#Roman would be a dick and let her think she's almost won then grabs her like the asshole he is

[masquenoire]

no but roman being so used to mary and how she operates that he's the one person she hasn't yet managed to pickpocket successfully, he ALWAYS catches her and it makes her so feral asklaldka

WOULD HE EVER!!! I'm so sorry for the late reply but this headcanon right here?? It's perfect and absolutely true, Mary being such a conniving little shit who can pickpocket just about anyone EXCEPT him. He knows what you're like, Mary. Go ahead and flutter those baby blue peepers all you want, you ain't getting shit from him. Bet it would be a fun little game between them though, keeping each other on their toes so to say.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO

Prompt: Inspired by the song Things You Make Me Do by Devil Doll

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, angst, heart break, manipulation

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This song is amazing, this band is amazing and I missed my main man, so enjoy lol ❤️ If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

I've got a secret plan to love you and I do so night and day

And I always stand right by you, have your back in every way

And you wish that I could save you and I wish that I could too

But if you cause too much pain for me I'll leave if I have to

He stood up from the hotel bed and began to get dressed, and as she stared at his figure, she wondered until when was she going to put up with this

But I think about you constantly all through the night and day

And I toss and turn in bed at night and hope it goes away

But it never does and when I wake and you're not next to me

I remember where you are, I hope your girl forgives me

“Are you leaving already?” She asked

“You know I have to” He looked at her “We can’t have people suspecting this” He motioned to the space between them “I would be fucked if they did” He scoffed

“Excuse me?” She asked, hurt by his lack of emotion “What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have felt more offended, even if she chose to

“What, Y/N? Look, we fuck every once in a while, we have a good time but that’s it!” He chuckled, as he tied up his sneakers “Don’t try to turn this into something that it isn’t” He stood up

“Like what?” She asked angrily

“You know what? I’ll see you later” He winked, and walked out the door of her hotel room

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Y/N was walking down one of the dark arena hallways, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pushing her inside of one of the locker rooms

“Aren’t you gonna talk to me?” He asked, with his lips glued to her ear

“No, and let me go! I have work to do”

“You’ve been ignoring me for three days straight! Why is that, baby?” As his lips made contact with her skin, trailing down her neck

“Roman, just let me go. This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time”

“I miss you” He whispered “Y/N, baby, you hurt my feelings when you treat me like this” He buried his face in her hair and caressed her body softly

She scoffed “As if you had any”

“Hey” He turned her around so she could face him “What’s the attitude about?” He looked into her eyes, and saw the resentment they held

“Is this because of what I said in your hotel room?” He sighed

“If you know, then why play dumb?” She spat

“C’mon Y/N, I’m sorry, ok?” He hugged her waist “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m an asshole! Please forgive me?” He pouted “Please, baby? I hate when you get mad at me” He begged with his eyes

“You don’t deserve it, you know” She crossed her arms in front of her chest

“Don’t be such a bitter bitch...It’s hotter when you’re MY bitch” He teased

When she tried to hold back a cackle, he knew he had won again

I should know better than to follow your lead wherever you go

Through the raging rivers, stones and alley ways we go

Sometimes I wonder if you really know where you take me to

But your radio is on so loud I can't get through to you

But if everything's ok with you then it's ok with me

You are such a little boy with you're big philosophy

But I'm not a little girl, I am a woman, don't you know?

I'm packing up my toys, I don't want to play anymore

“I don’t want to do this anymore” She said, watching him turn around and get dressed again - as he did every time.

“What are you talking about?” He frowned, as he looked for his shirt

“I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m done with this bullshit”

“You’re breaking up with me?” He laughed, in disbelief

“Well technically, in order to break up with someone you need to be with them in the first place”

“Not this again” He rolled his eyes in annoyance “Why do you always have to get feelings involved, huh? For fucks sake, can’t you ENJOY a one night stand like everybody else?” He threw his hands up in the air

“One night stand?” She widened her eyes in surprise “Do you call fucking almost every night for two years straight a ‘one night stand’ ?”

“Sexually speaking, we couldn't be any more compatible if we tried - so what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re a good fuck to me and I’m a good fuck to you! Why would I search in clubs and bars for something I have next door?” He tugged on his hair out of frustration “I don’t have to date you to like you, Y/N” He sat down beside her on the bed, and caressed her face delicately “You know I like you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah I know” She slapped his hand away “You like me when your dick is inside of me”

“Y/N” He sighed

“Get the fuck out” She kicked him on his lower back, in a repeated attempt to shove him out of the bed “Get out!”

“I’m leaving!” He said, grabbing his jacket

“Out!” She threw one of her heels at him, and her aim made it so it nailed him sharply in the hip

“I said I’m fucking leaving” He grabbed the door handle “Crazy bitch!” He said loudly enough for her to hear as he left

But what he didn’t hear were her sobs, which lasted the entire weekend

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Six months had passed. Y/N had transferred to Smackdown, leaving Roman and all of their bitter memories together with Monday Night Raw, and for once in her life, is truly happy. That night, as she approached her car in the parking lot, she spotted none other than Roman himself leaning against the drivers’ door of her vehicle

And how can you smile at me when you know just what you can do

And it's not fair to me cause you know that I can never have you

How can you make me feel so good but then you make me feel so bad

You know that you are the baddest love that I've never had

“Hi, baby” He smiled sheepishly “I missed you” He tried to hug her, but she dismissed him

*It’s not going to be as easy as I thought* He mentally said to himself

“Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted to apolog-”

“What are you doing here, Roman?” She asked sharply

“I got transferred to Smackdown”

“Good for you” She nodded once and continued “Now, if you excuse me, I’m really tired” She pointed towards her car

“Y/N” He cupped her cheek “Please, just hear me out? I regret everything I did, baby. I mean it! I should have never treated you like that, you don’t deserve it! You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy woman and it was a huge mistake to take you for granted” He brushed his lips softly against hers “Tell me you forgive me, I beg you, please, baby”

“I forgive you and then what? Everything goes back to what it used to be? You treating me like shit? No, Roman. This is not fair to me” She shook her head

“And you’re absolutely right! That will NEVER happen again! I give you my word, baby. Just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you” His long fingers stroked the back of her neck lightly, making her miss what they once had.

That was until her phone rang, and the first chords of the Davy Jones Locket song echoed through the parking lot, remembering her of what she had now.

She smiled, as the song continued “No, I have to go” She took his hand off her face and entered the car to go meet the owner of that ringtone.

