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rinbowaman · 9 months

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Robin Hood - One Shot

One shot i started while i was on the family trip. Kind of thought of it during breakfast and liked the idea, so I drafted it and finally got around to finishing it. ;)

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Smut...lots of descriptive smut. Hostage intake, thief/robberies, held at knife point, cursing's, philandering, maltreatment, hints of domestic abuse.....i think that's it.

Smirking as he processes the article, Heeseung tosses the newspaper aside and sets his sights on the magazine that he picked up earlier. Eyes gliding over the cover, the working of his mind maps out the details and operation of his next target.

“Forbes 2023 Most Successful Business of the year, NIA Hotel”

…………………….

Dawning his attire, he laces his black combat boots and manages the fit of his all-black ensemble. Glancing off to the side, the handsome young man places on his black cap, the ‘tip of the spear’ that finishes his look, along with a black mask that covered his nose and mouth, leaving on his eyes to remain partially exposed. Time to go to work.

NIA hotel had the largest revenue in the world, and how convenient that the main hotel building in this city, would contain high valued items on the top floor. It was the largest hotel building in the world with over fifty stories of rooms that carried only the prestigious guests or people with serious money. The owner of the hotel personally had lived in the fiftieth level, along with valuable assets hidden in a safe.

For weeks, Heeseung had calculated his moment to strike as he had spent his months portraying as a staff member of the hotel, sneaking in and stealing their attire and badges, gaining access to the very top floor as he scouted the details of his plan. Getting passed the guards was easy, finding the hidden safe was even easier.

Exiting his rather lavish suite, being the world’s top thief had it’s perks. Even when he disbursed his little ‘gifts’ to the desolate communities, the valued amount of his steal was more than enough for him to retire at such a young age, yet he found life to be more interesting while living in sin.

Living on the top floor himself, Heeseung couldn’t possibly blow his cover by taking the main entrance and exiting through the heavily guarded lobby. So, he opts to exit out of the window, all the way down from twenty stories up. With zip lining wire, wheeled in a small spindle-gun, he takes aim and shoots out at a street light. Once the puncturing arrow had pierced the post, releasing the quick dry cement foam that set the tip in place, he hooked a shoulder strap to the cable, securing his swift travel down and across from his penthouse. Reaching the post, he propels a soft stop by swinging his feet up just before meeting with the post. With the sharp and jagged cleats on the bottom of his footwear, and the handheld spikes at the hilt of his belt, he climbs down the post until he meets the ground safely, and just in time as Jake pulls up in a black van, carrying the additional passengers that all took part of tonights event.

“Pick up service!” Sunghoon chuckles out as he opens the door. Smirking, as evident by his slightly squinted eyes, Heeseung walks up and enters the van, with his deep chuckle heard faintly behind his mask, he takes Sunghoon's hand as the latter pulls Heeseung up and inside the vehicle before sliding the door shut.

“Hey bro, looking good.” Jay remarks as he types away on his laptop. All seven crew members had their part in ensuring that each night, one such as this, went smoothly as they reduced the chances of capture. Through the process of elimination, the group became operationally steady as each member took on their respective roles, making each gig, a success.

Jay was the expert subject matter on computer technology and came from a family of money, so naturally he was able to equip himself with the highest technology products in the industry that included 3D printing, code crypting, hacking, and information intelligence. Sunoo was in charge of the costumes and outfits, creating and organizing the lavish attire for each time they scouted their targets. Jungwon was their communications guru, able to manipulate, splice, and alter wires within any radio system. Niki covered everything in regards to security, and spent the weeks leading to tonight portraying as a member of the hotel’s security staff, gaining access to all the hot spots of the multiple camera angles and motion of direction. Along with Heeseung, he would be the only other member to remain inside the building as he staged himself inside the security post, manipulating the camera systems and quietly detaining the staff members to avoid interruptions.

Jake spent his earlier days racing cars as a hobby, knowing how to move a car effortlessly and memorizing the most discreet pathways of the city, he mapped out their routes and plotted the additional rendezvous points. Sunghoon was the only one among the group that had military experience, having served three years right after high school. The man was notorious in taking apart every piece of equipment and device used in military weaponry and combat stealth, leading him to borrow the ideas from the strategic design and replicating them with the aid of his fellow military connections. Heeseung was the one who would bring home the goods. Being nearly as tall and flexible as Niki, but having the stealth and charm to play his way through contacts, not to mention being gifted with the rare ability of determining pitch of sound, Heeseung could decode any safe just merely by the sound of their clicks. Together, all seven men had spent years effortlessly gaining millions in net worth, all in a single night.

As Jake steered the van through his mapped route, Jay instructs Heeseung as he issues him the pin code to the safe.

“I hacked into the manufactures system, the owner of the hotel uses a company called iSafe.”

Heeseung smirks as he configures his watch. “iSafe? Is that some sort of ripoff from the apple product?”

“Not a rip off, it IS Apple. Its not widely promoted by the company since they are exclusive and remain affordable through word of mouth only. The techs that run the Apple products designed the key pad. I hacked into their systems and found his code, it’s the numbers of his girlfriend’s initials.”

“Girlfriend huh? Wonder if the wife knows about that.”

“Worse, the wife not only knows about it, she has to accept it since there’s no prenup and her family is against divorce. If she decides to leave him, she’ll get nothing. Plus it doesn’t help that it was an arranged marriage set up by her own father.”

“Ouch.” Heeseung remarks. Merely issuing as he clicks in the coordinates on his watch while Niki texts it by phone.

“Yeah, I dipped into this dude’s background. He’s honestly a scumbag, it looks like their whole marriage has been a complete shit show. Man also has a type and it’s definitely..….well….here.”

Displaying a stilled image, Jay reflects the face of an attractive yet heavily altered woman. It was clearly evident that she had plastic surgery, yet that didn’t necessarily turn Heeseung off….not until....

“I’d still tap it.” Heeseung chuckles out.

“Well watch this video first....then tell me how you really feel.” Hitting play, Jay plays out a recording of the pair during their sexual encounter, the woman’s face was filled with so much botox, she displayed absolutely no inflection in her expression, yet her mouth, remained just barely parted, admitted the most pitiful sounding moans the entire crew has ever heard. Laughing at her expense, each member issued a look of confusion as they all compared the sound to farm animals.

“What the fuck? Is that a cow?” Sunghoon inquires as he listens in on the video.

Smirking, Heeseung asks Jay how in the world he acquired the recording.

“He saves all the footage from his hidden cameras in his laptop, I saw that shit and had to see it myself.” Jay laughs out.

Getting a good laugh at the woman’s pathetic expression…or lack thereof, Jake chimes in as he issues out the estimated time of arrival.

“Heeseung, you got 10 minutes.”

Clicking in the last of the coordinates, Heeseung nodded as he shifts his gaze up, and gets into position near the door. Sunghoon grabs onto the handle as he pats on Heeseungs back.

“Be safe. You know where the alternative meet up point is should anything goes wrong?”

Nodding, Heeseung reassures the information as Sunghoon confirms.

“2 minutes.” Jake issues.

Counting down, Heeseung crouches as he braces for impact. With Sunghoon staging by the door, Jake counts off the remaining five seconds as he glides and maneuvers the vehicle towards the curbed edge of the unidentifiable spot.

“5…..4…..3…..2….1! Now!” Jake states as the wheels begin to slightly screech and he purposely planes the vehicle to its side in a rotated motion. Sunghoon pulls the door wide as Heeseung leaps out and softly lands on solid ground as the van never stops moving. Continuously making its way out of the scene and heading to the vantage point, the crew quickly drives away, leaving to swap out the vehicle and stage it nearby the hotel, within communication range.

Leaving no sound to trace or alert anyone of his landing, Heeseung swiftly rolled into the shadows and remained hidden as he maneuvered his way towards the back of the building. Narrowed in an alleyway, Heeseung used the first set of coordinates and located the massive HVAC unit by finding the large vent on the side of the building. Using one of the many toys Sunghoon had given him, he used a multi-tool to unscrew the vent, while Niki controlled the angle of the security camera by gliding the rollover mouse and deterring its line of sight away from Heeseung.

“Okay you’re out of sight. Do your thing Heeseung.” Niki calmly sounds off with a deep voice, all the while the real security staff remained knocked out from the chloroform gas bomb he set off just moments before entering in with a gas mask. Some more goodies that Sunghoon had acquired through his military connections.

Nodding to himself upon hearing Niki’s voice through the bud earpiece, Heeseung finishes up with detaching the vent. Gliding into the duct. It was large enough for him to crawl and move around as he made his way inside the HVAC room, located in the basement.

“I’m in.” Heeseung communicates as he detaches the second vent and enters the room.

Locating the main vent that led to the main air duct, providing majority of the building's airflow, Heeseung detached it from the wall as he did with the other two, and began crawling through the aluminum crevice as he reads the second set of coordinates. Gliding through, he reaches his second destination as he kicks out the vent from the inside.

“Niki am I good?” Heeseung radio’s in.

Locking the elevators internally by setting the magnetic locking feature, Niki leaves all but one elevator stagnant. Looking into the cameras, he ensures the elevator was not in use. Once confirmed, Niki clears Heeseung, to which the latter listens in as he waits for his que.

“Coming up in 3…..2……1…” Niki calmly counts down as Heeseung hears in for the rising of the elevator, which Niki controlled as he operated the feature from the security room. Heeseung waits for the perfect timing as the elevator box rises up. Taking out a small handle, staging it near the roof of the aluminum duct, he presses the button and the handle extends into a pull up bar, securing itself between the two walls with its suction tipped ends. Sliding underneath the bar, feet first, he hangs himself out from the opening as he grips firmly on the extended piece. Looking down, he waits until the roof of the elevator was within his sight, nearly ten feet away before he releases his grip and softly lands on top, riding the box all the up to the top floor.

Looking at the numbers assigned to each vent, reflecting the floor level, Heeseung iterated the numbers to Niki as he continued to control the elevator through the systems automatic feature.

“Coming up on the fiftieth floor.” Niki remarks. As the elevator box reached the top, Niki pauses the motorized mechanism by halting the elevator through its emergency stop feature, ultimately allowing Heeseung to detach the vent and crawl through the top floor within the main duct line.

“Thanks for the lift.” Heeseung chuckles out through the communication piece, a small speaker pin that he attached to his collar.

Crawling through, going off the third coordinates, Heeseung pauses as he reaches the location of a side vent.

“Just reached third coordinates……am I good?”

Carefully scanning through the hidden cameras of the large presidential suite, the entire fiftieth floor, Niki ensures that all was clear on his end.

“All is clear here. Jay?”

Chiming in, Jay radios in an affirmative as he manipulates a military drone that Sunghoon acquired, having firm access of the hotel owner and his girlfriend enjoying their night out as they grab dinner and prepare to take a flight out, while the wife had remained on vacation.

“You’re good Heeseung.”

Kicking out the vent, Heeseung slides out and scans the immediate area. Inside the dining area, the lights had all remained off as the occupants were out and away.

“Too easy….” Heeseung smirks as he quietly makes his way towards the master bedroom. The entire floor level was larger than most foundational houses, it had a cathedral type ceiling and an expanded open floor plan. Not to mention the furnishings and luxury antique paintings that all hung delicately on the French styled panels that decorated the walls.

“Which painting was it again Niki?” Heeseung radios in.

“It’s going to be the one of Mona Lisa.”

“THE Mona Lisa painting?” Heeseung issues as he was stunned by Niki’s response.

“Not the actual, but it is a genuine replica, and its much larger. It still costed him a pretty penny, I think Jay said he paid over 10 million for it. He hired a bunch of artists to trace and reflect every exact curve and brush stroke as the original.”

“The man has money…..good thing I’m about to take it, his girlfriend could use a break from all those surgeries…any more silicone and she might pop.” Heeseung jokes as he reaches the replica portrait.

“Hey lady, you here alone?” Heeseung quietly speaks as he admires the large portrait.

Tracing the edges of the frame, he feels for the specific feature behind the painting’s main creation. Upon feeling the nub, he presses in and hears in on the clicking sound of the frame detaching from the locking mechanism, gently swinging open as Heeseung reveals the hidden key pad that Jay had fore-mentioned, completely flushed with the wall.

Entering the code, the wall slides open within a framed compartment, revealing the top notch safe that contained an elaborate dial. Just as he was about to get to work, Niki chimes in on the radio.

“Heeseung, get out of sight, someones coming.”

“Shit….” Whispering as he curses himself, Heeseung quickly migrates over into the master closet, which alone, was larger than his own penthouse. Taking refuge within one of the mirrored hanging cabinets, he stands in quietly. Rushing out of the open area, the frame quietly swings open once more as he wasn't able to fully secure it in time.

“Who the fuck came up?” Jay radios in.

“Not sure, it looks like the owner had additional security members a few floor levels down…must be a new security feature because that wasn’t set before. But this guy had to have used the ladder well and gone directly up while I was tracking Heeseung’s movements and operating the stand-alone elevator.” Niki explains, calmly tracking the security guard as he conducts his hourly night rove, as prescribe by the head of security and checks the entire main floor level.

“Heeseung you good?” Jay inquires.

“Yeah I’m good…just hiding out.”

“Stay put, I’ll let you know when it’s clear.” Niki reassures as he uses the security cameras that covered the entire floor level, all but the master suite and bathrooms.

Watching as the security guard did his roves, Niki cursed himself the moment he watches the guard taking notice of the painting swung open.

“He saw the painting. Heeseung stay hidden.” Niki radios in.

“Fuck, we gotta go.” Jay issues. “Heeseung stay put, this place is about to be swarmed with cops, we’ll let you know when all is clear right before they come through. Niki, you need to get out of there man.”

“Already moving. Where are you guys staged?”

“A few blocks away, we’ll swoop by and pick you up at Main street, three buildings down from the hotel. Heeseung where are you right now?”

“I’m inside one of the clothing cabinets inside the main closet.”

