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⟢ My name is King!! I go by They/She and I’m 21!! I don’t write as often as I wish. But I try to when I’m able!
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Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Jayce (League of Legends)/Reader, Jayce (League of Legends), Reader, impulsive decision really, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Dry Humping, bring back dry humping, jayvik nation I blame thee, Light Dom/sub, Sub Jayce (League of Legends), light degradation, Teasing, Orgasm, Orgasm control
Summary: You had him wrapped around your finger. No wonder it was so hard to focus. “Well since you’ve been so good so far, I suppose I can comply just this once— Talis.” You purr, letting your hand on his chest drift away, and downwards.
“Please don’t tease me like this— it’s making it hard to—.”
His breath hitched as he tensed against your warm and meticulous touch. Your fingers dancing across his chest to tease at his clothed nipple. Your other hand weaving into his dark hair, damp at the nape.
“Hard to do what, hun?” You whisper against his chin, your lips brushing against his incandescently exposed clavicle. Your teeth grazing over his bobbing Adam’s apple.
He was trying really hard not to meet your eyes. Knowing it would break his demeanor quickly. Good. You loved to see him ruined by you.
“Fffffocus.” Jayce is able to gasp out, his big arms grasping the head of the chair you sat in.
You sat in the chair, the back rested against the desk behind you. Notes and journals strewn across the desk had tumbled to the cold tile below from you and the scientist’s clamber into the seat inside his vast lab. Your hands tangled up, embracing the man that straddles your lap— you had him right where you wanted him. A tweak of your hand, a pinch from your fingers— even your thigh bucking up to rub against the heat between his legs. You had him wrapped around your finger.
No wonder it was so hard to focus.
“Well since you’ve been so good so far, I suppose I can comply just this once— Talis.” You purr, letting your hand on his chest drift away, and downwards.
The hot breath he had been so sweetly whimpering into your ear picked up a pace as you leisurely made your way down to where you knew he was beginning to ache against those tight ass pants.
You tenderly danced a finger against the hardness between his legs, leaning your head forward to make contact with his neck the moment your hand started to roughly grope him over his slacks.
He blubbered and whimpered into your ear, his temple resting atop your head as he white knuckled the back of the chair. He bucked his hips into your hands as you nibbled delicately at his collarbone, then slowly pursued to nip at his chin— then agonizingly slowly down to his lower neck again.
The man that powerfully shook the council, who molded and shaped Piltover to his will, who sweated and bled over a painstakingly conscientious project known as Hextech— was rendered to putty by your hands, your lips and tongue. A pathetic mess for you to play with. To savor. To devour.
And this pleased you.
Pleased you so much you let both hands glide up to his hair again to draw his attention back to your lust heavy eyes. His golden ones stared at you with a round fondness. Tears welled in his eyes and perspiration and fervor caused a pink to dust his cheeks.
Desire and such a deep carnal expression that almost made you moan and ravage him right then and there. Your half lidded eyes stared at his wide and eager ones. Overcome by this longing you pull him closer by his ruffled hair.
“Kiss me.” You say with such a ferocity it caused the man to moan again.
His lips are chapped and dry, wetted by yours alone. He tastes faintly of the wine you both had been indulging at from the gala only moments ago— needy and eager he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip awaiting the entry he so desired. You ached for it too, and compiled— only to thrust your own tongue forward, keen to discover every detail and groove inside him.
You know you had promised no teasing, but you couldn’t help it when you moved a hand back down to your prior spot on his nipple, with every thrust from your tongue as you fucked his mouth, you pinched and squeezed his sensitive nipples. The sweet little sounds that escaped him only spur you to do it more. Earnest to reward your antics with more lovely noise. Simply sensual music to your ears.
You became aware of friction against your thigh as you plunged your tongue deeper into his agape mouth. A new sensation as the man above you continually bucked his hips— his cock rubbing against your thigh. You smile into the kiss as you nudge his growth with your knee. He grunts and continues his rutting with a newfound vigor.
You nibble at his lip and start rubbing from his chest down to his waist and back up. Allowing him the pleasure of a new sensation alongside is furious humping.
But you didn’t let his hands wander.
Every time he began to descend to offer you the same pleasure, you would thrust your leg up to make contact in between his legs, rewarding you with a yelp each time.
