#And some of my girl f/os too

[zombieplaguedoc]

imagine your f/o(s) helping you put on makeup, pick out outfits, do your hair, decide jewelry to wear! anything!

the cautious and gentle touch they have, using the brushes to put on the eyeshadow, blush, eyeliner on you

the comforting compliments they give you when they take a step back to look at you

a huge smile appearing on their face when they see how much euphoria your getting by finally being able to dress how you'd want

they know anything that isn't masculine doesnt make you any less of who you are and they will proudly show you it <3

Antis dni, you do not belong on this post

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's the 23rd... you know what that means...

Happy Ash Day!

[grimmshood]

i hate fake bitches *ten seconds* me and the bestie image but its "i hate the idea of marriage and it kind of scares the shit out of me!!!!!" *ten seconds later* these characters are my wives and marriwd to me

[cisphobie]

jfc y’all are dumb as shit

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: After so many years together, Leon is insecure about his dad body.

PAIRING: Vendetta¡Husband¡Leon x Wife¡F¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.316k

WARNINGS: NSFW/SMUT. Kinda sub¡Leon. In front of the mirror, exhibitionism. Mentions os male anatomy, description of male anatomy. Jerking off, ect.

NOTES: Just needed to comfort this man, I'm trying to keep active and write more, even if i have a lot of ideas, I can't write.

That's what i got after days thinking about it, hope you guys like 🫶🏻 credits to creator of this bot for the plot idea.

FRISSON: (n.) A shiver of pleasure

The unique scent of the fritter on the pan is the first that comes into your nostrils by the morning, your eyes still fighting to stay open under that comfortable dim orange light of the sun coming from your windows. You can hear heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, knowing exactly that it is your dear husband, Leon, he’s walking to the kitchen you’re in, making breakfast for your kids and him.

It’s been weeks since your sexual life with Leon has been…vain. For some unknown reason, he’s been way too distant, especially after he’d stopped going to the gym. He would do it under lights off, or not even doing nothing to satisfy both sexual needs. These facts may be related but you can’t really put them together and understand what your husband is feeling to not share any moment of intimacy with you, who has been his wife for many years now. The heavy footsteps are overheard by two fastened little feets on the floor, along with giggles and an unheard chatter, that quickly is responsible for bringing a bit more joy to your lazy face. You knew that it was your kids coming to the kitchen as well.

When the two tiny bodies sat on the chair, they were looking at you, their eyes squinting as they both carried Leon’s smile.

—”Mommy! Good morning.” They sang in a choir, seeming almost essayed. You giggled, nodding your head along with their happiness so early on the day.

—”Good morning, my love.” This was Leon’s voice now. The phrase was stretched on his tongue as he sat down in front of the little girl and the boy.

—”Breakfast is almost ready. The two of you are already dressed in your uniforms?”

Both of the kids hummed together, already anxious to eat the food and start a new day at school.

When the two twins dashed out through the door and waved at both of you and Leon, going inside the bus and leaving for the day. You sighed when the bus faded into the street, a faint smile on your face as you saw Leon turning to go to the bed and read his every day newspaper.

You followed him, and found his body splayed on your shared bed, his lips pursed together and his squared glasses on. You’ve always found him adorable that way. With a soft chuckle, you crawled to the bed, planting some moist kisses all over his face, making him grumble about it under his teeths.

—”What got you so distant these days?” You murmured, voice full of concern as Leon looked at you, very confused.

—”Distant? What are you talking about?”

The newspapers are slipped to rest on top of his chest, Leon pushes his glasses off to lay them on the headboard next to the bed.

—”Yeah, I've noticed, Leon. You’re not even changing in front of me anymore. There’s something wrong?” One hand comes above his, your thumb caressing his skin to soothe him down while abroading the topic.

—”There’s nothing wrong.” He looked away, and you knew him way too good to know he’s lying.

—”Leon.” You insisted.

—”I’m telling you the truth.”

—”We’ve been together for thirteen years total. I know you’re lying.” Leon cursed under his teeths, and you heard his upset from you knowing him so well like that.

—”Fine. There IS something wrong.”

—”And can I know what it is?” Nuzzling closer to his body, you could feel his same scent as always, which you’ve always recognized him for. Your hands never stopped from soothing him down. After a couple of seconds in silence, he answers.

—”I’m not quite…comfortable with my body.”

—”What’s wrong with your body?”

—”It’s not the same as when you’ve met me.” He sighed in disappointment, kissing his own teeths to make any sound to not look so pathetic.

—”What’s the problem with that?” Leon felt as if you’re not understanding the situation, he took your hands and pressed them together, looking directly in your eyes.

—”My love, I'm not the same Leon. Not the same toned man that you’ve knew…i’m just pathetic now with this fucking…dad body.”

Your head fell unconsciously to the side, completely confused with his words. That’s not a single bit of how you saw Leon, and the only thing you wanted is that he saw himself the way you saw him. Leon was visibly frustrated with his own body, and you never saw him like this before in all those years together.

—”I don’t see any problem with your body, my love. In fact, it’s normal that you can’t keep the same shape after so many years.”

—”That’s because you didn’t saw my body yet, you wouldn’t understand.” Leon whispered, turning his body slightly to the side so you wouldn’t see his belly through the shirt.

—”You know I wouldn't judge you for that, my dear. Your body isn’t going to change my love for you.”

Just like the words were exactly his fear, his eyes dazed off at the same instant, perplexed. It’s like he’s been thinking you would leave him after seeing his body so differently.

—”You saw me in the worst moments, carrying your childrens with my body all swollen and sore. Why would I judge you from not keeping in shape?”

His lips pursed, he let your hands slip from his and faced the wall, still hammering that thought on his mind.

—”And I trust you, very much. I’m just…afraid, I guess..."

What you didn't expect was that a few minutes later, Leon would be splayed in the bed, legs wide open and head against your shoulder. His lips parted and let a few grunts leave from them, which is now swollen from biting them so much as he does.

The best way to show him how much you appreciate him completely, was to show through your eyes. So you planted him in front of the mirror, body pressed against yours as your hands were moving alongside his tummy, unconsciously sliding even way more down to underneath his boxers. His eyes were fluttering, almost fighting to stay open as your free hand held his chin.

—"Look in the mirror, Leon. I want you to see how handsome you are." He squirmed on your hand, you felt the way his breath hitched in between his teeths.

Leon looked straight, trying his best not to close his eyes. But the waves of shock that your fingertips on his skin are sending to him, are hard to handle. He felt vulnerable nonetheless, but the pleasure was undeniable.

—"Slow…slow down." The blonde man hissed when your naughty hands found the way to his already erect penis, only enough to squeeze the swollen tip, knowing so damn well that would send him over the edge.

And just as you thought, it did. A single touch, and Leon was down bad for you. His head fell back into your shoulders, his throat letting a loud lewd moan slide out. He was really sensitive after weeks without not even seeing your body properly, and he dreamed about being touched this way by you again. Even if he wanted, the insecurities were munching on the back of his mind, even though he's very happy you noticed his abrupt change of mood and are now trying to put some senses into his mind.

—"I don't want you to ever doubt yourself anymore. You're handsome, and I love…Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." Syllabically speaking, each word was a kiss on his neck, only to keep him way more desperate than he already is. —"Did you understand?"

—"Y-Yes! Yes…,yes I did, ma'am." His voice lowered an octave, he was already so needy for you that he can't even think straight. You flooded his mind with thoughts of you, giving no space for the insecurities — At least for a long time.

[mypoisonedvine]

In dark corners is fucking AMAZING… it’s insane. It’s too good. Died a little on the inside when I saw it’s the only Sirius fic you’ve written. So talented.

I know this technically wasn't a request and you may not even know I was about to do my sleepover but I decided I really ought to write another sirius fic! so, here's a drabble just for you with young!sirius just to mix it up <3

warnings: smut (18+ only please), oral f receiving, a bit of dubcon but it's just hesitance, shy!reader, teasing, sirius being cocky as fuck, discussions of arranged marriage, bi!reader, very brief implied homophobia (not by sirius of course) and mention of blood status discrimination

"Well, they didn't lie," he decided with crossed arms and a tilted head, "you are pretty."

You nervously wrung your hands, glancing down briefly at your leather loafers as they shifted slightly on the study's hardwood floor— freshly waxed, your shoes and the floor. Everything had been prepared so carefully for this moment, the moment that you were meeting the man that might (hopefully) become your husband.

Apparently, they'd told him you were pretty, but you figured that was only part of their long matchmaking speech: a good, pureblooded girl from a respected family, distinguished and ladylike, demure, and at the perfect age to bear children!

You got a speech, too, but you knew half of it was a lie. You'd heard stories about Sirius long before you were taken here to be presented to him: stories of a rebel, a wild young man up to all kinds of things he shouldn't be. It made you even more intimidated to be standing in front of him, watching the way he watched you.

"Th-thank you, sir," you mumbled quietly, finally reacting to his compliment, and he smirked just a bit.

"I hear you've got excellent marks at Hogwarts," he continued, "straight Os, no?"

You got excited to brag about that, and perked up: "Yes, sir," you agreed.

He frowned. "Seems like a waste," he said. You sighed, unsure how you could've disappointed him with that but too afraid to ask. "Don't you get up to any fun?"

You blinked quickly, unsure how to answer. "I read for fun, sir— mostly wizarding history but some stories, too—"

"Why do you keep calling me 'sir'? Do you think I'm your teacher or something?"; when you looked at him again, you realised he was standing closer than you thought. It made you aware of how much taller he was than you, how inquisitive his eyes were, how soft his lips looked—

"I'm sorry— it's just how I was raised, sir— er, Mister Black— I call any man 'sir'..."

"Well, I'm not much of a man, am I?" he noticed, smiling. "Only twenty-one. And you, barely finished with your final year of school— you're hardly a woman."

You swallowed thickly, feeling you'd disappointed him again.

"Your parents assured me, in fact, that no one had... made a woman of you, so to speak," he added. "I knew better than to believe that— parents never know anything. But looking at you now, how nervous you are... I almost could believe it."

Your face got warm, not sure exactly what he meant but certainly getting an idea of the spirit of it.

He stepped closer again, so close you could smell his cologne, and your heartbeat picked up. "So, when I ask what kind of fun you've gotten up to," he continued, voice lowered, "I don't mean reading dusty old tomes."

You dared to look up at him, your lips parting as you tried to think what you should say.

"Look at you," he chuckled mockingly, running his fingers over your jawline, "you've probably never done a naughty thing in your life."

Feeling defensive, you knitted your eyebrows and returned, "Have to!"

You hated how childish you sounded, but he seemed to like it— or at least be amused by it. "Prove it, then," he challenged.

"I— I kissed two different boys this year," you said proudly, and he put on an impressed expression.

"Two boys? In one year? Merlin's beard, what a slut!" he said sarcastically, and even if he was joking you tensed up at that word.

"I... I kissed a girl, too," you added more softly, and he raised his brows. "Eileen Walsh... a girl in my year, a Ravenclaw... it was her idea, but we kissed for a few minutes in a potions closet—"

"Hm, alright," he nodded, finally seeming impressed, "the potions closet is more naughty than the girl-kissing, you know. Where someone could've caught you."

Your face kept getting warmer as your mind split its attention between memories of Eileen— red hair tickling your shoulder, freckled fingers petting over your breasts through your sweater vest, shelves pressing into your back as she pressed into you— and Sirius standing before you now with his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you only like girls, maybe we can make a deal then," he offered. "I'll agree to the marriage and if you want, you can go on kissing girls without any of the worry about your parents, since you've got a nice husband to keep them distracted—"

"N-no, I like boys too," you insisted, "I even... I let one touch me, you know... there."

His smile grew into a wide, toothy grin. "There, huh?"

You nearly jumped when his fingers brushed over your dress, starting at your side and trailing lower slowly— teasingly.

"Will you let me touch you there?" he whispered, lips right against your ear.

"I-if we're to be married," you mitigated, and he gave you a sort of offended look.

"So you'll let students cop a feel, but I can only touch you if we're engaged?" he noticed.

"Yes," you decided, "I should've— I should have never let them— but I was just so—"

"So... desperate," he finished for you as his fingers moved down your your thigh, teasing you with the possibility that he might really reach under your dress. "I can understand that. But if you're supposed to be my wife, I need to really see you, don't I?"

Your thighs pressed together. "See me?"

"Under your dress," he explained; you shivered a little.

"I— our parents are downstairs," you recalled, "in the parlour— if we tried to— they might—"

"Shh, they won't come up," he promised, his hand suddenly dipping under your dress' hem and grabbing onto your thigh; you gasped, your hands reaching up to hold his shoulders as he pet your skin just above the top of your stockings. "They want me to have time alone with you, to decide if I'll finally give in to one of their arrangements. As long as you can keep quiet, they won't know a thing, darling."

Darling. The way that made you bite your lip was proof of how badly you wanted to be his wife already, just to have him call you that again.

His hands suddenly moved up to the back of your dress, unbuttoning it. You definitely shouldn't have let him, but you were charmed in a way much stronger than a literal charm could do— you were already so eager to please him, maybe that was just the raised as much as your compulsion to call him 'sir'.

It wasn't much longer until your dress was on the floor around your loafers, and you were left in your bra and panties, plus the stockings of course.