Instructing Heeseung, Jay continues to elaborate the alternative plan.

“Alright, stay there. Once we get Niki, you’ll have about 10 minutes before the cops show up and reach the top floor, also the owner has been informed, so we’ll have to swoop by and get you fast before he comes back. Can you get down in five?

“Yeah.”

“Okay, meet us at the same spot. We gonna have to kill all comms in order for the radio waves and frequency to be left untraceable. Don’t discard the pieces, just crush it and bring all the components back with you.”

“Got it.”

Ending the communication, Heeseung takes both, the ear piece and the speaker pin, drops it on the floor and stomps it with his boots, before stuffing the evidence in his cargo pocket. Exiting out of the master closet, ensuring that the security guard that blew their cover had already left, Heeseung began making his way out and back to the vent, where he would start migrating to the ladder well and quickly make his way out before the entire building goes on lock down. With just four minutes left, he rushes out and makes his way through the narrow corridor and takes a sharp turn around the corner, where he bumped into you.

Gasping as you felt the rush of hard muscle bashing into you, all the while a pair of strong hands simultaneously reaches up and pins your arms to your sides, Heeseung was just as shocked as you were the moment he felt himself bumping into your body. With the lights remaining off, he quickly reacts without investigating on who exactly he ran into. Turning you around, he pulls you back into his chest as he raises a sharp blade up to your neck and pulls you away and back into the master suite.

“Not one fucking sound. Nod at me.” With his other hand covering your mouth, his deep tone was fierce and forceful, yet calm…too calm, considering he was trapped on the top floor. But, the man was a professional, so it was only natural for him be composed. Nodding as he bids you to do, he continued to drag you back over toward the master bedroom and locks the door.

Your phone began ringing the moment you both entered the master suite, reflecting your husband’s number, which came in as an unfamiliar contact since you never bothered saving it. Initially, you were fond and very much in love with your husband, finding him to be both handsome and kind. But the moment the ceremony of the wedding had ended, he revealed his act and exposed his displeasing nature as a man with absolutely no value or respect for anyone other than himself. He was narcissistic, materialistic, and a philanderer. You grew to despise everything about him, so much, that you had refused to save any part of him in your life, to include his own cell number.

“Whose that?” Heeseung asks, still unable to see your face as all the lights remained off.

“M…my husband….”

“Husband?”

“Yes…..he’s the owner of this hotel….” You softly spoke out.

“You’re….his wife?.....I thought you were on vacation?”

Somewhat shocked at knowing about your whereabouts, you calmly elaborated as you admitted to secretly arriving back home sooner than expected.

“I…I was…..but I had to come back to….to pick up my divorce papers….” You calmly stated, saddened as the emotions of losing connections with your family was produced from this divorce. It was the only reason why you were hesitant, but you couldn’t take it anymore. As much as you wanted to remain connected with them, you only had one life to live, and you couldn’t possibly see yourself living in a lonely state with a husband that you hated, much less hating you back.

Meanwhile, Heeseung cursed himself as he continued to pin the blade to your skin.

“Answer it. Do anything stupid and I’ll slit your throat, so be a smart girl.” Heeseung instructs. You nod as you answered the call.

“Hello?.....”

“Why did you turn the security members away?”

“I…..just got in....i'm too tired and want to get some sleep……so I told them to come back tomorrow.”

“You dumb bitch, someone just broke in. Are you seriously not going to let the security members investigate the house? just wait till i get there, i'll slap you smart.”

Pausing, you quietly and calmly continued to reassure your husband that all was well…..which turned out favorably for Heeseung.

“There’s….no one here. I already checked and nobody took anything……”

“The team said someone tried to break into the safe.”

“yes but…..they had left before they could open it……i'm going to be here....i'll stay awake for a while and keep an eye on it…….but I’m too tired to deal with your security team……they can come back tomorrow.”

“so you’re sleeping there tonight? That’s a change.”

“Well……I figured since your secretary said you were going to be taking a flight to the Caribbean tonight, the house was going to be empty….for once.”

“Huh..sneaky. Well, since you’re there, I guess I don’t have to head back. We’re turning around and going back to the airport but if you see anyone, call security and text me.”

Gulping out of irritation, you calmly reassured him. “Yeah…..i got it.”

“Good little watch doggie. Be good and watch the house while we’re out oh, and Denise says hi.”

In the background, your husbands girlfriend could be heard as she teases a long “Hiiiiiiiii y/n.” as he places the phone on speaker. Heeseung furrowed his brows in annoyance at the total scummy attitude that the man displayed towards you. Despite whatever problems you both had in the marriage, there wasn’t any real reason he could see that would justify the man’s treatment towards you.

“Please polish all my jewelry while we’re gone, I would appreciate it!” Denise states. Both her and your husband continue to taunt you as it became evident that Denise had been living in your house, with your husband, as you had taken up on living in one of the other rooms in the hotel to create some diversion from the ugly pair. If it wasn’t one of the rooms within the forty-nine remaining floors, it was elsewhere in the city or lodging on whatever part of the world you could get away to. So long as you didn’t have to remain beside them.

“by the way, I heard you picked up divorce papers. You really going through with it?” your husband mocks out curiously.

“Yes…”

“Does daddy disapprove? Did he disown you yet? Does he even know?”

You stayed silent as you tried to alter the conversation to its end.

“Just sign it once you get back and I’ll have my things moved out in the meantime.”

“Good riddance, Denise needs more closet space, she says she’s tired of sharing everything with you. Anyhow, you sure nobody got into my safe?”

“yeah…..”

“Take a photo and send it to me. We’re pulling up at the airport right now, so send it within the next ten minutes before we take off, I don’t intend to keep my phone on while we’re up in the air.”

“Okay…..”

Hanging up and ending the call, your husband seemed to be reassured that all was well at the house, more so now that you were home.

“give me your phone.” Heeseung calmly instructs. Doing so, he takes it and drags you towards the safe. Handing it back to you, he tells you to take the photo and send it immediately. You did as he instructed, before handing it back to him as he extends his hand to look over the text.

“Why the fuck did you marry him? Dude is an asshole.”

“……I didn’t really have a choice…..”

Remaining calm and stoic, reflecting your deepest state of unhappiness, you continued to converse with the young man in the dark, not at all knowing what you both looked like. Suddenly, helicopters from afar could be heard making their way over towards the hotel.

“Shit, come here.” Taking you by the arm, he drags you back into the master bedroom, where all the lights remained off and the curtains closed. Taking you into the corner, he pins you back to his chest with his blade remaining close to your neck, all the while he peaked in through a tiny gap between the curtains and looked over the entire area. Taking your phone, he dials in and contacts Jay.

Answering, Jay figured that it was Heeseung as the number came in unrecognizable, yet he recalled seeing it when he hacked and viewed your, and your husband’s profiles. Piecing everything together, Jay figured Heeseung must have made contact with you upon seeing your number.

“Bro, where are you?”

“I’m still on the top floor…..wife came back early.”

“Yeah I figured…I sort of recognized the number. Are you good?”

“Yeah I am, but cops are everywhere and so are the helo’s….”

“Yeah we see them. You’re going to have to stay put. Did she call security?”

“Nah, and it ooks like they wont be coming up. Husband also is….appeased….knowing that his money is safe.”

“Yeah, I was tracing him through the drone, looks like he ended up going to the airport after all. But you’ll have a solid two hours before you can come out. They’re going to do a thorough rendezvous search around the perimeter of the building, and then slowly expand out throughout the city. We’re heading out but we’ll come back to get you, in the meantime, stay there and don’t come out until we call. You gonna have her phone on you?”

“yeah, I’ll be here.”

“Okay, hang tight, we got some time so chill out for a bit.”

“Yeah sure….” Heeseung mocked out as he slightly rolled his eyes while Jay chuckled.

“You’ll be fine man, trust me. Just don’t leave until I call.”

At that, both ended the phone conversation while Heeseung remained vigilant in scouting the area outside as he held you hostage. With the lights peering into the bedroom windows, he could vaguely make out your hair and the tip of your nose from you side profile as your locks framed your face delicately. He was too focused on what was going on outside, he didn’t take any notice of your dress, which was styled as a wrap, similar to that of a robe with a belted sash that held it in place. It began to come loose and slip off. The tie from the satin material was far too delicate for it to remain in place with how you were being pulled, moved, and pushed around as Heeseung shifted positions, dragging you along as he continued to study the movements and routes of each helicopter, plus the cop cars that all remained staged around the entire hotel.

You wanted to say something but feared of speaking as the grip of his hand tightened over your mouth. Slowly as the seconds went by, and each time Heeseung shifted and moved from one window to another, your dress came undone, slipping off your shoulders and collecting at the bend of your elbows while the sleeves coiled up and the entire body of it draped over your derriere, exposing your body. With only a pair of panties on, you slightly whimpered as you felt yourself become completely exposed.

Hearing your voice, he takes a glance down, initially confused as to why he felt your back shiver, when he noticed your dress removed. With your hands pinned on your sides, he made out the fabric thorough the harsh lighting that peeked in from the windows, and noticed the slinkiness of the material, causing him to piece together on just how you ended up becoming nearly naked in front of him.

With the intent on letting you fix yourself, he was just a split second away from instructing you to dress yourself, when you shifted your head inward, facing in his direction as you felt it hard to breathe since his large hand was not only covering your mouth, but his fingers were blocking the airway of your nostrils as well. Taking in your movement, he caught sight of your face and was essentially stunned….so much that he hadn’t immediately realized that you were barely getting any oxygen, which had caused you to admit another whimper as you furrowed your brows together, squinting your eyes shut and shifting your face upwards, where Heeseung gained a better view of it in the lighting, all the while you lifted a hand and placed it on top of his. Finally realizing that you were struggling for air, his eyes widened as he noted his hand blocked our nostrils and mouth. Quickly removing it, you harshly gasped as you shifted your face back to center and your chest raised up high as you took in a deep breath once you felt air traveling back through to your lungs.

Watching as you regained your breath, Heeseung had quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, supporting your body as you felt lightheaded and went limp from the rush of air hitting you. Slightly bent at the hip, your body shakes as your hair drapes over while your head hangs low, leaving your entire back exposed and your rear pressed up against his groin. You were far too beautiful to be treated in such a manner as he witnessed earlier, how could anyone treat someone like you like trash? You were so lovely in the face, and built with such gorgeous feminine attributes, you were the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.

“Why in the fuck is he hitting up that blow up doll when he’s got her….?”

Perplexed at how any man could be married to someone as other worldly as you, and yet choose someone who was highly altered with a synthetic face, Heeseung couldn’t believe how foolish your husband was.

“Is he fucking blind?......Does he not like real women?.....”

Continuing on with his pensive thought, you finally gained composure as you stood upright, brushing your hair back as you steadied yourself.

Grabbing on to you, his black leathered, fingerless gloves was all you could feel against your bare waist, with your hair draped over your shoulder and dangling against your breasts, you remained perfectly still as he held you tightly against his body. Your back felt as if it was melting against his chest, and while his grip was strong, his breathing was calm and soft.

His nose touches your cheek as you felt his lips tap against your helix when he spoke in a low growling tone.

“Look at me…”

Hesitant….you remained still as you felt a wave of fear hit you. But the moment he tugged on your waist harshly, he reiterates his demand. “I said……look at me….”

Doing as he bids, you shut your eyes gently as you slowly turned your face to look over to him. Slowly opening, you make eye contact and for the first time tonight, you saw his face. He had a slightly sharp nose with high cheekbones, along with wide eyes and cupid bowed lips; his facial features were somewhat defined and matured, yet reflected a certain softness and youth to their expression. Gazing into your eyes, he lost himself as he whispered out….

“Fuck……”

Resting his chin on top of your shoulder, his body relaxes and alleviates the pressure of the blade from your neck, allowing you to breathe a little easier. Yet it was too soon for you to take in any comfort from his demeanor since he began to scrape the smooth edge of the blade against your skin, moving it up and down along the center of your throat. Calmly, he speaks as the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek, with his chin remained resting on the nook of your shoulder.

“……look at me some more.”

You shifted your eyes and locked your vision with his black iris, despite being hidden under the bill of his black cap, you could tell that his eyes were so black, that it lacked any natural luster as they were voided of any shine and remained matte in its bold and dark color, resembling coal. Yet you were surprised, he was quite handsome, and his deep voice had paired his features nicely.

Collapsing the pocket-knife and shoving it inside his cargo pocket, he remained staring as he fully embraced you by the waist, and pulled you in.

“you can relax. I’m not going to hurt you….wasn’t ever going to.”

Breathing steadily, you gave a slight nod as you tried to create just a tad bit of distance between your pressed bodies, yet the moment you took a tiny half step forward, you felt his grasp pull you closer than ever. Whimpering out a soft moan, you shuttered as he rubbed his nose and took in a large, inhaled scent of your perfume.

Groaning upon feeling your body pressed up to his groin, even he couldn’t make sense out of his actions, he was just acting out of what felt right………and you felt more than right. You felt perfect.

Whimpering once more, you shifted slightly as you tried to cover your chest once you had felt one of his hands trailing up to your breasts. Turning your face away, he didn’t stop moving even upon seeing you shy away and trying to cover yourself, instead, he merely shushed you by pressing his lips against your ear.

“Shhhh…..its okay baby…….”

Hearing his soft voice melted you, and you felt your body sink into his while your chest heaved deeply as you started to lose control of your breathing.

“…..how long has it been…..since hubs touched you?” he asks, as he cupped your breast and admitted a slight squeeze while his nose dragged upward near the tip of your ear, resting right above the helix. With a small peck, his lips tap against your ear, causing you to become more unsteady as you felt the knot forming in your gut….something you hadn’t felt for far too long.

“I……mm……it was only once…..after our wedding ….” You mumbled out softly, your tone sounded angelic to him. It was similar to that of a wind chime, with gentle tones of high pitch.