“No Talis, only you get the fortitude of this moment.” You tut, grazing your leg against him again. You glide your hand from his chest to grab his waist. Holding him down against your moving leg. He squirmed into your touch as you repeatedly brushed into his most sensitive spots.
“Let me make you feel good, pretty boy.” You murmured into his panting mouth. “I want you to know how crazy you make me, let me ruin you.” With a new fervor you kissed him, and you found him kissing you back with the same craving desire.
You melted into it and held onto his waist tighter, using it as an anchor for the both of you as he began thrusting into your thigh with a lewdness you found so erotic.
With a final spasm and a strangled cry you were sure all of Piltover and even the depths of Zaun blushed over— Jayce Talis, the face of Hextech, quaked against your thigh and then collapsed into your arms. The spot he straddled on your thigh hot and wetter than it had originally been.
Panting in each other’s arms, for a long moment of breathing and soaking in each other’s warmth. No one spoke. It wasn’t until Jayce had evened out and begun to sheepishly pepper kisses on your neck did you open your maw.
“Dear Jayce, did you just finish on my thigh?” You tease, sensually nipping at his exposed ear lobe.
He freezes, unsure how to continue this topic. His large hands find their way to your waist— sending a shiver down your spine. “I apologize, we haven’t even made it to silken sheets— and I’ve made a mess of you pa—.”
“My dear, I jest—.” You assure, shrugging him off your shoulder to meet your erotic gaze. Always such a gentleman. “Besides,” You jump your thigh into the now wet spot between his legs, earning another whimper. “This is only the beginning of your undoing, Talis.”
Another guttural and longing sound escapes his mouth as he pulls you by the waist for another deep kiss. You accept and begin palming at his cock again. This was going to be a long night.
thinking about jason todd waking you with the soft press of his lips against your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses down to your collarbone. he whispers sweet words and reassurances between each one, his warm hand gliding over your arm before settling at your waist, tugging you closer until your bodies are flush. he presses his morning wood against your thigh in a quiet invitation, patient and content whether you take it or leave it. but if you do? his hand slips beneath the sheets and into your panties, a thick finger sliding through your folds while his thumb circles your clit with lazy affection, making sure you’re slick and ready. “such a sleepy princess,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep as his fingers explore you deeper. “you’re so pretty like this,” he breathes against your ear, hips slowly grinding against your thigh. and when you’re finally wet enough, he pushes into you with a deep, sexy groan, burying his face in the curve of your neck as his slow, sleepy and lazy thrusts take you both over the edge.
Tags: First Kiss, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Protective Jason Todd, ? kinda, Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, spiderman kiss, yes I did that cliche, no beta we die like jason, Jason Todd is Built Like A Tank, Mask Stays On, the mask chat stays ON, low-key the kiss is lewd asf, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Masks, Civilian Reader-Insert, Blood and Violence
Summary: He didn’t turn to look at you. “... will I ever see you again?” You find yourself meekly asking.
A ghost of a smile crosses your face. “God, I hope so.” And like that, he was gone. Into the night.
or, spiderman kiss trope..
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You were forced behind him by the red clad individual. You yelped and threw your hands over your head as gunshots keeled into the dark night. You trembled as you descended to the ground– heart pummeling in your temples as you feared what would come next…
Nothing. Nothing came, you peaked behind the armored leg that had been shielding you from the onslaught– muggers. Muggers had come at you on your originally innocent walk home from work. You were done for, for sure– but before hands could find you, a figure built like a fucking tank had jumped from the rooftops. You assailants were fleeing, the gunshots hadn't landed on them from what you could tell, somehow you were relieved.
A strong hand was grabbing you by your bicep and pulling you into a standing position. You breathed heavily against the brick wall, your hands still gripping his jacket.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” A voice crackled through the mic in his helmet. Red Hood. You registered him as the violent vigilante the news painted him to be. But he didn’t seem too bad as he checked you over for any injuries. Despite your lack of answer, he seemed content in finding you uninjured. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and used gentle leather-clad hands to pry his jacket out of your white-knuckled grip.
The lilt in your voice came as the nerves calmed enough for you to find it. “Wait!” You would call after him breathlessly, voice catching roughly in your throat as you watch the dark figure ascend the fire escape. Adrenaline still high, blood still pulsing in your ears, you stumble after him.
