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[mareagirls]

hi! if you’re still taking requests could you do a peter or remus one where the reader is shy and someone makes fun of that (like in a super backhanded way) and peter or remus hear and defend her?

when i say this is months overdue, i mean months and months and months :') sorry for not writing it sooner! this is all over the place and i kinda hate it but i rly wanted to try writing remus rip :') i hope it's alright! I'll check for mistakes later <3

“You okay?” Remus nudges your shoulder gently with his own as the two of you make your way up Sirius’s drive.

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous about meeting your friends though.” You give him the truth because you’ve never been much good at lying to Remus, and he's always been far too intuitive for your liking.

The boy pulls you to a stop outside the front door. If you listen closely, you can hear music playing inside. Laughter maybe. 

You gulp, pulling your sweater around you. Remus looks at you patiently. His hair is falling into his eyes, you notice. You fight the urge to brush it up.

“It’s just… I’m not good at talking to new people. What if they think I’m weird? They might not like me.” You’re not fishing for compliments, you never are, doubting yourself is almost like second nature. Remus shakes his head before pressing a firm but gentle kiss to your hairline.

“Sirus and James love you, honey. They don’t mind that you’re timid.” The boy sounds truthful, and honestly you have no reason not to believe him. Remus’s closest friends have been nothing but kind to you since you first met them. 

“And so what if someone doesn’t like you?“ he continues. “That’s their problem. I like you. I think you’re absolutely lovely.” Remus, takes your hands in his and massages tiny circles into your skin. 

You try to internalise his words, do you best to weed out all the anxiety you’re feeling and make space for his comforts instead. 

Still, uncertainty lingers in your chest at the prospect of meeting all of their other friends. Remus must sense it because his hands come up to cup your face gently and you lean into his touch

 “My quiet girl,” Remus murmurs, and there’s so much tenderness in his voice that you think you might die from it. “You’re just a little shy is all. It’s not a flaw.” 

You soften some more at his words and Remus squeezes your hand. “If it gets too much at any point, you just let me know and I’ll make up an excuse to leave.”

“Okay,” you murmur.  “I will.”

But you think to yourself that you won’t be doing anything of the sort. Remus has been talking about this get together that Sirius organised for weeks, and it's been ages since he's seen some of the people invited. The last thing you want to do is take him away from them. 

You walk to the door behind Remus, happy to let his body shield yours as you enter. His hand gives yours two short squeezes. 

I’m with you. It’s unspoken, but it’s there.

James and Lily open the door before Remus can knock. James is grinning from ear to ear, all teeth, a lazy arm slung over his girlfriends shoulder.

“Moony!” He pulls Remus in for a crushing hug. “We thought you’d never show up!”  His attention shifts to you as he peers over Remus’s shoulder. “And you brought Y/N! Even better!”

Remus smiles at his friend and you find yourself smiling too. James’s enthusiasm is infectious.

Lily moves forward to hug you. You've only met her a couple of times, but she's always been sweet and friendly. You hug her back.

"Thank god you're here," she whispers, conspirational. "The boys have been doing my head in."

James gasps, appalled. Lily just smacks his arm.

You're about to reply to her, when, a loud squeal reaches the four of you. 

“Remmy! It’s been ages!” 

You look up to see a girl you don’t know making a beeline towards Remus. When she reaches him, she practically drapes herself over his shoulder. Remus, polite as ever, gives her a short hug before untangling himself and pulling his arm back to his side. 

“Hey Maisy. It’s nice to see you.” He places an easy hand on the small of your back, nudging you forward ever so slightly but still giving you ample time to stop him if you don’t want to go. “This is Y/N. She’s my girl.”

My girl. My girl. My girl. You go warm at the sound of the petname, something giddy and sweet blooming in your chest at the way he’s presented you. You offer Maisy a small wave, feeling braver than usual. “It’s nice to meet you.”

For a split second, Maisy looks as if she’s swallowed something sour as she looks at you, but the expression is gone in an instant and replaced by a sweet smile, doe eyes. You wonder if you’ve imagined it.

“Sure, nice to meet you,” she’s speaking to you, but her attention is trained on Remus. Before you can do or say anything else, Maisy reaches between the two of you once more and grabs hold of Remus again, trying to pull him further into the house.

"C'mon, Remmy. We've got to catch up! I haven't seen you in ages! Dorcas and Marlene will be so happy to see you again!"

Before Remus can ask you if you'd like to come too, you shuffle next to Lily and smile up at him. You don't want to take him away from his friends, and you know that if your expression starts to give away how anxious you feel, Remus will spend the whole night by your side. You don't want his friends to think you're clingy.

"Go, Rem. I'm with Lily."

Lily loops her arm through yours and nods fiercely. "I'll take good care of her."

Remus catches your gaze one more time before Maisy drags him off, a question in his eyes.

Are you sure?

You give him a resolute nod.

"I'll see you in a bit."

Then, he's being whisked away, and Lily is pulling you in the opposite direction towards the kitchen.

-

You find Remus in the living room a while later. The party has died down and by now, it's only James, Lily, Sirius, and Maisy left. Remus is sitting next to Sirius murmuring something quiet to the other boy who laughs out loud. Your heart warms when you realise he's left a space for you on his right hand side.

You sit down, leaning against him ever so slightly - a moth to the loveliest flame of all. Remus turns to face you.

"Hey, sweetheart." His hand comes around your shoulder as he speaks like it's muscle memory. "It's not too loud, is it? I know this lot can be rowdy sometimes."

"No not at all," you reply honestly. "I'm having a really good time. Lily is so so nice."

Remus looks over to where the girl in question seems to be teasing Sirius about something. There's nothing but affection in your boyfriend' gaze as he looks at them.

"She really is."

"Are you having a good time. Rem?"

Remus response is earnest, "I hadn't seen some of these people since we left school. It's been real nice to catch up."

James walks in then, phone in one hand, notepad in the other. “I’m ordering pizza," he declares. "Who wants what?"

He looks at you you first because you're the closest. "Y/N? What do you feel like having?"

You're not prepared for the anxiousness that blooms in your chest at being put on the spot. Beside you, Remus lets his hand brush absentminded patterns on your arm. It's grounding. His tiny way of trying to reassuring you - he knows you struggle sometimes with unexpected choices, especially under pressure. You love him more than ever in that moment.

“Can I- please may I have a moment longer?" You manage, words coming out in a tangle. "If that’s okay. I’m really- I’m sorry I just haven’t decided yet-”

You’re rambling, you realise, but Remus bumps his knee against yours and the world shifts back on its axis again.

“Sure,” James smiles easily. “I can come back to you.”

You breathe in a sigh of relief - centered by by the feeling of Remus’s gentle hand against your skin.

“Everything okay, dove? We can share a pizza if you'd like.” 

He says it quietly whilst Lily and Sirius tell James their orders, but you catch it regardless, shooting him a nerve-wracked smile back. Before you can respond and tell him that you'd like that a lot, another voice grabs your attention.

Opposite you, Maisy has finished telling James what she wants. You think she rolls her eyes when she catches you looking up at her.

You try to give her the benefit of the doubt - she and Remus are friends after all - but when she yawns and loudly proclaims how hungry she is, you can't help but feel like it's aimed at you, or more explicitly, how long you're taking to choose something.

James, bless his heart, waves her off, “I’ll place the order in a second. Y/N, have you decided what you’d like yet?”

“No- I’m sorry-... I don’t mean to hold everyone up- I’m really sorry-” Your palms start getting sweaty with panic as you feel eyes on you. The urge to get yourself out of the situation as soon as possible growing stronger by the second. Remus saves you.

"Y/n and I will share a margherita."

And it’s as easy and simple as that. You don’t envy Remus, but you do sometimes find yourself wishing you could replicate a fraction of the quiet confidence he carries himself with.

