i'm deedee, i'm 20, and i like writing little blurbs and drabbles of my fav fictional characters :3
i'll mainly be a reno (final fantasy 7) writer, but i am multifandom (daredevil, resident evil, dc comics, the arkham games, and the new dcu) and i will be opening my asks soon for writing requests or for any little thoughts about the characters i'll write for !
i will write x reader smut and fluff for bullseye / dex poindexter, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, jill valentine, ada wong, jason todd, vigilante / adrian chase, and kara zor-el !
i look forward to being more active and getting out of my years-long writing slump :P
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envisioning eater! jason todd who tongue-fucks you throughout the night and makes you squirt over and over again. one of your legs rests on his shoulder while the other is suspended in the air by his strong arm that's been there for the past few hours. your thighs clench together every time he hits the sweet spot, the one that makes you release juices all over him.
but he doesn't stop, not until your legs are trembling and you're grabbing his hair so tight it's about to be ripped off. he loves the taste of you; he can never get enough of you.
Tags !: fem! reader x jason todd, eating out, piv, unprotected, wrap it b4 u tap it!
Jason Todd and the way he touches your thighs while eating you out. He said he wouldn't take long and it's just prep until you find yourself pined by his hands hold onto the back of your knees that are pressed up your boobs.
His tongue sucking, prodding and licking you. Your slick is running down his chin as you just hear the nasty sounds coming from your lower half. Jason's hips keep grinding into the mattress causing it to squeak.
His boxers are getting sticky the bedsheets bellow him starting to form a little wet patch. You felt your pussy start to spasm and a weird sensation. You squirted and came on his face. He pulled away, his face drenched and licking his lips.
"Do that again f'me...? Please baby..." Jason hurried to peel off his boxers bringing you into a kiss purely full of tongue and teeth.
"C'mon baby put your legs up f'me..." Jason's voice was sooo groggy. It was so fucking sexy you just couldn't help but do what he told you.
"That's it..." He started pushing his tip in slowly and bottomed out.
"Oh my gosh... Jay... s' too big...!" You moaned out. He started moving his hips repeatedly slamming into your ass. Your nails running down his back. Jason's face was buried in your shoulder kissing you.
"Fuck you feel too good..." He moaned. His hips moving faster as he brought you into a kiss that was softer than the other.
"Please baby... cum on my cock... please..." You nodded over and over again jaw going slack as you threw your head back. Then he hit that spot and you just started crying out of sheer pleasure, his hips tightened up and gently grabbed your face moaning into the kiss as his tongue entered your mouth.
When he pulled out a white ring was formed around his cock, and the view he was presented was your sweet pussy in full display for him. Just so full of him he almost was about to start another round until he realized you were tired.
He ended up leaving an hour or two after to go patrol you didn't really count as he ran you a bath and washed your hair gently. His hands running through your scalp nicely. You fell asleep in a a hoodie of his.
Later...
Jason decided to take a well earned shower at the end of his patrol at the batcave. Either way he had to go to a debrief after so it was like he had a choice. He ended up coming out in some sweats and a tank only for Tim to gag and Damian give him a side eye. Steph and Duke whispered to each other giggling as Cass smirked at him.
"Damn how busy were you before you came here Jason?" Steph snickered only for Jason to roll his eyes.
Dick patted him on the back, trying to hide his laughter, "Jay, you might wanna check your back, but hey good job buddy!" He said in between wheezes.
"The fuck are you on about dick hea- he looked at his back in the reflection of one of the many monitors of the bat computer.
"You're all immature!" His cheeks were getting redder as the batfam broke into laughter.
smut | fluff | cockwarming | domestic life with jason
after a long day, all you want is to sink into jason. all he wants is to help you relax, in anyway possible. rq
“strip.”
peeking over the edge of his novel, jason raises his brow at you. he watches as you drop your bag onto the table next to the door and stride closer towards him on the bed, comfortably reading.
“why hello my beautiful girlfriend, how was your day?” barely concealing his amusement.
you sigh as you pull off your shirt and toss it lazily onto the ground. “i had a horrible, terrible, miserable day. i’d like to have sex with my boyfriend if that’s okay with you.”
jason blinks and pulls off his glasses, revealing his pretty eyes.
“i mean that’s a lot of adjectives,” setting his glasses on-top of his book on the bedside table, scooting up further against the headboard as if inviting you in. “—and of course i’m not opposed, but don’t you wanna talk about it first ma?”
you don’t even think before answering. “nope.”
tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.
your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.
“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you really feeling baby?”
he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against your inner thigh. jason even helps further by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.
