Can you write Cassandra Cain stealing Male Reader hoodie/jacket?

🌑Night time🌑

Enters

[Y/N enters his bedroom]

M!Reader : Bed! ⭐v⭐ Oh I missed you so much!

[Y/N immediately plops onto his bed]

M!Reader : gosh I miss this thing....

[After Y/N relaxed a bit 15 minutes on the bed Y/N went to the closet and change to something more comfortable]

M!Reader : Now this is what I'm talking about!

[Y/N search for his hoodie inside the closet]

M!Reader : ....Huh? Where...

[Y/N keeps searching]

M!Reader : Where the heck is it? I swear I put it in here yesterday....

[Y/N felt a breeze]

M!Reader : And why is it so cold here?

[Y/N walked up to the window and sees that the window looks closed but the window hook isn't connected]

M!Reader : HUH!? Someone broke in!?

M!Reader : .....Oh no

[Y/N immediately checks the drawers]

M!Reader : Oh thank goodness!

[Y/N pulls out his computer and starts hugging it]

M!Reader : Thank goodness you're safe!

M!Reader : But it doesn't look like anything Is stolen? My clothes My posters and my computer are still here....

M!Reader : Well except for my.....

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Don't tell me she....

☀️Morning time☀️

[Cut to Cassandra outside Y/N's bedroom window]

[Cassandra sees that the window's hook isn't connected and enters from the window]

Cassandra Cain : Well that's an easier way

[Cassandra sees Y/N's computer open with his favourite show on, a bag of chips next to his bed and his headsets next to the computer]

Cassandra Cain : Chuckles must've been doing another marathon

[Cassandra opens his closet and is about to place his hoodie back]

Cassandra Cain : Wait... Y/N usually doesn't wake up this early-

M!Reader : Your right...

[Cassandra Immediately shocked and looks next to her to see Y/N standing beside the door]

M!Reader : HA! BUSTED!

Cassandra Cain : ....Have you been standing there waiting for me to enter the whole time?

M!Reader : Nope! I just changed the time on my alarm! Now, Explain yourself!

Cassandra Cain : O-okay I get that this looks a little bad-

M!Reader : Cass you broke into my bedroom...

Cassandra Cain : .....

Cassandra Cain : Okay this does look bad....

M!Reader : Explanation?

Cassandra Cain : I just really miss you when I always patrol so I kindaaaa.... needed something to keep me company when I kick some asses....

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : That is the most badass yet also the most sweetest thing I have ever heard...

Tease.

You are an ‘outsider’ that helps the 11th street boys, having been friends with harcourt for a while and always being a reliable source of help she calls you into fight their target, allowing you and Adrain quickly became friends. When admission goes wrong you end up with a nasty slide to your stomach and Adrain finds out the small secret you’ve kept hidden. Characters – Adrain, Reader, Harcourt, brief mentions of the others. Word Count – 1.1k. A/N – First fic for Adrain, I will admit I haven’t been able to watch Peacemaker yet, so this his character is what I mainly got from the insane amount of tik toks and fics I’ve read. 

Stopping when the group of five caught your attention, spreading your legs slightly to keep your balance you looked over them before Harcourt smiled. ‘Everyone I want you to meet Y/N.’ Harcourt said, you reached up and removed the mask you were wearing. Your hair was going all directions but you didn’t care, you knew you’d see them in much worse states. ‘Nice to meet you.’ You said with a smile and a small wave. ‘You know the Siren?’ The man in the black and teal mask asked, Harcourt closed her eyes and nodded. ‘Yes, we’ve worked together a few times.’ Harcourt said, you huffed loudly and placed your hands on your hips. ‘A few?’ You quizzed, ‘We’re best friends and you know it.’ You replied, she rolled her eyes.

