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19 | she/her | multifandom | artist ! sometimes !

[littlebatx]

BAT | 19 | she/her/hers | writer | artist | 18+ only as i write suggestive stuff sometimes

DNI : minors, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. just don't be an asshole.

inbox is open ! i take requests for writing but i may not always get to all of them. be patient (':

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[littlebatx]

18+ minors dni

hi guys ! i know it's been a minute. i promise im still here lurking. life's been busy. my birthday was a few weeks ago ! (may 15th) and im going on vaycay in a few days ! i have been working on some stuff so i thought i'd give u a sneak peak to one of them (: i hope u like it ! i can't wait to finish and give to u all ♥︎

toxic bsf!jack abbot x you x toxic bsf!javier peña (sneak peak)

(content : fem reader, piv, threesome, sharing youuu, modern au where javi lives in pittsburg when he's not in columbia, him and jack are weird best buds who bond the most over how much they looooooove want you)

the knock at your door interrupted the little pity party you were having for yourself. halfway through your second tub of ben and jerry’s, white chicks on the TV, wine bottle half gone. you had hoped that it was the door dash you ordered.

stumbling to your feet, the slight tipsiness of your mind made little giggles bubble up your throat. you exhaled, steadied yourself and patted over to the door. when you opened it, your face fell. the two shadows that loomed over you nearly had you passing out. were you more drunk than you thought?

“wow, i hope you looked through the peephole before answering the door like that, cariño,” javier drawls, his arm resting against the doorframe. jack stood behind, arms crossed with a grin pulling at his lip. 

you take a second to look down at your outfit. well… not much of anything, really. big shirt, panties, big fuzzy socks that barely fit you. it was comfy but you see how it looked on the other end. especially to those two thirsty boys. 

two…

your droopy eyes suddenly grow round once your brain deduces who’s actually standing in front of you now. and when it does, you can barely control your clumsy body as you jump right into his arms.

“you’re home!” you squeal, kicking your feet as you rely on his one arm on your back and your grip around his neck to keep you afloat. you can hear jack let out a chuckle, pushing javier and you inside your apartment so any of your peaking neighbors don’t get a view of your asscheeks peeking out of those little panties.

“thought we’d surprise you, bun,” jack hums, shutting the door behind him and locking.

javier placed you down on your kitchen table. he stood between your legs, gazing down at you with a lazy smile. “missed me?”

last time you saw him was months back. right after jack broke the rules between the two of you. they both had their hearts set out on you. they stopped making it a competition once they realized that they wouldn’t ever truly have you.

one night out at the club and they found themselves in your bed with you. you were squished between them, jack so kindly giving javi a chance to chase that sweet feeling of sinking his dick in you. the grip of his hand on your ass from behind you as he rutted his own cock between your cheeks was hard. he wasn’t angry, though he couldn’t help the jealousy that ran in his veins.

javi wasn’t any better. muttering little fuckin’ insults to you about him as if he wasn’t right there.

“he fuck you this deep, mama? he hit that spot for you?”

“tan jodidamente mojada por mí… apuesto a que él no te ponía así… hmmm?” (so fuckin’ wet for me… i bet he didn’t get you like this, hm?)

“mean old abbot took you from me… i had dibs, y’know?”

“shut your fuckin’ mouth, peña,” jack would reply with a heavy breath in your ear while he groped at your tit.

they kept up with that every so often. until javier was called back to columbia. it scared you. he was still one of your closest friends even if he was fucking you sideways every other week. he was always in over his head when it came to being in the field. you learned that when you saw the countless scars that littered his body, the same with jack.

you didn’t have it easy with two best friends that found it fun to get shot at for a living.

though, it made you feel extra good when they both showed up for you.

“you haven’t called,” you pouted. out of the corner of your eye you saw jack step up right next to the agent, reaching up to rub at your scalp.

“been busy,” he shot back, hands resting on either side of your thighs. “abbot told me you had a bad night.”