“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”
he answers with a smile and a soft whisper against your lips that he’d “…missed you more.”
the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.
he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, how relief washes over you. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers. the moment feels sacred, so he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner of his dresser.
the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.
“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear, coaxing you to drop your full weight against him.
sighing, you smile, “says you.”
then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.
the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.
though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to lay on him like a fish out of water.
he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”
you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.
“that feel good?” asking as he continues massaging.
“very,” you’re humming while he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.
with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.
“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.
delicate in his care, jason lets you rest over him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender muscles simultaneously.
his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues moving his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp over his shoulders despite how you hugged him tight before. now it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant you were relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of your back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.
though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. not pulling out either, he only keeps you in his lap while his practiced fingers soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed. besides, there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around your waist while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him, he brings them a little lower to shift some weight off your knees so you wouldn’t be sore in the morning.
when he’s settled, he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.
“sweet dreams ma.”
everyone say thank you @eatshitanddie- for putting this idea in my head. love you pooks ;)
dex getting jealous and enraged when you come home telling him that spiderman saved you from some assholes on your way home. one of the few times he actually listened to you telling him to not follow you, and that spider asshole whose been watching you for quite some time now gets to conveniently rescue you and steal your attention.
it takes all night to kiss away the tension in his clenched jaw, sitting in his lap and listing off all the reasons you love him until you see the glimmer come back to his dark eyes and start to grind against the growing bulge beneath you……all while spidey watches from the rooftop across the street :-)
its like you WANT to kill me at this point helena. GOD.
dex getting seething jealousy at the way you beam about the self righteous prick known as spider man, he's had his encounters with him every now and then in the past (the little bastard always dodged away the projectiles he threw at him) and now he has to hear you gush about him too? oh that simply wont slide with dex. he spends the rest of the night avoiding your gaze and saying "you should date him then, if you love him so much" its not until you make him cum untouched, just by kissing, that he finally eases into the idea of you harboring a silly crush on the masked hero.
(the masked hero who is watching the whole thing go down from across the street, plotting ways he's gonna free you from the criminal that is keeping you captive 🤭)
synopsis: dick's patrol partner has a confusing run in with ivy. jason's more than willing to help solve the problem. (4.2k)
warnings: SMUT, piv, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex, sex pollen/aphrodisiacs, rambling dirty talk, praise/degration, jason's a self proclaimed eater, big dick jay, probably more idk, proofread in theory
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
you practically barrelled through the doors of the batcave under dicks arm, wasting zero time in taking your tactical gear off and heaving into the air, out of breath and sweating through every layer you had on.
damian, who'd been out with jason on patrol at the other end of the city came in through the in-manor entrance, smoothie in had with a scowl of disgust on his face.
"you look awful." he muttered, eyeing you as dick set you on a table in the med bay.
you merely growled under your breath, too overwhelmed to give what would've been a typical response.
dick glared at his youngest brother, helping you get down to the tank and protective shorts you wore under your suit.
"helpful. can you get tim, please?" he urged, waving around the room at damian while he took a slow, deliberate sip of his smoothie.
you were gonna kill him. as soon as you stopped feeling like you were on your own deathbed.
before damian could respond, you latched a hand onto dick's arm and stared at him through your lashes with a weak look.
"i need to throw up" you tried, and his face flushed, rushing to get the garbage can to you before you took a star out of your hair and threw it at him, you accuracy still good enough to land right in front of his feet.
"no.. bathroom, i need-" you paused, head spinning momentarily from the heat that seemingly came right from your bones.
"need to make myself puke. get it out" you mumbled, trying to ease yourself off the table and missing the edge entirely with your hand.
dick rushed to keep you in place, forcing you to sit back, deeply considering latching the wrist restraints.
"nothing ivy would've done to you is coming out from puking it up, we need to figure out what it is first" he grabbed your hand, trying to get you to make eye contact.
finally, he had realized that damian hadn't moved.
"i told you to go get tim!" he stressed, and damian crossed his arms with a low scowl.
"he's still in chinatown stopping a hostage robbery with father. they wont return for some time." he stated, setting his drink down.
"great! so there are no adults around-" you started, groaning in pain when a flash of heat settled deep in your stomach, your legs tensing and your chest falling to your knees in agony.
dick wanted to take that to heart, but he really didn't have time, so he settled for a pinch of his nose and a shake of his head.
"we need a blood sample, go get the vials." he directed, a small smirk on damian's face when your head whipped up.
