#freakshow x male reader

[abbyfmc]

Yandere ¡Freak! x ¡Female! Reader:

Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, murder, yandere behavior, obsessive love, etc.

His name will be Axel (A/N: nothing special with the name, I just picked one at random).

He was in the circus from a very young age; from childhood; he was probably born to parents who worked in one, or started working in one recently as an adult. Depending on his condition, disability or extraordinary ability; He can have different jobs in his role such as: magician, fortune teller, acrobat, illusionist, singer and musician, trapeze artist, dancer, clown, mime, beast tamer, etc.

May have a different rank, status or type of treatment in the circus, depending on the context.

He loves for you to watch his acts at the circus, and if he is in a freestanding tent, he will LOVE it when you go to see his act.

He always does his best in his shows, especially if you are there.

If he is a fairly respected freak: He will get along well with most, or all, of his peers; he would be treated with respect and would use this to put on a friendly facade. *6.1. If he is a fairly discriminated freak: He would be the classic marginalized person that everyone avoids, does not take into account or mistreats, and because of that, he would see you as a light that he does not want to let go under any circumstances.

I have always seen various types of freaks in these kinds of circuses/fairs/carnivals; among them are: *7.1. He who is missing one or more limbs: Has difficulty walking due to the absence of one or more limbs. *7.2. The one with unusual size: He could be someone with gigantism or dwarfism (N/A: something that today would not be the case). *7.3. The one with rubber bones: He is very flexible. His works or shows are mostly acrobats, dancers, trapeze artists, etc.; although sometimes he can work as clowns or something like that, depending on his talents and abilities. *7.4. The one with superhuman strength: They are usually men whose muscles are very resistant and noticeable, being able to lift very heavy people and objects. *7.5. The miserable: Maybe he has malformations on the face or body. They treat him horribly and contemptuously, while they push Axel aside or avoid him. *7.6. Conjoined twins: Axel and his possible sibling/twin are twins who were born almost completely formed, except that they were born attached to each other either on the side of the hip; by the back; through the abdomen, or, they were born with two heads on the same body. It may be the case that only one twin is a yandere(Axel) and the other is not, which would lead to big fights and arguments between them; On the other hand, if they are both yanderes, they would fight or argue about what to do or how to approach you and get your attention, as well as how to eliminate their love rivals.

Whatever his physical condition or ability, he will not tolerate humiliation and ridicule coming from you, because for him, it would be like a very strong betrayal.

He can also be some mythological creature (if we use fantasy themes) such as an angel; a demon; naga/lamia; mermaid/merman, or some kind of faun, centaur, etc. You can have different types of dealings with the caretaker/tamer of beasts/mythological creatures.

HE HATES it when you leave the circus at the end of each performance, or when you like another show or act more than his own.

He would hate for others to notice or make fun of you.

He would also hate that you are with friends, and that you go with them and not with him/her.

He would appreciate your gifts, cheers, applause, compliments and praise from the audience. Axel would really value it.

If he needs a volunteer for his shows, Axel would choose you as long as he didn't involve you in dangerous acts.

If you are a freak like him and you are part of the circus, he would spy on you when you are in your tent, dressing room or rehearsing a show; In addition to being very jealous and obsessive, to the point of not letting others talk to you.

When the circus leaves for another city, he would then beg for you to go with him and if you refuse, he would kidnap you.

If it's a circus in the style of the songs "Dark Wood Circus" or "Circus Monster", then it occurs to me that Axel could have been kidnapped as a child, and was forced to be a freak; and whatever they surgically did to his body, he is forced to perform in shows (so as not to receive punishment) and you would be like a light in the middle of his hell, so he would become obsessed with you . If the circus kidnaps you, they would try to force you to be with them.

In a Dark Wood Circus style context, he would come to see you in your cage, talk to you, and if someone hurts you, Axel will swear to himself that he will kill your attacker without mercy and that… one day they could escape to a better world together.

Otherwise, he will NOT let you run away from the circus…or from him. -The end. So, what do you think about this?

[denim-devil]

Kinktober Day 4 - Facefucking

Pairings - Jimmy Darling x Male reader

A/N - Kinktober is finally here! Here is Day one, I really hope you enjoy reading as much as enjoyed writing, can’t wait to write more!!

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You really were as beautiful as the townsmen claimed, Jimmy had front row seats to your beauty, fuck he was captivated by you, the way you confidently perched yourself on your knees, how your supple lips easily wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t think straight, didn’t even allow himself to, how could he, you were so damn fucking pretty for him on your knees. Your wet eyes glittered underneath the ambient lighting of his secluded caravan, tears slipped down your flushed cheeks adding a depth to you, to your beauty.

Jimmy watched you hungrily bob your head, each time lowering yourself until your lips were met with the base of his girth. You steadied yourself by gripping his thighs, your choking becoming more frequent.

“So pretty peaches, all for me- fuck” the nickname almost sent you into overdrive, he was so fucking sweet to you and it had your brain become mush, his dick the only thing you wanted to attend to because fuck…Jimmy Darling was something else.

You began to pick up a rhythm once Jimmy settled into his seat, his much larger hands gripping both sides of your head, using you to get himself off, he usually wasn’t this selfish but you brought it out in him, how could he not be selfish when you were so giving.

Saliva not only coated his cock but your chin too, the gaps at the corners of your lips allowing easy flow for the bodily fluid to slip and spill, you were lucky though, Jimmy loved it messy, judging by his smirk you could tell so.

“Those men were right- fuck; your just so cock hungry, what the fuck have I been missin’ doll?”

He was such a dirty fucker, his words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, had the ache between your legs grow, blossoming into an erection, you were such a fucking slut even his words had you rutting into his leg.

Jimmy wiggled his leg against you before using his hands to cage your head in, holding you in place. You gagged, squeezing your eyes shut allowing tears to slip past your soaked lashes, joining the spit that bubbled slowly down your slick chin.

You were a mess, but Jimmy loved it, he loved it a little too much. Your cheeks were pinker now, almost fucked out but you kept going, allowing Jimmy to lazily rock your head back and forth.

“So close Peaches, you're doin’ so well, promise” he softly groaned which motivated your movements. He began to twitch on your tongue which spurred you to pull away softly with a “pop” before greedily wrapping a hand around his slick member.

You flick your wrist slowly, watching the skin lap over his angry, deep, velvet-red tip.

One.

Two.

Three.

Holding your mouth open, you dangle your tongue allowing each spurt of his load to land on the wet muscle. Jimmy couldn’t look away, his eyes watering, lips parting to allow his trapped moans out, now this is a sight he’d never forget.

“So fuckin’- fuckin’ pretty”

[lcnelyghost]

this is for Dandy, yet again. i think i’m becoming obsessed with him..ANYWAYS.

Dandy with fem reader or gn reader. what im thinking is that the reader is a new hire in Dandy’s favorite shop. the shop could be anything you’d think would suit him best, in my opinion it’s a candy shop. Dandy gets a little irritated because the reader isn’t fast enough like the other because she/they are new. as time goes on, he starts to look forward to seeing her/them almost everyday.

side note: i feel that Dandy’s demeanor would change from annoyed and whiny to more shy and cautious. he would smile more as time goes on and would act more gentle towards the reader.

another side note: i believe that Dandy is capable of having a mature relationship. i see a lot of people making him way too whiny and childish when you can see he’s smart enough to know things and clever enough to execute a mass murder.

that’s it, i hope it’s detailed enough but not too much that u can’t add your own twist or dazzle to it!

i’ll take you to the candy shop//dandy mott

pairings; dandy mott, female reader

rating; pg!!

warnings; slight harsh language

a/n; don’t blame me for taking a quick look at the lyrics from ‘candy shop’ by 50 cent lol. also, i fucking LOVE this idea.

You’re first day on the job. Great. Now, you hadn’t really fully thought about working here when you saw this place. Right enough, it was one of very few places that someone like you, a young adult, could be reminded of their childhood and think about the wonderful memories they had when they were a kid.

Candy Land Central. That was the name of this glorious place you now found yourself working in. It was full of the town’s most delicious (and expensive) candy, sweet treats, everything to satisfy a person’s tastebuds. It wasn’t everyday people got the opportunity to take a job in a store like this. But you decided to roll with it, and gladly chose to begin you’re service here.

It didn’t seem too hard. You’re boss, Larry, seemed nice enough. He ran you through some small things on what not to do but it wasn’t a lot. Don’t give out free candy, don’t let any kids past the till, make sure customers are asked if they have any allergies, etc, etc.

You could handle it. Perhaps it would be a little hard finding different candy, seeing as everything was all just scattered around in random areas, but you’d manage. Surely the customers wouldn’t be that much of a handful… right?

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You were currently serving a little girl about seven or eight-ish. She had her dark brown hair tied up in pigtails accompanied with bright red ribbons. She was a tiny little thing who could barely reach the top of the counter. She smiled brightly at you as she requested two bags of fizzy cola bottles, handing you a dollar and peering at all the rainbow coloured candies behind you. Just as you gave her what she’d payed for, a young man walked in.

He looked about you’re age. He looked around the place in amazement, a rather large grin began to creep onto his face. You waved the little girl you’d just served goodbye as she skipped past the man, chewing on her gummies. The man gave a soft smile at her excitement before stepping up to the counter and staring right at you.

His attitude quickly changed when he laid his eyes upon you. He raised a brow, skeptically looking you up and down. He cleared his throat and looked away for a second.

“Uh, hi there. I’ll take three bags of blueberry bon bons, two bars of Mr Lockheart’s coated caramel chocolate, and a packet of bubbalicious please.” You nodded at his request and began searching around the place.

He was quick to notice the samples of fudge chocolate chunks you were handing out to kids. You turned around just in time to see him helping himself to a few.

“Oh, sorry sir.. those are for the kids only..” You politely told him. He watched as you put the box of the chocolate chunks further behind the counter.

You looked at him again and the two of you had a sort of awkward, staring moment. He just blinked, confused.

“What kind of bon bons did you want again?” You asked. He scoffed lightly and looked away from you.

“I won’t be repeating myself.” The young man huffed. Before you tried to remember what he’d asked for again, a few kids walked in.

“Bubbalicious!! I love bubbalicious!!” One of the little boys that came in screamed. You laughed wholeheartedly at how all the kids faces lit up when they entered the store. And the man you were serving scowled even further.

“Sorry guys, i’ve only got one packet left.” You frowned. You watched as the same little boy who came in ecstatic began to look quite upset.

“Cmon Jerry, we’ll just get em next time.” Another boy said, putting a hand on the smaller one’s shoulder.

“Hold on a little second there guys! Sir, would you mind if I give this last pack to that boy.. you can come back tomorrow and i’ll give you a freebie if you’d like?” You whispered to him. He looked back at the little boy and had a look of sympathy on his face. Though, not exactly any ordinary sympathy. Mock sympathy..

And as you prayed the young man would give the gum to you’re other little customer, he slammed his money on the counter and smirked wickedly.

“No.”

You looked at him in shock. He took his other items before leaving and smugly waved the pack of bubblegum in front of the now crying child.

“Prick…”

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You were in the middle of closing up when you’re boss sneakily popped up behind you.

“Y/n! Hey!” Larry said cheerfully. You calmed yourself after getting a fright from his sudden appearance in the room.

“Christ Larry, don’t do that!” You giggled. He grinned before plopping a gummy strawberry into his mouth.

“Ah, relax. You’ll get used to me playing the old tricks on ya!” Larry laughed.

“Hm. I suppose you do tend to do that often. Julie says you were quite the prankster around here..” You giggled again. Julie, who was you’re co-worker, had also had the chance to meet you. She was nice, yet you both had barely any shifts together on the same days.

“So, how was you’re first day?” Larry asked, biting into a delicious piece of creamy fudge. The best of the best, might I add.

“Yeah, it was alright. I’m still trying to work my way around. The kids were good though. Hey uh.. can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” Larry said, slightly wondering if you were maybe going to quit soon. It would be sad if you left. He thought you were a rather lovely young woman. And he certainly wouldn’t mind becoming good friends with you.

“This guy came in earlier. Looked about 6’0, brunette, hair in a perfect middle shed, really nice looking guy but he appeared to be quite rich if you’d ask me. Anyway, he was a bit of a dick to one of the kids. Seemed more like a kid himself to be honest.” You sighed. Larry tutted before offering you a bit of fudge.

“He’s sort of a regular here. I haven’t personally spoken to him but by what i’ve heard, he probably wouldn’t be up for a conversation with me anyhow.” Larry lit a cigarette and you thought about the situation deeper.

“He was fine when he came in. He almost seemed happy watching the kids enjoying their treats. But he switched up so fast.. almost as though he was like, I don’t know.. distracted.. You trailed off, glancing at you’re watch and signalling to Larry that it was time for you to leave.

“See ya later kiddo!”

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After a good night’s sleep, you were ready to go back to work. It was early doors but people still came in around at this time.

When the first customer arrived, you didn’t really know how to react when you saw who it was.

The same young man from yesterday returned to the store, looking much more cheerful from what he looked the last time he came in.

He walked over to you with a bright smile on his face, you returned it for the sake of you’re job.

