#tw: gross old men

[frownyalfred]

a random socialite at a fundraiser: you know Bruce, that boy of yours is getting to be a little too pretty. heh.

Bruce Wayne, who was also "too pretty" at fourteen and is absolutely ready to castrate anyone who even looks at Dick directly: oh?

[leolovesthings]

I kind of chill in my own bubble usually, so I'm only now getting to know about neil gaiman assaulting ppl

in case anybody else is also in a bubble:

[snarky-badger]

Okay, Men/Males/AMAB of Tumblr - here's what NOT to do.

Do not approach a female human being (AFAB or otherwise) - who is with their family (actually just don't do this in general) - sit next to her table while trying to give her compliments she doesn't want, ask to share her serving of soup, tell her 'oh I always wanted a bigger woman as a wife, they're sterner', when she declines, and then proceed to STARE AT HER FOR THE ENTIRE TIME you're there, and then, when you leave, tell her she's pretty and then RUB YOUR FUCKING MEAL RECEIPT AGAINST HER CHEEK with a creepy smile.

God I need several showers and some bleach.

THIS. This is why women/females/AFAB don't feel safe with men/males/AMAB! Because lots of you pull shit like this - WHILE OTHERS JUST WATCH AND DO NOTHING! (like my goddamn father).

I got to have a panic attack in a restaurant bathroom this afternoon. I did not enjoy it.

DON'T DO THIS. DO. NOT. DO. THIS.

It is not 'cute', it is not 'suave', it is not a fucking COMPLIMENT!

It's fucking CREEPY and GROSS!

And if you see another man/male doing this to someone FUCKING STOP THEM!!

[justmewondering56]

[abed-superslut-swagger]

I’ve been 22 for one hour and MacDen is essentially canon like Megan Ganz rlly gave me the best birthday gift i could ask for. Also i’m drunk so like.... i might think this is a dream in the morning and boy i will be so pleased to find out it is real

[brandnewcherryvapeflavor]

shout out to all the 20-something’s who wear pigtails to their jobs where tips are split up by hours worked… we do more for our stores than the actual managers

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: In Which Gojo Satoru Commits Regicide.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 0.7k.

TW: Mentions of Consensual Sex and Off-Screen Violence. I Am Coping, But I Am Also Pissed. Be Patient, I Beg of You.

Live Dove: Tender and Sweet.

You’d been a little confused when Satoru came home uncharacteristically giddy in spite of the bitingly cold February weather, and a little more than confused when he said he had something to show you, took you by the arm, and teleported you out of your apartment entirely (after waiting for you to give your clear and enthusiastic consent, of course). You had no idea where he was taking you, but it only took a single second of whipping your head in either direction, a single glimpse of those awful bright yellow curtains and tacky eagle rug, to know where you were.

“Satoru,” you gasped, and his grin widened. “Is this the oval office?”

“The one and only.” His voice was low and smug, his tone more than enough to prove that he already knew you like your surprise. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he swept the content the presidential desk in the floor with his free hand and lifted you onto its outer edge, placing himself in the space between your open legs as if brought there by a gravitational pull. You draped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a long, deep kiss as sweet as apple pie, or funnel cake, or other true symbols of American culture that were formed through a broad, grassroot endearment rather than a bunch of gross old men deciding they’d look cool on a flag three-hundred years ago.

Reminded of gross old men, you pulled away with another sharp gasp. “But, ‘toru, what if he catches us?”

You had no problem with getting your back blown out by your loving boyfriend in one of the most sacred rooms in the United States, but if that lead-paint poisoned geezer happened to walk in (if he even could walk on his own, anymore), it’d totally ruin the mood. Satoru only laughed. “Don’t worry, baby,” And then, flashing you a quick wink, “I made sure to clear the place out for us.”

“Satoru, you didn’t!”

“Guess some fascists just can’t handle their blunt force damage,” he said, shrugging. Suddenly, your expression dropped, and Satoru noticed right away. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Well, it’s not that the racist, senile felon didn’t deserve to have his skull caved in by a bisexual transgender man – since, y’know, we’re both bisexual and transgender.” Satoru nodded, affirming the fact that you two were similarly transgender and also bisexual, which you were. “It’s just – now that misogynistic white supremacist who jerks off to Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale every night before fucking his couch is going to be president, and that that kind of sucks too.”

“James David Vance?”  Satoru asked, refusing to use his initially and therefore highlighting how stupidly pretentious his name was. “You think too little of me, sweetheart.”

Possibly for the third time, you gasped. “Is he…?”

“Mhm. Took care of him right before I came home, got him right as he was coming out of his filler appointment. Beat him to death with a copy of his own book and everything, after leaving it a one-star review on Goodreads, of course.” Again, he shrugged, but smile gave away his self-satisfaction. “It’s all in a day’s work for the world’s strongest and most politically active sorcerer, I guess.”

“But, if that pathetic old man and his castrated lapdog are both dead, then who’s the president?”

“Check the news, baby.”

You fished your phone out of your pocket as Satoru sucked hickeys into your neck, obviously waiting until he had your full attention to go further. Again, you gasped. You were starting to lose count of how many times that’d happened, so far. “Abortions and insulin are provided upon request and also free now?!”

“Oh, wait, are they?” You turned your screen in his direction, and Satoru hummed in approval. Everyone’s quality of life had gotten a lot better since your good friend, Nanami Kento, was placed onto the Supreme Court in the final days of Biden’s term. “Sick. Not what I was talking about, though – scroll down.”

You scrolled down, and gasped once more. Your throat was starting to hurt. “Everyone in the country’s unanimously ellected the first female president?”

“Not just any female president,” he said, smirking and tapping on a trust-worthy article from a reliable and non-partisan source. “Say her name for me, baby.”

The final gasp you gaspt was the loudest and most gasp-like of all.

“Hatsune Miku?!”

[misahyochaeng]

Webcam Honey >.< !!

(Sana x Fem! Reader) 🔞

tw: cam!girl reader, dom!sana, sub!reader, established relationship, humiliation, LOTS of dirty talk, fingering, degrading, cunnilingus, edging, vibrator, overstimulation, praise, strapon. (NOT PROOFREAD!!)

summary: You and your girlfriend have a ritual of going on a fancy date once a month due to both of you guys normally having busy schedules. But today, you got kind of caught up…

—

The lights were slightly dimmed to set the mood, body glistening with sweat as you went to work on your pussy, knuckles and palm covered with a thick coating of pussy slick that dripped down by small drops onto your mattress; you stared at the camera infront of you, donations flooding by on your second monitor with messages from old men and virgin perverts with no life praising how sexy you looked and telling you how they wanted to touch you.

Being honest, it was gross, but it worked out, knowing you could pleasure yourself almost daily just to earn a solid hundred-bucks, you began doing it as a profession.

You cupped your clothed tit, a lacy pair of red lingerie barely covering up your chest as you pinched and toyed with your erect nipple, holding eye contact with the camera as you put on rather exaggerated faces in pleasure.

That was until you heard your front door open and footsteps getting closer, “Baby, i just got back from my cousin’s!” she exclaimed before she opened the door with a smile “Just gotta put on some fancy clothes before we…” She took in the sight, cameras propped up as you toyed with your pussy, now muted, obviously. “head out…”

She sighed, playing off a small hue of pink on her cheeks, trying to maintain her composure, “Interesting.. I thought you said you don’t stream on our date nights..” she sulked a bit. “F-Fuck babe—, It’s tonight?..” you furrowed your brows as you stared at her, lowering the camera angle to your lower body so they wouldn’t see you talking to your lover. “Yes, honey, it’s tonight that we have our monthly date.” she eyed you up and down, jaw clenching a bit in annoyance as she realized you forgot something so meaningful to her.

“I’m sorry my love, i forgot.” You put on a pout as you put your movements to a halt, realizing the situation becoming serious. “You forgot it was our date night?” she interrupted, “I’m sorry, baby, please i’ll make it up to you.”

Sana scoffed “Uhuh.” She bit the inside of her cheek in annoyance, narrowing her eyes are she stared you down. “Are you mad at me?..” you frowned, a wave of guilt rushing your body, not even daring to look her way from how shameful you felt, toying your pussy rather than getting ready for your date.

“Can they hear me?” Sana pointed at the mic you had placed near you “Wait, Sha.. don’t—“ she tapped the unmute button. “Hey stream!” She adjusted the camera back onto you both as she smiled rather enthusiastically, completely different to how she was acting when she was away from the camera. “What are you doing” you asked concerned as you tried to adjust yourself, trying to stop Sana.

“What do you mean what am i doing, just saying hi..” She smiled softly, eyes beady as she stared at the camera, a small wink thrown onto the lense as she giggled, “Y’know… my girlfriend must REALLY love her little fans, since she completely forgot about our date tonight and instead wants to play with herself infront of you guys!” she retorted inbetween gritted teeth, looking directly at you through the camera. “You must feel sooo special, don’t you?” she clenched her jaw even harder, knuckles growing with from her tight fist.

“Love, please I forgot, it was just a mistake.” You caressed her arm, squeezing it a bit to reassure her, Sana glared at you “Let’s make this little ‘mistake’ never happen again, alright?” she used air quotes as she crossed her arms, the chat flooding with questions and multiple arguments, if it were up to you, you’d end the stream and delete the account by now, thought your girlfriend had other things in mind.

“Plus.. even if you make mistakes the first time, you still need lessons, right?” You twitched, hand extending to finally end the life, she pulled you down by your wrist “Don’t end the stream, baby, the show must go on, no?” You whined. “Go ahead, keep playing with yourself.” Sana sat next to you now, legs and arms crossed as she stared at your soaking wet cunt, eyes darkening with lust.

“Baby please, i’m shy..” You closed up your legs, redness trailing down to your collarbones as you began shielding your body off. “Oh you’re shy now? Is it because i’m here watching you play with that dirty pussy?” her voice turned husky as she leaned closer, whispering in your ear

You felt the heat inbetween your legs grow as you squirmed at her hot breath against your ear. “Guess i’ll help you, princess.” she ran her fingers up and down your slit ever-so slowly, her gaze fixed on your center like a predator waiting to feast on its meek prey. “Aww, look how wet your pussy is.” she teased, voice laced with pity and she showed you off to all the people watching. “Poor chat, you can look, but you can’t touch. This is all mine.”

She bit down on your neck, leaving kisses and purple bruises right where your ear and jaw connect, every touch from her sending a shiver down your spine. “But you sick fucks probably get turned on by this, no?” she eyed the camera as she began to rub your clit, mouth still hungrily latched on to your neck.

She stuck her fingers in, your body jolting forward as you moaned loudly for her, your wet pussy sucking up her fingers easily, “Gosh, baby, that moan was so hot.” she pumped her fingers at a steady pace, “Same as the sound of how wet you are for me.” Sana wrapped her hand around your neck and pulled you into a kiss.

“Just love going in and out of this pretty cunt..” she bit your bottom lip before going back to your jaw, she eyed your main monitor for a sec, the number of views growing up to almost more than four digits “Well look at that, the viewer count really grew.. maybe if i have a hundred more people on, i’ll use a vibrator on her, hm?” Your eyes widen as you were about to protest, but was quickly cut off by her fingers curling deep inside you, your pussy clenching against them.

“Don’t complain, baby, i know your pussy gets so wet when you get fucked infront of a bunch of people.. especially when we did it in that balcony, got so noisy for me, i bet everyone knew how good i was making you feel.” She pumped her fingers hard as she smirked, your noises growing with each and every ministration.

“You just like getting treated like a fuck-doll, don’t you?” you nodded profusely, Sana letting out a cocky chuckle as she began to talk to the camera again. “Can you hear those slutty moans, and she goes even crazier when i use my tongue like this..”She leaned down and latched onto your puffy clit, you squeezed her head with your thighs as you pushed her deeper; though she was quick to pull apart.

“Fuck—no, baby please..” you whined loudly before grabbing her by the wrist towards your cunt. “Aww, you want me to eat you out, baby? After forgetting our planned date? You selfish fucking whore.” She pumped her fingers even harder, curling deeper than before.

“Beg, beg me to eat that wet pussy.” she spit on your cunt before dipping her fingers in again. “Gosh—Fuck, Baby please.. PleASE..” she slapped your cunt, “Come on, you can do louder than that.” and so you did, practically screaming and begging with no shame for her to eat your cunt. “That’s my girl”

She wasted no time and dipped into your center, vile groans and moans leaving her mouth as she slurped and licked, her noises vibrating against your cunt as your thick pussy slick coated down her chin; her defined nose rubbing your clit from time to time, giving you even more stimulation.

She sucked like her life depended on it, like someone who hasn’t eaten for days, enjoying their final meal, your taste drove her insane and she couldn’t have enough. You tangled your fingers in her brunette hair as you threw your head back in pleasure, she smirked against your pussy at every reaction you gave her, spitting on your cunt again before dipping back in; you felt the knot forming in your stomach.

“You gonna cum, baby” Sana looked up at you, locking eyes as she bobbed her head on your cunt, paying attention to inside your pussy and your puffy clit. You nodded desperately as you pushed her head further, with a harsh smack of her lips, she pulled apart—“No.”

“Baby, please—“ she shut you up with a kiss, “Not yet, love, we made it to a thousand more views, i promised id use the vibrator on you. Now lay down slut.” You were about to protest but hesitated, doing as she asked, she put a vibrator wand right on your clit, turning it on the medium setting.

You gripped the bedsheets, legs shaky as you moaned non-stop, Sana giggled, “So fucking pathetic, just moaning away.” your lip quivered as you shut your eyes, knowing that you weren’t gonna hold the urge to cum any longer; one of your hands went to hold onto Sana’s arm, which was moving around—going up and down with the toy on your puffy pussy..

“Look at her just squirming around and holding onto my arm so helplessly..” she bit her lip as the talked to the viewers, she was holding back—a lot—she wanted to fuck you then and there, to make you feel good. She good practically cum just by the sound of your moans, but she knew you had to learn your lesson.

She leaned in to whisper in your ear. “When i’m done with you, you’ll be a filthy cumming mess.” she nibbled on your earlobe before landing a tender peck on your jaw. You felt the knot forming again, and you knew you couldn’t hold it “Babe—Close, please I—“ She interrupted “Shhh…you can take it” you protested—“Please!”— Her voice turned stricter this time—“Baby i know you can take it.”

You tried pushing her hand away, you knew the stimulation was too much and you’d cum without her permission. Sana landed a harsh slap on your pussy, “Stop fucking moving.” she bit back in annoyance, you put your head down in shame. “If you can take forgetting our date you can take this, bitch. Move my hand away again and i’m turning it up.” She pulled you harshly by your jaw so you’d look at her, you stared with lidded eyes, too fucked senseless to even think properly, you nodded.

You screamed as you pushed her hand away again, quick to regret it, “You’re just fucking asking for it, aren’t you?” she turned up the setting to the maximum, pressing down on your pussy.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you begged her to stop, voice cracking and body shaking while your breath hitched. “Sana, please—Fucks sake!” Sana put on a fake pout as she pressed it down more, a scream coming out of your lips that even the neighbors could hear, “Aww you wanna cum? Say ‘please Sana can i cum?’”.

“Pl—ease.. Sana— fuck.. can I cUM!” Sana pressed a gentle kiss to your lips “Cum for me, my love.”

And with those simple words, you quickly came undone for her, vision turning blurry as you arched your back, body spasming, knuckles turning white from how hard you gripped the sheets, collapsing on the mattress. “Good girl, baby..” she teased as she landed a peck on your cheek, the vibrator on max setting still on your clit. “Baby, please.. I can’t take it anymore.” tears ran down your eyes as you stammered with your words, “I’m not done with you yet baby, you’ve been doing such a good job.” the vibrator was collected with slick, the mattress sheets stained as your inner thighs glowed under the light.

“You’re so pretty when your eyes roll back like that, love” she stick her tongue on and lick that one sensitive spot on your neck. “I know you love being tortured like this, whore.”

Tears ran down your cheeks, “Aw, you’re tearing up? It’s okay baby, one more minute.” She payed attention to your neck again, going down to your collarbones to nibble and leave marks at them too.

She turned it off.

“Bend over, baby.” she reached for the strap harness, a purple dildo attached to it. “Face the camera, i want everyone to see the faces you do when i make you feel this good.” you obeyed, though protesting a bit at facing the camera. She lined her tip in, sliding it up and down to lube it up with your wetness. “Aww look how—“ she whined as she stuck it in “pretty you are.. fuck..” she began moving her hips slowly “Gosh it’s already soaking wet..” the room felt hot as she groaned and moved her hips, skin slapping echoing the room.

“Mmm…Baby your moans are so pretty..” she put her hands on your hips, toying and squeezing the skin there. “Come on, tell the stream how much of a slut you are, begging to be used.” you stammered, trying to speak but you felt good—too fucking good. “Come on..speak up, baby.”

“I’m— hnghh.. i’m sorry, please.” Sana put on a sarcastic facade as she faked gasped “Oh you’re sorry huh? You’re sorry?” You nodded. “Well let’s see how sorry you are now, bitch” She began thrusting at a rough pace, your mouth falling open as your tits swinged forward and backward at every thrust. Sana looked at the viewer count again, “Damn, basically everyone is here.. just watching your pretty pussy get fucked.” you screamed her name.

“Hmm? Does that turn you on, huh? Having everyone watching all the lewd faces and slutty noises from my strap, hm?” you nodded as your hand rose to cover your mouth, a cracking noise was heard as a stinging pain rose to your ass, Sana landed a harsh slap on it.

“Move your fucking hand.” She stopped her thrusts to warn you before going back to fucking you hard and good again. “You’re lucky i don’t have my handcuff and gag, bitch. I want you creaming all over this strap.” She angled herself deeper, your pussy squelching echoing the room, “Such a nasty bitch.”

