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“I’m gonna fuck you boneless.” He says it like a promise, but he might as well be fucking her already; she can feel a sharp, angry erection grinding against the small of her back through their clothes, kneading handfuls of soft, dirty flesh until she cries out in pain.
“Till your eyes pop outta your skull, you wicked little lawbreakin’ bitch.” Her knee bumps the handle of the baton as she kicks her legs out furiously. The cop just drags her in closer, snickering like a schoolyard bully.
“We’ll call it a civil forfeiture.”
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29 Nov 2025
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It’s just a movie, snacks, and a little bit of popcorn sharing.
But maybe it could be something more.(If the cats will ever stop interrupting.)
[I accidentally deleted Ch. 2, so sorry, had to update with the new version of CH. 2. (ALL MY LOVELY PEOPLE IN THE COMMENTS). I will be working on maybe another chapter or two given so many of y’all did request the possibility both here and on Tumblr.]
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02 Nov 2025
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Months into your prolonged captivity under the careful watch of Tim Drake, you find yourself with nothing to wear.
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13 Sep 2025
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You're Young, Take it Easy, You Have Time... by FancyLadySnackCakes
Fandoms: Keep Driving
13 Jul 2025
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Summary: It’s the early 2000s. You’re 18, newly licensed, and summer stretches out before you in faux leather, snake bites, and a teal mohawk. The Punk is a constant—sometimes riding shotgun, sometimes just in your head—but either way, you keep driving.
A/N: I don't imagine anyone will have heard of the game Keep Driving. However, check it out if you can; it's excellent, and I wrote a 25k fic for it... Please heed the tags for warnings. (There is SA in one of the chapters, and it's referenced periodically as the trauma heals.)
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28 Aug 2025
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He pressed his face to your neck. Inhaled deep.
“I know ya,” he whispered. “Better than anybody.”
You whimpered—high, panicked—and he shushed you again, slower this time. Soothed his hand over your cheek like you were breakable and beloved all at once.
“No one else gets to touch ya like this,” he murmured, the words dragging wet against your skin. “Ain’t nobody else that deserves to.”
The hand between your legs slipped beneath your panties with a slow, sick grace—fingers sliding straight to your soaked folds, rubbing over them in lazy strokes.
“Ya feel that?” he asked, the growing smile present in his tone. “That’s how I know. Ya say y’don’t want it, but yer body don’t lie, sweetheart. Never has.”
You choked on a sob beneath his hand.
“I been patient,” he offered, like it meant something. “So, so patient. Sat out in the rain for you. Burned for you. You think I don’t deserve a little sweetness after all that?”
His mouth brushed your ear. Lips soft. Voice breaking open into something more desperate.
“You owe me.”
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25 Aug 2025