#criminallyyoursfanfic

[texbook-swan]

just a taste

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant (Chronos) x gender neutral reader

tags: smut, gn! afab Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used to refer to reader), unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), PiV, hair pulling (m! receiving), dirty talk, Oracle is shorter than Chronos, Oracle and Chronos are switches but Oracle is primarily domming in this. <3

word count: 4k~

author's note: I needed to write hate sex with him so bad actually. His desperation and submissiveness bewitch me.

Spending the night patrolling some old bastard’s mansion wasn’t exactly how you wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Still, it wasn’t like you had much other choice. Loathe as you are to cater to the whims of politicians, they paid well when it came to personal security. Being a hero didn’t pay as much as people would expect, and your mom’s physical therapy bills needed to be paid.

That, and your morning had started with a vision of Chronos. The details around him were fuzzy as always, but you saw enough to know any plans you had for the night were thrown out the window.

You were single anyways.

Not for a lack of trying on your mother’s part. As you pass by a set of elaborate tapestries, you reminisce on how she’d go out of her way to point out potential suitors to you in public, even going so far as to set you up on a date with one of the volunteers who worked at the physical therapy center she went to.

Ash was nice and all, but you never managed to go on a second date, your plans always interrupted by a call for Oracle. After a third round of botched plans, the thought of dating left a bitter taste in your mouth. Even going out with your coworker Nik seemed pointless, despite your massive crush on the man.

You- Oracle, didn’t have time for a proper relationship. Villainy had ramped up in recent years, and adding more to your plate was a surefire recipe for disaster. Sleep became a luxury, the omnipresent Eye of Oracle becoming your bedside companion most nights.

It’d reached the point that even politicians had grown anxious, throwing money at various security agencies and heroes desperate enough for cash in order to have a semblance of safety.

The demand only rose when a congressman was found slaughtered in his own home, his bloated body swaying on a suspended meat hook.

Some speculated that a hero had gone rogue, fed up with the lack of protections heroes were given by the government. Others thought this was a new villain’s tacky debut, inspired by comic books and corporate franchising. Regardless of why, it had given other villains a source of hope, something to aspire to.

The killer’s notoriety only rose as time went on, police’s “investigation efforts” into who might have committed the gruesome crime coming up empty.

(Given their hiring standards, you’re not surprised. Pigs are pigs, regardless of how loud they squeal.)

Now, lawmakers were sent panicking left and right, attempting to bribe heroes like you into becoming their personal bodyguard. Your name alone was enough to send most common criminals packing, never mind your presence.

You’d scoffed when the first offer came in.

Oracle was a hero of the people. Betraying that- leaving your city vulnerable to criminals while you played guard dog- would go against everything your mother, and now you, fought for.

But when push comes to shove, you caved. Your mother’s medical bills needed to be paid off, and you could feel yourself breaking under the weight of your day job and Oracle. Your mother had insisted upon getting a job herself, but you couldn’t bear the thought of her taking on work in her fragile state.

So when Legislator Keck quoted a figure that would be enough to clear your mother’s medical debt, you agreed. The man had become a recent target of death threats and cryptic e-mails, but none had been deemed worthy of attention.

That is, until one of your sources told you that he had upset Chronos.

If your vision from this morning was anything to go by, tonight might be your best bet to catch Chronos once and for all.

You complete a quick sweep of one of the tea rooms before turning to the main hall, an array of musical-themed decor lining the walls. A golden theatre mask leers at you as you pass, and you shudder under its empty glare before a noise in the main office draws your attention.

An accompanying rustle confirms your suspicions, and you begin creeping towards the source. Silence settles over the house shortly afterwards, and the weight of it causes your breath to hitch- it’s as if the house itself was anticipating your next move.

When you reach the heavy wooden doors, you remind yourself of what’s at stake. The lives that would be saved if you bring in Chronos tonight.

With a quiet exhale, you roll your shoulders back and force open the door. It gives in far more easily than you expected, and you wince at the echoing impact of them hitting the wall.

However, your needless self-consciousness disappears instantly in place of shock. For all your mother had done to strengthen your mental fortitude, nothing prepared you for the sight of Chronos smugly draped atop Legislator Keck’s desk, chin propped up on his fist.

“Oracle, I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he purrs.

Yeah right. The city council would rather demolish the educational program in every district ten times over before it was willing to pay the wages of two heroes.

“Who else shows up to kick your ass on the regular?”

Keep him busy with talk, you remind yourself. As cunning as he may be, the man would gladly spend hours detailing the ingenuity of his plots.

Which gives you time to figure out how to apprehend him.

He moves to stand in one fluid motion, arm outstretched in a dramatic gesture.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. As flattered as I am that you’re spending the night with me, surely you have suitors lining up at your doorstep?”

As if. You’re a hero, and a professional one at that.

 Though now that you think of it, you wouldn’t be surprised if Chronos has fucked someone in his suit. He seems like the type to need a regular ego boost.

“You think I’d stoop low enough to date my own fans? Have some faith in me.”

Now what does he want with this room? Chronos isn’t stupid enough to not know the building plans of wherever he’s breaking in to, so what could he-

“Oh I have plenty~”

He continues on, fingers trailing down the collar of his suit.

“You’re telling me you don’t have anyone chasing after you out of that suit?”

Last you checked, the only person who’s ever bothered to make a pass at you in recent years has a wife and goes by the nickname of “Dick.” Frankly, you don’t think he’s ever said your name once in all your years of being coworkers.

Chronos leans back against the desk, head cocked to the side. Is he…presenting himself to you? You blanch at the absurdity of it all before noticing the folder peeking from behind him.

Really? That’s it? What could be so important about these papers?

“My personal life? You’ve gotten far too comfortable with me it seems.”

Comfortable enough that the metallic rumble of his taunting makes you feel something else other than disgust, but you’re not gonna unpack that right now.

“You can’t fault me for wanting to gauge the competition. Can’t be having someone else sweep you off your feet.”

Snapping his fingers, he looks at you in mock realization.

“Say, how about joining me on a date? As much as I love these little meetings of ours, I’d rather we meet under more…pleasurable circumstances tonight.”

Yeah, you would too. You’d get a real bit of pleasure seeing him behind bars. He’d probably be able to make prison orange work. Blue and orange are complimentary colors, right?

“A last minute date? Wow, you really know how to make someone feel wanted,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

His mask tips down in the same direction a moment later.

Fucking pervert, of course he’s staring at your chest. You can’t recall a single encounter with him where he hasn’t blatantly flirted with you, ogled you, or both.

Wait.

Physical attacks have been fruitless in the past, so that’s out of the question. And you’d have already quit your day job if you had the money for fancy gadgets.

So maybe…

 He chuckles, approaching you with his open arms, the documents left behind on the desk. Does he ever not take an opportunity to show off his arrogance? You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a theatre kid.

“I’d give you all the finery and flattery in the world you want, Oracle, but you don’t exactly make it easy.”

This is a terrible idea.

“I like a man who works for it.”

And with that, any chance of you salvaging your dignity has gone out the window.

Well. It’s not like anyone has to find out. Keck’s too old-fashioned to have more than a few cameras set up around his gate, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your sex tape with Chronos leaking for God and everyone to see.

He tilts his head.

“Is that so?”

You fantasize about seeing his mugshot plastered over every inch of the city.

Sauntering towards you, he takes in your form without an ounce of shame. Not that he’s ever acted with a semblance of shame in the first place, but the way he’s looking at you now makes you acutely aware of how close you are.

And how broad his shoulders are, but that’s neither here nor there.

Despite your last shreds of self-respect screaming at you that this is a decidedly un-heroic plan, you take the time to observe him as well, making sure to linger on his pectorals. He likes them enough to show them off every time he sees you, so you might as well validate him a little bit.

The belts on his jacket hang loose at his side, and you feel the sudden urge to tug on them.

“You seem rather tense, Oracle.”

“I wouldn’t be if my paycheck wasn’t riding on bringing your sorry ass in tonight,” you deadpan, glaring at the eyes of his mask.

“Half your paycheck? Those lousy dogs really don’t pay you well, hm?”

He inclines his head. You can almost taste his palpable disdain, despite it not targeted at you.

“You know, I’d be happy to provide for you, if given the chance.”

“That so? Bold words from a man whose sole mission in life is to make me chase after him day in and day out.”

He seems to preen at that. Jeez, least try to sound ashamed of yourself.

“Perhaps I can prove it to you.”

You can imagine the cocky grin behind his mask as you roll your eyes, leaning back to settle against the wall.

“Fine then.”

He balks at that, head rearing back faintly in shock.

“You’re…sure?”

“Don’t tell me you’re all talk, Chronos.”

That seems to do it, as he moves to kneel before you without a word, and oh- he looks good on his knees. You’d imagined him helpless before you before, shackles encircling his wrists as he’s taken away for good, but this.

