“What the hell do you mean?” Bruce raises his voice, eyes squinted at you.
You open your mouth, closing it less than a second later. You shift the weight from one leg to the other, nervously glancing at Bruce.
He takes a dangerous step towards you and you fight the urge to step back, forcing your body to stay in the same place. You can’t back down now, you must stay strong.
“I don’t think I’ve heard you right, babe. Care to repeat that again?”
Your heart thumps in your chest, your eyes starting to burn. You’re not good with confrontation, especially not with Bruce. He’s got an imposing way of making you feel small, almost insignificant.
“I-I only meant that-”
“Don’t even try.” he warns, cutting you off quickly, “Don’t pretend like you didn’t mean it. Do you really think you could make it without me? Without my support, my protection, my money?”
Bruce grits his teeth, bringing his hands to his hips as he glares at you.
Your pride crumbles to pieces, all of your extensive planning and hours of self-motivation gone into waste.
Why are you so weak when it comes to Bruce?
Bruce loudly exhales, a hand palming his face for a few moments as he calms down. Your eyes dart towards the door and then back to Bruce, maybe you should take the chance and leave.
Before you can actually take a step, Bruce’s hand grips your arm and you squeal in fear. He presses his lips together, looking about to lose his cool.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not until you get that you’re not leaving me, not now and not ever.” he snarls and you immediately bow your head, feeling the tears soaking your cheeks.
That doesn’t move Bruce for any compassion as he groans, his hands forcefully grabbing your face, pulling it upwards to face him.
“Listen to me. You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.” he repeats, frustration all over his voice. His eyes are fixed on your face, pure anger on his handsome features.
“Cause the only way you’re leaving me is in a bodybag.”
darling is a god from another world who just so happens to immigrate into the dc universe after a very long time of probably embodying... well, everything.
firstly having to live for love as a human, and then ending it all to fight for the beauty of life as god.
she is the reason for existence, from the big to the miniscule.
(so basically op goddess reader who has wayyyy too much power in their hands-- ex: nothing can kill them, nothing can put an end to them, etc--)
the least you could do is seal away her powers, but even that would truly not be enough because your only sealing away 0.000000000000001%. (i mean that 💀)
*cough* anyway... aside from goddess reader backstory, lets go to the inspiration <33
she's a mix of Madokami from Puella Magi, HoF Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact, and mostly of Ishtar Ashtart/Space Ishtar from Fate Grand Order <3
originally kind and lighthearted after becoming 'God', but as time passes and stars dimmed, she has become... well... neutral. not good, but DEFINITELY not bad. like this!
"let me help you :)" to "...From the dawn of creation. Man has come from the ground not by his hand but mine. go back to the land and return to dust."
...she has met the justice league before. because, who in their right minds would ignore the giant falling 'star' that came out of a very visible tear in the sky caused by said celestial body???
dramatically crashing down the surface like a meteorite, you lowkey may have destroyed a 'few' buildings... whoopsies :p
they are surprised. this... girl, no- alien, exudes endless quantity of power, leaking from every blurred pore. it also seems like they might be power themselves...
batman goes bazingas at the amount of destruction caused by your fall leading to an airheaded you getting towed to the JL headquarters and any sort of refusal or fighting back is unallowed. (even tho your more than capable of destroying anything AND everything you still oblige)
though cool as ice, you are so confused deep down. head tilted, vacant expression, the usual from the emotionally detached goddess albeit with a little change. 'what are these humans talking about?' you think, 'what threat?' you think again, unaware that you are the threat being spoken of.
the white slits of the vigilante's mask narrows at your disposition. everything about you seems... off. from your oppressing aura, to the... heavenly allure your blankness brings.
"more alien than the actual alien," a familiar scarlet speedster jokes, in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood. (he failed horribly btw) said alien rolls their eyes and sighs. though he has to admit, you lowkey look kind of cute... but he stops, remembering lois.
once you say your side of the story, they go all shocked pikachu faces again. your a god from another seperate world??? i mean dont get them wrong though, they had their fair share of situations like these, as some dc villains and heroes they know arent even from here originally. but they cant help but feel a bit different about you, something about you makes their soul writhe... and its not in a bad way.
so once B confirms your not a threat despite your extreme potential to act like one, everybody is relieved. you just need a littleeeeeee supervision, thats all :3
and oh look at that, your actually not that bad. your cold demeanor fades once they got to know you, and that void in your eyes is filled with a light comparable to the twilight star's soothing glow— pure, tranquil, and ever so mystifying.
every step you take, life seems to exist and flourish all around you. life heals around you. not only that, but also... them. the dead part of them actually, that died from complications now too complicated to be retold and remembered.
you fill the void they never knew they had, and all their aching scars were no longer painful but tolerable. bearable even, and its all because of you.
at this point, everybody knows how this all plays out. this ordinary tune, twisted into a fanatic's song.
their once innocent admiration has now spoiled into something darker, the more you stay in this world. holy eyes peeked at it, not at them but at the abyss that is their 'love.'
...you were starting to get aware. and a rarity occurred, you were... 'saddened'. for eternities you lived alone, and in an attempt to reconnect with that sliver of humanity you hid and kept, you went here to feel something again. and you did, and you were so successful.
too successful, in fact.
they loved you; so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo much. without you, they would die! :(
and that, in your eyes, is what makes you 'sad'. if your presence drives your beloved mortals to insanity's grip, then you must fly.
fly away from this despair, fly away from this madness.
your 'love' is your undoing, and ultimately also theirs.
their eyes widen as the sky is torn once again, and a familiar star flies back into it, meaning that you--- left. left? left. left? left... left.
something inside them breaks. both hearts any sense of rationality and morality left.
there is no reason to exist without you it seems, and they will do everything just to see you once more, even a second's glimpse.
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
...you can't help but feel something you havent felt for a very long time. what was it again, sadness? anxiety? fear? you dont know. the endless rows of your ivory silks flutter even in the slightest movement. something tugs at you, your mind and heart. something tugs at you, telling... that it is far from over.
they call for you, their cries drowned in obsession masquerading as love.
you never answer, as your supposed concern and care for them lessens and your patience dwindles. reality is cruel, but never crueler than you. and that's when you realized it.
...they make your skin crawl. they make you want to vomit. they make you want to scream and cry. they make your ichor run cold. and if they touch you again, you'll--
...huh. who would have thought that was how you truly felt, goddess.
yandere!Batman wanting to marry you (by which I mean: making you wear a ring, because he can't really drag you to a courthouse after having kidnapped you) and the ring he gives you is one that used to belong to his mother.