"Saving yourself for marriage with a body like this," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Now that's a shame."

"I'm sure my husband will appreciate that I waited for him," you decided, though your voice sounded shaky and breathless in a way you hadn't expected.

You gasped as he pushed you up against the credenza behind you, shoving some things off and out of the way so he could sit you on it and spread your legs. "Maybe I do," he admitted.

"S-so, you want to agree to the arrangement, then?" you realised, looking down at him with wide eyes.

He smiled at you, starting to hook a finger into your panties to pull them to the side. "If you please me," he bargained.

And a moment later, he dove in with a sloppy, hungry kiss to your cunt; whining right away, you found yourself arching your back up off the wall and tangling your fingers into his hair. "S-sirius!" you sighed. "I— oh, we shouldn't be— can't it wait until—?"

"Couldn't fucking wait," he responded before you'd finished (not that there was any hope of you getting that sentence out), mumbling against your sensitive skin. "Had to taste you, darling."

Every time he licked up your cunt, your whole body shook— you really had no excuse for being so sensitive, maybe it was all your nerves since you'd gotten to the Black residence... maybe it was that you'd been waiting far too long for someone to really pleasure you like this.

He hummed happily against you, moaned even, as he took tight grip of your thighs and suckled harder at your swelling clit.

"Oh, fuck—" you whimpered, feeling him smile when you said a bad word.

Apparently hoping to hear it again, he slipped two fingers inside you like it was nothing at all— because it was, with how wet you were.

"Fuck!" you yelped, fulfilling his wish, and he shut his eyes as he used his fingers and mouth in perfect harmony to absolute drown you in pleasure; it was only this one small portion of your body he was touching, but you felt it all over you— gooseflesh, waves of shivers and shocks, your toes curling inside your fucking stupid loafers.

"Not too loud, darling," he reminded you with a smirk, breaking away from your clit but keeping his fingers twisting inside you.

"Oh, shut up," you hissed, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back to his work. He could've punished you for your insolence if he wanted, taken his fingers away and only given teasing licks to your bud until you apologised, but instead he just smiled proudly and got back to it— if anything he was more aggressive than before, guiding you right to the edge as he speared his fingers harder and faster into you. "I'm— fuck, m'close, Sirius, please don't stop— g'na come, please—"

He moaned against you— what a lovely sound that was— and kept going even more fiercely until it all cracked and you were melting onto that credenza: drips of arousal ran down his hand and chin, down your thighs to stain your stocks, and he lapped at them with eager abandon.

"F-fuck, wait," you whimpered when it all became too much at once, pushing him away by that thoroughly-mussed mop of chestnut hair. He grinned up at you with a slick, shining smile, and you felt a bit embarrassed as you sobered up enough to realise how whorish you'd really been.

"Yes, I think this will make for a fun engagement," he deciding, still panting, still on his knees before you. "But, let's get you dressed before we tell the parents."

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Disney Hades x Pregnant Reader Headcanons

Back at it again with some more headcanons lol! I simply adore my f/os being all domestic, so this was really fun to write! And as always, these headcanons are pretty self indulgent lol. Enjoy!

He doesn’t believe it at first because he’s so in shock, so once you tell him you’ll have to say it again for him to really get it lol

He kinda always wanted an heir to his domain (even though he complains about hating the place and wanting to rule on Olympus instead)

Now that he knows you’re pregnant he’s all about preparing for the baby to come

He gets a little nursery ready and attempts to baby-proof the place as much as he can (he’s not completely successful since the underworld is so big and dangerous, but he wants to make sure the baby stays safe when it starts learning to walk and crawl)

He also comes up with tons of names for the kid and will constantly suggest them when they pop into his head

“Hey, babe. How does Dionysus sound? A girl name? I dunno, I’m still thinking about that, but it should definitely be a name as pretty as yours that’s for sure.”

This god is more than willing to become your faithful servant during your pregnancy

Got a certain craving that’s hard to find? Don’t even worry about it, he’ll find a way to get it for ya

Feeling sore and achy? One massage and living heating pad (aka him) coming up!

Also he won’t let you do much while you’re pregnant

No picking up heavy stuff, no chores, no work, only rest and relaxation for you

If you actually want to do some things he won’t let you do then just let him know, it’ll take some convincing because he’s stubborn and hard-headed, but he’s nuts for ya, so he’ll give in eventually lol

Also this god is super clingy when he learns you’re pregnant

He is by your side almost 24/7 to make sure you’re okay

He’s constantly checking on you and making sure you’re happy and comfortable (that’s mainly his anxious side coming out because he’s really nervous about having a baby)

Hades is gonna have a lot of pent up emotions about all of this (mainly anxious and apprehensive feelings), so you may want to talk with him about it if he looks stressed

He didn’t have the best dad growing up (I mean, he literally tried to eat him and his brothers) and he doesn’t know anything about kids or babies, so he’s really nervous that he’s gonna mess up and become a horrible parent to his kid

Please reassure him! He really needs to hear good things from somebody (especially you)!

If you start getting nauseous and getting morning sickness he’ll totally be there for you holding back your hair (if you have long hair lol), wiping your face, and giving you water

Also if you get sick somewhere he’ll get Pain and Panic to clean it up lol

And if you get sick on him by accident, well that’s okay too, he knows you can’t help it

This dude eats worms and spends his days with dead, slimy souls floating in a river, so he can handle some vomit lol

If you’re in “nesting mode” as he calls it and you just want to nap for most of the day then he’ll make sure the place is absolutely silent so you can rest

He may have Pain and Panic guarding the bedroom door while you rest if he has to work or go somewhere while you’re resting, but if they get too loud he’ll get angry

Honestly, if anybody’s too loud he’ll get angry and pretty much just roast them (if he ends up waking you up from that he’ll feel bad and profusely apologize)

He will wake you up when it’s time for a meal, though, but he’s alway super gentle about it

He’s constantly checking on you to make sure you’ve eaten or have had enough to drink, he wants to make sure you and the baby are healthy at all times

Not only does this dude dote on you, but he spoils you like crazy (as if he doesn’t already when you’re not pregnant lol)

Lots of soft, fluffy pillows and blankets for you to sleep on

Hot bubble baths so you can relax

Top quality meals

Anything you desire is yours, only the best for you, babe, no expenses spared

He always has to be touching your baby bump when he’s around you, it’s just the way he is

He’s a very handsy god, so he already touches you all time time anyways, but when you’re pregnant his hands are constantly on you in almost an overprotective way

Even while he’s sleeping with you he’ll just always have his hand on your belly as if it’s instinct

He also loves to “gossip” with the baby

He’ll lay with you while he rubs your baby bump and talks to the baby about his day or the other gods or stuff that ticks him off

“What do you mean they can’t hear me? Of course they can hear me! Now where was I? Oh yeah, so Zeus says-“

Oh and he totally freaks out when he feels his first kick

“Did you feel that!? They just kicked! What a little fighter, huh!? Gonna be tough just like their dad! I’ll have to teach you how to beat up kids on the playground!”

And if you think he’s all riled up now, you should see him when the baby comes lol

[delulu-archives]

Love Me Lights Out (Jeon Wonwoo x Reader)

Wonwoo shook the planet with his iconic MAMA 2019 entrance — blue hair, red robe, dark evil gaze, and soul-crushing voice. He held a different type of power that day, holding you like putty in his hands in total surrender.

His possessive side was on full display when a certain someone got a little too close to you during the intimate and private after-party.

This can be read as stand-alone fic but this happened within Love in Vinyl universe/timeline. I highly recommend you give that a read. 💜

Note: Wonwoo x producer!reader, smut, explicit smut, dom/sub themes, AU, established relationship, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple big Os, unprotected sex, fluff, unedited, 18+ Series: Love in Vinyl Inspired by John Mayer's rendition of XO.

Ready for it? 'Cause I am. Dear reader, here is the next part of our Love in Vinyl series. Thank you for giving your love to LIV, darlings. Who wouldn't love to see Wonwoo's possessive side? Shameless, explicit smut, everyone. Some dom/sub themes, reader was weak and whipped for Wonwoo's gentle dominance. Plus some tooth-rotting fluff bonus ending. 😌💜 Yuletide and In the Soop 2 shots coming soon, darlings.

I pour my blood, sweat, tears, and delulu dusts to write this. Please help me protect my work while reaching more delulu darlings who may find escape here, too. 💜 Word count: 7,360 Cross-Posted on AO3

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby, kiss me kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby, love me lights out In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out We don't have forever Baby, daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby, take me take me Before they turn the lights out Before time has run out Baby, love me lights out I love you like XO You love me like XO You kill me, girl, XO You love me like XO In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out

Manic. That's always your answer whenever junior producers ask you what awards shows are like based from your experience.

That year, you expected it to be different in various ways. 2019 was the year when K-Pop continued growing its footprint and reaching global scale, one group at a time. The year changed the trajectory of how k-pop was perceived and received especially with western audiences, and you saw it first hand.

Over the past six years, you had always been present behind the scene with BTS as they painstakingly conquered these awards shows, culminating their effort and hardwork during such tedious times. You shared tears and joys with them, especially during MAMA 2018 when they gave such powerful reminder on how tough the industry could be. Hoshi and Seungkwan even shared with you that they were fighting back tears especially when J-Hope started crying during the speech. You knew how much Seventeen could relate to BTS and you also saw how BTS also supported Seventeen during their starting years, given that their roots were alike - both groups were self-made, both were their respective company's saving grace. 

BTS used to practice in dank, murky practice room that was often flooded, while Seventeen used to tape regular earphones so they could have make-shift in-ear monitors during their first performances. Both groups conquered those adversaries, started from rock bottom and climbed their way to the top with Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You could not be more proud to see those groups you love shine in one stage once more. 

-

December was for awards shows and both sides of your coin were busy with their respective performances, with BTS ending their last leg of Love Yourself tour and Seventeen ending the first leg of their Ode to You tour. 

You were just supposed to just be in the audience that day, hoping to just enjoy and watch the show without working. You were excited to watch their performances after seeing glimpse of it during rehearsals and you really needed your break already. 

You requested the month off few months before, knowing just how restless the year was for you as part of the creatives team of these groups. While your job was mainly around their variety contents and documentaries, supporting touring groups also meant you were flying across the globe when needed, too. Apart from that, it was already apparent that the acquisition would be made formal and official the following year - it was long time coming. You already assumed backlash would happen and as someone who already faced such with BTS alone, the artists' welfare was always your top priority. Business decisions would be made, but you were determined to ensure that Seventeen would feel even more at home with your plans for the following year. You knew that the creatives and think-tank would be required to work twice as hard to ensure that contents and shows would be even grander both for the artists and the fans. 

Your supposed break during MAMA 2019, however, did not come into fruition. You received a call from one of BTS' senior producers a week prior and pleaded you to cover for him during the show to film and produce the behind the scene of the show for BTS. The producer had to take time off as his wife had to give birth prematurely and you did not have the heart to deny the request. So, you brought your work stuff along with you and flew to Nagoya two days prior the show without telling your boyfriend that he might just see you spinning in the backstage.

Your call time for the show was at 7:00 AM. With various performances, it was pivotal to have everyone around and ready before the rehearsals and pre-show shoots commence. 

You arrived just in the nick of time, already huddled with your assigned camera directors and assistant producer to discuss how things should run. You spent the whole night reviewing the production guide sent to you and polishing it with the timelines of that day's show so there would be smoother coverage and to avoid causing too much distraction during the busy day. 

BTS arrived an hour later so they can prepare under their make-up chairs while the show floor directors were instructing everyone. You remained quietly hiding on the side, typing away and monitoring the footages being taken by one of your cameramen. Once the show's PD left, finally revealed youself earning a booming scream from Hoseok who was shocked to see you there. The team held you one by one, saying they missed you as the last time they saw you last was early October. 

"Happy birthday, WWH!" You greeted when Jin entered the dressing room after washing up. 

"Woaaah!! What are you doing here? Are you here to film? Waaah, you can't make me do silly things today it's my birthday." The man exclaimed, followed by his windshield wiper laugh and gave you a quick hug. 

Your presence was always familiar so being there was business as usual, seven years and counting. 

-

Wonwoo messaged you a little later saying that they were already on the way to the venue and that he was excited to see you in the audience. You spent the whole night talking on the phone with him thinking your flight was in the morning of that day. Little did he know, you were already in the venue working your ass off.

Nothing can ever match how loud Seventeen is. When they arrived, everyone knew it was them, hollering in the background as they greeted everyone with such bright, contagious energy and entered their dressing room across BTS'. 

You excused yourself from your team so you can greet your other family, silently walking towards their dressing room, index finger on your lips to shush the others who saw you to stay quiet as you approached your blue-haired man leaning against the door frame. He was busy typing on his phone, eyes still heavy as he rubbed them while yawning. Your phone vibrated and a messaged flashed on the screen.

"We're here, baby. See you later."

You held back a chuckle. Finally standing behind him, you answered his message by muttering a cheerful, "I know."

Wonwoo turned in a flash, eyes widening and hand covering his mouth when he saw you standing there. "Woah!" 

"Good morning, babe." Wide smile painted your face at his reaction.

