In which a super powered, enchanted axe carrying girl with anger issues and an attachment disorder is recruited to save the world.
Or
"You are really messed up,huh?"
"Yep,"
Or
"The things we do for love, aye baby doll?"
waylon jones x female!oc...
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Trash littered the street, lights flickered on and off, creating a weird ominous feel. Asya was shouldering her axe, quietly; she was thinking. She hasn't had an actually conversation with Waylon. Maybe it was because he was being quiet or he was mad at her because she didn't come back. Were Asya and Waylon okay? Asya didn't know. She huffed out and trudged to Croc.
"Hey.....are we okay?" Asya asked looking down at her golden converses.
Waylon grunted," We was never okay. Imma six foot crocodile and you're a zombie; we're all types of fucked up,"
"Are you upset.....that I left?" Asya whispered to him, ashamed of herself. She didn't mean to leave.
"What do you think?" Croc growled, rhetorically and Asya stopped in her movements.
Waylon left Asya behind without a second thought. He was annoyed; she can't just pretend what happen between them didn't happen.
》》》
Asya laid down quietly looking up at the grimy celling of Waylon's containment.
"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Waylon quired after coming out the water. The water clang ever-so nicely to his skin making Asya's stomach pool with heat.
"You," She whispered, lowly and seductively, batting her eyes.
Croc stared at the pale girl as she advanced towards him, slowly. They meet in the middle. Asya slid her hands up Waylon's broad chest, teasingly. She batted her eyes up at him sweetly before placing her lips on his. Waylon grunted against Asya's cold lips and pulled back slightly and Asya whimpered.
"Why'd you pull away?" Asya asked as the six foot man walked away from her and sat on the disheveled couch with a groan. Asya walked over to Croc and placed both legs on either side of Waylon's legs, straddling him. Asya started to adjust herself on his lap. Waylon groaned and his hands flew to her hips, trying to stop her movements.
"Don't do that," He growled-er-groaned, his words falling on deaf ears as Asya rocked her hips back and forth against Waylon's lap, with a smirk playing on her lips.
"I know you like it," She whispered huskily, " 'Cause I like it too," Asya's pale lips trailed up and down his neck, adding to the sensation of her grinding onto his lap. Croc didn't want this to go where it was going, he could hurt her and he didn't want that but, he was in complete bliss and he didn't know if he wanted to stop.
Asya sped up her pace and Waylon's hips buckled into hers, his grip on Asya's hips tightening. His claws were digging into her skin and blood was dripping from her hips. Croc felt the liquid drip onto his hands and he opened his eyes. He pulled his hands away from Asya's hips to look at them and saw the red liquid.