She grabbed you by the shoulder and lifted you up a bit, hips still going to work, “Come here baby.” she pressed her lips onto yours, humming in delight as your saliva exchanged, knowing you were tasting yourself on your lips right now. “Good slut, now admit to the chat that you love getting fucked infront of people.”

“I-I loved getting fucking infront of people..” you said inbetween moans “Yeah? you liked getting ruined infront of everyone, Y/N?” she angled it deeper than before, hand going down to rub your clit in figure eights. “Fuck—Yes, mommy.”

Sana’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, “Fuck, you know how much it turns me on when you call me mommy.” She gripped onto your tits for support as she fucked you even harder, guttural groans escaping her lips as she fucked you at an animalistic pace, the mattress creaking and shaking harshly.

Sana moaned as the strap rubbed her clothed clit, “You gonna cum, baby? Cum for me. Fucking cum for me.” She stuck her fingers in your mouth as she helped you ride her high, back arching as you seized and twitched on her, Sana wrapping you in a warm embrace as you laid groggily on the bed, fucked stupid.

Sana stood up and reached for the camera, “Well this was just a one time thing.. I need to uhm..” she stared at you for a moment, drool dripping on the corner of your lips as you laid there, eyes closed “take care of this lady…”

She fumbled with the controls.

“How do you turn off this thi—“

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Denial of Desire

Yandere Vampiress x Henchman Fem Reader

TW: comphet, internalized homophobia, denial of feelings, yearning, slowly slippping into madness, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder (threatened), etc.

Ophelia often dismissed you despite your constant concern of her well being. You knew she was a vampire and a mistress of the night, but she consistently put herself in danger. You once loved Ophelia, yet you knew she was straight. It would be rude to impose your feelings on your mistress when she only held distaste for you. Especially since you were nothing more than a servant to Ophelia.

Whether it was to hunt for food or to bring some random man back to her manor, you always had to clean up the mess. It started to get on your nerves since you were still new to being a vampire yourself… yet you had no interest in drinking human blood. Not like Ophelia did.

“Your cleaning skills are subpar. Can’t you do it any better?” Ophelia nagged you as she kicked over your mop bucket with her black pinkie wickers. You sighed, hours of work now ruined in mere seconds.

“My lady, I was simply on the first round of mopping. This quite difficult to remove old blood from the walls and floor.”

“Then find a better way to do it. I need to fetch my next victim soon and I don’t want them to see this mess.” Ophelia gestured to you and the filthy floor. “If you have any complaints, you can simply leave.”

You bowed your head and frowned. No matter how kind you were to your mistress or how you did your best to meet her demands, it was never enough. You were never enough.

“Apologies, I’ll keep cleaning.” You went back to scrubbing the walls and floor. You couldn’t let her rudeness get to you… not until you found a new master at least. Ophelia would be hosting a vampire ball by the end of the week so you may have your chance to flee then?

Ophelia studied your form before she smiled. You never complained no matter how rude she was to you, it was a trait she adored about you. She wished every servant was like you. It would make her life less stressful then… except she knew you were her favorite. You always dutifully fulfilled your every command in a timely manner… Ophelia was positive you’d always stay by her side. Why would you ever leave your mistress? She made you.

Ophelia had brought yet another man home and quickly whisked him up to her room without sparing you a glance. You shook your head at her antics before you decided to explore the manor’s garden to tend to. Despite now being a creature of the night, you still retained your love for gardening. It was just a shame you could never see the flowers under the sunlight again…

Ophelia on the other hand, couldn’t even get past kissing with this man. He was just like all the others before him… no matter what she did, it felt wrong. Being with men made her feel sick to her stomach and the vampiress didn’t understand why.

All her life, her parents told her she’d find a man one day and she could turn him into a vampire to be with her… yet all of them were subpar. Their genitalia disgusted her and they were far too hairy for her. Everything about men was gross other than their blood. That’s all they seemed to be good for…

Ophelia wiped her mouth from yet another messy meal, the vampiress made her way to her balcony to study her night garden. And that’s when she spotted you. What were you doing down there?

Ophelia studied your form as you trimmed up some of the bushes and tended to the flowers. You were so soft looking compared to the men. Soft and delicate like the petals of the roses below… forever young and beautiful thanks to Ophelia. You’d never have to age or worry about sickness. In Ophelia’s mind, she saved you. Yet why did you always look so sad? Was her company not enough for you?

Ophelia rested her arms on her balcony, her red eyes scanned your sullen form in thought. She wondered if her night would be different if it was you beneath her and not the many men she’s brought to her room. If your skin was as soft as it looked… if you were sensitive and lovely- no!

Ophelia shook her head and pushed herself from the balcony in haste. The vampiress ran a pale hand through her Snow White locks in horror. Why would she think of you in such a way? You were another woman… you weren’t a man. You were soft and sweet like fruit but she couldn’t have you. She couldn’t sleep with you because you were a woman. And Ophelia wasn’t a lesbian… she couldn’t be. She had to produce a pure blood vampire, it was her destiny.

Yet her impure thoughts said otherwise. Ophelia knew the truth deep down… she loved you. It’s why she was so mean to you. It was to try to scare you away.

When the ball came around, Ophelia’s breath hitched when she spotted you in your dress. How could someone look so lovely? If she still had a beating heart, she was sure it would burst

Ophelia did her best to ignore you at the ball but her eyes often shifted to you as you danced with other vampires… how could you dance so carefree with other women? Didn’t you feel shame like she did?

It was when Ophelia hung out with a young couple of pure blood vampires that she questioned herself. This couple consisted of two women? Two female vampires could be together? It was okay to be… she had no idea she could make that choice.

Ophelia felt tears gather in her eyes as the two pure bloods reassure her that it was okay to like other women. That they were immortal creatures who could do whatever they pleased.

And that was all it took for Ophelia to go running after you. The vampiress had to confess, she had to tell you how she felt-

Ophelia nearly fell to the floor when she saw you kissing another vampiress. Her dead heart dropped to her feet in shock when you ran your fingers through the other woman’s black locks. You… you were hers. You were her servant and no one else’s!

Ophelia wanted to kill this vampire you touched! How dare she touch you when you were her property! You cannot be with anyone other than Ophelia, herself!

Ophelia rushed forward and separated you from the other vampire. Her breathing ragged and her white hair in disarray. “I am in need of your assistance this instant. You do not have time to fraternize with the other candies here.”

You can’t even protest as Ophelia dragged you away by your arm. You’re speechless when Ophelia dragged you up the stairs towards her room.

“Mistress-“ You’re suddenly thrown to her bed, unable to scramble away since Ophelia lunged at you.

“I hate you…” Ophelia cried. “I hate how you make me feel. How I can’t get you out of my mind.”

“Mistress-“ Ophelia pressed her lips against yours with fervency. Her hands hungrily grasped at your flesh. You’re absolutely gobsmacked at this transgression. What?

“I hate you so much because I love you. I love you so much, it makes me crazy.” Ophelia muttered into your lips. “And I don’t care who I have to kill or what I have to do, I won’t let anyone else have you.”

[thewulf]

Cross || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

A/N: A request from a friend. Enjoy!

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 6,500+

TW: Abuse (Physical)

One

From an early age you learned how to sit down, shut up and do what you were told. Growing up on the south side of Chicago didn’t bode well for the greatest childhood. Your parents, if you could even call them that, gave you a shelter and sometimes some food but other than that? You were on your own from a very early age with your older brothers. Who quite frankly didn’t give a shit about you either.

You wished and prayed that your parents would snap out of it and start taking care of their children, but they never did. You gave up praying on your eighth birthday when your mom picked the pills over her own babies. Classic drug addicts. You gave up trying to form a relationship on your tenth birthday when you had to call an ambulance because your dad was unresponsive. He lived, somehow.

Things often got violent in the household. You learned how to protect yourself, learning how to fight back against two methed out parents by the age of twelve. Realizing quickly you had to learn how to defend yourself or you’d likely end up dead. You did just that. You wished your parents were alcoholics like every other parent on the south side. But no, they had to be hard drug users. They were so terribly unpredictable. Sometimes they’d treat you like gold but the very next day you could be getting beat on, you just never knew. You had to be ready at all times. It was exhausting being in constant fight or flight mode.

On your eighteenth birthday you left without saying a word. You didn’t have a plan nor a cent to your name but you sure were scrappy. You’d found weird jobs across the country for a few years before landing in San Diego and meeting Penny Benjamin.

You liked to think Penny saved your life from spiraling even further than it had. She was desperate for a bartender, and you were desperate for a stable job. You ended up falling in love with the job and the area. Most days were great, but some days were awful. And today? Today was one of those awful days.

“Hey sweetie, how about another beer?” A lovely patron of the Hard Deck clinked his empty beer glass against the wood countertop eyeing you up and down. Disgusting. You’d gotten used to brazen men checking you out, but it never ceased to amaze you just how gross they could get. Especially with a little beer in their system.

Rolling your eyes, you simply ignored him deciding to focus your attention elsewhere. Not giving the creepy old man who couldn’t seem to stop eye fucking you any satisfaction. You greeted a younger couple happily chatting away with them trying to ignore the creep as best as you could.

“Baby, I’m talking to you.” He yelled from across the bar interrupting you from the conversation. Penny gave you a look asking if you could handle it. You could. You dealt with these gross drunks all the time. It still didn’t make it pleasant though.

Giving her a quick nod, you turned back to the couple.

You were so tempted to ring that damn bell, but it was more effort than it was worth tonight. See, it was a Friday night at the hard deck and a bunch of Top Gun pilots were back making it even busier than you were used to. You didn’t have time to think let alone serve this entire bar another round. So, you decided against it instead finishing up the order you were already working on.

Once you finished serving the couple you turned your attention back to the man knowing you’d have to confront him eventually. You decided to serve everybody around him first making sure to pay him no attention.

“Baby is playing hard to get.”

Snapping your eyes up at him you swore your nostrils were flaring, “Don’t you fucking baby me.” You were tired. So damn tired of men thinking they could speak to you like you were nothing. Like your only purpose on this god forsaken planet is to serve them beer and look pretty.

“Feisty little one.” He winked as he slid his empty glass in front of you.

“Get the fuck out of this bar.” You stared at him with icy eyes. Any friendliness in your tone completely gone.

You noticed him pause at your words. Taking a second to see if you were being serious. It didn’t work though, he continued to press on, “A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have a mouth like that.” He slurred his words this time.

“Get the fuck out. Now.” Nearly growling you turned away. You were far too busy to be dealing with this shit right now. Another bartender called off and it was just you and Penny trying to serve hundreds of impatient people.

You didn’t make it too far feeling a cold hand wrap around your wrist.

Fuck it. He started it.

Turning around quickly you made a fist out of your hand like it was second nature. Not putting much thought into it you used all your might as your hand collided with his right eye. He dropped to the floor almost instantly with a thud sending the bar into an almost eerie silence.

“Fuck.” You groaned shaking your wrist out. You had forgotten just how bad it hurt to make direct contact like that. Penny flew over to you making sure you were okay.

It suddenly hit you how silent the bar had gotten after you threw that nasty punch. Only hearing a few whistles from the aviators over in the corner who were all eagerly watching in anticipation. Looking up at them you saw them all nodding and smiling. Simply thrilled this had happened while they were there.

“You okay?” Penny asked as she wrapped some ice in a towel for you.

“Perfectly fine.” You smiled graciously accepting the ice. Your knuckles were already turning purple from the impact.

She leaned over the bar to assess the damage you had inflicted, “Damn girl. You knocked him out cold.” Penny gave you a wide eyed expression as she turned back to you.

Smiling awkwardly at the customers who were still a little shocked you decked someone right in the face, you mimicked Penny leaning over the bar taking a peek. Nodding to yourself you were quite proud of that hit. Not that you necessarily condoned violence but sometimes it was necessary, like right now.

Penny rang the bell trying to liven the crowd back up and trying to signal for the young pilots to come over, “Seresin! Fitch! Throw him out will you?” She yelled to the two closest aviators who couldn’t seem to get enough of what was going on.

“Yes ma’am.” The pretty blond pilot answered her grinning from ear to ear. He looked like he loved this shit. You’d never seen him before. You were sure you would’ve remembered that face. That smile.

“Thank you.” Penny smiled at him before turning back to you. Eyeing your hand, she looked at you curiously, “Can you still serve or …” She trailed off not sure what to say. It wasn’t that often that a young female bartender straight decked a customer and knocked him out cold. Of course, it was you who had to break the mold. It was always you doing something you shouldn’t have.

You weren’t a bad kid. Quite the opposite really. A bit naïve if anything, you simply wanted the best for everyone. But you also weren’t a pushover. You’d given him a few warnings and he was the one that touched you first. You felt every justification in knocking the old creep out.

You always seemed to end up in these situations though. Your trash life just seemed to follow you everywhere like a curse you couldn’t break.

Shaking your head you dropped the ice, “I’m good!”

“That was one hell of a punch.” The blond pilot spoke up drawing your eyes back towards his. Damn, he was pretty. He was even more handsome when he was a few feet from you.

“Thanks.” You laughed grabbing a glass to fill up with a draft, “Guess my dad was good for something.” Smiling brightly at him you attempted to crack a joke. It might’ve been a defense mechanism, but it was true. Your dad was a low life good for nothing fuck who would’ve sold you if he knew he could. He was far too dumb to pull anything like that off though.

His smile dropped slightly being a bit taken aback by your casual statement, “You otta teach our friend Bobby over there how to throw a punch.”

The other pilot laughed at the blonds remark as he began to pick up the unconscious man.

“I’m sure Bobby can throw a punch just fine.” You halfway returned the smile. He was trouble and you could sniff that out a mile away. Growing up like you did gave you a sort of superpower to sniff out bullshit. Being able to read people like a book surely had its advantages.

“I beg to differ.” He threw you a wink before helping his friend out. Taking a breath, you were sure this was just the first of many encounters with the blond pilot. You weren’t sure if that excited you or made you want to quit on the spot.

Two

The next few days had slowed down quite a bit at the Hard Deck. You sure did love the money you made on Friday, especially after throwing that punch, but you were thankful it was slower. Finally, being able to catch your breath after the busy weekend shift.

You were distracted serving a few customers at the bar or you would’ve seen the blonde pilot enter with a few friends. You didn’t see his face perking up ever so slightly when he saw you behind the bar. He considered himself increasingly intrigued by you. He had surely never seen any woman handle herself like that. He simply loved it.

Of course, he offered to get the first round. He wanted to talk to you, even for a moment. Payback and Coyote teased him before he walked over to you. The two of them noticed how he kept bringing you up in conversation even though he knew nothing about you.

“I have a nickname for you.” A silky smooth southern voice from behind you spoke up. Turning around you bit your cheek to hide the stupid smile that wanted to grace your face. There he was… trouble.

“And that is?”

“Cross.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”

“You’ve got an amazing cross shot.” He grinned before continuing, “And I wouldn’t want to cross you.”

“The punch, really?” You grabbed him a few domestics from the fridge sliding them over after popping the tops.

He shrugged taking a slow sip from the glass, “What can I say? It was hot.”

You laughed shaking your head, “Noted…” You trailed off waiting for him to properly introduce himself.

“Hangman.”

“I’m not calling you Hangman. I’m Y/N.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a rag wiping down the counter next to him. Making sure to do anything to avoid eye contact with the pretty man.

“And why not? That’s a beautiful name, Y/N.”

“It’s weird.” You rebutted almost instantly ignoring his second comment. Terribly flirty this man was.

This time he let out a hearty laugh. He was enjoying himself all too much. The effortless back and forth between the two of you made him giddy. He could see how sharp you were, how witty you are.

“It’s not weird if I give you permission.”

You continued to clean, “I don’t need your permission. It’s still weird.”

He didn’t stop the smile that formed on his face, “Call me Jake then. I’m still calling you Cross though.”

You looked up to him now, “And if I don’t give you permission?”

“Like you said, I don’t need it.” He countered using your own words against you.

“Fair.” You narrowed your eyes in on him. He got you there, you couldn’t deny that one.

“So, where are you from doll?” You knew he was just being polite, no ill will towards the term of endearment. But you hated it.  Your childhood really truly traumatized you. When you were far too young you’d have men catcalling you on the streets calling you sugar, sweetie, honey, or baby. It made your skin crawl. You hated that simple terms of endearment were traumatizing to you. Those sweet nothings were taken from you. Why couldn’t you just be normal?

“Don’t call me that.” You harshly spoke back to him. Your eyes softened seeing his confused expression, “Please.” You added trying to soften the blow.

“I thought I didn’t need permission.” He smirked, testing your boundaries.

You bit your lip thinking hard about how you wanted to respond to him, “Please.” You smiled softly, opting to go the easiest route of begging him not to.

He nodded sharply understanding your near desperation in your ask. Taking another long sip of the beer he hesitated to leave even though his fellow aviators were so patiently waiting on their own.

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled before sauntering off back towards the pool table.

You spent your night relatively busy as the Hard Deck picked up. Sending glances Jake’s way, you couldn’t seem to keep yourself from looking at him. Maybe it was the way he presented himself so surely, but no man had ever treated you with the respect he had already shown.

The bar was literally in hell, yes, but here you were also intrigued with the pretty blond pilot.

Three

It had not been a good few days. Your piece of shit ex-boyfriend had shown up at your doorstep begging you to forgive him. You had called off the shitty relationship a month ago after you caught him cheating. Trash life, trash men.

You really did think he was different until you walked in on him hooking up with a neighbor.

Long story short he wouldn’t leave. The cops had to come. Once they left he had decorated your cheek with a nice little back slap which split your lip right open. He ended up leaving after telling you just how worthless he thought you were.

