#tw criminal activity

[maevemedeina]

The better to see you with my dear...

Closed starter @taurusvolkov When: Midday Where: The Kyngeshed

There was a definite sense of lethargy that would be endured in the Kyngeshed. You could see it when you walked in and got an eyeroll from the bar tender. You could feel it when patrons slouched down in their chairs, and you could most definitely smell it. The humid heat had most of the patrons who were capable of it, sweating, both inside and outside of the establishment. It seemed as though everybody responded by wiping their brows and deciding to move as little as possible to avoid further heat production. A lazy solution for a motley crew.

One of those sweating patrons, remaining as stationary as still as possible was Maeve. The golden haired armourer could be found at a picnic table, lying on her back. She had one leg tucked underneath her on the bench, the other dangling lazily off the edge of the table. Stuck to her legs were leather pants, the buttons undone at her hips, and her equally hot, leather boots were discarded on the grassy floor. The worn, linen cloth shirt Maeve typically wore beneath a vest hung loose, and might have billowed in the breeze had there been one. The werewolf's exposed skin glistened with sweat and the blonde, tangled waves draped down one side of the bench, pooling on the grass below, so Maeve could enjoy a little fresh air around her hot neck.

Whether the unseasonably hot whether was natural or the result of some mythical or supernatural's mood swings, was something that had occurred to Maeve as she enjoyed her afternoon amongst other like minded thugs who had packed in work for the day and retired to the pub to drink cheap.

Littering the grassy outback were mismatching chairs, stools, even one hammock. A blend of supernaturals, lazed and lounged in the heat. A haze of smoke cloaked some of the illegal deals that were arbitrarily being conducted between sips and smokes, smirks and half hearted threats. Some, if not all were indulging in something.

Maeve herself had indulged in a little magical enhancement to her vision. It was temporary and mostly safe, traded to her by a nearby elf who now wore Maeve's leather vest in return.

The plan was to meet Taurus after she had finished the multitude of daily tasks it took to maintain the makeshift pavilion she lived in. The heat had pushed her from her work and she found herself at the Kyngeshed several hours earlier than planned. It was for this reason that she decided to treat herself to the eyesight enhancing red soot like substance she now had smeared across her eyes.

A contended smile settled comfortably on Maeve's lips as she admired the almost cloudless sky above her. Had it not been for the glinting axe of her own making, stationed between her legs, Maeve might have resembled something akin to a woman on holiday.

The wolf inhaled deeply, enjoying the mixture of scents around her when Taurus's very familiar, musky scent began to tickle her senses. Guided by the scent, Maeve reluctantly lifted herself up by her elbow and peered around to look for the pack leader, she hadn't expected so soon.

[mcrcosantos]

TASK ONE - Character Intro

Full Name: Marco Gabriel Santos

Nicknames: Santos

Age & Birthday: 38 years; July 25th, 1986

Occupation: Sous Chef at Alvaro's at Paradise Point Resort

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: he/him; cis-male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hometown & length of time in Briar Ridge: Houston, TX, & twenty-seven years

Neighborhood: Downtown

Family: Carlos and Maria Santos (grandparents), Juan Santos (younger brother), Gabriela Santos (niece)

Faceclaim: Miguel Gomez

PINTEREST | CONNECTIONS | PLAYLIST

Trigger Warnings: parental death, child abandonment, criminal activity, prison

Marco Santos has always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. A renowned chef on a one way track to success, his career came to a screeching halt when Marco took the blame for a crime he didn't commit to protect his brother and ensure that Juan could be present in his newborn daughter's life. Marco served jail time for five years, but was released on good behavior. He's been back home for six months now and facing the possibility that his sacrifice might have been for nothing, but could cost him everything.

Marco’s mother died when he was pretty young. From that moment, his little brother, who was just two, pretty much became Marco’s responsibility. Their dad really struggled with providing for his sons on a single income, but when Marco was about 10 years old, he got a job that would finally allow him to make sure they were all comfortable, but would require him to travel a lot. So he sent Marco & Juan to go live with their grandparents in Briar Ridge. Shortly after moving to Briar Ridge, Marco met and befriended the girl next door. They became best friends and remained so for the rest of their childhood.

Marco worked really hard to be the best that he could be at… everything. He studied hard, practiced any and every sport he played as much as he could, even worked as hard as he could at being the best big brother. He wanted to make sure that by the time he graduated from high school, he would have several options to ensure he started making enough money to help his family out. But his brother didn’t have the same goals as Marco and after falling in with the wrong crowd when they were kids, continued on a downward spiral that kept getting him into bad shit

After graduating from high school, Marco managed to get a scholarship to a world famous culinary school in Orlando, Florida. His time in Orlando made him realize that cooking, and simply being in a restaurant environment, were his passion. The eldest Santos thrived while he was there. When he left, he asked the girl next door to keep an eye on Juan, and with the physical distance from constantly looking over his shoulder for his brother, he was finally able to focus and really thrived. When Marco graduated, he got a job working at a restaurant in Orlando. He planned on staying in the city, at least for a couple years and working his way up the ‘ladder’ so to speak. But after receiving a frantic call from his grandmother about how out of control Juan had gotten, Marco packed up his bags and moved back home, feeling like his brother had been and always would be his responsibility

Over the years, Marco has worked at different restaurants in Briar Ridge, until about 8 years ago, he finally got his big break and landed a job at Alvaro’s at Paradise Point Resort & Spa. Despite how bad things were with Juan, Marco’s professional life, at least, seemed to be doing pretty well. Then, things got turned upside down six years ago when Juan got one of his flings pregnant. From the moment his niece was born, Marco fell head over heels. Gabriela, named after Marco in a manipulative attempt to show how much Juan appreciated his older brother, became the single most important thing to him and for that first year she was alive, Marco took care of her just as much as Juan did.

Five years ago, things came crashing down when Marco caught his brother breaking into someone’s house in a wealthier part of town. With Juan already having several priors on his record, Marco went in after him to try to get him to leave, afraid of the repercussions his brother would face if he were caught. A silent alarm was triggered & before they knew it, the cops arrived. Not wanting his brother to miss out on all the time with his daughter, who was just a year old, Marco took the blame so his brother could escape & was arrested in his place. Because it was his first offense, Marco only received 7 years with a chance of getting out on good behavior. He got out after 5 and is now on the path to getting his life back, including trying to adopt his niece who he’s learned his brother basically abandoned after he went to jail.

[rebel-girl-queen-of-my-world]

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Israel has killed over 100 Palestinians during morning prayers at Al-Taba’een School in the Al-Daraj neighbourhood of eastern Gaza City.

Israeli military aircraft targeted the school while worshippers were performing Fajr (dawn) prayers, according to reports from the Palestinian news agency Wafa.

The sheer power of the bombing tore people apart and incinerated what remained. The photos and videos from inside the school are beyond words.

At the time of the bombing, over 6,000 Palestinians were sheltering in the school. The current death toll is expected to rise, with the number of injuries still being counted, though they are anticipated to be in the hundreds.

“The school area is strewn with dead bodies and body parts. It is very difficult for paramedics to identify whole bodies. There’s an arm here, a leg there. Bodies have been ripped to pieces.” - Mahmoud Basal, Gaza Civil Defence.

Israel claims with every heinous war crime that they are targeting Palestinian resistance fighters. However, evidence for this is often non-existent. Even if it were true, in some of these school bombings, the death and injury toll has seen up to 80% of the casualties being children.

Families and children are sheltering in these schools. Under no circumstances is it ever acceptable or legal under international law to bomb a school. Yet, Israel, with the full backing of the US, UK, and Germany, has bombed over 150 schools in Gaza with impunity.

WHEN WILL ISRAEL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR WAR CRIMES?

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[adrift-in-thyme]

Well that was the craziest vacation ever

[pinkpcny]

open to anyone !

“ the fightings stopped, ” diego assures, reaches out a tentative hand in offer, “ you can come out now. ”

[oculiaperticlausi]

— INTRODUCTING DELANEY BROWN

welcome to marina, DELANEY BROWN ( cis woman, she/her ) ! they are a THIRTY-THREE year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for THREE WEEKS and works as a CHEF/BAKER. everyone says they look a lot like LINDSEY MORGAN. what do you think? — ALYSSA, 29, PST, SHE/HER.

b a c k g r o u n d ;

Delany was the only girl born in the Brown family, and the youngest. So, her whole life was consisted of having big brothers who glared at any boy who looked in her direction and lectures whenever she did something wrong.

Her older brother got into more trouble out of the three of them, constantly ending up in jail and her being the one to break him out.

She would do anything for her brothers so when one night her brother ame home with some blood on his clothes, she burned the clothes and everything he was wearing. When the cops came to snatch him up, she lied and gave him an alibi.

After that, she tried her best to make sure she never asked any questions on what he did that night despite the fact it was becoming more evident that her older brothers were getting caught in a gang in their home town.

Little did she expect that when she was twenty, she would find a boy that she would fall madly in love with, the two of them would become partners in crime.

Only, the one thing she should have remembered was there was no happily ever after for the Brown family. Her partner in crime, really became her partner in crime. He would drag her along on all of his criminal activities, robbing people, beating people, selling drugs. He even made her start doing it.

They also began to fight, he would get violent and she just loved him too much to fight so she did whatever he wanted.

At least until she found out she was pregnant, then she tried to leave which he lost it over. She called her brother to come over and then her brother "handled" the problem.

The situation must have been two stressful because she lost the baby a few days later.

She ended up leaving Chicago and now lives in Marina Heights, trying to remain as normal as possible.

c o n n e c t i o n s ;

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hook ups —

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[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: fivel stewart

full name: finley mary coburn

nickname(s) / goes by: finn

pronouns & gender: she/her, cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: august 12th, 1992

birth place: austin, texas

arrival to merrock: late august 2024

housing: historic downtown

occupation: medical examiner

work place: merrock hospital

family: christopher tanaka (father), winona coburn (mother)

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

Finley is the kind of person who keeps her cards close to her chest—always has, probably always will. She doesn’t trust easily, and it shows. People at work call her “stoic” or “cold,” but it’s not that she doesn’t feel things—it’s that she’s gotten too good at hiding them. Growing up around lies taught her that emotions are liabilities, so she learned to bury hers deep. She’s sharp, observant, and meticulous. Her job as a Medical Examiner suits her perfectly. The dead don’t lie, and that’s comforting in its own twisted way. She thrives in the quiet of the morgue, where every cut and bruise tells a story she’s trained to read. She’s not completely heartless, though. Her dry sense of humor slips through when no one expects it, and there’s a flicker of kindness in the way she talks to the bodies on her table, as if they’re the only ones who can keep her secrets. Finley's guarded, but there’s a part of her that longs for connection, even if she refuses to admit it. Loneliness is a familiar ache, one she’s grown used to, but deep down, there’s still a part of her that wonders what it would be like to let someone in.

WRITTEN BY: Will (she/her), GMT.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: parental abandonment, neglect, criminal activity, cultural disconnection, discussion of death & autopsies

Finley "Finn" Coburn was born on a hot August afternoon in 1992, in Austin, Texas. Her mother, Winona, came from Blackfoot roots, though by the time Finley was old enough to understand, most of that culture had been swallowed by the life Winona had built with Christopher Tanaka, Finley's father. Christopher was part conman, part artist, running an illegal forgery operation out of the back room of a rare bookshop. He made a living faking history, creating aged documents, and selling them to collectors who liked the idea of authenticity more than the real thing.

Finley's 's childhood was strange. She didn’t have the kind of upbringing where parents hovered over homework or showed up for every school play. Instead, she learned how to tell real parchment from fake before she even learned multiplication. She spent hours at her father’s desk, watching him use tea to stain paper, how he mimicked centuries-old handwriting. It wasn’t the kind of knowledge most kids had, but in her house, it was normal.

But normal didn’t last. As she got older, Finley realized that everything around her was built on lies. Her father’s charming façade hid a manipulative streak, and her mother, once strong and vibrant, had become a quieter, more fragile version of herself, caught between loyalty and regret.

School became Finley's 's escape. She had a knack for science, especially biology and anatomy. There was something calming about the predictability of the human body. Unlike her home life, there were no surprises in how the body worked—everything had an explanation. She buried herself in her studies, not because anyone pushed her to, but because it was the one thing she had control over.

But when she was seventeen, everything fell apart.

A sting operation targeted her father’s forgery ring. Finley still isn’t sure who tipped them off, but one morning, she woke up to flashing lights, her mother in handcuffs, and her father—gone. He vanished before they could catch him, slipping away as easily as ink on a page. No one saw it coming—not even Finley. In the chaos, she realized how expendable she was in his world. Her mother took the fall, charged with aiding and abetting, while Adrian disappeared without a trace.

Finley was left alone, angry, and more guarded than ever.

With her mother in prison and her father a ghost, Finley doubled down on the only thing she had left—school. She earned a scholarship to Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, packed what little she had, and left Albuquerque without looking back. Baltimore was cold, fast, and unfamiliar, but that was the point. At Johns Hopkins, Freddie buried herself in her studies, keeping to herself and focusing on one goal: control. Her past had been built on lies, but medicine was built on facts, on things she could rely on.

It was during her second year that forensic pathology caught her attention. The idea of solving mysteries hidden inside the human body appealed to her. Dead bodies didn’t lie. They couldn’t. And that was comforting in a world where she’d been surrounded by deception for so long.

Finley graduated with her MD at twenty-six and landed a residency at Massachusetts General Hospital, specializing in anatomic pathology. Residency was brutal, but she liked it that way. Long hours, demanding cases, and the expectation of perfection kept her focused. She didn’t have time to think about the past when she was elbow-deep in an autopsy or piecing together cause of death from fragments of bone.