James nods and finishes writing it all up. Maisy seizes the moment of quiet.

“Ugh, finally. Remmy, you didn’t say your girlfriend was so quiet.” She smiles at you, but there's not a shred of warmth behind it. “She's like a little mouse.”

Silence. Your heart thunders against your rib cage and you find yourself wishing for the sofa to swallow you up. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lily open her mouth to say something, and even Sirius sits up from his slouch, indignance splayed over his face. Before either of them can step in, your boyfriend speaks. 

“Maisy, stop.” 

Remus’s voice harbours a sharpness that you don’t often hear.

“What?” Maisy looks around, confused. “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. She’s not exactly the chattiest. Poor thing can’t hold a conversation to save her life, and we’ve been trying to order pizza for ages now-”

“You’re being rude.”

Your stomach churns at Remus’s appalled tone and you reach out blindly, searching for his hand. Remus takes it, but his eyes don’t move from Maisy who is, for once, speechless.

His tone softens a little when you squeeze his fingers. You’re not good around tension.  

“You’ve barely even spared her a glance since we got here.” 

Maisy looks has the nerve to look indignant as she flattens her skirt out primly. When she realises that no one is going to back her up, she grabs her things and makes her way out in a huff, muttering a quick whatever. Lily glares daggers at the back of her head, but Remus barely pays Maisy any heed, his eyes on you instead. Noticing how tense you've become, Sirius, James, and Lily are kind enough to talk amongst themselves. 

“I’m sorry, dove,” Remus shakes his head. “I thought she might have gotten better after all these years. She shouldn’t have spoken about you like that, you know that right?”

In all truth, you’re not sure how to feel. You're overwhelmed, definitely. Feeling slightly to blame for what's just transpired. It’s nice to be defended, but part of you hates that it had to happen in the first place. You probably would have let Maisy keep walking all over you if Remus hadn’t stepped in. 

“Hey,” he nudges your chin up from where it’s dropped against your chest. “Eyes up here, honey. “

You force yourself to look up and see nothing but patience and concern in his gaze. 

When you press your hands hard against your warming cheeks, his eyes soften even more and he reaches out to clasp your fingers in his. 

“What if she was right, Rem?” you whisper, wide eyes darting to where his friends are still chattering to each other and then back to your boyfriend. “I was holding everyone up.”

Remus is shaking his head before you can apologise again. 

“No, sweetheart. She was out of order. I should have said something sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t. I'm sorry I let her drag me away earlier."

You want to tell him that you don't hold any of it against him. That you wanted him to have fun and see his friends.

Remus doesn't seem to mind at all when you don't. You'll have chance to talk about it more later, when it's just the two of you and you're less overwhelmed.

For now, he simply tucks you under a protective arm. The rest of the night goes on without a hitch.

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ no one makes james potter feel the way that his girlfriend does and he definitely knows it

warnings ❧ female!reader, cheesy writing, lots of fluff, sunshine!reader, james is whipped for the reader, based on my girl, by the temptations, implications of wolfstar, pda, not proofread

word count ❧ 1.1k

additional notes ❧ my first james fic sort of blew up and i was feeling inspired to write another—thank you for all your support | i also have a longer version for this so let me know if you’re interested ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

You’re James’ sunshine, you’re his bundle of light and happiness on a cloudy day, and you’re all of his favorite things mixed into one beautiful girl. To James, nothing can ever compare to the way you make him feel. Every time you look in his direction with those captivating eyes that always sparkle with love—love that you constantly spread across the school like it’s your only goal in life—to make people feel loved, special, wanted—unlike so many—your contagious smile that makes him feel all giddy and causes his stomach to flutter with excitement.

Everything you do, everything you are, makes James feel like one of those special recipients of all the love you have stored in your overflowing heart. James feels like the luckiest guy in the world to have the privilege of holding you in his arms during the cold winter nights spent in his dormitory, the early spring mornings strolling through the flower meadow the two of you found in the outskirts of Hogwarts, the hot summer days spent in the backyard of the Potter residence, and the cool autumn evenings feeling the cool breeze blowing the fallen leaves past your feet.

Even now, you stroll through the doors to the common room and look so effortlessly breathtaking. The elegance you seem to carry with you to every room you enter makes James’ heart race because you’re his girl and no one else can take you away from him.

Yours and James’ friends always know when you’ve entered a room, not just because your presence is enough alone, but because James always seems to have an absolutely stunned expression dancing across his face, almost as if his heart has stopped beating—this time it leads the group to tease the love sick boy.

“What’s got you all smiles, Prongs?” Sirius asks curiously and with a teasing smile he playfully nudges his best friend’s shoulder, earning no reaction from James—who seems to be mesmerized, by your presence, “Is it that girl of yours, again?”

“Is that even a question?” Lily scoffs lightly and with a dramatic roll of her eyes she gazes past the small crowd of people also entering the common room in an attempt to spot your radiant figure, “Of course it’s (Y/n).”

“Let’s ask the lover boy,” Marlene suggests with a sly grin and points the book she's currently reading towards James, before calling over to him teasingly while tilting her head to one side, “Oh, lover boy?”

“Yeah?” James responds without tearing his gaze away from you and when your eyes finally meet he can’t help but let out a captivated sigh, his eyes screaming his absolute admiration for you.

“See, here she comes now," Lily smirks, gesturing in the direction of you, as you continue to make your way towards the group, who are casually sitting in their respective spots around the room—Lily and Mary are sitting together on the couch closest to the blazing, however warm fire, Remus and Marlene are reading on the couch across from them, Sirius is comfortably situated on the floor between Remus’ legs, and finally James is sprawled out on a lounge chair angled directly towards his lovely girlfriend—you. 

“Good morning, everyone.” You greet your friends with a loving smile, plop yourself down on James’ lap, and finally turn your long-craved attention toward your favorite boy, “Hey, Jamie.” You add sweetly and swiftly lean over to plant your soft, addicting lips upon his flushed cheek.

“Good morning, love.” James replies, adjusting his hands on your hips in order to pull your back flush against his chest—something you shamelessly lean into. As James wraps one of his arms around your waist and nervously fidgets with the hem of your shirt, you wrap your own arms around his shoulders, place your hands at the nape of his neck, and begin to twirl the ends of his curls (that need a trim, you notice) around your fingers—something you know he’s obsessed with.

You then glance around the room at your friends as they engage in each of their preferred activities on this peaceful and quiet evening. Your face transforms into a content smile, reminiscing on what your life might be like when you and your friends all leave Hogwarts. A day where all of your friends come over to the Potter resistance—you and James’ house, and spend the day around the fire, warm cups of tea within reach, silent communication being shared between you and James before the two of you sneak away and up the perfect wooden stairs to your bedroom, where laughter and secrets are shared under the sheets.

“Prongsy here hasn’t stopped smiling since you walked through that door.” Sirius smiles causally, leaning further back against Remus’ legs as the sandy-brown-haired boy nervously shifts in his chair and swiftly runs the hand that isn’t holding his book through his hair. Sirius’ comment is directed towards you, and you finally snap back into reality when you notice that knowing smirk plastered across Sirius’ face.

James lets out a dramatic groan while throwing his head back against the chair that the two of you continue to sit in. Your boyfriend’s reaction to Sirius’ constant teasing causes a quiet giggle to fall from your lips. The sound of your contagious laugh makes James’ stomach swoon with love and his face visibly lights up after lifting his head back up off of the chair. James can’t help but stare at you even when you’re sitting right in his arms. You look so sweet, radiating with love and warmth. At this moment, James can only imagine what those lips of yours might taste like. And that’s when he kisses you.

James can’t control himself and for valid reasons. You taste just the same as you always do—like honey, sweet as can be. It would be impossible for the bees not to be jealous of him. James could never get tired of kissing your lips and he’s not ashamed of it. If he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you then he’s always going to express his everlasting amount of love and affection for you.

