him the same thing, just out of general curiosity. Though she wasn't super experienced by far, she'd had a couple of boyfriends in the past, and two of them had been her only sexual partners. However, it had never been like this.

One of his large hands drew up towards her face, a big, thick finger sliding underneath her chin to turn her face towards him to look into his eyes. "Don't sweat it, little one, I ain't either. Hope I didn't offend ya by asking - just wanted to make sure so I don't hurt ya; I'm pretty big, and you're, well," Here, he grinned at her, "a little one." Kris couldn't help but smile at him, at that. "And if my tongue filled you that good," His reptilian eyes glimmered dangerously down at her, "I can't even fuckin' imagine how tight you're gonna be around my dick."

His crass, explicit words sent a zing of pleasure up her spine, and she hoped he continued his graphic description once he was finally seated inside of her. It was yet another thing that she thought was hot about him; that voice made her wet, especially because she could feel it rumbling throughout her whole body when he spoke.

He moved a little bit down her body now, and she felt her heartrate speed up in anticipation of what was about to happen. I'm about to be fucked by the crocodile man in the lowest levels of my workplace. And though she was beyond horny and desperate for him, she was also a little nervous about how exactly she was going to take that massive cock inside of her. How the hell was it going to even fit? Would it hurt the whole time? She couldn't help the anxious thoughts swirling around in her mind.

The large man above her leaned back on his haunches, right over her knees, and she now had the best view of his naked body she'd had yet. Big barrel chest, massive dick staring straight at her, pointed nearly vertical towards the old brick ceiling over our heads, and yellow eyes that seemed to glow from within, tracing over every inch of her also naked form beneath him. It should have made her self conscious, the way he was looking at her, but it didn't.

As if he'd read her mind once again (could he read her mind? Was that one of his crocodile superpowers?), he brought one of his massive, claw tipped hands up to his face, and that tongue came out to coat his open palm and fingers with a thick layer of saliva. She was still incredibly wet from her own arousal and from what he'd done to her with his mouth before, but she was very glad for the extra precaution. He kept eye contact with her the whole time, making her warm and tingly all over, and when his tongue slithered back into that mouth his hand was dripping with saliva. Kris watched with bated breath as he lowered that hand to the area between her legs, his other hand gently spreading her thighs wider so he could kneel between them. She was now wide, wide open before him, like a goddamn oyster. The first touch of one of his fingers against her pussy had her clenching around nothing, and she would have been embarrassed at the wet sound it made if she wasn't so turned on. He generously spread the fluid around her entrance, using so much of the saliva coated on his hand she could feel it running down the crack of her ass. Not that she minded one bit.

He let a wet finger wander up to her clit to give it a stroke, grinning widely when she squeaked and her legs instantly tried to clamp shut from the ticklish, intense feeling - except they couldn't because he was knelt between them. "That's not n-" Her words were cut off by one of his massive fingers prodding at her entrance, and replaced by a gasp that came from her throat instead. Yes. Yes. Yes. Careful of his claw, she felt the very tip of that finger enter her, and was relieved to feel no pain or resistance. His tongue really had slicked her up good before. That first finger slid in rather easily thanks to all the lube of his saliva, plus her body's own personal lubricant that it was providing. Additionally her desperation and eagerness helped, and by the time that finger was fully seated inside of her she was grinding against his hand, panting and trembling atop the mattress. Once he'd seen that she'd gotten used to the first finger, she felt a second one prod at her entrance, and this was where she began to worry a bit. She tried to immediately relax her muscles and relax her mind, and not think about the fact that each one of his fingers were the size of corndogs. Each of them alone were thicker than any cock she had ever seen. And while he was clearly trying to be careful she was still worried about what that claw could do to the insides of her most sensitive areas.

Upon seeing the expression on her face he immediately paused in his movements and asked her, "You okay, little one? Ya want me to stop?"

Kris was relieved by his concern and attentiveness towards her, and swallowing hard she shook her head no. She wanted this to happen; it was going to happen one way or another. "I'm okay, k-keep going."

His hand stayed still a moment longer while those eyes studied her face, probably to make sure she really was okay like she had said, but he must have been satisfied by what he saw because then he continued. That second thick appendage started to slide forward into her once again, alongside the first one, but this time his thumb came up to rub her clit, probably to distract her from thinking too much about the intrusion and the stretch. And that definitely worked; the more his thumb drew circles around her little nub, the farther the thought of the burn and the stretch and his claws went from her mind. It wasn't long before she was whining and squirming on top of the mattress from the intensity of the feeling; that scaly finger rubbing his saliva all around her sensitive bud was too good for her to be worrying about anything at all.

"Halfway there, pretty one. Ya still doin' okay?" he asked, and Kris hadn't realized she’d been squeezing her eyes shut from the pleasurable assault of his thumb continually circling her clit until now. She opened her eyes to see him looking straight at her, amusement quirking one corner of his mouth. The feeling of two of his thick fingers in her was no longer worrisome; now she wanted more. She wanted his whole hand inside her. The stretch was no longer burning but pleasurable. Realizing he was waiting for an answer she quickly nodded her head, and he chuckled as she lifted her hips to try to take in more of those fingers. And she also made a quick mental note to tell him afterwards how much she appreciated him checking in with her to make sure she was okay. Heartless, murderous animal my ass. Those people upstairs didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

Croc slowly slid the second finger the rest of the way in, mindful still of the claw at the tip. By the time it was as far in as it would go, less he risk hurting her, she was eagerly thrusting against his hand and headed steadily towards the freight train of pleasure that would be her second orgasm of the night. "Oh, god," she whimpered, the scaly finger on her clit combined with the thick appendages deep inside of her combined with those eyes watching her... All were the catalysts for her rapidly approaching pleasure. "Croc, I'm gonna cum,"

"Yeahh do it, baby doll," he hissed, "anything that's gonna slick up this tight little pussy, you're tight as fuck around my big fingers and you're gonna be even tighter around my big cock, ain'cha?"

His words and his voice pushed her over the edge, and her body writhed on top of the mattress as the pleasure exploded between her legs; Kris cried out as the tidal wave pulled her under in the best way, drowning her in sensation. The rushing of blood in her ears as she was coming down was all consuming, but underneath she could still hear his rasping voice quipping, "Guess my relaxation method worked a little too well, huh?"

She was breathing heavily, shaking, coming down from the pleasurable high, but she couldn't resist responding, "If y-you didn't want me to c-cum then you s-shouldn't have been t-touching me so g-good..."

Here he let out a laugh, and she was finally able to open her eyes again to look at his face as he grinned down at her, showcasing those sharp teeth in his wide mouth, "Ohh pretty one I want you to cum - as many times as ya fuckin' can would be preferable. And next time I want you to cum around my cock."

Yesss, her brain whispered to her. The thought of being impaled by his huge member and forced to cum over and over was going to haunt her, she knew. In a good way.

Croc slowly removed those two thick fingers from her womb, making her shudder at the feeling of going from completely stuffed full to barren. At the same time he brought his other hand up to his mouth like he had done before, and this time he spat into his open palm. He then brought that hand down to his hard member, which was swollen and leaking precum at the tip, and smeared the fluid all along his impressive length. He gave it a few strokes up and down, eyes on her all the while, and her cheeks would have flooded with heat if not for the fact that she was still lying boneless atop the mattress from the second explosive orgasm of the evening he'd given her. And even more so when he brought the hand that had been fingerfucking her up to his mouth and sucked her juices off of his fingers. Who had given him the right to be this hot?

Now he placed both of his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him on top of the mattress, and keeping her legs open, he fit her thighs comfortably over his and around his waist. This was happening - this was really happening. Killer Croc was about to raw her in his bed. He drew her hips towards his, and she sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the thick mushroom head of his dick rubbing up and down her slit. "You ready for me, little Kris?" he intoned, voice low and yellow eyes burning bright under his low brow.

Swallowing hard, she nodded. "Yes, please, Waylon, give me your dick,"

His whole body noticeably shuddered at her words, and his grip on her waist tightened as he began to push forward, the thick head spreading her wet pussy lips open for her to take him inside of her. Her body was still prone below him on the mattress, muscles too tired to be tensed, so this was as good a time as any for him to put it in her.

The head slid into her and her pussy made a wet, slurping noise, and they both gasped at the feeling. He was tense all over but was showing an astonishing amount of self control, reptilian eyes burning fiercely as he breathed out in harsh rasps. "Fuck, little one - you sure ya ain't a virgin?" he rasped out, and Kris couldn't tell if the question was meant to be serious or not, but she giggled anyway, which turned into another sharp intake of breath as he slid in a couple of centimeters more. If she had still been a virgin, trying to take in this monstrous cock would have broken her in half.

He continued sliding in slowly, very slowly, guiding her hips towards his almost like he was afraid to thrust forward. His eyes were trained on their conjoining genitals, watching rapt as her pussy swallowed his cock. What would happen if this man lost control? Her mind was so clouded with pleasure at the moment that she honestly didn't care if he lost control and just pounded away, but knowing how vast their size difference was, the logical part of her wanted him to keep taking it as slow as possible. Even though he had stretched her out on his fingers it was still a tight fit; there was an ever so slight burn that she knew would fade over time. Kris was extremely thankful for the extra lubrication provided by him as well as the multiple climaxes - without any of that she knew this would have gone a lot harder. She knew she would have been so tense that he might not have been able to enter her at all.