Squeezing both of your breasts, his tongue traces the lining of your ear. The sensation was so good, you hadn’t entirely meant to moan and tilt your head off to the side, giving him more access, yet you couldn’t help it. Reaching behind, you planted your palms on his thighs and tried once more to push yourself way to create some distance, yet this time it was just out of teasing spite as you yearned for more of his tenacity. To be craved by a man was something you were missing out on in life….to be craved by Robin Hood himself, was a big bonus.

Sensing your mannerism and the playful vibe you admitted while softly feeling his legs as you pushed, he pulled….slowly….playing right back. “Ooooh…..trying to get away from me?” He smirks against your hair. You slightly shook your head as you arched your back and pressed the back of your head gently against his lips as your derriere dug deeper against his pelvis. That nearly did him in, gripping you harshly by cupping your breasts, he pulled you and smacked your back against his chest as he burrowed his face into your ear. Whispering in a deep and sensual tone, he says to you, “tell me what you want…..tell me and I’ll give it to you….I’ll give you…..e-v-e-r-y-thing…..”

Raising his hand, he sides eye you with desire written all over his face as he sticks out his tongue, and licks the tip of his middle finger. Traveling downward, he slips it into your panties, and uses the same finger to rub the small nub of your clitoris. Gasping for air, with the punch of pleasure banging your gut and chest, you whimpered aloud as you begged him with a whining tone, “ugh!....i….i want. It……..i want it…..”

“say it louder….” Sliding his finger up and down along your slit, he uses the moisture admitted from the crevice of your womanhood and slowly inserts it inside you. “I want it! I want it!.....” you nearly screamed out as you felt him lift your frame by the inserting grasp he had. With his finger inside, and his palm cupping the base of your soft spot, he raised you to your tip toes as he would slowly thrust it in and out. “ugh! P-please……”

“Please what?” he antagonizes out, yearning to hear more of your begging tones, getting more aroused each time you spoke out to him….yearning for him just as much he was yearning for you.

“Come on baby…..tell it to me like you really want it……tell it to me….like how you really want it…..”

Adding more ferocity to his thrust, his finger re-enters inside your hole as the squelching sound of the lubricant becomes louder and screams inside the bedroom. Feeling yourself gushing out, you finally caved in as you nearly collapsed, had it not been your grasp on his fitted cargo pants along with his wrap around your waist. “….p….please…….fuck me…..”

Turning you around so suddenly, he plasters his arms around your frame as he pulls you into an intense and feasting kiss. Never once breaking, you both nearly ran out of breath until he finally admitted a small gasp of air before proceeding. Bending at the knees, his hands reach down and around your back thighs as he swiftly lifts and cradles your legs around his waistline, carrying you over to the king size bed. Laying you down gently, he hovers above our frame as you both scooted towards the center, remaining in contact through the touch of your lips.

Once in position, he props himself on his knees as his military styled clothing continued to show off his lithe frame. Opening your legs wider, he softly rubs his fingertips against your thighs as he hooks them under your panties, and slides them off. Pulling your legs up and together, he slides the fabric off and tosses them to the side while keeping your ankles pinned together, resting atop his shoulder. Caressing and cuffing them together with one hand, he reaches down and unzips his pants slowly while biting down on his bottom lip, staring directly into our eyes. With the lights from the city peering into through the windows and curtains, a dimmed hue of a glow set the atmosphere right as he admired how beautiful you looked under him.

Slowly taking out his shaft, it pokes against the back of your legs as your ankles continued to rest over his shoulder, covering his length from your vision. You could tell that he was long and thick, based off how it felt against your skin as he rubbed it up and down, and tapped it against your thighs. With the bulging tip, he slides it up and down in between the folds of your slit, coating it with that glistening shine that coated his finger. Entering, the tight pressure of your cavity caused his breath to growl as he tilts his head far back, exposing his protruding Adams Apple.

“Fuck you’re tight….”

Whimpering, you shift your face away as you winced in pain. Reaching up, your hands grab hold of his shirt as you dug your fingers into the material and his abdominal muscles. “Ugh!......i…it hurts!”

Remained facing with the ceiling, as he gasped out a breath of his own, he nodded faintly as he spoke “I know…..but I’m going to take care of that for you in a second……I’m going to take care….of you….” slowly bucking his hips in, he inserts, inch by inch until he finally was all inside you.

Enjoying the warmth of softness of your moist tissue, he flickers his cock as it rests inside, tapping against your walls while the pre-cum seeped out and puddled inside you. Looking back down at you, he finally caught his breath after taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of your body. Like the finest silk, you felt far too good for him to not begin thrusting.

With slowly pumps, he started off with a gentle pace as he asked you, “are you ready?”

Nodding, you felt the stinging pain pulsating as he stretched you out, going in and out…in…and out……

Once your response was received, his momentum became unforgiving as he picked up the pace and thrusted deeper, faster, and fiercely. Groaning out deep tones, Heeseung was overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he felt. It was so good, he had to go harder….he had to make you scream.

Looping his arm around your legs, with your ankles remaining on his shoulder bone, he slightly lifts your derriere off the bed as he continued to thrust and pump his dick into you. Supporting your frame by the lock on your legs, you found yourself lost in the sea of euphoria as you were getting fucked relentlessly by the infamous thief. Not knowing his real identity, you merely moaned out in long exasperating whines and whimpers as you felt more pleasure coming in, and the stinging tinge of pain was disappearing fast. Numbed and yet still able to feel every single inch of his cock thrusting in and out, you gasped out as you whined “p-please….please….ugh…don’t stop…….don’t stop fucking me.”

Turning you over, he places a trail of kisses on the arch of your back as he grabs onto your rear, squeezing your cheeks together as he grabs your waist from behind. Propping yourself on hands and knees, you moaned out upon feeling his wet length trailing patterns on your skin, tapping against your cheeks as he prepares to enter. Steadying your body with a tight grasp, he squeezes your waistline as he re-enters, sliding all the way in. It was becoming easier to enter inside as he was stretching your walls open from thrusting in his large muscle repeatedly.

He never once thought he would ever take a married woman to bed, but for you, he’d do anything. He’d do everything.

Feeling the base of his groin as it presses against your rear cheeks, you gasped out as he starts back up on thrusting, slamming against your rear with sharp and pungent thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping against the skin of his base, along with his trousers as he remained fully dressed, he started off slowly and deep before going in at a rapid rate.

“Ugh! Ugh….my God…I’m……you’re breaking me….”

“Oh fuck yeah I am.”

Finding himself tenacious in ruining you, Heeseung took great delight in toying with your words as he slaps himself against you each time he thrusted in, pulling you by your waist simultaneously as he re-coats his dick with that precious liquid that emerged from you. The consistency started to thicken and turned white from the constant friction and rubbing from the thrusting. Watching it formulate before his very eyes, he watches as a thick, white ring of cream outlines his girth, growing and expanding along the inches the more he kept fucking into you.

“Ugh! ….fuck! I’m going to cum!” you whimpered out. He responded by increasing the pace yet again, spanking his groin against your round bottom as he powers in all the energy and masculinity into your womanhood, claiming you as he tells you to cum.

“Cum baby……cum with me…”

Thrusting in with high tenacity, you both fell into the hands of your release as you reached your orgasms. Nearly screaming, you felt the tears of pleasure stream down your face as you felt his groin gyrate and vibrate against your rear as he filled you up, pulling you in towards him by his grip on your waist. Turning you over, he lays you down and re-inserts his length once more. Leaning in between your legs and plastering his chest against yours, he locks his lips with your own as he begins to thrust once more, initiating round two.

Grabbing onto your neck, he breaks away just slightly as his nose and lips remained touching yours. His thrusts caused your body to shift upwards as he watched you bolt up and down from his impact, loving the way your placid expression from earlier, was broken as he fucked you.

“let me give you a pearl necklace to wear around that beautiful neck or yours baby….”

Bumping up and down as he continued to thrust, you admitted a nod as you furrowed your brows in pain from the overwhelming pleasure hitting you once more. “ugh! D….d…too deep! You’re too deep!”

“Yeah?......lets go deeper baby……”

Gasping for air, he succeeded, though you couldn’t imagine how he accomplished the task as he was already going in all the way in. By lifting one of your legs and leaning it against your chest, he was able to reach depths that you had no idea existed until he pointed it out…literally.

“Oh my God! Ugh!...p…please….”

“I know baby….i fucking know……come on, keep taking it. You’re doing so well……you’re doing soooooooo good……come on baby, keep fucking it……fuck it….fuck it baby.”

“ugh!” you gasped out repeatedly, to which he responded by issuing teasing words as he breathed into your mouth. “Right there baby? Is that the spot?”

“Uuuuuugh!”

“Yeah? Want me to keep hitting it? Just like that?....come on baby, let me beat it up for you.”

Tapping against a spot deep inside your gut, you reached up and gripped his chest as he breathed deeply into your wide-open mouth. He refrained from kissing you, taking the moment to enjoying swallowing in each of your moans as he fucked you harder, faster, and stronger.

“oh fuck baby, come here.”

Feeling himself reaching ecstasy he quickly pulls out just in time as he kneels himself up and reaches for the back of your head. Pulling you in gently, he strokes his throbbing member as he ejaculates along your neckline, coating you with the pearl necklace that he enjoyed seeing you wearing……because it was his.

Growling out the last of his moans, he leaned back in and kissed you repeatedly as he caressed your face. Noting the lack of energy and your eyes fluttering shut, you became weak after succumbing to his performance. With one last kiss on your forehead, he gently pulled the covers over your body and fetches a few of your husband’s belongings from the master closet.

Snagging your phone, he quickly calls in once more.

“Yo.” Jay answers.

“Be around the block in ten, right next to that Lebanese food cart, I’ll meet you there. Don’t worry about the cops, I scouted a loop hole route. Trust me. See you soon.” Hanging up, he left no chance for Jay to respond as he erases the call history, not at all concerned as the number he dialed in was that of a disposable phone. Leaving the crew untraceable.

Placing your phone down at your nightstand, he takes one more glance over and admires your sleeping state before leaving you to rest. Decoding the safe, Heeseung worked quickly as he clears his throat, still catching his breath from the heightened pleasure he felt from fucking your brains out.

Swinging the safe door wide open, there, the entire life’s value of your husband’s assets was free for the taking. Gold bars, velvet bags of diamonds, shareholder certificates, and large stacks of cash, a wide variety of investments that Heeseung stuffed into your husband’s gym bag. Shedding off his combat styled attire, he stuffs it all inside the bag while adorning the gym clothes he snagged from the master closet. With his cap remaining, Heeseung left his face partially hidden as he dressed himself in sneakers, basketball shorts, a fitted tee shirt with a sports jacket. Sliding back inside the vent, realizing that the guard never noticed it being detached from the wall, Heeseung slid and crawled through, configuring his way through while dragging the bag along through the spacious air duct.

Reaching another vent, he kicks it open and emerges out, into an empty guest suite located two floors below the top level. Figuring that the guard had already discovered the detained guards and reset all the controls in the security room, Heeseung peeked out through the small peep hole on the door, and there it was, off to the corner of his vision, he could see the security camera that covered the hall of the forty-eighth level. Containing the view of the door, Heeseung exits the room, casually, portraying himself to be a guest at the hotel as he remained inconspicuous. Tucking his hands inside the jacket pockets, he walks out and heads over to the elevators, walking past a few other guests and even a couple of roaming security guards. Watching as Heeseung stood calmly, waiting for the next elevator, one of the security guards noted Heeseung’s attire and tapped his shoulder.

“Excuse me sir. The hotel’s gym is currently closed for the night.”

“Damn….well that sucks.” Heeseung hisses out.

“I know, we apologize for the inconvenience. However, there is an exclusive gym down the road that is open to all guests of the hotel. Its nearby, just a few buildings down, past Main street. Don’t mind the police, there is an elaborate search of the hotel since there was an intruder alert.”

Feigning a slight gasp with a surprised look, Heeseung calmly converses as he built a false rapport with the guard. “No shit…..huh….is it safe to leave the hotel?”

“Oh yes, nothing to worry about Sir. Everything is under control. We’ll have the man arrested in no time, we had cleared the top three floors and figured he made his way through the ladder well. The police are in a high state of alert, so please don’t be alarmed if they ask to check your bags as you exit the hotel.”

“Of course, man, thanks so much uh…” extending his hand, Heeseung hinted for the man’s name.

“Oh, Robert.” Shaking hands with the guard, Heeseung nods as he continues. “Robert. Nice to meet you man, Ethan.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Thanks for the tip, I’ll see you around man.” Heeseung enter’s the elevator with two other guests, listening into on the guard, he overhears as Robert radios in and commits to standard protocol.

“Three guests making their way to the first floor, two males and one female. Both cleared.”

As the elevator doors shut and started to move, Heeseung side glances at the couple, taking note of their distracted presence as they both displayed their loving affection towards one another. Pressing on the third floor button, Heeseung remained cool as the elevator reached the level. Walking out, he notes the security camera covering the entire hallway, leaving no door and room out of its line of sight……except for the vent that was on the dead-end wall, underneath the camera, out of the vantage point.

“Too easy.”

Casually walking up, Heeseung takes out a key card, one that he had taken over a week ago when he scouted the entire top floor portraying as one of the lobby staff. Coding it with the hotel’s computer system, he copied the hotel manager’s master copy. Opening the door closest to the opposite corner of the camera, the angle only captured the top corner of the door, gaining enough sight to witness it opening and closing. Entering the master key into the slot, the guards in the security room watched and noted the door opening with Heeseung entering the room. Mistaken as a guest of the third floor, the guards shifted their focus back to one of the middle floor levels once the door to the room had shut.