I've got my own man now, he treats me the way that you never could

And now you're all like "I should’ve, could’ve, would..."

But I'm afraid you've missed the train, you were too busy playing games

And now our story comes to an end, you ain't my lover or my friend

And when I am walking down the aisle oh so happily

Then you'll be saying "it could’ve, should’ve been me."

“Rumor has it, you’re getting married” Roman said, leaning against her office’s door

“Wow, news travels fast in this business, huh?” She answered, not paying too

much attention to him

“Can I see the ring?”

“Why? Want to buy a new one for your wife?” She scoffed

He decided to ignore her tone “Can I know who the lucky guy is?”

“Will it change anything if you do?” She continued to read her papers

“Can you stop answering my questions with other questions?”

“Will you stop asking me personal questions then?”

He chuckled softly “I missed that acid humor of yours”

“What do you want Roman?” She glared at him

“Your happiness” But this time, he meant it

“Now, that’s a bad taste joke” She laughed bitterly

“I know you don’t believe me, but I do”

“Right” She said dismissively

“Can you tell me who it is?”

“I figure, if you know I’m getting married then you also know who the groom is. Why hear old news again?”

“It’s Drew, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly

She sighed “Yes, Roman. It’s Drew, are you happy now?”

“When is the wedding?”

“October. Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”

“I need to know how much time I have to kidnap you before you commit the biggest mistake of your life” He joked, but deep down, he meant it

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already committed that one” She said, intentionally making eye contact with him

“I love you, Y/N. Always have”

“You have a funny way of showing it” She murmured

“I’m sorry, babe...but I felt trapped. I didn’t knew how to express what I was feeling and I was so confused” He locked his gaze with hers “I would do everything different now, I swear I would”

She ignored his pleading eyes, and returned her gaze to her paperwork “I’m afraid that time is gone, Roman...There’s nothing left to do”

If you need me, I will not hear thee

Stay away from me, trying to decieve me

Oh, oh, ohhh the things you make me do

Oh the things you'll never make me do

Oh the things you’ll never make me do

Roses are red, violets are blue and so are you

One year later, Y/N is gathering her personal belongings from her office, her pregnancy doesn’t allow her to travel with the company any more, so she’s going to be working only from her home office for the foreseeable future. A knock on her door made her look up

“I heard the stork will be visiting you soon” Roman said

“Yeah, apparently she will”

“How far along are you?” He approached her carefully

“Just turned four months”

“Baby is popping out of nowhere, huh? Until a week ago you had no bump at all, and now” He reached his hand to touch her belly, but stopped midway

“It’s okay, Ro, you can touch it” She encouraged him

He smiled widely and rested his big hand against her tiny bump

“Do you know what you’re having?” He asked softly

“Girl” She smiled brightly “Regan”

“Even got her a name already? Damn baby, you’re fast- Sorry I shouldn’t have called you that” He said weakly

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it” She tried to hide the nostalgia the pet name brought to her

“I wish...” He trailed off

“Don’t. Don’t go there, please”

“You can still run away with me, you know?” He smirked, teasingly

“I’m sure you would look great holding a female version of Drew” She tried to joke

“As long as you birth it, I don’t care who made it. Although I wish it was me” He tried, one last time

“Maybe in another life, Ro” She smirked sadly, as she reached the door

“Do you promise?” He asked

“I’ll see you around” Smiling widely, she made her way out the arena doors, leaving him behind, for the second time (in that life).

But who knows what can happen in the next one?...

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[inosuketingz]

the sheets are stained with blood [p.1]

( gif not mine )

[ PART ONE ] PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: Some swearing and mentions of violence. Spoilers for Birds of Prey Word Count: 1482 Summary: Zsasz survives the ending of BoP and somehow snaps even further after finding out what happened to Roman. Desperate to find a new obsession, he latches on to the reader while meeting her on a heist. A/N; Thought about this after watching BoP and decided to write it for my new tumblr acc. Also posted on my Ao3. Its gonna get smutty in future parts of course but this first part is quite mundane lol. Future parts will also feature some Helena x reader bc I’m a whore for Helena Bertinelli. Reader is a witch-y metahuman and is a part of Wonder Woman’s rogue gallery.

The TV plays the latest news report as you stuff a spoon of cereal into your mouth. The reporter stands in front of some nightclub near the city reporting on yet another death by stabbing.

"... she was found in the back alley of the nightclub last night, her body purposefully positioned in a life-like stance. Due to CCTV evidence from the previous stabbing murder, the Gotham police are suspecting ex-businessman Victor Zsasz to be the wicked man behind these crimes..." An image transitions onto the screen, showing a low quality image of a man with almost paper white hair and dark bags under his eyes. The reporter continues to drone on about the twisted results from the autopsy report.

"Yikes," you say to yourself before you grab the remote from the coffee table and switch to another channel playing reruns of Martin

You came to Gotham a few months back since Wonder Woman never let you have any fun in Boston, even though she's currently stationed all the way in London. You assume you’ll be able to keep away from the Bat's radar while he’s busy dealing with psycho clowns and knife-wielding serial killers.

A soft ping rings from your phone and you glance at the screen. Shipment's called off is all the text on your lockscreen reads. It's from an unknown number, but you know that it's another henchmen of the crime boss you’re working with for the time being. Putting down the bowl of cereal, you pick the cell up and tap in three letters before pressing send: Why.

It only takes a moment for you to get a reply. Got reports of the Birds of Prey being in the area. Better safe than sorry.

“Fuck,” you curse and throw your head back in anguish. You were relying on the cash you’d get from the heist for rent.

The phone dinged again. Meeting at the mansion to re-work the plan. In an hour, be there on time bruja, the new message reads.

Great. You thought all you were going to to tonight was show up at the docks, use your powers a bit, and run off with your share of the money. But no. God forbid you get your way for once.

With an annoyed groan, you force yourself off the couch and into your bedroom. You kick off your plaid pajama jogger as you push open the door. Your closet is over piled with clothes and you immediately regret not picking out an outfit earlier. You are a strong believer of wearing revealing outfits for yourself, and the amount of bodycon dresses you want to wear was overwhelming. Then you remember it’s winter and inches of snow are already forming outside.

To be a hoe or to care about your well-being. It is a conflicting life that you live.

