#think literally sleeping together is like peak intimacy

[choctalksalot]

two eepy

two mirmir

[soitbe-soitis]

pls write roman roy smut idm what u write abt it just let ur mind run wild 💗

Intimacy of all kinds with Roman is a highly complicated affair. This isn't a secret, it's literally canon. On one hand, he desires closeness so desperately, but he's so scared of letting his walls down; I feel like it would take a very, very long time for him to let you in, even if you've been in a relationship for a while.

Actual penetrative sex is probably a no-go. At least not for a looooong time. Maybe someday. But for now, you're content to take what he is ready to give you; he appreciates your understanding - nobody's ever really got it. But you do, you get it, and he's beyond grateful.

I feel like the first time you're intimate together, it's probably some form of mutual masturbation.

You're in your room together, and he makes some offhanded sexual comment that was probably supposed to be a joke, but the tension in the room is palpable.

I'm a firm believer that though he's reluctant to accept affection, he's a big fan of kissing. So one thing leads to another, and you're making out - this is the furthest you've ever gotten with him, and you're drinking in every bit of it.

The way he makes soft noises when you nip at his bottom lip, leans into your touch when one of your hands comes to tangle in his hair. He's touchstarved, plain and simple, even if he denies it, even if he refuses to let himself indulge that side of him usually.

Your hands drift to the buttons of his dress shirt, and he politely sets a boundary. You totally understand, you back off.

"But we could like, you know..."

You have to make sure he's 100% sure; consent is so extremely important, and Roman is known to make impulsive decisions because he thinks they'll appease people. But once you've got confirmation that he's serious, that's all the encouragement that you need.

Pants are sloppily discarded on the plush carpet of your bedroom. His boxers join your underthings.

He holds your hand while you both take care of yourselves, but he can't look at you - though he wants to, he really does. But you understand. Baby steps.

You can't help but glance over at him, and he looks positively angelic like this - head tilted back against the pillows, eyes lightly shut, lips parted with heavy breath as he strokes himself. You can't help but think to yourself that the sight before you would have been worth waiting for no matter how long it took.

You squeeze his hand, and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, a low moan bubbling up from his throat.

It's over far too quickly; you reach your peak, and the noises you're making are enough to push him over the edge too, spilling over his chest and stomach.

You both lay there for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling, chests heaving, fingers intertwined.

You're worried you've done something wrong when he wordlessly gets up and leaves the room, but he comes back a few minutes later, cleaned up, with a towel for you to do the same.

Once you're both clean, he lays back down with you. You think that'll be it for the night, that you won't say a word and that you'll go to sleep, but then he's pulling you against him, arms wrapping around you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. The intimacy of it all makes your heart swell - the fact that he trusted you enough to go this far, that he didn't run when it was all said and done.

You loved him more than you could put into words, but somehow, deep down, you knew that he knew.

[lastknownstatus-alive]

i've noticed that whenever i get into a ship (or a dynamic) i like, i always get to the point where i just draw them sleeping together (literally)

just. there are other activities that i can have people doing, but no. like my arospec ass thinks "ah exhaustion. peak intimacy" ???

[ri-ahhh]

west coast love (gd)

literally no one asked for this but I’ll expose myself and admit I haven't had dick in a hot minute and mama’s thirsty🤷🏻‍♀️🙊

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warnings: pure badly written smut

“I love the sunsets here.”

You’re gazing out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Ethan and Grayson’s new home with near-literal heart-eyes, elbow on the arm of the couch and chin on your fist as you cuddle the plush throw blanket in your lap closer to your chest. Neon pinks and oranges and streaks of stubborn baby blue paint the sky behind the rolling hills of Encino beautifully, backlighting the palm trees in the boys’ backyard so they’re dark and vivid against the vibrancy of the clouds. California hasn’t been your home for long — this house for even less — but a part of you falls more and more in love with it every night you get to see the sight before you.

Behind you, Grayson strides in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and a couple cans of ginger ale Zevia, which you had requested as snacks for your movie date night in. He smiles; your appreciation of the simple things in life is one of the things he loves most about you.

“Do we even need a movie?” he asks, settling on the couch next to you. He sits the drinks and popcorn on the coffee table before reaching a big hand out to brush your long hair off a nearly-bare shoulder so he can see your profile better. “You seem pretty preoccupied.”

Your head whips around, slightly caught off-guard because you had indeed been so enthralled by the view, but smile softly in return. The sunbeams cause a halo effect around your face, making you ethereal and sweet and completely stunning in Grayson’s eyes.

He’s just as beautiful to your’s. He’s big and warm and hard all over. The angles of his face are perfectly highlighted and contoured in the sun. His pupils are shrunken from the direct light and allow those green-gold hues to illuminate his expressive orbs, which are showing you love and, suddenly, desire when they drop to where the spaghetti strap of your camisole has fallen down your arm.

That’s all it takes for him, really — the mere idea of your clothes coming off.

Your smile morphs into a smirk as you hook a manicured finger into the skinny strip of fabric and stretch it teasingly back in place with a sharp little snap that draws his attention back to your face. Now that he’s next to you for the night, you’d be lying if you said you suddenly didn’t want more than a few cuddles tonight, too; Ethan is out for the night on a date himself, and you and Gray have had far too few nights spent together lately due to the chaos of your lives. Earlier you thought you might be too tired for more than an innocent movie night, but like many other occasions, his mere presence proves you wrong.

“I was,” you admit, and turn your back completely on the sunset for a sight that’s suddenly more favorable. You can’t resist teasing him a bit, though. “By your own words I am a ‘look at the moon’ person. I could probably sit here and stare out the window until it comes up.”

He shakes his head with a grin and reaches out to drag you closer to him. “Not to man-splain, but these windows face west. You’d have to wait a long time to see the moon over here.”

You let out a little hum and hook your hand around his neck, pulling him with you as you take it upon yourself to lay both of you down on the couch. He stretches out on top of you easily, shifting half of his weight on his side so he doesn’t crush you, one hand resting above you and the other already settling in the dip of your waist. “You gonna keep me occupied until then? I have all night.”

“Oh, for sure,” Grayson chuckles, and ducks down to meet your mouth with his. It’s easy at first, an effortless and gentle reacquainting as you both take a moment to savor the simple intimacy of being near each other this way for the first time in way too long. You sink your fingers into his newly cropped hair, the soft bristles at the back of his head unfamiliar to the touch after becoming so used to the curls that used to be there. You miss the leverage, the control that came from being able to grasp onto those curls and pull him away, tug him closer, make his eyes roll back, elicit those deep little moans…

He still looks good, though, too good really, and you’ll find another way to get those reactions from him. Like by sneaking your hands under the soft fabric of his t-shirt until they meet the smooth skin of his back, and digging your nails into his shoulder blades right as you slip your tongue into his mouth. As you hoped, Grayson moans and opens wider, breathing harshly as you drag your fingers down the hard symmetrical planes of muscle, his tongue wet and soft and confident as it slides against yours.

His pleasant warmth has turned into a burning heat on top of you, suffocating you in the best way. You sink your teeth into his succulent lower lip, tugging until it snaps back against his pearly teeth, and break away from his mouth to catch your breath. Your hands bunch up the sides of his shirt in your fists as you pull it up as far as you can with him laying on top of you.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, and he obliges immediately, sitting up and reaching over his head to whip the garment off by the back of the collar. Your eyes are instantly met with the sight of golden skin covering his broad chest and the steep hills and ridges of his abs. The sun, dipping just behind the hills now, makes him look like he was sculpted by Michelangelo even more than usual.

You don’t get to admire the masterpiece of his body for very long, however, before he's settling back over you with an arm pillowing your head and his tongue licking back into your mouth desperately. You welcome the uptick in pace wholeheartedly, especially as he slips a thick, muscular thigh in-between your own. Your hips grind down on him instantly, and he smirks as he dips his head to suck hot kisses along your jaw.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers into your ear when he reaches it, his hot breath eliciting a shiver so deep it makes you arch up into him with a moan. His free hand swoops up to cup your breast through your thin camisole and squeezes roughly, perfectly. “Want me to fuck you while you watch that sunset you love so much?”

You swallow and nod, moaning again when he latches onto that patch of skin of your neck right below your ear and behind the hinge of your jaw. He pinches your sensitive nipple that’s peaking obviously through the black fabric, sitting back to watch your face contort with pleasure at the simple act.

“Words, baby. Use your words.” He’s grinning down at you, thoroughly enjoying the effect he’s having on you without having to do a whole hell of a lot; he’s so fucking cocky, and you love it. You’re soaking wet, and you’d be willing to bet he can feel the heat of your pussy through the three layers of fabric separating your skin.

But he’s as equally hard as you are wet, and it’s enthralling to think he’s just as affected by you as you are by him, even if he hides it a little better. The dampness in your panties as you grind more roughly up into him is satisfying and sexy and makes you gush even more, and you wrap one arm around the middle of his back and the other around his neck for better leverage.

Your eyes meet his. “Want you to lick my pussy. Then I want you to fuck me,” you say directly, a smile of your own tugging at the corners of your kiss-plumped lips as his lashes flutter and he lets out a little growl. You’ve just hit him with the old one-two; Grayson likes eye contact and he loves when you tell him what you want so blatantly.

You achieved the proverbial knockout — you’re in control at that point, and you both know it. He sits up and shifts so he’s between your legs, finding enough room on the couch to rest back on his knees as he tugs your sleep shorts down your legs without hesitation and exposes the simple and decidedly unsexy cotton underwear you usually wear to bed. You hadn’t exactly been going for the lingerie look at the start of the night, but he could clearly care less as he stares at the obvious wet patch at your center when you spread your legs for him.

He looks back down at you with a dark, promising look in his eyes, and you smile sweetly back up at him, sucking a finger between your lips and raising a foot to press into the firm muscle of his left pec. “Eat me out,” you demand with a grin, wiggling your pedicured toes against his skin teasingly.

Grayson growls and grabs you by the ankle of the foot resting on him while you slip another finger into your mouth with a soft moan. He starts trailing kisses up the inside of your calf as he lowers himself to his stomach, then pulls your panties down quickly. He’s so wide, barely fitting on the cushions and between your thighs, but he makes it work as he pushes your right leg out into the open space of the living room and throws the other one over his broad shoulder.

“I love it when you’re bossy,” he says from that position, his eyes smiling up at you as he nuzzles into the velvety skin of your inner thigh on his shoulder, nipping gently. “Makes me crazy.”

You remove your fingers from between your lips with a smirk and trail them lightly just over your slit. You’re so sensitive and wet that even the barely-there touch makes you jump a little and coats your digits in your own slick arousal. Grayson opens his mouth before you even offer them to him, which in and of itself is so fucking hot you only let him suck them for a couple of seconds before you’re removing them to fist into his hair. You can’t wait anymore. “Get to it, then.”

He listens, and the first broad swipe of his tongue is just as heavenly as you anticipated, his eyes glued to your face as he watches you toss your head back with a whimper. He wastes no time in burrowing his face as deep as he can into your pussy, his tongue lapping and slurping up your juices with little moans that reverberate against you and make you groan.

“Yes, Gray,” you whisper, reaching blindly on the floor for a throw pillow and adjusting it hastily behind your head so you can see him better. He’s always so good at this and for some reason it surprises you every time, even though you’ve lost count of how many times he’s had his head between your legs.

His tongue is wet and soft and pure heaven as it dips inside you and curls deliciously, collecting your arousal in his mouth like it’s nectar from a flower. He pulls back and purses his lips to let it all drizzle with his saliva back over your pussy, growling and watching it with heated eyes as it mixes back with the fresh slickness seeping out of you before diving back in.

“Sweet fucking pussy,” he mumbles, his deep voice vibrating deliciously against you. “Tastes so good, baby. You wanna taste, too?”

You curse as your chest heaves and your thighs tremble like an aspen leaf in the wind, nodding wildly as you throw both your arms behind the pillow and wait for him to come up to kiss you or offer you a slick finger to suck on.

No such luck. Grayson smirks. Despite the frustration you feel, you don’t think anything looks better than his eyes peering up at you all dark and seductive and teasing like they are right now. “Gonna have to wait. Gotta make you cum first,” he says maddeningly, then wraps his lips tightly around your clit and suckles it into his warm, wet mouth.

“Grayson, fuck,” you squeal, your hips thrashing against his face uncontrollably. Everything is so wet and sloppy and perfect. His tongue is working the little nub simultaneously with his lips, and the combination is indescribable. Your head is flying high as he drives you to the edge, and your hands dive down once again for something, anything, to ground you. One finds purchase in his hair, and the other he meets with his own so you can interlace your fingers together.

“I’m gonna cum,” you announce a minute later, your voice all high-pitched and breathy and desperate. He moans and sucks harder, holding you down at your hip with his free hand as they fight to strain against his face. “Please, Gray, don’t stop…don’t stop baby, fuck!”

Bliss washes over you and your thighs close around his head sharply, your nails digging ridges into the back of his hand as you cry out. Your whole body shakes and he brings you down with gentle licks and kisses, his hands pushing against your legs to get them to open around him so he can sit up.

Your eyes open when you feel the cool air suddenly hit your dripping pussy, and gaze up at him adoringly as he towers over you on his knees. His cheeks are pink and his face is shiny from the nose down, somehow eliciting a throb down below even as you’re recovering from your orgasm. He grabs your wrist and drags you up by your arm, your body relaxed and ragdoll-like, but you follow his lead anyways. His big hands come to clasp your flushed face by the cheeks and he leans down, kissing you deeply and giving you that taste of yourself that he had promised. Mouth still glued to yours, he drags the straps of your camisole down your arms and tugs the top of it down just enough to expose your tits. He sits you back a bit and ducks down just long enough to swipe his tongue across each of your pebbled nipples with a harsh suck before he’s pulling back again.

“Turn over,” he commands, his voice strained, tapping your hip as he steps away completely from the couch.

Your camisole is still bunched around your waist, but you don’t think twice about it as you follow his instructions, getting on your hands and knees for him and preemptively arching your back as you wait for him to shuck his sweatpants and assume his position behind you.

Ass in the air, your arms hook over the arm of the couch and your pussy throbs in anticipation when you feel the dip in the cushion made by his knee. He smacks one of your cheeks and his groan at the sight of the resulting jiggle mingles in the air with your surprised yelp at the pleasurable pain.

“Fuck me, please,” you moan out against the damp skin of your arms where your head is resting, turning your cheek so you can see him. He’s got one foot planted on the floor, one bent on the couch, and one of his hands grips your hip while the other steadily strokes his hard, leaking cock.

He trails the blunt head of it up and down your slit and chuckles when you push back eagerly against him with a whine. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, and you can hear the smug smile in his deep, rumbly voice. He runs his fingers up your dripping slit, collecting some of the slick moisture and rubbing it over his shaft. He’d be lying if he said he could wait any longer, either, the heat of your pussy practically a siren’s call of his name. “Ready?”

“Yes!” you answer desperately, gasping when you finally feel him start to push into you. The stretch is incredible; the fact that it’s been a few days and that he hasn't so much as slipped a finger inside you tonight has you extra tight and it’s so good, for both you and him. “Oh my god, Gray.”

The fit is so snug that he stops halfway, easing out slowly with a groan before pushing back in and going a little bit further. It takes a couple more passes before he’s finally completely sheathed inside you. He allows himself a few moments to gather his stamina and appreciate the view of your pussy lips stretched tightly around his girth before he slowly starts to build a rhythm.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he gasps, his hands clutching tightly at your hips as you start to bounce back to meet his thrusts. “Pussy so fucking tight for me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back and you moan, his long fingers squeezing into the erogenous creases of your hips that are hardwired to your clit. Your pussy throbs and you close your eyes when his pace picks up at the sensation of you tightening around him like that, losing yourself in the sounds of his grunts and harsh breaths and whispered curses. This is your favorite position and he knows it, and he has an equal appreciation for it since he’s allowed the view of your ass bouncing against his hard stomach, the gentle slope of your back.

The reflection of your tits jiggling and your blissed-out face in the window.

He smirks to himself and slides his right hand up your spine until it’s clasped in a handful of your thick hair at the base of your neck. He leans over you and sees in person your rounded lips, your lashes resting against the tops of your cheeks, the beads of sweat dotting your forehead as he continues to pound into you.