“you gotta stop giving these guys a chance, bunny,” jack says, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“‘t’s breakin’ my fuckin’ heart, baby,” javier drawls as if he had the right to be jealous over you. his head drooped down to mouth at your neck.

your eyes fluttered, looking over to jack who’s watching you with heart eyes. you almost wish you were wearing the dress from your date. as much as you acted annoyed, you loved how you got doted over by them. that, and occasionally ruined. it sort of made you feel better from the dread of being forever alone because of the very handsome roadblocks in your love life.

“not on purpose,” you mumble.

“oh, we know,” jack leans in to kiss your cheek. “no one’s mad at you…”

you can tell! with the way that javier’s lips are suctioned to your neck and jack’s fingers dragging down to slip into your mouth. this isn’t quite for you per se.

“talk to us,” javier says in that deep voice that caused heat to shoot down your body. “what happened, hm?”

a/n : i'm so excited for this u have no clue.

[rawkonig]

one-shot req! not sure if you write for the bad batch, but i can't ever stop thinking about sharing a blunt with crosshair during intimacy >:] ~ 🪱

anon you are ABSOLUTELY CORRECT.

crosshair loves to smoke. especially weed. it brings that peaceful drift that he never finds in his real life. so does being with you. you’re like his own personal drug, but being able to actually smoke around you and be himself— that was rare. he never found someone he was able to do that with. that was why you were a keeper.

in fact, you even shared with him, because when has a lil weed hurt anyone?

but the FIRST TIME you wanted to try it with him? oh you made him go absolutely crazy.

you were practically impaled on his cock, legs wrapped around his waist as he worked into you— face twisted in concentration. he was the quiet type during sex, much more keen on hearing you moan, making you repeat his name over and over like a mantra.

oh my gods and the way he would hover over you to grab his lighter, digging through the top drawer for a blunt. he’d act like nothing was happening as he flicked the lighter, placing the blunt between his lips as he dragged his hips, hand cupping over the lighter, creating a soft glow against his face. his abs and lean body were on full display, tense from all the movement. looking GODLY in the warm light of the fire.

you didn’t even have to ask, you just looking at him a certain way; jutting your chin out towards the blunt.

“yeah? you wanna try some baby?” he raised his eyebrow, looking down at you through hooded eyes as he took in one, long drag. he played with you, stilling his hips when he inhaled, dragging them slowly in as he exhaled, bottoming out completely when done.

“open,” he lightly tapped your cheek, blunt held between his fingers. he placed the blunt in your mouth gently, watching with hungry eyes as you inhaled, coughing lightly with a closed mouth before exhaling. all crosshair could do was look at you with pride, smirking as your body went slack around him.

dont even get me started about the way he’d fill his mouth with smoke, grabbing your jaw with his thumb and index finger, opening your mouth wide enough to lock lips— letting the smoke flow from his mouth into yours as he kissed you.

or or, he’d take a huge hit from the bowl and blow it on your pussy before he eats you out <333

there’s just so many possibilities <3

[littlebatx]

hi

[littlebatx]

fox becoming obsessed with fives’ gf!reader after killing him-

WHO SAID THAT.

[littlebatx]

as u guys know i’m a college student and we’re nearing the end of the semester ! i’ve grown really busy and need to focus on my schoolwork !

i promise i am still writing. i actually have something i’m working on right now that i think u all will reallllly like. but for the next few weeks i’m not gonna be posting as often as i have been. not going anywhere, just not as active as i usually am.

i will be back in full force once the semester is over which is late may.

pls be patient with requests ! i see and hear all of u !!!!! don’t think i’m ignoring u !

-🦇🤍

[littlebatx]

I started reading fanfics when I was just a kid. I spent years trying to find the best person to always read from, but I was never successful. Now that im an adult and I found you, I’m SURE I found my favorite one. I LIVE for your fics, thank you for everything

(‘:

wow.

thank u so so much. im so happy to have u here. im emo now bye love u

[littlebatx]

I’m literally obsessed with your account; I love you and your works! I need more pope headcanons- your word is literally canon to me🧎🏽‍♀️

and i love u !

the concept of them getting me in the studio for animal kingdom s7 to slut pope out

[littlebatx]

omgomg episode two on the quinn app WHERE GRANT IS TALKING TO IRIS AFTER HER BAD DATE kid you not I thought of you so fast I couldn’t stop saying toxic bf jack toxic bf jack!!!!!!!

im screaming. me too.

quinn writers were u lurking on littlebatx for inspo dont lie to me now …..