“Hello there, again..” He spoke softly. You lifted a few of you’re fingers up that were resting on top of the counter, doing a slight half assed wave.

“I’m terribly sorry for yesterday. I behaved like an absolute.. um, jackass to that little boy..” He admitted. You looked at him with compassion. You hated yourself for things like this. You’d always been so damn nice, and for what?

Though truth is, this man never had any intention of apologising. If someone wanted a matter resolved with him, they should be the one to apologise first. That was just how it worked with this particular young man.

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Yesterday, 6:55pm:

“Darling, if you have any interest in this girl, you’ll have to show much more maturity. Perhaps she’s quite into a gentleman who has a heart for young children rather than disturbing them.” Mrs Mott explained to her only son, Dandy. He was stomping all over the place in the dining room and looked rather unsettled.

“Why should I say sorry!!! I was the one who asked for the damn bubblegum in the first place!” Dandy yelled back, taking out the packet he had in his pocket before flaunting it and chucking it to wherever the hell it went in the room.

“Language dear. Most women love nothing more than a kind, gentle, caring man. Someone who looks out for not just them, but others. Show her you’re soft side Dandy. Pull her in with affection. Not showing off..”

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“Here,” Dandy said, taking a few dollars from his wallet as he tucked them safely in you’re hand. “Give this to the boy from yesterday. Make sure he gets whatever he’d like with them.”

“Oh sir.. I really don’t think that’s necessary…” You told him, astonished.

“No, no! Please, I insist. Even get a little something for yourself…” Dandy grinned, placing even more money in you’re hands.

“My god.. why thank you so much!” You beamed. He lit up at you’re facial expression and looked as happy as you were.

“I’m Y/n by the way!” You giggled, shaking his hand.

“Very nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Dandy Mott.”

“Would you like the same as yesterday, Dandy?” You smiled. He looked at you, slowly tilting his head.

“You remembered?” He chuckled. You nodded excitedly and felt the heat burning in you’re cheeks.

“Go ahead then, same as yesterday.” Dandy winked. You quickly rushed all over the place to collect what he wanted.

“Here you are! And uh, please…take it free of charge.”

Dandy smiled sweetly at you before nodding and gathering his things.

“Well, I hope to be seeing you around, Y/n. Ta, ta for now!” He called out. You yelled back a quick goodbye before sighing happily.

You were certain you’d be seeing more of Dandy. And now, you sure as hell knew that you weren’t gonna mind.

[taintandviolent]

Star of the Show - Jimmy Darling x Reader

warnings: dub-con, drug usage, unprotected sex, orgy, smut (female and male receiving), reader x multiple partners (Amazon Eve and Jimmy Darling). a/n: 3k words! basically, this is uh - y'know. inspired by the orgy scene in Freakshow. this is... shamelessly also me dipping my toes into an Amazon Eve x reader fic because big tall lady make the brain go brrrrrr. that's all I can say about myself here okay? shh. also this was written after a very long bout of writer's block and exhaustion, so i'm rusty and clunky. apologies.

full fic & taglist under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! /

Warm sun filtered in through the canvas, warming your exposed limbs. Lids peeling apart, your first visual was red and white stripes, and the second visual was your own body. You’d woken up in nothing but a satin robe that didn’t belong to you. Still muzzy from sleep and whatever else you’d done, you stumbled around to find your dress and thankfully, it had been thoughtfully draped over a nearby bench. You replaced it with the robe, and made your way outside, pushing the flaps of the tent aside.

You weren’t sure how it started, or what was said specifically to cause your lapse in morals. Normally, you’d never do something like that. Honest. In fact, you were always such a good girl that if you ran home and told your friends what you thought you’d done, none of them would believe you. Not you, they’d titter. You can’t even tell a fella that you think he’s cute!

Last night, once the crowds had cleared the field, leaving nothing but crumpled tickets and popcorn bags, you remember wandering into the main tent. They were all there, the freaks. You remembered the way they’d looked at you, all of them smiling dangerously at you as you stood in your pretty mint-green sundress. For whatever reason, you’d been persuaded to take one, maybe two, maybe three, hits of whatever the nice German lady had offered to you - and that’s where it all went wrong. Or perhaps where it all went right. You didn’t remember much else after that.

Shading your eyes from the sun, you peered out into the fairgrounds. They were empty, save for the smaller tents and caravans that encircled the main big-top tent. Dabbing at your forehead with the back of your hand, you trudged through the high grasses. An eerie feeling settled over your shoulders, sending a chill down your spine despite the heat.

What had happened last night? You racked your brain. Tent full of people… German lady… that guy. The handsome guy with the … oh. Jimmy. His name was Jimmy.  

As you rounded the corner, recalling the most you had since you’d stumbled out into the morning, coincidentally, he was there. Across the field, The Lobster Boy bent down to hoist a heavy-looking bag over his shoulder before straightening back up. He caught your gaze with a grin and winked. The boyish charm he presented skilfully extracted a carnal reaction from your body. Suddenly, you remembered a whole lot more.

Last night…

As someone undressed you, carefully, you stared up at the massive inside of the tent. It seemed to go on forever. You had been looking at - no, gazing dreamily at the world through a sheer, white curtain, like the ones your mother hung up during the summer time; the ones that fluttered in the hot breeze and seemed to make the air that filtered through smell sweeter. Everyone was moving slower than they should have, and you leaned your head back on the curve of the chair, inhaling a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

It felt like there were a dozen hands on you, petting you, skimming the ticklish flesh of your inner thighs and the crooks of your arms. Some of them were cold, some of them were clammy, and some of them felt like they didn’t belong to humans. Everyone was murmuring and someone called you an angel. You threw your head in the direction of the sound, hoping you smiled. Another person caressed your cheek, cupping it tenderly. You hmm’ed in adoration, trying desperately to discern figures. You’d never felt so venerated in your life; everyone was obsessed with you. The star of the show. 

One figure that you could recognise, solely because of the height of them was Eve. Amazon Eve. The tallest woman you’d ever seen, and possibly the most beautiful. She, who you had immediately taken a liking to during the show, was now caressing your bare chest. The delicately explorative way that she handled your breasts, rolling your nipples in her thumb and index finger made you whimper in delight, squirming helplessly on the chair. She pressed a few delicate kisses along your jawline before pulling away to look at you, letting her hands ghost over your exposed flesh. She softly trailed her fingers along your ribs and your sides, fluttered over your hips and neared your centre before sweeping back up along your stomach. Your lids drifted shut, revelling in the sensation.

“Little pretty thing,” she said, very close to your ear. Your brows lifted high on your forehead, pathetically trying to pull your eyelids open again. Eventually, the seal broke and you looked around, focusing gradually.

She was above you with one knee on the chaise, towering like a building. A building that smelled like cherries and flowers. Behind her, blurred dots of string lights, framing her like a picture. She had a pretty face and a warm hand that stroked the side of your cheek. She leaned down, pressing her lips against yours. You melted, wrapping your arms around her soft neck to bring yourself closer, and deeper into her mouth. You’d never really thought of kissing a woman, but the warm, honeyed way that she tasted had you craning your neck to follow her as she straightened up, wanting more.

Eve leaned down, kissing you again. Her large, soft hands dipped in between your legs, and as soon as she felt the slippery warmth that met her fingertips, she looked off to someone. For a fiery moment, her middle finger encircled your clit, sending shivering waves through your body. But too quickly, the moment ended, and her hands gripped your wrists, fingers overlapping as she pulled them from her neck.

“My friend Jimmy is gonna’ take care of you now. Okay, sweetheart?” As she moved off the chair, she brought your hands down to your sides where you flattened them against the textured velvet. You babbled, protesting her leaving, but she shushed you with a single finger, assuring you that she’d be right there. You didn’t want her to – a thought that tantalized you. She was so gentle, but so commanding in her motions. 

At the sound of a belt buckle clanking, your head lolled sleepily to the side, lids heavy. Jimmy? Jiiiiiiimmmy…. you tried to remember who Jimmy was, but your mind was far too busy sounding out the name syllable by syllable, repeating it over and over again like a mantra to even conjure up any mental pictures. Thankfully, standing behind her was an attractive man with thick fingers. Long fingers. But something looked off.

You lifted your head off the chair and blinked heavily, giving him a woozy, half lidded look. His caramel locks were separated with sweat, a few stray strands hanging in front of his brow. You blinked again, clearing your vision. Open pants hung at his hips. Fused fingers wrapped around the base of a thick, red-tipped cock, hand pumping it slowly to keep it hard. Though, as soon as he saw you, naked and sprawled out on one of Elsa’s luxurious chaise lounges, with your legs falling open slightly to expose your cunt, he had little issue with that. 

C’mere, doll face.

He closed in the distance between you two, letting his erection guide him like a compass to what it wanted most. Another man and Jimmy exchanged some words that you couldn’t understand. Frustrated by the lack of attention, you reached out for him sloppily, like a sleepy child. Your hand slapped the air until it found the warm fabric of his cotton undershirt.

“F-feels…. mmmff…”

He chuckled at your avidity, glancing down at you. “Alright, baby, alright…”

You looked dreamily up at him, wanting him to fall on top of you and shower you in kisses. He had the darkest eyes you’d ever seen. The darkest eyes. Like two cups of black coffee, warm and inviting.

Jimmy’s thumb found its way into your mouth, pulling your bottom jaw down to make room for his cock. With peaked brows, you mewled dreamily, wrapping your lips around his single digit and sucking hard. His skin was salty, the sweat of the day settling in the creases of his hands.

“Ohh, god damn - you’re so eager…. Suck on this instead, huh?”

Again, he used this thumb to manipulate your jaw, tugging on it. You opened it further, your tongue lolling out hungrily. The corners of your mouth were pulled upwards; you felt so good, so light and breezy. He was so handsome and you’d do whatever he wanted you to.

You blinked, watching as his cock neared closer. You’d never given a man a blowjob before. For a brief moment, your eyes were wide, pupils dilating in concern, but as soon as the head of Jimmy’s cock was hot against your tongue and warm, salty pearls of pre-cum oozing from the tip, glistening and catching the reflections of the string lights from above, you eased into the action. Your mouth stayed open, as Jimmy was the one guiding his dick inside, knowing full well you didn’t have the strength to do it yourself.

Your lids drifted shut. For a second, he felt bad. You were real out of it, but before he had a chance to dwell on it, a wanton haze consumed him as your pretty lips closed around the blisteringly hot tip, your precious flushed cheeks caving in. Inside, your tongue caressed the slit, lapping up the pre-cum like it was ice cream. You hummed around his cock as he began pumping it in and out. You may have been out of it, but boy were you going at his cock. Your tongue flattened against the thick vein on the underside of his cock, rubbing at it.

He groaned low in his throat, caressing the underside of your jaw, all the while resisting the urge to bring his hand to the back of your head and guide his cock deeper into your mouth. He was weak with arousal. In truth, he was almost embarrassed at how badly he wanted to lose it in your pink, waiting mouth.

“Baby, baby….” Jimmy’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his lids fluttering helplessly as you sucked. You mewled again, the vibrations sending a shockwave through his cock. He bucked his hips in and out of your mouth, focusing hard on the way that your plush, soft lips popped over the head every time he pulled back.

“Take her, Jimmy,” someone said. It was a male’s voice, low and gruff, a slight accent to it.

Though you didn’t know who the voice belonged to, Jimmy hurriedly obeyed it. Whether or not he wanted to stop, the reality was that you had him wound up too tight; he was ready to bust and needed to quickly change positions before the inevitable happened. Sucking in a deep breath, he withdrew his cock from your mouth. Long, sticky strands of saliva and cum strung from your lips, dribbling onto your chin. Moving quickly, Jimmy took hold of his cock and crawled onto the chaise, on top of you, looking fixedly down at your form. You hadn’t quite recovered from the position change, and needed a little help; he let go of his cock, gently pressing his fingers into your cheek, and pulling it to face him. You blinked a few times, before smiling brightly.

“ H-hii …..” You breathed, woozy. “Hi Jimmy…” You were very proud of the fact that his name came out normal. In your current state, it felt like an arduous task. “Hi Jimmy,” you said again, delighted. You laughed girlishly, and Jimmy felt a pulsing heat in his groin. He hadn’t heard a sound as sweet as that in years.

“Hey, baby…” He smiled crookedly at you. Warm and soft like honey. “You want this?”

You knew what he was asking. Your weighted gaze dropped between your bodies. The feverish, scarlet tip of his cock was leaking beads of pre-cum onto your bare tummy, bobbing heavily up and down with each breath he took. You felt your pupils dilate again, hungrily, craving the monster in front of you. You knew what it tasted like, you now wanted to feel it ripping you in two. You gave him an excited nod. The inside of your brain felt like it was jostled around by the action, so you huffed out a steadying breath.

Excited by your consent, Jimmy wasted no time and reached down. The pads of his fingers found your slick entrance, toying with it slightly to spread the slippery, clear fluid around your cunt. He slipped one of his pincers inside, bringing a gasp from your throat. “You like that?” 