After four intense years, she secured a forensic pathology fellowship at the Cook County Medical Examiner’s Office in Chicago. It was competitive, but Finley's work ethic and sharp eye for detail made her a natural fit. Chicago was a whirlwind—endless cases, high-profile murders, and a relentless pace—but she thrived in it. She had a reputation for being the one who noticed things others missed, tiny inconsistencies that unraveled entire cases.

Part of that skill came from her childhood. Years of watching her father create perfect forgeries had trained her to see flaws most people would overlook. In Chicago, that ability saved lives, solved crimes, and earned her a level of respect she didn’t know what to do with.

But the past has a way of catching up. Toward the end of her fellowship, whispers started circulating. Someone from her father’s old circle had surfaced, not in person, but in the form of a signature on a death certificate she was reviewing. It was too perfect, too familiar. It rattled her, though she never let it show. It was a reminder that he was still out there, somewhere, still pulling strings.

When the fellowship ended, Finley didn’t take the high-profile job offers that came her way. She wanted out of the chaos. Somewhere quieter. Somewhere where no one knew her name.

That’s how she ended up in Merrock, Maine. It was a coastal town, foggy and quiet, tucked away from the noise of the world. She took a job as the Medical Examiner at Merrock Hospital, working in the morgue. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was steady, predictable. She liked the stillness, the routine, the simplicity of it all.

Now, at thirty-two, Finley's life is calm on the surface. Her days are filled with autopsies and reports, her nights spent with a glass of whiskey and old case files. People in town know her, but not well. She’s the distant, quiet medical examiner—the one who shows up at crime scenes with gloves already on, who speaks in short, clipped sentences, and never sticks around long enough for small talk.

But lately, the past has started bleeding into her present. Cases that feel too familiar. Details in autopsies that don’t add up. It’s subtle, but Finley notices. She always notices.

And for the first time in years, she feels that old, familiar tension—like she’s being watched, like the life she built in Merrock isn’t as safe as she thought. But if there’s one thing Finley knows how to do, it’s survive. The question is, how much more is she willing to lose to keep her secrets buried?

[jamesonxcassidy]

10 Tropes for Jameson Cassidy

“ I chose a road when I was young, in search of fun, temptation won, and all my soul I did surrender, if I had a chance to go back now, would I redeem my moral vows, or would I repeat for my own laughter”

@aurorabayaesthetic @emersonxcassidy

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Yandere batfam or justice league with a reader who’s afraid of strong people/men due to a past abusive relationship? She never wants to feel that powerless and weak again so she actively avoids interacting with anyone stronger, bigger, taller any more than necessary. She doesn’t hold it against other ppl she just has a lot of trauma that she’d rather not work through and feel safe in her little bubble

Hit me Hard and Soft

Synopsis: You get saved by Robin, but not everything is as it seems.

Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader

Tw: All characters aged up, of course; Mentions and descriptions of violence, including physical, psychological, sexual and financial abuse, and Damian fighting criminals (I'm particularly proud of the action scene I wrote); Drugging and being unconscious; Mentions of death of minor characters and suicide; Mentions of past grooming (Reader's ex) and age gap (Reader’s ex, Reader X Bruce, and the batboys age is not mentioned); Implied stalking; Mentions of kidnapping; Reader's very traumatized and weary of everyone; Reader doesn't trust the police; Mention of a panic attack and descriptions of actual panic; Guns and knifes; Mention of cigarettes; Implied needles; English isn't my 1st language.

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Wish I had more interactions between Reader and the batboys here, but I'm more than willing to make a part 2 with the right idea.

General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist

He's back again. You wish you could say you didn't know why he always came back, but you did. The food wasn't that great and it wasn't that close to where he told you he worked or lived. It also didn't help that he always made sure to be served by you. And that he flirted with you.

— Evening, (N/N)! Is there something as sweet as you on today’s menu? — You gave a small and polite laugh.

— Strawberry pie… As always…

It was kinda sad, but mostly scary. If it wasn't for your ex, you would be thrilled to have gotten the attention of Dick fucking Grayson. The whole city knew he was handsome, rich, talented and charismatic. Gotham's sweetheart, Gotham's golden boy. And from your daily interactions, he lived up to the expectations. He was polite even when flirting with you and asking you out. Yet, something held you back.

— Nice! Since you get out in a few, why don't you bring in two slices? One for me and one for you, it's on me, of course. — You shook your head quickly, with an empty heart, just wanting to get away from him as fast as possible.

You were with your ex since you were 17 to 26. Almost 10 years wasted on a dirtbag. He convinced you to leave your friends, to leave your family, to leave your job. As soon as you started living together, you were completely dependent on him. Sometimes you blamed him, sometimes yourself, sometimes the people you had around you, but back then, where you came from, people weren't questioning the imbalance of powers between a 17 year old highschooler with no job and a 23 year old man with a steady job and living alone.

He convinced you that going to college and ending your relationship was the worst decision you could take. Then, that you didn't need your family, he could take care of you. One day, he decided you couldn't have friends.

He often locked you inside the house, cursed your skills and appearance, neglected your overall health, intimidated you, screamed at you, broke your things that he did and didn't pay for. He hurt you physically, even sexually. You knew both dating him and leaving him was hard, you just expected living with the scars was going to be easier.

And it was! You decided to run away from him and to Gotham when you received the news that your mom died and he didn't even want to let you go to the funeral. The grieving made you reflexive and you realized how shitty your situation was. For years you just thought that it would eventually get better, that you just needed to be strong, that he showed he loved you when he wasn't being an asshole, that you couldn't get anything better, that he made you feel special.

You couldn't even go to the police, he was a cop, you knew the chances that in any scenario you would lose. So you ran.

You knew it was dangerous, but you had nothing to lose. If he didn't kill you, you would do it yourself. You made a plan, drugged him, took some of his money, used his house keys, left everything behind for the second time in your life. You didn't waste time asking for help from the people you knew. You took the bus and went as far away as you could.

Your paranoia was so bad that for almost a year, you would settle in a city, work to save up enough, and leave again, rinse and repeat. Eventually, Gotham seemed big and far enough to go by unnoticed.

Or that's what you thought, until Dick Grayson stopped by the diner you worked to have breakfast before going to work, as a cop, and decided you caught his attention.

Since then, he came back everyday. Either breakfast, lunch, dinner, or just to hang out with some family member, usually one of his brothers, his dad appeared with him sometimes too. Your boss loved the attention Bruce and Tim attracted, the two most media active ones, since they both led Wayne Enterprises.

Eventually, even them started appearing multiple times a week. You thought you were healing, until you found yourself crying for almost four hours at home in a panic attack.

You didn't want their attention. Not only was it weird, but they were just so… Superior to you.

They were all taller, more muscular, faster, smarter, richer. It was like reliving the beginning of your relationship at 17, plus 10 times worse. Five because they were five people mirroring your ex, and more five just because of your trauma, experience, negativity and lack of naiveness.

Also, why were they ALL into you??? And they were aware of it! It was weird! Why??

Bruce Wayne was disarmingly charming in his dilf way. Dick was surprisingly accessible. Jason was soft spoken despite his resting bitch face and leather jacket. Tim was cute in a nerdy way. Damian almost made you laugh with his sarcastic humor.

Either way, you never wanted to feel as little as you felt before, so you just did your job, acted polite, but ultimately kept your distance.

Freedom has its difficulties, one of them being that you need money, and for money, you need a job, which means sometimes you have to stay until closing time, at 11 PM, in Gotham.

You're not the only employee to stay so late, but you and your co-worker live in opposite directions, so walking alone it is. They're taking the bus, but you only live two blocks away, so you gulp down your anxiety and keep walking. One hand on your pocket, holding your taser firmly, and keeping your head up, turning to look at every sound.

It's cold, and the street is empty and dimly lit. Some places are so dark that you wonder why you're even paying taxes if the streetlamps won't work.

Two men turn the corner a few meters in front of you, one at least a foot taller, the other, two inches max. They're wearing hoodies and their hands are on their pockets, the light behind them creates a shadow that doesn't allow you to see their faces, nor where they're looking at, but they are coming in your direction.

There's a car, parked between you both. Some people might think at this point it's just paranoia, but you’ve heard stories of people walking next to cars, getting pulled inside by someone who was hiding in there, and getting kidnapped.

Your first instinct is flight, so you turn around, ready to run, even if you look weird in case those guys weren't planning to do anything with you, just to see other two guys emerging from the other corner, those two almost as tall as that first guy. Aside from the smaller one, they're all broad, even with their thick clothes covering them.

One of them has a cigarette on his mouth, which he throws on the ground when you turn your attention to him. Your fear might have caused you to hallucinate, but you're almost sure he's smirking.

You freeze for a second, your only escape is to run to the side, and pray their long legs don't get to you first. You think you hear one of them start hollering at you.

You only take a step to the side, when a loud crash startles you so hard that you have to look behind, while walking backwards to the street. You take a second to process the sight.

Robin is standing in the middle, just a few steps behind where you were standing a second ago. He's at least half a foot taller than all of them, and a lot broader. He's holding the tall one by his neck with his right hand, repeatedly hitting his head against the car’s window.

You're shell shocked, torn between staying put to watch this disaster, as interesting as a car crash, or running away. Gotham is so big that you never thought you would encounter one of its heroes, you weren't sure if you even wanted to.

When the guy seems to stop moving, Robin throws him against one of the other tall ones, the guy practically flies across 2 meters before hitting him, and when he does, they both fall to the ground. You remember all the times when your ex pushed you to the ground.

Your eyes are wide, horrified, watching the shortest guy take a pocket knife out of his pocket. Your throat locks, even if you want to scream for Robin to turn around, you only manage to stare and stay in place, however, the vigilant turns halfway around just in time to grab the guy by his wrist and his arm, just as he launched to stab him. He uses his body’s impulse to push the guy forward, the knife going to the fourth guy's shoulder, you hadn't even seen him get so close to him.

You look at the man from the car, he's still unconscious, the one who got tackled with him, however, is already standing and walking to the fight.

Everything’s happening too fast, you turn to the side to see the guy with the knife on his back on the ground, groaning and twitching in pain, while Robin is punching the shit out of the other guy, movements faster than you could ever dream of achieving. You remember being on the receiving end of someone's fists before.

With a final elbow to the cheek, the guy stumbles to the ground, you don't know what level of consciousness he’s in, by his posture before, you knew he was already compromised since the first hits he took.

Robin doesn't move, doesn't even turn to look at the guy who just fell, he's just looking forward, and when you notice this, you look at the remaining guy.

He's pointing a gun at him.

You don't think you can watch someone get shot in front of you, and you know if he gets rid of Robin, it's over for you. Logically, you knew these vigilantes somehow never die, still, it's counterintuitive to think he won't.

And he doesn't, in the blink of an eye, Robin's on the air, his right boot kicking the gun away, while still on the air, he wraps his legs around the guy's head, bends backwards, puts his hands on the ground, then launches his whole body to the front, the guy getting thrown over him. He falls to the ground, Robin stands on top of him with perfect balance. You don't even have time to process what just happened, the coolest and scariest thing you saw your whole life, when Robin punches him one last time. Now, he's definitely unconscious.

You’ve felt like a bystander this whole interaction, it felt like ages, but in reality all of this couldn't have taken more than 20 seconds, maybe even less than 15. You don't know what to do now. You're theoretically safe, but Robin’s still too big, too strong, too fast. He knocked out four guys without getting touched a single time. He broke a car's window. He threw around two guys who weighed at least 80kg. He's not even panting. And now he's looking at you.

A whimper gets stuck in your throat. You don't know if you should thank him, stay silent, or yell at him to stay away from you. When he takes a step in your direction, your instincts get the better of you and you turn around, running.

You hear him call your name, although your brain doesn't process it. You see headlights and look towards it. It's a car. You don't trust you’ll get help, but at least you're not alone. You run in it's direction, waving your arms and screaming bloody murder.

The car almost hits you, but you don’t process that until the last minute, but you get tackled to the ground just in time by the hero from before. You scream again, he's too close. Now, he's trying to hold you down. You keep screaming and trying to escape. You look to the side and the car just kept driving away, likely the driver wouldn't stay behind to be another victim to Robin's hands. You know you're not being rational right now, those guys are known for helping people, he just saved you, he's still trying to stop you from getting hurt, but you're scared. You've been scared since you were a teenager.

Your eyes burn, your arms and throat hurt, but adrenaline doesn't let you feel anything. Not even the invasion of a needle on your side.

— Was it really necessary? — Tim deadpans Damian, who growls.

— You would have done the same, Drake.

— No, I wouldn't. You were supposed to use the psychological first aid approach and (Y/N) would've calmed down and trust us more in the future. But of course, you never use your brain. — Damian growls, stepping towards Tim, but he is stopped by Dick’s hand resting on his chest.

— Damian, calm down, Tim’s right. You knew better than to sedate them. You knew of (Y/N)’s trauma and you knew the route we wanted to take. — Damian's brows furrowed and he crossed his arms.

— I knew your feelings toward (Y/N) would make you become impulsive again. — Tim looked at Bruce, who was silent, with hands intertwined and elbows on the table, focused on your vitals on the screen and the sight of you laid on the bed on the medbay. — Will you now consider just letting you, me and Dick keep an eye on them during patrol? — Damian and Jason scoffed.

— Why you aiming at me now? It was the demon who gave that guy brain death! — Jason protested and Tim looked at him.

— Just to be sure you won't freak out like him and kill thrice as many people, on purpose this time. — Jason glared at him.