“Look, baby,” he breathes roughly into your ear. His breath is wet and hot against your skin, and you force your eyes to flutter open at his demand. “Sunset.”

You had been so zoned out from the pleasure he’s giving you that you hadn’t even noticed the deep purples that now mix with the lingering bits of orange in the sky. It’s still beautiful, and you appreciate it somewhere in a barely-cognizant part of the back of you mind.

Suddenly, he’s sitting both of you up, hand pulling pleasurably in your hair and causing your eyes to roll back. “Hold on,” he whispers, wrapping both of his arms around your waist once your back is flush against his chest.

Before you can even question him, he’s picking you up by the middle and walking you towards the window, still tucked inside you. Your feet instinctively lift up and one arm goes to wrap around the back of his neck while the other clutches around his that are supporting you. “Gray, what —”

He sits you down on your feet right in front of the glass. The room is lighter than it is outside now, so you can see both yourselves and part of the room while also having the full view of the dark hills, depending on what you focus on. Your eyes meet in the reflection and he bends you over at the waist slightly, spreading your feet apart to where he wants them. He collects your long hair and wraps it around his fist while planting his other palm on the window next to your head as he starts thrusting again, like he never stopped at all.

“No moon yet,” he huffs between long, rhythmic thrusts that have you trembling and barely able to stand, “but stars are coming out.”

“Yeah,” you moan, not really sure yourself if you’re answering him or if it’s just a reaction to the angle of his dick this way. It’s hitting your spot, the one you can feel from behind your belly to your nipples to your clit to your toes, and it makes your moans loud and wanton. Your temple rests against the cool glass, your hands bracing yourself against the window as you take him deep. Your eyes open enough to catch how one last, stubborn ray of the sun shining into the house makes the Rolex on his wrist next to your face glint seductively, like it’s winking at you. That’s hot. 

“Harder!”

Grayson moans and releases your hair to rub expert circles into your clit as he does, indeed, thrust harder and faster into you. You don’t even have time to warn him that you’re coming, your second orgasm hitting you as quick and sudden as a tidal wave. You scream his name, moaning and whimpering as you fall apart in his arms, your legs shaking and struggling to hold yourself up.

He groans again, louder this time as his hips become sloppy with the unexpected tight spasms and warm gush of your pussy around him. He buries his nose in your hair and has enough of his wits about him to move his hand from your clit to your waist so he can support you against the glass

“Cum for me, Gray,” you whisper, out of breath and exhausted as you reach back and clutch at his hair, twisting so you can kiss him sloppily. You don’t know how you’re able to form sensible words, but your whimper against his lips. “Want it deep in my pussy.”

His jaw drops, a guttural moan catching in his throat as he pumps roughly a few more times before spilling inside you. Your name escapes his open mouth and every harsh breath that leaves with it finds purchase against your swollen lips.

It takes what feels like forever for you both to come down, but eventually he plants a soft, sweet kiss to your cheek and holds his dick as he pulls out with a barely audible groan. His discarded shirt is conveniently just a couple feet away, and he turns you around so your back is against the window before reaching down to grab it. He swipes up his nut that’s leaking steadily out of you and down your thigh, and you smile at him gratefully when he’s done, kissing him chastely to say ‘thank you’ before wiggling out of your useless camisole top.

“Still want to wait to see the moon here?” he asks, gathering you in his arms and hugging you to him with a grin.

You hug him back and shake your head. “It’ll be there tomorrow.”

[bettydice]

the intrinsic intimacy of staring at your opponent through the net and wanting her to absolutely rail you

wlw Wangxian, E-Rated, Modern AU - Volleyball Rivals, cisswap

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“I think Lan Zhan could rip the ball in half, if she wanted to.”

“Mhmmrmmm mhhnannm,” Jiang Cheng groaned into his pillow. Wei Ying knew he was disagreeing with her but chose to ignore it.

“If she’s really angry… she could… just grab it and…” Wei Ying shuddered and pressed her hands against her flushed cheeks. The Yiling Demons were playing against the Gusu Clouds the next day and she was unreasonably nervous. It certainly would not be the first time they’d play against each other, nor would it be the last. No reason to be nervous, right? “Just absolutely destroy it.”

Jiang Cheng groaned again, then sat up in his bed and glared at her, hair sticking out in all directions. “Why? It’s in the middle of the fucking night! Go to bed and leave me alone!”

Wei Ying ignored him, just stared at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, gnawing her thumb. “She could rip me in half. Have you seen how mad she was last game? I bet she wanted to…” Wei Ying swallowed thickly as she remembered the furious look Lan Zhan had sent her way through the net. Not just a look. Looks. Plural. The entire game. “Annihilate me.”

“And why is this a problem now, at 2 a.m.? She always looks at you that way.” Jiang Cheng threw his pillow at her, but Wei Ying caught it easily, then threw it back at him, hitting him in the face.

“Cute that you thought you could catch me, star volleyball player Wei Ying of the Yiling Demons, by surprise,” Wei Ying cackled while Jiang Cheng cursed under his breath and slammed the pillow down next to him.

“Exactly,” he grumbled. “Then why are you so worried you have to disturb my hard-earned sleep?”

“It’s just… an important game. That’s all.” Wei Ying was gnawing on her thumb again.

“Stop that, do you want it to bleed again?” Jiang Cheng slapped her hand away. “And it’s a friendly match for charity. Just go the fuck to sleep.”

“I need to play well so we raise a lot of money! I don’t want to be responsible for the library not being able to expand! Can you imagine the shame? Lan Zhan really would rip me in half then, she loves books.”

“How do you even know that? ... Don’t tell me. I know you’re obsessed with her.” Jiang Cheng snorted, adjusted his pillow and lied back down. “Now fuck off. Go to bed. You’ll play well tomorrow, you always do.”

“I’m not obsessed with Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying yelled indignantly, but Jiang Cheng only pulled his blanket over his head. Wei Ying stared at his back for a few seconds, outraged. Then, when he made no sign of saying anything else, she huffed and went back to her room, grumbling under her breath.

She wasn’t obsessed! She had a normal amount of interest in Lan Zhan! They had an intense athletic rivalry, and because Lan Zhan was the most dangerous player, she had to be aware of what she was doing at all times! Also, it was physically impossible to ignore Lan Zhan, she was so tall and imposing! Nobody could take their eyes off her and her strong arms and thighs and… Nobody! Nothing wrong with admiring the female form in peak physical perfection. Obsessed? Jiang Cheng didn’t know what he was talking about.

In bed, Wei Ying kept turning and tossing, so annoyed was she with her brother. Annoyed with him for talking nonsense. Annoyed that he didn’t help distract her from her thoughts. Because she had reason to be anxious, didn’t she? Because something happened last game… Well, nothing happened, but… After the game, Lan Zhan had been waiting for her in front of the locker room. Wen Qing had only rolled her eyes and left, leaving Wei Ying cruelly behind. Alone and defenceless in front of Lan Zhan, who wanted to rip her in half! Lan Zhan had stared at her, fiercely, while Wei Ying clutched the strap of her bag, face growing hot. Then Lan Zhan had said: “I’d like to talk to you.”

She’d said it so politely, almost shyly. Usually, Wei Ying would be thrilled to be the sole focus of Lan Zhan’s attention, but…

Wei Ying had fled. Had mumbled something about having to help Wen Qing with A Thing and had literally run away.

What had Lan Zhan wanted to talk about? Lan Zhan didn’t just talk to people… Would she try again after tomorrow’s game? Or had Wei Ying messed it up and now Lan Zhan will never talk to her again. Maybe she won’t even allow Wei Ying chatting at her during parties anymore, won’t endure her tipsy ramblings, won’t let her crowd into her personal space anymore.

Wei Ying couldn’t decide what’d be worse – Lan Zhan waiting for her tomorrow after the game or Lan Zhan never looking at her again.

No. She knew.

She wanted Lan Zhan to keep looking at her.

When she finally fell asleep, her sleep was restless, and she woke up with quickly dissipating memories of dreams of Lan Zhan’s piercing gaze.

As soon as Wei Ying entered the gym, she saw Lan Zhan, warming up on court. As though she could sense her presence, Lan Zhan turned her head and stared directly at Wei Ying. And frowned.

Okay, so she was still looking at her. Good. Good, good. The frowning… well, a lot of people frowned at her daily, nothing to worry about. In fact, Jiang Cheng was frowning at her right now.

“This is that ref again, isn’t it?” Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked across the court where the ref was chatting with Lan Yi, the trainer of the Gusu Clouds. Wei Ying really didn’t have time for his bullshit right now.

“If you embarrass me again, you’re banned from watching my games for a whole season,” Wei Ying hissed at him, eyes searching out Lan Zhan again, who was doing lunges now. Her legs were looking especially powerful today.

“How is demanding a fair ref embarrassing you? She clearly had it out against the Demons, your fingers did not touch that ball!”

“You were yelling at the ref and they probably would’ve thrown you out if Jiejie hadn’t charmed them with her presence and promised she’d keep you in check.”

Before Jiang Cheng could open his mouth to counter with even more bullshit, Wen Qing joined them, putting her arms around both their shoulders, effectively shutting Jiang Cheng up.

“Ready? I’m in the mood to crush some skulls today. Let’s go warm up.”

“Yeah, be right there!”

Wen Qing nodded, then gave them both a slap on their butts. Jiang Cheng turned bright red and decidedly did not watch Wen Qing walk away.

“You’re so fucking embarrassing,” Wei Ying murmured at him under her breath, dragging her eyes forcefully away from Lan Zhan and her glutes, and turning towards the locker rooms. “You know she has a girlfriend, right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jiang Cheng elbowed her, but very half-heartedly. Probably, because it was game day, and he didn’t want to risk actually hurting her. Ugh, he was such a sap. “Go get changed.”

“I will! You should go outside and wait for Jiejie, I’m sure she brought way too many snacks again.”

“Fine, I will!” Jiang Cheng turned around and stomped off, but not before yelling: “Warm up properly!”

Ah, her sweet little baby brother. This was why she couldn’t be mad at him for long, even if he said nonsensical things like Wei Ying being obsessed with Lan Zhan.

The game was… intense, for a charity game. Well, maybe it wasn’t. Her teammates seemed to be having fun. But Wei Ying wasn’t having fun. She couldn’t focus on the game, couldn’t stop thinking about whether Lan Zhan would want to talk again. And what it was she wanted to talk about. She couldn’t… it wouldn’t…

It probably didn’t have anything to do with how Wei Ying had gotten drunk at the last party they both had attended and had… said things. She couldn’t really remember what she had said, but she remembered clinging to Lan Zhan’s strong arm and looking up at her, at her lips, feeling hot all over. And maybe this had been the party after the game where Wei Ying had realised she wanted Lan Zhan to press her against a flat surface and make out with her.

So. Lan Zhan probably just wanted to let her down gently, right? Because she was actually a nice person, even if she’d gained the reputation of being an Ice Queen. Wei Ying didn’t want to hear it though; she already knew Lan Zhan would never want to do those things to her. Even though she could, Wei Ying would let her do anything.

She shook her head and tried to focus on the game. Gusu Clouds were 2:1 in the lead and currently two points ahead of them in this set, so they really had to get their shit together. With newfound determination, Wei Ying managed to land a spike right in front of Lan Zhan. As her team huddled together to cheer, Wei Ying couldn’t help herself. She looked at Lan Zhan, who was already looking back at her, and grinned. Lan Zhan… smiled? Was that really a smile? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fucking fuck? Fuck.

Was this some kind of evil tactic from Lan Zhan? Because there was no way Wei Ying could focus now. She just stared at Lan Zhan through the net, across the field. Lan Zhan was actually concentrating on the ball now and not looking back. Well, good for her.

Wei Ying tried to focus, she really did. But then Lan Zhan jumped in the air to hit the ball and her shirt rode up a little, showing a hint of her abs. She was so strong and graceful, she –

The ball hit Wei Ying in the face with the full force of Lan Zhan’s infamous spike. She blinked and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the ground. She blinked again - now her teammates were crowded around her, yelling. At her?

“I’m fine,” she said, but no one seemed to hear her. Her face hurt, of course, but a numb kind of pain, not a ‘broke my nose’ kind of pain. And Wei Ying knew what that felt like!

Somebody helped her up and off the field, and five minutes later she was sitting there with a giant ice pack pressed to her face. It had taken one minute to convince the paramedic she was fine and four minutes to convince Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli that they could go back to the stands.

She was fine, but she wasn’t allowed back on the field, so she could spend the rest of the match being eaten up by embarrassment. She’d just stood there and let the ball hit her, because… because she was too horny for Lan Zhan! What the fuck was wrong with her?

Wei Ying had to watch her team lose the set and the game and knew it was her fault. She needed to get over this… whatever this was. She should allow Lan Zhan to say her piece, tell her ‘Wei Ying, I’m really not interested in you like that or at all’ and then maybe Wei Ying could get over… whatever this was… and be able to focus again when they were playing the Clouds.

Either that, or she’d have to stop playing volleyball and also maybe move to a different country. Which she didn’t have any money for.

She was the last one in the locker room, everyone eager to shower and change quickly to go stuff their faces at the picnic slash barbecue the teams organized in the little park next to the gym to hopefully collect a lot of donations. Everyone had been so nice to her, making sure she really was okay, getting her a new ice pack, when all she wanted was just to crawl in a hole and die.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t even just keep lying here on the bench, ice pack on her face, hair drying slowly, until it got dark and everyone had left, because Jiang Cheng had already sent her five worried messages. Lan Zhan was probably at the picnic too, right? It was for a good cause, even she wouldn’t skip a social gathering that was for a good cause.

Okay, Wei Ying was going. She was.

Right now.

Okay.

Five more minutes. The ice pack was still a little cold; she needed to use it a bit longer if she wanted to ensure a minimum amount of swelling. There would be a bruise, maybe even a full black eye, but so far there was no swelling.

Suddenly, the door opened. Maybe it was Wen Qing coming to get her and/or to yell at her because Jiang Cheng was yelling.

She turned her head with a weary sigh, then sucked all the air back in, because… Lan Zhan. Was here. Walking over to her. Crouching down next to the bench Wei Ying was lying on. And… and… carefully lifting the ice pack from Wei Ying’s face and looking at her.

“Does it hurt?” Lan Zhan stroked her thumb over Wei Ying’s cheek, just under her bruise. She’d never…

“Uh… n-no?” Wei Ying stuttered, because she was a mess and Lan Zhan was touching her face very gently.

“You’re not sure?” Lan Zhan sounded amused, her thumb still stroking Wei Ying’s cheek.

“It doesn’t hurt badly. Just a little.” Wei Ying hoped that her voice sounded normal, but it was hard to tell because she currently couldn’t remember what her voice usually sounded like. It was always this high, right?

“Good.” Lan Zhan nodded her approval. Then, she moved her hand, so it rested on Wei Ying’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw now. Wei Ying swallowed hard, which Lan Zhan would be able to feel. “Why didn’t you move?”

Lan Zhan’s gaze was hot on her face and oh… she knew. Whatever Wei Ying had told her… She knew and this was her way of…

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying pleaded. She already knew, why did she want Wei Ying to confess to her horny obsession?

Lan Zhan watched the flush spread out on Wei Ying’s face, travel down her neck and chest. But the look in her eyes told Wei Ying that she wouldn’t back down. “Tell me.”

Wei Ying let out a shaky breath, then stared at the ceiling. “I had trouble… focusing.”

“Why?” Lan Zhan’s thumb was now resting right underneath her lower lip, which was horribly unfair.

“Lan Zhannnn, please. You know why.” Wei Ying squeezed her eyes shut, which she immediately regretted because the bruised side of her face hurt, so she opened them again, accidentally meeting Lan Zhan’s eyes. Lan Zhan was smiling at her. She looked… still intense, but her features were much softer than what Wei Ying’s heart could handle.

“Tell me.” She was still smiling; the same secret smile Wei Ying had seen on the court earlier. Was it just for her?

“Because… I… You’re… really hot.” Wei Ying had never been this in embarrassed in her life, and when she was embarrassed, she started babbling. That’s why she said, while staring straight at Lan Zhan’s amused face: “I could see your abs when you jumped.”

“Mhm. Is that all?”