(my masterlist for those wanting to read the toxic!bsf jack works)

[littlebatx]

we have to get sleazier about javier peña as a community.

[littlebatx]

i am enamoured with your pope headcanons OUUUUU I LOVE

giggling love u

[littlebatx]

so do u guys think shawn has read the pathetic pope cody fics

[littlebatx]

“i’d pull your underwear to the side and… get on my knees-”

ok shawn hatosy. ok.

[littlebatx]

18+ minors dni

something something pervy!robby shoving his fingers in u immediately after u come home from the gym so he gets all the real sweat and musk from u when he licks his fingers clean ummmmmm

and hes all “god, im gonna stick my dick in there.. fuck, you’d like that? mhmm… i don’t like how ur tryna get rid of this..” while grabbing the fat on ur tummy. all because when he looks at it it reminds him of how full u look when he pumps u full of his cum…

he crosses the line when he starts huffing at ur underboob sweat. like when u start walking away shaking ur head at how ridiculously gross he is hes calling out to you like “what?!! what’d i do!! shit, you’re not going to shower are u? fuck nononono” and then picking u up from behind with his arms around ur torso, kicking ur feet like crazy so u cant get in there

yeah i really havent thought about it much …

[littlebatx]

it being age gap… i planned this

YES I WILL BE WRITING FOR GRANT BEFORE U PPL ASK … i know u 🫵👁️👁️

[littlebatx]

buzziest photos of him me thinks

[littlebatx]

18+ minors dni

for 1k followers… let’s explore the hatosy brothers getting head !

characters featured : (jack abbot, andrew “pope” cody, titus danforth, brett richards, sammy bryant)

(content : f reader, age gap with abbot and richards, touching urself with popey, titus being a meany pants and slapping your bratty ass, sammy is a little loser. google doc link with bigger text at the bottom.)

dr. jack abbot md :

“fuck, bun, you that hungry?” jack mocks with his hand on the back of your head, forcing your head up and down on his cock.

this nasty son of a bitch. or, maybe that’s you. you can’t really figure out who’s in control here. you waited by the door around the time you knew he would come home. you didn’t really care if he was exhausted or not. when you saw his face, you were on him.

“alright- al- woah, girl!” he says in shock every second you pull away.

you find yourself sinking to your knees, looking up at him with that dumb little look that made his brain all mush. what a lucky old man he was getting treated so nicely after such a long shift by such a pretty young thing. he swallowed down any signs of protests he wanted to give. a shower could wait.

you pulled the string of his scrubs and they shimmied down to pool around his shoes. it took a little more force to pull his boxers off. he looked a little ashamed, his cock not hard enough yet. couldn’t even look at you. but you didn’t care. slurrrrping his soft dick right through your lips, you suck on the squishy skin.

he’s fuckin’ stumbling back into the front closed door like he was lightheaded. the tingles of the stimulation you were giving him was bringing him to life. you were feeling him harden in your mouth and you knew you were done for.

when you saw him look down finally, the power was back in his eyes. and that’s when he began dragging your head baaack and forth, enjoying the feeling of your throat fluttering each time you gag. that gluck gluck gluck echoed in the foyer of your shared home. he pulled your head back for moment, the stringy saliva still connecting your mouth with his wet dick.

“drooling like a little slut,” jack mumbles, wiping the spit from your chin. “taste yummy?”

“mhm,” you nod, voice all raspy.

“i can tell,” he teased, slapping his cock against your cheek before sliding back inside. “theeeere ya go. won’t let you go without for too long.”

andrew “pope” cody :

“ohh, i don’t know about this…” andrew’s voice is shuddering as his head shakes back and forth.

“popey,” you drawl, your hands running up and down his shaft. you were knelt between his legs as he sat on the couch. down there for ten minutes trying to convince him to let you take him in your throat.

