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(1) did the nerves break the skin?

⇒nightwing x med student!reader

synopsis: a med student and a vigilante meet in the worst way at the worst time.

warnings: mentions of injuries

genre: angst-ish? first meetings

word count: 889

a/n: starting off the “all my affection” series with how they met!! also it’s a little rough :,,,) i need to get back into the practice of world building and writing organic interactions between characters !

ALSO!! there will be uhh, many medical inaccuracies, i’m an art student so my only info is from trashy TV dramas that involve a lot of medical misconduct…

COMMENTS AND ASKS ARE APPRECIATED UEUEUEUE

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Gotham might have been the best and worst choice when deciding where to study as a med student. With the amount of… creative criminal activity, you were sure to learn a lot from working in the ER.

However, the lack of safety and constant attacks truly made you reconsider the pros of your location.

Such as now, where you were currently caught between a minor explosion of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. A group of civilians losing their minds outside of a BatBurger chain as they’re writhing on the floor, and a line of injured people waiting for paramedics. Maybe you could watch from the sidelines after you give some assistance?

“Let me help! I’m a nurse- kind of…” You pushed your way past the onlookers as you threw your bag off your shoulder and pulled out a small kit, nothing extensive, but gauze and bandages that’ll help tide things over until the professionals arrive.

You slowly worked your way through the injured civilians, gently prying information out of them and comforting them through their shock, as you worked with your limited supplies and 2nd year nursing knowledge.

From what you had gathered, a group of thieves - affiliated with Scarecrow, tried mugging the burger joint, the inside filled with gas and being in over their heads, the thieves couldn’t take on all the disturbed customers.

Everyone had flooded into the streets by breaking through the building and passerbys were caught in the crossfire of fear induced rages. You figured as much anyways, piecing it together when you turned the corner and saw the busted windows and door from the restaurant, the cuts and scrapes littered all over the infected people, and eventually the comments from the victims you were helping.

“Well, it looks like I’m a little late to the party.” A deep voice, followed by a chuckle, came from behind you. You took a quick glance, surprised to see Nightwing, a battered up version, standing a few steps away, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Sorry, you didn’t miss out on much.” You finished fixing the gauze on the last civilian, patting their shoulder as you stood up from your crouched position. “I’ll give you a shout the next time I see a toxin induced psychosis breakout.”

He let out a puff of air at your sarcasm, head tilting as he sized you up. “You’re funny. How’d you work through the injured group so quickly?” Using his chin to point at the group behind you.

You looked back at the group, not quite small but definitely not big enough to take you longer than a few minutes.

“What? Aside from knowing basic first-aid skills? Guess I’m good at wrapping an arm and slapping a band-aid on a scrape.” You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from showing the vigilante anymore attitude.

You moved to grab your bag, you’d done all you can to help and the rest would be left to the cops and EMT’s.

With a strange guilt brewing in your stomach, probably at your less than personable attitude, you sighed and dropped your bag again. “Let me fix you up.” You pointed to your lip and necks mirroring the spots where he had bruising and blood drying.

“Hah, you don’t need to do that, I’m fine.” He shook his head, but you were already fishing out a wet wipe and another bandage.

“Sit.” Your tone was firm, your head signalling for him to sit on the curb, and with how your hard gaze set on him, Nightwing knew there was no point in fighting back.

He took a seat on the curb, wincing - probably from an ache in his muscles, something he could deal with in his own time. You were here to clean up the cuts and get out.

With a gentle hand you began dabbing the blood away, humming softly as you worked the red stains off his face.

“Oh uh, just letting you know, a group of Scarecrow’s goons, or whatever, did this. Tried to rob the place, couldn’t fight back, toxin infected civilians flooded out into the street, they ran down the street. Just- uh, just thought it’d be important, or something.”

“Huh, thanks. I’ll keep a look out for them.” He gave a quick nod. You placed the bandage on his neck, repeating the pat you had given the other civilian earlier, before pushing yourself up into a stand.

“This is probably stupid, and totally not necessary, but if you need patching up again, my uh, my apartment building is two blocks down, it’s the one with the bright blue door, if you ever need… patching up, I’m on the top floor.” Your words died off into a mumble, cheeks and ears feeling warm as you felt the embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Why would you tell him that??

Nightwing’s lips curled, hands moving to rest on his hips after he joined you in standing up. “Are you flirting right now? Sounds like you wanna see me again or something.” He shrugs.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, embarrassment finally hitting you at full force, you weren’t flirting, he just had a strangely trustworthy aura to him.

“Whatever.” You didn’t stick around to hear his answer, it was time to head home, even if you were a little curious about how to treat the Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

You’ll hear about it during your next lecture anyways. Probably.

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streetwise - masterlist

⇒ red hood x wannabe vigilante!reader

1. in over my head. (coming soon)

you’re just trying your best! you’ll figure out how to be intimidating eventually…

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all my affection - masterlist

⇒ nightwing x med student!reader

1. did the nerves break the skin?

Your first meeting with Nightwing, should you really be telling him where you live?

2. wave me in from off the street.

[0107nw]

(1) did the nerves break the skin?

⇒nightwing x med student!reader

synopsis: a med student and a vigilante meet in the worst way at the worst time.

warnings: mentions of injuries

genre: angst-ish? first meetings

word count: 889

a/n: starting off the “all my affection” series with how they met!! also it’s a little rough :,,,) i need to get back into the practice of world building and writing organic interactions between characters !

ALSO!! there will be uhh, many medical inaccuracies, i’m an art student so my only info is from trashy TV dramas that involve a lot of medical misconduct…

COMMENTS AND ASKS ARE APPRECIATED UEUEUEUE

all my affection masterlist | main masterlist

Gotham might have been the best and worst choice when deciding where to study as a med student. With the amount of… creative criminal activity, you were sure to learn a lot from working in the ER.

However, the lack of safety and constant attacks truly made you reconsider the pros of your location.

Such as now, where you were currently caught between a minor explosion of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. A group of civilians losing their minds outside of a BatBurger chain as they’re writhing on the floor, and a line of injured people waiting for paramedics. Maybe you could watch from the sidelines after you give some assistance?

“Let me help! I’m a nurse- kind of…” You pushed your way past the onlookers as you threw your bag off your shoulder and pulled out a small kit, nothing extensive, but gauze and bandages that’ll help tide things over until the professionals arrive.

You slowly worked your way through the injured civilians, gently prying information out of them and comforting them through their shock, as you worked with your limited supplies and 2nd year nursing knowledge.

From what you had gathered, a group of thieves - affiliated with Scarecrow, tried mugging the burger joint, the inside filled with gas and being in over their heads, the thieves couldn’t take on all the disturbed customers.

Everyone had flooded into the streets by breaking through the building and passerbys were caught in the crossfire of fear induced rages. You figured as much anyways, piecing it together when you turned the corner and saw the busted windows and door from the restaurant, the cuts and scrapes littered all over the infected people, and eventually the comments from the victims you were helping.

“Well, it looks like I’m a little late to the party.” A deep voice, followed by a chuckle, came from behind you. You took a quick glance, surprised to see Nightwing, a battered up version, standing a few steps away, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Sorry, you didn’t miss out on much.” You finished fixing the gauze on the last civilian, patting their shoulder as you stood up from your crouched position. “I’ll give you a shout the next time I see a toxin induced psychosis breakout.”

He let out a puff of air at your sarcasm, head tilting as he sized you up. “You’re funny. How’d you work through the injured group so quickly?” Using his chin to point at the group behind you.

You looked back at the group, not quite small but definitely not big enough to take you longer than a few minutes.

“What? Aside from knowing basic first-aid skills? Guess I’m good at wrapping an arm and slapping a band-aid on a scrape.” You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from showing the vigilante anymore attitude.

You moved to grab your bag, you’d done all you can to help and the rest would be left to the cops and EMT’s.

With a strange guilt brewing in your stomach, probably at your less than personable attitude, you sighed and dropped your bag again. “Let me fix you up.” You pointed to your lip and necks mirroring the spots where he had bruising and blood drying.

