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dehydrated-turtle · 4 months ago

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Movies on a Sunday in a Sunlit Room

//warnings// +16, mdni

//contents// Jason Todd x transmasc!reader, vaginal fingering, squirting, fluff, a lot of fluff, light smut, from this ask from @nckcn <3 - wc: 1.5k

//synopsis// Both you and Jason love a good film, especially watching them together when Jason is forced (by you) to take some time off to heal from an injury. Maybe some light fingering tho when a suggestive scene comes on, oops.

//on ao3//

Finally, one of the rare weekends where you can actually do absolutely nothing but lounge around and snuggle up to your boyfriend, Jason. Luckily for you, he’s been benched by Batman because he “rolled” his ankle on patrol and Bruce got worried. Actually he broke it but he’s been walking on it for a couple of days and saying that he’s fine but he’s got a very obvious limp. You took a look at it just to make sure he’s not going to have to get his foot amputated due to neglect but to your surprise, it seemed to be healing just fine and the bruising went down quite a bit. You actually convinced him to take the day with you to just bum around and watch some movies which was your way of manipulating him into staying off his feet. Good thing he loves good cinema, otherwise you could not keep him in one spot, that man loves to wander. You decided to force him onto the couch that sunday with Good Will Hunting, one of his favourites to rewatch.

Jason sat down onto the huge squishy couch and fired up the TV while you got him some ice for his ankle and a whole butt load of snacks from the kitchen. When you got back, the movie was ready and he had gotten out the giant blanket you have designated for movie nights that covers the both of you effortlessly. The light from the youthful sun shone through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the room with effervescence and a warm glow that calmed you both to your very cores. The warmth of his body reached you when you huffed down onto the couch and snuggled your way under the blanket. You put your legs in Jason’s lap and rested your head onto his shoulder before his cheek rested on your hair. He let out a well deserved heave of tiredness but moreover contentedness before kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you.” he said, into your hair before pressing play on the film.

“I love you, too.”

“How in the world did I end up with the most perfect boyfriend ever in the history of everything ever.”

“All I did was say ‘I love you’.” You say with a chuckle.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He smiled against your scalp, breathing in your scent which grounded him, knowing that you were there with him and that it’s just a lazy sunday, the voices can wait until monday to start badgering him. Nothing could ruin this.

The movie continued and eventually, it got to the scene where Will’s therapist tells him over and over again that it’s not his fault. You were about to cry before you heard some sniffles from above you. You looked up to see Jason’s eyes full of tears and cheeks freshly wet, falling into his four day stubble. You reach for his hand gently and squeeze three times to wordlessly say ‘I love you’ while resting your head on his shoulder once more. He squeezed back and tugged you in closer, just a little bit.

“That part always gets me…” he whispered, trying to justify his tears and wiping them away with his sleeve still holding your hand, not ready to let go yet. He looked at you, eyes glossed over, red and puffy but with love. You hate seeing him like this but you know that these tears are harmless so you place a small kiss on his shoulder then rest your head back on top of it. His warmth was comforting and the feeling of his relaxed muscles beneath you, relaxed you so deeply that your eyes started to get heavy and it was becoming difficult to keep them open so you let them shut. What feels like three seconds pass by but by the time you open your eyes up again, the movie is over and Jason is flipping through the catalogue for a new one. You rub your face groggily and blink a couple times, rejuvenating your eyes.

“Mm, I think we should watch something funny now.” You groan in a raspy voice, your mouth tasting of that awful taste that you get when you just wake up.

“I agree… Oh maybe Top Gun, it’s not really all that funny but it's a damn good movie.”

“Okay, always here for young Tom Cruise.” you both chuckle in agreement before pressing play on the film and the opening credits start. By this time, the sun has gotten lower and a deeper shade of yellow, almost an orange but nonetheless inviting and warm. You look up at Jason, his face illuminated by the light peeking in through the living room curtains, highlighting his scars, the ones on his neck that you always feel under lips, the ones on his face that you like to trace to wake him up, and the one that runs thin but deep into his hairline near his ear that he always tells you he thinks people are scared of and you always assure him that it’s nonsense.

