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lorebite · 2 years

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Here’s one for your beautiful writing skills:

Jason and y/n are roommates. Secretly in love. HEAVY sexual attraction. Y/n is a virgin & insecure. ✨🕺🏻

Thank you, bby. 💖

Since I’ve already done two fics that include these topics separately, I thought I'd throw a wild card into the mix as well to avoid repetition. Hope you don’t mind. Also, This took me embarrassingly long to finish, so I'm sorry and thank you so much for being patient, love! 💗

Also #2, this fic very directly takes inspiration from Cops n’ Robbers by Anxious_Red (highly recommend listening to it if you’re into audio erotica and Msubs).

𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (teasing, dirty talk (Jason loves to ramble mid-coitus), use of handcuffs, telekinetic handjob, daddy kink, finger sucking, mentions of masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), bowstring position, very slight corruption kink). [roommate] enemies to lovers. superhero au. mentions of reader being inexperienced and insecure. friendly (?) jabs and banters. use of a silly nickname for Jason. sexually charged physical fight. praises and pet names.

Jason sat with his head hung, one hand holding a dripping bag of ice against his disheveled hair. You smiled at him from behind the bar table, mere steps away, as you tended to a customer. His eyes barely rose to meet yours, fingers wringing absentmindedly in his fringe.

The neon purple lights cast a soft shadow over his face and the bruises spread into his skin. He winced as he shifted on his stool, tongue worming out to wet the caked blood over his torn, chapped lip.

The bar was almost empty and yet, your ears were full of his pained complaints and fogged memories; one in particular, he kept circling back to. A certain masked vigilante whom he had fought only minutes before he stumbled through the doors of your workplace, completely out of it.

A traitorous smile struggled to split your face open as you walked back to him, tossing a towel over your shoulder before leaning forward with a palm against the edge of the bar table.

“Hey, man, you’re doing okay over there?”

You hooked your lip between your teeth, brows rising in a mocking show of concern.

Jason loosened his fist on the tabletop, drawing your eyes to the aggressive flush of his knuckles and the mark – your marketched in a fresh scar to the back of his hand; a designated “V” carved with two sharp swipes of your dagger. A humiliating reminder of his loss against you. But right now, he was too dazed for the weight of it to truly sink in.

“Yeah… ‘M fine… Need a beer…” He slurred, the words barely comprehensible above the faint chatter in the bar and his own near stupor. His eyes stared vacantly ahead at the liquor shelf behind you, then his finger rose to wave aimlessly in the air. “Some o’ that.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t need that, Jason. I’m not carrying your deadweight ass back home. And you didn’t tell me what happened to you.”

It took him an instance to gather his response. He was still clearly under the influence of the chemicals that knocked him out back inside the warehouse. He was being an absolute pain. If you hadn’t looked over your shoulder quickly enough, he would’ve been able to take off your mask. You had no choice. You had to put him down to protect your own identity.

“‘S just my head.” He finally argued, albeit very weakly, and with a petulant frown of his lips.

“Does it still hurt?”

He nodded wordlessly, letting the now watered-down bag of ice fall by his hand on the wooden table.

“Alright. I got you.”

As you picked up the plastic bag and turned for the kitchen, Jason caught your wrist. His grip was weak and his fingers immediately released you to fall back against the table when you stopped. He gave you a moue of protest.

“Don’t go.” He whined softly, almost childlike, and you resisted the urge to grin again.

“I’ll be a second. But you have to tell me what happened, okay?”

He made a drawn out “mhm-hmm” as you finally walked to the back of the bar and inside the kitchen to grab another makeshift icepack before returning to his side. You dumped the bag on the table and heaved a sigh.

“There you go.”

A moment of silence stretched between you as Jason picked up the plastic bag and to his head, grimacing at the first touch of biting cold against his skin before relaxing into it.

“Vex…” He mumbled, and even then, the venom in his voice was rich as he spat the name.

You, of course, knew what or who he was talking about. But to him, you were just an ordinary civilian he happened to share a roof with. And besides that, you had to pretend you didn’t know about his double life as a superhero.

“Who?”

“You know—the, um—the mark thing—the mark.” His hand waved vaguely in the air as a feigned frown of confusion tugged at your brows. He clicked his tongue in defeat, elbows spreading across the tabletop. Then, as though struck by a jolt of electricity, his arm shot in the air to show you the back of his hand and the scar upon it. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. That’s her.”

“That’s… Vex?”

He hummed lazily in agreement.

“You’re saying she roughed you up like this? She sounds pretty cool.”

He narrowed his eyes, jerking a pointer finger in your direction. “No, she doesn’t.” As if that wasn’t enough of a statement on its own, and seeing the small upturn of your lips as a challenge to himself, he stood halfway to reach over the table and fullyjab the pad of his finger at your chest. “No. She fucking. Doesn’t.”

You giggled.

“Alright. I heard you the first time.”

He plopped back down on his stool with a groan.

“I’m gonna get her back. I swear I am.”

“Whatever you say, Jason.”

The taunt came before you could hold from it but it didn’t shake him even slightly. If anything, he took offense to it, giving you a betrayed scowl of disbelief.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” He narrowed his eyes again. “When I finally grab that girl by the scruff and shove her face into those fucking cameras, I’m gonna sit here and say I told you so.” His rant sunk under a brief lull before he said again quickly, “and yeah. There will be cameras.”

“So, that’s it?” Typical buzzkill, you thought to yourself.

That was all he was planning to do if he finally caught you? You couldn’t say you were entirely surprised but you sure were disappointed.

He didn’t respond immediately, instead he scoffed and rolled his eyes. As if you had just appalled him, questioning what he stood for. And in your own twisted way, you quite were. If he knew he was talking to Vex herself right now, this conversation would’ve turned out a lot less civil.

“Why would I turn her in right away? It ain’t no fun.”

No fun, he said. No fun. Since when your lovely little hero was turning into you?

Months of this fox and hare chase and it took just tonight to find out Jason enjoyed this as much as you did. Truly strange. But maybe after all, he wasn’t just a stereotypical self-righteous prick of a hero with a stick far up his ass. Boring? Definitely. But that sentence alone told you even his morals tiptoed on a slippery slope. Oh, how fun indeed!

“Between you and me,” Jason started after a moment of silence from you. “I kinda like her – don’t get me wrong,” he quickly attempted to remedy what he said. “She’s still a pain in my fucking ass. But fuck, I’d kill to see her face.”

A string of thoughts then queued up in his head; ones he was clearly embarrassed to put into spoken words. But he wasn’t thinking about Vex anymore. His eyes stole guilty glances at you as his next thought emerged; see your body, I wanna see your body. The shame was pure evident in the flash of dark tinge across his cheeks as he averted his eyes shyly.

You almost choked on your own spit, the embarrassment of your own pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your heart fluttered as the thread of his thoughts wove and wove and muddied into filthier suggestions. They coiled tighter into a lustful heat, and panic burst like a spark in the back of his mind as he fought to push them away before he wasn’t able to stop his body from reacting to them anymore.

“Don’t let anybody else hear you say that.” You finally said, letting a small smirk spread across your lips.

Jason’s nightly fruitless search for you continued for weeks to come. You felt even more inclined to hide from him now. Since that night in the bar, everything began to spiral. What seemed like a stupefied, unspoken confession, became more serious, and also more tangible.

He came home every night, mind riddled with flashes of his painful bruises and weeping wounds. And they were so obnoxiously loud, they woke you in the middle of the night. You swore the man was screaming inside his own head, even as he shut the front door quietly and made his way across your tiny living room, trying his damnedest not to stir you.

And those nights you wished more than others to have been able to turn off his thoughts.

When he was in the confines of his bedroom, where he heaved his worn body over his small bed, it only took him minutes for it to start – what you liked to call his late night self-pity feasts; the soft rustling of the bedsheets, the harsh strokes of his fingers along his cock, and the thunderous need to cry out your name.

No concrete wall of any density could keep away all the ways he pictured you in those private moments. And it terrified you immensely. Because you knew how quickly the switch was going to be flipped if he were to find out who you truly were.

And perhaps for another reason, too which you weren’t willing to entertain the idea of now.

You already had your hands full with keeping a low profile and scheming an elaborate plan for the perfect moment to strike. You were going to pull out all the stops, put on one hell of a show to mark Jason’s downfall and take another win to your name. And you happened to have just the occasion in mind as well.

The morning of that fateful day, a regular morning like any other; quiet above all, except for the head-spinning gush of Jason’s thoughts that passed over the small dining table to you; somewhere in the midst, his mind slowed down as his eyes began staring vacantly down at your loose-fitting shirt.

You were raking your fingers through the damp threads of your hair before the clouded look in his eyes caught your attention. His mouth moved absentmindedly, his fork sliding back and forth over his food without picking up any, and then it hit you. As you raised your steaming cup to your lips to take a sip, a foreign stream of thought that certainly didn’t belong to you.

…god, I just wanna take those tits into my mouth.

You coughed out your gulp of coffee, shoulders hitching uncontrollably as you yanked a napkin off the table to hide your mouth behind. Jesus, this fucking man!

You wiped your mouth gingerly, avoiding Jason’s unmoving stare as his eyes followed the movement of your hands. Finally meeting his gaze, he quickly darted his focus down to his plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“I’m working late today.” He mumbled, and you almost marveled at how easily that lie fell through his teeth without him choking on it. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll have dinner at work.”

A rouge smile tugged at your lips as his “work” flashed in his head in quick bursts of colors – the national art museum and that pretentious charity gala he was going to escort the mayor to. A soft “mhm-hmm, sure.” tipped off your lips as you fought to shove down the flurry of heat rising rebelliously in your core, half of your mind still fixated on his previous untold comment.

His mind buzzed with excitement. Electrified. He had more reason than fulfilling his duty to the city this evening; a promise you – Vex had made him long ago that he was finally going to have his fill of a proper, fair fight. Jason was confident he was going to get you tonight. How quaint!

A few hours later, you were pressing through the doors of the museum, draped in your red dress and guised by your masquerade mask. You smiled shyly at your reflection in the large windows as you made your way down along the winding hallways. This was a nice change from the constant bulk of your armor suit weighing down on your shoulders.

However, you couldn’t help but feel quite exposed; the dress was perfectly tailored to your body, embosoming your silhouette while also leaving enough room for movement. The long slit running along the skirt rippled over your leg as you sauntered towards the ballroom, lured by the seductive tune of the string quartet.

You fidgeted with your fingers, thieving steps behind the other guests as they eagerly walked in and blended with the flow of expensive clothes and alluring aromas. The room hummed with the chatter of unspoken thoughts inside your ears, and you listened intently for that familiar echo that told you Jason was here as well. And somewhere in the midst, you had to scold your own nagging voice of anxiety before stepping in onto the cream marble tiles.

Your eyes shifted uneasily as did your feet, shoulders tense as every head you walked by began to feel much more like a prying eye pinned to your every movement. Voice of reason was in a constant battle with your gnawing anxiety, sending pinpricks of ice cold through your chest. I should’ve just stayed the fuck home, you thought begrudgingly, steering away from the slowly crowding floor of the ballroom as pairs of dancers joined hands for the next number.

“Red’s for sure your color, darling.”

You startled upon the familiar rasp from over your shoulder. You spun on your heels, your widened eyes meeting a pair of dark ones through a simple black mask. If it weren’t for the prideful singsong of his mind practically giving him away, that cocky quirk of his lips was a true seal on his identity.

Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand, long fingers beckoning – no, demanding – for yours. You arched a brow, gaze rising back to his questioningly.

“Think you owe me a dance.” And a fight, his mind finished for him.

He didn’t wait for your response, stepping immediately into your space to slip his hand in yours. His other palm grazed the small of your back, warm fingers pressing gingerly against the sheathed skin. The gentleness betrayed the cold look in his eyes as he tugged you suddenly forward, and you fell clumsily against his chest with a short gasp. His lips gave a playful twitch; a faint, barely there gesture that didn’t slip from your attentive eyes.

“Nice party, isn’t it?”

The dirty drawl of his voice raised goosebumps along your arms. The balmy air of the ballroom suddenly began to feel stifling and cold. His calloused grip tightened on your waist as he moved you against himself to the music. From this distance, you could smell the sharp tang of his cologne on his pulse points as he lifted his head to stare down at you from beneath his lashes.

The smooth skin of his neck showed through the unkempt collar of his white shirt. He was temptation itself in the rawest form. Rough. Heavy. Loud. And he was certainly no gentleman unlike what his polite television persona liked for you to believe. If the stealthy crawl of his hand trailing a path down beneath the slit of your skirt proved anything.

You smiled. “Patience, Kolchek. You don’t wanna give anyone the wrong idea, do you?”

His fingers closed around your thigh, pressing indents into the skin. His hand was so close to the holster strapped hidden underneath your dress, and you tried to not let the anxiety break upon your face.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m gonna bet if I kissed you right now, no one’s even gonna bother to turn and look over here.”