Oh you could get used to this.

Desire curls hot in your gut as he slides his hands over your thighs, bringing them to settle over his shoulders. Your back lies steadily against the wall and you let out a small sigh at the sensation, head tipping back as Chronos settles himself more solidly between your legs.

You reach out, fingers tangling firmly in his hair to steady yourself as he rubs his face against the side of your thigh like an affectionate cat. Fine strands of hair slip through your fingers with ease, and you let him bask in your touch for a moment before moving his head back to your cunt, expecting him a witty retort or taunt.

Instead, he moans.

Noted.

Head dipping forward, the tip of his mask brushes against your clit, cold metal contrasting against the warmth of your skin in a way that makes a gasp sing from your lips.

Your fingers tighten, hips rocking against the mask once before you force yourself to still.

“Taking your sweet time?”

“You deserve that, at the least.”

He sounds dazed, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. The emotion behind the words hits you like a shock of water. Huh, didn’t take him as the soft sort. Last you checked, this man’s version of courtship involved killing anyone who touched a hair on your head.

Still, it’s perhaps the most honest thing he’s said to you, and…it’s unfairly attractive.

It takes you a moment before you notice him beginning to withdraw from where he’s nestled against you, hands splayed against your skin as if afraid to hold you.

“If-”

You don’t allow him to complete his sentence, tugging on a few strands of blonde hair with a click of the tongue.

“If I deserve it, shouldn’t you do your best to show your devotion to me fully?”

Hips shifted back, you lift up his chin.

“I want this, ok?”  

“And if I have to wait another second to have your mouth on me I’m throwing you into the police precinct and taking care of myself tonight.”

You don’t need to say anything after that.

A ripping noise tears through the air and you hiss, cold air greedily settling against your skin. You clench at the change in temperature, and you swear he jerks his hips against the air.

“I’ll send you the funds tomorrow morning?”

A twitch of irritation runs through you at him knowing the account that gets your bills paid, but you nod nonetheless.

“Surprised that’s even a question.”

He laughs a bit at that, tone low and amused before it raises into a moan as your fingers tighten their grasp on his scalp. Bastard.

He collects himself soon after, head tilted up at you in mischief.

“As much as I’d love for you to watch, I’ll have to ask that you keep your eyes off of me for a moment. Can’t go ruining my mystique and all.”

You turn your head to the side, busying yourself with reading the spines off one of the bookshelves as he removes his mask. You’re only able to read a few of the books- The Art of War, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes- before the sensation of his warm breath brushes against you.

He presses a few kisses to the insides of your thighs, nipping at the skin with a marked possessiveness. His hands slide up to grasp your ass, holding you steadily against him.

You’ve never even considered touching him outside of combat before now, but all of his former taunts- promises you had presumed to be empty, echo in your mind as he brushes his tongue against your slick folds.

He moves against you with reverence, nose brushing against the side of your clit with each movement. His tongue moves against you hot and firm, responding accordingly to every noise, every involuntary movement that escapes your waning self-control.  

The voracity of his desire threatens to consume you whole.

You find yourself biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your moans, and he notices quickly, detaching himself from you.

“Chronos-”

“Don’t hold back, now. I’ve waited far too long to hear you sing for me,” he shoots back, a demand that is far too breathless.

For a moment, you think he’s going to stop, tease you as he always does. But for once, he seems to be at a loss for words. If anything, your desperate reaction serves to spur him on even further, and he doubles back to eat you out with a renewed sense of tenacity.

The noises that come from the two of you are nothing short of obscene, and you can’t help but relish in the vulgarity of it all, chasing pleasure with every grind of your hips.

With only a sharp moan of his name as a warning, you feel your orgasm crash over you, head knocking back against the wall with a muted thud, the pain of it dulled by the pleasure singing in your veins as you rock your hips into Chronos’ waiting mouth.

He takes it all in stride- in delight, even, as he moans against you, tongue lapping at every drop of slick you’re willing to give.

“You taste even better than I dreamed,” he murmurs.

He lavishes your clit in soft kisses and kitten-licks as the last pleasurable aftershocks of your orgasm settle against your skin, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your plush ass.

When you finally pull away, your fingers smooth down the stray strands of blonde you had disheveled. He doesn’t seem to mind the state of disarray you’ve left him in- in fact, he seems to relish in the absentminded affection, head tipping back the slightest bit. He’d put on his mask again at some point, and you try to rid yourself of the small part of yourself that wishes he hadn’t.

The mask tilts back up towards you, and against all reason, you think it looks smug.

“Still unsatisfied?”

It takes you a moment for you to realize your thighs are still firmly clamped around the sides of his head. You respond faster than you can think.

“Your mouth isn’t the only good thing about you, is it?”

“Of course not.” You can feel a smirk curl your lips as his chest puffs out. Cute.

“Hm. Pity you’ve got nothing to show for it, then.” Feigning disinterest, you face the bookshelf from earlier. “Now if you don’t mind-”

You don’t get to finish before you’re thrown into imbalance.

Chronos lifts you without a second thought, carrying you over to Legislator Keck’s desk in quick strides. He’s considerate enough to set you down gently on the desk before throwing your legs over his shoulders, but from how his chest is heaving, you think that’s the last mercy you’re going to be spared.

With a click, he slides his belt loose, hands quickly working to undo his pants. You catch sight of a wet stain over his boxers before his cock rests in his hands, the tip shiny with his essence.

“Huh, guess VigilanteKisser wasn’t too far off,” you muse, mentally calculating the length of it before he pauses, and you think you’ve turned him off before he sinks into you without a word.

He lets out a shaky moan as his body bows before you, trembling as he adjusts to the sensation of you clenching around him in full.

“Fuck.”

You let him savor it for a moment, the stretch of him inside of you melting into pleasure.

It’s not long before you start grinding your hips back against his.

He’s quick to catch on, thrusting into you with an eagerness that nearly knocks you over the desk were it not for his hands holding your hips in place.

Attentive as ever, he adapts quickly to your reactions until you’re left gasping his name, hands reaching out to grasp onto his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself. He seems to relish in your touch- your desire for closeness as he loses himself in the sensation of you.

“You sound so good whining my name like that,” he gasps, his mask digging into your shoulder as he doubles over in pleasure. You can feel his hips begin to stutter, and reach up to jerk his head back, a broken moan rumbling through his mask.

“Finishing so soon, Chronos? Surely you’re not planning to leave me unsatisfied.”

His grip on your waist tightens at that- just for a moment.

“I would never.”

Theres a second where he caresses your hips before he reaches behind you, lifting a chair over to him with ease. You both hiss as he pulls himself out of you, a string of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks and lands against your sensitive cunt.

He situates himself in the chair with little fanfare, mind solely focused on nestling himself  between your thighs.

The sight of it reminds you of the cliche where a villain pets a cat before delivering a dramatic monologue and you suppress a chuckle, hand reaching out to stroke the crown of his head.

When settled, he spreads your thighs before looking up at you. You pause, before remembering the masks on your face. Right.

You tip your head upwards, closing your eyes for good measure before the familiar warmth of his mouth settles around you once more. His tongue, having already familiarized itself with your preferences, spares no expense in indulging in your pleasure. He laps at you like a starved man, throaty moans muffled.

“You really weren’t bluffing, huh,” you chuckle. He lets out a whine in response, and you feel your thighs stretch as he shoves his face even closer to your heat.

“So eager- fuck, are you getting off on this?”

He arches his back, the chair rolls back with his movement, and you’re able to see the curve of his ass practically begging for your attention. The office chair shifts as he moves, and you realize he’s desperately thrusting into nothing as he tastes you.

“How many times have you thought of this, hm? Having your mouth on me like this, your poor cock fucking against the air. Doesn’t feel as good as my pussy, I bet,” You coo sympathetically, stroking the fine strands of blonde hair brushing your thighs.

You hear him whine before he lets out a long, drawn out moan, and you realize with a thrill of delight that he’d cum hands free.

And despite the shudder wracking through his body, he continues to eat you out, fingers digging into your thighs. The chair bucks violently from his movements, and you faintly wonder if it’ll break.

“Please- wanna make you cum,” he gasps around your clit, kissing the tender bundle of nerves with reverence to punctuate the sentiment. You moan in satisfaction, desire curling hot in your gut as he continues to worship your pussy with hardly a breath to spare.

The second orgasm thrums through you, rippling through your body with a certain steadiness.  Rocking your hips loosely, you keep your hand on the back of Chronos’ head, pressing him firm against you. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, tongue lapping at you all the while.

When the sweat on your skin begins to cool, you finally release him, moving to gently scratch at his scalp.

He buries his face against your thigh, and you let out a disbelieving chuckle at how comfortable he seems. A rush of affection rises in you.

Eventually, he reluctantly pulls away, keeping his face down while reaching out to put on his mask once more.

