hence, you ended up like this: back arching against the king sized hotel mattress, supported by a plethora of pillows, your cute bikini bottoms pulled to the side, revealing the harsh tan lines you’ve acquired throughout the day, the same ones that got him so worked up... along with your wet folds as your hands covered your heated face, thighs trembling maddeningly, two orgasms in.

toji was on his knees in between your legs as you rested on the edge of the mattress, working your sweet pussy open with two of his thick fingers, plunging in and out of your sopping cunt. his fingers curling up reaching spots you could never even reach yourself, making you gush with each motion, the cool metal of his wedding band pressing deliciously against your heat as his chin was covered in your essence.

contrary to popular belief, toji isn’t the type to eat someone out for his own pleasure. for him, he would much rather please you with the monster of a dick he carried so casually in his pants...

of course he’d eat you out if you’d ask him to ⎯ simply just “returning the favor” for all the times you went down on him. but more often than not, there were exceptions.

like now. being that toji fushiguro just could not resist being buried in between his wife’s sun kissed thighs. there was just something about your tan—the way it settled into your skin, deepened it, making every line and contrast stand out. that had toji zeroed in on you, more than usual so to speak.

he pressed soft kisses in between your legs, shutting his eyes briefly, his scar brushing against your skin, a fat glob moisture trickling from his lips down over your folds, coating his fingers as he twisted them inside you, curling them against the soft plush spots inside you.

“so fucking pretty like this…” he hummed, voice low and hushed, avoiding his mouth on your pussy entirely — giving you a break of some sorts from eating you out for what felt like hours on end.. “want you to cum as much as you can baby. y’gonna give it to me?” 

you’d wanted to say “yes,” it’s not like you wanted anything other than that. but the only thing that came out of you was a helpless whine, eyes threatening to flutter shut. so your body spoke for you: your hips bucking up to meet his mouth. “heh… atta girl…”

he’d already worked two toe curling orgasms out of you at this point... one more wouldn’t hurt.

he removed his girthy digits with wet pop, giving you little time to react before replacing them with his tongue making you cry out, biting down on your plush lip.

one heavy, veiny hand crawled up your body to cup your breast, his touch burning against your skin, calloused finger pads rubbing over your perky nipples making you gasp as he pulled your top to the side, bikini straps slipping loose from your shoulders, drawing attention to the faint lines of your tan even more.

“t-toji—!” you squealed, doing your best to not babble whatever thoughts were flowing through your head as your third orgasm began to creep out on you. “w-we have a dinner reservation!”

“hah, this is dinner.” he mumbled again your folds, the vibrations making you squeal.

toji was practically growling at the taste, capturing your clit in his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around and against the swollen and overstimulated bud, eyes shut in euphoria as he ate you out like a man starved, your hands scrambling down to his jet back strands — loose and messy, clinging to his forehead from the salt water.

his cock strained against his swim trunks as they hugged his thighs, his cock hot and heavy, and unbearably. ignoring how good it hurt, wanting to put his focus all on his sweet wife, his tip was flushed under the thing layer of polyester, precum threatening to bead through the small threads.

his crotch pressed against the bed of the mattress, leaving a faint dark spot against the beige frame, hips rolling forward in a steady pace as the sound of wet obscene slurping filled the room.

he took two of his burly arms and wrapped them up underneath your thighs, pulling you further down onto his face, feet dangling off his shoulders. switching between sucking hard on your clit and lapping at your folds, nudging his nose against your pussy, occasionally using his scar to furnish extra friction.

"so fucking good…", slurring against your syrupy folds, tongue fucking you open.

struggling to keep your eyes open, tears of utter bliss pricking at your waterline, you felt a familiar coil build up in your tummy, “toji—baby—s’too much!”, your voice turning into a frowsy string of moans as your pussy spasmed against his tongue. your mind going hazy with pleasure.

“y’can take it,” his tongue flattening against your clit, “made f’this. my dream girl”. you couldn’t help but moan and whine at the praise, hole puckered, letting his unfairly long tongue explore your walls.

this was nice. more than nice. it was always more than nice whenever your husband went down on you. but this time, it was too much. the way he would drool over your clit before slurping it back up with the rest of your juices, bruising grip on your thighs. it was almost as if he was high off your cunt. 

“ah—toji—!” you cried as you felt pressure building, your pitiful whines filling up the room as he switched from sucking on your clit to fucking you with his tongue. except something was off.

it wasn’t the flutter in your tummy that you normally got. it was deeper. pussy fluttering nonstop.

“nnh–w-wait toji— something feels weird—”

your hand caught in his hair, gripping at the roots, weakly trying to push his mouth off you, except his mouth never left your cunt, your back bowing off the bed, yet to no avail. 

“don’t run,” he growled, hot breath against your folds, pulling you drown further onto his face, nose bridge bumping against your bud; making you mewl his name over and over, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as your mouth went slack, choking up on your own breath.

“s’okay baby, let it out”, he mumbled into your pussy. “gonna squirt all o’vr me?”

you hated him for asking that question. of course you were.

with a few more sloppy kisses to your cunt, white hot release ripped through you, hot clear liquid gushing, soaking his face and the sheets beneath you. only for him to bury his face in your pussy, lapping up every last drop like a man starved.

and with a broken sob, you cried out his name, your entire body locking and thighs quivering as he slurped up the remnants of your juices, the wet sounds echoing throughout the room — pussy fluttering helplessly around his tongue

“fuckin’ gorgeous…” he murmured, finally pulling off you, his chin and chest covered in a soft sheen of your juices — wiping his mouth with his forearm as you were too blissed out to even form a thought. 

the room fell quiet after, filled soft exhausted pants, your body limp, thighs twitching ever so gently.

soon enough, toji rose to his feet, eyes lifting to you on the bed for a brief, quiet check in. “you alright?” he hummed, head tilting slightly as he looked down at you, body caging you in unintentionally.

“uh huh…” you managed, voice a little rough, still coming down from your high, but nodding anyway. his gaze lingered for a second longer before his hand came up, thumb gently brushing away the last traces on your cheek.

“let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

soon after, he led you to the bathroom, taking his time as he bathed both of you and washed away the ocean and stubborn sand still clinging to your skin. he even washed your hair for you, the soft scent of vanilla shampoo and conditioner filling the bathroom.

by the time it was done, the two of you were curled up under the sheets in the complimentary robes, your head resting against his shoulder.

after a minute of settling on some random netflix movie and ordering room service—since someone had made you miss your dinner reservation—you shifted closer beside him.

your fingers poked lightly at his stomach.

“hm?” he hummed, barely looking away from the screen before turning his head to face you, eyes half lidded and lazy.

“you know…” you started, a little slower now, fingers trailing down hair bare chest as you sat up. “you look pretty good with that new tan too… and m’pretty hungry..”

toji only looked at you before he let out a bark of laughter, gently grabbing your face, his whole palm covering it entirely, shoving you back into the cushions with a a small ‘oof’.

“eat real food.”

“ugh, toji! that’s not fair!” — pouting as you say back up again, resting your upper half on his torso. his hand moved down to cradle your jaw instead, chin caught in the curve between his thumb and index finger and he squished your cheeks together.

“not fair? what’s not fair is how good you are to me.” — emphasizing his statement with another soft squish of your cheeks.

“tojiii,” you groaned, burying your face in his burly arms, “you know i don’t like it when you flatter me...”

he huffed out a quiet laugh, thumb nudging your cheek just to make you look at him again, his hunter colored eyes piercing into your soft ones. “m’gonna give my wife all the lovin’ i want, whether you like it or not.”

you only narrowed your eyes at him, though your heart gave a traitorous little jump.

there was no hiding it. toji had a soft spot for you, for your skin, your glow, everything that made you unmistakably you. and for all his rough edges, you were the one thing he never handled carelessly… even if he’d never admit it out loud.

Yandere!Femboy who walks around the shared apartment completely naked in the mornings after his showers because he needs to “air dry.”

When he’s not naked, he has on the tiniest booty shorts, showing off his perfectly rounded ass. Not that you were looking.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who is unbelievably loud when he touches himself in the solidarity of his own room. His whimpers, mewls, and moans can be heard very clearly through the wall.