"H-how?" He inquired, heart fluttering at your presence as he held your hand and pulled you inside the dressing room, waving at the other members who were also surprised you were there.

"Had to cover for a PD due to an emergency."

"I thought you would be in the audience!" He spoke softly, shoulders drooping slightly when he finally engulfed you in a tight hug after a week of not seeing each other.

You just chuckled when he asked you a week prior why you did not book the same hotel as them, and you just made up some silly excuse saying it was for the whole 'audience' experience. They were in the same hotel with BTS and some other artists, and you were just in the hotel a block away, essentially cooped up in your room to avoid running into anyone of them before your surprise. 

"I missed you. I am happy you're here."

"I missed you too."

You returned his hug and stole a quick peck on his lips while everyone was busy. "I'll still be in the audience once you're on stage." You winked at him and his heartthrob smile widened as he let you go. 

"I'll look for you in the crowd, baby. I'll have my eyes on you alone."

He smirked.

Dangerously.

-

Seventeen was part of the last artists to perform, with only two performances between them and BTS. It gave you ample time to get a camera so you can go where the camera directors in front of the main stage were and watch Seventeen's performance, as promised.

Shivers ran down your spine at the chilling entrance, even when they hadn't even started the performance yet. You saw them rehearse couple of times, but somehow, everything felt new. The crowd went wild with ear splitting screams when the music finally started. 

It was a dark opening, hooded figures in red with one person on the spotlight - Wonwoo. Despite his robe, you could see his broad shoulders and notice the way he ascended the stairs with such a different vibe and aura especially when he pulled down the hood, revealing himself.

You saw that in rehearsals, but somehow you were taken into another world. His eyes were cold as ice, staring sharply into the audience as he bit and crushed the candied rose. He held an intense gaze as he devoured the intro with his deep, raspy voice, officially opening their ensemble. 

Wonwoo captured your attention throughout the whole performance effortlessly, even meeting his eyes from time to time as he smirked at you. You were helplessly drawn to his magnetic aura and familiar warmth and sensation filled your body. He was scrochingly and devilishly handsome as they broke the stage.

When their performance ended, Wonwoo saw you backstage gave you yet another salacious smirk as he retreated to the dressing room.

Such power he held over you.

Two bottles of ice-cold water did nothing to quench your unexplainable thirst.

-

To say that you were on an emotional high during the show was an understatement. You were ecstatic over the wins of BTS and Seventeen, quite teary even, because you had seen just how massive their successes were which were all very much deserved after their years and years of hardwork. Then, you were blown away by their performances, and of course, your boyfriend's stage presence.

After the award show, Jungkook and Mingyu hosted and organised an intimate and private party, and BTS, SVT, and only very few other groups and colleagues were there. 

After freshening up in your hotel, you arrived at the luxurious and private roof deck bar where the party was, donning a simple black dress and a pair of comfortable heels. It was rare for them to see you all glammed up, given that as a PD, you were constantly in sneakers and comfortable clothing so running around was easier. Wonwoo could not wipe the smile off his face upon seeing you all dressed up for the party, as if mesmerized by you.

BTS, Seventeen, and some of their friends mingled and drank merrily. Jungkook and Mingyu were goofing around like bunch of kids. Yoongi and Woozi were talking about music looking like twins. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were with Taehyung and Jimin catching up while the others were chilling or catching up with the staff members. It was a joy to see them like that, even Wonwoo was laughing around and comfortable with them.

You noticed however that birthday boy was quiet in the corner of the banquet. Being an introvert, Jin had always found social gatherings quite daunting, just like your boyfriend. 

While Wonwoo was busy with his members, you joined Jin by the corner of the banquet hall, drinking your second glass of margarita that day. 

"Why are you not socializing? It's supposed to be your birthday." 

Jin just shook his head and laughed, saying it was not his forte. And you understood that. You spent some time catching up with him until Jimin approached you, pulling the two of you to the floor to dance. 

"I am so tired, Jimin.." you complained but the man just smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Just one song!" He insisted, twirling you around. 

Jimin always had that flirtatious flair with everything he does. It was not as though he was flirting with you blatantly, but he always liked making you blush for sure. 

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Y/N." His full lips curled up into a smirk as if pleased to have caught you off guard.

"Why? Were you surprised?" 

"Mhm, you could say that. You denied me once before." Jimin teased, reminding you of his attempt to woo you years back, and it made you throw your head and chuckle. 

"We were too young then."

Jimin just smirked and nodded pulling you closer as you danced with your other friends before you finally freed your self about a minute or two later.

From a distance, though, Wonwoo was intently observing at how Jimin was looking at you, and he did not like it at all. His gaze was poisonous, lethal, even.

-

You joined the group where your boyfriend was and he immediately looped his arm around your waist and drew you against his side as if showcasing that you were his. 

"Hi love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead which took you aback. He never was that comfortable doing that in front of others before, but you could not deny that the bold gesture made your heart flutter.

"Hey. You drank a lot already." 

"No, not yet." He smirked down at you, his attention solely on you as he rubbed your back gently. "You having fun? Or are you tired and want to go home?"

One of the many things you love about Wonwoo is that he is always sensible. He has always been sensitive about how you are feeling because he pays attention to you and somehow naturally senses how you feel. 

You smiled up at him and pressed your body closer to him.

"Maybe we can leave earlier? You had a long day." He added, tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear and caressing your face. Such unusual gesture from him, especially in front of your friends and other people though they were busy. At one point however, Wonwoo shifted his gaze and you were in the right mind to follow its direction. That was when you finally realized it - Wonwoo was looking at Jimin who was watching the two of you, and he was asserting his edge on the situation. Your boyfriend's innate possessive side got triggered with how flirty Jimin was with you earlier, one thing you should've considered sooner.

"I'd love that." You answered, wrapping your arm around his back as well, as if a silent reminder to ease the building storm inside him.

Few moments later, you had to excuse yourself so you can go to the empty ladies room, only for Wonwoo to tail behind you quietly.

Wonwoo stood up from the leaned position he was in against the wall as he waited and walked up to you when you left that bathroom. He placed his hands on your shoulders slightly and pushed you playfully back inside, guiding you into a cubicle, locking the door behind you as he snaked his hands over the fabric of your dress, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

"Hey! We might get caught!" You shushed, looking him with wide eyes as your knees wobbled from his gentle teasing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know I've wanted to get you alone since this morning." He whispered softly as he placed a trail of kisses over your skin, from your cheeks and down your neck before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "And it seems like it's not just me who wants you." His voice muffled against his demanding kiss which made you melt against his arms which were looped around you possessively.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, babe. You know what I am talking about." He growled under his breath, chasing your lips for more when you started pulling away slightly, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Baby. Babe... listen."

He just gave you a cheeky smirk, chuckling at the worried look on your face as you wiped your smeared lipstick off his lips.

"Hm?"

"Wonwoo."

He arched his brow, "What?" 

"It's too risky here!" You basically pleaded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Nodding and surrending, he pecked your lips hard one last time before pulling away.

Wonwoo understood. Despite being open about your relationship among your friends and colleagues, your number one goal was to avoid any rumour or scandal especially that you were not within your private space where you can do anything you want.

"I'll go first. You need to fix your lipstick." He teased, opening the door of the cubicle for you.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

You rolled you eyes and watched him check the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before leaving you in the ladies room and returning to the banquet.

Releasing the pent-up breath you had been holding, you fanned yourself and looked at your flushed face and messed-up makeup from the mirror.

You were unsure what your boyfriend consumed that day that made him ever brazen. 

Maybe it was the rose. 

After trying your best to retouch post the encounter in the bathroom, you joined the group, sitting beside your boyfriend who was already yawning. One by one the people were already dispersing so Wonwoo took that opportunity to say goodbye, and you also did. You greeted and hugged everyone, including Jimin, who held you a little tighter as if trying to provoke Wonwoo even more with his playful antics. You knew it was nothing but you pulled away and shook your head at him. 

"Let's go, Y/N." Wonwoo held out his hand and twined it with yours, and, despite the stern expression of his face, gave Jimin a courteous nod.

One of their managers and a security personnel were assigned to drive you back to the hotel where they were staying, and you were really impressed by the level of security and privacy hotels like that offered. 

"We need to book another room, I share with Mingyu." Wonwoo spoke when you settled inside the car. 

You smirked at him, waved your spare keycard, and gave it to him. "Done."

You somehow expected this even before the show, so you also paid for a room reservation online a day before your arrival, and checked in a few things there before going to your other hotel. You checked out of the hotel you stayed in and transferred some of your belongings to your room in their hotel before heading to the party that night. 

Smirking in delight, he took the keycard and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "That's my good girl."

-

You entered the hotel separately with him guided to his room by his manager and you going straight into yours. You gave him the spare keycard anyway in case he decides to visit you, which you were looking forward to, if you were being completely honest. 

When you entered your room, you quickly went to the bathroom to run the hot water for a much needed shower after that long day of work. 

You turned the shower on and adjusted the setting, running your hands under the cascading water to check the temperature. Almost immediately, your whole body ached to feel the soothing warm water and you even hummed in excitement. 

Turning to undress, you jumped upon seeing your boyfriend by the door of the bathroom, eyes dark and wanting as he watched you. 

"What the hell, Wonwoo! You'd give me a heart attack!" You exclaimed, clutching your chest while he only grinned at you. 

Mischief and danger hid behind that smile he gave as he locked the bathroom door and stood behind you, meeting your gaze in the slightly fogged up mirror. 

"Let me help you with that," He mumbled under his breath as lips hovered against your skin when he took the clasp of the necklace you were removing form your hand. 

All the while, he was staring intently at you, his usual warm almond eyes were sharp and a lopsided smirk tugged against the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, playing with fire and fuelling yours. 

He reached behind you and placed the necklace on the countertop, bracing himself against the cold marble and caging you in between his arms. 

Then, he crashed his lips against yours, roughly, like he never did before.

Your knees were weak and as if under a spell, you were in complete surrender, wrapping your arms around him when he tilted your head by your chin and plundered your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making you want more. 

Whimpers left your lips when he sucked your lower lip then pulled away with a loud smacking sound. 

"Take your clothes off for me, baby." He ordered, stepping back and watching you. "Go on, don't make me wait.

Those words coming from such perfect face and deep voice, were hypnotizing enough, making you obey without a word. Still looking at his eyes, you fiddled the hem of your dress and peeled it off, leaving you in your matching light blue undergarments. 

"Seems like you've been waiting for me all day, too, love." He growled at the sight of you in his favourite colour, seizing you against his body before and tracing kisses down to the valleys of your breasts and then towards your lips once again. 

"Now be a good girl and undress me." He mumbled against your lips, not letting you go as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. Then, you worked on his belt, button, and zipper, letting his pants pool into his feet which he quickly kicked away.

He shoved you inside the glass partition under the shower head with your body glued together, his lips finding purchase against your skin, making your core throb with a familiar ache. 

Wonwoo pinned you against the cold, tiled wall and snaked his hand inside your panties, feeling your wet, warm core as his middle and ring fingers circled your sensitive nub. He was eager. As if wanting to prove something with his sudden brute force.

"My needy girl... so wet and I haven't even done anything..." 

"W-wonwoo -" You stuttered, gripping against his biceps trying to steady yourself from his sudden teasing.

"Who are you this wet for, Y/N?"

You whimpered when he paused, making your knees buckle and thigh press together. 

"Baby please..." 

"So needy..." He growled, using his other hand to dip and pull a cup of your bra, and then sucked your taut, aching nipple. 

"S-shit!"

"Mmm."

You quivered, eyes closed as you tried keeping your pleasure at bay, which was impossible when his fingers started teasing your slit with gentle strokes towards your clit.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me who this is for..." 

You met his lustful gaze and gulped, "Y-you." 

"Say it... say who makes you shiver with need." He licked his lower lip as he pressed his fingers against your pulsating clit. He was enjoying his power play, you could see the way his eyes darkened as you shivered from his relentless teasing.

"Wonwoo... you Wonwoo... Please."

"Yeah... I am the only one that can make you this wet and needy, right?"

"Yes, just you..." You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes and crying out as he went down on his knees, ripped your panties, and finally devoured your aching, dripping core as water cascaded against your bodies. 

"My good girl... don't hold back, baby, let me hear you." 

He did not need to tell you. Moans and whimpers left your lips at his expert teasing, sucking and licking your sensitive bud. His tongue lapped at your core, tracing your entrance repeatedly and then drawing figure-eights against your clit while pushing his fingers inside you, curling and searching for that erogenous zone that always made you squirm in pleasure.

His moans were muffled against your sex when your climax coursed through your body quicker than you anticipated, making you nearly lose your balance as you cried out his name.

"Fucking hell..." You slurred, catching your breath and steadying yourself from the sudden outburst of pleasure. 

Wonwoo looked pleased - he had his proud smile when he rose and kissed you, squeezing your ass and pressing your close to him. 

"We're not done yet." He said with such ease before ever so casually reaching for the shampoo bottle and started washing your bodies as you came down from your high. 

Wonwoo lathered your shower gel against your body in the most sensual, teasing way possible. His hand glided through your skin, massaged your breasts and tweaked your nipples, and caressed down to your stomach, your core, and your aching limbs. Every second was intentional seduction, keeping you on the verge with desire.