The moment he entered the room, he swiftly ducked and leaped out, right from under the camera’s lens. With the door only partially covered, there was no sight of what went on underneath the center of the panel, leaving Heeseung free to feign an entry. Taking out the vent, he re-enters inside the duct, and crawls through, recalling the coordinates from earlier and developing his own alternative set, he reached the very start of his journey for the night, and found himself back in the HVAC room at the hotel’s basement. With only minutes, possibly seconds left before someone would notice the vent’s manipulated and displaying evidence of security breach. Heeseung quickly reaches up and undid the vent that led outside, held in place with an instant drywall gum that he applied on the corners of the vent, setting it back in place as a precautionary measure in case the guards conducted their roves along the perimeter of the hotel’s exterior. With no way to screw it back on from the inside, Heeseung got crafty and experimented with multiple home products to develop this concoction.

Pressing it outward, he grips on the grooves of the vent with his fingers so as to not let it fall and hit the ground, causing noise to alert the police stationed out on the front and back, occasionally roaming around. With the helicopters hovering over the neighboring buildings about five miles out, he would have just seven minutes before they would migrate back over the hotel. Quickly exiting out of the duct, he props the vent back over the opening, before climbing in between the neatly trimmed trees that outlined the hotel, providing a luxurious lining of landscaping beauty. Remaining in the shadows close to the trees, he travels on the opposite end of the foliage, making his way the in the direction of Main Street, passing by the back side of the fine establishments that neighbored the hotel. One he reached the fourth building down, he walked through the narrow alley way and emerged from the side, with the sight of police officers and the massive hotel building all at a solid distance. Right on time, a white SUV pulls up.

Rolling down the window, Jake peeks his head out as he looks behind and takes notice of the hotel and the line of police cars that covered the entire entrance.

“Need a lift?” Jake chuckles out.

Smirking, Heeseung walks over to the passenger side and gets in. Driving off, they head out to meet up with the rest of the crew, splitting the earnings as per usual.

Media outlets along with social media platforms blasted the news of the robbery. For days, nothing but talk of the hotel owner’s entire life investments, was all stolen. Desperate to seek information, the police released a massive million-dollar reward for any leads.

………………….

“This is Belift news. It would so appear that there is still no signs of the infamous thief, who is socially identified as Robin Hood. Once again, the thief has emerged victorious in stealing over 400 billion dollars’ worth of assets that included shareholder stock certs to major corporations and companies around the world. What is even more strange, is that Robin Hood, who was always known for his generosity in leaving a fraction of his prize to the most impoverished areas of the city, had skipped out and took everything for himself, as no one has come out with claims of receiving a gift at the doorstep. Of course, it has been three days since the incident, police express that Robin Hood may be more cautious and is remaining under cover and may possibly leave his gift after things calm down.”

Turning the TV off, you sipped on your coffee as you relaxed on the balcony, taking in the beautiful sight of the city in a separate hotel. What with the safe breached and your husband’s life’s savings all taken, you didn’t bother to remain at the NIA hotel any second longer once you notified him. Knowing that he would fly back immediately, you left him with a simple text….

Sending out the half-hearted message, you immediately blocked out his contact, not at all wanting to entertain whatever response he would text back. With the divorce papers unsigned, you didn’t even care as you realized that lacking his signature, would only mean that the divorce is contested on his part, yet you also knew that he wouldn’t show up at court to provide a defense, meaning the judge would automatically rule in your favor, making the divorce as binding and legal. Either way, you won. He lost.

Hearing the bell ringing, you got up and checked the peephole to see the hotel’s concierge staff member on the opposite end with a delivery man next to him. Opening the door, you greeted the two men as the staff member nodded and respectfully spoke.

“Ms. Y/n, there is a delivery for you that requires your signature of acceptance.”

“Oh, a delivery? ….That’s fine, where do I sign?” a bit confused, you signed the electronic pad, reflecting your acceptance as the delivery man handed you a box made of leather. Thanking the two men and gently shutting the door, you walked over to the table where you set the box down. Opening the golden latch at the front, inside was a smaller box made of velvet, with a small envelop wrapped with a red ribbon. The wax melt that sealed the envelope contained the letters “RH”.

“It….it couldn’t be….”

Opening it, you read the small letter that was handwritten with such delicate calligraphy.

“Tis the night where thy heart yearns for thee, I pray thy Maid Marian, remains happily free. Just as the swallows that fly above ye pretty head, I sit and stare, painting the canvas of ye blossoming face from thy bed. For I seek the comfort of her warmth and touch, Come out wearing this above ye bosom, the one whose heart I miss much. Wait for me, as I come to ye, Become thy Maid Marian, forever with me.” Love, Robin Hood

Opening the smaller box, laid delicately in place, was the most beautiful piece you ever did see. A necklace….made entirely out of white pearls.

.....................

"let me give you a pearl necklace to wear around that beautiful neck or yours baby…" - Robin Hood

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Kiss Me More | Ch 1 | {Groan}

SUMMARY: It’s been twelve long years since you were the sad little girl tugging on the tails of your adoptive father’s coat.

Your brothers take notice. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

And yeah, i wanna spend the night with you Yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? Because i've never really known But i pinky promise you i'm grown And i wanna know what it feels like

You’re deep in your head as you lean forward in your vanity’s mirror, lightly dabbing away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth with your middle finger. You don’t notice the creak of your door as it opens, and the protest of the frame as one of your many adopted siblings leans against it.

You don’t see the range of emotions he cycles through- some visible on his face, and others happening only in his head, behind those stormy green eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t think so.” Jason scoffs to himself after a minute, startling you. The tension drains from your shoulders as you turn around to see him standing there, all geared up in his Red Hood uniform sans the armor and that goofy fucking helmet of his. Your surprise has less to do with the atrophied instincts you’ve barely managed to keep from your two weeks as Robin back in the day, and more to do with the strangeness of Jason serving you his best impression of Dick’s Blue Steel, A.K.A, his ’Concerned Big Brother’ face. Something your oldest brother pulled so often, he could have it patented. It looks totally ridiculous on Jason, a dude you legitimately haven’t seen out of his uniform since he was welcomed back into the family. You think to yourself that he must be doing his rounds, doing his best to repair the dynamics that were lost when he died, and soured when the pit left him more than a little trigger happy.

Still, you remind yourself of Dick’s advice, to reward vulnerability and welcome these moments. Jason was supposedly quite fragile beyond his hulking form.

You sighed. “What can I do for you?”

There was some lingering awkwardness around the fact that he’d briefly dedicated his life to ending your dads, but if Bruce could trust him enough to welcome him anywhere near the Batcave, you supposed you could, too. He was trying his best, after all. You just wish he’d take it elsewhere, for once.

Still, you’ll play along.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dressed like that, was the implication that hung in the air. You’re smart enough to fill in the blank. He’s smart enough to let you.

“Out.” You turn around, unable to help but be a little bit guarded about this particular line of questioning.

God, on all the nights…

Turning your back to him, you casually resume your preening. He doesn’t at all remember you being this stubborn, but he’d died and come back to find you a whole lot older than he remembered.

“Out,” Jason repeated, exhaling heavily as he pushed off the doorframe. Jason was your age, once. He knew all about ‘out’. When he was in your shoes, going to Gotham Academy, making those fancy friends with more money than sense, ‘out’ meant joyriding around, bar hopping with fake ID’s and hooking up with fast, socialite girls wearing skirts not unlike the one you sported as you shifted in your plush vanity seat.

“What’s his name?”

“Are you still here?”

It slips out of you before you can remind yourself of Dick’s instruction to give Jason the room and encouragement he needed to be a part of your life again. As if he were a scared cat, and not a six-foot-something giant with the wrong kind of bodycount.

You try again, but it doesn’t come out any more cordial. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting that. He also wasn’t expecting you to look so…grown up. His gaze flickered over you, over the short skirt and lace trimmed cardigan you were wearing. Over the way you applied that mascara and eyeliner with practiced skill and patience.

You were beautiful. God damn it, Bruce.

Catching his gaze in the mirror, you falter. His unreadable stare pulls the plug on your brat-ittude. A sigh escapes you.

“I’ll be careful, Jay. I promise.” You mumble, capping your eyeliner with finality as you give into this game of house he insisted on playing with you. When your eyes finally flicker up to meet his again, something in them seems…changed. The expression he wears is no longer unreadable. You recognize it, but can’t seem to place it. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you, but it’s been just as long since you were able to get a good look at him, too.

And then it’s there, again. The guilt and shame that coils within you as you notice the way his arms bulge under the brown leather of his jacket, the set of his strong jaw and the pout of his full bottom lip. You want to bash your head against your vanity. Tonight was supposed to be your night to get away from this feeling. To distract yourself with normal boys that weren't off limits. To cure yourself of the way you instantly became distracted whenever your brothers were near.

Adoptive brothers, you remind yourself inwardly. But you know that fact doesn’t make you feel any less fucking gross.

For as much as you appreciated some of the upsides of puberty hitting you like a train, there were some notable downsides, too. Inappropriate attraction to the other gorgeous men that live in this house aside, you’d found yourself concerned with things you had always prided yourself on being above. The way you gravitated towards more flattering clothes and cuter underwear, your proclivity for flavored lipgloss and this…overwhelming desire to feel attractive had you feeling so unlike yourself that it was hard to embrace the change, let alone enjoy it. Sometimes, the process of becoming a woman often felt like you were being beat with a pretty pink nightstick.

It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been quiet for a strange amount of time. And the knowledge that he has too makes you tense in places you didn’t know you could.

“Besides,” You continue, though too much time has passed to really consider it a continuation of your promise. “I’ve got backup.”

Swiveling around in your vanity’s chair, you don a self satisfied smirk as you slip the hem of your skirt up your thigh just a smidge, exposing the knife holstered to your thigh.

Jason’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. He wasn’t expecting that of all things. Not the sight of you, gorgeous and young and supposedly retired from this whole vigilante thing having a butterfly knife strapped to your leg. He wasn’t expecting the thrill he was getting just by looking at it, and how much he wanted to see it in use.

What is wrong with me?

He clears his throat to regain his composure.

“Where the hell did you get that?” He asks, his voice rougher than before.

“Where do you think?” You can’t help but laugh, tugging the hem of your skirt back down. Your sharp tongue gets him hot under his collar in a way he is beyond not proud of.

Still, he joins you, letting out a noise that is somewhere between a laugh and a snort. The moment brings about a sense of familiarity, the conversation finding a groove it hasn’t been able to since before he had died.

Clearing his throat again, he has to fight against the heat threatening to rise in his face- unable to do much about the blood rushing south. “Look. I know it’s not my place, just…I’m concerned. About you going outside wearing…” The way he vaguely gestures to your outfit with his hands makes you forget he’s supposed to be some kind of sharpshooter.

“I’m…going on a date.” You finally answer, offering an olive branch. Maybe the truth really will set you free. From this cage of Wayne Manor, from the clear gloss, sensible shoes and frumpy skirts that were good for your optics, whatever the fuck that meant. Jason was in your shoes, once. Under the microscope of society, young and repping the name of an entire family on your back. You hope he can relate, and give you some grace. So you lay it on. Thick.

“Do you like it? It’s pretty much brand new. I never get to wear it, because there is no way dad would ever let me out dressed like this.”

Jason nods slowly.

He likes more than your outfit.

“You’re going on a date.” He turns it over in his mind. It seems his suspicions were correct. “And…Bruce doesn’t even know?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. As if you told him where you were sneaking off to when you were my age. And don’t you dare say it was different or whatever bullshit you’re about to-“

Jason crosses the room to your still seated form before you can finish, stepping into your personal space and placing a hand under your chin. He lifts it gently, and tries not to absolutely lose it at the way you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Where is he taking you?” Jason asks, his voice low and rough.

You do your best to beat back that feeling again. The warmth in your core is persistent, but you’ve had a few years of practice surpassing it. Digging your nails into your palm, you try not to observe how handsome he looks, even now, with that spark of disapproval in his gaze. Focusing hard, you manage not to bite your lip at his tone.

“Drive-in.” The truth slips from you quickly, and quieter than it would have several minutes ago, when you couldn’t smell his cologne. You lean into his touch imperceptibly. “And then there’s a party we might stop by.”

“Drive-in?” Jason repeats, his eyebrows arching. “Like, a literal movie drive-in? Do those places still actually exist?” His fingers tighten, his thumb rubbing against your chin- dangerously close to the fullness of your bottom lip. There’s no way you could miss the way his eyes devour your face. And drop to your lips.

“Uh-huh.” You confirm, dropping your chin ever so little, kissing his thumb. “They’re popular spots. Sitting in your car with your date. Alone, in the dark.”

“God, you’re killing me right now.” His heart pounds as your lips touch his thumb, but makes no move to pull it away. His fingers grip your chin a little tighter. His other hand comes to your neck, the pads of his fingers brushing over it gently. “You’re just begging to be kissed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” the word escapes you breathlessly. It’s so fucking embarrassing. You can’t help it. That you care so much about your hair, that your showers are extra long and that you’re so horny all the fucking time now because living in his house is like being in the Olympic village- constantly surrounded by beautifully sculpted people. It was beyond difficult, even if you were now counted among them.

Jason doesn’t care that your door is cracked open or if anyone could walk in and see you. He drops one hand off of your chin, and the one tracing your pulse trails back and up into your hair, forgetting himself as he fists the strands and tugs it back.

“God, look at you.”

It’s all he can manage before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. The discovery of your flavored lipgloss sets off a wave of possessiveness in him when he thinks that some other punk was planning to savor the taste. He wants it to be just for him.

You kiss him back before you can think about it. You’re touch starved and aching, barely thinking straight as he lifts you into his arms with his impossible strength and picks you up as if you weigh less than nothing. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. Breaking the kiss, your hands find his face, thumbs brushing over the scars on his cheek. “Forgot how strong you are, Jay.”

He lays you across the bed with one swift motion and kneels between your legs as his large hands roam your thighs. You know for a fact that your skin is soft and smooth. Your Everything Shower routine was of the gods.

“You’ve grown up, baby bat.”