“Hah, you don’t need to do that, I’m fine.” He shook his head, but you were already fishing out a wet wipe and another bandage.

“Sit.” Your tone was firm, your head signalling for him to sit on the curb, and with how your hard gaze set on him, Nightwing knew there was no point in fighting back.

He took a seat on the curb, wincing - probably from an ache in his muscles, something he could deal with in his own time. You were here to clean up the cuts and get out.

With a gentle hand you began dabbing the blood away, humming softly as you worked the red stains off his face.

“Oh uh, just letting you know, a group of Scarecrow’s goons, or whatever, did this. Tried to rob the place, couldn’t fight back, toxin infected civilians flooded out into the street, they ran down the street. Just- uh, just thought it’d be important, or something.”

“Huh, thanks. I’ll keep a look out for them.” He gave a quick nod. You placed the bandage on his neck, repeating the pat you had given the other civilian earlier, before pushing yourself up into a stand.

“This is probably stupid, and totally not necessary, but if you need patching up again, my uh, my apartment building is two blocks down, it’s the one with the bright blue door, if you ever need… patching up, I’m on the top floor.” Your words died off into a mumble, cheeks and ears feeling warm as you felt the embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Why would you tell him that??

Nightwing’s lips curled, hands moving to rest on his hips after he joined you in standing up. “Are you flirting right now? Sounds like you wanna see me again or something.” He shrugs.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, embarrassment finally hitting you at full force, you weren’t flirting, he just had a strangely trustworthy aura to him.

“Whatever.” You didn’t stick around to hear his answer, it was time to head home, even if you were a little curious about how to treat the Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

You’ll hear about it during your next lecture anyways. Probably.

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thinking of doing a little series for jason and dick (separately) where it shows the progression of their relationships with the reader

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thick thighs save lives

a/n : i have so many assignments im sorry pookies… take this while i let the soulmate au’s ferment 😔 also this is unedited, don’t mind any mistakes pliz

“what’re you doing?” the confusion in his tone was palpable, jason wasn’t expecting to come home to his girlfriend - stuffing a hot water bottle and a… pillow, down a pair of his pants.

you, to your credit, froze up at the unexpected foiling of your plans, there really wasn’t anything you could say to properly defend exactly what you were doing.

“oh, hey babe haha-“ you made quick work of yanking the pillow back out and throwing it behind you. the hot water came out with slightly more caution.

“why was there a pillow and a water bottle stuffed down my pants?”

“you must be so tired from patrol! come sit, i made some lentil soup today!” evading his question seemed like the only logical way out of this predicament.

“i’m not even mad - or concerned, i’m just confused.” clearly he wasn’t going to allow you to evade anything.

begrudgingly you look back at him, you’re by the stove now, heating up the soup and stirring it mindlessly. “it’s stupid…” mumbling under your breath, you averted your eyes, looking at the spot where his pants lay.

“i’ve been getting really annoying cramps and i don’t know, your thighs are so big and warm and comfy…yknow?”

“you were trying to replicate my thighs, as a home remedy for your cramps?”

“okay well when you put it like that, i sound stupid.”

“not stupid. creative with a healthy dose of weird? maybe.” he had walked up behind you, arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin rest on your shoulder as he watched the soup simmer.

“after you eat can we cuddle? my cramps are still killing me.” you pout at him, frown softening when he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“yeah sure, you know what they say- thick thighs save lives or whatever.”

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i can’t remember what the U in GU Times stands for 😭

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TAM KEEPS DROPPING BANGERS UGH THATS MY 4LYFER GUYS!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

BAD GIRL GOOD GIRL

pairing ─ policeman!caleb x civilianfem!reader contains ─ MINORS DNI, fem!gendered terms, use of y/n, good girl/bad girl, lots of pet names, spicy content, basically just p no plot, no established relationship, slight degradation, teasing, kind of roleplay, unprotected p-in-v, handcuffs, oral (m and f receiving), missionary, very forward reader, some dom and sub dynamics, kind of fluff at the end, all strictly fictional word count ─ 4.1k about ─ when you accidentally mistake police officer caleb for a hooker, things take an interesting turn!

notes ─ heavily inspired by caleb's farspace fleet outfit sO IMAGINE THAT INSTEAD OF A NORMAL POLICE OFFICER UNIFORM. my first time writing this type of content!! i think i put in the right stuff in the contains section but let me know if there's anything else i should add. hope you enjoy ;)

The lights were glaring and the music was pumping throughout the club. You and your group of friends had dressed up to the nines for your birthday, booking yourselves a little table in Linkon City's hottest nightclub. The DJ was playing some banging 2000s hits and you couldn't contain your excitement as you drank shot after shot, drink after drink. And if that wasn't enough, you and your girls had decided to take the party to your apartment, blasting out music from your tv speakers and dancing around to your heart's content.

The girls soon left one by one clambering out of your apartment, still giggling and high off the energy of the night. They mentioned a 'special surprise' that they had prepared for you, not giving you the slightest clue to what it was. You thanked them all for coming as they left, opting to spend the rest of your time awake and cleaning the mess that had now accumulated in your apartment. You could worry about washing up after all of that was done. 

Ding dong. The doorbell rang accompanied by two sharp knocks at the door. You looked at the clock which was now nearing 3am. That’s odd? Maybe one of the girls left something here, you thought. Hurrying over to the door after hearing another knock and an "Excuse me", you looked through the peephole only to be met by a tall, violet eyed man in a stunning police officer uniform. No fucking way. You had spoken to the girls multiple times about liking men in uniform but you didn't think they would send you a male hooker dressed in uniform for your birthday. Opening the door, you gave the man an innocent smile.

"Hi officer. What seems to be the problem?" you questioned, head cocked to the side.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Officer Caleb. I’m just here because there's been complaints about the noise coming from your apartment." he declared, eyeing your figure and the inside of the apartment. You were a sight for sore eyes and the way your eyes fawned over him had him drooling just a little. However, he had a title to uphold and a job to do. He couldn't risk it all over a precious, gorgeous thing such as yourself, could he?

"Hmm? A noise complaint? I don't know what you mean Officer.....Caleb." you drawled with a grin, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ears as you drew your eyes from his badge to his lips. This man looked delicious, absolutely ravishing even and if you were right he was all yours for tonight.

"Ma'am what was your name?” Caleb asked, eyes gazing into yours.

“I'm Y/n.” you answered, holding his gaze.

“Well Y/n I think I'll need to take a look inside your apartment. Extra precautions you know?" Caleb insisted with a smirk, his arm propped up against your apartment door. 

"Of course sir. I'm a law abiding citizen. I would never disobey an officer of the law." you answered with a giggle. Opening your door, you stepped aside to let this handsome stranger walk in. He took his hat and badge off, surveying the area. Wow this man is really into his role, it's kind of hot, you ogled as he walked around your living room.

"Anything else you need to check out? I've got a whole lot more to show you." you slyly asked, eyes perked up to meet his. 

"You sure about that pipsqueak? I'm off the clock in a few minutes. You mind waiting?" he questioned, eyebrows raised. 

"Sure thing Officer, anything for you." you breathed, fingers trailing across his chest to meet his tie and pull him in towards you.

"A little impatient aren't we?" he chuckled with a slight shake of his head.

"What can I say, I really like a man in uniform." you emphasised, not once taking your eyes off of him. Caleb was flattered to say the least. Throughout the many years working as a police officer, never once had he been so enamoured by such words from an attractive woman like yourself. Maybe it was the boldness in your actions and that fucking cute smile. He wanted to know exactly how those pretty lips would look wrapped around his cock. 

"Why don't you show me to the bedroom then? Nothing like a little routine check to make sure everything is in order." Caleb suggested still peering at your lips.

"Right this way officer." you purred, pulling him by his tie to the direction of your bedroom. You dragged him in before pushing him towards the bed, jumping onto Caleb and straddling his waist.