"no, no! absolutely not, last time he drew my blood he took extra to do some freak testing on me-" you shouted, shaking your head rapidly and gripping onto dick's arm.
he took a deep breath through his nose, waving damian towards the med supplied regardless, trying to soothe you with a hand on your knee. " he promises not to do that again. we need to test you, sweetheart."
you groaned in response, glaring towards the boy when he came back gloved and with vials and alcohol wipes, begrudgingly holding your arm out for him.
he smiled sarcastically, face immediately dropping as he wiped the alcohol pad along the inside of your elbow and gripped above it, giving you a quick look to make sure you were ready as he slid the needle into your vein.
jason came into the cave just as damian pulled the needle back out of you, two fingers on your skin to keep pressure on the site so you didn't get blood all over the place
"jesus. you look like shit." he mused, your head slowly lifting to make eye contact with him. if looks could kill.
he trotted over as damian left with the sample, gripping your jaw in his fingers to assess you.
dilated pupils, dripping sweat, flushed on every inch of exposed skin, breathing like you'd just run a marathon, and mouth dry like you were dying of thirst.
"what happened to her?" he asked, shooting a glare to dick as if it was his fault.
he only sighed, jaw tensing. "i was getting down from the fire escape while she was fighting ivy. she grabbed her by the throat and fucking kissed her" he explained. gesturing at your disheveled form and the light fingerprints against your neck
"so you were doing fuckin' somersaults off a building while your patrol partner got eco roofied. great going, dickhead." he gruffed out, rolling his eyes.
that spiralled into an argument, like it always does, and so they were both too busy to notice you oggling jason.
he was still dripping water from his shower, hair damp and messy. he was shirtless and only in a pair of loose shorts that hung so low on his hips you could feel your mouth watering at his happy trail leading into the waistband.
and it was jason, so, no matter how loose the short, they still found a way to cling to the muscles of his thighs.
you only snapped out of it when damian peaked around the corner looking utterly grossed out, and called for his brothers.
jason huffed, spiwing under your jaw affectionately with one finger before turning to damian. "we'll be right back, princess." was all you heard before all three of them left your line of sight.
damian cleared his throat as they all approached the computer, bringing up the results from your blood sample on the screen. jasons lips parted in realization when he read the words.
unbearable levels of maca root. like, so high he was shocked you stayed upright long enough to have your blood taken.
dick didn't seem to get what it was, so damian moved over to the page he'd pulled up on the plant, allowing him to read.
a plant used to boost libido and energy. at this dose, with dizzying blood pressure changes, headaches and stomach pain. accompany that with ivy's tantalizing pheromone production, and you had a concoction that could send your heart into dysfunction.
damian cleared his throat once more, standing square in front of jason and dick with an uncomfortable scowl.
"this seems like an issue best handled by.. one of you two. i will see myself out." he nodded, cheeks a little flushed, before walking out of the cave and off into the manor to put on some headphones and the loudest music he could tolerate.
the remaining brothers stared at each other, dumbfounded and unable to come to any ideas on what to say to you.
"maybe we could bring her to the bar, or something? one night stand type deal?" dick suggested, and jason raised an eyebrow at him like he was a moron.
"she looks like a fucking tweaker off cherry hill, dick. nobody's tapping that." he whisper-shouted, moving an arm out towards the med bay, to the bed you were no longer on.
they both twisted their heads to the side, letting out a synched "shit." at the realization that you'd moved.
they both scattered to the room, only to find you curled up in a corner, face pressed to the cool metal of the supply locker. you only backed in further when they approached you, dick kneeling at your side while jason stood awkwardly with his arms crossed.
"we found out whats wrong.." dick started, and your eyes lit up with hope for a moment before you took in their expressions. jason scratched the back of his neck, staring at the ground. dick refused to make eye contact.
"okay... what is it?" you asked, voice weak from exhaustion even though there was this lighting coursing through you that you couldn't even begin to explain
jason looked up first, sighing. "it's a very, very strong aphrodisiac. meant to make you uncomfortably and insatiably needy until, well... someone fixes it." he explained, sniffling casually after in an attempt to pretend this was a regular conversation.
dick continued. "you could theoretically wait it out... a cold room and a lot of water, we'd keep track of your blood pressure and run you an iv, just to be safe, but-" he paused, clearing his throat
"but there's no telling how long it'll take get better. so it's easier if i just get laid." you finished the sentence for him, and he nodded slightly, pursing his lips together.
you hid your face in your hands, a tear leaking from your inner corner and sliding down your cheek.
"i'm in too much pain to wait it out, dick, i can't-"
"it's alright," jason interrupted you.
"if you've got someone you can call, or if-" he licked his lips. "if you want one of us to help, we can." he nodded, stoic, like this was a mission he had to complete and not the question of if one of your co-workers, friends, was gonna have to fuck you tonight.
"i don't have anyone." you whispered, a little embarrassed.
you took a minute to think, long enough to the point both boys thought you might be trying to save their ego.