His dark eyes bore into you, the old nickname rolling off of his tongue with ease. It no longer brings an irritated flush to your face the way it did when you were still playing with dolls. For a moment, he’s reminded of the fact that he was here to try and step into that role again. To be the brother that keeps you from making the sort of dumb mistakes he had been known for at your age, and not to touch you- but you’re so soft and so sweet. There’s no pity in your eyes, or fear of the monster he used to be. He can't decide if he wants to cherish you or ruin you, but he's greedy enough to try and get away with both.

Manicured fingers twitch to the front tie of your lace cardigan. The edge of the ribbon rests between your forefinger and thumb before you slowly pull, releasing the bow. You reveal your bare, ample chest to him as you agree breathlessly. “Yeah,”

Jason bites his lip at the sight of your chest. A deep sense of satisfaction fills him as you reveal yourself to him, and the hand on your thigh rises slowly, stopping at your hip. He lets out a soft groan as he promptly resumes to think with the wrong head.

Catching his gaze, you drag your nails down his chest, fingers stopping at his belt. Tilting your head, you don’t bother to look as you work on undoing the buckle and pull it free from the loops of his pants. “Jay,” You whisper.

“Don’t call me that.” His voice is low, his gaze still boring into yours. “It makes me…feel a certain type of way.” Tilting his head back a little, he lets out another soft grunt when he feels you working open the front of his pants. His eyes fall shut. He seems to be on the verge of something, no doubt attempting to convince himself to stop before the two of you do something you can’t take back.

“What if I want you to feel that way?” You ask, dipping your hand beneath the open waistband of his pants, your soft fingers brushing against his swelling cock.

“Jesus Christ.” Releasing a deep breath, he looks down at you. His hand travels up to your throat, fingers digging into your skin.

“Please.” You finally just beg him, your bare chest heaving as you attempt not to squirm with the anticipation. “Please, Jay. Please.” How long has it been, since you were touched? Yeah, you were gorgeous, and fairly popular at school, but being involved with the precious daughter of the ‘prince of Gotham’ was often too risky for a lot of the guys at school. With you, they couldn't get away with half of the things they could with some of the other girls you know. And then there’s Jason. Someone she’s known for a good chunk of her life. Someone she trusts, someone she’s mourned, and most importantly- someone who is not afraid of Bruce Wayne.

The dying embers of his resolve are snuffed out the minute you shift your hips, that too short skirt riding up and revealing your absolutely soaked panties. And fuck, has he even touched you yet?

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, sweetheart. I got you.” Jason leans over you, one hand supporting himself by your head as the other drags your underwear to the side. Two of his calloused fingers stroke your slippery folds, covering his hand in your warm slick before he fists his thick cock.

He brings the blunt head of him close to you, stroking your clit before it brushes against your core. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You gotta let me in.” He murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Hold onto me.”

You do. Your fingers dig into his strong shoulders as he finally manages to push into you with a long suffering groan. You’re no virgin, but you’re half his size, and so, he bets, was every other chump you had before him. And from the way your walls quiver and stretch around him? He also bets that list is pretty short.

“ ’S okay, princess,” He breathes, his pupils blown wide. It takes everything in him not to pin you down and absolutely destroy you, but he reminds himself that your desperation does’t equal experience. You can act as fast as you want, you still need time to adjust to him.

“Oooh, fuck.” Jason hisses, his nails digging into the sheets beside you as he somehow manages to bottom out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You can feel his shoulders tense under your palms, and your soft hands slip down his biceps until you’re holding his forearms. You’re so tight it’s criminal, and he can’t even focus as he begins to thrust into you.

His name sounds magical coming from your lips, and you look so gorgeous beneath him, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he fucks you hard and deep and bare. Your cunt is noisy and desperate, sucking him deep into your impossible warmth, covering every inch of him in your slick. His hand finds your throat again, and he can feel the way you squeeze around him in response. He groans complete delight. “You like that? Huh?”

Something akin to a yes escapes you as he begins to fuck you harder, the wood of the antique bed frame creaking in protest as your distant sort-of-stepbrother practically folds you in half, seemingly unable to get deep enough inside of you. Jason is a complete mess above you as you all but melt into your sheets, fingers tangled in the linens as each deep thrust forces a desperate whine from your parted lips.

“Such a perfect little cunt. So warm and fuckin’ wet-“ His free hand greedily palms at your tits as a string of other obscenities that make your clit throb begin to fall from his lips. He finds a spot deep within you that makes your toes curl and your walls tighten, and he grips your hips for leverage as he abuses it relentlessly. The difference between you is such that he barely has to shift his hand from your thigh to have his thumb roll over your clit shortly after you feel him spit on it, the oddity and the sudden stimulation forcing your back to arch.

There’s a part of him that hasn’t yet forgiven Bruce for leaving him to die, and that part greedily soaks up the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your tits bouncing as your back arches off of your bed. You may be barely an adult, but you’re still Bruce Wayne’s little girl, too precious for combat, but not too precious for Jason to spread you open on your pastel linens, under your daddy’s roof. You cream around his cock as your greedy walls threaten to milk him but he refuses to let up, determined to bully another orgasm out of you before he’s through.

“Tell me you want it,” Of course he knows you do. You’re the one who practically scrambled for his belt the minute he got you onto the bed, but it’s not enough to see it. He wants to hear you say it. To beg for him His voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” You manage, barely able to get the words out. “Want you, I want you-“ His nails bite into your thigh and you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

“Jason,” You look up at him through your lashes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners of your pretty eyes. He mumbles your name in return, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“Get off in me.”

“Fuck!” His orgasm hits him like a train almost instantly, and he grinds into you needily with a disbelieving groan, filling you up. Your eyes nearly roll back as you come undone around him, and you’re not even though your orgasm before he lets out a barely coherent whine that sounds like it could be ‘good girl’ or ‘dirty fucking tease’. Your mind is spinning too much to make sense of anything and you decide take your pick, leaning back into your nest of plush blankets and pillows.

“Shit,” You breathe, exhausted.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

Jason allows himself to roll off of you, the bed creaking with impact as he collapses beside you with an uneven exhale. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath, hearing the shifting of his tactical pants beside you as he tucks his cock away. He casts a sidelong glance at you, swallowing before he can think of something to say. “That…you were okay with that, right?”

It takes a good moment to register the words, and you blink your eyes open. Turning to your side, you meet his gaze. You’re both sweating, and you feel decidedly un-sexy with his cooling cum leaking out of you. “What…what are you asking me?” You frown.

Jason tilts his head towards you. “It’s just…you know. What I was like before you uh…grew up.” His thoughts trail off, and his face creases with a frown as he tries to get through the next few words. “I just. I want to make sure…” A deep breath. Another heartbeat. “I can be rough, is all.” His expression softens, and guilt begins to seep in. You may live under this roof, but you aren’t like him. Not really. You were the soft one. The normal one. And that makes him feel equal amounts of pride and shame when he thinks about what you two have just done.

“Hey,” You recognize that shame, and you decide to put a stop to it before he overflows with it. “I may not spend my nights being tossed around by thugs anymore, but Gotham is rough. Our life is rough.”

Reaching out, you rest a hand over his heart, feeling the heat of him through his shirt. “But…being here…like this- with you? Being roughed up doesn’t have to suck.” Sitting up, you offer him a smile. “In fact, it felt so good I came twice. So. You know.”

Your answer is honest, and he can’t help but chuckle as he moves to sit up with you. His hand moves to caress the side of your face. You lean into his hand, and his gaze softens.

“You’re so different than you used to be.” His words come out in a whisper, and his thumb traces your jawline. “I want to keep you safe from this. But…I like this side of you. I like what I can bring out of you.”

“It’s been a long time, Jay.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. "A really long time."

You open them when you feel the way his lips brush against your forehead. They linger there for a heartbeat.

The moment is cut shot when you can hear the pneumatic hiss of the downstairs grandfather clock as it swings open, no doubt your adoptive dad home from patrol. “Shit. Dad’s home,” You whisper, and Jason grumbles as he leans against the headboard to catch his breath, watching you sit up. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”

“Dude, I just let you unload in me. I am the mood. So like, zip it.” You huff, fixing your underwear. Jason, despite his casually annoyed exterior, is lighter on his feet than you’ve ever seen him as he moves to get off of your bed. He’s sneaking out of here like his life depends on it, but he has the feeling it actually might.

“See you at breakfast, Jay!” You call a little too loudly, snickering at the way he tenses up in fear. He makes sure to flip you off right before he disappears past the doorframe, and you walk over and shut it.

Looking over to your desk, you see the screen of your phone is lit up, flooded with half an hours worth of texts and missed calls.

Guess you missed your date.

I ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man And if anybody could, I'm sure you can For a girl this young, naive, and miserable

#v.fic #batfam x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you

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daddysfangirls-dc · 16 days

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UnTamed Ch.13

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Damian sighed as he cracked the window slightly. Asta hadn't been to the manor or their apartment in several days. He was worried but not enough to go looking yet. He knew she was making plans and preparing to approach Red Hood's Gang. She had to ensure her people were ready before starting any communication with his people. And Robin popping up and wondering about it wouldn't help.

Although he wanted to see her, he needed to give her space to do her business. She gave him space without complaint whenever he needed/wanted for cases, business with the Titans or Justice League, or simply hanging out with Superboy. She never questioned his need for space, and he wouldn't question hers. He hoped her need for space would not last past tomorrow and she'd return to him.

The floor was cold. That's the first thing she noticed as she became conscious. It was hard and cold. Slowly opening her eyes, she finds that she is fortunate or, unfortunately, is still in the form of a black cat. Bad news, though, as she appeared to be in a cage with a blanket over it.

Not Good.

It was dark, but she could hear other animals, cats, and dogs, all whimpering and whining. Definitely not a safe place. She could feel all the distress and pain in the room. It was hard to focus with all the emotions overwhelming her. She didn't hear a door opening or someone approaching. It wasn't until the blanket was pulled away that she realized someone was there.

It was a boy. He looked like your average psycho-alpha radical virgin school shooter. She could smell the musk, sweat, and separation wafting from him. And feel the anger, frustration, and disgust coming from him. So powerful it weighed her down. If this were any other place, Gotham dude would definitely get an episode on deadline.

He picked up the cage and put it on the table. The table was light wood but had dark spots on it. In the middle, there was a short pole with a leash. She crawled to the back of the cage as he reached in, but it was useless. He got her, dragged her out, and leashed her. After leashing her, he stepped away and came back with a box. He dumped the content on the table tasers, knives, torches, wooden paddles, pipes, and etc.

Not good things, not good things at all.

Damian had just returned from his walk with Titus. Coming to the door, Titus began to sniff a nearby bush. "What is it, boy? " he looks into the bush to see a black cat, his black cat. " Asta?" he gently picks her up. Touching her fur, he feels wetness. He finds it to be blood. Without a word, he quickly rushed into the house and into the cave.

Damian came rushing into the cave, calling for medical help. Everyone dropped what they were doing and quickly followed him to the infirmary. Everyone was concerned, especially with the small trail of blood behind him.

"What happened? What's wrong? Let me see" Dick quickly came to his side, looking for wounds.

"I found her like this." The confusion was quickly cleared, and a sense of relief went through the family as he put down a black cat in the bed.

"Where did you find this one?" Tim asked, no longer feeling urgent.

"SHE!" Damian shouted. " It is a sheet, and she is bleeding out. Please, help her," he all but begged.

Alfred and Tim started pulling out the supplies quickly, an act of forgiveness on Tim's part. As they rushed about, Damian leaned over the cat. No one knew what he was doing until the cat started morphing into an actual person, specifically a nude girl. The concern turned in tenfolds. Alfred and Tim gathered more supplies and called Thompkins.

She was crying. Damina pushed on her largest wound, a large gash on her side. " Asta, Asta, I need you to tell me where else you're wounded. What else hurts?" he asked

" Can't breathe, can't walk, can't-can't... help," she cried, not fully able to express herself but giving enough to let them know that her leg was broken and something was wrong with her chest or lungs.

"Damian, let them work. Let them help her," Dick said as he helped move him away, letting Alfred and Tim work. Dr. Thomkpins would join when she got there. Asta reached for him as he was pulled away. Tim pulled the curtains. No one needs to see.

Duke handed Damian cold water as Dick put a blanket on him as he sat. " Who is she?" Bruce asked an irreverent question as everyone had a clue as to who she was. And insensitive as she was still in surgery, Dr. Thompkins had just arrived.

"I shall discourse with you all after her surgical procedure. I just ... After, please." Those big, fancy, intelligent words. Damian really wasn't down for any talking at the moment.

"I'm sorry we shouldn't have asked -"

"Damian -"

"We're sorry, and we won't ask any more questions" This time, Dick was facing Bruce. He was talking to Damian but being direct with Bruce. Everyone else also took a step back, giving Damian the space he needed at the moment. But Jason and Cass stayed close just in case.

"That's the girl," Steph said as she and Duke followed Dick upstairs. Duke was texting Barbara about the situation. She was spending the day with her dad and, therefore, was not present. " She's a meta"

" It appears so. It explains a lot, actually." Duke said, " He's always talking about a stray. Maybe she was the stray." Duke quickly connected all the dots.

"Enough," Dick says as they emerge upstairs " Right now, the three of us are going to set up a guest room for her when she's ready, and we will move her upstairs."

"You think B will let her-"

"Prepare a room for WHEN she comes upstairs." Duke and Steph looked at him.

"Yes, sir".

His eyes were on the curtains. He could hear them whispering but couldn't make out what they were saying. Despite that, he was relieved they no longer sounded urgent, meaning her condition was no longer dier. Still, she was not healed, and -Someone was touching him.

It's Jason.

He has a wet towel in his hand. He takes his hand slowly, whipping the blood away. He didn't realize. " She'll be fine. They know what they're doing," Jason says as he handles him gently. It was like he was slowly whipping away the pain. There was a dull ache, but the burning was gone. All that was left was ash and smoldering.

"She'll be okay."

He was a child again.

