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FOSSIL VS. CRYSTAL!!!! ARTFIGHT 2025!!! Hi, this is my first set of team graphics for AF!!!!! Please toss me a reblog, or maybe even link back to here if anyone asks where you got these! I hope you like 'em! I'm making more soon! Likes, reblogs, anything appreciated! :o)
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FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT'S HOLY PLEASE STOP TAGGING "Y" character x reader IF ITS NOT TAHT CHARACTER! like fr I saw someone tag the character whole ass bloodline x reader when they don't get even mentioned once in the fic I checkedđ pleaseeee
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when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

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when reading smut and y/n says âdaddyâ

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So....got laid off.....more time to write I guess
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This is so hot wtf!
Playing with fire's only gonna get you burned. Unless you're, like, into that kinda thing.
kai parker x reader
summary: things have been disappearing from your room lately, but never would you think kai is the one to blame.
tags: 1994 prison world, friends to lovers, snooping (it's very 'fuck around and find out'), mild argument, sexual tension, touch starved, kissing, touching, playful sex, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, relatively mild smut, overstimulation, cuddling
word count: 5.5k
a/n: this fic is sponsored by wellbutrin... kidding. but that's the only reason i've actually been able to sit down and focus / write lately. this was requested eons ago, and with the greatest guilt, i'm just now posting it. also, i wrote it in a day. as in, today. i hope it's okay. <3
It started out innocently. A curious snoop in a big, almost-empty mansion, inhabited by two abandoned people left here by their families.Â
He hadnât expected her to go digging around in his stuff, and she didnât think heâd come home early. Both were wrong. And as the thin material slips from beneath her fingertips in shock, he gives her an indescribable look. His nails rap on the wood of the doorframe and she stands, speechless.Â
âUhâŚâ
âHey, princess. Like what you see?â
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The Salvatore Boarding House is where you found him. You wandered for some time before running into him and finding his company relieving.Â
Of course, getting to trust Kai took some time. You found common ground in the fact that you both were hated by the Gemini Coven. Both had been sent here by them; Kai, sixteen years ago, you, only one, and both had been frowned upon by their families. But while you shared the same enemy, you were afraid for a while that Kai would be an enemy, too, considering what he did to be sent to the prison world. Apparently, as reported by his own tongue and the daily paper, he had slaughtered four of his siblings in an attempt to kill the youngest two. He didnât feel much sorrow, nor regret, over his actions, and explained his methods of killing with a rather monotone voice. When asked if heâd kill you, he shrugged.Â
âNo point in doing that, really. Itâs not like you can die, anyway.â
And that was that.Â
For weeks, you feared him, but he got better as the days passed. Kaiâs actually pretty funny and can cook well. And though youâve never said it out loud, heâs pretty cute, too. Over time, your companionship turns into a friendship. You swap stories about your past and come to understand each other better. As cold as life has made him, you donât think he wasnât always that way. The more you grow to trust him, you start to see a side youâre not sure heâs even seen in himself for years. Sometimes you forget youâre all alone in a prison together, save for the fact youâre the only ones there. Sometimes, it doesnât feel like a sentence for a punishment you both may or may not deserve.Â
But lately, somethingâs been off.
Itâs not that anythingâs changed about Kai, but more so that it just feels⌠different. The young witch is the same playful, unserious boy youâve known for months, but a few times, youâve caught a glimmer in his eye you canât quite decipher. Heâs a troublemaker for sure, and though youâve never seen malicious behavior, your head is filling with questions if heâs capable of some other kind of behavior you havenât considered.Â
Basically, things have been disappearing from your closet. Your favorite bracelets, a few lip balms, and clothes, even some you know you threw in the laundry bin. For a bit of time, you blame it on the same-day repeating thing. Maybe the gloss you stole from the department store has just been returned to its original spot to be sold. Maybe yesterdayâs pair of underwear went back to the bottom of your drawer. Maybe the shirt you wore when you entered the prison world got swept through some portal back to the real world, because you hadnât worn it here yet, so it must not be able to exist.Â
One morning, ruminating thoughts swirl in your mind as you try to mentally explain the disappearances. Itâs a rather new thing - within the last few weeks - and nothing like this had happened in the first couple months you were still roaming the empty earth.Â
At the kitchen counter, you must seem lost in thought, because Kai shuffles a pancake off his spatula and onto your plate then nods. âWhatâs up?â
âMy clothes are disappearing.â
âWhat?â
âHave you ever had that happen to you?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âOut of my room. Iâll toss a shirt in my hamper, and itâs gone. My favorite chapstick isnât in my nightstand drawer anymore.â
âWeird.â
âYouâve never lost anything?â
âI mean⌠misplaced things, yeah. But I know I just put them somewhere where I canât remember where I put them, yâknow? Maybe thatâs it.â
âMaybe.â You take a bite of the food and smile up at him. âOoh, perfect! Thank you.â
He returns the smile with a wink that makes you shyly look down. You eat in a comfortable silence, omit the CD player beside you being just barely audible; Billie Joe Armstrong whispers uncharacteristically rather than shouting into your ear at nine in the morning.Â
He starts to speak again while gathering the dishes. âHey, I need to take a quick trip to the store today, want to come?â
âWait, why? We just went?â You ask, frowning.Â
âThat house down the street had a cookbook Iâm borrowing-â you chuckle at the word choice, â-and Iâm gonna try one of the recipes in it, but we need, like, half the things in it.â
You think about it. Going grocery shopping with him is always an entertaining experience, but you were planning on flipping your room inside out to look for your stuff instead. The most recent thing to disappear was one of your favorite underwear sets, and if you donât find it, itâll drive you crazy. Explaining this, though, sounds ridiculous, so you make an excuse. With a shrug, âdonât really feel like being cold today.â Despite no one around to operate it, Bellâs refrigerator section stays cold.Â
âYou have a jacket. Or you can borrow one.â
âYou always take, like, ten years in there, and the cold seeps through eventually.â
He gives you a sassy look, but itâs true, so he knows he canât really argue. âAlright.â
âPlus if youâre trying a new recipe, itâs going to take even longer for you to find everything you need. And then the recipe wonât have enough detail, so youâll sit there for five minutes, debating if you should use brown sugar or light brown sugar.â
âOkay, youâve made your point!â You smile in satisfaction. âIâll go by myself. Wonât take more than an hour.â
âTwo, maybe.â