"listen, ma. you and dick are close, you'll be comfortable with h-"
"no." you shook your head, interrupting with the loudest tone you'd mustered all night.
dick's eyebrows shot up a little, and jason's jaw tensed awkwardly.
"no?" he tried, shifting his weight onto one leg before kneeling onto it, cupping your face.
you looked at dick, a small smirk tugging at his lips. and when you felt better, you'd slap his smug fucking face for choosing now as the time to give you the 'i knew it!' look in front of the boy you'd been crushing on since you were seventeen.
but then you looked at jason, and your flush of embarrassment melted into more need, more than you already had, which was already more than you could handle.
"please, jay." you tried, grabbing his wrist where it was below your jaw.
he gazed over to dick quickly, but nodded at you. "of course, princess. i got you." he reassured, and dick stood.
"i'll warn tim and bruce not to come in through the cave entrance." he nodded, walking off.
jason licked his lips, getting you to look him in the eye again.
“you’re sure, yeah? this feels- i don’t want to take advantage of you, ma. you’re feeling a lot of shit right now” he furrowed his eyebrows, eyes soft on yours to try and get an honest answer out of you.
“jay, please,” you tried, reaching out for his face.
the last thing you wanted on top of the embarrassment of him seeing you like this was to have to admit how badly you wanted him- drugged or not, while you were a weeping mess.
he nodded stiffly, sitting down next to you and guiding you into his lap, dry, calloused hands carding through your sweat-damp hair before he pressed his lips to yours.
you sobbed into his mouth. relief washing over you just barely at the contact, but enough to subside the delirium inducing nausea.
you tried to push your face closer to his, but he gripped the bottom of your skull softly, keeping you in place.
his tongue prodded between your lips, and you swore you felt your body cool down 5 degrees. he hummed into you, tongue swiping the back of your teeth in a way that made your legs squeeze together in his lap.
you reached for one of his wrists, weakly guiding his hand to your thighs, pulling back from his kisses to give him a pleading look.
“you tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” he squeezed your thigh, and you nodded desperately, parting your legs for him when he tapped the side of your leg.
he cupped your mound through your shorts, lips getting back to work down your jaw, to your neck. he nipped and licked at the exposed skin, moaning against you at the salty taste of your sweat.
one arm linked around your waist, pulling you up off his lap slightly so the other could tug your shorts down, leaving you in a dainty pair of cotton underwear, soaked through and sticking uncomfortably to your already oversensitive skin.
his kisses and bites only subsided when he slid his hand down the front of them, middle finger finding your clit with practiced ease.
he rubbed light circles, fighting the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth when you whined and your legs immediately clamped around his forearm.
“relax, princess. open up f’me” he murmured into your hairline, gaze piercing down to where your panties had shifted to the side.
you were glistening, the insides of your thighs stained with your own arousal, your folds puffy, and your clit so swollen every touch made you want to jolt.
“this okay?” he asked, eyes lifting to your face again for a brief moment to make sure you were okay.
you nodded eagerly, and jason nodded slowly with you, maintaining eye contact when you looked up at him to express your honesty.
your lips parted when he slid a finger down to collect some of the building moisture, using it as slip against your nub.
“there we go, sweetheart. that’s it” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth when your eyebrows furrowed and you gasped.
your hand reached for his forearm, scratching lightly at it to keep it in place, the stimulation distracting you from the heat in your bones.
“more” you cried, curling your head into the crook of his neck to hide the desperation, like it would help.
he hummed in response, pressing quick kisses to your forehead as he shifted his hand, middle and ring finger pushing into you gently while his thumb replaced the attention on your clit.
you moaned into his skin, nails out and digging into the skin of his wrist when he curled his fingers upwards and brushed your walls.
“jay- nh, jason” you tried, gripping his forearm tighter while he shushed you.
“i got you, baby, it’s okay.” he purred, biting his lip to keep from groaning when your slick started to stain the palm of his hand.
he used his free hand to grip your jaw, forcing your head up to smash his lips into yours once more, your cries muffled into his mouth while tears caught on your inner corners.
your thighs started to close in again, trembling softly while you neared your peak.
“haah, jay-“ you tried, babbling into his mouth, spit smearing against it.
“i know, princess. i know. ive got you” he reassured, gruff voice taking such a soft tone you felt your heart throb in your chest.
you buried your face back into his skin, teeth baring and digging into the muscle of his shoulder when you reached your peak, muffled sobs echoing in the space between your bodies, his fingers slowing to a stop as he worked you down from your high.
