#not going to give anyone an uncle kink let alone write it

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mommy issues that daddy issues this, what about uncle issues? this is why i, known enjoyer of zhanche—(gunshot)

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hello binnie 👉👈 can i request a dom!beomgyu x fem!reader smut that follows the enemies to lovers plot line? maybe add in some degradation kink and jealousy or something (if possible) 👀 thank you!!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖/𝐂 | 3.2k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱

a/n: this is my first time writing an arranged marriage fic so tell me if ya’ll like it (pls)

in his cleanly tailored black suit, an impatient beomgyu taps his foot in the corridor. he checks his watch for the fifth time in 6 minutes, looking over at the guards and driver with frustration.

“I don’t understand what’s taking her so long. what is she doing?”. he seethes.

“if you like I can check on her for you sir”. the maid asks politely. beomgyu nods and gestures toward the spiraled staircase of their oversized, luxurious home. “can you please? thank you”.

you were finishing the last touches on your makeup. you loved your outfit and you thought you looked gorgeous in your skin tight , satin salmon colored dress. however the only thing bad about this outing is that you had to go with your husband, choi beomgyu. marriage is one of the happiest times in any woman’s life but not yours. you didn’t have the beautiful, unpredictable love story like the average person. instead you were arranged in a marriage with a person you weren’t compatible with.

and the worst part about it all is that you couldn’t back down even if you tried. coming from a rich and rather popular family yourself, they wanted you to marry someone similar that could possibly understand you better and match your sentiments and luxury. so they picked the infamous choi beomgyu, apart of one the biggest, richest clans in the nation. as soon as you and beomgyu first interacted you knew there would be nothing to look forward to other than the downfall of your marriage. and you were just waiting for your family to see that.

“excuse me? mrs. choi? mr. choi was wondering if you were going to be ready any time soon?”.

you rolled your eyes. “tell him I’m coming down. I don’t know why he’s rushing me”. she nods her head and closes the door while you grab your purse. you took one last glimpse in the mirror and spread just a bit more glitter gloss on your lips before you were walking down the staircase. glancing up from his watch annoyed he glares up at you and tries his best to keep his eyes from skimming your curves.

“I don’t know why it takes you so long to get dressed. we’re going to an anniversary banquet not the grammy awards”.

“I don’t know why you feel like you have to rush me all the time. I said I was coming down. the venue is only 10 minutes away and the event doesn’t start for another 30 minutes”.

you say with just as much attitude as him, the guards helping you step into your heels as soon as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. you whisper a small thank you while another wraps your fur coat around your neck. by this time anyone who worked in the choi residence were used to their frequent bickering. so there was no use in trying to get the duo to stop.

“yeah and we have to account for traffic. you also know that since I’m the son of the chief I have to be there on time. I don’t have time to be waiting for you to play in your little makeup box”.

you both head out of the door with the guards helping you to the car. the car was the worst out of all locations. since you two had a designated driver everywhere it meant that you would have to sit in a partitioned backseat with beomgyu.

you began talking as soon as the door closed behind you. “just because you get dressed two hours before every event doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing”.

“did I even say that? I’m just saying you have to start taking time into consideration. I don’t care how you get ready”.

“you were implying it so I’m letting you know. And I don’t care if you’re the chief ‘s son or not. I don’t care that you’re my husband. I don’t have to listen to you”.

“if you keeping doing what you want to do you’re going to give both of our families a bad reputation and we’re both going to lose our status and become poor. and I’m sure with all that glamorous shit that you wear becoming poor is your biggest nightmare”.

“and do you see how cocky you are? I’m pretty sure becoming poor is your biggest nightmare too. so how about we not go into that subject?”.

“I’ll go into whatever subject I want to go into because you don’t listen”.

“and who exactly do I have to listen to? please tell me”.

beomgyu rolls his eyes and sighs, he diverts his gaze to the scenery out the window while shooing you off. “you know what I don’t care anymore”.

you smacked his hand away. “don’t shoo me away Iike I’m some animal beomgyu. have some damn respect”.

“why would I respect you if you don’t respect me?”.

“I’m done talking to you. just stop talking”.

“good I’ve been waiting for you to be done”.

“good”. you say turning towards your own window in frustration. god he knew how to work your nerves.

“good”. he repeats back. and the both of you maintain the silence until it was time to actually speak at the event. it was the choi clan’s anniversary tonight and everyone couldn’t wait to see their baby boy beomgyu with his wife. it was something they all couldn’t believe considering they all raised him since he was in diapers. however acting like a married couple with beomgyu was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.

but nevertheless beomgyu snatches your hand in his before you two walked in the corridor. you wanted to say something but you guys were immediately bombarded by hugs and kisses from grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and even old cousins. most of them complimented how cute you two looked together and even asked when you guys were going to have children. you could just puke at the thought. you and beomgyu hadn’t even slept in the same bed.

the both of you sat down to your assigned dining table and other than the fact that you had to play pretend with beomgyu, you admired the historic decor and architecture of the venue.

“oh my gosh you guys are just so adorable together! let me tell you when beomgyu was little he always wanted to get married. he always talked about having a wife it was so cute. I’m glad to see he got his wish with someone as beautiful as you!”. one of his aunts complimented you both as soon as you sat down. you plastered on a fake smile and beomgyu nods with another fake smile of his own.

“can I get a picture if you don’t mind? I would love to add this to my photo album!”.

beomgyu puts his hand up and laughs, “auntie you really don’t have to right now. we can take pictures later”.

she flips her hand in the air, “oh! nonsense beomgyu! now you two pose for my camera”. she insists holding it up. you just wanted to come out of your body for a moment to see how awkward you both looked.

“guys! sit like you love each other. maybe you can kiss him on his cheek? that would be adorable!”.

now that was way too far for your liking. you shook your head and laughed to avoid it but you felt beomgyu nudging you underneath the table.

“just do it”. he murmured.

“no I’d rather be caught dead than lay my lips on you”.

“stop acting like a fucking child. just do it”.

for the sake of the status of you both, you positioned your lips right near his cheek but not letting them touch. she held up her camera but quickly put it down and laughs. “I don’t know why this looks staged. you two love each other! how about you just kiss? the cheek kiss looks a bit too fake for me”. she says before holding up her camera again.

the both of you swallow. he turns to you, “i promise after this my lips will never touch you again”. he whispers.

“good”. you mutter.

“good”. he repeats. he holds his breath before pressing his lips against yours. she quickly snapped the picture and jeered at the cuteness of it. but you couldn’t help but think about the softness of beomgyu’s lips and how they matched perfectly with yours. how he kissed you so passionately in such a short amount of time. how he made your heart pound. he quickly pulled away once he realized he was kissing you a bit too long knowing you were probably going to scold him. but for the first time in a long time you didn’t really want to.

the event was starting and the both of you bit your lips while diverting your gazes elsewhere. as the night progressed, oddly enough you avoided each other at all costs. even if that meant sparking conversations with a couple of gyu’s cousins just to do so. but like the jealous cousins’ they were though they were definitely doing more flirting than conversing. you had to say receiving other male attention wasn’t half bad. it wasn’t like you and beomgyu were a thing anyways.

beomgyu gently stirs his cup though, eyeing you from across the room. his uncles were giving him advice for marriage but he could only focus on the way his cousin subtly flirted by kissing you on the back of your hand multiple times. and it didn’t make it any better when you were blushing in response. it scared beomgyu because he hated you. and you hated him. so he couldn’t understand why he was getting jealous but he was and he couldn’t stop himself. his jealous aura made things much colder especially when you two were back in the car.

“and then here you go, having an attitude about something else“. you roll your eyes. as the door closed after you.

“i don’t know why you say shit like that if you know you cause them”.

“what did I do this time? I barely said a word to you tonight”.

“exactly. you were too busy exchanging them with my cousin”.

“and why does it concern you? we’re barely a couple let alone married”.

“do you realize that if you even slip up a little bit it affects our reputation? do you not think about that?”.

“why aren’t you addressing your cousin too then? he was flirting with me first”.

“and you were flirting back”. beomgyu snapped with his annoyed gaze out the window once more. you stared at him curiously.

“what? are you jealous?”.

“stop talking to me”.

you roll your eyes at his attitude again. he pissed you off so much. “I don’t even know why you’re jealous. we kissed for the first time tonight. we’ve been married for almost a year. doesn’t that say something about this whole entire relationship?”.

“I said stop talking to me”.

“what did I say about me not having to listen to you? I’m tired of you thinking you own--”.

in the blink of the eye beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you on his lap while his hand squeezed your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks inwards.

“you know what? shut the fuck up. shut up. I am sick and tired of your attitude. every single time I say something you escalate it and drag it. no one can ever tell you shit because you feel like you know everything. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be in this marriage as much as you but guess what? we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you this shit is getting old. do you understand me?”.

your eyes grew as his tone of his voice. he slipped into a dialect you never heard out of him before. your heart raced and you nod at his words with your jaw aching painfully. he finally releases you and you glare back at his angered face while touching your jaw. you breathe heavy,

“why couldn’t you have gotten your point across without putting your hands on me?”.

“because I know you’d like it if I put my hands on you wouldn’t you?”.

and after that line, there was nothing but the heated stares and silence rising from the space between you. beomgyu took this time to admire your body from this close. he lets his fingers brushes against your thighs, following up your curves and your boobs and you let him. because it’s what you wanted. it’s all you wanted. you wanted beomgyu to touch you.

he stared you in your needy eyes before clasping his hand around your neck.

“you like it don’t you?”.

as soon as you bite your lips and nod beomgyu is already crashing his lips into yours. it was a kiss identical to this kiss from earlier except this time he kissed you hungrily. all this time he was craving you and now he couldn’t get enough.  each time he pulled back for air he went in for more allowing his tongue to battle yours like a warrior, both pair of your hands curiously wandering the unfamiliar body of the other. he lifts your dress up and you unbuckle his slacks. he inches down to your neck and sucks skin burning hickeys that elicited soft moans from your lips. and they turned beomgyu on more than they should’ve because he never heard you moan before. he unzips your dress, let his fingers tease your slit through your panties while his tongue made a trail to your nipples.

you gasp in shock at the way he was sucking them, his head bobbing slowly on each nub before flicking them with his tongue. you mewl soft enough to be inaudible to the driver. not that he could hear much anyway with how loud the engine was roaring. he sticks his fingers in your panties and tease your clit while sucking your nipples obediently like the puppy he was. you push down and grind on his fingers, never in a million years thinking you’d be moaning for gyu like this.

he clasps his hand around your neck once more watching your grind your hips down on his fingers. he scoffs, “with the way you speak to me you don’t deserve to feel this good”. your head tilted back as your needy noises flooded the air. you wanted him so bad. you knew this wouldn’t be enough to get you off.

“look at your face. you want to be fucked don’t you?”. you nod as best as you could. “beg for it”.

you shamelessly obliged. “pplease beomgyu, please fuck me”.

“tell me that you’re going to stop talking back to me“.

“ffuck i’m going to stop talking back”. you groan.

“tell me you’re going to work on your attitude”.

“I’m ggoing to work on my attitude!”.

“you promise?”.

“yyes I promise”. you stammer.

words couldn’t explain how good you felt when beomgyu finally stuffed himself in you. he kept his thumb on your clit and fucked up into you as fast and hard as he possibly could. he disregarded your sweet cries or the love bites you created in his neck. he disregarded how much you clawed at his shoulder blades or squeezed the back of his neck. you were sopping wet for him and he wanted to feel all of you. he didn’t care how rough he was. he wanted to teach you a lesson once and for all.

“you’re so fucking--mmh”. beomgyu groans.

you caress his wrists while he chokes you and you moan while mindlessly drooling all over his fingers. he rubs your clit in small circles. you pant heavily feeling your hips stutter in his thrusts. “yyou’re going to make me ccum beomgyu-”. you whine, “fuck you’re going to make me cum”, you whine in a higher tone than anticipated. 

“after you cum I don’t want to hear any mouth from you anymore. who owns you?”.

“yyou ! you own me beomgyu! fuckkk I’m cumming”.

your hips bucked while you released only for beomgyu to clutch your thighs and continue his sloppy thrusts inside you. you feel bad for the mess you were making on his lap but it seemed as if he didn’t care. you whined into the crook of his neck while he was overstimulating you until he finally got his fix.

“I’m almost done baby”. he groans while thrusting into you a few more times before painting your insides with his cum. with a heaving chest he lands a hot blooded kiss on your mouth.

“if we’re... going to start being nice to each other i’m sorry for talking to you that way“, -- “you just get me so angry sometimes”.

you couldn’t believe your ears. choi beomgyu was apologizing. you swallow your pride and kiss him back.

“it’s going to take a long time for me... to get used to being nice to you but I’m willing to try“,--- “and I’m sorry for my attitude and the way I belittle you. I’ll work on it”.

beomgyu smirks. “because I own you right?”.

you roll your eyes and playfully scoff. “fine”.

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Yours - Chapter One

Azriel x Female!Reader (acotar)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You are Feysand’s daughter and you’ve just come home from your studies in the Day Court. Azriel needs someone with extensive training in magic in order to complete a mission for the Night Court. You happen to be just what he needs.

Fic Warnings: age gap?, probably cursing, eventual smut, wing kink ;)

Chapter Warnings: injury, mentions of blood

Note: The first chapter is here! I am so excited to share this fic. I usually don’t write fanfiction but I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so here it is. As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated!

CHAPTER ONE

Gods, you loved flying. Sure, winnowing back to the Night Court would have been faster, but there was absolutely nothing like soaring through the clouds, so high that the ground below faded away and there was nothing but you and the wind in your wings. You sighed as Velaris came into view. As much as you loved the ancient libraries and golden light of the Day Court, the winding streets and twinkling night lights of Velaris would always call you back home. 

Your father was waiting for you in front of your family’s river estate. You landed gracefully before taking off again in a sprint into his open arms. You squealed as he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

“Daddy!” You laughed as he set you back on your feet, but still held you. You breathed in his familiar scent. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He gazed down at you and smiled warmly. “Your mother is at the studio but she should be home soon.” He picked up your bags and led you inside, prattling on about your mom’s business and the hell Cassian has been raising in the Illyrian camps. The elegant river house was just as you left it in the fall. The familiar lavishly furnished rooms and ever lingering scent of flowers welcomed you home. You followed your father up the staircase and to your room. 

“I’ll leave you to unpack and settle in,” he said, setting your things on the bed. He turned around to place a kiss on your hair. “Welcome home.” 

A welcome home, indeed.

That night, the entire inner circle met at the river house to celebrate your homecoming and the completion of your studies with Helion in the Day Court. The atmosphere was warm and lively in the dining hall, Cassian had no trouble convincing your father to open some bottles of his precious good wine to celebrate. You were happily chatting away with Mor about how difficult it was to focus on your studies with so many gorgeous Day Court males around, when Cassian chimed in.

“Males? What males? What are their names? I just want to talk,” he said with mock intensity. 

“You do know I am old enough to date, don’t you, Uncle Cass?” you laugh. “But anyways, they’re all too intimidated by me. And by who my father and uncles are, of course.”

“Damn straight.” He winked and Mor elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Come on, there must have been someone that kept you company while you were in the Day Court,” Mor insisted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Even Amren and Nesta looked interested to hear your answer, but your father just tried not to look too invested in your conversation, looking down at his plate in a miserable attempt to look disinterested. 

“Well. . .” you began, trying to steer the conversation away from the truth, which was that you had never actually felt that sort of connection with anyone. Well, no one except a certain broody shadowsinger who was considered very, very off limits. 