His hands landed onto your waist, before pulling you in for a deep kiss. Both your lips moved rapidly against each other, whilst your hands ran through his hair, tugging at it before going to the nape of his neck. The kiss was hot and heavy, your tongues delving deeper into each others' mouths, hands hastily grabbing at whatever they could. You two kept going with no breaks for air as Caleb slowly leaned back down towards the bed, bringing you along with him. You broke free from the kiss, eyeing Caleb and his muscular body.

“So Officer Caleb, are you satisfied with your routine check of the bedroom? Anything else you need to do?” you smirked, noticing the lipstick stains Caleb was now sporting on his own lips.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I'm done with my routine check just yet. Someone has been a really bad girl. I'll need to conduct a strip search." Caleb answered, hands roaming all over your body. He quickly flipped you over onto your back, causing you to softly yelp from the sudden movement.

“I think I want to start with these.” he whispered in your ear, hands cupping your breasts from over your top and softly massaging them. 

“Definitely officer, I can help with that.” you replied, taking your top off, revealing to Caleb your cute lace bra. Caleb began peppering kisses from your lips to your neck, all the way down to your bra.

“May I, Y/n?” he softly asked, motioning to the back clasp of your bra.

“Yea go for it.” you breathed, eyes fluttering at him. Caleb swiftly undid your bra clasp revealing to him the most perfect pair of tits he had ever laid his eyes on. Looking up to your eyes for confirmation, you gave him a small nod. Within seconds, Caleb had latched onto your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue on one whilst he rolled and tweaked your other bud between his fingers. This sudden pleasure and sensation elicited soft whines and moans from your mouth. Caleb's hands and mouth were magical, sending electricity pulsing all throughout your body. 

“Mmm, just like that baby. I want to hear you make those noises. Let me know how good it feels.” he groaned. God you sounded amazing. He wanted to hear more. The sweet noises you made urged him to keep on going. 

“More Caleb, please.” you moaned, feeling a warm wet pool beginning to form between your legs. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me then? Going to listen to whatever I say?” Caleb hummed, now kissing and leaving marks from your chest to your neck as he continued fondling your breasts.

“Yes, yes.” you replied nodding without any hesitation, hands making their way to tug onto Caleb's hair.

"Good. That's exactly what I want to hear." Caleb cooed, making his way to your lips. Once again, he pulled you in for another kiss. This one being more intense and more eager than the first. You melted under his hypnotising and yearning touch, both your tongues swirling roughly against each other. You wanted to move, palm the growing bulge you could feel pressing against you but you were in too much absolute bliss to be able to move.

"I want these to come off too. Still haven't finished with my strip search yet, pipsqueak." Caleb added smugly, now looking down at your miniskirt and tugging at the hem of it. 

"But you haven't taken anything off yet. It's not fair." you whined, pulling at his tie in an attempt to take it off.

"Nuh uh, hands off baby girl. You said you'd be good. Let me finish my routine check and I'm all yours." Caleb answered, eyes commanding you to back down as he held onto your wrist in an attempt to pry them away from his tie. You gave him a pout before following through, ever so slowly taking off your skirt along with your panties. Caleb's finger ghosted slowly to your sides, placing soft gentle kisses and leaving marks along the way to your core. He gently moved your legs apart, marvelling at the slickness coating your folds.

"I bet you taste just as good as you look right now." he praised before completely devouring you, attacking your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue laid flat, flicking it with long, slow licks. You groaned, your thighs clasping around his head as your body sunk into sensation, responding to his movements. He clamped onto your clit, sucking and licking it like a man starved and desperate.

"C'mon now, what did I say? I want to hear you Y/n. Only good girls get prizes." he urged, eyes looking up at you whilst he continued swirling his tongue on your clit. His hands moved from your legs to your tits, this time doubling the feeling of pleasure as he continued tweaking and rubbing your breasts. You whined in response, your back arching as he continued ravaging you in the best way possible. Caleb began dragging long licks from your cunt to your clit. Tongue darting in and out of you, lapping up your juices. Fuck was this hooker good at his job. Your friends must've paid a whole lot of money for this package. 

"Fuck, you're making me feel too good." you moaned, looking down at the handsome man in between your legs. His eyes met yours, observing the way your eyes scrunched up and how your moans were shaped on your mouth. He studied you, seeing which licks and sucks elicited the prettiest expressions on your face, etching it forever within his memory.

"I'll make you feel even better in a moment. You're so pretty like this for me. Doing so well pipsqueak. Just a little bit more and then you can have your way with me." Caleb rasped, his hands now making their way back towards your core. 

Caleb's finger began burrowing its way between your folds until it came nestled into your sopping cunt. He purposefully dragged his finger slowly into you, causing a slight whimper to escape from your mouth. He ran painstaking slow circles within you, adding another finger whilst his tongue was still flitting over your now sensitive bundle of nerves. 

"Hmm I can't seem to find anything in here except your tight cunt. You're sucking my fingers in so nicely huh? Wonder how it'll look when you're sucking in my cock." Caleb taunted, teasingly grinning up at you succumbing to his pleasurable movements. 

"Mhm more please Caleb." you breathily let out. Your hands clambering from his hair to your bed sheets with your mind now a blur.

"What was that baby? I can't hear you. Speak up and I’ll give you what you want." Caleb smirked, still continuing his slow assault within your cunt.

"I want you to go a little harder please." you seethed. 

"That's my good girl. Since you asked so nicely, your wish is my command." Caleb grinned before moving his fingers faster within your aching centre, hitting just the right spots. He used his other free hand to rub circles around your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, Caleb. I can't think straight at all." you drawled, head thrown back with your eyes rolling back to your head.

"That's just what I like to hear." Caleb chuckled now, moving and rubbing at a slightly faster pace, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The way you were writhing under him was hotter than any girl he had ever had and he wanted time to slow down for as long as it could. Your whines and moans echoed throughout the room, urging him to keep going faster and harder with his movements. He gave you another longing kiss, feverishly devouring you. You moaned into the kiss and the way you sounded almost made him want to finish in his pants right then and there, almost. 

"'M so close." you let out as your laboured breathing began mixing in with soft mewls. Your hands were grappling at your bedsheets, head spinning and reeling from all the build-up of pleasure. 

"You are? It's so cute the way you're tightening around my fingers. You gonna be a good girl and come for me then?" Caleb crooned and with those words you came undone by his hands. Your body trembled in delight, head thrown back and riding through the tremendous waves of gratification for what felt like forever. Your body was a temple and Caleb had just paid his dues in worshipping in it. Slowly your eyes fluttered open as you came down from your high. 

Looking over at Caleb you ogled his fully clothed body, still clad in his tie and slacks with his handcuffs dangling from his belt. 

"Wanna use them?" Caleb asked, taking off the handcuffs and dangling them in the air. The silver metal glinted in the lights, calling out to you.

"Oh you don't need to ask me twice." you answered eagerly, grabbing the handcuffs from him before looping your arms around his neck.

"Sooo Officer Caleb, since you've had your fun, I think it's my turn." you declared, a mischievous gleam within your smile. Your hands moved to his wrists, locking the handcuffs around them so that his hands were now cuffed up behind his back.

"Hmm, are you going to make me feel good then?" Caleb questioned, smiling at your cute attempt to take charge. Still he'd let you have your way and then he'd show you who really was the one with all the power. 

You straddled his hips, hovering slightly over the bulge confined in his pants and deliberately grinding your hips at an achingly slow pace. Caleb hissed in response, violet eyes glaring into yours. You giggled before leaning into him, engulfing him into another kiss. Both your mouths melding into one another, drawing out soft groans from Caleb as you continued your slow-paced assault against his tent. You helped him undo his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as you continued to kiss your way down towards his pants. 

"Mind hurrying up there?" Caleb grunted, eyes now searing into the way your hands slowly, but surely, began to undo his belt.