In the shadows of the back of the alley, you saw the crimson glint of his helmet as he paused at your urgent tone. Your knees still shaking from the attack you leaned against the wall as you made your way to the fire escape, far over your head.
“You saved me, surely I could do something in return? I don’t have much money but..” You started to scramble for your bag, fingers shaking roughly, either from adrenaline rush or from the chill autumn night. You didn’t care.
“No.” He would say bluntly, causing you to still, leaning his hip on the fire escape railing, his red helm catching the gleam of the moon as he looked down at you. “There is no need.”
You would blink at him, not wanting to take no as an answer, surely there was some sort of hospitality you could offer in… wow he was really staring at you. You were grateful for the darkness because there was a definite heat flushing over your neck while being studied.
“Well…” You would let out a shaky nervous laugh, shifting awkwardly on your feet. “I would've been another Gotham News horror story if it wasn't for you… so… thanks.” You smirk and run a hand across your warm brow, “I really am thankful, could kiss you right now I’m seriously grateful-–.” You flushed at your rambling and quickly looked down at your feet.
“Oh, really?” The masked vigilante definitely had a smirk in his voice as he leaned over the railing, pulling himself over the side with surprising ease for his hulking figure, hooking his legs on the metal until his face was even with yours. He crossed his arms, red helm staring at you– you were sure an eyebrow was raised under the mask. He chuckled, something rough from disuse and husky. “I wouldn’t mind, doll,” your heart leaped at his flirtatious tone, “but you don’t need to offer me anything.”
Your breath had started to slow, but you gapped at the closeness– your breath white and bated in the night chill. You had been joking, of course, but as your eyes flickered across his form dangling in front of you– as you remembered how effortlessly he had taken out your assailants, you found the thought of his lips on yours more appetizing than you would ever admit.
You flashed your tongue across your dry lips, feeling his eyes on them. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t mind.” You reached a shaking finger up to dance across the smooth metal of his mask. Before it made contact, a larger gloved one shot to engulf yours– firm, but gentle enough to not cause you harm.
You were not going to make the effort to take off his mask, but his caution was warranted. You moved your trapped hand to twine your fingers with his own, carefully, tenderly– as if to not spook him. You smiled softly, reaching your other hand to cup the metal helm. The once confident vigilante didn’t have a single word on his lips, stilled and waiting for your next move.
You lean forward, lips parallel to where you could guess his lips probably were under his red mask. Your breath fogged against the metal, your lips parted slightly as you closed the gap. Hand moving to cup his chin, you felt his free hand reach to cup your own. Your lips were shocked at the chill from the metal, but you still pressed your lips into a peck against the mask. You felt the leather of his gloves firm against your chin, his other hand tightening slightly on where you were intertwined. For such a silly and simple gesture, the indirect kiss felt surprisingly… intimate.
After a pregnant pause, you lean back. Your hand on his chin had at some point lowered to his cheek, he was leaning into the touch as if he could feel it through the mask. You gave him a lop-sided grin, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“Was that everything you hoped and dreamed for, Red?”
Another pause, his hand on your chin drifted to the hand you had on his face. He grunted, “No, ma’am.” He would say throatily, voice dropping. He guided the hands both to his chin, you felt a release against his helm, and with some extra urging– you pressed the release.
A sharp hiss as vents opened and you watched as the mask loosened around his lower face. Remembering how strict heroes were with ‘identities’ and such, you were quick to close your eyes. You relied on your other senses instead as your heart hammered in your ears. Gloved hands guided you to the helm again as you realized he wanted you to hold it. You paused, he wanted his identity in the hands of a girl he just met? Not that you planned to reveal him– you considered the weight of this moment.
Or maybe the Red Hood just got around a lot.
You decided to not dwell on it.
Gloved hands were back on your face, one on your cheek and the other snaking into your hair. You froze, breath baited as you anticipated what came next– your tongue wetting your lips again in a nervous way. The moment you were prepared for never came, and you shifted your weight nervously. Finally, his rough voice cut into the cool night, hesitant and unsure. The soft request was almost unheard, but you smiled delicately at it when you did.
“May I kiss you? ” He had asked, voice catching as he cleared it awkwardly.
You felt his hand on your chin shake as he waited for your permission. The request was enough to make you want to kiss him more. Briefly, you wondered at how you had gotten into this mess in the first place, but found you were grateful as you closed the gap, not giving yourself time to back out.