You nodded again, much slower this time and reached for his bicep. Once you found it, you gripped it tightly, readying yourself for the oncoming storm. He lined his dick up and brought his eyes back to you.

“Look at me, baby.”

You did. He grinned.

Watching you, he stuffed himself inside, swallowing dryly. His eyes danced over your face, picking up all the subtle, lustful little changes; your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, your brows peaked together in an expression of slight discomfort, your lips parted with a delicate whimper as your slick walls swallowed him whole. This pulled a throaty groan from Jimmy. It was such a display, and for a moment, he wondered if you’d ever been with a man. How obedient and pliable you were underneath him… was that pillowy soft virginity or just the drugs kickin’ in?

Thinking was hard and instinct took over again, wiping all thoughts from his mind, save for the way you felt. You were warm and tight, clenching around his shaft. He jerked his hips up into you, protruding veins massaging your walls. Your attention dropped between you two again, eyes glazed over as his thick cock disappeared inside you, bottoming out each time.

Jimmy, on the other hand, had moved to focus on the way your tits bounced with the power of his thrusts. The visual drove him crazy. Made him hungrier. Craving your taste, Jimmy’s mouth was suddenly on yours, sloppy and hurried. His greedy tongue felt around every inch of your mouth and slipped wetly along your tongue. You did your best to keep up, tasting him all the same, but he was taking the lead. You inhaled a big breath through your nose and moaned into his mouth.

There was a cacophony of pleasure around you, coming from every direction. Wet sounds and hushed moans, peppered with lewd mutterings. Somewhere in your mind, you knew what you were a part of, what you’d stumbled into. Had you been more coherent, it might’ve embarrassed you, but the deep, carnal sounds that Jimmy was making were the only ones that mattered. Suddenly, you furrowed your brows, frowning into the kiss; someone was incessantly petting your hair and grumbling excitedly behind you. You tried to wave them away, but when you lifted your hand above your head, Jimmy reached for you, pinning your hand there.

“Mmmhh…” Breathless, Jimmy pulled away to look at you again, breath rushing out from between kiss-swollen lips. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

His hands dropped to your hips, pulling you harshly onto his cock. You winced, but pressed your legs open further, hungry for the sensation. Eve came from behind Jimmy, pausing to run her hand through his caramel coloured hair, gripping it tightly briefly before letting go. Jimmy moaned above you, and before you could protest someone took hold of your hands at the wrists, holding them firmly above your head. With a little whimper, you tried to wrestle around from them, but failed. Eve’s sweet voice came from behind the chaise then, praises drifting down atop of you. Your head rolled upwards to the sound of the woman’s voice, again trying to find it. You couldn’t, and it didn’t seem like Jimmy wanted you to. His conjoined fingers were on your face again, gently pulling you back to face him.

“Eyes on me, baby… right here… that’s it. Atta’ girl.”

You blinked a few times, refocusing on his face. His tanned skin had a blush to it now, covered in sweat. He humped you furiously, his dick slipping in and out of your weeping cunt, rocking your body back and forth. You were close, there was an unmistakable tightening in your abdomen. Jimmy seemed to know this. More than knowing it, he could feel it; the way your tight little cunt quivered, clenching tighter and tighter around him. “C’mon baby, lemme’ hear that voice of yours…”

You opened your mouth, letting the whining moans free. 

“Good girl,” Eve cooed above you. “Such a good girl…” 

 As you continued meeting Jimmy’s thrusts with moans, he picked up his pace, hands snaking around the back of your body to take greedy, punishing fistfuls of your ass. His hands were so big and seemed to envelop you entirely, kneading your soft curves like dough. He came with a low grunt, gripped you hard and pulled himself into you as he climaxed. Jimmy coated your insides like the glaze on funnel cake, and you got to feeling even woozier than before. The feeling was too much, and pushed you over the slick edge. You let out a shrill cry, pulsing around him, fighting against Eve’s grip, who held you fast. There were sounds all around you as you came, excited murmurs and whispers. As your orgasm ebbed and Jimmy softened inside of you, finally, your hands were freed, and they found Jimmy’s florid, sweaty neck, pulling your forehead to his chest.

You remembered the way his chest heaved laboriously above you with each breath, shaky with expelled lust.

You blinked, your jaw hanging slack. He was still standing there, looking at you with that syrupy flirt in his eyes. You were suddenly dizzy with need. The ache between your thighs was no longer inexplicable, and your heart thudded in your chest.

“Hey!” Jimmy called across the field, one hand extended in a friendly wave. “We oughta’ do that again sometime, baby!”

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[jangofettjamz]

Bullies

Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your crush, Tara Carpenter, saves you from your bully.

Words: 1630

Y/N POV

Another day, another lecture. Our film studies class is filled with aspiring film directors, snotty film students who think they're better than everyone else because of their "elevated taste in movies" and then there's film nerds like me and a few others I know.

There's Mindy and Chad Meeks-Martin, nephews of their late uncle, Randy Meeks. We became friends not long after they came here. They recently came to New York from Woodsboro after an incident involving a couple who tried to create a movie that would revive the long dead horror franchise: Stab. Nuts I know.

Among Chad and Mindy was someone I found to be astoundingly beautiful, as if created by the gods themselves, Tara Carpenter. I've had a crush on this girl since I first laid my eyes on her. She's truly beautiful in every way, though I don't think she'd ever go for a guy like me.

Everytime I've had the chance to speak to her she's always been incredibly welcoming and really nice, she even got ice cream with me one time.

She never talks about what happened back in Woodsboro, but I never pry for answers which she appreciated alot, I can't imagine your best friend trying to kill you over a stupid movie.

I haven't told her that I have autism, and I don't know if I can. Everyone that I have ever known has been turned away from me after I tell them about my condition, I doubt she would be any different, even if she is very nice to me.

My bullies knew about it though, I don't know how but they definitely knew and they constantly mock me for it calling me "freak" or "spaz" just to name a few.

The lecture went on for what seemed like hours; my eyelids slowly closing to pull me into the comforting darkness of sleep. Unfortunately, that was interrupted when I felt a spitball hit the back of my neck from one of the boys in the back with his group of friends laughing alongside him: my bullies.

I sighed, this unfortunately, was the the norm for me here, the laughing stock of the college, the weirdo who can't talk to anyone because he's to shy to make friends. I was an outcast to everyone, and those boys sure took advantage of that.

I was about to try and move, but not after I noticed Tara staring down the boy who shot his spit at me, the fire in her eyes resembled that of Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, I was half expecting her to throw a kunai at the boy and shout "GET OVER HERE!!!" but that's just my imagination running wild, as usual.

The boy immediately sat down and shut up after that, not gonna lie I would too, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset.

The bell rang indicating that class was finished, I immediately scurried out of there to try and avoid those boys as quickly as possible, evasion was a specialty of mine after being bullied so much. I ignored everything the lecturer told us and swiftly made my way to the corridors.

I walked through the corridors holding my notes securely in my arms, the judging states by some of the students not going unnoticed by me. I decided that keep my head low would be the best course of action to avoid any potential trouble from one of the students; walking faster to get to get out of here as hastily as possible.

I found the door to the door outside, my fingers grazed the handle but then... "HEY FREAKSHOW!" I heard behind me, the sound that emanated from his shout echoed across the corridor, bouncing across their walls.

He walks towards me with aggression "Jackson..." I say quietly, not wanting to escalate the situation further, though that was inevitable.

He grabbed me by the collar, "You think you can just embarrass me infront of Tara like that?" I looked at him with confusion. I had enough of his shit

"Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you decided to spitball me, I mean c'mon Jackson what is this, 1986? Besides i highly doubt she's into you anyways." I don't know where this confidence came from but it was immediately gone when I felt immense pain on the right side of my face from, what I can only assume, a punch.

I stumbled back and fell flat on my ass, another punch came soon after, and then another, and then another. Seven punches we're thrown my way, my vision was blurry and I could barely feel my face, I saw a faint figure wearing pink coming towards us.

Tara POV

"JACKSON" I shouted, he stopped immediately and looked at me. "What do you think you're doing beating him up like that, have you no sense of shame for what you're doing?" He looked at me confused, as though he thought I'd appreciate this.

"I'm just showing Y/N here why I'm better than him and proving why I'm the perfect man for you Tara." He winked at me, he actually winked at me, gross.

I slapped him in the face infornt of everyone then kicked him in the balls, a barrage of laughter erupted from the corridor leaving his friends speechless and him curled up on the floor in pain holding his balls. I knelt down to him and whispered in his ear.

"If you ever come near Y/N again, you're dead. Do you understand me?" No answer came, only pained whimpers. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" I shout. "Yes yes, please don't hurt me I'm sorry!" He cried, what a pathetic excuse for a human being, beating on someone for being 'weak' then behaving like this when someone stands up to him.

"Get the fuck out of here Jackson, and your friends" he ran away holding his balls, his friends following behind him; cowards, all of them. My attention turned to Y/N, who was pretty banged up from Jackson. He was crying and curled up in a ball, all eyes were on him but no one dared to make fun of him, not after what just happened to Jackson.

I kneel down to his level and console him, he thrashed my arms away thinking it was Jackson. "Shhhh it's okay Y/N, it's me Tara. It's okay now, everything's gonna be okay." I cooed softly in a calming tone. He opened his eyes and met my gentle brown ones.

I opened my arms for him "c'mere sweetheart" he threw himself into my arms and cried into my shoulder, poor baby. I've always had a crush on him and seeing him this upset broke my heart. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded into my shoulder and I walked him out of the corridor; away from everyone's prying eyes.

Once we were outside I sat him down with me on a bench, still holding him close. "It's okay Y/N, it's just you and me now. Are you okay?" He shook his head, he was just pummeled in the face of course he's not okay, stupid question Tara.

"Why does he hate you so much, sweetie?" I ask, genuinely curious as to how someone could hate this magnificent boy. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Um... I have autism." He says, averting his eyes away from me as if I'd hate him for it.

"Is that it? That's why he bullies you?" I ask and he nods, what a piece of shit, to hate someone because they were born with a condition, and he thought I'd date him. He begins to cry again

"Please don't hate me, you're really nice to me and one of the only people who treat me with any kind of respect, I don't want to be bullied anymore!" He sobbed out, I held him tight against my chest which became wet with his tears but I couldn't care less about that.

He was shaking in my arms, those boys really tormented him. "Oh honey, I could never hate you for that. In fact, I've had the biggest crush on you since we met, you're so smart and sweet, you're so passionate about the things you like, you're so kind to everyone. Mindy's been bugging me to ask you out for the longest time."

He pulls back and looks at me utterly confused. "Really? You like me?" I reassure him "

I like you very much sweetie, and I'm honored that you told me about your autism, that's not an honor I take lightly." He smiled brightly, blush spreading across his cheeks. "There's that beautiful smile" I cooed.

"I've had a crush on you since we had ice cream together, you're very beautiful Tara." He said, now making me blush.

"Can I kiss your cheek sweetie?" I ask, not knowing whether he's comfortable or not. He nods and I plant a gentle kiss to both his cheeks, his smile could light up an entire city.

I wipe away the rest of his tears and hug him tightly again. "You're mine now Y/N, and I'm yours. You're safe now honey, no one will harm you ever again." I kiss his forehead and rock him gently in my arms.

"Thank you, Tara." He says quietly, he's been through hell and I'm glad I pulled him out of it.

"Don't thank me baby boy, you deserve to have peace. Just rest now, sweet boy. I've got you, everything's gonna be okay" I whisper, holding him closely, listening to the birds chirp as I rock him while sitting on the bench. After Woodsboro and what happened with Ritchies family a few weeks ago, I thought my life was gonna be bleak and miserable...

Turns out I was wrong.

[skinnywalker]

Um..hello are you taking request ?? If you are then can i have more of kid!rz Micheal x kid! male reader. If you don't have any ideas, I can give you some . Imagine it has been years Since micheal have seen him(the reader) one day the reader finally visit micheal. It's been so long that micheal has forgotten the reader face and he saw a nurse flirty with the reader and that was the last straw so he finally breaks out and plans to make the reader his.

Hope you have amazing day and/or night - night-anon

Mine

(Micheal Myers x Male reader)

"God this hospital is ugly" he muses as he follows the doctor down multiple eye buringly white hallways towards the lower floors. There smelled like bleach and sweat. He wrinkle his nose before covering it with his sleeve.

"How can they let people live like this?"

It doesn't feel like a hospital, it feels like a freakshow without the trimmings. The joking, the pointing, the mocking, it's all there. It makes him feel sick.

He is lead into a small dining room. No one is there expect some nurses and a lone figure dressed in light blue and white. Long blonde locks down the back.

Micheal.

He knew at once it was Micheal. Those were the curls he used to braids to AC/DC on Friday evenings. The soft curls he used to weave his fingers through while they both read comics on his bed.

He never forget that.

"Can we be alone?"

The doctor nods and leaves the room. It falls deathly quiet.

"Micheal?"

Silence.

"It's me. They wouldn't let me visit you."

Silence.

He walks closer and looks into those baby blue eyes.

They shown with unshed tears.

"He never talks."