“Huh?” What else did Lan Zhan want her to say? Wasn’t this enough???

“You weren’t thinking of kneeling between my strong thighs or how my long fingers would feel inside of you?” Lan Zhan said with an almost completely straight face. Her ears were a little red, her mouth twitching a little, but otherwise… how could she just…

“What… why… oh fuck is that what I…” Wei Ying tried to hide her mortified face behind her hands, but Lan Zhan didn’t let her, pulling her hands back down with just one – just one! – of her large hands. Fuck. “I was really drunk. Lan Zhan, you can’t hold me accountable for my drunk ramblings.”

“So, you don’t want that?” Suddenly, Lan Zhan’s hand was resting on Wei Ying’s stomach, not very far from her boobs. Rather close to them, actually. Wei Ying was only wearing a ratty old tank top over her sports bra. A really thin top. Lan Zhan’s hand was very warm.

“Uhm… “ It seemed like if Wei Ying were to say yes, then these things would actually come true. She didn’t know why she was so scared to admit it, this was what she wanted. “I… Please.”

Lan Zhan put her hand right across Wei Ying’s heart. And her boob, as a side-effect. Or was it the other way round? Her left eyebrow twitched a miniscule amount, another question. Wei Ying bit her lip and nodded and hope it was enough, that Lan Zhan would finally –

Lan Zhan kissed her.

This kiss wasn’t a quick peck or a shy first meeting of lips. Lan Zhan wasn’t asking anymore; she had heard Wei Ying’s pleas, and this was her answer.

Wei Ying tried to be an enthusiastic participant of the kiss, but it was very difficult, because she also had to figure out where to put her hands: Desperately clinging to the bench? Buried in Lan Zhan’s hair? Gripping her strong shoulders? Additionally, there were loud moans seeking to escape her throat and she really tried to hold them back. However, Wei Ying quickly found out that she was incapable of holding back moans when Lan Zhan was squeezing her tit. And Lan Zhan seemed to like it, because whenever Wei Ying moaned, Lan Zhan squeezed harder – a vicious, delicious cycle.

The only problem was that Lan Zhan’s touch was so good that all the parts of Wei Ying that weren’t being touched were complaining about it. She tried to tell Lan Zhan this but trying to talk around a tongue in her mouth just sounded like more moaning, meaning more squeezing, meaning more actual moaning. Since Wei Ying wasn’t willing to break the kiss just yet, she tried to shimmy so Lan Zhan’s hand would move lower, or at least under her shirt.

Lan Zhan’s hand did move. To her stomach, pressing down to stop her squirming. Oh. Yeah, okay. That was. Mhm.

Lan Zhan also stopped kissing her, which was not okay at all, and Wei Ying wasn’t too proud to pout and try to pull her back down. But Lan Zhan didn’t budge, because she was very tall and ridiculously strong.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan looked down at her with a frown. Why was she frowning again? Wei Ying had already stopped squirming!

“Why aren’t you kissing meeeee?” Wei Ying whined, but with a lot of dignity. She wasn’t desperate or anything.

“Your phone.” Lan Zhan’s eyes flicked towards Wei Ying’s phone she’d at some point dropped into one of her trainers.

The phone was ringing. Oh!

Wei Ying scrambled into a sitting position and fished her phone out of her shoe. Lan Zhan didn’t move at all during this, so Wei Ying had to spread her legs to accommodate her. Lan Zhan’s hand was now resting high, very high, on her thigh instead of her stomach.

She answered the phone without looking at the screen, because she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of Lan Zhan crouching between her legs, looking up at her with dark eyes and well-kissed lips. Fuck.

“Yes?”, Wei Ying barked into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” Ugh, of course it was Jiang Cheng. Of fucking course! “Jiejie is worried you fainted in the locker room! I texted you like three times! Do you need to go to the fucking hospital or something?”

“Aw, you care so much! That’s so sweet, A-Cheng.” Wei Ying had to look away from Lan Zhan’s face after all, because it was just… a lot to handle, while trying to annoy her brother.

“Don’t be gross! Anyway, you’re okay? Because I’m taking A-Jie home, the heat is getting to her.”

“Is she okay? Do you need help?” No matter how horny Wei Ying was, she would walk away from Lan Zhan’s everything right now, if her sister needed her. She’d probably cry about it later, but she would do it.

“She’s fine, just a little dizzy. Anyway, are you coming, too? I’m not gonna drive back later to pick you up, okay, no matter how many crying emojis you send me.”

This was a lie and they both knew it; Jiang Cheng would totally come pick her up. But Wei Ying had, uh, different plans. “No, I’ll stay here and… “ A hand squeezed her thigh. “Uhm, I’ll see you tonight.”

“You’re really okay? No nausea or anything? Because I can-”

Jiang Cheng’s worry was sweet and all, but Wei Ying really needed this phone call to end ASAP. Luckily, she knew how to accomplish that. “Ooooh, my sweet little A-Cheng is so worried, because he loves me soooo much, how touching! I want to squish your cheeks and-“

Jiang Cheng hung up. Wei Ying dropped the phone back in her shoe, and finally dared to look at Lan Zhan again.

Lan Zhan still looked so put together in her shorts and sleeveless blouse, her hair in a braid, only slightly ruffled by Wei Ying’s searching hands. Didn’t look even half as sweaty and flushed as Wei Ying felt. Wei Ying wanted to change that.

Lan Zhan wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t have done all that if she didn’t want this. If she didn’t want Wei Ying. So…

Wei Ying took off her top under Lan Zhan’s intense gaze and dropped it on top of her phone. Lan Zhan only quirked one eyebrow, slid one finger under the waistband of Wei Ying’s sweatpants. She didn’t tug on it, but the command was clear: Off.

Wei Ying took those off as well, so she was sitting in front of Lan Zhan in only her sports bra and her yellow panties with little cartoon ghosts saying ‘BOO’ on them.

Lan Zhan looked up at her and smirked. “Boo.”

Fuck, why was Lan Zhan so cute? Wei Ying had no choice but to take her face between her hands and drag her up, so she could kiss her. Lan Zhan let herself be dragged, half kneeling on the bench between Wei Ying’s thighs. Because she was so tall, Wei Ying now had to tilt her head back to be able to still kiss her. It was a very awkward and uncomfortable position, but they were kissing again, so Wei Ying counted it as a win.

Lan Zhan had always been extremely competitive, so of course she wouldn’t content herself with staying like this. A few seconds and some manhandling later, Wei Ying found herself sitting on Lan Zhan’s lap, back to Lan Zhan’s chest.

Wei Ying started squirming again, trying to turn around so she could look at Lan Zhan’s beautiful face and to receive more kisses. But Lan Zhan had other things in mind. Namely, pulling Wei Ying’s bra up and her panties down, so she could grab Wei Ying’s left tit with one hand and her pussy with the other.

“Lan Zhan, you…” Wei Ying said. Well, moaned.

“Mhm,” Lan Zhan murmured against Wei Ying’s neck.

Wei Ying didn’t actually know how she’d wanted to finish that sentence, and then Lan Zhan started pinching and rubbing, so she finished it with: “Fuck.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agreed and bit her shoulder.

Wei Ying’s whole existence melted down to three things: her shoulder, her throbbing clit, and her nipple. Lan Zhan was the only thing keeping her together, while she was thoroughly taking her apart. It didn’t make any sense, but Wei Ying had never paid much attention to ‘sense’ anyway.

“Lan Zhan… ah… Can’t I… Can’t I look at you?” Wei Ying tried to turn around again, but her body didn’t listen, too busy undulating and chasing Lan Zhan’s touch.

“Yes. After you’ve come.” Lan Zhan said and dipped one, no, two fingers into Wei Ying’s hole, then went back to rubbing her clit, the slide much smoother now because Wei Ying was so fucking wet.

“I… So mean… Lan… Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying came while moaning Lan Zhan’s name, her orgasm rolling over her so quickly and so strongly, she was afraid she’d fall off Lan Zhan’s lap. She put her hands over Lan Zhan’s to make sure she didn’t let her go while Wei Ying’s body was still twitching with aftershocks.

Lan Zhan held her, kept holding her, kept pressing kisses to her shoulder and her neck, murmuring her name, until Wei Ying finally felt like she had control over her body again.

This time, when she tried to turn around, Lan Zhan let her and even helped her pull up her panties, so she could comfortably sit on Lan Zhan’s thighs, Lan Zhan’s arms securely around her waist.

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying began, but then had to kiss her first, before she could continue. “You’re really pretty.”

“Wei Ying is pretty.” A smile tugged at the corner of Lan Zhan’s mouth and Wei Ying had to kiss the smile. And Lan Zhan’s cheek, because that was an important part of smiling. And her forehead, because Lan Zhan’s brain was behind there, and it had to work for the smile to happen. And her nose, simply because it was a good nose. And her other cheek, she didn’t want it to feel left out.

After her work was done, Wei Ying leaned back to look at Lan Zhan’s face again. She should do this again while wearing lipstick. If Lan Zhan would allow it. If she even wanted this again… Oh wait, were they even done yet?! Because… “Lan Zhan, you haven’t come yet!”

Wei Ying moved her hand down to Lan Zhan’s waistband but was once again stopped by one of Lan Zhan’s strong hands.

“Later.”

“What do you mean ‘later’?” Wei Ying pouted, trying to hide her anxiety. What if there was no later? She wanted to give Lan Zhan the best orgasm now, so she would not be able to forget this ever happened. Because Wei Ying certainly wouldn’t be able to. “When will that be? Don’t you want to come now? I’ll eat you out, Lan Zhan, please, you know how good I am with my mouth.”

Lan Zhan’s grip tightened, Wei Ying’s words clearly affecting her in some way. But still she said: “Later.”

Wei Ying whined, but Lan Zhan smiled so beautifully, it shut her up again.

“Later will be in about 15 minutes, if you walk fast.” Lan Zhan let her gaze drag over Wei Ying’s flushed face, her still exposed tits, down to her soaked panties and back up to her face. She smirked. “Let’s say twenty minutes, because I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“Wow, okay, I’ll have you know I’m a superstar athlete! I can walk very fast, under any circumstances!” Wei Ying didn’t really want to leave Lan Zhan’s lap, but proving her point was more important. Though her legs did prove to be a little wobbly still. She put her hand on Lan Zhan’s shoulder to steady herself, ignoring Lan Zhan’s smug expression. Well, not ignore it completely. It was kinda hot actually.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Or do you need some time to recover? I understand, I’m a very good kisser and-“

Lan Zhan, it turned out, did not need to recover, but Wei Ying did, after Lan Zhan pressed her against the wall and kissed her until she was dizzy.

“Well… You proved your… Anyway… As I was saying… In conclusion, I was right,” Wei Ying panted against Lan Zhan’s smiling mouth. She really was smiling a lot today. It did dangerous things to Wei Ying’s heart.

“Thirty minutes,” Lan Zhan said, because she was a menace.

“Fuck you,” Wei Ying sighed weakly, pulled down her bra and began collecting her clothes.

“Mhm, later.”

Wei Ying chose to ignore that comment, because getting dressed required all her attention, since Lan Zhan’s hands were still holding her hips and refusing to let go.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, Wei Ying was finally ready to leave the locker room, not bothering to look in the mirror, because her face was a mess anyway, no need to confirm that.

She turned to Lan Zhan and held out her hand, smiling. They were going to have sex and it was going to be so amazing, Lan Zhan would want to do it again! And again. And-

“Wei Ying… before we…” Lan Zhan suddenly hesitated and avoided her eyes. Which… ever since Wei Ying had finally annoyed Lan Zhan enough to look at her, she’d never stopped doing that.

“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? Do you want to go to the fundraiser instead? I understand, it’s more important than me, haha.”

At that, Lan Zhan looked back at her, frowning, took her hand and pulled her close. “Nothing is more important than Wei Ying.”

“Uh…” Wei Ying swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Nothing.” Lan Zhan pressed a kiss to the back of Wei Ying’s hand and Wei Ying was going to combust or melt into a puddle or just plain explode.

“Uh… then… what did you want to say?”

“When you were drunk…”

“Oh no, what else did I… listen, if I said… like kinky shit you’re not comfortable with, or…” There were so many things she wanted Lan Zhan to do to her, if she talked even just about a fraction of those…

“You said, you wanted to watch me while I made breakfast for you,” Lan Zhan said quietly, eyes now locked with Wei Ying’s. “That you want to hold my hand while we’re sitting on your couch, watching a movie.”

“Oh. Lan Zhan, I can explain!” Wei Ying said, then squeezed her eyes shut and wished to disappear, because she actually couldn’t explain. This sounded as though she wasn’t just horny, this sounded as though she was in love with Lan Zhan or something. Which… was true. Fuck. Of course, she was in love with Lan Zhan! Well, who could blame her???

She slowly opened one eye, risking a glance. Lan Zahn was still there, looking at her. Waiting. Wei Ying closed her eye again, so she could think.

“Wei Ying.”

“Just a second!”

“I also want that.”

“What?” Wei Ying’s eyes flew open, so she could confirm with her eyes that her ears hadn’t heard that wrong.

The tips of Lan Zhan’s ears were flushed, but her eyes and the set of her jaw were determined. “I also want that, Wei Ying. With you.”

“Oh… So like… you’d want to be… I don’t know… “ Wei Ying swallowed hard, then looked at Lan Zhan’s cheekbone instead of her eyes. She wanted to kiss that cheekbone. “Like girlfriends? Gal Pals? Les-bee-anz? Gaaaaaaayyyyy-“

Lan Zhan had mercy on her and shut her up with a kiss.

It took them 45 minutes to get to Lan Zhan’s apartment. Wei Ying didn’t leave until noon the next day, 10 angry messages from Jiang Cheng, and many orgasms later.

[inadaydream99]

Hey! Can I request a Juyeon best friends to lovers imagine? They could be in love with each other but are scared to confess to each other so the members help them secretly... I didn't think much about it, I hope this is enough, thanks!

Hi thanks for requesting! I loved writing this and I got a bit carried away so it took a while 😂 I wanted to try and parallel the whole cliché falling in love with your best friend romance film trope with (Y/N). I hope you enjoy!

Lost (and found)

I was lost until I found you. You wipe the stray tears running down your cheeks. Damn your love for cheesy romcoms and your inability to refrain from crying. The sleeve of your light grey sweater is now darkened and damp as you gently wipe it over your eyes. You want to find an endless love like the couple in the movie. They were best friends, deeply in love with each other from the moment they met. It’s almost scary how relatable you find the whole scenario, being in love with your best friend too. Except, unlike the fictional world of the movie, your love can’t be expressed or reciprocated.

You’d known Juyeon for exactly two years, one month and eighteen days. Not that you’re counting or anything... And you’ve been in love with him for just as long. But everytime you’ve built up enough courage to finally tell him how you feel, something has gotten in the way. Last time the words were right on the tip of your tounge, but at the very second you’d opened your mouth, Juyeon had gotten an important call and had to rush off to work.

Come to think of it, its odd how much this romcom resembles your own life. Just like the female lead you’d had little luck in love. You’d also been mistaken for a couple numerous times when on ‘best friend dates’ with Juyeon and don’t get me started on waking up in the same bed after one drunken night. Though as it turns out nothing happened other than actually sleeping.

The only difference in the movie and reality is that her best friend had also been madly in love with her.

And that’s how you ended up balling your eyes out.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Juyeon rushes over to you the second he finds you crying alone in the darkened room. Worry shoots through him when you fail to respond, the sounds of your blubbering making his heart ache.

Your attempt at explaining anything at all is ruined when you peak up and meet Juyeon’s gaze. It’s so sympathetic and filled with such worry that you can’t bring yourself to say a word. And anyway, how could you tell him the reason for your sadness now? That’d go down as the worst way in history to ever confess how you feel to someone.

“Just the movie.” You manage, bringing your sweater covered hands up to your face and brushing away any tears steaming down your cheeks.

“You had me worried just then!” Juyeon throws his head back, laughing as relief floods him.

“Sorry.” You half heartedly chuckle, feeling embarrassed by the whole situation.

You watch as Juyeon focuses back on you, silence surrounding you both as you stare at each other. You notice how Juyeon’s face becomes deep in thought. It almost feels like his eyes are taking in every part of your face, trying to remeber each feature. Though it’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. It’s how you see him look at the people he admires and that thought alone is enough you make your heart skip a beat.

