#jbm x reader

He had been keeping you here for over two weeks. You yelled at him, thrashed in your restraints and even spat at him. He didn’t care. He just smiled, and promised to bring you food or even…help you go to the bathroom. It was like he didn’t trust you alone for even a second and honestly? Probably the smart move. If you were able to, you’d kick his damn teeth in for even suggesting you’d be happier if you believed in him. 

It was grating on your pride, being holed up in some abandoned building. He wanted you to see exactly where he was going. Those cameras he placed in your apartment were always on the monitor in front of you. He’d go and grab your things, but it was pointless if he wouldn’t even untie you to be able to use them. Even worse, he had access to cameras all over the city. But that was going to be his downfall. 

You could see exactly where he was. You knew these streets, and it gave you a good idea how far he was, and how quickly he traveled from place to place. His confidence would get him killed, and if you were lucky, it’d be at your hands. If he thought he could keep the city’s most dangerous villain in restraints with visible access to the cameras without any fear of what could happen…he severely underestimated you. You’ve gotten out of worse situations than this, and there was no way you’d let him be the first to keep you dormant. 

You were getting out, and you were getting out soon. No matter the cost. 

“I’m going to the bank! I wanna make sure to get enough money out to get you into a real room…I feel bad for just leaving you here in a chair most of the day.” Jackie pouted, and crossed his arms as he looked at you apologetically. “Your room is almost done, but I need to do a couple more things in it first. I’ll be back in an hour or two! Don’t worry, I’ll be sure you know where I’m going. I’d feel awful if you thought I was seeing a girl or something.” He blushed slightly, but shook his head and smiled. “I’ll be back before you know it!” 

It made you scoff, but you knew you had to put your plan into action. You hated everything you were about to say and do, but forced yourself to give him a small smile. “Okay…be safe.” The sweetness in your voice made you internally gag, but it was something that had to be done. If he thought you were warming up to him, then escape will be significantly easier. If you could just convince him you cared about him, he’d be more relaxed and easy to win over. 

He looked shocked, his jaw dropping before he gave a wide smile with a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Okay! I will, promise!” He stepped closer, cradling your cheeks in his hands. “I’ll come back for you, don’t worry.” The tone was sickening, and sounded like it came straight out of some cheesy romcom. That was a far different genre than the life you’ve been living…it was hard not to look as repulsed as you felt. 

You didn’t trust your voice, and instead gave him a happy smile. It seemed to be enough for him, and he walked out. That was when the plan really began. Pretending not to despise him, to actually enjoy his presence. He had mentioned a room for you, and knowing him it would be difficult to get out of it. But it was a start. Soon you’d have more range of motion than in and out of a chair a few times a day. It made you smirk. That fucking idiot. 

The next week went by, faking smiles and acting shy. You wanted to throw him across the room and out a glass window where he’d fall thirty stories, but for now you had to be patient. He had mentioned your room being finished tonight. He’d have to walk you somewhere else in the building, or even to a different location, which gave you a window of opportunity to blindside him and make your escape. He had gotten far more enthusiastic, talking about his day like you were a married couple. 

It was repulsive in every way possible. He was certifiably insane, and it pissed you off beyond belief. But he’d lose this fight, even though you were having to play it as a long game. You had to admit, the restraints were good. There wasn’t much wiggle room, but it wasn’t tight enough to cause damage or be uncomfortable…no matter how you thrashed around. 

As soon as he returned, you gave him a small smile. “Hi…welcome back, I missed you. Is my room ready?” It was still curt, and to the point, but with a small shred of sweetness. It was really all you managed to muster without it sounding unbelievable. 

Jackie practically skipped up to you, and leaned down so your eyes were even. He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head as he grinned wide at you. “Yup! We’ll have to start heading there now! Don’t worry, I can lead you there!” He giggled, but suddenly his face fell and he looked more serious. He straightened up, his eyes nearly pleading. “But…first…” 

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot once before looking back up at you. “Do you…finally love me yet?” His voice was almost a whisper, and he went completely silent while he waited for you to answer. It seemed like an innocent question, but given the current circumstances, it was far from so. He held his breath, and looked at you with eyes that reminded you of a child trying to beg their parents for candy without pulling any punches. Sort of like a guilt trip. 

Your jaw dropped slightly, not expecting the question at all. You quickly closed your mouth, and gave him the most genuine looking smile you could. “I…didn’t want to say it just yet. I…wanted to make it special.” You took a deep breath, simultaneously gathering the courage to lie, and make it believable. “I do…I do love you, Jackie.” The words were laced with all of the sweetness you could put into it, and looked at him with a wide grin and adoring eyes. 

His smile was far wider than yours, and he rushed up to you to pull you into a hug. Now wasn’t the time to thrash and make your escape. You had to wait until he at least untied your legs. If you could kick him down, you could easily find something to cut open the ropes around your wrists. So instead you leaned your head closer to him, as if to nuzzle him. 

You felt tears hitting your shoulder as he cried silently. “I’m so happy…I’m so happy to hear you say it. I’ve loved you for so long, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.” A small sob escaped his lips, and you felt him squeeze you tighter. His hands rubbed your back, and it was quiet for several moments as he took in several deep breaths. 