Little do you know, he’s holding a dirty pair of your panties to his nose as he pumps his achy cock until it’s spurting white, pearly cum over and over again.

You knew he knew that the walls were thin! Hell, he told you they were when you first moved in.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who has done filthy things he is not proud of around your apartment in hopes that you would catch him.

He has fucked himself to pieces on your shared couch, imagining it’s your strap or your dripping pussy wrapped tightly around him. He often leaves dried cum stains too in hopes that you would notice.

Watching you sit in his dried cum is satisfaction enough sometimes.

Yandere!Femboy who purposely leaves out his sex toys for you to find and berate him about.

“Dude, you can’t just leave your plug on the bathroom sink!” you yelled as you chucked it towards where he was laid on his bed.

“Sorry, look I’ll put it to use really quickly!” he smiled as he picked up the plug.

He stared into your eyes as he made a show of him licking around the bulbous end of it, getting it wet. He sucked into his mouth sloppily.

You only had to pretend like your clit wasn’t pulsing for a split second because as soon as he reached back to pull down his pajama pants to reveal his juicy ass, you slammed his door shut and retreated back to your room.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who you have zero boundaries with.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who always ends up needing to pee whenever you happen to be in the shower.

He cards all the vivid images of your soapy body away for those late night jerk off sessions.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who cannot help but indulge himself!

“You know, you have really nice tits. Wait, can you like lather them with soap really quickly?” he giggles as he bites the tip of his finger.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who begins to grow hard in the confines of his short little shorts.

“Hey, don’t shave your cunt either. Looks nice,” was the last thing he said before leaving the bathroom. It barely clocked to you that he never actually peed.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who absolutely hates when you have guests over, specifically men. He always finds a way to get them gone.

Often times, he’ll barge in talking about some big exam or having to get up early the next day, so your guest has to leave.

You often ignore the evil glare he gives the poor boys you invite over.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who was particularly very angry about your most recent guest. Some guy in your lecture who asked you out on a date.

“Boring!” he said when you had told him.

Now all three of you were awkwardly sat in the living room watching some movie your date picked out.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who was cuddled up to you. It was just a coincidence! He was chilly! Your plush body kept him plenty warm. If he wanted to grope you a bit under your blanket, well that was his business!

Your date was not very excited about him being there. About half way through the movie, he had asked you where your bathroom was.

“Down the hall.” you had pointed.

As soon as he was gone, Yandere!Femboy was snuggling up closer to you.

“So have you kissed anyone before, well besides me?” he inquired as he loudly smacked his bubble gum.

“Yeah,” you shrugged as your attention stayed on the screen. This caused him to pout.

“Are you planning on kissing that douchebag?”

“I don’t know maybe? Not seeing how it would be any of your business,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“What if…what if we practiced really quickly! Just so that you’ll be prepared if he asks for a kiss huh?” he smiled, the light of the tv reflecting off of his glossy pink lips.

Before you could respond, he was leaning into you. His lips were plush and sticky from lip gloss. Sweet too.

The little cunt was quick to lick into your mouth, eager to taste you. Eager to have your spit in his mouth.

Shortly, your date had made his way back into the living room.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who makes direct eye contact with your date as he sticks his tongue out and gives a kitten lick to your puckered lips.

“I knew you two had something weird going on! Fuck this shit!” he huffed as he made his way out.

You quickly parted from Yandere!Femboy, startled. You had tried to defend yourself, but your date was having none of it.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who sat cozily knowing he had successfully ruined another one of your conquests.

Yandere!Femboy who had no clue what was in store for him.

Yandere!Femboy who you had fucked within an inch of his life!

You and him laid out on the couch as you rode his cock until his body felt like it was on fire.

“Please! I’m so sorry! I can’t take it!” he babbled as drool began to roll down his chin. His eyes rolled back as he gripped onto the fat of your hips.

“You want me all to yourself, huh? Can’t take what I give you? Fucking pathetic,” you spit down onto him.

He stuck his pink tongue out, gathering your essence. He gripped onto you harder before his body started spasming again, sparse cum shooting into your puffy cunt.

“Oh please, please let me pull out! I’ll eat you until my jaw burns! Your cunnie is milking my brains out,” he whimpered as he looked up at you through damp lashes.

You only rolled your eyes before climbing off and making him go to town on your cunt.

December third was the day you were brought to life. The day you were born. Yesterday was December second and today is December third. Two years ago, when you were twelve; it used to mean something, soft words spoken from your mamma, gifts meant to serve meaning and a vanilla cake with a number on it. All for you. You are fourteen now. Not a child but not old enough either. It was weird.  

Your first birthday here in the mansion, when you were twelve you had high expectations. You thought they were going to throw you a party or at least give you a card. But once you heard Alfred whisper over to Bruce about somethingdiscreetly—brows creased and eyes worried. It all clicked. They had forgotten. 

You would never forget the tears that welled up in your eyes, as you watched Alfred discreetly hand over a birthday card to Bruce, so he could give it to you himself. 

A year ago, on your thirteenth birthday, you made your own birthday cake and shared it with Alfred. Your family had forgotten it yet again. You thought that maybe the first year was way too soon. Maybe you were far too new at the manor when they hadn’t gotten to know you yet at the manor. 

‘Yeah—maybe that’s what happened,’ You muttered to yourself so quietly it came out like a whisper as you cut the cake into pieces. Alfred gave you a concerned glance. But he says nothing. Not wanting to upset you even more than you already are. 

That time he didn’t shower you with fake hope. Opting to stay silent instead. He knew there were no number of words that could cover up the fact that your family hadn't remembered your birthday for the second time. 

but now it’s just another day to check off on the calendar--(not that you had one) It was just a reminder that you had no set plans.  

Upon waking up, you did your usual routine. Get up, brush your teeth, get dressed, have a cigarette for breakfast, and go to school. It was something you did every day to keep you sane, to have some semblance of normalcy you didn’tfeel. 

You decided you weren’t going to school today despite not celebrating your birthday. You could at least use the day as an excuse for yourself to laze around and do nothing. Besides, school was getting repetitive and boring. And you did just that. Lazed around, took naps, and watched reality Tv for half the day. 

You would occasionally skip school, but not too much to the point where the school would alert Bruce. Just on the edge of everything, putting enough effort into things so no one would be alerted. 

A faint, growling sound erupts a sense of nauseousness from your stomach. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday evening and you skipped breakfast as usual. 

Your stomach grumbles once more; you ran out of snacks in your room to keep you satiated for a while. You kept some around because you didn’t want to bother Alfred and have him bring food to your room again. It clearly worried the old man if you were getting enough nutrients and he’d stay a bit longer to keep an eye on you since no one else did. 

You paused the boring tv show before leaving your room to get some food in your system and much needed snacks to last you the next few days. 

The usual sounds of laughter, talking, and thumps were no more as the manor was too quiet today. It was strange. Maybe it was because most of the others were either at school or work but there had always been something. The vivid red of the carpet stretched the dark hallway into a long abyss, and if you weren’t careful, you’d lose your way to the kitchen. 

Your forgetfulness could rival someone with dementia. It seemed like no matter how many days you go through these halls, it still felt like a maze. 

Eventually you found your way to the kitchen; it looked immaculate as always. Alred always cleaning up the area and making sure it's in top notch condition. Bruce even allowed the old butler to decorate it as he saw fit. Considering he was the only one behind the scenes doing the cooking. 

You reached for the fridge that contained leftovers Alfred often left for you. Noticing your habits of sneaking into the kitchen for something to eat. ‘How considerate of the old man.’ You hummed to yourself in thought. 

Grabbing the plate wrapped in foil, you carefully tore the foil. Slipping it into the garbage can before sliding the plate into the microwave, carefully pushing the buttons to determine how long the heat would seep into the food.  

You climbed up and sat on the countertop. Waiting patiently for the microwave to come to a stop. You fiddled with your fingernails; scraping some of the paint off when the faint sound of soft humming begins to come closer, and closer. You recognized that sound from anywhere, knowing it was Dick. Shit, he was coming straight for the kitchen. 

But before you could collect yourself, the door was already being opened by the older male. You sighed and accepted your fate. It was too late anyway to do anything. 

Dick pauses upon seeing your form on the countertop, legs dangling and the microwave letting out soft beeping noises to alert your motive in the kitchen.  

