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right where you left me

part: 4 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 2.2k c/w: sexual content, language, alcohol a/n: heyyyyy!!!! finals DONE! we will see how they went :) but here is the update you guys have been begging for. LOVE YOU ALL!

MAYA’S POV

“My parents - they’re in Minnesota.”

I hand her my phone. “Address.”

“Is your password the same?”

“Yes.”

It’s all so quick and I’m glad for it. Now I don’t have time to think and ponder and wonder about whatever the hell is going on with me. Paige makes me so damn weak. I feel resigned to the fact. Three years later, and I still come running the second she calls. I chance a glance at her, only to find that she’s staring at me, her eyes glazed over.

“Maya, I-”

“Shut up. Just don’t. Please, just don’t.” I instruct, pulling up in front of her house, jerking to halt.

“Keys,” I demand, and she jumps, digging around in her pockets for them frantically before clattering them into my open palm. I shove open the car door, walking briskly to unlock her house. I feel her stumble close behind me, her arms around my waist again, lips spattering kisses over my neck.

I finally get the door open and we stumble through. Immediately, I turn to her, desperate for the feeling of her lips on mine again. I kiss her, slow, deep, and long, chasing that sensation I’d felt when we kissed outside Azzi’s house. It shivers through me, a sense of home.

Nothing has changed.

Paige picks me up from under my thighs, looping my legs around her waist. She carries me into her bedroom, which is on the first floor of this house. Her old room was upstairs. Her arms are stronger now, her body more solid, her grip firmer.

Everything has changed.

We fall onto her bed, the sound of her panting against me a symphony against the moans she coaxes from my mouth. I taste the alcohol on her lips and for a moment, I can convince myself that I’m drunk off of it. Drunk off of her, off her warm fingers on my cold skin, of her lips against my ear, whispering to me.

“Missed you so fucking bad, ma.”

My thighs twitch and I push her back against the bed, kissing her hungrily.

“Didn’t wanna… Didn’t even wanna fuck anyone else. Jus’ you,” Paige tells me between kisses. I pull back, shocked at her admission. Hovering over her face, I search her eyes. “What?” I breathe incredulously. She pushes my hair out of my face, cupping my jaw. “Only you,” she mumbles, her bottom lip quivering a bit. “Always you,” she whispers. I shut my eyes, wincing.

I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this.

“Paige, you’re drunk,” I tell her, clambering off of her. She reaches for me clumsily, grasping at my arms, trying to pull me back to her. “We shouldn’t do this right now.”

“Why the fuck not?” She demands, lurching up to a sitting position on the bed.

“You’re not exactly sober right now. I shouldn’t. I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Have sex with me? Or be around me?”

“I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

Paige laughs derisively. “Oh, God. You’re fuckin’ stupid, you know that?”

“Watch your mouth,” I spit immediately.

“Only you would drive around to find me when I call you drunk, when I kiss you, and still think you’re taking advantage of me.” Paige’s tone is mocking.

“Jesus, Maya, I want you sober, too, if you can’t fucking tell.”

“I can tell.”

She eases off the bed, taking two steps towards me until she towers over me. “You don’t want me, Mai?”

Paige leans in, ghosting her lips over mine. “Don’t wanna kiss me?” My throat hitches. She’s so close, and she smells fucking incredible. Her breath reeks of alcohol, but her nose brushes against my jaw, and I nearly cave right then.

“Don’t wanna touch me?” She demands softly, placing a soft kiss right below my ear. I let her. I’m afraid if I try to stop her, try to push her away, there is no outcome where I don’t end up tangled on that bed with her. She’s… she’s too much. Everything about her is fucking magnetic and I'm damn near high off of it. It’s all too much.

She steps back for a second, shrugging her shirt off and tossing it to the side. I’m frozen.

Fuck. She’s still perfect. Even more perfect, somehow, her jeans hanging low off her hips, her collarbones and abs on full display in her sports bra.