With your hand deep into the family size bag of fuzzy peaches, the film continues on and before long it gets to the quite suggestive scene for a PG-13 movie, you really weren’t complaining though. Apparently, neither was Jason because you felt one of his large palms on your upper thigh, sitting gently but his thumb was rubbing light circles on the fabric above your skin. You smiled gingerly to yourself as your eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, trying not to turn red. Even though you have been with Jason for a while now, you still get butterflies when he looks at you, let alone touches you. His fingers moved slowly closer to your inner thighs, gripping at your flesh which earned a familiar twang from your clit as you felt yourself begin to get wet. The heat building up caused you to let out a staggered breath as he inched closer. He quickly moved his hand away but before you could have any sort of reaction, his fingers found their way into your waistband and sunk in, gliding against your skin all the way to where you hoped he would land. He found your clit very easily and began to play gently and teasingly until you started to whine softly and grind into his fingers. Your mind had quickly abandoned the movie as your eyes were closed and you were nuzzling into Jason’s chest.

“Fuck, Jay…”

“Shh… It’s ok, baby I gotchu.” he whispered as his free hand played with your hair and massaged your scalp

“Please… fuck.” as if he could read your mind and knew exactly what you were asking for, he fingers slipped deeper and two of them glided into your folds with ease from how wet you already were. His digits slid along your walls, reaching spots you couldn’t reach if you tried because of his large hands. He curled up into your squishy flesh, pressing a pressure point of pleasure which earned a whole hearted moan from your throat, leaking into your boxers and practically drooling on Jason’s chest.

“Gonna be a good boy for me, hm? Cum in my hand?” his velvet voice in your ear made you clench around his skilled fingers as you creeped steadily to an orgasm but no response came from your lips. “C’mon, honey… use your words.”

“Y-yes… oh fuck- I’m gonna cum.” you repeated that last sentence a few more times, each one getting more and more incoherent before the heat and pressure that built up in your core finally came to a climax. You could feel the wetness spread in your PJs and down in between your legs as your eyes rolled back and your moans became loud yet muffled by Jason’s chest which you were still nuzzling into.

“That’s it, mm… fuck you came so much, c’mon let’s get you all cleaned up, hm? We’ll worry about the couch later, I’m sure I can clean it.” He pulled off the blanket that was still covering the both of you and switched off the movie before picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom all the while you were giggling and holding on for dear life. He may be big and strong but it’s still weird being picked up sometimes. He set you down, standing up in front of the bed then continued to kneel down.

“Is it ok if I take these off for you?”

“Yeah,” you said with a chuckle before he tugged at the waistband and pulled your PJ pants down and off of you and straight into the hamper across the room. He then kissed your thighs so very gently before looking up at you with those innocent looking eyes that make you weak in the knees everytime he flashes them at you.

“You’re so perfect, Corazón. Everything about you is immaculate just the way you are. Don’t let anybody tell you different, Ok?”

“Ok.” you say as you help hip up off the ground.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now… I’m going to go get in the shower, join me?”

“Like I’d ever say no to that. I’ll be there in five minutes tops.”

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ghostgirl101 · 4 months ago

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Being Loved By Paul Atreides

A/N: Quick lil blurb headcanon thingy while I work on my next set of hcs between a Feyd and Paul love triangle 🙃

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're never alone, not inside your mind or out of it. The Water of Life gave him the pooling knowledge to break into others' and he almost always knows how you're feeling, without even having to say a word. Even if you're quiet about how you feel and are usually good at pushing things down and hiding them away, Paul always manages to bring the to light, and you'll know you're caught out when you look up from where you are to immediately catch his blue-in-blue gaze locked onto yours with a knowing look. Sometimes the knowing look turns a bit cocky when what you're thinking about happens to be him.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're an anchor to his humanity and burden as the Messiah, having a profound and unbreakable bond tied with you that transcends any ordinary relationship. The love he feels for you is a force in itself, scarily powerful and true and darkly pure, that no other force in the Known Universe could sever it.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're the only one to see him at his smallest and most vulnerable, in between council meetings and fights in his name during the Holy War breaking out over the worlds, the guilt that racks him to his core and makes him want to hide away from it all. The nights that are spent clinging to you so tightly that your skin goes pale by his hard grip, and there's nothing more to feel but the overwhelming heat of his body pressed up as close as it can against your own, his dark hair tickling your neck and face while he burrows into your neck to smell nothing but the soft signature scent of you, and of home.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that every touch, gesture, and moment of closeness feels like something more, like every action to pull you in closer isn't just physical, but a mental strain too, to merge your thoughts and sense of self with his own, so much so that it's almost suffocating.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that you're never protected more than you are when you're under his fierce, observant watch and devotion. He insists that he doesn't need his guards or watchmen as he can look after himself, with heightened senses and strength enough to know what's coming his way in the present moments and the hidden intentions of those around him, and so they're sent to watch over you instead with keen eyes and strict instruction. If Paul himself is not standing watch over you by your side, you can feel his eyes on you, as if it's omnipresent, and god forbid anyone to let their gaze linger on you with a look he doesn't like, because that's a sure way to be sent down as a sacrifice to the sandworms.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that the only advice or insight he's given that he would truly and wholly think over and consider would have to come from you and be believed by you without the influence of others, because his trust lies in you, and its enough to make him pause for a moment in thought as he pulls apart your words and all their meaning to see if they can fit in and around his plans.