You could sense Dick pondering for a few moments more before opening his mouth to say something.  knowing the questions were going to start flowing any second. 

“Shouldn’t you be in school right now? —What grade are you in again? —Are you sick, do you need some medicine? —wait.... Does Bruce know you're here? —Are you skipping school??” The man scrunches his eyebrows in thought, face contorted in concern upon the reasoning you weren’t in school, where you should’ve been.  

Shit.  

‘He’s definitely gonna snitch on me.’ You shook your head, accepting your fate. 

You were right. 

The scent of wood and a strong cologne you couldn't name overwhelmed your senses. A glass of scotch on the wooden table as the glass seemed to be sweating clear tears. Round ice cubes floating as Water droplets slid down the glass. 

Bruces hands were clasped together tightly as his face shifted from his usual stoic-ness to a brow raising along with a flash of a downwards tug on the corners of his lips before returning to his usual blank stoned face. His brown eyes were watching your form in the leather chair as you shifted under his gaze nervously. It seems like you disturbed his workflow.  

“Today is Wednesday.” He broke the silence, flipping through pages as he scans the text with his analytical gaze. The crisp fluttering sound of paper breaks the suffocating silence with each flick and rustle.  

“.....” 

“Why aren't you in school.” Bruce questioned robotically. Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your fingernails that were in need of a new coat of paint. Cracking at the edges and some finger beds with flecks of color fading quietly. 

Silence 

He pinches his nose; brows scrunching inward, Jaw clenching. 

“Don’t be difficult, I have no time for disobedience. You have been provided with the best education Gotham has to offer that many others don’t get the opportunity to attend.” He scolds with an even voice. 

‘These were the most words he had spoken to you in some time. What a pity they had to be wasted on something as meaningless as this’ you thought to yourself. 

You hummed, staring off into space.  

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” 

You averted your gaze from the ceiling above him. Instead, opting to make eye contact with the wall behind him, this is as good as it’s going to get. Bruce was ready to go on a full-on rant; about your supposed “behavior.” You didn’twant to hear it. 

 Frankly, you didn’t care.  

And it wasn’t like he truly cared for you either. You could tell he was aiming to give you a quick scolding—you go back to behaving ‘properly’. And he won’t have to have this conversation with you again.  He just wanted to get you out of his office as quickly as he could with enough words, so his hands would get rid of you. You were like a stain he wanted to wash away. 

“Your behavior has been off as of late; you don’t attend mealtimes; you refuse to leave your room, you unsettle the oth--”  

“Today is my birthday.” You cut him off sharply. With a tone of irritation. Finally, training your eyes on him for the first time since you’ve entered his office. Theres a deafening silence. Your lips twitched, He was growing on your nerves. 

His dark brown eyes shift uncomftably under your unsettling glare. He narrows his eyes, crinkles appearing to the trained eye. “That’s no excuse for your ill behavior as of late.” 

Theres a deafening silence as you tightly gripped the arms of the chair. “Your dismissed.” Bruce sighed. In his facial expression was a tiredness, a need for control and a chance to rest. 

You left the office with a slam at the door. 

‘How petty of him.’ You scowled. ‘He doesn’t even acknowledge his own ignorance.’ 

You might just take Penny up on her offer after all. 

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Lying in bed, you stare motionless at the wall, wondering when the day would end so you could just go about your daily routine. It had been a mistake staying in this suffocating house once more on the day that you're supposed to be in celebration.  

‘What a fucking joke’ you thought to yourself. You had one goal today, to rest, rejuvenate, and relax. Everything was ruined. You knew the conversation would be on your mind for the rest of the day. 

Knock, knock, knock. You knew it was Alfred. He was the only one that knocked three times, and the only one that bothered knocking on your door. 

He must have known you’d be here after the argument in Bruce’s study. You get up to open the door— unenthusiastically. 

What you see once more when the doors open startles you. Your mind felt like a crowded room, with too many voices clamoring for attention, leaving you unable to focus on any of your thoughts. There’s pennyworth—In his hand, a cupcake that sat upright on a round ceramic plate with a single candle lit. The cupcake was simple. Vanilla/chocolate. It was just how you liked it.  

Oh, wow— 

You thought Alfred had forgotten your birthday as well. Like the others in the household. Even Duke didn’t know of it. There wasn’t the usual greeting from the man this morning—so you assumed he probably forgot. How silly of you, to think dear old Alfred would forget your special day. When he was the only one who spent it with you year after year. 

Uncontrollably, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. ‘Fucking crybaby’ you thought to yourself as you wiped your eyes quickly. But you were certain he already witnessed the pathetic salt welling against your will.  

You step to the side. Inviting him in as you held the door open in permission. 

“My apologies, miss—I should’ve known you’d choose to stay here on the special occasion.” He says, saddened he couldn’t have given it to you much earlier. The old man has a small smile on his face, wrinkles taking up where their once was smooth skin long ago. 

Without any acknowledgement you hug the man. Resting your head on his chest as he struggled to keep the cupcake upright. Shocked at the outright display of affection you usually didn’t give. 

“Thank you, gramps....” You whispered quietly. Clutching on his waist coat as he held you softly with his other hand. His eyes widened; you had never called him the pet name before. Alfred smiled gently at himself as he lets your warmth travel to his stiff body. 

You stood there for a minute. Pennyworth letting you take all the time you needed as he held and rocked you, being careful with the balance of the plate in his hand.  

Eventually you let go of the man. Allowing you to take the cupcake from him. 

“Happy fourteenth birthday, my sweet.” he said delicately, as if testing the pet name on his tongue. 

You nodded your head at the man, a smile threatening to slither its way onto your lips. He sang happy birthday to you, as embarrassing and quiet as it was, it made your heart fill up with comfort and... Joy. 

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Now that you’re fourteen, you began to realize that one perk at being neglected by your family is that you were always able to freely move around with no one breathing down your neck like most parents are with their teenagers.  

You’d never tried to leave before, for hours at a time—assuming you’d get scolded and admonished for leaving the manor without notice to anyone; it seems as though you truly underestimated the extent of how neglected you were.  

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. It was laughable how you thought anyone would notice your absence, when they couldn’t even seem to see you walk past them daily. You almost felt hurt at the revelation.  

Almost. 

You knew there was no point in climbing out of the window to get some fresh air. You could have just used the front door, but you liked the thrill and emotion you got from knowing you weren’t supposed to be out.  

Luckily your room was on the first floor, if you could even call it that. 

Your hands clutch onto the window-seal as you climb one foot in front of the other, steadying yourself as you slip away from the comforting silence of your bedroom. 

You stand there for a moment, taking in the scenery before you, you’d look out your window plenty of times to memorize the tailored grass, the fluttery breathtaking garden before your eyes, it was the loveliest view you could get out of your bedroom that hasn't deemed it completely useless to stay in. 

breathing in the night air and closing your eyeshadow-covered eyes—you take in the windy weather before you. You could feel the strong gusts of wind caressing your skin, almost in a soothing motion, as though to lull you to sleep with its comforting touches. 

You liked standing there, nothing to bother your already relentless mind. It was peaceful—cloudy dark skies passing without a second thought.  

The Gotham air was always so polluted and dreary, seemingly always in a constant state of sadness and drowsiness, with the rainy and foggy atmosphere. 

Many people would believe that Gotham was cursed. The constant overwhelming darkness and gothic architecture was the personification of decay, crime, and corruption. The gloomy atmosphere—too unsettling—perceived as a silent oath of constant death and suffering. 

You thought otherwise. The unsettling atmosphere of Gotham seemed to be in sync with you, emotionally and mentally. It was almost as though you were one with the gloomy city. You felt a connection to it despite the constant fear and turmoil it erupted in others. Gotham was a lost cause, forever the wretched and corrupted city. Unable to be fixed or saved no matter the day of the year.  

Your moments of peace and serenity were interrupted when you heard your flip-phone ring inside your coat pocket. 

You already knew who it was on the other phone line before you could even flip your phone open. You had been waiting for a signal from your school friend to let you know that she was waiting for you outside the manor. 

But it seems you no longer had to wait. 

You sigh, bracing yourself as you answer the phone with a click of a button. Walking toward the front of the manor as you wait for the familiar high-pitched voice of a teenage girl to start speaking into your ears. She was a talkative one after all. 