"You took your time with me, what's wrong with a little payback?" you teased, unzipping his pants and finally pulling his boxers down, freeing Caleb's twinging thick cock. It was so fucking pretty. Perfectly shaped and curved, a smidge of precum leaking from the top with veins perfectly intact.

"Are you just going to keep staring or what?" Caleb smiled smugly as he noted how you looked at him in awe.

In response to his comment, you gave little kitten-licks on his lip, savouring the taste, eyes peering into his. Your tongue swirled around the top of his cock, teasing him, drawing him in and making him want more. He moaned, bucking his hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper into your mouth. You pulled back and Caleb's aching cock was met with the cold air of your bedroom. 

"C'mon pipsqueak, you can do better than that." he frowned, upset with being denied the pleasure of sinking his throbbing cock into your sweet, sweet mouth. 

"Say it with a please at least." you jokingly scoffed.

“Please pipsqueak." he pleaded, eyes clouded and full of need. You answered him by licking from the base of his cock to the tip, spitting onto it so you could lube it up. You began sinking your mouth onto his cock, using your hand to pump him from the base upwards. Fuck this man was a little too big. You bobbed your head up and down trying your best to breathe through your nostrils as your hand continued stroking.

"Fuck baby, you're doing so well. Be a good girl and try to fit all of me in your sweet mouth, pretty please?" he groaned as your mouth went slack, moving deeper down onto his cock and feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. Caleb let out a throaty moan as you carried on sucking and caressing him, making him see stars as he closed his eyes. Your mouth let go of Caleb's cock with a pop before staring up into his daring eyes.

"Can I ride you?" your words came out as a whisper, barely registering in your head what you had just said. Caleb's ears perked up, a smile carved onto his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask pipsqueak. Be my guest." Caleb answered, moving his legs wider to give you space. You positioned your dripping cunt over the tip of his cock, slowly but surely easing yourself in. A hiss slipped out from Caleb's lips whilst a whimper escaped from your mouth. He was stretching you out, moulding his way into you. You took short deep breaths, sinking yourself further down to the base of his cock.

"That's it baby, you're doing so well for me hm?" Caleb drawled, the feeling of being so deep in you was doing things to him he couldn't comprehend. It was a perfect fit. Like you were made to fit him, an exact piece to his puzzle. 

You began to move, your hips grinding against Caleb's and soft moans eliciting from your mouth. To Caleb you looked like heaven, no you were heaven. If he had died and this was what greeted him up in heaven, then he wouldn't have it any other way. Your hips were driving him insane and if he wasn’t so concentrated on trying not to finish so quickly, he would’ve already been a goner. He couldn’t take being unable to move anymore and ever so secretly undid the handcuffs just exactly like he had been taught within the police academy. Within seconds your back was now on your bed, Caleb’s cock still in you, his eyes now held a mischievous glint in them and his face was adorned with a smirk. 

“Huh? How did you even..?” you gasped in shock, confused at how he had undone his handcuffs so quickly.

“They teach you a lot of things at the police academy.” he grinned with his hands now massaging your hips, slowly easing his way in and out of you, evoking short, sweet gasps from you.

“Please Caleb.” you let out, grasping at whatever pleasure was rippling through your body.

“Please what? Gonna need you to be more specific baby girl.” Caleb mused, peppering kisses all along your neck and chest. 

“Need you to move please, Caleb.” you groaned, pouting at his minimal amount of movement. He was teasing you, provoking you to want more from him. And in truth, all you really wanted him to do was fuck your literal brains out. 

“But I am moving.” Caleb taunted, torturing you with his painfully slow movements.

“Just fuck me like you mean it Caleb.” you answered back, now glaring at him instead. 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Caleb beamed before absolutely going in. His hips snapped against yours, his tip hitting just the right spots that sent your head reeling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He showed no mercy, suckling at your sweet skin as though tonight was his last night on Earth and everything he did needed to count. 

“Hmmm you’re so fucking pretty like this.” Caleb let out, panting and grunting at every word he gasped through his breath. You moaned in response, hands moving to latch around Caleb’s neck, leaving scratches behind his back as the satisfying way his cock hit right at your cervix had your body leading up to another high. 

“Mmm right there, it feels so good Caleb.” you mewled, cooing praises into his ear. Your words of affirmation motivated him more, rousing him to move in a more circular motion and prompting his movements to grow at a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and closer into you. 

“Can’t get enough can you? You just want me deeper and deeper inside don’t you? Gonna go so deep you won’t be able to forget how I feel baby girl.” Caleb moaned, the feeling of being squeezed and absolutely absorbed by your soft walls was sending him over the moon. 

“Caleb, ’m close again.” you drawled, feeling your high getting closer and closer, a building tempo increasing within your clenching walls.

“Fuck baby, me too. You’re gonna have to stop clenching so hard I won’t have enough time to pull out. ” Caleb replied, feeling too good at the way his cock was rubbing so nicely against your cervix, his own nerves bundling up inside him. 

“Can’t help it. Feeling so good. Gonna come soon Caleb.” you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper before finally the feeling of being tipped over the edge, hit you like a wave crashing all throughout your body. Your back arched in response, letting out one final gasp and after a few more thrusts, Caleb's high followed along with yours, pulling out and spilling himself all over your stomach and breasts, groaning in the process. You still had your arms around his neck, before you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Holy shit princess, that was incredible. Let me get you cleaned up. Where’s your bathroom?” he asked, sweat now prominent on his forehead and hands frantically looking for tissues. 

“I’ve got tissues on my desk. Bathroom’s right next door, there should be a spare towel there.” you answered with your limbs sprawled out on the bed. Caleb rushed to grab the tissues, slowly and carefully cleaning himself off from your chest and your stomach. He ran to grab your towel, wetting it and wiping you down ever so gently, a stark contrast to his headstrong persona in bed before. He cleaned himself up with the spare towel, making sure he chucked both towels into your laundry basket before settling down right next to you.

“You don’t mind if I stay the night, do you? I know we don’t really know each other but-” Caleb began, hand running through his hair as his eyes darted around.

“Be my guest. After what we’ve just done, I'd say we’re definitely a little closer.” you giggled at his shyness, wondering where exactly Officer Caleb had gone. He was a stranger, yes, but by now you had definitely broken all the ground rules on stranger danger. Plus a man who had treated you that good in bed was surely a man worthy of being allowed to stay over. Caleb moved under the covers, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. The lull of his heartbeat and the way he stroked your hair pulled you into the most peaceful sleep you had ever had. 

Ding dong. Your doorbell was ringing, disrupting you from your wonderful slumber as you cocked your head up from Caleb’s warm chest. Who the hell was it at this hour? You grumbled to yourself, grabbing your phone to check the time. Your phone read 1pm whilst flashes of birthday messages, photo tags and more were flooding through to your notifications. Not wanting to wake up Caleb, you moved slowly to the door, peeping through the peephole just like you had done last night. There in front of your door stood a man in an awful looking police officer costume. 

You began frantically messaging your friends, wondering to yourself who it was that was at your door. Surely your friends hadn’t hired two hookers for you. After last night you knew you couldn’t handle nor wanted anything more. You received a reply back:

‘Must be your surprise! He said he was supposed to come last night but he got delayed. Enjoy ;)'

Your eyes widened. If the man outside was supposed to be the hooker your friends had hired for you, who the hell was the man who had fucked you oh so good last night? Eyeing the badge Caleb had left on the kitchen bench, you opened it up, only to be met with an official Linkon City Police badge and the name Caleb Xia boldly printed on it.

Oh fuck.

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thick thighs save lives

a/n : i have so many assignments im sorry pookies… take this while i let the soulmate au’s ferment 😔 also this is unedited, don’t mind any mistakes pliz

“what’re you doing?” the confusion in his tone was palpable, jason wasn’t expecting to come home to his girlfriend - stuffing a hot water bottle and a… pillow, down a pair of his pants.

you, to your credit, froze up at the unexpected foiling of your plans, there really wasn’t anything you could say to properly defend exactly what you were doing.