~ ~ ~

You decided to go for a pair of black cargo pants and a turtleneck. The weather won this round. The mansion’s already filled as you park your car based on the amount of luxury vehicles filling the house's driveway. You hated working in big groups- it only led to problems. But, you’re down to do anything for the amount of checks you would be cashing with this entire heist.

Two burly men guard the front door of the mansion. One of them smirks as he watches you approach.

“Look, it’s the witch,” he tells the other and you roll your eyes. “Where’s your flying broom?” He teases.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter as you pass the two, pushing the heavy doors with a grunt.

The other guard laughs at your reply. “Careful, Hermione. It’s all fun and games until Wonder Woman comes and drags you out of Gotham.”

You don’t bother to look back as you retort “It’s all fun and games ‘til I cast a spell that leaves you two without your dicks tomorrow morning.” The silence as you continue down the dark hallway tells you they stopped smiling.

Are you actually going to bewitch their genitals away? No. But most people knew better than to assume you wouldn’t.

The corridor is dark, tinted red by the only source of light- an open set of doors leading into a grand meeting room. Expensive pottery and paintings lined against the walls of the mansion, all what you’d expect from Hernando del Rey.

Originally, you actually meant it when you decided to lay low in Gotham. You’d find a nice apartment, steal from the rich, and stay off the news until the end of time.

Then, you were contacted by Hernando del Rey, a Venezuelan crime boss straight out of a mob movie. Though you’re not necessarily a bad person- you define yourself as a chaotic neutral- you are dangerous. Del Rey wanted your powers, and you wanted the money- so here you are now.

You shove your hands into your pockets and swagger into the open doors. A group of about 20 people, men, women, and all those in between, sit at a long table. Some of the faces you recognize, either from previous meetings you’ve had with del Rey or from news reports.

One such face belongs to none other than Victor Zsasz. He immediately stands out from the others with his snowy hair and scruffy beard. He also looks like he hadn’t slept in days, so there’s that. Plus, ever since the CCTV recording of him at the last stabbing was leaked, his face is all you saw on the news.

His tired eyes watch you as you enter the room. You can’t tell if he’s giving you bedroom eyes or staring you down like a predator does a prey. Quite frankly, you aren’t in the mood to find out.

“My bruja!” del Rey, who made his seat at the end of the table, cheers when he sees your face. “The most important member of my team!”

You stretch your lips into an awkward smile “Hi.”

“Please take a seat.” Hernando motion towards the table. “Then we’ll begin.” You glance over in the direction of all the seated guests. Powers or not, way too many of them look like they wouldn’t mind killing you.

“I’m fine standing, thanks.”

Hernando shrugs and begins lecturing about the game plan with the new threat of the Birds of Prey. You only pay half of your attention, catching a few words here and there. You never listen carefully at times like this, since your job is usually to just show up, cast some hexes and head out.

“I didn’t know they let witches in on heists.” You look down and see Victor Zsasz in front of you. His head is leaning back, since he sits facing away from you. Now that you are closer to him, you can see his features more clearly. From the silver teen in his mouth, to his token scars that cover his body- the nastiest being one on his neck that you assume wasn’t given to him voluntarily.

You bend down slightly so you can whisper in his ear, “I didn’t know they let mass murderers in on them, either.” He scoffs and straightens his neck and you straighten your back.

“-Y/N and Victor Zsasz will be the ones going to Hyunwoo Kim’s estate tomorrow.”

Yikes.

“I’m sorry, why do I get put with him?” You confront the boss. “I don’t think our attributes really compliment each other, to be honest.”

Hernando del Rey sighs, like an annoyed parent dealing with a bratty child. “Zsasz will be doing all the work, Y/N. You’re only there to make sure he doesn’t act out. If he does, just use your brujeria to kill him.”

The inside of your cheek starts to bleed due to how hard you bite it to refrain from arguing any further. You’ve never seen del Rey angry and you want to make sure to keep it that way.

From the corner of your eye you see Zsasz is back to looking at you. The wicked smile he wears tells you that this wouldn’t be any good.

~ ~ ~

A tired sigh leaves your mouth as you enter your apartment. The lights are off, just like you left it. It’s pitch black, leaving you blind against the darkness.

You begin to take off your pair of pumps when you notice the energy is off in here. The voice in your head yells that you are not alone. Immediately, you begin to mumble a Haitian spell you learned while in Port-au-Prince once summer- one that allows you to find a foe before they find you.

You’re not even halfway through the first line when a strong force pushes against you and your neck is pricked by a sharp object. Using your elbow, you hit the light switch.

The lights flicker on, revealing Victor Zsasz staring at you with the same look from earlier.

“Hello, witch.”

[secretlystephaniebrown]

Hands Curled Like Talons: Chapter 2

... things got busy, okay? but WE'RE BACK

A Mouth Full of Blood A Soul Full of Sorrow A Face Full of Scars The Bitter Taste of Graveyard Dirt A Golden Haired Ghost A Different Game ‘verse Previous Ao3

Stephanie Brown sat in a corner of the Bat Cave, and her hands shook as they lay on her thighs.

The Cave was crowded, packed tightly with vigilantes of all stripes. Cassandra was there, Duke by her side, occasionally turning her eyes towards Steph, as if to make sure that she was still there. Duke had brought Steph a glass of water, an hour ago, and she had drunk it to placate him, like she had eaten the sandwich that Alfred had brought her twenty minutes ago. It was a hollow motion, but it provided them reassurance that she was, in fact, alive.

She did not have the heart to tell them that Talia had once told her that she had been catatonic and still would eat and drink and fight.

Tim was across the room next to a man known as Batwing, with Tam Fox, who he was trying hard to pretend he wasn’t dating around Steph, as a strange form of acknowledgement for the connection that had once existed between them, going over footage of Steph’s apartment, looking for clues.

Dick Grayson and Damian and Colin were standing next to Bruce, arguing about something that Steph probably should care more about than she was.

Barbara Gordon, flanked by Dinah Lance, a woman that Steph remembered dearly from those golden days as Spoiler, but who probably had not spared a thought for Stephanie Brown in years, held court in a corner, speaking on a headset, directing the Justice League and her Birds of Prey, ensuring that the rest of the world did not fall apart, even as Gotham fell into chaos.

There were others in the Cave—Katherine Kane, Selina Kyle and her unfamiliar protégé, Helena Bertinelli, Onyx, a woman with blue hair who she had never seen before, another woman with no face in a blue trench coat, and Jason Todd—but she was numb to all of them. They might as well have been passersby on the street, for all that Stephanie Brown absorbed them.