They were in an abandoned courtyard. It was in the deepest corner of the compound the brush had over grown and nature had reclaimed it. A baby bird in between them was green. He doesn't remember feeling this way. His Akhi picks up the baby bird, cradling it in his hands. There's a slight shake to them he doesn't comment on. Akhi doesn't say a word; he never spoke, but he knows if he did, he'd say

" She'll be okay".

Tim walks out. He stops, gives them a node, and keeps walking. Soon, Dr. Thompkins and Alfred follow, discarding their medical scrubs as they went. Bruce manifest from whatever shadow he hid in.

"What's the situation?"

"The inside was worse than the outside." Thompkins says as she discards her scrubs, " Besides the lacerations, punctures, cuts, and electric burns, she also had a couple of Hermatomas. A small tear in the spleen. Several punctures in the intestines and a collapsed lung... this girl has been through. Should I even ask what happened to her?"

"We aren't entirely sure ourselves," Bruce says, eyeing Damian, who is looking intensely at the other curtain.

Thompkins sighed. She knew better than to ask, " Right now, if nothing else happens, recovery time is 6 to 12 weeks. And that's just physically."

"Thank you," Damian says as he stands. " Thank you," he repeats as he walks past her to the open curtain where she lies. Behind his back, Dr.Thompkins pulled a vial of blood out of her pocket and moved to hand it in his hand. The look Bruce gave him would scare anyone else but Jason.

"you'll wait for them," he says. " This isn't the case. An enemy or suspect. This is his friend. You'll wait."

With that, he walked past Damian. Unbeknownst to him, Tim had taken his own sample.

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ti-girl1226 · 16 days

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New Beginnings - Ch 1 (re written)

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He puts his mask on, the red faceless mask stairs back at him in the mirror. He is now red hood not Jason, Jay, little wing, and definitely not robin that child died long ago. That child would have been sitting in his bed while his parents, or who he though were his parents, were fighting. That child would have gotten back from church earlier in the day and would have started praying for the shouting to stop. That child died after Batman didn’t save him, beaten and bloodied in the warehouse. Now he took that child’s place and became something that would scare the child he used to be. But he does it to protect and do what Batman couldn’t. So he straps in his gun into his holster and starts of his portal.

He moves thought the night shadows of crime ally as he moves, he takes down the usual suspects, robbers, thieves, criminals. People who don’t follow his rules. He checks the time it’s half past 12, and he hears his stomach growl. He sighs and sets his sight on the faded neon sigh of a diner, one that him and the child could agree was great. “Batburger” read the sign. He enters and hears an unfamiliar voice form the back, it is young in age and calls out “I’ll be right there.” He wondered who the new person was, he had been going here for a long time to the point that some know his regular. His thoughts are cut of when the person approaches there disheveled a bit seeming to have been cleaning up in the back. “Hello- oh.” The person is looking up at him eyes wide and for a moment he looks into there green eyes. They remind him of his past there eyes were vibrant. His time at ‘Eth Alth’eban was one he was both fond and not so fond about, yet there eyes remind him of his time there. He swears he sees a flash of neon green in there eyes. He stiffens for a moment, he is brought back to the rage of Ra’s al ghul the same green flash coming form the man’s eyes. He blinks and he is back in the restaurant and looking at the (y/c) haired person in front of him. There name tags reads “y/n” they seem to clock back in aswell. “Sorry I’m just a bit surprised, do you want your regular? They made sure to write it down so you don’t have to ask for it every time there’s a new person.” He just gives a nod and they go to the back to make his order. He shakes his thoughts trying to get rid of the person practical child behind the counter. He pays and leaves the restaurant and sits on a nearby rooftop eating his food before getting back to being a crime lord. He finds him self thinking of the child (yes he’s calling them a child they did t looka y older then he did when he was 14) at the wrong time though he gets a bullet grazing his shoulder. He shoots the man who shot him and with that he hear a voice that makes him cringe -he misses the voice he always will but won’t admit it-

“Little wing your hit!” God that nickname it -always- never made him happy it reminded him of the child. The blue acrobatic moved quickly to him “what happened you never get distracted like that”

“Nothing dick.” He says grumbling, sometimes he thinks if you didn’t know the relationship between the two you’d think dick was meant as an insult but it wasn’t it’s just the name the blue man goes by. “I’m fine I can patch it up myself.”

“No last time you did you got an Infection and you couldn’t even move your arm” The concern is clear and he knows there is no fighting it. So he begrudgingly moves back to the cave where one of his most favorite person is waiting for him, his arms crossed, an old wrinkled face is stoic, but if you knew the man you could tell he was upset, not enough to get a scolding but he is close.

“Master Jason, please sit” the gray haired man says motioning to the medical table next to him. He sits down and tries not to flinch as he starts getting patched up.

“Little wing please tell me what’s wrong? You don't just zone out like that.” Dick persisted as Jason sits there. A chair moves out and observes them as dick continues to try to pry the issues out of him. The tired teen sips his coffee and starts to pul, up a program, the screen lights up with heart beats, and other medical information. The teen clicks on the tab labeled “Jason.” And then “irregularities” he scans the screen and finds something that peaks his interest. He then moves to another tab opening “footage” and “Jason” yet again. He moves to the time stamp that the irregularity occurs. He stops the camera and locks onto the face of the same y/c person from before. The teen moves back his chair and his tired voice speaks up through the chaos of the argument that was occurring.

“Is it this?” Both men turn there head and Jason freezes once again, this time his eyes flash green, the pit. It causes the sleepy teen to stiffen and waken up. He mumbles and moves to scan the person and runs them through a database of faces. Then in bold letters flash across the screen

“Not recognized.” The room freezes. Jason speaks his voice coming behind the teen now.

“What the fuck Tim?” Tim doesn’t respond frozen before Jason says it again more stern “what the fuck is this Tim?”

Tim respondents a bit flabbergasted “they don’t exist. And there’s no record of them being born or anything, not until 3 months ago.”

“So what dose that mean exactly.” Says dick.

“It means they’ve either never been seen ever for the past how many years, which is impossible, there’s no way my system has access to everything every single database. Or they… appeared out of thin air, which-“ he is cut of by dick.

“Time travel or reality shifting.”

“Yes dick is right… we-we need to tell Bruce.” The three men all nod agreeing, tonight was there time to investigate. And as they start to in an apartment across the town of Gotham a person unlocks the door, you Walk into your apartment. The clock reads 2 am. And with a sigh you close the door and lock it. You put down your bag and kick of your shoes and grab a snack bar and unwrap it. Taking a bite and venturing further into your dark apartment and into your bed. You lay down and sigh before finishing your bar. As you drift onto sleep and the last thought that hits your mind as the anxiety eats away, is

“Fuck he probably was only weird because I was someone new. I really shouldn’t be concerned over something that is so stupid.” Oh how wrong you were.

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please let me know if y’all like what I did with the talking, idk if I fully like it or if it’s to distract.

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@rosecentury

#jason todd #dc batman #dc comics #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #fluff #batfamily x reader #batfamily #red hood #damian wayne #red robin #robin

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1donoow · 10 months

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DC REC

PT.2

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

batmom

batfam

batsis

bruce wayne

garfield logan

Jason todd

alfred pennyworth

batmom

@batfam-imagines - things batmom has definitely said

@dc-x-readers - open door policy (young justice x batmom)

@morgansunflower - sleep well my precious robin

- busted

@battymommastuff - injury

- hey mom (titan)

- that's my mom (amazonian!reader)

@timetravelassasin - mom us an assassin

@blackcupidangel - motherhood

@bluebellhairpin - video tapes

- what they call batmom

@kimberly-spirits13 - saving the day (scarlet witch!batmom)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - batmom cleaning jason up after his first time as robin

@xoxo-mylove - i hate that soothing voice(dick grayson)

- new beginnings (jason todd)

@dragon-chica - batmom

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batfam

@butwhyduh - ___

@riotlain - batboy's s/o giving small gifts to them

@kayadrake123 - batboys x famous reader

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batsis

@current-interest-writings - nicknames a family tradition

@alessabriel - y/n wayne!venom (male reader)

@detectivemarvelingcomics - not your classic vigilante ch.2

@kimberly-spirits13 - batsibling with black panther suit/ persona

@flying-nightwing - life lesson (never kidnap a wayne kid)

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bruce wayne

@catxsnow - let's have a baby

@ellabxrnes - hypnotist

@invisibleanonymousmonsters - trauma (daughter!reader)

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - lost,found and consequences (toddler!reader)

@dragon-chica - faithful couple

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garfield logan

@busylickingsatansballs - pretty kitty

@hobiiwan - ___

@gangrenados - ___

- morning hc

@wondergotham - Being Best Friends w/Conner & Gar

@multifandomimaginesworld - dating gar logan would include

@ghostdrafts - gar logan dating headcannon

@kioelo - time

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 - you have a connection

@gars-jasons-gf - relationship hc pt.2

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jason todd

@ghost-soap - ___

@nightwings-circus - husband-zoned

@iheartdoll - jason todd hc

@cipheress-to-k-pop - curls

@a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all - perfect

@veronica-17-hood - ___

@s1ater - daddy's girl pt.1 (batsis)

@katsumox - jason todd headcannon

@rekiilysm - adore you

@redhoodedangel - scars that last (scarlet witch!reader)

@book-place - a day with jay (sister!reader)

@thebisexualdogdad - jason todd dating roy harper's brother

@ellana-ravenwood - draw me like one of your french boy

- A baby in the family

@kaleidoscopewritings19 - halloween special (black widow!reader)

@yourlocalcringydaydreamer - jason with autistic reader

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - Jason resting his head on reader's ass

- jason seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time

- jason with baby fever

- jason todd being soft for his girlfriend

- jason loosing the reader in a store

- jason getting babied

- bruce disapproving of reader and jason's relationship until

- jason's reading glasses

- ___(gentle giant!jason)

>>>>>teddy!verse<<<<<

•teddy referring reader as mother for the first time •protective mama bear •dad!jason meeting his wife for the first time •bruce talking with teddy!verse reader •mother's day lunch •jason calling the reader ridiculous pet names

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alfred pennyworth

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - needing a cheer up (daughter!reader)

#masterlist #dc rec #batmom #batfam #batsis #bruce wayne x reader #garfield logan x reader #jason todd x reader #alfred pennyworth x reader

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thewriterowl · 3 months

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So, I'm exhausted and stressed and can't focus fully on writing fan fiction but seems ready to unleash creative spew on the SW-series we have gotten and how it could've been SO much better. I wanted to start with one, the one that seemed to have been the trigger of this weird ripple of poorly written series and see if I can unleash more for others (Not you Andor, you are perfection)

Book of Boba Fett

Scrap Din. Completely. Remove him. He doesn't even touch the show. Mentioned is acceptable, maybe even a sort of cameo where Fennec comes in to see Boba talking to him but hears nothing as they disconnect. Boba makes some note on what Djarin is doing as a way to express how much time has passed since the end of Season 2 of the Mandalorian. Maybe. But that's it.

Instead, there will be more memories opening up the episodes, even after Boba heals and is back to true form. For one, I think it would be beneficial to show a bit more young-Boba and show how angry and hateful and scared he was after Jango's death (let's get some re-makes of Clone War scenes) and how it shows his anger is consuming him. Show clips of him connected with Cad Bane and the dent in his helmet. Give little pieces to show how he went from that very angry and feral child to the rather composed man in Empire Strike's Back-Return of the Jedi to where he is now.

The tension of the politics are stretched out more. We will see Boba trying to actually take on a leadership role as Daimo but has the urge to be like he was before. And it's only when he starts allowing more of his self out does the good leader really blossom (ie. his brilliance of having the dinner above the supposed empty cage). He can even have conversations with Fennec of, "I was reckless and stupid with my anger before. And I got a face full of a scars and a head with less hair because of it." With her, ever the snarky wise one, going, "Being angry doesn't mean you be stupid."

Street kids are good, but not with the motorbikes. I feel they should've been more like the one character Kenobi met (his daughter in real life) who was telling him to get high and forget his problems--it's easier that way. They felt too punk and it was out of place for this planet at this time. They steal, maybe Robin Hood things here and there but are mostly out for their own group and themselves; exactly how Boba and Fennec were just a short time ago. Fennec could even connect to that girl and scoff in memory, "You're tough...I met a kid just like you on a job before" and now we have the presences of Omega within this series and how important she is here and not just in a singular location and can give audience the hope Omega and Boba will one day meet (season 3 of Bad Batch sorta helping confirm or deny this). While Boba is able to connect and warn them to not be like him and let their anger and hatred fool them into trusting arrogance. maybe someone makes a point, or maybe Boba realizes it himself, but this sounds very Jedi-esque and that haunts him.

Boba spent so many years hating the Jedi (mainly Mace) so having these moments of maturity would make him pause. It would end, of course, with him denouncing the belief because he is Mandalorian, like his father before him, and not everything is about the Jedi, because he fully believes in revenge and anger just not like how he used to. Now, he controls it. It doesn't control him. And he can let his hate for the Jedi finally go (ghost Mace, who was probably watching him the whole time is so relieved and lets the man go as well; not in the show but just in my heart).

The Tribe is not dead and, instead, at least a few survived (ie the child and the warrior and a few others; we did not get that incredible train scene for them to be all killed off camera) and we see Boba, who is dealing with the trauma of everything in his life, have a moment where he breaks down and apologizes to them (maybe not anything specific; maybe not really to them but to his younger self who never had a chance) seeing this as his fault. They forgive him, cause he needs forgiveness in some way, and offer him a home within their smaller tribe but he isn't ready for that and they accept it. Now, they are the ones who return to him and assist him in the final battle. This will also lead up to where it comes full circle for him. He will offer them a place within the city but they do not accept (they are a colonized people after all; I do not see them wanting to be within that city) and instead are welcomed to his territory as a home-base to return to should they ever wish and they part on good terms and promises of seeing each other again. It would end with Boba watching them leave into the setting suns, feeling longing but also a sensation of peace that they were going where they should go and he was where he was needed. So, he turns from them as they disappear into the melting suns and grunts out, "Just a simple man who made his way in the universe." And FIN.