“Where the hell are you?!” She practically cried out. “The party started ageeees ago… and I'm already seeing posts on myspace abt it!” You rolled your eyes at the girls whining. Penny was just some girl from school you liked to hitch rides from, nothing more.  

You were only fourteen after all, and you wouldn't have been able to get a permit regardless of if daddy dearest actually paid enough attention to know you needed one. You disliked taking the bus, so you resorted to befriending older teenagers at school to hitch rides from. 

Well.... More like you sat still and stared off as you let them talk to you about their problems you didn’t really care about. Nodding along to whatever information you need to—and shaking your head in queue; when they’d look at you for an opinion. Whether it was gossip or boys, it was all the same for you.  

The tactic always somehow worked even though you’d barely utter two words to them. You guessed that people could be so self-absorbed sometimes they wouldn't even notice when people would no longer pay attention to them. Ditching them when they no longer serve their use to you. And Penny was your latest “friend.” 

Penny believes you're friends, but you thought of her a nuisance. Although, she could get you into the funnest parties with her extroverted nature, so you chose to stick around more than you usually did.  

You weren’t the type to stay around parties for a long time or go to them as often as other teenagers did, but you still liked to get the edge off and have fun occasionally, even for just a little bit. When the world started to cave in and you needed something to bring you back down to earth when things got a little too much. 

You were a Wayne after all, and you couldn't lie to anyone and say your family wasn't as fucked as it was even if you were the most neglected one out of the bunch. It seemed like everyone in your family had problems of their own even if they never were to admit it out loud, or act as if everything were normal.  

You could see right through them even if they didn't seem to see you. 

Penny's high-pitched voice giggled loudly on the phone, prompting you to pay more attention to what was going on. She was clearly already drunk before you guys even started the night, judging from her slurred speech. Hearing her interact with the others was a tell-tale sign.  

It didn’t take much for you to spot Penny's bright red car parked across the street from the manor. You close your flip phone shut and slip it back into your coat pocket as you climb the small gate separating you from the outside world of the manor. Putting the necessary strength into your arms to help lift you up, so you didn't dangle. 

Successfully climbing the gate, you dropped down slowly and you strut across the street in a calm manner. It wasn’t your first time climbing the gate on your way out, and even if someone did spot you, it wasn’t like they'd remember enough to bring it up. (Everyone was always busy with at least something) 

It seemed like Penny and her friends hadn't noticed you had made your way to the vibrant car yet. You silently stare at the tinted windows for a second before deciding to just knock on the car door to make your presence known. Scrunching your brows and crinkling your eyes in irritation with a scoff. 

The cold air swirling and blowing around you begins to seep into your warm jacket as your cold hands clutch onto your coat—slightly trembling. 

The car door opens with a loud thunk. The car was clearly an old model, and you didn’t mind.  

“Fuck, you scared the shit outta me.” You heard a laugh from one of the deeper voices inside the small car. You didn’t waste any time getting into the bunched-up car as you silently slipped into the vehicle without a sound. 

It was a bit difficult climbing into the car, and you’d clearly have to sit on someone’s lap to even close the car door back. Some faces you recognized, and a few were unknown to you. Although you didn’t care, as long as there was a spot waiting for you on the ride back. Whoever penny allowed to tag along wasn’t interesting enough to you. 

Luckily there was some girl sitting by the window instead of a guy. You clutched onto the car's roof to steady yourself. Without acknowledging her presence, you plopped down onto her lap; you heard her yelp behind you, her warm skin meeting your cold thighs. She shifted a bit to get comfortable again. The short black dress you're wearing rides up a bit. She didn't say a word.  

You attempt to slam the car door shut to block out more of the chilly air from outside. But you felt the car door bounce off a tiny bit. That was a sign that you needed to squeeze in a bit more. You try to squeeze a bit more into your left, your legs in a slanted position as you try to close the door once more. The door finally closes with a click. 

You glanced around the car more thoroughly than before; you were met with quick greetings from Penny’s small group of friends. The car was outrageously packed, and you were a little shocked you were able to even fit into the tiny car. Practically squashed against the window. At least you had a window seat.  

The sound of the car engine revs back up, signaling that there weren't going to be any complications regarding the car, and you could finally untense your body and relax against the car door. Your form lazily slouches against the unknown girl as you mindlessly stare out the glassy tinted window. Unbothered, stilled, and placid. 

You breathe in through your nose. This was going to be a long ride. 

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The distant sound of music fills the car, the melody familiar to your unfocused ears. It felt like being underwater and hearing the steady sound of music faintly. Your ears slowly adjust to the world around you as the faint sound of beats gets louder and louder.  

You can hear the steady sound of your breathing, calming you, and steadying your heartbeat. Your eyes slowly flutter open; you lie still sprawled above the unknown girl. It seemed like everyone had fallen asleep. Too hyper upon the start of the ride and had worn themselves out.  

You shift in your seat and flicker your eyes to the sprawled bodies inside the car; limbs lying over each other, and soft snores filling the car with the muted sound of some unknown band you recognized playing throughout the car. 

You can feel a jolt in your body as the car seemed to drive over a rough speed bump. You still felt a bit drowsy and decided to rest your head against the window again. The sound of silence stretched over the car. You steadily breathed through your nose as you glanced over to the front seat to see the familiar face of one of Penny's friends in the driver's seat instead of Penny herself.  

He shoots a quick glance through the rearview mirror to see your eyes already staring into his own. Maintaining eye contact, Unflinching as you held his gaze. “I hear you're awake.” He whispered with a lopsided smile etched on his face.  

You already knew of the older teens' unrelenting feelings for you despite having ever talked to him. You were sure to avoid him. Knowing of Penny’s growing feelings towards the male even if she hadn’t known about it herself. You didn’t want to get involved, not wanting to lose your ride to school. It wasn’t worth the risk for some boy who didn’t offer anything useful to the table.  

He quickly caught on to your annoyed facial expression, opting to stay silent instead of trying to strike up a one-sided conversation. He discreetly tried to steal glances at you through the Review mirror. You rolled your eyes at the male. 

Fuck, you needed a drink. 

You decide to observe the scenery from the window once more. 

As the car drove further down the street you could make out a small group of teens goofing off and messing around as they walked in the same direction the car was driving.  

You kept your eyes trained on the small group until they were no longer seen from the view of the car window. 

Soon enough you began to see more teens who looked to be walking in the same direction, it was clear the party was going to be big. You just hoped no one would call the cops before you had fun. 

Eventually the house came into view; young teens drawn in like a moth to a flame. It looked like a small mansion. There were red party cups in the carefully groomed hedges, and faint music coming from the house. 

No wonder it hadn’t gotten reported yet; these people seemed to be rich enough to keep the neighborhood quiet. 

You looked around and most parking spots that were close to the house were mostly filled with cars. You spotted a car that looked like it was trying to get out of the parking spot. Luckily, Charles noticed the vehicle as well. And patiently waited until the driver was able to get out of the tight parking space. 

As much as you didn't want to admit it, Charles was a good driver and was able to fit the car in the parking spot flawlessly despite the tight space and the many teen drivers who didn’t know how to drive—they were practically hitting anything in sight. 

 At least he managed to score a good parking spot. 

The car slowed to a stop and Charles turned the keys in place. You felt the others slowly coming to their senses and waking up. It was like they had a phantom sense for when the fun was about to begin. 

You didn’t hesitate to open the car door—letting the cold air seep inside the warm vehicle. This action seemed to get the others to wake up completely as they all muttered complaints under their breath. 

“Chop, Chop everyone we’re here, at the biggest party of the year.” Charles exclaimed, trying to get the others to get a move on so he could go have some fun. You quickly lifted yourself up from the girl's lap. And plant your feet onto the autumn coated leaves, the soft crunch of the leaves leaving a satisfying sound in your ears. 

The others slowly started filing out of the car. You waited for them as you picked at your fingernails. 

Once everyone was ready to go, you all walked together as a group towards the fancy-looking house. The others in the group laughed and played around entertaining themselves with each other as you shifted your focus on the scenery around you. 