Perhaps she should be grateful, that so many had rallied when Nell was in danger, even if none of them were here for Nell, and certainly not for her. Bruce and Barbara and maybe even Cass had called them, and they had come flocking, to seek the little lost girl. It was an impressive force, that they had put together, and they stretched out further, into the rest of the world, with them being only the tip of the spear point.

If a force like this had existed, all those years ago, would she have survived those fateful three days at the hands of Roman Sidonis?

Old scars, scars that not even the Lazarus Pit had healed, throbbed with old pain, and she closed her eyes against it, trying her best to stop from shaking until she fell to pieces.

Her very bones felt as if they had been transformed into ice. Goosebumps crawled along the length of her skin, despite the heat that was produced from all of the bodies in one place.

Nell Little was gone, and statistics danced behind Steph’s eyes whenever she blinked. Statistics that told her that Nell was dead. Beyond that was a further dread, a dread that went back to a children’s rhyme that she had chanted in time with the slap of a skipping rope on concrete.

“Speak not a whispered word of them / Or they'll send The Talon for your head.”

What could she have done, to bring this tumbling down upon them?

If the Court was real, they had evaded the eyes of the Bats since at least Stephanie Brown’s middle school days. Why had they chosen now to reveal themselves, to risk the wrath of the Batman and all of his followers, to take a single little girl who was under theirs, and more specifically her protection?

“Stephanie?” A familiar voice pulled her out of her reverie, if not her numbness.

Kara Zor-El stood before her, her face a strange expression of concern.

On autopilot, Steph tried for a flirtatious smile, but it felt flat and dull on her face, and only deepened the lines of worry on the other woman’s face.

“Supergirl,” she said. “How’s Metropolis?”

“Better now that you’re not in it,” Kara said. Her eyes were an inhuman shade of blue—Superman and Superboy were the same way. Her hair was a paler blonde than Steph’s had ever been, not quite platinum but not Steph’s golden waves that she had once been so proud of.

She was gorgeous and whole and wonderful and her eyes were full of real worry, despite the dig.

She was everything that Stephanie Brown was not, in short.

Stephanie Brown was dangerous, and Kara knew this. She had known this since that first night in Metropolis, when she had kissed her. She had known this when Stephanie had pulled out a fistful of Kryptonite and ran away. She had known this when she had come to the Cave, after Bruce Wayne’s death, and found the woman here, tension humming through the air.

Now…

Kara could remember Scarlet. She had been young, and worried for Stephanie Brown, and small. Scarlet had been in Metropolis, that day on the rooftops; that day of fire and kisses that bruised.

And she was missing.

Stephanie Brown met her eyes, and Kara’s heart skipped a beat. Stephanie’s heart beat almost lethargically, but Kara knew better than to be fooled. It was shock, of sorts, and a sort of shock that Kara had seen before.

Nell Little was missing, and Stephanie Brown was going to destroy herself over this.

Kara had been wrong, before. She had been so sure, back in those early days of the truce with the rest of the Bat Family, won after the Battle for the Cowl, that the truce, that peace, that uncomfortable compromise, would shatter into a million pieces, because Stephanie Brown would not accept limitations, would not last long under the shadow of mistrust, under the weight of all of that painful and loaded past.

She had been wrong.

Stephanie Brown, the Red Hood, had stayed. She had stayed when Bruce had returned, she had stayed through thick and thin, through good times and bad…

But none so bad as this.

Stephanie Brown was on the verge of falling apart or exploding, and Kara wasn’t sure which one was more dangerous.

The rest of the room was watching, keeping an eye on her, because she was one of them, even if she didn’t want to be, even if they didn't want her to be. Stephanie Brown, with her messy golden locks, sheered short for convenience, with her scars and her leather jacket, was one of them.

But she might not be, after all of this was said and done.

Stephanie Brown was like fire. She was dangerous and destructive, beautiful and deadly, and she consumed everything around her, whether she meant to or not. If she exploded, it would be outwards, and the collateral could be the entire city… or everyone around her, including Kara.

Kara was not used to being hurt, not here, in this world.

She wasn’t good at staying away from dangerous things.

“Did you see anything?” Stephanie said, her voice surprisingly steady as she met Kara’s eyes.  

“No,” she said. She had spent hours looking, on Barbara’s request. She had scoured Bludhaven too, searching for any hint of these Talons and Owls and especially of Nell Little. “They must have used lead, wherever they took her.”

Stephanie Brown closed her eyes, and took a breath so deep and so long that Kara worried it might shatter her.

“Of course,” she whispered. She pivoted on her heel and stormed up the stairs, throwing her leather jacket off as she went, leaving her helmet behind.

Kara followed her, drawn by some instinct that she could not quite place.

The steps up to the Manor felt longer than usual, dragged on by each beat of Stephanie Brown’s heart. Kara could have raced up them, of course, but she kept pace, staying only a few steps behind Steph, each step just loud enough to let the Bat know that she was here, that she could say something if she wanted to be left alone.

Stephanie said nothing at all, and Kara kept following.

The Cave had been too small, too full of people, to deal with the explosion that was rattling around in Steph’s ribcage.

There was a room, purple and soft, a room for a child that was never going to come back, a child that had been buried in the ground, and Steph walked towards it, ignoring her silent, Kryptonian companion.

Nell Little was gone, because Stephanie Brown was a failure. She had brought this down upon them, somewhere, somehow. She had angered the Court of Owls, had awoken a fairytale, a nursery rhyme, and now it was war.

How many wars was it now, wars for Gotham, had she soaked her hands in? Her first rampage, her second brutal reign as the Red Hood, the Battle for the Cowl, and now this? A War of Owls, a War for Gotham?

She had brought the sky falling down around them, and surely, eventually, the other Bats would finally admit what they all already knew; that Stephanie Brown was cursed, and outsider to them and their ways, and that she would never be one of them again, if she had ever been in the first place.

The scream that was building in her throat pressed against her lips, threatening to bubble over, but she held herself back, biting her tongue before the taste of blood filled her mouth, and she gagged.

“Do you think this is a game?”

“Stephanie?” Kara asked, and Stephanie grabbed the nearest vase and vomited.

The taste was foul but Stephanie gripped the vase with both hands so tightly that she thought it might break, breathing heavily as her shoulders shook, the tears threatening to break loose.

Nell was gone, and Nell was in the enemy hands, and Nell had run right into a trap, and they weren’t going to find her.