We can keep a lot of the other craziness--he has his Rancor (i love this part of the story), he deals with corrupt politicians, Peli meets her next boy-toy cause Din (name cameo) suggested her for Boba's use, Black Krrsantan is in the picture, Cad Bane is the big bad who shoots down Vanth (and that final end scene is still there), and so many other ridiculous parts! They could all connect and make sense!

And there can be this theme that is trying to beat Boba over the head about anger. Because we have seen anger so much through the eyes of Jedi--this can really be a new type of accepting and letting things go. More akin to the anger we see constantly simmering and boiling over in Andor but in a more personal way and showing that it doesn't need to be snuffed out but honed (controlled). It can be why Boba seems so mild at times, it's because he is learning about who he is to be, but then is able to show us the (fan) Boba that was so popular is still there--he's just someone who is trying to fill a role he thinks he has to completely change for.

#star wars #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #boba fett #writing #my own little vent cause this show deserved better #and it could've been better with some changes and nO DIN

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Ch 13 - Go back to sleep

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A/N: Hey guys, here’s one more chapter. Unfortunately this one is not revised too, so like always, possibly at the time of the translation some grammatical error may have happened. I apologize in advance. I hope you like it. ❤️

Here is a teaser of the chapter.

There was a time when the people defended Pablo. And that Pablo used the people in his favor. They called him Robin Hood. Well... After he blew up children. The people decided to change their mind.

The bomb had shocked even its most loyal followers. People saw Pablo in a different way now.

Los Pepes placed ads in all the newspapers.

"Entrega a Pablo, o muere."

Blackie went to visit the hotel where Pablo's family was being kept safe by the federal police, at Pablo's request. Big mistake.

Do you know when you start to lose, and you have the feeling that you will lose forever? I bet Pablo was feeling that way now.

You received a fax from Bogotá. And it almost fell back. Unable to hide your excitement.

You ran to the table of his two beloved agents.

"Get ready, let's go to Bogotá"

Peña and Murphy looked at each other. And they didn't move a muscle.

"Move!"

"I take a risk, asking: why?" Murphy said mocking.

You close your eyes.

"They arrested Nelson Hernandez"

You turned around walking, thinking they were following you. But they remained seated.

"Jesus!" You were incredulous.

"What the fuck is Nelson Hernandez?" Murphy asked. Holding back not to laugh "do you know Nelson Hernandez?" He asked Peña.

Javier arched his lips. And he shook his head.

You walked to their desk. You leaned your arms to lean over them.

“What about…" you pretended to think by taking a break "Blackie?"

Javier's eyes stared, staring at his partner in front of you, Murphy straightened up in the chair.

"No way" he said.

You threw the fax paper on their desk.

"I'm waiting for your good will"

Now they walked almost like your shadow behind you.

It was good news for you. Bad news for Pablo. And it was just getting started.

Pablo also lost Miami to the Cali Cartel and they didn't even have to pull the trigger. After negotiating with the sicario responsible for the administration of Pablo's trafficking and fortune in Miami, after being introduced to everyone who needed it. They ended up with him. And with Pablo's money. They hit Escobar.

There were still buzzes about Pablo's possible surrender. But you worked ignoring what the politicians were doing in the backstage for possible re-elections.

***

You took the first flight to Bogotá.

You and Javier were like this, breathing the same oxygen. But pretending you weren't on the same planet. By the way, you were pretending. Because Javier might not talk to you. But he orbited over you.

What before you didn't see with him avoiding you. Now he made a point of being seen. To remind you. Remember that he was there. And if you wanted to, he would be even more.

The distance you were trying to impose was imaginary. Javier was on the same square meter as you. Torturing you. Looking at you as if you were the only thing he needed to see. It was painful, both for you and for him.

It was visible his regret at having agreed to continue with this partnership with Don Berna and Los Pepes. And as much as he tried to convince himself that he did it just to protect you, he knew he was lying to himself. After Carrillo's death, he would do anything if it left him close to capturing Escobar, involving your safety or not.

And you knew that. You knew that Javier's character was doubtful. Did you know he would use illegal means if he had the chance. How many times has he tried to deceive you in every possible way to be one step ahead of the bureaucracy.

How many times after you started this crazy way of getting involved he pretended not to see you. Totally ignoring your presence. Focused on work enough, being selfish enough to go over you if necessary. Playing with your feelings, being stupid with you to keep your distance from him, in the moments you needed the most.

Or, better... How many times during that time that you were away, you saw him with some other woman in the department. You saw an exchange of glances. You even saw someone leaving some room while fixing the lipstick in her mouth, and fixing the skirt, and a few moments later, Javier left the same room. The lid overflowed when one night, you returned to the department and saw with your own eyes Javier kissing the blonde girl from the policing department. Jesus... throwing your heart to the dogs was healthier than that.

That's how Javier worried, and said he cared about you. Getting involved with other women in front of you, as if you were hollow inside, without feelings like him. Or, working for those guys who had already kidnapped you.

It was frustrating. Fucking painful. Your chest hurt every time you had to witness scenes like this. Your brain was combusting. Your thought gave a knot. Javier was like that, he was always like that. He wouldn't change. He didn't care about anything or anyone. And he knew. He knew you were there, even though pretending not, you was waiting for him. So stupid.

Your intelligence and morals were fighting with your emotional. Your body was struggling with your brain. And you were always knocked out. The only thing that left you outside Javier Peña's limits was work, which kept your emotional and mental busy enough.

On the flight to Bogotá, Javier and Steve were sitting facing each other. And you sitting next to Steve, which meant that Javier was looking directly at you, as if his life depended on it.

You frantically moved the papers as if your life depended on it. Feeling Peña's eyes on you, struggling not to imagine what was going on in his head. Every time you walked away from him it seemed like you were more closer. And every time you tried to forget it, you remembered even more.

You was fucked.

Peña and Murphy entered the testimonial room, you stood behind the glass, watching.

"You can't do shit to me"

Javier smiled. One of the few times you've seen this genuine image. That's what he loved to do, cause terror in people, specifically criminals. Sometimes on you. But more in criminals.

"El Greiff me ofreció amnistía"

"Es verdad," Javier confirmed.

It was another kind of torture to hear Javier talk in Spanish. The accent. The tone of voice.

You slapped it on the forehead, to get back to focusing on what you should.

Javier continued.

"Pero para eso necesitas hablar"

Javier kept instigating Blackie, while you were looking for more information in the files and records so that you could give the agents some exchange currency. Something that pressured Blackie.

And you did it.

You knocked on the door. Javier left. He was the one who was interrogating Blackie because he spoke Spanish and Murphy not so well. But you hoped it was Murphy who had opened the door.

"I found out something"

Javier nodded. You didn't look at him. Just for the papers. Seeing only Javier's biceps almost blowing up his shirt, with his arms crossed in front of his body.

"The expertise has arrived. They found gunpowder in Blackie's hands and jacket. It was him. He who implanted the bombs"

You handed him the papers. Javier analyzed the information.

It was amazing how Javier admired you. Nothing was beaten by you. He and Murphy would never have thought of anything like that. They were much more objective. You were a detailer. He loved your details.

Like today, you were wearing a black dress that he could perfectly tear from your body right now, pressing you against the wall, while kissing your soft and warm mouth.

You stayed long enough in each other's presence.

"Do you want to tell him?" Javier asks.

You pull the air through your mouth, hesitantly.

"Nop" you whispered, turning your heels to the opposite side of Javier, towards your place in the living room, behind the glass.

"Thank you" he said long, watching you walk.

You waved your hand without looking at him.

Javier returned to the interrogation room.

"Blackie, Blackie, Blackie..." Javier sat in front of the sicario "found explosives debris in your hands, in your jacket, everywhere..."

There was a tangible silence in the room.

"They're going to blame you for the death of all those people. Of all those kids. Don't let them blame you, help us, we can help you too"

Blackie was distressed.

"Entregar a Pablo"

He shook his head, whining.

"De ninguna manera, no puedo entregar a Pablo" he was pressured, panting, afraid "No voy a entregar al patrón por nada"

Javier advanced in his direction, speaking like a growl.

"Then give us something else. Something big. Something worth it"

"Voy a entregar..." he hesitated "Voy a entregar La Quica"

That was it. La Quica was Pablo's right-hand man. If you were with him, you could have access to a lot of things.

The way back to Medellin was in the same style as the trip. Javier staring at you, as if he desperately needed you to give just one sign. Let you waver for a second.

You put your hands on your face. The fingers massaging the temples. Tired. It was exhausting walking on eggs. Exhausting. Especially when you wanted the eggs to break, and smear you.

Even more now, you were desperate for them to capture Pablo, and forget anything they could use against you and Javier Peña.

"Are you tired?" Javier murmured.

Murphy was in doubt if Javier was talking to him or to you.

You looked at him.

"Nop"

"So you're worried?"

You bite your lips.

"No. I'm fine, thank you."

A climate has set in. Murphy wanted to throw himself off the plane if it was possible, but instead, he decided to relax.

"You did an excellent job today"

You stared at him.

"You always do" he added.

Javier smiled.

"Thank you, Agent Murphy"

When you arrived in Medellin, you explained to the agents a new means of intercepting calls, which you were preparing together with Edward, which maybe they could finally implement today, since you were in possession of Blackie's phone. And you could use it to track La Quica along with the help of Centra Spike.

But instead of flying over Medellin, the van with the radio signal capture apparatus, would walk the streets of the region that Centra Spike tracked.

"So, we have to drive around Medellin, and hope it works out?" Colonel Martinez was a little skeptical.

"What do you suggest? It's our best chance. She's right, it's a good idea" Javier defended you.

"And do we have to hope La Quica uses the phone?"

"He's going to use it, because we're going to call him from Blackie's phone" Javier was more incisive.

"Ok. And who can show up when we find him?"

That was an excellent question.

Javier looked at you. And he shrugged the Colonel.

"Only us"

"Ok. Trujillo, prepare the emergency team. You need to be ready when we receive the signal"

"Yes, Mr. Colonel"

You caught Javier staring at Trujillo suspiciously. And then following him to the men's bathroom.

It's him. You heard, who the other informant was. Trujillo. Would he be able to kill you if he had the opportunity? You wouldn't know how to answer.

Javier went to make sure that this time, Trujillo did not pass any information to Los Pepes. That had to be just between them.

"You did a good job with Blackie"

"I need to know if you called anyone" Peña asked.

Trujillo shook his head.

"I just want to get this Escobar son of a bitch, it's the only thing I want, and end it once and for all"

Peña nodded.

"I know, but not with them"

In all the years of work, you were always so focused that there was no space for anything else. But when there was, well, it worked out.

But now, you could say that you had made a friend. Edward was a very polite and kind man, very intelligent, spoke Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and was very respectful. You were always together, since the eavesdropping was your responsibility, and you spent much of the time in his room, to collect the information and send it to Bogotá.

On any given day, you talked friendly, he realized that you were overwhelmed, and took the liberty of inviting you for a drink. As friends. And it was really like friends, he was deeply interested in a policewoman. So, you accepted.

You were finishing organizing and checking all the strategies of the next operation involving La Quica. Passing on the information and checking the data, so that everything went as it should. Just your table with the light illuminating the entire sector, in silence, alone, as always.

You checked the requests and requirements at least 5 times. You organized the paperwork. And leaned over the table. Running your hand over your face while sighing heavily. Overloaded. Edward's invitation fell at a good time. He should already be in the marked place, you were just creating courage and building your sociability, to find him.

"Are you okay?"

You jumped on the chair. Javier leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"Jesus, you need to stop doing this..." your hands checked your heartbeat.

Javier smiled.

"Sorry"

You shook your head, and raised your hand to him, as a sign of peace.

You reached the lamp on your table, turning off the light, and looking at it.

"Do you need something? I was already going..."

"No" he leaned away from the wall to come towards of you, laying his eyes on your clothes "Actually I thought, I won't be able to sleep, so, if you're here yet, probably not either, I thought, if you wouldn't like to have a drink"

"I already have an appointment, so…" you cut it.

Javier frowned, paralyzed. Studying you.

"A date?" His voice has changed. And he ran his eyes through your body. Looking at you from top to bottom.

Well, it wasn't a "date" but he didn't need to know that. Right?

"Yes" you put your things together, putting them in the bag in front of you, in a desperate attempt not to have to look at Javier.

"With who?" Javier walked towards you "you don't know anyone from this department"

"Actually, I know everyone"

"Yeah, but..."

"What? Am I not pretty enough for someone to ask me out?"

"You are. God! You are… But you are very busy working all the time"

Your body has stiffened. You weren't very good at lying. Even more about this, for a federal agent, for Javier Peña. You just shook your head.

"Is it here from the base? Do I know him? It’s an officer?" Javier was already in front of your desk, he seemed nervous.

You took a deep breath.

"So many questions, but unfortunately none of the answers are your business" you put your bag on your shoulder.

Javier smiled maliciously.

"It's a lie"

You frowned.

"Why?" You looked at yourself "is there anything wrong with me?"

Javier breaks his smile. Looking at you seriously.

You were a beautiful woman. But it was his beautiful woman.

"That's not what I said"

You went around the table passing by him.

"Well, then, good night, I'm late"

He took a long step, holding your arm, the distance from you was minimal now. Javier's colony flooded your senses. You looked at him, ready to fight.

"I told you that you are not safe outside the base"

"He can protect me"

"So he's an officer? Look... these guys are not..."

"Javier, do you want to let me go?"

"You can't trust anyone"

"Yeah, like how I trusted you? I understood Javier, I learned the lesson, trust me"

Javier locked his jaw.

"Don't do this to me" Javier's eyes were in such an honest supplication, his breath panting, "please" he whispered. The eyes going down to your mouth.

"Do what?" You looked at where he was holding you, Javier was slowly releasing the grip.

He tilted his head. The dark eyes on you.

"He won't be as good for you as I am"

You pull the air simulating a shortness of breath.