Paige takes my hands, pulling me towards her. “Touch me, Maya.” She brings my hands to her torso, running them up and down her body, all the sinew and muscle tensing under my fingertips. I nearly moan at the feeling, delirious with want for her. “Look at me,” she demands softly, and I do.

Paige has always been beautiful. But now, with wisps of her blonde hair falling into her needy blue eyes, her lips swollen… in my desire-drunken haze, she looks fucking angelic.

I feel the rise and fall of her breath, and I swear I can feel the racing of her heart.

“Maya. Please, baby,” she says, and I think to myself that it’s hardly fair of her to beg.

I’m on her immediately, devouring her mouth hungrily, shoving her against the bed. I throw my crewneck off and straddle her hips, sinking into the feeling of her hands on my ass, grinding me against her as she kisses me ravenously. “Off, off, off,” I mutter, tugging at the button on her jeans. She lets me take them off, pulling down my shorts, too. Her hands trail over my legs as her lips claim mine again, lying next to me and dipping her hand under the panties.

“These… too,” she pants, and I nod hurriedly. Then I’m naked in front of her, and she’s still in her sports bra and boxers, but it’s Paige. I don’t feel like hiding myself or feel scared, though I shudder with the heat of her gaze on me.

She squeezes her eyes shut. “You…” she starts, then cuts herself off.

“What?” I whisper, shifting up to balance on my elbows.

Paige purses her lips. “You were always… so damn pretty,” she confesses, and I squeeze my legs together at her words. “And now you’re- you’re fucking beautiful, Mai. What the hell?” She whispers in disbelief. Her hand reaches for me, tipping my head back to trail down my neck. Her fingers ghost over my collarbones. Then her other hand comes up, both of them kneading my breasts softly, and my head tips back further as a moan spills from my mouth. They go down towards my stomach, and one of them pries my legs open. “Do you need…?” She asks.

I shake my head hastily, chest rising and falling with urgency. “Please just touch me,” I beg.

She leans down to kiss me, her hand inching between my legs.

And there’s something so sinful about the way her mouth swallows the whimper I let out when she pushes a finger into me, pumping slowly. “Good?” She asks. I nod shakily, reaching to wind my fingers into her hair as my mouth finds hers again. Her thumb presses into my clit, and she grins at the way I gasp against her tongue. She’s going so slow, and it’s so different from last time, from our first time.

It was clumsy, a wonder that either of us finished. We hardly knew what we were doing, but…

I wanted it to be with her.

I was seventeen and in love and I wanted it to be with her.

But now…

Now, I’m moaning obscenely as Paige expertly slips another finger into me, stretching me out, letting me adjust to the feeling before she speeds up. “Still good for you, ma?” She whispers. My eyes roll back into my head at that. “Mmm, fuck, yes,” I murmur, arching my back to buck my hips against her hand. Her fingers fuck into me deeper at that.

“So pretty all fucked out,” Paige groans, letting her head fall into the crook of my neck, her free arm inching under my back to press me closer. Her mouth finds my ear again. “Wanna hear you. Please,” she says. A moan tears itself from my throat when she hits that spot. “Faster,” I beg.

“I’m close, faster.”

“So good for me, so wet for me,” she mumbles, kissing me hard. And she’s right. I can hear it, the filthy, filthy sound of her fingers thrusting in and out of me.

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good when you come, ma. Just a little further- fuck, you’re so beautiful. Make me so wet, shit, baby. Fuck, Maya, you’re so… should’ve never let you go. I’m sorry, fuck, just… you’re almost there. Come on, finish for me, baby, you’re so close.”

She’s babbling, off on some fuck-drunk or alcohol-drunk tangent, but I’m saying the stupidest fucking things back to her, the feeling of her fingers inside of me scrambling my brain.

“I know, baby,” I pant.

“Please, Paige.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking-” This comes out of me as a whisper, cut off by a moan I don’t even try to contain.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I tell her, my hips moving off their own accord now, the knot in my stomach and the burn between my legs so close to exploding. Then her tongue is moving possessively against mine, and she’s whispering those sweet nothings into my mouth.