He whips around to see one of the nurses had decided to come up to the table.

"What?"

She giggles, a high, ugly cackle.

"Hasn't spoken in 15 years sweetheart. You'd be better off speaking to the dead plants."

He feels his anger creep into his ribcage.

"But if you really want to see a useful mouth I'm right here."

She pushed herself up against him nearly tipping him into the table.

"Get off me! I don't know what's wro-"

His face turns red in seconds as the nurse's head is ripped straight from her shoulders. Micheal stands above her corpse ripping her to scrapes like a wild beast.

He stares at Micheal in horror.

"Micheal..."

He throws the bits of the nurse out of the way and towers over the smaller man.

"Mine."

He croaks. So weak and raspy that it's almost inaudible. But he hears it.

"forever mine."

[gatorbites-imagines]

HIIIIII <3

quick request for bucky barnes, how abt him with a bf who also has a metalic prosthetic arm and was a soldier like him (i'm refering to one of my oc's bc i didn't realize how similar he was to bucky but now i find it kinda adorable lol)

Bucky Barnes x Male reader with a prosthetic arm

Headcanons

I know close to nothing about prosthetics or military, so if there��s any inaccuracies, that’s why.

-          You and Bucky met at one of Sam’s support groups. Bucky went to help his friend and maybe be of support to the people who had to attend the support groups, and you went as one of the people who needed support.

-          You had gotten back from active duty a few months before, and had given an honorable discharge, after losing your arm and had been sent home.

-          Luckily Stark industries had been working with veterans for a while now, especially focusing on prosthetics. So, you were able to score a prosthetic arm for a cheap price.

-          You were still getting used to having a metal arm, especially because it wasn’t your arm, and everything felt wrong sometimes.

 -          It was during one of these meetings that you felt disconnected from your prosthetic arm again. You’d had a horrible sleep the night before, being kept up by nightmares and anxiety.

-          When it was time to mingle, after sitting in circles and talking like you did an any support group, you couldn’t find it in yourself to go around and talk.

-          You moved off to the side, not wanting to be someone’s freakshow to stare at. You knew the people here didn’t feel that way, as some had prosthetics as well, but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

-          Your prosthetic arm felt limp and tense at the same time. The metal fist was clenched tight, and even when you tried to force the hand open it didn’t budge, it was like dead weight, that was attached to your body.

-          It was during this emotional time you didn’t notice Bucky approaching, before he greeted you at a safe distance. After some hesitation you both started talking, and he helped you through the disconnect and discomfort with your arm, just a little.

 -          Things continued on, but now you would mainly talk to Bucky at support groups. He was funny and kind, and very pretty to look at, though you would never verbally tell anyone that.

-          His support helped a lot in learning to accept your body and what it was, he even helped you feel a little more comfortable going around without your prosthetic.

-          When he asked you out on a date you at first thought it was a joke, but the seriousness in his eyes made it click for you, and your heart fluttered. When you said yes, he smiled his handsome beautiful smile and you decided a time and date, and that was that.

 -          You both went on a couple of more dates before making It official. After a while of dating, you moved in together. And through it all, you were both a comfort and safe place for the other to be themselves.

-          You couldn’t count how many times you had both called one another at night because of nightmares or insomnia. Or how many times you had stayed at each other’s place as you both felt more secure with the other around.

-          Bucky had had a much longer to get help and deal with his trauma, so he was able to help you through your worst times.

-          Together you were both better, able to lean on each other and support one another. It was all you both needed, and the weight of your past experiences seemed so less when you had each other.

[for-male-readers]

nightwing x reader

the reader in this one is gender neutral for the most part, but since this is a male reader/oc blog that’s who it’s targeted to. thanks for reading! this is my second post for the week lol so see you next week with another oneshot or maybe another series installment who knows 

its short i know leave me ALONE 

    Meeting Grayson was one of the worst days of your life. Work sucked and it seemed the entire city was against you. Being in your line of work, it wasn't irregular to feel like that, but today was just one of those days. To finish off the night, some freakshow in an alleyway decided you looked ripe for a mugging and slammed you into a brick wall, head bouncing against it, hard. He held a dull blade to your neck and asked for your belongings. You sighed, trying to keep a sob down. You felt someone land at the end of the alleyway and start to say something, but you managed to slap the knife out of his hands and kick one of his knees in. You snapped your eyes to the end where the second stranger was standing, now frozen in the middle of his sentence, and decided he wasn't an active threat, so you spun on your heels and started walking back home.

   "Hey!" you heard before the same landing noise came from two feet in front of you. He was shorter than you but was wearing the most ridiculous suit ever. It was blue and black and his mask didn't help make him look any more serious.    "Don't 'hey' me, what the hell are you wearing?" you couldn't stop yourself before the sentence came out. He looked stunned like nobody had ever called his fashion sense into question before. "Whatever you want, you aren't getting it dressed like that."    "Ouch," he smiled, and even though he really looked stupid, it was so pretty. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You hit your head pretty hard back there." He shifted his weight like he was nervous but his face said otherwise; he was smirking.    "I'll be fine, I can take care of myself."    "I don't doubt that; I saw what you did back there." You stared right at him, unimpressed. He said it like that was the pinnacle of self-defense you could produce. "Not everybody can do that."    "Listen, dude, I've had the day of my fucking life, if you wanna get in my way too, be my guest. I need to feed my dog," you shoved past him, "Get lost."    You still felt his eyes on you as you walked away. That was on the corner of 37th and second ave, almost a year ago.    Unfortunately, that wasn't the first time you had to fight your way out of an interaction having to do with Grayson; a month later you woke up to TwoFace absolutely suplexing a bucket of ice water on your face.    "What the fuck?!" Great question, really, but it wasn't like you were in the capacity to ask a better one.    "Don't worry, no harm will come to you, so long as I get my NightWing, as promised!"    "You fucking slut, this is a fucking Armani dress shirt!" You kept moving the ropes tying your hands together to slip out of them. "Do you know how fucking much this cost me? I'll fucking kill you." You realized he didn't think to tie your feet down. Not that it would prevent the inevitable, but it would have slowed you down. You got your hands on his gun and threw it across the room, (for some reason, he was alone in this warehouse) and you simply knocked his ass out.    Grayson got there a few minutes later, to find you, hands covered in blood, and outside of the warehouse after managing to break the locks on the chains keeping the doors closed.    "Took you fuckin' long enough," you mumbled, again shoving past him. You waved at the other two heroes accompanying him, Red Hood and Starfire, you think. You had to peel the dress shirt off you before the walk home, though, because if you spent another second wearing it in the Gotham air, you were sure to catch some sort of cold.    "I can fly you home if you would let me," the alien said, obviously with kind intentions, but you refused.    "No, thank you, I have to do some thinking anyways, a walk would do me some good." Red Hood stopped you with a hand on your bare chest.    "One of us is gonna walk you home, dude." He didn't provide more details, so you walked past him to find where the hell you were to find your apartment. He silently followed you the whole way to your door. You thanked him later with a brand new rifle to the manor. He punched you in the face the next time he saw you. (Apparently, there's a no-guns rule for Batman and you got him in trouble).    Luckily, the manor accepted flowers and fruit baskets, so you could apologize for the thank-you gift. Batman got to know you through the two of his kids, Jason and Dick.    "Y'know," Dick said, leaning further back into you if that was even possible. "You could always come here with us." There'd been a series of break-ins that resulted in murders in your exact apartment building. You handled it, of course, but he didn't know that. He didn't need to know.    "And lose my firearm privileges? No, thank you." while you could definitely handle a threat without a gun, there was a sense of security in having one. Bruce might disapprove of it all he wants, but he can't make you get rid of them, no matter how much his son has sex with you.    "I'm sure Master Bruce would disapprove of your firearm possession, but he doesn't have to know either," Alfred whispered to the two of you. "I've my own, he doesn't know about it." You swore you could see a smirk grace his lips as he said it, but it vanished almost immediately. You and Dick shared a look, 'never cross Alfred'.    You did end up moving into the manor, shortly after a meeting with Bruce about weapons in which he allowed one gun at all times on his property, and you agreed. It's not like you needed any more to do some damage.    The only problem came when you and Grayson showed any form of PDA, even if just a tap-kiss, all his siblings would shout in protest, gagging in mock disgust, sometimes even throwing something at the two of you. Which, of course, only resulted in Grayson yanking you closer and deepening the kiss or whatever. Not that you were complaining, of course. You'd kiss him stupid if he let you, and he often did.

[hardcore-lonewolf]

🤡PUNCHLINE🤡: YJ 2010!OG Six!Team + Fem!OC X FEM!Reader

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PLOT: Joker and Harley Quinn's adopted daughter Punchline has been a constant headache to the Team ever since she broke free from Arkham Asylum without getting caught with her neapolitan fun boy Andrew Merry. This clown princess was only pulling an act to get free from her so-called parents and lover. She found out the truth about herself a week ago within LexCorps and heard it all...she was a missing child stolen from a family. Punchline suffered from many things cause she never kills and left innocents alone, but has murdered bad guys only when she deems them as threats to the world. She felt those harmful words and they played with her pain by hurting her rather than healing her. They pushed her around and pulled her down into the bottomless pit of bittersweet vengeance. Will the Team save her from these bloody killer clowns and bring her out of this freakshow of circus psychos? {ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA}.

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WARNING: DARK ANGST, SOFT FLUFF, ROUGH SMUT, ETC.

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"Breaking news, deranged beta criminal Andrew Merry has successfully escaped Arkham Asylum after Punchline blew up his cell and got tons of criminals out alive. Joker and Harley Quinn's legacy has begun her reign of terror all over again in Gotham City as her boyfriend does the same. If you see them out in public and anywhere else...run, I repeat run from them as far as possible." Punchline smiled with fake happiness as Andrew pulls her on his lap and smooches her lips with his own.

Andrew was once a beta named Lucas Nero Kaye, but another beta Harley changed him like Joker did to Punchline and gave him the special roller coaster ride to his fun-land. She was renamed as a beta named Alecia Delilah Napier and got branded by force. Ace Chemicals did all of its tricks of making her into their daughter and turning her mad like Alice Liddell.

Alice and Luka were toxic with each other. Punchline never loved him and cared for him, though Joker did care for Andy while Harley only loved her. Harleen Francis Quinzel and an alpha known as Jack Oswald White did favor Andrew rather than Punchline, it made her go fully black and white with splashes of red all over her body.

The gothic punchinello was protected by the female harlequin and the male jester was very close the neapolitan mime. Punchline vows to run away and never come back this life she's been breathing in as a hellish life. She has to wait and get rid of the tracker before she can make her escape to freedom and see broad daylight.

Punchline begins packing up her things and putting in a dark purple Lamborghini car she got from Joker for her assumed birthday. She waits till Andrew, Harley, and Joker leave for their annual heist at Gotham City Bank and gets inside her luxury car. The gothic punchinello slowly cranks up the fast car engine with one hand and begun leaving the hidden garage to the main exit.

The clown princess was lucky to remove the trackers and chips on her car, though the ones in her body were harder cause it was injected into her veins. Punchline drove from Arkham to some random city in baggy sweats to cover her scars and other evidence of abuse she went through as a little girl. The gothic punchinello kept driving and taking breaks by using all of the saved money she stole from a fellow beta Riddler's bank account thanks to Catwoman.

Every single day and night, she would drive from each city till she found herself in Robinson Park and was happy to find a place to hide from others. She manages to make some money with dancing and singing in subway stations to the public plaza till it went viral enough to become an internet star on social media sites. Punchline never showed her face, hasn't talked, and would always keep her looks to herself including her body...it was major insecurities.

The gothic punchinello suffered from the child neglect and domestic violence from her abusive lifestyle where she has no freedom to be herself. Punchline was safe from others and has to stay low for now on since Andrew will try multiple times to get his way with her for fun. She was suffering both inside and outside cause Joker can kill her in seconds if he finds out his porcelain doll got away from this playhouse...until one dreadful night at Jump City inside her apartment.

At Mount Justice, Batman somehow managed to locate where Punchline ran off and hide for a temporary amount of time. The Team watched the first day of her staying at Jump City by the cameras and saw the gothic punchinello looking paranoid about something. The seven sidekicks listened to what she said and understood why the clown princess ran away...to get out of an extremely toxic environment filled with crimes and scenes.

"She's the only key witness to finding out who's behind this plot with the Syndicate and why she became Punchline. Be careful Team, we know how she tends to be silent and deadly. Don't let her intimidate any one of you," the Team left the Secret Sanctuary and headed to Jump City where they found her car.

"Anything good in there?" Superboy opened the trunk and saw nothing but documents of a crime scene.

"It's just some papers," the clone replied as he raises the lid wider for the rest to see themselves.

Robin picks them up and reads each one by hand. It was from an unsolved mystery of a missing child back in the early 2000s, Bruce's godchild Evelina Gwendolyn Nelson was abducted by Harley Quinn and was personally "killed" by the Joker after he murdered her own parents in cold blood. The Boy Wonder see more files and other information in the trunk, such as DNA tests, birth certificates, ancestry trackers, hospital records, pharmacy visits, criminal history, and lie detectors.