“oh, hey babe haha-“ you made quick work of yanking the pillow back out and throwing it behind you. the hot water came out with slightly more caution.

“why was there a pillow and a water bottle stuffed down my pants?”

“you must be so tired from patrol! come sit, i made some lentil soup today!” evading his question seemed like the only logical way out of this predicament.

“i’m not even mad - or concerned, i’m just confused.” clearly he wasn’t going to allow you to evade anything.

begrudgingly you look back at him, you’re by the stove now, heating up the soup and stirring it mindlessly. “it’s stupid…” mumbling under your breath, you averted your eyes, looking at the spot where his pants lay.

“i’ve been getting really annoying cramps and i don’t know, your thighs are so big and warm and comfy…yknow?”

“you were trying to replicate my thighs, as a home remedy for your cramps?”

“okay well when you put it like that, i sound stupid.”

“not stupid. creative with a healthy dose of weird? maybe.” he had walked up behind you, arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin rest on your shoulder as he watched the soup simmer.

“after you eat can we cuddle? my cramps are still killing me.” you pout at him, frown softening when he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“yeah sure, you know what they say- thick thighs save lives or whatever.”

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why…. why did i decided to start posting before my uni sem ended…..

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⇒ soulmate!dick grayson x cat girl!reader

summary: short drabble (soon to be written fic) in which your shared soul mark is the inability to lie to one another. lots of teasing ensues!

genre: soulmate!au, “rivals” to lovers

warnings: none for the drabble!

a/n: did i abandon my haikyuu blog for dc? yeah…. yeah 😞😞😞

currently unedited || masterlist

you’d been by catwoman’s side for years now, starting from when you were just ten years old. like the dynamic duo of gotham, selina had taken you under her supervision, minus your family dying in a tragic circus accident of course.

your first meeting with batman’s boy wonder was quite eventful, a game of cat and mouse - or a cat toying with a bird. you took great pleasure in out pacing robin as he tried to catch you.

As kids you two were honest with each other, through the back and forth’s or the rare occasions when your mentors would work together - thus forcing you two to work together.

uttering a lie to one another would never have even crossed your minds, what better way to voice your disdain than by voicing it to the person causing such strong negative emotions?

unfortunately for the two of you, that honesty did not could not stop in your adulthood.

now no longer “robin” or “catgirl”, the two of you have adopted your own personas, no matter how close or distant it was from your titles as sidekicks.

kitty was the name you settled for, seeing as selina refused to step down as catwoman, and your genius younger self decided she was too grown to be catgirl during her teenage years, you were now stuck with something more or less the same.

and dick grayson - nightwing, was loving it.

it was supposed to be a quick swipe, get into the gallery, grab a few of the paintings stored away in the back and get out. of course, the ever so righteous nightwing couldn’t allow that to happen.

“here kitty-kitty, why don’t you drop the paintings and indulge in a little treat?” he’d tease, a smirk present on his face, a grimace present on yours.

“i’d love to, but this kitty’s a little busy.”

you furrowed your brows as you registered your own response.

… of course he’d use your silly soulmate mark against you.

“cute, are you gonna keep being honest with me, or are you just feeling nice?”

you push past him, hands tightly grasping the duffle bag filled with small pieces, you didn’t get why he would be so eager to bust you for something so trivial - you’d been transparent about what would happen to the paintings anyways.

your time as a petty criminal was long over, ever since selina had taken you in, and you’d formed a deep appreciation for the arts over the years. the prints you stole would always be donated to spaces you knew would love and appreciate the art given to them. unless of course, you were covering for selina.

kind of like the art worlds own robin hood - though nightwing would disagree with that.

“come on, pretty. y’know i’m just teasing -”

“don’t you have actual criminals to stop, or am i just lucky.” your sarcasm was enough to gain a small chuckle from him, he began following you as you made your way back out of the building.

dick sped up his pace, manoeuvring his body so that he’d be in front of you now. hands moving to grasp your shoulders and stop your own movement, you rolled your eyes puffing up your cheeks in annoyance as he fumbled your plans. again.

with a coo, dick grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to leave a peck on them as you continued to pout. “awh, is my cute little soulmate sad she can’t steal a few paintings?”

“yes. and she’s also annoyed that her annoying boyfriend keeps using their soulmate bond against her. stop asking me questions! i need to get these to selina.”

“i’m sure bruce can keep her busy a little longer, gimme those paintings, i’ll leave them in the back, and you and i can spend the rest of the night cuddled up at my place.”

you rolled your eyes at him, nudging his hands off of your shoulders and continuing to the rooftop. behind you, you heard his own signal of annoyance. you smirked at his huff.

he once again moved himself to block your path, you dropped your smirk and looked up at him with a judgemental glare.

“why is it that batman let’s selina get away with stealing, but the second she gets me to do her dirty work, im getting chased down by gotham’s resident goody two shoes?”

“because selina’s his fiance and has him wrapped around her finger, and you’re my girlfriend, double standards i know - but everyone’s a critic.” he shrugged, before grabbing at the bag in your hands. giving your nose a quick boop before turning to make his way back into the building.

“hey- give that back! and are you suggesting that you’re not as whipped for me as bruce is for selina? i thought we were meant to be soulmates.”

“of course i’m as pathetically desperate as he is, whenever im around you i feel like a wet dog whining for attention. do you know how much self control it’s taking to grab this bag off of you?”

you hummed, satisfied with his answer - and the use of the soulmate bond to get said answer out of him. you swayed your hips as you walked up to him, pressing a palm to his chest while the other dragged down his arm.

you could hear his breath hitch, almost hear him purr as you plucked the bag from his hands, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“then i’m sure bats will understand why you couldn’t get the bag back, hm?” you stepped away from him, a grin in place of the smug expression you had moments ago. “i’ll see you at home, love you!”

you jumped off the roof, making your way back to selina with the goods secured.

“hey uh… bruce?”

he heard his mentor sigh on the other end of the comms. bruce knew all too well the struggles of being bonded to the cats of gotham.

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can AI bitches leave tumblr, now i’m overly paranoid about my shitty writing mistakes and my use of “-” FREE MEEEE I JUST WANNA WRITE MY SILLY FANFICS

anyways, sneak peak to a part from the opening scene.

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ITS ON ITS WAY I SWEAR!!

😼 full dick grayson fic should be out within the next few days + the short fic for jason todd’s soulmate au

[0107nw]

😼 full dick grayson fic should be out within the next few days + the short fic for jason todd’s soulmate au

[0107nw]

TAM SERVING A FULL COURSE MEAL YUMMYYY

COLD BLOODED KILLER [ john wick au ]

pairing ─ hitman!sylus x hitman!reader warnings ─ heavy depictions of violence, mentions of torture, immorally depicted killings (i do not condone any of this but it makes sense in the context of this being a john wick au) word count ─ 5k about ─ in his line of work sylus never thought he would be worrying about anyone, nonetheless someone like you. someone who had managed to wholeheartedly capture his heart and make him want to burn down the whole world just to ensure your safety. which was exactly what he was doing.

notes: heavily inspired by the john wick series but may not be exactly accurate to the movies. basically it's sylus but without his evol :D it's my first time writing something this lengthy and with fight scenes so it might be a tad bit choppy but it was super fun to write. HAPPY LATE BDAY TO SYLUS!

also please lmk if you think there's anything i need to add a warning for, i will be more than happy to edit the warnings in this intro. hope you all enjoy it!

You and Sylus had coincidentally met on a brooding night at the Continental; a hotel considered neutral ground in the crime underworld. Strictly no shady business was to be conducted there and it was considered a safe haven to those in both your respective fields. You had heard the countless rumours surrounding Sylus and his activities, if you were to put them lightly. A mysterious silver-haired man, who was known for his merciless kills and being able to accomplish all his requests within an adequate time. He was truly a legend, an enigma. Someone you found absolutely enticing. 