“I wanted to hear that for so long…” He laughed, but the air seemed to shift. Something was wrong. You felt a small prick in the side of your neck, and his laugh turned monotone. You were shocked at the change, and immediately started to feel dizzy. Before you could yell at him, he finished what he wanted to say. 

“Even though I know you’re lying.” He pulled back as he spoke, and you saw a sorrowed expression on his face. “You’ll believe it soon though. I know you will. You’ll be safe wi…” His words trailed off as you passed out, one thought running through your mind. One sentence that had never rang more true than in this moment. 

You were met with an awful realization when you awoke…tied to a chair, gagged, and in front of you stood the very man that drugged and kidnapped you. 

“HM!” You tried to speak, but seeing you were awake, the man approached you. 

“Shh…shh…” He stepped closer to you, and you tried to flinch back instinctively, but he wasn’t having any of it. “It’s alright! You’re somewhere safe.” He patted your head, and gave you a smile that would have melted most people’s hearts. However…it only served to make you even more frightened. “I’ll take your gag off…but don’t scream.” 

‘Like hell’ You thought, but nodded yes. The second the gag was removed, you screamed. “HEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE!” You thrashed in the chair, but you were tied so tight it did little to nothing. 

JBM looked hurt, and sighed, “I should have figured as much…” He took a step back when you tried to headbut him, and continued “I wish you wouldn’t do that.” He pulled up a chair of his own, and sat uncomfortably close to you. 

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled, trying to break free of the chair. But whatever it was made of, was not budging in the slightest. The ropes dug into your skin, but you didn’t care. You needed to get out of here. NOW. 

He gave you a glare that stopped you in your tracks. You had never seen that kind of look on his face. You didn’t even know it was possible for him to look so…menacing. As quickly as the look was on his face, it was gone. A soft smile took its place. 

“Heh…I told you. You were going to stay here until you learned to love this city. We’ll be here as long as it takes.” He stood up momentarily to spin the chair around, now sitting on it backwards. “Until you learn to…” He looked lost in thought for a moment, and a slight red crawled onto his cheeks. “Anyways. I have to go, I’ll be back soon. I promise to bring you food and water!” 

And with that, he got up to leave before turning on a wide array of monitors you hadn’t even noticed. It was…cameras. All over town. Each spot you had frequented, along with cameras in your very own apartment. They had no sound, but you could see just about anywhere in the city. On top of the last monitor, was an actual camera. Pointed right at you. 

Was he…really going to watch you the whole time he was gone? It was baffling, and you had paused for a good while processing. As soon as the door closed, you thrashed once more. It began to hurt, as the ropes dug into your skin even more. 

You saw the front door of wherever you were, and saw him leave on one of the monitors. Realizing that you couldn’t break free, you took to following him with your gaze on the monitors. As if he felt your gaze, he turned to each camera and waved as he made his way…to your apartment. 

He took all of your belongings, which you already had pre-packed, and headed out. So…he was gone to get your things. Not that you could use them in your current state. 

What an idiot…now you knew where you were. It was easy to follow him on the cameras, so you knew you were but a few blocks away from your apartment. Now, when you escaped, you would know how to get the hell out of this city to avoid detection on these many cameras. 

You knew that you were in the abandoned warehouse, which was clearly not really abandoned. How did his base get overlooked? You had even considered using it before, and had scouted it out…maybe there was a secret entrance somewhere. What if…that’s how he found you? He could follow you to your apartment when you visited his base. 

Shit…he was far gone. What kind of hero kidnaps people? Huh? Let alone a renowned villain…

After a while, he returned. He walked in, your bags in hand, and some takeout. Your favorite…of course. 

“Sorry for being gone so long, love! I had to get you something to eat.” He set down your bag across the room from you, and opened the takeout box. “Say ah!” And he held out the food to you on a fork. 

You gave him a deadpan stare. “Are you fucking kidding me?” turning your head to look away from him. No way in hell were you playing along with this. You didn’t care what he did, if he hurt you or whatever. You weren’t going to throw away your pride. That was exactly what you summed this up to be. 

“Oh…you must not be hungry then! I’ll feed you later!” And you could even hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll put it away, but you really need to eat something soon.” You heard him get up, and you glanced to the side to see him walk out the door. 

Good. Maybe he’d be gone a long time. 

However, he was back in a matter of minutes. 

He resumed his position on the backwards chair, and hummed a little tune. “Are you feeling well? You were asleep for a while…and that chair can’t be comfortable.” He looked sheepish, “You won’t be able to sleep in a bed until I know I can trust you…sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

If he hadn’t just kidnapped you…you’d think he was kind of cute. 

“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” Blunt, and to the point. You weren’t one to beat around the bush, and you needed to know the answer. What if…he never let you go? You wouldn’t be satisfied in a world where you couldn’t cause havoc. 

“Until you learn…” He trailed off, a blush on his face. “Until…” He gulped. But looked like he was gathering the courage to muster up an answer. 