The neighborhood was quite nice. The scenery added onto the atmosphere of sophistication and wealth until you’d glance onto the house that radiated drunk teens, and hardcore drugs. Tissue paper hanging from the trees and baby-facedteenagers stumbling out of the house latching onto each other clearly wasted. It was a sight to see. 

It didn’t take that much of a walk for the group to make it to the front of the house 

Once the group was inside, there were bodies everywhere and music was booming. Despite how big the house was, it was packed and wild. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other and music so loud you couldn’t hear yourself breathing 

You could hear people trying to shout over the music hearing a lot of “What’s?” and “Huh’s?” along with “WHAT’D YOU SAY AGAIN?” time and time again. 

There were spinning disco lights hanging from the ceiling, mainstream music playing from the DJ, and decorations scattered around the house meticulously placed and thought out. It was obviously some rich kid's birthday party. 

You immediately tried to find your way to the kitchen. It was where all the drinks were after all, and you desperately needed something in your system to take the edge off from the long day you had. The kitchen was the safe space of any party, where drinks were accessible, and music played faint in the background--along with interesting conversations. 

A group of girl’s squeezes past you hearing a faint “Sorry,” and “Excuse me.” and lastly “I think the kitchen is this way.” They brushed against you as you tailed behind them. 

The flashing lights made the party feel more intense as the dim lighting combined with the flashes of green and purple were blinding your vision. 

It made it hard to follow after the girls but as long as you could spot the outline of the last girl, you were good. 

You walked past the bathroom line and could see someone vomiting violently behind someone. Your nose crinkles up in disgust as you're sure some of it lands on the back of their pants. Loud shouts follow soon after. You shift your attention back to your discreet guide. 

The number of bodies in the house was overwhelming for you because you couldn’t really move around the crowd without someone’s icky and sweaty body touching against you. Bare skin touching yours as most people were shirtless and in minimal clothing despite the freezing temperatures outside. 

You didn’t bother apologizing or muttering soft excuse me's, you knew no one would be able to hear you anyway over the loud music. 

You finally made it to the kitchen. 

The kitchen was crowded as well but not to the point where you couldn’t move around freely like how it was outside. 

The smell of cheap alcohol and an assortment of different foods gained your attention. Despite the large amounts of food containers and pizza boxes they all still looked to be half empty. It was understandable considering the amount of people, and you doubted people only took one thing. 

There’re people all around the kitchen with multiple good conversations happening; you could tell after hearing genuine boisterous laughs instead of the fake chuckles people often did to try to hold a conversation at the beginning of every party. There’s a lot of hand movements as well, grabbing your attention. 

There were bottles everywhere, most of them empty and some of them halfway gone. There were red party cups everywhere around the kitchen, and what looked like was a spill on the counter. No one bothered cleaning up. 

You immediately opened the fridge door, there wasn’t much left, but you easily spotted the poorly hidden bottle of Vodka in the fridge container, your favorite.  

You reach for it with a wide smile; Examining the drink and reading the label. It was cold as well.  

You were going to be so wasted tonight. 

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One, Two, Three, Four 

Let me hear you scream if you want some more, like ahhhhh, push it push it.  

Watch me work it. I’m Perfect. 

Before you knew it, you were moving along to the rhythm of the beat as one of your favorite party songs was played by the DJ. The vibes were immaculate as everyone danced and jumped around.  

It was the golden hour of the party, where everyone was loosened up without any thought—or internal subconsciousness telling them to feel fear for prancing around blindlessly. 

The blinding Disco lights flash vibrant colors of the rainbow; you see people's faces become overshadowed by the flashing greens, blues, and reds. 

You could feel the vibrations from the DJ booth take over your senses, as bodies were jumping and grinding onto each other. 

Your mind was hazy with all the vodka you drank. Especially with the fact that you were taking swig after swig straight from the bottle, pure undiluted vodka. 

You have been having the most fun you've had in the last 4 months since the new school year started. When the ground became covered in white snow, it seemed like everything was dreary and came to a stop. It felt so restrictive to you. As you felt, the walls of the manor cave in on you.  

But here you didn’t feel that suffocating silence.  

As you danced to the beat of the music, you felt so free and elated. You wanted the feeling to last. Not wanting to spare a moment of the party.  

The party was so free and wild.  

People were sweaty and having fun. Words were written on bathroom walls. The scent of smoke and tobacco in the air. You were having the time of your life. You could feel your eyes rolling back as you tried to make sense of the world around you. There were too many things going on at once. 

To your left there was a group of girls screaming song lyrics together, as they recorded each other on their flimsy phones and laughed loudly. 

To your right there was a group of guys trying to do crazy stunts.  

“I’m not even that drunk I swear I can do a backflip Right now—LOOK.” He raises his arms in a jumping motion and fails miserably. On his face at that. His friend’s group explodes in loud laughter, grabbing other’s attention who joined in upon witnessing the scene.  

You put a hand in your mouth to hide your tiny laughs. Smiling at yourself as Penny's form comes into view. 

Upon spotting you, the girl immediately snatches up your hand as she giggles to herself. Dragging you in a direction, you hadn’t ventured into it yet. 

 “Listen! —You must meet—Uhm.... Uh—Shit I forgot his name—He’s a real looker—He asked you, said he knew you in... Middle school?” She exclaimed unsurely. 

You were dragged all the way to a small corner of the common area of the houses, where people sat on couches and chairs chatting away animatedly. Red party cups in people’s hands as they were engaged in deep conversation. 

The music was still loud but not as booming as it was before in the main room; you feel penny coming to a stop. You recognized some of the faces that were in the car earlier. They were all standing as they goofed off and said crazy things to each other. 

And a familiar face you hadn’t thought about in years. 

The boy had blond hair, a symmetrical face, and those green eyes you had remembered so vividly— 

“Holy shit—it’s really you...We uh, we used to study together—stopped the other kids from picking on me.” He gushed in excitement. Your brain scrambled to find the memory, face crinkled in concentration. He was blond, nerdy, and wore glasses—quiet and on the reserved side. But now, he was taller; it was clear he grew into himself appearing confident and talked with ease but still hadn’t fully shed his babyface. He was about a year older than you? You were unsure. 

“See—I told you we were friends.” Penny chimed in.  

Your eyes twitched with amusement.  nodding your head shyly 

“I remem—I remember now—the other boys were assholes, and you used to—used to help me with homework... in exchange for.... uhm...scaring them off? —Yeah, defending you...” you muttered quietly. Shifting a bit. Your voice was a little hoarse from all the drinking and not using it as often.  

 “Still not much of a talker yet, are you.” He teased softly, with a small smile on his face. He took another sip from the red cup in his hand. Eyes focused on your form. 

You nodded; lips taught in a tight line as the corners of your lips slightly curled up in a small smirk that threatened to sneak its way on your mouth. You discreetly adjusted your dress, thighs coming into view as you felt his eyes linger.Tongue sweeping over your bottom lip as you tied it together with an innocent smile sent his way. You gazed into his green Iris’s. His eyes slightly twitched in amusement. 

“So, uhm tell me a bit more about yourself.... what high school do you go to again?” Penny broke the silence. Quirking a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. 

“Actually, I—” He started with a small smile, switching his attention to Penny once more at the small question. 

You drowned the voices out. 

Losing interest in the conversation, tuning out the voices as you bring the empty bottle of vodka to the ground. In need of another drink. 

Making your way quietly through the area. You needed another drink if you wanted to dance the night away without any concerns or worries plaguing your mind. The lull of the music combined with alcohol in your system always brought you to a sense of elation as the dopamine went straight to your brain, sending tiny signals that went more, more, more in unison. 

You tried to make your way through the crowd once more, squeezing past bodies, music once more booming in your ears, and your dress that clung a bit tight riding back up with each movement. 

feeling a hand grab onto your wrist from behind you, but before you could snatch your wrist from the stranger's grip, you look up to see Charles. You had half a mind to start insulting the boy when he interrupted you going to the kitchen for another drink. 

You could hear the older male saying something but with how disoriented you were he sounded like murmurs from a small ant.  

You could make out a few people slumped to the ground drunk out of their minds. Lips smacking as a couple was in a heated kiss off to the side taking up a small portion of the Island.  

The smell of weed and cigarettes in the air makes your stomach twist and ache in nauseousness.  