When the crown of his dick nudged against her cervix she gasped a little and he immediately paused in his movements. His hands were clamped around her waist so tight she knew she would have bruises there tomorrow, shading her skin in the shape of his huge palms and long fingers. He'd hit her body's natural stopping point and there was still more of his dick to go, but thankfully he didn't press any further. Instead, those yellow eyes flicked to hers and he asked, "You good?" And atop the mattress she nodded her head once again in answer and acknowledgement. She felt so full like she was ready to burst, but the sting was ebbing away, and she could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against her inner walls. She couldn't even make a sound, the feelings were so intense. And good.

Slowly he began to draw back, very slowly, almost torturously, and he pulled his hips back all the way until it was only the bulbous head of his member still inside of her. And right when she was about to make a noise of protest he began pushing back in, and she choked out a moan at the sheer size of him gliding into her wet channel. He was still going slowly, but gone was the burn, and it was replaced by sheer need; wet, throbbing, pulsing need. And the only one who could satisfy her was him. When the tip of him reached her inner stopping point once again he immediately began pulling back, and her breath went out in a whoosh of air, until he pushed back in, making her let out a needy whine. Now that there was no resistance he didn't have to go as slow anymore, and his pace picked up slightly. He could probably tell by the noises she was making that everything was more than okay, anyways. Every time he pushed himself back into her she saw stars.

"Oh Croc- Waylon!"

"Am I hurtin' ya, sweetheart?"

"N-No just please, k-keep going,"

"You got it; look at you, takin' me like a champ,"

His praise made the simmering heat in her belly turn into a molten flame, and with every thrust of his hips he stoked the fire within her. He still wasn't going as hard as she knew he probably could, but each thrust had her breasts bouncing on her chest. My god, she’d never felt so full. This type of pleasure was on another level. If he went any harder or deeper she knew she would see the head of his cock bulging against her lower belly. At the moment her vision was so hazy from all the stars and feelings he was making her experience that the only things her eyes could focus on were his two golden orbs floating somewhere above her, and his sharp teeth gleaming. He looked so deliciously frightening in the dim lighting of his abode, and she was once again reminded at who exactly was fucking her silly on top of his mattress.

"Fuck," Croc lowered his head, rounding his broad, scaly shoulders as his hips continued pumping in and out of her steadily, "I can't hold out much longer..." His huge hands began to dig his nails into her hips, and she’d be lying if she said it didn't feel good. The little pinpricks of pain made the pleasure between her legs all the more intense. It wasn't long before Kris was eagerly meeting his thrusts, chasing the inevitable, impending climax that she knew was coming, and fast.

She squeezed her legs around his hips and stretched her arms above her head, trying to push herself as far down on his cock as her body could go, arching her back to the sensation. "I'm close," she whined, and it was so close she could practically taste it.

Croc's thrusts became more pronounced then too, more punctuated and aimed to hit her spots. He removed one of those huge hands from her hips and slotted it between her legs as much as he could fit it to rub her clit, "Come on, little Kris, cum on my cock, milk me dry with this tight little pussy,"

His voice rasping out such explicit, dirty words was her undoing, combined with that scaly finger on her clit, and she was cumming hard, spiraling down the rabbit hole of pleasure, crying out his name, his real name. As soon as her walls clamped down around his member she felt it twitch violently inside her, and the hand that still remained on her hip flew off of her to dig his claws with surprising speed into the dingy mattress aside her head. He bellowed his release like the sound an actual crocodile would make when it was pissed beyond belief, and she felt his hot seed spill inside of her like lava. The fabric of the mattress material tearing beside her ear made just the right amount of fear liquify her bones, along with the explosive climax, and combined they made it the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever experienced.

His hips eventually slowed as did the flow of his own release inside of her, and her walls slowly ceased their pulsing around him, the thunderous rushing of blood in her ears ebbing with each heartbeat.

The last thing she remembered seeing before passing out from pure exhaustion was his yellow eyes looking deep into hers. And then she succumbed to the throes of sleep; the quickest she’d ever fallen into slumber.

X.x

Hot. Why was it so hot?

She blinked her eyes open sleepily, her body damp with sweat, and her right side completely burning. It felt like she had fallen asleep in an oven. It was only when she looked up and saw the brick ceilings with the dim lighting, and felt movement on her right side that she remembered where she was.

Holy. Fuck.

The memories of however long ago came violently flooding back to her, and with flushed cheeks Kris slowly turned her gaze to her right to see a massive, green, scale covered body sidled up next to her atop the mattress. Her eyes traveled up the impressive expanse of him - still naked, she noticed with her pulse picking up rapidly - and when she got to those yellow eyes she swore she felt her heartbeat falter. He'd already been looking at her, a calm, content expression on his face, leaning on one elbow and his head propped up off of the mattress while the other casually rested on her right hip.

She gave him a small smile, her face burning from the heat - which she now knew was coming from him - and from her own weirdness during social situations. She really hoped she didn't make this awkward; she’d never had a one night stand before. "Hi," she squeaked out, feeling her sore pussy muscles clench when his mouth quirked in a grin, and his reptilian eyes gleamed.

"Mornin'. How ya feelin' pretty one?"

"Um..." Kris went over the mental checklist of her body in her mind, trying to consider everything she was feeling at the moment: her legs felt stiff from having been held open so wide before while he'd been fucking her, her pussy was sore from his thick fingers and thicker cock that had stretched her and drilled into her, her hips were already bruised, she could tell, from him squeezing them and unintentionally cutting her with his claws. Plus she was covered in sweat, saliva, and cum. But goddamn, she’d never been so satisfied. "Sore," she admitted, and he let out a chuckle that twisted her insides deliciously, "but good. How about you?"

"No complaints here, little one." He punctuated this with a grin, showcasing those rows and rows of sharp teeth. She realized in this moment that she was not afraid of him - and honestly, she didn't know if she ever really had been. Of course, she had been scared of what he could have done to her if he decided he wanted to make a snack out of her, but those thoughts no longer plagued her mind. She felt... content. Like she had befriended someone and was getting to know them, only to find out that they had a lot more in common than they’d initially thought. Or like she was on a date that was going really well. It was hard to explain, but she felt good.

Then of course she Thought about yucky adult responsibilities and let out a groan. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked him. Kris didn't want to ruin either one of their good moods by being the responsible one, but unfortunately her daily anxiety meant her mind was rarely ever at rest.

The large man next to her shrugged the shoulder he wasn't leaning on currently, and answered, "Still early, or late, whichever ya like. You've only been out a couple hours. Can't give ya an exact time, though - no clocks down here." He said it lightly, but instead of finding it humorous she once again found herself feeling empathy for him. They really did treat him like a monster down here.

Kris shook her head, looking up at the crumbling brick ceiling above them. "I'll get you a clock." she replied quietly. And a pillow, and a blanket, for gods sake.

"Aw, don't sweat, little one. You don't hafta bring me nothin' - don't trouble yourself."

She turned her gaze back on him, fixing him with a look; she’d already made up her mind. "It's no trouble; you deserve basic human amenities just like everyone else. I don't like these conditions you're living in - I didn't know it was this bad."

He smiled genuinely at her, not unkindly, and there was a glimmer of something in his eyes as he said, "It's no skin off my nose, little one. Better than being in a cell, that's for damn sure."

"But you don't even have a clock, you barely have a bed... do you even have a bathroom and a shower down here?" Did he really not see anything wrong with the way he'd been living? Had society really brainwashed him that much that he thought he didn't deserve any better?

Well, she would see to it that things changed for the better - whether he liked it or not.

"I make do," He shrugged once again, like it really was no big deal. "Plus, someone opens the hatch and throws soap down here every once in a while. Don't think they want me around the other inmates. 'Fraid I might do somethin'... violent." Here, he winked a yellow eye at her with a side grin. "That'd be like putting a bunch'a steaks in front of a starving mutt."

Kris rolled her eyes - she actually rolled her eyes at him, Killer Croc. She could see that she wasn't going to get anywhere tonight trying to get him to see things from her perspective, but she internally resolved that she wasn't going to let the issue go. Instead of arguing the point further, she simply told him, "Well, I'll at least bring you a small alarm clock. I've got a spare."

Here he grinned dangerously, fangs on full display. "Well, I definitely won't say no to seeing you again," Those golden eyes wandered slowly up and down her naked form, and she shivered under his gaze. She definitely wouldn't say no to seeing him again, either, that was for sure.

Unfortunately, though, she knew she had to get going. She didn't want to run into the morning cleaning staff when getting her things out of the office, especially not in the state she was in. She knew it would only lead to questions. And since she didn't know the exact time, she figured it was probably better to go sooner rather than later... though she really didn't want to.

She looked up at Croc, laying next to him on the mattress, and told him, "I should probably go..."

Disappointment flashed in his golden gaze, but he didn't argue the point. She hoped he knew that she wasn't leaving because of him, so she quickly added sternly, "But I'll be back with that clock."

His face lit with a grin, reptilian eyes gleaming with genuine joy, "You can come back anytime. Don't hafta bring me nothin', either; just your pretty little self." Kris could tell he was trying to sound casual, as was she, but her heart was beating furiously in her chest in a way that was anything but. And there was no mistaking the way his whole visage had lit up when she’d told him she would be back. He wanted to see her again - and she wanted to see him again, too.

Following what she’d said a few moments ago, Croc slowly pushed himself up off of the mattress with another glance at her naked form, and said, "Lemme get'cha those clothes." When he rose up off of the bed she, of course, also had to study his naked body. It was like if Adonis had scales and was over eight feet tall. She forced herself to look away from his tight ass and tried to pay attention to other things. If she got turned on again, she’d never leave. Her brain told her this would not necessarily be a bad thing, and she readily agreed, but also she didn't want to be reported missing, and possibly get both of them in trouble if she was found down here with him.