“there we go, baby. better?” he hummed, not giving you any time to answer before he slid his fingers between his lips to lick them clean.
your eyes blew wide at the sight. “mhm, better, jay. but i-“ you whimpered, trying to get the point across without directly telling him.
“you need more, ma. i know. had to work you open for me, yeah?” he cooed, cradling your face to press a quick kiss to your lips, then the tip of your nose.
you furrowed your eyebrows, and he couldn’t hide his grin.
he adjusted your thighs so they wrapped around his waist, picking you up and placing you back on the med table.
“what? nobody ever get you ready before? what kind of losers have you been letting have you like this, huh?” he asked. it was almost mocking, and you gasped into the side of his hand, the tone making a new pool of need drip into your underwear
you only shook your head in response, not bothering to answer the second question- he’d already answered it. they were losers. ones you were using to try and get over him, at that.
“don’t tell me.. nobody’s ever tasted this perfect cunt before, hm? they thought they were above that? just fucked you like a sleeve?” he licked his lips. your thigh twitched around his waist.
you didn’t respond. you gaped at him.
“you know, i saw you come home from dates. heard you tell dick how bad they were. saw how tense you were all the damn time” his eyes raked down your body. he lifted your shirt up over your tits and smirked softly.
you only moaned at the cool air on your nipples, eyes boring into his, begging him to do something.
“it didn’t take much to figure out that nobody had ever fucked you how you deserve.” he sighed, almost a little angry at the fact that nobody had cherished you like he wanted to. that you were stuck with selfish fucks and fake orgasms.
“but that’s okay…” he cooed, head moving down to let his mouth latch onto your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple.
he moved his head slowly up your neck, nipping behind your ear before pulling your body closer, straining hard on pressing right into your inner thigh.
“cause i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. and i will gladly be the first to show you what it feels like to be taken care of properly” he mumbled, lips planting themselves on your cheek before he stared you down like prey.
“jay-“ you cried, so desperate for him to turn his words to reality.
he was quick to move back, ridding of his shorts, cock immediately springing up and slapping his lower tummy, a groan slipping from his lips.
you leaned back on your elbows, gaze transfixed on him.
pink and weeping at the tip. a generous length you could handle, but with a girth that you worried would break you open. one vein down the bottom that throbbed when this small, needy sound came from the back of your throat unwarranted.
without even registering your movement, you sat back up and reached out for him, immediately having your wrists gripped and pinned back to the table on either side of you.
without a word jason’s mouth was on yours again, your tongue immediately pushing into him with need, a wicked smile meeting your swollen lips.
then he adjusted your hips on the table, hand caressing your lower back, and he pressed the tip of his cock into your entrance.
you sobbed into his mouth. two fingers not nearly enough to help you gauge how much of him there was as he pressed into you.
“jason!” you cried, hand pressing against his hip as you stared up at him, jaw hanging open.
“shhh, baby. i got you” he nodded slowly, the hand not on your back cupping your face delicately as he pushed further
“biiiig stretch, ma. m’ right here” he cooed, burying himself to the hilt. a moan died on your tongue, coming out in this choked, needy whine that made him throb inside you.
he grabbed your hand from his hip, thumb brushing along your knuckles, a litter of kisses following.
then he lead you onto your back, setting your hand down to adjust your legs so your thighs were parallel to his chest, and your ankles were up on his shoulders.
then he leaned down. pressing your own legs to your chest without moving his hips an inch.
“atta girl,” he groaned, backing his hips up ever so slightly and jutting back in, eyes hooded as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
“jesus fuck- jason” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair.
the burn in your thighs was only an addicting twinge on top of the pleasure of him nestled inside you.
“can barely fuckin move, princess. poor pussy doesn’t want me to leave her” he chided, rolling forward with a focused tension in his brows.
“so fuckin- damn, ma. so fuckin’ tight around me, feels like heav-“ he choked out the end of his sentence when you clenched around him, crying out his name and tugged at the curls by the nape of his neck.
he found his rhythm, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. he shoved his face into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy, wet kisses along your pulse point.
you felt his teeth scratch at the skin before he sucked a sweet mark, his hands roaming down to the tops of your thighs to squeeze lovingly at the soft flesh there.
“this is how a good fuck is supposed to feel, yeah?” he babbled, nipping at your jaw.
“can’t fuckin’ shut you up, the prettiest damn noises i’ve ever heard” he groaned, leaning his head back to watch the tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
“mh, jason-“ you whined, but he was so lost he couldn’t stop blabbing.
“feel so fuckin good around me, baby. never letting you go. nobody else gets to have this.” he pressed your thighs even closer to your chest, the tip of his cock prodding at a spot inside you that made your vision go white.
you cried out, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders cause all you could do was grip onto him for dear life.