‘I hope they’ll still line up once your done.’ You grunted out, Adrain looked at Harcourt, noticing the corner of her lips quirked up. ‘Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.’ Harcourt stated, using the scissors to slice up the front for your top, stopping just under the black sports bra. You pulled away the blood stained top, letting the damp fabric drop to your sides as the wound was still bleeding with every breath you took. ‘You have tattoos?’ Adrian asked, you twisted your head to look at him, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he looked at the black ink across your entire stomach. ‘You didn’t know?’ You questioned, he shook his head. ‘No, I- I –‘ He stuttered. ‘You’ve made him speechless.’ Harcourt stated, sounding shocked yet amused. ‘I don’t hide that I have them.’ You pointed out, noticing his eyes moving beneath his glasses as they scanned your body looking at the designs. ‘Yeah, but I normally only see you in your tact gear or suit.’ He pointed out, you hummed knowing that its normally your neck and head on show. ‘Eh, well maybe you can see them all one day.’ You commented, hissing as the needle pulled your skin. ‘You know I can feel that right?’ You asked Harcourt, she glared at you through her eyelashes. ‘Stop your whining and continue flirting with Adrain.’ She pointed out, you rolled your eyes. ‘I’m not flirting with him, he would know If I was cause I’d call him pretty boy.’ You commented, brining your free hand up, draping your arm over your eyes. Not seeing Adrain dip his head to hid the blush that took over his cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears. ‘We’ll talk to him, the pair of you can usually go off in a tangent.’ She said, you scrunched your face up. ‘Oh sorry that we actually communicate with our partners and team.’ You told her, she looked at you before looking down at the wound. ‘I do communicate.’ Harcourt grumbled, wiping away some more blood with the damp cloth. ‘No you don’t.’ Adrain took the words out of your mouth, your stretched your hand to him and looked at her. She looked between the pair of you before looking back at your wound, sliding the needle through again causing you to hiss loudly. Adrain quickly grabbed your hand that was stretched towards him, interlocking his fingers through yours. You were surprised at the warmth and looked down to see that he had taken his gloves off. ‘Bitch.’ You mumbled at her, noticing the corner of her lips quirk up. ‘How many tattoos do you have?’ Adrian asked you, you turned your head to look at him as you squeezed his hand. ‘Twenty or so.’ You said, watching as his eyebrows raised. ‘Are they all small?’ He asked, you clenched your jaw as the needle was pushed through your skin again. ‘Adrain, look at my stomach, do they look small?’ You asked, he looked down at the black ink before shaking his head. ‘No.’ He said, you tilted your head back clenched your jaw again. ‘Stop being such a baby.’ Harcourt grumbled, your entire body tensing up. ‘You’re sewing me back together with a blunt needle.’ You ground out, she glanced at your through her eyelashes. ‘Do you want to bleed out?’ She quizzed, you snarled at her and she smirked before the three of you fell into silence, occasionally whines and grunts coming from you. ‘There, you’re all done but you better nit burst them.’ She announced, pushing off the hard stool and cleaning everything away. ‘Good thing I had pretty boy helping me.’ You said, pushing yourself off the make shift operating table. Harcourt groaned as she chucked a shirt, it had stains covering it but it was definitely cleaner than the blood soaked one, that was still lying in a heap on the floor. ‘Please, no flirting whilst on mission.’ Harcourt scolded you, you narrowed your eyes at her. ‘Fine, I’ll just have to come in early to see pretty boy tomorrow then.’ You commented, she rolled her eyes. ‘Look your about to make him combust.’ She pointed out, looking at Adrain who’s entire face had gone red. ‘Aw-.’ ‘Don’t say it.’ Adrian warned, tilting his head back and pushed his glasses up so he could see you better. ‘Do you not like it?’ You asked, fully away of the bulge that was prominent in the costume. ‘Stop teasing him.’ Harcourt scolded you, you turned and looked at her. ‘I asked a question.’ You said, holding your hand out. Harcourt rolled her eyes before chucking your weapon back to you, you tilted it to the side to check that it was still good. Glad that everything was in working order, you placed it into the holster that was wrapped around your thigh. ‘You’re going out without protection?’ Adrain asked, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘I have a gun, my two knifes and you pretty boy.’ You said, tapping his nose before you walked away as he let out a groan. ‘Y/N!’ Harcourt said, giving you a sharp glare. ‘Last one I swear, but I wonder how far I could push him?’ You asked as you moved to her side, she glanced over your shoulder seeing Adrain slowly walking. ‘I’d say he’s close to snapping.’ She commented, you gave her a wide smile.