Thankfully, you were spared the trouble of coming up with some half-assed excuse when a loud crash sounded outside the manor. Everyone at the table tensed, the mood instantly shifting. The darkened eyes and battle ready stances of your family were quick to remind you that centuries old warriors were beside you. Suddenly, weapons you hadn’t even realised they had concealed were drawn. You should have known that no one in your family would show up anywhere unarmed. Cassian drew a sword from who knows where, Mor and Amren held daggers, and Aunt Nesta just summoned her power, that alone being a deadly weapon in itself. Your mother drew your Aunt Elaine close to her. You could see darkness curling around your father’s fingertips and you followed suit, the familiar tingle of magic in your veins sparking a rush of adrenaline. 

Your father led the way as you all stalked out the front door to see. . . Azriel. You rushed forward, pushing past your father to kneel by a bleeding Azriel. 

“Oh Az, your wing.” Your heart shattered at the sight of his broken left wing, the flesh in shreds. It must have been done with something strong and fast, very fast if it managed to reach Azriel, who was amazingly swift on his wings and with his winnowing. The rest of the circle gathered around him, trying to help him up and assess the damage.

“The mortal queens,” he managed to croak out, “I heard whispers of a weapon they made to rival the fae. And when I tried to investigate it, I encountered the beast that guarded it.”

“That’s enough.” Feyre said, “Let’s get you cleaned and healed up. I’ll summon a healer immediately. You can tell us the rest after.”

“I can help.” You say and everyone turned towards you. Your hands were still shaking and your voice wavered at Azriel’s state but you steeled yourself. “I learned a lot of healing magic while I was in Helion’s court. Let me help you.” You met Azriel’s eyes and it was like he tethered you to earth, the strength and resilience you found in them seemed to flow into you, too. 

He nodded once. That was enough for Cassian and Rhys to haul one arm over each of their shoulders. 

“Where to, boss?” Cassian teased but you found pride in his eyes. And when you looked to your father, you saw the same thing. 

“Get him into my room. I’ll take it from there.”

The inner circle had retired to the river house’s various guest rooms by the early hours of the morning, but you stayed awake, the gentle glow of the healing magic from your palms never faltering even though it had been hours. After Cassian and your father got Azriel onto the bed, you made him a salve from the various powders and tonics you brought from the Day Court that would assist the healing process. Aunt Elaine had even supplied some more supplemental herbs and flowers from her garden. 

They all stayed for nearly an hour after you started the healing spell, watching as flesh and bone slowly knitted back together, when your mother finally ushered them all out, insisting that you needed to focus. You shot her a grateful smile as she also stepped out and shut the door behind her. Now that everyone was gone, you could finally focus on the spell. Well, focus as much as you could with Azriel’s shirtless torso gleaming with perspiration. You would think after training in and mastering healing magic, you’d be unfazed by the male body, but Azriel’s stunning beauty was not something you could just get used to. 

It was nearly two in the morning when you heard a soft knock on your door. Your father’s head poked in.

“Sweetheart, you need to take a break.” He said and wiped a bead of sweat from your brow. You hadn’t even realised you were this physically strained. 

“I can’t, dad. Not until he’s healed.” You turned back towards Azriel’s healing wing when your father’s hands enveloped your own, stopping their magic. 

“Dad! He needs-”

“You’re the one who’s going to need healing if you try to continue this spell without taking a break.” His brows furrowed with concern. You knew what he saw, you must have looked a mess. Hair mussed, dark circles under your eyes, and a near permanent wrinkle on your forehead between your brows from holding your deadly focused expression for so long. 

“I know.” You sighed, giving in. “I suppose I could stop for a moment.” He enveloped you in a warm hug that you hadn’t realised you needed until that moment. “I’m just. . . I’m worried about him, dad. He’s always going off on these dangerous quests with the interests of the court being a bigger concern than his own well being.”

“You’re one to talk.” He scoffed. “What was that you said about putting other people’s needs over your own well being?” He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face and then sighed. “That’s my girl, always so selfless and always so stubborn.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re a lot like your mother in that way, you know.”

You reluctantly pull away from his arms. “I know, dad.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a sigh, stretching your back, you just realised that standing over Az for so long had really taken its toll on you. “I suppose I could take a shower and change out of this dress.” You were still in your cocktail dress from dinner, you also realised. 

“Yes, please do. I mean this in the gentlest way possible sweetheart, but you stink.” You halfheartedly shove him out of the room. 

“Gee thanks, dad. It’s no wonder how mom fell for that suave charm.” And you shut the door in his face, but not before catching his teasing smile that only he could pull off, somehow managing to look loving and full of himself at the same time. You rolled your eyes before walking into your en suite.

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I promise the next one will have more Azriel and a bit more spice. If you wanna be added to the taglist for this fic, you can leave a comment below :)

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[wearebrokenintheend]

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Words: 4735 (I got caught up in this)

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, slow burn, strangers to lovers, age gap, reader is at least 20ish, also fluffy fluff 💕

+ Here’s the song I had on repeat while writing the smut. Just thought it would enhance the experience 💖

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It was my parents’ annual Fourth of July party, where all of our family and close friends were invited to gather at our house for food, alcohol, and fun explosives. They began this tradition when I was small child, and never failed to make it more extravagant than the last. I grew up in such a patriotic household due to the fact that my father was a retired navy officer, and my mom was one of those people who will celebrate anything when she gets the chance. I was always encouraged to praise my country and heritage, especially on National holidays.

Of course, I loved celebrating with my family, and I loved our parties. The only thing that bothered me was how my parents would act during the parties. They’d drink all day and night and leave their worries behind, while I had to clean up and make sure that nothing bad happened to them or anyone else. I know that it’s good for everyone to just cut back and let loose every now and then, but there was a fine line between the letting loose and being a pain to everyone around you.

The thing about this years party was that I was finally allowed to drink, which meant that I too would be in on the fun, at least that’s what I assumed. It was hard to be surrounded by drunk adults having the time of their lives while I was stuck in the background sulking. Of course there were always some kids to hang out with, but I always ended up being left out.

While greeting everyone and joining different conversations, I spotted my Uncle walking into the yard with an extremely attractive man at his side. Immediately, I left the group of a few people to walk over to him. Our eyes locked and my Uncle smiled and held out his arms for a hug.

“Ah, y/n, it’s been too long since I’ve seen my favorite niece!” He greeted, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing playfully like he did when I was a child.

“Hey Uncle Dave,” I replied, smiling in his embrace. “I’ve missed you too.”

As we broke apart, I looked towards the handsome stranger, content with holding myself back from gawking at him. Something about him felt so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Oh, this is my good friend Pedro.” He looked toward Pedro, “This is my niece, y/n. My brothers daughter.”

Pedro smiled and nodded at me, holding out his hand and shaking mine.

“It’s so nice to meet you, y/n.” He looked back at my uncle, “You never told me how beautiful she was.” He said with a slight laugh.

My uncle playfully narrowed his eyes at him, “Don’t make me kick your ass, Pedro.”

They both shared a laugh before my father spotted his brother, pulling him away and leaving Pedro and I alone.

“So how did you and my uncle meet?” I asked, wanting to know more about him.

“Oh, Dave and I met when we were filming a show of mine. We ended up spending a lot of time together on set and started spending even more time out of work.”

I nodded and smiled, remembering that my uncle was a writer and producer in Hollywood. Suddenly it clicked in my head, I knew this man. He was THE Pedro Pascal. I first met him on screen as Oberyn Martell, whom I had a crush on in the asoiaf book series.

He must’ve noticed my eyes growing slightly wider and recognized the moment of realization.

“I see that you know who I am now, correct?” He stated, breaking me away from my thoughts.

I looked up at him, feeling a deep blush burn across my face.

“Uh, yeah, you’re Pedro Pascal. I’m uh, I’m a big fan of yours.”

He laughed,

“Well maybe not enough if you couldn’t recognize me right away.”

I let out an awkward laugh and he smiled softly back at me.

“Don’t worry y/n, I’m only teasing. It happens a lot more often than you might think.”

I just nodded and found myself tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ears. Pedro noticed and leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“You’re very beautiful, y/n. Especially when you get all flustered like this.”

He pulled away and looked around to make sure no one was paying much attention to us. Meanwhile, I was taken aback that someone like him would ever like someone like me. I mean, yeah I was pretty, usually on a good day, but I wasn’t anything like the women I knew he’d been around.

Taking a sip of my wine from a plastic cup, I scanned my surroundings. I noticed that my parents and uncle were all preoccupied with the other guests, leaving no room for any unwanted attention. Then I suddenly felt a bit lightheaded, and I stumbled back a few inches. Pedro immediately grabbed my arm to keep me steady, then leaving it there once I locked eyes with him.

“Shit, I don’t know what just happened to me. Maybe I’m more of a lightweight then I thought.” I half-laughed, earning me a smirk from Pedro.

“Don’t worry, you’re still young and you’ve got plenty of time to get used to it.”

After giving him an amused smirk, I took another swing of my drink.

“You’re right, but I’m afraid if I try it all too fast then I might end up in the emergency room, or worse.”

With a sigh, I noticed my cup was finally empty, so I turned myself toward the house to get more. Something deep inside knew that I’d have to have even more alcohol to keep calm around Pedro.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head inside for another drink, or maybe just sit down for a bit to get out of this heat.”

Pedro have me an understanding look, but I saw the slight disappointment in his eyes. I couldn’t believe that this man actually wanted to be around me.

“I mean, you can join me if you want. I just thought you’d want to meet the rest of my family or something.”

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a soft snort.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, Pedro. You’re the best company I’ve ever had at one of this things.”

He beamed at me and I looked around one last time, hoping everyone else was still preoccupied. I mean, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea - wait, why did I suddenly care what everyone thought of me? Was I really that afraid? I shrugged my thoughts off and gave Pedro my hand. He grabbed it without missing a beat, and I lead him to the back door.

Once we entered the house, I walked toward the fridge, opening it and grabbing myself a hard iced tea.

“Would you like anything?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a beer, y/n.”

Hearing him say my name made your insides melt; I had to fight to keep myself on my feet. I found myself falling so hard for a man who had only met me maybe half and hour ago. Rolling my eyes at myself, I grabbed him a beer and walked over to the sofa.

“Here ya go, Pedro.”

I sat myself right next to him, our thighs touching. It made my nerves go all haywire, and I couldn’t control them anymore.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

There was a pause after he spoke, his words lingering like fingertips on my chest. I wanted him to call me endearing names like that for the rest of my life.

Pedro broke my train of thought by clearing his throat, trying to ease the awkward tension in the room. So it wasn’t just me who felt this way. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting once again.

“Pedro, pl-please tell me it’s not just me.”

He stops himself from responding by pursing his lips. He looked as though he had all kinds of internal conflict to suddenly deal with. After a few seconds past, he looked towards his hands. Then he moved to grab mine, taking my by surprise. He brings my hands to his lips and feathers his lips against my skin, leaving soft, slight kisses. As much I was wanted this moment to last a lifetime, I couldn’t help but satisfy my eager self. I decided to pull my hand away and replace them with my own lips, crushing them against his at last. I could feel Pedro’s slight shock at first, and then he quickly turned back to his calm demeanor. Eventually we pulled away from each other to catch ourselves. All I could notice was his bright grin, practically radiating our surroundings.

“Woah.” I muttered, my breathing still slightly heavy.

“Yeah.” He replied, running a hand through his dark hair.

It was at that moment that I knew I wanted this man to fuck me into the morning light, and I wanted him to start as soon as possible. Pedro then gave me a quizzical look, practically begging to know what I was thinking. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked it, going to my contacts section and starting a new one.

“Put your number in my phone.”

He looked down at my phone and back at me, grabbing it and putting his name and number in.

“Okay, so I’ve got a plan to get you in my room without anyone noticing we’re gone for too long.”

Pedro’s eyes widened, his eyebrows raising dramatically. I smiled in response to his unspoken question, blushing once again at him.

“But, only if you want to, of course.”

“And what exactly do we want to do?”

I gulped, my mouth dry as I was suddenly at a loss for words.

“Hm?”

I leaned onto him, my lips hovering over his ear. I bit my lip before confessing my desire to him, for him.

“I want you in me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Pedro was left stunned by my request, but I could see the part of him that wanted me more than anything. He gulped and then let out a long, heavy breath.

“Are you sure this is what you want, y/n?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, what’s the plan?”

“We go outside together, and then separate. I go find my parents and tell them that I don’t feel good and that I’m going to bed. Then when I’m ready, I’ll text you.”

“What do I say if someone asks where I’m going?”

“Just make something up, like you need to go to the bathroom, or you need to lay down. I don’t know.”

He gave me an unsure look, but I raised my fingers to his cheek and he nodded. We both got up from the couch and made our way to the back door. Once we were outside, I spotted my mom and made a beeline for her.

“Hey mom, I-“

“Oh, y/n! I was starting to worry about you. Now that you’re here we can start the fireworks!”

“Yeah, about that, uh...mom, I think I drank a bit too much and now I don’t feel so hot. I think it’s best if I just head in for the night.”

My mother gave me a slightly disappointed look, knowing how much I enjoyed the fireworks.

“Oh, well, I suppose you should. I’d hate for you to miss everything, though.”

“I’ll be fine mom. I’ve got plenty of years left.”

“Goodnight sweetheart. Don’t forget to take something to help you sleep.”

“I will mom. Love you.”

As soon as I was able to, I walked back to the house. I spotted Pedro with my uncle and dad, and all I could think was how he was gonna get away from them. Would they have any idea what we’d be doing? No, I can’t think like that. I need this. I need Pedro.

I reached my bedroom and saw that I had some clothes and cups scattered around. I quickly cleaned everything up and made sure to spray some air freshener around. I undressed and put on my sexiest pair of undies and bra, then redressing. I put out and lit some candles to soothe the tone of my surroundings, hoping that Pedro would like it. Lastly, I found the box of condoms that I kept in the back of my nightstand for whatever. I then noticed that they weren’t open. Of course. I’ve never been able to bring a guy home and actually sleep with him. Well, there’s a first for everything.

As soon as I was ready, I found Pedro’s contact and texted him.

* Hey, I’m ready for you ;)

I waited for a few minutes until he replied.

* Okay baby girl. I’m on my way now ;)

I let out a quiet shriek of excitement at the fact that he called my baby girl. This is finally happening! Suddenly there was a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

Pedro swiftly opened and shut the door before taking a long look at me. He licked his lips as he walked towards me sitting on the end of my bed. I shot up and wrapped my arms around him, the two of us just looking at each other. I broke his gaze and slammed my lips against his, my tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. He growled as he pushed us onto the bed, the feeling of his clothed dick against my leg driving me crazier. Once he started kissing on my neck, I began lifting his shirt up his torso, begging for him. He helped me remove it, giving me a chance to take in his beautiful body.

“I hope I haven’t disappointed you yet.”

“Oh, I can already tell that you won’t.”

We smiled at each other before I removed my own shirt and bra for him. Pedro smiled bigger and leaned back down to run his lips against my breast. His mouth began teasing at my left nipple while he used his hand to play with my right one. I let out my first moan of the night, attracting Pedro’s immediate attention. His head shot up, and I saw the lust in his dark eyes. I nodded to let him know that I truly wanted this, that I needed this. He grinned in response, returning his attention to my breast. Now taking my right nipple into his mouth, he used his hands to roam my sides. Every inch he touched had lit up like a dull burning flame. The heat was rising and spreading all over, but never enough the painfully burn me. It was a heat that I had only ever dreamt of feeling. I realized that it wasn’t the feeling of Pedro touching me that lit my fire; it was Pedro himself that lit my fire. He lit it and made me burn brighter then I could have ever thought possible. It was at this very moment that I began to understand how much this man truly meant to me.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Pedro asked, pulling me out of my thoughts to notice him looked towards me. I hadn’t noticed that he stopped, or that I was breathing heavily and slightly shaking.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I just got lost in my head for a bit.”

Damn it, I ruined the mood for him! Now he probably thinks I was so bored that I drifted off. Why am I always getting stuck in my thoughts? I mean, the only ever make things worse for me.