So of course the first thing you do is throw the ring out of the window, insult him, maybe make fun of the ring (indirectly insulting his mother) and tell him you'll never marry him.
Even if Bruce has been very patient and understanding with you before, I think that would be his breaking point. Have fun looking for that ring! Better hope it's not raining outside, because you won't be allowed back in the manor until you're wearing it on your ring finger and convincingly asking him to forgive (and marry you), otherwise you'll spend a lot of time out in the cold (and it's not like you can use your time outside as a chance to escape, there's no way you could make it over the fence surrounding the garden).
After that he'll make some changes to the ring, using his fancy tech to make sure you can never take it off again, obviously.
I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.
He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.
(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)
Imagining JST
Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader
Featuring - Rest of the Batboys
Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader
Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.
You were just so needy and particular.
“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.
He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.
“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”
Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”
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“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.
“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”
“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.
“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”
“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.
“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”
“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”
“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”
Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”
Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.
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“What are you doing?”
You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.
Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.
“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.
“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?
You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”
“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.
You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.
“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.
Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.
But they were picked up and thrown across the room.
Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.
Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.
“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.
“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.
Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.
He was going to get himself off.
It was what you owed him.
His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”
Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.
But Jason is Jason.
And Jason is selfish.
He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.
“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”
You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.
His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.
“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.
So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.
Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.
“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”
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YANDERE BATBOYS WITH A READER WHO HAS FICTIONAL CRUSHES
Honestly I wouldn't put it past them to explode with rage and jealousy and act like clingy petty children to you
Dick Grayson: If there's one thing he feels proud of in life is the amount of love he has for you. He feels like no one else can love you like him and he knows you better than you know yourself. Thr first time he finds out that you really like a fictional character was when you both were having a movie night with the other Titans as a day for rest and relaxation since you guys need some chill in life. The movie you guys were watching was Rapunzel and you really liked the movie. You told Dick that you've wanted to grow your hair as long as Rapunzel when you were a kid and he pretended not to know about it but in fact he already did know about it since this sneaky son of a bish here already read your diary that mentioned it. He feels like there should be no secrets between the two of you since you're destined to be with each other and you're soulmates and one person. He knew you liked Rapunzel which was why he made the suggestion of watching it that day but what he wasn't prepared for was when you suddenly said "Damn Flynn be looking good" and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. What exactly did you mean by that comment? Garfield turned to you and spoke "Wait don't tell me you have a crush on him?"as he grinned in amusement as you shrugged your shoulders and replied "Believe it or not he was one of my childhood crushes" and Dick felt his hand twitch with irritation. ONE of your childhood crushes? So that clearly meant that there were more and he was determined to find out who the bloody hell were these pathetic sneaky pests who dared to steal the heart of his lovely angel when it was clearly reserved for him
"How about we watch something else?"said Dick as his eye twitched with irritation but you didn't want to change the movie so he ended up tolerating the damn movie for the next 2 hours for the sake of your happiness. But he swears to get rid of that bloody movie and make you forget about that damned Flynn Ryder because the only man you should be thinking about is him
Jason Todd: He doesn't become delusional and descend down the rabbit hole of madness and chasm of obsession right off the bat yet. There's still time for him to become delusional as hell and it all started when he first met you as Red Hood when he was patrolling the streets around Gotham. It was really late at night and you were coming back from the public library after doing some research for your Physics paper in college that would count for at least 50 percent of your grade. You really needed to work hard and up your game since your Physics professor was a hardass and had no chill in life whatsoever and you didn't want to flunk out of the class. You'd just gotten a headache after studying so much and you were looking forward to relaxing after you went home. You kept walking when suddenly you stopped in the middle of the road to rub your head for a few minutes and your eyes since your vision was starting to get blurred but that was a huge mistake on your part because a car was moving with a really high speed and the driver was honking at you to get out of the way. You'd have been literal roadkill had it not been for the Red Hood himself who pulled you out of harm's way. "W-whats going on?"you mumbled as he chuckled and replied "You're so tired you didn't even realize your life was in danger" and he offered to drop you off home since it was evident that you couldn't be trusted in such a condition. He made sure you were safe in your bed and felt bad when he saw you with no one else in your house. Was that why you weren't taking care of yourself properly and not sleeping early? Jason made sure you went to sleep and he wrote a note for you that said 'Take better care of yourself darling' and placed it near your bed table. The next morning when you woke up you saw the note and you smiled, it felt nice to have someone care for you
You were hoping to meet the Red Hood again the next day evening and sure enough you were lucky since you did end up meeting him. "I have a box of muffins with me that I made. Would you like some? You know, a way of saying a thank you from my side for saving me yesterday" and he was stunned. After all these years of protecting and looking after Gotham you were the first person who actually thanked him for his deeds. He felt happy since a really long time as he accepted it and thanked you for it. The next day you met Jason at the library but not as Red Hood, as regular Jason though and you both bonded over the books there. He offered to help you with some stories you were working on and he was like your second pair of eyes offering you constructive feedback of your works and he loved reading every line and word you've written
The two of you bonded over a period of time and you decided to have a movie night one day after your college's term finished. You invited Jason over and you already had snacks and drinks ready. Jason was just glad you didn't invite any of your pesky little friends over he despised them from the bottom of his heart. To him they were nothing but corrupt leeches who wanted to ruin you while he was protecting you from all the negative and bad things in the world. You didn't need to know all the dark stuff happening around you, and you can also thank him for the cancelation of your newspaper subscription. Who needs the news anyway, it's filled with utter nonsense and garbage these days anyway according to him
You both watched some movies and then this show called Supernatural popped up on your recommended list so you both decided to watch that. Jason actually liked Dean Winchester he thought he was cool and he could actually relate to his problems in a way. At first when you started gushing about Dean Winchester he didn't seem to mind. It was just a little fictional crush but when you told him that you had all the merchandise of his and you even had a freaking body pillow of Dean that's when things took another turn. Jason couldn't help but feel jealous and he knows it's silly being jealous of a fictional character but he can't help it. As selfish as he is, he wants you to think of him, the only man you'll ever need in your life. When Jason sees your body pillow of Dean Winchester his hand twitched with irritation and made a mental note to burn it to ash when you weren't noticing. He doesn't like it when you ignore him for your fictional characters, just pay him some attention as well and you're good to go but if you keep gushing about those fictional crushes of yours he might have to step in and when he does you'll have to say goodbye to your movie watching marathons