“I just care about you a lot.” He whispers, his hand carefully reaching out to tuck the few loose strands of hair that have fallen in front of your face back behind your ear. The action carries a level of intimacy that makes you softly gasp. Juyeon’s gaze shifting back to meet yours when he notices your reaction.

There’s a brief moment between you where everything stands still. His hand paused by your ear, mid action. It’s like something changes between you, a spark igniting. But the sound of crashing ruins it all, both of your attentions drawn onto the noise coming from the next room.

“I’m ok!” You hear what sounds like Younghoon call after a few seconds, laughter bubbling up inside of you as you shake your head in disbelief.

“How is he so clumsy?” Juyeon jokes, retracting his hand away from your ear and awkwardly stuffing it into his pocket.

He stands back up from his crouching position, looking down at you with a subtle smile. You can tell he doesn’t want to leave, but he also can’t find an excuse to stay.

“Do you want to join?” You stupidly ask. It’s the only thing you could think of asking even though you’re pretty sure you already know the answer.

“I would but I just got called into practice... maybe next time?” He regretfully informs. You nod, trying to hide you disappointment but Juyeon can read you like a book so it’s not to much use.

“Maybe next time...” You trail off, voice hushed and disheartened as you watch Juyeon grab his bag and leave.

~

“Everything will go fine, just be confident.” Jacob encourages you, giving you a light nudge in Juyeon’s direction.

You’d roped Jacob into helping you ask Juyeon out because you were freaking out over the idea and needed some guidance and reassurance.

That’s how you’ve ended up purposefully trying to bump into Juyeon so you can causally ask him out.

Admiring from afar, you can’t help but feel flustered by how breathtaking he truly is. He’s engrossed in the books he’s reading, sat outside the small cafe just at the end of the block.

“Ok I’m going...” You cast a quick, unsure gaze behind you towards Jacob as he tries to keep hidden from Juyeon’s view.

“Go!” He whisper shouts through a laugh, finding your shyness incredibly endearing.

You finally take the first step, about to cross the busy road.

“Oh, hey Juyeon!” You smile and send a little wave over to him as you pretend to be surprised to see him.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know you came here?” He returns the warm smile, placing his book down carefully so he doesn’t lose his page.

“Oh yeah, they sell the best coffee here.” You bashfully laugh, trying to hide your nervousness.

“Well, there’s a free seat with me if u want to join?” Juyeon asks, a hopeful glint in his tone as he slightly raises his brow in question.

“Sounds great.” You smile.

~

“It really wasn’t as bad as you think it was.” Jacob tries and fails to hide his laughter. You cringe at yourself. You’re officially the most awkward person to ever exist.

After accepting Juyeon’s offer to join him for coffee, you’d spend ages talking and laughing together. But you hadn’t managed to ask him out. You were going to, but just as you were about to utter the words the most embarrassing thing happened to you.

“Jacob, a bird literally pooped on me.” You whine, flopping over into the cushions of the sofa. “How could I have possibly redeemed myself after that?” You exasperatedly cry.

“You had a minor set back and didn’t ask him out, so what. There’s always next time.” Jacob tires to console you.

You let out a “pft.” at his statement. Next time, there’ll never be a next time.

~

“I was just about to ask (Y/N) out and then bird poo splattered right across her clothes.” Juyeon relays the events to Eric, who bursts into uncontrollable laughter at the thought of being pooed on.

Although Juyeon thought it was funny, he could sense your embarrassment at the time and refrained from making any jokes about it. Even now as he watches Eric laugh he doesn’t join in, simply just watching the younger in mild amusement.

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Eric continues to laugh, having caught the giggles badly.

“I need you to help me ask (Y/N) out, where there’s no possibly of something disrupting it.” Juyeon pleas, watching as Eric calms himself down and becomes deep in thought.

“Ok sure, but I’m gonna need a few favours to get this set up.” He devilishly smirks. It’s the expression he always pulls when he has a plan and it always seems to unnerve Juyeon a little.

~

The plan was all set up and full proof, or according to Eric, poo proof.

You’d received a text from Juyeon to meet him at the dorms urgently, which sent you into a spiral of panic. It’s the quickest you’ve ever managed to get to the Boyz dorms from your apartment, and although you are completely out of breath, you are quite proud of yourself.

The door swings open to reveal Jacob holding a bowl of cereal and staring at you in confusion.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here and why are you so out of breath?” He questions, eyeing you worriedly as you walk into their apartment before turning around to face him again.

“Juyeon said there was an emergency and to get here quick...” you inform, trailing off at the end when you notice Jacob’s suddenly contrasting expression. He’d manage to go from confused to looking like he knows something you don’t in half a second. Almost like he’s had some kind of realisation.

You don’t notice Eric signaling to Jacob from behind you, mouthing and pointing for him to play along and guide you into the living room.

“Oh yeah... in the living room.” You squint your eyes at Jacob, finding his sly behaviour out of character.

“Okay...” you trail off, slowly heading in the direction of the living room.

You gasp when you turn the corner. The room had practically been turned upside down. Instead of the usual sofa and small table, there was now a picnic blanket sprawled out across the floor. Everything had been set up like a typical picnic, just indoors and with a tv.

“Did you do all this?” You gush, your eyes finally landing on Juyeon who has been standing on the opposite side of the room anxiously waiting for you to arrive.

“Yeah...” He awkwardly chuckles, rubbing his hand behind his neck as he shyly smiles at you.

“It’s incredible.” You beam, beginning to walk across the dimly lit room. You can’t help the butterfly’s that flutter in your stomach. Just the thought that Juyeon went to all of this effort for you is so touching you could burst into tears. Happy tears of course.

“So, will you join me?” He musters up the courage to finally ask you. Seeing your overjoyed reaction had given him a little bit of a confidence boost.

“I’d love to.” You giggle, accepting Juyeon’s hand as he offers it for you to take, leading you over towards the blanket and, finally, sitting opposite.

“I wanted to ask you out the other day but I got interrupted.” You both chuckle at reminiscing about the funny turn of events.

“I was actually hoping to do the same... if it wasn’t for that bird.” You joke, heat raising up your face as you become flustered under Juyeon’s affectionate gaze.

“Hey, if that hadn’t of happened we wouldn’t be here right now.” Juyeon states, shrugging his shoulders and grinning cheekily. “And besides, that was kind of like our first date...” He smirks, gradually closing the space between you until your a few inches apart.

You hadn’t initially noticed how close you were sitting, but now, as you look up at Juyeon, you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

“Very true...” You agree, your voice so light you’re sure he can’t of heard you.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his hand on your waist, his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. As you pull away, grinning at each other like two idiots in love, you know it’s the beginning of a new chapter with Juyeon.

Regardless of all the failed attempts and embrassaing moments, you’re glad it hadn’t stopped Juyeon from making his move. And just like the movie, you realise that you are no longer lost in the world, because your world is sitting right in front of you.

[loverontheleft]

Do we think B has been, for lack of a better word, getting down and dirty more in the past year or no? (There were better words, I just wanted to say down and dirty 😂) Some things to consider:

More time with his lover. Now, at first glance this may point to yes. More time with sexual partner=more time for sex. But, that also means the lust could have died down over time Not that they’re not still super into each other. but being trapped in a house with someone for so long may make sexual intimacy less of a priority and/or desire. And there’s less of a structure for them to anticipate sex (no date nights, tour reunions, successes to celebrate), so that could make it harder to initiate sex. I don’t doubt that either of them would, but it would make it harder.

Less Career and Physical Stress This is the first time since Bachelor where he’s had an extended break. And it’s not only a break, it’s a break where he doesn’t have anyone breathing down his back to start another album/press/tour cycle asap. So with less of a constant barrage of pressure, cortisol levels are going down and so is B 😏😏😏. He’s also probably sleeping better, eating better and more, and hopefully taking it easy while working out, so his body itself is more suited for multiple rounds of burning hot lovemaking. However, he’s also not getting the highs from performing, so that’s something to think about too. I do think that might factor into his sex life somehow. Maybe not in frequency, but in length/what he’s interested in. Not necessarily in a bad way, I just think it could affect it.

More Stress From Other Places The general state of the world. Not even covid in particular. Just everything. That more makes someone want to stare at the night sky eating cereal for 8 hours straight, not make love. I know the anxiety hit Sarah especially hard (I tried not to mention her specifically because she’s not a public figure, but whoops. Hopefully she never reads this.), and if that was more intense towards the beginning when the novelty of so much uninterrupted time together was also at its peak, then those two things might cancel each other out in the sex department. Then there’s B getting cancelled. Like 20 different times. It’s hard to know how he would feel about this. On the one hand, I see him just living his life normally. He knows they’re mostly just kids looking for validation and attention, and the band is successful enough that this point that he doesn’t really need to stress too much over income. But it’s also hard to be demonized, even for someone as grounded as B, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s taken its toll.

He’s Getting Older He’s basically a sentient corpse at this point. Withering. Decrepit. Jkjkjk, I tease because he’s literally still a baby, and also he’s the best looking man I can think of, so the adjective decrepit was funny to me. His sex drive does seem to have plateaued in the past five years though. Now, this could be related to factors other than age. He’s been married for a long time, his career stress ramped up to extremes, he feels less insecure and therefore doesn’t need as much validation from sex. But in some ways, his age has definitely played a part in chilling him out a bit, and his sex drive wouldn’t be as high as it seemed to be back in P.O. through TWTLTRTD. This isn’t a bad thing, it could certainly lead to longer and better sex with more variety and exploration. It would just cut back on the number of times they’re having sex per month (is sex measured per month?)

Substance Use This is an understandably sensitive subject so I won’t go into it too much. But his drinking/smoking habits, whatever they may be, would play a role in his sex life.

My conclusion is that they’re probably still getting it on regularly, knowing a bit about B. But I think less frequently (every 1.5 to 2 weeks maybe? Obviously depending on what’s going on in their lives at the time), and for longer on average than before. Like, they’re still down for shower quickies, but typically when they do have sex it’s more thoughtful and deliberate than before. Less about getting out lust and tension and more about spending time together and focusing on pleasure. And they’re probably trying some new things, or at least they went through a phase where they decided to use their time to try new things. But definitely variety, even if it’s tried and true positions, toys, acts, etc that they’ve always liked. But feel free to totally disagree with this.

Okay, sorry for that wall of speculation. It’s just that I’ve been single and stuck inside for over a year and it just makes me feel better to think about Brendon. And then eventually my mind wanders to Brendon’s sexual habits because he’s pretty and it’s fun to think about haha.

I have so many thoughts and they’re all jumbled in my head but I want to open this up to everyone (particularly @beautiful-tragic-fallout) while I gather my thoughts. Thank you for this gift.

[jalapeno-princess]

Park Jinyoung NSFW A-Z Rated 18+

A-Aftercare

The only time Jinyoung submits and does whatever you ask of him is after the two of you make love. He is very attentive whenever it comes to aftercare and wants to make sure you’re well taken care of before either of you goes to sleep. He’ll start up a shower for the both of you but if you’re too much in pain, he’ll run you a bath. Once the two of you are done if it doesn’t end in round two then Jinyoung will blow dry your hair and change you in to one of his shirts. In my opinion, Jinyoung portrays himself to be a very strict and assertive person, but he’s extremely soft whenever it comes to you.

B-Body Part

Your neck. Jinyoung has made it known that the most attractive body part on a woman is the back of her neck. This man will purposely buy you a bunch of necklaces because he loves how elegant and classy they look on you. He also makes it known that he loves it whenever you put your hair up in a bun or a ponytail because not only can he see your pretty little face better, but because he loves looking at the back of your nape. To your dismay, he has a habit of leaving love bites all along your neck but seeing you marked up is such a turn on to him. He wants people to know your bed is spoken for.

C-Cum

He loves coming inside of you. This man is a huge fan of hitting it raw. Feeling your tight, velvety walls clench around him drives Jinyoung insane. Something about releasing his load inside of you excites him, especially if the two of you come together. However, he will only have raw sex with someone he’s in a relationship with. With that being said, if the two of you are just hooking up, he’ll come on your stomach or on your ass. It all depends on the position. If you’re sucking him off, he’ll pull out before he comes and paint your face with his warm, creamy liquid. You’ve scolded him for it a couple of times, but he makes jokes about your face being a blank canvas and his dick being the paintbrush.

D-Dom or sub

DOM. Don’t get me started. I just know this man is a dom, have you seen the way he controls JB and sometimes takes on the leader roll? Even around Jackson, Yugyeom and BamBam, he makes it known whose in charge. He’s no different whenever it comes to the bedroom. I personally get sadist vibes from him. He loves hearing you beg, loves edging you and bringing you to the peak of your climax only to stop you from orgasming. The fucker will even get you to cry from pleasure and not being able to come. If the two of you get in to an argument, good luck. Angry sex with Jinyoung is a mind blowing experience. He will degrade you, will literally fuck the shit out of you and if you really upset him, he’ll make you chase your own high. However, if you’re a good girl, he’ll give you what you deserve.

E-Experience

He knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel like he isn’t opposed to having one night stands, but he prefers to make love rather than just having sex. The longer the two of you are together, the better the sex gets. He’s very confident whenever it comes to making love; he knows exactly what to do to make you scream, to beg for more. The scratches you leave on his back are proof of how good he really is. However, he constantly asks for reassurance. He wants to make sure you’re having as much fun as he is.

F-Favorite position

Cowgirl. He loves watching you ride him. Just because you’re on top means nothing to him; he’s a power bottom. Seeing your breasts bounce as you sink up and down on his dick drives this man wild. If he feels you slowing down; whether it’s because you’re close, tired, or trying to tease him, he will roughly thrust himself inside of you. Hearing your ass clap against his pelvis every time you sit back down on him is one of his favorite sounds. He also enjoys hiding his face in your neck and biting down gently on your skin when he’s about to come. If he’s feeling adventurous, he will bring one of your titties in to his mouth.

G-Grooming

I don’t know if it’s because I feel like he’s such a classy guy (not that the other members aren’t they’re all so proper and I’m sure their hygiene is A1) but I feel like Jinyoung is completely bare down there. He’s so clean-cut and I feel like he’d want everything about him to be up-kept. Like, he has no tattoos, no piercings and not once did he ever color his hair anything other than a lighter shade of brown and I feel it’s because he wants to keep up the “innocent” and “proper” status. However, he doesn’t force you to do the same. He doesn’t care what you look like down there, he will go down on you regardless.

H-Humor

He’ll throw in a couple of jokes here and there; but for the most part he likes to keep a sensual and romantic atmosphere when it comes down to it. But if a joke that he heard pops in to his mind, or if he comes up with a pick up line while he’s pounding himself inside of you, he’ll blurt it out earning himself a soft chuckle from you. However, the playful banter never really interrupts your love making sessions and sometimes it makes it all the more enjoyable.

I-Intimacy

Making love to you is one of his favorite past times. Especially if the two of you haven’t seen each other in a while. Although he’s not a fan of pda in public, it’s a whole different thing when the two of you are alone. He’s clingy to the tenth degree. Even when the two of you are making love, he always has to be touching you, kissing you, holding you; anything that will remind him that you are real and not a figment of his imagination. Jinyoung is a huge fan of cuddling especially when the two of you are naked. Although the two of you can be doing your own things, he always wants you around.

J-Jack off

Going back to his sadistic ways, if you make him mad, or if he is jealous even if it isn’t your fault he will give himself a hand job in front of you and you’re not allowed to touch him at all. Jinyoung prefers the real thing over masturbation, but if he’s on tour or filming a movie and you aren’t around to help him, he’ll help himself find release. However, he’ll face time you or have you send him some nudes to bring him closer to his end.