“I-you’re fine, Pedro. I promise.”

“Okay y/n, if you say so.”

He reached up from my torso to place a tender kiss on my forehead, then one on my lips. I could taste the beer from his mouth, further intoxicating me. I let out a soft plea for me and Pedro let out another growl, his teeth now grazing my bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss to focus his mouth on my neck and collarbone. He started at the corner of my mouth and made his way down my neck. His warm, hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Once he had kissed my skin he began sucking and gently biting, making sure to leave just the slightest of marks. He wanted to make sure that only I could notice them tomorrow morning, after he was long gone. The thought alone made my heart melt with pure joy. Pedro had cared about me enough to leave his mark. He wanted me to know that he wanted me. Not just at this very moment, but even after. He wanted to make the best first impression he possibly could. I softly bucked my hips up against his, begging for some kind of friction from him. He let out a short chuckle, looking back at me and caressing my face in his hands.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

My body let out a hum of delight, his words filling my heart and lower abdomen with butterflies.

“Please daddy. I need you now.”

I begged with all of my heart and soul, wanting to let him know just how much I meant what I said. He needed to understand that I was clay in his hands, waiting to be molded and created.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Pedro left my upper body and pulled off my shorts. He positioned himself to place kisses on my inner thigh, making sure to leave more marks on me. I knew he could see and feel the warmth pooling at my center, he knew how ready I was. Yet he continued to tease me like this. Asshole.

Just as I was about to say something, he looked up into my eyes as he began using his teeth to remove my panties. The sheer sight alone was almost enough to send me off. This is the kind of shit I thought only happened in romance novels or something. Surely no man was ever this willing to go through all this trouble to further turn a woman on. But here he was, giving his all to please little old me. I felt my mouth pull into a genuine smile, my cheeks burning at my complete vulnerability and nakedness before him.

Once he got to my knees, he used his fingers to remove the fabric. I lifted my legs to help, feeling slightly guilty that he was doing all the work. After my clothing was strewn out on floor, Pedro took another longing look at me, doing his best to remember every inch of me in this moment. I could tell that he never wanted to forget this, and I never wanted to either. He then let out a soft breath.

“You’re so beautiful, mi amor.”

He spoke as if he were in a trance, like the sight of my body enough to completely hypnotize him.

“I’m all yours, daddy.”

My words snapped Pedro out of his thoughts, his eyes darting to meet mine. He licked his lips and hovered down between my legs. I spread my legs to give him more access. He wasted no time and gingerly places his lips on my folds. The sudden warmth made my shiver, my sex quivering for him. I let out a sigh of relief, but there was still an enormous amount of frustration in my body.

“I need you now, Pedro. Please. Please daddy.”

Pedro chuckled, the sound vibrating against me, tingling my bundle of nerves.

“Anything for you, baby girl.”

He then inserted two digits, spreading them apart to help adjust me for his length. He made sure to swirl his fingers around a bit, and then pump them in and out of me. I could hear my wetness through my groans, further turning me on.

Just as I was beginning to get used to his fingers, he pulled them out and put them in his mouth. The sight of him sucking my juices off of his own fingers was an absolute dream. This man kept on amazing me with his dedication to me. He lifted himself off the bed to remove his jeans and briefs. His cock sprung out of its restraints, almost completely erect already. In a swift movement, he grabbed the condom from the side of the bed and tore it open. All I could do was fixate on him rolling it onto himself. I found myself wanted to watch him pump himself, I wanted to see him finish himself.

“God you’re so fucking hot when you look at me like that, baby. It turns me on so fucking much.”

I smiled a shy grin, my cheeks flushing once again. Pedro bent down to give me a hungry kiss, his tongue now exploring my mouth. He pulled away and positioned himself to enter me. He pulled my body towards the end of the bed, my legs leaning of the end. His grip on my thighs tightened, pushing his cock to my entrance. With a rough inhale, he slowly slid into me, making sure I was alright.

“You can tell me if anything hurts, sweetheart. I’m more than willing to take my time.”

I looked up at him, shaking my head.

“No, Pedro, I’m fine. Really. You’re doing perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.”

He nodded and finally pushed himself all the way into me. He quickly pulled out, my slickness aiding him. Then he began to slide in and out, his tempo growing faster with every thrust. Before I could gather myself together, he started swirling his thumb on my clit. He was sending me further than I ever thought I could go. Without missing a beat, my body reacted to his thrusts and rubbing by releasing itself. I felt myself fucking squirting on him. As soon as he noticed, he let out a deep groan of delight.

“Oh fucking yes, baby. That’s it. Squirt all over daddy.”

I noticed my moans growing louder and louder with each movement he made. I was grabbing at my bedsheets, begging for release. The tension was building up in me faster than I could handle. I also began letting out high pitched moans, reminding myself of a porn star or something. It sounded so unrealistic to me, almost overdramatic. But here I was, putting no effort into these noises, all of them purely natural responses.

“Yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck.”

I muttered, almost forgetting how to speak through this euphoria.

“I’m so fucking close daddy!”

My lower abdomen had a feeling of tight coils being bunched together, tighter and tighter with every breath. I knew that I only had seconds before they would release.

“Yes baby girl, that’s it. Come for daddy.”

Pedro sped up his pace on my clit and thrusted harder, hitting my sweet spot. Within a few more thrusts, I felt it hit me. My climax had began and I was now riding off my own high. My eyes had slammed shut and tears were forming in them. I let out a squeal of absolute pleasure, my body almost convulsing from the amount of pure release. I managed to grab Pedro’s arms and began to squeeze, trying to find some sort of stability through my high. I was practically screaming for him at this point, not knowing what else to do. I’d only ever experienced a few climaxes this intense before, and they had all been a long while ago.

Pedro had begun his climax as soon as my walls tightened around him as I started mine. His cock twitched inside me, growing softer by the second. He let out a bundle of english and spanish curses, his grip on my hips tightening as much as mine on him. As soon as he was finished, he pulled out and removed his condom. He tied the end and tossed in it my trash bin by my nightstand. While he did so, I was still left in a daze, stuck staring up at my ceiling. It felt as though my life had been complete, for I had experienced the greatest high known to man. There was nothing else left that could ever compare to that feeling. I had reached the very top.

“You thinking again, honey?”

Pedro had put on his briefs and jeans, then his shirt. He’d gathered my clothes and placed them beside my on the bed.

“Yeah. Just thinking about nothing.”

He simply nodded and sat on my bed. I lifted myself up to put on my panties and went to my dresser to grab a t-shirt to sleep in. I found my oversized Fleetwood Mac shirt and slid it on, turning around to face Pedro. He took a look at my shirt and grinned.

“You’ve got a taste for men and music. You’re my dream girl.”

We both laughed as I laid myself on my bed. I cover myself with the duvet and reached out to touch Pedro’s lap.

“Are you gonna leave now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, though. You’re much more entertaining than anything outside, my dear.”

He slid himself under my covers, cuddling me in his arms, kissing me. I felt at home; I felt truly complete. A part of me knew that this is what I want for the rest of my life. Pedro was the key to my happiness. I would never be the same without him, and I needed to keep him forever. I internally shook my head at my own self. I’m turning into a fucking sap for this man. I knew that we would never work out, but my heart still ached for him.

I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb caressing his face. His slight stubble creating a pleasing friction against my skin.

“So what exactly did you see in me?”

He looked almost shocked at my question, completely caught off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you find me so attractive that you’re currently risking your life to sleep with me?”

He chuckled and shook his head, rubbing his thumb on my face as I did his.

“I just saw something different in you. The way you held yourself, the way you looked me in the eyes as we talked. You were completely sincere in every way, and you have this undeniable charm about you. You’re so intoxicating to me.”

My heart swelled at his words. Was I really like that? I mean, I try my best to be nice to everyone I meet, but I didn’t think I was so full of compassion. I never really thought that I was different in a good way, or that I even stood out to anyone. I felt tears growing in my eyes, slowly sliding down my face. Pedro suddenly looked concerned, worried that he’d said something wrong.

“I’m sorry, was that not what you wanted to hear? I-I mean-“

“No Pedro, it was more than what I could’ve ever expected. No ones ever said anything so kind about me. I don’t think anyone has ever given me much thought before.”

“Well then everyone else is a fucking idiot, sweetheart. You’re everything and then some, and only a fool would miss something as incredible as that.”

We pulled together and kissed once again, our hands wrapped around each other in a longing embrace. I pulled away and smiled at Pedro.

“Now when did you figure out that I had a thing for you? Or for older guys in general?”

I teased him, giving him a toothy grin. He lightly pushed me away while I burst out giggling.

“Sweetheart, I knew you had a thing for older men the minute we met. I saw how you looked at me before you even knew who I was. I saw the thirst in your eyes.”

I blinked at him, slightly embarrassed at my own self for being so easy to read like that.

“Was it really that obvious?”

“Definitely, and you know what?”

“What?”

Pedro paused, reaching towards me to tuck a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. Then he placed a soft kiss on my nose, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.

“I totally fucking loved it.”

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2020 HP Cross Gen Fest Anonymous Masterlist

Here is the complete Anonymous Masterlist for the 2020 @hp-crossgenfest! Reveals will be going up in a few days on Friday, August 28, so you've still got some time to make your way through any entries you might have missed. Don't forget to leave some love for the wonderful authors and artists! <3

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absolution [Aberforth/Severus | Mature] Snape is released after a couple of years in Azkaban; the terms of his parole include apologizing in person to Albus Dumbledore’s brother. His stoicism falls apart in the face of Aberforth’s forgiveness.

A Portrait with Someone New [Luna/Remus | Teen] Luna and Remus happily expecting (in 2004).

Extra Credit [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy has trouble concentrating in Prof. Granger-Weasley's class. However will he manage to make up the extra credit?

A day in the sun [Harry/Severus | General] Severus has been turned into a merman without his consent. Harry still accepts them and helps them reconcile the change, see its benefits, and get some of their own back.

One Bright Day [Amelia/Tonks | General] Amelia and Tonks meeting under an umbrella and a rainbow.

What Lily Knew [Draco/Lily Luna | General] Draco and Lily attend the same adult art class, but it isn't until he sees her finished piece that he understands what Lily knew all along.

FIC

Talk to Me [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Sentenced to serve his time in Azkaban after the Battle of Hogwarts, Snape is startled out of his depression by the inevitable fights during Potter's frequent visits. What will he say to the man when he is free to walk out into the Wizarding World and speak his mind?

Everything he's ever wanted [Harry/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy had hoped that a few years in Australia would be enough to cure him of his feelings for Harry, but when he returns home and gets some unexpected news, he can't stop the feelings rushing back. The only difference is, this time he might actually have a chance.

The Apprenticeship [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit] Prompt: Draco always gets what he wants. Even if he has to take it by force.

Battleline [Draco/James Sirius | Explicit] The wizarding world believes James Sirius Potter works for his uncle as a Curse-Breaker, but the truth is that he's one of the Auror Department's most effective undercover agents. After months of waiting he's finally got a new case, but this assignment involves him going in as himself, without the disguises he's come to rely on. More importantly, he's meant to be taking down the one person long-suspected of being the most influential wizard in Britain's criminal underworld: Draco Malfoy.

Truth from Dare [Harry/Scorpius | Teen] During a late night game of Truth or Dare after a fun Saturday out with Albus, Rose, and their friends, Scorpius finds himself being kissed by Harry Potter as a dare. But it's just a game, right?

we who walk in shadows black [Harry/Lord Voldemort | Mature] In which Harry Potter is a vicious little gremlin who knows too much, and Lord Voldemort adores him for it.

Advanced Lunacy [Harry/Severus | Mature] Luna accidentally discovers something, and now the whole Wizarding World is abuzz about it. Meanwhile, Snape keeps appearing in Harry's dreams frequently.

There's No Such Thing as Getting Out of Hand [Narcissa/Pansy | Explicit] When Narcissa Malfoy finds herself confronted with a tempting treat all grown up, will she quash her appetite or sink her teeth in?

The Most Expensive Date [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Harry just wanted a quiet evening at home, instead he is being auctioned off at a charity event like a piece of meat. Prepared to have a terrible night, Harry is incredibly relieved when the highest bidder turns out to be none other than Scorpius Malfoy—a nice boy who couldn’t possibly have an ulterior motive... right?

the gentleness that comes [Harry/Severus | Explicit] There's something bothering Severus, and Harry wants to help. It's easier for Severus to let go when he's exploring his submissive side, so Harry plans a weekend to show him just how loved he is, and how much Harry wants to care for him.

A Technicality [Hermione/Rabastan/Regulus | General] A ritual to cleanse Hermione's new house has unexpected consequences.

a little bit of grit [Draco/Severus | Mature] Draco is a contract potioneer who specialises in medical research. Severus is... not dead, for one.

Vacanze Romane [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] When he let Scorpius help plan his vacation, Harry had no idea just how involved he would be.

Her Pleasure [Draco/Lily Luna & Harry/Narcissa | Explicit] He likes to please his woman.

no wrong answers [Harry/Remus/Sirius | Explicit] It's almost five years since the war ended, and after an intense bout of aimless wandering and travel, Harry's come back home and is living at Grimmauld Place with Remus and Sirius. Their relationship fills him up with warmth - they deserve to be happy, and it's obvious that he wants what they have. But maybe, just maybe, Harry wants more than a relationship like the one Remus and Sirius have. Maybe he wants that relationship. Maybe he wants them.

Gouge Away [Millicent/Victoire | Teen] The Weasley girl has developed a keen fascination with Millicent's woodworking shop. Millicent can't seem to get rid of her, no matter how hard she tries.

Late One Night [Hermione/Kingsley | Explicit] Late one night, Hermione finally makes her move.

Hyperion [Harry/Scorpius | General] Scorpius is a Veela and Harry is his mate.

Summer Rain [Harry/Regulus | Explicit] A rainy day gives Harry the perfect opportunity to seduce Regulus.

Summer Heat [Lily Luna/Luna | Explicit] A unexpected visit from Lily's godmother makes a boring summer weekend suddenly a lot less boring.

On the Deficiencies of Translation Spells [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Divorced, single, and free, Harry lives a completely unapologetic life in Paris. Between casual hook-ups and an easy, comfortable job, he likes to think he is as close to happiness as he'll ever be. And when he gets offered a teaching job at the prestigious Académie Beauxbâtons, he thinks he may have found exactly what was missing. But Harry is thoroughly unprepared for what he finds there - a familiar face that's been haunting his dreams for six years.

Save Me From Her Stone-Cold Gaze [Harry/Tom Riddle | General] Tom Riddle has spent years looking for the Chamber of Secrets, and he's glad he can finally purge the school of Mudbloods. At least, that was the plan. It turns out the basilisk wasn't happy to be controlled, and Tom is forced to make a deal with the Master of Death (and maybe fall in love with him).

break on me like light [Charlie/Sirius | Mature] When the Order brings Sirius Black to Charlie, the man is still covered in the grime of Azkaban. A story wherein Sirius is still a little broken, calls Charlie kid, and Charlie is far too sweet.

Fire for You [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Nothing can make them keep their hands off each other.

Waving Through A Window, Suddenly [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Severus Snape was alive and free and perfectly satisfied with his life. He stayed away from other people and he did what he wanted. And if he felt like he was looking through a window at everyone else, that was alright, because he didn't need them anyway. Until Harry Potter moved in across the street, that is. Suddenly, just looking through the window wasn't enough for Severus anymore.

Trying not to think [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] She couldn't even remember the last time her and Ron had left the lights on during sex, let alone the last time he’d complimented her, so watching Teddy struggle to keep his hands to his side while she stepped out of her dress was quite the ego boost.

Puddlemere’s New Man [Oliver/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy is willing to put in the work. He’s willing to practice twice as hard as anyone else, except that no one can out-work Oliver — a fact that Teddy finds he doesn’t mind in the least.