It seemed like Charles had the same idea as you, because next thing you know, you were back in the familiar space as the kitchen. The lighting is now clear, and the disco lights are not making it hard to see. 

You saunter over and grab an empty red cup from the counter, not really checking if it's been used or not walking over to the fridge to get a drink but before You could grab anything else Charles’s is already standing there with 2 red cups in his hand as he offers you the red cup in his right hand. 

You take the drink from Charles cautiously, contemplating if you should drink it. You stare into the cup and bring it to your nose. The clear liquid smells a bit acidic from the alcohol and from the smell of it, it's mixed in with some type of Fruity juice. 

You look up to see Charles already taking a sip from the mystery drink. When he brings the cup back down from his lips, you peer into his face. Your eyes glazed shakily into his greens. Charles senses your curiosity for the drink. When he quipped “Relax, it's just a bit of vodka for you, I know how much you like the drink compared to anything else.” He said with a smirk. 

You didn’t really know if he was lying or not, but you downed the drink anyway. You were too drunk to properly make intuitive decisions. You’d probably regret this later, but, oh well. You could sense Charles staring into your face intently.  

You scrunch your nose up at the boy before downing the rest of the cup. You sit the cup down deciding to let the string mixture kick in before trying to drink more. 

You were pretty sure he spiked it judging from his mannerisms. You were too incoherent to mention anything, let alone utter a few words, as you found yourself lightly swaying. Besides, you knew how to fend for yourself regardless of how fucked up the boy was trying to get you, he didn’t know how violent you got when you were intoxicated enough. 

Watching your family fight crime for a year or two made you pick up some things about defense without any proper training whatsoever.  

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Charles lighting a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke in and blowing it in your face. The smell of nicotine and burnt ember infiltrates your nose. Before the boy could stop you, you stole the cigarette from the boys' lips, before taking a hit of the cig deciding to claim it as your own.   

You saunter out of the kitchen before glancing back at a stunned Charles, whose eyes glazed over you with a certain hunger. You sent a smirk his way before making your way towards the heart of the party. 

You figured you were going to play along with the boy before kicking his sorry ass later.  

Your mind was immediately hazy with the substances in your system. You underestimated how much the boy slipped into your drink. You felt your body slightly swaying, closing your eyes for a second to take in the deepening feeling of intoxication. 

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You were back out on the dance floor.  

The music kept flowing mindlessly, the only you could make out were the flashing lights and sensations of vibrations, loud music jammed in your ears.  

The music pauses for a second, and everything comes to a halt. The DJ pausing as he stood patiently holding the Mic. Suddenly some brunette young adult came up looking wasted as he had a red cup in his hand. He looks like a frat boy. You scoffed quietly at the term. He’s handed the mic. 

“Listen up everybody!! I’m the birthday boy of this awesome party; has it been lit enough??” 

The crowd shouted., “WHOOOO, YEAH” 

“Well, here’s one final gift” the boy announced. The crowd murmured in anticipation as to what the boy had up his sleeve. 

—Introducing....” 

“CRYSTAL CASTLE’S!!!”  the crowd roars at the name, people began chanting Crystal castles, Crystal castles, Crystal castles. The crowd is chanting with eagerness. The sound of the Intro started playing. 

And then the party really began.  

You were pretty sure the band had a large impact on the party, now—everyone was in on the fun. There wasn’t a dull moment as the band played their songs. No more was the chatter and conversations. It was just fun, fun, fun, and more fun. The party kept moving and evolving throughout the hours as if it had an ecosystem of its own. It is around 1am now.  

Red party cups were strewn about. Everyone was drunk out of their minds. Before oyu knew it you could feel a body grinding on yours as you laughed and giggled. Eyes dilated. The feeling of hands gripping onto your waist as your black dress rode up. 

You came back to your senses as the warmth that was softly grinding on you from before turns into roughly groping at your skin from behind you, palming at your ass. The hands felt too eager, like they couldn’t get enough. You look behind you to see Charles.  

shit.  

He came to collect you sooner than you thought.  

You felt your stomach twist in knots as Charles body is rubbing against all your dips and curves, You’d be fine with having someone else like this with you but you specifically did not want Charles getting the satisfaction of having a chance of jumping in bed tonight with you. 

You willed your body to stop the rhythm moving within you as you turn your head towards Charles way, locking eyes with him as you mustered up the Nastiest glare of annoyance and indifference.   

“Didn’t know it was me, sweetheart?” The pet name sent a wave of nausea to your stomach. It sounded so gross coming from him. 

You locked your hands on Charles's wrist to stop his ministrations. This fucker was not going to ruin your night. 

“Woah, there sweetheart, —” he laughed wholeheartedly. “didn’t have any problems letting that sissy eyefuck you earlier, yeah? You roll your eyes at his immaturity—scoffing, as the grip you have on his wrist tightens.  

He continues to try and have his way with you—becoming irritated by the minute. Your Face scrunched up in distaste. He used his free hand to grab the back of your head and force you closer to his lips. Stealing a kiss from you. Youquickly pushed him. Startling the male. Slipping from his grasp. 

Seething with anger, you gathered the spit in your mouth and spat in his face. His eyes widen in disbelief, jaw tightening. Charles didn’t say anything, but the deadly glint in his narrow eyes and the sickly smirk that crawled across his lips spoke louder than words ever could. He swiped the glob from his face before licking it from his fingers. 

‘How fucking disgusting’ you thought to yourself—the liquor in your system threatening to come up. You eye him cautiously, waiting for what his next move was gonna be.  

Charles lifts his hand up ready to slap you across the face but just as he’s about to strike down—A hand reaches for his wrist. Charles opens his mouth with a string of protest on the tip of his tongue, but before he could utter a word, he gets punched in his shit. Square in the nose. Charles buckles to the ground with a sharp gasp, trying to recollect himself.  

People gathered around to see what the commotion was. But before you could witness anything more, a girl that looks to be about your age grabs your wrist and drags you someplace else.  

Your mind was still in the gutters as you tried to process what just happened. Not the fact that Charles was about to assault you, but the fact that someone had come to your rescue before he could lay a hand on you. That type of shit only happens in Disney movies. Not that you were complaining.  

“That was my older brother cool as shit, right?” The dark-haired girl boasted. You forgot the girl was Infront of you “Oh, the name is Eiris.”She added with a smirk. You observed the girl in front of you. She had an Ivory—wheat toned skin color. Dark brown hair, and medium, thin lips that were pulled into that smirk. She was pretty; her features merging in an appealing way. 

She wore low rise bootcut jeans—with boxer briefs that peaked underneath it. Studded bracelets around her wrist, and a heart shaped locket clasped around her neck. Finished off with a grungy makeup look. She looked somewhat normalbut eccentric at the same time. You could tell the girl, and her older brother were close.  

You nodded in acknowledgement, giving the girl your name in return.  

“Having rough times with your boyfriend?” She asked you teasingly. 

You scoffed in distaste, your features contorting in disgust— “That piece of shit never had a chance.” 

Eiris breaks into laughter; you roll your eyes as a smile creeps its way onto your lips, before reaching into your pocket for the familiar box of cigarettes only to find nothing. 

Fuck. 

Eiris eyes you curiously, as your fingers twitched from the absentness of the familiar cancer stick. 

“Got a smoke?” You asked nervously, unwilling to meet her gaze—embarrassed.  

“Yeah—I have even better though.” Eiris replied with a small smirk, gracing her features. It seemed like the only expression she was capable of producing. 

She pulls out a baggy from her pocket, where 3 green cylinders sat, pre-rolled but clumsily from the looks of it—weed.  

You’ve heard of it but never tried it. You knew it had the same effects that cigarettes did but was way less harmful. You just didn’t know anyone that sells around you and didn’t know if you could trust them even if there were.  It was the 2000s though, who didn’t smoke weed. It was the perfect opportunity to try it for free, and the girl looked trustworthy enough. 

You nodded your head at the girl. 

“First, let’s go somewhere more...quiet,” You glance at her questioningly then Eiris shrugs her shoulders. “don’t wanna get caught by my older brother.” You hummed in thought. You were the youngest of the family and were familiarwith wanting to hide things from your siblings as well even as detached as you were from them. 