— B, you better add more security measures around (Y/N), before Timbo tries to clone them or something. — He muttered with snark.

Dick shook his head and sighed, going to stand on Bruce's side, crossing his arms and looking at you through the camera with him.

— What's the plan now, B? They're probably waking up soon. — Bruce hummed, relaxing his stance and resting his back against his chair. The silence lingered for a few seconds, everyone just looking at you, waiting for the oldest’s opinion.

Bruce turned around, looking at them.

— … Damian, Tim's right. You were impulsive today and you killed someone, even if it was an accident. I stopped expecting that from you since you were 12, you're an adult now. You not only broke our trust, but (Y/N)’s already shattered trust. They need to know they're safe with us, and drugging them, instead of puting to use more time and effort to bring the comfort to them, is not going to do that. You weren't much different than the man who hurt them tonight. — His father's words were like a punch to Damian's stomach, leaving him speechless. Dick pursed his lips, not turning around as to make it easier to not comfort his brother just yet. Bruce turned to Tim. — Tim, I understand you want to take measures seriously. But you need to give Jason a chance. That was unasked for. — The mentioned blinked, still unacostummed with the treatment he received from his dad when he followed his rules. Tim looked away. Bruce turned to Damian again. — Damian, no patrolling around (Y/N) until you prove we can trust your temper again. — He waited for a confirmation, which came with a sneered lip.

— Yes, father.

Dick looked back a Bruce.

— What about (Y/N)? — He bit his lips. Bruce hummed, turning to look at the monitor again.

— … What do you all think?

— Well… Damian said their name, they might not remember it, but they can't just wake up at home. They’d try to flee from us. We could bring them home earlier, but our ideal plan was to make them come willingly, in the period of at least two years, in the best case. We could leave them at the hospital, and just keep our plan going. — Dick listed the possible strategies they could take. Bruce hummed.

Tim piped up.

— I already altered their phone's algorithm to send the job application as my assistant at Wayne Enterprises to them. And the Wayne Foundation’s application for the internship at Gotham Uni. — Bruce nodded.

— Damian? What do you understand about that? — It was clearly the beginning of his test.

— The more secure in their independence they feel, the easier it is to heal and open themselves up to new opportunities. — Damian exclaimed with confidence. Bruce nodded.

— Jason, are you still interested in college? — Everyone looked at Jason surprised, he was also surprised, he hadn't talked to Bruce about college since before he died.

It took a few seconds to processes what it would mean.

— Uh… I think so?! — Bruce nodded.

— What about me, father? — Damian spoke inquisitively. — I also want more opportunities to get closer to (Y/N)! — Bruce narrowed his eyes at him.

— We will think about that when you're in the clear.

— But-

— That's final. You reap what you sow. — Damian huffed and nodded begrudgingly. — … Now, since Robin was the one to save them, take the batmobile and leave them in the hospital. Then come straight back home. Understood? — Damian clenched his jaw and nodded silently, leaving to get your unconscious body.

Moments later, when you were both out, on the way to the hospital, Tim fiddled with the computer, the scream showed the batmobile’s tracker, your tracker, Damian's tracker, Damian's contact lenses’s camera and the car’s camera. They all looked at him.

— … It's just to make sure…

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how are we feeling about a yandere! platonic! batfamily x neglected! vampire! reader with some heavy v*mpire t*e m*squer*de influece in honor of halloween season?? here's my cringefail concept that i might turn into a fic.

tw: neglect mention, non-con biting, non-con turning since reader isn't given a choice in being a vamp.

you're bruce's firstborn child who's lived in the manor for most of your life, with alfred being your primary caretaker and bruce not giving you much thought throughout your childhood - you're not fit to be robin (though he tried), you're not in the streets of gotham in danger or causing trouble - you're a well-behaved child who never gets in the way and never asks for too much. you understand when he breaks promises, when alfred shows up to special events in his stead because he's too busy with work, too busy being batman, too busy caring for troubled children who need his attention more than you do.

even as you see him make time for his other children, for his romantic affairs - even as the relationships you build with your siblings never goes beyond shallow small-talk and awkward silences, you understand. they have their own lives to worry about, their own issues, so many things they can bond over with each other but not with you. you're not a robin, you're not a vigilante, you're not athetically inclined and even as you do your best to be accomodating and warm, you can never get past their walls.

even when damian arrives and gets more familial bonding with bruce than you ever had, you lower your head and you walk away. you take his berating with a condescending smile and a disappointed sigh that makes him so irrationally angry, because he's a troubled child and he doesn't know any better.

you're ordinary, boring in comparison to them. you fade into the background with and without effort. you're just... easy to forget about. you don't require special care, or guidance, you don't go overboard trying to beat the living shit out of criminals like jason, you don't try to sneak out of the manor like damian. you don't disappoint. you don't impress. you're just... there. when bruce checks up on you, there's a signature smile you've perfected over the years you give him, telling him you're perfectly fine.

and you grow up. you grow distant. a bit of resentment, but you keep it locked deep within your heart. you are a student in gotham university, and you get intern for a big-shot from los angeles who just moved to gotham to expand their business. they shower you with praises and attention, taking you all sorts of places, introducing you to all sorts of people. because your father hid you from the public eye for most your life, the fact you're a wayne goes mostly unnoticed.

there's just one strange detail: it's a full-on night-shift. ironic, you concede, that you couldn't escape the nights of gotham by being a civilian. your family notices it, too: you don't dress like you used to, like you prefer to, there's a waver in your usually composed steps, bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, an apparent mind-fog whenever someone asks you a question, a certain distance in your gaze. you sleep the days away, and the amount of times they've seen you entering and leaving less-than-ideal places (that one nightclub they have noticed suspicious activity on? just what are you doing there?) for a sheltered young adult to be during their patrols is starting to become concerning.

but you swear it's fine. it's all fine. you're fine. stop meddling.

and then there's the night - before any of the batsiblings start to really get a grip on what's going on with you, before bruce can give you a stern lecture on how you're exposing yourself to danger and how he's so disappointed and didn't expect this from you and force you to quit your job and just go back to how you were before - when that eccentric bigshot you're working for brings you to the VIP room at the nightclub, says you have potential, babbles on and on about how far you're gonna go, making you bubble inside with pride and happiness at finally being fawned over for a change.

and then they kill you.

draining you of all your blood, feeding you a bit of theirs before locking you up in a room where you'll be provided with proper refreshments to keep your hunger at bay until you've become a fully-embraced fledgling ready to learn the ins and outs of your new... unlife. you are a wayne, firstborn child of gotham's local billionaire, the camarilla's golden ticket to taking over gotham. they all expect much of you.

meanwhile, the text in alfred's phone says you'll be gone for a while. business trip to paris, your first ever, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity a rich girl with ample privilege and access to private jets couldn't possibly refuse. he doesn't believe it for a second, not even when you call to assure everything is just fine. he knows you're not, everyone knows you're not. there's a tracer in your phone and guess what, you're not in paris.

there is no comeuppance for your sire when the batfamily breaks you out of captivity, as they are long gone by the time the incident is ruled out as a bunch of goons targeting the wayne family for money (nevermind no ransom was ever requested). they'll come back for you, they swear, plans just got... delayed by this preposterous man wearing a bat-suit. until then, do as they taught you, keep yourself fed, don't break the masquerade.

but your newfound freedom lasts exactly a car ride to the wayne manor before you're prohibited from leaving the house for the foreseeable future. when the hunger comes, you can either tell them what happened or let yourself loose with a risk of hurting someone. when the sun shines through the windows and burns your skin, you won't be able to hide it anymore. the choice between your now overbearing family, still unsure how to help you, and the tutelage of your sire, being subjected to all the plans they have for you. the vampires are slowly crawling their way into gotham, and it's only a matter of time before batman becomes a problem.

you remember looking up at the bat signal shining in the dark skies of gotham city and feel a pang of relief in your chest, knowing it had nothing to do with you. now it just makes you feel anxious.

it's ironic, you concede, that you couldn't escape the nights of gotham by being a civilian.

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey not sure if your currently taking requests but I just wanted to I soooooo stoked that you write for Remy! I've been starved for years cuz there's like no fan fics for him😭.

anyway I was wondering if you could do like a fic or headcannon where gambit somehow got hurt on a mission and is on bed rest but is also like really horny because you wont have sex with his since hes hurt.

If not that's fine I just thought it up and thought it would be hilarious 😂. Anyway luv your work, keep it up😘

NSFW!Gambit/AFAB!Reader

MMMMMHHHMMMMMM BESTIE UR MIND. ABSOLUTE GENIUS. I hope that you don't mind I did make it NSFW there at the end but the majority is just teasing our favorite gambler. Also, This is for the folks who were also really attracted to that one scene in criminal minds with the bulletproof vest. iykyk.

TWs: teasing, sexual innuendos, explicit smut, Handjobs, Mutual masturbation, PNV sex. Raw sex. (Wrap it bf you tap it yall) Creampie. Reader written with Fem! pronouns.

"Asolutetly not." You're quick to say it. Gambit pouts as the words leave your mouth, still on the infirmary bed with all the wires and doodads still hooked up to him. He's giving you those scoundrel puppy eyes that he knows you usually give in to, but you're not willing to budge this time.

"No, Remy. I will not be-" You take a quick glance around the room, leaning in a little closer as you begin to whisper-yell at him. "-I will not be having sex with you right now!" Remy sighs in a pitiful way leaning against the headboard in your direction. You can’t begin to look him in the eyes right now, instead lightly pushing his face away from your spot, sitting close to his bed on a chair that you had moved from the corner. His pout turns into an amused smile, as he instead takes your hand in his own, moving it down to press a kiss to your palm. You try not to blush at him. You’re supposed to be standing strong, dammit! 

  "Come on, Chère. S' not like it's gonna make Gambit hurt any worse-” You cut him off by lightly slapping his abdomen. Remy immediately flinches, curling in on himself with a pained groan. You feel a little guilty afterward, flattening your palm to rub the area soothingly.

    “Yes, it would. Remy, I could seriously hurt you. You heard beast, any vigorous activity could rip your stitches.” You say, moving to where you can sit on the bed, facing him. You cup the side of his face, gently moving stray locks out of the way. He rolls his eyes, not at you, but at the memory of the talking-to he got when he had woken up in the infirmary. 

    “Never stopped me before. Since I been with the X-men it’s like everythin’ become a big deal. So what if I rip a few stitches here an’ there?” Remy grumbles. You give him a stern look, before leaning in to kiss his temple. He melts into your touch.

    “It is a big deal, Remy. You need to heal. End of discussion.” You say gently. Remy thinks on it for a moment, before giving you a slight smirk. 

    “And by “end of discussion” you really mean “Until Gambit tempts me into bed”, Right?” He says. You roll your eyes at him before standing. If that’s the attitude he’s going into these next weeks with, you know for a fact he’s going to be insufferable.

    You were right. The incoming weeks were almost as much torture to you as they most definitely were to him. Wherever you went in the mansion, Gambit was sure to follow. He’d be in the kitchen while you would be cooking, unable to help due to doctor's orders, but no one ever said that he had to stay out of the kitchen. He’s come up behind you, snaking his arms around your hips as he’d “Give you pointers”. He’d lean close and whisper in your ear, sometimes giving it a nip or two. But one thing about Gambit is that every time you turned him away, or laughed at him and told him to sit down, he’d get pouty. 

    That was a trend that continued. He’d deliberately go out of his way to tease you, on movie night, in the library, in the showers even. And every time, despite how hot under the collar you might have been, you turned him away. The more bothered you seemed to be however, his pouts turned into smirks. Eventually, you got fed up with it. You were trying to be a good girlfriend and make sure Remy didn’t hurt himself, but if he was going to be a brat about it, you could be a brat too.

    You started off a little more subtly than Remy did. Lingering touches here and there, kissing him just long enough to leave him wanting. You’d wear just a tad less clothing around him, or wear slightly lower-cut tops. You were beginning to realize just how easy it was to get him riled up.

    One particular day, the tension was thick in the air, having coalesced into something barely breathable. Remy was lying back on the bed on his elbows as you redressed his wound, making sure to spread ointment onto the healing stitches and care for the skin. You frequently found yourself drawn to the sight of his lower abs, the large bruise having begun to yellow as it healed. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't seen his skin in a while, but the sight of him had you breathing a little funny. Remy was also a little quieter than normal, unable to look away from your gentle hands as you took care of him.

    Once you finished, you lingered by his side, a hand pressed against his chest. You look up to find him already watching you, but neither of you says anything. You purse your lips, debating on whether or not you’re doing what you think you’re about to do. Remy tilts his head at you questioningly. He opens his mouth to speak but fails to do so as your hand trails down to his waistband. He takes a shocked breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he’s looking at you again through a lustful haze. 

    “Thought you said-”

    “Shut up.” You sigh, cutting him off. Remy smirks at you, biting his lip. You roll your eyes, caressing the crotch of his pants a few times before you begin to slip them off of him.

    “Don’t get too excited.” You whisper, but really it sounds more like a needy sigh. “Just a handy, okay?” Gambit huffs a laugh at you, but doesn’t tease. He's practically bucking his hips into your hand when you finally take hold of his cock, stroking him to hardness. You can’t seem to look away from the sight, watching as his abdomen clenches with every stroke from base to tip. You twist your hand on the upstroke, listening as Remy lets out a curse and a sudden moan just as you thumb his head, collecting his abundant precum as you use it to stroke back down again. 