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

pov: you give him a valentine

Hope yall are having a great St Valentine's day! 💖

minors dni

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thinking about that tiktok trend where people call their boyfriends “my husband” in front of them to see their reaction, and how if you did that to dick grayson, his ass would not hear a word you said after calling him that. just a big ole grin. ringing in his ears. butterflies in his stomach, flustered as all hell. he’d think about it for the rest of the week with a small smile, wondering if the idea is really so far-fetched.

now, jason todd wouldn’t even blink. like, yeah, he’s your husband. you’re his wife. obviously—he’s felt that way since about two months after you started dating, when he realised he couldn’t wake up next to anyone else ever again. he’d recall the jewellery store he passed a couple of weeks back with the emerald-cut, gold-set ruby in the window. well…all that’s missin’ is the ring, right?

that’s all.

You, while playing with Jason's hair: Do the scars still hurt?

Jason: All the fucking time.

You: Do they hurt, when I touch them or-

Jason: No no no, it's more of a mental thing…sometimes when you touch them they bring back bad memories before I…

You: Then why don't you ever pull away?

Jason: Because I know you're not trying to hurt me, I know that you're safe? I don't know the fucking words for this…

*He rests his head on your shoulder*

Jason: Just don't leave.

You: I never will Jay.

Jason: I accidentally poisoned one of our drinks, but I don’t remember which one

Dick: EXCUSE ME-

Damian: With the way this gala’s going, I hope it’s mine

Tim: *chugs his drink*

Bruce: *quickly takes Y/N’s drink before she can do the same*

Y/N: Aw man :(

"Careful", you snag the boy's shirt before he can step into the road. The boy's head snaps away from his phone and towards you.

He looks pissed but you watch his face shift into a blank sort of stare.

"Sorry-", you release the grip on his shirt, shifting the carrier on your hip, "you should pay more attention when you're this close to the road."

You offer him a weak smile and he blinks up at you, then turns and scurries across the road, focused back onto his phone. Sighing, you adjust baby carrier and begin walking again.

The walk isn't a horrible one, ten minutes is nothing on the half hour walk it takes you to get to work. It's just a little more difficult with a awkward sized baby carrier.

Typically you'd take the train, but you need to get to the grocery store before it gets dark. The air is already chilly but the forecast calls for snow and the baby doesn't need that.

-

The store is a little warmer when you step inside and you even manage to snag a buggy.

The store is relatively quiet and you find what you need to...except for the box of baby rice towards the back on a shelf you can't reach.

You groan softly, glancing at the snoozing babe. She loves those...

You stand on your very tiptoes, grabbing at air. Then, a hand reaches up and grabs them. You turn, about to ask them for the box, when the man passes the box to you.

"Here, you looked like you needed help." He holds the box out with one hand, running his fingers through his black hair with the other.

You blink curiously at him, then take the box.

"Thank you so much, hon." You grin, placing the item in your cart and hurrying to check out.

-

The walk is still cold, despite the sun barely starting to set. You shiver, somehow managing to carry the groceries and the baby carrier at the same time.

About half a mile from your apartment, you bump into a chest. Dropping a few bags and praying the eggs aren't in them.

"Sorry about that", a masculine voice mumbles above you. You tilt your head up to meet the eyes of a boy a little younger than the one who helped you before. He tilts his head, a tuft of white hair hanging in his eyes.

"Would you like some help?" He starts grabbing the dropped bags before you can answer. He makes a gesture for you to lead the way.

"I'm Jason, by the way. We live in the same complex."

You swear you've never seen him before, but maybe that's just you.

-

That night, groceries put away and a baby snuggled happily against your chest, you lay in bed.

Oblivious to several pairs of eyes watching you and the bickering from the rooftops above.

"Ummi spoke to me today, with the baby!" Damian speaks.

"Yeah, well I helped ma with her groceries!" Jason gives him a playful shove.