Tim Drake: I can imagine Tim actually vibing with you and your fictional characters that you're so fond of especially if they're anime characters. He really loves anime. You guys met online on Discord in an anime server when some random bozo was saying stuff like how Eren Yeager sucked in season 4 but you had a different take to that opinion and when you put forth your opinion you revived some major hate and backlash from that person calling you a dumb person and a bunch of other nasty names that made you feel pissed off. Fortunately for you, someone came to your defense and that someone was none other than Tim Drake himself. He called him out for behaving like a douchebag and basically started an internet flame war with that person. Then you thanked him for sticking up for you and you both chatted with each other for a while at a private chat room till you had to get going but you felt happy that you'd gained a new online friend. You both chatted with each other for a few weeks and you were ecstatic when you'd learnt that he went to the same school as you, Gotham academy and you were determined to meet him so you arranged for the two of you to meet at the music room of Gotham Academy too which he'd agreed
Truth was, Tim already knew who you were right off the bat without your knowledge. There's a reason he's called a whiz with technology you know. He was just keeping his identity anonymous to humor you and wanted to see your reaction when the guy sitting right next to you during your Advanced Calculus class was your online friend. You waited for your online friend to show up and sure enough he did and it was none other than Tim himself. Your eyes widened with surprise and you spoke "Tim, I can't believe you're the one I was talking to this whole time, this is amazing" you smiled and he felt glad you saw this as a positive scenario. The two of you had your lunch together and started spending more time with each other in person. The thing about Tim is that when he falls in love with someone, he falls in love really fast and hard. He loves someone with a lot of intensity and passion, words nor numbers couldn't describe the feelings he felt for you. He was also someone who believed in love at first sight and when he found out that you were his online friend from Discord he was extremely thrilled and his joy knew no bounds. Of course he had to keep you a secret from his brothers since they'd tease him and they'd try to flirt with you and steal you away from him which is something he doesn't want happening at all
He's so used to being the replacement in his life but for once he wanted to be selfish and have you for himself. He was growing obsessive over you and his affection for you might be deemed as suffocating for other people but you failed to notice the red flags in his behavior like him being clingy to you when you talked to someone else and when you you him about the guy who flirted with you during your biology lecture he got suspended for the possession of drugs that Tim may or may not have planted in his locker and anonymously tipped off a teacher. He was just trying to keep you safe in this dark and cruel world, and he should know how bad the world is because he's Red Robin
Your exams were done and you'd decided to have an anime marathon with him and he invited you over to the Wayne manor. Of course Dick, Jason and Damian were cocky when you'd shown up and started flirting with you just to tease and rile up Tim because watching him getting riled up was the amusement of the century according to them. Tim's face grew red and he 'accidentally' spilled some water on Dick and Jason as he stepped on Damian's foot and he dragged you inside to his room and shut the door. He could hear them snickering to themselves as Jason howled "Use protection" as he just rolled his eyes and you looked confused. "They're immature jerks, so should we get started?'' and you nodded as you watched animes like My hero academia, Haikyuu, Demon slayer, Bungou Stray dogs and many more. You wanted to watch Kakegurui as well but Tim didn't want you to taint your innocence and it was filled with some not so wholesome content according to him that wasn't suitable for your delicate eyes
You had some favorite characters from different Fandoms and the character you were really fond of was Daisuke Kanbe from the anime Millionaire detective balance unlimited. Tim could get why you liked Daisuke a lot and he vibes with your choice too. He will however get a tad bit jealous that you're not paying attention to him and he'll do something or the other to interrupt your anime fest and make sure you pay attention to him. Other than that he's actually pretty chill with you crushing over animme characters but like every other possessive yandere dude he will have to curb it and make you forget about your anime crushes if it gets too out of hand. He doesn't want to lose you to some Pixelated non existant 2D picture on a screen
BONUS: Damian Wayne: Oh boy, I can say for sure he won't be too happy about this whole ordeal of you simping for non existant Pixelated fiends according to him when you have THE heir of the Wayne family and the Al Ghul heir himself. It's been a few months since he's kidnapped you and taken you for himself and he had to do it you know. The first time he met you was when you were about to climb a huge rock ready to dive in because a puppy was drowning. As much as he was touched with your love and concern for animals he couldn't let you just endanger your life like that which was why he had to step in and do something before you'd ended up getting hurt. Damian raced to where you were about to jump and pulled you back in time and before you could say a word he dove in and rescued the puppy. The poor puppy had a bleeding paw and you let a soft gasp of despair when you saw its bleeding paw
You really loved animals and that sight just broke your heart. "I have a feeling someone must have done this to the poor thing, why else would a puppy intentionally go to the middle of the river if it doesn't know how to swim?" you asked Damian as you snuggled the little thing against you, the puppy grateful for the warmth it was receiving from you. "Take care of it and yourself too, I hope you don't do something as reckless as that ever again" said Damian with a serious note but you looked at him indignantly and replied "The poor thing would have drowned had I been a second late. Besides I know how to swim" you grumped a bit and Damian found it to be endearing and the two of you exchanged numbers and parted ways after that exchange took place. That night he wasn't able to forget about you and he made sure to visit the same place next day to make sure you and the puppy were doing all right. He didn't even know why he was so concerned about someone he just met but seeing you do something as reckless as that made him want to protect you and just wrap you with his arms so you couldn't endanger yourself. What were you making him feel?
Sure enough the next day Damian saw you and the puppy and he was glad to see it doing okay. The both of you spent some time together and you liked spending time with him. Though he had a stoic expression most of the times you could tell deep down he cared for other people. He took you to a Cafe where you both ordered something and you went to see Titus his dog. Titus seemed to take a liking to you immediately and the puppy too. Titus kept wandering near your legs and Damian thought it was adorable when he tried to place his paws up on you as if he was asking you to lift him up like a child. The puppy was a bit shy around him but Titus didn't seem to mind
Soon it was time for you to go home and Damian didn't want you to leave. He wanted you to stay with him and with a heavy heart he had to bid farewell to you. However it didn't mean that his mind and heart rested though, Gotham was a dangerous place and in the little time he's known you he's already taken a liking to you which meant that he's appointed himself as your guardian and protector to keep you safe from this twisted world and so day by day he kept stalking you and kept an eye on you to make sure you were all right
Finally he reached a point where his obsession could no longer be contained and he needed you like a dying man needing air so he kidnapped you and took you for himself. Does he regret it? Not an inch because the way he sees it is that you both are destined to be together forever. He felt his heart break when he saw you crying your heart out, begging him to please take you back and even after he bought you your puppy for company you still avoided him like the Corona virus. However you just started opening up to him recently and that was something he felt immensely thankful for. You finally saw that he loved you with all his heart and he wouldn't harm you and besides you were tired of being alone all the time
Currently the two of you were watching some shows together and you decided to watch Austin and Ally after you'd insisted. You loved Austin and Ally since you were a kid it brought back so many memories and when you accidentally let the fact slip that Austin used to be your childhood crush Damian felt like someone had knocked the wind out of his chest. Just what EXACTLY did you see in that immature blonde haired Walmart Ken ripoff he didn't know but he needed to make sure you'd forget about this Austin fellow effective immediately. Damian doesn't care if he's being petty, he doesn't want your heart getting stolen by someone else. Your heart is reserved only for him and he'll have various tactics to make you forget about Austin. He'll either make sure you watch something else that's different or when you try to see Austin and Ally he'll just start bragging and boasting about how much better he is than him and pin point and nit pick EVERYTHING wrong with Austin. Like mentioned before no man can steal your heart as long as he's with you
fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library
featuring conner kent x dick’s girl!reader ( f! )
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning this is a dark fic. sex pollen. choking/violence against reader. noncon. oral and fingering ( f!receiving ). size kink/belly bulge. degradation. friends to (forced) lovers.