    “You’re really pent up, huh?” You ask in a heated whisper. Remy’s head is tilted back in pleasure, and he huffs in amusement as he cracks an eye open at you. His hand slides up your thigh, Your legs being pressed against each other tightly to find some friction. You gasp as he suddenly slides two of his fingers up the inside seam of your pants, and you can practically feel yourself get wetter at the touch. 

    “Looks like I’m not the only one.” Remy hums. You can’t seem to pull away from him as he continues to stroke you. The air is hardly breathable, and the burning in your chest and your core starts to become too hot to ignore. 

    “Fuck it.” You say. Remy is confused when you let go of him, only to break into a wide smile when he realizes you were beginning to strip. The shirt is first to go, before your bra, and then your jeans and underwear. Remy wolf-whistles at the sight, and you wave him off, embarrassed. 

    “Couldn’t stay away from the temptation of Remy LeBeau, Now could you Chère?” Remy muses. He’s such a goof. You try to hide your smile as you carefully straddle his legs, making sure to avoid his sore spots. One of his hands holds onto your upper thigh, the other making its way to your center. He strokes you languidly with his fingers before circling your slit and pushing two inside. You suck in a breath, careful to set your hands on his shoulders without putting any weight onto them. 

    “Looks like this pretty pussy missed me as much as I missed you,” Remy says breathlessly. His eyes flicker from your cunt up to your bare breasts, and then to your flushed face. You feel like you’re falling apart too quickly, already climbing that high as he fingers you with those hands you love so much.

    “Remy,” You call for him breathlessly. “ m’ not gonna last too long.” Remy can't help himself any longer, and pulls you closer to catch you in a passionate kiss. He drags his teeth across your bottom lip, letting go of the plush skin. He doesn't withdraw his fingers until your thighs begin to shake and you start to clench down on him. You whine as he does so, barely holding your composure. Remy takes your hand off of his cock, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before gently dragging your hips further into his lap. Your mind is hazy, but you know to be careful as he lines himself up.

    “If we're going to do this, we're taking it my speed, okay?” You say. Remy nods, barely taking in the information. He was ready to be inside you. After weeks of nothing- all he could think about was you. Your giggles, your smiles. Your body. The way you taste on his tongue. The feeling of your thighs clenching around his head.  Remy would do anything you asked of him at this moment.

    You take it slow as you lower yourself down on his cock. The stretch of him feels delicious against your inner walls. Remy leans in, kissing and sucking on your breasts as you take your time. He bottoms out with a wet sound, his hands resting against your upper thighs.

    Remy curses as you begin to move, bouncing on his cock somewhat slowly. Even in the haze of your lust, you're worried about hurting him. Remy, on the other hand, doesn't share the same sentiment. His hands clench around your thighs, and when he can't seem to take the slow speed anymore, he slams you down onto him.

    You gasp at the action, and apologies spill from his lips as he tilts you forward, knocking your balance so you're forced to lean onto him as he controls the pace, eagerly thrusting into your heat. 

    “Remy-” Your protests are cut off with a kiss as your favorite scoundrel begins to take exactly what he wants. His grunts and moans beneath you send another trickle of warmth inside of you. To be honest, seeing him take control like this was hot- almost hot enough for you to forgive the fact that he was certainly overexerting himself- but it was hard to be mad at him when he's fucking you so good.

    One thing about Remy is that he's a talker in bed. If anything, you were surprised he was as “quiet” as he had been the majority of the time. But once he started to get closer to his peak, Remy began to ramble. 

    "You think you're smart? -Ah! Teasing me like that.. mmh… expecting me to just take it?" You're not really paying attention to his words, nodding in response while only thinking about his steady grip on your thighs and ass and the peak you're reaching so quickly. Remy squeezes you harder, almost harshly as he begins to take you faster. His hips begin to stutter, thrusts starting to do him in one by one. 

    Remy lets out a loud groan as he reaches his peak, burying himself deeply inside you and thumbing your clit. He continues to thrust as he helps you reach that white-hot peak of pleasure, pressing kisses to your temple as you ride it out on top of him. By the time you're both fully finished, you're panting for air. You're fully collapsed onto Remy's chest, Remy being absolutely boneless as he rests against the headboard. 

    “You’re such an idiot.” You say when you finally have enough sense. Remy just chuckles, continuing to press kisses to every part of your face and neck he can reach. You sigh happily as he does so, pressing some of your own kisses to his shoulder.

    When you finally peel yourself off of his chest, the first thing you check in on is his bandages. You scowl when you see that they've been soaked through with sweat, but more concerning is the spot of red that has started to form. You look up at Remy with narrowed eyes, and he quickly looks down as well, before looking back up at you and simply shrugging with a gleeful smile.

    “Casualty of love, Chère.”

[best-of-yandere]

Mafia AU with platonic yandere Superfam

NO MINORS 18+ ONLY

TW: mentioned death (human & animal), non-sexual breastfeeding mention, surveillance, various "light" punishments mention, slight infantilization, platonic yandere

It starts with Clark and Lois deciding to have another child. They have Jon, and Connor, of course, but they miss having a baby in their arms.

As soon as they hold you in their arms at the hospital, they're in love. It's different with you; it only takes a single coo for them to be wrapped around your chubby little fingers.

When they bring you home, you quickly win the hearts of your siblings. Fights have been started between them over who's your favorite.

You never sleep alone. As a baby, Clark and Lois keep you in their arms at night. When you grow older, your siblings are allowed to have you with them at night. A schedule is quickly devised over who gets you what nights. You do have your own room... you're just never in it.

As you grow older, it becomes apparent you're not suited for the "family business". You still cry over a bird hitting the window; insisting on nursing it back to health, only to become inconsolable when it dies.

They're ok with that. What they do is dangerous, and you're too precious to them to be put in harms way. They decide to keep the truth of what they do from you, telling you they're both reporters to explain their long hours and traveling.

You grow up sheltered, a mafia princess with no idea you are. You're not allowed to leave the compound, but you're given everything you want... except freedom. It wears on you, the lack of freedom and personal space. One of the family is always around you, and when they're not, trusted bodyguards follow you around. You beg off to your room to get at least a little alone time, unaware of the cameras and microphones lacing your room.

But they couldn't keep the truth from you forever. One day, you see Connor killing a grunt, and sweet, sheltered you runs in fright. You don't even make it to the compound's front door. Having seen you trying to escape, Jon is quick to grab you and carry you back inside. You cry, trying to tell him what Connor did, how you both have to get out of there; it breaks his heart to see you so scared! He'll take you to the family room, shushing your cries and wiping away your tears, while he waits for the rest of the family to arrive.

When they do, there's no explaining it away. They come clean, at least about their real careers. You can't accept it; your loving family; murderers, criminals? When you eventually you wear yourself out, calmed down from the exhaustion, Clark and Lois tell you that nothing has to change. They're still your family who loves you very much and would do anything for you.

You're already restricted from business areas of the compound and under heavy surveillance, so the only major changes to your life is them taking away your access to electronics so you can't ask for help. That, and Connor's newfound clingyness. He wants so badly to be your beloved, cool older brother again, that he's constantly with you, trying to get you engaged in activities with him. He'll sneak you video games and junk food to try to get in your good graces again, so things can go back to how they used to be.

Lashing out at them due to your circumstances is a good way to get punished. They'd never lay a hand on you, but they're not afraid to show you just how much freedom you've been afforded until now.

An escape attempt will earn you an escort in the bathroom and shower. Trying to hurt them will put cuffed mittens on your hands. Trying to hurt yourself will get you sedated.

Stars forbid you try a hunger strike; Lois is more than willing to take your food into her own hands. She'll start breastfeeding you again, sedating you, so you'll be compliant. Once she does, though, even if you agree to start eating again, she'll still insist on feeding you herself, treating you like a baby. She'll cut up your food and spoonfeed you each bite, taking turns with Clark for each meal time. They both missed feeling so close to you in this way, and in her and the family's eyes, there's really no reason for you to grow up.

Not when they're always going to be there to take care of you - even if you don't want them too. You may not have freedom, privacy, or bodily autonomy, but you have your family. Forever and ever and ever...

[kenobers]

is this love? | jason todd x sionis!reader

but first free palestine !! You started hooking with Jason Todd, the second eldest Wayne child, so that both of you could royally piss off your father, Roman Sionis. Now that you've accomplished that, you're still hooking up. And spending the night. Frankly, you are quite sure what this is anymore. But you know you like it. tw: Post-sex setting, brief description of sexual activity, reader has a lot of anxiety and was maybe homeschooled as a child, mentions of poor father-daughter relationships, fem!afab!reader a/n: Surprise, I like Jason Todd too. This was inspired by this ask on gliverrwrites' blog! In hindsight, it might've been kinda weird of me, but i couldn't get the concept out of my head. thank you to gliverr and anon! please check out their blog!

There was no greater "Fuck You" you could give your father than the sigh of satisfaction that escaped your lips as your head hit the pillow.

However, Roman Sionis and all his misdeeds had been wiped from your mind in favor of the man panting above you.

You were certain that there was no work of art more beautiful than Jason Todd at this very moment. His green eyes flashed before fluttering shut, no doubt following suit with his head as it rolled back. The shock of white hair had been made curly by sweat and the comb of your fingers. His mouth hung open and uttered a string of praises for you - although the only coherent words you could make out were "good" and "beautiful". Still, they passed like poetry through his lips, which were puffy and delightfully red from contact with your own.

It was so polite of him to let you cum first so you could witness this masterpiece. Even if it was through your own post-Jason haze.

Jason's forehead came to rest on yours as his hips stuttered against yours and an all too familiar warmth coated your thigh. You took the opportunity to brush wet black and white strands of hair out of his handsome face. His eyes peered open again as he caught your hand in his own. For a moment, you expected him to smack it away, but instead he brought your palm to his lips and kissed it.

"My beautiful girl."

Even when he had melted the rest of your naked body into jelly, he still managed to turn your stomach into butterflies.

Now he pressed a kiss between your eyebrows.

"Gimme just one second, baby," he panted before rolling off of you. You sighed again as cool air hit your sticky skin, however, an anxious knot began to form in your stomach as your lover disappeared into the bathroom.

What if he left out the window? What if you never saw him again? What if this was just a one time thing to get back at your father for the countless number of things he'd done to Jason's family?

But it would be incredibly silly if he did all this just to leave you in his apartment, especially considering this was far from the first time you'd slept together. Besides, wasn't the should-be-enemies-with-benefits what you had wanted this whole time?

You turned on your side to watch him in the bathroom, subconsciously rubbing the slick between your thighs together. Jason swore as his toe collided with something. You giggled as you realized it was his Red Hood mask, the gleaming metal winking at you in the yellow light.

Jason glanced over his broad shoulder and grinned at the sound of your giggles. He brushed his sticky hair back, giving you a prime view of his sharp canine. You shivered thinking about the mark it had left on your neck earlier. He turned the faucet on and ran something under it, then turned back to you, flicking the bathroom light off.

He really was an imposing man, you noted. 6'2 and built like an ox. To you, he looked like a statue with the way the moonlight streaming though the window illuminated his bare hip and ribs, painting them a comforting shade of blue. If he hadn't just fucked you silly, you would've imagined how scary he must be to a criminal in a dark alley.

The bed dipped as your statue sat beside you. He gently rolled you back onto your back, then began rubbing your thighs down with a warm washcloth.

"You feeling alright, doll?"

He must've asked that a handful of times while he had your legs hooked over his shoulder. You couldn't recall a time when anyone else had checked in with you during or after sex.

You nodded, only to have your words replaced with a sharp hiss as the washcloth brushed over your still sensitive pussy. The administrations stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, baby," Jason apologized, although he couldn't hide the amusement on his face. "I'll be gentler next time."

You snorted, "don't go making threats now."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. Heat rose to your face as you tasted yourself on his soft lips. You let out a whine when he parted and rose again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin' back. Hold your horses, lady," he teased, waving his hand dismissively. You rolled your eyes playfully. Like he had any room to judge someone for their dramatics.

He wiped himself down with the washcloth before dropping it in his hamper, where your torn panties hung over the side. He'd promised to buy you a much more expensive pair to make up for it. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxes and tossed you a pair.

You sat up and just as you had wriggled them over your hips, Jason was ready with one of his t-shirts. You put your arms up and let him slid the worn fabric over your torso - not missing the way his eyes stopped to admire the way Black Canary's logo looked over your bare chest.

"You sure you're alright? You're so quiet," Jason asked, sliding in next to you. You laid back, resting your head against his chest as you breathed in the lingering scent of sex, leather and aftershave. His skin was soft beneath your finger tips, their smooth path only interrupted by a patch of hair or a scar.

You remembered the first time you'd hooked up with him, before you had accidentally caught him with the Red Hood mask. You assumed the autopsy scars were some sort of dark humor tattoo. You told yourself you couldn't catch feelings for a guy with a weird ass tattoo like that.

And now you were still in his bed. Wearing his shirt. And his underwear. Knowing his secret identity. With plans to get breakfast in the morning.

At what point had this gone beyond simply pissing off Roman Sionis? Both you and Jason had just wanted to get back at your father by fucking in his warehouses. But now you had your own space on his bathroom counter. You were staying the night after sex. You whined when he pulled away from you.

Above all else, he was so kind to you. But beneath the sarcasm and snark, he had been kind from the get-go. It was you that had acted like a rotten, spoiled brat. The more time you spent with him, the softer you got.

Jason squeezed your shoulder lightly, murmuring your name. You looked up at him dumbly. His brows were furrowed in concern as he ran the tip of his finger over your cheekbone.

"What's the matter, bub?"

You shook your head.

"'m just tired. And lost in thought, I guess."