The kiss catches you off guard, not expecting such passion and aggression in front of your friends, but you instinctively kiss James back. Your hands tangle through James’ hair while his grip on your hips and the waist tighten ever-so-slightly. This earns him a surprised squeak from you, and causes a boyish grin to form on James’ face as he kisses you.

“Get a room!” Sirius shouts jokingly from his spot on the floor which causes you and James to pull away with love sick grins consuming your expressions.

“You’re my girl.” James whispers into your ear and affectionately bumps his nose into the apple of your cheek, tickling your sensitive skin. A soft giggle bubbles into the air when James begins to pepper kisses all over your face.

“And I’ll always be your girl.”

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[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[specialgrades]

Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?

OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe

GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.

GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.

NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.

TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.

SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.

CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.

ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.

[etoiile]

CLINGY

starring suna rintaro!

synopsis: when suna pushes your hug off of him, it makes an insecurity grow.

notes: first time writing for hq! def very very ooc for him but wtv im working on it

your possibly biggest fear ever was being annoyingly clingy.

your main love language was physical touch, and you had a very clear way of showing your love and affection. any one of your friends could easily say, "yep, they're really clingy," because you were. you'd greet them excitedly with a hug, cuddle with them during movies, and sling an arm over their shoulders when sitting next to each other.

you knew that you were clingy, and it didn't bother you much. no one around you seemed to dislike it and you knew yourself how much you'd like it if someone paid that much attention to you. you felt most loved when you felt seen, and having someone shower you in hugs made you feel that way, so you did it to other people, to show them how special they were to you.

one of the things that came with being clingy, however, was fear. fear that even though it was something you knew you'd appreciate, it was something annoying to others. the last thing you ever wanted was for someone to find you annoying to be around. that sounded like an absolute nightmare.

so, when you surprised rin with a backhug and he stood there, not reciprocating your hug, and then gently shoved you off, telling you he wasn't in a good mood, not to bother him, and to please, "stop being like a fucking mosquito clinging onto him all the time," you could feel your body trembling as you quickly retreated, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

when he later apologized to you, telling you he was sorry for lashing out at you, you accepted his apology, but the insecurity still lingered.

----

suna was in a great mood.

he'd done really well at practice today, they got let out early enough that the sun was still out and shining, and he practically skipped home at the thought of coming home to your arms.

he unlocked the front door and yelled an, "i'm home," as he pulled his shoes off and set his bag down. you came over to greet him and he found his body tingling with excitement, ready to grab onto you and hold you tight.

"welcome home, rin," you smiled warmly at him, but then turned around and went back to your laptop. he stood there, dumbfounded. what just happened?

he followed you suspiciously, wondering what was going on. you always greeted him with a hug. always. why were you being different today? had you simply forgotten? no, it doesnt work like that. you didn't forget, you chose not to. why?

"...is everything ok?" he asked hesitantly. you didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so why were you acting weird?

you looked up at him, confused. "yeah? why, is something wrong?"

"yeah." he replied, plopping down next to you. "with you."

you frowned, your heart beginning to beat faster. first, you had stopped yourself from throwing your arms around him, which you so desperately wanted to do, in order to be less annoying, but there was still something wrong? what did you do? how were you still annoying him?

"...what do you mean?" you asked, trying your best to mask the nervousness in your voice. you really, really, really didn't want to be annoying. you wanted to be someone rin wanted to be around, not someone who pissed him off when he spent time with you. you really did want to work on the things he didn't like, and improve yourself for him. you braced yourself for what he might say next, reminding yourself that you can't cry just because someone brings up an issue about you.

"you didn't give me 'welcome home' hug." he muttered a little sheepishly, rubbing the bag of his neck. he looked up at you, his hazel eyes making your body feel like jelly. "did i do something wrong?"

you could feel your lower lip trembling as you tried to stop it. "..no! no, of course not. i just...thought that after what you...said yesterday, you'd want some space! i know im clingy, so im gonna work on it, ok?" you mustered out, trying to keep a smile on your face.

suna's eyes widened. he'd lashed out at you yesterday, but he'd apologized for it already, so he thought that meant you knew he didn't mean it. plus, you two were people who joked around a lot and spewed random shit all the time. he knew you knew that, so he didn't think it was on your mind and he didn't think you you thought what he said was true, because it wasn't. at all.

though, seeing as how you were struggling to keep it together, and how you hadn't welcomed him home with a hug for the first time since moving in together, he realized his words had cut deeper than he realized.

"hey," he turned to completely face you. "look at me." he gently guided your chin to meet his eyes, as you were apparently very keen on looking everywhere but him, and forced you to look at him.

"what i said last night... i didn't mean it. at all. you know i love your affection, right? i was just in a bad, bad mood yesterday, and 'm real sorry i lashed out at you because of it. i know i might be shit at expressing it right, but i love you and your clingy ass so much, and i'm sorry if it didn't seem that way. i love your touch and affection, really."

and with that, all of the fear came rushing out of you in the form of tears, and you jumped onto rin as you held him tight, your heart soaring in relief when he did the same. embarrassed to be seen, you buried your face in his chest and just sniffled silently.

"...you really mean it?"

"yeah,"

"it's not annoying? 'coz i want you to tell me if it is, and i'll work on it. really."

"it's not,"

"...you're sure?"

"i'm sure."

you then wiped your tears and giggled as you peppered his neck with kisses, laughing more when he scrunched up from the ticklish sensation.

"i love you," you said, stopping your flurry of kisses for a minute.

he gave you a boyish grin that made you melt and ran his hand through your hair. "i love you too, doll."

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[paiirupie]

if ur still doing requests can u do surge :D

cw blood , violence

there is no freedom for me... NOT WHILE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.

[lcs-scar]

His vlogs would have been insane

[b1mbodoll]

i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

[cheolhub]

um idk what this is called but soobin being a dumb big bf. literally he’s so big and he makes u feel so good n he doesn’t know why u want him to fuck u deeper when he’s already all up in ur guts :( like it just flies over his head why u go crazy over him being so tall n big BUT COME ON😭 sorry im thinking too much abt size kink soob

HIMBO!SOOBIN

FUCK. soobin being a big himbo who only thinks with his big fat cock that fills you up just right. :( himbo soobin who doesn’t understand the great effect he has on you ‘n misses all the obvious hints about you loving his size ‘n how good he makes you feel.

and, god, do you love his cock so much. he’s huge. brings you to tears every time, but you fucking love it. you love how he can get you just as dumb as he is without even meaning to.

but he’s oblivious! he’s always so sad to see you in tears!! he could probably cry himself because “why is my pretty baby crying?” he’d ask after impaling you on length.

such a sweet, dumb little thing—he’d even stop just ‘cuz he couldn’t handle thinking he’s hurt you. </3

but you protest, as always, wrapping your legs around his waist in attempts to keep him moving and push him deeper inside of you. you’re in tears, yes, that much is obvious, but not in the bad way— never in the bad way.

“d-don’t stop! please fuck me deeper, ‘binnie, god fuck, please,” you sob out a surprisingly coherent beg, back arching and hips bucking into his.

he frowns, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “but…” he splays his big hand over your tummy and pushes gently to emphasize his current position (as if you didn’t already know where his cock was). “‘m already right here, sweet girl?”

you gasp and splutter over your words at the action, fresh tears of pleasure filling your eyes over again. “‘binnie! ‘b-binnie! don’t care,” you pant, pussy tightening around him.

but when his confused expression doesn’t falter and his body still doesn’t move, you realize you actually have to spell it out for him. “‘binnie, feels so good to me! ‘m crying ‘cus i love it so so much— so big inside of me, jus’ wan’ you to keep fucking me… please?” you plea, hands weakly gripping his forearms.

he still doesn’t get it— he may never get it with his himbo brain, but he obliges anyway, resuming his thrusts ensuring his pelvis meets yours so he can fill you up all the way. just like you want.

you thank him. you thank him over and over and over till you’re gushing all over him, creaming his cock with your entirety. you incoherently tell him how big he is, how he’s the only one who fucks you this good, how you were made to take his fat cock.

dumb, oblivious baby just nods his head, not understanding a single word you’ve just told him. he releases inside of you solely because you wanted him to and because your tight pussy was “squeezin’ me so hard.”

he pulls out of your spent cunt watching his substantial load escape you with a frown.