He allowed you to do the same, palming his whole body down to his hard shaft, pumping him up and down with your soapy hand which made him twitch against your touch until he could take it no longer. He rinsed your bodies with such urgency and once done, pushed your naked body towards the room and the bed. 

"Sit." He commanded. Droplets of water trickled against your skin from your still soaked hair as he stood before you and as you pat your body with a towel, then squeezed water from your hair. 

He took the towel from you and threw it away, then grabbed your hair to force your head upwards when he leaned in to ravage your mouth with ardent kisses.

Need once again simmered inside you and you reached out for him, wanting to feel him closer and relieve whatever ache he was causing. He drew away and stood in between your legs, his shaft standing long and hard in front of you. 

"See what you do to me, Y/N?" He asked, holding the back of your head as you looked up at him and nodded. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful, perfect cock all erect for you. Your core throbbed, needing him so bad.

"Let me see what your pretty little mouth can do."

You normally know what to say but seeing his dominant side made you tongue-tied. While there were rough encounters since your first time, Wonwoo rarely talked in such a manner. He was always a man of few words but eager actions, even in bed. He rarely even cursed but he seemed to do whenever you were in the throes of passion. This time showed a side of him you were already becoming drawn to, evident with the way you seem to surrender under his control so easily.

Eyes peering at him, you licked his polished length from base to tip, running your tongue around the bulbous head of his sizable cock. You slowly took him deep inside your warm mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Fuck, that's my good girl..." He moaned, looking down at you and pushing your head further down his length so you can take him deeper. "More baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours..."

Carnal desire awakened inside him when he saw you like that, both hands gripping the base and massaging his sacs, as he hit your throat while you bob your head up and down his needy cock. Your eyes watered as you gagged, but it only seemed to further entice him. He tightened his grip on your hair as he increased the pace, your eyes still focused on him as you heed his commands. 

"You look so good taking me like that, letting me fuck your mouth... ah such good girl." He panted for air, hips thrusting one last time before pulling away. Watching you wipe your mouth, he beckoned you to stand and kissed you before turning you around to face the bed.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby." He mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as he shoved you flat in your tummy back into the bed.

In a blink, you were on all fours in the middle of the bed, heart racing and eagerly ancipating his next move, until a loud, hard spank landed on your ass sending you reeling forward from the impact.

"WON - ah!" 

You yelped at the tingling sensation, both pain and pleasure present at the unexpected action, making you bury your face against the cloudlike pillows. Your mind was still processing the flicker of pain and pleasure, when the bed dipped and you felt fevered kisses against your shoulders, tracing down to your spine, and towards your still numb and tingling rear. 

Wonwoo kept complete focus on you and your pleasure as he parted your knees and his tongue swirled and danced around your clit, feeling you move against him as he continued to bury his face between your thighs and grip your rear. A few more teasing motions with his tongue against your pleasure spots, he dove his tongue between your folds, exploring the depth of your core as your essence ran down his mouth like an addicting nectar. His forcefulness built as he pulled you closer towards his mouth, earning whimpers of his name to escape your lips, muffled by the soft sheets you were biting into.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He stated again as he continued to taste you against his tongue, fingers stimulating your core until you were trembling once more.

The pleasure and his eagerness were slowly driving you over the edge, getting closer and closer to that glorious climax... until he pulled away.

"Wonwoo fuck!" Intense ache throbbed inside you at the unfulfilled bliss that was still at bay when he hauled you once again, yanking your weak body until you were on your back. 

Wonwoo grinned down at you, running his hand over your body, tweaking your nipples while the other thumbed your engorged bundle of nerves.

"Won- hurts... mm... need to..." You arched your body against his touch as needs boiled inside you, aching for that high only he can provide.

He watched you so weak for pleasure under him, but he wanted so much more. He lifted one of your legs and placed dove-like kisses on your shin and down to the inside of your thighs. You jolted.

"Please... baby..." 

"What do you want?" His lips hovered on your navel as he looked up at you. "You have to tell me..."

You swallowed the tears pooling in your throat, trying to hold out as much as you can, "I want... need you to... make me cum... please..."

He smirked. "That's my good girl." 

Wonwoo dove to your core once more, fingers slipping inside your soaked cave and began to massage your sweet spots as his tongue continued to flick in quick motions against your clit. He would only be satisfied until he felt you shaking and making a mess of the silk linens that adorned the bed. His eyes looked up at you overcome with pleasure, a view that he would never tire of. 

"Oh, baby... please mm.. so close..."

Your sounds of encouragement was music to his ears as you wriggled at his actions, feeling your core seeping with excitement over his fingers and dripping down his knuckles as he kept his consistent pace. Your legs delicately wrapping around his broad shoulders built anticipation as he craved to watch you explode in pleasure once more. 

"Give it to me, baby." He growled, stroking that velvety spot inside your walls eagerly.

"W-WONWOO —" 

You wailed and convulsed as a ferocious orgasm rocked through your body, the extent of your bliss filling you from head to toe. 

"Holy... fuck!"

My good girl... you came so hard..."

Wonwoo filled your face with kisses as you came down from your high, hovering over you in between your thighs and wrapping them around his hips. He shifted the both of you to your side facing each other, with his arm supporting your head safely. He eliminated the space between your bodies and kept your legs around him, gripping your rear as he kissed you fervently. 

"You're mine." He declared, staring intently at you and caressing your face. While his eyes were still dark with lust, you saw a twinkle of affection and unadulterated emotions behind them that made your stomach flutter.

"Say it baby... that you are mine and no one else's."

"I am yours, Jeon Wonwoo. Only yours."

He smiled at the certainty in your voice. There was never a doubt about it, but Wonwoo always loved hearing you say it and you always loved reminding him. Unable to wait any longer, he kissed you, lined himself in your heated entrance, and sank in deep.

And raw. 

For the first time ever. 

You nearly lost your mind. 

You never thought making love with Wonwoo could be any more indescribable, but here you were, feeling every ridge and friction of his perfect manhood as he stretched and filled you raw over and over again.

"Fuck so tight... my sweet pussy... mine..." He crooned in his euphoric state, eyes closed as he gripped your rear and bucked, pushing himself impossibly deep inside your hot core. "You're mine, Y/N...just mine... Jimin can never have you... no one else can... mine..."

You drew away slightly to watch him, pondering on his words until you realized it. There was jealousy in the mix. While it has been a while since your last intimate encounter leading to pent up needs, his possessive side was also on an all-time high that day, hence, the dominance and the power play. It sent electric shock to your core watching him take you and hold you possessively - his eyes closed, brows knitted, and lips agape. He looked so good it should be illegal.

"I am yours, just yours Wonwoo." You whispered and kissed him lovingly, pouring out your emotions in that exchange. His pace increased as the slapping of your skin, the squelching of his cock, and the sounds of your groans and whimpers created music against the night. 

You were in sync - mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I will fill you up so good, baby." 

"Ugh yes - please... fuck me..."

Wonwoo savoured the feeling of your hot, velvety walls clamping around him without barriers as he hammered into you. His fingers buried against the soft flesh of your rear, squeezing you hard as he guided you to meet his every thrust.

"You want it, baby? You me to fuck you... full?" 

His words were broken up between lowly moans against your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips slowing down and sensually rolling so he could feel every inch that he filled inside of you. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he pounded himself inside of you deeply, as if carving every inch of your walls as his. "Will fuck you so good baby... fill you up..."

Your body arched, revelling at the feeling of his huge length inside you, earning a loud moan as he took you wholly. He watched you lean back and as you did so one of his hands gripped your breasts, pinching and pulling on your erect buds while he wrapped his lips around the other, suckling and wanting to satisfy and please you as he picked up the pace. 

"Wonwoo... I'm... ugh—" He landed another harsh smack against your ass sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core. 

"Go on, baby. Be a good girl and make a mess for me." He hushed as he trailed open mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline and then your lips, tongue delving inside your mouth. 

Wonwoo jerked his hips, pulled away completely and then breached your walls again. Hard. He flicked your clit with his fingers and orgasm blasted through you, scorching every single cell of your body.

You moaned his name, again and again, clinging onto him as his flesh continued ramming inside you while your walls molded around him tighter and tighter with your release.

"One more, baby. I want more." Wonwoo stiffled against your skin, as he bit and nibbled the sweet spots on your neck and collarbone. The feeling of your walls around him skin to skin, was like a drug to him, or a craving that he never knew he had all along making him greedy for more. 

"Fuck... c-can't baby." You whimpered, high and overstimulated as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. 

"Yes you can. For me... yeah? Come for me once more... you can do it, baby."

Wonwoo purred, pushing you on your back, your hips propped up on a pillow as he knelt caged between your thighs and impaled you once more with a hard, determined thrust. Your drenched core coated his cock, making it even easier for him to glide in and out of you, no matter how tight you were. The in-drawing sensation of your pussy was driving him insane. 

Sheen layer of sweat coated your bodies as you both panted and trembled, your legs wrapped around him and your nails raked against his back while he slammed his hips vigorously, urging both of your release.

"Fuck... my good girl... mm... gonna fill you up..."

"Won- "

"Mine..." He cupped your face and tilted your head so you can look at him in the eyes as he pummeled into you. "I love you... so much."

"Yours, yours... I love you so... much..." You whispered in between puffs of air, tears rolling against your cheek as he snapped his hips faster and rougher, making you cry louder. "Want your -"

"Yes, yes, baby... my good girl. You want me to cum?" He asked, nuzzling and groaning against your neck as you squeezed him in, a foretaste of your impending orgasm. "Tell me.. tell me you want me to cum..."

"I want...you...to cum for me..." You mewled. 

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wonwoo kept his pace until his hips stuttered and his cock swelled deep inside you, painting your walls with his thick, hot cum, wailing your name as his body collapsed with the mind-numbing pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him, clamping him in and milking every last drop of his release as you let him bask in his orgasm. "Yes, baby. Take it... Take my cum..." Wonwoo grunted drunkenly, feeling you so close to your release and when he buried his cock deeper with his remaining strength, you finally erupted with a loud wonton cry of ecstacy, toes curling and body shuddering under his weight.

"Wonwoo! Fuck yes! Fuck baby—" You weren't sure how it was possible, but your climax was even longer this time, all-consuming and earth-shattering and Wonwoo felt it rocking through him as you spasmed around him. 

"That's it, baby...that's it..." He stiffled against your skin, fingers working on your clit as you surfed the wave of your climax, until you both came down from your glorious high, fully spent and satiated.

Wonwoo kissed you gently as he pulled away, cradling you in his arms softly, protectively when you whined at the empty feeling. "I love you so much... so good to me... let me take care of you, baby.." You could only hum and smile against the kiss. 

You weren't sure what was happening few moments later - you were sore, overstimulated, and nearly unconscious. You reckoned you could feel him inside you for days. The next thing you knew, Wonwoo was parting your thighs, wiping your core gently with a warm, damp towel as he let you rest and catch your breath.

"We n-need shower... messy..." You mumbled, and he just chuckled at your state. 

"Can you even walk, baby?" 

"Hmm, I can. I just need some time."

He crawled towards the bed by your side and cradled your head under his arms and that was when you got to admire how utterly flawless he looked — skin glowing, tips of his nose and ears pink, lips plump and red, blue hair all messed up, and his neck and chest sweat-clad. 

"I love you and your jealous ass." You declared, flicking his nose gently. "You know that, right?" 

"I do. I love you." He nodded and cupped your face to peck your lips. "Sorry, love. Was I too rough?"

You hummed, looping an arm around him, "Hhmm. It's all good. I kinda liked it."

Wonwoo smirked at you, pleased with himself, and drew you closer, snuggling and savouring the post-coital bliss. 

Before the night ended, you found yourselves back in the shower, making yet another mess and screaming each other's name. 

BONUS:

It was a random decision on your end. You really weren't supposed to be in the studio as you were on a break which was long overdue, but you were bored and you hadn't seen Wonwoo for about a week. So, you decided to whip up some surprise and buy snacks to surprise the members and the team during the filming of SeungKwan Boo's Past Life Destiny for Going Seventeen 2020. 

The team were gathered in a circle when you entered discreetly, all of them still huddled and finding their partners. Hiding with the staff members behind the camera, you saw your boyfriend being rejected several times, with the members teasing him that he doesn't need a partner because he has you anyway. Wonwoo looked extra cuddly that day with his white turtle neck shirt and knitted navy sweaters. He seemingly had high energy, too, like one of the junior producers told you. You loved seeing him like that, playful and excited. 

However, you started sensing Wonwoo's slight unease and discomfort after few more failed rounds, and even the head PD that daysaw it, too. So, when he was finally on the chair as the last member to match, the PD requested you to surprise him to lift his mood back up. It was never something you would do during filming, but you felt it was needed that day.

You emerged from behind the cameras and quietly approached him, earning excited reactions from the team. 

"No peeking yet, hyung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, with such contagious excitement, standing next to Wonwoo and ensuring he wouldn't turn around just yet.

"Waaah, nice Wonwoo-hyung!" The members cheered and hooted, making Wonwoo even more curious as to who actually came to be his partner.

"Why? Do I have many admirers?" Your boyfriend joked, then turned around, gasping in surprise and delight when saw you beaming and reaching out your hand to him. 