"She has all of the files of Bruce Wayne's godchild including hers in there. Why does she have them?" Wonder Girl begun finding an extra key card and hands it to Robin.

"We're about to find out ourselves, come on guys." The Team followed the female demigod in the elevator and got in the private top floor.

Punchline was currently fast asleep with her scars and bruises from her last ambush a few days ago by the Joker, who notifies Andrew that his "girlfriend" dumped him and left the Laugh Pack for good by her death with a gunshot in her chest. The clown princess suddenly wakes up from her sleep when she hears a ding from the elevator and grabs two twin handguns along with a matching pair of daggers for safety precautions. Punchline hears several knocks and went into the bathroom by locking the door shut, leaning against it as she tries to find something for her joy in her backpack.

The Boy of Steel heard light shuffling behind the front door and knew Punchline was now fully awake. Kid Flash uses the key card and he went inside to see the whole apartment was surprisingly spotless from head to toe without traces of flaws on it. His six comrades can feel the tension as they went into different rooms and couldn't find her until they found her bedroom.

'Punchline's probably inside her room,' the archer said in the mind link, turning to Wonder Girl.

'Xena, you go open the door.' Kid Flash told the female demigod.

The leader of the Team gave his two teammates a raised eyebrow and he shakes his head no while his half-god girlfriend was unimpressed. Wonder Girl carefully opens the door and saw the room was shockingly clean, but a book was on the desk. The female demigod reaches for it and storms out of there with a neutral look on her face.

'Is that a journal?' Miss Martian asked her best friend.

'Yes, but I'm not reading it. We'll give this to Batman till further notice...unlike three of you who will more likely to read it.' The speedster, archer, and acrobat went silent while Aqualad, the female Martian, and Superboy nod their heads yes in agreement.

Punchline's heart was beating like crazy while tears came down her hollow cheeks and from her sunken eyes. She took her happy pills from her duffle bag and popped them into her mouth. The gothic punchinello was giggling quietly through tears of pain and faking her joy as she curls up in the bathtub, feeling the symptoms and effects it gave her.

Her stomach was scarred and burnt like other places on her bony frame. Punchline was diagnosed with major disorders and have health problems, but doesn't want immediate treatment due to trust issues. The clown princess has low self-esteem problems after Andrew tried to win her back at Arkham Asylum a few weeks ago and attempted to break her with the Joker watching both of them, but Catwoman saves the gothic punchinello long enough to let the young child escape from that horrifying nightmare to Jump City.

Catwoman was also the first person to see Punchline without her makeup and realize that her lover's godchild was actually alive. The cat burglar got what the gothic punchinello wanted in exchange of diamonds and pearls. The black cat burglar told the Dark Knight and he took a test between his childhood friends with Punchline's blood sample to confirm that Catwoman was right...the Joker broke Batman's godchild.

Punchline will always hug her stuffed animal she got from the Shadow Dame named "Koneko" which means "Kitten" in Japanese, it was sewn right and made with her love for animals. She doesn't like how people treats nature, the gothic punchinello has a soft spot for animals and flowers. As for food, she was born a natural vegetarian and doesn't like meat or anything that came from animals.

"Punchline, we know you locked yourself in there. Please come out of the bathroom," the gothic punchinello froze with shock and horror written on her face. "Don't make me hurt you honey, we know you're scared and in danger. Please sweetheart, we won't arrest you and treat you bad."

Punchline puts her things in her backpack and places her mask to cover her face from outsiders before pulling the hood over her head. Her dyed black locks of hair was peeking out and put her weapons in her bag. The clown princess gets up from the tub and carefully opens the door to see the Team.

The gothic punchinello looked a lot shorter and petite than usual. Miss Martian watched the younger girl put all of her weapons down and unload her pair of white platinum guns from their silver bullet ammo. Punchline shocked all of them by raising her hands and arms in surrender while going on her knees to let one of them arrest her.

Robin went behind the clown princess and puts a pair of handcuffs on her wrists before doing so to her ankles for safety precautions. The Boy Wonder gets her up and she flinches in response to the severe wound she made from a golden kitchen knife last night. Punchline stumbles trying to get her backpack up until she collapses and passes out cold from the pain in her stomach.

Wonder Girl saw it instantly and caught the child in time before she hits her head hard on the floor. She searches for a pulse, freezing to feel how faint and slow it was. Punchline kept the room cold as ice, hard as stone, and clean as slate contrast to her motionless body that was damaged.

"We need Punchline to med bay quick, she's barely responding." The female demigod carries Punchline bridal style, cringing when she held her and can tell she was sickeningly light as a feather.

The Team ran off to the Bio-Ship and flew back to their base with a dying child in their custody. Once the ship landed, Wonder Girl took Punchline in her arms and rushed to med bay with a panicked look on her face. Black Canary saw that the female demigod was on high alert and helped her keep the gothic punchinello breathing while the rest of the Team waited for their teammate to fix Punchline.

After a two hours of tests and exams, Wonder Girl was trying not to cry and rage when she saw everything that a child shouldn't experience for the first time. Punchline was the reason why heroes and innocents were still alive with their families, but this was personal...that journal was the last resort. The Sonic Screamer kept a sharp eye on the child as she breathe through her oxygen mask and rest peacefully.

Black Canary found the results and was terrified. Cracked ribs, dark circles around her eyes, bite marks on shoulders, pale skin, appetite loss, wounds on ankles, busted lips, broken nose, a minor concussion, burns on hands and feet, handprints on neck, lacerations on the back and chest, cuts on wrists and thighs, slashes on stomach and neck, and many more. This girl literally went through hell and back at a very young age.

"Canary, I told the Team already what's wrong and the signs that Punchline was constantly abused. We have to keep her under immediate watch and make sure she doesn't hurt herself. This was in her pockets," the female demigod explained before pulling the pill bottles.

'Happy pills, one pill a day makes the pain go away.' Black Canary thought.

"Not only that, Batman looked through her bags and saw a lot of disturbing things in it. Those files Robin attained from her car are real, the boys found more stuff and I told them to hand them over to y'all till further notice." Wonder Girl stated while checking on the IV fluids and blood transfusion she has from Catwoman. "She's selectively mute too, so we have to make her talk willingly...not by force. Punchline went through enough and was beaten every 24/7 for her right doings. She's not safe from the Joker, Harley, or Andrew, this little girl has to stay and be put under our custody."

Recognize: Catwoman; 00, Recognize: Superman; 01, Recognize: Batman; 02; Recognize: Wonder Woman; 03

Catwoman storms into med bay and sees Punchline being treated with care by the Amazonian demigoddess. The Core Four looked at the files and the blood sample they got from her a few months ago. This girl was a missing child and it matched with the blood of Bruce's honorary niece.

Robin saw his adopted father's girlfriend and knew that look. The black cat was worried for the clown princess and see the symptoms playing its roles into Punchline's health problems. The Team stayed by med bay and took turns of watching over her, only to see her sleep for hours.

A day later at med bay, Punchline wakes up and saw herself in a different room. She begins panicking that caused her heart rate to skyrocket and alert the Team. Wonder Girl got a painkiller ready for the gothic punchinello, who's having an anxiety attack and tearing up in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetie, we're not gonna hurt you. Deep breaths...in and out." Punchline copied her and slowly calmed down before falling asleep. "There you go, that's a good girl."

The female demigod sighs in relief as Punchline slept and snore softly. Without the mask and hoodie, she looks like a fragile porcelain doll made from spun glass and fine china. The clown princess didn't hear the Team walking, who knew that they have to stay careful and not trigger her into going to panic mode.

'Is she okay?' Superboy asked her.

'No. This will take more than a few years to get Punchline recovered and sobered from abuse. We can't set off anything that'll make her have flashbacks and cause her discomfort. For now, we have to let the League decide what they have to do with Punchline. Let's pray that she doesn't go to prison, because this child's mind is too frail and broken apart from everything.' The Boy of Steel pats her shoulder while Wonder Girl writes down some healthy diet recommendations and tips.

"Bellatrix, she trusts you and Catwoman more than others. Here's my Golden Lasso of Truth," the Defender of Justice said, handling her rope to her daughter.

"Isn't this lasso way too far Mum? I get that all of us want answers, but this is a child who went through a living and breathing hell with two psychos as her "parents"." The Team nodded in agreement and stood beside the female demigod. "What's wrong with you and the League's minds? Are y'all really doing this to her, especially when I got what kinds of problems wrote down...please don't tell me the journal has all the proof in it."

Wonder Woman nodded with a saddened look and Wonder Girl turns livid. She begins calming down when she looks at Punchline's resting body and understood what her mother wants her to do, but she has a similar way. The teenage demigoddess carefully pulls the wires and cords, though kept a few on her for signs of conflict.

It took ten minutes to let Miss Martian link the older girl up and let their boyfriends hold them close. Kid Flash and Arrowette (Artemis Crock) were sitting side by side while Robin got another painkiller prepared for Punchline if she starts feeling any types of pain. The clown princess hums softly and opens her dull eyes to see the Team, who stares down at her bedridden form for answers.

"Alright Punchline, you got two choices to make. You can either tell us the truth or I'll have to let this golden magic rope do its work. Simple as that sweetheart, I'm not threatening to hurt you or make you feel scared. You're still a child that needs help and we can help you if you tell us." Punchline was hesitant and shivers as she tries to back away, but sees handcuffs on her bandaged wrists and ankles.

"Long story, the League found a lot of things and took your stuff out of your home from Manhattan. That's why you're stuck handcuffed and bedridden till we get the truth. All you have to do is talk and let us hear." Punchline said nothing and kept a horrified look on her face.

'She's not talking,' the female archer said to the teenage demigoddess.

'I'm not using this damn lasso to force an abused child into speaking Artemis, I refuse to let Batman interrogate her if it comes down to that option.' Wonder Girl responded to the blond-haired teenage girl.

"Or we'll get Batman and send you back to Arkham." Punchline begins tearing up in seconds and shaking her head no while whimpering, trying to get free while she got her to remember how Batman could see the genuine sadness written on her bruised face whenever she gets placed in Arkham.

Kid Flash smacks Robin in the back of the head and the Boy Wonder rubs it while frowning at his best friend. The rest glared at his blunt choice of words and the acrobat now understands why he needs to learn some respect. The clown princess sees the shot and begs silently to make it vanish from her teary green eyes.

"Sorry about this idiot, he tends to show no mercy on criminals." Kid Flash apologized as he drags him with the help of Arrowette out of med bay.

"Wait," the Team froze to hear her voice...so quiet and very timid. "Please don't leave, I'll talk."

The trio sat back down and their four older comrades asked her questions that led to her being truthful. Each answer she gave them were from ones about the Light and Cadmus, not herself...her life. Robin walks over to Punchline with a deep frown after he sees that she doesn't care for herself and living in a world of disaster.

"Next question, what did Joker, Harley, and Andrew do to you for years?" Punchline gulped nervously and knew this will cost her breathing soul.

The Team does know that she's twelve years old and going to thirteen next year. She was shivering and shaking, but Superboy shockingly held her hand and Miss Martian did the same to keep her at ease. Punchline begun telling the truth as the League hears everything and grew enraged, the clowns tried to break her apart by selling her off to Lex Luthor as a slave to teach her some manners.

After saying everything while Wonder Girl silently kept the lasso hidden away, the Team storms out of med bay and left the teenage demigoddess with the clown princess. She pulls the lasso from the child's foot and lets Wonder Woman take it from her hands. Her mother nods at her and pats her shoulder while trying to keep her relaxed.

"It's not your faults, it's always been mine." That was the last straw and Wonder Girl whips her head angrily at Punchline with a hardened glare, which got the Team backing away.

"YOUR FAULT?!! NO NO NO HONEY, IT'S THE FAULTS OF THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU, STARVE YOU, PUNISH YOU, SELL YOU, AND BREAK YOU!!" The Team froze to hear Wonder Girl snap and lash the truth out at Punchline. "YOU DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE, THEY NEVER CARED AND LOVED YOU CAUSE YOU SAW WHAT WAS TRULY RIGHT!! THEY'RE BLAMING YOU FOR THOSE HEISTS AND DEATHS CAUSE THEY KNEW THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE THEM!!"

Aqualad tries to get his girlfriend to calm down, but she snaps at him in warning with glowing silver eyes and went back to his spot. Wonder Woman knew that her daughter has the right to snap, though stand her ground and went over to the teenage demigoddess. Punchline was wide-eyed with tears streaming down her face, trying to get away from Wonder Girl and get free from the cuffs.

"Bella, you're scaring her." Wonder Woman warned her.

"DIANA, SHE HAS TO HEAR THIS WHENEVER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT!! IF THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS, WILL THEY SELL YOU TO SOME RICH MAN WHO WILL MAKE YOU INTO A MONSTER?!! IF THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND...YOU'RE A GODDAMN TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL FOR ZEUS'S SAKE!! HE SHOULDN'T BE CHEATING ON YOU WITH SOME DUMB WHORE, YOU'RE BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM AND YOU CAN'T SEE THAT SHIT YOUR OWN SELF!!" Wonder Girl yelled out angrily, facing Punchline while trying not to go full Light Avatar State and turning serious with a deepened alpha tone. "We wanna help you if you let us, I'm sorry for snapping, but you have to hear the truth of what I think and I believe all of us agree that you're safe here. We're a close pack, we've decided to watch over after somebody won the glaring contest with his mentor, and we'll keep you safe and sound from others. Please, we want you to trust us...we won't hurt you."