I finish with a cry, my head jerking back as she works me through it. My legs shake, hips still bucking, and my body feels slick with sweat. Paige looks down at me in awe.

“What?” I breathe, chest still heaving from my climax.

“You didn’t finish like that last time,” she admits.

I grin at her slyly. “You didn’t fuck me like that last time,” I remind her.

She eases her fingers out of me, and my thighs tense at the feeling. And then I feel empty, the weight of our delirious apologies and fucked up past settling over us. “Was this a mistake?” I ask her softly, searching her eyes, begging for an answer to make the feeling in the pit of my stomach go away, to silence the voice in the back of my head demanding - how could you have been so stupid?

But then Paige’s hands are stroking my side and the look in her eyes is so reverent that it nearly kills me. She shakes her head. “How could it be?” She mumbles the question, and her hand moves up to cup my face. “It’s us.”

It doesn’t strike me then.

It’s after - after I’ve ripped her clothes away, after I’ve had her thighs quivering on my head and after, with her taste still lingering on my tongue, when we stand naked in front of her bathroom mirror.

It’s when she wraps her arms around my waist, hands spanning my torso and squeezing me to her. It’s when her head nuzzles into the crook of my neck, the feather-light brushes she places there tickling me, eliciting giggles that she swallows with those all-consuming, earth-shattering kisses.

Kissing her tonight wasn’t the mistake.

Fucking her tonight wasn’t the mistake.

Letting her go in the first place was.

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PAIGE’S POV

My heart feels like it’s trying to escape my body. It’s clawing at my throat, scratching at my chest, screaming at me to be let out.

I can’t imagine why.

It’s already far outside my body, dancing with another girl at my high school prom.

I’m not a violent person. Competitive, sure. Abrasive, maybe. But I’ve never wanted to grab another girl by her ponytail and yank her to the ground so viciously until I met the bitch Maya’s dating.

She’s all wrong for her. All wrong. She’s too quiet, she doesn’t challenge her. She’s always silently judging me, wondering what the fuck I’m doing in Maya’s life when I was fucking here first.

Who the fuck even is this girl? Why is she my placeholder?

Maya’s mine. Everyone knows it. Shit, our parents have probably even caught on by now. I know it’s written all over my face - how I feel about her. I’m sure some part of her has always known, even before she picked me up from that party. I was shitfaced, drunk off my ass, but I’d still managed to call her.

And she’d come.

She’d padded two blocks in her pajamas, and she’d shown up in front of my teammate’s house looking like a goddamn dream.

I couldn’t help it. I kissed her. I kissed her and kissed her and kissed her and she let me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have. But this isn’t just some high school crush. It's not. Me and Maya - we’re forever.

Even though she’s mine - mine in the way her lips whisper my name when I kiss her, mine in the way that I have her heartbeat committed to memory, mine in the way that it was my name she panted last night and my bed she had woken up in this morning…

This other girl gets to hold her in public.

She gets to dance with her at prom, she gets to put that stupid fucking corsage on her wrist.

And I get to watch.

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something smutty with jonathan crane??

stole your car - jonathan crane x reader

hello anon, you asked and you shall receive hehe. i hope you like this one.

song: stole your car - charlotte lawrence

summary: your willing to do anything to get revenge on your ex-boyfriend - even if it's batshit crazy.

warnings: smut 18+ mdni!!, drugging, toxic relationship, gaslighting, reader is mentally unstable lol, p in v, choking, rough sex, facefucking, oral (m!receiving), it's just filthy lmao but they get their happy(ish?) ending don't worry

the sirens wailed off in the distance; a sound that signified a job well done on your part. the night was unruly - rain pouring down like the tears on your face when he left you, and the thunder and lighting were crashing down like your world when he told you he couldn't be deal with you anymore.

this is how you made me, you thought to yourself silently, as you watched the car combust into flames from the balcony of an old building in the middle of gotham. that'll show him.