 You sat there crying to yourself wondering why you couldn’t get out of this shitty spiral that your life always seemed to be in. You’d escaped Chicago just to end up in the same situation that you’d grown accustomed to. Being abused by the people that should love you.

You told Penny the truth, not wanting to lie to her. Sure, she was your boss, but she was also one of your better friends here. The two of you got along like peas in a pod and you sure did suffer through enough long nights at the bar together.

She let you take the night off, understanding you would likely not be up for it.

However, she did invite you down to the beach the next day. She mentioned that shirtless pilots running around playing football might cheer you up. Not being one to pass up on such an opportunity you sped on down to the beach sitting next to Penny just outside the Hard Deck.

“Damn. You were right Penny.” You whistled lowly admiring the scene before you, “This really does help.”

She was smiling until she saw your lip, “You alright?”

“Yeah. Nothing I can’t handle. Just caught me by surprise is all.”

She was frowning now, “Did he do that before?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Shrugging you smiled as you found Jake in the swarm of men. Damn, he looked even better shirtless. That just wasn’t fair.

“I’m used to it Penny. Can’t seem to escape it.” You laughed softly accepting your fate. It’s all you really could do. Laugh. What else could you do?

She shook her head, “Don’t say that Y/N. Nobody deserves that.”

“Sure.” You smiled towards her trying to comfort her more than yourself. She looked so worried for you.

She broke the eye contact the two of you were holding first, “Looks like you’ve got a visitor. I need to talk to Pete anyway.” She laughed after seeing your shocked expression. She was just up and leaving you to deal with the handsome stranger?

He immediately noticed your bruised cheek and busted lip. Making sure to brush the frown away quickly he plopped down next to you. Closer than you would’ve, not that you were complaining.

“Another fight there Cross?” Jake grinned hoping to extract something from the closed book that you were.

Huffing to yourself you looked up to him, “Something like that.” You kept it vague as you turned your attention to the waves rolling before you. That’s what you loved about this place. You lived mere minutes from the beach.

He nudged you with his shoulder, “Should I see the other guy?”

Blinking rapidly, you kept your attention away from him suddenly feeling awfully vulnerable as he kept his attention trained on you, “Yeah.” You whispered

“You okay?” He mimicked your whisper. Almost afraid he might spook you if he spoke too loudly.

That question knocked you back into reality, “I’m perfectly fine Jake.” You flashed him your most genuine smile careful not to bust open your lip again. You had finally gotten it to stop bleeding.

“Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You returned his question with one of your own.

“You seem a little spacey and you have a split lip. Just checking that’s all.” Throwing his hands up in defense he refused to look away. He kept his eyes trained on your face.

You were quickly becoming an enigma to him. The two of you seemed to talk frequently but he didn’t know a damn thing about you. He knew your first name and that you bartended at the Hard Deck. That’s all he could seem to get out of you.

You nodded along noticing how defensive you had become, “Volleyball accident. Took a hit right to the chin.” Lying as casually as you could you found the courage to look back over to him.

He clearly didn’t believe you eyeing you curiously, “If that’s the story you’re sticking to. So be it I guess.”

You frowned knowing he wasn’t going to let you get away with it. He was just too confrontational, “Well, it’s the story so.”

“Bullshit.” He countered clearly ready to get into whatever this situation was.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your body away from him slightly. He was annoying. You really didn’t want anybody digging into your life. It was already embarrassing enough to come from where you did. Having to explain that to Jake sounded downright mortifying.

“Does it matter?” You replied refusing to look at him.

He scoffed this time not sure how you weren’t understanding him, “Yes it matters Y/N. Of course, it matters.”

“I slipped in the shower.” You attempted to lie again.

“Why are you lying?” He too seemed to have a mega bullshit detector just like you.

You shrugged, “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

He frowned seeing you look so utterly defeated, “Are you at least safe?”

“I think so.”

His eyes were nearly bugging out of his head now. He couldn’t understand you. How you so utterly nonchalant about whatever situation you were in he couldn’t grasp, “You think?”

Nodding your head you turned back to him, “I should be fine. I can handle him.”

“Him?” He jumped from his seat standing in front of placing his hands gently on your shoulders. You really hadn’t meant to let that one slip, but it was far too late to try and backtrack now.

Sighing you looked up to him, “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m safe. I can handle it.”

Narrowing his eyes in on you it didn’t look like he quite believed you. But what could he do? He didn’t know you and you sure weren’t planning on sharing, “Are you sure.”

You nodded, “Quite.”

He dropped his hands from your shoulders, “Alright. I should get back?” He pointed to the group almost questioning if he should go or not.

You smiled, “Sure. I’ll see you around Jake.”

“You sure will.” He winked before jogging off back to the group of aviators not able to shake the sinking feeling he had in his gut.

Four

You were in fact able to handle him the second time around. It did come at a cost though. A pretty black eye, a bruised rib and a potentially sprained wrist didn’t stop you from putting him in his place.

Completely forgetting to lock the deadbolt he was able to get in with a copy of your housekey.

The sheer rage your ex had laced in his eyes eerily reminded you of your parents when they were cracked out of their minds. Shuddering at the thought you were able to get the upper hand. You didn’t think he’d be so brazen but then again you couldn’t tell if he was high out of his mind or not.’

Of course, you realized he was a shitty dude at the end of the relationship, but this was completely out of the ordinary from him. He hadn’t laid a hand on you prior to smacking you across the face. But now? The look of sheer rage horrified you, looking like he wanted to seriously hurt you.

Being terribly confused by the whole situation didn’t help either. You just couldn’t understand why he wanted to hurt you. Why he couldn’t have just left the relationship and moved on? He was the one that cheated anyway. It’s not the two of you were terribly in love either. You were only together for a few months. You simply just chalked it up to having the world’s worst luck.

After forcing him out by hitting him with a frying pan a few times you ended up calling the cops, unsure of what to do. They weren’t much help, telling you to find a different place to stay and they’d start a document for a restraining order. It was all bullshit, and you knew it. It wasn’t worth the cost to follow through.

Deciding to call Penny instead of risking staying in the house she let you come sleep on the couch at her place. She let the small gasp come out when she saw your state. You groaned realizing just how bad you probably looked. But true to your words you didn’t really feel that bad. You were used to being roughed up.

She got you some ice for your eye and wrist letting you pick out a movie as she did so. You settled on Step Brothers hoping to take your mind off of everything.

“Thanks Penny.” You yawned beginning to feel exhaustion creep up over you.

“Anytime kid. Get some sleep kid.” She patted your head before departing to her room upstairs. You snuggled in hoping to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Penny let you stay there that day as you searched for new locks, knowing you couldn’t go back until those were changed. She also let you skip your shift that night much to Jake’s dissatisfaction. He was really looking forward to seeing you, you always worked on Thursday’s.

Penny may have let it slip that you were staying at her place just up the road and that you were ‘sick’ after Jake complained that you weren’t there.

Immediately understanding what she was putting down Jake grabbed his keys and walked out of the bar. Shooting a text to his friends letting them know he’d be right back. But he needed to see you, make sure that you were okay.

Softly knocking on Penny’s door, he anxiously waited for you to answer.

You took a peek out the window cursing when you saw Jake standing there. Your face looked even worse than yesterday but there wasn’t enough time to try and hide it.

Sighing you opted to just open the door.

“Jesus Christ Y/N.” Jake frowned examining your black eye and bruised nose.

You smiled softly, “You should see the other guy.”

He grumbled not taking his eyes off your broken face, “Not really a time for jokes Y/N.”

“It’s always time for joking Jake.” You countered knowing it’d drive him mad. Something you enjoyed doing all too much as of late. The simple back and forth the two of you had grown accustomed to gave you so much joy throughout your stay in San Diego.

“Are you okay?” He pushed you back out of the doorway with his own body, inviting himself right on in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked after moving out of his way, not protesting in the slightest.

“I’m checking in.” He gave you the most obvious look, as if it was clear what he was doing here, “Penny told me what happened.”

“That little snake.”

“Well to be fair she just said you were sick. I kind of just assumed after seeing you a few days ago.” He frowned again grabbing some more ice from the freezer for you, “You need to keep ice on it.”

“Okay.” You simply nodded taking the ice pack from him gingerly knowing he was entirely right.

“What? No witty remark? No comeback?”

You giggled for the first time in a while. Feeling lighter and freer with the man standing in front of you. Having an odd sense of trust in him, “No. I don’t argue everything Jake.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He smiled before guiding you to the couch wanting you to sit down.

Obliging you took a seat at one end, “Pot calling the kettle black.”

He laughed taking a seat at the opposite end, giving you some needed space, “But seriously, are you alright.”

You nodded, “I’m fine. Just need to change my locks and then I’m good.”

“You said that last time.” He deadpanned.

“I was being serious earlier. He took a cast iron pan to the forehead, multiple times. I think he’ll think twice.” You smiled remembering your victory over the weak man.

He looked you over while he nodded, somewhat impressed, “Can’t be too careful though.” He studied you yet again not being able to hide his upset expression. He really couldn’t believe that somebody would ever dare lay a hand on you let alone leave such a mark on your eye. He might’ve only known you for a brief time, but he felt protective over you. So oddly protective.

You shrugged, “I’ll sleep with my pan at night.”

He laughed taking you in. He was fully enamored with you now. How you could make such light out of the seriousness of the situation and manage to calm him down was something magical. Truly unlike anyone he’d ever met, “That’s a start. I’ll tell you what. I have the day off tomorrow, why don’t I help you change those locks then?”

You smiled nodding at him, “I’ll happily take some help.”

“Great.” He smiled, “10 AM work?”

You nodded feeling a burst of excitement at the prospect of Jake helping you out, “Works great.”

“Perfect, see you then. Gotta get back to the bar though, just wanted to check in. Have to go beat Rooster’s ass in a round of darks”

Nodding you didn’t stop the smile that come over you, “See you tomorrow Jake.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Night.”

Five

Another busy night at the Hard Deck had you focusing on everything but watching the front door. After changing your locks your ex didn’t attempt anything, thankfully. You thought he had gotten the hint. Being terribly nervous about the whole situation had you on edge, head on a swivel at all times.

Your heart dropped when you heard that voice from behind you, sitting at the bar as if nothing had happened between the two of you, “Baby, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Gulping you refused to turn around instead searching for Penny. But just as you looked up you saw her run off to the back. Sighing you opted to simply keep serving the guests on the opposite side of the bar instead of confronting him. You had the advantage of the bar being particularly busy this night.

“Y/N.” You heard your name called sharply from behind you.

“I’m busy.” You shouted still refusing to turn around moving on to the next customer.

He wouldn’t take no for an answer though. He simply just moved around the bar, dodging, and weaving in between everyone making sure he was in your line of sight. When you saw what he was doing you simply turned around to serve the other side of the bar. Simply not in the mood to indulge in whatever fantasy this dude has. You were prepared to avoid as long as needed.

“Y/N.” There it was again. That damn voice. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why he was not taking the hint.

“I said, I’m busy.” You snapped back focusing on washing the racks of dirty beer glasses in front of you

“You’re not getting rid of me like this, Y/N. We need to talk about this!”

Rolling your eyes, you kept moving down the bar, strategically avoiding him. The gull on the piece of shit was baffling to you. He was the one that cheated on you. You were pretty damn sure that wasn’t the first time either.

What you also didn’t notice was how Jake was observing you every now and then. Often doing so, he wanted to make sure that you were okay. He caught flack from his fellow aviators for treating you so differently, they didn’t have a clue though. Not a damn clue.

He noticed your relaxed and easy going attitude change drastically throughout the night. You were usually so cheery and happy to talk to people. Tonight, you looked agitated and a little stressed out. For the life of him Jake couldn’t pinpoint what was causing you to feel so distressed.

He didn’t want to bother you when you were so busy, so he hung back for a while. As soon as it began to die down though he found a barstool and waited patiently until you noticed him.

The utter relief you felt when you spotted Jake sitting there was unlike any other. Your ex was still at it getting rather agitated at you dodging him for the last two hours.  Relaxing just a little when you spotted him you quickly walked over to where he was sitting, “Jake. What can I get for you?”

“The usual.” He grinned leaning towards you.

“Sure thing.” You returned his smile with a half-hearted one of your own.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you returned with his beer.

Nodding your head you leaned into the counter, “You ask that a lot.”

“You seem to get yourself into very precarious situations.”

Laughing at his comment you realized he didn’t know the half of it. He couldn’t understand because you refused to tell him, “I do, don’t I?”

“Yes ma’am. Now answer the question.” His eyes darkened over slightly letting you know he wasn’t playing around.

You shrugged, “I have a small issue.”

Eyebrows raised he was a little taken aback you were actually going to tell him something. Not that he didn’t enjoy the banter between the two of you, but this was different, more serious, “And what’s that?”

“Don’t look. But my ex is sitting on the opposite side of the bar right now. He’s been following me around all night.” Sighing you leaned in even closer, “I’m so sorry. He’s probably going to confront you now that I’ve been talking to you for more than a minute.”

Jake returned your shrug almost getting a kick out of it, “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you right now. Which one is he?”

Smiling softly at his bluntness you continued, “Red hoodie almost right behind me.”

The moment he spotted him Jake’s eyes darkened a few shades. His cheery smile with the dimples was immediately replaced with a straight line running across his face. If you didn’t know any better of him that look would have absolutely petrified you.

“Just keep your eyes on me Y/N.” Jake spoke quietly as he watched your ex eye you as you served customers.

Nodding softly, you kept your eyes trained near Jake not daring to serve that side of the bar. Another bartender noticed and kept that side locked down, “Thanks Jake.”

“Nothing to thank me for Y/N.” He gave you a serious look to let you know he wasn’t kidding. Jake could never accept a thank you for doing what he was raised to do, protect women. You couldn’t grow up in Texas and not think the world of all women. It always baffled Jake that other men didn’t think the same. That other men could even think of harming a woman.

Jake eventually caught the eye of your ex. He threw in a smirk for good measure. Jake made sure to look back to you to piss him off. And it worked. Almost instantly Jake noticed his red hoodie begin to walk around the bar. He knew this was going to be too good now.

“You fucking my girl?”

Jake grinned, loving every second of this, “Don’t think she’s your girl anymore.”

“Yes she is.” His nostrils flared in an attempt to intimidate Jake, you knew that wasn’t going to happen though.

Shaking his head casually Jake stood from his bar stool finally getting a good look at him. You knew Jake was taller than him, but you didn’t realize just how much. Taking a defensive stance, he eyed the man up and down cracking a smile when he met his eyes again, “Not according to Y/N, you’re not.”

“And you believe the little bitch?” He puffed his chest out not backing down from Jake. You had to hand it to the stupid man, he sure didn’t know when to call it quits.

Jake slowly shook his head, “I reckon you apologize to her.”

He laughed, a full on belly laugh. Getting a kick out of that one. You couldn’t rip your eyes from the scene unfolding before you, neither could the other aviators who had grown quiet observing the interaction between the two men. It was still busy enough that nobody paid them any mind, yet.

“For what?”

Jake didn’t break his stare down on the coward, “You know what for.”

He smirked somehow feeling like he had the upper hand in this argument, “I’m just putting my girl back in her place. Mind your own damn business.”

Realizing this was likely going to escalate you waved down Penny to try and figure out what to do. She waved you off letting you know that it was okay. She didn’t mind a fight in her bar.

“No, see I have a problem with that. Where I’m from a man never lays a hand on a woman.” Jake spoke as coolly as you’ve ever seen him. You just knew you were about to witness some shit go down.

He laughed, “And where I’m from she’s lucky it wasn’t worse.”

Eyes widening at that you actually felt fear from the man for the first time. Had he manipulated you that bad in the relationship that you couldn’t see what a true monster he was? Sure, it was only a few months but at one point you genuinely liked the guy. Now he was sitting here threating to hurt you even further.

Jake saw your fear in his peripherals. He took a step back towards you letting you know that he’s got you covered. He wouldn’t let this so called man hurt you again.

“Touch her again and you’ll understand just how nice we treat men like you.”

“I will do whatever the fuck I want to do to her. She’s mine.”

Your skin was crawling now, breaking out into chills all throughout your body. You definitely had to have missed some big red flags in the relationship.

The other aviators noticed the altercation wasn’t dying down but firing up. You noticed the one that helped him drag the unconscious man out of the bar last week was slowly making his way over to Jake.

“That’s just not going to happen.”

He then placed his pointer finger on Jakes chest, “Like I said. You don’t tell me what the fuck I can do.”

“You have 2 seconds to remove your hand.” He glared coldly.

“One.” Payback spoke up stepping closer to the scene crossing his arms over his chest. Having Jake’s back, “Two.”

Your stupid ex didn’t have a clue apparently because he smugly stood there. How he could be so cocky was beyond you, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jake spoke. Catching a faint grin, he cocked his head to the side giving him one last chance to step back.

“What are you going to do?”

Jake sighed, “This.”

With his left hand he quickly grabbed his finger bending it back until he head the snap. Your ex wailed in pain at the broken finger. That wasn’t enough for Jake though. He knew he needed to really drive this lesson home for him.

So, as he was crying in pain Jake took his right arm and punched him right under the chin sending him to the floor instantly.

For the second time in a few days another patron was knocked unconscious. Penny sighed while shaking her head opting not to worry about it. Letting the two aviators handle it.

Payback snickered, “You did warn him.”

Jake nodded, “I did. Many times.”

“Damn.” You grinned, “That was one hell of a punch.”

Jake spun on his heels smiling from ear to ear, “I took notes from the best.”