While he walked over to a small nightstand a few feet away (at the very least they gave him that), crouching down in front of it to open a drawer, her eyes wandered down in front of her to see what the state of her body was like after the most amazing sex of her life. And it was then that she saw something she hadn't even realized the whole time she’d been on the bed, and especially not in the throes of passion: she still had her shoes on.

She snickered quietly as her black and white converse stared back at her. She guessed she had been too distracted to remember to take them off.

"Whatcha laughin' at, little one?" Croc asked with amusement. She turned her head and saw him walking back towards her where she lay on the mattress, and also noticed to her internal disappointment that he had put his own pants back on.

Smiling up at his amused expression she told him, "I, uh, forgot to take off my shoes during... while we were, um..." The thought of what they had done, and what had been done to her, flustered her. Not in a bad way, but enough that she couldn't finish her sentence and it dissolved into the air.

Croc chuckled lowly, which made her want to clench her thighs together, and he replied, "Think your mind was preoccupied with other things." He said this while his eyes traveled up the expanse of her nude form, and when they reached hers he flashed her a wink once more. She ducked her head in embarrassment, smiling widely as her cheeks flushed, and he laughed quietly. Then he stepped closer to the mattress and leaned down to hand her the presumed item of clothing he was holding, which she noticed was the same color orange as the pants he wore. "Don't think the other pants I have will fit ya, but this should be long enough on ya to cover the goods."

She unfolded the item of clothing and saw that it was a long sleeved orange t-shirt - Arkham issued, of course - and it would indeed be long enough to be a literal dress on her. She looked up at him and smiled in gratitude. "Thanks, I'll wash it and bring it back to you."

He easily returned her smile, and huffed with a bemused shake of his head, "You're somethin' else, little Kris."

His tone and words sent warm tingles throughout her whole body as she sat up on the mattress, and she pulled the material over her head, partially to hide the blush she knew was on her face. When she had his shirt on and comfortably situated, she smoothed back her hair as best as she could, which was a task and a half even though it only fell to just below her shoulders. She took the hair tie that was thankfully still on her wrist and tied back her black locks so they hopefully didn't look too crazy. So maybe it wouldn't look like she’d just had the best sex of her life and was now trying to inconspicuously sneak out - which was absolutely the case. Plus, to top it all off, she would now be walking out of here wearing his clothes.

Once she was ready, Croc reached out a hand to help her up and she took it gratefully, once again putting her hand in his like she had done not just a few hours earlier while they had made their deal. He helped pull her up off of the mattress on the ground, and she hadn't realized how much she would be relying on his strength until she was actually standing. Immediately her legs were incredibly wobbly, like a fawn taking its first steps, and she had to hold onto him and his big body with both of her hands. The tender area between her thighs was still sticky, but thankfully none of it ran down her legs. Since she didn't have any underwear on, that was something she would've been kind of self conscious about since she now had to go upstairs to get her stuff so she could go home. She really didn't need, and neither did he, both of their combined DNA dripping out of her and onto the floor - that would surely be something no one else needed to discover, for both of their safety.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked her, both of his hands holding onto her waist to insure that she didn't fall over.

"I think so," Kris blushed sheepishly once again at the thought of why her legs were so wobbly. The twenty minute drive home was sure to be fun, she thought to herself. Not. She looked both ways, wondering how exactly she was going to be getting out of here. Earlier he'd mentioned something about a back exit. And she wondered: if he knew about a back exit, what was stopping him from escaping out said exit?

Before she could ask him, he had noticed her looking around and gestured with his head down the tunnel beyond his 'room' area - the one they hadn't come down on the way here. "Down that way, not too far," he grunted. He led her over to the edge of the thick slab of brick they were standing on, then hoisted her up into his arms once again, explaining, "Gonna hafta get back in the water, though - hold tight, pretty one."

Kris smiled to herself against his chest, thinking of the first time he'd said that to her this evening. He then leapt them into the gently running water and held her body tightly to his to keep her from slipping out of his grip, and she wrapped her arms around his neck for the same reason. Also, she couldn't resist.

As they began the trek down the dim tunnel of the old sewers once more this evening, Croc asked her suddenly, "So, what were you doin' here so late, anyways?"

She realized then that he probably had no idea what she actually did at the asylum. It was clear to him that she worked here, but he didn't necessarily know which department. "Working late; I work in the clerks office to do paperwork and stuff like that, and I volunteered to do some overtime tonight." When she had come to be in his abode it had been around eight pm. Normally her shift ended at four-thirty, but she’d volunteered to stay until eight to help catch up on some extra work. Before she’d left for the night, she had stepped out of the office to use the bathroom before her drive home, and, well, that was when she’d been ambushed by the guards and orderlies. Little did they know, they'd done her a favor, it seemed - for herself and for her scaly companion.

He nodded, taking in that information as he continued walking them down the watery tunnel, walking a lot slower than he had before, when he'd been taking them to his 'room' area to complete their deal. Almost as if he was reluctant for her to leave... "Well, as much as I wanna tear every one of those idiots to pieces for doing what they did to you, I can't say that I'm upset that you stumbled on in here tonight. Quite the opposite, in fact."

Kris smiled at his words, and quietly replied, "Same here." His yellow eyes flicked down to look at her, and while he didn't respond verbally she could see that same intensity as she had many times this evening, brewing behind his gaze. Intensity and warmth.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence they reached the end of the tunnel, which came out to a circle shaped opening where water was draining out into a small waterfall down a concrete siding into the lake surrounding the island. There were thick vertical bars going across the exit, and they looked to be spaced just far enough apart that she could squeeze through them. Along the sides of the tunnel there were very narrow walkways, and both led up to the opening right to the bars. Croc brought her up to the siding on the left and gently set her on her feet, and gestured towards the exit, "This comes out right below the parking lot."

That worked out perfectly. She felt relief in knowing that she wouldn't be stumbling around Arkham island in the dark right next to the lake, with nothing but Croc's oversized shirt and her shoes on. She at least knew where she was. And from the parking lot she could get back into the building, retrieve her stuff, and finally go home.

Kris turned to Croc, wondering what she should even say to him. Thanks for the amazing sex? Thanks for not murdering me? See you later? What does one even say in a situation like this?

She took a moment to think, looking him up and down, her eyes going back to his yellow gaze as they always seemed to be drawn there. Then she said, "I'll be back with that clock, and," she added, hoping this would sound flirty like it did in her mind and not come off as desperate, "I'm prepared to make another deal for it."

Like she’d hoped he would, he gave her a grin and a huff of laughter, which sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. He returned with, "Well in that case, I hope to be seein' ya real soon." And he finished with a wink.

She smiled back at him, cheeks hot, and told him genuinely, "Then it's a done deal. Thank you for tonight... See you around, Waylon."

Before she could talk herself out of it and convince herself to stay longer, she turned and slipped through the old metal bars, careful not to step in the running water with her shoes on, and stepped out onto the grass alongside the flat cement drainage ditch. Before she began walking up the hill towards the parking lot, she gave him one last look into the darkness of the tunnel, just barely able to see his outline and those eyes illuminated by the moonlight from outside. Then she turned and headed up the hill, and the whole time, her cheeks hurt from how big she was smiling. Done deal, indeed.

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AN: I do not own the Batman: Arkham Asylum franchise or any of it's characters, but Kris is my own OC.

also, some songs i listened to (on repeat) while writing this~: EAT ME - Demi Lovato feat. Royal & the Serpent (naturally) Perfect Lover - Britney Spears (don't ask plz lol) Get Naked (I Got a Plan) - Britney Spears Doomsayer - Hatebreed Break the Ice - Britney Spears You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE feat. G-Eazy Gimme More - Britney Spears Come Together - Demi Lovato Gangsta - Kehlani

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002yb · 8 months

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Can we pretend "Arkham Knight" is one word? 😁

There's blood on his tongue and it doesn't matter how familiar the taste is to him - he chokes on it. Panicked as he lists to the side, fumbling to regain his footing and defend himself from another beating.

Only the hit doesn't come from where he expects. It doesn't hurt like it should.

The vision he sees of Joker fades, but Jason hears him clear as anything - that cold and malicious c a c k l e. He heaves a breath, body trembling as he starts to panic. Trying and failing to find his bearings as another hit takes Jason to the ground.

And Jason might hate himself for it He's not Robin anymore; he's the - he's the Arkham Knight. Joker can't touch him like this. No one can touch him like this! Only that's a lie, isn't it? Because Jason is as vulnerable as he's ever been.

Beneath his helmet, Jason's face twists with frustration and self-loathing. "Get it together,' he tells himself, but his gaze still twitches to look at hallucinations instead of the man that's actually there beating his ass. Between one moment and the next, Jason sees Batman then Joker and then Batman again and he doesn't - Jason doesn't know what's real.

(Did he ever get out? Is he still there? Everything still hurts).

He looks a fool, fighting a man that's there; defending against a monster that isn't.

Jason was supposed to be okay. He's supposed to be okay now! Why the fuck isn't he!?

#arkham knight #jason todd #au in which jason isn't put together in the least and has trauma that aggressively presents itself as visual and auditory hallucinations an #it fucks up his plans ):#weyr you keep picking words that i have nothing for ahahahaha #like i have one ak!jason drabble in the tumblr drafts but I don't use the words!! orz so once again here's this off the cuff thing lol

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rae-raewrites · 11 months

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Boredom’s cure

In which Edward nigma seeks to cure s/o’s boredom while getting some work done.

A shirt little Ed Drabble because who doesn’t like Eddie?

Warnings: none

“Didn’t i tell you not to touch anything? Especially on my desk?”

You flinched a little hearing his voice from across the room. You had barely touched the singular riddler trophy on his desk, half completed. One of a dozen that he had put to the side did now.