Punchline was set free by Black Canary, the small girl slowly begins walking to Wonder Girl and starts hugging her tight. The League was shocked like the Team, who were relieved that the clown princess was complying and was actually content. The teenage demigoddess picks her up and carries the petite child to the rolling chair.

"Your real parents were special indeed, they both died protecting you from Joker when he got Harley to take you years ago. You look just like your mother and father, his hair and eyes, your mother's looks and personality...Kent and Inza did mention about their deceased granddaughter having a stuffed animal named Koneko. Don't worry, I got your friend safe...right here." Punchline's dull eyes gleamed as she gently takes Koneko from her hands and hugs it close to her, closing her eyes that went back to green after the happy pills were flushed out of her entire system. "Catwoman's willing to take you under her wing and Black Canary will be there to give you therapy sessions. Batman will tell you about your parents cause the League were very close to them and were honored to have a cute little niece. She was smart, brave, adorable, and nice unlike this fool who tried to use his mentor as a weapon. They know who you really are, the League broke the case that you wanted to know and got you home. We'll get you a room fixed and find something comfy for you to wear. Okay?"

Punchline nodded shyly and kept holding her friend with a small smile. Wonder Girl went to the kitchen and takes out some fruit yogurt with a protein shake to the side. The Team watches the teenage demigoddess went back to med bay and present the clown princess with those chosen items.

"Slow and steady steps," the clown princess gulps and begins eating slowly, earning smiles and relieved looks that meant Punchline was getting really hungry.

'How do you know that she was hungry Bella? I didn't hear her stomach making noise,' the clone said to her.

'She was fidgeting and holding her stomach. We have to find her official rank first, then the girls and I have to find some clothes for her to wear at the mall.' Wonder Girl answered while shaking the bottle and opening it for Punchline. "It's milk chocolate, I know this won't taste good...I slipped something helpful in it for you."

Punchline sips the shake, humming in delight and drank the liquid as she starts enjoying what was in it. She puts the empty bottle down and licks her lips at the sweet flavor of it. Wonder Girl was told by Kent's widow Jolene that she was an alien, which means that Punchline was half alien and could be healed by a few months if they slipped some magic-based healing potions in everything she wants to devour or chug down her throat.

'My love, what did you put in her food and drink?' Aqualad asked the teenage demigoddess.

'Jolene's healing potions mixed with my nectar, I have to Kaldur...she's malnourished.' Wonder Girl replied. 'Besides, she likes it and seems to be peaceful for now. M'gann, Artemis, we're going shopping later on when it reaches noon and taking Evie with us.'

The teenage demigoddess saw Eva hold her arms out and complies, lifting her up and setting her to latch on her front like a koala. Wonder Girl smells her unmarked scent glands, it was hidden from others and seems to be sweet. Eva hums and enjoyed the comfort from this strong female who was willing to cradle her like a little baby, which was ironic cause the clown princess was somehow the youngest out of the youngsters in this room.

M'gann and Artemis took off the makeup inside the large bathtub to see that Eva was completely healed. The female trio begun getting rid of the dyes and paints on her body while checking for more bruises. Wonder Girl did an amazing job finding some worthy products that will wash away paints, dyes, makeup, and other things as they gave her a nice bath.

The girls saw that she was a natural ginger with green eyes and ivory skin, Eva was blushing in embarrassment with closed eyes as she covers her body with a large towel. M'gann saw her insecurities through a telepathic link and hugged her while the small girl pouts up at the female Martian with teary eyes. Wonder Girl somehow found an outfit she was doing and got something for Eva, a cute one that'll make her stand out and look elegant.

"This will work for now, she'll love this." Artemis saw a casual attire with a nod of approval and got Eva out of the tub with M'gann's help.

M'gann and Artemis left for a bit, so that Opal can fix Eva up with her attire till they reached the mall. The teenage demigoddess removed the hair extensions and begun styling it in a way that makes the young red-headed girl look graceful. After doing that, she places some natural makeup and use her chi-bending to heal up everything till it was permanently removed.

"And here's what Eva Nelson should be looking like," the girl's green eyes opened to see the real version without any paint and dyes, smiling softly at the features and how Opal captured everything. "Your family will be so happy and amazed that you took their genes. They'll always forever stay in your heart, be bold and always keep your loved ones safe."

The boys were waiting as M'gann and Artemis went to check on Eva. They immediately squealed and were cooing at the cuteness of this outfit. She wore a scarlet red shirt with the black cat logo, long white thigh-high socks, crimson red and black sneakers, a gray plaid miniskirt, her short hair was in a high ponytail, and her face was done very well with natural makeup and a bit of rosy blush on it.

Eva was dragged into the living room by Artemis who lifts her off her seat and the boys froze to see what Opal did to her. She looks so matured and elegant. Eva held her hands together and tilts her head at the four young men's wide-eyed expression with a nervous look.

Opal places Kaldur's jacket to cover Eva and make the young magic-user comfy before putting her white beanie hat on her head. The little girl sighs and nuzzles into the clothing when she gets Koneko from M'gann. Opal picks her up and smiles when the boys can see how Eva likes to be carried around within her consent.

"We got a news update, the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Andrew Merry have been officially charged with multiple crimes including child kidnapping and attempted rape. The victim was shockingly Punchline, she has left proof and details of what they've done to her in police custody. She's currently being put under the Justice League's supervision and all her charges have been dropped after multiple people came forward with evidence that she never kills innocents." Eva gave the Team a questioning look of confusion over the teenage demigoddess's right shoulder and they all responded with reassuring expressions.

"Evie, we're going to the mall with the girls and get a few things for you. M'gann and Artemis will hold you if I need to do something important. That's good with you kiddo?" Eva nodded and clung onto Opal's front in response. "Keep that hat over your head and make sure you tell us whenever you want something. Kaldur, Conner, I know you two will turn that empty guest room into her bedroom, so I trust both of you men to watch over the mountain. Wally, Dick, you boys better not doing anything stupid and go fix us a nest in the heat room."

The girls left through the garage, Opal drives them through the road and kept a close eye on Eva. She was resting in Artemis's lap and was hugging Koneko close to her. M'gann took a quick photo till Opal parks at a good spot and the three women got the youngest girl out.

"Aww, she's so cute!/She looks so beautiful!/Such an adorable little angel!/Those girls are lucky to scent mark her!" Eva blushed as the comments and praises she's getting from random people when Opal pulls her hood down.

"See what I meant Artie, she'll be getting admirers by the time we leave here cause she's unclaimed and has to be constantly watched over. Not only that...smell her scent." Artemis complied and gently smelt her unmarked scent glands...it smells like cherry blossoms and wild strawberries.

"Strawberries and blossoms. Evie, are you...an omega?" Eva nodded and went behind M'gann out of instinct. "It's okay sweet girl, I've been marked by Wally. M'gann is bonded to Conner like Kaldur is with Opal, you're still unclaimed and have to find your soulmates. You're just the only omega in the Team for now Evie, though Dick will probably court you soon and mark you for your safety."

Eva giggles softly, blushing hard when all three girls heard it and smile down at her. Artemis cradles the omega in her arms, nuzzling her nose into her scent gland and smiling at the small omega. M'gann and Opal got the right sizes for Eva to wear around everyday till she gets better once she begins growing up.

The four girls left the stores and made sure Eva was content after feeding her some mixed berry yogurt with a side of sugar-coated fruit. She was waiting patiently for their stop at the mountain and was hoisted up by M'gann. Eva releases her scent and the three girls hummed in appreciation as they got out of the car.

"How's your trip ladies?" Wally asked them, kissing Artemis and nuzzling Eva's scent gland.

"We found out her rank was an omega, then she decides to mark us with her scent along the way back here...now my car smells like blossoms and strawberries." Dick got the whiff of the scent and was truly into the smell.

"We smelt that far away, she's a pure fecund omega." Conner stated until Eva's sixth senses and future vision read his aura, it was red as a ruby.

Eva hops down and hugs the clone tight while Wolf licks her hand, earning a giggle from her. Conner gave Dick the "I told you so" look and hugs her back, knowing that she loves animals. Kaldur finishes reading the book and understood what alien race Inza came from to what the spark is...Eva's half Magen and Anodite.

'I found out what planet Jolene came from, Anodyne.' Kaldur told the Team, picking the omega up and kissing her cheek. 'Eva's spark is still active, but she hasn't awakened her mana yet.'

Eva smiles at him and leans her head on his left shoulder. Kaldur carries the small girl to her room and hears her purr softly in content. He lay her on her new bed after carefully takes his jacket back and removing those black shoes from the half-Anodite.

The small girl wiped the makeup from her face and put her hair down. Eva takes her stuffed animal and closes her eyes when Kaldur pulls a blanket to cover her. The half-Atlantean kisses her forehead and leaves the room after hearing her soft breaths.

"Eva's now resting, it looks like you ladies tired her out." Opal smiled before kissing him and parting away to watch the omega. "She's going to fit in with the Team very well."

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It was five years since Eva came home, though her pack seems to be feeling a bit worried and were skeptical about getting near her. As a fecund omega female who learned how to control all of her cosmic phoenix and pure magic energy, her final transformation has surprised them a lot cause they didn't expect Anodites to be...some beautiful glowing aliens. Eva was healthy enough to do missions and help innocents, but this time was a conflict between herself due to her rank...she was in heat.

The omega went into hiding at her bedroom and kept herself "busy" with some "friends". Eva already contacted the League about her situation and was mentally praying that her mates help her. Out of everything in the world...her first heat has to be right on when she finally becomes legal to drink alcohol and buy a gun.

Suddenly, her phone starts ringing as she finishes off her recent climax and grabs it with her glowing mana tendril. Eva freezes to see that her pack wanted a group chat and chose to video call her. She has no choice but to do the right thing...answer and put it on speaker.

Eva Nelson {scared}: Hello?

Dick Grayson {serious}: Evie, where are you?

Eva Nelson {nervous}: I'm reading in the Bludhaven Library with Jason.

Wally West {skeptical}: Don't lie babygirl, Jason told us you were there to get him some books at Gotham and came back home.

Artemis Crock {solemn}: Roy also mentioned you went somewhere last night before your birthday.

Eva Nelson {timid}: I was at Anodyne getting some wine from my grandma Jolene.

M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse {suspicious}: Evie, you're lying to us. Please tell us what you're doing, it can't be that bad.

Eva Nelson {panicking}: I'm not telling all of you my business. Please leave me alone!

Kon-El/Conner Kent {agitated}: Evelina...

Eva Nelson {anxious}: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?!!

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {aggravated}: You're hiding something Omega.

Kaldur'ahm/Jackson Hyde {displeased}: Omega, just tell us or else.

Eva Nelson {irritated}: Or else what Alpha? You and our pack got no damn right to make me listen. Y'all know what, I'm spending this heat all by myself and have some fun afterwards. Goodbye.

Eva froze when she typed that and grew scared cause she knew Kaldur was known to be very calm, but can be provoked like the others as an apex alpha. She gulps and sets the phone down until she heard it vibrate again. Eva looks at the text from Opal, shivering and panting while trying to stay calm.

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {enraged}: That's it Evelina, we're going over to your home. Don't even try escaping, Dick shut down all the Boom Tubes.

Eva Nelson {blunt}: BITE ME. Do y'all realize I can teleport you idiots?

Eva shuts down her phone and puts it away before going invisible. She hears banging on the door and went under the bed. The half-Anodite slowly opens the hatch to her tunnels and crawled into them.

"EVELINA GWENDOLYN NELSON, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING HERE!!" Opal shouted angrily as her inner alpha took over.

Eva tried her best keeping her scent hidden from her pack after noticing the matching marks on them. She found the same mark on the small of her back and grew frightened...she just pissed off all of her soulmates. The magic-user's inner omega begun whimpering in her mind and she shivers, accidentally letting out her pheromones by mistake.

'NO, NO, NO...' Eva thought while silently whining underneath her breath. 'WHY NOW?!!'

Conner picks up the damiliar scent and looked under the bed to see a hatch to the tunnels. He hears the half-Anodite's sounds of fear and pain through them, which made the clone realize where she's going...to random rooms till she was safe from them. Eva locks the hatches on every dorm and went to her private place...her meditation room to get some pure mana.

"Eva's attempting to make us chase her around the mountain, looks like we'll have to hunt her down...again." The Team split up and went their own ways.

The Lucky Girl was getting tired and decided to head towards the heat room after absorbing tons of mana from her meditation room. The magic-user shifts to her hybrid form; her mana hair was pink like her glowing eyes, her skin tone turns purple, and everything else stays the same. Eva was a bit happy that she was wearing something old and comfy, though little does she know is that her seven soulmates found her in a deep sleep.