He studied you again noticing just how much more relaxed your demeanor had become when he wasn’t a direct threat anymore, “Let me see your phone.” He demanded more than asked as he walked back closer to the bar.

“What for?” You asked while handing it to him.

“If that motherfucker even looks at you weird again, you call me. Okay?” He quickly added his name to your contacts before handing it back to you.

“Okay. Thank you Jake. Really, thank you.” You leaned over the counter taking it back from him. Pausing when you realized just how close your faces were together.

“Anytime. And if you just want to talk or hang out you can call me too.”

“Really?” Your smile grew at his statement.

Nodding his head he scanned your face again, “Please do. I’m looking forward to it.” He winked before pulling back away from you.

You watched, a little speechless, as the two aviators dragged your good for nothing ex out of the bar and hopefully far away from your life.

[luverine]

Caged Animal

Yandere (M) Hybrid x (F) Reader

0.8k words Part 2 Part 3

TW: bad writing, abuse, old men, drugs?, hunger, blood

(This was some nonsense I came up with bored at work nothing serious!!)

MDNI!!!!

ID: 187904 (Zaki)

Age: 23-27

Gender: Male

Species: Lupinian

Height: unturned 5’9 / turned 6’8

Weight: unturned 175 lbs / turned 260 lbs

Description: Medium tan skin, dark brown overgrown buzz cut hair, dark brown/ black eyes, scar from cheek to chin on right side of face, scar from mid waist around to mid back, missing left pinky finger, lean build.

Triggers: Men, loud noises (beeping), black lab coats.

Note: Violent against men, especially older men. Wears muzzle for appointed checkups and while being fed.

Removed from the environment when cleaning the room.

Always have a shocker on you while handling patient.

Doesn’t talk.

Never give eye contact.

…

“You get all at’? The son of a bitch’s a handful.” An overweight man puffing a cigarette says. “Annoying too, We’ve gone through every caretaker in rotation and nothing he nearly killed all of em”

Looking down at the paper skimming over its contents. You nod “I never worked with any of the projects here though, I prep medicine and surgical equipment. What made you think I could take this on?” You asked unsure.

“We're runnin’ outa options it’s either you or the custodians. At least you have some experience.” The man puffed out.

“Well, does my pay increase? Concerned for your life you ask.

“Nah, we don’t have enough funds sorry girl.” He replies

You huff a little annoyed you're probably going to die for minimum wage. “What’s his room number I’ll go there at dinner time”

“First level of quadrant C, 316. Can’t be missed.” The man says. “Make sure he gets extra for dinner; he's been a good boy.” The man chuckles, placing the cigarette back in his mouth.

…

“Ugg gross!”

The raw meat is slimy, smells fishy, and a deep brown color.

“This has to be rotten” You make a disgusted face at what you're about to feed this poor experiment.

Room 316.

You walk towards it with your cart of meat, water, and a small fluffy blue blanket.

You give the door operator a nod. The door unlocks and you wheel inside to another door. You wait a moment and tap the door three times and card swipe the door open.

Inside is a man curled up in the corner. His arms and legs, at least what you can see, are covered in bandages. The bottom of his feet are caked in blood. You step in the room and he growls.

Sighing you grab his tray of food and a water canister. You set the items on the metal table that extends from the wall. You slide back over towards the door, it opens and you step out back into the little hallway. You grab the small fluffy blanket and card back into the room.

His back is to you it’s obvious he doesn’t want you in here. “187904” He lets out a deep growl.

“Here, take the blanket. You’re going to have to get used to me at some point I’m going to be your caregiver, I guess” you mutter.

“Don’t call me that…” the wolf man replies, his voice deep it unsettles you.

“Call you what? 187904? ” You ask.

“…” He sat up with his hand held out expecting you to drop the fluff into his hand.

Extending your arm out to hand him the small blanket. You back away immediately when he snatches it and pulls it toward his face. His nails are sharp with a black tip that you can’t make out to be dried blood or not.

“Uh…here you go guy..?”

“Zaki.” He grunted out.

“That’s um… nice name Zaki.” You say to the wall. His eyes were burning holes into the side of your face, but you knew better. He’d tear you to sheds if you looked into them.

He grunts, turning away from you once more you take it as your queue to leave.

The door slides closed and you shuffle the cart out of the room and into the actual hallway.

…

I sniff the air. “Hmm”.

Getting up off the floor, I walk to the table.

WHAT THE FUCK!

Everything is rotten, the meat has turned to brown jelly . The smell is taking over the whole room and suffocating me.

Growling I pick up the rotting slime and slam it into the camera covering it from being visible. Wiping my hand on the wall. I huff and lay back into the corner curling around the blanked. “She smelled good” I murmur, trying to ignore the growing hunger and just sleep it off.

…

“Good to see ya alive. Report to me, how was the big bad wolf?” The man asked, puffing out smoke.

“It was fine, I admit scary, but he didn’t do or say much.” You say

The man chuckles “It’s either that or ya become his lunch, be glad he ignored ya it means he likes you.” Huffing out more smoke and shooing me off with his hand.

You walk out of his office “what a dick” I murmur. Heading to the main building to go to your locker and pick up your bag.

You head home knowing the same bullshit will welcome you tomorrow.

A/N: Bullshit mentioned!!! I have really bad writers block so I’m posting this old work. Let me know if you want more of this dope. The monster fic is taking wayyyy longer that I thought (sorry and cya)

Remake coming soon! Between dec/2024 and Jan/2025!!

[somanyratsinthewalls]

The Crew's Whore Part 6 (+18)

The Crew’s Whore (Part 6) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great talent. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Nami x Robin x Female!Reader

WC: 2200

TW: gossip, alcohol consumption, making out, lesbian sex, wlw, threesome, fingering, face sitting, ass play, squirtin! three girls, mild voyeurism, oral sex, Sanji having an aneurysm.

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It was growing late in the evening aboard the ship. The table in the center of your bedroom was littered with wine bottles and empty chip bags. Robin was laying on her back on the loveseat in your room while you and Nami were laid on your bed. You were on your stomach, propped up on your elbows facing Robin on your couch while Nami had settled against the pillows at your headboard. The three of you were all reading through the huge stacks of trashy magazines you had purchased at the last island. 

This was a guilty pleasure of yours. The life of a pirate isn’t exactly one that allowed many feminine wiles. Because of that, the three of you loved to splurge on girly gossip rags whenever you arrived at civilization. 

“‘Hot or Not? Marines’ I’m voting not.” Robin skims through the pages of the magazine and comments at the articles. “Oooh here’s one. ‘Who is Your Warlord Boyfriend? Take This Fun Quiz to Find Out.’ I hope I get Mihawk. He’s probably the least offensive of the bunch.” 

“Wait check how old it is, is Jinbe still in there?” Nami closes her magazine. Robin flips through the pages and settles on one. 

“Damn, this is only from a few months ago. Could you imagine if he was???” Robin chuckled. 

“We could never let him live it down.” You laughed as you flipped through your own magazine. “I’m sure he was quite the stud back in the day.” 

“I mean… if you’re into that!” Nami couldn’t help but let out a boisterous laugh. The three of you laughed together, there were at least 2 empty bottles hanging around your room from just this evening. You grab a handful of potato chips and shove them into your mouth. You take a gulp of wine to wash them down. 

“If Sanji knew we were having convenience store cinnamon buns and spicy chips for dinner, he would have a fucking heart attack.” Nami remarked with a smirk. 

“Doesn’t that make it taste better?” Robin smiles as she takes a drink. 

You both hum in agreement and raise your glasses to the middle of the room casually. 

“How exactly did you assure that the ever present cook would leave us alone tonight?” Robin looks up from her magazine quiz to meet your gaze. 

“I jerked him off before we left for town. 10 minutes in exchange for peace all night? An easy deal to make.”  You smirked. 

“Not in the galley though, right? ‘Cuz we like? Eat there?” Nami cocked her head at you, annoyed. 

“No of course not!” You shoot back and return to your magazine. “Not today at least.” 

Suddenly a pillow was launched at your head and you felt Nami next to you kick your shins. 

“Gross!” She half scolded half laughed at you. 

“Hey don’t look at me! Blame your cook for his appetite!” You toss the pillow back jokingly at Nami. 

“Honestly he’s been much more enjoyable to be around now that he finally has an outlet for his proclivities. I have to extend my gratitude!” Robin remarks. 

“No thanks needed, it’s what I enjoy doing. If it makes being around a ship full of sweaty men more tolerable, then I’m only reaping the extra benefits.” You smile and kick up your feet behind you. 

“OK I know I said I’d never ask about it, but like… there’s no way they can all make you cum, right? Like, most of them are certifiably stupid.” Nami asks, feeling curious after a few drinks. 

“Hah!” You laugh. “Not really at first with some, no. But… men are surprisingly trainable. Even the stubborn ones are very easy to bend to exactly how you like it.” 

“Ew sorry I asked.” Nami rolls her eyes and returns to her magazine. 

You chuckle and go back to reading the article ‘Latest Beauty Craze: Moisturizer Made From Sea King Semen. Would You Try It?’ You finish your wine and settle back onto the bed. 

“You know Franky’s dick vibrates, right?” You burst out into the silence. 

“AAAAH!” “Yes.” Nami and Robin reply differently but at the same time. Robin laughs and Nami contemplates killing both of you before she wrestles you playfully onto your back. 

“You are so nasty!” Nami huffs out from above you. 

“You have actually no idea how nasty I am.” You grin up at her before taking her by surprise and flipping your positions so that she was on her back with you hovering over her. 

“You don’t say? Maybe I’d like to find out why the freak cook likes you so much…” You weren’t expecting her to match your flirtatious energy so you were shocked to say the least. Suddenly the tides were shifted again and Nami flips you back over and straddles your hips. 

“I’d love to show you..” You look up at Nami with half lidded eyes, her hands pinning your forearms above your head. 

Nami leans down and kisses you, gently at first. You softly moan at the feeling of her soft lips on yours and she uses this opportunity to kiss you harder. Nami moves from your lips to kiss and bite at your neck while she yanks your shorts off your body. You gasp sharply at the cool air hitting your now exposed sex. Without reacting, Nami quickly pulls your sports bra over your head, leaving you completely naked on the bed. She hovers over your nude form with a wicked smile on her face. 

“Your turn.” You smirk and tug firmly at Nami’s top. She sits up briefly to remove her crop top and lets her breasts bounce freely in front of you. They were absolutely stunning. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you and you buried your face between them, relishing in how the soft, plush skin feels against your cheeks. You placed a small kiss between her tits before you slide your hand down to cup her clothed sex. 

“Let me taste it.” You seductively whisper up at her. 

“You’re so cute, I’m starting to see why the boys won’t put you down.” Nami remarks at you before getting off of you to remove her shorts and panties. Snapped out of your frenzied foreplay, you both remember that you aren’t alone in your bedroom. 

“Care to enjoy her with me, Robin? You’re more than welcome.” Nami asks while fluffing the pillow laying under your head affectionately. 

“You girls look so pretty, I think I’ll just watch for right now, if that’s alright?” Robin winks at Nami and settles back on the loveseat. Nami winks back as she moves to straddle your face. 

“Hear that, y/n? Robin said we look pretty. Don’t you agree?” Nami teases as she lowers her slick pussy down towards your waiting mouth. You felt your cunt clench as you saw Nami’s pink lips glisten with arousal leaking from around her tight hole. 

“Mhm…” You reach your arms to hook around Nami’s thighs so she couldn’t escape your hold. “So fuckin’ pretty…” 

You pull Nami down to sit fully on your face and she shrieks as you begin to kiss and suck at her clit lightly. You pay sweet, loving attention to Nami’s sensitive bud as you knead at the soft skin of her hips and tummy with your hands. Nami throws her head back and moans, her long orange hair tickling your forehead. You spend what feels like both an eternity and the blink of an eye between Nami’s legs and you had barely noticed the pulsing throb of your own cunt. 

“Oh sweet y/n, you’re doing such a good job making her feel good. I think it’s only fair you get a reward too, don’t you?” You hear Robin coo from across the room on the couch. Suddenly you feel two slim fingers stroke up and down your wet slit teasingly. You groan into Nami’s pussy at the sensation. 

Once deciding you had received enough torture, Robin’s pointer and middle finger slip easily into your wet walls. She curls them gently to just barely graze your sweet spot and pulls back. She repeats her actions until you were whining and begging underneath Nami. 

“You focus on making Nami cum, sweetheart. Once you do that, I’ll let you have yours. 

*easy enough…* you thought to yourself. 

You slide your tongue backwards from her clit through her now dripping folds. Continuing further, you use your hands to pull Nami’s ass apart and begin licking at her tight ass. 

“HOLY SHIT- Y/n! What are you?!” Nami jolts and looks back at you. 

You look back up at her and rub small circles around Nami’s asshole. 

“If you trust me, I can make you cum so hard.” You ask breathlessly, so close to your own release you could taste it. 

“I… yes…” 

You smile and continue rubbing the tight hole. You return to suckling and licking Nami’s clit and slowly slip your thumb into Nami’s virgin ass. 

“Ah!” Nami shouts. 

You pick up your pace with your mouth and you can tell the woman above you is getting close. A few moments later you feel Nami’s body jerk forward and she slams her eyes shut. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-  AH!” You feel Nami’s muscles tighten all over her body, inside and out. Droplets of Nami’s release splatter all over your face and neck and the feeling makes you groan and clench around Robin’s fingers. Nami collapses to the side of you with heavy breaths. 

“Wow you did such a good job girls! Now it’s your turn to cum, y/n. Would you like that?” Robin’s soothing voice reaches your ears. Now that Nami was off of your chest, you realize Robin never had gotten up, only using her Devil Fruit powers to play with your pussy from across the room. 

“Yes, fuck! Yes I want to cum, please!” You pant out, exhausted from being on edge for so long. You look at Robin with pleading eyes. You see she has hiked up her skirt and discarded her panties, using a hand to gently rub at her cunt. This hand was also soaking wet, so she must have just finished herself. Robin uses the fingers inside of you to hammer into your g-spot repeatedly, and another hand to push down on your stomach. 

“Shit, yes! I’m so close!” You cry out and writhe against the comforter. 

“Come on, give it to us.” You hear Nami purring up at you from her head now resting on your thigh. She lifts her hand and uses it to rub your clit in tight circles. The combined sights and sensations sent you into a brain melting orgasm and you feel fluids and tension leave your body. You couldn’t form words so you just arched your back and moaned at your ceiling. 

You flopped down bonelessly on your bed and caught your breath. “We should probably shower and change before bed, right?” Robin suggests as she stands up. 

“And we should probably sleep in my room… unless we want to change the sheets.” Nami looks at you and giggles. 

“Yes to both.” You throw a towel on and give one to Nami to wear to the bathroom. The three of you casually leave your room and head down the hallway of the ship to the bathroom. Upon exiting your room, you run into a certain ever present cook coming down from the kitchen for the night carrying a pile of folded clothes. 

“Oh, hey Sanji.” You all greet him in passing. 

“Y/n I took the liberty of doing your laundry today, shall I put it in your room?” Sanji smiles brightly at you. 

“That would be great, thank you Sanji.” You give him a kiss on the cheek as you enter the bathroom with the girls. You chuckle, remembering where your lips had just been. The three of you turn on the showers and strip down. 

“You know that skin cream article was actually really interesting, I think I’m gonna buy some.” Nami makes casual conversation as you all enjoy your showers. 

Suddenly you hear a man scream followed by the sound of a body hitting the wooden floor of the ship. The three of you look at each other. 

“Oh my god. My room! Sanji probably passed out!” You clasp your hand over your mouth. 

The three of you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Let’s clean the room and leave him there. That way we can gaslight him into thinking it was a fever dream.” Nami grins. 

“You’re a genius.” 

xx

[darlingsfandom]

https://www.tumblr.com/acillianproblem/760651493468667904?source=share

Reader being a villain whos like poison ivy and mix of johnathan but she uses other peoples lust and desires against them . No one not even crane suspects his co worker in arkham using posion ivys mating pollen against him while to others shes sweet as sugar behind closed doors sadistic yet likes her boss . She even knows cranes secret as scare crow and uses it as a leverage in a way (fun idea)

I like this!

TW: mean fem dom! mentions of violence , cock riding, drugging, cream pie! Swearing, not proofread .

This was requested before the inbox was closed .

There’s the old saying that looks can be deceiving and in your case it’s true! No one would bat an eye at you and think the worst. How could little ole you ever hurt a fly? Your neighbors thought highly of you, you were the one who made cookies when someone new moved in, the who planted beautiful flowers in her garden, the who who volunteers at the soup kitchen all while being a full time physician at the asylum which no one ever wanted to end up in but sometimes we don’t always get what we want.

“Dr. y/l/n ?” You perked your head up from your paper work on your desk to see Dr. Crane standing there with a file in his hand.

“Yes? How can I help you?” You pushed your glasses up with your pen before tossing it down and getting out of the chair to meet him.

“I have a new patient for you. Chronic masturbater with mommy issues.” He handed you the file. You arched your eyebrow while reading the file only to close it with a snap and sigh.

“Let me guess, I’m getting him because I’m the only female here.”

“Well yes, a smart attractive female with authority!” Crane cleared his throat before walking away quickly. You rolled your eyes in annoyance before throwing the file onto your desk. It always the gross men that landed in your lap. Although crane did make a good point even though you hated it.

That was the thing about Crane, better known as Dr.Johnathan Crane the top psychiatrist in all of Gotham he had a certain aura about him. It was as if no one else could pick up on it because everyone was charmed by him and even you were charmed but you knew deep down it was a facade. The way he carried himself with confidence and cockiness it was interesting to the naked eye.