“I know! Just wanted to look at it………..”

“Well you certainly don’t need to put your paws on it. If I remember correctly that’s what your eyes are for.”

Snarky. That was one way to describe the man. At one point in your relationship with Eddie you learned that most of the snark came from not really having the best in terms of people skills. However he could still intentionally do so if he wanted.

You heard him put something metallic down and the sound of his work boots trudge over. To say he looked like a mess would be an understatement. Stained,dirtied with a shot of sleep deprivation created the genius cocktail that was your boyfriend.

The puzzles in the orphanage and under the sewers were by all means his most proudest. He spent hours in this one room alone building and thinking up a death trap. You truly would be a fool to question his dedication. You of course weren’t a fool.

“Dear the reason I brought you In here is so you wouldn’t be bored. Or do anything stupid.” He gave an honest chuckle as he grabbed his glasses and probably looked over his own blueprints for the 50th time that day.

“Ya but now I’m just bored in here. Ya more moved me to a place to be bored somewhere else. No offense.”

“Well then you can certainly come over and give me an assist my darling.”

You snorted.

A little bit of red painted his cheeks. He caught on very quickly to his own words.

“You know what I meant.”

“Oh I know but that doesn’t mean I can’t interpret it a little differently oh dearest genius of mine.”

A roll of his eyes told you exactly what one would need for an answer as he walked back over to one of the metal plates on the floor.

Any other person would probably not have followed but that wasn’t the case here. A simple hop down onto old dirty tile gave you a safe spot away from anything actually armed. He would of course turn off anything he was working on but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something you could get hurt by. Loose metal,poking wires and few electrical connections that were extremely unstable led one to air on the side of caution for whatever site he was working on.

“So What’a wanna do for dinner tonight? I know for certain that you’re not cooking tonight.”

The two of you took a seat down. Eddie was quick to return to work like nothing had happened. Like he never moved.

“I CAN cook. I just choose to focus on other more important tasks than a need for nutrition.”

You automatically recognized that first statement as a lie. He could boil a pot of water and put a package ramen in but that was about it.

“But since I’ll be busy………Chinese? There is a new place opened up in Kingston. It will certainly not be competing with much considering how our usual is just declining in quality. Drill.”

That last part caught you off guard.

“Oh!”

You immediately picked up the hand drill on the floor next to you and placed it in his opened hand.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for not letting me go bored into insanity.”

You received a appreciative mumble of what you could of sworn was a ‘you’re welcome’ but you knew he would never admit it.

#arkham riddler #batman arkham series #arkhamverse #arkham knight #batman #x reader #drabble

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lambsouvlaki · 7 months

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Overwhelming desire to write some angsty codependent & over-protective AK jason x OC power couple

#everything’s been too fluffy lately #jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #jason todd x oc #unsure if I’ll go full fic yet #or just some moody drabbles

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hanasnx · 6 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: sexual content | mild gunplay | sexual harassment | flirting | enemies to lovers

“Now, where do you think you’re goin’?” The deep, digitally edged voice of the ARKHAM KNIGHT miraculously cuts through the ringing in your ears. The bullet hole dug into the concrete above your head smokes, and you breathe in its fumes, your hands over your head in a defensive pose. His warning shot. Laying on your stomach, you’d attempted to crawl away, and at the sound of his heavy boots sauntering after you, you’re secure enough to lift your head. You check his location, and he’s right on top of you.

“Wait!” you plea, raising a hand to him only for his glove to clamp around your wrist. Your socket aches as he yanks on your arm, lifting you in a swift motion to cup his forearm under your thighs and sling you over his shoulder. Your stomach makes contact with it, the air in your lungs huffing out with a groan as he straightens to his dizzying full height. “Let- me- go!” The fear of his gun had worn off, now carrying you to a car he’d called for back-up while you thrash in his grip.

“Easy there, little miss.” His one arm strapped around your legs by the inside of your knees, keeps you secure as he jostles you, making you emit another yelp from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm. “Wouldn’t want another accident, would we?” Your hands brace against his lower back, picking yourself up to observe your surroundings. The wreckage of the militant car you’d crashed lies waiting for Batman to inspect it. Surely you made sure the driver crashed for good reason, and you’d rolled out at the last second. Unscathed save for a few bruises and scrapes. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you. Until I don’t need you anymore.”

You bend your spine to glare at the back of his helmet. “He’s gonna find you.” you claim defiantly, pressing your lips into a thin line as he approaches the new car.

“Yeah? Let him. That’s what you’re for.” A queasiness sets in the pit of your stomach. The combination of adrenaline, your unfortunate circumstances, and the fact you’re leading Batman right to this enemy. “You got quiet there, sweetheart. You shocked?” his proud remark is met with your rally, sharply inhaling through your nose and opening your mouth to bite back when you’re interrupted. You squeak as you’re thrown into the backseat, your ass hitting the cushion and bouncing to a stop as he climbs in after you. There was no time to let you adjust before he invited himself in, his knee resting on the outside of your leg with the sole of his shoe planted firmly on the floor of the car. You see how he gently sways in his standing position as the vehicle departs, and your mouth dries from his compromising straddle. It’s disgustingly intimate. “If I didn’t know any better, babygirl, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” An indignant expression takes over your countenance, scrambling until your back hits the opposite door. He chuckles, sitting down where your legs once were on the seat. Leisurely, he rests his wrist on his propped up knee, keeping his gun handy. It taps and your breathing intensifies.

So as to not make any sudden moves, you’re tentative in your action to sit forward, and you keep your eye on him from the side. “Where are you taking me?” you question, failing to entirely conceal the quiver in your voice. He and his militia had plucked you from the Clock Tower, having been aiding the Bat in his endeavor to take back Gotham in its darkest hour.

The Arkham Knight shifts in his seat, and you hear a jingle. “Oh. Almost forgot.” There’s a tone of amusement in his phrase as he invades your space again; instinctively you shy away, but he snatches your wrist, raising your arm and cuffing you to the handle on the roof. “Can’t have you trying to get away again.” You wish you could stop hearing the grating technical noise of his mask when he talks, whatever he uses to veil his true auditory signature from any voice recognition. When you face him, you’re taken aback by how much closer he is to you. The eyes of his helmet remain on you as you press yourself to the window. Harshly, his hand comes to pinch your jaw between his fingers and his thumb, and your brows knit together as he examines you, adjusting you side-to-side. “What’s so special about you, huh?”

You yank out of his hold, incredulous over his question. “What are you talking about?”

“The Bat. He’s coming after you. Shouldn’t matter to me why, but it does. He got a little thing for you?” The knuckle of his index finger brushes up your thigh flirtatiously, and you jerk it away.

“No.” you answer.

“You sure?” A lilt of surprise to his tone has you bewildered, eyeing him up as he hums. “That’s lucky.”

The crease in your brows deepen as a curl of disgust tugs at your upper lip. “Is it?”

His arm stretches up, revealing the view of his gun in his other hand, reminding you of its ever-weighing presence. Suddenly your boldness is once again depleting, you don’t notice until it’s settled that his arm now rests behind your head on the back of the vehicle seat, curling around you, tucking you into the space in his side. “Sure. You know, there’s not much to do up at the safehouse. We could…” as he trails, the end of his weapon seeks you out, and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of a gun tracing down your chest. “have a little fun of our own while the Bat catches up to us,” Its tip hesitates at the neckline of your shirt, and you exhale deeply, caving in your chest with a gulp. The gun catches on the hem, tugging it down enough to show him your cleavage. “how’s that sound?”

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jvsons · 2 years

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HAPPY 1K OMG!!!

for halloween prompts, could i request a coffee date with ak! jason? i also love your series decipher dead so it could be a part of that as well!

thank you sm and congrats on 1k again!! <33

☰ WAKE UP CALL

⤐ ak! jason todd x reader

- MASTERLIST / DECIPHER DEAD MASTERLIST / AO3

- WORD COUNT / 1,141

- SUMMARY / the arkham knight never says thank you.

- AUTHOR’S NOTE / thank you sm for your request!! i love the idea of a coffee date with jason, and think it’s even better to add it as a little extra to decipher dead! if you’re interested in reading, the link is above.

- SIDE NOTE / because this is a spin off of one of my series, the reader gets called “decipher” once. if you haven’t read my series decipher dead, it’s just a nickname that you can replace with your name, or whatever you like.

“And what about the synthetic processor?”

That would be the 10th question raised in a mere span of 4 minutes. Sitting on the edge of a very thin wire, the Knight sat back in his chair, running two hands up the sea of static that served as his face.

“It’s malfunctioning, sir.” The tech officer replied, scrambling for the set of notes in front of him. “Sensors are reporting abnormal deviations in chemical levels, nothing is coming out the same.”

An irritated click sounded from the Knight’s neck before he glanced to the side, daintily pointing a finger in your direction.

“Hand the notes over to Decipher. It’ll be taken care of within a week.”

You nodded, accepting the slide of papers across the desk and collecting them in a swipe. Anticipation dripped throughout the already blazing dawn atmosphere as the Knight raised a hand, signaling for any more questions. A few moments passed in silence, and it continued for the entire 20 seconds he waited, then lowering his hand with a somewhat content sigh.

“Meeting adjourned.”

A sigh accompanied your body as you stood up, stretching the stiffness of the morning off of your back. By the time you had collected your bag and the newest meeting notes, you were the only one left in the room, leaving you to venture towards the commander chamber alone.

A series of shrill beeps followed the retinal scan to your room, waving a dull flash over your features as your computer came to life. The very start of the dashboard presented 20 notifications ranging from tech notes to new messages, accompanied by a small circle fit with a 99+ on the inside.