“You…are incredible,” he laughs, hands smoothing down your thighs, “I’m-”

The sudden chirping of your wristwatch interrupts him, a notification appearing soon after.

Chronos inclines his head in response. Waiting.

“Keck’s been found dead. Detective said it’s best if you leave the mansion ASAP, we’ll update you if there’s any leads.”

You sigh. Good thing he paid you upfront.

Before you’re able to open your mouth, a heap of fabric flutters over your lap, the noise of fabric snapping through air coming from behind you.

You turn to see Chronos hanging halfway through the window, offering you a dramatic bow before disappearing from your view.

“Goodnight, Oracle! We should do this again sometime,” he calls.

Well, at least he left his jacket.

~~~~~

The next morning, you flip on the TV, the familiar cadence of the head anchor bouncing through the speakers.

“Morning News: Documents that implicate Legislator Brian Keck in fraud and embezzlement have been brought to the surface. The story is still developing, but sources cite that Keck had been dipping into the budget reserved for heroes and damage repair.”

A moment later, you get a notification from your wristwatch. 

Apparently, the city’s decided to reimburse you a pretty penny. While you’re sure they have to for legal reasons, the amount is rather generous by their standards. 

Another notification appears- this time from an unknown number. 

“<3”

a/n: i feel insane after writing this abhusidf. i hate this man . reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

[criminallyyoursvn]

Happy Birthday Nikolaos! I wrote a "fanfic" for Nik's birthday! Read it here it's a little spicy, but not explicit don't worry. Happy St. Patrick's Day! The "Criminally Yours" team is happy to have you all!

[criminallyyoursvn]

Oh this was such a fun read to wake up to! Hehe had me giggling and kicking my feet gosh so so funn! The dialogue was spot on! I’m like floored rn

First Ray and now Nik, I am once again under attack by a hot blonde yandere with superpowers. I was inspired by all the asks about people shipping Oracle and Chronos and I had to write something @criminallyyoursvn CW for Nik being a horny flirt, the internet being horny in general, and also guns.

"I don't know why you're so mad, Oracle," Chronos said, tilting his head to avoid the roundhouse kick you had aimed at his face. Your leg sailed gracefully through the air, dipping into a sweeping kick that he avoided with just as much ease. "If anything I did this city a service."

"You blew up a person's car! What kind of service is that?!"

"First of all, I thought we all agreed that billionaires aren't people," he caught the punch coming for his face, and then the next one, and all the ones after that. It was infuriating how easily he seemed to read you and respond in turn. "Second, it's not like anyone got hurt. Well, anyone important. Don't I deserve a reward for my hard work?"

"You deserve to be locked up in chains!"

"Oooh, kinky," Chronos's modulated voice purred, and you could almost hear the feral grin under the mask. "I'd let you lock me up any time baby, just say when. I'll even bring my own handcuffs."

"For fuck's sake!" Does this man have an off switch?! Your mother was right, you should have known better than to continue quipping with the villain, but you couldn't help it. The smugness rolling off his broad shoulders was aggravating. It needled you, made you want to have him on his knees begging for mercy.

Suddenly his head twitched, gaze slipping to something behind you. Not missing a second, you took advantage of his distraction and lunged.

"Get down!" To your surprise, the villain grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms, dipping you smoothly into a ballroom-worthy move.

Compounding your surprise was the sound of gunshots colliding with the tarmac. Your neck dropped backwards and you caught sight of a police officer clutching a gun that was still pointed at the two of you.

"What are you doing?!" You weren't sure who you were talking to at that moment, especially when Chronos twirled you up and out of the way until his body was squarely between you and the pistol. One arm wrapped around your waist while the hand of the other flung something at the panicked officer who began to scream and convulse as heavy volts of electricity shot through him.

"Looks like the party's over Oracle." His voice sounded forced, something gritty and dark bubbling beneath the usual grandiosity. "Until next time honey."

"Don't you dare-!" Before you could grab him, Chronos released you into a spin and vanished over the edge of the building. By the time you'd sprinted to the edge the villain had vanished into thin air.

Damn it.

You woke to the warmth of sunlight on your cheeks and flashes of your office space in your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, focusing on the vision forming behind tired eyelids. It used to be such a disorienting experience, "seeing" in what should be abject darkness, but you'd gotten used to it.

The day's vision seemed rather innocuous: you presumably seated at your cubicle while several members of the office stood gathered around someone's else's a few feet away. Without sound you couldn't tell what they were talking about but you could see smiles and laughter. A birthday perhaps? Party planning?

Nik's not there. Instantly your cheeks heated at the realization that you'd been hoping to catch a peek of the gorgeous blonde in the vision. Your hands flew to your face with a groan before you finally rolled out of bed and forced your mind to turn to more important things. No vision of your arch-nemesis, so hopefully today would be perfectly normal.

A frustrated groan left your lips. You were still smarting from last night's failure, especially after almost getting shot by the same people who were supposed to be on your side! The Oracle suit was bulletproof to an extent, but not getting shot was preferable.

Breakfast with your mother, a lecture that turned into fussing and rant about police incompetence, and then you were out the door. At work, you were surprised to hear music coming from somewhere in the room. A look around quickly revealed the source.

A tiny vintage radio sat on one of the desk tables, the dulcet lyrics of Smooth Operator pouring from silver speaker flanked by spinning knobs and dials all set in a smooth wooden body. Save for a few signs of modern flare it looked like something your mom would have owned.

Curiosity drove you closer, fingertips itching to play with something new and unexpected.

"You like it?"

"Nik!" You spun around, belatedly realizing that this was his desk.

"Good morning," he grinned down at you, that heart-stopping smile that never failed to send the butterflies in your stomach into a veritable frenzy. "So?"

"Huh? Oh," you glanced back at the radio. "I do! It's cool. I didn't know they still sold things like this."

"They don't. Not really," Nik smirked at you conspiratorially. "Got it at an auction for a steal and fixed it myself. Modified it too, these older models can't pick up new FM signals above 88MHz. Ah, sorry. Am I boring you?"

"No!" Truthfully you could have listened to him read out the list of ingredients at a grocery store for hours. God, how was he so perfect? Perfect face, perfect body, perfect memory, smart, and good with his hands too? Nikolaos was so out of your league it was criminal. "Uh, so why'd you bring it in? I feel like Dick is gonna make a stink about 'workplace distractions'."

"Well, I wasn't planning to use it all day," Nik fingered the dial, tuning through static until he found what sounded like a talk show. "I figured it looked nice. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I kinda wanted to show it off a little."

You shook your head, utterly endeared. "It's not embarrassing! Like I said, it's really cool. You deserve to feel proud. I can't even fix my own plumbing, let alone a 70 year old radio."

"Yeah?" Nik smiled at you, the corners of those mismatched eyes creasing sweetly and revealing those charming dimples that you wanted to kiss so badly. "Well, if you ever have trouble, feel free to give me a call. I'll be happy to clean out the pipes for you."

You giggled, cheeks heating up as your mind went sailing into the gutter before you immediately dragged it back out. You retreated back to your cubicle, berating yourself all the way. Get a grip you pervert! He obviously didn't mean it like that!

Clearing your mind, you flew through your tasks for the day before deciding to take a break. In the distance you heard other employees moving through the office, many stopping by Nik's desk to admire the radio and ask questions. His low laughter settled your mind as you casually navigated to another screen to check the most recent hero news for the day.

Then nearly choked on your saliva when the headlines flashed before your eyes.

Caught in the Crossfire...or His Arms? Tension Heats Up Between Oracle and Chronos! Does Oracle Have a Type? Sources Say It's "Tall, Blonde, and Criminal!" City's Favorite Hero Playing Both Sides? Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced!) If Loving Him is a Crime, Arrest Us Too: Why the Internet Can't Get Enough of This Forbidden Duo!

What the actual fuck?! You stared at the trashy, sensationalist, borderline fanfiction-esque titles with mounting dread, and the pictures only made your stomach sink further. You, Oracle, wrapped in Chronos's arms like the leading lady of some 90s romantic drama. Whoever had taken the picture had cropped out the police and neatly edited out most of the debris, leaving the two of you alone in the shot; bodies pressed together chest to thighs, gazing into each others eyes with your figures framed by the night sky.

It was damning, so damning that - had you not been right there - you would have been left wondering as well. Sheer willpower kept you from digging your hands into your hair and tearing the strands out.

"Oracle and Chronos, huh?" You shot up straight, taken aback for the second time in the day by Nik. The man leaned over the back of your chair, lips quirked as he scanned the headlines. "Now there's a pairing I wasn't expecting the press to go for."

"It's ridiculous, right?" You scoffed, heart beating quick from a combination of nerves and annoyance. "I mean, a man died last night and all these reporters care about is shipping clickbait? Like, he's a villain!"

"Well, you know what they say. Sex sells," Nik chuckled. "Don't pay too much attention to the gossip rags, they'll say anything to get views."

"Well it must be working because its all over my front page!" You pulled up your social media and grimaced at the flood of edits, fanart, and heart emojis between eyes and triangles that was all over your page.

Nik whistled lowly. "Oh wow. People really love this."

"Can't imagine why," you scoffed, balking at a detailed piece depicting Oracle bound in rope while Chronos loomed behind behind, a hand tilting their chin up. Lava bubbled under your skin as you nearly broke the button turning it off. "For fuck's sake, this is unhinged! As if Oracle would ever let themself be tied up by a villain. If anything, they would be the one tying him up!"

"Uh huh," Nik was still staring at your phone with a dazed expression. It disappeared in a blink, replaced by a wry smile and shrug. "Don't worry so much. It'll blow over soon enough once the internet finds some other scandal to froth over."

Not soon enough, you thought darkly. "I hope so," you said aloud, just as a burst of static cut through the air. You turned to see a sight that was only familiar because you had seen it that morning: a small crowd gathered around the radio on Nik's desk. Even Dick was among them, equally susceptible to the allure of retro electronics.

"Up next we've got something for all you brand new TimeGazers out there! From Definitely Not Chronos - what a name! - this one's 'Like You Mean It'."