you met jonathan when you were his patient - that's right, he used to be your therapist. ever since you laid eyes on him, you started to fall. hard. you were never really the crazy type - and certainly not the delusional type either, but jonathan knew exactly how to push all your buttons. he did have a phd in psychology, after all.

jonathan was no stranger to insanity - he was the scarecrow, but not many knew of the alter ego he possessed. you sure didn't, and you were clueless to what you were getting yourself into, but so was he.

the taste of his lips were your choice of drug, your fuel, what gave you life. the two of you started off your tumultuous and rocky relationship a little over two years ago. both of you were crazy about each other - unable to keep your hands off one another. slowly but surely, that lovesick craziness turned into actual craziness - bitter arguments, toxic behaviour, gaslighting, abuse - it was driving the both of you to new levels of insanity.

soon, the taste of lips started to make you sick.

after nearly two years of a being together, jonathan decided that he'd had enough. a part of him secretly loved that he was slowly breaking you down; driving you to the brink of insanity, but another part of him hated it. that gorgeous face of yours never failed to make his heart race, but what lied beneath was something that made even the master of fear himself, fearful.

"you're lucky your pretty, you know?" he spat, voice dripping with venom, "it's too bad that inside that pretty little head of yours - you're fucking deranged."

this was the final straw for jonathan. the two of you were having an argument again, and of course, he was the one to start it. he hadn't come home from work when he said he would, and it was almost an hour past 5, which is when he normally returned. understandably, you got worried and decided to fire off some...passionate texts.

you didn't mean to come off as harsh - you were just worried about him, but he didn't take to it too kindly. his loss.

"did you seriously think sending me pictures of you pouring bleach all over my expensive suits would make me want to come home?!" he exasperated, his gaze remaining cold. "and not only that, but you fucking shredded up every other piece of clothing i own, smashed my laptop, and broke every god damn dish in the house - and for what?" he looked exhausted, staring at the broken glass that littered the floor of the apartment.

you looked at him teary-eyed with a pout on your face, "i'm sorry, jonny, i just love you-"

"i love you too, but fuck-" he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "i just can't do this anymore, babydoll. i can't." he tells you softly, still using the pet name he always used for you. the look on his face told you everything his words failed to.

"w-what?" you ask, stepping towards him, in which he just stayed still, sighing at the mess around the two of you. "but..."

"i'm sorry, babydoll. i am." he tells you, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto your small hands with a gentle touch, "i don't think i'm good for you - don't think i ever was."

and that's how dr. jonathan crane ended things with you last week - but you were determined that this wasn't the end. you weren't one to back down, that's for sure.

now, you weren't entirely to blame here. actually, you weren't to blame at all. as crazy as jonathan liked to paint you out to be, this truly only started because of him. when the two of you met, you were a different girl; a sweet girl. you had a few boyfriends, never long term, but a few. your previous relationships weren't rocky at all, in fact, they were tame - very tame.

throughout the course of the almost two years that you and jonathan spent together, he was slowly dosing you more and more over time with his fear toxin. now, you thought you were going crazy, but he wasn't going to tell you that he was secretly drugging you - no, don't be silly. instead, he gaslit you into believing that you really were going crazy.

it started with just a drop or two in your juice, or even in your food sometimes - then it escalated to something more, it always did with jonathan. slowly but surely, he would up the dose to three, maybe four...five...six drops, and so on.

the side effects of the toxin being ingested were different to what his fear toxin would do when it was sprayed in a gas form onto his victim. the effects were...gradual. they would sneak up on you when you least suspected it.

it started off innocent - you would see shadows in your peripheral, dark, lanky shadows; they slowly turned into figures. dark, shadowy figures that would linger around. then, the audio hallucinations kicked in. voices, whispers, screams - he was slowly tipping you over the edge.

at this point, you couldn't stop him. you weren't even aware.

sighing, you snap yourself back into reality - enough already with the past. the combustion of flames ripping through jonathans brand new benz made you smile with pure glee. he knew he was a target, you smirk to yourself.

and so you stood there, on the balcony of that old building, in your sleep slip, black and lacy, listening to the sirens sound off. thankfully, the balcony had some sort of covering on it, so it prevented you from getting soaked from the rain. "always looking so beautiful - even when committing the most disgusting acts," jonathan would often say to you - perhaps he was right in that instance.

you were suddenly hyperaware of the sound of tires screeching below you, and you glanced down from the high balcony to see a blacked out car coming to a screeching halt, definitely burning the rubber tires, below you.

you couldn't see who got out of the car, as it was too dark out - the only light offered by the flames coming off your ex-boyfriends car in the distance of the twilight.