You sighed, deciding to alleviate your stress before it rose any further by gently closing the computer. Your uniform was then swapped for a t-shirt and jeans, followed by the removal of your visor and a pair of sunglasses to replace it. A small grapnel was snatched from your bedside table before you set for your window, prying the latches open to welcome a gust of morning heat inside.

Small winds swelled into blazes as you dropped into the city of Venezuela, snapping your grapnel into the nearest roof ledge. With a soft swing you were lowering yourself into an empty alleyway, making sure to pocket your device before emerging into the bustling streets ahead. In every direction you looked, families moved in and out of stores, leaving you little room to sift through the masses until you reached your destination.

A chime rang out above your head as you pushed the store’s door open, glancing down to the small chalk board at your feet.

TASTE OF VENEZUELA

TODAY’S SPECIAL - SWEET VICTORY ROAST (MADE WITH ARABICA BEANS) - 41.2 VBS

STRAWBERRY PUFF PASTRIES - 24.7 VBS

You hummed at the board’s offerings, moving to complete your order spending only around 90 VBS. A small brown bag sat firmly grasped in your left hand as you moved to the streets once more, breaking for a shadowed lane to rise up to the rooftops.

Following a series of zips, you narrowly slipped back into your room, taking a moment to smooth out your windswept hair and grab your laptop before emerging into the hallway. Your feet led you to the room just beside yours, raising a hand to gently rap the door with your knuckles. After three coordinated knocks did you step back, lightly smiling when a muffled groan rang out from the other side.

Following that, came a slightly louder “come in.”

The door flashed green in an automated unlocked sequence, allowing you to push the handle open and enter. You let out a low whistle of greeting after the door shut, earning only a shallow wave in response.

“What do you need?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, placing the bag on the table beside him. “Just wanted to check in.”

The Knight’s head shifted to the side at the crinkle of the bag, leading him to turn in his chair, directly facing you with the glowing LEDs serving as his eyes. The real gaze seemed to bore through the layers of screen and meta all the same, holding you with a squint, and slowly traveling over to the bag once more.

You rode the silence with caution, slowly unbagging your purchases before looking back to his bed. The sheets were cleanly folded save a scarce number of crinkles, giving you the impression that it hadn’t been used in days.

“When’s that last time you slept?”

Your question roused a stifled laugh out of him, following a shrug as he took your outstretched hand containing his order.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He contested, taking a glance down to the mocha iced coffee and strawberry pastry that sat in his grasp. “How did you know my order?”

You were faced with a look of suspiciously heightened eyebrows following a hiss of his modulator, soon narrowing as you laughed at his inquiry.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You sighed, plopping down on the foot of his bed. “Maybe because this is what you order every single time we go there?”

An unimpressed huff responded to your sarcasm ridden response. A soft smile accompanied your features as you lightly patted the spot next to you, rousing a quiet grumble from the Knight before he stood to join you. Just seconds later, the space beside you dipped, trailing a faint string of mocha to your nose as you breathed in.

The Knight slowly brought the cup to his lips, taking a rather small sip before letting it sit there, guarding the tip of his nose. Almost shyly, he cleared his throat, head tilting in the slightest so you could see his other eye.

“Thank you. Dinners on me.”

You almost spit out the mass of coffee that sat in your own mouth, rubbing your temples as you ensured that you heard him right.

If there was one thing you knew for sure, it was that the Arkham Knight never says thank you. And he most certainly doesn’t offer to buy anyone dinner either.

Yet, there he was, completely unphased, languidly sipping from his coffee as he typed notes into his laptop beside you. And if you squinted hard enough, you’d see the small smile dusting his face as he looked over in your direction once more.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You yelped, frantically snapping your gaze away from him. “You’re uh.. you’re welcome.”

He only huffed at your response, seemingly back to normal. You set your drink down on the floor before opening up your own laptop, diving straight into the flagged emails in your inbox. A few minutes passed before you felt a slight nudge on your knee, encouraging you to look up from your screen.

“Takeout sound good?”

A smile crawled upon your features as your mouth parted, mentally preparing for the extra workload you were about to get.

“Only if we’re getting Batburger.”

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devil666132020 · 9 months

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Jason Todd has had a week to think about what he did in the invasion. What will he do now?

Serves as a transition into Red Hood for Arkham Knight, a dive into his thought, may be disturbing for some! Read the tags!

#jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #arkhamverse #my fic #drabble

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chxrrydrxp · 9 months

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Current projects:

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theunavenged · 2 years

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I need more Arkham Knight Jason content. Anyone have any good recs??

#fics/drabbles/meta #but i’ll also accept fanart #arkham knight #i’m having writer’s block #need inspo for ch. 2 of my akj fic #🙏

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hunterssm00n · 6 months

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Deal

What first starts out as a cruel prank turns into a night of unmatched passion. | Waylon Jones/OC |

part 1 of 3

also on ao3: here

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/ / Hunger / /

The door slammed shut behind her with finality as she stumbled into the room, as she'd been thrown through the opening by the guards. Her palms scraped on the damp stone floor, but she ignored it as she immediately tried to scramble back up to try and escape. The door was heavy with reinforced steel, and she could just barely hear the cackling of the guards over the heavy clank of it being locked from the other side. Was this really happening? In her workplace, no less?!

Kris had thought working for Arkham would be different. She'd thought it was a fresh start - and for the most part, it was. But this... This had been a long time coming. Many of the workers here were good people, who wanted to actually help the asylum's patients like they were supposed to be doing. Not these people. Gotham had scum everywhere, and they even found their way into service jobs: hospitals, police, even Arkham. And now they had locked her in here; the lowest level of the architecture, the old sewer tunnels... with him.

She swallowed hard, her hands trembling on her side of the door, and she could feel the vibrations from the thugs on the other side pounding on the steel. She could hear them too, over the similar pounding of her heart in her head.

"Now just remember, love, scream if you need us!"

"Don't worry, a few have come out of there alive! Granted, heh, not all in one piece..."

"I wonder if he'll fuck you before he eats you - or maybe after!"

Kris started backing away from the door, enough so that their voices were mostly muffled, but before she went too far she turned to face the new surroundings she’d been thrown into.

There wasn't much to see, thanks to the dim lighting, but from what she could tell it was basically a tomb with brick archways that looked like they would crumble at any moment, and long, endless tunnels full of murky water. It was so eerily quiet, save for the sounds of running water both close and distant, as well as drips collecting into the pools all throughout the cavernous underground of the old sewers - the place she was now locked in.

Her breathing was rapidly increasing, making her mind go hazy, the edges of her vision fuzzy, and she knew she needed to stop and gain control before she passed out. Leaning against the rough brick wall for support, she slowly slid down, until her bottom hit the damp, slippery stone floor under her feet. Normally she would never sit on such a slimy surface, but right now her head was spinning so much she debated even lying down. Kris felt that cool, coppery sensation in her throat, and she wondered if she was going to vomit. She gulped in huge breaths of air, thinking about the moment a few days ago that had landed her in this very situation.

She worked in an office at Arkham Asylum as a clerk, but the layout for the campus was... interesting, to say the least. Right down the hall from the clerical office was the psychiatry area, where patient sessions were happening at all hours of the day. She'd been walking down the hallway to the fax machine, turned the corner - and there he was: Waylon Jones, aka, Killer Croc; shackled and either going in for a mandated therapy session or coming out of one. Both he and the guards surrounding him appeared to be in a heated argument - one that she surprisingly hadn't heard as she’d been walking towards them. Honestly to her, it wasn't that surprising though; sometimes she got so focused on what was going on inside her head that the outside world just melted into a low hum.

Kris had stopped in her tracks, not knowing what to do from the surprise of it. But then the altercation had turned physical. Screams from nearby psychiatrists and nurses mixed with the ragged ferocity of Croc's voice, plus shouted threats from the guards made for a cacophony of chaos. He'd knocked people down, and some of them were sent flying during his rampage - which, from what she had seen of his crimes, was tame in comparison - and somehow, his eyes set on her down the hall. She thought he'd just been looking for who to hurt next; what other violence and terror he could inflict. Before she knew it he was in front of her, and had her pinned back against the wall, staring down at her with his somehow still shackled hands resting on the wall above her head, body vibrating with rage and exertion. Kris hadn't even realized she’d put both hands on his massive, scaly and muscular chest to keep him at bay from crushing her - not that that would have stopped him if he'd really wanted to do it.

The guards a few feet away were all groaning on the ground, backup had yet to arrive, and Killer Croc was standing over her, sandwiching her between the wall and his hard, large body. And he hadn't killed her. He'd been trying to intimidate her, sure (probably because he'd caught her staring), as well as everyone else, but he didn't hurt her. She thought he had intended to, but her hands on his chest had taken him by surprise as much as it had her. He'd leaned down close and smelled her hair, and his shackled hands that were bigger than her whole head had lowered so he could take a piece of the dark strands between his fingers. "Such soft hands," he murmured, rasping voice now a low rumble that Kris could feel vibrate beneath her palms on his abdomen. "Such a sweet scent," His voice dropped another octave, and and she knew now it was because the next part was only for her to hear: "I wonder if you taste as good as you smell..."

Despite the situation at hand, Kris had felt heat rise to her cheeks, and embarrassingly she’d felt it elsewhere, too. And he'd noticed, he had to have noticed, because he chuckled lowly in surprised amusement - and then to her horror and even further embarrassment he'd inhaled even more deeply. To anyone else it looked like he was just being his usual, scary self - but none of them had heard what he'd said to her. Thank god.