K-Kink

Since he’s obsessed with your neck and because he’s the definition of dominant, he has a huge choking kink. The first time he wrapped his hands around your neck was an accident but when you clenched around him and got even tighter after the ministration, he knew it was going to be a reoccurring thing (with your consent of course). He even finds him playfully choking you when the two of you aren’t even having sex but it usually ends up in steamy and passionate love making sooner or later. Daddy kink. He loves being called daddy, especially when he’s eating you out. You have a habit of chanting it as he fucks you doggy style, so he’ll make sure to be rough with every plunge. It’s just as much of a turn on as hearing you beg is. Role play. There’s a catch to this, the two of you have to plan the role play before you have sex. One time you surprised him and bought a sexy nurse outfit with intentions of “nursing him back to health” since he was so exhausted with his back to back schedules and the two of you had such a wild time. Since that night, he’s bought you a few more outfits and even a couple of toys to make the experience all the more fun. Exhibitionism. Jinyoung loves watching the two of you having sex. He purposely chose an apartment with mirrors on the closet doors so he could watch himself fucking you. Both you and Jinyoung even agreed with filming your own home videos to watch whenever you were in the mood but weren’t together.

L-Location

He is a very private person, so sex usually happens in the bedroom or in the shower. However, if there’s a situation where the two of you are out in public and you happen to turn him on by what you are wearing, he won’t be able to make it to the bedroom and end up fucking you up against the refrigerator or up against the kitchen counter.

M-Motivation

Loves hearing you beg. It’s what gets him off. In Jinyoung’s eyes, you are the most delicate flower and he wants nothing more than to give you the world you deserve. However, something about hearing you beg for him to fuck your mouth or to blow your back out knowing the softspoken and shy person you are gets his eyes rolling to the back of his head. To your dismay, even if you do whatever he tells you to, he won’t give you what you wants just because he loves it when you beg.

N-No

He is a fan of BDSM, but only when it comes to you. You will never get this man to submit, no matter how much you ask and try to bribe him in to it. There was only one time he allowed you to dom him, and it was on your birthday. As hot as it was having you handcuff him to the bed, he hated not being in control. He also hates not being able to see and he’s sure you feel the same way, so absolutely no blindfolds. And no teasing. At all. If you’re going down on him, he will shove himself down your throat before you can even think about teasing him.

O-Oral

The only time you will get this man to beg, is when his cock is in your mouth. He loves face fucking; seeing you on your knees as his dick goes in and out of your mouth is one of his favorite sights. He knows that it must hurt, so he tries his best not to go too fast however; feeling how tight and warm your mouth is, he can’t help but want to thrust himself down your throat at a rapid pace. So he’ll ask if you can swallow him completely and if he can go faster. Prefers receiving head over giving it, but that’s only because of how good you are at blowing him. That doesn’t mean he won’t return the favor. Jinyoung is very generous when it comes to sex and he eats you out almost every single time you make love to one another. He’s gone down on you enough to know where to lick and suck that will get you screaming.

P-Pace

Depends on the situation. If he’s angry, hasn’t seen you in a while or he knows he’s going away for a couple of weeks, he won’t go easy on you. The two of you actually had to go out and purchase a new headboard because of how fast and hard your last few love making sessions have been. But if things are a bit more passionate and sensual and the both of you have time, he’ll take things slow. He prefers being able to love on your body and taking his time with you.

Q-Quickies

He’s not opposed to them, but if the two of you are able to, he would prefer making love to you. If you just so happened to turn him on, he’ll ask you to either blow him or jack him off and he’ll fuck you up against a wall if time permits him to. But if there is a situation where you turn him on and he knows you both are heading home right afterwards, he’ll just wait till then. In fact, it makes the sex even more hotter and eventful.

R-Risk

Since he is at the peak of his career with being an idol and an actor, he has no plans of having kids as of right now. He’ll suggest that you go on birth control but only if you want to. However, he makes it known that he can’t wait to settle down and start a family with you when the time comes. Also, like I’ve mentioned earlier, since Jinyoung is a very private guy, he won’t have sex where anyone could walk in on the two of you. As kinky the idea is of having someone see the two of you fucking, he doesn’t want anyone seeing you naked and in your erotic element other than himself.

S-Stamina

For someone who is constantly working, he has a very high sex drive. He just loves sex and he loves you. So even if he had a very exhausting day filled with multiple schedules, he’ll gain energy by just the thought of burying himself in between your thighs. He can go multiple rounds if you’re up for it. If anything, you’re the one that has a hard time keeping up with him.

T-Toys

He was scrolling on social media one day when he just so happened to stumble upon a remote controlled vibrator and he was quick to purchase it. As soon as it arrived, he couldn’t wait to use it on you. When he showed you what he bought, you were nervous yet very intrigued and put it inside of you. The two of you went out for lunch that day and let’s just say you had to take your food to go because you were over-stimulated and he got hard watching your fucked out expressions. Best purchase ever.

U-Unfair

Won’t let you come unless he tells you to. Jinyoung will make you work for your orgasms. Sometimes begging isn’t even enough for him. One time you threatened him by saying you’d call one of his friends to help you find your release which ended up with you calling out sick from work that week because you were in so much pleasurable pain and couldn’t feel your legs.

V-Voice

He tends to bite his lip or hide his face in your neck to prevent himself from being loud but your name will fall from his lips like a mantra whenever you ride him. You can also expect a few curses, animalistic grunts and a couple of breathy moans when you’re sucking him dry and if he’s hitting it from the back, he’ll whisper dirty things in your ear and praise you for how well you’re taking him.

W-Wild card

He has a secret folder in his phone of all the nudes he’s either taken of you or that you’ve sent to him on top of some homemade videos and audio and he finds himself looking through them while he’s away and even if you’re together. He’s just obsessed with your beauty and thinks you’re an actual goddess. Thinks you’re the most beautiful when you’re naked. Might or might not have a few nude polaroids of you in his wallet.

X-Ray

Y-Yearning

You and Jinyoung have sex almost every single day, if not every other day. The only time he really wants sex is when he can’t have it. So whenever he’s away, that’s when he craves to be inside of you.

Z-ZZZ

Although his schedules run him dry of all his energy, he’s a sucker for pillow talk. No matter how many rounds the two of you go, you can expect him to stay up for at least an hour so that the two of you can catch up on life. He doesn’t like falling asleep too early because he already feels like he doesn’t get to see you enough and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

[elsanna-shenanigans]

December Contest Submission #11: Cinnamon

words: ca. 4500 setting: mAU lemon: no cw: angst, anxiety, panic attacks, pajama cuddles (not for faint of heart), feet touch (in a gay manner)

A shiver ran down Anna’s spine as she quickly skipped across the hallway, her fuzzy socks slipping on the polished wood like skates on ice. Her head had two close encounters with the wall by the time she reached the destination–Elsa’s bedroom.

It was dark as hell in the hallway, so she could easily see the light seeping out from under the door. With no time to waste for knocking and waiting for an answer–and silently hoping Elsa was just reading or playing with her phone, and not doing something private that she should not see–she turned the doorknob and almost fell into the room.

“Anna?”

She shut the door behind herself and turned around to look at Elsa, who was, indeed, sitting on the bed with an open book in her lap, her brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and worry as she stared back at Anna over her reading glasses.

Without saying anything, she trotted over the floor, slowing down a little only once she reached Elsa’s fluffy rug until she almost flinged herself on her sister’s bed.

“Are you cold?”

Anna huffed irritatedly. “How’d you tell?”

Elsa reached to take off her glasses. “For one, you’re shivering and you have goosebumps on your arms,” she said, touching the tip of her–cold! Anna almost jumped–finger to Anna’s exposed elbow while she put her glasses away on the nightstand. “Two, you came in running here like a startled horse, and you had that little grumpy little baby expression.”

Anna pouted.

“Exactly this one.”

“Stooop,” she whined. Then she quickly swatted at Elsa’s hand as it was making its way to tickle her side. “Elsa! It’s not funny!”

Elsa giggled. “I’m sorry.” There was no hint of remorse in her voice. “I just thought that maybe a bit of physical activity could help warm you up.”

“More like physical torture,” Anna muttered, pulling her feet up to fold her legs on the bed. “Anyway, yes. I’m cold. I’m freezing, honestly.” She sighed. “It feels like maybe fifty degrees in my room, and the rest of the house is barely any better.”

It’s been a few months since they moved in together (after years of living apart, the pandemic of 2020 forced them to re-think the whole ‘independent living alone’ situation) to this lovely apartment in an old building, allegedly built in the early 1800s, a parting gift to them both from their late grandmother. The entire move took place at the beginning of August, when the Summer was still happily around, but not as hot as to make enough of an impact for either Elsa or Anna to notice anything odd–and with the following Autumn being very mild, it still never hit them something was very wrong until after the middle point of November.

Anna had been the first to notice. She’d been sitting in the kitchen pretty late at night, working on a very overwhelming project that made her completely lose track of time and space for a good few hours. Had it not been for the little burst of chilly wind on her neck, she’d probably have spent the entire night up.

Yes. Wind. Cold, frigid gust of wind through the soft hairs at the nape of her neck while she was sitting inside. At first, she’d thought it was a ghost–which she now could admit was maybe not the best assumption, but to her defense she and Elsa did spend the previous two weeks or so watching horror movies every evening.

So, naturally, she’d screamed in horror and ran out of the kitchen, zooming across the hallway to her room, where she’d hid under her covers for about two minutes before a very sleepy and confused Elsa appeared in her doorway.

They’d established it could not be a ghost–it took some time to convince Anna, though–and instead probably just a random little crack in some window frame that let in the cold air from the outside.

The random little crack seemed to be untraceable, though, and soon it had become very painfully clear they were instead dealing with isolation issues all over the place.

“Did you get an extra blanket?” Elsa asked, looking at her with that worry back in her eyes.

“I got three.”

“And you’re still cold?”

“Elsa,” she said–softly, lovingly, but with all the desperation of her aching bones, while she looked her sister deep in the eyes. “I’m not joking. It’s literally freezing in my room, and it’s only marginally better here and I have no freaking idea how you’re just sitting there like this.”

In an attempt to keep warm, Anna took to sleeping in a pair of those long, warm sweatpants and a hoodie, even though she hated the way they kept tangling in her three blankets to the point of her always ending up sleeping in some weird position for the entire night.

Meanwhile, Elsa was reclining against her pillows in nothing but a spaghetti strap silk nightgown.

“It doesn’t really bother me that much,” Elsa answered simply, shrugging with those bare, exposed shoulders. “I actually think the cold helps me sleep better.”

It took every ounce of willpower still left in her for Anna not to burst out laughing/crying at the same time.

Instead, she donned her best kicked puppy expression.

Elsa’s soft, vaguely worried expression turned to outright concern. “Is something wrong?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Wha– yes?” It sounded less like Elsa agreeing, and more like her just wondering if that was even an option. “I mean– Yeah, you can. Will that help?”

Anna shrugged. “I felt a chilly breeze right on my head when I laid down in my bed tonight so I’m literally fresh out of other options. And it is a little warmer in your bedroom.”

Elsa nodded, then closed her book and put it next to her glasses, before patting the unoccupied side of her giant bed. “There’s plenty of room, so you can hop– actually, you probably want to grab some of your blankets. I only have this one.”

She held up her not exactly thick cover, as if to prove that it was of no use. With a deep, world-weary sigh Anna stood up and went straight for the door.

~*~*~

Less than two minutes passed before she barged back in with all of her necessities bundled up in her arms, then promptly went around Elsa’s bed to drop the heap on ‘her’ side.

“Really?” Elsa asked in an incredulous voice while Anna watched her pick up a plush seal from the pile. “You’re twenty-six.”

“And you’re judgmental,” Anna hissed back at her, snatching the toy away to put it next to her pillow. “It’s an anxiety thing.”

“It’s alright, Anna.” Elsa smiled. “I didn’t want to offend you. I’m sorry.”

Anna just huffed–too cold and tired to even think of a response–and laid out her blankets, then promptly jumped in the bed and burrowed. She let out a low, content grumble and heard Elsa laugh softly in response.

A faint scent of cinnamon tickled her nose.

It was… surprising how open Elsa could be, sometimes. She thought back to the tickle attempt earlier–which she was too grumpy to appreciate at the moment, but could now think over with a clearer (warmer) head.

When she’d first come to the conclusion that she’d have to move in with Elsa, mostly due to financial problems tied to the world pandemic, she was mortified. The last time she’d lived with her was when they were both still in high school, and after Elsa’s graduation they didn’t exactly keep in touch all that often during college or afterwards. Honestly, moving in with her sister was almost like a random lottery roommate–completely unpredictable and potentially devastating.

But Elsa was a blessing. Even though they were forced to spend almost all their time together, it almost never felt like they were in each other’s way–and when it did, it was usually Anna’s own fault. Elsa worked quietly, cleaned up after herself, took care of bills and utilities and even cooked for both of them, none of which Anna herself was exactly known for. Perfect roommate, and it turned out it was Anna who had something to live up to.

And of course now she had to breach another layer of intimacy because of the damned cold house.

“Here, you forgot about this guy,” she heard a soft whisper right after Elsa turned off her light, and peaked out from under her cover to see Elsa holding her seal out to her. She took it slowly, and briefly wondered if Elsa thought she was a nuisance and was just very good at not showing it. “Are you a little warmer now?”

She spoke to her like to a small child, and that pretty much answered Anna’s self-conscious question.

~*~*~

The next night, she tried sleeping in her own room, too ashamed to bother Elsa again. She woke up with a dull ache in her joints and blocked sinuses, courtesy of the damn little constant breeze blowing onto her head and shoulders.

Elsa would send her worried looks the entire day, sometimes asking her if there was anything she could do for her, offering tea, painkillers and even drawing her a hot bath to ease the pain. Really, she was too good to be true sometimes, definitely not the girl who left her at their parents’ place all those years ago without much of an explanation.

She’d refuse everything–aside from the bath–of course, at times resorting to say she’s ‘an adult’ and ‘can take care of herself.’

~*~*~

She lasted a week before she just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Ah, I was thinking about you.”

Elsa was sitting in her bed reading a book, again, but this time she seemed to be prepared for Anna–the other side of her bed was left empty, clearly meant for her to put all her stuff in.

All the better, since Anna literally came with her entire sleeping equipment in her arms.

“How’d you know?”

Elsa smiled. “The forecast said it was going to be three degrees out tonight. I figured you won’t be able to just stubborn your way through that.”

Anna gasped in mock–okay, not exactly fully mock–offence. She walked over to the empty side of the bed and dropped everything to start crafting her nest.

Elsa watched her carefully, almost to the point of discomfort on Anna’s side, but she didn’t comment anything. Again, she picked up her seal and held it while Anna tried her damnedest to straighten out her pile of blankets.

As soon as she managed that, she jumped in the bed so hard she almost knocked the book out of Elsa’s lap.

“Here.” Elsa placed the seal–Anna really should give it some name–in her arms and went back to her book.

For a moment they were silent, Elsa reading and Anna just lying there, enjoying the warmth and cursing under her breath. Somehow, one of her legs was already tangled in the sheets. Her favorite t-shirt and shorts combo wasn’t exactly the best for this kind of weather, but sleeping in sweatpants and a hoodie was a logistical nightmare to someone who moved around as much as she did.

“It’s going to be about three degrees for a few days now, and then it’s only dipping lower,” Elsa said suddenly just when Anna’s eyelids started to drop and she was slowly lulling herself to sleep. “We really need to fix the windows in your room, you can’t just walk around the entire day like a zombie,” she continued with a sigh, and Anna felt a wave of fresh embarrassment wash over her. “Say, why don’t you just keep sleeping in my room until we can get it done?”

The wave turned into a tsunami as she nodded.

~*~*~

They managed to get a hold of a repairman that had some free slots for the next month. Their neighborhood was full of very old buildings, and it really was showing by how sought out good repairmen were.

So, the next few days were a torture. Her room was sealed shut, but the entire apartment got so cold over time that even Elsa would sometimes shiver hard in the night, something that would wake Anna up with a start. Half-asleep but concerned, she’d pull the covers up to Elsa’s shoulders, only to have to wake up and repeat it after a few hours.

She was lying now next to Elsa in the dark, trying not to make too much ruckus as she tried to rub her feet together without waking her sister up.

“Anna,” her voice was muffled by her covers, but Anna could clearly hear the annoyance. Normally, Elsa would try to keep most negative emotions out of her voice when she talked to her–something she noticed she very much did not do when talking with people in her Zoom meetings–but at about 2 a.m. she apparently couldn’t fight it anymore. “What are you doing?”

She asked the question in a softer voice, but there was still no mistaking how miffed she was at being woken up.