"so you're stealing cars now?" you hear a distorted voice come from behind you, and you whip your head around to see a man that you don't recognize - at least not yet.

you take a good look at this man who was dressed sharply, in a suit and tie, and what appeared to be some sort of sweater vest underneath. an ensemble you became all too familiar with. but the one thing you truly didn't recognize was the burlap mask on his face, tattered and a little eerie.

scarecrow.

you had seen this man on the gotham news quite regularly, the gotham pd was always trying to ease the publics nerves by saying they were working "diligently" to try and find the man behind the serial poisonings in the area - whatever that means.

"you're..." you trail off, the cold breeze nipping at your skin and blowing through your soft hair.

"i could kill you right now, you know." the distorted voice says to you in an eerie tone, but you just stare blankly at him. "it's like every time i think, 'she can't any fucking crazier,' you somehow do get crazier."

"yeah well, you're dumb enough to leave your car keys in your office out in the open. you don't see my car getting stolen and bursting into flames, do you?" you say casually, making him scoff. he was a little taken aback that you weren't too phased about him being the scarecrow, but given your track record - that wasn't too shocking.

"but why?" he asks, voice still distorted. you just shrug softly, "i wanted to get your attention."

"you don't have to steal my car and set it aflame to do that, you know." he says, blue eyes still holding a menacing gaze through the small eye holes in the burlap scarecrow mask.

"but i had enough of wanting your love when you never give it to me." you whine, causing him to scoff out a laugh.

"god, you're so fucked up." he tells you.

"you started it." you retaliate, causing him to become still.

"what are you, twelve?" he snaps, and you respond, still calm as ever.

"you're the one playing dress up, loser." you say gesturing to the mask, and you try your hardest not to giggle at your own joke. he just sighs before stepping towards you.

as you were about to mock him for yet another thing, he grabs you by the neck, pulling you towards him, causing you to choke - his grip a little too tight.

"feeling a little bold tonight i see," he says to you, voice seemingly not distorted anymore, "i can't lie, it does something to me - seeing how far you'll go for my love."

you struggle to breathe, unable to form a response. you just claw at the hand wrapped around your neck.

"oh, you poor thing," he coos mockingly, "it's okay, babydoll. you don't have to say it. i love you too."

and with that, he finally released your neck from his unwavering grip. you gasp and cough repeatedly, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. before you even have a chance to do so, he drags you inside the old building, taking you off the balcony - taking you out of sight.

he tosses the mask into a random corner of the room, disregarding it as he looked at you with a cold stare. "get down on your fucking knees, darling."

you do as your told, sinking down to your knees - which felt cold against the icy, marble floor of the dimly lit room. he wasted no time undoing his belt, pulling his already hard cock out.

he softly taps it against your cheek, then your lips a few times, a smirk painted on his face. "don't you wanna show me how much you love me? i mean, you went through all the trouble, blowing up my car and all..."

you sigh, slowly taking him into your mouth, sucking him off like you have a thousand times before. he instantly groans at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth, and his hand snakes behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

as you were licking and sucking his cock teasingly, he wasn't having it. jonathan decided that, again, he'd had enough. without warning, he shoved his cock down your throat - setting a brutal pace. you felt yourself gag around his length, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him; your mouth stuffed with his cock.

the feeing already had you soaked, and you let him use your pretty mouth the way he pleased. finally, he pulled your mouth off his cock - and you were trying to catch your breath.

"stay on the fucking floor, babydoll." he says to you using a gentle tone despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. "you're such a whore, aren't you? but you're my whore, isn't that right?" he cooed mockingly.