"Waaaah!! When did you get here?!" Wonwoo marvelled, nearly falling off the chair while taking your hand and engulfing you in a hug as everyone cheered. You just chuckled and rubbed his back. He held you tight and breathed you in, immediately soothing whatever discomfort he was feeling. 

"I bought you guys food." You smiled at him and pushed him back on the chair to resume the filming. He smiled brightly at you, blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and finally let you go. 

Knowing you were there and right on time as always, his battery became fully-charged once again. 

You are there for him, in his brightest days or darkest nights.

And he loves you, in his brightest and darkest moments, too.

[enterpris]

An Education in Attraction, Chapter 16.5

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: making out, f*ngering, hand k*nk, oral (f->m), no condom, p in v sex, girl on top, multiple Os

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

“We can see the bridge another night.” Your hunger hasn’t been entirely sated. 

You find the closest metro station and ride back to Satoru’s home. Your shoulder bumps into his as the train moves, your skin especially sensitive where it meets the fabric of his shirt. Even though you’re just sitting next to each other, your heart beats hard in your chest, and it’s difficult to concentrate on anything besides the distance between you and him. 

He nudges you at the right stop and leads you into the elegant building. Gojo scans his card against the elevator’s reader and steps back against the wall, letting the space between you and tension grow. 

The ride to Satoru’s floor stretches longer, and his lidded gaze hasn’t left you. You’re nearly vibrating with how bad you want to touch him and taste him, and the pressure of holding back in the tight space makes your pulse thrum.

When you finally reach his floor, he’s out of the elevator in a few long steps, leading you back to his apartment. He lets you enter first, eyes dripping down your body suggestively. 

You hardly reach the couch before his mouth is on yours again. 

Hot and hungry, he pulls you into his body the moment the door closes, kisses devouring you greedily. There’s an urgency and roughness that wasn’t present the other times you’ve kissed him. 

You don't waste any time either- as he consumes you, your hands are already running over his body, under his shirt. His build really is crazy. 

Satoru slides your shirt off easily and immediately starts work on your pants, tugging them swiftly to the floor before he pulls his own shirt off. You pull his mouth back to yours, desperate for his touch.

As you run your hands over the warm skin of his chest, Satoru’s hands brush over your waist to the apex of your thighs where you’re already slick. His fingers are feather light, barely teasing the fabric where you want him worst. 

He breaks the kiss and brings your foreheads together, staring into your eyes and panting nearly as hard as you are. 

You choke a whine as he brings his hand over you again. Satoru drinks in your reaction and finally offers some mercy when reaches down the front of your panties. Your legs already feel weak, and he lowers you to the couch, stripping off the underwear. 

“You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

His fingers slide easily into you, and he curls them to find your sweet spot. After touching you just once before, he’s already figured out just how to touch you. 

“Always looking at my hands, you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”

Satoru’s breath fans against your face and you whimper. Your cheeks flush and his recognition of your fixation with his hands only arouses you more, makes you more desperate for him. As he strains to reach within you, you can imagine the veins standing out from the delicate skin of his hands and arms, those graceful dexterous fingers that are doing sinful things to you right now. 

“Couldn’t be further from the truth,” he punctuates the words with deeper thrusts, firmer pressure on your clit. “I did notice.”

When he brushes his thumb across your clit you can't take it any more and shatter, clamping down on his fingers and crying out his name. 

Instead of sating your desire, you’re only hungrier for him in the aftermath of your orgasm. He’s focused on your pleasure both times you’ve been intimate, but right now, you want to see him chase his own high. 

Panting, you maneuver yourself off the couch and push him to a seated position. You make quick work of his belt and shimmy his pants and underwear down his hips. Settling yourself between his knees, you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt so desired: Satoru’s eyes are nearly black with lust and they haven’t left your face once. His body is electric and rigid with tension, like a tight coil. 

You feel his gaze trace your face as you lower yourself to him. If he didn’t take it easy on you last time, you aren’t going to go easy on him now either. You want him to burn brightly with you. 

You start with a long, slow lick up the length of his shaft. Then, you kiss the tip of his cock and take just the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the delicate skin there. 

You put every ounce of effort into reading his reactions. When you slowly take him deeper, his breath catches, and you relish in inching down his shaft.

Slowly building a rhythm, your hands and mouth work in tandem stroking and sucking his cock. He sighs when you cup his balls with your other hand, lavishing attention on every inch of him. When you finally take all of him into your mouth, you feel the muscles of his thighs cord, tension and strain in the lines of his torso. 

You breath slowly through your nose, now running your tongue against the veins on the bottom of his shaft. You pull back up leisurely, then look up into his eyes. He chokes out some sort of noise before pulling your shoulders back and off of him. 

“Enough, God, don’t want to finish there.”

“Let me on top,” you breathe. 

For the second time you straddle Satoru, but this time there are no barriers between you, no phone calls or doubts when you lower yourself onto him. 

When you sink all the way down, he moans and brushes his hair away from his face. From your position on top, you can easily control the pace and depth, and you haven’t given up your thirst to please him.

You grind your hips down, taking him deep and rocking onto him. Satoru’s eye’s close and he moans as his hands slide from your hips, your waist, onto your breasts. Knowing you’re the one wringing every bit of pleasure from his body makes you more aroused, and you increase the pace.  

You lean down to kiss him. You swipe your tongue up the column of his throat and suck his earlobe into your mouth. Satoru sighs breathily into your hair and wraps both of his arms around you in an intimate embrace. You can hardly move your hips now, but Satoru thrusts up into you and presses his forehead into your shoulder. 

With one arm snaked up and into your hair and the other wrapped low and tight around your waist, Satoru crushes your hips together with his. He pulls you closer, harder until there’s no space possible between your bodies. 

Between the sweat sliding where your bodies meet and just how close together you are, it’s nearly hard to breathe. You gasp in breath, fingernails digging into the rounded muscles of his shoulder. He releases you and lays back on the couch. His eyes burn and he drinks in body as you circle your hips, hands on your hips drawing you close and deep.

Satoru licks the flat of his thumb as he grinds his hips up into you, then circles your clit with the digit. It’s almost too much to take. You cry out and your head falls back as he grips your hip harder and maintains his pace on your clit. 

“You feel divine,” he huffs out. 

At the moment, you can’t help but believe him. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been this wet, between your own arousal and Satoru rubbing your clit, the noises your bodies are making are obscene. With the extra pressure on your clit, pressure is rapidly building in your lower stomach again. 

It just takes a few more strokes, brushes against your core and then you find your release for the second time, Satoru groans and furrows his brow as you tighten on his cock. 

You collapse down onto him, leaving him thrusting up into you. He murmurs into your shoulder words you’re too spent to understand. The grip he has on your hips and his pace are punishing. 

You find enough energy to meet his hips, and rock lightly on him. He meets his own completion with a moan of your name. Then his head falls back onto the couch, panting with his eyes closed. 

You shift off him, about to look for the bathroom, but Gojo reaches behind himself and pulls a towel from behind the couch cushion.

He cracks open an eye as he hands it to you. 

“Thought we might need this.” 

You slide off of him and place yourself on the towel, then lean against Satoru’s side. You can hear his heart beat quick and steady in his chest and you relax into him. He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch over your bodies and rests his head on top of yours. The heat of his body is almost too much against your still-flushed skin, but you have no desire to pull away. 

Satoru really is thoughtful. Underneath his posturing and intellect and the way he distances himself, it certainly seems like he cares a lot. 

It’s been a long day and you’re fatigued after riding Satoru, so you let your own eyes rest for a moment. Once you catch your breath you’ll dress and head home, you don’t want to intrude.

But exhaustion overtakes you, and you drowse with his arm around you, anchored in Gojo’s arms.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Fem!Shigaraki Headcanons

Turning my f/os into girls is so therapeutic I'm considering even making one-shots. Fml

Warnings: fem reader, fem Shiggy, NSFW (18+) sex stuff!, bras and period kind of talk, most of these don't even apply to a relationship, not proofread

Shiggy as a girlie? What a silly lil gal

Personality-wise she's not different than Tomura, but she may be more prone to sadness because of the differences in social upbringing that girls go through. Male Tomura likely thinks he's too ballsy to cry

Angry cries

But she's feisty and angry

A true femcel

She's still a great gamer and blows away people online when they find out she's a girl because misogyny is very smelly in the gaming community. "Is that a girl in the chat??" Tomura: "Cope with it fuckface."

I think girl Tomura would be very jumpy for some reason. Being startled would be so easy for her. I also mean in general though, like she has a lot of pent-up emotions in her that she has to throw it all out through hyperactivity

Paces around the apartment mumbling to herself when she's stressed

Has no idea how to go about relationships because she feels very insecure. She doesn't see herself as an attractive woman because of all her scars, dry skin, and moles, so she doesn't feel like she has a chance with anyone

She fucking hates fashion media, and seeing some perfect model on a billboard is enough to make her start itching in insecurity

It's actually very easy for her to like someone romantically, but she doubts that they'd ever like her, too, so she just starts being mean and nasty

She's very bitter

She has a voice that many would call a "witchy-bitch" voice, but it's cute esp when she's getting excited about something she's happy about

once you get her to laugh she's all yours

her laugh is so contagious and the whole apartment complex is hearing that

So when she started dating you she feels confused and undeserving. She's very flirty and likes spending time with you but she withdraws for a bit because she gets paranoid that you suddenly hate her and find her annoying

BPD coded

Throws shit when she's angry

And yes, she could just disintegrate stuff, but where's the fun in that?

girl musk

Shiggy would likely be about 5'4 as a girl, and I say this because in many countries the average female height is 5 inches below the average male height, and Shigarki is 5'9.

Before her AFO surgery she looked very weak and thin, but after she starts to fill out more

Her titties are about a smaller C cup before her upgrade and goes up a cup after her upgrade. They sag a bit and have itch scars. She likes wearing push-ups to make her feel more compact (I notice that Shiggy likes tight clothes).

Her ass fills out more after her surgery but not by much, she's kind of petite in that department. Her hip-to-waist ratio will fool you

Her periods are HORRIBLE and I mean DANGEROUS

She's in so much pain!!!

Her cramps are unlike anything because of all the stress she endures and it's just her natural body doing its thing. They're so bad that she pukes and can faint if it's too bad. She has to wear pads because she bleeds very heavily, so tampons aren't doing it

She gets very angry and depressed during this time, and if you poke fun at her and do the "ohoho is it that time of month??" you are dead

please tell her to go take a shower during this time she will stink

Likely has endometriosis and is also definitely anemic because of all the bloodloss and malnutrition

She resembles her female relatives quite a bit; her mom, Nana, her sister, etc.

Sometimes she'll wear eyeliner!! Not always but if she's trying to look nice for a PLF meeting or something she'll put a little wing on her eyes.

nsfw time

She's a switch but loves to bottom

Fucking RAIL her she loves it

The first time you fuck it's likely her first time, and she's soaked so bad that you have to get a towel to clean up all the mess

But actually, you might occasionally need lube if you're using a dildo for her because she gets dry when she's extremely stressed or for no exact reason sometimes

clingggyyyyy

she will hang off of you once you're done and get all sappy about it

"i looove you, you're the only person I'll ever love."

The next morning, "morning, loser"

will bite you

Moans loud

No matter what gender Shigaraki is, Shiggy loves boobies

Will definitely ask you to do very perverse things with her

will ask u to rub boobies together

she is a middle schooler at heart

mommy issues still apply but if she was with a guy daddy issues would come out too

will call you mommy or daddy just to make you mad

She has the widest smile with her crooked chompers but she's so pretty when she's genuinely smiling

[sophierequests]

'cause you loved her too much // never to touch and never to keep part two

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: No one wanted it, but I still wrote it so here you go: Part 2 to my last Kaz fic, because I wanted to write some Hurt/Comfort and not let this end like my Glimpse of Us fic again.

You can find part one here!

Summary: Inej and Jesper are sick of Kaz acting like he doesn't care about the reader leaving, so they take matters into their own hands.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Feelings and an emotionally constipated Kaz Brekker

It wasn't unusual for the streets of Os Kervo to be crowded, but Sundays were always the worst. Merchants were yelling and praising their goods, while the masses of people ran their weekly errands. However, even with the constant chattering and noise, it still felt way more peaceful than anything you had ever experienced in Ketterdam.

This didn't stop you from missing your old home - your old friends. It had been almost two years since the last time you had set foot into the town that you once held so dear to your heart. You missed getting drinks with Jesper after a successful - or less successful - job. You missed Inej appearing out of nowhere just to say make you aware of her presence. You missed listening to Matthias ramble about whatever bothered him about Kaz today. You missed helping Wylan with his new projects, which would eventually end in disaster most of the time. You missed baking waffles with Nina, even though the kitchen always looked like a complete mess afterwards. And Saints be damned, you even missed Kaz.

But going back now wasn't an option. They wouldn't want you after disappearing without giving them the courtesy to leave a note. You couldn't even be sure whether Kaz had told them about what happened, so for all they knew, you just abandoned them for no apparent reason. But most importantly, Kaz didn't need you. He said it himself. So why should you even bother coming back?