Oh, that fucker was messing with you! None of what he spoke rang true under his mischievous tone. Not even his head stayed loyal to the words on his lips.

“Is that a challenge or a promise?”

“You know me, sweetheart. I always play hard.”

“More like make things hard – whenever it’s not necessary.”

He hummed. “That’s your job, baby. I’m sure you can even feel it right now.”

His hands tugged you forward again and surely, there it was; the firm press of something hard that you could feel through the silk of your dress. You swallowed and stole a quick glance around the ballroom. You were much farther away from the watchful eyes of the guests, hidden in the cool shadows behind the tall archways that rose high to the dome ceiling. Truly, nobody could see you. Not even the cameras turned in your direction.

“That’s just my gun,” you finally remarked, returning your eyes to his. “But nice try.”

An easy laugh spilled free from his lips, eyes twinkling dangerously. “Smart smart girl,” he lilted. “Looks like you’re not so hopeless after all.”

“You wouldn’t be hunting me down for months if I were.”

“What makes you think you get away on your own?” His voice dipped lower, almost threatening. Only the soft playful glint in his eyes doused the panic that suddenly rose in your stomach. He leaned closer, his warm breath feathering over your ear as he whispered, “what if I let you? Ever think of that, sweetheart?”

His face was back before your eyes again, his lips now only a breath apart from yours. Your pursed lips pulled into a tight smirk.

“You flatter yourself way too much.”

“Wanna test that theory then?”

Your smile broadened. “Sure.”

And for only a short few minutes, you danced in his arms, and he moved you like a loose ribbon gliding upon air. That was impressive actually. You couldn’t have even guessed this man had it in him to be any graceful. And now he was dancing you as he’s done this many times before.

As the music slowed, he pulled you closer, noses brushing like lovers. He flashed you a boyish smile. That up to no good troublemaker smile that sent your heart plummeting to your core. It made your skin tingle with adrenaline and your cheeks with warmth.

Now was the time.

You surged forward and captured his lips against your own, spurred on by a sudden burst of confidence. His grin faltered, mouth growing slack; but he reciprocated only instances later, breathing a soft “hmm” into your mouth. His lips moved eagerly upon yours – returning kiss after kiss that only turned more passionate with each one. The tip of his tongue brushed over your lip boldly; however, you responded by releasing him without a second thought.

You wormed out of his embrace with ease as he watched you, stunned, empty arms remained in midair as though a puppet master held his strings firmly in place. Your pistol, now sitting safely back in your hand, slid right into your holster as you smiled victoriously.

And with that, you disappeared behind the crowd without another word as Jason’s eyes followed the small trail of your skirt along the ballroom floor, slithering away from him.

Another shot missed.

However, it didn’t take Jason long to find you again. His eyes sought you like a moth to the flame, tearing down the melodically entranced ballroom for that one place he could find you in. His own mind under the spell of that sudden kiss and the igniting warmth on his lips which now flooded his entire chest.

He eventually caught you peering over the balcony underneath the alcove just a floor above the guests, your fingertips warm and leaking with thin smoke as your power sizzled beneath your skin. When his panicked gaze locked upon your mischievous one, your lips curved into a disarming grin.

You lifted three fingers to your lips, pressing a showy kiss to their pads before blowing it in his direction, firing a sphere of flames to the floor below with it. Jason’s eyes widened, head snapping to the deafening noise of explosion immediately consuming the walls and the screams of terror within them.

Somewhere in the heat of the incident and your own adrenaline-fueled pulse thrumming in your ears, you missed the dark brown eyes meeting yours once more, and the red hot fury flashing in those blown pupils; because you were stunned when your body jerked back against your will and landed painfully on the cold ground beneath you.

You glanced up immediately at the familiar face hovering over yours – that angry, flushed, deliciously handsome familiar face. Despite the many times you imagined that same face smothered between your thighs, you pushed your palms against his chest and threw him back and off of you. This was a fight between Jason and Vex. There was no place for you in this.

You shot back up to your feet, wasting no more time to make a run for it towards and out the closest exit, not stopping even as Jason yelled gruffly after you, very possibly drawing attention to himself – and consequently, you.

You dodged past the coming influx of frightened guests, ears ringing with their screams and alarmed thoughts. The threatening glow of your palms, bearing a pair of burning orbs, scared away anyone who attempted to stop you upon Jason’s loud demands for them to hold you off. Though none also managed to stop the taunts from falling over your lips.

“You wanna burn? Fucking move!”

You were out of the ballroom now, scurrying past and away from the cameras which had surely broadcasted the entire havoc unfolding. Through the tall, yet tight hallways, there was only you and the reverberation of Jason’s heels hot on your tail. And soon, it became the soft humming of air tearing away for your meteoric feet as you ran, high off of your powers.

Jason had but abandoned all care for the encased relics as soon as you made it into the deserted atrium, firing shot after shot at you. Each breezed past your head like a kindled cannonball, but none of them even came close to touching you. However, you could still feel their danegrous heat licking at your skin as you dodged them skillfully.

With the short ceiling above you, it was a certain trouble for Jason to hop off his feet and fly the remaining distance to catch up with you. But you still looked over your shoulder, only briefly, to fire your own shots at him in an attempt to slow him downfurther. Jason ducked his head, an arm shielding his eyes, cursing as the glass cases propped against the walls burst into shards and flew over his face.

Your attempts didn’t deter him even slightly. His angrily contorted face appeared again from below his arm, now blemished with splotches of blood from the shrapnel, eyes narrowed and still ever determined. You cursed under your breath and turned back around.

“Emergency exit, emergency exit, emergency exit!” You chanted under your breath, eyes frantically darting from corner to corner. “Gotcha!”

You slammed shoulder first into the heavy metal door and stumbled through. Catching your breath for a second, you then began to descend the spiral of stairs. Soon enough, you heard the door thud shut above you and you slapped a fist against the handrail with a snarl.

You finally made it out to the parking lot. Now surrounded by the labyrinthine clusters of cars, you were certain you have won this. It was evident from Jason’s distant thoughts that resounded like a faint wind chime under your ears. But just to make sure, you stopped momentarily to lean against a car and listen for the direction they were headed to.

Though your legs were, yet to tire, your brain had gone haywire from the adrenaline, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Jason’s surprise attack had thrown you for a loop. You could still feel the too close for comfort of his fiery shots against your arms. That was close, you thought. So fucking close.

You pushed off of the car and back to your feet after your rapid pulse calmed down enough, but you flinched as a car alarm blared through the parking lot. You quickly distanced yourself, trying to hide in the safety of the darkness as you hissed under your breath. But another car immediately joined in the cacophony. Then another and another, until the previously quiet space was shaking with the noise.

“Fuck. You really make a man sweat for it, don’t you?” Jason’s breathless voice came from behind you and you whipped around to find him within your arm’s length. All the loud background noise had muffled out his thoughts.

You grumbled before taking off in the opposite direction, suddenly noticing the open air in the distance you hadn’t seen until then. The sight spurred you on with more determination, fueling your legs to go faster. Jason was far behind you now and you were mere steps from getting away.

But then you began to skid along the concrete ground, a string of breathless “fuckfuckfuck” rushing through your teeth as you finally stopped right at the edge of the building. You were somehow tens of feet in the air, and you almost ran yourself off the roof.

“It would’ve been funny if you hit that wall.” You heard Jason from behind you again.

The lucid skyline quivered like a ripple in calm water, and the pale wall slowly morphed back to reality. That was just one of his infamous illusions. Of course. Of fucking course. Your chest heaved with an exasperated sigh. How the fuck did you still manage to fall for that?

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He said melodiously as you turned around to face him with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s my line.”

He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, his masquerade mask also having long been discarded; lips not shy to make a show of his smug grin as he strutted with overt confidence towards you. His handsome face still glowed underneath all the fresh scars. His two-sizes-too-small white shirt clung to his body like a second skin, buttons gaping on his chest, biceps practically bulging through the thin fabric. Vain motherfucker, you thought, irked.

Jason pulled at his already loose black tie and yanked the slip of fabric off with a swift move of his fingers before tossing it to the ground.

“Care for a civil conversation this time ‘round, Vex? No more fucking running.”

“With handcuffs?” You gestured lazily at the menacing glint of metal dangling from his belt. Your eyes followed the movement of his arms as he undid his sleeves and rolled them up to the crook of his elbows. Throwing a thumb over your shoulder, you continued, “and those fucking cameras? You have a funny idea of civil.”

His hands rest upon his hips, fringe disheveled and cheeks flushed, yet his lips were quirked in that shit-eating grin that prodded at your already growing frustration.

“That’s just for formality’s sake. You know that.”

“Well, I know I’m not an idiot. I can sniff an attention whore before I see one. So, yeah,” you giggled at the irritated twitch of his brow and the slow drop of his face. “You can act like a sweet little hero with a pure heart for them but I don’t buy that shit for even one second.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I guess I don’t. But you give enough away on your own.”

Jason’s chin lowered, narrowed eyes burning holes into your face. His jaw went slack, tongue rolling uneasily inside his mouth as he tried to bite down his words. He was wrestling with his thoughts – torn between attempts to shove them down and flare of heated emotions snapping like electricity sparks.

“Why don’t you take off your mask so we level with each other?” He started slowly. “After all this time, I think it’s only fair.”

You stood very still, shoulders suddenly stiff. An unpleasant warmth clawed its way down your body as Jason once again began walking towards you. You couldn’t let him see your face. You’d be done for if you did.

“Who said anything about being fair?”

You flipped your wrist, palm facing skyward, your fingers curled in as the surge of power seeped from the lines of your hand. Jerking your arm at a nearby vehicle, a van lifted off its wheels before you threw it in Jason’s direction. He jumped back in time for the hurtling van to ram into the cars behind him. As he landed back on his feet, you saw his next course of movements before he even made them.

He charged at you, hands glowing with bright green flames. An arm aimed for your face, straight as a spear, and you ducked your head to have his fist pound against the wall instead. He turned with a sneer and before he could so much as lift a finger, you raised your palm and forced him up the wall.

He writhed against your invisible hold, kicking his feet as you wrung your fingers and a pained grunt ripped through his lips. He reached a hand to you, fingers grabbing futilely at your face in an attempt to pull off your mask. You slapped away his hand and clicked your tongue.

“What a fucking pushover.”

With a small flick of your wrist, Jason was thrown across the floor. He stood back to his feet with a groan, and not sparing you another moment, he charged at you again.

You easily dodged his flying punches, seeing each of their directions in his mind before the eventual blows. A sly smile tugged at your lips, body fluidly sifting through hit after hit without a break of sweat on your brow. Jason, on the other hand, was exhausted. Face slick with sweat and teeth bared through a snarl, his confident grunts had faltered into angry huffs of breath.

“You motherfucker!” He cried out as you evaded, yet another thrust of his persistent fist.

You chuckled, watching him stagger a few steps away from you. His chest rose and fell heavily, fingers tightening into white-knuckling fists. He glared at you, beads of sweat rushing down the side of his face as he sneered.

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss.” You grinned. “You live and learn, dumpling.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled with a raise of his brows, jerking a forefinger in your direction.

“Or what? You’re gonna kick my ass?”

Your voice, suddenly, echoed right back to you as though you were standing inside an empty chamber. A faint smirk began dancing across Jason’s lips as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not funny.” You said sternly and you were responded by your own echo again. “Hey! Get off it.”

The echo came louder this time, now a chorus of identical voices striking from different sides. And it hit you like a stormy wave, flinging you backward against the wall, knocking the air out of your throat.

“Jesus!” You croaked, catching your breath. “You’re such a sore loser. Fine. If I let you punch me, will that gonna make you feel better about your weak little ego?”

You were being sarcastic. Obviously. But Jason was already striding back towards you, fist tight and ready to punch a bruise anywhere he could get his knuckles to land upon. You barely had time to react before he was too close.

“Don’t worry. I’ll save your pretty face.” He said through teeth before his fist dug into your ribs.

You keeled over, clutching your stomach as you groaned. “Fucking hell! Don’t hold back or anything.”

You straightened yourself back up just in time for another punch to fly towards your face. You moved your head immediately and the blow breezed past your ear and against the wall instead. Again. Jason’s nostrils flared as he glowered at you, keeping his close proximity with your body.

He was warm, his face close. His legs were tangled between yours, allowing you no room to escape. He was going to take off your mask. Your eyes grew wide and you began struggling against him. He pushed away your flaying arms as you tried and failed to force him back. He didn’t give you enough time to train your palm on his chest and channel your powers against him again.

“Stop squirming.” He spat.

“Fuck off!”

He grumbled under his breath and caught your hostile wrist harshly in one hand, lifting the other to the hem of your mask beneath your eyes. You wriggled your neck frantically.

“No, no, no, no!”

“You know, now that I think about it, you sound very familiar.”