"Oh?" He hummed, brushing your jawline. "Whatcha thinkin' about, pretty girl."

You pretended to think for a moment.

"Hmm, just about how tired I am. Ya really know how to wear a woman out, Todd."

"Well, if I recall correctly, you said-"

"I know what I said!" you cut him off with a mock defensiveness, pretending to smack his chest as he snickered. Once more, he covered your hand with his own large one, this time pressing it to his heart.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, lost in each other's touch. You started to wonder if this is what love felt like; safe and warm and blissed out. You tried to push the thought out of your mind.

"Seriously though," Jason said, his voice low. "Did I go too far tonight? Are you actually okay?"

If you had been anyone else's daughter, you were certain that you would've started crying.

"I'm...I was just thinking..." you took a breath. In your defense, this kind of tender-love-and-care wasn't in your DNA. "I'm just...I'm lucky to have you, Jaybird."

"This isn't about to be a 'but comma' statement, is it?"

"A 'butt comma'?"

"Yeah, you know, 'you're great and all, but..."

You shot straight up, now hovering over him anxiously.

"Oh God, no!" You said, your eyes the size of saucers as you shook your head. Oh Lord, if he couldn't already tell you were emotionally unstable. You fell back on your heels, ringing your hands nervously. "Unless you want it to be..."

Now Jason sat up, taking both of your hands in his, running his thumbs over your knuckles.

"No, no, pretty girl. I don't want that."

There was no malice behind his green eyes. No mocking tweak in his slit eyebrow. No violence in his grip.

You sighed in relief and allowed Jason to lay you back down. He wrapped his thick arms around your waist and pulled you into him. You were thankful for the way he tucked your head into the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassment at the emotional outburst.

Jason kissed the top of your head, "actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to come to the Manor with me on Sunday. Family dinner stuff."

You peered up at him, "Would I be, y'know, welcomed there?"

"Of course," he promised. "Look, if there's any group of fuckers that can empathize with daddy issues, it's these fuckers. Damian'll probably give you shit, but you could've been birthed by the Pope and he would give you shit. But he knows you're cool."

"And Mr. Wayne?"

Jason chuckled, sending a soft vibration through you as his dark chest hair tickled your cheek.

"Believe it or not, it was B's idea to invite you. I think he's curious."

"Probably want to vet me," you grumbled, half joking, half painfully serious.

He laughed again, "baby, if Bruce had reason to be suspicious of you, he would've launched and concluded an investigation by now. He knows you're not your dad. I know I talk my shit about him, but trust me, he gets it."

You were about to ask if Batman had been keeping tabs on you when Jason continued.

"Plus, you know," he shrugged. "He knows you make me happy."

Oh, your heart stopped for a second.

Oh, that wasn't a bad thing.

Jason wanted to take you to dinner with his family. Not because he was a Wayne and you were a Sionis and the situation was inherently funny (and bound to set your old man off). But because you made him happy.

And fuck it, he made you happy too.

That might be love, actually.

"Well, if you insist," you nestled closer to him. "Then it's a date."

[zenyyyluvyuu]

Depth of the ocean {3}

Chapter: (1) (2) (3) (4)

[Yandere romantic jason todd x mermaid reader + platonic yandere batfam]

Tw/cw: kidnapping, violence

Author note: now I have considered that the reader will eat fish, the food chain. The bigger fish eat smaller fish. This chapter is prob short, sorry 😞

Morning was like usual, you wake up, greet your pet and eat breakfast. It was a peaceful morning.

You go out of your little cave, continuing your habit collecting some pretty sea shells. Your mind wanders to that man. Jason. You really want to tell him your name but you can't make out the words correctly, it's gibberish. You only know your own kind language.

You remember when you were a kid, your mom didn't let you roam to the shore. She says humans sometimes were evil. But you with your naive mind, couldn't listen to that.

You eventually roam to the shore, silently. Your focus was on the humans that walk, chilling and any activity they do. You were fascinated.

You want to be friends with them but you can't. You still remember that one of your relatives is friends with some not so kind human.

He disappeared after being friends with them. Your mother said he may get eaten by the humans, she says some humans still believe that a merfolk meat will give them immortality but in reality your kind was just a flesh like other fish, nothing special.

With that you hesitate, you're afraid they might take you away.

You shake your head. You take the last piece of the sea shells, and come back to your home to make another piece of jewelry.

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Now jason.

Was smiling all the time, observing at the sea shells necklace you made just for him. He holds the sea shells.

Feeling the hard shells in his hand. Admiring it.

"he's been looking at that necklace for 2 hours" Stephanie whispered out loud to the duke.

"hmm maybe he's just in love?" Duke replied with a low voice.

"yeah the mermaid made his heart melt, i can see it" tim also replied out loud.

The peace of him admiring the necklace was shattered. Annoyed. He snapped his head to the people that have been calling him without even lowering their voice.

"can you mind your own business? I'm just admiring her hardwork"

"yeah, for two hours jason. Two hours." Stephanie says with an annoyed look.

"that's not even that bad, you're just jealous she gave me a necklace." He turns his head to the necklace.

"your obsessed"

"shut up"

With that Stephanie and duke snicker. Tim is just there, looking at his laptop.

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Uhhm

Okay you didn't know how you manage to get stuck in a net. In an abandoned dock, alone. You tried to bite it but it was no use. The net is thick.

You struggled all you can the net still didn't budge.

All you wanna do is just explore.

It starts with you having an idea while making some jewelry sea shells. You saw an abandoned dock while hunting for sea shells.

So You decide to explore the dock, you're just curious about it.

So when you arrive at the dock. It's full of abandoned stuff, and then you see a net. Curious about it, you start to touch and eventually you play it.

The net is thick and you can bring it to your home for you to decorate it in your cave.

The next thing you knew is stuck. Yeah you're stuck in the net. you tried to get out of the net, but is really stuck on your tails.

"oh who do we have here?.."

You flinch at the sounds, there's a people here? You frantically tried to get out of the net. But your really stuck.

Then a shadow loomed on your frame. Your breath hitches, you slowly look up.

Another people, but they don't look friendly like jason. Some of them look scary. You stare at them, already terrified. Vulnerable.

Another people, a group of a bunch of petty criminals. Looking at you like you were a treasure.

"dude i thought mermaids were just fairy tales.."

"Well it is not, after you see the real one.."

"look at those shiny tails"

"boss is gonna like it"

One of them tried to touch you but you managed to scratch him. "Ahg! Oy! Help me tie this bitch, not just stare at" the man one with a beard yell at his friends.

They then help the man to tie you, you scream, kicking with your tail, scratch and even bite. But you cannot fight alone with more than one man.

Eventually you were bound with the tie, you still struggle but one of them manages to hit you on the head and blood trickle from your temple. They throw you in the van, you feel so dizzy.

You lift your head to look at them one last time. You saw their face. Those mocking faces.

"goodnight fishy" they close the door of the van.

That's the last thing you knew before you went unconscious. Your head was throbbing.

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Hiya everyone, sorry for taking too long to update the chapter, i hope you still like this fic🔅🔅🔅

[buldakcorn]

[IMYJ-1111] Heroine in Grave Danger! The Fall of Sailor Pluto

LOONA/LOOSSEMBLE Yeojin x Monsters

Genre : (TW) Dubcon, JAV-inspired, Superheroine, Electrocution, Mindbreak, Sweaty Sex, Gangbang, Monster Cock, Overstimulation, Triple Penetration,

9141 words

As dawn broke over the bustling metropolis, the usual hum of activity began to resonate through the concrete jungle. The neon lights that had once cast a vibrant glow over the city streets gradually dimmed, making way for the early morning sun. In a modest apartment nestled between towering skyscrapers, Im Yeojin stirred from her sleep. Her night had been anything but ordinary—as Sailor Pluto, she had single-handedly thwarted a heinous plan to steal the city's time itself.

The criminals, a mysterious group known only as the Time Snatchers, had sought to plunge the world into an eternal nightmare of stagnation and chaos. With her trusty Garnet Rod and her unyielding sense of duty, she had sent them reeling into the depths of oblivion, restoring the flow of time and granting the city's inhabitants another chance at a brighter future.

But as Yeojin stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she was keenly aware that she had to juggle two very different lives. In just a few hours, she would transform from the guardian of the underworld to a mild-mannered office worker. She had to keep her secret identity under wraps, ensuring that her colleagues never suspected that their punctual and diligent coworker was the very heroine who had saved them from the clutches of temporal despair.

The delicate balance between her two worlds was a constant challenge, one she faced with the same determination she brought to her battles as Sailor Pluto. With a deep breath, she donned her business attire and set off to conquer the day ahead, her secret identity nestled safely beneath her square glasses and the surface of her mundane existence. Little did the city know that their salvation was just a coffee break away.

The office buzzed to life as the clock struck 9, and Yeojin, still half in her Sailor Pluto mindset, found herself lost in the sea of paperwork on her desk.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when her coworker, flicked on the small TV mounted in the corner of their shared office space. The news blared to life, displaying scenes of panic and chaos at the city square.

Her heart skipped a beat as the newscaster reported a brazen attack by a monstrous creature and its goon squad, leaving a wake of destruction in their path. The mood in the room grew tense as the images of terrified citizens flashed across the screen. Yeojin's eyes widened with recognition—this was no ordinary street brawl.

She knew all too well the eerie aura that clung to the monsters she battled as Sailor Pluto. The Time Snatchers had returned, and it was clear they had not abandoned their nefarious goals. With a silent vow to protect her city once again, Yeojin felt the transformation stirring within her.

Yeojin's pulse quickened as she excused herself from her colleagues, her mind racing with the gravity of the situation. She swiftly made her way to the rooftop of the office building, the solace of the early morning air offering a brief reprieve from the tension building within her. Gripping her Garnet Rod tightly, she recited the sacred incantation that would empower her transformation. A burst of light enveloped her, and as it faded, she stood tall in her Sailor Pluto uniform—a stark contrast to the dull office attire she had worn just moments before.

The blue crop top and skirt fluttered in the gentle breeze, her knee-high socks adorned with the symbol of Pluto's power, and her brunette hair now adorned with a fiery red bow. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her duty press upon her once more. With a graceful leap, she cast aside her glasses, and as they tumbled to the rooftop, so too did the last vestiges of her civilian identity. Her eyes, now a piercing shade of blue, surveyed the chaotic scene unfolding below.

Time had once again been disrupted, and she was the only one who could set it right. With a powerful beat of her heart, she launched herself into the sky, her transformation complete. Sailor Pluto was on her way to face the Time Snatchers.

Sailor Pluto descended upon the city square with the force of a meteor, her arrival shaking the very foundation of the concrete playground the Time Snatchers had claimed as their battleground. As she hit the pavement, her fist connected with a tremendous thud, sending a shockwave that toppled the nearby goons like bowling pins. The monstrous creature and its minions, caught off guard by her sudden appearance, paused in their destruction to gaze upon the new threat.

Yeojin felt the power of Pluto surge through her veins, her eyes narrowing with the unyielding determination to protect her city. Rising to her full height, she called upon the ancient guardian within, her voice echoing through the square as she announced her intentions,

"I am Sailor Pluto, protector of the underworld and the keeper of time! I shall not let you desecrate the flow of time any further!" The creature snarled, its eyes flashing with malice, as the battle for the city's future was about to commence anew.

The monstrous leader of the Time Snatchers, a creature that stood a towering ten feet tall with a grotesque grin, sneered at Sailor Pluto's declaration. "A mere mortal dares to stand before us?" it bellowed, its deep, echoing voice laced with amusement. It gestured to its minions, who cackled in agreement, pointing at her diminutive form.

Yeojin, despite her smaller stature, remained unfazed. She knew all too well that true power did not stem from size but from the unyielding spirit that resided within her. With a grace that belied her compact frame, she raised her Garnet Rod high, its gem pulsing with an eerie light that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of time itself. Her eyes gleamed with a fierce resolve that sent a shiver down the creature's spine, hinting at the formidable force she was about to unleash.

The monster's overconfidence was about to be its undoing, as Sailor Pluto, the guardian of the temporal realm, was more than prepared to teach it a lesson it would never forget.

"My goons, attack!"

The goons, emboldened by their leader's command, charged at Sailor Pluto like a horde of maddened bulls. She deftly dodged their clumsy advances, her movements swift and precise. Each evasion was a dance with fate, every step calculated to bring her closer to the monstrous leader. The creature watched with growing irritation as its minions were sent flying with a graceful twirl of her Garnet Rod. The air around her grew thick with anticipation as she gathered her power, the very essence of time bending to her will.

In a flash of bluish-white light, she unleashed a powerful blast, "Chronos Typhoon!" The goons were sent spiraling into the sky, their shrieks piercing the air as they were dispersed like leaves in a tornado. The creature, caught off guard by her sudden display of strength, took a step back. Its smug grin had vanished, replaced by a snarl of fury. It knew then that it had underestimated her. The battle was far from over, but the Time Snatchers had just caught a glimpse of the true power of Sailor Pluto—a power that would not be so easily dismissed.

The creature grew in size, its eyes burning with a dark, malevolent energy. The ground trembled as it raised its arms, ready to unleash an attack of its own. Sailor Pluto's grip on her Garnet Rod tightened, her stance unyielding. She was ready to face whatever horrors this being had in store, her eyes never leaving the monstrous visage that now loomed over her. The fate of the city hung in the balance, and she was the only one standing between the Time Snatchers and their ultimate goal.