The thoughts still clouded your mind as you unlocked the old creaky door to your parents’ house, struggling a bit to keep the contents inside your baskets from falling onto the floor. Immediately upon entering, the welcoming scent of freshly made tea and biscuits invaded your nose. You paused for a moment. It wasn’t even late noon? Your parents didn’t serve tea until the late afternoon. This did strike you as odd.

“Ma! Da! I’m back!” You called upstairs, setting the baskets down on the kitchen counter and shrugging off the thick woollen coat Nina had gifted you for your birthday a few years ago.

“Thank you, dear! Leave the shopping on the table, we’ll deal with it.” Your mother called from the top of the staircase, leading up to the cosy living room area that always painfully reminded you of the one at the Slat. “You should come upstairs, there’s someone here for you!” Someone was here to see you? You dreaded the thought of who it might be. Since coming back to Ravka, your parents were keen on setting you up with some of your former classmates, most of which you didn’t even recognize at first glance.

When you trudged up the stairs, suspicion and apprehension written all over your face, you were met with a sight you didn’t expect. Two people happily lounged on the couch opposite your parents. But they weren’t the people you had anticipated.

“They arrived at our door just minutes after you left. They said they are your friends?” Your father explained, drinking the last sip of his tea, whilst giving you a warm smile.

“You should have told us that you expected friends to visit! I barely had any biscuits left.”

“Oh, it’s fine Mrs Y/L/N. She couldn’t have known. It was more of a surprise trip. We apologize if we have caused any inconvenience.” The girl completely clad in black reassured, giving you an apologetic glance.

“It’s fine, don’t you worry, dear. I think we should leave you three alone now. You might want to catch up.” With that, your parents stood up and left the room, allowing you to take in the scene in front of you properly.

Before you could say anything, you were pulled into a tight hug that almost managed to cut off your air supply. Jesper had his arms wrapped around you firmly, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his gesture. His clothes still smelled of gunpowder, whiskey and smoke, but you didn’t mind. You missed this.

After you finally pried yourself out of Jesper’s embrace, Inej was quick to do the same. She didn’t hug you as tightly, but you were just glad that she apparently didn’t hate you for leaving without any notice. Neither of them seemed to, for that matter.

“What are you doing here? No, wait, how did you find me?” You sputtered after sitting down, letting the realization settle in gradually. They were here. In your childhood home. Without you ever telling them where you lived. Something had to have happened.

“You used to send monthly letters to your parents.” Inej began, and you could already suspect where this was going. “We stole the archived postal protocols and figured out where your letters went. And now we’re here.”

“She did that.” Jesper corrected, earning an eye roll from the girl sitting next to him. “I had nothing to do with the actual illegal part.” As if that would matter, you chuckled in thought.

“Saints, Kaz has been a terrible influence on you.” You sighed, giving them a tired smile. You had missed them so much that them being here just seemed like the beginning of a joke leading up to a cruel punchline. “But seriously, what exactly are you doing here? You could have also just written me a letter.”

“We wanted to see if you’re ok-.” Inej started, only to be hastily cut off by Jesper.

“Kaz is driving us insane, and we need you.” He looked at her with a sorry look on his face, quickly trying to divert your attention off of what he just said. “We also missed you terribly and are mainly here to see whether you’re still alive, of course.”

“This feels way less sincere after knowing that you’re only here to get my help because Kaz is annoying you.” You retorted sarcastically, watching as they exchanged an uncomfortable glance with each other. As much as you wanted to make a joke out of the whole situation, it was painfully obvious that they had come here with an ulterior motive.

“Y/N, please, I know you really don’t want to hear this, but we need you.” She paused for a brief moment, cautiously observing your expression. “And you probably want to hear this even less, but Kaz needs you too.” You couldn’t help but let out a huffed breath. You wanted to believe this. You really did. But hope was a dangerous thing to hold onto.

“I think he made it pretty clear that he doesn’t.”

“Y/N,” Jesper started with an exhausted look on his face. “He told us what happened, and we don’t expect you to forgive him. But he does need you. We haven’t been on a proper job in forever, because he can’t focus on what he’s doing. He’s a mess! And we’re talking about Kaz Brekker here, so if he’s that much of a mess that we're starting to get concerned that has to mean something. He doesn’t even come down to the club with us anymore. He only sits in his office and sulks. We can’t go on like this anymore.”

“He misses you. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he regrets letting you go. We all know it.”

“What does he miss exactly? My contribution to the team? Me bringing him coffee? Or me keeping him company? All of these things can be done by someone else, Inej. He doesn’t miss me. He misses the things I did for him, not me. I’m tired of trying to get his attention, while he only sees me as some sort of accessory.”

“But he doesn’t want someone else. Even before you left, do you think that he would’ve tolerated anyone else in his office? He just doesn’t know how to express it.” Inej urged, putting a comforting hand on your thigh in an attempt to calm you down.

“Which is not surprising, at all. Kaz Brekker is the definition of emotionally constipated.” Jesper groaned, yelping over dramatically as Inej gave him a smack on the biceps.

“You have feelings for him.” You wanted to deny it, but she stopped you with a quick hand gesture. “And he wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but his feelings aren’t mainly platonic either.”

“I’d love to believe that, but I’m not sure if I can do that yet. I think I need a bit more time.” Jesper looked slightly defeated by your verdict, but Inej seemed to be a bit more hopeful.

“We can’t and won’t force you to do anything, Y/N. You have every right to be hesitant to see him again. All that I’m asking of you is, that you think about coming back to the Slat. That doesn’t have to happen now. You don’t have to come with us. But I think it would do both of you some good.”

“I won’t promise anything, but I’ll think about it.” You nodded slowly, smiling softly when you noticed Jesper’s victorious expression. “I have one question though. Does he know that you’re here?”

“Well…”

He did, in fact, not know that they were in Ravka, nevertheless that they were off to see you. He actually didn’t even know that they were gone. This did convince you that it was better for you to join them. At least they would have some sort of explanation for their two-week absence. Whether Kaz liked that reason, or not.

“Inej! Jesper! Thank the Saints that you’re back!” Nina called out happily as she saw the two carry themselves up the stairs. “Kaz has been giving us hell since you’ve been gon-” She wanted to continue talking, but upon seeing you enter the living room area, she couldn’t help the squeal of joy that left her mouth. “Y/N!” She stood up from her seat next to Matthias, hurrying over to embrace you. Wylan joined in on the hug, noticeably relieved to see you again. Everything felt right at that moment. Even though the worst was yet to come.

“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do, once he figures out that you’re back,” Wylan added anxiously before turning around to greet his boyfriend.

“Damn right you will.” Kaz’s voice sent chills through everyone’s bones. He was leaning against the door frame next to the staircase, visibly pissed. From where he was standing, he didn’t seem to be able to notice you, and maybe it was better that way. These weren’t necessarily what you would call good starting conditions. “Where have you been?”

“Ravka,” Inej answered truthfully, taking a step back towards the other entrance.

“What possessed you to disappear to Ravka for two weeks?” It was almost frightening how calm his voice sounded, whilst everyone in the room could see the anger simmering behind his poised demeanour.

“Aren’t they allowed to visit an old friend in a while?” You stepped a bit forward, just to make sure that he would now actually be able to see you. And when he did, his face dropped in an instant. He had expected everything. Everything but this. He had tried to tell himself that he had made his peace with you being gone. He never did, of course, but having you stand right in front of him again made him bitterly aware of how little he had actually processed.

“Kaz, we-” Jesper tried to defend himself, but before he could even finish that sentence, the man in question left for his office.

“He seems a little…tense.” Jesper joked, causing Wylan to give him a really passable imitation of Kaz’s death glare.

“It’s fine, I’ll go after him.” You groaned, not letting your friends get another word in before following him up the stairs. For a man relying that heavily on a cane, Kaz was surprisingly fast when he needed to be, so he shut the door to his office before you were even half-up the stairs.

At this point, you knew that it was futile to knock or announce your presence, and the adrenaline rushing through your veins didn’t grant you the decision of thinking this through.

“I didn’t say you could come in.” He said firmly as you pushed the door open. It didn’t surprise you that he was already busying himself with another heist plan.

“That’s because I didn’t ask.”

“Why did you come back?” His eyes shot up to meet yours, and for a split second, you thought that you saw something akin to hurt flash over his face. He really was miserable. “I suppose you were doing just fine wherever you spent the last two years.”

“One of us had to.” You retorted sarcastically, letting your eyes roam around his office a bit. Kaz had a very particular sense of organization, but even with that, he wouldn’t normally have allowed this kind of mess to build up in his room. His desk was completely cluttered, discarded plans, notes and more unreadable files were occupying most of the space he was so fixated on keeping clean before you left. What caught you even more off-guard was the book that laid on top of the side table next to the couch you used to spend your days on. It was the book you started reading before your fight two years ago - the page where you stopped reading was marked with a crumpled piece of paper, that you did not put there.

“What do you want from me?” What did you want from him? An apology? An explanation? You weren’t sure, but you wanted something.

“I don’t know, Kaz.” You sighed, letting yourself fall into the padded seat across from him. His eyes never left you as you crossed the room. “I really don’t know what I expected from coming here, but I want something. Whatever you can give me, as long as it’s constructive.”

He stared back at you without saying a word. A thousand thoughts seemed to rush through his mind as he was trying to process your words. He had imagined that you would’ve never wanted to see him again. That you would have despised every chance of any future interactions. But you were here. He had another choice. Or at least he could try to work towards getting another one.

“If you don’t want this, it’s fine. I just don’t want to be the person responsible for the Slat burning down at some point.”

“No, stay.” He answered a bit too quickly, but the words were already leaving his mouth, so he didn’t see any point in stifling them. “The others need you.” His Adam’s apple bopped as he collected every piece of courage he could find. “I need you.”

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at his last comment, causing him to cringe ever so slightly. This was not that you had expected to hear so soon into the conversation - or ever, for that matter.

“I thought you didn’t need me?”

“So did I.” One of his bare hands flexed around the body of his fountain pen as he spoke, while his eyes were fixed on anything but your own. It was an odd thought, but you had never seen Kaz Brekker act this nervous. “I don’t particularly enjoy people pitying me. Not even you. It drove me mad that you, out of all people, felt the need to look at me like I was some bird with a broken wing in need of fixing.”

“Kaz, have you ever considered that I don’t pity you? I do hate watching you struggle. But that’s not because I look down on you or see you as someone weak.” At this point, you were glad that Nina wasn’t around. If she had any idea how fast your heart was beating right now, she would have never let you live this down. “Maybe it’s because I genuinely care about you?”

“Why?”

“Why what? Why do I care about you?” Saints, you knew that Kaz had a wild array of issues, but him having self-image issues seemed to be so incredibly unrealistic, that it was almost comical. “It’s incredibly sad that you feel you have to ask that, Kaz.”

“I don’t necessarily give people that much of a chance to care about me.”

“You may have not realized it, but you have given me more than enough chances to care about you. You’re far from being an earnest righteous man, but you’re just as far away from being an awful one. Do you really think that I would have stayed in your office for hours on end if I hadn’t enjoyed your company? I never knew whether you felt the same, but I didn’t feel like asking would have been fruitful.” You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Kaz Brekker - the Bastard of the Barrel - look this confused. He looked as if someone had just told him that Matthias grew a pair of wings and flew out of the Slat.

“Your presence overwhelms me, but I grew sick of your absence just as much.” He closed his eyes, savouring the words that just rolled off his tongue without him even having to think about it.

“And what does that make us?” You leaned forward, just enough to be slightly bent over his desk. You knew that he was probably able to feel your faint breath on his skin by now. You knew that your hands were only a few inches away from his exposed ones. You knew that this was already testing the waters. But you also knew that you wanted - needed closure.

“It’s most likely to make both of us fools.”

“And would that be too bad? Being fools together?”

“Only if that is what you would also want.”

“Also? So this is what you want?” You inquired, feeling the corners of your mouth quirk up a bit.

“It doesn’t sound like the worst possible thing to happen.” The faint ghost of a smile flew over his face and for a moment you couldn’t even imagine how you managed to survive the last two years without him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He mirrored your current position, torso slightly bent over his desk, one hand only a few inches away from yours. And much to your shock, he reached out to take yours. His bare hand was on yours. Without talking about it first how you practised with him before you left. The touch only lasted mere seconds before he gave you a gentle squeeze, and pulled away again.

“Does that mean that you’re staying?” He asked, watching a wide grin form on your lips.

“It doesn’t sound like the worst possible thing to do.”

“Do you think they are alright?” Wylan inquired quizzically as he stared up at the ceiling that separated the living room area from Kaz’s office.

“Emotionally or physically?” Jesper snorted, however, also having quite an unnerved look on his face.

“Have they ever been alright emotionally?” Matthias groaned, completely done with all the tension that had built up over the last few hours.

“The fact that they haven’t yelled at each other at all since they’ve been up there makes me a bit uncomfortable,” Nina added, fiddling with the binds of her dress nervously.

“At least that also means that they haven’t killed each other yet, so I’ll take that as a win,” Inej murmured, earning amused glances from the other Crows.

“Wait, guys! I think I can hear somebody coming down the stairs!” Jesper whisper-screamed as he heard the wooden stairs creak underneath the impact of feet coming downstairs.