“I’m just…” she trailed off, not even sure if Elsa actually wanted to hear an explanation or just wanted her to stop, but after just a few seconds of her hesitation Elsa hummed expectantly for her to keep going. “My feet are super cold…”

Oh, that came out as a very pathetic whine. Not part of the plan.

Elsa sighed, then shuffled–she’d been facing the door with her back towards Anna, but now she turned to lie on her back, her bare shoulder almost brushing against Anna’s nose. She smelled really nice, a very festive mixture of cinnamon–her usual shower gel–and apple–her new shampoo–that somehow already made Anna feel warmer. She kept shuffling under the covers until suddenly Anna almost jumped when she felt Elsa’s fingertips on her hand.

“Come here,” Elsa whispered, retreating her arm and patting the bed somewhere next to her. “Under my cover. I’ll keep you warm.”

In the cold night air Anna’s face felt steaming.

“A-are you sure?”

Elsa nodded and turned back around, leaving the passage for Anna to slip her legs in until her feet touched Elsa’s calves. She heard a surprised inhale, and against reason Elsa shifted closer to her.

“Why did you take off your socks?” She said it over a yawn, and Anna felt really bad for keeping her up again. “Your feet are freezing.”

“I can’t sleep in socks.”

It was enough to try and sleep in pants. With socks, she only felt like she was capturing the cold next to her feet.

Elsa chuckled, and rubbed one of her own bare feet on Anna’s.

~*~*~

“What’s this?”

Anna looked curiously at the giant box in the hall. It was delivered while Elsa was taking a shower, and Anna’s been waiting for her to finish almost buzzing in her seat with the need to know.

“Oh, I didn’t think they’d deliver it so fast.” Elsa was still drying her hair with a towel, dressed only in a thin tank top and sweats while Anna sat there in a giant plush robe wondering how in hell was her sister not just a giant cinnamon-scented icicle. “It’s a space heater.”

Anna’s eyes lit up.

“I figured you might use one in your room.”

“Oh.” That instantly dampened her enthusiasm, though. Over the past days she’d really grown accustomed to sleeping with Elsa–she was surprisingly warm once she started dozing off, and with every night Anna would snake her way a little closer. First it was just her feet leeching Elsa’s heat, then her legs, and when Elsa didn’t seem to mind she actually migrated almost entirely under her cover. Last night she was even able to finally sleep in a t-shirt and underwear, as god intended. “You want me to sleep in my room tonight?”

She didn’t actually mean to say that, especially not in this broken of a voice, but it was out before she could bite her tongue. Elsa’s eyes grew wider and Anna prepared for impact.

“Jesus, no!” Elsa looked like she’d just said the stupidest possible thing. “I meant that for sometime in the future when we fix your window. It’s minus four tonight, we might actually need to use this thing in my room first.”

Anna could only hope her face didn’t show how elated she was.

~*~*~

She came to Elsa’s room that night to find the bed set neatly–Elsa could really be a little of a pedantic freak sometimes, who the hell sets their bed every night–and Elsa standing in front of her TV, shuffling through videos on YouTube.

“Hey,” Anna said quietly, sitting down on Elsa’s side of bed with folded legs. Elsa murmured a greeting back. “What are you doing?”

The frustrated shuffling stopped for a moment. “I’m trying to find a– oh, this one looks nice! Turn off the light, please.”

Anna looked at her in confusion, but she reached over to the bedside lamp and tapped it gently. For a moment they sat in the dark as the video Elsa chose buffered, but then a warm, orange glow filled the room.

“A fireplace?”

The fire crackled happily on the screen. “Yeah, I thought it might be a nice ambience for sleeping,” Elsa chirped, which was very unlike her, while she bent down and– Anna had to turn her gaze away. Looking at her sister’s lace underwear was probably more than she could handle at the moment. “Especially combined with this.”

A soft hum followed right after and the ever-present, soft scent of cinnamon intensified–then Elsa moved out of the way and a wave of warm air hit Anna straight in the face. Elsa had to literally haul the heater into the room on her own while Anna was bathing.

“It does fit nice,” she admitted, looking into the flames and enjoying the warmth. “Almost like a real fireplace.”

Elsa climbed on the foot of the bed and crawled over to her on all fours, and suddenly there was more heat on Anna’s face and her mouth was dry. “You used to say you wanted a fireplace when we were kids,” Elsa said, shimmying on the bed until she was sitting next to her. “You had to be…five or six, and you’d keep saying you wanted to live in a cottage so that you could have a nice fire going every night and sit there with a cat in your lap, quote unquote like a witch.”

Anna laughed nervously and moved out of the way to let Elsa under her cover.

“And this is obviously nowhere near a real fireplace, but…”

She locked eyes with Elsa, and the orange glow of the TV made her irises look a fiery, sparkling purple. They were only a few inches apart, so close she could actually feel Elsa’s soft exhale blow over her own nose. Anna’s heart beat fast in her chest, fueled by some very odd and unwelcome emotions. “T-thank you,” she managed out through a clenched throat. Elsa really tried. She really, really tried, not only tonight but all the days before, pushing her own boundaries to accommodate Anna in her bed and it finally hit Anna just how much she had to love her.

And in this same, orange-glow filled, cinnamon-scented moment it also hit her how much she loved Elsa.

“Are you alright?”

Elsa’s face was concerned. Worried. Let down? Shit, she thought Anna didn’t like it.

“Y-yeah, I’m just– I’m super tired. I love this all, Elsa, thank you,” she repeated again just to make sure there was no mistaking how grateful she was for Elsa’s thoughtfulness, and something sank in her stomach at the sight of Elsa’s absolutely delighted smile. “Can we sleep?”

Elsa nodded and moved the covers away.

If not for the orange light, she would probably get worried again at Anna going absolutely white at the sight of her blankets spread nicely under Elsa’s cover.

“I figured this would be easier,” she said as she slid under and patted the space next to her. “You roll up into this tight ball every night before you fall asleep and then crawl under my cover anyway, so I figured this way you’ll be warmer.”

Anna gulped down the stone in her throat. “Y-yeah, sure.”

“We can even cuddle if you get cold. There’s supposed to be a blizzard tonight, so lots of wind.”

As if on cue a strong gust of wind rattled Elsa’s window and managed to get partially through, right onto Anna’s back. The surprised yelp and violent shiver at least let her hide how absolutely mortified she was with the idea of soft cuddles under the blankets with the fireplace glow.

Elsa pretty much pulled her under the blankets after that, and even tucked her in lovingly before lying down next to her–facing her, lord have mercy–and letting out a tired sigh.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, reaching out blindly to touch Anna’s cheek.

That one soft gesture sent a jolt down Anna’s spine. “Goodnight,” she answered, and she hoped that Elsa would pin the shaking in her voice on the cold gust of wind. Had she always felt like this? There had been a time in her life that Elsa was everything to her, but it was more like…younger sibling idolizing the older. Elsa had been her role model and her best friend, but after her high school graduation she just– Stopped. She wasn’t there anymore, busy with college, then busy with post-grad, then busy with work with no time to ever even visit. It seemed the only Anna ever heard from her was postcards and short birthday phone calls.

In that time she made herself at least pretend to resent Elsa for leaving her behind. She could never actually hate her, but the anger she felt was raw and it was at least better than grief.

But this Elsa– the Elsa that moved in with her, she was the same but she was different. The last time she actually saw her, she was a shy teenager with huge glasses and nerdy sweatshirts, always in a messy braid. When she saw the absolute glow-up Elsa went through, how beautifuller with emphasis on fuller she was, she did have to take a moment to collect herself.

Did she feel like– like this then, though? She was shocked, yes, but was she–

She looked up at Elsa’s calm, gorgeous face.

Was she–

This absolutely wonderful, sweet woman who literally had to take care of her because she was a fucking child that couldn’t even make sure to eat properly. The woman who would wake up half an hour early just to make her some chocolate chip or blueberry–or both because Anna was a mess–pancakes just because she knew it would make her happy. Who would randomly come up behind her and stroke her hair when she saw something was making her stressed, and it was the best way to calm her down.

Was she– Could she–

All of these little acts of affection that Elsa thought were innocent– that were innocent on her side and Anna has apparently been corrupting them in her depraved mind this entire time.

Was she in lo–

“Anna, what’s wrong?”

She opened her eyes to see Elsa look down at her with actual fear in her eyes and she realized she was shaking violently in her spot with no idea how much time had passed while she was spiraling. Her muscles were flexed and aching, jaw clenched so hard there was ringing in her ears. She was coiled in on herself like a tight spring.

“O–” she started, but her tongue felt like lead. “O-Olaf?”

Fear mixed with confusion. Then, suddenly, it changed to understanding. “Your seal?” Anna nodded. “It’s right here.”

She reached above Anna’s pillow and pulled Olaf out from where he was wedged, then softly placed him in Anna’s waiting hands. She immediately gripped him hard and curled up on her side, eyes tightly shut for fear of seeing her sister’s face.

“It’s okay,” Elsa’s whisper was breezing through her hair. “It’s fine, babygirl, I got you– d-do you want me to hug you?”

No, please, don’t. She nodded. I’m disgusting. Elsa enveloped her immediately, surprisingly strong as she pulled her closer to her chest. I don’t deserve to touch you. She burrowed her nose between Elsa’s breasts and inhaled.

Cinnamon.

She had no idea how long Elsa held her like this, her hand gently caressing up and down Anna’s bare arm, legs intertwined with Anna’s. She was planting soft kisses to the crown of Anna’s head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s alright,” she kept murmuring in between the kisses like a mantra, and with time it wasn’t even the words Anna was listening but just her voice, her breathing, the rhythm of her heart.

Her own was still racing when she spoke. “I’m s-s-sorry.” The words, already stuttered and slurred, came muffled out against the bare skin of Elsa’s chest.

“No, don’t be,” Elsa whispered hurriedly, not making a single move to pry her away. Even though she should. Anna should not be allowed to be anywhere near– there. “It’s my fault, sweetheart.”

What?

“I– I got overexcited and did things too fast,” she continued and if it wasn’t so hard for her to speak now, Anna would have shouted in disagreement. “I wanted to make things nice for you. I thought it would be– and then I saw how overwhelmed you were and I knew I messed up, and I– shit, I should have thought to give you Olaf earlier.”

Elsa remembered her plushie’s name.

“Do you want a tissue?” At first she didn’t understand the question, but then she realized she was crying. Heavily. Elsa’s chest was soaked.

She pulled away to try to answer–

Fuck, Elsa was gorgeous.

The glow dimmed considerably by now, but she could still make every detail of her face. Her big, round eyes. Her parted lips. The way she was looking at her with worry, but also pure adoration.

Anna wasn’t exactly thinking straight. She was very far from any remotely intelligent thought, her senses overwhelmed by cinammon. At a complete loss of the ability to speak with so many things to say.

What she couldn’t say in words in her state, she instead said with her lips on Elsa’s.

In the next second it dawned on her, and she immediately wanted to pull away and apologize, but Elsa held her in place with her hand on Anna’s stupid head.

They didn’t make out wildly like they do in the movies. It was a soft, tender and slow kiss. “It’s okay,” Elsa whispered against her lips in a few minutes. “It’s okay, baby.” She locked their lips again, a little firmer. “I understand.”

Four and a half thousand words all died on Anna’s lips, brushed off with Elsa’s tongue.

It was the explanation. It worked, for now at least, as she lay cradled in her sister’s arms, trading feathery kisses in the orange glow of their fake fireplace. In time, Elsa’s hand moved from her head to rest around her waist, keeping her warm and secure in place as she promised her we’ll talk tomorrow and it’s alright now, love.

And a tiny voice in her head, so small she could barely hear it through the shouts of self-hate, said that maybe.

That maybe it was going to be alright.

[helpinghanikan]

Carol Danvers A-Z

NSFW A-Z head-cannons 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s like a kitten who just found a scratching post. Sliding up against your back, scratching and kneading without rhyme or reason. Not even your hair was safe; nuzzling her nose into your hair and humming deeply.

With absolute control over her powers her hands are warm, just below hot. It’s like a hot stone massage that can press harder and sharper into areas. Really anywhere that Carol can reach, is warm.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you: your ears. She’s a nuzzler. At any given chance she’ll lean into your neck, nipping under your ears before lightly biting at a lobe. Even sitting side by side with her arm over you shoulders she toys without thinking. Lightly running over the shell of your ear, tucking hair behind it.

On herself: her breasts. They’re an assent constantly strapped or tied down for missions and traveling. Having just a second without a restraint, or even a regular bra, is one of the small treasures in her life. Your hands cupping them, massaging them, even holding them while in sleep was an entire experience all together.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

The first time you were together Carol almost burned you alive. You could feel her heat growing and growing during the entire thing. It was watching a kaleidoscope being created right before your eyes.  

This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing a star close up. Her throwing back with a loose open mouth. Blonde hair now a mix of red, blue and yellow filling the dark room with light. It was so beautiful that you didn’t notice your hands were red and starting to blister.

Her face snapped back to reality after reaching her peak. The colors disappearing like they were never there to begin with. In her defense, it had been awhile.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Although she hasn’t needed one for a while; but the idea of making love (not fucking, making love) in the pilot’s seat of an old school jet has always been on the top list.

If it were regular fucking then it would have just been revenge on those who looked down her before. But gong slow, making it last, in that jet would be a connection between her past and present. Coming together in your beautiful groans and kisses.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

For the last several years Carol’s experience came from the species on Hala. The Alien species and humans are close enough that her experience could be transferred onto you. Although there have been times when she would forget you were human. Her fingers becoming little spears inside of you.

F = Favorite Position 

Her strength is something you should never question, but at first glance this is not the case. She likes having you above her. No matter how many times she encourages you up, there is a little game of seduction she has to do. It was part of the fun from being with you, like getting through the wrapping of a present.

“Come here, come here, baby. I want you; I want you here.” She whispers, a hand holding yours while the other lightly patted her thighs. Or she’d pull back until she lying flat, gently pulling you forward.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

There’s a whole other side of Carol that comes out when alone with you. The smiley, giggly side that rubs your noses together after kissing. Tickling you when there was a lull and even lifting your weight up and over her shoulder.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

All of her hair is as blonde as the top of her head. As she usually wears pants (even shorts are a rarity) trimming down there has never been a focus. Only when it seems to get in the way does she bother with it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

When the tickling and giggling is over Carol looks down at you. A gentle hand running through your hair, and a slight smile on her face. These quiet, passionate moments last only seconds before continuing on. Jokingly biting your neck or taking you into a deep kiss.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Finishing herself off is the safer option. Although Carol can mostly control her powers when cumming there’s still a danger to you. Like holding the bottom of burning paper, feeling the fire getting closer and closer until it burns.

That being said, she’d rather be with you. Just having to use half of her brain to control the powers, while the other is focused on you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A little stroll through tags gave you this idea. Stepping up behind Carol at a desk. Wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her cheek. She leans back into you without thinking, a hand coming up to caress your head.

“Hey, Mommy,” You whispered in her ear.

At first she had laughed it off. But it had stuck with her after that. The next time she was pressed against your back, hands just happening to hold your breasts, she whispered in your ear. “Will you be good for Mommy?”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The best location was anywhere that had sturdy walls and no obstructions. More than once someone saw the lights in the windows and became curious. Only to be blinded by the hateful glare of a protective woman.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Flying, whether in a ship or from her own powers, nothing gets her going like the skies. The feeling of her stomach dropping with gravity, and the almost high she gets when reaching a limit normal humans could never.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes. So many jokes have been made by douches about “joining you ladies” that it’s put a poor taste in her mouth.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Out of fear for your safety she has only gone down on you.

As her last few partners were alien there have been awkward moments. Watching down between your legs while she seems to try her best. Only for the both of you to start laughing when she realizes. “Right, you don’t have that.” She says, finding the right area, turning the laughs into almost cries of pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When focused on you she goes slowly. Toying and teasing you with a kind of vigor that can only be made by her one minded goal of your pleasure.

When focused on herself it’s always after your done. Going quickly, almost too fast, to reach a point that send her head back and hair everywhere. Her groans coming from a place of pleasure and frustration as she couldn’t full let go.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Usually happening after she flies, a battle or otherwise. Although she would prefer to have proper sex a firm grip on your hand, and the nearest dark area in the hanger, would have to do.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Fucking Captain Marvel is a risk all on its own. But she’s always willing to mix it up a little. Most of the experimenting was something she could do with her own hands. Holding you down or lifting you right off her feet without a second thought or blink.