With a swift tug, he peeled the mask off of your face. The sharp complacent look in his eyes turned confused as his forehead creased with a frown, his grip loosening around your wrist.

“Well, fuck me. Look what the cat dragged in.” His lips slowly gave in to a smirk as he cocked his head. “You cheeky motherfucker. This entire time?”

You swallowed, cheeks stinging with heat as you sucked your lip between your teeth. Jason’s eyes suddenly blew wide, face becoming sickly and pale.

“This entire time?” He asked again, more urgent and forceful this time.

“You need a fucking answer for that?”

He remained quiet after that. The stream of his thoughts became turbulent once again. He wanted to ask whether you’ve been reading his mind since you moved in with him but he already knew the answer. And yet, he was scared of the confirmation that could come from your mouth. So, you only rolled your eyes at him, deciding that was going to be a good enough answer for him.

Jason’s scowl returned to his face, the short-lived softness quickly and far gone. He took the handcuffs from his belt and held them up to your face.

“Let’s do this nice and easy and no one’s feelings get hurt, alright?”

Feelings. Yeah. Okay.

“You’re embarrassingly mild.” You scoffed.

“I can be rough,” he briefly raised his glimmering eyes to yours to flash you a smirk before he spun you around. The cold metal of the cuffs grazed your skin before they fastened around your wrists. His mouth ghosted over the shell of your ear, his warm breath rousing goosebumps on the back of your neck. “Since you had your fun inside my head, you should know how I imagine you.”

Your mouth hung ajar and Jason breathed out a low chuckle into your ear before leaning away, pulling at your restraints to turn you back around.

“So, what now? Are you gonna take me down to your little friends and claim your I have a big dick badge?”

A smile toyed coyly on his lips but he immediately frowned and clenched his teeth in order to smother it. He tugged forcefully at your wrists and you winced as the sharp metal ridges bit into your skin.

“I will consider that if you don’t shut up.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the dining chair, the wooden cushion offering no relief for the loss of feeling in your behind. The television murmured behind you in the living room, muffled by the ringing of clatters from the kitchen. You were only able to catch snippets of tonight’s incident – the chaos that you had caused.

Jason walked out with a bottle of beer, socked feet dragging along the carpeted floor as he ran his fingers through his hair before sprawling down on the couch in front of you. He was in his pajamas now, unlike you who was still very much wearing your dress. The thin silky fabric tugged at your skin the more you moved and it made you itchy in places you didn’t know was possible. And what was worse – it made you feel even more vulnerable under Jason’s scrutinizing eyes.

“Are you gonna have me sit here like some kinda fucking trophy?” You complained bitterly, eyeing the tinted bottle flip upside down as he tossed his head back to take a swig.

He met your eyes with a raise of his brow, lowering the rim of the bottle to show you his glistening lips curled into a mischievous smile. You huffed irritatedly.

“Well, I am enjoying the view,” his eyes slowly wandered down your form as he hooked his tongue inside his cheek. It was as if that small gesture ignited a fire beneath you, giving you an urge to squirm. “I’d be stupid if I didn’t milk it as much as I could. Think I’ve earned it.”

You scoffed, shaking your head before mumbling lamely, “this is so dumb.”

“What was that?”

You stomped your foot. “I said I want some of that ice cream we bought the other day.”

Jason rolled his eyes before he was up and back in the kitchen. He returned with the pint of ice cream and sat back down on the couch. You stared at him expectantly and he heaved an exasperated sigh.

“I swear, if you start moaning at me again—”

“Then how the hell am I supposed to eat that?”

His playful smile crept back to his face as he spread his knees. His hand snuck between your legs and gripped the edge of the chair before pulling you towards himself. You gasped, heart sinking to your core as you nestled between Jason’s thighs. He stared up at you with that panty-dropping crooked smile.

“I’ll feed you. Stop your huffing and puffing.”

He speared the ice cream with a spoon before holding up the spoonful before your lips. Your eyes shifted hesitantly between the bite of sweet coldness and his eyes. He wiggled the silverware, urging you to open your mouth. So, you did. However, as you leaned forward to take it into your mouth, Jason pulled back his hand and the bite disappeared into his own mouth instead.

“Assface.”

“Sweetheart, you love this face.”

“And what gave you that idea?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he abandoned the spoon by his side to dig into the pint with a finger. His coated fingertip emerged and he held the sweet chunk before your slack mouth again. You scowled at him.

“Well, I’m no Vex,” a sudden grin split open his lips at the mention of the name, “but I know one thing for sure; and that is your eyes speak more than that smart mouth does.”

You watched the ice cream slowly melt on his finger, a sticky sweet trail rushing down its length. Your mouth watered at the thought of taking it onto your tongue and sucking it clean.

“Am I wrong?”

Your eyes shot back to his, cheeks flooding with warmth. “What?” You breathed out.

“You have a pretty animated face. I don’t think you even realize it. Like how even right now, you’re looking at me like I’m a pint of ice cream.”

You snorted. “I’m not.”

A toothy smile began fighting its way to your lips and you had to suck them into your mouth to hold from giving yourself away. You were glad – no, ecstatic that Jason couldn’t read your mind; because that simple statement managed to unplug a whirlwind of thoughts you were trying your damnedest to suppress.

He pulled back his hand again, bringing his finger to his tongue that had now slithered through his lips to lap a long stripe at its length, his sharp eyes not once leaving yours. He pumped his finger into his mouth once before releasing it soundlessly, a thread of saliva trailing from his lips. Fuck. Why was that so hot?

“Want a little taste, sweetheart?”

Your lips fluttered hopelessly, words scratching the walls of your throat without managing their way out. Blood rushed straight to your face, hard rapid pulse ringing in your ears. He dipped two fingers this time in the pint and scooped out a larger piecebetween them. This once, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his finger.

As his fingers wormed onto your tongue, your eyes fluttered shut upon the immediate coldness filling up your mouth. It quickly gave way to the warmth of his skin melting the sweetness and running it down your throat.

An image flickered behind your eyes then. One you were certain your mind hadn’t conjured up for you. But it was becoming more vivid the more your tongue curled and uncurled around Jason’s fingers. It was way past due time for you to let it go but you couldn’t bring yourself to. And the blurred mess of colors before your eyes has now become too compelling to ignore.

You were suddenly in Jason’s bedroom, the crammed space blanketed in darkness besides the sliver of moonlight filtering through the thin curtain of his window showering down upon his bed. He was lying awake underneath the duvet, the fabric rustling with the rapid movement of his hand beneath it. His head was thrown back against the pillow, his thin shirt ridden up to his ribs.

He sighed shakily, his strong shoulders lifting off of the mattress as he came, a hand plastering over his mouth to muffle the sudden string of moans that flowed freely from his lips. When his arm fell limp back on the bed, weak whimpers of your name began falling through his quivering lips.

You could see the trembling of his thighs as his hand slowed down. His body twitching, his firm touch softening only steadily around his sensitive cock.

Your core clenched around air, knees knocking against something as you tried to close them once more. Then you suddenly remembered; eyes opening wide, they peered right back into Jason’s who was still sitting on the couch before you, his legs encaging yours.

“Enjoyed the show?”

You swallowed, briefly stunned into silence with the sudden immense heat flooding between your legs. You blinked slowly and tried to gather your wit.

“Looks like you enjoyed it more than I did.” You motioned your head at the bold outline of his bulge through his sweatpants. The struggle snapped like a rubber band in his head as he tried to push away the incoming surge of all the ways he imagined you on that very same night he’d just shown you. A teasing, more confident smile curved your mouth. “I can still hear you.”

“Okay. Maybe I want you to.” He said with a defensive shift of his shoulders. And with that, the storm of his thoughts flickered back to life.

It made your head spin. The way it always did whenever you were in Jason’s proximity. But this time you could feel them, too. Like white hot sparks that flared in your stomach, making your heart stutter as the voice inside his head grew bolder. You could hear him chant over and over – I need you; I need you right now.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you breathed out, averting your eyes to the floor. “If there’s one thing you shouldn’t be saying to me right now—”

He interrupted, “why? It’s not a rule that we can’t fuck just cos we’re working for different sides.”

You choked on your spit at the casual drop of the word “fuck” off his tongue, eyes going wide as you shook your head fervently.

“No.” You spat immediately and the previously carefree look on Jason’s face contorted into one of hurt before it quickly softened again.

“Can I ask why?”

“Because… because…”

His eyebrows rose high on his forehead as you stammered to find a response, but it was evident he wasn’t trying to rush you into a justification. He only wanted to know if you liked him, too. You sighed, shaking your head slowly before hanging your head.

“I do like you, Jason.” You finally said. Your confession was followed by his silence even though his head became bright and full with relief. You continued, “it’s just–it’s–I don’t know, man. It’s stupid,” you quickly back pedaled, “well, it’s not stupid. Right. But I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve never been with anybody—”

An incredulous scowl shadowed over his face as he interrupted you again, “you’re a super villain.”

“So?” You snapped, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. “Not all of us live up to the stereotypes of their people, okay?”

Jason’s head inclined slowly as his eyes shifted back and forth between yours, cheeks bearing a rosy tinge of shame, though his features remained stoic. It wasn’t any mocking thought making its rounds inside his head. No. It was far far worse. He was already picturing you on your back; his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy, and making your tight little hole clench deliciously around his thick length.

Your breath locked in your throat, escaping in uneven releases through your parted lips. It was as if he was teasing you without even touching you – unsaid filthy suggestions you wished to hear straight from his mouth, knowing fully well how his sharp tongue was going to make you burn and twist. In more ways than one.

The words struggled to leave your lips the longer you sat in quiet and listened to the accension of Jason’s arousal. It didn’t seem as though he was going to be the first one to break the silence, and this only made you feel compelled to carry on further.

“And, uh—I’m not exactly, like, the most confident person out there. So—” The end of your word tapered off slowly as your eyes returned to his. “There’s that.”

A small frown drew Jason’s brows closer as his head fell in a slow nod.

“Let’s unpack what you just said. You think you don’t look good?” His finger jerked towards your chest in an almost accusatory manner. As if you had just done the most questionable thing. Even more questionable than the scene you had caused only hours ago. “I heard a lot of crazy shit tonight but this one just takes the fucking cake.”

“Look, I appreciate the vote of confidence—”

“You’re sitting in front of me, looking like that, and you dare fucking tell me you don’t look good?” His scowl deepened. “It’s that fucking suit, I’m telling you – it hides every-fucking-thing on your body.”

“Exactly the whole point.” You fired back, offended. “Because it’s practical that way. I don’t need it to look cool for the cameras like you, dipshit.”

“Listen; you gotta cut yourself some slack, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna magically fix that little problem in there,” he tapped his finger gently to your chest for indication. “But I’ll be straight with you and tell you this; if any motherfucker tries to start shit with you and say you ain’t worth it just cos of how you look, you get your cute ass up and sucker punch them in their sorry looking face – or however it is you like to deal with me when I’m on your ass about shit.”

You laughed softly, lips giving into a sincere smile for the first time this evening. Jason’s face reflected the joyful light upon yours, eyes softening with adoration.

“There’s that pretty smile.” He crooned, and it only fueled the pleasant heat filling up your chest. “And you do look good for the cameras, by the way. That armor suit is one of the best ones ‘round here. Looks pretty fucking badass. ‘S bulky and shit but still. Makes you look a bit mean, too, which I bet you like hearing that.”

You scoffed a bashful laugh, averting your eyes.

“For what it’s worth, I still wanna see what you look like underneath all that. Just to make things clear.”

You gave a small nod. Your face might as well have been on fire even though you fought hard to not let the dizzying shame show upon it.

“Yeah… you made things… very clear.”

He stared at you. Silently. Not even his thoughts could help ease the mounting tension between you at this point. Finally, after what felt like minutes of quiet, Jason scoffed, defeated.

“Is that all you got for me?”

“What do you even want me to say?”

“Man, you’re awkward as fuck for a super villain.” He grinned, voice bubbling with laughter. “It’s kinda cute; you. The kickass Vex. You turn this whole fucking city on its head and you get all shy and nervous when a guy like me, a hero, says you look hot.”

“Fuck you, Jason. You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?” You chastised him meekly, though a fond smile still lingered on your lips. A teasing smirk quirked his own.

“Why don’t you fuck me yourself, hmm?”

You took that as an invitation, spreading your fingers above the restraints around your wrists, feeling the rush of power leak from your fingertips. It cloaked your body like a thin veil, and before Jason could open his mouth to ask what you were doing, his body jostled forward involuntarily, his lips landing firmly upon yours.

A soft noise of surprise caught in his throat as his hands caught around your thighs for purchase, the stiffness in his shoulders slowly melting with a content sigh. His fingers pressed tightly into the dress and the fabric squeaked under the pressure. A gasp flitted through your mouth at the dull ache of your thighs underneath his nails.