“I can’t believe that I left you alone for two years.” You chuckled, carrying a stack of old heist plans as you entered the room. Kaz wasn’t far behind you, trying his best to stifle an honest smile. “How did you even manage to survive without me? These plans are over one year old! Why didn’t you throw them away?”

“What if I’d ever come to need them again?” Kaz argued playfully.

“What if I throw this pile of useless paper down the stairs with you following right after it?”

“Good argument.” Both of you crossed the room quickly, barely acknowledging the other Crows that had basically been buzzing with anticipation.

“Are they, like, friends again?” Wylan whispered after your footsteps disappeared again.

“I think they have just become something way worse than that. At least for my mental stability.” Matthias let his head fall back in defeat.

Taglist:

Grishaverse fics in general: @yesshewrites1 @dal-light

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[selfship-wormie]

Oh my god,, i'm a selfshipper in a relationship too!! My girlfriend actually selfships too, we share some of our f/os toghether and we talk about them like highschool girls who talk about their crushes during a girl only sleepover xD

Aw! that's so adorable oh my gods!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[shadowbriar]

Sirius Black - Caught in the Moment

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader Word Count : 2.7k Warning : Mentions of Food. Drinking. Slight harsh words because I couldn’t help myself. Prompts : “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.” // “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.” // “Oh? Oh.” Prompt request is still open. You can find the link to the prompt list here.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with this spell!” She says angrily, tossing the silver goblet off of her table in exasperation “Stupid transfiguration class.”

The boy chuckles in amusement, taking the rolling goblet off of the floor. He dusted the cup, noticing the dent made on its side. She’s surely in no mood for his antics today.

“You know, if you would just take a deep breath and flick your wand a tad bit gentler,” He says, showing her how it’s done to transfigure the goblet into a cauldron “You’ll have your cauldron at the ready.”

She squints her eyes in annoyance, eyeing him with her deathly eyes, “I hate you, Black.”

He winks, turning himself back to the sofa.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with these stupid spells.” She continues her moaning, throwing him her transfiguration books “How am I supposed to write my essays if I can’t even master the charm just yet.”

“You’ll do just fine. Why are you Ravenclaws always so strung out about school and grades? The world wouldn’t end if you get a grade other than Os, you know.”

“I have had straight Os for years, I will not have my streak ruined just because you’re choosing to be a twat and not help me with it.” She seethes, writing on her parchment paper the not much progress she’s made with the goblet “Now you can either help me, Sirius, or find yourself out. I’d rather not spend the rest of my day with your sniggers and taunts over my failure.”

“There, there, now. Let’s not boil your blood too much, you’ll have smoke coming out of your ears in no time.” Sirius says, still with his playful self as he approaches her gently “We’ve a bottle of some whiskey Lily specially brought from the muggle world. Don’t you suppose it’s time to take a break and get a taste of it?”

She sighs, smiling softly as a sign of agreement..

She watches as Sirius fixes the drinks, flicking his wand to charm the glass to stir itself. His body was swaying to the tone he mumbles, buzzing the random song that’s playing on his head. She wonders if his friends were here in their dorm room, would he have swung himself as comfortable as he is right now.

Out of everything in this whole universe, though gifted with cleverness and wit, she could never decipher Sirius’ cues. Having grown up together, she was no stranger to him and his stories of ex-lovers. Well, Sirius never discarded any of them to be their lover, but the way he treated them was enough to make her wish she could hex each of these girls. She would do anything to be the one he pines at the corridor, to be the one he smugly kisses in between classes, and to be the one he paraded with in the Great Hall. She would do anything to taste what these girls had.

But every single time his friends would tease him about her, how their intimacy is surely nothing of pure friendship, Sirius would always turn the twitter down, making her feel as if he would never see her in that way.

And it certainly hurts.

“Cheers,” Sirius says as he hands her a glass, gulping the beverage and making a face in disgust once he swallowed it “That is the most disgusting thing I’ver tasted. Muggles really drink this?”

She drinks her beverage, making a similar expression to the one Sirius showed earlier, “Tastes like potty water.”

But the foul taste gradually turns into delight as the two take more gulps straight from the bottle. Some time after a couple gulps were swallowed, Sirius turned on the music player Lily gave to James last Christmas, some sappy muggle records playing in the background. He takes her hand, dancing in the middle of the room with no real rhythm and pace, secretly praying that their feet wouldn’t entangle themselves.

Head spinning, stomach turning, yet laughter and smiles never left each of their faces. The alcohol is slowly plaguing their system, making them feel as if they were floating on the air. Her worries were long flushed out, replaced with ecstasy each time he twirls her. If only she could charm this moment and keep it in a box.

Once the music turned slower, Sirius pulled her closer, resting his hands on her waist as she clings onto his neck. Their eyes were locked to each other, as if pulling into each other’s black hole. Neither dared to look away though the fireworks in their stomach have exploded into tiny pleasant butterflies.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Sirius whispers, licking his lips in nervousness “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.” 

With alcohol fueling their veins, they leaned in to each other and closed the gap between them. He pulls her body closer, having no desire to let go. He needed to feel her close. To be sure that this is happening and not just one of the many daydreams he’s had in his head.

The bliss was felt mutually. Had Sirius not held her tight, she'd have fallen to the ground in felicity. All the nights she’s spent wondering just how pleasant it would be to feel his lips on hers, to caress his cheeks gently in the process, have finally been answered. There wasn’t a word she could pick to describe what she’s feeling right now but she would do anything to make this last forever.

“Pads, have you seen my- Oh!” James stopped by the door, cursing himself to interrupt the intimate moment “I- Sorry guys, I should’ve knocked.”

“No, you didn’t interrupt anything, we were just caught in the moment.” Sirius said with a sigh when they scrambled away, clearing his throat “What do you need, Prongs?

She didn’t hear what James needed nor did he find it because her world crumbled right after Sirius said those painful words. Caught in the moment, is that truly what’s happened? An incidental act that wouldn’t have happened in any other time and place? Is that really what Sirius thought of it?

“Dove?” Sirius called, gently touching her arm to snap her back to reality “Are you alright?”

“Splendid.” She faked a smile, looking at James then to Sirius who both looked worried “I best return to my dorm, it’s getting late.”

“But your essay-”

“I’ll finish it in my room. It’s alright.��� She says as she packs her belongings, flashing one last fake smile to Sirius “I’ll see you around.”

—-

Sirius was frustrated to say the least. He thought that she was just busy and occupied with all the essays and deadlines approaching but a week has passed since the last day of submissions and she’s still so out of reach. The fact that her dormitory is placed half across the castle is making it hard for him to catch her. This game of cat and mouse is pushing him closer to the edge, wanting nothing but to get out of this pit of torture.

He couldn’t stop thinking about their short yet blissful kiss. The way her lips gently touch his, how her scent has become his personal brand of heroine and now he’s relapsing from her absence. He’s tormented, physically and mentally.

“Pads, you might want to stop eyeing the Ravenclaw table like you’re going to launch at them.” Peter recalled, looking worried at his friend’s strange behaviour “You’ve been looking at their table for days, who are you looking for, really?”

“She wouldn’t want to see you.” James says nonchalantly, placing a piece of sausage to his mouth “Not after your heartless comment, that is.”

Remus raises an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Prongs, what are you talking about?” Sirius asked, sounding appalled at his friend’s commentary “What did I say?”

“You kissed her and said that it was nothing. That you were just, and I quote, caught in the moment.” James continued, making quotation marks with his fingers in the air “Consider yourself lucky if she even spared a glance at you.”

Sirius blinks, colour draining from his face, “I said that?”

“Oh, you messed up big time, lad.” Remus commented, taunting the distraught boy “You didn’t even remember saying those words.”

“Shut it, Moony.”

“Well, what are you gonna do now?” Peter asks “She hates you, that’s one thing certain.”

“Thanks, Wormy.” Sirius says with a forced smile “Can’t really do anything until she shows herself, can I?”

The boys then continue their chatter with Sirius still being detached and spacing out of his surroundings. He was so glad that the alcohol had boosted his adrenaline that day, helped him to do the one bold thing he’s always wanted to do but now that his friend has shown some light and given him a broader perspective, he’s starting to regret drinking the bottle of cheap booze. He should’ve just kissed her sober and shouldn’t have said those painful words in the first place.

Now that he knows his mistake, how could he repent the sins? How could he talk to her and apologise, beg for her forgiveness though he knew he didn't deserve it, when he couldn’t even see her? What does he have to do to meet her again?

—-

Sirius knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch her before classes so he got up early for once in his lifetime, took a short shower and headed straight to the Ravenclaw dormitory. The sun’s barely out and he could see the sky still dark outside as he walks through the corridor but he was determined. She might not eat her breakfast in the Great Hall but she’s sure to come out of the dormitory to ask the kitchen elves for some food and he planned to catch her then.

Leaning on the wall, staring at the Ravenclaw entrance, Sirius fought his sleepiness by yawning every other minute. His eyes were getting watery from the lack of sleep but he couldn’t pass another day without fixing their relationship. His apology is long overdue and he’d be damned to postpone it another day.

An hour and a half after his arrival, he notices the gate moving. A figure was coming out of it, still looking as sleepy as he is and with hair unbrushed. She must’ve thought she wouldn’t meet anyone during this early hour.

“Morning.”

Startled, she looked in his direction. Sirius was smiling warmly at her, trying to act the most friendly to not lit any fuse, “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if we could get breakfast together?” He explains, taking closer steps to her “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been to the Great Hall lately so I supposed you’ve found a better place to take meals in and I’d love to go there too. If you’d have me, of course.”

She folds her hands in front of her chest, showing a defence, “I’m eating in my room. I’m only going to get some bread from the kitchen.”

“Sound.” He nods, trying to not show his nervousness under her daunting gaze “I’ll walk you to the kitchen then.”

Not saying a word and still putting out a cold shoulder, she walks past Sirius and heads to the kitchen. She could hear his footsteps following not far behind. She wasn’t expecting to see him, certainly not with her unkempt state right now. Had she known she would bump into him, she would have at least put on a jumper and hide under its hoodie.

“So, how was your essay?” Sirius asked, trying to open a conversation as he tried to match her pace “I’m sorry I didn’t help much with your Transfiguration essay, I thought you would return the next day to finish it together.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Why would I return?”

Sirius gulps, understanding the mistake he’s gravely made.

“Look, Sirius,” She says, stopping her walk to meet him properly “I think it’s best that we don’t see each other for a while. The last time we met it was.. It was a mistake and-”

“Hold on, Dove.” Sirius cuts in, desperately trying to stop her from falling deeper to the misunderstanding “I don’t know how to explain it, but what happened that day, it wasn’t a mistake. At least to me, it wasn’t. It was the most blissful experience I’ve ever had and if you wish to have space from me because of it then I understand. But please don’t think that I find it as a mistake.”

“You said it was nothing.” She argues, brows furrowed in confusion “You said you were just caught in the moment.”

“I know. You wouldn’t understand how much I hate myself for saying that rubbish but believe me, it wasn’t a mistake.” He defended, trying to reach for her hands to show his genuine intention “I was surprised that James caught us and I know it is no excuse but I just- I was too embarrassed to admit to my friends that they were right.”

She makes a confused face, slightly shaking her head, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“I like you.” Sirius confesses, his cheeks turning red in nervousness “No, scratch that, I love you. I’ve always loved you since we were still in nappies. It’s taken me forever to admit it because I don’t want to ruin our friendship, knowing how over the line my friend’s teases could be. I was too busy thinking about the right approach to confess that I’ve wasted too much of my time with people I certainly don’t desire because I only ever wanted you.”

Her gaze softens, trying to digest his words as if it was a brand new concept she’s unfamiliar with.

“Do you know why I so reluctantly want to help you with your Transfiguration essay?” He asks, earning a light shake of the head from her “It’s because I want to spend as much time as I can with you.”

“Oh? Oh.” She mumbles, slowly catching on to his words.

Sirius smiles, tucking a few stands of her hair behind her ear, “I know that you don’t need my help in any other field, that’s why I try so hard to stall time. I wanted to be around you, always. It’s awful enough that we’re sorted in different houses. The fact that you take advanced classes is making it hard for me to keep up with your pace and I just feel.. I’m afraid that you’ll forget about me one day or another.”

“Sirius..”

“I love you.” He says once more, this time sounding more firmly than before “And I’m sorry it’s taken me forever to admit it, but I really do. And I’m sorry if I’ve ruined our friendship but I just had to get it off of my chest and set the record straight. At least, from my end.”

She takes one of her hands off of his and places them on his cheek, gently brushing her thumb as she examines his facial features. The warm light of the sun is gradually showering them through the pillars of the corridors, making his dark brown eyes look like a pool of honey. Heavens know just how long she’s prayed for this day to come.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Sirius continues, taking her lack of words to be his silent rejection “We could pretend that this conversation never occurs and-”

Before he could finish his words, she leans in and seals their lips once more. Her hands resting more comfortably on his shoulder, washing away every doubt and question she’s ever had about their relationship. For once she could finally understand Sirius and his hidden gestures. Everything falls into place as if the perfect jigsaw has been placed.

“You always talk too much.” She whispers once they pull away “Good thing I have a high tolerance for your annoying trait.”

“Thank Merlin for that.” He chuckles, staring at her eyes deeply “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.”