You sat back at your desk flipping through the file before you got back up to walk up to the roof. You stood at the edge watching all the people below shuffle around quickly, slowly, all sorts of action going on but that’s not why you were standing there. You followed a crane from above. A man is only as smart as he believes he is. He hid his own secret but he underestimated how smart you actually were. Men are just messy little play toys to you that you’ve used for your own pleasure and Crane was about to be the next one.

You watched him scurry to his car and look for something frantically but when he couldn’t find his silly little mask you chuckled to yourself while spinning it on your finger. The sky started to turn black making you smirk before walking to the edge of the roof and leaned over it. A whistle left your lips making Crane look up at you but he couldn’t make out that it was you. It couldn’t be you. His eyes were playing tricks. He ran as fast he could towards the building but by the time he made it inside you were already back in your office studying the file again.

“Can I help you?” You asked looking up at a breathless Crane who was standing against your door frame.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Where else would I go? You gave a new patient to study.” You rubbed the bridge of your nose in disbelief . Crane approached you and placed his hands on your desk. The two of you didn’t speak a word before he gripped your cheeks and squished them together.

“Whistle for me!” He demanded

“I can’t , never learned how.” You spoke through the squished cheeks. He tilted his head, squinted and pulled away before fixing his posture and pushing his glasses up with his finger. “Doctor crane please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it would be best if you had a seventy two hour psych hold.” You stood up and circled your desk until you were face to face with him. “I believe you’ve gone mad.” You tried to touch his face but he back handed your hand away.

“I haven’t gone mad!” “

“Oh sweetheart,” you gave him a pathetic pout. “You’re saying one thing but your body language is saying otherwise.”

“I am perfectly capable of determining my own mental status!” He barked at you before slamming the door shut. You smiled as he left because you got him so worked up that the sweat from the palm of his hands was on your desk. You scraped it off with a gloved finger and put it in a little tube.

The storm outside was pouring against the windows making you feel good. The clock on your wall read seven which meant everyone would’ve gone home besides Crane which is what you wanted. After making your way downstairs to your other office you slipped into something a little more comfortable that left almost nothing to the imagination. Just like crane you had your own mask but it didn’t cover your whole face, it was almost like Miss Poison Ivy’s if it were mixed with Cat Woman’s. You pulled your hair back and laced it with herbs you’ve crushed into a love/lust powder. You took the tube with Cranes DNA and mixed it into the potion you had created specially for him. The cool air brushed against your warm skin as you walked down the hallway to cranes office upstairs.

At first you waited outside the door before slowly opening it and tossing in a small ball the let out a mist to knock him out.

“What the hell?” He spoke before his body gave out and collapsed to the floor. You had a little bit of an issue pulling him down the hall until you got to an examination room. While he was passed out, you got him into a straight jacket and perched up on the bed.

When he slowly started to wake up, you took out the little potion tube and waved it in his face. His eyes came into focus to see you standing there with a wicked smile. You squeezed his cheeks together forcing his mouth open so you could pour the sweet liquid down his throat. Once it was gone you made him swallow before he snarled at you.

“Now is that anyway to behave?” You licked his cheek before tossing the tube out the window causing it to shatter against the ground.

“What have you done to me?” Crane started to struggled against the jacket.

“Just relax and soon you’ll be on cloud nine.” Your hands cupped his face before you kissed him. After a quick kiss you licked his bottom lip before stepping back and smirking before a chuckle bursted out of you.

“What’s so funny?”

“All of you men are the same. It doesn’t matter what your status in life is , the second lust takes over your body it’s over. You see Dr.Crane you hold the title of the smartest man in all of Gotham but whoever said man was the smartest creature?” You circled around him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You walked over to examination tray and pulled off his mask before tossing it in his lap.

Panic was written all over face with the fabric sitting there.

“I know your little secret and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You played nice with him. Your hands ran over the straight jacket before you straddled his lap. He watched you with glazed eyes. “Play with me scarecrow .” Your voice was like honey as he nodded in agreement. Crane was raging with lust as he felt your hands run down his back.

“I’ll play with you anyway you want.” His breath hitched when you pressed your soft lips against his pulse point in his neck. You bit down hard enough to draw some blood making him twitch all over. “Please! Again!” He whimpered. The great Dr. Crane was whimpering below you and you couldn’t help but grin against the bruised skin.

“Oh would you look at that sweetheart…” you pulled away and stood up. Crane let out another whimper at the loss of you on him. You undid his belt , pulled down his pants along with boxers and listened to him hiss when the cool air hit his harden cock. “Pathetic.” You clicked your tongue. “Claims to be so smart that he’s better than an average man but your cock says otherwise!” You spit on your hand before wrapping it around the shaft and slowly jerked him off.

“Fuck! It feels good!” Crane looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m sure it does.” You pulled away your hand. “Now here’s the deal, I won’t tell anyone that you’re scarecrow if you partner up with me. Think about it. We’d be the hottest couple in all of Gotham. Your fear toxin mixed with my lust potion we’d do so good together.” Your fingers grazed his cock making him groan. “The choice is yours darling, be with me and we can eliminate all the issues that fill our city or I tell everyone your secret.” You licked his bottom lip again before you put your leg over his waist and delicately rubbed your wet pussy against his hard cock.

Crane moaned at the feeling. He wanted to give in to the temptation he really did but he was also fighting it until he felt you sink yourself down on his cock and wrap your arm around his neck.

“Say it baby, say you want me!” You pulled him closer as he started whining at how you rode his cock.

“Fuck I want you! I need you!” He was on cloud nine as you had promised. The way you were riding his cock made his brain fuzzy. You were holding the back of his neck as you swirled your hips in a figure eight style until something snapped in him. It was as if he could think clearly again but the smell of sex filled his nose again making him think like a man. “Fine! I’ll be your partner.” He sounded normal again.

You stopped riding him for a second only to start bouncing on his dick. He watched you fucked yourself using him for your pleasure and he couldn’t lie he enjoyed how pretty you looked with your mouth gapped open and eyes piercing through the darkness around them. Both of you could sense what was happening between the two of you and for once Crane would admit he met his match. The way you dug your nails into the straight jacket made him bite his lip because how sharp were your nails? Your orgasm was on the edge and so was his.

With a fast snap of your hips clenching around his cock he was whining with the toss of his head. He looked back down at you to look into your eyes as he filled you with cum. You rode him until your own orgasm crashed over you soaking his cock, balls and thighs. Both of you stayed silent until you pulled off to see his messy cock and to his surprise your mouth was on his cock cleaning up the mess of the mixture. Crane couldn’t believe this was happening.

You licked him clean before tucking him back into his pants. Crane sighed as you stood up straight licking your lips and blew him a kiss. He tilted his head as he tried to take off the jacket.

“Oh no honey, you need to relax.” You breathed into his ear before licking the shell of it. “I think it would be best if you had a seventy two hour hold.” You smirked against his ear before you started to walk out of the room. It dawned on him who it was that had just fucked him into a partnership.

“Wait a minute !” He yelled out making you turn on your heel. You stood in the door way still in that sexy outfit that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“What?”

“This means I know your secret too!” He thought he had you on the ropes.

“And I know yours, the difference is… you’ve killed for your pleasure as to where I give those what they need… a sweet release.” You blew him a final kiss as he sat there too stunned to speak. How could his sweet little doctor with the face of an angel be so mischievous ? He couldn’t figure it out now but soon enough he would when the two of you would become gothams hottest couple.

[yanderesimp2000]

Extreme Yandere Adam x Fem reader Chap 1/5 Start of your new life !MINORS STAY AWAY!

(hey this is my first post here Just wanna say my english might be bad since I'm from Armenia but I'm excited to post here I USED ALOT OF INSPO FROM OTHER ADAM WRITES TO here are the TWS

Kidnapping, Adam being an incel as usual, threats of violence , Degrading, Manipluation, Violence, Noncon listener, threats of SA ,Gasliting, narcissism and rape if that's not your cup of tea SCROLL

Your are an angel You made it into Heaven recently Heaven would be like a paradise but is kinda like your old life in the big city You have to get a job buy things and Just deal with the classic shit of reality even though your in the FUCKING PROMISELAND

You decided to just be what you did back in Yerevan city and just be a secretary but it was the person to hire you that was strange it was Adam the First man when you met him you expected him to be some wise, kind and Gentle soul but instead you got a creepy, weird man child that you needed to cater to at every Second, Like you could just be standing in Adams office when he says "hey bitch bring me that soda bottle" the bottle was 2 inches out of reach. It seemed like he took pleasure in seeing you be miserable he always said "good girl good good girly" LIKE YOU ARE A FUCKING PET

Every second of your time with Adam was hell he was rude gross and was a FUCKING MISOGYNIST today while you were giving him a back massage he said "yes good girly" again as usual like you were a fucking pet but then he said "that's all you women are good for to serve men" this Made you even more angry but hey the pay is good and that Leeds to today You walk in sad as usual into Adam mansion when he starts making comments about something your already insecure of your wings he rubbed your wings and he then said "heh bitch your wings are so dirty you a fuckin slob yknow that but a hot one at that" he then Grabbed your ass and that's when you broke "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" you yelled "I QUIT" you then storm of and back into your apartment crying about the insult of your wings and just fed up in general But that's when you get a text from Adam he always texted you when you were working for him but you quit it read "You really thought you could leave me you DUMB WHORE I treated you soo well I gave you everything you could of wanted and this I how you repay me I don't even need you you stupid fucking slut"

You were used to Adams shit by now but this this was just something else you text back "Adam stop messaging me Ill be back tomorrow at 10 am to get my stuff from my office and you better not try ANYTHING" he then responds "why would I try to interact with a brain dead whore anyway" that hurts you but you brush it off "being verbally abused by that dickhead isn't worth the pay" you thought before going to sleep

The next day you woke up at your alarm you got dressed but on a casual Black hoodie with Sweat pants because you weren't doing anything today other then going to Adams mansion to pick up your stuff. you flew over to his mansion only A 13 minute fly before landing at the door you were nervous but you knocked you waited and waited until someone opened the door "wow the whore really had the nerve to show her face again' He snarled "well I cant be to mad at you your fucking hot all we have to do to make your perfect is Shave down those ugly wings" he said in a arrogant tone. You walk inside and go to were your stuff is before you hear Adam locking the door 'what the fuck are you doing Adam" you snarl His mask lights up into those annoying little circle eyes he looks like a giddy child

"well I Talked to The big man upstairs if you get what I'm saying and since he would NEVER Say no to his precious Adam his first creation the person who gets ALL his love and affection he said I could keep you since your such a low ranking angel and you have no family in heaven no one will miss you " He still looked like a giddy child while saying this as all of a sudden He pulled out a stunning ring filled with jewelry and gems and luxury "cmere" he says before Walking towards you he towered over you, you were a quite short and small angel being only 5,5 and he was a Huge 13,2 foot angel. " ADAM THIS IS NOT FUNNY" you yelled at him but he said "Bitch? its not supposed to now were gonna cuddle and snuggle because Im feeling lonely and you cant do JACK SHIT" he sounded firm and serious you were scared and try to make a run for it but were tackled down "fuckin bitch your not escapin" he said before tossing you over his shoulders and taking you into his room upstairs and throwing you onto the bed before "cuddling" with you which was more like Wrestling a teddy bear he managed to restrain you with ease and he giggles "I love small girls like you so short and weak easy for me to... Manhandle" he says in an ominous tone you keep squirming and this just makes him giggle "so feisty" he says "don't worry my little Slut I'll fix you sooner or later I'll break your brain down till its just mush then I'll rebuild it to my liking and then you'll be loyal to me just me unlike those last 2 whores I married ill make sure you never leave" he says in a low coo ''i don't like you adam' you hissed he then got surprised "oh talking back to me don't you know who I am Im Adam the first man and your my new Wife you were created from my fucking rib you have to that me for your existance Im a superior being and your just my Wife you should me grateful so many people would beg to be in my presence and your trying to leave it ungrateful whore" he hissed as he started down at you you noticed he was starting to undress first his shirt then his pants then his Underwear but he kept that stupid mask on

His dick is fucking massive it was huge or maybe you are just small but damn and around it is just a bush of his grey hair He even has a piercing on his cock and his dad Bod OMG but as much as you hate it he was hot "like what you see" Adam teased you try to squirm away only angering him Well if your gonna resist I guess I'm gonna have to fuck that tiny pussy lose he said eagerly before starting to Teasing his cock around the hole "sh sh sh sh sh shhhh let it happen" Adam cooed "your my new wife you like this you have to your just in denial" he giggled before saying "Oh your sooo small My dick might kill you I bet I'd bet I'm like I don't know fucking 11 feet taller then you and my dick is huger then anything I've bet you've seen" he teased while rubbing his cock at the entrance of your pussy "damn it I just cant hold back" Adam yelled "p-p-please stop Adam" you whimpered but it just turned him on more as he said "going in bitch" suddenly you feel his entire dick in you it was huge and painful you were not enjoying yourself but Adam was "f-fuck babe I'm fucking you loose" he laughed as he kept fucking me so hard I felt like I was gonna throw up blood and organs he rearranged with every thrust it felt like a new bone in your body was being reangared you tried to flap your useless little wings which just made him think you were even more about how precious you are "that's so cute the only thing I dislike about you is your wings they get in my way might have to clip your wings soon" he teased scaring you He kept thrusting and more and more got hurt the more you pleaded whimpered yelped winces or squealed the more turned on he got as he was thrusting he laughed at the bulge in your stomach from his dick "it went to far in you really do like this ya whore"

You let out a whimper when he said that and that was the turning point he said "f-fuckkkkk I'm cummingim cumming" before long ropes of the warm jizz entered your pussy "yeah get pregnant bitch that's your only purpose breeding machines for men" he said at you and said let me clean myself up He then gets a rag and clean you and him up before seeming to get more gentle

"look I'm sorry when I get horny I go feral this is not how I am most of the time your just so fucking hot I just c-cant control myself" he said while cuddling you "I love you I really do and this world is cruel you have no family here no friends Nobody I'm the only one you have so im taking you under my wing figurative and literally" he said laughing since he tucked you in between his warm chubby chest and his soft comforting wings he then gets really soft and says "I've seen you on your own and your in so much danger so many people will try to take advantage of you and you have nobody to run to but me so I take it as my duty to protect you and coddle you like the cute little toy your are" he says that in a low coo while petting you his soft voice seemingly temporally calming you down you start to stop Wriggle and start giving up and snuggling into him causing him to turn bright red "their ya go girlly your a good little Beliver right so you should worship me if it wasn't for me you would not me alive you would not of been a thought you have to thank me for everything and disobeying me is just like spitting in the face of God it will get you banished to rot in hell ya get that" he pats your head as you cuddle into his chest since he's so big you look like a little housecat on his chest ''thats it just let my voice soothe you to sleep once you wake up tomorrow your life will be soon much better he teased as you snuggle against his body "nighty nighty" he says before you drift off to sleep

[sirthisisa-wendys]

One of The Boys: Takeomi Akashi, Keizo Arashi, & Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You're just one of the boys. You hang out, eat, and drink with them like they're your childhood friends. Except... when you're all drunk. Then... you're something more.

wc: 1.3k

tw: dubcon, drinking, smut

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"You act like I'm not with you three twenty-four-seven." You tip the beer bottle up to your lips and take a sip, your face focused on the glowing television screen.

"Oh, come on," Takeomi mumbles, lying on the couch behind you and swirling a finger around your shoulder. "We let you have some time to yourself, don't we, guys?" Waka and Keizo grunt in unison, one splayed out on the floor beside you and nursing a glass of scotch. The other, larger one is sitting in the reclining chair, his eyes kidding ever so slightly.

"You're all old men and fucking drunk." Wakasa belches in response to your quip, but no one argues back.

"But you like old men," Takeomi replies slowly. You turn to face him and look into his eyes with defiance.

"Says who?" Three pairs of eyes look around at each other. There's something unspoken in the air, some conversation that had occurred without you present before this evening. But no one says a word. Waka settles back into the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"You just know us so well," Keizo slurs, frowning. "You're kind of like the little buddy that tags along our quests."

"You're damn right. I know you three so well, I could tell you apart in my sleep."

"Let's play a game," Takeomi blurts, sitting up suddenly.

Waka calls out, "No Uno," while Keizo huffs, "Or Monopoly."

"No, no," Takeomi hisses, waving them off with a limp hand. "It's called, 'Guess Who.'" Everyone groans, including you. "You haven't even heard what the game is!" Takeomi stumbles in front of the TV, blocking the only light source as he reaches for something. "Okay, y/n, you're the guesser. I'm going to blindfold you, and you have to guess which of us is touching you since you know us like the back of your hand."

"Touching me?" Your pussy throbs at the thought of any of them touching you outside of a fight. You'd never spoken about your desire for fear of ruining your perfect dynamic, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't think about them in more than just a friendly way.

"You're with us twenty-four-seven, right?" Takeomi resurfaces with a bandana. "You get five tries. If you get three wrong..." He smiles at you wickedly. "Then you have to do whatever we say."

"I'm not going to lose," you admit confidently. "Go ahead. And if I win, you guys have to do whatever I say for a week."

"Three days," Waka counters.

"Alright." Takeomi shrugs, placing the blindfold over your eyes and tying it tight behind your head. He takes the beer out of your hand, sits you on the couch, and then shuffles around. The recliner creaks - Keizo is getting up - and Waka gets off the floor with a grunt. There's whispering, but you can't hear it over the TV that's been turned up considerably.

Feet shuffle toward you after a long pause, and you try to measure the gait of each step. But it's nearly impossible, and you feel a hand move over your arm. The feet move back, and you try wrapping your mind around any distinguishing factors. They were thin fingers, so it had to be either Wakasa or Takeomi. Beyond that...