You and Eiris walk side by side as the small corner you were in wasn’t a good enough place to smoke anyway. The party was still bustling but there weren’t as many people as there were before that night. Making it easier to navigate the crowd. 

You and Eiris climbed up the stairs to the second floor of the house. It was off limits, but who listened to the rules anyway. Not bothering to be discreet as you were pretty sure everyone was preoccupied in their own little world, either drunk or just not bothering to care entirely.  

You and Eiris entered the first room that appeared on the second floor. A study, full of books. It smelled of incense and the old scent of sophistication. It was an overall well-kept room. The only window in the room was behind the desk. 

Eiris closed the door behind you both quietly. Before making her way to the large window. Unbuckling the latch to let in fresh air. That was much needed if you didn’t wanna be in a room trapped with the smell of weed; that would burn your eyes and choke up your throat with an itch. 

You sat down, sliding down the wall with a sigh. Resting your eyes for a second. Before Eiris took a seat beside you, legs crossed, silently opening the baggie in hand as she pulled out the green roll. She reached for the lighter on the other side of her pocket.  flicking it to life as the light enveloped the dim moonlit room as the only source of light. 

She lights it and brings it close to her lips. Taking a long drag as the ember burned a bright red at the tip, soaking in the smoke before passing it on to you with a sniff. You take it in your index finger, taking a drag as well, watching out the corner of your eye as Eiris releases the smoke lingering in her lungs smoothly. You follow in her footsteps.  

Releasing a breath, you’ve been holding ever since the incident with Charles. Your shoulders sag, eyes closed as you and Eiris pass the bud back and forth silently. Just letting the silence linger longer. There were no idle talk, awkward words, or boring conversations.    

It was peaceful in a way. Comftable like you’ve known the girl for a while. It was... Alright. You glance back at the girl, seeing her in the same state as you. Eyes closed, as her mouth hangs open taught; neck leaned against the wall, resting.  

Observing her for a while more as the only interesting enough subject in the room, she scrunches her brows. Obviously feeling your stare. The girl slowly opens one eye, as if to discreetly sneqk a peek at you. To find you already staring at her. Your face envelops her sight.  

You lightly laugh at the girls' antics, giggling.  Eiris soon joins in on the laughter, a smile curling on her lips before soon erupting into a loud rhythm the both of you fell into. Eiris doubled over in laughter, shaking in amusement. Thatleft tears in her eyes. The stem was abandoned on the ground.  

Your chest was heaving as you tried to suck in a breath. Your pearly whites were showing, all thirty-six teeth visible as you were dying of laughter. You didn’t know what you were laughing about anymore, and that was the funniest thing. You hadn’t laughed hard like that since your mother. 

You were as high as the wind. Flowing endlessly, becoming one with the sky. Feeling a light breeze brush your cheek, you were the most comftable you’ve been in, you didn’t know how long. You felt natural for once. Like you belonged to the space that you occupied. Sitting beside Eiris as you let giggles escape your throat made you feel.  

Normal... for once. 

An unfamiliar ringtone fills the space, making you jump in surprise with a flinch—an unfamiliar feeling spiked in your chest at the interruption of peace. 

Eiris reaches into her pocket once more. ‘Damn, how much shit did she manage to stuff in there?’ You thought to yourself, your head tilted curiously. 

“My brother says we’re gonna get ready and leave, guess we’ve been here longer than I thought” The girl says with a yawn.  

Eiris rises from the spot she sat down from, stretching her aching limbs at how long you’ve both been situated there. You stay planted on the ground, lost in thought. Eiris begins again. “Have you got a ride back home? My brother wouldn’t mind an extra trip,” she said. “Honest.” Eiris added. You looked up at the girl; that was a nice offer. You were ready to go. You haven’t checked on Penny in some time, and she hadn’t called you either.  

“Hold on.” You said, reaching for the round shaped phone, before flipping the screen open. Dialing the saved number. The phone rings—once, twice, thrice—before going straight to voicemail each time. You curse under your breath. 

“Fine.” You muttered—barely audible. Eiris clasps her hands, before snatching yours up. "C'mon, we’ve gotta go.” The girl pulls you up from the ground, before leading you out the door. 

You both make your way downstairs. Thankfully, not getting caught by anyone along the way. It was way more barren than before, ‘what time was it again?’ You questioned yourself. You still had trouble moving through people,though.  

You were keeping an eye out for any sign of Penny or one of her little friends. Eiris quickly moved through the crowd. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d already seen the red head but going too fast to genuinely notice it was her.  

Eventually Eiris and you make it to the front door, and the cold air envelops your body. Making you release a shiver. 

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Meanwhile, Jason Todd was out on a mission.  

Observing an estate that was suspected of a potential crime lord residing there. Hoarding drugs—and much more illegal substances. Although it seemed like the man’s son was throwing some sort of house party while daddy dearest was busy making deals with other companies. 

Jason scoffed at the thought, hunched on the roof of a building opposite the house. Normally he wouldn’t take missions like this, but the bats were preoccupied with other missions that needed more attention now, and he was the only one available for such an important mission. 

Jason observed the house once more as he watched teen after teen come out wasted. ‘Jesus, Christ.’ the man muttered under his breath, he knew he was as bad as them during his teenage years, but these teenagers looked like kids fresh out of 8th grade already on the track of becoming a washed up addict, just short of gaining an alcohol belly. 

Having seen enough of the scene. Jason was ready to go back to the base. It was nothing but a cheap birthday party the brat through secretly while his pops were away. There was nothing interesting or worthwhile staying for that needed his immediate attention. 

Jason scoffed once more under his mask.  

‘What a waste of time.’ 

But before he turned around, getting ready to zoom off into the night, a familiar looking face stumbles out of the door. Held up by another young girl that had her hand in yours who looked just as out of it as you did. Jason shifted in thought, as he tried to brainstorm where he could have seen you before, but he couldn’t. It was like you were on the cusp of his tongue. 

He knew he’d known you from somewhere, but he just didn’t know who you were. Coming up with situations in his mind where he could’ve come across you, but none of them seemed to match up. It just felt wrong.  

Jason gaze lingers for just a moment more as he sees you get into an unfamiliar car, with an older boy inside in the driver’s wheel. He could see the other girl making conversation with the guy, they looked familiar to each other, ‘maybe relatives’ he comes to a conclusion. Although no words seemed to leave your lips.  

‘Jeez, the kid needs serious help,’ he thought to himself. You clearly looked high, as he watched you sway and disassociate from a distance. He then sees you both get into the car before it drives off.  

Jason takes note on the faces in the back of his mind before takin off as well. 

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especially when you’re like this—settled on top of him, drool that you don’t seem to notice, or care about, sliding down your chin as you bounce on top of him without a care in the world after your third orgasm. yeah. he prefers it like this.

“you’re so sweet to me,” izuku has a dumb smile on his face, keeping those scarred hands on your hips to guide you every once in a while. he doesn’t think you’re listenin’, but that’s okay. “so pretty like this.”

the words are followed with a kiss on your cheek and a thick thumb on your clit, your little determined movements stuttering for a moment as you jolt. whatever trance you were in pauses for a moment—blinking as you lock eyes with him. you’re . . . soft? is that the way to describe it? when you’re like this.

a little stupid, even, but that’s okay. izuku’s there to do the thinking for you.

“aw; don’t stop moving for me, honey. you can keep going,” your husband coos, hands encouraging your hips to move—and you listen. hands on his chest, the pretty, gentle gold ring with his name carved into it catching the light from the lamp as you start riding him again.

he’s big. izuku’s always been big, especially these past couple years ever since the two of you graduated. it’s a little ridiculous. the thought slips from your mind though as you pick up the pace, moaning softly with each bounce. stupidly, you would argue that you’re your husband’s biggest fan, and izuku would agree.

the sounds and scent in the room are both outright filthy. he whimpers every time you grind down on him—and you hiccup when he spells out his name on your twitchy nub. you’re fucking each other stupid. as per usual.

“i-izu,” you manage to squeak out that dumb nickname you’ve been using for him, the one that took him forever to convince you to use. “‘m gonna cum. y-you’re gonna-”

“shh, shh, i know. lemme take over.”

he’s so gentle with you, despite the way he makes sure you can’t walk without his help after he fucks you. you know what he means when he offers to take over—and you never say no.

you’re reluctant to pull off of him, but izuku just smushes your cheeks and makes you flip over. takes his time looking at your poor, pliant pussy; sloppy and wet. he always ignores the way you whine at him, tellin’ him not to look as he feels himself go a little dumb just at the sight of you.