"Well, the baby smiled at me!" Dick jabs a thumb at his chest triumphantly.

"All of you hush!" Tim speaks up, crouched next to Duke, eyes focused on a familiar window.

Bruce looms nearby, caught up his daydream where he's the sweater wrapped so tightly around you. Someday.

Someday sooner than you think.

ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

YN: When I said "Bring me back something from the beach" I meant, like, a seashell.

Jason, struggling to hold a seagull: Well, you didn't fucking say that.

Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

Bruce : I'm just saying that dating a Y/N could be a dangerous thing to do...

Bruce : There Could be a villain that will know about your relationship....

Cassandra Cain : .....

Cassandra Cain : First! me and Y/N usually go on dates and having a blast time together on morning time!

Cassandra Cain : Second! You have the NERVES! To suggest me to dump his hot ass!

Cassandra Cain : Third! There's no way you just said dating him could be dangerous which is ironic cause YOU yourself is dating CATWOMAN!

[Bruce starts blushing]'

Bruce : that's different!

Batdad Y/n: When I was like 18 I did coke off a stripper’s abs

Jason, Dick, Tim and Damian: WhAT

Cue Bruce shaking his head because he was there when you did it

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

****

The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

I just cannot get over the thought of Jason Todd cooing while you take his massive cock, talking you through the pain of stretching you out on it the first time, and giggling at each other from euphoria because of just how much love there is between you two AHHHH 😭

this ask is so good I had to let it marinate in my mind…anon take these flowers I beg 💐

18+ minors dni

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“jay…” you say apprehensively, trailing off as you bite your lip. your eyes are fixed on jason todd’s huge body hovering above you, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you look down anxiously at his hard cock resting right below your bellybutton and smearing your skin with precum, and instantly avert your gaze. fuck, that’s big.

“I don’t—um…I don’t think it’s…” you trail off, your cheeks burning. despite your nerves, you feel your arousal drooling out of you. he smiles and shakes his head lightly, reaching down to run his fingers over your entrance.

“don’t worry ‘bout that,” he coos, collecting your wetness on his fingertips as you shudder. “look at me, ma.” you tear yourself away from the sight of his length, meeting his stare. “that’s right. just keep lookin’ at me. you’re gonna be fine.”

his hand comes down to pump his cock, spreading your slick onto his shaft as he aligns himself between your legs. after a pause, he sinks the tip in, and you suck in a sharp breath at the stinging in your walls as he penetrates you. he pauses halfway to allow you to adjust to his girth, his brows furrowing at your tightness. shit, you feel good around him. you let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling of his size, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck…you’re doin’ good, ma,” he says, the muscles between his shoulder blades tensing. “c’mon, princess, just relax for me. worst part’s almost over, hmm? just a little more.” his words are strained with need; he’s holding himself back from fucking you like he wants to, the way a pretty cunt like yours deserves to be used. soon, he tells himself. soon.

“ready?” he asks, his green eyes searching yours. you nod anxiously, and he bottoms out inside you with a groan. you gasp at the flash of pain as he stretches you, right as jason’s hand comes up to caress your cheek. he looks down at your expression, with your eyes screwed shut and your lower lip trapped between your teeth, and lets out a soft laugh. god, you’re pretty.

“hey, eyes on me, ma,” he rasps gently. you pry your eyelids open to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “that’s right, baby. fuck—doin’ so good.” he rocks his hips gently, and you let out a quiet moan despite the ache. “so fuckin’ good for me.” he thrusts again, a little deeper this time, and you notice the stinging is starting to subside, pleasure gradually taking its place. you moan again, louder this time.

“startin’ to feel it, huh, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes glancing down at your stretched pussy taking him in. heat pools in your chest as you hum in agreement, a sheepish giggle escaping you when jason’s eyes lock back onto yours. he chuckles in return, before planting a longing kiss on your lips as his hips continue to rock slowly.

you whine into him, wrapping your legs around his waist to signal that you’re ready for more; he smiles against your lips as his arm snakes around your back, locking your body against his. oh, you poor thing. you have no idea what you’re in for.