And that is exactly how you found yourself seated at the Continental's extravagant bar swirling around your martini glass, the olive bobbing in a mixture of spirits. Not only had you heard that the famous Sylus was at the Continental right when you were, but that he was also a bit of a drinker himself. You didn't take him for a beer guy, nor a whisky guy and he didn't seem like the type to take tequila shots, so you were curious to know this man's drinking habits. With that much blood on his hands, surely he would be downing something interesting to relieve himself from a hard day of brutal work. 

"Cat got your tongue, sweetie?" questioned a deep, soothing voice. You were brought back to reality, your eyes now focusing and fixating on a set of red, glistening eyes right across from you at the bar. Your curious daydreams about the kind of drink a man like Sylus would have had, had bought you right to him. Or at least brought him right to you. 

"Cat? You look more like the devil's right hand man." you scoffed lightheartedly. Sylus looked way better than what you had imagined. This man was nothing like the devil’s right hand man, he looked like the devil himself. The silver hair complimented his eyes and his black suit accentuated his muscular figure just enough. 

"If I wasn't mistaken, you're the one drooling over me. Do I have the pleasure of knowing my admirer’s name?” he chuckled, not taking his eyes off of you. Goddamn was this man’s stare intense. It was like he was reading your mind, prying you open, discovering your thoughts and secrets before you had even voiced them. You were a cold-blooded hitman and here you were crumbling under Sylus’ gaze.

“I’m Y/n.” you replied, hand held out to him. He reached his hand out to yours, enveloping it in a slow shake. Eyes and movements calculated and particular, analysing your every motion as if he had a motive.

"I'm Sylus, but I'm sure you already know that." he smirked.

“So what brings someone like you down to the Continental?” you probed, finally letting go of Sylus’ hand.

“Oh the usual. A quick getaway from being hunted down by my enemies. You?” he answered casually. It was more than often that the Continental served as a means for escape. A night of rest from whoever and whatever was after you.

“I thought I'd treat myself after finishing a job.” you responded, turning your attention back to your martini glass. Your last job had been vicious. You had been hired to take down an Italian mafia head who had acted against the High Table’s wishes. He was overexerting his power, getting greedy and asking for more than what he truly deserved. The High Table had decided that enough was enough, so you were sent to deal with him. He was a slimy bastard, pretending to want to strike a deal, even offering his only son as compensation to save his own skin. He had attempted to leave the country, which told you enough, that man was scared and he wasn't going to survive any longer in this cutthroat industry. He irked you. A man who clearly couldn’t handle being in the business and was just a power-hungry, selfish idiot. So despite that you would normally deal with these matters as quickly as possible, you decided this Italian shithead deserved the most painful and excruciating death ever. 

"That Italian must have been something." Sylus said, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Probably not as bad as that Polish drug kingpin you've been chasing down." you remarked, remembering how you had heard snippets of Sylus' mission in the Continental's reception area. 

"Well people with money and substantial power can do whatever they like it seems." he sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Tell me about it." you agreed, glancing around the bar. Sylus raised his hand calling the bartender over.

"I'll have a glass of any Cabernet Sauvignon you have, thanks." he murmured coolly. 

“Wine to wind down? How sophisticated of you.” you teasingly quipped. Sophistication was the last thing on a hitman for hire’s mind. Nothing was sophisticated about the blood, gore and mess you two had to deal with.

“Well I'll have you know I'm very sophisticated in what I do. Probably more so than you did on your last job. I never leave a bloody mess." he retorted, causing you to roll your eyes. He was already so annoying yet still so hot. How unfair. 

"If you aren't going to leave a bloody mess, I'm sure the Polish kingpin will instead." you answered matter-of-factly. Sylus knew you had a point. This drug kingpin he was up against was ruthless and his outreach of power was a lot more than Sylus had become accustomed too. He had to up his game or die trying and he wasn't too fond of doing the latter yet.

"Well, why don't you help me out then. I could use a hand against this guy, I won't lie." Sylus said, cocking his head to the side, inching closer to you now. You moved towards his direction, now coming within reach of him. 

"What do I get out of this Sylus? How are you going to compensate me?" you leaned in, looking up at his ruby eyes. 

"Anything and everything you want." Sylus stated, eyes pulling you in, knowing you were closer and closer to saying yes.

"Hmm you’ve got to do better than that. I want something no one else has. Something unique." you replied thoughtfully with your hand underneath your chin as you continued to stare at him.

"How about full access to my armoury and if that isn't enough you can come by to my very exclusive hidden island villa." Sylus offered.

"Now you're talking big boy. You've got yourself a deal. When do I start?" you answered with a slight smile.

"Right away. Meet at my room, we've got some planning to do." Sylus said, pushing a card towards you with the number of his room scribbled onto it. He finished his glass of wine before giving you a smirk, turning around to head towards the elevators. 

Fuck. What had you gotten yourself into. 

And so from that day onwards you two became inseparable. Almost like some sort of hitman duo for hire. Whilst the High Table were a bit iffy about this unexpected alliance, as long as you two got your jobs done, that was all that mattered to them. Not to mention, the original deal you had struck with Sylus had definitely exceeded your expectations. The armoury was stocked, from top to bottom, left to right. This man had any and every weapon at his disposal to a point where it scared you a little. However, nothing topped his hidden island villa. Whatever the High Table or his clients were paying him, it was good, fucking money. Calling the island villa gorgeous was an understatement, it was stunning and absolutely out of this world. Situated basically in the middle of the ocean, it was the perfect place to rest and recuperate. Plus it was an even better place to get to know Sylus more. It wasn’t long until you went from casually dropping in to his villa to spending nights there. Sharing your stories about past jobs, different kill techniques or if wine was really as good as Sylus made it out to be. With a job like yours, it was comforting being able to have someone to confide in. 

“So tell me again, why did you decide to approach me?” you asked with a cheeky grin, leaning onto the beautifully marbled island bench.

“I’ve told you already, you piqued my interest. There was something about your energy in that bar that was, alluring.” he chuckled, tying the apron around his waist. Tonight was another night at Sylus’ and he had insisted on preparing you a delicious meal. Something along the lines of how this dish should be featured in some Michelin star restaurant. Who were you to decline a free meal and the nicest ever guest room you had ever seen. Sylus stole glances over at you as you fiddled around with the many ornaments on the island bench.

“What’s on the menu for tonight then?” you questioned looking over at Sylus who was busy cutting away at some potatoes.

“Just wait and see kitten, impatience gets you nowhere.” Sylus answered, continuing to chop and hum along to the vinyl playing in the background. The nicknames he gave you stirred something in you. Being around him felt like a cat and mouse game. He was obviously the cat and you were the mouse who couldn’t understand exactly what this man was after. He was letting you ransack his armoury, letting you stay over at his villa, not to mention the one too many times he had saved your ass whilst on your jobs. Even more there was his ghosting touches and longing glances, they pulled you in every time, leaving you wanting more. He was so charming with his actions but also nonchalant about them. 

“Should we watch something tonight then?” you proposed, hopping around closer to Sylus to eye what he was doing.

“Sure thing. You can pick the movie so go choose one now.” Sylus said, motioning with his head to the lounge room with the softest cloud-like sofa ever. 

“Yes chef!” you giggled, now moving over to the sofa and scrolling through the endless streaming sites to see if you could find anything. 

It wasn’t long before Sylus had finished up with dinner, which turned out to be a perfectly cooked steak with roasted potatoes and a side of grilled broccolini. 

“My god you know exactly how to make someone happy Sylus.” you exclaimed.

“Well what can I say, I’m only trying to make one person happy.” he replied with a smirk. There it was again. That damned smirk and that damned face. You rolled your eyes in response, turning your attention to the view of the ocean. Sylus had a perfectly situated window that overlooked the ocean. The waves crashing against the sand and the sun slowly dipping into the water was a blissful slight. It almost made you forget how you had another job to prepare for, almost. 

“So, what's the go for the job on that international crime lord?” you asked, pushing around your remaining morsel of steak, your head leaning onto your free hand. 

“Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll figure that out when the time comes. They said they didn’t need us until another week. Just focus on finishing your food so we can get started on that movie.” Sylus mentioned, swirling his wine before taking a long sip. You nodded in agreement, turning your attention back to your food. Soon enough you and Sylus were seated on his comfy sofa watching Creed, getting to the part where the main character began to start his official boxing training. Despite sharing a large blanket between the two of you, there was still a distance there. Although Sylus and you had been going back and forth with more than just friendly remarks, it was like the both of you were waiting for the other person to make the first move.  It wasn't long until the movie ended and the credits began rolling.

“I bet I could beat you in a sparring match.” you confidently said, grinning ever so slightly at him.

“You bet? Sweetie I'll have you on the floor before you can even say my name.” Sylus laughed, a rich deep sound enveloping you.

“Oh? I'd definitely like to see you try.” you scoffed. 

“Well I do have a boxing ring in the house for a reason. I can't just let it go to waste.” Sylus smiled. Despite his taller frame, he knew to not underestimate you. You were a little too dangerous to say the least. Dangerous enough to have gotten under his skin in a good way. You didn’t rattle him, rather you surprised him every time. From your killer focus, pun intended, to your bright energy. God, he hadn’t felt this way in what felt like forever. Being a hitman for hire meant he had cast his old life away, leaving any family and everyone in his previous life behind. But here he was willingly sharing his space with you, inviting you into his life and into his heart. 

“Deal. Meet you at the boxing ring in 5 minutes. No weapons for this one.” you declared, hand outstretched to shake his. Sylus shook yours before the two of you dashed to your respective rooms in order to prepare. Heading down towards the gym area you started stretching and warming up, eyeing the door awaiting Sylus’ arrival. Soon enough he came down in a nicely fitted black singlet and red shorts that would’ve made you drool if it hadn’t been for your competitive spirit that was roaring to win. 

“You ready Sylus?” you questioned, eyebrows raised anticipating a good challenge.

“More than you’ll ever be.” He answered, making his way into the ring area. 

“So how exactly did you want to do this sparring match?” he asked, stretching his arms.

“Hmmm we can do first to hit the ground? If we’re not satisfied with just one match then we can see whoever can win the most out of three matches.” you proposed. 

“Fine by me. Don't get too upset when you lose kitten.” he replied, emphasizing the last word and leaning towards you as he did. 

“Don’t worry I won’t be the one losing.” you retorted moving your arms into a fighting stance as Sylus did the same. 

Before you knew it he had thrown his first punch right for your face, which you blocked and counterattacked with a hook to his side. Unluckily for you Sylus had blocked that one too, now moving back causing you to fall slightly forward before you caught yourself.

“Winning’s not as easy as you thought, right sweetie.” Sylus teased, causing a playful glare to erupt to your face. The both of you began attacking and countering, blocking any moves and attempting to get the other person face flat onto the floor. Sylus swiped at your left side and you ducked in response, trying to take him down by going for his waist. He blocked your attack, countering it with a tackle of his own. You took the opportunity to move sideways, elbowing his upper back to get him down to the ground. Sylus stumbled forward, catching himself from hitting the floor.

“Might want to be careful Sylus, I can’t have you battered before our next job.” you sneered lightheartedly, before quickly grabbing his arms and taking out his legs. This left him face down against the boxing ring floor with you on top of him. 

“I’ve got to admit kitten, that was quicker and better than I expected. You’ve improved a lot.” Sylus tittered, looking as though he was finally admitting defeat.

“What can I say, practice makes perfect.” you smart-mouthed, raising your hands in the air in a victorious cheer. 

“Don’t think about celebrating too soon.” Sylus taunted before he got up, managing to knock you on the floor and flip himself over so that he was now leaning over you. His hands had now found their way to your wrists, pinning you down. 

“Hey! That’s cheating. I won fair and square.” you scowled trying to break free from his grasp.

 “You know what’s not fair? This effect you have on me.” Sylus said, whispering the last words ever so slowly.

“I could say the same for you, Sylus.” you responded with amusement, now laying still against his grip.

“I’m asking you honestly Y/n, do you really want this life with me? If I asked you to leave our lives behind and build a new one, would you?” Sylus pondered, eyes softly gazing into yours.

“Sylus, I’d leave in a heartbeat with you if you wanted me too.” you softly answered, smiling back at him. 

“Well then I am seriously asking you, do you want to get out of this business? Wind down here in our island villa away from the rest of the world, for the rest of our lives?” he boldly asked, leaning closer to you.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you giggled, your eyes moving from his eyes to his lips. 

“God kitten, you’re a dream come true.” Sylus drawled before captivating your lips with his. Both your mouths and hands feverishly moved in unison with one another. Your hands travelled to the nape of his neck and his right hand cupped your face whilst his left tugged your waist closer to him. 

“Uhm Sylus, we should probably move out of here.” you gasped, laughing and breaking free from the kiss with your eyes fluttering as you looked up at him. 

“Anything for you.” he said with a beaming smile as he swooped you up off the boxing ring floor, princess carrying you out of his home gym and to his bedroom.

But things always seemed too good to be true in this dangerous world and that was how Sylus found himself frantically pacing the makeshift base the two of you had been operating in. It was supposed to be a quick job and your last one. The international crime lord you were after had plans to unleash an attack on one of the High Table members and the both of you had been sent in to get rid of this crime lord once and for all. She was very particular and calculated but the two of you had discovered a crack within her plan. A simple flaw that would allow you to slip in to take her down once and for all, whilst Sylus lured her henchmen outside in order to buy you some extra time. Nonetheless it wasn’t supposed to end in you being kidnapped off the face of the earth. Sylus needed to calm down if he wanted to try and find you. Panicking would get him nowhere. He knew you were tough and would be able to withstand any torture techniques but the thought of you getting hurt or suffering pained him, both physically and mentally. Picking up the phone, he dialled the two specialists he knew who would be able to help him track you down.

“Luke, Kieran. I need your help. Please. I’ll send you the location.” he exasperated before ending the call. Sylus was desperate. Desperate enough to plead to anyone and anything for your safety. He sighed, knowing he had more than that to worry about. He needed to worry about just exactly how he would make that crime lord and her remaining henchman pay for taking the one thing that mattered the most to him.

Within a matter of minutes, Luke and Kieran arrived, their intricate masks peaking around the base. The twins were the best tracking and hunting duo that existed within the business and wore these beautiful masks in order to protect their personal lives and identities. Sylus briefed them on the whats, whys and wheres. 

“Okay, we’ll get started right away. ” Luke responded with a nod. 

“Any DNA sample would be helpful.” Kieran piped up rifling through the base to see if he could find anything. Sylus offered him your jacket before looking back at his computer. Your last known location had been tracked to the Arctic desert, before the GPS in your bracelet stopped blinking on his screen and had disappeared completely. 

“Once you find her, let me know immediately.” Sylus stated.

“Will do bossman.” Kieran casually saluted.

“It shouldn’t be too hard for us. I say we’ll find her in an hour.” Luke chimed in, looking up at Sylus from his laptop.

“Psst, Kieran. I’ve never seen him like this before.” Luke whispered, eyeing Sylus as he stared frustratingly at his computer screen. 

“In the many years we’ve known him, no one’s gotten to him like this. It’s kind of heartwarming. A cold blooded killer gone soft. I would never imagine it would be him.” Kieran blurted softly. 

“I can hear you. I may have gone soft but the cold blooded killer part still stands.” Sylus playfully threatened.

Thankfully it wasn’t long until the twins had managed to find the international crime lord’s hideout tucked away in Svalbard, a cluster of islands within the Norwegian region. Grabbing whatever he needed from the base, Sylus attempted to pack as light but as weapon heavy as he could. He was not going to be sophisticated about this one. He was going to make as much of a mess as he pleased. Hopping onto the helicopter that he had acquired for the mission you two had been working on, he bid goodbye to the twins thanking them for their service. 

“If you ever need me for anything, I’ll be more than glad to pay you two back.” Sylus shouted over the sound of the starting helicopter. 