He glares at you, but you only laugh. Kai, by now, is harmless to you. You can poke and prod him all you want and know he wonât hurt you. Maybe if his family put a little trust in him, they wouldâve known that, too.Â
âIâm leaving in ten.â
âOkay. Be safe from any vortexes that could contain aliens coming to invade our planet.â
He stares at you, then gives a playful roll of his eyes. You laugh.Â
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It doesnât make sense. Youâve flipped your room about a thousand times in the last hour and nothing, not a single one of your lost items have appeared. Itâs actually driving you insane. On second thought, you might be going insane. You know internally that stuff doesnât just disappear in this world. Some things might return to the way they were before - the Dookie album annoyingly starts at âBurnoutâ every morning that Kai presses play; the grocery store is always fully stocked, no matter how many bags of chips you take in a single day - but things donât just get lost. The prison world has structure, in its own extremely aggravating way. If somethingâs missing, you lost it.Â
But youâve flipped your room three times to no avail. If somethingâs missing, it must not be in your room at all. You sigh, sitting in the middle of your now-messy room, and think. It is possible that they got mixed up in the laundry with Kaiâs stuff and neither of you noticed. Of course, that doesnât account for your two missing chapsticks, but maybe those were in pockets that ended up in the laundry, too. You crinkle your nose at the thought. If thatâs the case, that chapstick and the hoodie itâs in are definitely ruined.Â
With the new idea in your mind, you head to the laundry room to check it out. Itâs a rather long walk down the hall and to your left, making you wonder, again, whose house - sorry, mansion - this is in the present day, and could they be living here now, in the real world? You and Kai have talked about it before, made bets on the residentsâ identities and personalities. Kai thinks itâs the mayorâs, and that heâs some oldish rich guy with a trophy wife, who needed to live far away from his âvillageâ to exude âdominance,â as if this were the middle ages. That, or a thousand year old witch who moved out here to never be bothered. You swear itâs vampires, but he always shakes his head, âthatâs not a thing.â You think otherwise.
But regardless of who lives in the house, you can both agree itâs an insane amount of house for anyone. Though, neither can complain about the dungeon in the basement. Itâs a nice touch. In fact, every house should have one.Â
The laundry room checks out to be clean. Thereâs not a single sign of anything missing or out of place, and by this point, you just feel like giving up. Maybe the laundry ate them in the way it always seems to eat one sock. Oh well, because the constant search is only stressing you out. You stand there bored for a moment while trying to think of something to do. You could read; the library downstairs must have a thousand different books. Or, you could snoop the mansion. Kaiâs shown you tons of stuff heâs found over the years: diaries, letters, secrets. Whoever lived here has quite the story to tell, but those things arenât always easily found. The letters had been hidden in books, and between closely stacked books, and the most telling diary heâs found was in the floorboard of the furthest room on the right. Surely thereâs more that Kai hasnât discovered yet.Â
You decide, then, that the best entertainment will be to snoop around the old Victorian home, because⌠why not? You canât settle down enough to read, and when has anyone not had fun digging into other peopleâs business? After all, thatâs what got you sent to the prison world in the first place.Â
A part of you is most curious about the dungeon, so you decide to start there when something in the corner of your eye makes you pause. A lock, uncharacteristically on Kaiâs bedroom door. Itâs odd, considering the openness between you two; youâve never felt the need to hide things from each other, and youâre not sure when he started feeling differently. You stare at it, curious and a bit hurt, before inserting your nail into the hole on the bottom. Again, you ended up here by pissing off one Parker, whatâs stopping you from egging on another? And what would Kai possibly do to you that would hurt you? Like you told yourself earlier, towards you, heâs completely harmless.Â
In a couple minutesâ time, you finally free the lock of its duty and push the door open. Inside, it looks normal. Heâs always been clean and his room is no exception. Youâve seen it before, when he didnât feel the need to put a suspicious lock on it, and it looks the same then as it does now. Still⌠that little weasel is hiding something, and youâll be damned if you donât at least peek. You step further inside, leaving the door wide open so you can hear if he comes back.Â
To your displeasure, a five minute search yields no secrets. Youâve looked under his bed, in his drawers, and everywhere else thatâs definitely invading his privacy, but hey, you were under the impression that there was no privacy in the prison world. You start your way back to the door, but then open the closet you had previously ignored, just in case. It checks as normal, but then⌠up high, in the corner, sits a little box out of reach. And by out of reach, you mean even for Kai, whoâs rather tall, meaning even he would need a stool to retrieve it. Curiosity quickly gets the better of you and you fetch the nearest stool to grab it. Something this well hidden must be fun. And who knows, maybe itâs the residentsâ mystery box, and Kai doesnât even know itâs there? At least, thatâs what you tell yourself to excuse your nosiness.Â
Though, immediately upon opening it, thatâs proven to definitely not be the case.Â
A whiff of perfume floods your nose the moment you take off the lid. Itâs familiar, and warm, and quickly, you realize itâs yours. Then, your heart drops at the first thing inside - something he should not have, and frankly, shouldnât even exist -Â which is a polaroid of you. Specifically, of you on your side, asleep, bare chested, with your comforter just barely covering your hips. Your spine is the main focus of the shot, but a little bit of your exposed breast shows. You drop it with a gasp. It flutters down and lands in a different place than where you had picked it up, revealing more. Each polaroid in the stack shows more and more of your body in every shot. Sometimes, your breasts are covered by a thin, lacy piece, but more often than not, your top is completely bare. Your comforter, luckily, stays at your hips, and the one or two times it slips further, youâre covered in your favorite floral set, but then you pause. That particular set disappeared a while ago, and now, you think you know why.Â
Dropping the polaroid, you remove all the photos from the box to reveal whatâs hidden underneath, and oh, does it shock you. Instantly, you eye your favorite set, causing you to swallow hard. Your perfumeâs also in the box, alongside all your missing items: your chapsticks, bracelets, and three more pieces of your clothes. That rat. Heâs been taking your things the whole time! Then giving no more than a shrug when you bring it up. Kai has been sneaking into your room at night, taking pictures of you and stealing your things, then acting none the wiser in the day. You try to feel angry, but youâre more shocked than anything.Â
Hesitantly, you pick up a pair of your underwear, inspecting it as if you canât believe itâs really there. You roll your eyes in disbelief as it slips off your finger, back down into the incriminating box.Â
A knock raps on the doorframe. You freeze; you hadnât heard anyone come in.