“Spit it out,” You spat venomously, “Say it or get the fuck out of here.” And you glared. The glare didn’t seem to phase him, but he did stand up, walking over to you. 

He stepped closer, and closer to you. He held out his hands, and you flinched. After all…who knew what he was really capable of. He placed both hands on your cheeks, and tilted his head slightly, looking down at you. If hearts could be in someone's eyes? He would have them. 

He sighed, prepping to say what he was needing to say. 

“Until you learn to love me.” 

Who would have known that the hero…was the one about to kidnap the villain. 

It all started a few months ago, you were new to the area and were ready to do everything in your power to terrorize the citizens of this fine city. It was smaller, not as many heroes or villains so the people were really yours to terrify. 

There was one small-time hero that seemed to always be ready to stop you. Heh…he could try at least. Any time you went out to commit nefarious crimes, he was there. Jackieboyman. Or as you called him, JBM. 

Today was not one of those days. You were taking a stroll around town (to others you were just another person browsing the stores) when really, you were checking out spots to vandalize on your next outing. 

You saw a man…he looked familiar. He had green hair, something you knew JBM had. He was walking a certain distance behind you. You turned a couple times, and sometimes he was there…sometimes he wasn’t. 

But something about the way he walked made you certain it was him. Not just that, but you had heard him multiple times. You’d know that voice anywhere. You were certain it was him. 

‘Damn it…’ You thought. ‘I need to lose him.’

But realistically, you also weren’t wearing your normal gear. How could he know if it was you? And even if he did, would he cause a scene in such a crowded place when he also wasn’t wearing his gear?

You quickly went back to your lair after that, making sure he wasn’t following you. Sometimes it was harder to lose him than others, but you liked to think you were sneaky enough by now. 

But after that? Any time you went on an outing, you would see green hair in the crowd. Always close to you, and sometimes even making eye contact with you. 

Did he know of your secret identity?

If he did, he didn’t cause a scene. Something that surprised you, because from what you could gather, he LOVED being awed at and praised for doing heroic deeds. 

It wasn’t until your next fight you realized he knew exactly who you were. 

You were robbing the bank in town, and JBM showed up. As expected. 

He ran at you, trying to rip the bag from your hands. Or…so you thought. 

He really just needed to get close enough to whisper in your ear, “I know who you are…y/n.” He said, smiling at you as you revealed a face covered in shock. 

You grunted and shoved him away from you. “If you knew who I was, why haven’t you taken me in yet?” You snarled. 

JBM laughed, and said “That’s not the plan I have for you.” 

It was chilling, but you didn’t know why. 

Needing to get out of this situation, you threw down a smoke bomb and ran out. As far as you could tell, he didn’t follow you. 

You cursed and threw down the bag on your apartment floor, and sat down angrily on the couch. 

You needed to get out of here. NOW. 

Spending the next couple hours packing all of your belongings and getting ready to move to a new town, you collapsed on the couch one last time. 

“I’m gonna miss this place…” You said, before taking a deep breath and standing up to start grabbing your bags. 

A knock at the door stopped you in your tracks. 

Maybe it was that damn landlord again, “I’m busy!” You called towards the door. 

Another knock. 

You groaned, not wanting to deal with anyone right now, but went to the door anyway. 

You tried looking through the peephole in the door, but something was covering it. That was weird…

Opening the door…you were met with an awful sight. 

It was JBM. At your apartment door. He was smiling and had something in his hand. 

“TCH! NOT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE!” You tried to slam the door shut but he placed his foot in it, and walked inside after you. 

He pulled out a knife, and that stopped you in your tracks. He NEVER brought actual weapons that could do much damage. Poles or such yes, but nothing…sharp. 

He looked troubled, and commanded “Sit down. Now.” And his tone of voice was much more serious than the silly tone he usually used when you would banter back and forth. 

You obeyed, sitting on your couch and glaring up at him. 

It looked like he was about to sob…but why? You were the one being held captive in your own home. BY A SUPERHERO NO LESS! 

“Why…?” He said softly. 

“Huh? Why what?” You were beyond confused now. What was he trying to get at here?

“Why are you trying to leave me?” 

“H-How did you know I was leaving town? Why are you here?” There is no way he could have known when you were trying to skip town. 

JBM sighed, and flicked the knife around his fingers, “Am I not entertaining enough?” He whined, “Am I not good enough for you?” 

“You’re delusional. You know my secret identity, there’s no way I’m sticking around.” The glare you gave him had never been so venomous, “How. How did you know I was leaving?” 

He let out a soft chuckle, “I placed cameras in your apartment a long time ago.” He said it so casually…as if it was a normal every-day occurrence. “So I’m taking you to my place. I’ll help you love this city.” 

“LIKE HELL I’M GOING WITH YOU!” You screamed getting up off the couch. “Cut me up. But I refuse to go with you.” And you tried to shove him, but he was prepared for this. 

He reached around you, and held a fabric to your mouth. DAMN IT! HE REALLY WAS DRUGGING YOU!

The last thing you saw before succumbing to unconsciousness, was JBM’s smiling face, looking down at you.