summary you’re locked in a room with the strongest superhuman you know, and he was just dosed with something that made him murderous.
word count 6.5k / one shot
attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. i officially hate writing fight choreography lol
“Re— co—?”
you frown; Dick’s voice was robotic and choppy in your ear. you tap the earpiece.
“Dick?”
Conner was walking behind you, watching your back. you appreciated that. not that you were necessarily scared in this moment, shining your flashlight over the damp, concrete walls of the tunnel as you trudged deeper beneath the city, but it was nice to know you had a brute at your six; anyone who tried to ambush would be met with your super guard dog. “The concrete must be screwing with the signal.” he observes.
“Yeah,” you hum, the beam from the flashlight dancing over the walls. “I don’t like it.” interrupted comms meant twice the risk, if something were to go wrong.
“Do you wanna go back?” Conner muses from behind you and you turn to face him for a moment, pondering his inquiry, his eyes coruscating in the dark. trying to see through the walls. you could tell by the way his dark brows furrowed that it was unsuccessful. he looks back at you with a tight jaw.
you point the light towards the ground, where your boots are planted. “Seeing anything?” but he shakes his head.
“Must be reinforced somehow.”
you hum, perplexed, looking at the worn concrete structure around you. bits were crumbling off, but not nearly enough to see what was planted behind it. “Which means there’s probably something down here worth taking extra care in hiding.”
“So, we keep going?” Conner was impatient, waiting for your answer, kicking at chips of rock by his sneaker. if he had been paired with anyone else on this mission, you were almost certain he wouldn’t have paused to get a second opinion. he had a tendency to do what he wanted, and blow off authority. with you, it was a bit different. not that you could ever truly leash him, but he seemed to respect your input. maybe that’s why Dick was so fond of saddling you with him; you were the only one that could make him see reason if he needed a dose.
in this moment, however, you were torn.
i don’t want you two down there with no backup. Dick’s voice was still ripe in your mind. you had been suiting up when he found you, and crossed his arms over his chest. you absolutely hated when he looked at you down the slant of his nose. so what if he had several inches on you, towering like a beacon of authority, you’d been in the game nearly as long as he. if i can’t reach you on comms, i want you to shut it down. you’d laughed at that, ‘So now leashing a super-charged Doberman to me isn’t enough for you? You’re gonna tell me how to do my job?’ it was lighthearted, but Dick wasn’t laughing, so you’d swept over to him and hooked your arms around his neck. ‘You said it yourself, as long as Conner’s there, we’re practically untouchable.’ he’d narrowed his eyes at that, but grabbed your waist. i’m serious. if you can’t radio in, i want you to pull back.
now that you were here, it didn’t seem fair. you’d made it all the way down here, and the two of you were almost certain there was something just a bit deeper. something the team couldn’t afford to ignore. how could he expect you, of all people, to turn around when you were so close? he sure as shit wouldn’t have.
but, he’d also given you an order.
you chew on the fleshy inside of your cheek, gripping the flashlight tighter. “Dick will kill us both.” you offer, but your lips are turning into an uncertain simper. his follow.
Conner puffs out his chest, indignant, and his large hand makes a fist that meets yours in the space between the two of you, with a muffled thud. side by side, his fist is at least twice the size of yours. it made you feel better, for some reason. “Let’s go.”
minutes felt like hours, punctuated by the steady pattering of your feet and his. dragging moments filled with darkness, the flashlight swinging back and forth or throwing dancing light over the walls to look for any opening. nothing but static in your ear.
“Re—on— tee— copy?”
you pause, a twinge of relief nipping at you. a full word. you picked up a full word.
“God—ammit, do you copy?!” Dick’s voice was strained through static.
“Dick!” you cry, holding your first two fingers on the earpiece. “Yes, we’re here!”
“What the hell happened?” you could hardly make it out, but the frustration in his tone came through crystal clear. you take a step forward, testing the connection. it goes out completely. then you take another step, and the static returns. “— out of there.” another step. “— gave you an order.”
Conner has shuffled up to stand at your side, leaning close to hear through the speaker, but his nose scrunches at the mere mention of orders.
“Dick—“ you frown, trying to talk over the static. it was clearer, but not enough, “we were just—“
“Ge— ack—- base—“
you sigh in defeat. “Fine.” but just as you were turning to stare down the dark tube you’ve been walking for what had to be miles, you feel Conner’s elbow dig into your ribs.
“Wait.”
you huff, shaking your head. “Dick’s right, we need to get back—“ but Conner has snatched the flashlight from your hand. “Conner!”
“It opens up ahead.” he replies, aiming the beam at what appeared to be an open doorway. “Looks like a room.”
you stare at the darkened archway, then look to Conner, who was a few steps ahead of you, his body angled towards it.
the static roars in your ear. “—ack to b—s.”
but your gaze drifts back to the doorway. it lingers. the beam from the lamp caught glinting metal, but you couldn’t make out exactly what it was from this distance.
“We already came this far,” Conner argued, “and what we’re looking for could be just up there. You don’t want to turn back.”
he was right. and you shook your head.
“Good, so let’s go see what they’re hiding.”
you followed him this time, and the static in your ear cleared into Dick barking your name. “We found something…” you mutter, more to Dick than Conner, who was waving the light around.
Dick pauses. “What?”