âHey, princess,â Kai says, standing there, âlike what you see?â
Your mouth falls open, a thousand words rising up your throat, but none of them coming out. You were shocked before, but then his sudden entrance and his laidback reaction makes you angry, and when he stands there, waiting for your response, you only find yourself shocked again. Surprised, that heâs found you digging through your stuff, yet doesnât seem to care.Â
That is, unless, the anger is bubbling underneath his fond smile. You know that Kai has an unpredictable edge to him. Sometimes, heâs quiet in his anger and lets it stew before exploding. Youâve only been on the receiving end of it once, ages ago, when you were still getting used to each othersâ routines and you got too much in his way. Youâve seen it since then, but not directed at you: his father, mostly; his lack of magic; his misguidance about the world. But sometimes, oftentimes, heâs short in patience and snappy in reaction. He responds to disruption the same way his father does: suddenly, mercilessly. Itâs all he knows, after all.Â
But the Kai standing in front of you now, watching you, is neither of those things. He doesnât seem angry or agitated. Caught off guard, certainly, but while that look is interpreted through his eyes, a small smile counters it. You stare a bit longer. Amused is more like it. Heâs amused by your reaction. By you finding your clothes in his room and having no idea how to react to it. Initially, his posture held some indignation, probably because you were going through his stuff and had picked the quite secure lock to do so, but any ill feeling dissipates at the look on your face youâre sure is amusing to him.Â
You try to replace your shocked look with a stern one. He only laughs.Â
âWant to tell me why my stuff is in a box in your room, which was locked, by the way, not sure if youâre aware. Since when do we lock our rooms, Kai?â
He looks surprised by your sudden snap. Good. Unfortunately, he recovers quickly.Â
âWant to tell me why youâre going through my stuff in the first place?â
You scoff. âI think the more pressing matter is the fact that youâve been stealing my clothes! And- and- not only stealing, but look at this-â you toss a polaroid at him as if he hasnât seen, taken, them himself- âhow long have you been lurking in my room while Iâm asleep?! Taking pictures of me sleeping? Not caring if Iâm literally nude in half of them?!â
âIâd argue the nude ones are the best ones,â he says with a shrug.Â
You scoff again. âWhat would possess you to do this? Why are you taking my stuff?â
âYâknow, princess⌠Whatâs funny to me is that your questions are just questions.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âYouâre asking questions simply to know the answers. A playful curiosity. Thereâs no anger in your tone, no spite in your words.â
âOh, Iâm angry, Kai. Iâm pretty fucking pissed off right now.â
He only chuckles. âStill not hearing it. See, I know anger. Angerâs my father, who has a harsh bark but a nastier bite. You, my angel,â he crouches down in front of you now, âhave no bite.â
âFuck you.â You push his shoulder. He barely sways, but you were kind of hoping to knock him over. You wait a moment, then try again.Â
Kai, though, easily predicts your actions and grabs your wrist as soon as it comes within his reach. He holds on with a tight grip and you almost lose your balance.Â
âLet go,â you grumble, raising your other fist. It only makes it halfway before he grabs that one, too. âKai.â You struggle in his hands. âWhat the fuck? Let go of me.â
âAh, ah.â He tilts his head to the side, a look that means nothing but trouble. âYou were a bad girl to go through my stuff.â
âItâs my stuff, actually.â
âIt became mine the minute it crossed the threshold of this house. You became mine.â
âWhat the fuck does that mean? This isnât even your house!â
âBut it is my prison world. Built for me when I committed a crime so heinous, they felt the need to lock me up. But you⌠what are you in here for? Stealing a book?â
âIt was a grimoire, you fuck. Your fatherâs. So clearly my crime was equally heinous and they sent me here, too. The moment I got dropped here, this no longer became just your world.â
âYou raise a good point. But still, I was here first. And Iâm the oldest of my siblings, so I can tell you what to do.â
âYou have a twin,â you counter, âwhoâs probably older than you by now, considering neither of us have aged, and youâve been here sixteen years already. Sheâs probably⌠thirty-eight by now? Probably married, has some kids, a nice house.â
âStop talking,â he snaps, tightening his grip on your wrists. They burn, but it doesnât bother you. Egging him on is more fun. The tight cord of his control is breaking.Â
âIâm just saying. Oh, and your younger twins, the two you didnât get to kill. Theyâre, uh, twenty, now, I think. I saw them, actually, when I broke into your fatherâs house. Theyâre both blonde, wherever that gene came from.â
âY/N-â
âJo wasnât there. Not sure where she went. Probably does have a house somewhere. Somewhere far, far, away from fucking Portland. Good for her, that place is a shithole.â
His grip tightens, his body almost shaking with anger now. âStop. Talking.â
âOr what? Are you gonna attack me?â You put on your best puppy eyes. âShow me your biteâs worse than your bark? Because Iâm just proving to you that I can bite. Donât like it, do you? Yeah, well, I didnât like finding my lingerie in a box in your room, but I guess we all canât get what we want.â
Whether it was your words or the sass in your tone, he finally breaks. With a sudden force, Kai pushes your fists into your own chest, knocking you to the floor. You gasp a little as your head hits the wood, but you have no time to dwell on it as he climbs on top of you, pinning your fists now over your head.Â
âYou want to see me bite, is that it? Donât think I have it in me because youâve never seen it for yourself? I can be ruthless, Y/N, I can make you regret-â he pauses, jaw dropping as he realizes youâre giggling.Â