The hand he had in your hair quickly tightened as your lips met. The kiss started out chaste and light as you blindly sought his lips. Surface level kisses as you both found your footing. His were chapped and rough against your wetted soft ones. You felt a scar that went ragged from his chin to his cupid’s bow, a smile playing across your mouth as you mapped out his lower half with your lips. He grunted at the awkwardness of your blindness– using the hand holding your jaw he navigated your needy mouth to his own.
He tasted faintly of cigarettes, and, despite his rough persona, he met your lips with a gentleness that made you melt. Caressing your lips like they were fragile and prone to break. It was a hesitant intimacy, he didn’t want to cross any boundaries and it was apparent. You deepened the kiss, hoping to get the point across– you wanted him.
He made a sound you could only describe as a moan against your lips– teeth scraping yours as he pulled you in closer.
You leaned back to catch your breath, only to chuckle as his lips eagerly followed his retreating ones, “Hold on Red, I gotta breathe, babe.” He was so meek about it a second ago. But as you fought the blush, his now wet lips peppered across lips as you panted for air, stubble scratching against your chin. Well, if you passed out from lack of air– perhaps this was a good way to go. You dived back in.
He kissed you hungrily, deep against your lips he was generous with the sounds he voiced. Teeth tender yet ardently played with your bottom lip, his tongue lapping at your own. Like a starved man he devoured your eager lips faithfully. He worshipped your mouth with his own, praising your taste vocally . The tenderness was there, but masked with the hunger of a beast.
At some point, your hands let go of the mask to pull him in deeper from the leather jacket he had on. His tongue danced across yours and you found you didn’t want to let go– maybe you should get mugged more often, if it brought shy heroes to your lips.
His swollen lips pressed a final wet kiss to yours, the eager roughness gone and replaced by the softness from the beginning. Your eyes were still closed as you panted and leaned against his still dangling body, withholding a moan of disappointment as he withdrew from you completely.
His helmet hissed and was back on his face, but you still stayed with your eyes closed, reliving the moment with a blush across your face. You only looked up as you realized the moment himself was already retreating up the fire escape.
“Wait!” You called out to him for the second moment of the night. Breathless and legs shaking for a different reason. You see the red glint as the man paused at your words. He didn’t turn to look at you. “...will I ever see you again?” You find yourself meekly asking.
A soft raspy chuckle left the vigilante, you flickered your eyes down to him adjusting his pants. A ghost of a smile crosses your face. “God, I hope so.” And like that, he was gone. Into the night.
You blinked. And then you blinked again. Wow. You turned and began the walk home, gripping your bag and trying not to freak out at the freaked out session you just had with the dreaded Red Hood. The killer that served justice with his own code, who definitely wasn’t moaning hotly as fuck into your mouth moments prior. What.
You didn’t find yourself as nervous on the walk home, that same smile across your face again– as you noticed a glimmer of red on the roof tops. Ah, so Red was tailing after you on his patrol, keeping an eye on you. Returning you safely home.
As you closed your door behind you, you briefly considered leaving your window unlocked and– you fought that same blush from before. Nope. No you were not going to do that.
Your eyes flickered to your window facing the fire escape, dark thoughts. Dangerous thoughts.
Thank you everyone for the overwhelming support on this!! Here’s a little excerpt from the second part I’m working on…
You believe he would start out gentle, a hesitancy as he relies on your whimpers and whines to decipher what you enjoy, voice rough and staticky due to his red mask that hid him from you. The thrill of him being so close yet hidden gave you an edge.
Tags: First Kiss, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Protective Jason Todd, ? kinda, Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, spiderman kiss, yes I did that cliche, no beta we die like jason, Jason Todd is Built Like A Tank, Mask Stays On, the mask chat stays ON, low-key the kiss is lewd asf, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Masks, Civilian Reader-Insert, Blood and Violence
Summary: He didn’t turn to look at you. “... will I ever see you again?” You find yourself meekly asking.
A ghost of a smile crosses your face. “God, I hope so.” And like that, he was gone. Into the night.
or, spiderman kiss trope..
⊹ ₊ ݁.