“Sure thing, we’ll let you know.” Kieran yelled back.

“Go get your girl!” Luke cheered. Kieran nudged him, sending him a wide-eyed look.

“What, am I wrong?” he queried. Sylus only chuckled before getting into the cockpit, strapping in and flying off into the sky to brave the cold mountains of Svalbard.

He couldn’t bear knowing you were probably out there trying your best to survive whatever blows or tactics they imposed on you. Were you okay? Were you still alive? He needed to get you back as soon as he could so that the two of you could live the life he had offered you. Sylus couldn’t fathom living without you now that you had enraptured him and given him something in life to look forward to. He wasn’t going to die trying either, he needed to make it back alive and bring you back alive as well. Soon enough he had made his way to Svalbard, landing onto the barren, snowy ground ensuring that he was further away from the hideout in order to not get caught. He debated on whether or not he would take a nap but knowing you, you would have scolded him if he had come to rescue you in an unrested, unprepared state. Sleep would make him sharper and ready for anything. Sleep would bring him just a tad bit closer to getting you right back into his arms. Despite his wishes for a peaceful nap it was plagued by nightmares. Nightmares of you dying as he got there, asking him in endless sobs “Sylus, why didn’t you come get me.” as he held you in your last moments. He woke up in sweat, hands clenched and surrounded by darkness. Good, it was nighttime which meant that it made his rescue mission just a little easier.

Prepping his weapons, he snuck out slowly from the helicopter before heading towards the direction of the hideout. It wasn’t long before the quaint little cottage hideout came into view. There were several guards patrolling around but he could take them, pick them off one by one. He readied his rifle, a sleek CA-415 and attached a suppressor onto it. Tucking several knives within hidden compartments on his clothes, he steadied himself before shooting the guards off one by one. Sylus didn’t care that the suppressor wouldn’t completely mask the sound of his gun shots. He wanted to make his presence known. He wanted that crime lord to know he was coming and in particular he wanted you to know that he was there. He was going to get you out no matter what. Having taken down the guards, he made his way slowly and sleekly out from his hiding spot, scanning his surroundings to make sure there wasn’t more coming. He was met with silence but he waited. Surely she would send more guards out. Within seconds a group of them barged out and Sylus went berserk. Shooting at them until his bullets ran dry, not caring whether he made a mess or not. He just wanted to get to you and ensure your safety. There were a lot of them but he was determined, he would get you out even if he got hurt in the process. 

Finally, after what felt like the longest ongoing battle, Sylus stumbled into the cottage with cuts littered on his body. Bruises would definitely show up tomorrow but it didn’t matter he needed to find you. 

“Well, I have to admit you’ve surprised me.” uttered a voice from the darkness. The crime lord entered, clothed in all black with a crooked smile across her face. “I didn’t think you’d make it this fair. Going all the way here for your partner. How sweet.” she sneered, moving slowly towards Sylus. 

“You’ve underestimated me then.” Sylus huffed, eyes cold and in a ready stance for whatever she would throw at him next.

“Indeed I have. All this for some girl.” she cackled.

“Tell me exactly where she is.” Sylus demanded.

“No, no, no. It doesn’t work that way. You don’t get what you want after dealing with my brother like that.” she said.

“Your brother?” Sylus questioned, unsure of who she was talking about.

“My brother, the Polish kingpin. The two of you did quite a number on him I will admit, but you took the only person alive that meant something to me. So I just had to do the same to you. It hurts doesn’t it.” she shrieked before bellowing over with laughter.

“She better be alive.” Sylus fumed, keeping a tighter grip on his rifle. 

“Oh she is. Barely alive I might add.” the crime lord snickered, finding amusement in Sylus’ rising anger. He tossed away his rifle, lunging at her neck with the knife. She ducked before landing a hard punch to his chest, still laughing at him and his situation. 

“I’m going to make sure you regret every single one of your decisions.” he grunted. To say the fight beforehand hadn’t taken the most out of him would be understatement. He was running off the fumes of adrenaline and the need to find you, nothing more nothing less. This crime lord wasn’t making it any easier. Every punch she threw was landing exactly where she wanted and any counterattack Sylus hurled with his knife was barely even getting to her. She was quick and her moves were calculated, as if she was able to predict every single one of the attacks he was launching at her. He lunged at her to no avail as she dodged and sent a kick towards him, causing Sylus to stumble backwards. 

“You sure you’ll be able to make me regret my decisions? Seems like my henchmen did quite a number on you.” she jeered, taunting him in his weary state.

“Your ploy to take revenge by catching the High Table’s attention, so that they would send us directly to you, may have worked, but not on my watch. Criminals like you deserve hell and I’ll drag you down there with me if I have to.” he snarled, staggering towards the crime lord. 

“I see where your little nickname comes from. The devil’s right hand man doesn’t look like he’ll be dragging me anywhere.” she giggled, eyeing his slow movements.

“Just you wait and see.” Sylus breathed, holding his knife steady. 

Before he could even take a hit at the crime lord, she barreled towards him, taking out a knife from her sleeve before digging and twisting it into his side. Sylus let out a grunt, falling to his knees as the pain surged through his body. 

“Not so dangerous now, are you? You really thought you’d come in here with the power of love and save your girl just like that? Not on my watch, not after what you’ve done.” she seethed.

“You, still, shouldn’t underestimate...” Sylus said through irritated gasps.

“Underestimate you? What are you going to do now with that knife in your side? Charge at me? Come for my throat?” she gloated, laughing away at him.

“Well I mean.” Sylus began motioning his head behind the crime lord with a tight smile. Before she knew it, you had appeared reeling towards her at full speed. Sylus threw you his knife and you caught it leaping towards her.

“Sorry about your brother, but you’re just as bad if not ten times worse than he was.” you huffed, plunging the knife into her. Although the crime lord had ordered her henchmen to roughen you up a little, they had done a poor job of tying you up. The pain you had endured was now replaced with anger and determination to take her down. As you etched the knife further into her, the crime lord’s face was stuck in shock horror, gasps of air leaving her mouth before she flopped to the ground. 

You locked eyes with Sylus who was still alive and wearing a lopsided smile as you ran to him, arms outstretched and pulling him into you.

“I’m so happy to see you, you don’t even understand.” you spoke, choking on your words as tears began to flow out.

“Me too Y/n, me too.” Sylus sighed in relief, his free hand stroking your hair and your back. His other hand was still clutched to his side in attempts to deal with the bleeding.

“Oh shit Sylus, your side, the knife.” you frantically searched for something to wrap around his injury.

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll be okay. You know me, I can withstand anything. I just couldn't stand losing you.” Sylus whispered. You responded with a tighter hug, making sure not to irritate his wound any further.

“I’m here now. I’m not ever leaving I swear. It’s done, we’re out of here. Let’s start anew together.” you breathed, finally feeling like things were going to go your way. 

“It’s you and me together forever sweetie. I want no one else.” he replied with a soft chuckle, peppering soft kisses over your face.

“Let’s go home.”

“Finally, I thought you’d never ask.”

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Imagine figuring out Red Hood's identity not from one of his brothers telling you, but because he does something to you that only Jason would do.

He would always say "see you" before lifting his hand and gently brushing his index and middle finger against your chin in a swift motion before waving at you. You don't know how it began, but that's what Jason settled for when he would have to leave and see you some other time.

So years later, when you're being rescued by Red Hood, he does that thing that you thought you had long forgotten about. The knuckles of his index and middle finger gently brushed against your chin before he could stop himself.

Your eyes go wide, and you're looking up at his face mask, but his helmet doesn't betray anything. And you don't notice the stiffness in his shoulders when he brings his hand down.

"See you...," he said it without meaning to. Even after all these years, old habits die hard.

You wanted to cry, laugh, get angry. But you couldn't do any of that. You raised your own hand and flicked his forehead, your finger snapping against the hard surface of his helmet as you smiled up at him.

"Later."

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