“always cum so much,” you gasp, body slumping in exhaustion. you look up to see his puppy dog face and mirror it. “what’s wrong, baby?”

he sighs, looking down with his big length in his even bigger hand. “‘m still hard.”

“‘course you are,” you smile. it would be abnormal if he wasn’t— soobin needs at least 3 rounds before he goes soft again. “‘s okay, ‘bin. i can take it. give it to me?”

he nods cutely, eyes wide with a small grin before pushing into your messy pussy with a moan. if there’s one thing he understands, it’s that, like you, he can never get enough.

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[bibiwrld]

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!—First meet!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Author’s note: I’m super fixated on Anakin Skywalker/Hayden Christensen right now and @nymphomatique nerdy Miguel O’Hara works inspired this. You can send asks about Anakin in this college au 🫶🏾💋

Anakin Skywalker. That name sorta rang a bell to Sydnee, she wasn’t all that familiar with him. He was in one or two of her classes, but they’ve never interacted. He was a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend’s cousin— so he wasn’t exactly her friend, just knew of him. It’s not like he was popular around campus, he was more introverted, kept to himself, extremely intelligent, and he was a well known tutor to many. As introverted as he was, Sydnee would see him at parties, just sitting, whether it was a kitchen counter, couch, even the floor, and sometimes he’d have a book, just reading.

‘Why did he bring a book to a party?’ Sydnee would think to herself. ‘Who brought him to this party?’

Sometimes, that friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, who was Anakin’s cousin, would talk about Anakin.

“His mom, my aunt, wants him to make friends and stuff, so she makes me drag him to all the parties I go to.” His cousin, Chloe, said with rolled eyes, her words a bit slurred. “And my mom says she’ll stop sending me money if I don’t bring him along, so I really don’t have a choice.”

He’d rather be home reading his book and it was never the same book she’d see him reading every time she saw him.

‘He must be a fast reader.’ She thought to herself.

“He seems nice.” Sydnee said, downing her 3rd drink.

“Oh yeah, he is, total sweetheart.” Chloe smiled, glancing back at him. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He sat on an old couch, reading, not paying attention to his surroundings, pushing up his glasses every 10 minutes.

Sydnee leaned off the wall. “He’s pretty cute too.”

“Ew, seriously?” Her other friend of a friend, June, dragged out.

Sydnee screwed up her face at the comment.“What?”

“That nerdy loser? Really?” June laughed.

“Not too much on him.” Sydnee rose a brow and put a hand out in his defense.

“Right, he’s my cousin and he’s not ugly.” Chloe added.

“Dear God.” June mumbled to herself and drank to silence herself.

Sydnee looked to Chloe.“I’m gonna get him a drink, I assume he doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“Hates it.” Chloe nodded.

“Got it.” Sydnee said before walking to the kitchen.

There weren’t much options for sodas, it was between that nasty Ginger Ale bold or Coke, and she went with Coke. She began pouring the drink into a red plastic cup, the sounds of kissing and moaning getting louder behind her.

They were all over each other, messily kissing and licking each other, the guy put the girl on the kitchen counter, spilling the drinks in the red cups that people left there, making a complete mess of the place.

‘God, when was the last time I got laid?’

She sighed. She almost fucked the captain of the rugby team, but he was so insufferable, she couldn’t bare another second of him talking about how he’s never been with a black girl before and that he wasn’t racist because his best friend was black.

She didn’t even make another attempt with any other guy after that.

Sydnee ignored the two behind her and put the cover back on the Coke and picked up the cup, making her way to Anakin.

She sat beside him, leaving a small space between them. “I got you a drink.”

Anakin looked up from his book for the first time that night, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He bookmarked the page and looked curiously at the drink. “I don’t drink.”

His voice was so gentle, but deep. Smooth like silk.

“It’s Coke, I didn’t slip anything in it.” She told him, hoping he would actually take it.

He gave a small smile, taking the cup from her grasp. “Thank you.”

She smiled back. “You’re welcome, I’m Sy–”

“S-sydnee, I know.” He said, removing the cup from his lips.

“Oh? You know of me?”

“Ye-yes, you’re pretty…..popular!” He caught himself in the last second, he was getting lost in her deep brown orbs. “You’re friends with my cousin and people talk about you.”

She grew curious. “What do they say about me?”

Anakin cleared his throat, holding the cup with both hands. “Uh..well pretty inappropriate thi-things.” He glanced between her and his cup. “I rather not repeat them. I-I didn’t say anything inappropriate about you though!”

He fully turned his body towards her, hoping she would believe him.

She sighed, knowing it was guys talking about how bad they wanted her in their bed. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He sighed in relief. “By the way, I’m Anak–”

“Anakin, I know.” She smirked. “Your cousin told me.”

It meant a lot to Anakin that she knew his name. “Oh.” Was all he could muster with a huge smile on his face. He could feel the heat rising in his face, taking a sip of the soda to hide his face from Sydnee.

“So what’re you reading?” She pointed to the book on his lap.

He perked up. He loved books, reading, talking about them, everything about books. “It’s—”

He was rudely interrupted by some guy who came from behind the couch, putting both hands on Sydnee’s shoulders. “Hey sexy, you haven’t answered my snaps, I promise a good time.”

Anakin grew uncomfortable at the sight before him, the way his disgusting hands pressed into her skin, and how close his lips were to her face. Anakin wanted to say something.

“Can you get your fucking hands off me?” She swatted his hands, turning around to face him. “Don’t snap me anymore, I clearly don’t answer. Now leave me alone.”

“Seriously?” The guy had the audacity to say as if he weren’t wrong.

“Sh-she said leave her alone.” Anakin suddenly said, standing up to face the guy, the couch being the only thing separating them. Anakin didn’t even he have the guts to do that, surprising himself with his own actions.

Sydnee look up at Anakin, she’s never seen him angry before, he was always reserved.

The guy scoffed. “You got this loser to protect you?”

“Fuck off, try me again and I’ll fucking cut you.” She stood beside Anakin. “That’s a fucking promise.”

The guy glared at the two before storming off.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Anakin.” She sighed, turning to Anakin. She didn’t realize how much taller he was than her, it almost caught her off guard.

Anakin picked up his book and placed his half empty cup on a nearby table. “It’s..uh– okay.”

“Thanks for standing up for me as well, really cool of you.” Her smile was so bright and so cute to Anakin.

How could a guy ever treat her less than what she’s worth?

“It-it was nothing, really.” He smiled shyly, playing with the loose strands of his hair.

She smiled, then frowned seeing that he was probably uncomfortable about the entire situation. “You probably want to go home now, huh?”

He nodded.

“I’ll look for Chloe—”

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, then quickly let go. “Uh sorry..she usually gets a ride with some guy or a friend, she’ll be okay. Do you want a ride back to your..dorm?”

Sydnee’s eyes brightened up at his kind gesture. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled at her answer, then walked out of this party with Sydnee by his side. They made small talk walking to his car, he kindly opened the car door for her, made sure she had on her seatbelt before he started driving, he even walked her to the door of her dorm. She thought that was so cute and kind of him.

She dug in her purse in search of her dorm key, while Anakin stood there waiting for her to go in safely.

“Shit.” She put her back against the wall and slowly slid down.