âRegret what?â You urge. âWere you saying something?â
âYouâre playing with fire, Y/N.â His eyes are dark, but not in a way that scares you. Instead, his pupils are dilated so much they look dark. He stares into you desperately, gaze fighting between your lips and your neck, as if unsure where to attack first.Â
âAnd yet Iâm just a girl, laying under a boy, asking to get burned.â
He doesnât get the quote. Itâs after his time. But the message is clear: youâre under him and youâre not fighting to get up; you provoked him enough just to send him off the edge; you were never really that mad about the pictures or the clothes.Â
He pauses. Okay, maybe you were a little mad about it. He did go out of his own way to creep across your boundaries. But still⌠had he not, you wouldâve never ended up in this position. You should probably thank him for that.Â
You swallow, with difficulty because of the way youâre laying, and his eyes drop to the bob in your throat. He snaps out of a daze.Â
It happens before you know it, his lips on yours. He starts soft, waiting for you to reciprocate, and the moment you do, he gets rougher, more confident, as if this is something heâs always wanted, but heâs so unfamiliar with being able to touch, that he holds back at first.Â
Youâre much less hesitant, though. You offer kindness to him through your words, but youâve never touched him much, knowing how foreign it is to him. Youâve wanted to give in, to hug and hold him and kiss his cheek before you go to bed, but you were never sure how to bring it up. Heâs guarded in his emotions. Theyâre there, but theyâre locked away with a key you havenât been able to pick. But this, maybe, is the first step.Â
Youâre not sure when you stood up, or if he picked you up, but in a second, youâre off the wood and plopped down on his bed. The pillow beneath you smells like your perfume and you raise an eyebrow at him. He tilts his head again - no comment. Heâs kissing you again before you can say anything, effectively distracting you from the whole thing. One hand props himself up over you, while the other lightly grasps your neck. Both of your hands are tangled in his hair, scratching and pulling gently. You break the kiss, out of breath, and he trails his lips down your neck instead. Your back arches instinctively, and a giggle escapes your throat at a sweet spot. In a matter of seconds, he sucks a bruise into your skin before moving down further. Your shirt, very much in the way, is pulled up and off, followed by your shorts. You copy the action, pulling his own off him and immediately letting your hands explore his chest. Itâs only fair, you think, considering all the times heâs welcomed himself to the sight of your body.Â
Distracted, you miss him pulling off your underwear until theyâre dangling on one finger in your face. You tilt her own head in confusion, then feel your jaw drop as he throws them in the box.Â
âMine.â He winks.
âNo! Kai-â
Youâre cut off by your own moan, provoked by the feeling of his touch on your bare body. He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and touches again.Â
âThose are mine,â you try to argue.Â
âAre they?â
With a new bite, you lunge forward and surprise him, bringing him pause. You take control for thirty seconds, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his jeans and boxers. A gasp escapes his throat, the cold air hitting his cold, now exposed body, in addition to you seeing him for the first time.Â
âThese are mine then.â You toss his jeans on the floor, but keep his boxers like a prize in your hands.Â
His look is unimpressed. âYou wish.â He tackles you easily, prying the material out of your hands to ball up and throw, laying you back down, crawling over your body, licking his lips, eyeing you like prey. It happens too fast for you to react, and before you know it, youâre forced back into submission, him dominating easily.Â
âYâknow, for someone not used to touch,â you pant, relishing in the feeling of his lips around your nipple, âyou sure seem to know what youâre doing.â
âInstinct, baby.âÂ
âOh, really?âÂ
He shuts up any further remark by meeting his body to yours, erect cock rubbing against your clit in a way that turns your brain to mush. âYeah, really.â You donât fight back this time. âSo easy to please,â he mutters, his fingers moving to your clit at the feeling of precum rising up.Â
âStop teasing,â you whine, growing desperate.Â
âNot teasing, princess. Just getting you ready.â
Pressure builds like a coil low in your stomach. You squirm, arching your back and shivering in pleasure, at the same time you mutter, âdonât stop.â
âDonât move, then, baby.â
You try your hardest to listen, but itâs almost impossible with the way heâs touching you. The long fingers youâve always admired rubbing in perfect circles. The lust in his eyes as he draws you closer and closer. The wetness on your thigh where his aching cock drips with its own need.Â
âKai-â you cry for a second as he stops. He spits on your clit, then laps it up with his tongue, sucking now, while his fingers open you up below. âFuck.â
âYou okay, princess?â
âMhm,â you nod weakly.Â
The coilâs so close to snapping. You wonât survive much longer, not with the way his tongue works so beautifully against the sensitive spot, and especially not when he looks up at you from his position, eyes still dark with lust, yet focused, as if this is the most important thing in the world.Â
âKai-â
âMhm?â He asks without detaching. The vibration that it causes is what finally breaks you. With an eager moan, you finally come, the force of it shaking your legs and core. Kai sucks you through it and only lets up when you start begging, âplease, please, please, I canât-â
He ceases, and immediately crashes his lips onto yours, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.Â
âYou okay?â He asks between wet, open-mouthed kisses.