'Found her, she's sleeping in our nest at the heat room.' The Team followed where Artemis told them where Eva was, pausing to see the half-Anodite snoozing peacefully.

'We got enough time to punish Eva,' Opal disrobing the omega out of her clothes and letting Dick tie her up.

Wally was brave enough to gag her and put a blindfold over her closed eyes. The rest knew she'll break free quick, so they let Kaldur put an enchanted collar Eva's neck and wrap some tape tightly around where she can't cut herself loose. Conner kept a sharp eye on the beating sounds of her heart while she was somewhat lifeless and unresponsive through her sleep.

Dick heard a muffled hum and turned to look down at the omega while Artemis fondled her breast. M'gann moved her fingers to her sacred spot and rubbed that sensitive pearl, earning more muffled sounds of pleasure from the omega underneath them. Eva whimpers and mewls through the ball gag while arching her back from the sensation she was experiencing.

"She's in heat," the Romanian acrobat told his pack mates after picking up the scent and saw her slicking up.

"No wonder Evie was trying to avoid us, she didn't want anybody worrying about her." Wally said, freezing when Eva somehow came by M'gann messing with her clit.

"She got our full attention now, that soul mark wasn't that easy to hide from us. I'm somewhat thankful that we made her put on that dress from last time," the rest of the Team chuckled while nodding at the memory and kept focusing on preparing Eva for this mating season.

The half-Anodite shockingly got out of the ropes and tapes the Team tied on her. Eva got the blindfold off from her eyes and pulls the ball gag out of her mouth. Her pack heard her panting and surrounded their fecund omega within seconds, marking her as theirs as she starts mewling in pleasure.

"Please...I don't care, choke me, fuck me, give me all y'all have...now!" The Team's eyes turned different colors as they growled and she was taken any way possible since she was incredibly flexible.

Eva squealed and cried out whenever she got filled up to the brim. Their claim marks painted on her body while she took everything they gave her and accepted herself as their omega. The red marks and love bites were part of the whole ordeal, though breeding Eva was another thing coming from today to next week since her heat lasts 7 to 14 days.

They took turns and knew that the Lucky Girl want it to be rough. Eva got bred full of their seeds by each member, pumping her full with a large load of cum and letting her swallow their spit. The Lucky Girl felt each of them call for her to let herself be caught in the euphoria, submitting herself to her mates and taking what they got for this omega.

Dick was the first person to mate on Sunday with her since they anonymously voted to go by their age range and let Kaldur be last on Saturday. The half-Atlantean have the most patience, but knew that he'll break Eva in half and wanted his younger pack mates to stretch her open first for him to fit. They stuffed her full of cock and made the half-Anodite speechless.

The Team moved in together at Happy Harbor and kept the mountain as their base. Whenever they left to take breaks, Eva tends to stay in the nest and purring while being full of cum. It amazes them that she can still speak and move, but they would question where their cum will go since they always plugged her afterwards with their knots...she would answer by rubbing where her womb was or...she'll say that her body was absorbing it since it contains mana.

Kaldur pulls out after his knot went down and couldn't see his cum leaking out as usual. He kisses her stomach and rubs it tenderly when Eva got her last shot. The half-Anodite found out secretly that her pack wants a family and knew they'll breed her, but doesn't know that she recently got off of induced heat suppressants and birth control pills.

It was a day after her heat was over to do tests...they got her pregnant after last night, Eva was blushing madly as the Team grins down at her rosy cheeks and reddened face when she found what they've left on her body to how they somehow got her pregnant that quick. Dick was carrying her in his arms after she couldn't move from the nest and let Wally know that their omega was sore. Artemis takes Eva and puts her on her lap, purring softly in order to comfort the omega.

"We're not slacking little girl...we took turns and gave you what we got. You didn't realize that there's three apex primes in this pack with three pure alphas and one true beta. Next time you sweet fecund omega, you should never underestimate us and this won't happen to you." Opal lectured her.

"I get that Opal, but why y'all have to gang up on me like that last week?!! I can't stand straight and move normal anymore!" Wally busted out laughing hard with Dick and they fist-bumped each other in response.

"But I'll be surprised you're still wonderfully tight after we've been splitting you in half, fucking you in any way necessary, and opening you wide to take us down your tiny little throat." the half-Anodite turned redder than ever and gave the Team a horrified look. "Don't act scared Eva, we still got more left and I think we should appreciate you carrying our pups."

What a pleasing yet sore way to start the morning after a heat indeed.

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge part 3

This will also be linked on my Master List since there will be more stories in the coming months.

October

20th:

The Things We Fight For Ch.1 - Hunter x F!Reader by: @arctrooper69 SFW Ch.2 here

A Dazzling Appearance - TBB x F!Reader ( prematurely silver hair ) by: @zoeykallus SFW

26th:

TBB x F!Reader - Spicy HC`s, Caught in the Act 2 by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB x Reader HC`s - Emergency Room by: @zoeykallus SFW

Late Night Feelings 2 - Late Night Talking, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

TBB x GN!Reader - Dancing Shoes by: @nahoney22 SFW

Sun and Rain 54 - A Rare Kind, Hunter x F!O.C by: @photogirl894 SFW

Clone Effect: Rebels - Repetitive Motions, Rex x F!Shepard by: @clone-effect-nexus SFW

Good Souls Need Help Too - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Grasping for Hope - A letter from Hunter to his Jedi Lover by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Kinktober 2022 - TBB Echo x Tali'Zorah vas Normandy by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

House of Sins & Pleasures - Galen Erso x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

The Light Between Oceans Ch.4 - F!Raeder x Rex, Fives x O.C Male, Fives x O.C Female by: @rowansparrow SFW

Loving the Alien - Lex Woods x Scar by: @interstellarwraith SFW

TBB x Artistic Reader HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

Gar Cyare Ch.5 - Alpha17 x F!Reader by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

Bad Habits - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rescue Mission - TBB & Omega x Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

The Hands of Father Time - Post Stasis Kix by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ghost on the Dancefloor - Alex Stern x Bertram Boyce North by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Sassenach and the Spaniard Ch.5 Pero Tovar x F!Reader by: @wardenparker & @absurdthirst NSFW

27th:

Do You Hear The People Sing? - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Relaxing Bath - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Dancing in the Dark - Jack Russel x Vampire!F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

One Step at a Time - OC`s in Star Wars ! by: @wild-karrde SFW

After Hours - Fives x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Kinktober 2022 prompt: Voice Kink - Din Djarin x Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW(ish)

A Red Light in the Dark - TBB x F!Former Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.5 - Wolffe x F!O.C Cherise by: @cyarbika SFW

Until the Stars Burn Out - Fives x O.C Quill x F!Reader by: @rowansparrow NSFW

Freakshow - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

To Belong - OC. Dune, OC Wraith and more by: @ladysongmaster SFW

Happy Birthday - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex Thots - Rex x F!Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

Crosshair x F!Reader thots by: @wild-karrde NSFW

Fives x F!Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

Tech Thots - Tech x F!Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

One Moment in Time - 99 x F!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

No Need to be Afraid - TBB x M!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Taglist:

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[abbyfmc]

Yandere Master of Ceremonies! x Freak! reader Headcanons:

Hey! How are you in the middle of all this heat? I hope you're okay.

For a long time I have been attracted to yandere stories (well, that has always been XD), but also to circus/fair/carnival themes with creepy touches, so I made a decision.

Yandere stories or headcanons with themes of circuses, fairs and creepy carnivals, making obvious mention of the "FreakShows" Obviously changing to a few years ago, since today they are considered unethical, and in most countries they are even illegal, or slightly common.

Warning: Yandere behavior, obsession, kidnapping, mention of probable selling of people (slavery), as well as inappropriate treatment, etc.

Now, enjoy it!

He could have met you when he was just forming the circus; when the circus was already fully formed; He met you around your town/city; or you were simply sold to the circus as a freak.

Whatever the case, he saw something in you that attracted him and he liked it deeply.

Whatever your physical condition, you seemed, seem and will continue to seem beautiful to him.

He would hate to see you coexist with the other freaks or with some normal civilian.

Whatever your talent or ability, he will like it and love to see you whether during shows or during a rehearsal.

He would gladly introduce you during shows, with compliments and praise disguised as formality.

He would get angry if another employee or one of the freaks noticed you, which would put that co-worker on his blacklist.

He would leave you flowers, gifts and even notes in your dressing room, cage, etc.

If in that case you have been sold to the circus, and he finds out that your sellers (who may or may not have been your parents) did not treat you well, he would make them pay dearly for hurting you.

Do you have friends or a partner? Well, not anymore! They are dead or were kicked out of the circuses.

Whether you rehearse; sing, dance or act during the shows; whether you sleep, bathe, etc., he would always watch and harass you from a distance.

Yes, he would be able to kill the other freaks who have other intentions with you. He could also miss the rehearsals and acts of his rivals.

If he is very macabre, he would secretly spoil the functions of his rivals, or those he dislikes the most, causing them humiliation and accidents.

He would be deeply bothered by your rejections of him, and as revenge, he would "accidentally" ruin your rehearsals and performances.

If you see him murdering a co-worker (freak or not) and he finds out, he could threaten you with your family, friends and perhaps partner; chase you, harass you, watch you and convince you that what he did was "for your good," according to him; or he would kill you both out of love and to silence you and thus save his reputation.

If he could, he would spy on you while you prepare for some show.

In case he has kidnapped you when you were a normal civilian and tried to escape; He would punish you with confinement, physical and also psychological and then ask yourself: -Why would you like to leave us? Why do you want to leave the circus, and why do you want to leave me?-.

It is also likely that he has kidnapped you while you were a common civilian, and then he has ended up forcing you to be a circus phenomenon, either amputating you or costing some limbs; dye your hair or burning your face or some part of your body. -The end. What do you think about this?

[allzelemonz]

NSFW Alphabet: Freakshow

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: Either, wording is neutral Rating: M/Smut Warnings: Sex, cum, dirty talk, oral, unconventional toys

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He always lies awake and plays with your hair, giving you the occasional kiss on the forehead. He’ll mumble random things about you or his work until he can bring himself to close his eyes.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He cherishes your waist. He loves that it is the perfect size to wrap his arms around. He loves to grip onto it tightly as he fucks you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves your cum on him. He goes out of his way so that you cum on his face or stomach.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He has a fantasy of using his staff on you. The cold glass ball to rub against your entrance, the pole to penetrate you and prepare you for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He was a bit of an outcast growing up, but he has some experience. He knows enough to make you want more.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Classic and traditional with him on top. He loves having you under his control, under him. The power to make you moan his name is one he holds close to his chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He tells the odd joke here and there with a laugh every once and awhile, but he loves a quiet moment of looking into your eyes as he shows you just how much he loves you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not much a hairy guy, you’ve never seen him with any hair down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the most romantic in the moment. He’ll surprise you with dinner and rose petals leading up to the bed before hand, but once he’s on top of you he has only one goal.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Being on the road makes it difficult, but he does when he gets the chance.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He enjoys orgasm denial on you. He loves to control, so being able to bring you to the edge and keep you there is a big turn on for him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He loves sex just backstage of the circus. After having just introduced an act and left the crowd with cheers he uses that adrenaline for you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk always gets him going. Begging does as well. Anything to hear your voice yearning for him.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never let anyone watch you. He loves attention, being a ringmaster, but he can’t stand the idea of any other eyes on you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t like giving oral, but he loves receiving it. Being able to tug at you hair and move your head is what he relishes in.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast for the moment the thought enters his mind. He only slows down if you persuade him with a bit of begging.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves them as long as there’s a private place. It’s during quickies that he leaves hickeys on your neck to show what had happened as you both walk out of the room.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll do anything if you ask him. As long as it doesn’t involve other people he usually says yes.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

There are nights when he could fuck you until the sun comes up. But, some nights it’s just the one and done. It depends on how much his work takes out of him and how long it’s been since he’s been with you.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have traditional toys, but he likes to use other things on you. With all the ghostly artifacts and riches he has there is a never ending chain ‘toys’.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

If he has the time he loves to leave you hanging and begging for more.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn’t hold back. He loves to hear you scream his name as he moans into your ear.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He will often leave you lingerie or some sort of sexy clothing for you to have on when he comes back from a show. The eyes he makes at you when he gets back turn you on more than him seeing you in the clothes.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s packing. If you don’t believe me, look at his feet in pictures. They say foot size is comparable to the penis. So he is magnum for sure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

If it weren’t for his anemia he would have a higher drive, but he manages to match you most of the time.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has trouble sleeping every night. So, he lies awake long after you’ve fallen asleep.

[lcnelyghost]

above all//tristan duffy

pairings; tristan duffy, female reader

rating; pg :)

warnings; slight harsh language. but other than that, just tons of fluff <3

summary; a short and sweet fic with the female reader finding her boyfriend, tristan, all snuggled up in bed after he’d accidentally fallen asleep whilst waiting up for her.