TimeGazers? You mouthed the name bemusedly just as the rough, Latin twang of a man's voice began to drip from the speakers. One of your coworkers gasped, clearly recognizing the lyrics. You swayed to the piano and horns, sharing a glance with Nik who met it with a shrug and his own grin.

Yours quickly dropped from your face when the chorus roared through the office.

"Fuck me like you mean it (like you mean it)! Make me believe it (me believe it)! Walk the wire, it's alright!"

Several hands lunged for the radio, scrabbling to turn it off or turn it down. One of the dials popped clean off, but in the end the room was blessedly silent.

No one spoke for a long second, only the sound of shuffling feet and the clicking of keyboards. Finally Dick coughed and handed Nik the broken dial with a brusque nod and a clap on the shoulder before power-walking back to his own closed office.

Nik glanced down at the broken piece with a wry smile. "Well, there goes that. At least it's not too serious."

"I, uh," you fiddled with your phone. "You were telling me about how you fixed it earlier. I'd like to hear more about that, if that's okay. Only if you want to!"

"Yeah, I do." The butterflies resurrected, fanning themselves into a tornado when he sat down by your desk, knees touching yours under the table. "I'd love to."

[criminallyyoursvn]

Nsfw - May i ask if you could do a short story/fic/scenario with Nik and MC? Idk i havent seen any nik fics yet that includes ahem topreader ahem-

Unfortunately I am busy writing my other games and don’t have a lot of spare time for writing fanfics 😭 (though I’d love to) luckily, we do have one fanfic that was posted with this dynamic!

You can always check the #criminallyyoursfanfic to keep up, and we even have a tag on AO3 😇

[texbook-swan]

benediction

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant x gender neutral, afab reader

tags: sub/dom dynamic, sub! Nik, dom/afab/gender neutral! reader, begging, darcyphilia, feet kissing (reader receiving), degradation, feet, mention of previous m! premature ejaculation

word count: roughly 400

author's note: every day the desire to have this man at my feet grows. hope u enjoy lomi <33

“Please…just one taste I promise I won’t do it again I-”

“No.”

A long whine whistles through the air, the culprit pressing his forehead to the top of your foot, lips slick with atonement. The sheer sweat coating his forehead is clings to your skin, but your expression doesn’t change.

Bad behavior deserves no such reward.

“Please- you can keep my cock locked in a cage for the next week if you want, I just want to- need to taste you so bad please I’ll make sure it feels good,” Nik babbles, near inconsolable as his tears drip onto your skin.

Only giving a hum in response, you raise Nik’s chin towards you with the tip of your foot.

“Is that so?”

You rest your face against your hand, eyes boring into his own that gleam like gems with his tears. He licks his lips, mouth parting to respond before you cut him off.

“Because unless my memory fails me, the whole reason why you’re in this mess is because you came without my permission.”

He whimpers with a violent shake of his head, but you press on, turning his head to the side. You admit it’s a pretty sight- his pale, unblemished neck shines under the sheen of his sweat, the sharp lines of his body defined. His singular brown eye wide and pleading. “And given your track record, what makes you think you won’t cum once you have your mouth on me, hm?”

“I won’t- I won’t please let me have just one taste-”

“Just one?”

You laugh, sharp and mocking.

“You say that as if you wouldn’t start humping the floor like a dog the second your lips touch my skin.”

Lowering your foot from his chin, you draw it back to your body, toe lightly tracing the floor. He practically collapses as your touch leaves him, back arching beautifully.

“Maybe that should be the only way you’re allowed to cum from now on, hm?”

Your ankles cross neatly.

“Fucking yourself against the floor, while you lap at my pussy…Poor thing, you’re practically salivating.”

With a click of your tongue, he immediately rushes to sit back on his knees, hands folded at his lap.

He can follow your orders that much, at least.

Sighing in mock pity, you spread your thighs, satisfaction curling up your spine as you watch his tongue practically loll out of his mouth.

“Consider this your final chance to prove yourself.”

“Now beg properly.”

a/n: my head is in my hands as i write this.

[criminallyyoursvn]

My amazing friend and cowriter for Rectifier: In Bloom wrote the first Chronos fanfic- I am dead- thank you for reading 🙈

Synopsis: Sometimes the best way to distract a villain is with a little more than a witty chat.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Chronos x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: NSFW, (bottom, but not necessarily sub, reader)

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Me? Obsessed with a beautiful, evil blonde man? Yeah.

Ten minutes. All you had to do was keep him distracted for ten minutes.

You'd seen it clear as day this morning, if he managed to escape this room, a shitty warehouse somewhere in the city center, the hostages would die.

Nevermind that the 'hostages' were all low-level villains that had been bothering you for weeks, they weren't in their costumes, neither the public, nor the media, would know it as anything other then civilian deaths.

You'd already sent the brunt of the force towards the second location, if you could hold his attention for just ten minutes, everything would be okay.

Nobody would die. And more importantly, your reputation would be saved.

Chronos stood in the rooms center, illuminated by a single, shitty bulb.

"Come now, Oracle." He purred through the mask, the metallic tinge making your body tense. "Don't get distracted."

Right. Focus. Nine more minutes.

"I am focused. You're not getting away this time."

He'd grin if he could. You can tell in the way he sets his shoulders, the slight chuckle the mask can't quite filter out.

He takes a step back, shaking his head.

"I hate to disappoint you. But I most certainly am."

Shit. Wrong approach. He can't back away. He can't get away.

You need to lure him in closer.

He turns, angling his body away from you, looking for an escape?

"Wait!"

He stops. Despite it all, he stops to hear you out. Why does he do that?

"What? Hate to see me leave but love to watch me walk away, hm?"

Again with the flirting! Always flirting. It drives you up the wall.

But... maybe... There's nobody around but the two of you...

"You're wearing a coat. What is there for me to see when you leave?"

He tilts his head. You can feel his eyes boring into you.

"I can take it off."

"You wouldn't. Your suit is ridiculously tight. You wouldn't..."

You trail off, floundering, why is this working?!

"I wouldn't show it off for you? Hah! Why do you suppose I designed my suit like this in the first place?"

He drags a hand down his chest, gloved fingers trailing over defined abs. "I don't dress like this for the public, you know."

Eight minutes. Time feels like it's dragging on.

"You dress like that just for me, then? Prove it."

Chronos' hand stops. Shocked? Repulsed?

Then he grabs the jackets lapel, slowly pulling it off his tall frame.

He drops it to the ground next to him unceremoniously.

You swallow.

"How's that for proof?"

He strikes a pose. Lifting his arms to show off his waist. It's a little dorky. A smile creeps up on your face before you have the chance to fight it.

It's a little... something else, too. But you won't think like that. You can't.

"I don't know. Just taking off a jacket doesn't feel very personal. You could do that for anyone."

He takes a step towards you and you have to fight to calm your racing heart. This is good. Just seven more minutes.

"Now, now Oracle. That feels like you're baiting me to take off my mask. And we can't be having that, can we?"

You roll your eyes, he was the one who said it, not you.

"Scared I won't like what I find?"

For once, he doesn't seem to have a witty retort. But he takes another step forward, coming ever closer.

This is good. Great, even! You just need to keep him entertained.

"You know, Chronos. There's a lot more to your suit then just your mask."

That gets his attention. He pauses, motionless.

What catches your eye isn't your fault. It's his fault, really, with his stupid skin-tight suit. And the tent in his pants is so obnoxiously obvious.

You do the polite thing, averting your eyes, not that he can really tell through your mask. Not that he even particularly seems to care.

You'd meant, like, gloves or something! Maybe some of those stupid belts he wraps around his torso.

You didn't mean... well... did you mean... that? It would be... a distraction.

How many minutes do you have left? You've lost count.

After an excruciatingly long pause, he seems to find his tongue again.

"You should watch your words, Oracle. There's... interesting implications there."

You can't help but laugh. What use is there in beating around the bush like that when he's hard as a rock and basically vibrating where he stands.

"Implications? You're one to talk. Your... reaction, down-there, speaks louder than words."

He glances downward, as if he hadn't noticed. Then clenches, and unclenches his fist. An exercise in self-restraint, maybe?

"Ah." Is all he mumbles, before glancing back up at you. He clenches and unclenches his fists again, and then shrugs. "At least we chose a place without any cameras around. If this made a front page story I doubt either of us would live it down."

He leans down to scoop up his coat. How much time has passed? Not enough, surely.

"Leaving so soon?"

He hesitates, one hand nested in the material of his coat.

"You want me to stay?"

For the good of the people, if nothing else.

"Just seems like a... waste."

He straightens up, tilting his head curiously. It's so hard to read him, his expressionless mask not letting anything slip.

Then he places a hand, tentatively, on his belt buckle.

"A waste... of this?"

Are you doing this? To save a handful of hostages who you don't especially care about the safety of at the best of times?

"It's like you said. No cameras."

You're doing this. You hope those fuckers appreciate it.

"You're... serious? If this is your attempts at unmasking me, it's an underhanded tactic."

You shrug, trying to keep it casual despite your racing heart. Your mother can NOT find out about this.

"We can leave the masks on. This is between us, as hero and villain. Not whoever our real selves are."

He stills seems unsure, so you suck in a breath and step towards him, poking a finger against his chest.

In the past, he's dodged so many of your attacks so effortlessly. You almost expect him to breezily step out of your touch, but your finger simply bounces against the muscle.

"You've made plenty of advance at me in the past. I hope they weren't just for show."

He swallows. You're close enough that you can see his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. It makes you feel...

Nothing. It makes you feel nothing. There is no slight shiver that passes through you. No warmth between your thighs. This is work. Not pleasure.

He laughs, warm and metallic, and places a large hand against your waist. It isn't unpleasant. His thumb gliding across the material of your suit.

"There are much better suited places for this then a dingy warehouse, Oracle."

While the idea of fucking against a dirty warehouse floor like a bunch of animals is not exactly appealing, letting him leave the building at all is out of the cards.

"What, you're going to take me back to your place? Yeah right."

"The least I could do is a nice hotel."

Ugh, a hotel would be nice. A comfy bed, room service after, somewhere to sleep off the weirdness of it all and freshen up before the walk of shame home.