The creature's attack came swiftly, a black tendril of shadowy energy that threatened to swallow her whole. But Sailor Pluto was not one to back down. With a swift pivot, she sliced through the tendril with her Garnet Rod, the energy dissipating into a shower of sparks. The creature roared in anger, its true form momentarily revealed—a twisted amalgamation of time and darkness.

Yeojin felt a surge of adrenaline as she recognized the true enemy she faced—Chronos, the god of time itself, an enemy she once fought, corrupted by an unknown force. This was no ordinary fight; she was battling the very fabric of time that she was sworn to protect. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her shoulders, but she pushed aside her fear. This was her duty, and she would not fail.

With renewed vigor, Sailor Pluto leaped into the fray, her crimson bow fluttering like a banner of defiance. Her eyes never left Chronos's, a silent promise that she would not rest until time itself was restored to order. The battle raged on, a spectacle of light and shadow playing out in the heart of the city as the fate of everyone she knew and loved hung precariously in the balance.

Chronos, the corrupted god of time, took a malicious delight in the moment, its dark eyes glinting with victory as it shot forth a beam of condensed temporal energy. Sailor Pluto, ever the agile warrior, attempted to dodge the attack with a graceful leap.

But the beam, as if it had a mind of its own, curved and struck her squarely in the crotch. The Chronos's sadistic laughter filled the square as Sailor Pluto crumpled to the ground, the searing pain in her crotch causing stars to dance before her eyes.

A defeated goon, witnessing her momentary vulnerability, took the opportunity to scuttle away, his mission a failure but his survival instincts sharp as ever.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and for a moment, Yeojin felt the weight of her dual lives threaten to crush her. But she knew she could not let this be the end. Drawing upon the deep reservoir of strength that had carried her through countless battles, she pushed herself back to her feet, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her uniform clung to her body, slightly singed from the attack, but she was not broken—not yet.

Summoning the last of her strength, Sailor Pluto stood tall, her eyes blazing with the indomitable spirit of Pluto. With a battle cry that seemed to shake the very air, she raised her Garnet Rod and pointed it at the monstrous Chronos, the gem at its tip pulsing with a fiery light. The creature, surprised by her resilience, took a step back, its grin faltering. Yeojin knew this was her moment—her chance to reclaim the city's future. She whispered the words of her ultimate technique, "Dead Scream!"

The power of the attack was palpable, a sonic boom that sent shockwaves through the city. The beam of light shot forth from her Garnet Rod, a scream that seemed to rip through the fabric of time itself. Chronos bellowed in agony as the light engulfed it, the corruption writhing within it struggling to resist the purifying force of Pluto's power. The creature's body began to break apart, its form disintegrating into a maelstrom of shadow and time. With a final, desperate roar, Chronos was vanquished, the stolen moments of the city's time released in a burst of dazzling light that showered down like confetti upon the relieved citizens below.

As the dust settled and the square returned to a semblance of order, Sailor Pluto's form began to flicker. The strain of the battle had taken its toll, and she knew she had to retreat to the shadows once more. With a final glance at the scene of victory, she transformed back into Yeojin, her office attire reappearing as if by magic. She gathered her things and slipped away, her heart pounding with a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Her secret remained safe, her mission accomplished—for now.

///

In the bowels of the Time Snatchers' hidden lair, the shadowy figure known only as the Grand Maestro of Temporal Chaos seethed with rage. His screens flickered with the images of his monstrous creations being decimated by the pint-sized yet mighty Sailor Pluto.

"How could this be?" he roared, slamming his fist onto the control panel before him. His perfectly manicured nails left dents in the cold metal as he watched his meticulously laid plans crumble to dust. He had underestimated the girl with the crimson bow, and now his dream of controlling the flow of time lay in tatters. He vowed, his voice a sinister whisper, that he would not rest until he had uncovered the source of her power and claimed it for his own. The game was far from over, and Sailor Pluto had just earned herself an even more dangerous enemy.

The goon that had escaped the battlefield, nursing its bruised ego and a newfound respect for the pint-sized heroine, managed to limp its way back to the Time Snatchers' lair. It stumbled into the Grand Maestro's chamber, its breath ragged and eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Maestro," it rasped, "I have observed a weakness in our adversary, Sailor Pluto. She is not invincible!"

The Grand Maestro's eyes lit up with interest, his rage momentarily abating.

"Tell me," he hissed, his tone a mix of anticipation and malice.

The goon, eager to regain its master's favor, revealed what it had witnessed during the battle.

"Her crotch, my lord. It seems to be a... a... sensitive spot. When struck, she is momentarily incapacitated!"

The Grand Maestro's smile grew cold and calculating.

"Ah, so the keeper of time has a temporal Achilles' heel," he mused, stroking his chin.

"Very well, this knowledge shall not go to waste. Prepare my newest creation, one that will exploit this weakness and bring Sailor Pluto to her knees!"

With a renewed sense of purpose, the goon scurried away, eager to be part of the plot that would spell the heroine's downfall. The Grand Maestro's mind raced, already crafting the perfect monster to dethrone the guardian of time.

///

As Yeojin returned to her office, blending into the sea of cubicles, she remained blissfully unaware of the new peril lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike when she least expected it.

///

In the coming days, Sailor Pluto threw herself into the fray with unyielding determination. Each new monstrosity spawned by the Grand Maestro of Temporal Chaos was met with swift and decisive retribution. Yeojin's nights grew longer as she tirelessly patrolled the city, her Garnet Rod a constant reminder of the power she wielded and the responsibility it entailed. Despite the relentless onslaught, she emerged victorious time and time again, her spirit never faltering. Each battle was a testament to her unwavering dedication to her duty, a dance of light and shadow that she performed with the grace of a warrior and the heart of a guardian.

As Yeojin settled into her office chair, sipping on the lukewarm coffee that had become the lifeblood of her mundane workday, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The air in the city felt charged with an energy she hadn't sensed before—a sinister presence that seemed to coil around the very fabric of time itself. Her intuition, sharpened by countless battles, told her that the Time Snatchers had cooked up a new, more terrifying plot. That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she felt the now-familiar transformation stir within her. Sailor Pluto's iconic outfit materialized around her, and she set off to face whatever horrors awaited.

The city streets grew darker as she approached the designated battleground, the Grand Maestro's latest monstrosity already causing havoc. This creature was unlike any she had faced before—its body a writhing mass of wet, eel-like tentacles that crackled with electricity, leaving trails of sizzling asphalt in its wake. The creature's eyes gleamed with a sickening intelligence as it surveyed the chaos, searching for the one who would dare to challenge it. Sailor Pluto's heart raced as she stepped forward, her Garnet Rod at the ready.

The creature's sly grin grew wider as it issued a guttural command to its minions, the goons eagerly rushing towards Sailor Pluto.

But instead of the usual barrage of fists and kicks, they aimed for her limbs, their cold, clammy hands reaching out to seize her. Yeojin's eyes widened in surprise, realizing that the Time Snatchers had indeed learned from her past battles. She danced away from their grasp, her movements swift and precise, her heart racing with the realization that she was in for a far more tactical battle this time.

Her back now to the monster, Sailor Pluto's instincts were on high alert. The creature's tentacles shot out like lightning, aiming for her limbs with a precision that spoke of the their newfound strategy. She spun and twirled, the crimson bow fluttering around her, as she narrowly avoided each electric embrace.

The monster's tentacles grew longer and more agile with each failed attempt, stretching out like the twisted arms of a giant octopus. Yeojin's eyes darted back and forth, searching for an opening, a weakness she could exploit.

The creature's grin grew wider, enjoying the cat-and-mouse game it had orchestrated. But she was Sailor Pluto, the guardian of the underworld, and she had faced down the jaws of defeat before. With a swift pivot, she ducked under a tentacle and rolled away, creating enough distance to regain her composure.

Before Sailor Pluto could fully recover her bearings, she found herself ensnared by the goons' tight grasp, their grip like iron around her arms and legs. Sailor Pluto knows she can escape their hold with her super strangth.

With a wicked chuckle, the creature took its shot, a tentacle lashing out with the speed of lightning to wrap around her most sensitive area. The tip of tentacle rubbing on her crotch.

Electricity surged through her, a white-hot agony that seemed to freeze time itself as she arched her back in pain. The goons' laughter grew louder, echoing through the square as they tightened their hold, eager to watch their foe suffer.

The electric tentacle's grip loosened, and with a gasp, Sailor Pluto collapsed face down onto the scorched pavement, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pain. The goons, cackling in triumph, released their ironclad hold, watching as she fought to push herself back up. Her limbs quivered, her usually steadfast resolve momentarily shaken.

The goons closed in, their twisted grins widening as they sensed her weakness. Sailor Pluto mustered every ounce of her will and swung a punch at the nearest goon, only to have her blow land with the strength of a feather's touch.

Her shock was palpable—the crotch attack had sapped her of her usual formidable might. She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with determination as she realized she would have to outsmart them if she was to survive.

As she tries to kick the approaching goon, her leg is caught in the vice-like grip of another, leaving her open to the creature's vile intentions. The monster's tentacle, still crackling with electricity, rears back for another strike at her crotch. Yeojin's eyes widen with horror as she feels the electricity surge through her once more, a pain so intense that it seems to pierce her very soul. The world around her begins to dim, the laughter of the goons and the chaos of the battle fading into a distant cacophony. Her body convulses, and she can feel the last of her strength draining away. The monster's grin widens in anticipation of her defeat, as the electricity courses through her veins, stealing her consciousness.

And just as the world goes dark, she feels herself being hoisted into the air by the tentacles, her body limp and powerless. The goons retreat, their victory assured. The Grand Maestro's laughter echoes through the square as Yeojin's unconscious form is carried away into the night, leaving behind only the fading whispers of a battle that had tested the very limits of her power.

///

Yeojin's eyes snapped open, the remnants of electric pain still crackling through her body as she took in her new surroundings. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, and she found herself hanging by her wrists, body standing above a cold, metallic floor. The goons from the battle swarmed around her, their twisted forms cackling and jeering. The Grand Maestro of Temporal Chaos loomed over her, a smug smile playing on his lips as he observed his captive prize. The room was dimly lit, with screens and control panels flickering with images of the city's distorted timeline—a twisted reflection of the chaos he had sown.

"I see you are awake now, little menace."

"Stop this right now you ugly creature! Release me before I end the lives of everyone in this room."

The Grand Maestro of Temporal Chaos chuckled at Sailor Pluto's defiant words, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glee.

"Ah, so the mighty guardian of time is not as invincible as she believes. I have studied your battles, and I know where to strike to bring you to your knees."

He gestured to his goons, who approached Yeojin with gleeful anticipation, their twisted grins revealing their excitement at the prospect of causing her pain. One of them produced a device, a twisted mix of technology and dark magic that hummed with an unsettling energy.

"You will learn to fear me, Sailor Pluto," he sneered, "and when you do, when you are broken and begging for mercy, I will take your power and reshape the fabric of time to suit my whims!"

The device was brought closer, the air around it crackling with a dangerous electricity.

The goon lifted Sailor Pluto's skirt with a sneer, exposing her most sensitive area to the Grand Maestro's twisted invention. The device buzzed with malicious intent, its vibrations sending a wave of nauseating fear through Yeojin's body.

The device's vibrating shaft reached the edge of her panties, and Sailor Pluto could feel the electricity building up, ready to be unleashed upon her once more.

"AHHHHHHH"

Her scream pierced the air as the Grand Maestro's invention made contact with her most sensitive area, the pain beyond anything she had ever endured. Her body went rigid as the current surged through her, the very essence of her power being drawn out in a torrent of agony. The goons jeered, their eyes alight with sadistic pleasure at her suffering, and the Grand Maestro leaned in close, whispering sweet nothings about the fate of the city she had sworn to protect.

"All you have to do is to give me your source of power and you will be as free as a bird," the Grand Maestro tells her with his hand grabbing her chin.

Through gritted teeth, Sailor Pluto refused, "Never! I will never surrender the power that protects this city!"

"Very well"

The vibration intensity on the device increased rapidly, and Yeojin could do nothing but look up to the ceiling and let out a soul-wrenching scream.

Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the power of Sailor Pluto being ripped from her core with every pulse of electricity, leaving her weaker by the second. The Grand Maestro's laughter grew louder, feeding on her agony.

As the device's intensity grew, Yeojin could feel her body begin to convulse, the pain from the relentless crotch attacks growing unbearable. With a final, desperate cry, she felt her transformation slip away, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Her uniform lay in tatters around her, revealing her bra-covered, erect nipples and the damp, glistening fabric of her panties that clung to her exposed pussy lips. Her body was a canvas of sweat, a testament to her struggle and the sheer force of the Grand Maestro's power.

Her body trembled, and her breaths grew shallow, but she would not give in to his demands. The very essence of Sailor Pluto's power was being siphoned away, but her spirit remained unbroken, a beacon of hope in the face of overwhelming darkness.

The Grand Maestro's eyes gleamed with a newfound idea as he took in the sight of the weakened Yeojin. His smile grew broader, a twisted reflection of his sadistic intentions.

He knew that brute force had failed to break her, so he would have to employ a different tactic—one that would play upon her most primal fears and desires. The Grand Maestro had deduced that if pain alone could not make her submit, perhaps a more... intimate approach would be more effective.

The Grand Maestro stepped back, his eyes raking over Yeojin's exposed body with a hunger that was palpable. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her neck, and whispered,

"You are quite the captivating creature, aren't you, Sailor Pluto?" His tone had changed, the malice replaced with a syrupy sweetness that made her skin crawl.

"I can offer you a deal. If you pledge yourself to me, as my personal plaything, giving me all of your powers, I will not only spare your life but grant you unparalleled pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. You will be adored and pampered, your every need met, as long as you cooperate." His hand trailed down her spine, pausing at the small of her back before sliding around to cup her covered crotch.