The kiss was simple, yet adoring. Jason’s lips moved cautiously against yours despite how passionately molten and enthusiastic your kiss back inside the ballroom had been. He was being careful with you; taking it slow and easy to let you adjust to him of your own accord.

His palm rose to hold the side of your face as he tilted his head slightly. His tongue lapped coyly at your lip. Just a light stroke. Subtle but noticeable, and it made your breath knot in your chest. You pulled back with eyes still closed, air skipping sharply past your lips. The handcuffs rattled against your wrists as you wiggled them.

“Come on, untie me.”

Jason’s response was to silence you with another kiss as a playful but disapproving hum rumbled in his throat.

“Not happening. Remember, you’re still in trouble—” your short, annoyed huff of breath cut into his voice before he continued, “—doesn’t matter how cute you are. Your ass is getting a spanking for being such a naughty naughty girl.”

His hand came down to slap lightly against your thigh as a smirk curled the corner of his mouth. You gave a one shoulder shrug, your own lips reflecting the upturn of his.

“Then I don’t need to tell you, for that to happen, you kinda still need to untie me.”

“Nice try, smartass. But I appreciate the effort.”

He leaned in close, mouth parted and only a hair breadth apart from claiming yours. His eyes sunk to the swollen flush of your lips.

“Think you can keep up with me if I up the speed a bit?” His voice came low, challenging.

His heated breaths brushing over your lips were inviting you, daring you to succumb. He had slipped back into his competitive self again. He understood you well; knowing only that could bring the cutthroat, courageous side of you to come out and play with him.

“Do your fucking worst.”

And his lips were back upon yours once again. Rough and demanding, Jason’s soft moans leaving him more freely now. His hand held the side of your neck as he smiled into the kiss.

“You look sexy as hell tied up like this. I should try gagging that filthy mouth, too.”

“I swear to god—”

Your threat was cut short as he bit your lip and you gasped loudly. He breathed out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough with me. Fuck.” His growl made you shudder. ”It makes me wanna eat you right up.”

The veil of power began circling you again with a small movement of your wrist, the invisible halo buzzing with intensity and it struck Jason forcefully. A sharp exhale fled through his mouth as his body gave a jump and a groan vibrated in his chest.

“Fuuuck.” He whined quietly. “How the hell did you do that?”

You could feel the swirl of heat weaving through his thoughts. Head pinned to the brimming focus of the sudden spike in his heartbeat. His breaths came short and uneven. Your firm, yet unseen hold pawed at him between his legs; the grip of warmth clinging tightly around him. His knees nudged against yours as his thighs twitched aimlessly. The flimsy cage of his legs surrounding yours slowly falling apart, and you clenched your fingers to send him another jolt of shock.

He moaned shamelessly, the movement of his lips upon yours faltering as he tipped his head back with his eyes still closed.

“You little devil. You dirty fucking little devil.”

His complaint was futile, though. None of his powers could hold your probing touch back, albeit guised in merely unseen swallows; the carnal sensation was very much present. If it weren’t for the rapid spiral of his thoughts which practically thrummed along to his heartbeats, the twisted contours of his face were a dead giveaway of his mounting arousal.

“Should I stop?” You said, briefly halting the flow of your powers. The sudden vacancy caused Jason to topple backward, as if he was repelled by another force.

“No.” He said immediately. “Keep touching me. Please.”

And he was drawn back to you upon the return of the powerful veil that embraced you. Jason shifted his thighs, hands gripping onto the edge of the couch as his head lolled back on his shoulders. A stifled groan tore through his lips before he sucked them into his mouth.

It was unfair, though. You wanted to touch him. Actually, truly touch him. And all these layers covering your bodies were very well in the way of that. What else – Jason had completely taken his hands off of you to claw at the firm cushion beneath him. The small offer of touch he’s been giving you only instances ago lost to his own rising need for release.

So, you stopped again, and the force drove him back against the backrest. His lidded eyes finally bore into yours, chest heaving as his lips remained agape but quiet. You could hear the pleas and the noises that failed to break past them, nipped into silence before any managed to completely form.

“Why did you stop?” He almost whined.

“You give and you take, dumpling. That’s how it works.”

His eyes immediately narrowed into slits upon the mention of the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” He said quietly, voice low and gritty. It woke goosebumps on the back of your neck.

You grinned. “Stop me if it bothers you so much.”

“I should bend you over my knees and spank you just for that fucking attitude.”

“Oh, we both know you’re all talk, Jason.”

He bounced forward, hands outstretched and with intention to grab you, but you flicked your wrists again to let your powers take a hold of him. He stopped completely, arms falling limp down to his thighs as a loud moan escaped him.

You didn’t relent this time, quickening the invisible grip around his cock before it gave him a chance to collect himself. He reclined against the backrest again, arching his back as he fisted your knees with urgency.

“Oh, my god. Fuckfuckfuck! Slow down. Slow down. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep—” His words waned into a loud gasp before he cried out when you refused him. “(Y/N)! Please!”

You giggled as you finally stopped and Jason let out a drawn-out moan, sucking in long calming gulps of air. His fingers loosened around your knees as his posture turned straighter, the rise and fall of his chest slowly steadying.

When he met your gaze again, his eyes were lidded with desire and held a daring glint within them. Your lips hung ajar, trembling wordlessly. This time, you didn’t stop him as he surged forward to capture your lips against his own, so roughly he managed to push your chair sliding back across the carpet. You whimpered against the warmth of his mouth, muscles tensing until Jason took hold of your thighs again.

“I can think of something you can call me, sweetheart,” he whispered in between kisses. “If Jason’s too much for you, Daddy should cut it.”

You could only moan in response, your core enlivened with a shock of heat at the sound of Jason calling himself that of all things.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

You bit your trembling lip. “Daddy…”

“Atta girl.”

His lips left yours to travel down along the side of your neck, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. His kisses were feverish and consuming. Growling filthy promises under your ear, paired with the flurry of images running rampant inside his head, he easily managed to coax a trail of desperate moans through your clenched teeth.

He hummed. You could practically hear the cocky smile in that soft throaty sound that vibrated against your skin, tickling your ear. Your fingers ached to dig into his strong shoulders, but they only furled and unfurled helplessly behind you as Jason’s rogue ones sought the heat between your thighs.

Air hitched in your chest as the warmth of his fingers just barely caressed your cunt over the fabric of your dress. You didn’t mean to squirm, absolutely didn’t want to. But anticipation bubbled deep within you; from every kiss he pressed to your skin to every word he breathed against your ear, you were whelmed with need, and every bit of you was sensitive to his touch; your body only responding to him the best way it knew how.

Your head fell back, lips parting to free a breathless moan as Jason palmed you, the heel of his hand gently pressing onto your clothed clit, his mouth continuing the spiral of wet kisses down your neck – now descending to the strap of your dress sitting right in the soft slope of your shoulder.

His teeth hooked beneath the crimson-colored band, pulling it up and then releasing it playfully, letting it snap back against your skin. You huffed a laugh, feeling Jason’s mouth also tug into a smile on the curve of your shoulder.

He moved his hand more persistently on your cunt, fingers sliding between your folds from on top of your panties, prodding in ever so slightly. You gasped and writhed, skin prickling with goosebumps as Jason chuckled under your ear – lips now sucking your earlobe between them.

“You want my finger deep inside your pretty pussy, baby? Can I fuck you like that? Make you cum all over my fucking hand. Fuck. You’re so wet for me already.”

“Shit. Yes, Jason. Please. Just fucking do it.”

“Wrong, baby.” He growled, dark and menacing.

Fuck. “Sorry—I’m sorry. Daddy. Please, I need it.”

He hummed vaguely against your ear, the tip of his finger slowly slithering into you. You gasped a moan, shoulders lifting off into the air. His finger – that single long, thick digit buried knuckle deep inside you, brimmed you deliciously, making your walls sting and stretch.

His hand began a lazy rhythm, pumping in and out of you steadily, curling his finger every now and again to hook over that sweet spongy bit of flesh inside you. You’ve touched yourself before, but this was truly different. Jason could make you whimper with only one finger, fill you wholly and completely, barely leaving room for a second one.

Your pussy burned in protest as the pad of another finger began toying with your already full entrance. Jason pried carefully, listening for the slight hitch in your breath as he slipped his finger in bit by bit. The stinging warmth soon gave way for pleasure as both fingers curled once inside you. Then twice and once more; and his pace has already picked up, the rough pad of his thumb coming to sit against your swollen clit as well.

The sounds breaking past your lips were bold and loud now, hanging above the room and the obscene wet noises between your thighs, filtering through the gentle buzzing of the television behind you. Jason’s mouth was pressed to the side of your face, breathing heavily against the shell of your ear.

“You feel good, baby, don’t you?” He smiled at the immediate moan that slipped off your tongue. “Oh, I bet you do. If my fingers feel this nice, imagine my cock, hmm? You want me to fuck you? You want me to fill you up—” You nodded fervently; lip bruised under your teeth. “—I need a yes, sweetheart. I need you to tell me you want me to give it to you.”

“I want it, yes. Just fuck me. Please.”

He cooed, almost mockingly. “My needy baby girl wants my cock inside her? My hard ass sweet little villain. So fucking perfect for me,” his voice swooped deeper, riding on a single-note rough rumble in the back of his throat as he continued, “God, I wanna fucking ruin you!”

Your breath stuttered, goosebumps breaking upon your skin. Jason’s free hand pressed onto your thigh, kneading the soft flesh between his long fingers. His tongue wormed out to lap along your face, tracing a long slow line against your jawline before his teeth nipped playfully at the skin.

Your hands shifted involuntarily behind your back, the need to touch him burning on the tip of your fingers. A whine toyed upon your lips, body twitching against your will.

“Wanna—I wanna touch you, too.” You writhed helplessly against your bounds. “Can I please? Ca–can I?”

The finger Jason had resting idly against your clit began moving in slow wide circles around your cunt, tracing a halo of warmth that steered clear of the flushed bundle. You swallowed back the noises threatening to spill again, fists closing tight around air.

“Please, Daddy?” You asked sweetly, and from the small halt in the rapid rush of his thoughts, you knew you managed to get through to him.

Though, nevertheless, he continued the exploit of his torturous hand upon you wordlessly, drawing loose circles around and away from your clit. Your hips twitched instinctively, futilely bucking into his touch for a more fruitful friction, but it only made him pull away.

“If you think this is gonna be easy for you,” he clicked his tongue, pulling his face along the side of your cheek, offering you a generous feel of his stubble against your skin. “Spoilers, darling; not happening. You’re gonna pay for being a cheater,” his palm landed against your thigh. Hard enough to leave a dull sting in its wake. “And you’re gonna pay for being a fucking troublemaker.” His hand grazed your skin again, the impact coming harsher this time. “So, you better behave yourself, pretty girl. I can play nice or,” his chin lowered and his lidded eyes, now peering into yours, glimmered dangerously. “I can be real fucking rough. And you know damn well how badly I wanna stretch your tight little pussy with my thick cock.”

Your chest heaved with a wavering sigh, body fighting against the shiver rushing down your back. You only managed a pathetic whimper to which Jason grinned at; the innocence of his dimpled cheeks an uncanny contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes.

He lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth, eager tongue taking in the wet taste of your arousal. A satisfied groan fled him, the deep sound vibrating pleasantly in your chest and cutting through to your bones.

His thoughts – such deliciously filthy thoughts that continued to surprise and delight you the more this night went on – they swirled like a thick smoke inside his head; all for me. All wet and sweet just for me.

“I just gotta taste you, baby.” He said breathlessly.

He slid your chair back then, only slightly, to leave a gap where he could kneel between your spread knees. He looked up at you; eyes bright and round beneath the cheap florescent light. His hands curled around your calves, cheeks flushed, kiss-swollen lip rolled back between his teeth.

“You let me do it? Wanna get you to make a mess all over my fucking face, sweetheart. I’m dying to get a taste of your perfect pussy.”

“Please… yes.”

“What a good girl,” he crooned. His fingers crawled up your legs to find the band of your panties before pulling them down slowly. “What a good fucking girl for me.”

His face buried beneath the skirt of your dress, his warm mouth hovering so close to where you needed him most. When his tongue finally claimed you, your back arched before you could hold from it, lips parting into a silent moan.

He groaned against you, mouth cupping around your yearning bud more boldly, sucking it harshly between his lips. His one hand gripped at your leg, fingers bruisingly tight, another returning between your soaked folds. His tongue fluttered rapidly along your sopping cunt, his breathless whine hitching with the brisk movement.

He plunged two thick fingers inside you again, coaxing a high-pitched gasp through your teeth as he quickly furled their lengths into you repeatedly; pace fast and unforgiving in pursuit of your orgasm. And the high was coming so quickly to you, goaded further by Jason’s growly demands against your pussy.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me. You can fucking do it. You wanna cum for Daddy, right, baby? Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Mere instances later, you cried out his name as blinding pleasure enveloped your senses, white flashes flaring across your vision. Jason worked you through your orgasm, mouth still clinging persistently to your spent cunt. You squirmed and whimpered your protest, thighs shifting around his broad shoulders.