The vase was taken out of her hands, and a glass of water was pressed into it.

“It’s not your fault, Stephanie,” Kara said, and those alien blue eyes of hers were full of kindness as Steph drank the water.

It was kindness that Steph did not deserve.  

Kara Zor-El had been a convenience, back in Metropolis. A useful team-up to take on the Black Mask’s expanding operations into Metropolis, to try to draw him back in to Gotham, where he felt safe, and where Stephanie could be sure that she could reach him.

The team up had been a convenience, because Kara was bulletproof and didn’t ask too many questions, and everything else that had followed had just been… natural. Kara was beautiful and funny and clever, and Steph hadn’t had a single regret, even if it had ended in literal flames.

Kara didn’t know, not really. She had watched the buildings go up in flames, but she hadn’t seen the true depths of who Stephanie Brown was, or know what she was really capable of. She hadn’t seen her shoot Tim Drake through the leg in order to kill one of the Mask’s men. She hadn’t seen her beat him to a bloody pulp, only stopping because Cassandra Cain had intervened.

She hadn’t seen Stephanie Brown bring down a roof on her and Bruce’s heads, just in the desperate hopes that she might kill the Black Mask with them, not caring if either of them had lived or died, as long as she had gotten her vengeance.

Kara did not understand, even if she thought she did, what exactly Stephanie Brown was.

Maybe none of them did, downstairs.

Stephanie Brown was no hero, was not the girl with a laugh and a purple cloak that had gone into the ground. She was not Robin or Spoiler, she was nothing but the tattered and bitter remnants of that girl, and what was left was a killer, a monster.

She still was the woman who had nearly beaten Tim Drake to death with her hands, because he had dared to take on the weight of her crimes for himself, who had ran away from everyone who had ever loved her for fear of what would happen if she allowed them to see her.

She had pretended for months upon end, trying to be something she wasn’t, trying to create the illusion of someone who could, maybe, be a hero again one day, but now, Nell was missing, and Stephanie was under no pretensions about how this had happened.

“It is,” Steph whispered. “If I hadn’t—”

“Stop that,” Kara said.

“Stop what?” Steph threw out her pain towards Kara, sharpening her words like the knives that she no longer used, because Cassandra Cain had asked her to stop, because Cassandra Cain was still trying to build her dead best friend up out of the scraps that was Stephanie Brown. “Stop knowing what I am?”

She stepped closer to Kara, throwing aside the empty glass.

“I’m a killer. I don’t do that anymore, but that doesn’t change what I am.”

“You—”

“I can’t bring them back,” Steph snapped. “I came back, but they don’t get to, and maybe that’s good for most of them, but there’s no way that nobody I killed could have changed, could have been better. Why do I get to live and they don’t? Why do I get to change, and they don’t? Why do I get a second chance, Kara?”

Kara opened her mouth.

“I’m going to get Nell back,” Steph said. “One way, or another. I’m going to get her back. And who knows? Maybe I’ll back down that hole again. Maybe I won’t. But I know that I’m done. After this? I’m done.” She closed her eyes.

“There’s never going to be enough to fix what I did.”

She was never going to be Stephanie Brown, the Girl Wonder, again. She was never going to be young and full of a joy that tumbled outward, boundless, swinging across rooftops. She was never going to be Spoiler again, full of a youthful righteous rage and a fierce and persistent knowledge that she was helping people.

Maybe she had once been that girl, who had been Cassandra Cain’s best friend, Tim Drake’s girlfriend, Bruce Wayne’s Robin, Crystal Brown’s daughter, but she was nothing but a spiteful shadow of that girl. She had taken everything any of them had ever given her and crushed it beneath her feet in the name of her vengeance.

She had been dead for days before they found her body, and she had never forgiven them for that, and the entire city of Gotham had paid, because she had been unable to accept that they had limitations, that they had been unable to avenge her, that they had been too… good to compromise like she had, to put her killer’s skull beneath the barrel of the gun, to take that decision into their own hands.

Stephanie Brown had been unavenged, and so the entire city had paid, because she was selfish and angry, and she would have robbed them of their greatest protectors in the name of her revenge. In her desperation to kill Roman Sidonis, she could have killed Batman, would happily have done so, if it meant that the bastard had just been dead.

The girl who was Robin had ran straight into a monster’s arms, believing herself to be helping, and it had been the thing that killed her. Her trust in Batman, her attempt to do right, had killed her, had led to her being six feet beneath the ground and clawing her way up through graveyard dirt.

What was left after the graveyard, after the Lazarus Pit… that wasn’t Spoiler, wasn’t Robin, wasn’t anything that any of them could recognize, not really.

What Stephanie Brown was now, was a killer and a monster, and nothing could ever change that.

When she opened her eyes, Kara was gone, and Stephanie Brown was standing alone in a hallway, with a shattered water glass at her feet.

The room was full of whispers and the rustling of feathers.

Nell Little kept her eyes tightly shut and kept her breathing even, terrified of giving any hints that she was awake, when she didn’t know where she was.

“She’s old,” one person said.

“Not too old,” another said. “You were older.”

“She fights well.”

“Yes.” A hand, gloved and strange, brushed against Nell’s forehead, and her eyes flew open without her meaning to, but it was only in time to catch the barest hint of a black, eyeless mask and the tail end of a feathered cape.

Nell Little sat upright, and her cape was missing.

There was a room, filled with children, all staring at her with wide, strange eyes.

The room felt like a room in a movie; large and concrete, the sheets thin and scratchy, the blankets grey and worn, the lightbulbs protected by cages.

They had taken her armor and her cape and her mask, leaving her in the tank top and leggings she wore beneath them. At the foot of the bed she was in, lying atop the covers, there was a folded set of clothes; grey and blue in color, the same clothes as the other children wore.

There were five others in the room, one in each of the beds.

They all stared at Nell, but did not get up.

“Hello,” Nell said. “I’m Scarlet.”

The one right across from her looked at her with wide, panicked eyes, and held a finger to her lips.

Nell frowned and got to her feet.

There were no windows, in this room that was not quite a cell. It was small, with the six beds almost pressed against each other, the ceiling just high enough that if Nell stood on her toes and reached, she could not quite reach the caged frame of the lightbulbs. The seam in the wall that marked the door was not quite invisible, and it resisted all of Nell’s attempts to push or pull it open.

A hand wrapped around her wrist, and Nell pulled back, yelling.