And then at some point the guards had come to and backup had arrived and they'd pulled him off of her (only because he'd let them, she was sure), and she’d been in a daze for hours afterwards. When they had pulled him away from her, he'd told her, "I've got your scent, sweet one,"

Later that day when she’d taken her panties off, they'd been absolutely soaked - they'd practically stuck to her.

And apparently word had gotten around to the scummier guards and orderlies that Croc had cornered her and not killed her, and non-surprisingly it had piqued their interest.

And now here she was.

Think, think, think - no, get yourself under control first, you can't do anything if you faint.

Kris struggled to control her breathing, idly looking around at her surroundings. Leaning her head back against the wall, a bunch of things were going through her head at this moment, but she tried to make her mind blank so as not to have that aide in her passing out. In her mind she made a simple plan: I'll find a way out of here, I'll go to Aaron Cash, and I'll report them. Sometimes simplifying what needed to be done greatly helped her in situations. For this one, it was a good start.

Catching her breath, she wondered if there were cameras down here. If she could find one, maybe she could alert someone that she was trapped down here... in the Croc's lair.

Kris hadn't forgotten about last week - not at all. But she was trying really hard to stay calm, and thinking about him did not keep her calm at all. She’d seen him before a few times, but only from afar. Not that close; never that close.

Plus, what he'd said to her, how he'd acted... it had to have all been for show, right? Even if he had growled those things just low enough for her and only her to hear... she shook the thought out of her head. Right now she just needed to focus on getting out.

From somewhere not too far from where she sat, a splash hit the water. She turned quickly to locate the source of the sound, but noticed that it was just some rubble breaking off from the ceiling. She was relieved, but also sarcastically thought to herself Great, on top of everything else, now I'll have to worry about the goddamn place collapsing on me.

Then, from out of nowhere it seemed, he rose up from out of the water, jumping up and landing on the stone floor a few feet from her, with a thud that shook the ground beneath her. Her heart went to her throat and she gasped so sharply it hurt, and she wondered Is this it? Is this really it?

A low hiss was emanating from him as he straightened to his full height, which had to have been at least eight feet tall. It was then that his eyes focused, really focused on her, and he tilted his scale covered head to the side, curiously. "Well if it isn't the pretty one with the soft hands - thought I was hallucinating there for a moment." He chuckled lowly, the sounding causing her insides to quiver, and not necessarily in a bad way. "What's a sweet little thing like you doing down here in my dark, dank abode?"

Kris couldn't find her words. What on earth was she even supposed to say to him? Was there really anything to say? It was just like the scummy guys outside the door were saying - he was probably just going to eat her anyways. What was even the point?

His head lifted from her to the door, and it was then that she noticed that the dirtbag guards and orderlies on the other side of the door were still pounding on it and jeering through the thick steel. And that meant that Croc could definitely hear it, too.

He growled low in his chest, and took a few more steps onto the stone floor away from the edge by the water. Each step felt like a tiny earthquake underneath her, and she instinctively pulled her legs up towards her chest, as though trying to shrink back into the wall. Croc turned an ear towards the door, tilting his head once again, his golden-yellow eyes focusing on her, and they were once again regarding her curiously. His brow grew heavier over his eyes the more he heard what the men on the other side of the door were saying. "Scum." he snarled, the ferocity of his uttered word making her jump. Even when he wasn't speaking there were... noises coming out of him. Reptilian-like noises, every time he exhaled. But something about the venom injected into that single word sent a chill up her spine and made her flinch.

He noticed this - she imagined that not much escaped his gaze, him being an apex predator and all that. His senses were keen, far keener than any normal human. He noticed her - he saw her.

Now he took a few steps towards her, and Kris pulled her legs up to her chest as much as she could, making herself look as small as possible. He didn’t stop until he was right before her, only a mere few inches from her feet, and then he stopped. He crouched before her, every exhale a hot, deep rasp of air that she could feel on her skin under her clothes. She knew you weren’t supposed to look predators in the eye, but she was more afraid to look away - to take her eyes off of him. And honestly… she didn’t want to. He was so interesting to look at. She’d seen him before the event a few days ago, a couple of times. Down the hall being led in and out of his therapy sessions, on security footage whenever there was an incident involving him (there were many), and on his paperwork, which she had helped file when he arrived. Up close, he was even more mesmerizing.

Even crouched he still towered over her, and he slowly reached out a hand towards her; towards her head. He took a piece of her black hair between his claw-tipped fingers once again, and it appeared as though his movements were deliberately slow because he was trying not to scare her. “So the scourge of Arkham sends in such a pretty little morsel for me to play with. Tell me; do you think they’re expecting you to come out alive?”

Kris shuddered openly at his words, his proximity, his yellow eyes that seemed to be staring into her very soul. Her gaze dropped to the ground- what was she supposed to do now? She felt defeated, even more than scared. “Just do what you’re gonna do.” Her words carried practically no volume, and a tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto her knee.

He released her hair, and one massive, claw-tipped appendage slid under her chin to gently tilt her face back up to look at him. He tilted his own large, scale covered head at her, a low rumble emanating from him as he appeared to study her. “I’m not gonna eat you.” he rumbled, his voice softer - well, as soft as his harsh rasp could be. Softer much like in the way he’d said… what he’d said to her upstairs, for her ears only. And then he said, “Not in the way you’re thinking.”

She thought back to what he’d said to her a few days ago: I wonder if you taste as good as you smell… and god help her, she felt that same heat between her legs that she’d felt the first time. She looked at him knowingly, her eyes wide with realization. He chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling from his massive chest through his arm and into her, and she felt herself grow wet. Something about his voice…

The pounding from the steel door grew more pronounced, more frantic from the other side, it seemed, and Croc flicked a glance over his massive shoulder before turning that gaze back to her and saying: “So whaddya say we cut a deal?”

Kris looked at him in question, but nodded. If he was going to eat her - as in swallow her and then digest her in pieces - there probably wouldn’t be any talk about a deal… right?

His yellow gaze burned into her with heat and he said, “You let me get a taste of of that sweet pussy-“ She felt a clench down below at his crass, direct words, “-and then I’ll let you go.” The hand that had been under her chin was now held out in front of her, waiting for her to shake. “Deal?”

The steel door still had pounding coming from the other side, and it seemed like they were trying to bust the damn thing down. Kris made her decision: she took his huge hand. Well, really he took hers. His hand enveloped hers completely, so much so that it was almost comical. And they shook on it.

The banging on the door was near frenzied now, and Crocs golden eyes had a glint in them as he noticed - a mischievous one. “Wanna make them sweat a bit?”

Those assholes had thrown her in here, not knowing what would happen to her, all for a late night joke. With resolve she nodded again, and Croc now rose to his full height, towering over her, and offered her his hand. She looked at him - towering height, scale covered body, thick with muscle and power, yellow eyes - and she took his hand once again, letting him pull her up off the ground. As soon as she was standing on her own two feet, he swung her up into his arms bridal style, making her gasp in surprise, and he turned towards the water. “Hold tight, pretty one.” He rasped as the door behind them began to creak as it was being attempted to be opened. Kris clutched her arms around his thick, sinewy neck, and then Croc jumped with her in his arms into the water.

He turned the corner to go left down the maze of tunnels right as the door was finally pulled open. Thankfully he didn’t submerge them, or any part of her at all, and standing at his full height the water only came up to his hips. Over the sound of him breathing (with every exhale being a grating rasp) and the sound of running water all around them, she could hear the guards and orderlies voices echoing from somewhere behind them in the cavernous tunnel, calling out, and much to her delight, sounding worried and fearful. They’d been trying to scare her - and now who was scared? She snickered at the thought of them scrambling to try and figure out how to explain this one, and she noted Croc tilt his head down at her in amusement. “You’re a little twisted too, ain’cha?”

Without much thought about the question, she shrugged, still looking over Crocs shoulder behind them at the flashlight beams that were growing steadily more and more distant the farther they went. In truth, she did have a twisted side, but wouldn’t normally share that info with most people. This situation, however… was a little different. A lot different, actually.

Soon, they rounded another corner, and the flashlight beams in the distance faded altogether, as well as the voices. Internally she felt gleeful with vengeance - she imagined the fear when she was not sitting and cowering where they’d left her, and the panic they were probably feeling right now. She didn’t think they’d intended to actually have anything happen to her - they were just looking to scare her. A joke, if you will; something that could easily be glanced over by HR with a slap on the wrist, don’t do it again. But now, now they were scared. And she reveled in it.

She looked at Croc, who was facing forward, watching where they were walking, and she squeaked out, “Thank you,”

He looked at her, and she saw his yellow eyes had surprise in them. He rumbled, “No need to thank me. Eye for an eye - a kindness for a kindness.”

Kris puzzled over his words, and balked at his fairness. This was not anything she’d ever heard about him; the savage, bloodthirsty animal that only saw humans as food and nothing else.

“A kindness…?” She didn’t want to question him and his logic, less he kill her for not knowing what he was talking about, but admittedly she was confused. What kindness was he referring to, exactly, that she’d done for him?

He ceased walking when they came to a four way set of tunnels, and he fixed his yellow gaze on her once again. “You touched me with no malice, and you looked at me without fear,” His eyes could practically light her on fire, they burned so much. She shivered under his gaze. “To me, that’s a kindness. It’s… refreshing.” He continued on walking then, turning right and bringing them deeper into the tunnels. “Not many people look at me like they’re not afraid; if they do they’re usually crazy,” Here he gave her a side eye that she could tell was meant to be a playful insinuation; maybe she was crazy, too.

“Well,” She cleared her throat, shrugging, “I do work here,”

He let out a bark of laughter as though surprised at her humor, and she realized that she enjoyed making him laugh.