“Mmm, ‘s sensitive.”

He finally heeded and pried his mouth off of you, chin wet and glistening with your arousal. His lips were pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes twinkling with an unsatiated need that made your core clench with desire again despite how soon ago you have just come.

“Fuck. You sound so damn pretty, you know that?” His eyes softened then, head tilting to the side with a questioning look roiling the previous lust within them. “You still wanna do this with me? I know I said all that—” he made a lazy wave of his fingers in the air, “—but you don’t gotta just cos I said so.”

“Jason, stop talking, please. I need you to fuck me right now.”

His glowing smile returned to his face before he nodded quickly, rising on his knees enough to pull his sweatpants down. He looked painfully hard, practically straining against his boxers, and he groaned in contentment as he freed his cock from its restraint.

The sight of the flushed, already leaking tip of his cock was intimidating enough; and when he fisted his thick shaft, slowly dragging his fingers along his length, it was almost as though he was taunting you with it even though you knew that wasn’t truly his intention.

You swallowed thickly, raising your eyes to his. He smiled down at you, lifting his folded knuckles to caress the apple of your cheek.

“Let Daddy take care of you, alright? I’ll go nice and slow, and if it gets too much, don’t be shy to tell me.”

You nodded, watching him lift your leg by the back of the knee and up to his side. His throbbing cock glided upon your inner thigh as he moved closer, smearing his precum all over the skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, biting your lip as the head of his cock prodded at your entrance.

Jason’s eyes bore into yours; soft, yet determined. His lips, a hair breadth apart from yours and parted, as if he wanted to kiss you, but they only brushed coyly over your lips. His breath hitched into a strangled moan as he pried slowly between your weeping folds.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Mmm, shit. I can barely make it in.”

Your walls began to sting in protest once again, stretching slowly to let Jason in – and fuck! He was big. So big, your lips quivered with a whimper, shoulders growing tense. He stopped immediately upon hearing the sound, eyes growing rich with concern.

“Shit. You okay, sweetheart? I’ll just leave the tip—”

“No. Keep going.”

The broken moan that flitted through your lips lit up a glint in Jason’s dark eyes, pupils visibly blowing wider if that were anymore possible. He nodded, searching your face for a moment before he began sliding farther in.

His lips pressed to your cheek, hot uneven breaths feathering over the feverish skin of your face as he moaned – a deep satisfied sound that came from the back of his throat and roused goosebumps down your neck.

A curse rolled off his tongue as he paused to catch his breath, his cock now burrowed deep inside you. Air knotted in your throat, your pussy already clenching around him. He molded you so perfectly, filling you to the brim; and you could only imagine how heavenly he would feel once he’d start moving.

Jason’s face fell to the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss, hips slowly beginning a steady pace. His grip on your thigh was firm, thick fingers pressing and claiming the tender flesh, and it became even firmer as his thrust grew in confidence and certainty, mouth parting for his fervently turned desperate moans to flee. His choked noises caressed your skin in a string of harsh pants, all but laced with a whiny undertone.

He raised his head to kiss your lips, the gesture slow and lazy, even faltering briefly along with the movement of his hips as your pussy gripped around him tightly again. He moaned against your mouth; his last kiss withering halfway on his lips before he could press them to yours.

“Oh, you take me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

The familiar knotting heat was coiling tighter and tighter in your core once again, the need for release rising in a trail of ticklish warmth up your chest, flooding your throat and bursting over your lips in a chain of whimpers which Jason swallowed with his own.

You arched your back as your orgasm drew ever closer, the peak just within reach now, and it scratched your walls with a persistent heat promising to consume you whole. You moaned heartily, nails digging into your palms, air weaving in and out of your throat in sharp gulps, and you finally came undone with a quivering cry of his name.

Jason groaned as your pussy fluttered around him, your slick heat bringing him closer to the edge as well. His cock plowed in and out of you – quick and harsh, the momentum rattling the cheap wooden chair on its legs as he sought desperately after his own climax.

“You wanna make Daddy cum, don’t you?” A moan hummed deep in your throat in response. Jason muttered a thick “fuck” before he continued, “I bet you do, baby. I bet you fucking do. Come on then, you can do it. You can fucking do it for me. Please, baby, make me cum. Give it to me. Pleasepleaseplease–”

He cut himself off with a high-pitched gasp right as you moved your wrists one final time to offer him a giant delicious jolt of your powers. His erratic hips faltered with a trembling sigh, and he spilled his warm seed between your swollen folds – his voice rising in octave as he let his head back to moan loudly and eagerly into the air.

A content “mmm” bubbled in his throat as he began to slow down, his harsh breaths leaving him more calmly as tiny whimpers tipped off his lips. He carefully pulled out of you, wincing at the way your pussy still clung to his sensitive cock even now.

The thrumming adrenaline in your system soon gave way to exhaustion, and you slumped against your chair, mind slowly coming to the dull ache of your wrists where the handcuffs still dug mercilessly into your skin.

Jason beamed at you; lips pulled into a surprisingly bashful smile. His fingers rose to scratch at his neck as the tinge of pink across his nose deepened into a darker shade. As his mind slowed down to a more comprehensible speed, you began to realize the reason for his sudden shyness.

This was the turning point neither of you could come back from. Two rivals – enemies with twisted emotions for one another. This was bound to complicate things between you. Yet, you couldn’t help tease him about this.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked with a smile of your own.

He rolled his eyes. “You damn well know what.”

“This does change a lot between us, doesn’t it?”

“We don’t gotta worry ‘bout that now,” he gave a small shrug. “Let’s figure out first how we’re gonna fix the mess you made tonight.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as Jason scoffed a laugh. However, the cheeky light in his eyes turned sharp as his phone began ringing on the coffee table. He reached over the armrest, took hold of the device; and as soon as his eyes found the glowing screen, his brows furrowed deep. “Shit,” he muttered before lifting the phone to his ear.

The conversation was mostly silent on Jason’s part – filled only with his occasional words of acknowledgment and absentminded nods. His troubled eyes flickered to yours once he hung up, face distorted with a confused frown.

“What’s up?” You finally asked, the question coming barely above a whisper from your lips.

His mouth opened and closed futilely as if he wasn’t certain how to respond before he shook his head.

“They—they caught the villain… of—of tonight’s incident—explosion thing… I just got the call to go down to the station for the interrogation.”

“What?” You spat with incredulity. “But… I’m here!”

#jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek x you #jason kolchek x y/n #house of ashes jason #jason kolchek #house of ahses x reader #thots to prayers

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hetaliaimaginesin2022 · 1 year

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Hetalia Troupe Writing Prompts

You know those age-old troupes and alternate universes (aus) in fanfiction? Whether you love them or hate them, they're common in fandoms all over the internet, including Hetalia. I also decided I wanted to make my current Tumblr look like my 2016 DeviantArt page, so I'm doing a cute little writing prompt thing that begins as soon as I hit post and will continue indefinitely

The Rules: You'll have 3 categories to choose from; Aus, Genres, and Troupes, and I'll either write headcanons (a list) or a one-shot (short story), your choice

GENRES (Choose up to 1)

Angst

Comfort

Fluff

Slice of Life

Smut

AUS (Choose up to 1)

N/A (Canon)

Actor Au (The characters are actors in the live action comedy "Hetalia" and their roles as countries are the parts they're playing, their human names are their real identities)

Animal Au (Cat ears, bird wings, snake tails, etc., it's all anthropomorphic animals here)

Apocalypse Au (Zombies, nuclear winter, natural disasters, it’s characters thriving in unlikely conditions)

Coffee Shop Au (Barista/Customer, Barista/Barista, Boss/Customer, a cute story contained in a coffee shop setting)

College Au (Characters in an American college or university setting, can include student/student or professor/professor)

Cops and Robbers Au (Theif/Detective is the most common, though anything along those lines fit)

Deity Au (The most common example is with Greek mythology where a tale will be told with characters and/or the reader, the story of Hades and Persephone was regularly reimagined)

Fairytale Au (Cinderella, Rapunzel, Beauty and The Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, etc.)

Famous Au (Musicians, performers, or famous for being country personifications)

Genderswap Au (Nyo!talia, is combinable with two more Aus)

Hallmark Au (Character A is a hardworking person who moved to a snowy town and meets B, a fun-loving person who shows them the true meaning of the season- and love)

Harry Potter Au (Fuck JK Rolling but the HP Au was a huge portion of this fandom early on for me personally, so I wanted to add it)

High School Au (Characters in a high school setting, can include student/student or teacher/teacher, student/teacher is not permitted, regardless of ages)

Historical Au (Any time period, I will be doing some cursory research on the time period before and while I write just to make sure things are at least a bit historically accurate)

Human Au (The characters are normal humans with regular human lives, often overlaps with high school/college au, though they're not necessarily linked)

Magic Au (High or urban fantasy, your choice)

Mythology Au (Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids, etc.)

Paranormal Au (Ghosts, demons, angels)

Pirate Au (Would you be an ‘arrg’ type of pirate or a ‘yo-ho-ho’ kind?)

Royalty Au (Princes, princesses, kings, queens, royal advisors, butlers, maids, go crazy)

Soulmate Au (Timer, heterochromia, red string, there’s a variety of options and I’ll write for any of them)

Spy/Assassin/Hitman Au

World Acadamy Au (The "multicultural private educational institution located in New York", it's a school setting in which the countries set, based off of a spin off game and a few episodes)

TROPES (Choose up to 2)

Amnesia

Arranged Marriage

Body Swap

Character Death

Didn't Know They Were Dating

Divorce

Drunken Confession

Enemies To Lovers

Exes Getting Back Together

Fake Relationship

First Kiss

Forbidden Love

Huddle For Warmth

Illness/Injury

Last Kiss

Long-Distance Relationship

Love Triangle

Meet-Cute

Mutual Pining

Only One Bed

Pregnancy (accidental or otherwise)

Pen Pals

Road Trip

Roommates

Secret Relationship

Sex Pollen/Heat (*Not applicable with angst)

Single Parent(s)

Snowed In

Unrequited Love

Yandere

Please submit your request by stating it's for the Troupe Writing Prompts, followed by your choices and the character/characters involved and I'll get to it when I can, thank you for taking the time to read <3

#aph imagines #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #fanfiction tropes #fanfiction prompts #hetalia writing prompts

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winterchimez · 9 months

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please tell me all abt the sunwoo jichang and jacob fics PLEASSEE i know some of them like the sunkyu series but Pls 🙏🏼

my sweetest moni <3 ask and you shall receive ✨

Dancing With A Stranger (Ji Changmin)

summary: you both hated each other’s guts for as long as you could remember since joining the dance club. but as summer is approaching and your club has decided to host a summer camp getaway, you are left with no choice nor escape as you get paired up with your rival to perform a choreography together by the end of the camp.

pairing: rival Changmin x dancer f!reader

genre: angst, suggestive, slight fluff

a/n: okay so i was supposed to get this out for K-Vanity's Summer Event but due to irl stuff i wasn't able to finish it on time 😭 but i will eventually get this out bcs I LOVE THIS WIP. Sam Smith's Dancing With A Stranger will forever be one of my ult fav songs ever ✋ tho depending on when i'll publish this i'll def change the season to match the timeline by then fs

After Hours (SunKyu series)

summary: you've been The Lupin's main singer for the past several years, and none of the large number of men who have tried to woo you has ever piqued your interest. that is until one fateful night where you encounter a secret admirer of yours, Kim Sunwoo, and that is where you truly believe and realised that he was one of a kind.

though at the same time, your roommate, or rather friends-with-benefits at this point, Ji Changmin has begun to see his relationship with yours as something much more then ever before.

it is up to you to make the ultimate decision. to choose the admirer? or your one and only roommate.

pairing: admirer Sunwoo x singer f!reader x fwb Changmin

genre: suggestive, angst, otome

a/n: this whole series was actually inspired from The Weeknd's Moth To A Flame, so umm yes, this will be pretty suggestive 🤓 i plan to make this a mini series, so i'll probably have 5 general chapters, and then eventually one chapter per route (aka you will be choosing either Sunwoo's or Changmin's ending depending on your choice) so yeah kinda like those jp otome games lol

a lil snippet from the drafts 👀

Untitled (SangKyu series)

okay so i have two options for this

Black & White Swans au

pairing: royal Sangyeon x royal f!reader x enemy Changmin

genre: angst, suggestive, crime, fluff, otome

a/n: this whole series was inspired from this tiktok i saw!! i was like omg that would be such a cool series 😮 though the thing is i've never written royal au before, nor do i have much experience in them cs i don't really read much royal au fics to begin with 😭 so i'm still debating on going this route or not

Cops & Robbers au

pairing: detective Sangyeon x detective f!reader x thief Changmin

genre: crime, angst, some fluff & suggestive, otome

a/n: now this is a genre im pretty much more comfortable writing in lmao this was inspired by one of my all-time fav jp drama Dorokei!! i literally watched this for Nakajima Kento back then 😭 but i'd imagine you and Sangyeon are detectives who've been on the hunt for Changmin for as long as possible (and Changmin would kinda play the role of Arsène Lupin in this). so every time your police force has always failed to capture the man himself, because what they didn't know was that you were living with two identities, aka also being Changmin's right-hand woman in his crime spree hohoho 👀

like before, around 5 general chapters before choosing which route/ending you'd prefer!!

summary: the campus heartthrob whom you've had a crush on for the longest time finally asks you out on a date. since you have never been on a date before, you decided to elicit the help of your best friend, Kim Sunwoo, for some romantic advice.

pairing: f!ckboy Sunwoo x g.n!reader

genre: suggestive, angst, fluff

a/n: never in a million years would i have known that this would be my most well-received fic as of now and with the many requests i've gotten to make a pt2 for this, i will have to now (technically it was my fault for ending it on a cliffhanger so 👀)

but eyyy, with pt2 all i can say is we'll def see y/n's date with Hyunjae, Sunwoo gets jealous and is not happy about it (though he tries to hide it to the best of his abilities but he will eventually fail HAHAH), confronts y/n abt it, and yeehaw more spicy scenes coming your way folks ✨

read pt.1 here!!