"What is it?" Javier holds your arms worried.

“I can’t breathe, there’s no room in your ego”

Javier makes a face for you discredited.

"Right, I have to go, good night, Agent Peña"

And you left. Javier kept looking at you. The fists closed next to the body. He was being taken by a kind of feeling that he doesn't know how to describe. His blood could have the same temperature as a volcanic lava.

When Javier realized, he was following you. At first he just wanted to know where you were. In the second moment he just wanted to make sure you were safe. Now he just wants to know who are the guy.

You entered the pub, looking for your friend. It was full of people. Music. Noise of conversations, laughter. People dancing. There was a world, a life going on, outside the base of that battalion. How dull life was between four walls.

You saw Edward, sitting on the bar counter, he waved to you. You walked to him.

"Hey! I thought you wouldn't come," he hugged you, smiling.

You returned the hug.

"I would never refuse the opportunity to drink to get away from work, but get here and only speak about work"

He laughed.

"Okay, stay here, I'll go to the barman to get us a drink, I think it will be faster, are you okay alone?"

"Yes, of course, take your time" you smiled.

You don't know exactly how long you've been waiting, but you may think it hadn't been 5 minutes since Edward had gotten into the middle of people.

"Edward? Really?" Peña's voice on your back made you shiver.

You turned to him. His eyes were dark as if he were about to explode.

"What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"

"Are you very stupid, acting like that, leaving the battalion, putting yourself at risk, because of this guy? Edward?"

You frowned.

"Did you come here to have a crisis of jealousy?"

Was Javier at least listening to you? Probably not.

"How long have you been going out? What does he have? Have you ever had sex?"

Javier's words hit you like a punch. Your lips separated in shock.

"Javier" you said.

"Is he better than me? He knows you like to be fucked..."

You slapped Javier in the face.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up. First of all, he respects me! Something you never did. Secondly, you have no right to come here and tell me absolutely nothing, when you fuck every single woman who looks at you inside that department, in front of me, I have to see you fuck each of the women who work in that place, and now do you think you have the right to come here and treat me like a bitch?"

Javier keeps looking at you stunned, taken by an anger you've never seen.

"You are a liar, you looked into my eyes and said that I meant something to you, I now understood the meaning, property..."

"Hey! Javier, what's up man, I didn't expect to meet you here" Edward is between the two of you now, serving you a shot of whiskey, you reach "thank you for keeping my girl safe" he winks at you.

You could swear that Javier would break Edward's happy face at any time.

You turn your whiskey glass at once.

"Wow, that's strong, you know that, right?" Edward speaks after seeing you turn the glass.

You smile forced. Feeling the burning of the drink in your throat, falling and spreading through your stomach.

"Yeah, too bad he's already leaving, it's not really Peña" you say.

"Really? Why don't you..."

Javier turns his back on you and just walks around in the middle of people.

Edward looks at you confused.

"Is he always temperamental like that? Strange guy..." you talk and turn to sit on the bench next to the counter.

You had some drinks. But not enough to get drunk. Anyway, it was a quiet thing. Fun. You were just friends. Good friends.

And when you were silent, looking at nothing, Edward asked about Javier, he wanted to emphasize how much Javier was involved in your searches when you were kidnapped, but you didn't talk.

So you went back to the base. Each one for their own accommodation.

You were light. And maybe a little drunk. But nothing serious. It was good to have left, and saw a world going on outside, all you did was hunt Pablo Escobar. It was good to know that there was still something else.

You were taking off your shoes when you heard someone knocking on your door. You ran, you thought it could be Edward, which was strange, but who knows.

You opened a shot in the door.

It was Javier.

You were going to close immediately. But he pushed the door, making you go back, while he entered your room.

"What are you doing?" You asked scared or horrified, whatever.

Javier walked through your room, opening the bathroom door, as if looking for something.

"Is he here? Where is he?"

"He who?"

"Edward!" He screamed.

You were paralyzed looking at him. Skeptic. You passed your hands through your face.

"You get out, Javier."

Javier seemed out of his mind. The breath gasping. He fixed his hair.

Your eyes began to water, your chest hurt, your breathing was panting too.

"Don't do this to me" Javier murmured, again, as if it were a last request, "please, I can't lose you"

"Lose me? Javier..." you shake your head in disbelief.

"You're leaving here, you're the easiest target in Medellin, for God's sake, you can't risk it that way, you're important to me"

"Jesus, you don't get tired. You're a lying machine. You make me sick Javier, you make me feel miserable..."

"How can you say that?"

"Where should I start? Well, let's finish with the latest, I'll save our time. Are you coming here, telling me you care about me?! How? How do you care about me? Because I don't see you caring about me. Your mouth says one thing and your attitudes say something completely different..."

"Please..."

"You tell me that, while you're fucking half the department. You don't care about me. You care about yourself. You're only here because you thought you could lose me. Because while I'm sitting behind my desk, you don't give a damn about me. Mainly, and when I can watch you leave rooms with lipstick marks on your face. You won't let me heal from you. You always hurt me, again and again... Yeah, so please Peña, get out of my way"

He walked quietly slowly to you, staring at you.

You put your hand on his chest to establish a distance. He held your fist.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

You snorted a smile.

"I'm tired of this Javier, I'm losing my mind..."

You felt his heart beating hard in your hand.

"Please Javi..." you shook your head.

He let go of your fist, and leaned one of his hands on the back of your neck, bringing you to his chest, snuggling you in a gentle hug, his nose on the top of your head.

"This is the fucking hell... it's..." you sighed" "so hard" your voice was a sigh.

Your face stuck to the warmth of his chest. Your cold stomach, floating like butterflies. His hands caressing the back of your neck.

"I know cariño, I know..." his lips brushed the skin of your forehead, you felt his hot breath "it's torturous to see you and not having you, I just know how to want you" he kissed the top of your head "I don't know what you did to me"

"Stop lying to me," you murmured.

"I'm not lying, these other women... are nothing to me. It's for you that I'm here now, don't you realize?"

"You have a horrible way of saying things..."

You two were panting. Your eyes closed. The two drowned in the smell of each other. Javier was a sea and you were shipwrecked.

Javier kissed your temple, his fingers intertwined in your hair. The hand on your spine.

"Just, let me..." he pulled the air "let me love you"

You frowned all over your face. In pain. As if someone stuck a knife in your heart.

What was he talking about?

"Javi" you swallowed in dry "you're completely insane, that's not love, that's not going to work, we need to focus on something else, we can't solve everything with sex, when we're needy..."

He smiles softly.

"We don't need to fucked"

You walk away looking at him.

"You are a liar"

"That would be a waste, because we are really very good at it, but I can just keep you that way..." he pulled you for a hug again.

You shook your head, smiling.

"We are not good for each other"

"Just for tonight, I promise, I'll behave, you calm me down and I really need it," he hesitated, "I need you"

He tilted his head, studying your eyes.

You move away from it, enough so that your bodies are far from each other, to clear your mind. Crossing your arms around you.

"I'm tired Javi, I'm always available for you, I always end up giving in..."

"It's not a problem to do what you want, I'm the idiot of the story"

"I'm not like that, I don't know how to spend the night with someone and then pretend that nothing happened, we should never have started this in the first place..."

"We're just not together because you didn't want to"

"Yeah, because you fucked everything . You omitted information from me, started working for the guy who kidnapped me, got involved with me knowing that your shit would slip on me, you have sex with any woman who breathes next to you..." you put your hands on your face, tilting your head back "and then, what do you want me to think? That you like me?"

Javier had one hand on his waist and the other on his face, running his fingers over his eyes. He was silent. Without looking at you. You were right. He knew it. But the desire for you was something he couldn't avoid. Javier wanted you. He tried to stay away, but you know him, he does everything wrong.

"When this started I didn't think that..."

"Yeah, you don't think Javier, you only think about yourself, it's always been like that"

He advanced to you. Holding the side of your arms firmly. Leaning to stay at eye level.

"You're right, I know you are. I fuck everything up. But who would have imagined that I would feel this way about you? How would I imagine that you were not just a wish that I would have momentarily? This is new to me, okay? I've never felt like this before with anyone. Do you understand? I don't know what to do..." Javier was serious and in a tone below what he used to talk to you, bordering on nervousness, as if he were telling you a secret. "Do you want me to stop going out with these women? I'm stoping. But you'll have to break up with Edward."

You laughed.

"What?" Javier asked. Studying your eyes.

"Nothing"

"I'm serious, I don't know what to do when it's something related to you, you're different, I feel different next to you, but you didn't want me, and I understand, I really understand, but..."

Your heartbeat started to become irregular.

He continued.

"I'm exactly what everyone says, but with you I'm a different guy, you make me different, I want to be different to you. I won't let you just go out there to meet another guy when it was with me that you should be" his handshake was stronger now.

You needed time to process Javier's words. But he didn't give you a moment of breath. Your breathing was panting. Javier so close to you, looking like there was nothing else but you.

Javier snaked through your jaw reaching your ear. You leaned your head against his shoulder.

That was a disease.

"No one will touch you like me" he whispered, your body shivered with the hoarse and hot voice in your ear "No one will hold your body while you are in another dimension with me inside you" you breathed through your mouth, closing your eyes, Javier went down to your neck, his hands going down your back pulling you to his body, "Even an idiot like me knows that this is not on the first corner..."

Your arms going up rolled to his shoulder, your hands intertwined in his hair.

"Let me stay here tonight, we don't need to do anything if you don't want to" Javier moved your hair away from your shoulder "I just want to be with you"

"You are very persistent Agent Peña" you murmured on the skin of his cheek, your lips on his skin.

"Only with you"

So that was it. Once again you were giving in to Javier Peña. Difficult, isn't it?

If you were in hell, why not hug the owner of the establishment?!

Javier was watching your room while you took a shower, the photo with your father on the bedside table, your books on political science, sociology, and fiction.

Javier heard the bathroom door open and turned to see you, you were wearing a white sweater, the fabric falling slightly down your breasts, the nipples stiffened by the change in temperature, going down your waist and hip, stopping a little below the curve of your ass. How he wanted to be the satin of your sweater. Javier's cock twisted inside his jeans.

"You're beautiful" he said.

You dried your hair on the towel. You smiled. It was like the sky. You were so soft under his touch. The way you looked at him, how you moaned at him. How you approached him. He would easily border on obsession. He should have said no the first time. But how? You were something he always wanted. Unreachable. And the first time he had the opportunity, he could never say no to your sweet lips in front of him.

You walked to the bed, pulling the sheet.

"Come here" you whispered as you crawled on the bed.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" He asked, kneeling behind you "you know that if you want, just ask"

You smile and roll your eyes, as you sit on your heels, unbuttoning his shirt. Undoing the belt.

Every touch of your fingers on Javier's skin sends a hot shock to his body. The desire making him dizzy. He was already hard.

"This is going to be more difficult than I even imagined" he murmured, his eyes loving you. Your hair falling on your shoulders.

You seemed to have fun. Your hands sliding the fabric of his shirt through his arms. Then you pulled his hand so that he would lie on the pillows.

Javier ran his arm behind your neck, fixing your hair with his hands. You laid your head on his chest. The leg on his thigh. His hand stuck your knee on him. Your hands caressed his belly gently.

"I like it," he kissed your forehead.

Javier ran his fingers through your hair.

"Mhmm"

You stayed like this for a while, he caressed your leg over him, passing his fingers gently to where the fabric of your clothes covered your skin. You fell asleep like that.

Javier woke up at dawn with you turning your back on him, fitting your ass over his jeans.

Javier's hand went down your abdomen, his lips reaching your ear.

"Cariño?" He said softly "Cariño, are you awake?" He pulled your hair, kissing your shoulder.

"Mhmmm" you twisted in it. Awakening with his voice sending chills down your spine to your feet. Half asleep, half awake.

Your legs squeezed each other looking for a friction, still not knowing if he was dreaming or if he was awake.

Javier felt you press against him, your legs squeezing.

"Do you need help?"

Javier's hands go up your breast, running his fingers through your nipple. The palm of his hand covering your breast, he feels your heart beating, proof that he was not dreaming. You moan.

You throw your head back by touching his chest.

"Javi" your hoarse voice of sleep, needy.

Javi lowered his hand down your waist, lifting the hem of your sweater by your hip. He makes the contour of your ass, pulling you closer to him.

Your hand goes up his face, holding the back of his neck, while he kisses your shoulder.

Javi's hand traveled slowly through your body, absorbing the sensation of your skin, of your body in it, under the touch of his hands. Your skin is as soft as the skin of your sweater. The face sunk into your neck getting drunk with your smell.

You started moving your body in his, Javi was hard, moaned in your ear when you pressed yourself on him. Your had already woken you up like this before, but now it was different. He was calm, long, patient, wanting to take advantage of the moment.

Javier's fingers plunged into your panties, you folded your leg up, so that he had access to you, he smiled softly at your neck.

Javier hadn't even touched your right clit, and you were already shaking in his hand.

"You're sensitive" your pussy squeezing around nothing, needy, longing for him, Javier pressed his finger on your nerves moving in circles "keet your leg like this for me, that's all you need to do, babe"

With his treatment on your clit, you arched your back on his chest, causing you to be more pressed against his cock, while sliding his fingers on you. Going down to your entrance, circling, and returning to your clitoris. You chased his hand.

You moaned, your mouth opening, your breathing failing, your face frowning with pleasure.

It didn't take long for you to whine his name while your body trembled shocks of pleasure over Javi's hand.

"Feeling better, cariño?" He kisses your shoulder, running his lips through your naked shoulder.

You nodded.

Your hands were groping Javi's pants to take the jeans off his body. But he held your wrist. Staking your lips.

"No need babe, it's just for you" he pulls your hand, kissing your fingers "go back to sleep..."

"No, but..."

Javier winds you around his arms, pulling you closer to him, if that was possible.

"It’s okay babe, go back to sleep..." he runs his fingers through your hair.

You were too numb and sleepy to argue.

You fall asleep.

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