"Guess who?"

"Wakasa."

"Lucky guess," Takeomi mutters, no doubt crossing his arms. "Alright, next one." There's shuffling and whispering, and then another one approaches you. This time, they touch your shoe, taking it off and revealing your socked foot.

"That's not fair," you grumble. "I can't even tell."

"Just guess."

"Then it was you, Omi."

"Wrong. It was me. Your shoes are on my carpet, and that's gross," Keizo replies.

"Typical."

"One wrong," Takeomi laughs. "Two to go." More movement. Then someone comes up to you and leans down. Breath fans across your face before lips touch yours, and your mind goes blank. Oh, fuck.

A moment passes before the lips disappear, and you're left breathless and unable to guess.

"That was... you, Omi."

"Oh, so sorry," Takeomi answers, chuckling again. "That was Waka."

"That's..."

"I've wanted to do that for ages," Waka admits emotionlessly. You're stunned into silence as the next guy approaches you, smoothes a hand over your hair, and then kisses your cheek.

"Two wrong answers," you hear as the blood begins to rush to your head. "This could be your last chance to win."

"I..." Your head begins to swirl as if the beer finally took hold of your senses. "I don't know..."

"Final answer?"

"Come on, y/n," Takeomi teases. "You know us so well."

"I guess I don't," you gasp, and fingers pull at the blindfold, lifting it off of one eye.

"So you admit it," Takeomi smirks. "You thought you knew us." You nod, and he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. "You can't even tell my touch apart from Keizo's or Waka's. Such a shame." He replaces the blindfold and sighs. "You lose, then. Now you're ours for the night."

You're not sure how your clothes came off so quickly, but fingers are sliding into your soaked pussy while one of them sucks leisurely on one of your exposed nipples.

"I'm feeling generous," Takeomi whispers in your ear, his half-naked body pressed into your backside. "You should take another chance to guess whose fingers are inside you."

"I know they're yours," you reply softly.

"Of course you do," he mutters back. "You really do know me after all, hm?"

It's Waka that's pressing your head down into his lap and holding the tip of his cock against your lips. And it's Keizo that's got one of your tits in his mouth while he hums.

How did you get so lucky?

Takeomi's fingers slip out of you as Waka's fingers knot in your hair, helping you bob up and down on his veiny length. A cockhead presses at your entrance, and you moan loudly, hoping Takeomi wouldn't stop as he sinks into you with care.

"Fuck," he whines, beginning to thrust into you. "You like that cock stretching you out, yeah?" You can only grunt around Waka's cock before it pops free, saliva and precum smearing over your lips.

"You'll be able to tell us apart in no time," Waka chuckles before shifting around. "At least, Omi and I. You'll have no problem knowing when Keizo's inside of you, right, Kei?"

"Right," he breathes, the cool air fanning across your chest as he moves into Waka's empty space. Your lips wrap around a bigger cockhead, which you're sure is twice as thick. "Take your time, baby," Keizo coos, holding your hair in one hand. Takeomi picks up the speed of his movements, his hips smacking your ass as you meet him thrust for thrust.

"You have to feel this pussy, Waka," Omi breathes. "It's like silk."

"Maybe next time," you hear Waka mutter from afar. "You're enjoying yourself."

"Shit yeah," Takeomi hisses, gripping your hips tighter. "You'll learn the difference between us, won't you, princess?" Keizo curses, angling his hips to take control of the blowjob you're giving. And you're stuffed full, praying that it would never end.

Keizo pushes you down on his cock, making you gag for a moment before letting you up and exhaling roughly, cum shooting on your face. "That's it," he pants. "That's it. There you go..."

You reach a hand down as you feel your own orgasm cresting to rub at your clit furiously. "Play with yourself," Takeomi encourages you, lifting your leg a little. "Yeah... that's what I like to see."

"Fuck, Omi... Gonna cum..." you whimper. Takeomi says nothing in response, but you can feel his cock twitch and hear him groan. "I'm cumming!" Your pussy clenches around Takeomi's cock just as he huffs and grunts and sighs loudly, his hips stuttering as he cums inside you.

There's a long wait before Takeomi slips out of you, his cock softening.

"We'll do this game again soon," he murmurs, taking the blindfold off. "We'll play fair next time, too. Deal?"

[albatmobile]

Cardinal Sins Chapter 10

𓅪 Living with your vigilante boyfriends for the past year has been amazing, well, almost. Butting heads, old wounds resurfacing and a deadly threat still looming overhead could threaten the sanctity of everything you've ever fought for. Will you finally overcome your tainted past and survive the trials and tribulations, or will your relationships and your faith crumble under the pressure?

Rated: E | 10.5k | TW: violence | Contains: reconciliation, a new player enters the arena, court shenanigans, smut, praise kink, anal sex, oral fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist] Previous in Series: Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds

Chapter Ten: Ready to Let Go

A week later, you get a letter saying your parents want to see you this upcoming weekend. You can’t help but think that maybe things could be looking up after all.

While reading the letter, you suddenly feel eyes on you. Your eyes shoot up instantly, catching a brief glimpse of blonde hair. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the person had been Samantha. You blink exaggeratedly before rubbing at your eyes to confirm that you’re 100% just sleep deprived and that it’d all been a mirage. After all, it’s not easy to get much sleep when every time you close your eyes, you just see him.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you don’t mention your parent’s letter to anyone. It’s for the best anyway, considering both men are more preoccupied with putting a cranky, sugar-crazed Lian to sleep than they are with the wrinkled paper in your hand.

“She get into the snack cabinet again?” you ask, highly amused with the entire situation.

Roy’s tired, light green eyes narrow. “What do you think?”

You snort, “When you’re tired, you sound just like, Jay, baby.”

Roy sticks out his tongue, which you quickly suck into your mouth. Your lips meet his chapped ones briefly before he’s forced to pull apart when Lian begins to wail. 

“I’M NOT TIRED!”

“That’s exactly what someone who’s tired would say,” Roy responds tonelessly with a sigh. 

“DAD, I’M NOT,” she cries. Seeing dad isn’t going to budge, she switches her tactics. “DADDY!” 

Jason just shakes his head as he reaches down to scoop her up into his muscular arms. “You want me to read to you?” 

The red, tear-faced little girl sniffles as she weighs her options. Her dark eyes move from Jason, to you, then to Roy before falling on Jason again. She gives a cute nod and cuddles into his neck while she pouts at her exhausted dad. As Jason carries Lian to her room, you hear the little girl mumble to her daddy, “Dad was mean to me.” 

Jason laughs, “Dad gets mean when he’s tired, just like another Harper I know.”

With Lian finally being put down for a nap, Roy wastes no time in picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“The fuck, Roy!” you exclaim as you grasp at his shirt. You know there’s no way he’d ever drop you, you know, considering he does the whole hero thing for a living and all, but still, being upside-down is never comforting. 

Instead of responding, he drops you down on the bed before slinking over to you.

“Wanna makeout?” he asks.

You smirk lightly. “I thought you were tired.”

“Yeah,” he says as he straddles you. You quirk a questioning brow as he then leans down so that his lips are mere centimeters from yours. “That was until you fucked my tongue.”

Your nose wrinkles in distaste. “What a fucking gross way to describe what I did.”

“Just kiss me already, princess,” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his. His soft hands gently come up to cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss steadily as he does so until, eventually, he teasingly slips the tip of his tongue into your mouth. You flick at the appendage, chasing after it when it retreats to lewdly draw him back into your mouth.

Jason walks in to see Roy straddling your torso, grinding down into you while the two of you gasp dramatically into each other’s mouths. At the clearing of Jason’s throat, Roy breaks away but only briefly to throw his shirt off, then yours, before diving back in. 

“Baby,” you whimper breathlessly. You feel the bed shift and easily break away to drag Jason in for an equally salacious kiss. “You guys should fuck and let me watch,” you say, the words rushing out from your saliva-covered lips before you can stop them.

Both men pull away from each other abruptly, looking from each other, to finally stare dumbfounded you.

“You wouldn’t be jealous?” Jason asks. The tone of his voice carries a hint of guilt, though why, you can’t place.

You shrug. “Of course not. You’ve both watched me fuck the other; why wouldn’t I want to see that, too?”

Roy just smirks devilishly. “Oh, you have no idea the dirty shit I’m thinking about right now, baby,” Roy purrs and makes to pull Jason back in, but the raven-haired man stops him gently. 

“We should tell her,” Jason cautions quietly, as if the conversation is meant to stay between Roy and himself. “It doesn’t feel right.” Roy gulps inadvertently in response as the mood suddenly shifts. Jason exhales as he faces you again, “We fucked while you were in your coma.” The last part of his sentence comes out somewhat hesitantly, like he doesn’t want to beat around the bush but also doesn’t want to completely sour the mood.

You blink owlishly as you take in the news. “I feel like we’ve already been over this,” you start with a smile easily forming across your heated cheeks. “I don’t care who fucks who as long as it stays between the three of us,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up even more as you do. 

“We’re in the clear?” Roy asks impishly as he quickly looks between Jason and you. “You’re not mad?” 

“I won’t be mad as long as you show me exactly what you two did,” you supply coquettishly. 

Before either of them seems to process your demand, you’re already scooting back on the bed, undressing as you go. Once naked, you lean against your shared pile of pillows. The act seems to spur them into action as they giddily rid themselves of their clothes, too. They’re making out again as you slowly spread your thighs, gently trailing up and down the soft skin of your inner thighs to tease yourself for what’s to come.

They’re both entirely too eager and swiftly move on to the next step as you finally grant yourself some relief by delving between your wet lips. It’s then that Roy begins stretching Jason’s ass, his light green eyes flickering between Jason on his knees and you on your back with your legs spread. Jason seems to notice his divided attention and arches his ass to further present his twitching hole to your boyfriend. All the while, the doggy-style position means that Jason’s facing you head-on, which only serves to make you exaggerate your moans even further.

You finally tickle at your inner folds, dragging lewdly through your slick as you watch Roy’s thick mechanical fingers steadily bob in and out of Jason’s ass. You try to take your time and pace it so that you’re not too close by the time Roy finally pushes into Jason’s tight hole. From here, your eyes flicker greedily between your hot boyfriends, catching their sex-dazed eyes as you do.

“You’re shit’s so fucking tight,” Roy groans in appreciation as he places his hands on Jason’s cheeks to spread them. “Taking my cock so good, Jay,” the redhead praises breathily.

“Well,” you and Jason correct absentmindedly in unison, pause, then laugh. 

“To think you guys call me a fucking loser,” Roy chides half-heartedly as he picks up his pace once again, earning a surprised moan from Jason’s supple lips.

It’s only been a few minutes into them fucking, but you find yourself shaking, leaving you embarrassed after having come so soon without any real stimulation. You move to close your blushing thighs when Jason suddenly stops you.

“When have we ever just let you come once, babe?”

You groan shakily in response to Jason’s rhetorical question and allow your thighs to ease back open. He’s close enough already to reach your slick-covered pussy and wastes no time in teasing your sensitive folds. Your whole body reacts to the first contact, arching lewdly with your chest bouncing as you do so as you let out a wobbly exhale.

“Never,” you breathe.

Jason’s tongue travels across all the familiar spots he knows drive you crazy, even going so far as to slow down his movements to achingly tease you further. If he’s going to play games, so are you. Though every moan is very much real, you turn up your reactions, feeling his ministrations below fervently speed up as you do so.

“Such a fucking slut for her pussy, aren’t you, Jay?” Roy teases Jason gruffly, followed by a smack on his ass that sends Jason surging forward into your cunt. The added pressure leaves you panting and pushing further against his mouth for greater friction. Jason only allows this for so long, though, before he goes back to playful flicks, light pressure and avoiding your throbbing clit.

“Mmm,” Jason moans against your slit. The vibrations are nearly too much and, if it weren’t for Roy’s next words, you know you’d probably be the one coming undone instead of Jason.

“Show her that’s our pussy, love,” Roy says, his half-lidded eyes never once leaving yours as the words leave his smirking, chapped lips. 

“Please,” you beg, quaking when Jason doubles down and actually gives you the friction you’ve been so desperately chasing after. His heavenly tongue soon slinks in and out of your dripping hole, slurping up your want as he goes along. With one hand clenched like a lifeline in the sheets below, your other quickly moves to fist Jason’s inky locks to force his mouth exactly where you need it. “Yes! Right there, Jay. Don’t fucking move,” you breathlessly curse at him. 

If your eyes hadn’t already rolled all the way to the back of your head, you’d probably notice the animalistic look behind Roy’s usually tame, verdant gaze at the erotic sight. Instead, all you can focus on is Jason’s unrelenting mouth and the intense pleasure it’s causing.

You think your pornstar-worthy moans will cause Roy to crumble first, but surprisingly, it’s Jason whose hips sputter out a large bout of come first. His breath catches hotly against your pulsating pussy and you inadvertently whine for more.

“Shit, babe,” Jason pants. When he pulls away, saliva and your want string from his mouth, connecting the two of you until he tiredly wipes away at it. 

Without another word, Roy pulls out, looking mischievous as ever. “What?” the redhead questions cheekily you as soon as he sees your dubious look. “Really weren’t going to tell me how much you’ve been holding back on me and ol’ Jay here, now were you, princess?”

“Shut up,” you groan half-heartedly, wishing you had a free pillow to knock him over the head with. “It’s probably because neither one of you has ever eaten me out like that before,” you admit and blush profusely when Jason looks your way.

“Fair enough,” Roy continues the banter easily as he slinks across the mattress towards his panting lovers. “So,” he drawls, “we’re definitely going to have to do this again and we’re definitely going to have to soundproof these walls.” You snort and Jason chuckles tiredly, though you and Roy are still very much ready to go. Roy seems to realize this too and smirks wolfishly as he slinks over to take over Jason’s spot between your legs. “You know, I can’t lie, I’m kinda hurt over here, princess,” Roy says, though he sounds anything but. His soft hands trail up and down the mix of slick and saliva that covers your inner thighs. “Saying I haven’t been taking care of you right.” His verdant eyes flicker up at your expectant form as he forms his next question. “That can’t be right, now can it?”

With this, his impish tongue pokes out to trickle across your sensitive outer lips, spurring a light sigh from you.

“No,” you respond breathlessly once Roy stops his ministrations in anticipation of an answer.

“We can’t have our princess feeling unsatisfied, now can we?” he continues teasingly. 

You both fully know that they’d never leave you unsatisfied with anything when it comes to the bedroom. It’s not at all what you’d meant at all when you said that they had never eaten you out like this before. It’s just never felt so intense.Them fucking, coupled with Jason’s expert tongue, left you with an orgasm you’d never experienced before. You can’t deny, however, that you’re ready for Roy to try and outdo him, though.

Having taken his spot, Jason moves to lay beside you, gently guiding your chin and, subsequently, your attention over to him as he gently and slowly captures your lips with his own. You find yourself melting against his body, but Roy’s swift to remind you of his promise. 

The redhead pries your thighs back open as he achingly teases his way from above your clit all the way down to your twitching hole. If Jason’s tongue was heavenly, Roy’s is downright sinful. While both know exactly how to push you over the edge with their mouths alone, Roy’s definitely pulling out new tricks that leave you gasping and sighing against Jason’s lips. With Jason’s hand placed strategically over your lower stomach, all of Roy’s movements feel amplified and, having just come down from an orgasm, you’re already feeling overly sensitive in the best possible way.

With a strategic plunging of his tongue in and out of your wet pussy, coupled with his cool, metallic thumb flicking at your clit, you feel another orgasm steadily approaching. Before you’re completely pushed over the edge, however, Roy suddenly retreats from your aching cunt.

You pull off of Jason’s lips in an instant, turning to ask Roy what’s wrong only to have to stifle a laugh as he waddles over on his knees to come all over your abused pussy. The redhead comes with a shaky exhale and groan as his hips jerkily rock into fist while he empties out his entire load all over your slick folds.

“You get off on eating my pussy, baby?” you ask teasingly, channeling Roy’s usual cheekiness as you watch him come undone.

“Fuck yeah,” he replies through his panting, sounding completely fucked-out. “Always.”

You lose yourself in the redhead’s minute reactions that follow and miss how Jason’s hand trails down your lower stomach all the way down to your entrance. When his calloused fingers breach your entrance, you gasp. Your hips sputter against the filled feeling and friction he’s supplying and quickly meet his knowing thrusts with shaky ones of your own.

“Your turn,” Jason says suddenly against the sensitive shell of your ear. 

“Fuck,” you curse as he swirls his fingers through Roy’s want before abruptly fucking it into your cunt. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” you admit breathily.

“Good girl,” Roy praises you with his voice leaving tantalizing vibrations across your cunt as he does.

Sure enough, with Jason fucking Roy’s come directly into your g-spot, you find release a few moments later. Your second orgasm is more intense than the first and you’d probably be embarrassed by your reaction if you hadn’t been met by your loves wanton eyes on you when you shakily focus back on them. 

“So fucking good,” you admit, though suddenly, neither are looking at you. Well, not your face, at least. No, both men’s eyes are trained on your dripping pussy where your orgasm has lewdly pushed the sticky white substance back out and onto your slick folds.

Without warning, Jason swoops down and erotically slurps up the combination of saliva and come. You half prepare yourself for him to coax it between your lips, but he moves Roy’s way instead. Completely entranced by the entire interaction, Roy willingly presents his open mouth for Jason to spit inside, with Roy swallowing obediently. A small stream trickles out from the corner of Roy’s chapped mouth, something Jason notices and quickly corrects. He lewdly laps at the fluids before forcing it back into Roy’s mouth with his dutiful tongue.

The two of them lose themselves in each other’s lips for a moment before leaning down to press gentle, wet kisses against your blushing cheeks and lips.