You were forced behind him by the red clad individual. You yelped and threw your hands over your head as gunshots keeled into the dark night. You trembled as you descended to the ground– heart pummeling in your temples as you feared what would come next…
Nothing. Nothing came, you peaked behind the armored leg that had been shielding you from the onslaught– muggers. Muggers had come at you on your originally innocent walk home from work. You were done for, for sure– but before hands could find you, a figure built like a fucking tank had jumped from the rooftops. You assailants were fleeing, the gunshots hadn't landed on them from what you could tell, somehow you were relieved.
A strong hand was grabbing you by your bicep and pulling you into a standing position. You breathed heavily against the brick wall, your hands still gripping his jacket.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” A voice crackled through the mic in his helmet. Red Hood. You registered him as the violent vigilante the news painted him to be. But he didn’t seem too bad as he checked you over for any injuries. Despite your lack of answer, he seemed content in finding you uninjured. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and used gentle leather-clad hands to pry his jacket out of your white-knuckled grip.
The lilt in your voice came as the nerves calmed enough for you to find it. “Wait!” You would call after him breathlessly, voice catching roughly in your throat as you watch the dark figure ascend the fire escape. Adrenaline still high, blood still pulsing in your ears, you stumble after him.
In the shadows of the back of the alley, you saw the crimson glint of his helmet as he paused at your urgent tone. Your knees still shaking from the attack you leaned against the wall as you made your way to the fire escape, far over your head.
“You saved me, surely I could do something in return? I don’t have much money but..” You started to scramble for your bag, fingers shaking roughly, either from adrenaline rush or from the chill autumn night. You didn’t care.
“No.” He would say bluntly, causing you to still, leaning his hip on the fire escape railing, his red helm catching the gleam of the moon as he looked down at you. “There is no need.”
You would blink at him, not wanting to take no as an answer, surely there was some sort of hospitality you could offer in… wow he was really staring at you. You were grateful for the darkness because there was a definite heat flushing over your neck while being studied.
“Well…” You would let out a shaky nervous laugh, shifting awkwardly on your feet. “I would've been another Gotham News horror story if it wasn't for you… so… thanks.” You smirk and run a hand across your warm brow, “I really am thankful, could kiss you right now I’m seriously grateful-–.” You flushed at your rambling and quickly looked down at your feet.
“Oh, really?” The masked vigilante definitely had a smirk in his voice as he leaned over the railing, pulling himself over the side with surprising ease for his hulking figure, hooking his legs on the metal until his face was even with yours. He crossed his arms, red helm staring at you– you were sure an eyebrow was raised under the mask. He chuckled, something rough from disuse and husky. “I wouldn’t mind, doll,” your heart leaped at his flirtatious tone, “but you don’t need to offer me anything.”
Your breath had started to slow, but you gapped at the closeness– your breath white and bated in the night chill. You had been joking, of course, but as your eyes flickered across his form dangling in front of you– as you remembered how effortlessly he had taken out your assailants, you found the thought of his lips on yours more appetizing than you would ever admit.
You flashed your tongue across your dry lips, feeling his eyes on them. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t mind.” You reached a shaking finger up to dance across the smooth metal of his mask. Before it made contact, a larger gloved one shot to engulf yours– firm, but gentle enough to not cause you harm.
You were not going to make the effort to take off his mask, but his caution was warranted. You moved your trapped hand to twine your fingers with his own, carefully, tenderly– as if to not spook him. You smiled softly, reaching your other hand to cup the metal helm. The once confident vigilante didn’t have a single word on his lips, stilled and waiting for your next move.
You lean forward, lips parallel to where you could guess his lips probably were under his red mask. Your breath fogged against the metal, your lips parted slightly as you closed the gap. Hand moving to cup his chin, you felt his free hand reach to cup your own. Your lips were shocked at the chill from the metal, but you still pressed your lips into a peck against the mask. You felt the leather of his gloves firm against your chin, his other hand tightening slightly on where you were intertwined. For such a silly and simple gesture, the indirect kiss felt surprisingly… intimate.
After a pregnant pause, you lean back. Your hand on his chin had at some point lowered to his cheek, he was leaning into the touch as if he could feel it through the mask. You gave him a lop-sided grin, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“Was that everything you hoped and dreamed for, Red?”
Another pause, his hand on your chin drifted to the hand you had on his face. He grunted, “No, ma’am.” He would say throatily, voice dropping. He guided the hands both to his chin, you felt a release against his helm, and with some extra urging– you pressed the release.