Maybe I'm Amazed [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit] Albus Potter never set out to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. A small story telling how Albus and Draco came to be married. On their wedding night they dance, talk and make love.

Learning to Fly [Harry/Severus | Mature] Post-war, Severus is found not guilty, but due to the stigma in the Wizarding world, he decides to live life as a Muggle, leaving everything (but his wand) behind. Harry is overwhelmed, barely having any time to grieve, he keeps being recognised in the street and strangers ask too much of him. He finds solace in the Muggle world, finally exploring who he is without the threat of death, he finds himself in a Muggle kink club watching Severus Snape tying up a young man, and he wants.

Best Man [Harry/Scorpius | Mature] In the years since his divorce from Ginny, Harry Potter hasn't cared much for dating, let alone had feelings for anyone strong enough to pursue. Now that his son's wedding is on the horizon, the Best Man, Scorpius Malfoy, has been spending extra time getting input from the Father of the Groom. And Harry finds he doesn't mind Scorpius' constant company one bit.

The Ache For Love Was Palpable [Lily/Minerva | Mature] Lily once had a crush no one ever knew about. She thought it was just a schoolgirl pash on a favorite professor, but working for the Order throws her and McGonagall constantly together. Even though she's a married woman now, Lily's feelings for Minerva come back in a rush, even stronger than before. "I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable." - Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair

Fields of Strawberries [Harry/Remus | Explicit] As much as Remus has done for Harry over the years, this is the least he could do. Little did Harry know what he would discover about himself when he volunteered to marry Remus so he could keep custody of his infant son Teddy.

Writing Harry [Harry/Severus | Explicit] After the war, Harry Potter begins writing letters to Severus.

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

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Nova & Bowie

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Listen if I were to ever write an original novel staring Nova, her and Bowie would be endgame. The only person who knows Nova better than Bowie is her twin sister, and I can’t think of someone Nova trusts more than she does Bowie.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Nova had a small crush on Bowie from a young age. But Bowie doesn’t fall in love with her until she leaves Portland for years and comes back as an adult. Only distance and time would help him see her as a full grown woman and not the nervous/giggly nine year old he met on his first day of work. 

How was their first kiss? - Careful. Slow. Chaste. I get the feeling it would’ve happened late at night? Either working late at the Shop or perhaps at Bowie’s house which is where I imagine Nova would stay when visiting Portland rather than a hotel. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Bowie. Probably after one of his shows, his final song of the night some beautiful love song he wrote and dedicated to Nova. When she heads back stage to retrieve him and head home he tells “Just gotta do one thing.” and then gets down on one knee, probably even has a beautiful speech. Nova definitely gets overwhelmed and sobs while she says yes. 

Who is the best man/men? - Bowie’s old high school bandmates who I never thought up names for. 

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Jenna is the Maid of Honour of course, other bride’s mades include Jenna’s friends who are also on good terms with Nova (Kimi, Naomi, Maddison)

Who did the most planning? - I like to think they planned together the whole way through. 

Who stressed the most? - Nova. But she always stressed. 

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 (I think Bowie would’ve wanted something fancier but neither of them are Religious and the both come from small families so something small and casual)| Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I know this question is supposed to be about like who do they hate so much they wouldn’t invite them to the wedding but honestly they wouldn’t not invite anyone out of malice. Obviously the only person they don’t officially invite is Ivan because he’s passed away and cannot be officially invited. But they do make sure to have an empty seat at their ceremony and reception just for him.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Despite her anxieties and insecurities, Bowie is one of the few people Nova trusts to be on top. Though he’s not aways on top, and he’s more than happy to allow her to take over.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Mmm probably Bowie. Just because Nova’s drive is just so low.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys (I could see Bowie maybe using toys on Nova, also as long as Nova is given detailed information on a kink she’s willing to try at least a few things) | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Bowie’s got some pretty good endurance I’d think. And Nova can take a while just due to the fact that she struggles with that sort of thing. On a good day where they both finish it’d say 23-30 minutes, not including their foreplay.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - I think Bowie would want to make sure Nova is getting as much as she gives. But Nova... she has a lot of issues surrounding sex, she knows that finishing for her is hit or miss (more often than not it’s miss) and on top of that Nova is likely to cry after sex but it’s especially worse (to her) after an orgasm, so she tends to insist that she’s fine going with out. 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 0

How many children will they adopt? - Also 0. But they’re both an amazing aunt and uncle to Jenna’s kid.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Bowie.

Who is the stricter godparent? - Mmm probably Bowie.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - The both would.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Nova, but only because Bowie makes delicious food the previous night when Jenna’s kid stays with them and Nova just has to pack it up.

Who is the more loved godparent? -  Their nibbling loves the two of them for different reasons but they’re loved equally.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? - Bowie.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Nova

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Bowie

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - I don’t think either of them are

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both of them together. Unironically, grocery shopping together is one of their “date nights”.

How often do they bake desserts? - Birthdays and Holidays

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - I think while neither of them are fully vegan/vegetarian they both lean more plant based.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Bowie.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Nova.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Nova

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Nova, usually. Cleaning helps her clear her head when she’s in a bad space. But if she’s in the kind of headspace where she’s overwhelmed Bowie definitely steps up for her.

Who is really against chores? - Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Bowie.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Nova.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Bowie.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Nova

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Nova usually but sometimes Bowie joins her.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Christmas. 

What are their goals for the relationship? - To be there for one another. To wake up every morning and choose each other. Other typical relationship stuff.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - bisshh they’re their own bosses they both wake up at noon.

Who plays the most pranks? - I don’t think either of them are the prank type.

[rohan-kishibaby]

All of them for the ask game

H-holy shit, all of them???

Okay then..!

Jareth: Who was your first celebrity crush?

Konomi Suzuki.. Honestly i never had a "celebrity crush" and i never understood why people do. Then i saw her and i was like. "oh s h i t"

Ludo: Favourite Animal?

Cats or ferrets

The oubliette: what's your greatest fear?

Oh shit that's difficult.

I fucking hate bugs.

Sarah: are you a realist or an idealist?

depends i guess.

Sir Didymus: What's your Zodiac?

Capricorn!!

Hoggle: What's one ambition you have?

I want to write a full multi-chapter fic. I don't have much experience but things like Apocrypha and Where's My Grimoire have really inspired me to want to write an over-arching story..!

The BulgeTM: Sexual Orientation?

I am a lesbian i thought you were american

Dance Magic: One song you love?

ROB THE FRONTIER by UVERworld

Chilly Down: One song you hate?

i don't really have specific songs that i hate?

The Labyrinth: Least favourite subject in school?

Geography.

Goblin's Castle: What's your greatest achievement?

Um

Bog of Eternal Stench: what's your most embarassing moment?

U m

Too many to choose

Toby: are you an only child?

I have an older brother

The Crystals: if you had one wish, what would it be?

Enough money to travel the world. So i really can see everything.

The fireys: someone who annoys you

Uhhhhhhhhh.. Mostly just brat kids at school if i'm being honest. Or my cat.

The underground: top 3 favourite blogs?

Oh lord how do i choose just 3.

@spriggan-tail @phoenix-before-the-flame @ask-yuuception are 3 of my OG favourites.

Jareth's Riding Crop: Any Kinks?

o//////o maybe.

The Peach: Do you remember your dreams?

sometimes. or sometimes i'll forget a dream that i know was interesting and it annoys the shit out of me.

I also have dreams that predict the future sometimes and it's pretty freaky.

Within You: Are you crushing on anyone right now?

That's. A complicated question. Guess i'll just come out and say that i'm not long out of a really rough break-up. the relationship was incredibly toxic and my feelings have been absolutely everywhere since then.

Things are getting better, though.

Goblins: Do you work better alone or with a group?

ALONE

As the world falls down: what's your favourite bowie song?

Doesn't actually know any outside of the film

Jareths Necklace: What's one thing you can't leave home without?

My glasses and my headphones. I'm weird as hell and it actually gives me anxiety to be on the street without my music?

And i just think i look better with my glasses, so i prefer to wear them. Plus if i don't wear them all day i get headaches, and i generally see better when i wear them. I'm not blind without them, but i'm short-sighted in my right eye.

The masks: do you like to wear makeup?

I would like to try light eyeshadow someday. Like gradients n stuff but nothing h u g e. I just think it looks pretty.. But i hardly wear makeup at all.

The Blue Worm: Coffee or tea?

T E A

Jareth's eyebrows: Single or Taken?

Think it's painfully obvious that i'm single :'))

Sarah's room: do you have any posters?

I used to have shit tons of them but they tore in a move.

I have one Pokemon Adventures: FireRed and LeafGreen poster from a manga set that my Uncle got me, and it's hung up in my self proclaimed Manga Closet. (i have a really nice closet with a buncha shelves so i put all my Fairy Tail manga and some others in there. My Black Clover Manga is in my main room above my bed though.)

The Book: Do you like to read?

I've loved reading all my life. But i'm kinda picky about books. Same goes for fanfiction and manga. I'm weird with what i get into and i will cling to it and never let go.

Bowies Eyes: How would you rate The Labyrinth out of 10?

I haven't actually watched it in years. I loved it when i was a kid though, so i'll say 7. But i really wanna give it another watch after this lol. I'll see if i can find and watch it.

Thank you for this ask!! though, it did shock me a little bit..!

[hobiheavenly]

“You’re still the one I love” (JHS)

✧ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

✧ One shot, Domestic AU, Fluff, Smut 

✧ Warnings: fingering, sir kink, praise kink, penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, dirty talk

✧ Word Count: 6.5K

✧ Summary: Living a peaceful life with your husband and daughter is truly your source of happiness. But even with a happy life you start wonder if he ever regrets how his life turned out because of you. What would have happened if you had not gotten pregnant when you were both still in college? does he even truly love his present life? 

✧ A/N: you know for a hoseok stan i never really got into making a story for him. I wanted to give myslef the indulgence of writing about my bias in the sweetest way possible. when I say I went soft while writing this fic I MEAN SOFT AS A FLUFF BALL! i truly hope you all like it (●´ω｀●)

Happiness comes in many forms and through different ways. Some find happiness in having a lot of money or buying different things, others preferring small details that made life better like singing in your car when your favorite song is playing or walking on a sunny breezy day. For you it was your family. Nothing beats having your 4 year old daughter Seohyun and your husband, Hoseok, together with you thinking of silly ways to make you smile.

Seohyun was the quirky little goblin that filled your days with smiles and would always have a new word of the week. She had her fathers playful eyes, her mother's plush lips, and according to your brother Yoongi, a small kitty cat nose. She looked like a cute doll but contrary to a doll she was incredibly hyperactive.

For you happiness came in the form of Saturday morning pancakes where your daughter would always help by adding things to the mixing bowl or decorating the pancakes with fruit or powder sugar, all while trying to avoid getting Hoseok to eat all the chocolate chips.

“Look they’re saying something” he put the chocolate bag close to his ears, “what’s that, chocolate chips-ssi? You want me to eat you? That you want to be together in my tummy?”

“Papa, chocolate can't talk!!” The child pouts, “if you eat them all there won’t be enough for all of us!”

“Ahh alright! But I might starve and end up so skinny that the wind will blow me away all because you didn’t give me chocolate” Hoseok teased the infant to make her more angry but instead her reaction came in the form of a wail as tears ran through her face and she went to hug him.

“I DON'T WANT PAPA TO FLY AWAY WITH THE WIND!!”

It was adorable to see the tall lean man carry the child in his arms. Gone was the Hoseok you met in college who would dye his hair every 3 months and party every night without a care in the world. In his place stood a brown haired man who looked more formal but the childish spark was still there. He was now a responsible family man who was desperately trying to console his daughter to stop crying. In your eyes they were both the sunshine of your life. You set the last pancake on the plate and turn to where your family was.

“Hobi, stop that! You’re scaring her!!” You slapped his arm lightly and turned to your daughter, “Papa won’t leave because I keep him well fed and also he is filled with lots of love so can’t ever fly away. Plus I can always tie him down with a string if that happens”

You wrap your arms around your husband’s waist and send a wink to your daughter. Seohyun’s face lights up instantly, her emotions always so easily changing and so expressive, “Like a balloon!” She laughs as she gets down from her dad’s arms to continue her decorating job, “a Papa Balloon!”

“Tie me down?” Hoseok whispers into your ear hugging you back firmly, “Like bondage? Now that’s something I’d like to see you try” the comment making you roll your eyes but your smile was still on your face. As Seohyun concentrated on continuing the decorations for the pancakes, Hoseok spun you around catching your face “do you still remember the time we made pancakes the first time after buying the house? We truly christened the place”

He winked devilishly, his hands sliding to your sides as he pulled close to him. Even after 5 years of marriage your husband was still the king of wanting to get you hot and bothered in the most inconvenient of places. He knew you would blush just like you are right now and loved seeing you react so coily in front of others because he knew that if you were alone your reaction would be different.

“How about we don’t traumatize our daughter first thing in morning?” You smile playfully at your husband spanking his butt in the process.

Hoseok kisses you lightly at first but his kisses quickly deepen in a span of a second. Five years together and he still had the ability to make you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day with just one kiss.

“EWWWW GWOSS!” Seohyun interrupted the kiss by sticking her tongue out making a gagging sound at her parents, “can you not be so kissy kissy! I haven’t had breakfast yet!”

Someone was spending too much time with uncle Yoongi. That’s exactly the type of reaction he would give whenever you and Hoseok would display affection towards one another, the only difference being Yoongi was less adorable when he said that.

The three of you sat in the floor using the small table in the living room to eat your breakfast and Seohyun would turn on the tv for her morning cartoons. Most of the time you would watch along with her and enjoy the show, laughing at the figures in the screen or having Hoseok trying to imitate the funny voices as you laugh at his terrible impersonations. It was the moments together, the little details, the laughter, and company that made everything so worthwhile.

“Seo, we gotta start getting ready for when Yoongi gets here so we can all go to the dance studio” You called out the child once you finished breakfast, only to be met with deaf ears. Your daughter too busy watching cartoons about magical girls saving the day to even notice your calling.

“Let her enjoy the show it’s almost over anyways. Let’s get everything ready” Hoseok took the plates and left them in the sink while you followed behind after cleaning the table. Just as you prepared to wash the dishes, suddenly you felt your husband’s arms surround your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you scrubbed away. “Mrs. Jung, we didn’t finish the discussion we had earlier about bondage”

Hoseok loved saying your married surname when you were intimate, because to him the fact that you were even married was always a blessing in his mind. Sure a cute nickname would be the obvious choice for anyone but for him, as ridiculous as it sounded, he liked something out of the ordinary and a name that defined you as his. Because from the moment you met in that frat party his friends were throwing, the moment you locked eyes, he knew he was done for. You had to be his. He would move sky, heaven, and earth to make you his own. And the moment you reciprocate his feelings and then some, he was locked forever to your life. To him you were perfect.

“Mr. Jung, need I remind you our daughter is in the living room…” you whispered softly, not letting him see how his words affected you as you continued cleaning the dishes.

Hoseok gave a half smile, “If that’s the case we can always go upstairs...I might need your help to get into my athletic clothing”

He kissed the crook of your neck and slowly pecked small kisses leading a trail to your nape as he used his index to stroke gently the outline of your spine. The chill of excitement was automatic. Your husband knew your buttons and loved pushing them to the limit, knowing you would be the voice of reason who would always shut him down. But he always loved seeing just how much you were willing to cave in for him. He did this almost routinely. Anything he could do to get you to blush or be all hot and bothered was his favorite thing.

Normally you were quick to shut him down, being the voice of reason in this family meant also having to tell your husband to stop trying to seduce you so early in the morning. But this time you were in a playful mood, maybe it was the kiss he just gave you earlier or maybe the perfect morning that had you in a good mood. You shut off the water, turning your head slightly you look at him with darkened eyes, “I’ll meet you in the room in a minute” your voice dropped as low as you pressed your ass to his crotch, “you better make it good because we don’t have much time.”