Being loved by Paul Atreides would mean that he would never give a moment of a second's thought to any other man or woman but you, because he holds strong to the conviction that you're his soulmate and the leading light of his destiny. If you die, he dies inside with the last of his strength, and he'll embrace the desert with open arms to offer him up to the great Shai Hulud Himself.

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jjenthusee · 6 months ago

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Late Night Talks Pt. 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: After posting the first part (linked here), I felt unsatisfied at the ending. Then after reading comments and reblogs, you guys felt the same. Great minds think alike! So I whipped out my phone, wrote out a couple lines and tried a couple edits that I thought would give these two a satisfying ending, but I realized that if I planned it, it didn’t feel right. So, I went off instinct and I hope this lives up to what you guys expect :D ( @nckcn your wish is my command hope you enjoy these two being clumsy again <3, @misadear i hope this qualifies as hurt/comfort <3, @janybabyy you wont have to buy a new pair of locks <3, and @heavysighing-dreamyeyes since you gave us a second part to your kitchen dances fic I had to do the same <3) as always comment if your comfortable, reblog, and ENJOY

Tags: Jason is clumsy, fluff worth vomiting over, anxious Jason, hurt/comfort ;D

Word Count: 2.6k

Your back hurt, your head ached.

The back of your eyes stung as you tried to open them, the sun’s rays engulfing the entire couch.

At some point in the night you must have crawled up from the intense crying session you had on the floor.

The puffiness surrounding your eyes weren’t going to be fun to get rid of. Nothing like cold spoons to start your morning.

Your mind swirled as you sat up, slowly moving yourself into a sitting position. Bracing your feet to touch the cold floor, but it was soft and fluffy.

You leaned forward, looking down to find a blanket had fallen, sprawled in various folds and flattened as your feet rested on it.

“Did I grab a blanket last night?” You asked yourself, standing up, wondering for a second in confusion.

Then you glanced at the window where the bright sun rays invaded the room. It was shut, but not locked.

Weird. You thought.

Your face suddenly contorting as the memories flooded in. One by one, hearing your voice from last night flood your head like your own mind wanted you to face the consequences.

You sighed into the air, finally bending down to remove the blanket from the floor. Neatly folding it and placing it where you once laid.

You slowly rubbed at the fabric, mindlessly repeating the movements as you thought to yourself.

“He came back.”

You had memories of him visiting your drinking session and Jason had left clues that he had came back from suddenly leaving. He didn’t have to, but the blanket, the clean coffee table, and unlocked window meant he had cleaned up. He got you to bed. Took care of you.

“Shit.” You breathed out. “He must have saw and heard everything.”

You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face.

You needed some cold spoons and some medicine.

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You had to give it to yourself, despite the horrible drunk late night confession, you were glad it only started your weekend. You couldn’t imagine going to work the day after everything.

You could safely rot throughout your day, wasting the day away from your mistakes.

So after a good look in the fridge, you settled for leftovers and a half drunken apple juice. Interesting combo, but you just needed something to digest.

The rest of the day went by as uneventful as your morning.

Laying on the couch, aimlessly watching videos on your phone, reading random posts.

Recovery was awful, especially a mental one.

How were you going to talk to Jason? Would he ever come back? Would you have to fake a robbery scenario? No, that was a bit much.

As you aimlessly thought, yogurt and spoon in hand, the sound of a latch broke your focus.

Click.

Heavy boots hit the floor, scaring you as your head moved to the sounds.

You were wrapped in the same blanket from that morning, a small yogurt stain adoring it, but all the same.

“Jason?” You called out, stunned.

He was frantically walking to you, full Red Hood gear, red helmet on his head rather than a domino mask.

He had a hand full of paper bags in his hands. He stopped directly in front of you, looking down at you, a shadow casted on your body from his sheer mass.

“Jason—what? Why are you—“ You stammered, tilting your face in confusion.

“I don’t understand.” Jason exhaled.

“Wha—I mean, I don’t understa—“

“I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know why I have all these bags with me, but I couldn’t leave.” Jason shoved all the bags onto your lap at once.

You couldn’t do anything as the bags fell on one another, another falling to the floor, the contents spilling out. You watched because Jason blocked the coffee table to put down your yogurt and spoon.