“If ya ain’t gone crazy yet, just give it time,”

Kris couldn’t help but crack a smile; she liked his humor, too.

The two walked for a little bit longer, his steady, rasping breathing strangely lulling amidst the sounds of running water and dripping. She was glad this wasn’t an actual sewer anymore, to say the least.

After a few moments they came upon an area that had a little more lighting to it, but not by much. That was okay though; she liked the dark. And so did her new, scaly ‘friend’, it seemed. As they neared a platform that was enclosed with three walls, looking more solid than some of the floating wooden boards, she saw that atop of the stone slab was a mattress (a very large one) and a few more assorted items… along with what she soon realized were bones strewn about.

She shuddered, and he noticed, “Sorry - woulda cleaned up if I’d known I was having company,” He didn’t say it maliciously, more almost sympathetically.

Kris didn’t know what to say to this, so she just kept her mouth shut. She didn’t imagine he had much company down here - unless it was food.

“Do you… really eat people?” She didn’t know why she asked this, but she felt the need to, for some reason. Seeing the bones made this situation all the more real.

He huffed out a chuckle, leaping up out of the water and landing on his two huge clawed feet on the edge of the stone platform - and scaring the shit out of her in the process. “I really eat people,” he intoned, his words dark but with a hint of that same amusement. Kris began to wonder if this was a good idea after all; the sight of the human bones really making her fidgety in his impossibly strong arms.

He felt her tense in his arms and gave her a squeeze; his chest was rock hard against her left rib cage, and she took in a few deep breaths to try and calm herself. Was this the part where she should be fighting for her life? Should she really have trusted him?

“Your heart is beating so fast,” he hissed, the crocodile purr pleasant but so fucking predatory at the same time. Kris shifted in his grip, on the verge of struggling, as he walked them towards his gigantic mattress on the stone ground. There were little pools of water on the floor in places between the cracks, and every time he took a step they rippled, as though there was an earthquake.

Should I try to escape? Fuck, I’m such an idiot-

“It’s like music to my ears,” He stopped when they reached the side of the bed, gazing at her with a glimmer in those deadly yellow eyes. “Usually I don’t have a chance to savor the sound,” His grip tightened on her once again, not enough to hurt, but if it did anymore it probably would. “I just get so hungry,”

Breathe, breathe, think, think-

“Luckily, tonight,”

Fuckfuckfuckfu-

“I can savor you for as long as we both want.”

…What?!

Unable to stand it anymore, she gulped and asked point blank, “Croc, are you… sure you're not gonna eat me?” She was afraid to hear the answer; afraid she had wandered into a trap - right into the mouth of the crocodile, literally.

He chuckled deeply, the sound vibrating pleasantly in his chest and coursing through her body as it was pressed to his - she felt that same arousal as before even though she was scared. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Well,” he said in amusement, “the deal was for just a little taste… but if you really want me to, that can be arranged, too.”

It was then that she realized he was fucking with me.

Kris balked once again, a little outraged that he was enjoying scaring her. “You- Fuck you!“

“Don’t sweat it little one - I just like the way your heartbeat sounds when you’re afraid,” A flash of heat went through his yellow eyes, “Kinda like thisss,”

And then he threw her onto the bed, and when her back hit the mattress he came down on top of her, his massive body surrounding her, and there was nothing she could do - there was nowhere to go; he was everywhere.

♡˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ♡

AN: I do not own the Batman: Arkham Asylum franchise or any of it's characters, but Kris is my own OC.

part two

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彡 BIG SMILES, FAST STEPS AND SOFT THIGHS

☆. contains: 18+ minors dni, best friend!jason todd x fem!reader; college au, friends to lovers, petnames, thigh job, they're at the wayne mansion and jason is chasing the reader for funsies, jason has his y-scar (it's not actually mentioned but i just need everyone to know that he has it!!!) and his white streak as always, reader is wearing a skirt wc: 3.5k

how did you get here?

how did a cute, totally normal, totally casual study date turn into jason chasing you around the manor? you're lucky nobody else is here, other than alfred of course, but he knows to keep his distance whenever jason brings you over. you're not even together. you're just friends. right? friends definitely do this.

it's another quiet day at the wayne manor. the fireplace is crackling softly in the background, the sun shining through the curtain is lighting up the spacious living room and one of the windows is cracked open, letting in the fresh autumn air. two big mugs with long forgotten tea sit on the table alongside the stacks of books and papers. you're laying down on the unnecessarily massive couch, computer on your lap, rows of words filling your vision. jason is sat on a fluffy pillow on the floor with his legs crossed and you can't help but wonder, how the hell is that a comfortable position for a big guy like him? you think about asking but he's so focused on his writing, you'd just feel bad for breaking his concentration. he looks good.

he's wearing simple black slacks and a beige knit sweater with his sleeved rolled up. his hair is a bit of a mess, almost like he just rolled out of the bed. cute. the white streak in his hair is as prominent as ever. it makes him look sexy. and mysterious. he doesn't really believe you, thinking that you're just making fun of him but he couldn't be more wrong. you think he's the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

after a couple of hours of mindfucking yourselves over the essay the both of you need to write for your shared literature class, you're tired. you're almost always the first one to break, jason being the nerd that he is. you can't blame him, though, he seems to thoroughly enjoy the class. good for him. nevertheless, you deserve a break.

"psst."

...

"pssst." you gently nudge him with you knee.

"hmm?" he grumbles and your stomach fills with butterflies. friends though, right?

you sit up from your position, close the computer and throw it aside on the couch. you move closer to him, placing your thighs right next to his head.

"jason..."

his green eyes stay glued to the screen.

"let's take a break, hm, please?" your fingers find their way into his dark curls and he tenses. for a moment there you think you've crossed a line but when he resumes his writing and stays quiet, you continue massaging his scalp.

"how far are you with yours, doll?" you think his voice sounds even gruffier just because you've spent the last hour in complete silence. the petname doesn't help with the butterflies either.

"mmm, i think that's very irrelevant, jace."

he lets out a deep chuckle as he finally tears his eyes from his computer and turns to meet your soft gaze with a small smile.

"well based on that answer alone, i don't think we, especially you, should take a break." his eyes shine at you in the gentle sunlight, making him look even more irresistible. "we need to get this done today, you know."

"i knoow, i know but my brain is fried." jutting out your bottom lip, you conjure the best puppy-eyes you can manage. "please?"

jason takes a second to compose himself, his strong sense of responsibility crumbling and crumbling fast.

"i'm pretty sure your pretty little brain was fried long before today." his voice sounds like honey and a killer sly smirk caresses his lips as he teases you. annoying.

your mouth falls open and you take your hand from his hair and smack him against his shoulder.

a loud laugh escapes his and your lips curve upward at the sound. the corners of his eyes crinkle and he lets his head drop back against your thigh. looking up at you with doe-eyes, he really is the prettiest boy in the world.

"that is so rude, jason. i can't believe it. you invite me over and then you just mock me." you huff. "i'm gonna go and tell alfred." you declare confidently, straightening your back.

he raises his eyebrow at you. "are you now?"

"mhmm." you chirp with a nod. "g'nna tell him that you're being mean to me." the way your looking down at him and the pout on your lips are making his heart do backflips in his chest.

suddenly something shifts. the cozy mood in the room has changed into something else entirely. there's a glint of mischief in both of your eyes and you know there won't be any studying happening now.

"yeah?" he asks, holding eye contact with you, voice low. his one hand creeps around your calf, as if knowing you're up to something.

"yeah."

...

feeling playful, you plan on doing the good old running-away-from-the-guy-you-have-a-massive-crush-on-in-order-to-stop-studying move.

you have the advantage of sitting behind him but he already has his hand on you. there's no easy way to break out of his grasp, you know that. you need a distraction. and a good one. without thinking about it twice, you lower your head and press a quick kiss right to his plump lips.

...

fuck.

...

you feel his grasp soften and you use the moment to escape. scrambling backwards over the back of the couch, you almost lose your footing, your head suddenly clogged with the realization of what you just did. you just kissed him. heat raises up from your neck and you feel the need to apologise but when you raise your head to do so, jason's already standing and staring at you with his eyes shade darker than the moment before. you sometimes forget how big he is, how intimidating he can look. he's so damn tall and broad and right now, he has his eyes on you, like a predator ready to pounce at his prey.

the side of his mouth twitches upward and a now cocky smirk adorns his face. you think you can spot a tint of pink splayed on his cheeks but that must be from the chilly breeze in the room. his eyes bore into yours and your legs feel weak, excitement making you tremble in front of him.

the two of you stand there for at least 30 seconds without saying a single thing. just staring each other down, trying to figure out what's going on in the other's head. jason finally decides to make the first move by taking a step towards the end of the couch and you instantly take one backwards. he stops to raise his brow at you and you flash him a daring smile.

the moment he takes another step, you quickly turn on your heel and start running towards the lobby, adrenaline making you faster than usual. you hear his thundering steps right behind you and you let out a loud shriek that probably echoes through the whole manor.

taking a sharp left turn, you make your way to the kitchen. you stop behind the island, jason opposite of you on the other side. you're already breathing heavy with a flushed face and pounding heart. jason isn't affected by the running at all. damn him.

you take a small step to your right and he takes one to his left. you take one back to your left and he one to his right. how are you ever supposed to outrun him? what were you thinking?

"where are you gonna run, darling?" he lays his big hands on the cool marble. the rolled up sleeves of his sweater are showing off the veins on his arms, making you do a double take. he doesn't miss that. "i know the manor better than you, hm. i'm faster than you."