Door (Kim Sunwoo)

pairing: ex Sunwoo x g.n!reader

genre: angst, hurt

a/n: this is inspired from their jp track door! ever since i released lip sync i was determined to also write for my other fav tracks from the album, one of them being this one!! i haven't planned much of the plot yet, but judging from the lyrics i'm definitely going for an angsty breakup fic, may or may not get both Sunwoo & reader to be reunited at the end 👀

Starry Night (Jacob Bae)

summary: your childhood friend Jacob has promised you that he would give you the best graduation gift you'll ever receive. you did not expect that you would both travel out of the country to the City of Love and eventually become more than just friends.

pairing: best friend Jacob x g.n!reader

genre: fluff, crack & humour

a/n: this is a fuzzy warm fluffy cobie fic!! there's just something about stargazing while lying down on a field with your loved ones. originally, i had planned to write this for his birthday way back in May, but i couldn't so i'm saving this for the future! but i'd imagine you both lying down on the fields near where the Eiffel Tower is, and just stargazing with one another 🫶 and i'll def write about some cute and fluffy moments from their trip (cafe hoping, etc.)

ask me about my wips!

#❄️ — asks!#❄️ — wips!#mutuals! <3 #moni 🦝

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naffeclipse · 2 years

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Found your Sleuth Jesters au through art and started reading...yesterday?

Anyway point is, that parts one through three really eased me in and I didn't see part four and five coming. Very much a situation of, "aww, what a cute and slightly spicy cops and robbers au!" While future chapters loomed silently behind me wielding weapons labeled in glitter pen. (Identity angst, consequences, good world building, whatever suits your fancy.)

But man. The way you built up the fear (perceived certainty) of rejection and guilt in the later chapters so that it colored every single one of the Vigilante's interactions with the Detectives, even the previously safe or comforting ones, raises the tension and hurt deliciously slow. Like mourning a future that hasn't died yet and being left unable to enjoy the present. I did not miss the parallels between Sun talking about confession timing and Moon's rooftop request. (I get why Y/N didn't notice the intended subject, deadly combo of denial and habit, but I still wanted to throttle them a little.)

I'd have to say your characterization, pacing, and character interactions are your strongest points in this series. Each character has a distinct personality, history, and motivation that drives them and it only gets clearer when the story unravels and you become more familiar with each of them. The pacing helps keep the stakes and skills in balance while never slacking it's grip on the reader's attention, not even during the "down time" parts where it feels like relief. It's clear you've put a lot of effort and love into the series as a whole. ;)

And just one more thing (insert Columbo reference here)...when Eclipse asked about the whole vigilante shtick it wasn't just about "making a difference" was it? It was also a kind of penance that the reader feels they'll never pay off. A combination of "this will be more effective/worthwhile than turning myself in because it's like community service! Except I actually get to put my skills to good use!" and "I really don't want to go to jail just to sit and stew in my guilt until they finally decide my death will somehow pay for all the crimes of a group I've already killed." Freedom was definitely a bonus though huh?

Welp...have a good day? And thanks for sharing your works! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

(putting this here instead of on AO3 because I forgot and had to go to bed.)

I'm turning into a puddle over this, rn, just ahhh!!! Thank you so much!! This means the world to me ♥ ♥ ♥

Vigilante!Y/N is definitely making up for the lost time with their vigilantism! Jail/submitting to the law is never really one of their main concerns, so definitely didn't really care to consider turning themselves in lol, but they do want to make amends with their morality. They know they can help this city by fighting for it, and not fighting within and further escalating the rot that's taken over. Their hatred is a weapon and finally, they've turned it onto the ones who deserve it for not doing better to help this city.

#compliments that make me cry (out of joy)#sleuth jesters #so many amazing thoughts/observations/analysis ahhhh!!!!#gobbling this up like it's apple pie

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heaven-s-black-box · 7 months

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File- Seraph of the End

Back to directory

Love me... Please- Mikayuu- yandere!Mika, angst

You + Me =? -Ferid x GN!Reader- crack, fluff

Happy Birthday- Mikayuu & ensemble- fluff

Cops and Robbers- Mikayuu- fluff

Loopy Love- Gureshin- fluff

Can we keep her- Mikayuu- fluff

Twelve to Sixteen- Mikayuu- fluff

Sleep Well- Mikayuu- fluff

Vulnerable- Mikayuu (Fem!Mika)- fluff

A little longer- Mikayuu- fluff

Lose Control- Yuuichiro Centric- N/a

If it Shines- Mikayuu- fluff

Runaways- Mikayuu- N/a

Deja Vu- Mikayuu- fluff

There was Once...- Mikayuu- fluff

Intervention- Hyakuya Orphans- fluff

Your Idiot- Mikayuu- fluff

Early Mornings- Mikayuu- fluff

Seasons- Mikayuu- fluff

Talk- Mikayuu- fluff

I need him- Mikayuu- fluff

Fresh air- Mikayuu- flluff

Please don't say you love me- Mikayuu- angst

Confliction opinions- Mikayuu- fluff

The "Wright" Verdict- Mikayuu- N/a

Memories of Death- Mika Centric- N/a

Not Yuu- Mikayuu- N/a

Why- Mikayuu- fluff

Multi Entry Series

Seraph of Academia- fluff, Au ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7- file corrupted Quirk list

#HBB directory

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tigerlily980 · 11 months

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Forgot to mention a little wip I am doing, wanted to do a Cops n Robbers AU tbh

#my dear hatchet man fanart #work in progress #no minors allowed

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dearchikkie · 4 years

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Under Arrest

MARICHAT MAY 2020

Day 4: Thief

A/N: yikers. This is an adapted fic on a one-shot I wrote a while ago, but never finished. I changed a few things with this one and was surprised by how it turned out, but I'm still pleased. I hope you enjoy it :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧

in a world where fashion, was now justice for Marinette.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A shrill beeping sound echoed around the room, ruining the once peaceful silence. The black-haired girl groaned, only snuggling deeper into her covers. Her alarm was hushed as she pulled her pillow over her head and shoved it into her face. Maybe she could just stay like this forever.

Half-asleep, with her annoying alarm clock beeping on and on till the end of time. But then she heard the familiar creak of her bedroom door and knew her peace would not last for long.

"Marinette! Get up! Your shift starts in an hour and you aren't even dressed yet," Alya tugged the blanket out of Marinette's grip and onto the floor.

"Ugh... Alya, go away," Marinette groaned. She tried to pull her blanket back but Alya kept a firm grip,

"C'mon, girl. You're not going to be late again, are you?"

"Mmh."

"Marinette!"

"Fine! Fine, let me get dressed," she grumbled. Alya nodded satisfied and left the room. Reluctantly, Marinette got up and pulled out her uniform. Before entering the bathroom, Marinette paused in the doorway, staring at an old photograph.

Her, Alya, Nino and Adrien all grinned at the camera, eyes wrinkling with joy. The photograph had been taken all the way back in high school; back when Marinette was still Ladybug, when Alya and Nino were still together, when Adrien...

She looked away. She had already slept in, she couldn't keep Alya waiting anymore. After brushing her teeth and putting on some dry shampoo, Marinette left and greeted Alya at the door. Together, they drove downtown to the poste de police. Marinette stared out the window, eyes scanning over a large colourful billboard:

EXCLUSIVE @ CLOUD NINE LOUNGE! NINO LAHIFFE LIVE DJ! 8PM - 2AM

Marinette could see Alya grip the wheel tighter. She side glanced her, carefully avoiding the event advertised outside, "You remember your phone?"

"Yes, Alya. That was a one-time thing!"

"Sure, just like the 'one-time-thing' where you showed up to work out of uniform, then five hours after your shift, then used the wrong radio code making us all think-"

"Ok! Ok!" they laughed together, settling into a comfortable silence. Eventually, the light turned green and they sped down the street. "Alya, do you ever miss being with Ni-"

"Can you turn the AC down? I'm getting kinda cold,"

"Ah, sure."

✧✬✧

Alya dropped Marinette off then drove down the road to pick up their coffees. Alya was lucky enough to have a later shift, so she had plenty of time to eat dinner and pick up their coffees.

Marinette on the other hand was not so lucky.

She quickened her pace and walked into the police headquarters, opening the door with a tug. Marinette pushed the door forward and let it slam behind her as she loosened the scarf around her neck. A young girl interning sat typing away at the computer.

"Hello Eve, is Elleanor in?" She stopped typing and glanced up at her. At the sight of Marinette, she smiled widely and pushed her glasses back up into her face,

"Marinette! Good evening! A bit chilly, isn't it?" Eve was the newest [and youngest] intern working here. Despite her short, girly bobbed hair and stylish glasses, she was a hard worker. Surprisingly positive despite the glum situation that laid in the files.

"I guess so, anyway, is Elleanor docked in yet?"

"Oh, Elly? No, she isn't inside. She had to meet her father this morning so she's coming in this afternoon, why?" Marinette waved her off,

"Don't worry about it. I'd better get to work; bye, Eve!"

"Bye, Marinette! Good luck today!" Nodding her head, Marinette hurried away to her office. Marinette fell into her chair, sighing at the stack of paperwork in her desks left corner.

Despite it being her strong suit, Marinette despised paperwork, but someone had to do it. She cracked her knuckle and rifled through her cabinets, finally finding a working pen. "Let's get to work,"

✧✬✧

"Hey, Mari. I brought you a croissant," Marinette looked up and saw Alya leaning against her door frame. Alya threw a small brown bag in Mari's direction; practically drooling, Marinette removed the croissant and devoured it in record time.

"I'm starving! Thank you so much." Alya chuckled and sat down on the spare office chair,

"I figured. After all, you did miss your break,"

"I did?"

"Just like yesterday..." they sighed. Marinette had been too enthralled with her work yet again and hadn't realized just how much time had passed. She turned her phone on and checked the time: 11:43 AM

"I've been working for three hours? How the hell did that happen?" Alya tutted at her side,

"So dedicated. If only it was on purpose,"

"Shut up!" Marinette teased back. After checking her notifications she stood up and pocketed her phone, "You think I could get away with taking a break now?"

"Eh. We're all hyped on coffee and the chief is out right now. I say go for it,"

"Great. Cover for me!" Marinette wandered through the station, occasionally stopping to chat with a coworker. Eventually, she gave up on socializing and scaled the fire ladder to the rooftop. When she checked her phone again, she found it was now nearly 1 AM.

The air above the station was much colder than the heated environment below. Marinette didn't have a jacket but grew accustomed to it easily. Cars drove by on the street below, honking at any small inconvenience.

A set of teens walked by, ice cream cones in hand as they laughed at something the tallest one said. Marinette felt an odd sense of nostalgia. There was once a time when Marinette and her friends had been like that, she remembered the first time they attended a party; Nino getting so drunk he vomited all over Roses shoes, then spent the entire night apologizing. Alya sticking by his side the entire time and laughing every time he called her beautiful. Marinette, when she danced and danced and danced with A-

She shouldn't think about that. The past was in the past, why couldn't she just accept that? Inhaling a big breath of fresh air, Marinette got up and stood on the building's edge overlooking the building next door.

She hadn't been Ladybug for a couple of years now. At times she desperately missed Tikki, the thrill she got as she swung across the streets of Paris. But that was her old life; she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng the police officer now.

Tikki promised they'd see each other again, but Marinette now knew she was merely comforting the young girl. They'd never see each other again. Not as long as Hawkmoth was defeated.