Completely spent, the three of you collapse backward onto the mattress together, panting lightly as you do.

“So, which one of us is cooking dinner?” you ask. The remnants of your orgasms have left you entirely too tired to cook like you’d been planning to. Not to mention, you hardly feel like moving from your bed for the rest of the evening.

It’s quiet for a beat as the bed’s other inhabitants obviously are feeling much of the same.

“Pizza?” Roy tries.

“Pizza,” Jason agrees.

•••

Later that same day, you contemplate your options. You know visiting hours are only for another hour. You’ve sat on the decision all day, but you’re no where near being closer to having an answer. With Jason and Roy out picking up food, you know this may be your only chance to slip out undetected.

You need to know.

Before you lose the will to go, your feet start moving. 

You know they’ll be back any second, so Lian will be fine and even go so far as to tell yourself that if you run into them, you won’t bother going.

When you call the elevator, you’re 90% sure it’ll open to reveal your partners, but the elevator car is empty. 

What the fuck are you doing? You berate yourself as you step inside and hit the button for the lobby. Your breathing quickens as the realization of what you’re doing crashes over you. You make to hop off, to go back inside the apartment and go to Lian’s room to play with her, but ultimately, the doors slide shut, sealing your fate.

By the time you’re across the street, you watch as your loves walk into the building, holding hands. Your heart sinks at the sight. Logically, you know you should call out to them. You should call out to them right now, but you don’t. The last thing you need is for them to talk you out of it when you’re already seconds from bailing as it is. 

With a heavy heart and unsure gate, you walk away from your family.

The prison is a decent ways away, luckily Gotham City taxi drivers are a different breed. You make it to Blackgate in under 20 minutes. 

The whole sign-in ordeal takes another 30 or so minutes, leaving only 10 minutes to speak with them by the time you’re being escorted over to the visitation room. The guard who ends up walking you over to them has been giving you weird vibes the entire time, but you ultimately end up blaming his behavior on your uneasiness with the situation. It definitely doesn’t help your unease that the entire visiting section is completely empty. 

As you sit down on the visitor side of the glass partition, you still can’t help but wonder just what’s made them change their minds. Why is this time different?

Before you can question their goodwill any further, the guard strikes.

It all happens so fast. One second, you’re waiting for your parents to join you and the next, you notice movement in the glass. Before you can react, you’re punched in the face and knocked to the ground. You scramble to get up and retaliate, but the guard, who’s now disguised by an owl mask, holds you down with a chokehold. Your face heats up as your blood floods to it, feeling as your eyes bulge out of your head before, ultimately, passing out.

•••

“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”

The wretched sound of scratching overtakes your senses as you watch a large group of disheveled people scratching at glass in front of you.

Their voices soon overtake each other, panicking as a putrid green fog overtakes your vision.

You laugh, but it comes out as his laugh.

“Let the fun begin,” you say, though your voice ends up coming out as Joker’s.

Suddenly, the dream halts, though your surroundings still feel hazy, as if the last few dregs of the dream, nightmare, are still overtaking your senses. You attempt to stir, but everything feels like you’re wading through water.

“That’s it,” a distorted voice encourages you.

Huh?

You try to open your eyes, but they feel heavy- like, way heavier than usual. Your mouth feels cottony, reminding you of the time in the library when you and… you and…

Your loves.

Your eyes slowly open to reveal a dark, cavernous room.

The Batcave? When did you get here? The last thing you remember was…

Oh.

You blink, attempting to clear the blurriness from your vision, but it doesn’t help any. If anything, it only causes you to fall back into the comfort of closing them, becoming instantly met with a large boat. It almost looks like the one Damian had…

Damian.

Your eyes flash open to see a dark outline of a man in front of you. All the while, your breathing picks up as you attempt to remember just what the fuck is going on, but the pounding in your temple becomes far too overwhelming. 

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” the voice jokes sinisterly. “I’ve been dying to introduce myself to a fine specimen such as yourself.”

“Sthpeth-imn?” you slur, then immediately shut your mouth. What the fuck did this dude do to you? 

“You can call me Dr. Crane for now.” His voice suddenly becomes closer, causing you to flinch. “Oh, no. Don’t be worried. No,” he reassures you with a comforting voice, though you feel anything but comforted, “this is all a part of the plan, don’t you see?” He sounds somewhat giddy now. “You’re the perfect specimen. All the others failed me- failed my genius, but not you. No, your body accepts it. It accepts what everyone else’s should’ve. I was right all along and they tried to tell me-“ he cuts himself off, chuckling darkly. “Well, they tried to tell me I’d failed,” he guffaws before growing interested in you again. “But, you see, I don’t fail and you’re the proof. The unkempt man circles around you, eyes flitting across every inch of your body as he observes your every minute reaction. “You know,” he starts conversationally, “when they first told me you were special, I didn’t believe them, but now-."

“H-” you try to ask, 'who,' but the words aren’t coming out right. “Them,” you finally manage as you attempt to ask him who else is behind this.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he responds placatingly. “By now, you’ve inhaled a majority of the vapor. All that’s left to do is let it take over.”

Crane mentioned vapor; however, the man seems largely unaffected by the greenish smog that hangs in the room. He doesn’t appear to be wearing a gas mask of any kind, either. If you’d been in your right mind, you probably would’ve attempted to interrogate the doctor, but right now, you’re focused on escaping. You’re under the influence of an experimental concoction and you don’t want to give it any more time to take effect. 

Your breathing quickens even more and you struggle against your rope restraints on the examination table. Through the haze of whatever concoction you’re breathing in, you notice a small table filled with medical equipment next to you. You fight the shivers that spread across your body as you eye a promising scalpel. 

Pretending to be more out of it than you are leads to Crane dropping his guard. He turns around and presses play on an old radio. Classical music fills the muddled air as the doctor begins to rifle through a small closet off to the side, but you don’t wait to see what he produces as you make a grab for the sharp instrument and begin to saw haphazardly against your restraints. First, your left hand, then your right. You feign being restrained when he begins to dance to the crescendo of violins and rapidly cut through the ropes around your ankles the second he turns back around to grab… a rotten sack? 

Yeah, you’re not sticking around to find out what the fuck that’s about. 

You can’t pretend you’re restrained any longer now that all the ropes are so obviously broken, so you gather every bit of sanity within yourself to slip from the metal bed to stumble over behind the man who’s too busy shoving his head inside the bag. You use the sack around his head as a weapon, quickly wrapping the remnants of rope around his neck and tugging hard, falling to the ground as he vehemently reacts. His skinny body ends up on top of you and you will yourself to follow your instincts, to follow your training, but you can hardly stay present in your mind as it is. Everything feels like a dream. The actions you make feel as if you’re wading through a mental flood to accomplish them and you know your strength isn’t anything like you’re used to, but it’s what you’ve got, so you use it anyway.

“AGH!” he exclaims as his bruised hands attempt to pry the rope off his throat. You feel him shift as he tries to turn around to grant you the same courtesy, but you shift your hips at the last second and end up on top of him. You’re panting with snot streaming from your nose as you use everything within yourself to choke him.

“Out, out,” you repeat, willing your crippling visions away as you beg him to just pass out already. After speaking, you feel droll leaking out of the corners of your mouth but you don’t dare to attempt to wipe it away. You’re giving everything into your power around the rope, screaming when your hands grow numb, whether from the white-knuckled grip you have on the hold or whatever he’s injected you with, but you can’t give up now.

All the while, his fists clash into your sides. It’s a relentless pain that only serves to keep you in the moment as you continue to drift in and out of reality.

Seconds pass, possibly minutes, before he stops struggling. The punches cease and soon, the noises spewing from his throat cease as well. Even though your hands are purple at this point, you keep the hold on him for as long as you can before you feel yourself falling to the side of Crane’s passed-out form. Upon landing on the stone ground below, you heave, effectively losing whatever’s in your stomach to the stone below.

Scratching.

You hear it as if it’s happening in this very lab- no, you can practically feel it against your skin as you gasp and shake on the ground.

You need to get up. You need to get up. Get up. Please, get up. With this mantra on repeat in your head, you force your head off the ground. Your head feels entirely too heavy for your neck and you end up failing it around like a newborn baby as you attempt to get a grip on your mind, but it’s nearly impossible. 

You think about your family, but it only makes things worse. Instead of seeing Jason, Roy and Lian, you see flashes of your parents, then Bruce. You try to calm your breathing at the calming thought of your father figure, but your pulse continues to vibrate throughout your veins in a way that makes everything hard to focus.

SLAP!

“No,” you mumble incoherently. With your visions crashing down upon you, you finally manage to make headway in standing by tugging yourself back over to the examination table and using it to support your weight as you struggle to stand. Your legs feel like absolute noodles and any time you try to move away from the table, your knees give in.

It’s then that you notice two vials of liquid on the very tray you’d stolen the scalpel from. One a half-full, toxic green and the other a deep indigo. Half-delirious, you snatch them up as quickly as you can manage, realizing only then that you’re completely naked. You stumble over to pick up a lab coat off the hook by the door as you slowly inch out of the room, placing the vials in the pockets as carefully as you can in your state of mind. 

You’re half expecting whatever building you’re in to be a maze in the way Cadmus had been, but the sight that meets you shocks you. Laid out before you is an actual maze. An absolutely gigantic one, in fact.

What the fuck.

Using the stone walls as support, you begin your arduous trek. 

You catch flickers of your parents as you wander aimlessly, following their familiar forms, only to come to a halt just when you think you’ve caught up to them. You find yourself having run into a dead end what feels like hours later, though you figure it’s only been minutes.

You heave a sigh through your pants as you force yourself to turn around to find Bruce. 

“Help,” you manage to wheeze out through your dry throat. “Safe-“

Bruce’s mirage cuts you off, “Follow.”

Though you know it’s only a figment of your imagination, the man moves quickly, like way too quickly for you to keep up with. You try to run but end up flailing and tripping over your own feet. You try to beg him to wait for you, to help you, but the man only gives you an unimpressed look. You soon realize that he’s not going to wait for you; he’s not going to budge. It’s his pace and it’s clear that you either need to catch up or find yourself left in the dust.

Dragging yourself across the stone floor, you ignore the way the porous material scratches and cuts at your skin. You need Bruce. He’s your lifeline and your only way out of here, you hazily reason. Regardless, he disappears around a corner to the left of you and, by the time you’ve dragged yourself over there, he’s disappeared completely. 

“COME BACK,” you scream out as you desperately search around for him. “PLEASE!” you try again. “Don’t leave me…” you mumble, feeling out of your body as your head bobs lucidly while you continue on your search. Your breath huffs out against the stones and you allow yourself only a few seconds to rest your head on their cold surface before once again forcing yourself to stand.

At this point, you’re flitting in and out of reality nearly every other second. You can hardly keep track of what’s real and what’s not, but you continue to move your feet as fast as you can. You break into a drunken-looking run, crashing against the stone partition at the end of this section of the maze. Groaning in pain, you notice that the impact has wedged the wall slightly open, revealing a sliver of light through the crack.

Panting, you press against the stones, groaning in pain when the hidden entrance rumbles open, sending you tumbling inside.

“Agh!”

You think you pass out for a moment, but you’re not entirely sure. When you come to again, you find yourself in what appears to be another lab, though this one looks as if it was left in a haste. 

There’s a sink to your right, so you stumble to get up and over to it to begin drinking from the tap. When the water hits your tongue, you feel slightly more awake, but end up choking on the liquid and find it hard to breathe while you try to swallow around it. Nonetheless, you force yourself to down more of the liquid, relishing in the way it clears your mind. 

By the time you’ve gotten your fill, you feel more in control of your actions, enough to suddenly notice the partially covered glass box in the middle of the room. Curtains have been hastily drawn around it, but a portion of the glass behind it is still visible.

Thereupon the glass is…

No, it can’t be.

Scratching.

”STOP!” you beg, clutching your head as the visions flow freely once again. “No more, please! NO MORE!” Your voice is completely fucked. You can’t be sure if you were screaming while you were out earlier, but fuck if it doesn’t feel like you’ve screamed your throat raw.

Weighing out your options, you hobble closer to the glass, tugging the curtains back haphazardly only to find bloodied streaks covering the visible portion of glass. What’s worse? All the discarded files you’re currently stepping on. It’s hard to read; your brain can hardly focus on escape as it is, but you understand enough to know these are lab reports. Each report is adorned with a photo of an unkempt person, dead behind the eyes.

“No,” you mutter hazily. “NO!” With this, you use what little strength you have to tear down the curtains and end up taking the rods down with it as well to reveal the stolen microwave emitter. You sharply exhale, feeling your entire body shake as your mind attempts to shut down again. You won’t let it- you refuse. “FUCK!” you exclaim as you slap yourself across the face once, then twice, to keep yourself alert. 

SLAP!

Waves of images flood your brain. Images of family in all its forms. Leaping from one broken home to another, creating your own version of safety only to have it all be threatened. Bruce- he…

You’re panting again as you slowly make your way back out into the labyrinth, catching a glance of a sticky-note on a bulletin board in the room as you get to the threshold. The yellow paper reads: Gotham Marina 4/1 REDEMPTION!

With newfound energy from your discoveries, you now notice the overwhelming feeling of being watched. If this is The Court you’re dealing with, you know the only way out in your state is to outwit them.

“You think you’re the first ones to drug me?” you call out shakily as you clumsily enter back into the stone maze. You manage to swallow down the lump in your throat as you address your watcher again, “YOU THINK YOU’RE THE FIRST ONES TO INVADE MY MIND?!”

Instead of a response, you’re met with a coolness at your ankles. Upon looking down, you notice that the same sickly fog in Crane’s lab trickling along the floor like a threat for what’s to come.

From here, your visions grow worse.

Water.

A ship.

Fog.

Scratching.

SLAP!

You let out a guttural scream, wishing it will somehow rid your brain of these crippling thoughts, but it only pains your strained throat further. You’re running out of gas. At this point, the whole labyrinth just seems like a cruel joke. You finally feel like you live up to your supposed purpose: a lab rat.

You watch yourself leap from one family to another as if they’re atop clouds, searching for, well, you’re not sure. Your parents reject you, sending you leaping again as the fluffy structure disappears out from under your feet. It’s then that you see Bruce, the manor, all the people you grew up with. It feels like home, but while Bruce doesn’t send you packing, your stay is merely temporary. Your distorted vision shows the man holding a scale, weighing out everything you’ve done. When one side outweighs the other, he suddenly casts you aside, sending you crashing through the now smog-filled sky. You see Bruce peering down over the edge of the cloud to watch you plummet without a care right before you hit the final cloud in the sky.

You’re panting as you sit up to see Jason, Roy and Lian having a tea party. You want to laugh. This whole situation is insane and the visions are unlike anything you’ve experienced before. You truly have no fucking idea what’s going on, let alone what’s real and what’s not.

Whatever is real and whatever is not is hardly relevant, however. What is relevant is the message behind it all. You realize that, no matter what you do, the fear of being disowned again cripples you to your core. Logically, you know you’re in too deep now- the point of no return. There’s no way to come out of this situation unscathed, you realize. Whether at the cost of your life, the city, or your family, these elements can’t all be saved without the destruction of another. 

Something has to give.

Lian suddenly gets up from the table and you think she’ll invite you over, but she appears upset. 

“You left me,” she says. Your mind goes blank. “You left me just like my other mommy.”

“I,” you start, then quickly trail off. She’s turning away, facing back to where Jason and Roy are now standing and looking at you with disgust. “I didn’t want to fuck this up,” you plead, grabbing her by the shoulders so she faces you again, but she easily brushes your hold away to round the nearest corner of the maze. You give a jerky gaze back to the table, but both your loves have disappeared as well. With nothing left, you chase after her. “LIAN! I DIDN’T WANT IT TO BE THIS WAY. I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END UP LIKE THIS. I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO END UP LIKE THEM- PLEASE BELIEVE ME! My parents...” Your throat feels raw, but screaming feels like the only way to reach her. “I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE YOU,” you finally yell. The sound echoes emptily as it bounces across the cold stone surrounding you. You’re crying now, tears streaming down your face as you clumsily search for her. Finally, you round an unfamiliar corner to find her being comforted by Jason and Roy. “Lian!” you exclaim as you blearily scramble over to her.

“You’re not my real mom,” she says quietly, causing you to stop flailing. You brace yourself against one of the walls as you pant, head pounding, heart pounding uncontrollably as your vision tunnels around you. The only things you can clearly make out are Lian, Jason and Roy, but it only serves to make you more panicked. “And you did leave me,” her dark eyes stare you down hauntingly, “just like her.”

This time, she’s ushered away by your loves who treat you like you’re not even there. You don’t attempt to chase after them, fuck knows she’s better off without you... They all are.

You crash through the last cloud, finding yourself on the stone-cold ground as you catch your bearings.

You want to give up as you slink to the frigid floor below. Tears flow freely from your stinging, puffy eyes as you rock back and forth on the rough ground. “I’m sorry,” you mutter, hating how the sound of your voice plays on repeat all around you. “I made a mistake,” you sniffle wetly. “I made a fucking mistake. I can’t do this alone, I can’t-“ you choke. “I can’t be alone. Please, don’t leave me,” you brokenly whisper to the empty maze.

Through your blinding thoughts, you hear a semi-familiar voice. You’re unable to place it, but you can’t help but follow after it. 

“Go right,” the voice says, echoing along the stone chasms surrounding you. Your legs jerk in the direction, staggering to follow after the sound. “Right.” Again, you clumsily chase after the voice. “Make a left at the opening.”

Upon taking the left, you lumber out into the center of the maze whilst mumbling the directions lucidly.