Anakin was now alert. “What’s wrong?” His voice laced with concern, crouching down to her. “Are you okay?”

She was beginning to feel a headache. Slowly rubbing her temples, she answered him. “I lost my damn key, and maintenance is closed for the night.”

“What time is your roommate coming back?” He looked at both sides of the empty hall.

“Monday.” She groaned into her hands. “She’s out of town for the weekend.”

He bit his bottom lip and pushed his glasses up. “W-would you like to stay at..my apartment for the night?”

She silently brought her head up to him.

“It’s..not that far from the campus, I-I promise!” He reassured her quickly.

She flashed a small smile and chuckled lightly. “I would love that, Anakin. You’re so kind.”

He smiled at her compliment. His heart was beating so fast at such simple words, he felt so pathetic.

They were at his apartment in no time, about a 10 minute drive from campus.

He must’ve been loaded, his apartment was huge.

Anakin locked the door behind Sydnee while she took off her shoes and looked around his insanely neat apartment. Then there was his massive bookshelf against the wall of his living room, with awards, pictures and books, lots and lots of books.

“Wow, you bring all the girls here?” She smirked, following behind him.

“N-no, just you…and sometimes Chloe when she’s too drunk to go home on her own or doesn’t have a ride .” He pulled off his hoodie, throwing it over the couch and revealing his muscular arms.

‘He’s fucking built.’ She stared at his biceps from behind.

That hoodie was hiding everything.

“Th-this is my room.” He opened the door to reveal his room. It was neat, just like every other part of his apartment, but there were books scattered across his bed.

He rushed to his bed, picking up all the books, clearly embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry!” He stacked them neatly on the floor, looking back at Sydnee with shame. “I wasn’t expecting guests.”

She stepped in and looked around. “It’s okay.”

“You can sit on the bed, do you still have a headache?”

She sat softly on his bed. “I do.”

“I’ll make you some tea.” He scratched his head, before walking out quickly.

Sydnee smiled to herself and pulled her phone to watch TikToks to pass the time.

In no time, Anakin came back with a cup of tea and aspirin.

After drinking some, Sydnee put the cup on his side table, not without a coaster of course. “You didn’t get to tell me about the book you were reading.”

He sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Oh..you remembered.” He fixed his glasses and looked at her. “It’s called The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Do you want to hear about it?” His captivating blue orbs searched her face. “I don’t want to bore you.”

She got closer to him, making him stiffen and his heart pang against his chest. “You’re not gonna bore me, Anakin.” She blinked slowly, her eyes scanning him. “I like hearing you talk, you have a nice voice.”

His lips parted, but no words left it. His dick began stiffening, he couldn’t control his body.

“Are you okay?” Her head tilted.

That head tilt, that fucking head tilt. Anakin’s brain was scrambling before this girl. She could probably see the gears in his head stop moving as he froze up. His dick strained against the fabric of his underwear and jeans.

“Uh..” He finally let out, pressing his thighs together. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry.”

She blinked, then smiled at his innocent compliment. “Don’t be sorry, Anakin. I think you’re cute.”

He gulped, staring into her alluring eyes. “Th-thank you.”

“I should really repay you for tonight.” Her eyes glanced down at his erection that he so desperately tried to hide.

“Y-you don’t have to..honest.” His chest rose and fell dramatically. He knew where she was going with this and what a lie he was telling her.

“You sure?” She pouted and went on her knees in front of him.

Anakin blushed furiously, biting his pink and plump bottom lip and stared down at Sydnee. “N-no.”

“You’re so honest.” She put her hands on his thighs, slowly rubbing them.

“Ye-yeah.” He hummed.

“You ever got head before?” She pulled her braids into a ponytail.

“N-no.”

“Cute.” She murmured, unbuckling his pants. “Tell me about the book, Ani.”

He got dizzy at the sudden nickname, his face a new shade of red. “I– He..uh..”

“Breathe.” She commanded, as she started to pull his boxers and jeans down.

He tried regulating his breathing and raised his hips to help her with taking off his pants. They were now dangling at his ankles, his dick standing at attention, veiny, pre cum oozing out and running down his shaft.

Sydnee eyed his lower half. His balls were so big and full, then his pubic hairs were neatly trimmed, and his dick, oh how big it was, twitching under her seductive stare.

“The book, Ani.” She gave his balls a squeeze.

A pathetic moan ripped from his throat.

“Oh wow.” She cooed, rubbing his sticky tip with her finger. “Ani?”

His body twitched, answering with a moan.

“I wanna hear about the book.” She began stroking him slowly.

His hands gripped his sheets, head hanging low as he tried to gather words. “It’s…ah— it’s about a man.”

Her wet mouth made contact with his tip, gradually taking in more of him until she met with the base.

“Oh fuck—ngh!” He couldn’t believe how loud he was.

Her cheeks hollowed to make her mouth feel tighter, bobbing at slow pace for him. She hummed at the taste of his pre cum. One hand on his thigh, squeezing it—her nails sinking into his skin and her other hands massaged his balls.

“W-wait!” He pat the bed with both hands.

She pulled off his dick, wiping her mouth and wondered what she did wrong.

He turned around and grabbed a pillow, resting it on the floor. “H-here, for..your knees.”

In Sydnee’s eyes, that made him 10x more attractive. She put her knees on the soft surface and immediately got back to work. She got sloppy and fast, squeezing her thighs together– she was getting off on getting him off.

“Sydnee!” He cried out. His head was thrown back, a babbling mess before her. “Oh fuck, b-baby!”

That made me her go even faster. Gagging and throating him messily, tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She could feel her ponytail coming undone, but Anakin’s strong hands held it in one for her, as he began thrusting his hips upwards.

“S-Sydnee.” He moaned out, putting both hands on the side of her face and pulling her off to look her in the eyes.

She looked up at him in a daze, saliva running down her chin.

‘Fuck.’ Was all that ran through his hazy mind.

Anakin craned his neck down to her, his lips capturing hers desperately. He’s never kissed anyone in his life, he didn’t even know if he was doing this right, but he just wanted to taste her.

She moaned into his mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

He pulled away, gritting his teeth and looking into her pretty doe eyes. “I– I think— I’m gonna cum!”

Her eyes brightened up at his words, her brows creasing with his as if she could feel everything he was feeling. “Yes Ani, you’re right there. Let it out for me!”

His legs began shaking, his voice went up and octave, releasing thick spurts of cum all over Sydnee’s clothes, but she kept stroking, using his cum as lube.

“Syd, please!” His hips thrusted into her fist, fucking himself so desperately. “F-fuck— ah!”

She praised him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You did so well.”

He breathed heavily, looking down at the mess he made on her. He stood to his feet immediately and pulled his pants up, almost tripping himself.

“Y-your clothes!”

Sydnee could only laugh.

“I-I’m so sorry.” He took his glasses off and wiped his face.

In that split second he took his glasses off, Sydnee’s flood gates broke loose.

“You should..uh.” His breathing was so shallow as he tried collecting himself. “You should take the first shower, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear for the night.” He helped her up.

She kissed his cheek. “Thanks Ani.”

Anakin swore fireworks went off in his head.

💋

[mareagirls]

Hi! If you’re ever in the mood to write a sickfic I like this idea.

Peter and reader are on a date, but reader feels nauseous. But, reader doesn’t want to tell Peter because a: they’ve both been super busy lately between Spider-Man duties and college and/or work and b: because even if reader won’t admit it, being vulnerable and being taken care of kind of scares them. But Peter finds out/figured it out and wants to help and fluff ensues.

Anyway, it’s just an idea. No pressure to complete (obvi)! Hope you’re doing well and drinking water! <3

~🥧

 hey pie anon! i hope this is okay and i'm sorry it's months late! I forgot it was in my drafts :')

You realise something is wrong when you’re only a quarter of the way through your pizza and Peter is over half way through his.