“ohhh..” he smirked. “right there, huh? that feels good?” he asked, sweet, sweet tone dripping with condescension
you nodded eagerly, trying to pull his back closer to you, needing to feel him everywhere.
“so fuckin pretty like this, ma.” he licked his lips.
“poor things never been taken proper care of… must’ve been so pent up, yeah?” he asked, tilting his head to the side mockingly.
“jay- nh. jason, jace,” you babbled, eyes falling shut, tears finally dripping down your your cheeks.
“that’s it, sweetheart. can feel you squeezing me. gonna come on my cock?” he wiped the tears from your face with his thumb, cradling the bottom of your skull to get you to open your eyes.
“mmmhm! yes, can i-“ you tried, voice giving up on you when his fingers found your clit again.
“of course you can, sweet thing. give it to me, hm? come on,” he urged, one hand working to keep your legs stable so you didn’t accidentally push him out of you.
they still shook in his grip, your head craning back with a soft mewl. your back lifted off the bed slightly when you came, gripping at his hair to bring him closer to you.
“there she is.. there we go, good girl” he cooed, hips still rolling into you slowly, thumb slowing to a stop.
you cried in overstimulation when your orgasm faded and he was still moving with fever.
he shushed you softly, giving you a few slow, sloppy kisses as he felt you near your end again.
“hold on for me, ma. you can wait, can’t you?” he purred, earning an eager nod and a bite into his shoulder once more, a feeble attempt at muffling your sobs.
his hips slowed, and he perched himself as deep as he could get. you felt the heat of him finishing inside you, sweet ropes of come painting your walls while he groaned into your ear.
he pulled back with an obscene, slick pop, keeping your legs pressed to your chest with one arm while he knelt to the floor and licked a stripe up your cunt.
you squealed, fighting against his grip momentarily before his tongue prodded gently into your pussy, and he lapped at your mixed spend with a moan.
your body relaxed slightly, back still arched up and legs beginning to tremble again.
his nose brushed your clit with a particularly greedy swipe of his tongue through your folds, and you went dead silent.
your vision blacked when you came again, body writhing off the table with only his arm for stability. when you came to, all you could do was whine pathetically, chest heaving when jason came back up to press a kiss to your lips.
“there we go, baby. that’s it. breathe,” he soothed, adjusting your body so you were laid more comfortably on the bed.
he turned to grab a cloth from the med cabinet, dampening it with cool water before he swiped it along your inner thighs with precise gentleness.
you twitched when the cloth came in contact with your clit, and he shushed you softly.
“s’alright, sweetheart. gotta clean you up, okay?” he whispered, kissing the top of your head as you nodded.
when he went to walk off to get you some clothes, a promise of his ensuite bath upstairs waiting to sooth the ache in your bones, you called his name.
he turned, humming sweetly at you.
“how long have you known?” you asked, whisper quiet. he smiled.
you’re shaving dex’s face in the bathroom, sitting on the counter while he stands in front of you. he just stares at you while you work, holding his hands on your waist. he adores your focused face. the way you care makes him feel loved in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
you finish up and wipe his face with a towel, patting as gently as you can. dex is incredibly particular about his body care—and everything else in his life—and you imagine it comes from a mixture of his military background and ocd, so you do your best to appease him.
but then you see his scar. it’s deep and jagged. completely healed despite looking like it was cut yesterday. it’s always fascinated you. it was the first thing you noticed about dex when you met him.
dex smirks at your staring. you do this so often, just staring at his scar.
“sweetheart, you’re staring again.” you look up at his words and smile sheepishly.
“sorry–”
“you don’t need to apologize. i like it.”
“–you know i like your scar, dex.”
you smile at your overlapping words, leaning closer to his face. dex returns your smile, starting to close his eyes as you get closer. but his eyes fly open when he feels your tongue on his cheek, slowly licking a big stripe over his scar.
dex lets out a deep laugh, dropping his eyes down to yours that look up at him as you lick across his scar.
“it seems i’ve underestimated how much you like my scar.”
“mmm stop talking dex, you’re moving it!” you giggle and go back in for another lick. he laughs again before stilling his face and sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“is that enough fo–?”
he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you bite the scar hard.
hehe i love ur reno stuff cause its been hard to find stuff of him lately. could u write something where the reader also has a position in shinra? not at high as him— but maybe they’re like an assistant to him or just the turks in general? maybe..
Assistant to the Turk
Thank you anon, I hope you enjoy! I think this is the first time I wrote anything for Reno that wasn’t headcanons so excuse the shitty dialogue lmao
Typing away at your computer, you’re practically drowning in your work: Piles of papers with rough drafts of mission reports that you’re expected to finish up have been accumulating on your desk. But now that your little eye candy isn’t here, you can diligently dedicate yourself to your tasks.