All five of the others had followed her, their eyes strange and wide, eerie in their silence.

One of them, a different one than before, pressed a finger to his lips, staring at her with wide, amber eyes.

Nell jerked her arm out of the grip of the girl who had shushed her the first time, glaring at all of them.

“Who are you?”

This time, all five of them pressed their fingers against their lips desperately. The first girl, with tangled hair that might have once been red, but was now dull and limp, pointed at the door, then held her finger up to her lips again.

“They’ll punish me if I keep talking?” Nell guessed.

All five of the others nodded.

They were strange, these children, with their matching clothes and scared eyes. Nell was not quite the oldest of all of them—there was a boy, one who had done nothing to distinguish himself, but whose hair was the longest of any of them, who looked to be her age or a little older.

“Do they punish you?” Nell whispered. If it was just her, she could take it. Steph had taught her to be strong, had given her the tools that she would need to take it. If it was just her, she would scream and batter at the doors and when they came to punish her, she would make them fight for every inch.

But Steph would come for her, and so she wouldn’t risk the others, even though they were strangers, just to make herself feel better.

The others nodded, all of them looking down, and Nell took a deep breath, and nodded.

Relief shining in their faces, the other children took her hands and led her to the bed furthest away from the door.

The smallest of them all—the last boy, who looked to be seven years old, with straw colored curls—climbed beneath the bed, and returned, carefully cradling in his arms a handful of treasures.

There were two feathers, a handful of small steel balls, a shard of mirror, and two equal sized lengths of a wooden pole.

The boy offered Nell these eclectic items; the toys, Nell realized, that they had to play with, in this small room.

Nell, unsure, selected one of the poles, and the girl with limp-red hair took the other one, and enthusiastically raised hers, motioning for Nell to come forward.

The three boys took the balls and feathers and set up a crude game of marbles, while the last girl, the one with black hair and freckles that were fading, took the mirror and sat on the bed, staring at the door.

Nell stared at this scene, unsure of what to make, of these strange children in this strange room, before finally lunging forward with her stick to combat the other girl.

She parried easily, with a fierce grin, and as she grabbed Nell by the wrist to pull her forward, a whisper carried from her closed mouth to Nell’s ear.

“My name is Carrie,” the other girl whispered, and Nell’s eyes widened as she continued to spar, a strange kind of hope kindling in her chest at this tiny sign of rebellion.

[skarsgardonhard]

Hire Me || Roman x Reader

Disclaimer: This is a re-titled (and possibly edited) work that I posted on another blog.

Concept: Roman Godfrey is hiring a new secretary. When y/n shows up for the job interview, he puts her to the test. How badly does she want this job and what will she do so that he hires her?

The Godfrey Tower loomed over your head like a bad omen. It’s large entrance felt like the mouth of a gigantic monster, ready to devour you. All of these thoughts didn’t help to ease the nervousness that you were feeling about your interview with the CEO of the company, Roman Godfrey, but you somehow found the strength to push through it, walking through the door. This was a pretty big deal, after all, and it was a job that would put you in a pretty good position to pay off all of your student debts and then maybe you could actually go on to do the things you actually enjoyed doing. The thing that really worried you though was the fact that you weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle Roman. Considering you were applying to be his personal secretary, that was kind of a big deal.

You’d seen pictures of him in magazines and you knew that he was barely even an adult. He’d taken over the company literally after turning 18, something that had likely been in his departed father’s will. You felt bad for him, honestly, having to grow up so damn fast, but the thought of having a boss nearly a decade younger than you was one of the very few cons of getting this job. Despite that, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to his last secretary for the position to even be open in the first place. You paused your thinking as you reached the front desk, introducing yourself to the woman who sat there. She didn’t seem too happy to see you either, perhaps your outfit was a bit too dressed up? Maybe she thought your make up looked too trashy? You were just trying to look professional, but beggers couldn’t be choosers and anyways she wasn’t the one you were trying to impress. She pointed you in the right direction though so you headed for the elevators and made your way up.

When the doors finally opened, you were greeted with another desk. A younger woman than the first was twirling a pencil through her hair and popped some bubble gum, retracting it back to her mouth. The vibe felt different though the walls were still that startling white, like walking into a hospital for the first time. You straightened your pencil skirt and walked out of the elevator quickly, checking your watch. You were 20 minutes early so you expected you’d probably be forced to sit and wait for Mr. Godfrey to be finished with whatever he’d had scheduled previously. You introduced yourself again and found yourself getting the same reaction as the first woman. She popped her gum again before pressing a button on a device that seemed to work almost like a walkie talkie.

“Mr. Godfrey. Your 2 o’clock is here for her interview.” She said dryly, rolling her eyes as she said it. You couldn’t help but shuffle awkwardly as you both waited for a response. Instead, the door behind her opened and out came Roman. He looked a bit disheveled and after a moment, a tiny woman snuck out from the room, trying to be unseen. You had a good idea of what was probably happening and it took all of your will power not to scrunch your nose in distaste. Not to say he wasn’t a good looking guy, but…well, that was just kind of trashy. Half of you wanted to turn around and leave, but then you remembered all the bills you needed to pay and how you wouldn’t be able to pay them if you didn’t get this job. Shit.

“Come in, Mrs. (y/l/n). I wasn’t expecting you so early, but I’m free to do it right now.” His smile was tight…and almost unpleasant. To an extent, it kind of looked like he was in pain, like he was going through something that he wasn’t telling anybody else. You forced yourself to smile despite the observation, following him to his office, readjusting your purse that hung off of your shoulder. He gestured for you to take a seat in front of his desk before walking around it and taking one himself. He rested his elbows on the oak desk and somehow managed to hold that smile. You brushed a few locks of your hair behind your ear awkwardly, crossing one leg over the other.

“So, you’ve worked plenty of secretary jobs according to your resume.” Roman glanced down at a file he had open on his desk. You couldn’t help but try to peak at it, seeing there were pictures in there. You hadn’t given them any pictures so where had he gotten them from? Your brows furrowed as he closed the file before you could really see what was in it. Had they been collecting information on you? Why? You blinked a bit before you looked back up at Roman, his green eyes meeting your eyes.

“Yes. Picking up phones. Doing paperwork. It’s kind of my specialty.” You admit a bit sheepishly, “I’m very task based and goal oriented.” You were just trying to say the really basic shit that won people over. You wanted to make yourself look as fit for the job as possible. Yet, you felt forced and fake and the vibe was so tense. Why?