A sharp hiss as vents opened and you watched as the mask loosened around his lower face. Remembering how strict heroes were with ‘identities’ and such, you were quick to close your eyes. You relied on your other senses instead as your heart hammered in your ears. Gloved hands guided you to the helm again as you realized he wanted you to hold it. You paused, he wanted his identity in the hands of a girl he just met? Not that you planned to reveal him– you considered the weight of this moment.
Or maybe the Red Hood just got around a lot.
You decided to not dwell on it.
Gloved hands were back on your face, one on your cheek and the other snaking into your hair. You froze, breath baited as you anticipated what came next– your tongue wetting your lips again in a nervous way. The moment you were prepared for never came, and you shifted your weight nervously. Finally, his rough voice cut into the cool night, hesitant and unsure. The soft request was almost unheard, but you smiled delicately at it when you did.
“May I kiss you? ” He had asked, voice catching as he cleared it awkwardly.
You felt his hand on your chin shake as he waited for your permission. The request was enough to make you want to kiss him more. Briefly, you wondered at how you had gotten into this mess in the first place, but found you were grateful as you closed the gap, not giving yourself time to back out.
The hand he had in your hair quickly tightened as your lips met. The kiss started out chaste and light as you blindly sought his lips. Surface level kisses as you both found your footing. His were chapped and rough against your wetted soft ones. You felt a scar that went ragged from his chin to his cupid’s bow, a smile playing across your mouth as you mapped out his lower half with your lips. He grunted at the awkwardness of your blindness– using the hand holding your jaw he navigated your needy mouth to his own.
He tasted faintly of cigarettes, and, despite his rough persona, he met your lips with a gentleness that made you melt. Caressing your lips like they were fragile and prone to break. It was a hesitant intimacy, he didn’t want to cross any boundaries and it was apparent. You deepened the kiss, hoping to get the point across– you wanted him.
He made a sound you could only describe as a moan against your lips– teeth scraping yours as he pulled you in closer.
You leaned back to catch your breath, only to chuckle as his lips eagerly followed his retreating ones, “Hold on Red, I gotta breathe, babe.” He was so meek about it a second ago. But as you fought the blush, his now wet lips peppered across lips as you panted for air, stubble scratching against your chin. Well, if you passed out from lack of air– perhaps this was a good way to go. You dived back in.
He kissed you hungrily, deep against your lips he was generous with the sounds he voiced. Teeth tender yet ardently played with your bottom lip, his tongue lapping at your own. Like a starved man he devoured your eager lips faithfully. He worshipped your mouth with his own, praising your taste vocally . The tenderness was there, but masked with the hunger of a beast.
At some point, your hands let go of the mask to pull him in deeper from the leather jacket he had on. His tongue danced across yours and you found you didn’t want to let go– maybe you should get mugged more often, if it brought shy heroes to your lips.
His swollen lips pressed a final wet kiss to yours, the eager roughness gone and replaced by the softness from the beginning. Your eyes were still closed as you panted and leaned against his still dangling body, withholding a moan of disappointment as he withdrew from you completely.
His helmet hissed and was back on his face, but you still stayed with your eyes closed, reliving the moment with a blush across your face. You only looked up as you realized the moment himself was already retreating up the fire escape.
“Wait!” You called out to him for the second moment of the night. Breathless and legs shaking for a different reason. You see the red glint as the man paused at your words. He didn’t turn to look at you. “...will I ever see you again?” You find yourself meekly asking.
A soft raspy chuckle left the vigilante, you flickered your eyes down to him adjusting his pants. A ghost of a smile crosses your face. “God, I hope so.” And like that, he was gone. Into the night.
You blinked. And then you blinked again. Wow. You turned and began the walk home, gripping your bag and trying not to freak out at the freaked out session you just had with the dreaded Red Hood. The killer that served justice with his own code, who definitely wasn’t moaning hotly as fuck into your mouth moments prior. What.
You didn’t find yourself as nervous on the walk home, that same smile across your face again– as you noticed a glimmer of red on the roof tops. Ah, so Red was tailing after you on his patrol, keeping an eye on you. Returning you safely home.
As you closed your door behind you, you briefly considered leaving your window unlocked and– you fought that same blush from before. Nope. No you were not going to do that.
Your eyes flickered to your window facing the fire escape, dark thoughts. Dangerous thoughts.