You feel sick. Or at the very least least like you might be - nausea brewing uncomfortably in your stomach as you take small bites of your food.

Your boyfriend chats away opposite you, blissfully unaware that you've started to feel queasy, so you plaster a smile on your face and swallow hard. The two of you have been incredibly busy for the past few days between your work and his vigilante duties, and the last thing you want to do is ruin the first peaceful moment you’ve had together. You can tell how much Peter has needed a little normalcy. The thought of ruining it because you’re feeling a little off feels incredibly selfish.

Beyond that, you're not used to letting people take care of you, and though Peter has told you countless times that he likes doing it, you can never quite dislodge uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability that blooms in you whenever he does. Letting yourself be loved, allowing Peter to look after you when you're not feeling too well - they're processes. You've been trying to work on them for a while, but it's difficult. It always has been.

You’re just trying to rub at your chest discreetly when Peter looks up at you from his almost empty plate. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Yes! Yeah, everything is fine." Your reply comes out wobbly and you only realise afterwards that you’ve made too much of an effort to sound alright. You smile at Peter through gritted teeth and try foolishly to convince yourself that if you pretend the nausea doesn't exist, it'll go.

Peter doesn’t look like he believes you for a second.

"Are you sure? Do you not like your pizza?" He pushes his own plate towards you as if it's the easiest thing ever, offering you his last two slices. "Here, baby. We can swap."

The tender easiness in the gesture very nearly makes you want to cry. Peter Parker might just be the loveliest boy you’ve ever known.

"No, Peter it's okay. My pizza is good,” your hands shifts slightly to rub against your abdomen, Peter tracks your movements cautiously. “I'm just kinda full I think.”

Your boy raises an eyebrow at your barely eaten pizza but nods, never one to push you for explanations.

"I'll ask for the bill and a box to take the rest home. We can have the ice cream in the freezer when we get back. How's that sound?"

The thought of ice cream makes you feel queasy, but Peter seems so hopeful and he's looked so tired and sad in the past few days that you cant help but indulge him.

-

Once you’ve gotten the bill and packed your leftover pizza into a takeaway box, Peter takes your hand in his and guides you out of the restaurant.

New York City in the evening is a sensory nightmare, but your nausea does abate slightly thanks to the fresh air. You catch Peter looking down at you and stamp an awkward smile on your face.

"Home?" He squeezes your fingers gently.

Your stomach churns at the thought of having to go so far, but Peter is looking at you like you've hung the moon and the stars - the journey home feels a little more bearable with him by your side.

"Yes please."

"You okay to walk?" 

"I'm fine, Peter. I promise."

"No, you're not, baby. And that's okay, you don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don’t want to. Just let me take care of you."

You sigh, resigned. You don't even know why you tried to hide it from him. Peter can quite literally hear your heartbeat, of course he was going to clock that you're not feeling too well.

Peter keeps his body angled towards yours as the two of you walk, and you soon realise that he's shielding you the best he can from the light around you and all the bodies rushing past. It's a small gesture, one that he might not even realise he's doing, but makes your chest flutter pleasantly

Then, just as you think that maybe the nausea is easing up, another wave of discomfort overwhelms you and you stumble.

Fortunately Peter catches your wrist just before you can do any real damage, balancing your pizza box in his free hand. He helps you back up easily, his fingers a warm pressure on your skin.

"Woah. Hey, hey, sweetheart. Let's just stop for a second, hm?"

You are mortified, and very sorry about how inconvenient you're being but when Peter pulls you to a stop, you oblige. Tears swarming in your eyes, you make one last ditch attempt at snuffing out the discomfort by pushing your face into the soft sweatshirt your boyfriend is wearing. 

You feel him go still and for one horrible millisecond, you think he's going to push you away, but then Peter’s body relaxes and he presses you against him softly, almost as if he's afraid to hurt you.

You mumble into his chest. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise," his lips are soft against the crown of your head. "You're good. Let's take a moment, alright?"

You nod, sniffing slightly.

"We're nearly there. Just a few more blocks to go." 

Something like a whine gets stuck in your throat and Peter coos gently, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “I know. You’re alright, honey. I've got you.”

You straighten up after a few seconds, aware that this is not at all what he signed up for when the two of you left the house, and Peter frowns a little.

"You can lean into me, baby. You're not a bother."

And you do know, because he's said it to you countless times before in different variations. I like being there for you. You don't have to apologise. I'm here for you, it's kinda in the boyfriend job description.

Peter doesn’t have to repeat himself. When he nudges you closer, you lean in.

-

Once you’re at home, Peter lets go of you carefully, never taking his eyes off you as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pull out the keys to let you both in.

He places the pizza box on the microwave in the kitchen before following you through down the corridor, a hand ghosting the small of your back. When you reach the bedroom, he dims the lights.

You sit on the bed gingerly. Peter sits next to you.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asks.

You’re quiet for a while. Then, a small admission;

"I feel really nauseous Peter." You avoid his gaze. "It started in the restaurant. I don't... I don't know what's wrong."

Peter is silent for a beat. You take it as a sign that you've said something wrong.

"It's fine though. I'm sorry for ruining the meal. I know you were looking forward to this." your voice is hoarse. "I’m really sorry."

When you muster the courage to look up at him, Peter looks horrified.

"Baby, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anything. It's okay." His hand comes up to brush at your jawline. "I got to spend time with my best girl. I feel like the luckiest guy alive."

You think he might be exaggerating just to make you smile, but there's real sincerity in his tone. "Do you want pain relief? Some ginger tea, maybe?"

Right now, you only want Peter.

"Can we just cuddle for a bit, please?"

"Oh, my girl." Peter is already pulling you down so that you're lying against his chest. "C'mere."

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ you think james is really pretty—unfortunately for you, sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings ❧ female!reader, implied gryffindor!reader, siruis playing matchmaker, mutual pinning, fluff, cheesy writing, kissing, public displays of affection

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ i have a series idea for this so if you’re interested let me know ´･ᴗ･`

“Kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?”

Calling James a pretty boy is an understatement. James Potter is the absolute embodiment of beauty. Those perfect little dimples that dip flawlessly upon his cheeks, the mole that lingers where his jaw meets his neck, a spot you’d love to place your lips. Those brown eyes that pool into yours like a drop of honey, eyes that you could get lost in forever. And finally those soft lips that never seem to be without a smile. It consumes your every thought, and quite frankly, you could stare at him forever.

That’s exactly what got you into this situation. Staring. But you just can’t help it. Not when James is sitting on the couch across the common room, his arms resting on the back, while unintentionally showing off his biceps with a white button up that seems a little too tight for his body. An effortless smile is planted firmly upon his face while he laughs and converses with Remus and Peter, who sit on the lounge chairs opposite of him.

“(Y/n)?” Siruis’ voice catches your attention, causing you to become fully aware of his presence on the couch next to you.

“Hm?” You hum, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from the boy who still sits perfectly across the room.

“Are you just going to ignore me and continue staring at Prongs or what?” Siruis asks playfully, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“If you want me to agree with you, it’s not going to happen.” You respond, finally turning your attention away from James and towards the smug looking Sirius Black beside you, a hint of annoyance heard through your tone.

“Oh come on, everyone sees the way you look at him.” Sirius groans while leaning his head back against the couch, before turning to face you with another mischievous grin, “Just admit it, you think he’s pretty.”

“Fine, maybe I think he’s a little bit pretty.” You admit and a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks, hence your confession. “But it doesn’t mean—”

“You think who’s pretty?” James’ voice pipes in cheerfully, while you and Sirius watch as the boy happily plops down next to you, his arm instinctively resting against the couch behind your head.

“No one.” You respond quickly, your eyes wide and full of panic with the thought of James knowing about your infatuation.