“So say…I needed you to do something for me…you wouldn’t stop until you completed that task, right?” Roman asked and something in his expression changed. You just couldn’t pin point what. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, swallowing a bit. You didn’t know what he was talking about specifically and he didn’t exactly give any specifics. Was this some kind of test and if so, what was the right answer?

“Well, yes. I mean, I’m completely capable of multitasking.” You weren’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but you could see the wheels in his head metaphorically turning. You could feel your palms getting wet from nervousness. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose ever so slightly for a second. He noticed.

“How badly do you need this job, y/n?” Roman questioned after a moment. Your eyes went wide, your expression completely giving you away. It felt like he could see right through you. Into your heart, your soul and all of your intentions, or maybe he knew something about you that you didn’t think he knew. Of course he had to know considering all the pictures you got glimpses of where your resume was.

“I…I have a lot of student debt I have to pay off…I’m a few months behind on rent…” You stammered. All of your confidence had been thrown out of the fucking window. Great. Now you looked pathetic and desperate. The game was to make them think they needed you and not the other way around. Wasn’t that how companies took advantaged of their employees?

“So you need it pretty fucking badly, huh?” Roman stated, leaning back with a smile, “But are you going to be good at all the things I want you to do…that’s the question.” You blinked a bit at his words. You still weren’t understanding what he meant or maybe you did and just didn’t want to take it that way. You knew damn well you could probably sue the company if he meant what he could mean, but...would that really be worth it?

“I’m sure I’m fully capable of whatever you-” Your hands were shaking now, you rubbed them off on your skirt as you really tried to articulate what you wanted to say. He was looking at you with those bright green eyes and you felt like a prey being hunted by a predator, but worse. He was the cat who had your mouse tail between his paws and was just playing with his food before eating. You were already dinner.

“Get on your knees.” He cut you off, “Get on the floor and crawl to me like a kitten.” Your expression gave you away. You were completely caught off guard even after his making a pretty solid first impression. You knew you should run but…you found yourself getting down on your knees instead, crawling underneath his desk. He pushed his chair back so he could watch you do it, biting his lip.

“Come here, kitty.” He hummed, patting his lap. You crawled between his legs and sat down on the floor. He cupped your cheek with his large hands, looking down at you. “Wow. You’re such a good girl.” He brushed your hair back then, moving the other hand to unbutton and unzip his pants. You already knew what was going to happen next. “Reds my favorite color, you know? It’s like…blood.” He ran his thumb over your lips, “So I think you should wear this lipstick every day. Don’t you?” You nodded before he put his thumb in your mouth. You sucked on it softly and he made a soft sound of approval, hand sliding down his pants to stroke himself slightly.

“Let’s see how those pretty red lips feel on my cock.” Roman announced then, pulling his dick out of his slacks. You weren’t exactly like porn star experienced, but you’d had your fair share of lovers, so you were sure that you could get a guy like Roman to get his rocks off, but then again, it seemed he had been with more people than you had been with even though he was so much younger. Your thoughts melted away as he grabbed hold of your hair, pushing your head toward his dick. You parted your lips, letting his tip slip between them before tightening them.

“Fuck.” He panted as you lapped at the head of his erection. You moved one hand to grip the base of his shaft, working your mouth up and down what you could get comfortably. He didn’t seem to mind for the moment, but you were almost positive he was going to make you deep throat at least once. You could taste your lipstick on your tongue, coming off from all the saliva you were producing from sucking him off, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re really good.” Roman mumbled, pulling you off his cock by your hair. Your lipstick was smeared all over your lips by now and likely coating your chin, but he still thought you looked pretty. “I want to bend you over the desk and fuck you till I cum. Do you want that?” Roman asked, using his other hand to smear your lipstick even more. You nodded and he bit his lip, slapping your face lightly. It took you off guard. “Say it.”

“Yes. Yes I want it.” You panted. He stood up then, pushing the chair back against the wall and pulling you up. He turned you around swiftly and pushed you onto his desk, papers and pens and pencils scattering onto the floor. You felt him lift the back of your skirt up and you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Black thong. Very basic.” His hands were cold against your ass as he rubbed it, finger hooking to the small string of the thong before pulling it off completely. You felt so revealed, but he was indifferent to how uncomfortable it might be for you. “I can see how wet you are without even touching.” He jerked your hips back towards him then, but he paused, reaching into his desk drawer. You could hear him unwrapping the condom and the sound of him putting it on. Well, at least he was practicing safe sex. “You’ve really been so good…and I should finger you a bit, but…daddy’s impatient.” You felt his tip press against your hole, the wet sounds of your juices on latex filled the room. “If you do good this time, I’ll make sure you cum a lot next time we play.” Did that mean you were getting the job? You wanted to ask but suddenly he was all the way inside of you.

Your thighs quivered as he began to work his hips. You should have known better to think a kid like Roman was going to start by going slow. He wanted to get what he wanted and he wanted to get it now. The desk groaned underneath the weight of you bouncing against it. His thrusts were hard and quick and he couldn’t seem to keep quiet but neither could you. His nails dug into your hip and you were sure they were about to draw blood when suddenly his hips stilled, hands tracing over your ass again before he was slowly pulling out.

“Congratulations.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, “You’re hired.”

[finnbalorbae-blog]

Morning Surprises l Jeff Hardy l

Summary: After Raw you and your boyfriend go back to the hotel, and Jeff is in the mood but you are very tired from being in the main event for the Raw’s Women’s title, after you shower and change you quickly fall asleep and the next morning, you wake up to a surprise.

(A/N: There will always be a A/N, before every imagine and i am so sorry for these being short like im trying not to write all short and shit, also like if you don’t like a lot of cussing don’t read any of my stories - XOXO FinnBalorBae)

Warnings: Smut

It was already 45 minutes into the main event on Raw and you and Sasha were both drained out, you were both just throwing blows at each others, both weak but still determined to win. 

It was the day after Summerslam and you were called up from NXT to challenge Sasha Banks to the Raw Women’s Title. It’s almost the end of the show and yet you both were still fighting strong until you finally gained some energy and started hitting her repeatedly in the face until she fell on the floor.

You had enough energy as you started screaming and hitting at the mat as you backed into a corner, everyone knew what you were setting up for. Sasha stood up and looked around the ring and you ran full force at her and speared her to the mat as you pinned her.