The warehouse will have to do. Fucking hostages.

You wrap your fingers around his belt loops, teasingly.

"And if I told you I didn't want to wait?"

He groans, it's a sound you're about to get incredibly familiar with. Future fights with this fucker are definitely going to get interesting.

"Fuck."

He uses his grasp on your waist to tug you closer, pinning your bodies together. Then he pushes his crotch against your side, rolling his hips to grind into you. It can't feel all that good behind several layers of fabric, but you suppose it is pretty skin-tight.

He groans again, right in your ear, loud and unrestrained. It's nicer sounding then the sirens outside, at least.

"You're so needy. All that talk about taking me a hotel when you're the one who couldn't wait."

Chronos whines, masked face buried into your shoulder as he rolls his hips more desperately. If you stood here, sweet-talking him, you're pretty sure you could get him to cum where he stands, right in his suit.

But where's the fun in that? If you're sinking this low, you're at least getting off too.

"If you're just going to stand there are get yourself off, Chronos, I might as well go home."

His needy whines turn into a throaty growl, his gentle grip on your waist becoming delightfully dangerous as you feel his nails catch in the suit's material.

If he rips a hole in your suit he is a dead man.

Thankfully, his grip relaxes. But only for a moment, as slides his other hand around your waist, and lifts you up, carrying you across the room with ease, and urgency.

A shock of cold goes through you as he drops you on a metal container, perched right on the edge so your legs dangle down.

You can hear his heavy breathing through the mask, as he glances down at you, like he's deciding what he wants to do first.

Then, without a word, he sinks to his knees, pushing your legs apart and laughing breathily.

He taps his metal mask, twice.

"No peaking."

You tilt your head up, half out of politeness, half necessity. If you break the rules, nothings stopping him from ripping your mask off at this distance.

"At least when you take off your mask I won't have to listen to your prattling on."

"Still swapping insults at a time like this, Oracle? No matter. I have much better things to do with my mouth."

At the thought of ripping, you hear the distinct sound of fabric tearing, then a cool breeze caressing the inner-most curves of your thigh.

This motherfucker.

You don't even have time to gasp, nor raise a very understandable complaint, before you hear him happily hum.

"I'll pay for it."

Then the click of metal, as you can only assume he pushes his mask up his face, freeing his mouth for... other activities.

You sneak a glance downwards as he buries his head between your thighs, but all you can see is a mop of blonde hair pushed messily back by his shifted mask. Worth a shot.

After that, you don't have the time, nor the mental fortitude to scheme, his tongue working hard to distract you from thoughts of hero's and villains.

It's a fight not to clamp your thighs around his head, an excellent position to squeeze the life out of him, but you're a little distracted. And it's not a great story to sell to the media.

Moans, both yours and his own, bounce off the run-down walls. If anything, his moans are almost louder than yours, moaning passionately against you with every spare breath he manages to take.

Air seems like the last thing on his mind. He'll choke himself out, at this rate. Desperately hungry for you. You decide not to think about it.

Instead you tilt your head back, basking in the rolling, sweeping pleasure of his tongue in all the right spots.

And it builds, and builds, and builds, and sudden the sweet waves you've been leisurely riding feel too close to breaking. You don't gently climb to orgasm as much as you hurtle towards it.

"Chronos, wait I-"

But it's like uttering his name flips an evil switch in his mind, and he burrows closer, hands gripping at your thighs for purchase so desperately his nails drag open little holes in your suit.

The waves break, and all you have the strength to do is slump forward, hands nesting in his hair, grabbing on for dear life, as you ride out your high on his face.

Not that he seems to mind, the way his hips are bucking into thin air, just as desperately.

When he finally pulls away, he manages to keep his face pointed downwards, identity secure, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. Before adjusting the mask back over his face.

Then he stands, looming above you as you sit, still slightly quivering, upon the metal box he set you on.

"I hope you don't think we're done here." He purrs, clicking open his belt with practiced ease.

Thank god for superhero stamina.

He slinks out of his pants, leaving them abandoned in a heap much like his jacket.

He rubs the head of his cock against your bare thigh, trailing pre-cum across your skin. He hisses with pure pleasure, both at the sight and the sensation.

"Hope you don't mind that I'm a little... unprepared. A little lube, a condom or two, could have gone a long way. I'll be more prepared next time."

"You think there's going to be a next time?"

He scoops up the cum on your thighs and slicks his fingers with it, pushing them against your entrance with far too much eagerness.

"Oh Oracle, you'll be weak in the knees at the sight of me after I'm done with you. I can guarantee a next time."

"Mmm... you're so cocky."

He chuckles, nudging the tip of his hard cock against your groin, sliding it against the slick opening as he retracts his fingers.

"I have good reason to be, clearly."

You go to refute, but your mind blanks as he pushes into you. Two inches, then four, then six, then further still, until his hips brush against yours. The moan that escapes him is unholy.

"Fuck. I'm going to be weak in the knees after this." He groans, right into your ear. The metal of his mask is cold as it brushes against your neck.

Absently, you wish his mouth was free to kiss it. From the way he's eyeing it and breathing heavily, you think he does too.

"Are you... in any pain?" He asks, a rare moment of pure consideration.

You adjust yourself, flex your insides to test the depth, the pressure. It's... a lot. Filling, certainly. And you have to bite back a small moan as you really relax against him.

But it doesn't hurt. And after a pause to catch your breath, you nod.

"I'm... good. It's good. Thanks."

"Just good? I'll have to do a better job then that."

He punctuates his sentence with a smooth roll of his hips, the length of his cock gliding out, then filling you up all over again. It's unbearably slow, the temptation to shuffle closer, to wrap your legs around his hips and trap him there, taunts you.

"You'll have... to do a little more... then that." You pant, gripping the sides of the metal container you're perched on for support.

"Oh? You want more?" He purrs, sliding out of your so slowly. And then he pauses, the two of you connected only by the very tip, a twitch away from sliding out entirely.

He's going to say something terrible, isn't he?

"Say please."

You called it.

Your eye twitches. You don't know what's bigger, his ego or his dick.

Definitely his ego.

He's lucky you can't say the same for yourself. You're not above basic manners. But you're not above a little bullying, either.

You lean as close as you can despite the distance, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whisper into his ear.

"Chronos... please just fuck me already."

You can almost hear the thread of tension in his body, snap. The eradication of his self-restraint.

He doesn't have anything witty to say, after that.

His hips snap forward with such strength that you tumble back, losing your grip on him as you lay down flat on the container. The new angle let's him push into you even further, and you both moan in delight.

He looms over you, every thrust punctuated with soft, needy moans.

You reach up, running your hands through his blonde hair. It would easy, to simple pull off his mask, see his real face looking down at you.

Would he be blushing? Smiling? Or would he have a more focused look... Your mind wanders. But it's almost more fun if you don't know.

Instead your fingers grip the strands, pulling slightly as he hits a particularly delicious angle. You both moan in equal surprise and debased pleasure.

There's a moment of pause, as you consider these new found techniques. And then you resume, with twice as much passion as before.

Him chasing that angle over and over, crashing into the spot that makes you shiver and buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. You pulling at his hair, and running your nails down his back, enjoying the throaty groans it elicits each and every time.

It isn't long before the feeling returns, waves of pleasure building and building and building inside you.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum Chronos-"

You don't even finish the final syllable of his name, before he's crashing his hips into you, warmth flooding you as he cums with a long, growl-like moan.

Your own orgasm follows but a second later, his orgasm hasn't slowed him down, if anything he seems to be chasing the afterglow. The uptick in speed pushing you tumbling over the metaphorical edge.

You both lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. Those ten minutes have to be up by now, right? Time to make a strategic exit to check on the hostages. Well, maybe after you've gotten your breath back.

You shift up, propping yourself up on your elbows. His head is bowed, his cock still buried inside you. But he'll pull out any second now, right?

Then he looks up. Slowly. Despite the mask, you can feel his shit-eating grin.

"I'm not done with you yet, Oracle."

When you stumble out the warehouse, only one lone officer remains on the scene. He gives you a questioning look, and you feel yourself flush, thankful for the mask all over again.

"The hostages are safe, Oracle, thanks for your help. But, uh, you know only had to keep him in there for ten minutes right? It's been..." The officer checks his watch, and then frowns. "Hours. Are you alright?"

You adjust Chronos' cloak, which is wrapped around your middle for privacy.

"It was a tough... fight. But I dealt some serious blows. Managed to snag his coat before he escaped."

"Great work! We could take it in for testing if you'd like."

"Ah, uh, no need! I'll do my own... uh... super testing! See if it triggers a vision.

It's a terrible excuse. But thankful, the officer seems stupid. Or maybe tired, it is late. But either way, he nods. And waves you goodbye as he packs himself away into his car.

Now to figure out how to get home without any camera's catching you... indisposed.

The next morning, there's a generous donation to your bank account, from a suspiciously anonymous donor. Enough to cover the expenses of your torn suit, and then some.

It's signed only with a C. Cocky bastard.

[criminallyyoursvn]

OMG WESLEY FANFIC… and it’s so hot 🥵

so fucking cute

Wesley Phuong x Gn! + amab/strap wearing!afab! reader

tags: anal (m! receiving), soft dom! reader, sub! wesley, dirty talk, pegging, praise kink, hickies/light bruising (m! receiving), 18+

wc: 300~

a/n: i wrote this with my dick . Might not be the most accurate to the Oracle we're given in game, as the reader here is more teasing + dominating. We have very little canon info on Wesley atm so I tried to limit his dialogue a bit </33

“It’s unfair for you to have kept me waiting so long, you know.”

Soft, kiss-bitten skin trembles, the beginnings of bruises blossoming beneath your touch. An incredulous laugh bubbles up in the back of your throat.

“You’re so fucking cute like this.”

Wes cants forward, a clumsy attempt to escape your overwhelming touch, but you pull him back onto your lap with a coo. His firm back is warm against your chest and it takes every bit of your resolve not to lick every mark you’ve left on it. You probably will anyways.