âMhm.â
âAlright, good girl. Ready?â
âPlease.âÂ
Of course he canât deny you when you ask so politely.Â
With a deep kiss, he distracts you enough to push in. You take him well until youâre almost full, gasping into his mouth and sinking into the mattress. You squirm a bit more, body reacting to the sudden intrusion, but settle around him soon enough.Â
âWeâre good?â
âGood.â
âLet me know if you need to stop.â
He starts slowly, pulling out a little ways and pushing back in, kissing you sweetly as he does. But then as your body adjusts and clenches around him, he picks up the pace to an even speed. His mouth drops from your lips to your neck, sucking more bruises into your delicate skin. You keep your hands tangled in his hair, pulling, grasping, moaning more as the pressure starts to build again.Â
âYâknow,â you stutter, trying to speak as he thrusts. âMaking me come once isnât going to make up for you stealing my underwear.â
You can feel his smile grow against your skin. âOh really?â He presses a kiss to your neck. âHow about twice? Three times? Four?â
The color drains from your face at the thought of coming four times in one day. You really need to learn to stop challenging him. âI-â
âYeah, four sounds good. Letâs try for that.â
He has slowed down a little to make conversation, but as soon as his mind is made, he picks his pace back up. His troublemaking smirk stares into you, waiting to see if youâll challenge him again, then falls back on your neck once he sees heâs won.Â
In the end, Kai holds true to his promise and coaxes three more orgasms out of you before his hips stutter. He pulls out and releases on your stomach, panting hard. You lay beside each other, completely exhausted and overstimulated, until he finally drags you up and into the bathroom. In a way, you do win, because he dresses you in his own clothes - boxers and a hoodie - before pulling you downstairs with him. Youâre still determined to get your clothes back somehow, but as your eyes flutter sleepily still, you decide to table that for another day.Â
That evening, when you settle down for your usual nightly movie, you find yourself laying against his chest with his arm around your waist. He seems more relaxed than youâve ever seen him, and the noticeable difference makes you smile.Â
âIf you wanted to touch me, you couldâve just asked,â you half-tease.Â
âHm.â
âI like you, too, yâknow.â He finally looks away from the tv, eyes dropping to you instead. âWay before all of this. Iâve had a crush on you for ages.â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âFear of losing you?â You shrug. âNot only are we the only people here, but⌠youâre also the only person Iâve felt ever close to in my life. I didnât want to do something that would make you uncomfortable, or make you hate me.â
âI could never hate you,â he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. âAnd I think Iâm the one who crossed the âuncomfortableâ boundary.â
You laugh. âYeah, you did. You crossed a very big boundary.â You tilt your head and run your tongue across your lips. âBut⌠it doesnât make me uncomfortable with you. Nor angry. Maybe in the moment, but certainly not now. Actually⌠itâs kinda hot, now that I think about it.â
Despite his passing nervousness, he canât help but laugh. âI did say youâd be playing with fire.â
âGuess I shouldâve headed the warning.â
You curl closer into him, adoring the way he responds so quickly, running a hand through your hair and dancing his fingers on your skin. Itâs easier than ever to relax around him. Right now, this prison world feels like anything but a prison.Â
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In the night, you sneak into his room, polaroid in hand. Itâs rather easy, the lock is gone now and his door is cracked open, practically inviting you in. You tiptoe up to his bed, focusing the camera on Kaiâs shirtless form and snap a quick photo, snickering to yourself. But then, as the old machine whirrs in action, your target opens an eye. You back up, glancing between the boy in the bed and the door. He groans, laughing on the tail end of the tired sound.Â
âWhatcha doing?â
âKarma, baby.â
âMhm, good try.â He eyes you in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. âYâknow⌠the way I got so many of you is because I was quiet.âÂ
âUh-â You look at the door again - big mistake. The moment your eyes are off him, his arms around your waist. âAh, Kai!â You screech, head hitting his pillow for the second time that day.Â
He positions himself on top of you, practically sitting on you, and takes the camera from your hands. âTip number one, snap the picture and leave before the camera starts to sputter.â He sets it on the nightstand. âTip number two, stalk someone whoâs a little less obsessed with you. That way, they might not be able to hear your every move.â Before you can reply, heâs kissing you again, with as much passion as he had only hours ago.Â
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STEVE ROGERS WOULD PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF DONALD TRUMP!!!!!
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BRO THIS IS SO ME ALWAYS??? Anyone else????

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when you finally get to a chapter with the most jaw dropping, mouth watering smut ever

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as someone who constantly bites their lip, i like the idea that whenever you subconsciously start rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, Jason takes note and uses his thumb to gently tug it free before going back to whatever he was doing before he noticed.
you're sat on the couch, hes in the kitchen making something to eat when he glances over and sees you biting at your lip hard enough to make the skin redden and split. you're distracted. on your phone or something, so he pads quietly across the room, tips your head up with his palm until you're focused entirely on him, and pulls it free using his thumb.
as soon as hes satisfied with the correction he goes back to the kitchen and carries on as normal. when he next glances over you're already watching him, a slightly wide, love-sick look in your eye.
and Jason? well, he does what he always does when you look at him like that.
he smiles.
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Me: oh I'll write about this to relax from my other more time consuming project.
Also me: ends up making it also as time consuming as the other
Me then: oh I'll write about this instead to relax from this time consuming project.
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breakfast downtown



⥠MDNI 18+
⥠Jason Todd x fem!reader
⥠Bad week at work? Don't worry, princess. You can take your frustrations out on Jay. He's a big boy, he can handle it. Maybe. Smut served with a side of angst.
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A scream bubbles in your gut as glass crashes to the floor into a million pieces. Maybe the stars were out of alignment, or mercury was in retrograde, or some other bullshit â something to explain the absolute mess of a week youâd had. Maybe youâd done something wrong, pissed somebody off, and theyâd put a curse on you.
That guy on Tuesday, the one in your section at table three, the one whoâd flirted with you relentlessly and then called you a bitch when you turned him down. Maybe heâd fucked up your week. It certainly had thrown you off-balance enough that by Friday night you were demanding Saturday off because you couldnât take it anymore. Thankfully you had sick days saved up.
The elevator is still out of order, and you have to make the hike up three flights of stairs. A normal week that would be fine, but tonight each step sounds like echoes of bullshit. You wonder if Jason will be waiting or if heâs already gone for the night.