Everyone knew way way before you met Jeff you had met Roman while he was wrestling in WWE one day, he trained you into the wrestler you are today, he even taught you how to properly do the spear, and it will forever be your finishing maneuver. 

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DING! DING! DING! 

“And Your New Raw Women’s Champion, (Y/N)!” the announcer said as you stood up and the referee handed you the title, then held your hand up as you started crying.

The tears that came out were tears of joy, you were so happy that you had won the Champion on your first day being on Raw.

You slid out of the ring as the crowed cheered you on:

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

You walked backstage as everyone congratulated you, including Kurt Angle,  but then you saw Roman, your mentor, and gave him a tight hug,

“Thank you for everything Roman, your the best teacher a girl could have” you spoke to him as he hugged you back

“Your welcome (Y/N), it was fun teaching you” he said as you both pulled away from the hug, smiling at each other. 

You started walking even more until you got to your boyfriend, Jeff Hardy.

You and Jeff met back when you both were in Total Nonstop Action, or TNA for short. You both instantly hit it off there and you were inseparable, everywhere people saw Jeff they saw you, everywhere people saw you they saw Jeff, Until one day you decide to say; fuck it. You asked him out and he said yes, and after that day you and him have been together. 

You were the first one called to be in NXT as your contract with TNA had already ended, so you took that chance and went to NXT and trained as Jeff stayed with TNA. It was a little rocky but both of you manged to stay in contact, by facetiming everyday, calling and texting then Jeff’s and Matt’s contract ended with TNA and WWE instantly wanted them so of course they took that offer up, and the rest is history.

When you saw Jeff you quickly ran up to him and jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist as he spun you around

“I won baby! Look at me! The new Women’s Champion” you said happily and exhausted

“I know baby, now lets go home for some celebration sex” he said as he carried you to his locker room, as he collected both of y’all things and walked out with you still on top of him and both of y’all bags in his hands.

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Jeff had checked you both into the hotel, earlier that day, so you both manged to get a very good suite.

You were still holding onto him, you had your head in the crook of his neck and your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. All Jeff did was smile the whole time as he held you. 

To Jeff you were so light so he didn't even mind when you quickly hopped back on top of him once you both got out of the car. He got the suitcases and bags. Jeff got the room key from the receptionist at the front desk and walked into the elevator with you still wrapped around him as he and clicked on the floor number; 6.

“You know you will have to get off me eventually” he said laughing.

“I don’t want to though, im comfortable right here” you said as you laughed along with him.

“Just wait until we get in the room” he said into your ear smirking.

“Maybe not today Jeff, I am super tired” you said as the elevator doors opened and he walked you to the room you both share; 634.

He opened the door to the room as he walked in and sat the suitcases and bags on the floor as he closed the door locking it.

You hopped off Jeff and smiled at him and gave him a long kiss to thank him for carrying you.

“Thanks for carrying me Jeff” you said as you got your pajamas, which consisted of black lace panties and a Jeff Hardy t-shirt. 

As you started walking to the bathroom, Jeff quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him,

“Where do you think your going baby” he said as he started kissing at your neck, while grabbing at your ass,

“I’m tired tonight baby, I cannot do this tonight” you said, and you were right, the match did take a lot out of you, you were physically drained, Sasha put up one hell of a fight to keep her title but in the end you were still the winner. 

You quickly pushed Jeff away and ran to the bathroom and locked the door and started the shower. Jeff had ran after you but was to slow to keep up.

“Oh come on baby! (Y/N)!” he yelled as you were already in the shower and was giggling as you washed up.

10 minutes later you were finally out of the shower and put your clothes into a bag and placed in into your suitcase and you laid on the bed next to Jeff,

“Now baby?” he asked as you smiled and nodded,

“After you shower baby” you said smiling at him as he quickly got up and grabbed some clothes going into the bathroom.

You giggled at him as he was always like this but you were still tired and after 7 minutes of waiting you finally fell asleep on your back. 

Jeff had came out of the bathroom, in only his boxers, as he walked into the bedroom he saw you fast asleep on the bed as he groaned.

“Fuck” he said aloud as he was kind of upset that he couldn’t please you for your hard work but he understood why you were so tired. He got in the bed next to you and fell fast asleep.

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The next morning, Jeff awoken first to see you still fast asleep, laying on your back as Jeff had a great idea in mind, he smirked to himself as he got under the covers and got in between your legs. He slowly removed your black lace panties, making sure to not wake you as he did. This is something Jeff had always wanted to try, waking you up to pleasure, he was a pro at eating you out but normally you were awake.

He licked his lips as he saw your pussy right in front of his face, he smirked and slowly spread your legs open as he got closer to your pussy and started sucking at it.

Jeff started licking up and down your clit as he sucked at it also. He would shove his tongue in and out of you and swirl it around, he started hearing moaning sounds as he looked up and saw you moaning and grabbing at your boobs. He smirked as he kept on sucking at your pussy, knowing all the places to suck on. 

He shoved two fingers inside of you and kept on sucking on your pussy, he knew you were close once he felt your pussy clench around his fingers. He had an idea in mind to get you awake and started biting softly at your pussy and that set you over the edge, you had woken up screaming in pleasure as you had released your juices inside of his mouth and on his fingers.

You sat up on your elbows and pushed the covers off on you to see Jeff in between your legs, you bit your lip softly,

“This is the best way to wake up baby” you said as he sat up and smirked at you,

“And its not over yet baby” he smirked as he pulled you on top of him as he laid back and held your hips

“Ride my dick baby girl” Jeff said in a dominate way.

“Yes daddy” you said knowing it turned him on even more as you positioned yourself with his tip as you finally sat down on his cock letting the entire thing enter you.

Jeff let out a loud moan as he felt himself fill you up,

“My baby girl always tight for me” he moaned out

“Only for you daddy” you moaned along with him as you started bouncing on his cock,

You were already close to your orgasm again as you had already came once before not to long along. Jeff was groaning under you, holding your hips and mumbling profanities unlike you were screaming out profanities in pleasure.

“Im close baby girl” he groaned out loudly

“So am I Daddy” you moaned with him as you bounced faster feeling your walls clench around his cock, and that seemed to take Jeff over the edge as he released inside of you and then you released with him.

You stopped bouncing and got off of him cuddling into his side,

“This was the best congratulations sex ever” you said looking up at him

“It really was (Y/N), it really was” he said laughing as he kissed your lips smiling.