As stoic as he is at work, he’s remarkably terrible at hiding his reactions. You like to tell him his body’s just honest, but he never quite agrees, turning his head to the side with a half-amused, half-embarrassed huff instead.

He squirms in your hold, but its not long before he gives up, letting his head fall back on your shoulders with a ragged sigh as you lap at his neck, the salt on his skin warm and inviting.

“Makes me wanna taste you until you can’t even think straight.”

You brush over the head of his cock with your thumb, slowing the thrusting of your hips to a shallow grind.

“What do you think, hm?”

A broken gasp is all you hear before your hips buck into his, heat rushing to your face. It’s mean, but you really do mean it when you tell him it’s because you can’t resist how cute he is.

“Can’t answer you if you don’t- don’t give me time to respond-”

You laugh at that, pressing an affectionate kiss to the lobe of his ear.

“Then you’ll just have to work harder, yeah?”

a/n: i knew i needed to make him whimper from the second i saw him . @/meant to bee studios when i catch you-

[criminallyyoursvn]

Omg fic so good 🤤 Ty for the food! I was sick in bed last night and this helped me forget about my pain for just a little bit 💖

just a taste

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant (Chronos) x gender neutral reader

tags: smut, gn! afab Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used to refer to reader), unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), PiV, hair pulling (m! receiving), dirty talk, Oracle is shorter than Chronos, Oracle and Chronos are switches but Oracle is primarily domming in this. <3

word count: 4k~

author's note: I needed to write hate sex with him so bad actually. His desperation and submissiveness bewitch me.

Spending the night patrolling some old bastard’s mansion wasn’t exactly how you wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Still, it wasn’t like you had much other choice. Loathe as you are to cater to the whims of politicians, they paid well when it came to personal security. Being a hero didn’t pay as much as people would expect, and your mom’s physical therapy bills needed to be paid.

That, and your morning had started with a vision of Chronos. The details around him were fuzzy as always, but you saw enough to know any plans you had for the night were thrown out the window.

Plus, you were single.

Not for a lack of trying on your mother’s part. As you pass by a set of elaborate tapestries, you reminisce on how she’d go out of her way to point out potential suitors to you in public, even going so far as to set you up on a date with one of the volunteers who worked at the physical therapy center she went to.

Ash was nice and all, but you never managed to go on a second date, your plans always interrupted by a call for Oracle. After a third round of botched plans, the thought of dating left a bitter taste in your mouth. Even going out with your coworker Nik seemed pointless, despite your massive crush on the man.

You- Oracle, didn’t have time for a proper relationship. Villainy had ramped up in recent years, and adding more to your plate was a surefire recipe for disaster. Sleep became a luxury, the omnipresent Eye of Oracle becoming your bedside companion most nights.

It’d reached the point that even politicians had grown anxious, throwing money at various security agencies and heroes desperate enough for cash in order to have a semblance of safety.

The demand only rose when a congressman was found slaughtered in his own home, his bloated body swaying on a suspended meat hook.

Some speculated that a hero had gone rogue, fed up with the lack of protections heroes were given by the government. Others thought this was a new villain’s tacky debut, inspired by comic books and corporate franchising. Regardless of why, it had given other villains a source of hope, something to aspire to.

The killer’s notoriety only rose as time went on, police’s “investigation efforts” into who might have committed the gruesome crime coming up empty.

(Given their hiring standards, you’re not surprised. Pigs are pigs, regardless of how loud they squeal.)

Now, lawmakers were sent panicking left and right, attempting to bribe heroes like you into becoming their personal bodyguard. Your name alone was enough to send most common criminals packing, never mind your presence.

You’d scoffed when the first offer came in.

Oracle was a hero of the people. Betraying that- leaving your city vulnerable to criminals while you played guard dog- would go against everything your mother, and now you, fought for.

But when push comes to shove, you caved. Your mother’s medical bills needed to be paid off, and you could feel yourself breaking under the weight of your day job and Oracle. Your mother had insisted upon getting a job herself, but you couldn’t bear the thought of her taking on work in her fragile state.

So when Legislator Keck quoted a figure that would be enough to clear your mother’s medical debt, you agreed. The man had become a recent target of death threats and cryptic e-mails, but none had been deemed worthy of attention.

That is, until one of your sources told you that he had upset Chronos.

If your vision from this morning was anything to go by, tonight might be your best bet to catch Chronos once and for all.

You complete a quick sweep of one of the tea rooms before turning to the main hall, an array of musical-themed decor lining the walls. A golden theatre mask leers at you as you pass, and you shudder under its empty glare before a noise in the main office draws your attention.

An accompanying rustle confirms your suspicions, and you begin creeping towards the source. Silence settles over the house shortly afterwards, and the weight of it causes your breath to hitch- it’s as if the house itself was anticipating your next move.

When you reach the heavy wooden doors, you remind yourself of what’s at stake. The lives that would be saved if you bring in Chronos tonight.

With a quiet exhale, you roll your shoulders back and force open the door. It gives in far more easily than you expected, and you wince at the echoing impact of them hitting the wall.

However, your needless self-consciousness disappears instantly in place of shock. For all your mother had done to strengthen your mental fortitude, nothing prepared you for the sight of Chronos smugly draped atop Legislator Keck’s desk, chin propped up on his fist.

“Oracle, I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he purrs.

Yeah right. The city council would rather demolish the educational program in every district ten times over before it was willing to pay the wages of two heroes.

“Who else shows up to kick your ass on the regular?”

Keep him busy with talk, you remind yourself. As cunning as he may be, the man would gladly spend hours detailing the ingenuity of his plots.

Which gives you time to figure out how to apprehend him.

He moves to stand in one fluid motion, arm outstretched in a dramatic gesture.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. As flattered as I am that you’re spending the night with me, surely you have suitors lining up at your doorstep?”

As if. You’re a hero, and a professional one at that.

 Though now that you think of it, you wouldn’t be surprised if Chronos has fucked someone in his suit. He seems like the type to need a regular ego boost.

“You think I’d stoop low enough to date my own fans? Have some faith in me.”

Now what does he want with this room? Chronos isn’t stupid enough to not know the building plans of wherever he’s breaking in to, so what could he-

“Oh I have plenty~”

He continues on, fingers trailing down the collar of his suit.

“You’re telling me you don’t have anyone chasing after you out of that suit?”

Last you checked, the only person who’s ever bothered to make a pass at you in recent years has a wife and goes by the nickname of “Dick.” Frankly, you don’t think he’s ever said your name once in all your years of being coworkers.

Chronos leans back against the desk, head cocked to the side. Is he…presenting himself to you? You blanch at the absurdity of it all before noticing the folder peeking from behind him.

Really? That’s it? What could be so important about these papers?

“My personal life? You’ve gotten far too comfortable with me it seems.”

Comfortable enough that the metallic rumble of his taunting makes you feel something else other than disgust, but you’re not gonna unpack that right now.

“You can’t fault me for wanting to gauge the competition. Can’t be having someone else sweep you off your feet.”

Snapping his fingers, he looks at you in mock realization.

“Say, how about joining me on a date? As much as I love these little meetings of ours, I’d rather we meet under more…pleasurable circumstances tonight.”

Yeah, you would too. You’d get a real bit of pleasure seeing him behind bars. He’d probably be able to make prison orange work. Blue and orange are complimentary colors, right?

“A last minute date? Wow, you really know how to make someone feel wanted,” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

His mask tips down in the same direction a moment later.

Fucking pervert, of course he’s staring at your chest. You can’t recall a single encounter with him where he hasn’t blatantly flirted with you, ogled you, or both.

Wait.

Physical attacks have been fruitless in the past, so that’s out of the question. And you’d have already quit your day job if you had the money for fancy gadgets.

So maybe…

 He chuckles, approaching you with his open arms, the documents left behind on the desk. Does he ever not take an opportunity to show off his arrogance? You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a theatre kid.

“I’d give you all the finery and flattery in the world you want, Oracle, but you don’t exactly make it easy.”

This is a terrible idea.

“I like a man who works for it.”

And with that, any chance of you salvaging your dignity has gone out the window.

Well. It’s not like anyone has to find out. Keck’s too old-fashioned to have more than a few cameras set up around his gate, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your sex tape with Chronos leaking for God and everyone to see.

He tilts his head.

“Is that so?”

You fantasize about seeing his mugshot plastered over every inch of the city.

Sauntering towards you, he takes in your form without an ounce of shame. Not that he’s ever acted with a semblance of shame in the first place, but the way he’s looking at you now makes you acutely aware of how close you are.

And how broad his shoulders are, but that’s neither here nor there.

Despite your last shreds of self-respect screaming at you that this is a decidedly un-heroic plan, you take the time to observe him as well, making sure to linger on his pectorals. He likes them enough to show them off every time he sees you, so you might as well validate him a little bit.

The belts on his jacket hang loose at his side, and you feel the sudden urge to tug on them.

“You seem rather tense, Oracle.”

“I wouldn’t be if my paycheck wasn’t riding on bringing your sorry ass in tonight,” you deadpan, glaring at the eyes of his mask.

“Half your paycheck? Those lousy dogs really don’t pay you well, hm?”

He inclines his head. You can almost taste his palpable disdain, despite it not targeted at you.

“You know, I’d be happy to provide for you, if given the chance.”

“That so? Bold words from a man whose sole mission in life is to make me chase after him day in and day out.”

He seems to preen at that. Jeez, least try to sound ashamed of yourself.

“Perhaps I can prove it to you.”

You can imagine the cocky grin behind his mask as you roll your eyes, leaning back to settle against the wall.

“Fine then.”