That pisses you off too. Heâs always running away. Youâve never spent an entire night together â no, that would be asking too much of somebody who thinks of themself as some sort of savior of a city that could not give less of a shit about him. Heâs like a goddamn cat, coming and going as he pleases, with a set of morals to match. What are you to him? Is your apartment some sort of fucking safe house?
What the fuck is he planning with you? Is he even planning anything, or is he just here to get his dick sucked?
You forget to remind yourself to rein it in before you shove open the door to your apartment. The first thing you see is Jasonâs mask on your kitchen counter next to a sink full of dishes. Your bag drops to the floor with a loud thud.
Jason gets up from the couch. Heâs half in his uniform; the leather jacket is thrown over the back of the couch along with the multitude of holsters. He walks up like nothing in the world is wrong and leans in to kiss you.
You turn your head. His lips land on the corner of your mouth. He grips your chin in gloved hands and turns you back to him to steal the kiss you donât want to give.
âStop.â You shove his hand down.
âWhatâs wrong?â Judging blue-green eyes look you up and down underneath a furrowed brow and a curl of white. You roll your eyes and push past him, not bothering to be pleasant when your shoulder meets his arm.
He doesnât do anything. Doesnât reach out. Just stands there, staring at you as you head to the wardrobe by your bed and rip out clothes to wear.
He takes a few steps and stops by the kitchen counter. Thereâs no space to hide in the studio apartment except the bathroom, so you gather your clothes to take them in there to change. He blocks your path. âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, again. âDid something happen?â
âNothing happened.â You could cut skin with the sharpness in your tone. âDonât you have somewhere to be?â
âHere, I think,â he says. âIf you donât want to talk ââ
âI donât,â you snap. âIâm tired and I want to go to bed, so can you get out of the way and go do your stupid â whatever it is you fucking do, Jason!â
Thatâs not how you meant for it to come out, but you donât come to that realization until too late â by then his eyes are narrowed with hurt and his fists are clenched at his sides, his mouth closed tightly, his feet taking a step back for you to move past. You donât, not right away, frozen with the fear in your gut that you just fucked up something.
Jason lifts his hand, gestures for you to walk. It hurts your entire body to take that step.
You watch from the bathroom door as he clips on his holsters. âIâm sorry,â you whisper.
He nods, pulls on his jacket. âOkay.â
Okay is a brick to the head. You watch him put on the mask, and the Jason you know disappears. The Red Hood looks at you for a moment before leaving through the fire escape. You fucked up.
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Sleep doesnât come until the sun does. You spent the night waiting for Jason to return, but he never does, and you fall asleep with tear-stained cheeks and tired eyes just as the morning light is peeking through your window. Hours later, after nightmares that have nothing to do with him, you wake up to the smell of coffee wafting through your apartment, and the sounds of the street below â cars honking, people talking and laughing. Music plays from somewhere and knocks on your skull, furthering the birth of a headache.
âGood morning,â Jason says dully.
You sit up halfway and frown at him in the armchair by the window. Heâs out of uniform, now in a black tank top and a pair of black sweats. You want to admire his arms and chest, the muscles and the scars that mark him, tell his storyâŚbut you canât, not now. Thereâs a new injury, still red and raw, on the knuckles of his right hand.
Thereâs also a tray of food on your nightstand, where the coffee you smelled in your sleep sits next to a plate of french toast and a bowl of berries sprinkled with sugar. You glance at it.
Jason frowns. âOr, good afternoon. Sleep bad?â
You sit up more, pulling your knees in. âYeah. Iâm sorry,â you say, voice breaking. âIâm really â I didnât mean it, Jay. Iâm really sorry.â
He nods. âI think you meant it.â
You bite your tongue, but it does nothing to stop the tears that bubble at the corners of your eyes. You shake your head, and open your mouth to say no, you didnât, that you were just angry at everything in that moment, but he speaks first.
âItâs okay.â Jason runs a finger absentmindedly over his injured knuckles as his gaze remains on you. âI figure itâs not easy. I didnât think weâd get this far, honestly. I thought youâd be tired of me.â
âIâm not,â you rush out with a choke.
He nods again. Youâre beginning to hate that, but you say nothing, instead squeezing the fabric of your blanket to hold back your fears. âAre you sure? Itâs okay if you are. We canâŚâ His voice trails off and his gaze drops away from you to the floor. âStop here, if you want. It might be better for you.â
âNo.â You sound like a toy with a broken squeaker. You swallow, clear your throat, fight the tremble in your body to repeat the words, firmer and more sure. âNo. I donât want to stop here.â
Jasonâs eyes jump back up to meet yours. âAre you sure?â
âVery. I'm sorry,â you say, more confident now as his gaze softens. âI didn't mean it, Jay, really. I've justâŚit's been a shitty week. I didn't mean to take it out on you.â
âOh.â Surprise flashed over his face. âNext time just tell me. I can help youâŚwith your frustrations.â
The breakfast he brought sits at the back of your mind. You don't think that's what he meant, not with the way his mouth curls around his final words. âWhere'd you get breakfast?â You ask.
âThat place downtown. Remember the one on the water we went to last month?â
âYou went all the way downtown to get me breakfast?â A soft laugh escapes your lips, something you didn't think possible moments ago. Then it hits you. âDid you think I was mad at you?â
Jason stands up suddenly and stops by the bed, towering over you and blotting out the sun with his broad frame. The weight of the morning seems to lift from your shoulders at the delicious sight of him, and you can finally take him in as he deserves, dragging your eyes down from the scar on his cheek to his body, muscle rippling under tanned skin. The autopsy scar cuts across his chest and dips under the dark fabric of his fitted tank. You stop short of the waistband of his sweats and wrench your eyes back up. The ache between your thighs demands otherwise, however.