But Marinette was still as strong as before. She stared at the small gap between the two buildings. If she jumped, she was sure she could make it over. Maybe she'd have to pull herself up a bit, but she'd get there. All she had to do was jump. Slowly, she let one leg dangle over the edge, then leaned forward and-

Marinette hit the hard ground, legs buckling beneath her as she hit the cement. She groaned in pain, hands automatically reaching for her stomach. Squinting her eyes at the culprit, Marinette's eyes widened. Already short on breath, Marinette gasped aloud.

"Chat?"

The leather-clad figure stood immediately, seemingly unbothered by the fall they had both just suffered, "What the hell were you doing?" he snarled.

Marinette was taken aback. For 5 years. 5 YEARS. Law enforcement had been desperate in their attempts to apprehend Chat Noir. For 5 years it had been a literal cat and mouse chase between them all. For 5 years Chat Noir had robbed the elite of Paris. For 5 years, Marinette had wondered what had happened to her kitty.

Now, here he was. Standing right in front of her.

"Answer me. What were you about to do?" a loud 'SLAP' filled the air. A tense silence followed, Marinette glaring at the man in front of her. A red, hand print stained Chat's cheek as he barred his fangs at the noirette. "What was that fo-"

"You're under arrest. Get on the ground with your hands behind your head." Chat glared at the silver pistol now pointed directly at his forehead.

"Go ahead. I dare you."

"Get on the ground! I will shoot you if necessary!"

Chat Noir scoffed, "And here I thought you'd embrace me like an old friend. You used to be the polite one between the half of us."

"Yeah well, things change when one half goes insane, don't they?" Marinette fiddled with her pistol. No way was she going to shoot Chat Noir, she doubted it would even penetrate him with his suit on. All he needed was to cooperate, and nothing would happen.

But what if he didn't?

"Still got your wits, I see. I missed our banter, Purr-incess--"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Chat's eyes widened, his once mocking smirk replaced with a tense straight line. Marinette couldn't blame him; she was shocked at the outburst herself. But no one was allowed to call her that. No one. Not even the one that started it. "Chat, please. Surrender."

"I came here to talk. I'm not turning myself in!"

Marinette pocketed her gun. It was obvious it was a simple accessory at this point, she'd have a better chance with both her hands-free. Slowly, Chat approached her. She glared at his walking figure but didn't protest as he stood right in front of her.

Blue eyes met green. Memories of puns and jokes scattered around her mind. Images of laughing faces, blonde locks and black leather clogged her vision, but she swiftly shook them away. Marinette apprehensively raised her hand, hovering it just over Chat's cheek. His expression remained cold, but his eyes softened at her touch. "What happened to you?"

They stayed like that for a while; staring into each other's eyes. Where did everything go wrong?

Loud thumps broke their trance. Like a switch, Chat pushed Marinette away and glared at the rooftop entrance. The doorknob twisted left and right, Alya's voice shouting from behind it. "Marinette? Marinette! You okay up here?"

As Alya struggled, Marinette returned her gaze to Chat Noir, "I'm not leaving without you. I'm an officer, I have duties now."

"I already said; I'm not here to sur-"

"Marinette! Is there someone else up here?"

Time was running out. Any second now Alya would get through and see Marinette casually conversing with the Chat Noir. "I'm sick of waiting, let's go." Chat Noir wrapped his arms around Marinette's waist, pulling her tightly towards him.

"What? Chat, what are you doin-" Chat seized Marinette and held her up bridal style, then took of bounding over the rooftops of Paris. Just as Chat jumped over onto their third building, Marinette heard Alya slam the door open. She's going to kill me. While bounding around Paris in the arms of Chat Noir was the last thing she wanted to do, Marinette decided against fighting back due to Chat being the only thing keeping her from falling over three stories down.

Eventually, Chat Noir paused on a particularly high building. He set Marinette down, and instantly she pushed him away, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Yeah! I'm still on duty, you can't just whisk me away to play '20 questions'!" Marinette stabbed a finger into Chat's chest, rapidly walking faster and faster towards him, "Who do you think you are? You aren't a superhero anymore! Hawkmoth was defeated and instead of giving your miraculous in you fucking go rogue! Stealing from Paris' elite! Destroying buildings, just like the Gabriel Agre-" Marinette paused. Tears threatened to drip down her face, and Marinette didn't feel like crying in front of Chat Noir today.

He tentatively set a hand on her shoulder. Marinette hissed at his touch, but only moved her gaze towards a nearby water tower, "Princess, I-"

"No!" Marinette slapped his hand off of her, "You can't just do this! You can't disappear, go all 'Robin Hood' and rob the rich then come back! Calling me 'Princess' like nothing ever happened! Like you didn't leave me!" Marinette released a guttural moan, sobs breaking out, "You left me."

Chat watched as Marinette crumbled onto the ground, hands instantly wiping her eyes as she continued to cry. Pull yourself together Marinette. Warmth blossomed in Marinette's side, she glanced up, watching as Chat settled beside her. He held her as she cried, not once interrupting.

When she could finally speak without soaking her face, Marinette looked back up at him. Chat stared into her eyes as he replied, "I'm sorry for leaving."

"Why did you?"

Chat sighed, turning away from her, "So many things were happening. I lost control. I couldn't deal with everything."

"We all were."

"I know." Chat turned back to Marinette, who now sat silent, observing him, "I shouldn't have left. I should have said goodbye. I was afraid you'd stop me. Maybe things would have been better if you did." minutes passed as the pair sat in silence. Then, a golden glow overtook them.

Marinette couldn't help but let out a few quiet giggles, despite her still being fresh from crying, "The sun's rising. Alya's going to kill me when I get back." Chat laughed along with her.

"I guess it's time I brought you back anyway." he stood up, stretching his arms out. He offered his hand, Marinette grabbed it and pulled herself up beside him.

"I don't want you to disappear again, I can't lose you again."

"Me neither."

"I..." Marinette paused, Alya's grief-stricken face flashed in her mind. If she knew where Marinette was right now she'd freak. There was no one who hated Chat Noir more, but even so... "I live in the tall apartment building down Rue Baudin street. I room with Alya, but if you knock on my window..." she trailed off. Marinette's cheeks warmed to a faint pink, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Chat grinned at her, eyes narrowing at the flustered girl, "Just like old times huh?"

"Just like old times,"

"Well," Chat Noir plucked Marinette and held her up bridal style yet again, "Guess it's time to go."

✧✬✧

"Marinette! Are you ok? Where were you?" Marinette stumbled down the hall, straight to Alya's office, "You're freezing!"

Alya cleared a nearby chair and sat Marinette down, covering her with a spare blanket, "I saw- I saw Chat Noir."

"WHAT!" Alya's face scrunched up and glowed a deep scarlet, "Oh my god- I'm telling Chief. You stay here." Alya rushed out the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Marinette's calm face struck Alya as she walked down the hall. She backtracked and paused outside her office door. Slowly, she cracked the door open and peeked through. Her face contorted into a sorrowful expression as she sighed. Marinette sat exactly as she left her, staring passionately at the tile ground, as her face reddened exactly the same way it did five years ago.

"Oh, Mari..."

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depressedhouseplant · 2 months

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JFW 2k24 April

Day 1 - Bbangju - NSFW (violence)

Day 2 - Wooyoung & Yeosang

Day 3 - Honghwa

Day 4 - No update 🤧

Day 5 - Yungi

Days 6 & 7 - No updates 💔

Day 8 - Felix Y/N NSFW

Day 9 - Chanhee & Changmin

Day 10 - No update. Go read Cops & Robbers instead 😝

Days 11-14 - No updates, sry 😭

Day 15 - Yungi NSFW

Day 16 - Jumil

Day 17 - Bbangmil

Day 18 - Juric NSFW

Day 19 - Not really an official update. Mostly me just testing out a new app

Day 20 - No update 🤧

Day 21 - Apocalypse AU pt 11

Day 22 - Bbangmil (real!)

Day 23 - Juyeon / Hyunjin NSFW

Day 24 - Juyeon / Giselle (Aespa) NSFW

Day 25 - Juyeon / Julie (Kiss of Life) NSFW

Day 26 - Kyunyu

Day 27 - Yunho Y/N

Day 28 - Vmin

Day 29 - SOPE

Day 30 - Bbangju NSFW

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #the boyz fanfic #ateez fanfic #stray kids fanfic #enhypen fanfic

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julibeeline · 2 years

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Nonono I don’t mean lore! I mean like an AU!

tommyinnit as peter parker; short drabbles 🕸

a/n: im not 100% sure if this is what you wanted but I thought a Tommy Spider-Man AU would be fun to write!! enjoy anyways :)

🕷

“uhh..tell me if this hurts tom, im pressing down in 3, 2, 1..” you say as you grab the cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol. “YEAH yeah yeah thats fine thats fine thats fine!” tommy rushes to say, his whole face scrunching up in pain. he looks around in an attempt to hold it in. “i told you that the others had it covered, tom. you didnt need to fight those robbers and these are your consequences.” you say calmly. “yeah yeah i know. just wanted to do something fun for once.” he says smiling, looking up at you. “youre an idiot. please be careful next time.” “am i an idiot for wanting to protect the city?” tommy replies cockily, raising his eyebrows in amusement. “you sure you wanted to protect the city or do you just like getting beat up?” you roll your eyes. “eh, both works.”

🕷

“nice shirt dude! where’d you get it from?” tommy says smiling. “GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE SPIDERMAN!!” the guy shouts, trying to reach for his gun on the ground. it was just a little out of reach. “hey what was that? honestly man i need more clothing tips.” tommy says laughing. he swoops in to grab the gun that the guy was trying to reach for. “oo will would love this one, ill tell him to add it to his collection!” tommy says. “HEY SPIDERMAN, GET BACK HERE!” the cops come running into the parking lot. “thats my cue to leave! bye bye stylish bad guy!!!!” tom swings off.

🕷

“this is such a pain in the ass.” tom mumbles to himself, trying to keep the crashing train stable. “how come will never taught me how to do this kind of shit” the train was tipping off the railway, only thing keeping it on was tommy’s arms and webs. “HEY YOU CAN DO THIS SPIDERMAN!!!! WE BELIEVE IN YOU!” the people in the train shout, chanting and cheering for tom. “HEY UH GUYS? APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT BUT ITS NOT REALLY GONNA HELP ME SAVE ALL OF YOU!”

🕷

“tom, you should have let the police do their work. youre only putting yourself in danger.” you say in frustration as he came to school bruised up for the 4th time this week. “but y/nnnnnn they were killing the poor guy! you really think the police would have gotten in time to save him? im a hero!” he says whining. “okay, fine ill let this one slide” you say rolling your eyes; a small smile playing on your lips. “HA! SO I AM A HERO!!”

#tommyinnit #spiderman #dream smp #peter parker #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader

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atheliasnotebook · 2 years

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hey, I really like your writing and saw that your requests are open(if I was looking at the right thing), so i was wondering if I could request a comfort drabble with Diluc for my friend? she's been struggling to keep up with her schoolwork(she does school online) and has been very stressed about it to the point of getting barely any sleep, and her family isn't helping or even trying to help, in fact they're making it worse and blaming her for her state. tysm in advance <3

breakfast is ready

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x reader

tags: angst (to) comfort, teyvat metro au

author’s note: I have not proofread this at all. Like, at all. I just saw the request and had some free time. I hope this enlightens your friend dear anon :) I know how it feels. Virtual school killed me too, and I needed to relearn topics for the SBAC testing today (and on Thursday).

it’s tiring. exhausting, even. you know—the constant smile to try and pretend that everything is fine. that smile where you feel it creeping in your teeth as it droops on your skin, you know, the one that makes it feel like you’re breaking apart with each word that falls from your lips.

and on top of that, your parents. your god damn parents, where—regardless of the relationship between you and them—they believe you are the laziest person for just being in the comfort of your room as you work on the assignments provided through your virtual academic courses. curse that writer’s block. curse that artist’s block. hell, curse all that unmotivation… and yet, you can’t do anything about it.

it’s hard to do school alone. but it’s alright—at least diluc, your neighbor that you’ve known ever since you were children, understands and guides you on the topics that you’re lost on. the president of your class in high school—always so popular with the ladies for being such a dashing man who was in charge of the esteemed company known as Ragnvindr Spirits, produced at the Dawn Winery down in the suburban areas of the Mondstadt District of the Metropolis.

oh, how enjoyable it is to pay a visit to dear diluc in the early hours of the weekend morning—of whom is alone at the house when you come ringing the doorbell. ah, he looks as refined and comfortable as ever.