The goons' laughter grew more frenzied, their eyes alight with the depraved joy of witnessing their leader's twisted seduction. Yeojin's heart raced, fear and anger warring within her as she felt his grip tighten around her. She knew she had to keep her wits about her if she was to survive this new form of attack.

Her voice trembled slightly, but she found the strength to spit out a vehement refusal.

"I will never betray my duty to protect this city. Release me now, or face my wrath!" The Grand Maestro chuckled, his grip loosening just enough to let her know that she was still in his power.

"We shall see," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "We shall see just how long you can resist the allure of the darkness before you embrace it willingly."

The Grand Maestro's goons, eager to please their leader, rushed forward to do his bidding. Two sets of rough hands reached up to cup Yeojin's bra-covered breasts, playing with her erect nipples through the fabric, eliciting gasps of pain and disgust from her.

Meanwhile, more hands grabbed and smacked her exposed asscheeks, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the chamber like a perverse symphony.

Another hand, cold and slimy, traced the outline of her pussy, the fabric of her underwear providing little barrier to the unwanted touch. Yeojin's eyes burned with a mix of anger and fear, her mind racing for a way to escape this degrading torment.

The Grand Maestro stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a twisted smile. He knew that the physical pain was just the beginning—his true weapon was the psychological warfare he was about to unleash upon her.

"Look at her," he taunted, "the great Sailor Pluto, reduced to a mere plaything for the amusement of the Time Snatchers."

Yeojin gritted her teeth, her body on fire with humiliation. She knew she had to find a way out of this nightmare before it was too late. As the goons continued their lewd assault, she searched for an opening, any weakness she could exploit. But with every touch, every smack, she felt herself slipping further into despair.

"Please, stop this!" she begged, her body squirming against the relentless assault of the goons.

The Grand Maestro's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as a goon's hand slipped into her underwear, the cold, wet digits brushing against her sensitive flesh. Despite her pleas, she couldn't help the involuntary moan that escaped her lips as the creature's touch grew bolder.

"Look at her," he gloated, "she's already beginning to crave it. Soon, she'll be begging for more."

"Get....out.....Mmfffgh.....No.....Don't!"

The goon's fingers delved deeper into Yeojin's pussy, eliciting a whimper of mixed pain and embarrassment from her lips. The Grand Maestro's eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched her body react to the unwanted intrusion, her wetness growing despite her protests.

Her panties clung to her now, the fabric darkening as she grew wetter with each invasive stroke. The goons' laughter grew more raucous, their excitement palpable as they reveled in her degradation.

With a Herculean effort fueled by her unyielding will, Yeojin managed to break free from the entanglement around her wrists and the goons' clutches. She pushed them away with a strength born of desperation, sending them sprawling across the metallic floor.

Gasping for breath and clutching at her bruised body, she sprinted towards a nearby door, her bare feet slapping against the cold surface. The goons scrambled to their feet, their leers twisted into snarls of frustration, but she was too fast.

Slamming the door shut behind her, she stumbled into a small, dimly lit chamber, her chest heaving as she searched for a means of escape. The room was sparse, with only a single chair and a control panel that pulsed with a sinister glow.

Before Yeojin could even consider her next move, a sudden sensation of cold and slimy grip encircled her wrists and ankles.

Her eyes widened in horror as she found herself ensnared by the tentacled monster that she fought before had emerged from the shadows, its elongated limbs wrapping around her with alarming strength. The creature's beady eyes bore into hers, a twisted grin stretching across its grotesque face.

She struggled and squirmed, her heart racing as she realized the Grand Maestro had been toying with her all along. The tentacles grew tighter, the pressure on her wrists and ankles increasing, forcing her to her knees.

The tentacled monster took advantage of her vulnerable position, sending another jolt of electricity directly into her body, centering on her pussy. Yeojin's body spasmed, her eyes rolling back as the agonizing current surged through her.

Despite her pleas for mercy, the creature's grin only widened, the sadistic glee in its eyes growing more intense with each jolt. Her body writhed in pain, her cries for help echoing through the cold, metallic chamber.

"Please.....Ah....No more....."

With a final, agonizing pulse of electricity, Yeojin felt the last vestiges of her Sailor Pluto transformation leave her.

Her underwear disintegrated, leaving her fully exposed and vulnerable in the tentacled creature's grasp. Her body spasmed one final time before going limp, the pain too much for her to bear.

The goons' eyes bulged with excitement as they took in the sight of her naked form, the Grand Maestro's plans having stripped away her last shred of dignity along with her powers.

She laid down after being released, panting and trembling, her breasts heaving with each desperate gasp for air. The cold, metallic floor was a stark contrast to the warm, sticky wetness between her legs, a testament to the monster's relentless assault.

The Grand Maestro leaned over her, his twisted smile never leaving his face as he offered one last ultimatum. "Your choice, Sailor Pluto—surrender your power, or suffer an eternity of torment at the hands of my minions."

Yeojin's chest heaved with exertion, her eyes brimming with determination despite the agony etched into her features.

"No.....you cannot.....bring me....down."

She weakly yet firmly shook her head, her sweat-drenched hair sticking to her face. The beads of perspiration trickled down her neck, carving a path between her breasts, pooling in her cleavage.

"You leave me with no choice, Sailor Pluto."

The Grand Maestro's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as two of his goons grabbed Yeojin's arms, hoisting her weakened body into a kneeling position. Her legs trembled, her knees shake from the relentless assault but she managed to keep herself upright.

The Grand Maestro reached into the folds of his cloak and revealed his monstrous, pulsating cock, the size of which was incomparable to any human's.

Yeojin's eyes bulged with fear, unable to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the horror before her. It was a weapon of nightmares, a tool of violation and submission that seemed to beckon to the very core of her being.

The goons' held her in place, their grip tightening around her arms, ensuring she had no escape from the Grand Maestro's depraved intentions.

The creature's cock grew larger still, a grotesque display of power that seemed to feed on her terror. Yeojin gulped, her heart racing as she stared at the obscene appendage, her mind racing for any way to resist the fate that seemed to await her.

The Grand Maestro leaned in closer, his monstrous cock a mere inch from her face.

"Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice thick with desire.

"No!" Yeojin's eyes widened with horror, and she turned her face away, her jaw clenched shut.

Without warning, the two goons holding her arms leaned in, prying open her mouth with their fingers. Yeojin's eyes snapped open, her scream of protest muffled as the Grand Maestro's cock was shoved deep into her throat.

She gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she struggled against the intrusion. The creature's grip on her face was unyielding, his hips bucking forward with each thrust, pushing her to her limits.

"Aughhh...Mmmff.....Gleurghh!"

It took several painstaking moments for the Grand Maestro's massive, pulsing cock to be fully sheathed within Yeojin's delicate throat. Her eyes watered and bulged with the effort of taking in the monstrous girth, her cheeks hollowed as she struggled for air around the intrusion.

Her throat muscles convulsed around the shaft, a silent protest against the violation, as the creature's head tilted back in ecstasy at the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding him.

Each thrust brought forth a muffled gagging sound that only served to spur him on, the obscene outline of his cock clearly visible as it vanished into her throat. Yeojin's body trembled with each deep penetration, her legs threatening to give way beneath her as she fought to keep herself upright.

"Yes, take it all in, little slut."

Her eyes rolled back, the whites showing as she struggled to maintain her consciousness amidst the relentless onslaught of the Grand Maestro's monstrous cock. Saliva cascaded down her chin, leaving a wet trail that pooled at her neckline before trickling down to her heaving breasts.

When he finally withdrew from her throat, she gasped for air, her chest heaving with the desperate need to breathe. Her vision swam, and she felt a tear escape the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek to mingle with the saliva and sweat that coated her face.

The Grand Maestro's eyes gleamed with a twisted mix of pleasure and triumph, his cock glistening with her saliva. He leaned in closer, his hot breath against her ear.

"You see, you do crave the darkness. Embrace it, Sailor Pluto, and perhaps I'll make your existence pleasurable."

Yeojin's resolve shone through her tear-stained eyes as she choked out a firm, "N-Never!"

Despite her weakened state, she gathered every ounce of her will and shoved back at the Grand Maestro's chest, her voice a testament to her unbreakable spirit. However, her resistance only served to fuel his anger.

With a snarl, he pushed her back onto the cold, hard floor, his tentacled creature holding her legs in place as he positioned himself between her trembling legs. The goons watched with rapt attention, their own malicious desires reflected in their twisted expressions. Yeojin's legs were forced apart, the Grand Maestro's massive cock poised at her entrance, ready to claim victory over her body and soul.

"W-wait, don't!"

With a snarl of fury, the Grand Maestro ignored Yeojin's desperate pleas and thrust his monstrous cock into her tight, unyielding pussy. Yeojin's eyes widened in agony as she was stretched to her limits, the pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she clenched her fists, trying to find any purchase in the cold, unforgiving floor beneath her. The creature's tentacles tightened around her ankles, holding her in place as the Grand Maestro claimed her, inch by agonizing inch.

"Ah!..Ah!..geugh...ah...n-no stop i-it!"

Her screams of pain and defiance filled the chamber, echoing off the metallic walls, a stark contrast to the gleeful cheers of the goons that watched on. The Grand Maestro's hips moved with a brutal rhythm, each thrust driving home the reality of her newfound captivity.

"Let see if you can handle all of this, Sailor Pluto!"

Yeojin's head fell back with a mix of pain and a surprising, unwanted pleasure as the Grand Maestro's monstrous cock invaded her with each punishing thrust. Her eyes rolled upwards, the ceiling spinning as the intense sensations overwhelmed her.

"Ohh...fuck! Pull t-that monster o-out!"

Despite her fierce will to resist, she couldn't help the low, guttural moan that slipped from her throat with every brutal penetration.

His palms found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them without mercy, the harsh bounce only serving to heighten his pleasure. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, a symphony of violation.

Her body, usually a bastion of strength and grace, now trembled and convulsed beneath his, her Sailor Pluto uniform discarded and forgotten.

Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of agony and degradation, the once stoic guardian of time now reduced to a writhing, moaning plaything for her enemy's sick desires.

The tentacles held her tight, their grip unyielding as he pounded into her with a ferocity that seemed to defy the very laws of the universe she was sworn to protect.

The Grand Maestro's eyes gleamed with perverse triumph as he noticed Yeojin's eyes crossing and her pussy clenching around his monstrous cock, a clear sign she was approaching climax. His thrusts grew more frenzied, driving into her with a speed that seemed to defy the very fabric of time itself.

Yeojin's cries grew louder, echoing through the chamber like a siren's call, her body a canvas of pain and unwanted pleasure. Each powerful thrust sent waves of agony and ecstasy crashing through her, her mind struggling to reconcile the two as she felt herself inexorably drawn closer to the brink.

Despite her desperate attempts to maintain control, her body began to betray her, her moans growing more wanton, her hips bucking up to meet the Grand Maestro's punishing rhythm. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

Yeojin's mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions.

"Why...why does it feel so...good?" she thought to herself, her body involuntarily responding to the brutal invasion with a betrayal of pleasure. The thought of enjoying this violation sent a fresh wave of despair crashing through her.

She was Sailor Pluto, a guardian of justice and purity—how could she find any solace in such depravity? Her mind screamed for it to stop, yet her body seemed to crave the very thing she detested. Her thoughts grew hazy, the line between agony and ecstasy blurring until it was almost indistinguishable.

"No...no, this can't be right," she whispered to herself, her voice lost in the cacophony of her own moans.

The Grand Maestro's grin grew wider with each passing second, his eyes gleaming with victory as he watched Yeojin's resolve crumble. He knew that he had found her weakness—the dark, carnally base desires that lay dormant within even the purest of hearts.

"Surrender to the pleasure, Sailor Pluto," he taunted, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through her very soul.

Yeojin bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight the inescapable truth. The pleasure was overwhelming, a crescendo building within her that she knew would soon shatter her. Her body trembled and arched off the floor with every deep, powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of his depravity.

"I...I can't...I won't!" she protested through gritted teeth, her voice strained with the effort to maintain her sanity.

But the crisis within her grew more intense with each passing moment, the pleasure threatening to consume her entirely. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body moving in time with the Grand Maestro's vile dance.

"Oh...god...no!" she screamed internally, her thoughts a chaotic jumble of resistance and capitulation.

With a final, guttural scream, Yeojin's body betrayed her, succumbing to the Grand Maestro's twisted seduction. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, her long hair a wild mess around her. Her entire body quivered and writhed in the throes of ecstasy, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The Grand Maestro, grinning triumphantly, withdrew from her, allowing her to ride the waves of pleasure that crashed through her.

The tentacles released their hold, and Yeojin's limbs fell limp to the floor, her body shaking uncontrollably as she succumbed to the intense climax that had been wrung from her. Her sweat-soaked skin glistened in the harsh, cold light of the chamber, each tremor sending droplets flying in every direction. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, though still not open fully, bore the marks of her defeat.

"Get up you pathetic whore."

The Grand Maestro's triumphant laughter echoed through the chamber as he lifted Yeojin's limp form off the ground and placed her onto his broad, muscular chest as he laid down. She felt the coldness of the floor leave her body as she was positioned atop the creature, his monstrous cock still erect and demanding. Her legs were spread wide, and she could feel the sticky warmth of her own juices mingling with the creature's precum, creating a slick mess that made her stomach turn. Her mind racing as she tried to find the will to resist. But the relentless pounding she had endured had taken its toll, and she was barely able to hold herself upright.