“You.” Sirius says at the same time, and you instantly send him a sharp glare, feeling a sense of betrayal, but you only receive a smug grin in response, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Me?” James questions, glancing back and forth at you and Sirius, his obvious confusion forming an adorable crease between his eyebrows.

The tension in the air is palpable, you and James can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other, while Sirius watches with a satisfied expression clear on his face. The moment seems to last forever and your heart rate begins to rise as your panic sets in.

“That’s my cue.” Sirius whispers before sending you a wink and jumping up from his place next to you, bounding over to the spot across from Remus and Peter, where James was once sitting.

“Traitor.” You mouth towards Sirius and you receive an innocent shrug in response, which causes you to let out an annoyed huff.

“You think I’m pretty, darling?” James asks hesitantly and you return your gaze to James’, a surprised look in your eyes because of how soft his tone is.

James Potter is not shy. He’s never been one to back down from anything, dares, pranks, and especially talking to girls. They’ve always been all over him, hence, he’s pretty and he knows it. However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve always been the only person to manage to break down those confident walls and show the softer, shyer side of James. The boy can’t help but feel bubbly and warm around you, something stirs deep within his gut that he’s never felt before.

“Yeah, I think you’re pretty, James.” You respond without hesitation and you can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“Yeah?” James asks, while tilting his head to one side, and a boyish grin spreads across his face, showing off those gorgeous little dimples that you love so much.

“Yeah.” You nod, and James’ infectious smile causes one of your own to make its way onto your face.

“Well love, I think you’re pretty, too.” James leans forward to whisper, the words linger, only for your ears to hear while placing his large, but soft hand upon your cheek and begins gently drawing circles over your skin.

“How pretty?” You ask, a flush rising to your cheeks, shocked with your own boldness, while James releases his hand from your cheek and places your hand in his.

“Really pretty.” James hums lovingly and strokes his thumb across your knuckles, “Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah.” You nod, my gaze trailing down at James’ mouth when you notice his tongue darting out in order to wet his lips.

Instantly after your words of confirmation, James’ hands slip from yours and grab your cheeks, intertwining his fingers with your hair, and placing his lips on yours. Kissing James is everything and nothing like you’d excepted. His lips are soft, his hands are warm against your cheeks, the kiss is passionate and sweet just like you’d expected, and yet it makes you feel like the whole world is crumbling all around you, leaving just the two of you alone together.

When the both of you finally pull away, James holds you close as the two of you begin to chuckle breathlessly and yet James’ rumbling laugh still manages to shake his chest all the while filling your heart with warmth and love.

“Finally!” Sirius cheers from across the room, grabbing you and James’ attention.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James shouts back, and I let my head drop upon his shoulder, an embarrassed giggle escaping my lips.

“Now darling,” James says sweetly, and gently lifts my head up off his shoulder which causes me to shamelessly gaze into those pretty brown eyes, “How about a date?”

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[fxllfaiiry]

Can you write a cockwarming jake sully smut story? I love the little blurb you wrote on the mean jake headcannons

─ pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

─ summary: cockwarming w jake <3

─ warnings: soft dom!jake, spit kink, subby!reader, teasing, mentions of jakes breeding kink.

“Jake, m'sorry, please” This was torture, Jake's cock was snug in your pussy and it felt heavenly, but you couldn't do anything about it. You were dripping onto the mattress, clit engorged from the endless teasing, you wanted him to fuck you hard into the mattress.

“Now, now, just a few more minutes, then daddy will give you what you want,” Jake assured. This was killing him just as much, but he had to finish his work, he knew it could wait, but seeing you in heat did something to him.

“But - "

“No buts, be patient, ok?” He pinched your clit making you jump from the sudden pain. “And stop clenching around me like that.” He whispered grabbing your checks and squishing them together. He moved your face closer to his and spit into your mouth. The sight made him twitch.

Jake gently brought you in for a kiss, biting at your bottom lip teasingly, he pulled back after a few seconds, running his thumb over your lip. He thrust himself into you, causing a moan from you. He wanted to fill you up with his cum and watch it drip out, the thought of you all swollen up made him shudder.

“Be good, and I'll give you what you need.” You let out a quiet 'mhm', but that wasn't enough for him. He pressed his thumb into your clit and started flicking it around. “Use your words, sweet girl.”

“I'll be good I promise.” And you had the rest of the night to prove it.

[toji-girl]

Ukai and prompt #2 for your mini game? Pretty please?

I haven't written anything for Ukai in such a long time, let alone anything Haikyuu so please forgive me if he's ooc and how short it is lmaoo - prompts

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + explicit smut + smoking

Throughout the week you found yourself helping your husband down at the store he bought a few months before meeting you, funny enough this was how he met you when you came in during girls' night drunk off your ass and stumbling about looking for more wine.

He didn't have any of the fancy stuff and your friends wanted to go, but you didn't, instead you and Keishin shared a beer and laughs until it was three in the morning and you had to head home with his number safely tucked away in your purse.

It was the weekend so he didn't have to worry about heading out to the high school for any volleyball practice until the boys would call him begging for him to watch a new move they came up with.

Keishin would be focused on rearranging the front counter, but instead, his cigarette just hung from his mouth as he watched you direct the men who came in to drop off the beer. You looked so sexy standing there in a dress while giving out instructions so bossily.

You caught his look and sauntered up to where he pretended to be working. "You know these magazines have not moved a single inch since I started walking around, why is that?" You teased with a smirk.

Your husband feigned innocence with a shrug of his shoulders. "Can you blame me? You know I love it when you look at me like that.” He said letting his eyes dip down to where your breasts were on display for his greedy eyes.

"You owe me for today!" You told him in a teasing tone with a chaste kiss before pushing away from the counter with a smirk making sure to swing your hips more than you really needed to.

An hour later Keishin still watched you while he did his own things until it was about time to close leaving you and him alone in the back where no one would come in and interrupt anything. "You looked sexy bossing those men around, boss me around now." He teased.

His breath fanned over the back of your neck as he held your hips from behind, his fingers curled into the fabric of your dress drawing it up until he could feel the silken panties you put on this morning.

You couldn't help but giggle a little and rub your ass against him feeling the bulge grow bigger and harder the more you teased him while pretending to pay attention to the freezer in front of you.

"Fuck me."

That was all he needed to hear from you.

After watching you all day flaunting around in that tight dress giving him what felt like an ever-lasting boner that made it impossible to get up without anyone seeing it he was ready to pop.

Keishin pushed on your upper back making you bend over, thankfully you could hang on to the shelves in the freezer, the cold air wafting over you making your nipples pebble in your bra.

With his teasing and his looks you were wet but that still didn't mean he wasn't going to prep you a little with two fingers that never failed to make your knees knock together as you tried to hump them.

The hand that wasn't between your legs roamed your body, melting against you like butter in a hot pan, his lips found your shoulder leaving a trail of wet kisses up the curve of it then your neck.

He pulled it away listening to you pant feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers, your impending orgasm was teetering on the edge, all you needed was his thumb to swirl against your clit and you were coming.

With his free hand, Keishin pulled the band of his shorts down to free his aching cock that leaked pre-cum. He held the base and lined the tip with your fluttering hole as you pushed back against him.

Easing the head inside you he took hold of your hips pulling you back watching his cock disappear until he bottomed out. The both of you panted and got used to the sensation of being connected like this.

You eased forward then back again taking what you wanted, fucking yourself on him as he just watched the way your cunt swallowed up his dick covering the length of him in a white pearly sheen while moaning his name over and over as you rubbed your own clit.

Keishin listened to the wet paps of his sack that smacked the curve of your ass as he moved his hands to the fabric of your dress holding onto it as he fucked you back letting his head tilt back.

The both of you were close and chased that high desperately.

"So close, you feel so good." His words swirled as you stopped all movements letting your climax take over.