“Have I ever let you down?” He had not ever in his time with you ever let you down. One of the 10,469 reasons why you love Hoseok: his sexual appetite and prowess never leave your unsatisfied.

Once you finished with the dishes, rushing more than usual, you headed to the master bedroom and closed the door locking it. Living with a 4 year old meant that she could burst through the door at any moment. Not that Seohyun was gonna stop watching her show anytime soon. While closing, Hoseok pulled you from behind close to him near the bed as he pulled down your pijamada shorts and underwear so fast it didn’t give you much time to react.

“You may have been acting cold and collected downstairs but I know your slutty little pussy has been hot and wet for me” once again he was correct, not that you ever admitted it openly. His middle finger was quick to find your core, slipping inside, and tracing circles on your clit. Your cunt clenching him in its moistened entrance.

“Take responsibility then” you smirked teasing him to try. Challenge accepted. The pace of his fingers quickened on the spot shortening your breathing. His digits start pumping inside you so rhythmically quickly making you lose your mind. It was easy to drown in his scent, in the sound of both your breathing, and the smell of sex emanating from your needy cunt.

“Break down for me. Show me how much you love feeling me” Hoseok urges you. You arch your back, feeling his hardened dick pressing against your ass again and you bite your lip fighting back the urge to moan the pleasure you were feeling.

Big mistake. He wanted you to let yourself go, moan his name and have you begging for more, and he knew the exact way to do it. With the hand he had free, he moistens the thumb and the places it on your breast as he flicks your nipple and ocasionally pinches it. In the position you were both in he couldn’t suckle your breast but feeling the wet feeling of his finger  were enough to have your nipples harden quickly. And to add the heat he licked your spine tasting your skin of your back. 

Even when the gesture was simple, it felt like you were being touched by a torch, your body getting hotter and hotter. You exhaled a long restrained moan, hoping not to make too much noise. His fingers easily finding your sweet spot, the endless torture causing your pussy to clench at the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers inside you. “Hobi….I’m so close” the waves of orgasm were getting higher, you could feel one coming. You cover your mouth letting out a muffled scream as the orgasm hits you, legs trembling like a baby deer. Had it not been because he was holding you, you could have fallen out of the weakness you felt.

Suddenly the doorbell interrupted the both of you causing Hoseok to actually jump in his place and pull his hand away. You could hear Seohyun run fast to get the door, greeting the new visitors with a happy squeal. “UNCLE YOONGI! UNCLE JIMIN!”

“There’s my little kitten!” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the entrance. The both of you exhale deeply,  accustomed to interruptions in your sexual activities at this point. Hoseok cleaned your cum with his finger and sucked on it tasting your flavor as he winked with a sparkle in his eye as if to say, “we’ll finish this later”. You both quickly change clothes and go downstairs to greet your brother who was accompanied by his boyfriend, Park Jimin. But just as you see him he greets you with a stern look on his face, “I hope your face is red because you were running”

Your eyes widened at the comment. As you look into the mirror in the hall you see your brother is right, your face was red from blushing so much all thanks to your naughty little husband who was giggling in the background. “What can I say I still have that effect on her” Hoseok shrugs smugly causing you to punch him in the arm.

“Ew gross, stop talking about my sister like that”

“Yoongi, they’ve literally been married for 5 years now” Jimin laughed behind him, “When are you ever gonna get used to that?”

“When hell freezes, I still don’t see what she sees in you but apparently you make her happy” Yoongi shrugs but quickly decides to ignore everyone else in favor of Seohyun who was tugging at his shirt and lifting her arms in sign that she wanted to be carried, “Seohyunnie! have you been a good girl?”

The child nodded her head vehemently as Yoongi started spreading kisses all over her face making her giggle. To say that Seohyun loved her uncle was an understatement of the century. As much as she loved her mom and dad to the Moon and back, she adored Yoongi to Pluto and back. And he in turn adored the munchkin to the point of spoiling her, something that you sometimes disapproved of but in the end you knew Seohyun always had her way.

You turn to your daughter who was now filling your brother’s face with little kisses “Are you ready to go out with Uncle Yoongi? Do you have everything ready in your bag? Look at you you haven’t even changed out of your pjs!”

Seohyun looks at you smugly, “Mama, I’m a big girl now! I so can take care of myself!”

Hoseok smiles as he interjects, “oh yeah, big girl? What’s 4340 times 13?” Seohyun gives a prolonged “uhh” as if she were ever to know the answer to that question at such a young age. “See that’s what I thought. Until you are able to answer that question you are still our baby and as such you have to follow what Mama says”

The child pouts as she hugs her uncle, hiding her face in the crook if his neck while making her trademark pout she always made when things didn’t go her way. “Come on Kitten, lets get your stuff ready. It’s best we get a move on quick. The rest of the guys are at the studio waiting for us and we still gotta create the choreography for Jimin’s new presentation”

The three men knew each other from their high school days, the three of them had always had an interest in the art of music and dance. Though time has passed since all of them finished college, every weekend they would get together and help each other out. Even when Hoseok didn’t professionally dance anymore, he was still one to help out when needed.

“After this you better pay me for my services Jimin! I may be your friend but I have a family to feed” Hoseok teased his friend.

“Yes, hyung, as soon as I win the competition and get the prize money I’ll give you your share I promise” Jimin smiled seeing the two men go up the stairs to change leaving the two of you alone. “I hope we didn’t interrupt your morning, I’m just super pumped to have Hyung teach me the new dance choreo”

“Oh, not really, we were already done with breakfast. But thank you so much for letting Seohyun join you guys for dance practice. Right now she’s in her ballerina phase so she’s been wanting to dance all over the place” You laughed remembering the little twirls and dance movements she would do around the house. Hoseok was very happy with this considering that dance was his major. Unfortunately the new hobby had cost them quite a few decorations around the house to be broken because Seohyun would lose her balance and knock things down.  

“No trouble at all! We love having her around she’s really cheerful and energetic like hyung but has the same smart mouth as you and her uncle” Jimin smiled his characteristing sweet smile “I’m always so impressed to see him act like such an adult! I mean if you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant so soon I bet he would still be living the party life like we did in college and he would be dancing professionally but truly married life has brought him down to become a loving father” Jimin laughed at his own comment but you didn’t return the favor. Even when Jimin didn’t mean ill when he said those words but it still carried something that hurt you deep inside.

It was true what he said. You got pregnant while in college, both of you having to quit all your dreams of travel and exploring like you once wished and instead did everything you could to get a job and obtain a house for your family. There was a time Hoseok even had to do two jobs to save enough money for baby supplies and expenses. Certain times you felt guilty for taking away Hoseok’s chance at dancing professionally and pursuing his dreams all because you got pregnant.

Hoseok never really held it against you though. By all means he was mature enough to take responsibility from the beginning and wipe away your insecurities. You remember how much you cried thinking that he was bound to leave you at the moment you told him. He had never mentioned making family to you so you were safe to assume that he didn’t want any.

“You thought I was gonna leave you like this?” He had said when you told him the news, “I would never be that cowardly! I love you and sure we probably skipped a couple of steps in the process of our relationship but I’m sure we can manage just fine. It’s you and me against the world, babe!” He placed a hand gently into your flat belly and cooed, “and other babe!”

Even when you faced hardships and criticism from many including your own families, you both stayed together through thick and thin. The pregnancy came with a cost. You ended up finishing college earlier in favor of a 9-5 job, Hoseok went into a store business in which later time he would become associate and earned good money and you went into the customer service world only to later discontinue that job once the pregnancy became so huge it was hurting your body to even do simple things. Your husband decided to take the ropes of the situation and was able to manage the income himself. “at least till the baby is born” he said. You felt guilty that you had to see him juggle two jobs because your feet were so swollen you couldn’t handle even standing for long periods of time. But once Seohyun was born that fateful spring day, everything seemed to show that all your hard efforts had been worth it.

The sound of your family coming down the stairs broke your thoughts and returned you to the present reality. The trip down memory lane was a bittersweet one that still left you with a sad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Your husband who now dressed in loose comfortable clothing of a white shirt and cargo pants carried Seohyun in his back. Your daughter being the creative little flamingo she was opted for a very colorful ensemble of pink leggins, white shirt, and an adorable baby pink tutu as she held her favorite My Neighbor Totoro plushie in her hand that was given to her by her uncle Yoongi (he had introduced Seohyun to Ghibli movies since she was able to speak and at this point could quote Totoro entirely). Hoseok came close to you and pecked your lips while your daughter pecked your forehead at the same time, the action causing a small smile to peak from your lips. “Come on Babe, let’s pop, lock and roll outta here”

———— * ————* ————* ————* ————* 

“J-HOOOOOOPE!” The roaring wave from the whole group of men and women in the dance studio welcomed you as you came in. Everyone knew Hoseok, shook his hand, and hugged him. He was in his world being the center of attention and getting everyone in line to start practice. You sat down next to Yoongi who was busy with his laptop doing some edits at the side of the room observing everything.

Your husband started the lesson and his second in command, little baby Seohyun in a pink tutu stood right next to him but at the other end of the room ready to get into the dance on her own. It was adorable seeing her try to imitate Hoseok and the others while adding so many more different movements that didn’t even belong in the choreography. Just like her father, she loved improv dancing.

When Hoseok danced it was like art in motions. His movements were smooth and rhythmic movements so natural like a flowing river. The man transformed into another being when he danced, it wasn’t Hobi or Hoseok, this was J-Hope the artist and dancer.

“Okay everyone let’s take a 5 minute break! Jimin I need you to push more at the second quarter ok? We can’t have you stepping on Sebin again!” Everyone dispersed to drink water and stretched as Hoseok stayed behind with Jimin guiding the steps slowly and your daughter followed along.

Two of the women stood came to get their water bottles that were next to where you were sitting, both looking so young and beautiful.

“He is such an amazing dancer! I can’t believe he hasn’t gone pro!” One of them said.

“Didn’t you know? The guy was at the brink of going into a multi famous company. But his college sweetheart got knocked up and he had to drop his dreams for her” the other responded.

“Oh damn that sounds so bad! Poor J-Hope! That bitch really destroyed his dream”

The was just the last thing to break you. Their words easily hurting you deep inside because you felt those words to be true. You truly had destroyed his dreams, you were responsible for holding him back. The tears formed immediately even when you pushed so hard to fight them back.

“OI! How about you shut the fuck up when you don’t know damn squat about his life” Yoongi growled at the girls who leave whispering amongst themselves. he looked back at you, eyes filled with compassion. “Don’t listen to them ___, those ignorant bitches don’t know shit”

“I gotta go to the bathroom, keep an eye on Seohyun please” you cleaned your tears and quickly ran out of the room.

Hoseok immediately noticed something was off about your attitude. Normally you would be smiling widely or giving a long lecture about how Seohyun should be careful about doing warm ups or telling her to not inconvenience anyone, but this time you were suddenly so serious and lost in thought.

“Yoongi, did you notice ___ has been acting rather oddly since we left the house? Like she was deep in thought but she was just really down. I didn’t want to make much of it but now that I saw her leave just now I can’t stop worrying about it”

“She’s a little on the sensitive side right now. Two of the trainees forgot their boundaries and were gossiping about your past which upset her. They called her a bitch for making you quit dancing for her. I swear some people are alive because it’s illegal to kill them”

A small growl came from Hoseok’s lips. People could talk shit about him but never about his wife or daughter. “But that still doesn’t explain why she was feeling the same since earlier…”

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not that I remember we were really happy this morning when I was fing…..finishing the pancakes she made for me” he scratched his head trying to look innocent.

Yoongi glares at his friend knowing well what he was trying to imply, “So then what could be ___’s problem? Before we went to get your stuff we left her alone with Jimin”

As if summoned by name, Jimin appears jugging his water irradiating his usual angelical glow, accompanied by Seohyun who immediately went to Yoongi to hug him, “Is there something wrong with ___?”

“Jimin did you notice anything wrong with her? did you guys talk about anything?

“Not really. I just told her i was excited to have you show me the new choreo and i told her it was weird to see you acting like a dad considering how much you used to party and dance….what”

Yoongi groaned, “Jimin, I love you, but you’re such a blunt idiot”

The younger man blinks in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“___ has an odd complex over the fact that Hoseok chose to quit dance over her. It didn’t help the fact that to bih….ladies mentioned that in front of her causing her to be upset” Yoongi explained

After his boyfriend explains the situation to hin, Jimin instantly felt bad and profusely apologized. “It was never my intention for her to feel that way. I was just really proud of Hyung for being so responsible.” he said sweating nervously, “I think it’s best you talk it over with her. Just give her some peace of mind about it. Yoongi and I can always take care of Seohyunnie for you so don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy does this mean I can stay with Uncle Yoongi and Uncle Jimin?? PWEATY PWEATY PLEEEEAASSEEE!!?! promise I’ll be good!”

He looked at the child with hesitation, normally you were the one to give the permissions in the family. But just as he was about to respond Yoongi pats his shoulder, “Look it’s okay, go help ___ out. We’ll watch over Sehyunnie tonight”

“CAN WE WATCH GIBWY MOOVIES LIKE LAST TIME?!” She jumped up and down. The mere question made Yoongi almost cry with pride.

Hoseok decided to end the practice early, claiming a family emergency and apologizing to the crew. Just as everyone left, you come out of the bathroom and see your husband packing his things.

“Hobi? Done early? I thought for sure you would take some more time with the practice” you said rubbing your eyes. Hoseok could tell by the puffiness of your eyes that you had been crying. “Where’s Seohyun?”

“She’s staying with Yoongi and Jimin, they are gonna have a ghibli marathon so she’s covered. In the mean time we can just enjoy the night amonst ourselves, okay?” You nodded silently at your husbands question, helping him gather his things to go back home.

The ride home was a silent one. Both of you too nervous to face each other and acknowledge the elephant in the room. But Hoseok was never the avid fan of awkward silences. The moment you arrive to your house just as you unlock the door he turns you around to face him, cornering back against the door so there’s no escape, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You ask nervously.

“You’ve barely talked on the way here, we are alone together after the longest time, and ever since we left home this morning you seemed lost. Are you going to tell me or do I have to do this the hard way?”

His face was so close to you, your husbands masculine facial features becoming more fierce under the moonlight. How is it he was the most tender and loving man but in a quick second could steal your breath with just a glare? “It’s nothing. Just in a mood. Plus it’s ridiculous to think about it now so let’s just rest and…”

“Yoongi told me what those girls said about me losing my career opportunity.” You curse under your breath. Your brother can be such a tattletale sometimes it’s annoying. “What concerns me the most is that this comment affected you to the point of crying so I am to suppose you believe what they say is true.” You try to deny this but you are shushed in an instant “Babe I know you the best out of anyone. I know how your brain works which is why I love playing around with your mind. Since when has this been bothering you?”

You released a long sigh bracing yourself for the truth you begin to spew, “I always have the thought in the back of my mind. You are the happiest when you’re dancing and it just flows from you so naturally. It’s just it leaves you wondering what would have been of our lives had I not made the mistake of getting pregnant?” You turn your eyes away from him quickly wiping the tear that was forming in the corner of your eye, “I know it’s dumb to think this way…”

Hoseok interrupts your chain of thought by pulling you near, kissing your lips so softly and carefully almost as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. “Never think that your insecurities are too dumb to express. True, we didn’t plan having a family so soon but in no moment did I ever think it was a mistake. We conceived together, it wasn’t just you who did this”

“But your career was....”

“I chose to go a different path on my own. I knew there were more risks involved working in the dance world than a regular job. Besides, I can always go back to it at any time but Seohyun and you are my life, my happyness and joy. I wouldn’t trade that for all the money in the world.”