“I don’t know. I bought you all this stuff, but I was only planning to get some toothpaste, but it bothered me so much. Last night, I had never heard you talk so much or seen you that gone. But I got worried then I walked to the medicine aisle, then I was walking by the snacks—“ Jason rambled, pacing in front of you, not really understanding how everything escalated when he came to you.

Jason couldn’t hear you repeat his name, so you let him finish. You looked at the contents on your lap. Aspirin, cheeseballs, an ice pack, water, and many more items that you couldn’t look at because you wordlessly held yogurt at the surprise intrusion.

“—then the guy at the cash register was looking at me funny, like ‘What? You don’t see vigilante’s shop at midnight?’ This is Gotham for crying out loud, but I was worried you wouldn’t take care of yourself, although I think it was my fault.”

“Jay, breathe.”

Jason took a quick breath, unconsciously obeying you.

“But that isn’t why I’m here. I couldn’t understand anything that night.” Jason stopped pacing and faced you directly.

After staring at each other for a second too long, you exhaled, motioning Jason to sit next to you with a spoon still in your hand. The couch dipping from his weight and the paper bags leaning toward him.

“I’ve repeated that conversation a million times in my head, but every time I got to the end, it bothered me so much.” Jason frustratingly told you.

You met, what you assumed to be Jason’s stare, from under the helmet, modulated breaths falling with his chest. You looked at your red reflection, watching the tiredness in your eyes. You looked awful.

“Why are you bothered, Jay?” You asked, finally putting the yogurt and spoon down since your visitor stopped pacing.

A lot was happening right now, but in some ways you were relieved that Jason came back. Frantic, but you could deal with that.

“I couldn’t reject you. It didn’t even cross my mind.” Jason admitted, helmet expressionless. You wondered if he could have said any of this without his helmet shielding his face, his expression.

“I told you, I would let you ruin me.” You answered. Watching his movements, trying to find any sign of what he truly wanted.

“But I don’t deserve it. As long as I have this scar marking my face, I won’t be worthy enough for you.”

“I disagree.” You soothed. You kept your voice calm, trying not to frighten Jason and his sudden vulnerability.

“Why?!” Jason nearly yelled in disbelief. “I don’t understand how you can love me when I haven’t done anything that deserves it!”

Jason was breathing rapidly, his modulator breaking in and out.

You carefully moved the blanket and the paper bags off you, moving yourself closer to Jason. You moved your hands up, making sure they were visible to him.

“I’m going to remove your helmet. Are you okay with that, Jason?” You waited, but no answer came out of the man in front of you. “I’m going to remove it because I want to see you and make sure you’re breathing okay, okay?”

He didn’t answer again.

You meticulously moved to his face, moving his helmet up, sections of Jason’s face becoming visible to you. Messy and matted hair covering his head and forehead.

You settled the helmet next to you.

His eyes shifting anxiously, his body looked like it was almost vibrating.

You stood up from the couch, slowly kneeling on the ground in front of Jason, carefully closing yourself in between his legs. Leaving enough space between the two of you, so you didn’t touch.

Now that you were in front of him, you locked onto his eyes. Making sure he was paying attention to you. You took deep breaths, guiding Jason to do the same. At first, he clumsily puffed, but once he balanced his rhythm with yours, his shoulders were evening as they lowered the more he calmed himself.

You didn’t want to break any boundaries because he was overwhelmed. You wanted to calm him, not heighten his current state.

With a steady breath, you laid your hands in your lap, keeping your eye contact with Jason.

“I don’t mind all the gifts, I’m happy you got them for me. I appreciate them because I know you thought of me when you bought them. The water, my favorite snack, and the medicine, but what I truly want right now is you.”

You kept your voice as normal as possible. Trying to show Jason that vulnerable conversations were okay, they were more than okay. They should be okay.

“You are already worthy enough of my love, Jason. More than worthy. I’m proud of you, that you tried to convey it to me too. I have things I need to work on as well.”

You smiled at Jason, gazing up at his head drooped down to you. You were glad he was okay with the closeness, the intimacy.

“I didn’t tell you my feelings the right way.” You continued, a chuckle bubbling in your throat. “I promised myself to do this sober, if I got the chance again, no wine in my system this time.”

Jason weakly smiled like the sound of your laugh calmed him. His hair drooping down to his forehead. He had leaned forward enough to rest his hands on his knees.

The more you talked to him, the closer he was getting to you. It could have been unconscious or he intended for it to happen, but he was drawn to you like a magnet.