“Some kind of…” you look to your left, and then to your right. metal tools laid out atop a metal tray on wheels. “Abandoned lab.”
“No, not abandoned,” Conner chimes, picking up one of the tools, “no rust. Not even a cobweb. Everything is way too new to be abandoned.”
you purse your lips. “So… they heard us coming and ran?”
“Maybe…” he points the flashlight along the back wall, “but there’s only one way in and out. We would’ve seen them, right?”
Dick was listening over the line, before his voice comes in, eerily clear. “What all do you see? Look around and tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.” Conner was already walking towards you with the flashlight, but you had found a dinky string hanging from the ceiling, and fluorescent lighting floods the room with one, smooth tug.
the room around you seemed to be plucked from a mad scientist movie set, and fit awkwardly in the dilapidated tunnels you were just traipsing moments before. “An exam table,” you answer, walking over to it. you press the toe of your boot against the leg of the table and it doesn’t budge, “bolted to the ground.” your fingers jingle the chains wrapped around it. “Restraints. Tough ones.”
“Scalpel… drill… saw…” Conner was naming off each surgical instrument he picked up, and then sat back down, more to himself, but you knew Dick could hear, too.
you turn, allowing your gaze to follow the cables up the sides of the concrete walls. there’s a security camera angled in one corner, capturing the entire space. “CCTV.” you squint, watching a blinking red light. “Someone’s watching us.”
“There’s a vent over here.” Conner said, even as he was climbing to reach for it. you took one look and knew he couldn’t fit into the space, but you might be able to.
“That it?” Dick asked, but you’d stopped, eyes landing on two syringes, meticulously placed on an otherwise suspiciously empty tray. your name rings out in your ear. “What’s wrong?”
“Two needles.”
“Do you know what’s in them?”
“This one is strange,” you frown, staring at the string. the substance inside was vivid violet. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“What’s in the other one?”
“Kryptonite.” Conner was silent, now, standing a few paces behind you, peeking around your frame, but he didn’t get too close. “A lot of it. Enough to…” you trail off, neither of them needed the final two words, and you’d come to a gut-wrenching realization. “It’s a trap. For him.” a mechanical whirring from behind the walls spurs your feet to move, and you whirl around to face Conner. “The doorway, now!”
meanwhile, Dick is shouting, “Get out of there!” in your ear.
Conner was much faster than you, moving in a blur, but not fast enough. a door comes slicing through the archway from the ceiling to seal the two of you inside, just as Conner’s right shoulder collides with the concrete. the room quivers upon impact, and you fall against it, too, with a frustrated grunt. “Shit!” you look up to the ceiling, and take a step back. “We’re locked in.”
“Conner,” Dick was well aware he could hear through your earpiece, even with you standing eight feet away, “Break through the wall.”
“The hell do you think I’m working on?” Conner snarls, hurling all of his weight into the door again. chips of concrete crumble over his shoulders and start to pile at his feet. another body slam, and a chunk falls out and clatters to the floor. “Dammit—“ he hisses through grit teeth, balling up his massive fist and banging on the wall. it quakes and cracks beneath the force, but on the other side, is shiny silver, not even dented. you can see your own reflection, and Conner’s, the more he rips through the concrete.
“He can’t.” you mumble, trying not to panic. but it was damn scary. there weren't too many materials that Conner couldn’t tear in half like a phonebook. “He can’t get through.” you were telling Dick over the endless grunting and heaving as Conner threw himself against the wall. there was a miniature mountain of rubble at his feet, but the silvery sheet wasn’t budging.
you heard Dick swear under his breath, and you looked towards the camera again. “They didn’t hear us coming and run,” you pieced together, “they were never here to begin with. They’ve been waiting for us to find this place.” but why? Superboy has resorted to pummeling the wall with both fists, and the sound of smashing concrete coupled with his cursing was driving you mad as you paced, your eyes flickering up towards the vent. he wouldn’t fit, there’s no way. Dick was spouting command after command in your ear, and your brain felt like it was drowning. “I could probably get through the vent,” you say after a few moments, “if I could… I could find a way to open it from the other side.”
“Good enough plan as any,” Dick sighs, and you know he’s pissed. he’s regretting sending you out with Conner, and you’d probably hear all about it by the time you got back to base. “Knock out the camera, first.” you nod, though you know he can’t see you, and grasp a sizable chunk of concrete from Conner’s wake, hurling it at the camera. it crackles, the lens shattering against the wall before it hangs in a heap of broken metal and cords.
“Conner, I need you to open the vent.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, but he was still glaring at the wall as he stepped away from it. it must’ve really gotten under his skin that he couldn’t break it down, because even as he hovers several feet in the air and pries the cover from the vent, he was still staring at the silver sheet. screws clatter on the floor before you approach, craning your neck to look up at him. he drops the cover and offers his hand, which you take, and he’s hauling you into the air in a matter of seconds without a single sign of exertion. “Ready?” he asks, and you nod.
“Yeah, when I’m inside, I’ll find a way— do you hear that?” you blink, confused. there’s a low hiss, like air being slowly pushed from a balloon. “What is that?”
Conner frowns, too, turning back to face the vent, where his brows knit together. “What… the hell…” a gust of azure fog engulfs him, and he chokes, releasing your hand. you tumble the few feet to the ground, hitting your hip against the solid ground with a low groan. your hand snaps up over your mouth and nose, staying low.
“What’s going on?” Dick demands over the radio, most likely spurred by Conner’s gagging, but you can’t answer him for several seconds. not until the smoke dissipates. “Talk to me!” he was pleading.
you wave your hand in front of your face, a vile aroma left in the air. it smelled like rotting milk. you could see Conner slowly lowering to the ground, and assumed he was okay. you pull yourself to your feet. “Some seriously foul fumes coming from the vent,” you answer Dick finally, glancing back up at the vent, suddenly unsure if you should chance it. “It was probably booby trapped.”
“Are you both okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine.” you turn back, to find Conner standing behind you, hands in tight fists at his sides, shoulders hunched. eyes ablaze. you frown, puzzled. “Conner?”
you have only a fraction of a second to respond when his fist cuts through the air, and you stumble back with a hapless yelp. his other fist is hurdling towards you now, and you dodge that one, too, but you hadn’t expected his shoe digging into your sternum as it makes contact, and sends you flying across the room. tumbling into one of the trays, you roll off of it, and metal tools rain down around you. “Okay,” you huff, your ribs hurting, “something’s wrong. Conner’s been…compromised.”
“Don’t say that.”
“And now I think he wants to kill me.”