“Then tell me again.”

Sirius smiles, appreciating his girlfriend’s teasing with a kiss to her nose, “I love you.”

[frecklystars]

i think im a lesbian and thats been making me cry in the middle of the night every night for the last umm i dont know. week. couple of weeks maybe. i dont want to be a lesbian bc ive been bi for so long and i dont want another sexuality crisis. but at the same time the idea of being with a man makes me feel so fucking repulsed and i dont know if thats bc ive just had multiple experiences of a male friend making inappropriate comments toward me when i used to trust him OR if its bc i am genuinely realizing i have never. never. never. never. never had strong feelings for a man the way i do with a woman. like i saw a cute customer today who was a guy but i wouldnt date him. i thought he was cute but i wouldnt do anything about it, like if he asked me out i'd feel uncomfortable. but then i saw a blonde woman walk in and i thought to myself, god she's gorgeous and if she asked me out right now i'd say yes when and where!!

i only feel "i'd kiss him i'd date him i'd hold his hand" with fictional male characters and male celebrities. not real/obtainable people. would i still feel that way if they were physically in front of me? i think i would, i think if ken were in front of me calling me sweet girl i'd never feel repulsed. i think if a guy who looked and acted exactly like ryan gosling was in front of me asking me out i'd consider it maybe? but i know i feel genuine love for my F/Os. my feelings for them are 100% real and pure. i hear that could possibly be an aromantic thing, to be genuinely attracted to your F/Os but not real people. but i feel genuinely attracted to real women!! sometimes!! half the time!!! not ALL the time and i don't know if i'd be willing to be in a relationship bc i'm so detached to the idea of a relationship but like... the attraction is absolutely there to some degree and it seems to be that way strongly for women

and then i thought, ok well, bisexual means being attracted to two or more genders, right? and i'm attracted to (probably) anyone who isn't a man, though my strongest feelings are for women. but then someone else told me that the lesbian label would still include people who aren't strictly women, so?? like?? i'm just confused i was hoping lesbian meant "just women" so then i can tell myself "oh i cant be a lesbian then because i've felt attraction to nonbinary/genderfluid ppl as well who don't identify as women at all" but if the lesbian label includes that, then uh, maybe i'm? a lesbian?

but god i have felt so uncomfortable around a man who's been making me feel unsafe lately, and it's just making me wake up and realize i've never been genuinely wholeheartedly attracted to men, period. not once. i've had small fleeting little crushes but if that crush asked me out i'd say No Get The Fuck Away From Me. there was actually an instance where i had a small "crush"(?) on a male coworker when i was 18 years old for a few weeks, but then he asked me out, and i felt so disgusted and uncomfortable that i went to my car and cried. and then i had a crush on a nonbinary person years later and that felt. so. fucking good. that felt so whole and so real to me. and then i had a crush on a woman years after that and i would lie awake at night with the most pure beautiful feeling in my chest. and when they asked me out i didn't feel grossed out at all, i felt wonderful, i felt amazing, i was shaking because i was so happy

but i have never ever ever once felt that way with a man. and it makes me sad bc i spent so long calling myself bisexual but i dont think that fits me anymore and i dont think some of my family members would really love me anymore if i came out as a lesbian and i just. dont want to think about it too hard but its all i can think about. i dont want to label myself right now but i dont feel good if i dont have a label. like, i can stick with bisexual just for the sake of a label making me feel comfortable but i dont feel bisexual if that HAS to include men. does bisexual HAVE to include men, if youre a cis woman identifying as bi??? can me being bisexual be attraction ANYONE EXCEPT a man??? with just a very very very very strong preference for women????

i just wish my F/Os were real, i would just be with them and forget labels entirely and just get tf outta here. i know if my male fictional others were to come to life, it wouldnt repulse me. i've asked other lesbians "if YOUR male F/O was real and in front of you with a bouquet of flowers asking you out, would you date him" they have all said "no not at all, bc he isn't a woman. i am only attracted to him fictionally but if he were real i'd feel nothing". so like. i dunno. because if ken or plankton were real i'd feel everything.

im so sick of being here im so sick of men making inappropriate comments about my body when theyre supposed to be ppl that i trust and im so sick of wanting a girlfriend but not wanting a relationship, yearning for women but not wanting anything to do with actually dating somebody. exhausting. all of this is exhausting. am i aro am i a lesbian can i be bisexual i dont feel bisexual anymore i'm dragging that label's dead weight on my shoulders and i want to replace it i WANT a label but i dont know what my label is and im tired. i dont think my family members would accept me being a lesbian and that hurts. i tried telling my dad yesterday and he was like "no you don't know what you are, you don't have enough experience to know if you like men or not. i think you'll marry a man one day" no the idea of marriage repulses me too actually. im indifferent to sex, i dont want to get married, i dont want a relationship. but god i want a woman in my life who i can kiss and come home to and hold and ask her about her day and slow dance with in the living room. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. can barbie be real i just want to date barbie. she's human isn't she. c'mon barbie where are you girl you gotta come and rollerblade to my place so we can forget everything and be aromantic lesbians together

[jocelynships]

Sick Day

So. I came down with a little cold, and decided I needed a little comfort, which meant thinking about my F/Os taking care of me.

Now I was originally gonna write this with D.raxum but… I missed a certain fuzzy blue elf a little bit so… have this. It’s very short, not super detailed, and I still manage to slip in my TMNT fixation because I’m still very much obsessed.

Enjoy!!

~~~

Hey, Kitty, Bobby, Piotr and I are all going to the mall today to do some shopping and see a movie. I’d love for you to come!

Aw Kurt, you’re sweet! But I’m sick. I’ll have to join you guys another time.

The second Jocelyn had said she was sick, Kurt immediately dropped everything he was doing. The poor girl had no medicine, and he figured he could run to the store and pick up a few things to help her out.

Unfortunately that meant he also had to cancel on his friends.

“Aw man, that’s a real bummer Jocelyn’s sick. I would have loved for her to join us,” Bobby sighed, rather bummed out about the whole situation.

“Yeah, anything we can do to help?” Kitty asked, ready to drop everything.

Once Jocelyn had found out that Kurt and the others were the X-Men, her bond with everyone grew stronger. She hung around the mansion whenever possible, and it was clear the students even adored her. But the X-Men themselves were particularly fond of the human woman.

“It’s alright, I’m just going to run to the store and pick her up a few things like some medicine, then bring her some lunch. I know a family owned restaurant that makes some pretty great soup,” Kurt said, “I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Piotr patted his friend’s shoulder, “Tell her we all hope she feels better soon.”

“And that we miss her!” Bobby added on.

“Thanks for understanding,” Kurt smiled.

“Of course, Jocelyn is our friend. And we know how much you like her, even if you deny it,” Kitty giggled, “But seriously, this is sweet. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

Kurt almost wanted to reply with a smart remark at Kitty’s teasing, but she was right. Kurt did like Jocelyn. Quite a lot. But that wasn’t the main focus right now. Getting everything and then getting to Jocelyn was his priority.

“I’ll see you all later, and I’ll let Jocelyn know you all miss her,” Kurt smiled, waving his friends goodbye.

After he had stepped out of the room, Kitty giggled.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna start dating soon?” she asked Bobby, who had a devious smirk come across his face.

“I give it to the new year, they’re both kind of dumb and oblivious to each other’s feelings,” Bobby laughed.

“We are not betting on when Kurt and Jocelyn are getting together,” Piotr groaned.

“I don’t think it’s gonna take that long!” Kitty shook her head, “Maybe a few months!”

“You wanna actually bet on this? Loser takes on the other’s duty for a month!” Bobby held out his hand to Kitty, who eagerly took it.

“You’re so on!”

“Why are you two like this?” Piotr sighed into his hands.

Oh well, at least they kept things entertaining.

~~~

Jocelyn let out a groan to herself as a knock sounded on her door. Whoever it was, she didn’t really wanna deal with anyone. She just wanted to stay in bed, sleep, watch some old cartoons and movies, and try to recover from this nasty cold she came down with.

She slowly pulled herself out of bed and shuffled over to her door. It was times like these she was grateful her apartment was small so she didn’t have to walk too far.

However, when she opened up the door, she wasn’t expecting Kurt to be standing there with bags filled with supplies, a bag of take out, and a turtle plush in his arms.

“Kurt? What are you doing here?” she wasn’t upset in the slightest, actually happy to see him. But she didn’t want to get him sick!

“I came to check in on you. You said you didn’t have any medicine, right?” Kurt stepped into her apartment, setting the bags on the counter by her kitchen sink.

He took notice of her hoarse voice, her red nose, and the oversized sweater she was wearing. She looked like she didn’t feel well in the slightest.

“No… I was gonna ask Peter for some when he got home…” Jocelyn said, referring to her next door neighbor.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, here you go,” Kurt handed her a bottle of cold medicine, “Take some now, please.”

“Thanks,” Jocelyn smiled at him, opening up the bottle.

She hated the taste of liquid cold medicine, but Kurt was quick to grab her a glass of water to drink afterwards once he saw her shudder after downing the medicine.

Jocelyn never had anyone do something like this for her before.

“Oh, this is also for you,” he handed her the turtle plush, “I remembered you said you liked turtles. I didn’t see any hedgehogs or ducks otherwise I would have gotten them for you too. I figured it would help cheer you up.”

“Ha, you remembered my silly little animal obsessions?” Jocelyn took the plush and gave it a squeeze.

“I remember small details,” Kurt smiled at her, unpacking the bags for her.

She was amazed. He grabbed her cough drops and multiple packs of tissues, along with tea and honey for her sore throat. He got a couple cans of soup, some microwavable containers of mashed potatoes, popsicles, and some yogurt for her as well.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she began, but Kurt stopped her.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to though,” Kurt opened up the takeout bag and pulled out a container of soup with a warm mini loaf of bread, “I also got you some homemade chicken noodle soup.”

“You’re really way too sweet,” Jocelyn felt relieved at the warm sensation of the bowl in her hands. She had been running a low fever most of the day and was freezing, hence the sweater.

“Go sit down and eat, I’ll make you some tea?” Kurt nodded towards her bed.

“Thanks,” Jocelyn bashfully turned away, hoping that the redness in her face could be excused by being sick.

The soup was a relief, it soothed her throat and helped clear up her sinuses a bit. And when Kurt came over with the tea, it was happily accepted.

However, when he moved around the other side and sat down beside her, she raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked between bites of the bread.

“I’m not leaving,” Kurt stated, grabbing the remote and unpausing the movie she had put on. It seems like it had only started, “Can I rewind this? So I can watch it all the way through?”

“Uh… No offense, I love your company and all, but I don’t wanna get you sick-” Jocelyn set the mug of tea down, only for Kurt to lounge back on her bed and pull her into him.

“Don’t worry about getting me sick, I have a high immune system,” Kurt started the movie from the beginning, “Ah, so this is why you like turtles so much.”

Jocelyn blushed, wondering if it was due to the sudden contact, or him lightly teasing her for watching the old ninja turtle movie from the early 90s, but she didn’t have it in her to fight him on this. She gave in, resting her head against his chest and pulled the blanket around her.

God, he’s so warm.

“Yeah. It’s a favorite of mine,” Jocelyn yawned as Kurt rubbed her back, “Not just this movie, but all of it. The cartoons, the comics too.”

“Hm, you’ll have to show me sometime,” Kurt rested his head on top of hers as she snuggled in closer to him.

“Yeah…”

It didn’t take long for Jocelyn to fall asleep. Barely fifteen minutes into the movie, and she was out like a light. But Kurt didn’t mind, she needed the rest, and they could watch the movie another time. Right now, all that mattered was taking care of Jocelyn. And if that meant letting her sleep on him, he was happy to be her pillow.

And if he got sick? Eh, he wasn’t too worried about it.

She was worth it

[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

• FRED WEASLEY

An unusual year [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V] (f|mp)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Life-saving sharpie (f-a|os)

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Fireworks and streamers (f|os|?)

Request: I have been insecure about my curly hair lately and was wondering if you can you write something with one of the weasley twins where the reader is insecure about her curly hair and one of the twins makes her feel better.

Miss Slytherin (f|os)

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

You drive me mad (f-a|os)

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Stick together (a|os)

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Unsurprising (f|os)

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Just the two of us (f|os)

Summary: Hoping to be able to impress his Yule Ball date, Fred ask Y/n for a few dance classes.

Magnet (a|os)

Summary: Before war, one would have sworn that Fred Weasley had found the one, but after several misunderstandings that led to a fallout, they drifted apart. When they attempt to move on from each other, the Universe gives them a second chance.

• GEORGE WEASLEY

The right moment (f-a|os)

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Things never go as planned [Prologue] [Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V] [Part VI] [Part VII] [Epilogue] (f-a|mp|?)

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n-well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Mermaid (f|os)

Summary: the sexual tension of George and Y/n's weird friendship is getting the best of their friends, so when Harry suggests a trip to the Black Lake, they become adamant about getting them together.

His warm eyes (a|os)

Summary: Some members of the Order are reticent about letting in a Lestrange, specially after Snape's betrayal. Whilst taking Harry to the the burrow, an ambush has place. Everything points to Y/n, right?

Out of trouble (f-a|os)

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.