When you suggest something she sits back and smiles that smile. As if challenging you to be the restrainer in the relationship. But she will let you try. Wiggling her fingers when you handcuffed her hands to the bed. The metal melting as she giggled at your expression.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

She has the strength and stamina to last for literal hours. Although she can only last one round herself before her eyes start to droop she can handle herself. Long enough to make sure that you don’t.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Although her fingers are the first choice, a small red vibrator has been added to your lovemaking. Restraints were sometimes used but they usually end up breaking. Carol wanting to show off her strength on the poor, fragile, fuzzy handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Both the best and worst thing you’ve ever done was teach Carol about texting. At first it was just a way to communicate, now it was an almost constant stream of texts about what Carol wants to (and will) do to you.

When it came down to the deed she was just as bad. Touching and toying with you before any clothes were removed. It’s only you start to beg that she goes any further.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A select few are privileged enough to hear the sounds Carol makes in the moment. Surprisingly high-pitched sounds that are brought out with the heat her body exudes.

Sometimes her lips are cut or swollen from biting down on them. This was how you could get revenge for the teasing. Just lightly bite your own lip while making eye-contact and she suppresses a smile, shaking her head away from you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head-canon for the character of your choice)

Jealousy is something that she has to work on. Protection is in her nature, and aggressive protection has been pounded into her head from year and years of training a living.

Men or women are all a threat to her. Whether it’s an arm around your shoulders or someone pressing against you to reach something (obviously they had to completely press their hips into yours, obviously) there’s a low burn within her.

Although this has saved you from several (reaching guy has learned to reach) it has also become a slight annoyance. What’s worse than a white knight? A white knight that you’re dating.

X = X-Ray 

When the focus is almost entirely on you there’s little chance when that you get to touch her. When you do she’s always warm and receptive to your touches. Sometimes covering her mouth like a high school girl and looking away from you.

It’s the few times you can feel powerful against her. Something that she is sure to take back by tenfold.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Unless there was a battle or a particularly exciting flight she isn’t always on the lookout for open moments. She’s a busy woman, getting it on once every few days is good enough for her.

It’s only when she’s away from you for a long amount of time that her drive is pushed into high gear. Able to keep it cool until she gets you alone.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She goes down like a rock after finishing. From suppressing her powers, being overwhelmed from feeling, and just the sex itself is like a sedative right to her core.

She lays down next to you. Blinking slowly as she tries to stay awake long enough to make sure you’re good. She tries to stay awake longer then you, but always fails.

[andinewton]

I, P, and W for Saeran. Please and thank you! 😘

Oh boy, this one ran away with me!  I managed to integrate the three together so hopefully they make sense!  But be prepared for a lot of reading!  (also I haven’t edited it and it’s just past midnight here so I’m going to bed!  I have no idea how bad it is on typos!)

Remember though, kids, it’s NSFW so no under 18′s under the cut thank you!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Saeran hasn’t had the easiest of lives and intimacy is still new to him, of any kind.  You remember once raising your hand to high five him and he flinched, which was when it really sunk in that this man really needed all your unconditional love and that everything would be at his pace.  You start with just holding his hand when you’re in private, slowly stroking his skin with your thumb.  It takes a few weeks but you know it’s working when you’re watching a movie and he does it back.  After that you started to notice more little things that proved his confidence was growing.  You would cook together and he didn’t try and get out of your way when you needed something in a cupboard he was standing next to.  He responded quicker when you hugged him, his tentative arms wrapping not fully around you but just far enough to rest on your back.  This soon increased to him cuddling you closer, encompassing more as each week passed.  You knew your gentle efforts had been successful when he fell asleep with his head on your shoulder, his gentle breathing ruffling your hair.  You could have cried.  It meant so much to you that he trusted you to be so at ease around you.  He had his own room and he slept alone, and you understood that he felt at his most vulnerable when sleeping.  This was big progress!

Slowly, you got closer.  It began accidentally when you automatically kissed his cheek when you left on an errand.  You completely missed the stunned look on his face as he stood in one spot for several minutes trying to process what had actually happened.  When you came back you noticed he would flush pink whenever your eyes met and you wondered what could have happened.  You decided to leave it until after dinner.  You set about cooking and it was only when a clumsy kiss was placed on your cheek that you realised what you had done earlier.  Your look of surprise was almost identical to his and you quickly silenced his apologies, thinking he had upset you.  You assured him it was nice, amazing in fact, and that he could do it whenever he liked.  This made him flush again but he did smile the entire time he was preparing the salad.

It was another couple of weeks before you shared your first proper kiss.  You didn’t count what happened at Mint Eye because Saeran wasn’t quite himself, and when you did you were planting a row of flowers in the small planter he had on the rooftop.  It just sort of…happened.  One minute your hands were in soil, the next soft, sweet lips were pressed to yours and you were staining his white shirt.  Saeran began to realise that there was more to physical intimacy than he had been led to believe at ME, where it was use or be used.  He had been used enough time that he knew he never wanted you to feel that way, but he also knew that physicality was a natural progression for a relationship.  He loved you, he knew he did, but how did you move things forward when your only experience was harsh and degrading?  So he did the only thing he could think of.  He asked his brother.

Seven wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.  His baby brother (shut up, Saeyoung, I’m only minutes younger than you!) was all grown up!  After a false start of ‘when a mummy and daddy love each other very much’, Saeran’s reaction to which was to tell Saeyoung on no uncertain terms that he should go fuck himself, Saeyoung was somewhat useful.  The advice he offered was practical yet also thoughtful suggesting Saeran talk to you about taking your relationship to the next level and to admit his inexperience.  The next problem was when Saeran decided to bring it up as you were taking a sip of Dr Pepper.  Not only did it go up your nose but you sprayed it all over him.  Once you both cleared up and you could breathe without it burning, you were able to have an adult conversation about what you both wanted.  You were more than delighted to hear that Saeran wanted to move things along and you assured him that whenever he was ready you would be there for him.  His sheepish reply of; ‘What if I’m ready now?’ Had your heart pounding and other things throbbing in a whole other way.  It took all the willpower you had to suggest to him that you take it slow and get to know one another’s bodies before committing.  That didn’t deter him, he asked when you could start.  10/10 for enthusiasm!

That’s how you ended up in his room, sitting on the side of the bed with him, trying to work out where to start.  Eventually you asked if he would mind you taking the lead, and when he shook his head you kissed his cheek with a smile and straddled him.  You told him he could touch you anywhere he wanted to and that you would tell him if you didn’t like something and that he should do the same.  It was important for you both to get something out of this.  He nodded, his eyes slightly wide, his lips parted as his breath fell faster than normal.  His hands settled on your waist and you took that as a positive, leaning forward and kissing him softly.  Introducing him to heavy petting was definitely a rewarding experience.  You took things slow, asking him if he liked certain things, if he would like to try them on you, and you quickly became aware he was a genius with his lips, teeth, and tongue.  Your neck was peppered with little red marks before you suggested reclining on the bed for comfort.  Saeran was up and moving before you got off his lap, laying you beside him and kissing you again.

Saeran froze when his fingers brushed your waist, your t-shirt having hiked up, but when you told him it was okay to touch he quickly pressed his hand to your flesh.  This boy craves intimacy.  It’s like a floodgate had been opened.  He wanted to feel more of you against him, which is when clothes started flying, with your consent of course.  It wasn’t long before you were laying before Saeran in just your underwear, him kneeling between your legs in boxer briefs, and he looked like he had just walked into an ice cream parlour with a spoon and a coupon for unlimited toppings.  His fingers caressed you first, his hands becoming more confident as you offered word of encouragement, touching him with as much reverence as he was you.  He leaned forward and kissed you, your bodies flush to one another, his hips rocking subconsciously against your core.  Honestly, it wasn’t doing much for you, but his kisses were distracting and before you knew it he let out a low moan, shuddering his release with his forehead pressed to yours.

Once he could breathe again he started apologising, but you quickly stole it with more kisses and encouraging words that it was fine and you could start over whenever he was ready, be that now or another time.  You convinced him to cuddle for a little while which made you realise just how much human contact he craved.  Your hands petting him had him settled in minutes and when you offered to help him clean himself up, he blushed but nodded.  Well, it turned out that clean up was all he needed to be ready for round two!  This time you fully took the lead.  You showed him how and where to touch you, guiding his hand over your clit and around your entrance, letting him know it was okay to insert his finger, more if he wanted to.  Having permission to touch you as you lay before him was like a dream come true for him.  He touched, he licked, he explored, but not once did his skin leave yours, even if it was his leg pressed to you.  He needed the closeness, craved it, and you were only too happy to oblige.  The second time he came it was all over your stomach.  He was doing such a damn fine job of touching you that you wanted to return the favour.  Your deft fingers and palm drew him to another peak as you encouraged his fingers to be rougher, taking you with him a moment later.

After that you did a lot more fooling around, growing more confident and intimate together as time passed.  Which is where P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) comes into it.

Saeran showers you with absolute affection as you’re making love, and that’s what it is.  He’s so gentle and takes his sweet time.  This boy doesn’t want any of your sessions to end.  He loves you to sit in his lap and ride him while you’re face to face, looking into one another’s eyes as your bodies meld into one.  He is constantly whispering how much he loves you, especially when he cums, and while he’s slowly becoming a pro at dishing out orgasms, he still sometimes needs reassurances that you’re enjoying what he’s doing, especially if it’s something new.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Oh the wild card!  Saeran learns about food play.  Food and making love to his beautiful girlfriend, what’s not to like?!  He researches the best foods to use, plans a surprise dinner that is delicious but not heavy, with dessert being a buffet of items you could eat off one another.  Wow, did he pull out all the stops!  The meal itself was delicious and when he asked you to join him for dessert you couldn’t take your eyes off the bowls on the bedside of whipped cream and chocolate sauce.  Saeran had obviously thought about this a lot as you were soon on the bed with liberal servings of both drizzled over your body, particularly your most intimate parts.  The whipping cream on your nipples was almost literally the icing on the cake, and Saeran went to work enjoying his personal dessert.  Which would have been great had he not over done it.

You weren’t even half licked when he sat up and let out a shaky breath.  You eyed him carefully, knowing something wasn’t right.  When you finally asked what was wrong his reply was both sad and endearing all at once.

‘MC, would you mind if we stop?  I feel a bit sick.’

Pressing your lips together you told him you didn’t mind, and if it was okay with him you would go and shower off all this wasted sticky goodness then cuddle with him until he felt better, which turned out to be a much better end to the evening than you could have imagined!

NSFW Alphabet!

[hwspoland]

tell me about domestic pruspol (i love you) please

(i love you too <3)

I'm pushing my blind! Feliks headcanons onto everything and I am not stopping just a disclaimer

They’re idiots in love as in they literally acted like they were happily married and raised not one but two children (Germany and Silesia) over the course of a century thinking their relationship can be described as ‘enemies’

Gilbert reads to Feliks a lot in general, that’s how their relationship started (reactivated vol1) with Gilbert getting annoyed with politics or paperwork he had to do and Feliks going like ‘What’s up?’ and Gilbert just venting to him and reading the papers and letters out loud.

Gilbert reading out loud has become their form of intimacy and comfort because they’re sappy fuckers like that

Gilbert about Feliks: ‘My boyfriend’s a bitch and i like him very much’ 

Gil speaks polish with slight accent <33 and it’s the loveliest thing ever fight me

Gil sleeps on the right, but if Feliks isn’t in the bed with him he will always wake up on the left. Mainly because he’s a cuddle monster, but that’s a secret

Hugs when one of them is sitting and the other is standing,,,, peak intimacy

They! Always! Ask! For! Consent! Before! Kisses! (’can i get a kiss’/’can i kiss you’/’can you kiss me’ is better than the fucking kiss itself!!!! fight me)

They hold hands while smoking. They hold hands 

They read together!! But they do it like thye’re cuddling and the book is in Fel’s lap and Gilbert’s reading it out loud and Feliks has his head in the crook of Gil’s neck and they’re holding hands and they’re a cuddling pile and it’s lovely and safe and there’s also a shitton of blankets

‘I’d kill for you’ ‘Because you like me or because you like killing?’ ‘Yeah <3′

THey’re so soft for each other!! You can deadass see them going from wolf mode to puppy mode once the other walks into the room. 

Feliks’ favorite place to kiss Gilbert is eyelids and brows. 

When Gilbert’s tired and/or he doesn’t wanna read out loud he just asks Feliks to tell talk about something and Feliks just incoherently rambles. They usually hold hands during that

Literally Gilbert is always so so so excited to exist with Feliks and it’s been this way since always because his first impression of Feliks was from Erzsebet. Imagine how much you can fall in love with someone just because of a description of them and multiply it times three. That’s how smitten Gil was before he met Feliks for the first time.

They do the three taps i love you thing all. the. time.  

They always bicker and flirt during battles!! Like, no matter whether it’s against or with each other or it’s 1410 or 1973 they! always! talk! during! battles! it’s so wholesome and it brings so much romantic tension to the table

they’re an old married couple and i love them

[hostagine]

Hi yes me again, I just realized in a way I kinda just asked the same ask that I was questioning about and I apologize if it's too similar to the other ask. I meant it in like a time type of thingy I guess, like how many months would each host wait before asking to move in/asking if they wanna move in/asking to move with them to a new place. I'm sorry I keep sending asks, I feel like I'm taking up space, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't confusing you in any way

_ Anonymous

I'm sorry if you've answered this (I feel like you have), but if the order is Tamaki, Hikaru, Honey, then Mori/Kyoya/Kaoru for rushing into a relationship, is it the same order for how long it takes them to do other couple things? Like, would Tamaki be the first to get married and have kids then Hikaru then Honey, etc etc.? Or would the order be in a different order? Again I'm sorry if you've answered this already

_ anonymous

So if Tamaki's the "Happy 2 month anniversary, let's move in together!", does that mean all the hosts are in the same order as him? Like, Hikaru would wait 6+ months, Honey about 8-10+ months, and Kaoru, Kyoya, and Takashi are the "Are you sure I can leave my sweatshirt at your place? I don't wanna move too fast with this relationship thing." type of guys?

_ anonymous

So if Tamaki's the "Happy 2 month anniversary, let's move in together!", does that mean all the hosts are in the same order as him? Like, Hikaru would wait 6+ months, Honey about 8-10+ months, and Kaoru, Kyoya, and Takashi are the "Are you sure I can leave my sweatshirt at your place? I don't wanna move too fast with this relationship thing." type of guys?

_ anonymous

IM SORRY I MISREAD THE POST ABOUT TAMAKI AND THE TWO MONTH MOVING IN THING, but I'm still curious on how long each host would wait before moving in (I'm SO sorry, I thought I read it the other way)

You're fine, love! ♥️

I wrote another post about how long it'd be before the hosts consummate their marriage and another post about how long it'd be before the hosts have children but I haven't done one about moving in! Lemme see...

(This is considering that the hosts are all adults and have their own houses. None of them would be moving in with anybody while they're still in school. They have homework to do! And a bedtime)

Tamaki:

1 year. When Haruhi and Tamaki moved into that apartment in Boston and they loved right next to each other, and Tamaki was literally over every day, morning till dusk. It makes me think Tamaki wouldn't wait long until he'd pass around the idea of moving in. He'd ask on your 1 year anniversary. That's an important milestone in the relationship for him.

Kyoya:

You don't get to move in until you put a ring on his finger.

Haruhi:

A little over a year. She'll actually suggest it. It's very financially convenient for the both of you! But you have separate bedrooms for awhile. She's shy.

Hikaru:

2 years. His feelings take time to develop and he's also kind of shy. But once you're moved in together you've basically hit the peak of your relationship. Nothing could be better to him than that.

Kaoru:

3 years? Maybe a little sooner. He likes to take his time in a relationship. He definitely wants to spend all the world's time with you, but he can still do that by having you home by 10. But he'll be the one to suggest moving in together. When he's ready for that step. He's definitely ready.