He balks at that, head rearing back faintly in shock.

“You’re…sure?”

“Don’t tell me you’re all talk, Chronos.”

That seems to do it, as he moves to kneel before you without a word, and oh- he looks good on his knees. You’d imagined him helpless before you before, shackles encircling his wrists as he’s taken away for good, but this.

Oh you could get used to this.

Desire curls hot in your gut as he slides his hands over your thighs, bringing them to settle over his shoulders. Your back lies steadily against the wall and you let out a small sigh at the sensation, head tipping back as Chronos settles himself more solidly between your legs.

You reach out, fingers tangling firmly in his hair to steady yourself as he rubs his face against the side of your thigh like an affectionate cat. Fine strands of hair slip through your fingers with ease, and you let him bask in your touch for a moment before moving his head back to your cunt, expecting him a witty retort or taunt.

Instead, he moans.

Noted.

Head dipping forward, the tip of his mask brushes against your clit, cold metal contrasting against the warmth of your skin in a way that makes a gasp sing from your lips.

Your fingers tighten, hips rocking against the mask once before you force yourself to still.

“Taking your sweet time?”

“You deserve that, at the least.”

He sounds dazed, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. The emotion behind the words hits you like a shock of water. Huh, didn’t take him as the soft sort. Last you checked, this man’s version of courtship involved killing anyone who touched a hair on your head.

Still, it’s perhaps the most honest thing he’s said to you, and…it’s unfairly attractive.

It takes you a moment before you notice him beginning to withdraw from where he’s nestled against you, hands splayed against your skin as if afraid to hold you.

“If-”

You don’t allow him to complete his sentence, tugging on a few strands of blonde hair with a click of the tongue.

“If I deserve it, shouldn’t you do your best to show your devotion to me fully?”

Hips shifted back, you lift up his chin.

“I want this, ok?”  

“And if I have to wait another second to have your mouth on me I’m throwing you into the police precinct and taking care of myself tonight.”

You don’t need to say anything after that.

A ripping noise tears through the air and you hiss, cold air greedily settling against your skin. You clench at the change in temperature, and you swear he jerks his hips against the air.

“I’ll send you the funds tomorrow morning?”

A twitch of irritation runs through you at him knowing the account that gets your bills paid, but you nod nonetheless.

“Surprised that’s even a question.”

He laughs a bit at that, tone low and amused before it raises into a moan as your fingers tighten their grasp on his scalp. Bastard.

He collects himself soon after, head tilted up at you in mischief.

“As much as I’d love for you to watch, I’ll have to ask that you keep your eyes off of me for a moment. Can’t go ruining my mystique and all.”

You turn your head to the side, busying yourself with reading the spines off one of the bookshelves as he removes his mask. You’re only able to read a few of the books- The Art of War, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes- before the sensation of his warm breath brushes against you.

He presses a few kisses to the insides of your thighs, nipping at the skin with a marked possessiveness. His hands slide up to grasp your ass, holding you steadily against him.

You’ve never even considered touching him outside of combat before now, but all of his former taunts- promises you had presumed to be empty, echo in your mind as he brushes his tongue against your slick folds.

He moves against you with reverence, nose brushing against the side of your clit with each movement. His tongue moves against you hot and firm, responding accordingly to every noise, every involuntary movement that escapes your waning self-control.  

The voracity of his desire threatens to consume you whole.

You find yourself biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your moans, and he notices quickly, detaching himself from you.

“Chronos-”

“Don’t hold back, now. I’ve waited far too long to hear you sing for me,” he shoots back, a demand that is far too breathless.

For a moment, you think he’s going to stop, tease you as he always does. But for once, he seems to be at a loss for words. If anything, your desperate reaction serves to spur him on even further, and he doubles back to eat you out with a renewed sense of tenacity.

The noises that come from the two of you are nothing short of obscene, and you can’t help but relish in the vulgarity of it all, chasing pleasure with every grind of your hips.

With only a sharp moan of his name as a warning, you feel your orgasm crash over you, head knocking back against the wall with a muted thud, the pain of it dulled by the pleasure singing in your veins as you rock your hips into Chronos’ waiting mouth.

He takes it all in stride- in delight, even, as he moans against you, tongue lapping at every drop of slick you’re willing to give.

“You taste even better than I dreamed,” he murmurs.

He lavishes your clit in soft kisses and kitten-licks as the last pleasurable aftershocks of your orgasm settle against your skin, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your plush ass.

When you finally pull away, your fingers smooth down the stray strands of blonde you had disheveled. He doesn’t seem to mind the state of disarray you’ve left him in- in fact, he seems to relish in the absentminded affection, head tipping back the slightest bit. He’d put on his mask again at some point, and you try to rid yourself of the small part of yourself that wishes he hadn’t.

The mask tilts back up towards you, and against all reason, you think it looks smug.

“Still unsatisfied?”

It takes you a moment for you to realize your thighs are still firmly clamped around the sides of his head. You respond faster than you can think.

“Your mouth isn’t the only good thing about you, is it?”

“Of course not.” You can feel a smirk curl your lips as his chest puffs out. Cute.

“Hm. Pity you’ve got nothing to show for it, then.” Feigning disinterest, you face the bookshelf from earlier. “Now if you don’t mind-”

You don’t get to finish before you’re thrown into imbalance.

Chronos lifts you without a second thought, carrying you over to Legislator Keck’s desk in quick strides. He’s considerate enough to set you down gently on the desk before throwing your legs over his shoulders, but from how his chest is heaving, you think that’s the last mercy you’re going to be spared.

With a click, he slides his belt loose, hands quickly working to undo his pants. You catch sight of a wet stain over his boxers before his cock rests in his hands, the tip shiny with his essence.

“Huh, guess VigilanteKisser wasn’t too far off,” you muse, mentally calculating the length of it before he pauses, and you think you’ve turned him off before he sinks into you without a word.

He lets out a shaky moan as his body bows before you, trembling as he adjusts to the sensation of you clenching around him in full.

“Fuck.”

You let him savor it for a moment, the stretch of him inside of you melting into pleasure.

It’s not long before you start grinding your hips back against his.

He’s quick to catch on, thrusting into you with an eagerness that nearly knocks you over the desk were it not for his hands holding your hips in place.

Attentive as ever, he adapts quickly to your reactions until you’re left gasping his name, hands reaching out to grasp onto his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself. He seems to relish in your touch- your desire for closeness as he loses himself in the sensation of you.

“You sound so good whining my name like that,” he gasps, his mask digging into your shoulder as he doubles over in pleasure. You can feel his hips begin to stutter, and reach up to jerk his head back, a broken moan rumbling through his mask.

“Finishing so soon, Chronos? Surely you’re not planning to leave me unsatisfied.”

His grip on your waist tightens at that- just for a moment.

“I would never.”

Theres a second where he caresses your hips before he reaches behind you, lifting a chair over to him with ease. You both hiss as he pulls himself out of you, a string of slick connecting the two of you before it breaks and lands against your sensitive cunt.

He situates himself in the chair with little fanfare, mind solely focused on nestling himself  between your thighs.

The sight of it reminds you of the cliche where a villain pets a cat before delivering a dramatic monologue and you suppress a chuckle, hand reaching out to stroke the crown of his head.

When settled, he spreads your thighs before looking up at you. You pause, before remembering the masks on your face. Right.

You tip your head upwards, closing your eyes for good measure before the familiar warmth of his mouth settles around you once more. His tongue, having already familiarized itself with your preferences, spares no expense in indulging in your pleasure. He laps at you like a starved man, throaty moans muffled.

“You really weren’t bluffing, huh,” you chuckle. He lets out a whine in response, and you feel your thighs stretch as he shoves his face even closer to your heat.

“So eager- fuck, are you getting off on this?”

He arches his back, the chair rolls back with his movement, and you’re able to see the curve of his ass practically begging for your attention. The office chair shifts as he moves, and you realize he’s desperately thrusting into nothing as he tastes you.

“How many times have you thought of this, hm? Having your mouth on me like this, your poor cock fucking against the air. Doesn’t feel as good as my pussy, I bet,” You coo sympathetically, stroking the fine strands of blonde hair brushing your thighs.

You hear him whine before he lets out a long, drawn out moan, and you realize with a thrill of delight that he’d cum hands free.

And despite the shudder wracking through his body, he continues to eat you out, fingers digging into your thighs. The chair bucks violently from his movements, and you faintly wonder if it’ll break.

“Please- wanna make you cum,” he gasps around your clit, kissing the tender bundle of nerves with reverence to punctuate the sentiment. You moan in satisfaction, desire curling hot in your gut as he continues to worship your pussy with hardly a breath to spare.

The second orgasm thrums through you, rippling through your body with a certain steadiness.  Rocking your hips loosely, you keep your hand on the back of Chronos’ head, pressing him firm against you. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, tongue lapping at you all the while.

When the sweat on your skin begins to cool, you finally release him, moving to gently scratch at his scalp.

He buries his face against your thigh, and you let out a disbelieving chuckle at how comfortable he seems. A rush of affection rises in you.

Eventually, he reluctantly pulls away, keeping his face down while reaching out to put on his mask once more.

“You…are incredible,” he laughs, hands smoothing down your thighs, “I’m-”

The sudden chirping of your wristwatch interrupts him, a notification appearing soon after.

Chronos inclines his head in response. Waiting.

“Keck’s been found dead. Detective said it’s best if you leave the mansion ASAP, we’ll update you if there’s any leads.”

You sigh. Good thing he paid you upfront.

Before you’re able to open your mouth, a heap of fabric flutters over your lap, the noise of fabric snapping through air coming from behind you.

You turn to see Chronos hanging halfway through the window, offering you a dramatic bow before disappearing from your view.

“Goodnight, Oracle! We should do this again sometime,” he calls.

Well, at least he left his jacket.

