boyfriend!gregory who, no matter how much willpower he uses, can’t stop drawing you. You’ve become the person who fills his sketchbook—your face, your hands, your silhouette—captured even in the most mundane settings. He’s never cared much about who sees his art, yet for some reason, his heart sped up the first time you leaned over his shoulder to take a look at what he was working on.
boyfriend!gregory who was, at first, far too shy to hold your hand or even walk beside you. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he simply wasn’t used to that kind of closeness. He didn’t know how to express the whirlwind of thoughts in his head, so he did it the only way he knew how: through his art.
boyfriend!gregory who’s quietly possessive. No one is immune to jealousy and, if there’s something that truly gets to him, it’s hearing people around him make unpleasant or suggestive comments about you. It only takes him standing beside you—closer than usual—or one of those heavy stares that say far more than words ever could.
boyfriend!gregory who lets you help with his makeup. He’s perfectly capable of doing it himself, but he’d rather feel your fingers brushing against his skin and watch the way your lips part slightly in concentration. And even though he still feels a bit intimidated being that close to you, he has to use every bit of his self-control not to ruin his freshly painted black lips.
☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: jealousy headcanons for my favorite prefect <3
☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: gregory violet/gn!reader
☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: probably ooc, mostly fluff, little bit of violence mentioned
-ㅤㅤ before dating
You didn't notice him before, but he most definitely noticed you immediately.
He was fascinated by you when he first laid his eyes on you. You were different than the others, he didn't exactly know why but he had this strange feeling in his chest when you locked eyes once.
He took his time observing you before you even talked. He found everything you do interesting and wanted to know more and more. But he also saw the way you interacted with others.
On one hand he was glad that you were so social, so he wouldn't have to do much except to make you notice him. But on the other hand, he had this feeling of disgusting jealousy when someone would touch your shoulder slightly or hug you goodbye. He wanted to do that too but also more. He wanted you for himself.
He did sketches of you that he would stare at before he goes to sleep, so he would have the chance to see you in his dreams. He also wrote letters to you that he never sent, because he described how he wanted to hurt everyone you were friends with and also your family. But he would make sure you never find them.
He was jealous that they could see your beautiful face everyday and he had to wait hours to days to get a glimpse of you.
He wasn't even trying it, but one evening, when you were sitting outside, he hid behind a tree and sketched you doing your homework. You noticed his hunched figure behind the tree, looking down on what he held in his hands. So you decided to approach him.
Well, from there on everything happened on its own and you got closer, until you confessed to him.
-ㅤㅤ while dating
Since you got into a relationship, his jealousy decreased as he now had you. But there were still moments of insecurities when some pretty person took your attention away from him.
You always noticed his mood going lower when you weren't focusing on him so you always made sure that he knew that no one compared to him, in your opinion at least.
Your reassuring words always made him feel calmer and relieved, he was definitely still jealous but it was bearable for him.
– making out with Gregory Violet ☆ gregory violet x fem!reader • present AU
a/n: i loved writing this HELLOOO?????
Gregory loved kisses. He'd never said it out loud; it wasn't necessary. He always showed enough affection in private, and for you, it had always been more than enough.
So when a simple kiss turned into something more, he didn't stop you. He didn't really want to.
You were supposed to be studying. However, he took advantage of the first distraction. It had started with a small kiss on your cheek, which quickly escalated. You should have stopped him and been a responsible student, you knew it, but the moment his lips were on yours, you couldn't have cared less.
"Vi… we have to study," you murmured as his lips flicked to your jaw for just a second.
He made a sound of affirmation, but didn't stop. You didn't want him to stop anyway; you'd been spending less time together than usual lately, and it was frustrating you.
You settled on his lap, your hands gripping his uniform as your chest ached from lack of air, but you refused to move away from him. You didn't know how long this distraction had started; you only knew you couldn't concentrate when Violet's tongue slipped into your mouth and his hands slid to squeeze your hips.
You wanted to move your hips against him, especially when his fingers slid beneath your blouse, caressing your hot skin. A shiver ran through your body at his touch, and you did your best to keep your mind from wandering elsewhere.
You took a breath before kissing his lips again, your fingers sliding to his hair, burying themselves in his strands, tugging gently without hurting him. There was that part of you that always tried to hold back; maybe that was why you always ended up in the same situation.
"We have to study," you gasped, trying to be the responsible one.
Violet was going to refuse again, not when he always had something to do and couldn't spend enough time with you. However, that didn't matter when someone knocked on the bedroom door. You heard him mutter something you couldn't quite make out, but it was probably some kind of complaint.
"You have black lipstick here." he ran her thumb under your lower lip, and you sighed, knowing it was much more than a small smudge.