âI guess I should make it up to you. Last night.â You run your fingers lightly down his arm, tracing over a vein that runs down his forearm, until you reach his hand. You take it in yours and press your lips just above his knuckles. âWhat would you like?â
Jason smirks. âI was thinking the opposite. Gonna take care of you, get your mind off whatever's pissing you off.â
You blink up at him. âWhat? No. I wasâŚI was mean. I should ââ
His large hand keeps you in place as it grips your cheeks and his mouth crashes on yours, silencing any protest you might have had left. Spit connects your lips as he breaks from you. âLay down,â he orders, breath hot on your skin.
You throw yourself back onto the pillows. Jason grins, a dark look in his eyes, one you've come to know well. You've wondered before if it's the same look he gets when he's on the streets at night, but you hope not.
âUh-uh, princess. On your stomach.â
You roll onto your belly without second thought, sticking your ass in the air for him. Your attire is far from sexy, an oversized shirt (Jason's) and a pair of pajama bottoms that hang off your hips, but he quickly remedies that problem by tugging off your shirt before pulling down your pants, leaving you in nothing but gray cotton panties. He snaps the band once before slipping them down your ass and legs.
If he was being honest, he'd admit this was his favorite view, you ass up, face down, pussy already slick with arousal. Yeah, he likes all versions of you, but this one hits him differently, twisting his stomach into anxious knots and rushing all blood to his cock. He strains against his sweats, has to fight the urge to stuff you full of him this very second.
Jason swallows. âKeep that ass up,â he instructs, lifting off his own shirt now. You bite your bottom lip, savoring the reveal of his upper body. He places a knee on the edge of the bed and moves out of view, positioning himself behind you.
âYou want to tell meâŚâ His breath brushes over your slit, hot and cold at the same time. âWhat happened? Why are you so upset?â He blows gently on your clit, sending a shock through your body. You push back in an attempt to connect with his mouth but he pulls away.
âItâs stupidâŚitâs not â ahâŚâ Cheek pressed into the pillow, your gasp is still audible enough to motivate his tongue, causing it to dart out from his lips to flick your clit again. His hands keep you in place with a solid grasp on the back of your thighs, preventing you from trying once more to quicken his pace.
Another lick, this one longer, slicking up through your folds. Your eyelids flutter, mouth suspended in a moan against the flower-patterned pillowcase. In an effort to keep still, you squeeze the life out of the pillow as your core burns with impatience.
This time Jasonâs tongue presses inside, deep enough you feel the tip of his nose against your slit. One hand lets go of your thigh so he can press the pad of his thumb to your clit, making small, teasing circles. His tongue retreats and you nearly cry. âIf itâs stupid, then why take it out on me?â
The question ruins the work heâs doing. Your cheeks flush red, guilt bubbling in your stomach. âI shouldnât have,â you say. âThe week â rough mm ââ
His tongue shoves back inside your heat as he works his thumb with more sincerity, clearly seeking to see you undone. Your body trembles in his grip and the fight to keep still and not shove your whole cunt in his face starts to feel impossible. His hand brushes up your thigh to cup your ass, lifting you higher for him. âMake you feel better,â he whispers, the words vibrating against your pussy. âYou want that? Kiss away your problems.â
You mumble against the pillow. âUh-huhâŚI wantâŚâ
Jason runs a finger through your folds, teasing the entrance with the thick digit, and lowers his lips to capture your swollen clit in them. âMm. What do you want, princess?â
âJay.â At the moment you want to kick him, make him stop teasing with his fingers threatening to sink inside your heat but never making the connection, his lips brushing your clit, every word a jolt that doesnât complete. You whine, squirming in his grip. He tightens his hold on you in response and pulls his mouth away from your cunt completelyâŚto bite you on the fat of your ass.
You cry out, jerk your head around to glare at him. âWhat the fuck, Jason?â
Jason smirks, kissing the same spot. Heat emanates from the mark left behind by his teeth, a pulsating type of warmth that echoes in your core. It feltâŚgood, maybe. But you don't want him to know.
âWhat do you want?â He repeats the question with his lips pressing your ass again, teeth scraping the skin like a threat.
He always does this â wants you to say it. Exposed as you are, arousal dripping down your thighs in his face, you still find it difficult to get the words out. Clothes on, maybe you've got an attitude â last night proved that completely â but like this, under him? You whine into the pillow. All that does is get him to sink his teeth into your soft flesh again, this time the back of your thigh. Your walls clench desperately around nothing.
âWant you to fuck me,â you mumble, whiny and feeling hot.
The tip of his finger presses inside your slit. You inhale, forget to exhale, as he takes his time sinking into you. âLike this?â He drags his finger almost out. You tighten around the digit instinctively, refusing to let go even though it's not exactly what you're looking for. This ache cries for something bigger, deeper.
Jason adds a second finger and scissors them in your cunt, stretching you out. His other fingers pinch your clit lightly. âSo wet,â he whispers, almost too low for you to hear. âFor me. All thisâŚhuhâŚâ
You try to glance back, realizing he is talking to himself. He mumbles against your cunt words you can't make out, and fuck if it doesn't stoke the fire in your belly, the way his lips wrap your clit with intent, fingers fucking into you slowly, coiling you tight. He moans as he sucks. You watch him through clouded eyes, his free hand palming the front of his sweats, his cock in desperate need of some friction.
âJay, please,â you whisper. Why is your voice breaking? âFuck me now. Iâm sorry.â
He pulls his fingers free, leaving you empty, and runs both hands up your thighs to your lower back as he gets up on his knees. The touch continues up your spine and guides you to flatten on the bed with your thighs pressed together, your skin soaked. He leans to whisper in your ear. âI know. Itâs okay.â He sighs, and presses his lips to your neck. âYou scared me. Iâve neverâŚâ He laughs softly, shifting above you as he pushes down his sweatpants. The bed shifts but he keeps you in place, sits on the back of your thighs, and kisses your cheek. âNever been scared like that.â
You twist to look up at him but can barely turn halfway with his weight holding you down. âI wonât do it again. Promise,â you say.