The creature's hands found her hips, guiding her into a rhythm she knew all too well. Yeojin's body, still reeling from the intense orgasm, had little fight left in it. Her hand willingly reinsert his cock to its awaiting prize. Her legs began to move almost of their own accord, her pussy sliding up and down his thick, pulsing shaft. His grip on her hips tightening as he felt her body begin to respond to his touch once more. Despite her protests, her hips rocked back and forth, her movements growing more urgent as she felt the beginnings of another climax building within her.

"Look at you, Sailor Pluto," he sneered, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to be filled with my darkness."

Yeojin's eyes snapped open, her teeth clenched in anger. The humiliation of being used so thoroughly was almost too much to bear. Yet, she couldn't deny the traitorous pleasure that washed over her as she rode his monstrous cock. Her breasts bobbed with each movement, her nipples hard and sensitive to the cold air. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she heard the goons' lewd comments and felt their eyes on her.

With a snarl, she tried to push herself away from the creature, but his grip was too strong. Instead, she found herself grinding down on him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she sought to regain some semblance of control. The Grand Maestro's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, his hips bucking up to meet hers.

"Come my minions. Get a taste of her for yourselves."

Her eyes widened in horror as two of the goons stepped forward, each grabbing one of her wrists and forcing her hands to wrap around their grotesque, pulsing members. Their skin felt like a twisted mockery of flesh, cold and slimy, and Yeojin had to fight back the bile rising in her throat. Despite her struggles, they held her firm, their grips unyielding as she was made to pleasure them.

Meanwhile, another goon approached, his tentacle-like appendage slithering towards her mouth, eager to rejoin the depraved orchestra of her degradation. The Grand Maestro's chuckles grew louder as he watched his minions claim their spoils from the defeated heroine. Yeojin's mind raced, searching for a way to escape, but her body remained a prison to the overwhelming pleasure that still lingered from her recent climax. She could feel their excitement growing with each stroke of her hand, each bob of her head, their eyes burning with a sick, twisted lust.

The tentacle monster, driven wild by the sight of Sailor Pluto's degradation, eagerly approached her exposed and vulnerable form. Its tentacles coiled and twitched with a newfound purpose, forming a massive, throbbing phallus that aimed straight for Yeojin's trembling asshole. Despite her fierce resistance, the creature's overwhelming desire could not be denied.

The Grand Maestro's grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as the tentacles slithered closer to her tight, puckered hole. Yeojin's eyes widened in horror as she felt the cold, slimy appendage brush against her sensitive skin, the reality of the impending violation sending a shiver down her spine. Her struggles grew more desperate, her body tense with fear and disgust, but she was no match for the monster's inhuman strength.

The tentacle began to probe her asshole, its tip slick with a strange, oily substance that seemed to ease its passage despite the initial resistance. Yeojin's breath hitched as she felt the monster's phallus pushing against her tight sphincter, her mind screaming in protest. But as much as she fought, her body had been pushed to its limits, and she was unable to resist the inevitable.

With a sickening pop, the tentacle breached her, sending a wave of pain and unwanted pleasure through her body. The creature's tentacles wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as it began to thrust into her, the Grand Maestro's cock still filling her pussy.

"AHHH FUCK! IT'S TOO MUCH!"

Yeojin's screams of anguish and humiliation filled the chamber, a cacophony of despair that seemed to fuel the goons' depraved lust.

At the brink of the session, the Grand Maestro's watched his minions take turns with the defeated Sailor Pluto, her body a playground for their twisted desires. Yeojin, her resolve wavering, was passed around like a prize, her mouth forced onto one cock after another, the taste of them mingling with her own tears and sweat. Her pussy, already raw and tender, was at one time, stretched to accommodate two of the goons at once, their grunts of pleasure mingling with her cries of pain. The tentacle monster had moved on, leaving her asshole gaping and sensitive, only for it to be filled by the thick, pulsing cock of another goon.

The Grand Maestro, basking in his victory, continued to pound into Sailor Pluto's ravaged pussy, her small body a limp ragdoll in his arms, her legs and arms wrapped around his waist and neck. His minions had finished their perverse ritual, their cum painting Yeojin's face and body in a vile tableau of conquest. Her moans had transformed from those of resistance to a symphony of carnality, her body no longer able to differentiate between pain and pleasure.

Each thrust from the Grand Maestro sent a fresh wave of liquid fire through her, her orgasms now a never-ending cascade of sensation that obliterated all thought and reason. Her eyes, once filled with determination and righteous fury, were now glazed over with a mix of pleasure and despair. The creature's monstrous cock filled her completely, his movements growing erratic as he approached his climax. Yeojin's body shuddered and spasmed around him, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite the horror of her situation, she could feel her body responding to the brutal violation, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft like a vice.

"Here it comes! Take it all in your tiny tight pussy!"

With a triumphant roar, the Grand Maestro's cock swelled and erupted within Sailor Pluto, filling her to the brim with his hot, potent seed. Yeojin's body convulsed as she was claimed by the monster, her orgasm tearing through her like a supernova, leaving her trembling and spent in his arms.

Sailor Pluto's limp body was unceremoniously tossed onto the cold, stone floor of the chamber, a pitiful sight amidst the detritus of the battle she had so valiantly fought. The Grand Maestro's semen pooled and flowed out of her, mingling with the remnants of her own juices and the cum of his minions that had been forced into her earlier.

Her eyes stares blankly, a single tear escaping to trace a sad path down her cheek. Occasional twitches rippled through her form as the aftershocks of her numerous orgasms continued to plague her, a silent testament to the overstimulation she had suffered. The goons stepped back, panting and sated, their grotesque forms basking in the glow of their victory over the once-mighty guardian of time.

Her transformation rod appeared out of thin air and clattered to the ground beside her, a stark reminder of the power she had once wielded. The Garnet Rod, now a simple, innocuous object, seemed to mock her with its presence. Her body, still quivering from the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain, could no longer contain the essence of her guardian form. The symbol of Pluto's power had been forced from her, a silent surrender to the Grand Maestro's dominance. The room grew still as the creature loomed over her, his monstrous cock still erect, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Yeojin knew that she had lost more than just a battle; she had lost a piece of herself to the dark embrace of temporal chaos.

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A week had passed since Sailor Pluto's defeat, and the city was a shadow of its former self. The once bustling metropolis had descended into a cacophony of fear and confusion as the Time Snatchers' influence grew unchecked. The citizens walked the streets with their heads down, the joy and vitality that had once characterized their lives now replaced with a palpable dread. The absence of the heroine who had sworn to protect them was felt in every tick of the clock and every racing heartbeat that echoed through the city's veins.

In the dimly lit chamber of the Time Snatchers' lair, Yeojin, once the mighty Sailor Pluto, knelt before the line of grinning goons. Her mind, once a bastion of resolve and duty, now for the darkest of desires, had been irrevocably corrupted. Her lips, once a symbol of righteousness, were now a vessel for the perverse satisfaction of her captors. Each goon stepped forward, presenting their erect members to her with a lewd smirk.

Yeojin's eyes, now devoid of the fiery determination that had once been their hallmark, flickered with a mix of submission and despair as she took the next cock into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the swollen heads, tasting the vile flavor of their malicious intent, as the Grand Maestro watched on with a smug smile. Her body had become a mere instrument for their depravity, her will shackled by the very essence of temporal chaos that she had once vowed to combat. The room was filled with the sickening sounds of her gagging and slurping, her cheeks hollowing with each forced deep-throat, as she served the very beings she had sworn to vanquish. The stench of sweat and cum lingered in the stale air, a constant reminder of her degradation.

Her eyes, once a deep blue reflecting the power of Pluto, now clouded with a mix of need and despair, searched for the Grand Maestro's approval. As she noticed him standing there, watching with a cruel smile, she crawled over to him, her movements animalistic and submissive.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, her voice a mere shadow of its former authority, "I need Master to fill me up."

The Grand Maestro's grin grew wider, his monstrous cock twitching in anticipation. Yeojin looked up at him with a pleading gaze, her own hands moving to spread her ass cheeks apart, offering herself up to him completely.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice cracking with the weight of her own degradation. "I want Master's cock in my ass."

The creature's eyes gleamed with dark pleasure at her words. He stepped closer, her ass now coated in the cum of his minions, a vile symbol of their collective victory over her.

"You shall have what you wish," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "But remember, Sailor Pluto, you are no longer a heroine. You are merely our plaything, to be used and discarded as we see fit."

With a cruel twist of his hand, he inserted a finger into her gaping asshole, causing Yeojin to gasp. He watched her reaction with amusement, enjoying her whimpers of pain and pleasure. Then, without warning, he plunged his thick cock into her, the force of his thrust making her cry out. The room was filled with the sickening sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he began to fuck her hard, his movements punctuated by her desperate cries for more.

The goons, their lust rekindled by the sight of their leader claiming Sailor Pluto, began to stroke their own cocks once more, eager for their turn to violate the heroine who had once stood tall against them. Yeojin, lost to the endless cycle of pain and pleasure, could only whimper and moan, her mind a haze of submission and despair. The Grand Maestro's thrusts grew more intense, his eyes locked onto hers, boring into her soul.

"Fuck me harder! Fill me with your cum! Make me your bitch, Master!"

The Grand Maestro's grip on her hips tightened, his pace increasing as he approached his climax. Yeojin could feel her own orgasm building again, the relentless waves of pleasure threatening to consume her. The room swam around her, the boundaries between her two lives blurring into one dark, twisted reality.

As the Grand Maestro finally came, filling her ass with his thick, hot seed, Yeojin collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling from the sheer intensity of the experience. The goons stepped closer, eager to continue her corruption, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. And through it all, Yeojin smiles. She knew that she was no longer the protector of time; she was now its prisoner, forever bound to the whims of the Time Snatchers.

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hey so yall know that “kieran doesnt die” au ive been writing. um. i drew him.

more notes about this design below the cut :3 tw for eye trauma n torture.

-first off branwens only there bc i was trying to figure out how to draw horses & fill up space… so say hi branwen. he is like. the reason why kieran doesnt end up dying in this au. so he deserves to be here.

-surviving that whole ordeal messed him up pretty bad, physically and mentally. however, being so defensive about his blind side and determined to prove himself caused him to be more active i think. hes still that nervous stableboy for the van der lindes, but he doesnt shy from volunteering to go fishing/hunting with someone or joining jobs. hates using his blindness to gather pity pennies but hey, nobody is gonna suspect the obviously blind dude is working with criminals like the notorious van der linde gang.

-he also gets a little healthier. the rest he got while healing did wonders for him, he hasnt had a days rest since. well before the o’driscolls picked him up, probably. now hes a little less skinny, a little less greasy, and a little more alive <3 the only non-healthy habit he picks up is he does smoke more often than he already did. his nerves are all over the place. Especially when he’s on the edge of camp or out on the trail with someone.

-kieran’s left eye is completely gone. his eyelids and corners on both eyes are scarred up as well, since the o’driscoll who took it gouged em with his thumb. he wasn’t able to get past heavily scarring the right eye, so kieran gets to keep that eye.

-although he keeps his right eye, that doesnt mean its any good. HEAVY corneal scarring and ocular trauma, paired neatly with a small infection, means he’s permanently partially blind in that eye. he can see figures (silhouettes against light) and its all very blurry, but he can Technically still see enough to do his job and a little more. hes extremely photosensitive and it cost him his color perception for the most part in his remaining eye.

-because he’s so photosensitive, the hat kinda needs to stay on anytime hes outdoors. trelawny and mary-beth steal him tinted glasses from saint denis but he doesnt like them very much. the feel of anything, including glasses, so close to his eyes freaks him out. especially bc the lens bridge sits on some scarring on the inner corner. the corneal scars sorta make it feel like hes got something in his eye like all the time. bro cant get a moments peace LMAO.

-the left eye is usually bandaged up. getting any foreign material in the socket is Bad and hes like working with animals. literally brushing fur into the air like nine hours a day. so most of the time hes got that covered and he doesnt like it but. its necessary.

-arthur brought him the cane after remembering seeing blind man cassidy with one. was up in cumberland forest exploring anyway, saw a person sized stick and was like “ok this might work.” left it with mary-beth because he didnt want it to become a Thing that hes gone soft or whatever if that makes sense. its a bit large, but kieran doesnt mind bc he can kinda lean on it if he needs to or get a good sense of how far an object is from him. depth perception was also a little skewed.

-speakin of mary-beth, the new necktie is a little gift from her :3 yall might recognize it from the cut outfit

-kieran wrapped the cane up because he was getting splinters from it which was Annoying. he takes his knife and sharpens it or smooths it out as needed sometimes. out of boredom or necessity (the soft ground in shady belle and lakay are. decidedly. not great if you already are tripping over everything)

-the little notch at the top is great for hangin up lanterns. which tends to hurt his eye and gives him migraines bc its so close to his face, but it can be useful for holding the light out and seeing figures in the dark that hes lookin out for. or showing others where he is in the dark.

-i just didnt wanna draw his holster, but he can still shoot and ride horses. branwens a good companion :3. as for shooting, he just kinda shoots at figures and uses audio clues for where to aim and fire. hes better with his revolver than anything else, but give him a low sniper position with a high accuracy firearm like the carcano and he could probably get some kills.

-as for riding horses, hes been doin that for years. he just gives branwen cues to stay with other horses or on certain trails, or he can tie the reins to someone elses saddle (but he doesnt like doing this)

i have more thoughts so PLEEEASSEEE ask about it if you have questions or thoughts but these r just like some of the big ones that have to do with his actual design ❤️