It wasn't until you slipped off to the bathroom that you noticed the mess of black lipstick on your lips. It was always like this, and it was always worth it.
jealous!violet who at first doesn't seem like the type of person who gets jealous. In fact, he'd always been quiet, lost in his own world that only you could enter, so for a second you thought jealousy wasn't really in his vocabulary. It wasn't until shortly after that you discovered you were completely wrong.
jealous!violet who notices when someone approaches you with ulterior motives. Violet is observant, so when she notices someone's gaze, the way they get too close, or the way someone tries to touch you too much, even if you don't notice.
jealous!violet who always stays close. He's not the type of person who needs everyone to know you're his girlfriend or tries to make it obvious; his mere presence by your side was enough. He didn't need to jump into every conversation or try to socialize because it simply wasn't something he was interested in; being by your side seemed sufficient to him.
jealous!violet who never gets upset with you. He trusts you, he knows that when a situation like this happens it's not your fault, after all, you've never given him any reason to doubt you; never changed his attitude towards you, much less acted distant. However, trusting his girlfriend is completely different from trusting othersespecially if those people weren't usually very discreet.
jealous!violet who isn't loud. Violet's jealousy isn't explosive, much less something that's too noticeable. However, you know him too well to tell when something is bothering him because of the way he looks at someone else or the way he gets slightly closer to you than usual.
jealous!violet who has small possessive gestures towards you. Although he never admitted it, there are small things he does that make you realize that in moments of slight jealousy he continues to seek you out, such as touching your hand or sliding closer to you. even if he continues to refuse to say it out loud.
— he always has his eyes on you - weston co-ed college AU ☆ gregory violet x fem!reader
You’d always thought he hated you. Gregory Violet often had his eyes on you whenever you were at the gazebo or even during class. You’d seen him scribbling something in his notebook and assumed it was one of his drawings—probably of you, with horns and a terrible expression on your face.
That question was answered during one of his free periods.
“I don’t want to,” you muttered, trying to hide behind Cheslock with impressive discretion. He was the only person you didn’t hate in that entire school, and it was no secret that he knew about the curiosity that had been killing you for weeks. In fact, you’d asked him directly since he was closer to Gregory than you’d ever been. “He’s been staring at me for like twenty minutes,” you whispered against his ear.
“Just pretend you’re going to get some tea,” he said, as if that were the most obvious thing to do.
You stared at him for a few seconds, mentally noting to act like you didn’t know him the next time he asked for help. Straightening your uniform, you made your way to the small table on the other side of the gazebo. Pretending you were just serving yourself tea became impossible once your gaze flicked toward Gregory, and you leaned slightly to peek over his shoulder.
You’d prepared yourself to see anything—a drawing of you with horns or something equally humiliating. But what you saw instead… was the last thing you expected.
You had no horns, no horrible expression. You actually looked… peaceful. Your gaze was slightly turned away, fixed on a hummingbird that had been hovering nearby earlier. If you didn’t already know his drawing style by heart, you would’ve sworn you were looking at a photo. He’d drawn you. All those times he stared at you—it meant that…
You didn’t snap out of your thoughts until someone—though you didn’t know who—called your name, making you lift your head. At the same time, Gregory turned his notebook around to hide the drawing, averting his eyes from you.
You were doing your best not to moan, but it was getting harder and harder, especially when Violet's lips slid down your abdomen. His warm breath hitting against your skin without reaching the parts you needed most was probably a kind of torture you were willing to go through.
You hated not being able to spend as much time with him as you wanted, so every moment seemed sacred, like these. However, Violet decided this moment was perfect to remind you that your nakedness was his favorite work of art. His warm lips traced a path down to your hips, where he pressed a kiss, making you squirm in his grasp—or perhaps it was a tremor of anticipation; in that moment, you weren't fully aware of your own body's reactions.
The air left your lungs once more as his pale fingers pressed into your skin without causing pain, the same fingers you'd seen so many times gliding across the pages of his sketchbook. Your fingers slid through his hair, causing a sound of satisfaction to be muffled against your skin. You felt disappointment build in your chest as his lips traced a path again, this time upward, knowing his lips wouldn't go where you needed him most. Not right then, at least.
"Stop torturing me," your voice was barely a whisper, as if afraid that speaking louder would shatter the moment. A sound escaped his lips, which you deduced was simply him ignoring your pleas. He never rushed things with you, especially if it meant he would have to spend weeks without seeing you afterward.
You felt his breath on your chest before he slid to one of your nipples without warning. Your back arched slightly, seeking more and the grip on the strands of his hair tightening just enough to silently beg him not to pull away. His tongue slid across your sensitive skin, feeling it harden beneath his touch.