“Eye candy” is what he dubbed himself before he brought you a new stack of papers one time, as you later found out when Elena came to vent her frustrations about her fellow Turks. “Who wouldn’t deserve a little eye candy for their hard work?” Is the argument with which he took the report right out of Elena’s hands and straight to your office just to come see you.
Now that you’re thinking of him, his mission should be over soon. As if on cue, the door opens and a light breeze wakes you from your monotone work flow. The only one who opens the door without ever knocking—
“Reno.”
But instead of his usual flirty remarks, his heavy sigh is what makes you look up from your screen. He sits down on the little couch behind you, leans his head back and crosses his arms in front of his chest. And he looks terrible. Every visible part of his skin is littered with little cuts and bruises and he seems utterly exhausted.
“Was s’posed to check up on Aerith today. Looks like she’s got herself a new bodyguard, asshole called himself a Soldier. Who does he think he is?”
And he’s in a bad mood too, but you know what he’s like. It’s not rare that he comes into your office looking for some sort of comfort or distraction from his daily life as a Turk. Although he’s never told you about his real intentions when visiting you, he always explains that someone’s “gotta keep an eye on the new secretary.” But you can tell he just enjoys your company and it warms your heart.
“Looks like he beat you up pretty badly.”
That gets a little chuckle out of him.
“Shut up. Should’ve seen the grunts that came with me, poor guys can hardly walk anymore. That little shit knows what he’s doing with that weapon of his, gotta give him that.”
You stand up to take a closer look at him. Seems like that new bodyguard was wielding a sword, perhaps? There’s a small gash near his wrist and the sleeve of his suit jacket tore. You can’t see much more since he’s hiding his hand under his other arm, but it looks pretty painful. And you’re staring. Reno looks up at you standing right in front of him, but he can’t hold your gaze for long before he looks off to the side. Finally you’ve managed to fluster him! It’s probably just his embarrassment at you seeing him in this state, but hey, a win’s a win. But you’re gracious enough not to tease him any further, even if he’d definitely deserve it considering how often he does it to you…
“He’s a soldier? Don’t they usually listen to Turk’s orders?” You make your way towards the locker in the corner of your office and rummage around in the mess. Your bag, printer paper, all sorts of fancy stationary that you use as backup, and an emergency kit hidden underneath it all. It seems like he hasn’t paid a visit to Shinra’s infirmary yet, and although this isn’t listed in your job description, you might as well patch him up yourself. Make him stay a little longer.
“Nah, he said he’s a first class. Would’ve seen him around if he was. He’s got the eyes and one heck of a sword though.”
Making your way over to the couch, you sit down next to him and open the little box to pull out some bandages.
“You gonna patch me up now, sweet stuff?”
“Sweet stuff? That’s cringe, Reno.”
“Then what else should I call ya? My nurse?”
You pull at his arm and in the process also Reno himself closer to you, earning an “Ouch” from him.
“My name is perfectly fine, thank you. And what did you say about that guy’s eyes? You know, your eyes look like you’re on mako half the time yourself.” Pulling at his upper arm and placing it on your lap, you remove his leather glove and cut straight to clumsily wrapping the bandage around his wrist without disinfecting the wound first and mentally chide yourself. What a stupid move to pull him so close to you, now he’s literally breathing down your neck. He’s having fun, alright.
“Now don’t try to distract me, I’m tryin’ to find a nickname here.”
“Nope, we’re done. Look!” The bandage looks amateur at best and this might not have been the best idea considering there’s professionals just a couple of floors away but oh well. Standing up, you try to gain a little distance to calm your nerves and let the uncomfortable feeling of your face heating up pass.
“For a second I thought you were tryin’ to cut my circulation with how much you were pulling there at the end. Not bad though. Not bad at all.”
At least he’s happy with it, you suppose. You sit back down at your desk and look forward to now also writing a report about how Reno messed up the mission, perfect material to tease him back once it’s done.
“Hey.”
Before you can start typing again, he calls for your attention while lazily leaning against the door frame. Even when he’s bruised and battered, his casual demeanor is still apparent. Maybe his job makes him more pain-resistant than the average person.
“Thanks. Might have to take you out to dinner after work now, huh?”
I'm way too obsessed OG Turks, getting the hand stepped on by reno-san and then kicked off a cliff by him is literally nothing but a reward. What kind of good karma did Corneo build in his past life to get his life ended like that??