“Please don’t say that.”
but Conner was stomping towards you, and you force yourself to your feet, gathering a handful of the sharpest tools you could find. you fling them, all at once, only to see him swat them away as flippantly as he might a bothersome mosquito. “Conner,” you start, firm, “don’t make me fight you.” it was mostly a plea. for, as skilled as you were, you knew you stood a very small, pathetic excuse for a chance against a Kryptonian Superclone. but he advances, still, and you grab the upturned, empty cart, and launch it at him. he doesn’t even flinch when it bounces off of him, but you’re already scrambling over the exam table, unraveling the chain. you wrap it once around your fist, tripping over rubble as you try to put as much distance between you and him as possible. crimson beams burn through the table and leave a hideous, black trail along the concrete as he decimates floor and wall alike, chasing you. the heat from the rays nearly burns your skin even as you roll out of the way.
“You can’t fight him!” Dick was exclaiming, frustrated.
you laugh, weak and bitter, “Geez, babe, thanks so much for the vote of confidence.” Conner was heaving a terminal over his head, chucking it in your direction, but you fall back in time to miss the monitor, and hear it shatter against the wall behind you. Conner is on you in a second, his fists like thousand pound hammers that you’re only able to narrowly avoid, the wind from them whipping your hair about your face. the final punch was unavoidable, but you grasp on to his wrist instead, trying to force it up and angle it away from you. he switches gears, his fist opening to clamp around your throat. “C— Conner—“ you croak, feet kicking as you’re suspended, his grip tightening. “It’s— me!” there’s a slight wavering of his snarl, and his grip loosens for a fraction of a second. long enough for you to press your feet into his abdomen and climb him, jamming the heel of your boot into his jaw and forcing him to release you. you fall to one knee, and grasp the singed exam table to pull yourself up.
“He’s not going to stop,” Dick muttered, “that’s why they set the trap. So he could kill one of us.”
“No,” your eyes were trained on the table top where the syringes lay. “The syringes. This is a game to them, and Conner’s their pawn.”
“The Kryptonite.” Dick’s voice was low. “How much—“
“Too much.” you snapped, cracking the chain like a whip to deflect an oncoming attack. “It would kill him, Dick. I know it.”
“And we have no idea what the other shit does.”
“But they want me to choose one or the other.”
you chance a glance at that peculiar purple syringe. if the Kryptonite would kill him, certainly the mystery substance wouldn’t. why would they even bother if that was the only goal? it didn’t make sense, and you were missing something. your attention is snapped back to your opponent when he grabs the end of the chain mid air. you should’ve dropped it, but you hadn’t the seconds needed to unwrap it from your fist before he was yanking you forward with it, pulling you in to meet his assault. instead, you thought you’d counter, and brought your knee up, ready to kick him square in the chest, but his other hand snagged your ankle. shit.
Conner launches you several feet in the air once more, and when you come crash landing to the floor, you collide into the table. it topples over on top of you, and the syringes hit the floor beside you. your head bounces once against the concrete floor like a deflated basketball, and the earpiece— the only thing connecting you to Dick and the others, clicks as it hits the floor. there’s a dull hum as Dick frantically calls for you over the radio. the breath knocked forcefully from your lungs, your back aching, you want to give up. Dick was absolutely right. you couldn’t fight Superboy and win. and if you kept this up, he would no doubt break every bone in your body. you needed to subdue him.
you look from the Kryptonite to the mystery substance, and back again. the prior was much too dangerous. and you weren’t keen on killing your friends. but the latter could be anything. whose to say it wouldn’t intensify his newfound murderous agenda?
you felt the chain around your wrist tighten; Conner had snatched it up again, and was pulling on it, reeling you to him like a fish on a hook. you don’t have time to consider much, just that killing Conner wasn’t an option, and you grasp the purple syringe tight in your other fist. being dragged across the floor, over bits of shattered glass and rubbled concrete was a most unpleasant experience, but you hadn’t the energy left to fight him off. you work to unravel the chain from your sore wrist when you finally stop, but two, powerful fists are quick to wrap around your throat again and heave you up into the air. your back slams into the wall with a deafening crack. your feet kicking in the air, toes just barely grazing his knees. “Conn— Conner—“ you croak, grasping on to his wrists again. you tried to stare into his ocean eyes, but found your vision blurring, tripling. he was squeezing so tight, your neck would break soon. you tried to suck in breath, but choked instead, “this— better not— kill you.”
for a moment, Conner looks confused. his head cocks to one side, and his brows arch, but you give him no time to react, jabbing the hollowed tip of the needle into the side of his neck. you half expected it to break against his skin, but it pierces through, and you push down with your thumb. the violet liquid disappears a little at a time as Conner wails. his grip loosens and you slip free, crumbling on the floor in an exhausted heap, breathing ragged. your lungs inflate, painfully, as if they are for the first time, reaching up with one hand to rub your throat. it was bruising already, you could tell. he’d almost killed you. your friend had almost killed you.
with your eyes watering, you peer up at him in time for him to pull the syringe free with a grunt and hurl it to the floor. his stoic features were still fixed in fury, and for a moment, you were convinced the dose had done nothing at all. your heart was sinking into the pit of your stomach, “C’mon big guy,” you pleaded through labored breathing, scrambling backwards. but he didn’t follow you at first. he just stood there, eyes fixed on your frame. “You don’t want to hurt me anymore, right? Starting to feel more like yourself again?” it was a hopeful question, but he still wasn’t looking at you like himself. his eyes were dragging over every inch of you, from boots to the torn fabric on your thighs, and up to your breasts heaving as your chest rose and fell. his fists were tight. so tight that his knuckles were turning alabaster. then, finally, his eyes met yours. your heart stuttered in your chest. you knew that look, but you’d never seen it on him. you never thought you would see it on him. your name leaves his mouth, thick and husky, and you swallowed hard around the lump in your throat.