~~~~~

The next morning, you flip on the TV, the familiar cadence of the head anchor bouncing through the speakers.

“Morning News: Documents that implicate Legislator Brian Keck in fraud and embezzlement have been brought to the surface. The story is still developing, but sources cite that Keck had been dipping into the budget reserved for heroes and damage repair.”

A moment later, you get a notification from your wristwatch. 

Apparently, the city’s decided to reimburse you a pretty penny. While you’re sure they have to for legal reasons, the amount is rather generous by their standards. 

Another notification appears- this time from an unknown number. 

“<3”

a/n: i feel insane after writing this abhusidf. i hate this man . reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated <3

[criminallyyoursvn]

This is a spicy meatball 🥵 ty for the food as always 🙏 (post on AO3 NYOWWWW /jk)

benediction

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant x gender neutral, afab reader

tags: sub/dom dynamic, sub! Nik, dom/afab/gender neutral! reader, begging, darcyphilia, feet kissing (reader receiving), degradation, feet, mention of previous m! premature ejaculation

word count: roughly 400

author's note: every day the desire to have this man at my feet grows. hope u enjoy lomi <33

“Please…just one taste I promise I won’t do it again I-”

“No.”

A long whine whistles through the air, the culprit pressing his forehead to the top of your foot, lips slick with atonement. The sheer sweat coating his forehead is clings to your skin, but your expression doesn’t change.

Bad behavior deserves no such reward.

“Please- you can keep my cock locked in a cage for the next week if you want, I just want to- need to taste you so bad please I’ll make sure it feels good,” Nik babbles, near inconsolable as his tears drip onto your skin.

Only giving a hum in response, you raise Nik’s chin towards you with the tip of your foot.

“Is that so?”

You rest your face against your hand, eyes boring into his own that gleam like gems with his tears. He licks his lips, mouth parting to respond before you cut him off.

“Because unless my memory fails me, the whole reason why you’re in this mess is because you came without my permission.”

He whimpers with a violent shake of his head, but you press on, turning his head to the side. You admit it’s a pretty sight- his pale, unblemished neck shines under the sheen of his sweat, the sharp lines of his body defined. His singular brown eye wide and pleading. “And given your track record, what makes you think you won’t cum once you have your mouth on me, hm?”

“I won’t- I won’t please let me have just one taste-”

“Just one?”

You laugh, sharp and mocking.

“You say that as if you wouldn’t start humping the floor like a dog the second your lips touch my skin.”

Lowering your foot from his chin, you draw it back to your body, toe lightly tracing the floor. He practically collapses as your touch leaves him, back arching beautifully.

“Maybe that should be the only way you’re allowed to cum from now on, hm?”

Your ankles cross neatly.

“Fucking yourself against the floor, while you lap at my pussy…Poor thing, you’re practically salivating.”

With a click of your tongue, he immediately rushes to sit back on his knees, hands folded at his lap.

He can follow your orders that much, at least.

Sighing in mock pity, you spread your thighs, satisfaction curling up your spine as you watch his tongue practically loll out of his mouth.

“Consider this your final chance to prove yourself.”

“Now beg properly.”

a/n: my head is in my hands as i write this.