You made you’re way to room 52. The room both you and you’re beloved partner shared. You’d gone out for a girls night and felt rather sorry whenever you had to leave Tristan in by himself. He didn’t mind, of course. He liked it when you could go and enjoy yourself. Besides, you weren’t really missing out on anything. He’d go buy snacks and put something stupid on the TV like South Park or Family Guy. He supposed it was enough to keep himself occupied? Most likely.

You took a quick peep through the keyhole and noticed the lights were off. He had a habit of flicking the switch and having the television as his only source of light. Either that or he was sleeping. But just in case, you wanted to be as quiet as you could to avoid waking him up.

Soon enough, the key was shoved in and you slowly pulled the handle. Soft snores filled the room along with the blaring sound of Eric Cartman’s voice. You crept over to the TV and turned it off. You glanced over to Tristan who was currently smooshing himself further into his pillows. You giggled and approached the heartwarming sight to inspect it a little bit closer.

It would melt anyone’s heart to see their boyfriend nestled into his bed, sleeping soundly. You noticed how Tristan shivered slightly when he realised he had nothing covering him. He was still deep in slumber but began to stir a bit. You frowned and looked at the duvet which was currently on you’re side of the bed, but also halfway on the floor.

You quietly covered him back up and screwed you’re eyes shut in fear when he stirred even more. You let out a small sigh of relief when he only scratched his nose and fell silent again. Tip toeing away from the bed, you decided to go ahead and get changed in another area of the room.

Tristan fluttered his eyes open and squinted at the light coming out from the bathroom door. He groaned and rolled over, accidentally taking a tumble then falling on his ass during the process.

He rubbed his sore behind and crawled back into bed. You came waltzing out of the bathroom and gave yourself quite a fright when you saw Tristan peering at you, wide awake.

“Shit. Did I wake you?” You whispered. He smiled softly and shook his head.

He patted gently on the spot next to him, gesturing for you to climb into bed with him.

You finished getting undressed and he smirked at you’re now bra-clad form. You lay down on the bed and wiggled closer to him. He moved you to where he wanted, allowing you to snuggle into his bare chest.

Tristan hummed in satisfaction and placed a light kiss on you’re forehead. You felt his arm snake around you’re waist as he held you in a protective manner.

After feeling more safer than you’ve ever felt, you closed you’re eyes and wished to fall asleep. Dreaming happy dreams whilst in you’re peaceful slumber.

Tristan soon noticed that you’d finally decided to rest for tonight, shuffling a little and preparing to go to sleep himself.

“I love you,” Tristan mumbled. And with that, he soon followed on with you’re actions and drifted off back into his long nap for the night.

[denim-devil]

Greedy

Jimmy Darling x Male reader

WARNINGS - NSFW, Fingering, S E X

You fall victim to the pleasure of Mr Jimmy Darling

A/N - Enjoy my lovelies! (I KNOW THIS IS AN OLD FIC- but…I had to bring it back-)

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“Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite” A smile so fond quickly followed, feeling the rising blush on your face. You quickly looked to the floor, smiling innocently…Jimmy liked that…He was beautiful…his hands, they didn’t bother you, they were interesting, different which you liked about him.

He also happened to be the one your sister was paying for his “services”, you heard he was good, with both genders. You quickly glance towards the man who was standing up eagerly, holding a hand out to you as a welcome. You follow through, holding onto the much larger hand, his warm fingers wrapping around your own hand caused you to shiver.

“B-Beautiful” you whisper. Jimmy’s heart was through the roof, how could someone think of his hands as beautiful…you were just a sweet little thing weren’t you.

He returned the compliment with a sincere smile, watching him, he lets go of your hand, walking over to the bottom of the bed awaiting for you to strip. No words were passed as you slowly lose one item of clothing to the next until you were stood, naked infront of him.

Jimmy licked his lips, his mouth going dry, eyes glued to your figure. You weren’t anything like your sister, you were shy, innocent…sweet, well endowed.

“Lay down for me peaches”

You almost want to whimper at the nickname, but you don’t, instead you do as told, slowly laying down on your back in the thin sheets of the bed. It wasn’t unusual for Jimmy to please a man, it was easy as much as touching a women.

Grabbing the liquid ointment from the bedside table, you watch as he covers two of his conjoint fingers which glistened underneath the ambient lighting.“Open up for me doll” His free hand lifts one of your legs up as you pull them as close as you could to your chest, watching as he dips his much larger hand, the lengthy two fingers circling your pucker.

Seconds passed by as your heart thumped away in your chest, closing your eyes you prepared yourself for the breach. Clutching the pretty pink sheet underneath you, you feel his fingers slip pass your tight ring of muscle, sinking into your ass.

You whimper out of pain at first, the burning sensation grew as his fingers grazed your velvet walls, pulling out slowly, he thrusted deeper this time, angling his thrusts upwards, curling his fingers as they rested against that spot.

You allow a high whimper to pass your open lips as you settle on the proud smirk sat on Jimmy’s face.“R-Right there-“ Pulling back slightly he allows you to breathe before pressing forwards again, again and again, over and over, brushing past that bundle of nerves which turned your vision a blinding white.

You’ve never felt this before, not like this, the burning of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of your g-spot. Your cock weaped with pre-cum, begging to cum as Jimmy thrusted again right into that spot. “Close peaches?”

You nod…which was enough for Jimmy to follow through with quicker hand movements, his large finger slipping in and out until you were no more but a mess. You clung to his arm, feeling yourself on the brink…then it happened.

He watched you cum, the moans that followed had Jimmy hard in his loose trousers. He rocked against the bed frame as drop after drop shot from your cock, covering your stomach. Jimmy slowly slipped his fingers from your now gaping hole, eyes glued to your sweaty body as he stands over you. “M-More…p-please” your whimpers and begging bring Jimmy enough courage to slip out of his clothes, although your sister gave strict instructions…you both wanted each other.

[thehermitsaltar]

Hi! Do you think you could do something with

"Could you hold my hand?" And Jimmy from freakshow?

A/N; ass-ablutely, not enough jimmy love tbh😫 also I love this gif so much

Why was he so nervous?

He'd preformed a million times before.

So why couldn't he shake this feeling?

"Jimmy?"

A voice broke him out of his anxious pacing and troubled thoughts. He looked up to the source, finding his childhood best friend and long time crush, Y/N.

"You okay?" Y/N spoke again once Jimmy looked up at him. Jimmy's face was painted with unease. His body tense and hands timidly hidden in his pockets. It was evident the man was racked with nerves.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

Jimmy dawned a fake smile. He wasn't only trying to convince Y/N he was okay, but also trying to convince himself.

After a moment of staring at each other, Jimmy let out an exasperated sigh and plopped himself down on a nearby chair. His hands finding a new home in his hair, as he messed up the brown strands.

Y/N was quick to kneel next to Jimmy's slumped over body. His own hands resting gingerly on the others knee.

"I'ma freaking wreck, man. I-I mean the house is full and I gotta follow up ma-"

With every word he spoke his breathing got heavier, and his speech rapid.

The only thing that stopped his anxiety-filled speech, was Y/N putting a hand on his toned arm.

"Hey man. Your gonna do great, and everyone's gonna love you. How could they not?"

Y/N's voice was tender. It almost instantly made him feel better. Almost.

"But what if they don't like me."

Jimmy finally looked up into Y/N's eyes. His own brown eyes were brimming with tears, ready to spill at the drop of a hat.

"Why wouldn't they like you?"

The kneeling man was genuinely confused by this. How could anyone not like Jimmy? He was sweet, helpful, and best of all- a total momma's boy. Y/N certainly loved him.

Without a word Jimmy held his hand's into both their view. A silent gesture into every reason he was having anxiety.

"Gimme your hand."

Y/N held his hand out open palmed toward him.

"What? Why would you want to-"

"Could you just hold my hand?"

Y/N's voice was on the brink of demanding.

Jimmy hesitantly slid his hand into the other mans grasp. The man below him pulled his hand to his lips. Y/N began placing gentle kisses over every inch of Jimmy's hands. The man in turn grew a deep blush over his ears and cheeks.

"How could they not like you, Jimmy?"

[sunflowersandsesameseeds]

  Sharing Cigarettes

(This isn't my best work, but I recently got back into this series sooooooo)

Y/N took the last sip of his coffee and hung his head back, sighing quietly.

  "Rough day, handsome?"

   His head snapped to the direction for his eyes to be met with a young man in a leather jacket with leather gloves, around his own age. Y/N would be lying if he said he didn't think he was attractive. 

  Dark and curly hair, with one strand sticking to his forehead, and a playful grin across his lips. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response. Y/N's face heated slightly, but he chuckled lightly. 

  "Guess you could say that. Rough might be an understatement, though." He looked away from the man to dig through his pockets for a cigarette.

  The man slid his gloved hands into his pockets, smiled lessening but not fading completely.

  "I think I know how ya feel. I'm Jimmy, though. Jimmy Darling." 

  Y/N grinned. "'Darling?' Fitting." 

  Jimmy laughed and leaned back in his stool, his feet looped through the stool legs.

   Y/N lit his cigarette, taking a long drag off of it. He breathed the smoke out through his nose.

  "I'm Y/N. That's about all you need to know." Things spread fast in this town. The last thing he needed was to out himself immediately. Jimmy hummed and stood up from his place.

  "It was nice seein' a fresh face. I'm sure I'll see you around." Jimmy then strolled out of the diner, and Y/N could've swore he saw a wink before the man walked out. 

  He decided to boil it down to his imagination. After finishing his cigarette, he left his money on the counter and left.

  

  

   Y/N was cornered by two other guys against the back of the diner. He sighed as they began to laugh at him.

  "Well hey, fagboy. You enjoyin' yourself tonight? Suck any dick?" One of them snarked. They both burst into another fit of laughter. Y/N's nose scrunched in disgust.

  The other one shoved him hard, his head hitting the brick wall. 

  "I gotta know, do you prefer takin' it up, or puttin' it in?" They howled with laughter. 

  Y/N tried to keep his cool, really. He's learned pretty well. Being gay in this time was a pain in the ass, and if they called the cops, he'd be fucked. No questions asked.

  Today was different, though. The news of his 'sickness' had gotten out to his job, so now he didn't have one. All Y/N wanted was a meal from the diner, but of course, that was fucking impossible.

  He couldn't help it. Before he even knew what he was doing, Y/N punched the man to his right, knocking him to the ground. 

  He immediately jumped on the man on the ground, punching him repeatedly. The man screamed, punched, and kicked, landing a lot on the other. Y/N felt his blood boil as the guy's blood started to splatter onto his knuckles. The guy below him was knocked unconscious at some point, so he backed up, now panting.

  Y/N was jerked away as the other man pulled him up, his arm around his neck. He held him higher, beginning to choke him. Y/N squirmed and thrashed, trying desperately to escape.

  Right as he was going to pass out, someone yanked the man off of him. Y/N gasped for air, falling to his knees. 

  "Get the fuck away from him!" Jimmy screamed, shoving him into a wall. He then kicked him square in the ches. The man stumbled up, grabbed his friend, and limped out of the area, screaming profanities.

  Y/N managed to look up at Jimmy and grinned, wiping spit off of his bottom lip. 

  "G- Good to see you again, Darling." His voice came out raspy and low. 

  Jimmy laughed breathily, gently pulling the other up. "I could say the same. What were those guys pissy about anyways?" Y/N considered telling him the truth, eventually deciding to as they set off. What would be the harm?

  He spit off towards the side, grimacing at the blood in his saliva, and looked at Jimmy.

  "This town isn't too fond of fairies, I've noticed." Y/N answered, voice flat. Jimmy paused, trying to get what he was referring to. 

  "Uh, what- oh. Oh." He smiled. "Well, you certainly did a good job roughin' one of' em up. Two against one ain't fair." 

  Y/N laughed. "Aren't you a charmer?" He lit another cigarette, wincing as he put it between his lips. Stupid split lip. He took a drag and offered it to Jimmy. 

  Jimmy hesitated. He took off his gloves, revealing his deformed hands, and then looking to Y/N for his response. Y/N just smiled.

  "Well, those are cool."

  He blinked a few times and started laughing, taking the cigarette from the other man.

  "Thanks, toots. You're something else." Jimmy pressed the cigarette to his lips and scrunched his nose at the taste of blood. He looked at Y/N.

  "Your lip's bleeding." Before Y/N could apologize for giving this dude a bloody cigarette, Jimmy reached out and wiped away some of the blood from his lip. His hand lingered near the other's face a little longer before dropping to his side. 

  Jimmy took a hit from the cigarette and offered it back to him. Y/N swallowed thickly, taking it back. His face felt very warm again; he felt like he was drowning, but in a good way.

  Y/N smiled. "Now you're just being cruel." He put the cigarette in his mouth. Jimmy walked closer and leaned in a bit.

  "Hey, what'd ya say we go out sometime?" He grinned, leaning right by Y/N's ear. "Got something I wanna show ya. More people like me." His voice was very audible. Y/N grinned and backed up.

  "Yeah, I think I'd like that, Darling." 

  Jimmy grinned and kissed his cheek. He waved as he started to walk off.

  "See you around, handsome."

  Y/N smiled, shaking his head. "Seems I've gotten myself into something."