“Fuck.”
you roll over on to your knees, clambering towards the earpiece. your body is on the brink of giving out, exhausted from the ferocity of the fight, but you had to try, no matter how awkward you moved. you weren’t exactly sure what you would tell Dick when you reached it. ‘Oops, I think I made it worse.’ was in the forefront of your mind, but could you explain to your boyfriend the way your teammate was looking you over, like he was a depraved animal? could you really fix your mouth to say the words? he looks like you do when you’re inside of me.
as luck (good or bad) would have it, you never got the chance. that humongous fist wraps around your ankle and pulls you back, before his knees hit the ground hard enough to sound like a drum behind you. “Don’t run from me.” he barks. trading his grip on your ankle for both on your hips, he jerks them up towards him, forcing your back to arch and your knees to dig into the concrete. you let out a protesting whine, but he’s already shredding your stealth suit as he forces it down your legs. “It’s a waste of time.” his words are masked in a deep breath. inhaling your scent once your sex is completely exposed, “And I’m sick of wasting precious moments I could be ruining this pussy.”
you grind your teeth, squirming. his words are like pure electricity, sparking and buzzing deep within you. you didn’t want to like it, but you were wet, anyways. “Conner,” you reach behind you, trying to push him away, “this isn’t like you—“
“You’re right,” he growls in response, leaning in to drag his countenance along your cunt. you realize you can’t push him off from this angle, so you reach both of your arms forward, trying to grip something, anything, to pull you away, but his grip on your hips kept them cemented in place, “but I can’t fucking think straight. I can hear your heart beating, I can smell every pheromone coming from you, my body is screaming for yours and I can’t fucking stand it.” your breath escapes your open mouth in a wheeze when he licks a fat stripe under your folds, teasing your opening. “I need this. I need you. If you’re not willing to help me, then I’ll take what I need.”
“I’m— I want to help you, Conner,” you were pleading, pushing your palms into the concrete to try and crawl away, “but this isn’t the way. Dick can help us fix you, we just have to get out of here!”
but Conner was way past listening. with a primal grunt, he buries his hand in your hair, pushing your head back down against the ground. “Stay. Down.” he hisses, panting hot air on your core. “I can’t wait for Dick Grayson. I don’t need his help, I’m helping myself.” his tongue encircles your clit, that throbs from the attention. he seals his lips around it and suckles furiously, until you’re covering your mouth with one hand to stifle a vulgar mewl. you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, think that you liked it, but you couldn’t keep your thighs from quivering. you couldn’t keep your eyelids from fluttering, especially when his other hand released your hip to push his middle finger into your spasming hole. ready to welcome him, your walls flutter about the intruder. he moans at the sensation, nuzzling into you as close as he could. the bridge of his nose grinds against your sensitive button and you can’t help but wriggle. “Fuck,” he slurs, mouth open and lapping at your wetness, knuckle deep and pumping quick, “you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
you loathe yourself for getting even wetter hearing the desperation in his voice. you two were friends, and this was very, very wrong. still, his finger was hitting all the right spots, beckoning for you to cum on it with cheeky curling, and he wouldn’t let up on your clit: sucking, teasing with his teeth, slurping on you. you press your palm tighter against your mouth, but it wasn’t muffling your noises enough. “Feels good, right?” he asks, and you could tell he was smirking by the way his lips stretched, smashed against your flesh. his ring finger joins its sibling, and you whine in hapless submission. his fingers are so much thicker than Dick’s, just the two of them stuffed inside you and you already feel full. couple the stretching with his nearly mechanic rhythm, and the room around you is spinning. you don’t want to be as close to orgasm as you are, but you can feel it coming, and you can’t stop it. your toes curl in your boots, muscles going taut. you try to keep it in, fight back the pleasure, but he notices. “Don’t even think about holding out on me,” Conner snarls, tightening his vice on your roots, smearing your face into the ground, “I need to feel you cum. I need to taste it. If you want to play hard to get, I swear I will break you with my cock, and fuck you within an inch of your fragile life.”
you didn’t want to test the theory, nor did you think that you could even if you wanted to. your climax was a tidal wave, ready to crash and sweep you away, whether you were ready for it or not. a mild, “No…” that was directed to yourself falls from your lips. don’t enjoy this. you can’t. but, it felt so damn good.
Conner groans when you come unraveled, burying his face in your slick with his tongue working overtime, flicking your clitoris back and forth, swiping over it, everything he can do to intensify your climax until you’re shivering, panting, and spent, with both of his digits deep inside. “More.” Conner growls, “I want more.”
more? what more could you give? the statement seemed ridiculous— he’d dismantled you already, leaving your muscles too exhausted to move, your body his to do with what he wanted. “I can’t…” you mumble, but he’s already pulling what’s left of your tattered suit from your body. you’re tossed about for a moment as he strips you, but then you fall back on to your belly and stay there, while you watch him undress himself through bleary eyes.
“You don’t have to.” he snaps, his clothes in a puddle of fabric beside you. “I’m going to do the work for you.” his cock springs free, hard and throbbing and pointed towards his bellybutton, and you feel yourself clench on air. part of you wanted him inside of you, to tear right through you, but the other part— the reasonable one, was not only apprehensive at the sheer size of the titan’s manhood, but the fact that this was still so wrong. no amount of euphoria would mask the infidelity, the guilt of betraying Dick, even if you couldn’t stop this from happening. and the worst part was? you knew you would never tell him about it. Conner was only a passenger; the drug, whatever it may be, was in control of his body, and that wasn’t his fault.
when he reaches for you, you squirm, a feeble attempt at another crawl towards the receiver, but his fingers curl underneath your chin, taking you from behind by the throat and pulling you to your feet. you were limp, sagging forward, but he didn’t even mind. with one hand around your neck, he kept you steady enough, toes dragging the floor, to guide the tip of his cock to its destination. “Look at you,” he whispers in your ear, “so fucking weak, you can’t even stand up on your own. Don’t even try to fight, just take it.”
his other hand hooks underneath your thigh, lifting it as he draws you back into his thrust, and a helpless moan seeps from your lips. his fit is snug, almost too snug. you need time to adjust, but he’s not so keen on giving it to you. he’s much too… depraved to ease you into a soft, passionate fucking. instead, his hips snap forward as he drags you back and forth, using you the same way you could imagine he used his own fist when he was alone. “Take it,” he was grunting, over and over, until those two words were the only things on your mind. two syllables burned into your psyche. take it. take it. take it. even your own whimpering waned in comparison to his snorting in your ear.
the hand around your throat falls, instead, to catch your dangling leg at the thigh and lift it into the air, using the leverage to bounce your body, impaled and levitating. your head feels like a fishbowl full of jelly, and it lolls back against his chest, rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of his breathing. indescript sounds fall from your parted couplet, and your eyes are heavily lidded as you try to look up at him. you catch sight of the sharpness of his jaw, drawn right as he grits his teeth, his clear eyes shrouded in darkness, pupils dilated more than you ever thought possible. his face is red, sweat raining down on you. you feel so damn small, looking up at this giant, feeling every thick inch he’s forcing you to accommodate, suspended in the air.
Conner looks down at you, and his grimace twists into a tense smirk. he must’ve felt like a god right now.