“There is no hope,” the voice suddenly booms, sounding as if it’s right behind you. However, when you turn around, you’re only met with more fog. “There is no savior.” At this point, you’re spinning around, looking erratically for the source. “Not this time.” From here, a familiar man emerges menacingly from the thick smog.

“Talon,” you hiss incoherently.

“That’s right,” he praises you. Similar to Dr. Crane, he begins to circle you as if studying your every movement. “We finally meet. I hear you have a penchant for ruining plans.” You have no idea what to say to that, so you remain silent. Your brain is thrumming in pain and delusion, but you fight to push past it, and you force yourself to circle around the killer. “You won’t mess up mine, though. You see, I have a penchant for pushing people to their limit,” he says. “I like peering between the cracks in a person’s psyche to see how I can melt it down, mold it to fit my wants and needs.” He suddenly surges forward, pinning you against the stone wall behind you. “I’m going to manipulate you in ways that haven’t been studied yet, but I’m guessing you’ll be a really good test subject. After all, that is your purpose, right?”

“Fuck you,” you spit, growling when his face comes within centimeters of yours. “You talk about control and yet you’re not even the one in charge.”

He presses you deeper against the cold, scratchy surface. The threat his strength alone brings is threat enough. Knowing you’re in his territory and he has weapons at his disposal while you’re just stuck with your hands is the even bigger threat.

“Do you feel in charge?” he asks, though you can tell he’s just teasing you. It’s as if he finds the whole situation largely amusing; as if he already knows how this is going to end.

Well, he doesn’t.

You technically don’t either, to be honest, but you refuse to let this be the way you go out.

“I’m in charge here,” you pant, whimpering when his thick, gloved hand comes up to choke you. Your hand immediately covers his in a lame attempt to pry it off, but it’s useless. “This is my mind,” you hiss through the abhorrent pressure. “You can’t hurt me in here.”

“Is that so?” Talon scoffs, backing off immediately. You gasp, drawing in as much tainted air as you can and regret it instantly when the woozy feeling the gas brings washes over you once again. “Let’s test that theory, then.” With this, he draws his swords and charges at you.

You roll yourself along the stone wall and quickly flee to the closest portion of the maze. Your movements are jerky, unstable, but it’s all you’ve got. At the very least, you’re just glad you’re able to move. This doesn’t mean, however, that you’re moving in any semblance of fast, meaning Talon’s able to catch up to you easily. The man, though he’s completely covered by his mask, is clearly enjoying the chase.

His sword crashes to the left of you, clanking against the stone as it makes abrupt contact. The sudden movement has you crashing into the opposite wall. You drop down to avoid another swing and stumble to get back up to run barefoot down a different section of the labyrinth.

It’s here that you manage to lose him for a second, though you soon hear his sword scraping menacingly against the walls as he searches for you. He’s rapidly approaching and you have no idea what to do. Your brain screams, begging for you to give in to the poison, but you know that if you give in now, you’ll be dead before the days up. You shake your head, pinching yourself wherever you can to keep yourself awake and alert as you search for the exit.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sing-songs. “How much longer can you keep this up?” he calls out tauntingly. “No, really, I want to know.” His dark, damning voice is close. With two options in front of you, you pick the one on the right, only to run into a dead end. “You know I can hear you.” He sounds like he’s talking through a smile. “I can end this any time I want.”

You don’t know what comes over you, but you’ve had enough. You’re not some owl’s fucking prey. 

“Then, do it!” you scream. “DO IT!” 

He’s on you in a second, but you’re already nearly out of the dead end. The man tackles you to the ground, chuckling darkly as he does.

You’re fucked. You’re absolutely fucking dead.

The sound of clanking glass draws your attention, but Talon’s too focused on subduing you to notice it. You’d completely forgotten that you have two vials of their shitty concoction in your stolen lab coat. If this is the only chance you have for a distraction, you know you’ve got to use it. You only hope some of the liquid will survive for analysis, but you’re mainly just focused on, you know, not fucking dying.

“I know you want me to kill you, that you want me to end the misery you’re experiencing,” he gibes as he presses his sword against the scar on your neck, “but I won’t.” With this, he uses his other hand to draw up the hanging cloth portion of the bottom of his mask to reveal a pleased smirk. “I have other plans in mind.”

He did say you have a penchant for fucking up plans, didn’t he?

With both his hands preoccupied, you shove yours into the pockets of the lab coat to produce the purple vial. Though he catches onto what you’re doing fast, it’s not fast enough. You break the vial against the floor, stabbing the sharp edges of the broken glass into his exposed neck.

“Taste of your own fucking medicine,” you manage to slur out as you wiggle out from under him.

While he continues to react to the substance, you make a break for it. Though you’re delirious, marks and blood along the stone labyrinth help you recognize ways you’ve been down and ways you haven’t. By sheer dumb luck, you stop to catch your breath right by, upon closer inspection, what appears to be a door. You can only hope it’s not another fucking lab.

You push with the rest of your strength, screaming in agony as you do so. The door whines and groans under your force until it’s forced open to reveal-

“Oh, no fucking way,” you mutter weakly as you stumble into the very room you’d been in a week prior.

The Court’s headquarters are hidden behind the fireplace you’d found at their secret meeting location. You hardly have time to think of how you’d been right as you stagger through the familiar space.

The hall you’d been in for the court meeting is eerily empty, allowing you to run out through the front door as if on autopilot. When you emerge, you keep running without stopping until you reach the law firm- safety. You don’t know what time it is, let alone what day it is, as you storm inside the dark office. Luckily, the place is empty. Though there's an abundance of cars and activity outside, the clock inside reads 1:03.

Panicked, you begin to rifle around the filing cabinet and soon find your discarded gown. You waste no time in pulling it on, quickly shifting into a fighting stance when you hear rustling from outside the building. Those owl fucks aren’t taking you back to that place. No. You won’t let them. You’ll die before you become someone’s experiment again. 

Willing all the sanity you have left and gathering up the remnants of your depleted energy, you storm out of the building with rabid eyes, paperweight from one of the desks loosely in your right hand as you come face-to-face with Red Hood and Arsenal. Upon your entrance into the alley, you swear you see the familiar gleam of familiar sais, but it’s gone before you can question if you’ve imagined it or not.

“What happened?” You’re looking at them, but you’re far too out of it to tell which one of them is talking. “Who did this to you?”

You shake your head. They’re not fucking real. None of this is.

Panic swells over your entire being, feeling yourself begin to shake. You’re freezing, but it’s the only feeling keeping you grounded as you fight through the fog that’s overwhelming your mind. You’re shivering, your mouth wobbling as you try to think of something coherent to see if it’s really them, but nothing comes out.

You suppose it’s good that neither of them has tried to attack you just yet, but it doesn’t necessarily clarify that it’s not The Court. You know now from firsthand experience that they like to play games, so who’s to say this isn’t another one of their fucked up tests? 

Were they going to leave again, just as they had in the maze?

“I-“ you say, attempting to catch your breath while you wonder if they’re actually real or not. “I’m the one in control of my mind,” you hiss at them. “I CONTROL ME!” you shout crazily, lifting your arm with the weighted weapon as if begging them to dispute your words. “Neither of you are real,” you whimper, shaking your head rapidly as you back away from their advancing forms. “NONE OF THIS IS FUCKING REAL!”

“Baby, we’re here to save you.” 

You hear Roy’s voice as clear as day, but your vision is still too hazy to confirm if he’s merely a vision or not. You know you’re lucky to have made it as far as you have, though part of you worries that you’re still inside, that maybe you haven’t left that wretched hell at all. 

You feel yourself slipping, wanting to believe so bad that it really is them. 

“I don’t need anyone to save me,” you growl. Contrary to your words, however, seconds later your arm begins to shake and soon, your whole body follows suit. Without warning, you crumple to the pavement in front of them and begin to sob. Your hands clench around fistfuls of your hair as you begin to shake and rock back and forth. “I just want this to end. Please!”

“It’s over,” Jason’s voice assures you, whispering your name like a promise. “It’s over.”

Somehow, you believe him.

“It’s over,” you conceed before promptly passing out.

•••

This time, when you wake up, you find yourself in your bed. 

You quickly snap your eyes shut again as you tune into the noises in your surroundings.

The shower’s running and you hear the TV on low. Upon listening closer, you realize that it’s on The Food Network, undoubtedly Jason’s choice. You battle internally with yourself: to open your eyes and trust that this is real, or play opossum and try to figure out how to actually get out of the maze- out of your head.

While you’re going back and forth, you suddenly hear Jason’s deep humming reverberating from the bathroom, meaning the weight you feel beside you must be Roy. Your heart beats fast, wanting so badly to believe that you escaped. You take a leap of faith and open your eyes. Roy’s light green ones latch onto yours immediately.

“Hey,” he greets your dazed form quietly. You close your eyes again, willing the scene to change, but it doesn’t. When you open them again, Roy’s still there, staring at you with concern. “Jay!” Roy calls out. Not even seconds later, a distressed Jason emerges in the doorway of the adjoining bathroom, completely wet and completely naked.

For some reason, all these little quirks somehow add up to let you know that this is actually real. You had managed to escape The Court of Owls all on your own.

“What happened?” Jason asks as he approaches you slowly. “Are you feeling alright?” Are you sane again? You open your mouth to speak, but your throat is too raw to speak. “I’ll make you some tea,” he says instead. You watch lazily as he grabs a towel and swiftly exits without another word.

“We were really worried,” Roy says. His voice is deep and gravelly. It feels entirely intimate and this is exactly what you need after the hell you just went through. “Did someone take you?” he asks as he cautiously curls around you. When you don’t tense, he allows himself to relax into you, drawing circles across your shoulders as he does. “When we came back, you were gone and Lian was playing alone in her room.”

You attempt to swallow around the lump in your throat, but it’s too dry to do so. Guilt floods every atom of your being, so much so that the shame visibly heats up your cheeks. As a cop-out, you motion to your throat and he seems to understand that you’re unable to speak. You watch as he frowns and turns toward the TV, though his eyes are glazed over as if deep in thought.

Jason returns minutes later with a tray containing a steaming kettle and a teacup filled with honey and a filled infuser. 

“It’s chamomile,” he says as he shifts uncomfortably, awaiting your first sip. 

You’ve only ever seen him act like this when he needs to apologize to you. Had you not already been feeling so guilty, you might actually kind of find it cute how nervous he was for you. However, all you can think about is how angry they’re both going to be with you when the truth comes out. You practically already know their reaction, having seen how they abandoned you in the maze after Lian had… It wasn’t real, you reassert to yourself.

“It’s good,” you manage to rasp out after a few sips. The hot liquid coats your throat, silencing the pain for a brief second as you swallow it down. After another cup, you gently clear your throat, grimacing lightly when sharp pain erupts from the action. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be, baby,” Roy coos gently. “What happened to you wasn’t your fault at all.” While you’d like nothing more than to lie and shift the blame, you know you can’t. Regardless of what you saw in the labyrinth, you know you owe it to them to take the blame, to tell the truth.

“But it was,” you breathe. They both look at you curiously, leaving you to shrink into yourself. “I left here willingly.” You don’t bother to watch their expressions change as the weight of your admission hits them.

“So, you willingly left Lian alone?” Jason asks curtly. “What? To take down The Court on your own like that dumb shit you pulled at the dockyards?”

You hang your head in shame. “My parents,” you reply through a voice crack. You clear your throat again, taking another sip as you finally look at both of them again. Jason’s face is completely blank, while Roy’s is entirely betrayed.

Fuck.

Though you had to know this was coming, it still doesn’t make their reactions sting any less.

“You left our kid to go see some fucking deadbeats?” Jason hisses, brows furrowing as if you might’ve actually lost your goddamned mind. “The fuck is going on with you? This isn’t like you at all, so what the fuck is actually going on?”

“They sent me a letter. I wasn’t planning on going,” you admit. “Being alone in the house, though, all I could do was think on it. Time was running out and before I knew it, I was outside the building watching the two of you walk in.”

“And you didn’t say shit to us?”

“No,” you whimper, feeling tears coming on. It would’ve saved so much pain and so much misunderstanding had you just reached out to them. Now, well… “I fucked up. I really did,” you sob. “Maybe I’m tired of always making the right decisions,” you manage through a gross sniffle. “Maybe I’m tired of needing backup. Maybe I just want to do shit for myself and know I can take care of the aftermath without… I don’t need anyone,” you wail, “but I want to rely on the two of you and all this shit with the family, Bruce and now knowing that my parents are fucking through with me, it’s all too much. I think,” you cut off with a hiccup, “I think I broke down. Mentally, you know? Even if I hadn’t been abducted, I’d still feel bad for leaving how I did. It wasn’t right and it’s not what a mom does.” You hiccup again as you wipe away the stream of tears leaking from your eyes. 

“So, what happened?” Roy asks. You can tell he’s still distraught that you left your daughter alone, but you know he feels some relief knowing she was alone for only a minute or two. Doesn’t make it any better, though, you know that as much as anyone in the room.

“I went there and they didn’t show up.” You shrug nonchalantly, but the words kill you inside. You’ve officially been discarded. There’s no making up with them, no redeeming any sense of the relationship with either of them. Dead. That’s all they want. They want you dead. And then Bruce… You sigh, “I just wanted to give them a chance, just like you’ve both done with your parents. Didn’t matter, anyway. The guard must’ve worked for The Court because he punched me.” You motion to the bruise that’s undoubtedly adorning your face before continuing, “It was all a trap, though. I woke up in some underground lab, completely drugged off my ass.”

From here, you tell them everything: from Crane to Talon, the maze, the sticky-note and even your vision and the subsequent glass container that followed.

“You should’ve let us come with you,” Jason insists irritably. You can tell both of them are still processing everything, so you try not to take his reaction to heart. 

“What good would that have done?” you ask. “So we’d all get captured and experimented on? No,” you shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“But you’re injured,” Roy says like it explains everything. “You should’ve told us, at the very least, so we could keep an eye on you.”

“You really shouldn’t be out in public with this threat looming without us, especially not while you’re still recovering,” Jason agrees.

“Excuse me?” You can hardly believe what you’re hearing. “In case you’re both forgetting, I didn’t need your help.” You think back to your issue with them the other night and decide to bring it up. “And I don’t fucking need you guys to do the dirty work without me either,” you snap.

“We just don’t want to lose you again,” Roy cries out suddenly, urging you to understand their perspective. 

Regardless of all the facts, you’re still the love of their lives. You know they wouldn’t know what to do without you and you the same with them.

“It’s nothing to do with your abilities,” Jason adds sincerely.

“But it is,” you insist, “and you guys always say the same shit. How many times do I really need to prove myself before it gets through to your heads that I’m an asset, not a hindrance? You’re not doing me any favors by letting me tag along,” you say pointedly. “When are you guys going to realize that I’m doing this to put an end to what I started and that you two are just along for the ride.” You watch their faces for any tells, but both of them just appear to be taking in your words. Good, you need them to really fucking hear this. “You always tell me that I’m strong, but when are you guys actually going to realize that I am strong?” 

It’s quiet and you watch as they turn to each other, having a silent back and forth before finally turning back your way.

“You’re right,” Jason says as he joins the two of you on the bed. Your stomach flips, finally feeling heard. You’ve finally proven yourself. There’s zero doubt left in anyone’s mind of what you’re capable of after a stunt like this. “We love you a lot and it’s hard not to get possessive over you. We just want to keep you safe but it’s clear you don’t need us to protect you at all.”

“I’m sorry for hiding shit again,” you breathe. “This whole day was completely fucked on my part and it’ll fucking haunt me forever how I handled this shit.” It’s quiet for a moment as the three of you come to terms with the past six hours. You sigh, “Seems like we can have all the conversations we want about our contentions, but it’s putting in the actual work that’s the hardest part.”

Roy shuffles up against your side quickly. Regardless of everything, you know all he wants is to support you after everything you’ve just been through. “Of course it is, baby,” he murmurs as his hands trickle lightly up and down your arm. “We know it as much as anyone. I’m nowhere near perfect either and, as much as I love him, neither is Jay over there either.”

Though you feel his eyes on you, you can’t quite bring yourself to look over at him yet. It’s a complete cop-out. One that you know both of you are completely aware of, though it doesn’t stop you from avoiding his reaction any less.

“I’m just glad we’re all able to talk about it instead of those huge blow-ups like before,” you say, feeling vulnerable as you finally force yourself to meet Jason’s emerald gaze.

“Definitely on the right track,” Roy agrees with a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

The two of you both turn to Jason at the same time, who, in response, blushes and crosses his arms over his chest. He seems to catch the action and awkwardly uncrosses them, seemingly out of embarrassment. It’s really fucking cute. Instead of responding, he simply clears his throat. “You should rest,” Jason insists. “Whatever they poisoned you with will still probably working its way out of your system for another few hours.” 

With the info from Poison Ivy and the Cadmus scientist, coupled with your visions and the now-placed microwave emitter, you attempt to piece together the puzzle, but you’re still missing big chunks of the bigger scheme. 

Was Dr. Crane the other benefactor Grandmaster had been referring to in the meeting? What did the subway systems have to do with anything? And, what were the trials in the lab reports you’d found referencing?

There are still so many unanswered questions and time is clearly running out. April 1st is less than a week away, which barely leaves you enough time to prepare for a formidable attack that keeps looming closer and closer. With such doom eminent, you know you have to get as ahead of The Court as you can before April materializes.

After they’ve gone to sleep you get a text. 

Possible Spam: Balcony 

Without a word, you tiredly slip away from your sleeping lovers in hopes of answers. 

A/N: next chap, the puzzle finally comes together. chap 12 is the boss battle where everything changes AGAIN rip lmao and chap 13 is a wrap-up / an epilogue of sort

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