He looked up a few seconds later, and when his eyes met yours, you took a few seconds to admire his disheveled appearance. Your thumb traced a path down his cheek to his lower lip. His completely bare face, without a drop of makeup, was an image etched in your mind.
Violet's eyes were fixed on you as he slid down to your level, his cold fingers brushing your chin, forcing you to look at him. His gaze traced every inch of your face for a few seconds before he leaned in to press his lips to yours.
a/n: this is short because i don't really know how to write smut and i'm practicing writing differently, so here it is!!! :)
you help him with his makeup ☆ gregory violet x fem!reader • weston co-ed college AU
Seeing Violet without makeup for the first time had surprised you in a positive way. You'd always felt his gaze was too intense, but without that dark eyeliner, it was surprisingly soft.
The first time you asked if you could help him, he didn't refuse. You could feel your hand trembling slightly every time you got close to his face. You'd tried to keep a safe distance between you, otherwise you'd end up a nervous wreck. That had been at the beginning of your relationship; now you were confident enough to even gently take his jaw to keep him still.
And even though he didn't say it out loud, he was confident enough to lie to you and pretend he needed help.
You'd noticed it one morning when you'd slipped very carefully into the boys' dormitories in the purple house. Usually, the two dormitories were at completely opposite ends, which made perfect sense. But now you had to be more careful than usual. No one believed you whenever you said you had to do something Prefect Violet had asked you to do. Sometimes you missed the days when your relationship was nothing more than a secret between you two.
"Violet?" You stepped into his dormitory, glancing both ways down the hallway before closing the door behind you. To your surprise, he didn't take long to appear. He was wearing his uniform and… of course, he still needed to do his makeup.
"You arrived early."
"I was here as usual," you defended yourself, moving closer to him. Violet's kind of affection certainly wasn't physical contact, but yours was, so he never complained when you kissed his cheek as a greeting. Just like these moments. You felt his hands encircle your waist for a few seconds before finally letting go. You sank down onto his bed, wiggling your toes. "You're not wearing makeup."
He shook his head, heading to the bathroom. You heard him move a few things before coming back out. "Will you help me?" he asked, sitting down next to you. "I'm still sleepy." That was a clear lie because your boyfriend was the worst liar, at least in your eyes. Anyone else wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his usual expression and the one he had when he was lying, but that wasn't the case with you.
You picked up the makeup, moving closer to him, close enough to almost feel his breath on your face. "But don't move too much," you murmured, knowing he could stay as still as a statue.
You began applying the makeup with utmost care, your lips slightly parted, something you did unconsciously to try and concentrate better—even though it was completely unrelated. Violet's gaze was fixed on you, though he knew you didn't notice because of your intense concentration. He began to take in every detail of your face.
The way you parted your lips slightly, the small lines under your eyes from staying up late studying the last few days. How you squinted just a few centimeters, and the slight wrinkle that formed on your forehead every time you frowned, as if it helped you concentrate. And then his eyes flicked to your lips, for just a second. They always ended up smudged with black from his makeup, and you never complained. You'd changed your lip gloss because the old one always made everything worse, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was possible to skip the first class just to kiss you.
"Look up," you murmured, pulling him out of that bubble, and he obeyed instantly, fixing his gaze on the ceiling just as you'd instructed him the first time you'd helped him with his makeup.
You were so engrossed that you barely had time to react when you felt his hands around you again, as if he were catching you to prevent you from falling, even though you weren't in any danger. Damn it, if you adjusted yourself enough you could sit on his lap; maybe you would next time.
"Don't move," you whispered, pretending the words were for him, but perhaps they were for yourself, as his touch had made you tense slightly.
You lingered longer than you should have because you didn't want to move away from him. You liked that closeness too much and wanted to prolong it as long as possible, even though it was getting late and you couldn't be late again.
"It's ready, just the lipstick and…" You looked down to pick it up, but you felt Violet's fingers on your jaw, forcing you to look up again. You didn't have time to ask what he was doing because you felt his lips crash against yours. It was barely a second, a quick kiss like the ones you give someone when you know there will be more. That rush of sensations exploded inside you, like every time you remembered you could kiss him whenever you wanted and not just watch him from the back of the classroom like two years ago.
You noticed some of your lip gloss had gotten on his lips, but he didn't make a move to wipe it off.
"We're going to be late for class," he said before getting up without warning. You knew you'd frozen because you felt incapable of moving your legs or doing anything else. He always did the same thing, every morning, and you always had the same reaction no matter how many times you'd already kissed him. And you didn't think you'd ever be able to act normally.
That day he'd worn his usual black lipstick, but this time with a different touch of gloss.