"mm, y-yes. i'm.." you swallow nervously, "your whore."

"that's what i like to hear." he smirks, looking down at you. he kneels down to your level, and wastes no time getting you out of your heels and lace slip, pushing you down on the cold tile.

"face down, ass up, sweetheart." he says to you, tone still soft. hastily, you turn around and arch your back, sticking your ass out. the black lace of your panties wasn't covering much, and he cursed under his breath at the sight.

"fuck," he groaned, "look at that." he softly trails a finger down your clothed cunt - your panties fucking soaked.

you felt his leg between yours, pushing them further apart - and you whimpered. he just laughed softly, pulling your panties down - and you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your folds.

swiftly, he pushed his cock all the way in - giving you no time to adjust. you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt out, and he let out a shaky breath before he started to move slowly.

"j-jonathan..." you moaned, arching your back even more, "f-fuck, faster please."

"you're so desperate for my cock, aren't you babydoll?" he asks you, suddenly fucking you at a much faster pace, knocking the wind right out of you. "mmph! y-yeah, i-" you couldn't even find the words to finish what you were trying to say, the feeling of his cock pounding your pussy making your head spin.

"that's it, baby. gonna fuck you 'till you can't even think straight anymore, fuuuuuck-" he moans, and you could feel yourself just getting wetter and wetter at his words. "i'm gonna fuck you stupid. you want that?" he asks.

too fucked out to respond, you just whine and moan, begging incoherently, making him groan lowly with a breathy laugh. "mm, thought so."

as he continued to split you open on his cock, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "o-oh, i'm gonna cum, fuck- can i cum?" you beg between gasps and moans, and he pulls your head back by your hair, causing you to whine, still impaling you mercilessly with his cock.

"yeah? you wanna cum?" he snarls in your ear, making you dizzy.

"please, let me cum for you." you say back, out of breath and all fucked out.

he keeps your head held up, "y-yeah, cum on my cock, babydoll." he says, stammering slightly as he's getting out of breath from the brutal pace he set while he fucked you, his cock reaching places so deep you didn't know if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

his words had a way at winding you up - and with a few more deep thrusts you were covering his cock in your cum - and squirting all over the floor. jonathan took in a heavy breath at the sight, "fuck, did you just squirt?" he asks breathlessly, "i need to see this, shit-"

you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out for a moment, slamming you down on the hard, cold, marble tile as he flips you around so that you're in missionary. grabbing a hold of your hips, he thrusts his cock back into your abused cunt with ease, tip of his cock hitting your cervix deliciously - making you cry out.

"c'mon, put on a show for me, babydoll. you can give me one more, i know you can." he almost pleads you, and within seconds, you're screaming his name out again, the clear liquid pouring out of you for the second time tonight. "fuck!" he says loudly, hips staggering as he fills you with him cum, burying his cock as deep as he could.

after a few more slow thrusts, he stops - still buried deep inside, making sure your fucked out cunt takes every last drop of cum he has to give you.

with one hand, he brushes a strand of your hair out your face, looking at you with...love?

"i know you miss me like i miss you." he whispers, and you nod along. "yeah, i think it's o-obvious." you manage to whimper out, still breathless and dazed from squirting not once - but twice.

"be mine again, babydoll." he says, voice barely a whisper; so quiet you don't think you've heard him properly.

"what's the catch?" you respond calmly.

"...go to therapy." he deadpans, looking at you. "god knows you need it."

you take a moment to think about it, before pulling him into a soft kiss, which he gladly returns. "okay," you tell him, "under one condition."

that got his attention, and he looks at you. "yes, babydoll?" he asks, innocently.

"i need you to understand that the toxin you think i'm oblivious to you slipping into my food and drinks is not what's driving me to insanity," you softly say, causing his head to shoot up, looking at you incredulously as you continue to speak.

"it's you."

a/n: sorry i realized i put in warnings for stuff that wasn’t actually in there because my brain got scattered writing this lmao

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