“Why are you so good to me?” you smile candidly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Because I promised to make you happy and to be there for you for better or worse. What type of a deadbeat husband would I be if I let my wife have misconceptions that are affecting her emotions? When I asked you to marry me it wasn’t because you were carrying Seohyun in your belly. It was because I love you too much to leave you. I wanted you to be mine the moment we met”

You kiss him back passionately, your doubts and insecurities just melting with each kiss. The feeling of happiness and love just bursted in your chest as you surround his neck with your arms and deepen the kiss even more. You felt incredibly lucky to be married to the man of your dreams, a man who supported you and continues to show you how much he loves you even after all this time.

“I’m already yours, you big baby!” You giggle against his lips, “always and forever”

Suddenly, your husband lifts you up and carries you bridal style inside of the house causing you to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Just like when we first got married” he winked as he carried you to your room where the place still had a lingering smell of sex from your morning escapade.

“How about we continue where we left off?” Hoseok said as he let you down on the bed and took off his his shirt “it was my turn remember?”

“What would like me to do Mr. Jung?” You ask, smirking against his lips as he tries to get your clothes off. The mere touch of his lips on your skin sends sparks all over, igniting a fire in your core.

“I want you spread for me. Touch yourself and wait for me to touch you” his voice dropping a couple of octaves sending a shiver down your spine.

It was a simple request but it was enough to have you trembling in anticipation. Hoseok loves teasing you, exploring every corner and taking his time with you. Reason number 9,837 why you love him: his foreplay drove you mad. To the point where he would test how long you could resist without begging for his cock.

You lay naked on the bed as your husband stands tall in front of you watching as you begin fingering yourself with one hand and caressing your breast with another. Your finger flicked your already hardened clit, your pussy already incredibly wet making it easy for you to mastrubate.

“Mrs. Jung what should I do to you? You look like you’re hungry for my cock to fill you up” Hoseok’s body was glistening in the moonlight slowly taking off his pants and underwear and  stood there naked with his dick hard and ready. The head was red, precum slowly spreading on top. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, knowing it was ready to spring into action.

“Hobi…. I need you so bad...I want you in me…”

Hoseok tisked as his had spanked your pussy causing you to jolt and leaving a delightful sting “You know how to ask for it...say it”

“Would you like to try my messy little pussy sir?” You jerk your hips against your own hand. Your other hand pinching your nipples to increase the pleasure. “Look how wet and hot it’s gotten for you. Hnnnng….I just wanna feel you all over me!”

There it was, the other side of you he enjoyed exploring. It filled him with pride and lust knowing only he was able to see this side of you and that it was provoked by him alone.

“Well since you ask so nicely” your husband smiled devilishly taking your hand out of your the way and grabbing them to the side as he slides his tongue over your moistened slit, the action causing you to clench to nothing in anticipation for more.

The instant he found your clit with his tongue, your hands start grabbing his hair and shouting out curse words like a sailor. If this is how you got over his tongue, the feeling of his member inside you was bound to get you crazy. He knew this and relished in the thought as he tortured you slowly to pleasure.

“So delicious….” he whispered against your cunt, looking up at your naked body as you saw him. The sight of you panting in pleasure, biting your lip, being so needy, and craving to be filled was enough for his dick to twitch in delight. “my sweet goddess”

His comment made you a little self conscious. Your body is far from perfect. Especially after childbirth your tummy had stretch marks and you could still see some scars from the c-section. You try to cover them with your hand but he swats it away. “Don’t even think about it. I love your battle scars. My sweet… sexy… goddess divine”

You couldn’t tell if the tears streaming on your checks were from happiness or from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. His words were so sweet and endearing but his actions were completely contradicting. The rhythm of tongue and teeth meshed together creating a sinful melody of sounds coming from his mouth, your mouth, and your pussy.

“Turn around… show me that slutty little ass of yours” you obeyed him, knowing better to disobey him even when you loved to defy him at times. You got on all fours as he lowered down to look at your glistening core, “look at you all creamy for me. Since you’ve been a good girl I’ll reward you. Tell me what you desire and I will do it”

“I want your cock in my needy little pussy, sir!” You slowly swayed hour hips, tempting him to move, “Please...fill me up with your cock, Mr. Jung”

“Your wish is my command” Hoseok said Standing up as he swiftly probed the head of his penis inside your core. The feeling of having him inside you, the stretch of his dick in your walls was enough to send your pending orgasm into overdrive. The wave of pleasure hit you so intensely your cunt convulsed as you were screaming so much while he slowly moved inside you. “Ff..fuck...your pussy is milking me so tightly …”

Your legs trembled in pleasure making it hard for you to stay in that position very long. Hoseok’s pace never lessened at any point, riding you orgasm while he fucked you from behind. The beauty of being in the house by yourselves was that you had free domein to do whatever sounds you wanted. The moans of your pleasure flooded the room causing your husband to almost combust when he heard you moan his name.

“I'm...not gonna last like this...much longer…ahh.. but I want to feel you so deep inside”

Just as swift as he always was he changed the position helping you move on top of him as you were in a reverse cowgirl position. The change made it so he could reach deeper inside you hitting your G-spot so good that both of you groaning in pleasure. He starts to pump into you again and again, cupping your breast and caressing them. He knew you hated the uncomfortable feeling you got after bouncing so long and he wasn’t one to complain over feeling up your tits.

“Touch your clit, Mrs. Jung. I want you to cum all over my balls”

“Your wish is my command sir”

It didn’t take much to send you to your second orgasm, your cunt already over sensitive after the first. Your back arches your whole body trembling as Hoseok continued to pump inside you but at an erratic speed, searching for his own high which didn’t take long to come.

Your husband comes so hard inside you making you scream his name like a mantra as both of your sweaty bodies collapse in the bed. You stay united, catching your breaths as he kissed you nape and whispered sweet praises into your ear.

“I...love you” You breathed into the crook of his neck. You thanked the heavens you had your IUD in place because his hot cum still inside you.

“I...love you...too, ____. Please never doubt that” he said kisses you softly. The contrast of his rough and assertive attitude when you’re having sex to the sweet and always boggled your mind. Yet still you enjoyed the best of all his worlds. He took out his cock from inside you, your heat immediately missing the filling, but he placed you beside you as he hugged you keeping close to him, hearing both of your hearts still racing creating an erratic tempo, a beautiful symphony. “How about I make you some breakfast in the morning? It would be nice to treat my lady every once in a while.”

“Knowing how you almost burned the kitchen last time I’m gonna have to pass” you laughed. Some of your pans still had the reminder of the Mother’s Day disaster he and Seohyun managed to create. “For now, I’m just happy here in your arms” you kissed the crook of his neck basking in the sexual afterglow.

“Nestled in like a pigeon” Hoseok chuckled.

“I guess you could say your arms are my nest. With you, I’m always at home” peaceful bliss invading your hearts as you both held each other into the night. Reason number 1 you love Hoseok: He was always there for you, even after all this time he was still the one you loved.

[scnsualitii]

hello  !!  the  name  is  mar  and  i’m  sO  excited  to  be  here  .  i  love  the  rp  and  its  plot  ,  so  i  am  here  to  bring  this  mess  of  a  child  that  juno  is  .  he’s  a  dumbass  but  he  mostly  means  well  ,  so  pls  love  us  !!  i  love  pre-established  relationships  and  you  can  always  feel  free  to  scream  at  me  about  anything  and  anyone  .  now  let’s  get  to  business  <3

˙ ˖ ✧  did  you  see  juno  rhee  checking  into  villa  1  ?  the  24  year  old  photographer  checked  in  on  january  1st  ,  and  has  the  reputation  of  being  charming  +  reckless  .  they  are  homosexual  and  have  listed  ice  play  +  public  sex  as  their  top  turn  ons  — jeon  jeongguk  , cis  male  ,  he  /  him  

TRIGGER  WARNING  :

anger  issues  ,  car  crash  ,  dying  ,  mentions  of  blood  ,  violence  !!

statistics

full name: juno  rhee

dob / age: november 1st // twenty-two ( 24 )

pob: california

sexual orientation: homosexual

relationship status: single

kinks: ice play, marking, body worship, public sex, oral sex ( giving & receiving ), dirty talk, teasing

anti kinks: water sports, blood, scat, pet play, gore, extreme pain, age play

occupation: photographer

3 favorite things: iced americano, rainy days, dancing

3 things he hates: people who preach about certain things in his life, being late, & small spaces

positive traits: confident, adroit, & quick-witted

negative traits: reckless, blunt, & impatient

aesthetics: golden cuff links that cost more than an annual salary, top shelf alcohol, tired eyes stinging with fatigue and wear, driving fast on country roads, the sun that warms your chest in the dead of winter, curtains that let in light and bring a sense of comfort and warmth to a room, shorts writings on scraps of paper, empty city streets on a foggy night, the only slightly noticeable trembling of bone-tired exhaustion, rumpled sheets, the empty feeling that comes when you stay up too late or when you sleep too much, & never being happy enough with your self-care

history

born & raised in california, he is the younger between his siblings ( but not the yougest in the family, you’ll see )

you could say he grew up to be a spoiled brat, but he tries his best not to be your typical rich asshole

no one knows why, or how, but juno always had problems keeping his anger in control. it started normally, with little tantrums here and there, until he grew old and the tantrums turned into fists and punches

it made his family worried but they never tried to make him go see a specialist, because they were afraid he’s gonna feel bad about himself

juno was 15 when their family got even bigger ( as if four older siblings weren’t enough already ). his aunt and uncle died in a car crash, so their four kids were left alone.

afraid that they’re gonna end up in orphanages and then split up, juno’s parents decided to adopt them all. they had money, they were able to buy a bigger house if needed, so why not?

that’s how juno went from being the youngest, to be one of the middle children of the family, with a new older sister and three younger siblings. and it’s not like he hates it, or ever hated that. he was close to his cousins before too, but now they were just living all together and sometimes it got messy, but it was okay. they were fine.

however, juno wasn’t. his anger issues just got worse, even more so after he realize he was an older brother now for two girls and one boy

everything went south when he beat one guy up so bad, that he ended in the hospital. juno was 17 at the time and he got away only because there were people around who saw the guy trying to force juno’s sister to go with him

it was after that, that his parents decided he should seek some help and after he went to see someone, he decided to channel his anger into sports. that’s how he started doing bare-knuckles boxing

for awhile, everything got better. juno met his ex-boyfriend ( possible  connection  if  anyone’s  interested  !!  )  and they were just perfect for each other, the type of couple people see married in a few years, with a family of their own.

juno was happy. his family loved the guy he was seeing, boxing was helping him a lot and he was getting famous because of his photography too

but somehow, happiness wasn’t really keen on staying around him for too much. with a week before he and his boyfriend were supposed to celebrate their one year anniversary, the man disappeared. no phone call, no message, nothing left behind, but a few things of his that juno had in his apartment

to say he was devastated doesn’t cover all the things juno felt. he fell from cloud nine on the ground and it took him a long while to finally be able to get up again

and after six months of waiting for his ex to come back, he decided that he won’t cry for him anymore

that’s how he packed his bags, he reserved a flight to new mexico and came to the resort

[lextherandlxce]

Hi there! I’m not sure how long ago you made the post or if you’re still even interested in writing for Branch, but I saw your headcanon post and you said if anyone was interested you might do a post about what Branch is like as a lover? I recently got into Longmire and I adore this man, but there’s so little content for him out there :( I love the way you write him though, so I’m definitely interested if you still have more to say about him! Thank you!

{ Hello! I’m sorry this took about a century and a half for me to answer. I hope you’re still into Longmire and enjoy Branch’s character!! You’re absolutely right. There’s not enough content about him, and sadly people more often than not wind up disliking his character. But you don’t have to look very hard to see that Branch is actually a great guy. That said though, I offered, and you asked my dear, so let’s get to some headcanons about Branch as a lover!! }

First off, Branch is incredibly monogamous. He grew up seeing his father (and most likely Uncle Lucian) fooling around with all kinds of women regardless of whether either man was married. Branch has never and will never cheat on a partner. He’s still ‘monogamous’ even after somebody breaking up with him. Cady is a wonderful example. Even though they broke up, and even though there were beautiful women around very obviously interested in Branch, he never had any kind of flirtatious interaction with them. He refuses to hurt a partner by seeing someone else behind their backs. He is fiercely loyal.

Branch doesn’t like dating or one night stands. When he was younger, he did it quite often, as young men do. But he actually finds the idea of going home with a different girl every night exhausting and unsatisfying. Women have always been very transient in Branch’s life. He hates that. More than anything, he wants to be with a women who will stay. He was consistency and stability. 

Feeding off of the last point, Branch desires long term relationships, so he’s very picky about the kind of women he interacts with in a romantic/sexual manner. If there’s no potential for a future with her, he’s not very interested. He doesn’t want a quick fuck, he wants the love of his life. Quite frankly, watching Walt and Martha Longmire growing up had a huge influence on that. Their’s was the kind of love and marriage that he dreamed of. It was the kind of love that he and Cady had, the kind of future that they planned to have together. But other people had other plans for them. 

Now I’ve been talking about women, because women are a big deal for Branch. But I write Branch as bisexual. He’s always silently admired other men. He can admit that other men are handsome or good-looking. But as he grew older, he couldn’t keep fighting the fact that he wanted to fool around with men just as much as he did women. Considering where he lives, what his father’s like, and the job he holds, the fact that he’s romantically and sexually attracted to men is something he keeps very well hidden. But it is there, and as of right now, my Branch is in a very happy relationship with @peritxetxinvenit ‘s Vic Vega :3

A big part of who Branch is as a lover is his willingness to give. He gives, and he gives, and he gives. He’s not a selfish lover at all. He never minds matching his partner’s pace for the relationship. If they want to move fast, they can. If his lover needs more time and patience, he’ll gladly wait. If they want to broadcast the relationship, Branch will gladly show them off. If they want to keep it perfectly private, he won’t utter a word. Branch gives in every imaginable way. If he loves someone–and in order to be in a relationship with him, Branch does truly need to love his partner–he’ll give anything. If he loves someone, he’ll readily and happily change things in his own life or his future plans to make things easier for his partner. He does this because when he loves someone, them staying means more to him than anything else in his life. 

Now Branch does have some issues with people leaving him throughout his life. And he does give perhaps a little too much as times. He often lets himself be hurt by a partner much more than he should. But he’s not actually co-dependent. He’s not the kind of man who keeps calling a partner non-stop throughout the day. He’s very protective but not possessive. He does his best not to cling to the person he loves. He will always let his partner have their own space. He always understands that sometimes everyone just needs to be alone for a little while. He never takes that to heart or gets offended by it. He will never try to exert control over what they do or who they see. That said, he actually adores if his partners, especially male partners *cough* Vic *cough*, get possessive of him. 

Branch is an incredibly affectionate lover. His partner will never starve for any verbal or physical affection. They’ll know without a shadow of a doubt how much he cherishes them. He’ll always give a partner a simple pet-name. He’ll kiss them anywhere, nibble on their ear or shoulder. He loves putting a hand in the small of a partner’s back and letting his hand slide down to their ass. He loves playing with their hair. He loves cuddling and hugging them from behind. And Branch is weak for his partner giving him the same kind of affection. He won’t ask for it. He’s actually too shy to do so. But he’ll enjoy it fully when they do give him that affection, and he’ll hope they get the point and keep doing it.

Branch is the kind of man who falls into the sexually dominant role of a relationship quite often. Most of his partners either assume or want him to be dominant, so he is. He does enjoy being dominant. If anything, he is a switch. But he barely has the opportunity to be submissive sexually, and that’s really what he craves. (Notice how Cady was always on top of him during their loves scenes in the show?) He relishes being submissive in bed and having his partner be on top/top in in any way.