“baby, i don’t know…”

ignoring his protests, you sliiiide your tongue right up from the underside of his shaft to swirling around his pink tip. his words were interrupted by a guttural groan. his spine arched from the tingles of pleasure running through his body.

“just relaaaax,” you mumble, sticking your tongue out and relaxing your jaw to take him all the way in. you steadied your breathing to prevent you from gagging around him already.

but he can’t relax. not when you’re staring up at him with hungry eyes. he’s not sure where to put his hands. on your hand on his thigh? on your head? he fears if he does that, he may not be able to control what he does with it.

your mouth was so warm for him. close to the feeling of your pussy… it was different. like if your pussy was alive, moving how it wants.

the only way he knew how to calm himself down even a little bit was to tilt his head back, staring up at the flickering light of your shared apartment. he kept telling you he would fix it. it was bothering your eyes. and the buzzing was keeping you up. maybe tomorrow he’d go to the hardware store and-

oh god.

his eyes shot down once your pretty moans interrupted his thoughts. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. your eyes were squeezed shut, dick shoved to the hilt in your mouth, and your hand down your pajama shorts, hips grinding into your palm.

you were getting off on this just as much as he was.

his whole body tensed at the sight. he had to or else he’d fill your belly real fuckin’ quick. the pressure of his belly hurt, his eyes watering to try and keep it down.

you were truly gonna kill him if you continued like this.

sir. titus danforth :

“you fucking brat.”

your head flies to the side from the force of his hand across your cheek. you should give it right back to him for that disrespect. but the smile growing on your lips tells him you enjoy it. the stinging and the mean words that tumble from his lips.

you were kinda fucked in the head for it. he was worse.

“that all you got, old man?” you spudder out once he grabs your chin and yanks you back to meet his narrowed gaze. “no wonder you’re not in charge.”

that’s where you fucked up.

his hand grabbed onto your shoulder and pushed you down, your knees hitting the beautiful wooden floor with a crack. he observed your face to silently make sure you were still okay. you were dazed, but good dazed. like he was all you needed.

with one hand gripping your hair, the other unbuckled his expensive belt, letting his pants fall to the ground.

“all you are is a fuckin’ mouth,” he rasps, shaking his head with a tsk tsk tsk. he pushes the hem of his boxers down, pulling his hard dick out with a harsh pump. “always expect me to be the one to fill it. i’m a busy man, y’know that? i don’t have time to shut you up every goddamn hour.”

that’s a lie. it’s his favorite part of his days.

with a muffled squeal he shoves his cock right into your loose jaw, already getting to work to slide your head back and forth.

“mm, yeah, you fuckin’ like it,” titus chuckles, moving his hips like he was fucking your pussy. how he liked it. “drooling all over it… this all you good for? suckin’ fat cock?”

you shake your head to the best of your ability though the bruising grip he had on the hair close to your scalp.

“i’m not buyin’ it,” he huffs. “you’re so good at it, makes this ‘old man’ believe otherwise.”

a sob sputters some spit out from around your full mouth which only makes you gag. your throat grows tighter and spurs him on. you’ve got no control here, just your crying eyes to make him closer to blowing his load.

any other person would run.

you were right where you wanted to be.

chief brett richards : 

the poor guy’s been working for too many decades. you can’t even fathom it. he never imagined himself ending up with someone so much younger to him. with all that smoke inhalation and years of heavy lifting, he wasn’t full of much energy like the guys closer to your age. luckily, you were fine with spending the night winding down in bed with him and watching TV.

he was up against the backboard, you curled up lower with your head resting on his soft lower belly. his hand scratched at your scalp just as he would do for the few cats you two have adopted. no wonder he was the favorite.

over time, he found you getting a little lower. a little too restless.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asks with a smirk, his big hand rubbing your head once your hand paws at his sweatpants.

you hum without an answer and push the grey fabric down to meet face to face with his soft cock. he wasn’t wearing boxers. always said it was too constricting. it was good for you. you place it right into your warm mouth, laying your head back down on his belly. his tummy fluttered once he felt the occasional soft sucks.

you seemed to have a oral fixation, especially with him. his fingers, his arms, his neck. he let you, watching with a lopsided teethy grin.

his hand moved down to stroke your back. what a good little thing, helping the chief relax after a long day. he was so grateful for you. even more since this seemed to help you too.