“oh, hello (y/n), it’s been quite a while since we’ve last seen each other. please, feel free to take a step inside.”

you welcome yourself swiftly inside. no need for formalities now, but it seems as your handsome neighbor has grown up past his days of running around with kaeya and you with sticks in hands and pretending to play cops and robbers, pirates, or some other children’s game from the distant past.

you walk in, slipping off your shoes at the front door and gliding across the tile floor. once you enter the chambers of the general living space, you place the notebooks and other binders you’re carrying on the glass table carefully, making sure not to bump the arrangement of Italian Whites and other roses in a vase before throwing yourself onto the couch and curling up in the throw blankets.

strange. it was set out, but this time, Elzer, Adeline, nor any of the usual house attendants were present. your gaze wandered to the nearby entrances of the hallway for the guest rooms and the entrance to the dining area, where you constantly peered down the corridors to find someone that wasn’t… just diluc. of course, you’re not opposed to it just being you and your childhood friend. or rather, your your childhood friend who happened to be considered closer to a crush (maybe even a lover).

it was strange. the house, which always smells clean and pleasant, is filled with smell of fragrant meats and other scents… fresh bread? perhaps even something sweet that also lingers about the air as well…

“something is wrong,” he sighs, sitting down next to you—curled up in the warm blankets and looking to your notes, flipping through your small notepad as well—and reading the topics you desired to review with him. he mutters to himself quietly, feeling his heart tinge with a bitter pinch of sorrow. why is he playing stupid? he knew something was wrong the moment you walked through the door. the way you slumped your shoulders over and looked down at the floor as you wore a sweater with sleeves that run longer than your arms. the countenance of your face droops and outlines the bags under your eyes. “have you been sleeping well?”

what kind of question is that? of course you haven’t. and normally, you would answer him verbally, but all that you can do is shake your head no. it’s too tiring to say words. after all—everytime you have, your parents have remarked you as a lazy, unwilling, unmotivated, undriven disappointment of a child.

diluc creases his eyes—his eyebrows drooping as he scoots closer. why did he ask if your were sleeping well? he already knew the answer from how you’re curled up and don’t say a word to him, and the sudden visit after just a month and a half of never showing up or talking to him. you would… always talk to him… but nonetheless, regardless of how wounded he was from this thought that you didn’t let him know how much pain you felt, he clenched his fists together and cracked his bones, before relaxing and leaning on the back of the couch.

“are you okay?”

oh man, the blessing to hear those words from someone who actually cares. it hurts… damn, why is it so painful? and why are you happy even though the strands and threads that hold your heart together are thinning and barely holding together?

you’re crying before you even realize you are. it’s more of an instinctive choke, where diluc becomes worried and immediately pulls you in for a tight hug. how uncharacteristic for such a stoic man… he’s better with reassuring you with words. yet, more importantly, the embrace is comforting. not tight to where it feels suffocating, but feels firm enough to convey that he’s never going go let you go until you do first.

and poor diluc is wracked by such a sight. his exterior composure is quite impressive, but where his soul remains, he wishes to hold and comfort you—and be the only one who can do that, since your parents don’t seem to want to be that comfort for any reason.

“cry all you want,” he whispers as he readjusts you, resting your head in the nape of his neck. “i will always be here for you, my darling (y/n).”

darling? who? it takes you a second to just listen and mentally do a double take. ah, for how long has he wanted to say that to you, he can no longer remember. yet, the confession feels… actually, you’re not sure how to react to the initial confession. your sobbing stops for just a second, and you breathe in before exhaling halfway through your nose—and proceeding to exhale the rest through your mouth due to congested sniffles.

“i’ll be…” he smiles, wiping the tears away and caressing your cheek with his right hand. “i’ll help you once you are ready.”

his heart is practically beating out of his chest. in fact, he can hear both heartbeats from the only two people in the house, holding them in his hands practically. but he… finds a smile. it’s not that he was afraid to tell you, it’s that he was afraid that the time wasn’t right.

“once you’re… done crying—“ he continues, pulling you in closer and more comfortably. “come eat with me. it’s been a while since we’ve had a meal—and at that, one together. you can cry, and once you’re feeling a little better, we can eat and drink some water—and i can help you with the topics you don’t understand. does that sound… like a plan?”

you nod your head.

“i’ll provide you with whatever you need until you feel like you’re alive again. until then, shall you seek comfort after your tears, breakfast is ready when you are.”

#genshin x reader #diluc comfort #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc x reader #genshin comfort #genshin impact comfort #teyvat metropolis #teyvat au #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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koishua · 3 years

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⌜ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 ⌟

p: park jihoon x fem!reader. g: fluff. au: kindergarten teachers. content warnings: none.

synopsis: jihoon never signed up for this. after working for years to get his teaching license, this is what he is forced to put up with as a kindergarten teacher: being a tree.

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⊳ "i cannot believe i am not getting paid to do this. all of my efforts are going to the wrong place with you. i am wasting my time here. my precious body is being used as a tool for the wrong purpose. i am not going to idly stand by while you make me out to be a fool in front of twenty toddlers—"

you pull a flap over his face, effectively shutting jihoon's mouth up from babbling on, "can it, hoon. if i say you're a tree, then you are a freaking tree."

he splutters with the kids laughing along, pointing fingers at his stuff body positioned in a awkward angle to replicate the natural form of a tree, "look at mr. park! he looks so funny!"

he whines, blowing the flimsy fabric out of his face, "i did not go through years of university, studying teaching and music to become a prop in a kindergarten play."

"is he giving you any problems, ma'am?" a boy, not older than five years, approaches the two of you dressed in a police uniform, shades propped on the bridge of his small nose. you snigger, getting into role to keep your student entertained, "yes, officer. he isn't complying to my words."

adding a soft sniffle for a good measure, you give jihoon a side eye, warning him not to mess it up. as much as his pride is on the line, he doesn't think that it's worth holding onto for long. anything to keep you and his youngling happy, he'd suck his pride in and commit to the job.

putting on a guilty face, he bows his head, shyly looking on the shiny floor, "i'm sorry, sir. i will behave, i promise."

the child nods, making an 'i am watching you' gesture with his two fingers, walking away to join his other police friends playing cops and robbers on the side, rehearsing their short lines for the school play.

the solemn expression on jihoon's face melts away, leaving the two of you to study the fumbling, clueless children running all over the place with a few of the parents hurtling through the space, trying to catch their sons and daughters so that their costumes aren't damaged.

you break into a beam, "they're so cute, aren't they?"

"just like you, ms. l/n." the lovestruck, starry-eyed man replies without missing a single beat. he expects the slap on his arm beforehand, bracing for impact, not that it ever hurt. his over-exaggerated groan always follows, however.

the all too knowing smile on your face that you wear just for him every night before you go to bed, perfectly crooked and authentic, filled with love and adoration just at him, still gives him butterflies, he realises with a light heart.

"not at work, mr. park."

he glances at the gold metal wrapped neatly around your left ring finger with a cheeky smirk, "sure, ms. soon-to-be-park."

#treasure yg #treasure fluff #treasure x reader #treasure jihoon #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure fanfic #park jihoon #jihoon x reader #treasure reactions #treasure junkyu #treasure haruto

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malleux · 3 years

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[1] - “you just told me not to say anything”

table of contents

a/n: this is a running with the wolves rewrite with the winner of my little poll! thank u everyone who participated

-> scaramouche x fem!reader | gang!au

-> warnings: guns, cursing

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“Fuck- She’s losing too much blood, Boss, she’s not gonna make it!”

“No, no. She’s going to make it- I’ll make sure of it. Stay alive!”

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn’t quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn’t count how many there were. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

“Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won’t make it if you all keep messing around.”

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn’t seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

“No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!”

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed. The voice faded into a high-pitched ringing, resounding sharply through your ears.

It seemed to get louder.

It was piercing through your skull, aching the insides.

Your eyes snapped open and light from your bedroom window burned your vision. Your alarm continued to blare through your phone’s speakers. You glared and turned it off, grumpily removing yourself from the warmth and comfort of your bed. Wrapping yourself in a fluffy blanket, you padded into the living room where your roommate was watching the news with a cup of juice.

“Good morning. There’s breakfast on the counter.” He murmured, eyes glued to the screen. “The Fatui apparently struck again last night. Robbed the little jewelry store on Main Street. Disgusting.”

You rolled your eyes and snatched a piece of toast. “Always worried about those Fatui. How about worrying about your little bar job, hm? You gave up your say in their antics when you quit the police force.”

“I don’t give a damn what they do, except when it endangers people. They were apparently armed, Y/N. Like, with guns. If you go out today, you need to be careful. They could still be out and about.”

Diluc was always like this.

Observant, cautious.

It was endearing, if not slightly annoying, that he cared so much.

The redhead and his brother used to be hellbent on joining the Teyvat Police Force. They would play Cops and Robbers on the playground until they were exhausted, and they were always the cops. You and your friend Jean were always the robbers, even though it was also Jean’s dream as well.

When Diluc grew up, he joined the Force and rose in ranks quickly, but suddenly quit without warning. He never spoke of why, just that it wasn’t what he expected. His brother, Kaeya, and Jean continued to chase that dream, though, and continue to live it today.

But, those instincts and things that Diluc learned while training always stuck with him. The cautiousness that the academy instilled into him still lingers to this day, hence why he tends to have a stick up his ass about dangerous situations.

“I’ll be fine.” You sighed, “I’ve got classes today, I can’t avoid them just because some lowlifes wanna cause trouble.”

“Lowlifes? Y/N, they’re a gang. They cause practically all the problems in this city. And don’t even get started on that Inazuma gang too, they’re even worse. Just- just be careful, okay? I don’t want to have to work with Kaeya to have to solve your murder.”

You chuckled, “Yes sir.” Standing up, you slapped your hands on your thighs and left Diluc to his angry news-watching, heading to your room to get ready for school.

<><><><>

College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, purple eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

“Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there’s gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow.”

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the girl. “Thank you…”

“Yae Miko.” She drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, as if to conceal her smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to the Professor, One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Yae Miko.

You kept glancing at her, taking in her complexion. She must have come to class late, since you hadn’t seen her before. Or maybe she was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing her soft jawline, framed by gorgeous pink hair that looked soft to the touch. You wished to run your fingers through it-

“Y/N, this is the second time I’ve seen you not paying attention.” You jumped nearly three feet in the air. “Next time, I’ll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke.”

“I-I’m not joking! Sorry!” You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Miko, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. “Miko?”

“I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you’d like.” Said girl walked quickly towards you, holding herself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- she was trying to make himself seem like a lady, but you still felt a little unnerved.

“Oh, um, sure! It’s not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus.”

Miko’s close-mouthed smile seemed to get larger, making her eyes crinkle at the edges. “How wonderful! That little café is down there and I’ve been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly.”

“Uh, yeah.” You laughed nervously. This was the first time a girl had taken interest in you- or was she really interested? Maybe she’s just being nice-

“Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I’d like to talk to you a little more.”

Oh, she was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed her your phone to let her put her number in. She gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to her contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Miko gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, she spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. She had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn’t know, and the same could be said for you. Yae Miko was definitely a polished and refined lady. She made quite the impression on you.

“What are you doing after classes?” You asked, hoping to invite her for pizza at your apartment.

“Ah, I’ve got work!” She smiled sheepishly. She definitely caught onto your hopes…

“Oh, that’s okay, maybe after you can stop by-”

Miko’s phone dinged and she checked it, shoving it back into her pocket. “Hey- it was nice meeting you but I’ve got to go. Like right now.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you… later.” You trailed off as you watched her speed walk away. She pulled out her phone again and held it up to her ear.

You sighed and checked your watch. You had an hour left before your second class started, and you were starting to feel a little hungry. Maybe only one piece of toast was a bad idea, but that thought left your head as a new-looking cafe came into your view as you walked down the street.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Childe, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Childe and the blonde girl who corrected him. Java Cafe was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

A tall, rather lanky man was at the counter as you approached. His gaze was unnerving, piercing into you. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him a freak.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just a pink lemonade is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Childe interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Scara over there makes the best lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Hm. We haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we haven’t!” Childe replied. He turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Scara or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Scaramouche is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Childe laid his hand against the counter. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Scarie?”

The man named Scaramouche looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Scaramouche, that’s rude-”

The blonde girl was midway through lecturing him when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Scaramouche looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of pink hair and purple eyes meet yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Miko?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group- a dark purple-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Scaramouche and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The leader scrutinized the five of you, her eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Scaramouche looked at you.

“What do you want, Baal?” Scaramouche put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

He snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to everyone I’ve defeated. I’m the leader now- a Shogun, if you will.” Baal sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Sara, deal with them.”

The terrifying girl who you assumed was Sara suddenly reached in her pocket and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Scaramouche quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Childe before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Scaramouche continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Scaramouche pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Scaramouche pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Miko had left you so quickly earlier? What kind of cafe was involved in gang affiliations? You didn’t have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Scaramouche lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Childe along with the other two burst through the doors, running towards you all. Scaramouche turned to you as they caught up, pulling out their own weapons again as Baal began yelling.

“Run!”

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