I’ll end this rambling with some of Branch’s kinks because….why not? He is a rather kinky boy, and a lot of it has to do with his desire to be the submissive partner in bed. He loves being humiliated, he loves being roughed up, bitten or marked. He loves being handcuffed or tied up with a rope. He loves having a blindfold put on him, and he can’t get enough of orgasm denial. He’s a complete needy happy mess with it. He’s a bottom with men, though he relishes the chance to top his male partner. Depending on how brave the woman he’s with is, she could try penetrating him a little. And it’s not even really a kink, but Branch loves to give either a man or a woman head. He wants them to feel good and moan his name. Quite frankly, Branch is a fantastic fuck. He’s fun, and giving, and knows what to do to make someone feel good. But his favorite thing of all is to make love to the person he’s in a relationship with. He’s had lots of sex. He’s been made love to by only two people, and they mean everything to him.

{ Well…I hope that gives a little bit of an idea of what (my way of writing) Branch is like. I tried to keep this as coherent as possible. Thanks for reading everyone, and please feel free to send all the questions you have about Branch! I always want to talk about my cowboy }

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Secrecy (1/?)

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader

Words: 1050

Summary: Y/N being Duncan’s assistant turns out to be quite the working experience!

Warnings: fluff, angst (?), mentions of family drama, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of Daddy!kink

A/N - Not sure if this will be a 3 part imagine or 5 even? Idk, but I just had to write more for Duncan, I felt guilty not too. I’m sorry :(

Life in politics was currently good. You’d always been so interested in the government, how the system operated and all the drama involved. It was where you met your current boyfriend, the Duncan Shepherd. It was his department that recruited you as an assistant, his personal assistant. His uncle had always insisted, pressuring Duncan to conduct the interviews himself, to gain some more independence and insight. He said it would help look more “professional” and for him to be more “organised.”

That was where he met you. You were desperate for a job, and if it wasn’t for Duncan, it was there that you may have given up on your dreams.

And so a year went by, and it was then that Duncan made you more than his personal assistant.

Still people in the office know not much about you two: Duncan managed to hide your relationship so well, knowing his uncle would instantly encourage you to quit your job, thinking that it wouldn’t be professional for Duncan to see someone in a status much below his own.

It hurt you to hear such a thing, though having met his uncle and his entire team, seeing who they all really were first hand, you knew Duncan was just doing it to protect you.

Even if it meant that he’d go to events alone, or sometimes with an arranged partner, that his uncle found acceptable. Each event it would always be someone different, from a rich, known family.

Duncan hated it, he’d persist on going alone, though his uncle being the stubborn type, he’d never enjoyed his night: always arrive home early enough when he could, extremely infuriated only to fuck you hard, letting his emotions disperse through you, as well as reassuring to you, that you were the only one he’d ever had his eyes for.

And so sex with Duncan was a regular occurrence. It was his natural way of showing affection since he was never really the ‘hopeless romantic’ type.

He was always dominating you during sex, as you were always submissive towards him.

He had experience, madly many times before: he’d grown to know his way around your body, how to evoke pleasure from your sweet spots. Every night you’d become a moaning mess for him, only to finish of utterly breathless. Sometimes, when you both had the chance, or if Duncan was just that hungry for you, he’d create any fake excuse for you to come by his office for some private ‘’meeting” only to have him fuck you hard atop of his desk, his hand over your mouth to make sure no one else heard how badly you ached for him.

It was these moments with Duncan, that you cherished deeply.

And it was this sort of news that you knew would resonate with him: either it being in a good way or in a bad way, was entirely upto Duncan however...

***

“Duncan, baby... Promise me, just promise me you won’t get upset enough to leave me in the dark.”

“Y/N, I’ve known too many things now, it’ll take a milestone for something to upset me when it comes to you, you know that.”

“Fine... Well, uhm, I’m pregnant.”

He simply just stood there, the look on his face slowly changing to confusion.

“You’re what???”

“Pregnant, Duncan-“ You sighed, trying to act tough: inside you were growing frightened by his repulsed reaction.

“You know, when a guy and and girl fuck, especially when they only rely on only one form of protection, a baby can be created? I had been feeling terrible these last few weeks, which explains my lateness to work, and just looking completely out of it.”

“Fuck, I know that Y/N... I mean I just wasn’t prepared for ‘fatherhood’ already, I still have my career to work on. Do you plan on keeping the baby??”

You understood Duncan’s shock from the news, clashing with his priorities. If you planned on motherhood you would have put it on hold, wanting to work more in your career than anything, and yet under these uncontrollable circumstances, you knew one thing for certain... You weren’t just going to give up on the baby.

So you looked at Duncan, with offence: he knew you were capable enough to handle the motherhood alongside your career. You felt ashamed that he was doubting you.

“Of course, Duncan, it’s our child. I think that we’re both quite capable enough to handle it.”

“Baby, I know that. God-“

Instantly his hands reached out gripping you by the elbows tightly, as though trying to prevent you from walking out on him.

“I mean it’s just that, my uncle and everyone in the office. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea...You know what I mean, don’t you? And to be honest, I don’t think it’ll be healthy for you to work though... All that stress, and just being exhausted: I know it won’t be good for you both.”

His and instinctively reaches for your stomach, gently caressing it as though to assure his unborn child that he would standby you.

“Well I guess we don’t need to tell anyone, Duncan. No one has known about us for this long, why change that now? People can say what they want, but so long as I know I have your full support in this, I’ll be fine, love.”

He looked at you wearily, hesitant to agree to your terms, and yet a part of him liked the idea of no one knowing who really was your “baby Daddy.”

“Fine... I’ll have to act like I never knew though, so pardon my bluntness if it comes to that, baby.”

“Already forgiven,” You winked, as your arms wrapped around his neck, tip toed as you both leant towards one another. The feeling of his full, soft lips against yours: the sensation of a being growing inside you, knowing you had full support from Duncan, which for you was quiet surprising, was too surreal.

“Look at you already glowing,” He winked, as he looked down at you, smiling giddily.

“Thanks to you, Daddy Shepherd.”

“Daddy, huh?” He nodded with awe, still the news you knew was too much for him to take: it being all unexpecting for Duncan, you knew how much he hated unpredictability and yet he always handle it well.

“Yes, my love... You’ll be a Daddy soon enough...”

“Thought I already was?”

[crowsvalentine]

Masterlist

I changed my url so if some of the links aren’t working just message or send me an ask to let me know!

General Tags (Where headcanons can be found)

PJO/HOO/MCGA/TOA (Riordonverse)

HP (Harry Potter)

TRC (The Raven Cycle)

ML (Miraculous Ladybug)

VLD (Voltron Legendary Defender)

SOC (Six of Crows/grishaverse)

ACOTAR (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

TOG (Throne of Glass)

For Peaky Blinders visit @peakyposts for character imagines

Riordonverse

Percabeth

Mornings

Annabeth Sees Percy Naked | Part 2

Percy’s Birthday

Chest Kiss

Kiss Along the Hips

Hot, Steamy Kiss

Wedding Night

The Underworld (AU)

Juvenile Delinquents | Part 2 (AU)

Number Three

Jasiper

9:30pm

Pirate Au

Forehead Kiss

Frazel

Interruptions (Implied nsfw)

Solangelo

Nico’s Back

Gentle Peck

Tratie

Travis Stoll Needs an Alibi (nsfw)

Snow

Unnecessarily Hard Questions

Upside-Down Kiss

Other PJO/HOO/Etc

Percy Leaves

Laura Jackson-Blofis

Stoll Brothers: Stay Safe, Love You

Stoll Brothers Headcanons

Baby Raised at Camp

Children of the Seven

Demigod kids

Annabeth Meets Estelle (au)

Harry Potter

Hinny

Quiet

Jily

Halloween, 1979

Admiring James Potter

Teddy Lupin

DADA Professor

Blackinnon

Untitled (I know, original right?)

The Raven Cycle

Bluesey

St. Mark’s Eve

Six of Crows

Little Crow

Schaduw Van De Duivel (Devil’s Shadow) (aka Kaz finds a dog)

Kanej Fics

Distracting Kaz 

Decisions| Rules| Worry

It Gets Easier 

Whispering, Distractions, and Wylan? (modern au)

Unplanned Secrets

Lost Hope

Show Me Before You Go 

When You Were Scared (minific)

When You Were Crying (minific)

When You Thought I Was Asleep (minific)

The Ghosts of Ketterdam

The Right Intentions 

Remember Me: Part 1

Kanej Headcanons

Domestic Headcanons

^ Inej Doesn’t Like Wearing Pants

Moving in Together

Height Difference 

Prom (modern au)

Inej + Nightmares

Kaz + Nightmares

Ghafa Family Reunion 

Arguments 

Road Trip/ Long Car Ride (modern au)

First Kiss

Sharing a Bed

Kaz and Inej have a Pet Dog

When They’re Alone Together

Jealous Inej

Jealous/Protective Kaz

Inej on Her Period

At the Beach (modern au)

Officially Together + First Real Kiss/Make-out Session

If Jordie Lived

Bathing Together

Celebrating Birthdays

First Time Eating Waffles Together

How Kaz Learns to Touch (idk how else to title this that doesn’t sound weird)

Inej Distracting Kaz

Inej in Kaz’s Clothes

Cuddling

Kaz Proposing 

Kaz Gets Hurt

When Inej Comes Home

Kaz Won’t Show Inej Card Tricks

Kaz + Inej’s Hair

Kaz’s First Time Sleeping at the Mansion

Kaz’s First ‘I Love You’

Everyone Knows About Kanej

Inej Takes all the Blankets

Shadow Summoner!Kaz + Kanej

Can They Be With Anyone Else?

Sleepy Kaz

When They Figured Out They Loved Each Other

How They Sleep

Flirty Kanej

Nighttime Routine

Kanej Reunion

Drunk Kanej

Kaz Gets Glasses

Dinner Party

Inej Sees Someone She used to Know 

Kaz + Gifts for Inej

Wedding

Kanej Kids

Dad Kaz

More Dad Kaz

Kaz + Teenage Daughter 

More Kaz + Teenage Daughter

Uncle Jesper

Mom Inej

Insecure Daughter

Kanej Son

More Kanej Son

More Kanej Daughter

Kaz + Daughter Talks

Kaz + Daughter

Kaz + Teenaged Son

Kanej NSFW

General Headcanons | Part 2

Aftermath

Rough Kanej Build-up/Dom!Kaz

Inej Returning

Kaz Taking Care of Inej

Dom!Inej

Sleepy Mornings

First Time

Lingerie | Part 2

Praise Kink + Inej

Gloves

Inej’s Flexibility 

Jesper Walks In

Inej + Kaz’s Jacket

Turn Ons

Nina Walks In

Intense Oral

Stripper Kaz

Lapdance 

More Intense Oral

Fluffy Smut

How Inej gets pregnant 

Kaz + Praise Kink

More Glove Kink

Post Brawl

Helnik

If They Have Kids

Dream smut

Wesper

Wesper adopted baby 

General

Dregs + Their Heights

The Ghafa Family | Inej’s Sisters

The Rietveld Family 

Living in the Same Apartment Complex (modern au)

Jordie Headcanons 

Insecure Kaz

Nina + Kaz Friendship

Jesper + Kaz Friendship

Kaz Gets More Tattoos

Dregs + Cars (modern au)

Shadow Summoner!Kaz | Part 2

Hogwarts Houses + Dregs

Dregs + University Majors

Nina and Inej Singing

Kaz Princess Diaries au

Kaz’s Parents

Random Kanej/Wesper/Helnik Nsfw headcanons

Kaz Has a Sister

The Wraith Crew

Jordie Lives (Modern au)

Childhood Friends Halloween (Modern au)

Dregs + fashion (modern au)

Wylan + Kaz Childhood friends au

Highschool Au

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Elriel

Make-up Sex

Elain Gets Hurt

Cassian and Rhys POV

Pining 

Jealous Azriel

Elriel as Parents

Elain Gives Birth

Reunion Sex

Pregnant Elain

Wedding

Honeymoon + Mating Bond (nsfw)

Nessian

Nesta Learns about Illyrian Wings

Feysand

Flying in a Storm

Azriel

Azriel’s Relationship with the Twins

Azriel finds a girl

General

Inner Circle + Their Kids

Throne of Glass

Elorcan

Lazy Day Smut

Wedding

Fenrys Moonbeam

One Hundred and Ten Years 

[tieflng]

chocobox 2021 letter (wip) under the cut! hello gifter who is probably one of the five people i know in the pyre fandom

general likes: worldbuilding, canon or headcanon-rich fic, surrealism, intricate explorations of place or character or relationships, atmosphere, explicitly lgbt characters, neurodivergence/autism and gender headcanons, adventure, friend shenanigans, strange or unusual aus (give me a good noir detective au, etc), philosophical or moral dilemmas or conversations, slow burns, eldritch or unexplained aspects of canon, unreliable narrators, nonhuman traits of nonhuman characters, working in background characters/large ensemble casts, small intimate moments, courage in the face of insurmountable odds, fic with an intended soundtrack, anything rich and vibrant and full of heart.

as far as nsfw goes: please don’t write me nsfw if you’re under eighteen! assuming you’re over, i’m really here for the tenderness-- not into hardcore or degrading kink, but okay with lighter stuff. my main concern is that everyone is onboard with everything, nothing is unsanitary, and nobody is being hurt or degraded. very much into the before and after-- cuddling, aftercare, discussing boundaries, awkward dorks trying for a smooth seduction, etc.

DNWs: detailed hand/eye trauma, unsanitary mentions or descriptions, detailed descriptions of spiders or insects, mentions/references to coronavirus (fictional plagues/diseases are fine), fantasy OR historical/irl homophobia or transphobia, requested characters in m/w relationships. for pyre, khaylmer rope-caller as a mustache twirling villain/without nuance, for hades, zag/meg or zag/than, olympians in relationships with cthonic deities, hades as a sympathetic character of any kind. for ace attorney, manfred von karma as a sympathetic character of any kind.

for nsfw DNWs:  dubcon/noncon including under the influence, infidelity, humiliation/physical pain of any kind.

pyre:

gol & khaylmer / khaylmer & soliam / gol & khaylmer & soliam: i Very much picture this dynamic as shoulder devil vs shoulder angel, gol and kahylmer bickering about politics over the head of a disinterested/totally out of it soliam, gol and khaylmer spy-versus-spy bullshit maneuvering around each other (usually khaylmer trying to get gol assassinated/otherwise killed, let’s be real). and then soliam is like ah, my most trusted servants :) who both undoubtedly get along :) while the palace staff is setting gol & khaylmer’s dinner places without knives so they don’t spring across the table and stab each other. the interesting thing here is that a) soliam really does care for them both, inasmuch as he’s capable of caring for anyone topside (khaylmer as an uncle/surrogate parent/stable mentor figure, gol as.......okay a Lot of romantic tension and a lot of disregarding his feelings but Some level of interpersonal fascination), and also b) gol and khaylmer, pre-gol’s character development, are more similar than either of them would like to believe. they’ve both definitely got cold, calculating, do-anything-for-the-empire sides, and also their own irrational hangups and quirks. i’m DYING to know what the sahrian imperial court was like, btw!! write something about the sahrian imperial court!!

khaylmer & the tattered mantle: janna compared this to a mutually toxic relationship, both of them being hurt and hurting the other and making each other just worst. i have my own ideas about what the mantle is and how it was formed but i would love to see yours, see an exploration of how it was corrupted and what happened to it as it became the imp-titan. and maybe also khaylmer’s corruption, too? was he once Less of an absolute awful human being? surely at some point, right? i’d very much like to see a deep-dive into khaylmer’s psyche and also the mantle treated as its own character. also if you could sneak in the isle of khaylmer and the imps....something about the two of them overlooking that rites venue forevermore?