"i- " you laugh weakly at your own inabilty to answer him. he's the one taking the steps now, ever so slowly, making you more and more nervous and hot. but mostly, fucking exhilarated. you're now just circling around the island while he keeps his dark eyes on you, watching your chest rapidly move up and down, taking in your cute wide eyes and the giddy smile.

since you can't even think of a response to him, you opt for running again. when you look back at him, you see him calmly stand in his place. he opens his arms and bows down slightly as to show you that he's giving you a head start. bastard.

you head through the door and down the big hallway, passing by the big paintings of the wayne family. you feel out of breath but the excitement keeps you going. turning your head back once more, you can't see him. can't hear him either.

fuuuuck.

you stop dead in your tracks, in the middle of the house. hands shaking, you try to think of a plan. you try to think where would he go or where would he try to ambush you. why does the wayne manor have to be such a fucking maze?

you know you can't actually outrun him, so maybe hiding will be a good strategy? where's alfred when you need him? he'd protect you from the big scary wolf that's chasing you. the big very hot wolf? you shake your head, trying to get rid of the ridiculous idea. picking one of the biggest rooms as your hideout, you decide on the library and proceed to quietly make your way there.

reaching your destination, you try to conceal yourself in the midst of the huge shelves, forever thankful for the readers of the family. desperately trying to catch your breath, you can practically hear your own heart pumping.

where is he?

a sudden hand over your mouth and another one around your waist answer your question for you.

"hi, darling." his breath burns against your ear. "found you."

you feel like you're going to pass out. you've never felt anything like this before. your whole body is vibrating with excitement and your eyes are twice the size they usually are. his big strong hands hold you in place, lifting you just a tad, leaving you barely on your tiptoes.

"did you really think you'd get away?" his voice is low and his question teasing as he noses at your cheek from behind. where did your sweet friend go and who is this?

you meakly shake your head against his hand and you feel him smile against your skin. he lowers his hand but keeps it just under your jaw. your lips part to let out a shaky breath and you wriggle in his arms, pushing back into him. now it's his turn to release a deep guttural groan. your hips back right into his and that's when you feel it. feel him. he gives you a squeeze before he grinds his pelvis into your ass.

"yeah, you feel that?" his breath tickles your cheek, your eyes closing and teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "you did this, sweetheart."

"mmmhm."

"fuck, you look so pretty today, doll. made it so hard to concentrate." he confesses with a shaky laugh. "couldn't even sit next to you, hah."

the way he's grinding into you is making soft mewls continually fall from your lips, his own groans sending chills down your back.

jason pushes you against one of the shelves and the feeling the wood against you, makes you snap out of your state of pleasure. you're not at home, nor at his place. you're at the wayne manor, for fuck's sake and what you're doing right now is terribly inappropriate. yes, the house is mostly empty but alfred could still step in here and catch you doing whatever this is. you adore the man, you wouldn't ever want him to think badly of you. so you sneak your hand to the hand holding your jaw and curl your fingers around his pinky.

"f-fuck, jason." fingers around his, you try to push him away but he won't budge. he only presses himself more onto you. his broad chest and strong arms caging you between himself and the shelf.

"alfred, h-he might come in." you try again. other than your weak words and fingers, you make no real effort to make him stop. you don't want him to. it feels too good. your adrenaline filled body needs his touch, craves it.

his only answer to you is dark quiet laugh.

"don't be silly."

the calloused hand on laid over your stomach now makes its way up and a surprised gasp echoes through the room when he starts massaging your tits. you can clearly feel his hard-on poking at your lower back.

"do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" he rasps, hands roughly kneading your chest. "i'll stop, if you want."

you furiously shake your head. "n-no--" a high-pitched moan abrupts your sentence when his fingers pinch one of your nipples.

"but you'll have to be quiet, hm?" he's still holding your head up high, face almost next to yours. "wouldn't want alfred to hear you, do we?"

"wouldn't want him to know what a good girl like you does in his precious library, hm? who likes to run around in her pretty little skirt instead of studying?"

your breath hitches when his hand drops from your chest and down to your clothed cunt. you're so wet, you can almost feel it drip down your thighs.

"who's letting me touch her like this, hm?"

slightly raising your skirt, jason gently pats just above your clit making your hips automatically buck into his hand. he chuckles at your neediness, although, he himself is so fucking hard, he might burst any second.

never in a million years he would've thought that this would happen. yes, he likes you. a lot. his brothers know it, alfred knows it, hell, even bruce knows it. he can't stop talking about you. boasting about you, complimenting you behind your back. and yes, he has jerked off to you. he's not proud of that but what else is he supposed to do? you're all he can think of. every single night he's fisting his leaking cock in the confines of his room, imagining your pretty lips around him. how you'd say his name, how you'd moan his name. how good you'd look under him. fuck, what you'd taste like? he wants to eat you out for his own damn pleasure, wants to feel your thighs around his head, shaking from overstimulation while you're mewling and whining. wants to see your eyes roll back, to see your back arch and to see you covered in hickeys. all marked up for him. sometimes he cums just to the mere thought of kissing you.

and now you're here. it all happened so fast. the kiss really did catch him off guard. it was a good distraction but he's still him, you shouldn't underestimate him. seeing the daring smile on your lips made him twitch in his pants.

his darling wants to play, hm? oh, he'll play with you, alright.

seeing your flushed cheeks and your heaving chest made it all even worse. and when your wide eyes dropped to his hands on the counter - how you seemed to hold your breath just for a moment, he knew you want this just as much as he does.

"f-fuck." you crane your neck and jason jumps at the oppurtunity to press a wet kiss on your neck.

you hear him unbuckling his belt and another surge of excitement runs through you. he lets his pants and boxers drop down to the middle of his thick thighs and then one of his hands is grabbing your hip again. he spits onto his free hand before giving his rock hard cock a couple of pumps. you barely catch the quiet whine falling from his lips. jason raises your skirt up from behind and puts his dick right below your cunt, between your thighs. there's a big sigh leaving both of your mouths at the contact.

your plush thighs feel like heaven around him. so warm and soft. oh, he'll never wanna stop after this.

he wraps his hand around your middle, pushing and pulling you against him while the other moves over your chest, holding you up to his chest. your hands take place on top of his, one going up to his wrist, the other trying to support yourself by holding onto the shelf.

the feeling of him between your thighs is new and surprising. the combination of his precum, spit and your own slick making it easy for him to slide back and forth, roughly drilling his hips into yours.

"j-jason..." you mewl at him, desperate for more.

and he knows exactly what you need. the hand holding onto your chest moves to your jaw, turning you to face him. your doe-eyes meet with his lust filled ones for a second before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. finally.

keeping a steady rhythm of rutting against you, he now pours all of his focus into the kiss. your first real kiss. the hand on your jaw is gentle, yet firm, and his lips feel oh, so soft. you can taste the tea from before and you're already addicted. you whimper into his mouth and he swallows it with pride. you're his now.

the hand on your waist slips down, under your skirt and into your soaked panties. his rough fingers begin drawing quick circles on your clit and your eyes roll all the way back into your head, mouth falling slack against his and you feel him smile.

the consistent sound of your hips colliding fill the library and with his hand now down your panties, you're finding it harder and harder to keep the noises falling from your mouth.

"shhh, sweetheart." he hushes against your lips. "you feel so fucking good. so sweet for me, hm, such a good girl."

he's now fully holding you up because your feet don't seem to work anymore. his words are like honey, drawing you in, closer and closer to your climax. you're coating his thick fingers and you can hear how wet you are.

"does it feel good?"

nodding your head in his grasp, your brain so overwhelmed and already turning into a mush under his touch.

"words, doll."

he squishes your cheeks together, your lips puckering and before you can even think of an answer, he presses his lips to yours again.

"mmppf-" your words are slurring. you can't help but think about how good he smells. "i-it's so go--."

with the pace of his hips never faltering, jason pushes his tongue into your mouth, licking the roof of your mouth, groaning into you. fuck, you feel amazing. he can't get enough.

"p-please... don't- don't stop."

having his dream girl panting against him, begging for him to make her feel good was not on his plan today but he did promise dick to try and be more spontaneous. this is his moment.

his own hips are now stuttering, breath getting stuck in his throat. he pulls away from your lips, trying to burn this image into his brain. your head lolling to his chest, eyes shut, brows furrowed and lips parted in a perfect little o-shape.

"look at me." he grumbles.

but you don't hear him, busy focusing on the fast approaching climax.

"please."

that pulls you back into the moment, back into his warm embrace. jason pleading is something... new.

"need to see your pretty eyes when i c-cum."

"p-please." slowly opening your eyes, it is now your turn to beg, the thought of him cumming because of you clouding your mushy brain. "wan' your cum, jace."

his dark eyes widen at that. who could've thought that you're such a good little slut?

"yeah?" the ego boost making his hips snap into your with so much force, you think that he's going to knock one of the shelves down.

"pleaaaase."

his fingers rubbing your clit, his hand on your jaw, his eyes on yours and his hips pounding into you finally make the band in your tummy snap.

jason watches in slow motion as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open one last time. small hands pawing at his wrists and body trembling against his stronger and bigger one. his fingers keep at it, helping you ride out your high when his own hips suddenly stutter and he spills onto your soft thighs with a deep loud groan.

pulling you flush against him, he lets his head fall down into the crook of your neck and he sighs. arms still around you, not wanting to let you go.

as if you would go anywhere.

the room is quiet, just the two of you trying to catch your breaths, to calm your hearts. the sun peeks through the big window, painting the shelves and floor in it's light. everything feels... right.

you turn your head and press a kiss to the side of his temple, ignoring the way his cum is slowly dripping all the way down your thighs, leaving a wet stain on your socks.

jason's lips curve into a smile against your skin. "mine."

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