“I always admired your strength,” he murmurs through jagged breath, but it was hard to focus on his words when he was jackhammering into you so hard that his balls were swinging to spank your clit, “now I feel fucking foolish, seeing how easily you submit. You’re not a warrior at all— you’re nothing but a fucking whore, made to be used just like this, and you fucking love it, don’t you?” you wanted to argue, tell him that was the drugs talking, but in this moment, he made a good point. would a real fighter still be resisting? could they? you couldn’t even form sentences, and you felt like his cock was going to tear you in half, and instead of trying to get away, you were just slumped back against the menace terrorizing your body. using it. you try to shake your head, but he laughs at you. it wasn’t Conner’s usual laugh. that’s what you kept repeating. he doesn’t laugh that wicked. it wasn’t him. he wasn’t in control. “You’re a damn liar,” he snarls, his massive hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs hard enough to elicit and whimper. they would be sore for a while. your whole body would. “If you didn’t love the feeling of my cock destroying your little body, you wouldn’t be so dickdrunk. You wouldn’t be clenching around me like you just found your life’s purpose, and it’s being impaled on my dick. Would you?” you can’t answer, and that coaxes another husky chuckle.
“Maybe you should take a look,” he grunts, allowing his arms to glide with ease up your torso. his elbows force your legs up and spread further, and his fingers lock behind your head, pushing it down. you’ve no choice but to stare at your belly as it distends, the shape of his cock bulging out from the inside when he bottoms out. your head spins, locked in his vice, you can see your own cum dripping from your cunt. you couldn’t help it, but it was still humiliating. “Watch me fuck that little pussy. See how good you take me? Fuck, what’s Grayson always say about you? ‘Tiny, but mighty’? I’ll fucking say so. You’re taking every fucking inch.” you babble, a mix of pleas and his name broken into pathetic syllables as he drives himself up into you. “Attagirl— I might just snap you in two if I pound any harder, huh?” his words are muffled, distorted, as he bites on his lip. you force yourself to nod. you doubted he would show you any mercy, but your body was at its limit.
“C—Conn— Conner!“ your eyes, even glazed, were focused on watching his shaft slide into you, form a thick lump in your belly, and then back out. if you had another orgasm, you’d had three more. the pleasure seemed to run in tandem with your exhaustion. you wanted to beg him to stop, or at least slow down, but his name is the only word you can form.
“Keep screaming my name just like that,” he moans, slobbering over your neck where he sucks and bites, “it’s gonna make me cum!”
you could’ve told him to pull out, but what was the point? he would do what he wanted, and you had absolutely no say. with his hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin, he howls, rutting deep, any rhythm he had before dissipated into fervent fucking, the primal need to be as deep as he could, before he erupts.
and just like that, he drops you.
hitting the floor had become a feeling you were, unfortunately, used to, so you only groan, rolling on to your back. you could feel his cum leaking out of your abused body, and you sucked in a few, heavy breaths.
Conner, on the other hand, has fallen to his knees, panting, growling, his fingers digging into the concrete with his eyes closed. “What… the hell…” he mumbles, “what… did I do?”
Conner was back. the real Conner.
good to know the dose was only temporary.
still, you didn’t know what to say, nothing that came to mind would do much to make him feel better. he finally convinces himself to look up, to look at you. you must’ve looked exactly how you felt, spent, bruised, naked and oozing him, because he let out a furious scoff at himself and pounds his massive fists against the ground, initiating a cloud of debris and dust to swirl around him. “They… weaponized me. Again. To hurt you.” his voice wasn’t steady. it was strained.
“Just…” you hold out your arm, the muscles practically made of gel, “help me up, Conner.” what were you supposed to say? how were you supposed to act? his brows furrow, but he does as instructed, before dressing himself then gathering your clothes. you didn’t miss the way he eyed the destruction he caused about the room, or the guilt painted over his face when he saw you leaning against the wall, wincing, holding your belly. you couldn’t help it. there was a painful, hollow feeling in you after such a rough romp. “Thanks.” you mutter, holding his broad shoulder for stability as he helps you step into your suit. it was horrendously torn, as if you’d been mauled by a werewolf, but nothing the fight couldn’t explain.
“The others are getting close,” he offered. super hearing, you assumed. “What are you going to tell Dick?” Conner asked, somewhat bashful. you noticed that he even looked away when he knelt in front of you, avoiding looking at your body. his cheeks were crimson. he wasn’t the sheepish type, that was all humiliation. and anger at himself, probably.
you look towards the door as it whirrs to life, raising to reveal the tunnels. your way out. what a sick joke.
you could faintly make out silhouettes; the team, and you sigh. “Nothing.” you answer, finally. the last thing you needed was Dick to learn what happened here— you knew him well, too well, to know better. but Conner opened his mouth to protest, and you shook your head. “That wasn’t you, and we never mention it again. Agreed? Not to Dick, not to each other. It. Never. Happened.” now, he nods, and seals his tiers. he wouldn’t say a word, and neither would you. but you knew, deep down, that you would think about this night. replay over and over it in your mind. and maybe he would do the same.
There's this pretty smart woman, new to Gotham, born and raised in Metropolis but moved to Gotham. She is beautiful, smart, and has the ideal but healthy body. She made a name for herself starting in metropolis than Gotham by her great inventions, she was able to make futuristic flying skateboards, headphones that act like actual phones, or shoes that change colors depending on what you wear.
She is seen as a genuine genius with the state of the art technology. Catching the eyes of many people. She is soon kidnapped by Gotham rogues/villains who demand she makes weaponry for them. She contours with her own demand, a contract.
She creates a law binding contract that insures her safety from the law and Justice League but doesn't quite protect the users of the weapons as someone has to take responsibility for the damage.
This makes her hard to touch and harder to stop, she is protected by many villains and the law. The villains understand by signing the contract they can't place much responsibility on her since they are the ones using the weapons and the contracts states "those who purchased and use weaponry are to be held responsible for misuse and illegal conduct" so they just purchase the weapons every so often, stealing money and paying her for helping them. She becomes a hidden and unground deal maker.
But there's a twist; she is invited to a ball hosted by the Wayne family, where her face makes everyone gasp. At the ball, everyone can't help but stare at her, she doesn't notice or just doesn't care. It wasn't until a son of Bruce Wayne made the connection. He looked at an old portrait of the Wayne family when Bruce was younger and realized the genius woman looks just, exactly, like Martha Wayne.
(if anyone wants to take this imagine you can take inspiration from it and take your own spin on it, I'd love to see what you create from this)