If I get reincarnated, I wanna come back as Corneo lmao
(writes something) god this sucks so bad. this is awful. i'm the worst writer ever. this is nothing. (rereads it a while after writing it) oh dude this is fire. i'm the god of writing. (writes something again) god this sucks so bad. th
How Reno would react/fall in love with the new Turk (HC)
Author’s note: Sorry I haven’t done these in so long <_< I might be a little rusty…
Warnings: None, I think.
- Reno is happy to have a new member after so long of it being just being the three of them (Rude, Tseng and Himself ofc)
- He immediately welcomed you with open arms. He was acting like an older brother figure to you.
- Teasing you, occasionally pulling some light pranks on you but it never feels mean spirited. He just wants to make you feel welcomed.
- Over time though, he starts to see you differently. He starts to stare at you longer than usual, wanting to stay by your side and is more protective of you. He didn’t want any harm to you.
- It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in love with you. He wasn’t stupid. He just wanted the timing to be right. Things were chaotic at the moment. He could read the room.
- Once things to have calmed down, he takes you to a private room, just the two of you. He wanted it to be more private.
- “Okay so, I’m just gonna cut the chase. I am in love with ya. Have been for a while now. I’d like to take you out on a date… if you want too of course.”
- He is rarely sincere so, when he got suddenly serious with you, it definitely got your attention.
- Whenever you answer with (Let’s be honest, most of you will say yes lol) you know that he will always be by your side and will always take care of you :)
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content.ᐟ 18+, ab-riding, praise, aftercare, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweet girl)
YOU'RE DRAGGING your leaking, aching cunt across the hard lines of his torso until a squelching sound emits with every movement of your hips. he's simply laying there, an amused smirk playing at his lips as a result of your desperate whimpers. this usually happens when he's too tired or injured after patrol to fuck you in the way you crave.
"such a needy girl, huh?" he teases, resting two heavy, calloused hands on the fat of your hips. "jesus-" he huffs a low, gravely chuckle, entertained by just how much you're leaking. "makin' a goddamn mess, baby" he tuts, admiring the glistening slick smeared across his front.
you're so close, the friction of his firm, warm skin against your sensitive clit is making your nails dig in to his pecs. he knows when you're close before you do, always kept track of the way your body nearly loses control.
"you gonna cum like this?" he asks, "don't even need my help, huh?" he cups your cheek, making you lock eyes with him as your grinding grows sloppier. you couldn't care less about the embarrassment anymore, it's so intoxicating getting off on him like this, all while he sits back and watches.
your pathetic noises only grow louder with each grind, with each swipe of your pussy across his abs. "j-jay– m'gonna cum" you breathe out, clenching your eyes shut. you can feel his clothed, throbbing cock, probably making a sticky mess in his pants with pre-cum, pressing against your ass every time you move, a sign that he's getting off on this just as much as you are.
"i know, babygirl" he coos, leaning up slightly to press soft, fluttering kisses to your neck. "you can let go f'me, sweet girl" he purrs, brushing the hair from your flushed face and simply admiring the way your expression is twisted in pleasure. his precious girl, using him to get off.
your breath hitches when your orgasm finally comes crashing over you, leaving you twitching against him. he holds you through your high as you cry out, his name heavy on your tongue. he's bucking his hips up, trying to get in any last stimulation before you collapse against him, exhausted. "there we go" he speaks softly, gently, as if he's coddling you.
"you feel better? hm?" he asks, "not so needy now, i bet." he chuckles lowly, and you're too fucked out to retort back. a calm settles in your bones as he holds you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and kissing the crown of your head. he'll make sure to take care of you properly once you've both rested.
dex who won't stop doting on you during that time of the month because it makes him feel good and gives him a confidence boost to be of service to you. it's not really a shocker that he's had your cycle memorized since the two of you were just friends, but how can you complain when he's got your pantry stocked with your favorite snacks and your bathroom cabinets are so stocked with supplies that you're guaranteed to never be out of a pad or a bottle of midol.
dex who refuses to let you do anything because he knows you're gonna be uncomfortable and fatigued for the next week so he'll take the extra time to lay in bed with you and take the time to rub your back or lower belly (whichever hurts more) and let you use him as a body pillow from how hard you cling to him but he doesn't care because when you start tearing up and your lip starts trembling cause he's gotta go to the bathroom he's always there to wipe your tears away.
dex who doesn't mind cooking you steak or burgers on that first day when you really need the iron and who doesn't mind cleaning up period blood that you might've missed and who doesn't mind running out to the store fifteen minutes before closing because that specific store has your favorite flavor of ice cream (cause he can't let you go to bed with a frown on your face) and who doesn't mind making sure your heating pad is plugged in and set to the highest temperature (but nagging you to put a towel down between so you don't burn your skin)