“No, no, no.” Jason whispered as he shook his head from side to side. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m glad you think so, but I should have said it better and at a pace you were comfortable with.”

Jason didn’t respond. He was at a loss for words, not really understanding what direction he needed to address things.

So you guided him, letting him take his first steps into emotional vulnerability.

“I would like to know how you’re feeling. You can tell me things like if I’m overwhelming you, if I need to clarify anything, or anything you can think of. Because that’s the best part of all of this, we get to learn about each other. I get to understand who Jason is and you can learn as much as you want about me.”

Jason meekly reached his hand out to you. Slowly, carefully like he didn’t know if his body was capable of being gentle, but the fears left him once he touched your face. His fingers cupping your cheek.

Nervously watching your reaction, he was anticipating you to pull back, to react with disgust. But you sat there, staying the same way you did.

Then once he felt better, more at ease, he moved his hand further to you, his hand was large enough that some of his fingers touched behind your ear, rubbing at your hair line.

You closed your eyes, exhaling at the relief that he was okay, that he was initiating a new step in your relationship.

You focused on the small rubs from his thumb. Unconsciously leaning into it, Jason simultaneously sucking in a breath.

He was shocked that you let him do this. Numerous times was he close to grabbing your hand, wiping your tears when you cried, and touching your hair. He had restrained himself every time the thought distracted him, but now that he got a small taste of heaven, he didn’t know if he could ever live without it.

“That night…” Jason hesitated.

You opened your eyes, slowly blinking your eyelashes to look up at him.

He lost his breath again, seeing you sitting there, paying attention to him, anticipating what he was going to say.

“That—that night I did come back. It probably wasn’t a good idea after what happened, but I wanted to see you. You were sound asleep, your face drying from the tears and I helped clean up.”

You carefully listened, letting Jason talk as slowly or as much as he wanted.

“I carried you onto the couch and I covered you with a blanket. And I left, but I didn’t go far. I spent a while sitting on the roof of the building across.” Jason’s eyes softened as he spoke, reminiscing.

“I had to carefully think of everything you said. I was so scared that I almost left and never came back. But when I was ready to run, I couldn’t get the image of how hurt you were, crying into the couch.”

You placed your hand over Jason’s. Both warming your cheek.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you going through that again. Without me.” Jason’s voice hardened, frustrated with his thoughts and contradictions. “But, you also don’t need me. You deserve better.”

“And you are my ‘better.’ You see a version of me that I hate, but you still treat me as I am. I feel safe with you, you lift me up in ways I don’t have the words to describe. I don’t deserve you, Jason.”

Jason moved down to the floor with you, joining you in a kneel, his knees on the sides of yours, demonstrating the sheer size difference.

He cupped your face in both of his hands, his face close to yours, a serious look in his eyes.

“No, you’re perfect. You’ve even accepted me.” He trembled again, not the same as his anxiousness from before. A gentle tremble that embodied all his emotions, his tenderness.

“Jason, you love so much. You love so much that you can’t handle all of it in your heart and I admire that about you. You care about so many people and things that you end up hurting a lot. I want to be there next to you, hurting along with you.” You inhaled, your lungs and throat stinging from your need to tell Jason all your feelings. “I want to live a life filled with your love. I love you, so so much that it hurts.”

Jason wiped your tears with his thumbs. He leaned in, brushing his lips near yours, his eyelashes nearly touching his cheeks as he looked at you.

“I love you too, I want to see you make mistakes, smile when I think of you. I can finally breathe when I’m next to you.”

You trembled at Jason’s words. The raw vulnerability he was giving you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. And you were wrong. I want to be next to you. You said it felt right and I believe it too. I know you told me not to tell you, that it would ruin you, but I want to ruin you.”

Jason breathed, the air touching your lips that left his.

“I’m selfish too because I want every part of your life.” Jason whispered onto your lips.

“And you can have it.” You whispered back.

Then Jason leaned in, taking all the breath from your lungs as he kissed you. Your head leaning back at the sweet weight of him.

It was perfect, the two of you kneeling toward one another, your face held in Jason’s hands, his body pulling you in.

As you lost your breathe, your legs wobbled from all the want radiating from the man in front of you.

You leaned away, panting, pausing from the possibility of consuming all of Jason’s love at once. A beautiful overwhelming feeling.

Jason held you, not wanting to part an inch further. He watched you take your breaths.

“You’re breathtaking.” He lulled, kissing your eyes, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

You giggled at the brief kisses. Holding onto his arms, feeling the muscle flex underneath.

After endless kisses, you slept well in the arms of the man you love, tangled in the cushions of the couch that witnessed the end of a relationship and the start of another.

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