Jason says nothing. Thereâs no smile on his lips, but a tender look in his eyes remains locked on your face. He swallows. âIâŚâ His mouth hangs open, a thought just on the tip of his tongue that doesnât complete. Lips move, but nothing comes out.
âWhat?â You run your fingers up his arm, his hands on either side of you the only piece you can comfortably reach.
He exhales shakily. âIâŚuh, youâre beautiful.â He wets his lips before leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. âGorgeous. Canât wait to make you a fucking mess.â
You roll your eyes. Jason straightens up and places a hand on your lower back as the other grips his cock. The tip nudges your entrance, and you arch and lift as best you can to urge him on. He fills you achingly slow, spreading you open and stealing your breath until he bottoms out. His hips sit flush against your ass as he gathers your hair in one fist, tugging it gently out of the way for him to press his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.
His teeth sink in â this time there isnât an ounce of protest in your cry and your walls clench around him as he leaves his mark. His hips pull back and snap forward roughly, slamming the head of his cock into your cervix. You grab onto his hand where it fists the mattress for stability as he repeats the move. He flattens his hand and laces his fingers through yours.
The bed creaks underneath you, the headboard smacking the wall almost as loud as the sound of skin meeting skin and the squelch of your needy cunt. Jason fucks a quick rhythm, hardly pulling out enough and never leaving you empty, like he can't stand the feeling of being apart from you right now. Neither can you, your walls clenching around his cock every slight draw backwards, slick coating his length. You squirm, make small circles with your hips that pull groans deep from his throat.
âFuck yes,â Jason pants, pulling on your hair and lifting your head from the pillow. He watches where his cock is sucked into your greedy hole, mesmerized with how well you take him, how you can't keep still because you need him that bad. âThat's good, babyâŚdon't stop. That's a good girlâŚâ He leans forward for another taste, biting into your shoulder as his pace shortens, thrusts becoming animalistic and hard.
Your lungs constrict, hardly able to suck down air from his weight on you, and moving becomes impossible. He jerks on your hair to expose your neck further to him and give his teeth purchase on your throat. Your hand almost breaks from his â would have, if he doesn't tighten his hand around yours the moment he feels you try to pull away. His cock grinds against your cervix with overwhelming pressure. You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out with pleasure. Another sink of his teeth in your neck has your legs trembling as the orgasm rocks your body, release dripping from your swollen cunt to soak your thighs and the sheets.
Jason grunts close to your ear. âClose, baby â fuck.â Lips press your cheek. His breath burns your already feverish skin. His words are strained, caught between heavy breaths. âWhereâŚdo you want â ahh â want me? Tell me, baby.â
âInside,â you choke out. The single word is a spell that undoes him. His body shudders under climax, cock desperate to press as deep inside you as possible as he comes. Inside your core it's hot, close to burning, as you clench around his twitching length. You can feel it, his release coating your walls, overflowing to drip down and mix with your fluids on the bed.
Jason rests his head on the pillow next to yours. Your hands, palms sweaty, remain tangled together, but you make no effort to pull them apart now. Instead you let your eyes close as you relish in the full feeling of him still inside you. Gradually his cock softens but stays snug, and you could almost fall asleep like thisâŚif it wasn't for the need to breathe.
Jason, on the other hand, seems to have gotten too comfortable. He snores softly next to your ear, and you almost feel guilty jostling him awake. âJay. Jay, can't breathe.â
He groans as he lifts himself, cock slipping free at last with a soft plop that reddens your cheeks. You startle as you feel his fingers brush your sore slit. He mumbles to himself.
âStop,â you say, shivering. Not that you don't want it, butâŚyou feel too exposed like this, knowing he's devouring you with his eyes, taking in the mess he's made.
Jason leans to kiss your cheek. âSorry. Let me get you cleaned up.â
âNo.â It comes out so fast, surprising both of you. You turn onto your back, self-conscious of the dripping down your ass when you do. âIt's fine. I'll take a shower later. Just lay down for now.â
The bed shifts as he collapses next to you, pulling you into his arms. You nuzzle his chest and find his heart beat, still fast, not yet come down completely. His fingers make lazy circles on your arm. You want to sleep, but any thought of it seems to have faded, and all you can think about now is staying in this moment.
âDo you work tonight?â Jason asks.
âNo.â You match his circles with traces of your own, going over the scars on his chest with light fingertips. âI took a sick day. Go back in Tuesday.â
He inhales deep and sighs, rolling you with the motion. âI won't go out tonight,â he says. âThere's nothingâŚimportant. I'll stay here, if that's okay with you.â
âYeah. Yeah, that's alright.â You prop your chin on his chest to look up at his face. His smile is soft, dreamlike. âWhere do you live anyway?â
Jason shrugs a shoulder. âI've got a couple places.â
âOh, really? Is one of them, like, an abandoned warehouse? A cardboard box under a bridge?â
He laughs. âYou think I'm homeless?â
You hadn't really thought about it before, but the signs are there. âYou always shower here. Your clothes are here, your toothbrush, and I've never seen your placeâŚyou just appear out of nowhere. I mean, shoe fits.â
âI like it better here,â he says.
âThen why not stay?â
He shrugs again, but this time it's almost sheepish the way he glances away, like he can't look at you. âStay,â you say, before he can object, find some excuse. âI mean it. Move in with me. You pretty much live here anyway.â
Jason reaches to the tray on the nightstand and picks up the cup. He takes a sip and frowns before replacing it on the tray. âCoffee's cold. Let me up so I can make a new pot.â He starts to sit up, pulling his arm away and letting you fall softly to the pillow.
You stare at his scarred back as he tugs on his sweats again. âJason, we're talking.â
He shakes his head. âLater. I have to think about it.â
Maybe an hour ago he was upset because you hadn't talked to him, hadn't told him what was wrong. He'd been scared. And now you can only stare at him in the kitchen, scooping coffee grounds into a thrift store coffee maker. You don't reach out. You don't know what you're supposed to say.
You say nothing. A scream bubbles in your gut but goes nowhere.
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This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.
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