ha’ub & gol: let them be friends!! let them be goofy bastard friends!! let them fight titans and exchange cultures (imps clearly have culture) and bond over trauma and pull soliam out of danger! i think the scribes were all Readers, and ha’ub’s Reader-ness/his Accursedness manifested as him being an intelligent imp-- unable to fully connect with the others of his kind on a 100% level, and the loneliness that must have involved. and then along come some strange Big Friends that he can get some of what he’s been missing from. and gol downside is like well this all might as well fucking happen i guess and then finds a strange and unexpected little ally with a big ol’ heart. it’d be cool to see them do battle with howlers or titans or sisters of the arch, or conversely to cuddle up in gol’s bedroll against the cold and gossip in imp so other people can’t understand them. also if gol/soliam (please gol/soliam) ha’ub absolutely thinks they’re already dating/pair-bonded/imp married and there’s a lot of skree-hee-hee!! (just kiss him!!!) going on.

gol & chae: please call the vagabond girl chae!  i loved her basically at the moment i saw her and her arc means a lot to me. she’s autistic coded but her belief in the scribes– in actually hearing and speaking to the scribes– is never undercut by the narrative. and she’s immensely strong! she’s survived in the downside by herself from 17-19! and imo at least the scribe known for being strong and resilient and untiring, not to mention idealistic and loyal, would admire the absolute fuck out of her. i’d like her childhood as moontouched/homeless and displaced, her topside ending as a religious leader and inspiration in the sahrian union, wandering alone in the downside, her role with the nightwings– i just really want to see what conversations these two would get up to, i want them to learn from each other, i want chae to have support and encouragement and comfort from everyone’s favorite nomad scribe. what does she ask him? what does he tell her? passing messages from ti’zo or the heralds? looking for advice/help on behalf of the nightwings, or just comfort when she’s feeling out of place? god, the fact that she’s in the companion class that parallels khaylmer– do they talk about that, or how does gol feel? there are so many damn good interactions here. please don’t infantilize her or portray her beliefs and reactions as nonsensical or weird.

gol/soliam: Please Write Me Gol/Soliam And I Will Love You Forever. their topside will-they-or-won’t-they, extreme chemistry/tension there but always not quite seeing eye to eye/soliam just being a scumbag person who doesn’t really care, courtly love flavored by a nasty entitlement/disillusion combo. their downside will-they-or-won’t-they, a sloooooowww rebuilding of trust on gol’s side, going from ‘i jumped over the edge of the world to kill this asshole’ to, eventually, ‘maybe he deserves my love and affection after all’. and then soliam of course has loved him this whole time, since being saved from the sisters, the drama......!! the wonders of unrequited mutual pining. nsfw wise i just very much think soliam’s a bottom/sub, okay, don’t @/me, and i want to see him take care of gol and gol take care of him-- they’re just soft idiots who found each other in the downside. or maybe they’re horny idiots at the imperial court, it’s up to you.

hades:

asterius/hypnos

asterius/shade

asterius & persephone

asterius & ariadne: siblings!! siblings!! let them love each other and feel bad about what happened/glad that they’re both doing okay now! getting theseus or dio in on this would also be great-- what do you mean you’re best friends with (dating?) my shitty ex now??

tisiphone & zagreus

ace attorney: 

i’ve literally only played the first two games so maybe go easy on spoilers. honestly don’t have too much to say here, just would like legal shenanigans/pining dumbasses if applicable. gay lawyers/two gay lawyers and a detective, or steel samurai fans bonding over a shared love of the franchise (and another dumbass lawyer), or siblings in an absolutely awful house leaning on each other to get through......go ham!

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Dating Pietro Maximoff would include....

Anonymous asked: Could you do a “dating Pietro would include…” thing please? Thank you! I love your writing!

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Word count: 2.4k+ Warning: Fluff, Smut

A/N: To the anon that requested this: I made it as gender inclusive as I could! This was so much fun to write! Thank you for requesting it! I hope you all liked this! It kind of got out of hand and I’m not sorry at all. (At this point you should all know I will never understand the concept of writing short/quick fics. Just expect everything to be more than a thousand words. I’ve accepted it.)  

Surprise Kisses

Pietro is always ‘NYOOOMMM’. Even when he’s ‘standing still’ he’s going miles and miles a minute so sometimes you have to grab his face between your hands and plant one on him to remind him to stop, slow down, breathe and ground himself.

You are his anchor. You keep him tethered and grounded and he loves you all the more for it. 

Alternatively when he is zipping all over the place he likes to surprise you by stopping suddenly and absolutely taking your breath away with the most toe curling kiss.

Then he zips away again like the little shit he is leaving you completely flustered and needed several minutes to regain your composure.

It’s the highlight of your day honestly.

Being a blanket hog·         

A by-product of his insane speed is heat.

(Yes Piet, you’re hot, no that’s not what I meant you absolute dork.)

No matter how many times you tuck him in or attempt to cover him in blankets, they will always end up on the floor without fail. 

Bonus: He sleeps in nothing more than his underwear which leads to convenient sexy times.

Even he doesn’t run hot enough to keep all the chill away during the winter so the two of you have had some entertaining as hell blanket fights because you’ve adapted to stealing all of the covers. You always win because he can never say no to you.     

Of course that doesn’t mean he isn’t above using his adorable pout on you after you win and giving in to let him snuggle with you under the blankets.         

(That was your goal all along so who’s the real loser here.) 

Grocery Shopping...

Before you started dating, you knew Piet needed to eat all the time to keep his energy up.

What you didn’t know was HOW FREAKIN EXPENSIVE IT WAS TO FEED THAT SPEEDY BASTARD.

“Jesus Piet do you even know how much money I’ve spent on you this week ALONE”

“Do not worry, darling,” he mumbles around a mouthful of food, “I’ll take care of it.”

A couple of days later there’s a thick envelope in your mailbox with “Stark” in bold letters across it.

After the initial shock wears off, you see “From the Desk of Anthony Stark”. Talk about having heart palpitations.

When you open it there’s a letter from Mr. Stark apologizing for any expenses Pietro may have cost you and an open invitation to visit the Tower or Compound anytime you wish.

It also advises you have a lawyer look over the contract he’s enclosed.

“Contract? Wha—?”

You flip the page to discover an employment contract that allows you to keep your current job as well as serving as an independent contractor for Stark Industries.

Attached to the last page of the contract are employee badges for both Stark Industries as well as the Compound, a T H I C K black AMEX card with instructions that it’s to be used for expenses that may crop up in relation to Pietro or the Avengers.

There’s a second card that’s already been set up for Direct Deposit for your salary as well as any bonuses you may receive.

There’s also a check reimbursing you for the money you spent in the last few weeks on feeding your speedy boyfriend. 

HOLY SHIT THAT’S TOO MANY ZEROES.

A few moments later, Piet ‘NYOOMS’ outta nowhere with a cheeky grin on his face.  

“Piet…what did you do???”

“I told you, [insert cute nickname here]. I’d take care of it.”

“You didn’t have to do that!”

“You do such a good job taking care of me that I wanted to return the favor.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Many smooches are had this day.

Snacks

When your boyfriend can eat an entire grocery store, you learn to always keep snacks on hand.

Even when he’s not zipping around everywhere, he’s hungry. (in more ways than one *cough* *cough* but we’ll get to that later)

Protein bars, dried fruit and other high calorie/energy but healthy snacks have a permanent home in all of your bags/purses

 This also works out when you’re peckish

Thanks to your expense account at Stark Industries, you’re singlehandedly keeping your local Mom ‘n’ Pop grocery market in business.

Feeding this man is so damn expensive.

Meeting Wanda Maximoff

When Piet tells you he wants to introduce you to his sister, you’re terrified and simultaneously ecstatic.

SHE’S THE SCARLET WITCH. SHE’S AMAZING.

(somehow during the entire course of your 3 month relationship, you’ve kept how much you admire his legendary twin sister under wraps. That’s a feat in and of itself)

You try your hand at cooking a traditional Sokovia dinner to impress her but…aaahhh…that backfires spectacularly.

Wanda walks in to see you frantically trying to contain a small grease fire, cursing profusely.

She smiles to herself and jumps in to help. She adores you already.

You don’t even notice who’s helping you until you’re both covered in smoke and your dinner is charbroiled beyond recognition.

“OH NO,” you fret, “This isn’t how I wanted to impress you!”

Wanda is a little startled that you’d even consider impressing her. She’s just Piet’s sister. “Why would you want to impress me?”

“Are you kidding me!? You’re the Scarlet Witch! You’re the coolest Avenger ever! You’re the coolest hero ever!! You’re like…my idol.”

Wanda decides she’s keeping you after that.

It takes no time at all to become best friends.

There are many grumbles and complaints from Piet because ‘you’re hogging my partner. When do I get to spend time with them???’

Pietro meeting your family

He was the first you’d ever brought home to your family.

You were so nervous your family not liking him.

You were even more nervous that he wouldn’t like your family.

Especially if you’re Black, Asian, Native, Latinx or Hispanic

Your family was wildly protective of you.

Despite being Sokovian and Jewish, he still looked like a white boy and that could pose an issue for your traditional family.

Introducing him to your culture and having him not like it was also a fear.

Thankfully Piet’s charm went a long way to winning everyone over.He fit in perfectly.

Even your great aunt/uncle liked him and she/he was rude to everyone (without alcohol, but I digress).

Your little cousins/nieces/nephews absolutely ADORED ‘Uncle Piet’. 

He was amazing with children and that made your mother pull you aside and ask when you’d give her grandchildren

“Honestly Mom/Ma/Mum, it’s only been a few months!!”

“I’m not getting any younger; I want some grandkids from you, [insert nickname here].”

“Mom/Ma/Mum…! Stop!!” you laugh at her insistence.

Wanda is also a hit with your family. 

After finding out they’re orphans, your mother decides to adopt them because no one should grow up without a family. Wanda and Piet tear up and thank her profusely.

The rest of your family accepts them without question. 

Worrying about Piet on missions

When the two of you met after Ultron, he told you about his near death experience.

You were someone he could talk to without pressure and that made it very easy to fall for you.

Your new status as a Stark employee allowed you to wait in the Tower whenever he went away on long missions.

Sometimes Wanda stayed behind with you. The two people Piet adored most in the world.

He always came back to you.

He’d begun taking extra precautions after Ultron. That was one experience he never wished to repeat.

Sometimes you had to patch him up

There were lots of kisses to his booboos which were usually very minor.

He was occasionally a big baby about it if it meant more kisses from you

There was one mission though…

No one came back unscathed. Not even Cap or Bucky. 

Everyone looked like they’d walked through literal Hell. 

It was a sobering sight.

No one liked to talk about it.

Pietro came home and kissed you so hard you could feel the agony roll off of him in waves.

That was the time he finally told you that he loved you.  

Sex with Piet would include

Tender loving.

Pietro Maximoff might be a joking little shit but sex with you is the one thing he takes seriously.

He’s got such a thing for absolutely worshipping your body.

No matter where you are or how often you’ve had sex, he always looks at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. 

It’s the best thing honestly.

Hair pulling/playing with kink

You think he dyed his hair that obnoxious silver for it to go ignored? 

Hellllll naaaawwww. 

Ya boy outchea with the most sensitive fucking scalp ever.

The first time he ever went down on you, your hands ended up in his hair accidentally and he actually came in his pants. 

That was a great night of exploration for the both of you. 

Many orgasms were had.

Oral fixation

There’s no point in wearing underwear around Piet anymore because at any point, he’ll whisk you away just so you can ride his face. 

Did I mention ya boy got a kink for worshipping you?

You on Top

Alternatively, he loves it when you’re in charge

He loses it when you edge him for so long that when he actually cums he sees a universe of stars behind his eyes.

One of his favorite things ever is the look on your face when you ride him.  

Exhibition

PIETRO FUCKING MAXIMOFF IS THE RISKIEST MOTHER FUCKER EVER.

Restaurants, Elevators, Movie theaters, DINNER WITH THE AVENGERS, if he can sneak his between your legs, he fucking will.

This mans outchea with legendary finger game. 

And that’s without using his speed.

But when he does use his speed to vibrate his fingers…you’re a goner. 

Deceased. 

Out of this world. 

Transcended to the Astral Plane.

He also loves spanking your ass.

Actually, he loves your ass in general.

If you work out, he loves watching you do squats, yoga, lunges, anything that involves you in tight yoga pants.

This leads to alternative work outs.

Your stamina has actually improved since the two of you started having sex.

If you’re plus sized

He still worships you.

Your size isn’t a problem for him.

There’s more of you for him to love and that’s the real prize here.

Literally all of the above and all that follow apply because Pietro Maximoff is not a shallow motherfucker.

EXTRA COMFY SNUGGLES

He loves resting his head on your soft tum or lap when you cuddle because you play with his hair and it knocks him the fuck out.

Sometimes the hair playing leads to him yanking your pjs off and burying his face between your legs because goddamn that man loves making you cum.

Him adoring your confidence

You’re not one of those people who fakes being confident.  

If you are, that’s okay, you’ll get there don’t worry.

You worked so long and so goddamn hard to love yourself and you deserve to be confident and in love with yourself.

Anyone who calls you vain can get fucked because you did not endure years of abuse just to bristle at a jealous motherfucker.

Date Nights

Fancy Dates

He always falls out when you dress up. A L W A Y S.

Literally every single time you put on something fancy he goes N U T S

“I have the most gorgeous date to ever exist and everyone needs to know this”. 

SELFIES

Surprisingly (or not lmao) Pietro is the one demanding selfies with you because he wants the world to know he’s head over heels for you.

He also has a professional camera that he uses to sneak photos of you when he thinks you look the most beautiful.

He surprised you with a carefully constructed scrapbook of all of his favorite photos when you were having a particularly low confidence day. It was one of the best days of your life.

Anniversaries

Pietro is the boyfriend who celebrates ‘Month-a-versaries”

The first month you were together, he surprised you with flowers and a cake that said “Congrats on surviving me for a month”. 

It was adorable and hilarious

Every month was a new theme. You were never sure what he would come up with next. There was always a cake that said “Congrats on surviving me”.

Your favorite month was after he finally said “I love you” he decorated your apartment in sticky notes with all the reasons why he loved you and all of his favorite memories.

His favorite month was when you surprised him with a cake that said “Thank you for loving me” and a mixtape of all the songs that reminded you of him because as much as Pietro loves you, you love him just the same.

Marriage

You accidentally proposed to Piet out of the blue one night.

You’d been together for a couple of years at this point.

Even through all the ups and downs, your love for each other never wavered.

The two of you were relaxing in bed in his room in the tower (BECAUSE TONY HAS THE BEST TV DEFINITION AND HE SAID I COULD COME EVER ANYTIME I WANTED DON’T FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS PIET) watching some Disney Movie or other.

“Would you ever marry me, Piet?”

“Without hesitation.”

“Wait seriously?”

He pulls you in for one of his signature toe curling kisses and nods. “Without hesitation.”

Wanda bursts into your bedroom shrieking happily because she’s always wanted another sibling.

“Wait Wanda it was a hypothetical question! I wasn’t actually proposing!”

It’s too late to take it back now because whatever Wanda wants Wanda gets.

You were marrying an Avenger; there was no choice but having an ostentatious wedding.

Your ENTIRE FAMILY showed up.

Being married to Piet isn’t much different from dating him.

You bought a house instead of living your tiny apartment. Piet still had his room at the Tower for Avenger business.

Except for the first couple of months Pietro couldn’t stop calling you [Y/N] Maximoff.

It was adorable and would never get old.

Whenever someone called for Maximoff in the Tower the three of you would answer all at once.

“No not you the other one. No the other, other one!” “Yes that one.”

This lead to having specific (nick)names for all of you.

“Hey Speedy!”

Wanda quite liked her first name thank you very much.

Sam heard Piet call you ‘sugar’ ONCE, and suddenly you were the Tower “Sweetie”.

This lead to Piet having to come up with other nicknames for you.

Your favorite was ‘darling’.

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