Your pussy milked him as you whined and threw your head back with your eyes screwed shut panting hard and heavy feeling him go deeper making you cry out louder holding onto the wired racks.

Being so close to the back door where anyone could knock or even peep through the window to see what you were doing, at the angle they would look they wouldn't be able to see everything but enough to know what was going on.

With a last final thrust, Keishin groaned pressing his chest against your back mounting you almost this way to bury his face in your neck as he pumped you full of hot and thick cum that made you sigh.

After cleaning you up he walked with you to the front counter to grab his things while you turned the lights off. "I think I need to look at you like that more often if that means I get fucked like that." You teased.

Keishin couldn't agree more and had an idea of taking you over the counter instead, or maybe he'd have you ride him on the stool.

[nymphomatique]

i think the thing that makes miguel so attractive to me is how pronounced he is in all aspects. he isn’t hard to miss at all. he towers over crowds, rippled with muscle on every crevice and curve of his body. his facial structure is deep, engrained, masculine. his nose, sharp, angular. his cheek bones are cut, lips curved and perfectly shaped. everything about him is impossible to ignore, it overwhelms in a sense. he’s all encompassing, and that’s just so sexy to me.

[hanluex]

Okay I have some headcanons for Titans!Jason, Comics!Jason (as they have some differences) and some of them that could be applied for both versions. I am gonna let some of the last group here and please tell me what do you think about them. I would love to hear your oppinion! Sorry if it's too long 😅

It's a fact that he loves eather jackets, and I love to imagine that he would let his/o wear team when it's cold. Or maybe when he lefts for patroling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

I think he has at least a couple of tattoos (I think is a popular headcanon among the fsndom actually 🤔). And all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

He is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. His head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. Sorry, not sorry 😌

Last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

Titans!Jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

With Comics!Jason is a little bit different. His s/o is the one who needs to star the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being hold and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

Lots of love, take care 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

🌕 Anon

i went so overboard with this one, gosh 😭 but i do hope my opinions regarding these hcs are entertaining! thank you as always for your messages, sweetheart! stay safe and take care 🥺💗

it's a fact that he loves leather jackets, and i love to imagine that he would let his s/o wear team when it's cold. or maybe when he lefts for patrolling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

ahh omgomg this is definitely canon! like, it can be the middle of july where everyone is sweating buckets, but jason will still have this leather jacket on him JUST IN CASE you are feeling cold and need it 🥹

him giving you his leather jacket was actually how he first realized that he might have feelings for you (when you two were in the “friends” stage, perhaps?) when you mentioned you were cold or he happened to notice the goosebumps on your skin, he didn’t hesitate to take his jacket off and put it on you

this action just led him to think “why in the world would i ever do that?” 🤔 which would after a lot of thought give him the answer “well shit maybe i like them, that’s why” 😏 and from then onwards, it’s a fight between you and flirty!jason fr 😂

i think he has at least a couple of tattoos (i think is a popular headcanon among the fandom actually 🤔). and all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

ooh i never knew that! me personally, i don’t think anyone in the batfam would have any tattoos bc bruce would be on their asses if they ever got something that would make it easier for their identities to be compromised

but then again, this is jason … when has the boy ever listened? 😭 (actually, i so believe he is a rule-keeper through and through, maybe even more so than dick — he just doesn’t show it bc he wants to be cool)

although, i definitely think jason has a tattoo of the joker card where the joker is holding a bloodied crowbar. all his scars were gone when he came back from the pit, so he’d get this tattoo in remembrance of what happened to him and who did it and how 🥹 it’s not in a visible spot, but anyone who’d ever come across it would definitely be people close to him and would know it’s meaning upon a closer glance at the details of the tattoo

one that would be hidden in plain sight is a tiny tattoo of a sun on the side of his left ring finger. although it is a myth, jason likes to believe in the historical belief of vena amoris (vein of love) where there was said to be a vein in the left ring finger that is connected straight to the heart

the reason he has a tattoo of a sun on that finger would be bc of you. jason lived his entire life in darkness, he believes. all his thoughts clouded with darkness, not a speck of light even in his mind. but when he met you, everything changed. you were his light at the end of the tunnel, the one he’d run home to, the sun to his moon

he has the sun tattooed on his finger to remind him that you are the reason his heart is beating and the reason he is able to love 🥺💗

bonus: he'd always have a band-aid on that finger to cover his tattoo and bc of his "work" no one ever suspects the fact he always has a band-aid on that specific finger. one day when he was just relaxing with you, you'd note that the band-aid was coming off and would replace it for him, but upon taking it off, you'd see the tattoo and that'd be the day he tells you about it.

extra bonus: you end up getting a tattoo of a moon on the same finger, to signify that he is the moon to your sun 🥰

he is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. his head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. sorry, not sorry 😌

jason is absolute putty in your hands when you play with his hair. like you mentioned later on, bro is absolutely touch-starved, so simple touches like this make him just melt into your embrace

i like to believe it started off when you two were having a book date, where the two of you just chilled at home, reading books in comfortable silence. jason ended up changing his posture, asking if he could rest his head on your lap, to which you complied.

the gesture happened naturally. you held your book with one day and didn’t know what to do with the other, so you just unconsciously played with his hair, the gesture taking him by surprise

from that day onwards, whenever he feels down or whenever you two are cuddling, he just silently grabs your hand, placing it over his head, wordlessly asking you to play with his hair

while on certain days you tease him for behaving like a cat  bc of his eagerness for you to play with his hair, on other days you realise he is just a six-foot bulky kid who needs loads of love and affection 🥹🥹

(he is 100% a black cat, don’t fight me 😤 — you are literally the golden retriever energy to his black cat energy)

last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

yes yes yes !! he is so bloody touch-starved, it’s not even funny 🥹😭

titans!jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

titans!jason is touch-starved, knows it and will take the necessary steps to ensure he receives the affection he needs. like i said earlier, you are the golden retriever to his black cat, so you are very touchy with people

when you were friends (or crushing), jason had said something funny and you hit him on his shoulder as you laughed, before apologizing and patting him in the area you hit �� that was it for him. you had him wrapped around your finger with that simple gesture; he was yours

jason would have to have his hands on you at all times when you are together. he just craves affection and proximity. like he needs that assurance that you are there with him and most of the time would want to touch you skin-to-skin (in a non-sexual way), probably his hands under your shirt, whatever he can touch, he will

titans!jason’s love language is definitely teasing! he'd love annoying you by poking you on your sides, just thriving off the reactions he’s getting from you; it’s his serotonin or dopamine — it just makes him so happy!

with comics!jason is a little bit different. his s/o is the one who needs to start the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being held and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

comics!jason is a gentle giant teddy bear man when you get to know him, but until then, he has so many guards and walls up, it’ll put the pentagon to shame

he’s not used to affectionate touches bc every touch that has come his way usually meant physical harm to him. the first time he’d realise every touch isn’t always violent is when he accidentally hits and pushes you away when you touched him in an attempt to comfort him when he was mad

he’d feel very guilty later on, but you’d just laugh it off, joking around to get rid of the tense atmosphere. you knew he needed time, and time was what you’d give to him. from that day on, you’ll always announce your arrival and let him know you were going to touch him, or ask for affection which surprisingly enough he’d comply to

oh, you said you want a hug? this teddy bear will awkwardly wrap his arms around you as comfort, and you’d end up fixing his arms and posture to let him know how to hug you. he appreciates how patient you are with him and how willing you are to help him with his affectionate needs

once you two are in an established relationship, i think there’d be some codeword or look or just something that’d convey that jason needs to be held bc he has a difficult time in explaining when he needs physical affection

it wouldn’t even be intentional. it'd just be smth like the nickname “sunshine” that jason would use after a rough day or smth, and your reaction is to smother him with affection and from that day on, the word “sunshine” would become jason’s codeword for “i need affection from you, thank you very much”