Takashi:

3-4 years. It might seem long. But it's not like he doesn't want to. He definitely does. Moving in together would be amazing. But he doesn't want to make a commitment with someone who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their life with him. I don't think Takashi would ever move out of his family's estate. That's his home and his family's home. So there's a much needed level of loyalty and respect from you and his family. He doesn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

Mitsukuni:

A little over a year. He's ready to jump into that new part of your loves together very soon. Not too soon, but he loves that level of intimacy. Sleeping together. Eating together. Staying up late together. Eating cake together gasp at midnight. He loves that.

[themostrandomfandom]

Hey! Love the blog! I’m new to the fandom and I’ve fallen completely in love with Brittany! I was wondering how you think Brittany and Santana’s emotional intimacy changed throughout the show? And especially while Santana struggles with her sexuality

Hey, @darthmanius​!

Welcome to the fandom! I’m glad you like my blog. Sorry if it’s taken me a while to get back to you—I haven’t been online in a while.

In regards to your questions, I think one of the primary ways that Brittana’s emotional intimacy changes over the course of the show is in terms of how they communicate about their feelings.

More under the cut.

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In Brittanaland, “With feelings, it’s better” has long been a watchcry, but also potentially a misleading one if taken literally, because, honestly, with Brittana, the feelings have never been lacking.

The real issue? Acknowledging feelings for what they are. Communicating straightforwardly about how one feels. Not obfuscating or sidestepping. Just being honest. 

This issue lies at the heart of Brittana’s journey from emotional distance to peak emotional intimacy. As the girls learn how to disclose to each other about how they feel—and essentially to “call a spade a spade” when it comes to what their relationship means—they’re able to move from confusion, heartache, and unnecessary angst to connection, certainty, and emotional openness like never before. This evolution as a couple tracks closely with Santana learning to embrace her sexual identity and with Brittany learning to advocate for herself and stand up for what matters to her.   

We see this process start early on, when Brittana presents something of an “emotional intimacy paradox,” insofar as the girls are simultaneously both incredibly emotionally intimate in some ways and incredibly emotionally closed off from each other in others.

On the one hand, they are best friends of the closest kind:

They confide in each other.

See, for example, in 2x12, when, after maintaining her “bitch” front in the face of everyone else, Santana finally breaks down in the hallway with only Brittany present, revealing the depths of her upset.

They are attentive to each other’s feelings.

See, for example, in 2x02, when Santana sticks up for Brittany when she catches flack for not wanting to perform Britney Spears like the rest of the glee club.

They support each other’s successes.

See, for example, in 2x09, when they are excited about each other’s respective dancing and singing solos at Sectionals.

They make use of an extensive lexicon of intimate touches through which they communicate with each other (e.g., pinky-linking, back rubs, playing with each other’s hair, sweet lady kisses, etc.).

See all of S1, while they’re sitting on the back row.

They understand each other’s quirks, tics, and personality traits like no one else does.

See, for example, in 2x19, Brittany’s defense of Santana during the Blurt Locker scene.

We don’t get to witness a lot of their “alone time” together play out on screen, but anyone with eyes can tell that they are extremely close to each other—more so than they are with anyone else on the show. They talk to each other more than they do other characters. They act differently toward each other than toward other company. They demonstrate all sorts of care for each other in myriad different ways. Both of them are more “themselves” in each other’s presence than they are otherwise. 

Of course, on the other hand, they also have a giant emotional wedge between them which impedes their emotional intimacy—namely, Santana’s unwillingness to acknowledge the true nature of their relationship and/or their respective sexual orientations (or to allow Brittany to do so).

For all intents and purposes, Brittana are in a romantic relationship with each other throughout the entire history of the show, and yet in the early seasons, Santana refuses to either acknowledge or to permit Brittany to acknowledge said relationship as romantic. She’s so terrified of anyone knowing the truth about her sexuality that she tries in every possible way to bury it. 

Even though she and Brittany are sleeping together, hanging out all the time, and doing quintessentially coupley things, they aren’t (according to her) girlfriends; they are “best friends.” 

Even though they have a passionate, regular sexual relationship—that is even seemingly monogamous between episodes 1x16 and 2x06—what they’re doing isn’t (according to her) serious; it’s just a recreational time-kill in the absence of boys. 

Per Santana, sex isn’t dating, and cuddling in the choir room isn’t a big deal. What she feels for Brittany is only best friendly affection, not passionate love. She rationalizes and downplays and represses EVERYTHING, insisting that Brittany do so, as well, freaking out and retreating any time Brittany even gets close to suggesting that their relationship is at all romantic.

—and because Brittany fears that if she freaks Santana out, she’ll lose her, she goes along with Santana’s charades, as ridiculous and unconvicing as they sometimes are. If Santana says that sex isn’t dating, then sex isn’t dating. If Santana says that they have to get with boys, then they have to get with boys. Brittany, at this point, is a passive entity. Her m.o. is to go along to get along and not do anything that would possibly cause Santana to spook.

She keeps her mouth shut, even though she knows in her heart that what Santana’s selling her is bullshit.

In Santana repressing and in Brittany humoring her, Brittana experience complications with their emotional intimacy, including (among other issues):

While they are both skilled readers of each other’s cues, they often can’t discuss what they see going on with each other. They have to pretend that they don’t know why the other girl is upset or conflicted or angry or sad or confused—or at least they have to tiptoe around the subject very carefully, being cautious not to mention their feelings for each other or sexual orientations in the process. 

For example, in episode 2x12, Brittany knows very well that Santana’s upset about Valentine’s Day has a lot to do with her gay panicking and fear that she is going to be alone for the rest of her life. However, because of Santana’s moratorium on talking about feelings and the topic of their sexual orientations, Brittany can’t very well say to Santana, “Don’t worry. You won’t end up alone! One day, you’ll be with a girl you love—and I hope that that girl is me.” Instead, she can only look on with concern while Santana flails, offering physical comfort but no address to the underlying problem.

Santana’s repeated verbal devaluation of her and Brittany’s relationship  conflicts with the physical cues she sends Brittany, which causes Brittany a kind of emotional whiplash. On the one hand, what Santana says can be downight cruel (“I’m not making out with you because I’m in love with you and want to sing about making lady babies. I’m only here because Puck’s been in the slammer for about 12 hours now, and I’m like a lizard. I need something warm beneath me or I can’t digest my food”), but, on the other hand, what she does, from the back rubs to the kisses to the lovemaking, is so sweet and attentive. Between the two extremes, Brittany doesn’t know where she stands or to what extent she is allowed to make known her own feelings.

Hence Brittany’s occasional “flubs,” where she wears her heart on her sleeve and tells Santana how she feels, believing, based on Santana’s recent behavior, that her expressions of affection will be reciprocated, only to have Santana suddenly shoot her down (e.g., in 2x04).    

The girls perpetuate a dizzying cycle in which every time Santana allows hereself to be emotionally vulnerable with Brittany—in some way revealing how much she needs, wants, and loves her—she then panics and emotionally retreats, attempting to date boys (and encouraging Brittany to do the same) in order to reassert their “heterosexuality.” This behavior causes both girls heartache and confusion, as every step forward they might take—for instance, their long period of monogamy between episodes 1x16 and 2x06—is then immediately wiped out by the proverbial two steps back—for instance, Santana roping them into a double-date with Puck and Artie, which eventually segues into her (once again) sleeping with Puck and Brittany (for the first time) sleeping with Artie.

In this sense, the girls are also very emotionally closed-off from each other, insofar as they can’t acknowledge their feelings for each other in any other way than on a physical level. They don’t talk about their romantic relationship in terms of it being a romantic relationship. They don’t talk about what the sex means, even though sex for them is incredibly meaningful. They deliberately mischaracterize their interactions as “platonically friendly” and attempt to hide the fact that they are each other’s primary partners, even though such is clearly the case.

The walls Santana builds up as a self-protective measure create emotional dissonance between them, which eventually results in Brittany deciding to take her at her word—i.e., that they’re not dating, despite all evidences to the contrary—and pursue a relationship with someone else instead, namely Artie Abrams.

From her relationship with Artie, Brittany learns the importance of being at liberty to discuss one’s feelings with one’s partner (“But when Artie and I are together we talk about stuff like feelings”). She also experiences the joys of having a formalized relationship. Artie, despite not fully understanding Brittany and oftentimes underestimating her intelligence, is generally an attentive and positive partner. Brittany’s time with him tends to be happy.

However, for as much as she flourishes in her relationship with Artie, she also finds herself unwilling to completely break off her relationship with Santana, with whom she is still deeply in love. Unlike Artie, Santana does fully understand her, and the feelings between them run so deep and so strong. 

This unwillingness on her part to forsake her relationship with Santana eventually leads to cheating between her and Santana while she’s still dating Artie, and the cheating eventually leads to the implosion of the Bartie relationship.

In the meantime, Santana’s experience with suddenly being Brittany’s “side dish” as opposed to her primary partner proves to Santana something that for years she has attempted to deny: that she is deeply in love with Brittany, craves intimacy with her, and can’t stand to be without her.

So cue first the Hurt Locker scene and then the Back Six of S2, where Santana finally allows herself to name her love for Brittany aloud and to acknowledge to Brittany that she wants them to be together, and, shortly afterward, Brittany suddenly becomes “available” again.

From there, Brittana’s is not an all-at-once transformation, where the girls go from being emotionally impeded to emotionally intimate in every way, but rather a step here and a step there over the course of the Back Six, with Santana learning (with much help from Brittany) to “embrace all the awesomeness” that she is and accept her own sexuality, becoming increasingly emotionally transparent in the process, and with Brittany learning to assert herself and be her own person, refusing to swallow her own feelings to preserve Santana’s ego. 

At the same time that Santana is gathering the courage to put on her  “LEBANESE” shirt and wear it proudly (see 2x18), Brittany is gathering the courage to stand up to the next person who calls her an idiot (see 2x19) and to tell Santana that she deserves to be treated well in their relationship and have her feelings acknowledged (see 2x18). It is a period of individual growth for both girls, and that individual growth paves the way for them to come into themselves as a couple. 

They suffer a few setbacks along the way—such as when Santana stands Brittany up on Fondue for Two (see episode 2x19)—but, gradually, by the end of S2, they reach a place where they can be honest with each other about what their actions toward each other mean and how they feel about each other and their relationship (see the Heart Locker scene in episode 2x22).

This progress continues into S3, when they officially start dating and take the first steps toward negotiating their emotional intimacy in public. Here, we see Brittany being wonderfully mindful of Santana’s comfort levels in terms of their coming out process as a couple (see episode 3x04) and Santana opening herself to Brittany in ways she never has before.

Santana becomes willing to cop to her feelings for Brittany not only when they are alone together but also before others, even in Brittany’s absence, and even to hostile audiences, like Principal Figgins or her abuela.

Unfortunately, Brittana—and especially Brittany—don’t get a lot of dialogue as the season progresses, but it’s still easy enough to see that they’re closer than they’ve ever been before. 

Hence why it so strains credulity when the Glee writers make it so that, somehow, Santana has no idea that Brittany’s not going to graduate, though that’s a rant for another day.

Of course, if we were charting Brittana’s emotional intimacy on a line chart, the “up curve” they’d experienced between S1 and S3 would take a sudden downturn come S4, when their breakup—precipitated by distance—suddenly reintroduces uncertainty into their dynamic, the likes of which they haven’t experienced since before Santana could bring herself to say the words “I love you.” 

Again, as before, the problem isn’t in the feelings. 

It’s in the inability to express them.

As discussed here, Santana and Brittany are still very much—truly, madly, deeply—in love when they break up, but because the entire object of said breakup (as Santana conceives of it) is to permit them both the freedom to pursue other happinesses while they can’t for the moment be together, they have to try to move on from each other, which means giving up the trappings of their former formal relationship. If they’re going to do the “find your bliss elsewhere” thing, then they have to do it right, and that means that they can’t function like a couple. There have got to be some boundaries.

The difficulty comes in deciding where those boundaries lie and then somehow enforcing them.

Throughout their entire “broken up” period between S4 and early S5, neither one of them is certain how to interact with the other now that they’re uncoupled. They still crave each other’s company (see, for example, 4x06 and 4x13), but they’re not sure how much they can do or say or even where to draw the line when it comes to physical touch. How much disclosure is too much? At what point are they crossing a line? 

Santana, in particular, is so afraid of getting her wires crossed that she finds it difficult to maintain regular contact with Brittany, especially once Brittany starts dating Sam.

Remember: Even in the primordial days of S1, when the girls were still pretending that they were “just” best friends, there was always a romantic element to their relationship. They’ve never known how to maintain a strictly platonic dynamic. 

This uncertainty creates some notable awkwardness during S4. Though at various points, the girls vow to each other that they’ll always be best friends and remain close, even when they’re dating other people (see, for example, in 4x06 and 4x13), their communication—at least as far as we’re shown it in canon—appears both sporadic and far less open than it once was. They’re careful around each other in a way they haven’t been since S2.

It takes Brittany’s misery at MIT and Santana’s misery in New York to reopen their channels of communication (see episodes 5x12 and 5x13). Because their concern for each other’s well-being is always paramount even when they’re not officially “together,” when each one learns how unhappy the other one is in her current living situation, they each attempt to counsel and support each other, despite their previous awkwardness, and those attempts eventually lead to them talking about their relationship. 

Brittany bravely admits that she wants her and Santana to be together again, and her act of emotional disclosure causes Santana to realize that she wants the same thing, too. 

They talk about first their fears and then their hopes in getting back together. They make plans. They tie up loose ends. 

From there, their emotional intimacy only increases and deepens.

The Brittana we see in S6, fresh off of their months-long vacation to Lesbos and concert tour as Mercedes’s background singers, have seemingly only grown closer in the time they’ve spent together since S5. 

They are extremely communicative, talking together about their feelings both negative and positive. They also help each other problem-solve and build each other up in times of stress and duress. They’re incredibly attentive to each other’s wants and needs and united in the front they present to the world.

And most importantly?

Their words and deeds align exactly. 

They tell each other how much they love each other with handholding, nose-nuzzling, kisses, hugs, and lovemaking, but they also say it in words—with “I will love you until infinity,” “I choose you over everyone,” and “I do”—and mean every one through and through, from the very depths of their hearts. 

There’s no more discrepancy between what’s actually going on with them and what they say is going on with them. 

They’re on the same page, 100%.

Brittany has metamorphosed from the yes-woman who went along just to get along. She no longer allows anyone to step on her, and she doesn’t sacrifice her own emotional truth to placate other people. She expresses her feelings clearly and is active in making decisions regarding her and Santana’s relationship. Gone is the girl who looked on, brokenhearted, while everyone told her who she was and how she should feel. Now she knows how to advocate for herself, for Santana, and for their love even—and even especially—when the stakes are high (see, for example, her speech to Santana’s grandmother in 6x06).

Santana, too, has undergone a remarkable, seasons-long change. No longer is she the girl who is too afraid to admit, even just to herself, that she’s in love with her best friend. Now she’s the woman who almost can’t help but tell the whole world how much she loves her wife at every opportunity, and she’s willing to prioritize her relationship with Brittany, even when doing so isn’t easy or without personal cost to her. While she once imposed ridiculous rules on herself and Brittany to try to keep their love a secret, now she breaks all the rules so that they can be together. She allows herself to be vulnerable and to show her innate sweetness. She allows herself to be honest about what she feels. 

—and, ultimately, that growth and honesty for both girls allows Brittana to enjoy a high degree of emotional intimacy during their engagement and marriage.

Their scenes together in episode 6x06 are some of the most emotionally intimate in the whole show—and I’m not just talking about them standing side by side to take on Alma at the end of the episode, but about Santana confronting Brittany in the hallway and about their ensuing conversation about Santana’s boundaries and how they’ll work together from now on to achieve common goals. That communication is so healthy and expressive. It’s so adult and straightforward. It’s something they never would have been able to do early on. It really shows their growth.

Looking forward, one can only imagine that as married women, they continue to learn each other better and to make use of their well-honed communication skills. Their “I love yous” undoubtedly continue to be frequent, their acknowledgment of who they are and how they feel absolutely their norm.

In any case, I’m rambling now, but TL;DR? Brittana’s biggest obstacle regarding emotional intimacy is the issue of being able to acknowledge their feelings for what they are. Once they learn to do that—together—they cohere in a remarkable way, emerging as the most cohesive, communicative, emotionally intimate couple on the show.

“With acknowledging feelings, it’s better.”

Thanks for the question!