“i’m gonna take care of you, mkay? just let me handle it, pretty boy.” he murmurs, and pushes your hips flat against the soft, green colored silk sheets on the bed. they’re gonna need a wash after this.

“let izu handle it.” the words are mindless when you’re like this, back arched as you drool into the soft pillow. he’s been putting in this position a lot as of late—but it isn’t like you’re complaining.

you feel when the tip pops in, ‘cause it’s hard not to, honestly. it has your eyes rolling back when he pushes in deeper—making space for himself while you’re willing. soft and warm just for him.

always just for him.

“mmh, fuck. relax a little, bunny,” izuku laughs, but it’s breathless and breaks off into a moan. “we’ll cum together, yeah?”

“yeah . . .” you nod, gasping when he finally bottoms out. the feeling leaves you dizzy and breathless, eyes rolling back as izuku slowly picks up where you left off—speeding up to your pace in just a few thrusts.

there’s a filthy noise every time he pulls and pushes. and you know better, gosh, you know better, but your teeth sink into the pillow and you practically bite down every noise by force of habit. you don’t exactly enjoy letting your neighbors know you’re getting the soul fucked out of you at the moment.

izuku doesn’t seem to really care, though.

“ah-ah,” your husband leans down, and you can feel the weight of his body and his dick, and it makes your heart stutter. “you know not to do that. thought i taught you better than that.”

“i-i don’t wanna-”

“it’s okay, sweet thing.” oh. “i know how worried you can get. that’s why i gotta do the thinking for you,” izuku slowly lifts your head up, tapping your cheek for a moment before wrapping his bicep around you.

oh.

you subconsciously squeeze around him—already wound up tight with nerves and stars bursting behind your eyelids as you take a deep breath. force of habit by now.

“there we go. lemme handle you.”

he doesn’t give you another second to think before he pulls out, leaving just the tip, before sinking right back in. this time, you squeal, unable to hold it back from the mere feeling of him settling right back in where he belongs.

and he fucks you just like that—making sure you let out every hiccup, squeak and moan, grinding into you every once in a while just to let you feel him.

when he adjusts his angle, tilting his hips up justttt a little, you’re a goner.

“ohmygoshhhh- there! there- izu!”

this time, izuku doesn’t bother giving you much of a response besides another groan—swallowing down his own drool at the feeling of you getting ready to cum this time. it’s like both of you can sense it, used to each other’s bodies to the point you can just tell.

“uh-huh, i know, pretty boy. i know.” izuku’s arm tightens around your throat, and you gurgle in a pathetic attempt to respond, feeling that band in your tummy stretch and stretch.

it’s not like you can help it. he’s the reason you’re like this, after all. years of putting you above himself has you like this.

you tighten up real nice around him, nearly pushing his cock out in the process, feeling your own wetness slide down your thighs and onto the sheets. it’s filthy. it leaves you raw, messy and drooling onto your husband’s arm.

it never fails to make him smile.

“o-oh,” izuku’s hips stutter for a moment, grinding nice and deep into your poor cervix. “ah, shit. that felt good, huh sweetheart?”

he sounds breathless—voice teetering into a whimper as he presses a kiss to your temple, letting you nod. you don’t have to talk for him to know how happy he makes you.

just the thought has his thrusts getting sloppier. more uncoordinated than before. it doesn’t have any less effect on either of you, really, because it still leaves you stuck between running away from it, or pressing back into it.

it doesn’t take much for izuku to press his middle and index fingers to your clit—rubbing messy circles onto it as your breath hitches, and his moans start cracking.

“mmh, fuck. fuck. you gonna cum again? make yourself feel good?”

“mhm- mhm! please, pleaseee—”

izuku always, always makes sure to give you a kiss whenever he cums inside of you. swallows down whatever pathetic noise you make when you milk him for all he’s worth, both of your hips twitching helplessly against each other.

by the time he lets you out of that headlock, you’re boneless and melting into the bed, thighs trembling as he pulls out with a gross, wet noise while rubbing your hips in a soothing manner. almost like he’s sorry for fucking you after such a long day.

“ . . . you want me to run the bath?”

“mmh.”

”Religious” shy reader who accidentally moans while on call with Robert as they’re humping their pillow, but instead of being weirded out, Robert tells them to go faster and to not hide a single sound.

High school Robert who starts to realize how inexperienced you are and is oddly turned on by it. He starts loving how he’s the one to make you turn over a new leaf and take your innocence away bit by bit. You didn’t even know how to finger yourself until you let him do it for you.

High school Robert who’s in love with the sounds you make as he’s knuckles deep in you, thrusting his fingers while you’re whining, teary eyed, and begging him to let you have an orgasm. Only for him to take his fingers out and start all over, purposefully make you go crazy

High school Robert who, while wanting to please you like there’s no tomorrow, also wants to tease you and hear you beg for it. You looked fucking breathtaking when you were submissive for him, sucking off the same fingers covered in your cum, cleaning his skin.

High school Robert who’s fucked around with a few classmates and thought he wouldn’t care for sex outside of a meaningless hookup, but starts taking it much more seriously for you (though that doesn’t mean he starts being vanilla)

High school Robert who teaches you all sorts of things like how to suck his dick. You two do it while his parents aren’t home. He’s guiding your head up and down, trying not to thrust into your mouth until he can’t take it anymore and makes you swallow his load. He makes up for it by laying you on his bed and going down on you.

“R-Robert! G-God!”

“Hm?” He mumbles, his lips in the midst of sucking and kissing your clit. “Did you say something, dollface?”

You whimper as his tongue drags across your pussy in one long stroke, slow and lazy. “You’re so mean.” You managed to say.

He chuckled. “And you love it. Fine. Wanna come, baby? I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see the Lord himself.”

High school Robert who starts getting a bit too comfortable and starts getting more daring. He starts putting his hand on your thigh in class or putting on arm around you in the hallway. Everyone stares. He doesn’t give a fuck.

High school Robert who even starts fingering you under the table in the library when you’re trying to help him with his homework. He loves watching how your face heats up and you start stammering. You get so nervous but he doesn’t miss the way you shift your hips so he goes deeper.

High school Robert who won’t peer pressure you to smoke with him but teases you about how your clean little lungs wouldn’t be able to handle a single drag. Determined to prove him wrong, you smoke with him. You last two minutes. He laughs at how you cough but ends up buying you a milkshake or whatever you want when you pout.

“Religious” shy reader who slowly starts getting braver at telling Robert their sexual fantasies. At first they feel awkward but soon they get over the embarrassment. Soon telling Robert all the ways they wanna get fucked is like telling him what they had for breakfast.

High school Robert who loves having sex in his car because he can be as loud as he wants. He starts keeping spare blankets and clothes for you and him in the car just in case you two decide to do the deed.

High school Robert who loves the idea of picking you up after you went to your local place of worship and fucking you dumb. He knows it’s wrong but it turns him on and eventually he confesses. It didn’t take much to convince you to make his fantasy come true.

“Robert! F-Fuck, please!” You begged. His hips thrusted at a godly pace, his length filling you up over and over again. You were getting dizzy.

“Please? Please what baby? Please stop? Please keep going? Please slow down?” Robert purred, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “I can’t keep going if you don’t tell me what you need. Use your words, dollface.”

You swallowed a whine. “P-Please, go harder.” You begged. A wolfish grin spread across Robert’s mouth before he began to piston his hips. His cock made the walls of your pussy flutter and you mewled. “Oh god!” You moaned.

Robert laughed. “No baby. Robert. You call out my name. No one else’s. Not even god. God isn’t the one fucking your cunt and making you scream, is he?” He grunts as he goes faster. “No. I am. You’re mine to fuck. Mine to ruin. Mine to corrupt. You’re not god’s little angel anymore. You’re fucking mine.”

“Religious” shy reader who now screams out Robert’s name every time they come. Robert absolutely loves it.

A/N: Can you tell I’m projecting? Also I lowkey wanna make a fic about this waitttt

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