“you okay, dollface?” he asks in a deep voice that vibrated your ear. he was so sweet and caring that it made you want to cry.

“mhm,” you nod, letting his hardening cock fall out of your mouth and flop on his pelvis. your finger drags up a prominent vein that was shimmering from the saliva coating his length. he shuddered. “just like feeling you, i guess…”

“alright, well, go ahead then,” brett whispers softly, twirling a strand of your hair around his thick middle finger. your tongue darted out to suck him back in. he watches the back of your skull with hearts in his eyes. “you make me so happy, y’know that, honey?”

his soft voice had your mind growing all fuzzy.

“so happy.”

officer sammy bryant :

“i don’t wanna hear it,” you shake your head. your heels clacked on the tiled ground as you stomped through the police station, dragging you idiotic boyfriend right behind you.

“baby, i’m sorry!” sammy tries to apologize. “i really didn’t forget, i swear! we’ve just been really busy today!”

“yeah, you looked it.”

he didn’t seem to mind all of his coworkers watching him being walked like a bad dog on a collar in his own workplace. it was sort of his fault anyways. because he did forget the date he planned for you that afternoon. what made it worse was you just had to have walked into the precinct the second he was sat at his desk munching on a cookie that one of the other cops’ wife had brought in. caught red handed with crumbs all over his uniform.

he followed behind, feet stumbling over themselves as your acrylic french nails dug into his hand. you looked so pretty he just wanted you to accept his apology so he could spoil you until morning.

finding one of the empty storage closets, you practically threw him inside, slamming the door shut behind you. he leaned up against one of the shelves, accidentally knocking a few of the cleaning products onto the ground,

“please forgive me, please,” he begged, watching you turn around with low patience in your eyes. “we can still go! it’s not too-”

“late?” you finish his sentence off short. “no, officer bryant. it actually is too late. the restaurant is closed. and i’m starving.”

he’s really fucked now.

“so what you’re gonna do is drop your pants and fill my stomach,” you point your finger at his chest. “or i’m gonna be really fuckin’ pissed.”

“baby, i uh… this is my job and-”

you raise an eyebrow. that really gets him moving.

scrambling to get his belt off, as well as his holster by the time you dropped down to your knees, he threw it to the ground to free his already hard dick for your open mouth. he lets you take him deep, hand on his thighs preventing him from moving. a strangled moan escaped his throat, his hands struggling to find balance against the shelves.

he could hear things falling all around him but he didn’t care. he couldn’t care.

“gooooood, i’m so sorry.. fuck! baby- baby, please please… i feel like such an i-idiot…”

“you are an idiot,” you pull away for a second to say.

“i know, i know… a big idiot… just.. just do whatever you w-want, okay! whatever! i can take it!”

biiiig mistake. he would pay for this all night. and the rest of the week.

(google doc link)

a/n : thank u all again for 1k. i love u all.

[littlebatx]

18+ minors dni

toxic bsf!jack abbot who fucks u in the bathroom of your boyfriend's apartment during a party.

you asked him if it was okay if you invited jack. you didn't know any of his friends.

he barely even paid attention to you once all of those nameless friends piled. hurt your feelings. jack could tell.

"poor baby giiiirl," he cooed in your ear as he bent you over the sink, nestling his nose into your cheek. "so mean, isn't he? daddy's got you bunny, don't cry.. don't cry over him... you okay?"

you choke on your words, drool leaking from your lips. "mhm.. o-okay..."

he smooshes a big wet kiss into your wet cheek.

"atta girl... mm, my pretty baby... all jackie's right?"

"y-yeah... uhhh huhhh.."

"good girl," jack chuckles low, glancing up to watch your ruined face in the mirror. "let em hear you. don't hold back on me..."

safe to say after that, your boyfriend ended things pretty quickly once you embarrassed him in front of his friends. don't worry though! your good toxic bsf!jack abbot will guide you riiiight through this break up. just as he did with all the others before...