#to my equally uncomfy bed

[angered-box]

love when the chronic pain is chronic and i can't sit at my desk to relax

[starcrossedreaders]

Cold Kiss

Cold Kiss

Azriel x Reader

Modern Az, especially college hockey Az has been invading my head so I might as well write about it.

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I never understood the liking of hockey. The stadiums were loud and cold, the sport was aggressive and the seats were god awful. Our team scored once again making the score 5-1. The crowd was roaring and it sent ringing towards my ears. I sank further back into these uncomfy seats and tried to find my place in my book. 

“Come on Y/N get your nose out of your book for once and come to the party with us. It’ll be fun. Besides, you need to get out more,” Mor was currently standing in front of me in our shared apartment.

"I'll pass. That's all you for tonight," I go back to the heated romance novel in my hands before it was brutally ripped from me.

"Seriously Mor?"

"Yea seriously, get up I'm getting you dressed and you're going out, besides the group has been dying to meet you," I let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled my eyes. "Fine." Mor cheered as she gripped my hands and pulled me across the apartment to my room.

Our apartment was rather small, having only 2 bedrooms and one bathroom with a shared kitchen, dining, and living room. Perfect for two college girls like Mor and I.

When we made it to my room Mor sat me down on the bed while she ransacked my closet looking for a suitable outfit. After a few heartbeats of the hangers screeching on the metal rod and a few mumbled words of disapproval from Mor she finally pulled out a dress. Of course it was the most revealing dress that I own. It’s a dark navy blue satin dress  that crossed on the other side of my boobs leaving  a cut out right under them.  It then tied in the back leaving half of my back exposed all the way until my lower back. It was a beautiful dress, I only wore it once and that was for my senior homecoming. 

“How did I now know you had this beauty in your closet?” Mor was smiling from ear to ear as she held the dress up. I stood up and grabbed the dress from her and started to change.

“Because the last time I wore it was homecoming, I doubt it will even fit,” I slipped the dress over my head letting it fall into place and turned around to silently ask Mor to tie the back. 

Needless to say, it does fit. In fact, it fits better than when I last wore it. Mor was practically glowing while she did my hair and make up. She finally backed away to assess her work and nodded her head slightly. “Perfect” She wasn’t wrong, she did my hair in a way that it would frame my face, my eyes popped and my lips fuller than usual. Mor worked her magic and it had left me breathless.

“Here, put these on and then we are going, everyone has been blowing up my phone asking where I am. They are going to be so happy to see you,” She tossed some heels towards my way and stalked out of the room.

I have never regretted giving into Mor more in my life till now. Body’s were squeezed into a house that smelt like sweat and booze. Beer games were in one section dancing in another, and every corner and wall was filled with people practically having sex. I cringed as I looked at the couples but I continued after Mor. Soon, we made it to the basement where it was much more quiet and only light banter and a heavy laugh was carried throughout the room. 

“Mor you finally made it, what took you so long?” One of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen waved her hand and straightened her back from her seat on what seems to be her boyfriend’s lap. She had long brown hair, very sharp cheekbones and a beautiful tattoo on her left forearm. Her boyfriend seemed to have a matching one, which he is equally as beautiful as her. With short blue-black hair, charming violent eyes and a tan complexion. The closer we got the more prominent the flash of a diamond on her finger sang out to us. Finance and or husband, interesting. 

“Well, I had to get my surprise ready for you guys, Y/N this is everyone, Everyone this is Y/N.” Everyone waved their hands and said their hellos as we sat down. Mor sat next to a huge handsome man with yet another girl adorned on his lap. His hair swept down all the way to his shoulders and he kept half of it up in a bun. His complexion was just like the other’s male but his eyes were hazel this time. The girl on his lap was devastatingly beautiful leaving me to question if I was truly straight or not. Her hair is golden brown and her eyes are piercingly blueish gray. 

“She is certainly something. I’m Cassian nice to meet you,” Cassian let out a low whistle while leaning back into the couch. I mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you too’ wishing this couch would just eat me up.

“Let’s play a game!” Feyre clapped her as she spoke up from the laughing group.” Everyone agreed and we all sat on the floor in a big circle.

“A little spin the bottle never hurt anyone,” Cassian downed his beer, wiped the Slavia off of his bottle with his shirt and placed it in the middle of the circle. He leaned back on the couch rest both of his arms on either side of Nesta and Mor.

“You go first new girl,” Cassian spoke with mischievous intent. My stomach shriveled up as I leaned forward to spin the bottle. A few breaths later it landed on the person it front of me.

Azriel.

The infamous Azriel, he landed most of the scores in tonight’s game, earning himself a hat trick. Gods was he beyond beautiful. His slightly shriveled black hair, his piercing hazel eyes. If he keeps looking at my like that I think I might faint. 

He slightly smirks sensing the nerves rolling through me, when he stands up and offers his hand.

“It’s only 7 minutes, princess,” The nickname had me freezing a bit when going to grab his hands. I took one deep breath in and placed my hand in his large calloused hand.

He lead us to a closet and the others started the 7 minute timer. The closet was cramped and dark, him and I were pushed up against either side of the confided space. Azriel took up most of the space making it really hard not to inhale his cedar scented cologne. His deep voiced reverberated throughout the closet. “So, what were reading about during my game?”

Gods, how was  I supposed to tell him it was toe curling smut about a hockey player like himself :”Nothing in particular,” 

He let out a dark laugh calling out my bluff. “Are you sure about that? Last time I checked the cover had a hockey puck on it. Did Mor drag you to our game because of your book? To show you that you could be living out your fantasies?” With each question Az moved a step closer quickly closing up the allotted space. My jaw dropped, god he smelt heavenly, and his words sent shivers down my spine and towards my thighs. 

Speechless. I was utterly speechless.

“Cat catch your tongue love? All it takes it one word and we can recreate your book,” His breath grazed my ear and drafted down my neck. He nipped my earlobe and started to leave feathery kisses along my jaw.

“One word.” He whispered the words onto my lips and pushed me over the edge.

I crashed my lips into his. His mouth molded to mine perfectly. He set the pace and rhythm, licking and nipping my bottom lip asking for permission. I open my mouth and our tongues set into a waltz. After one last kiss we pull apart to catch our breaths, the only thing keeping us together was a string of saliva.

Part II

[catchyhuh]

Sometimes what people wear as pajamas is a weird indicator of personality so... What’s your opinion on their pajamas?

it took less than a second for me to go “how do pjs indicate personaliOhhh wait yeah that does make sense” as I realized I was folding up multiple adult size cartoon character onesies for my own pajama drawer. let’s get into it BUT UH DISCLAIMER i mostly talk about patterns in canon i’ve noticed with just… tiny personal thoughts in here. less headcanons more breakdown. NOW let’s get into it

lupin:

two modes-- soft, fuzzy button up set, or just his underwear. somewhat depending on weather, DEFINITELY depending on mood. i mean you don't wanna get COLD and he got those nice purple heart pajamas with an actual, legal purchase, so it'd be stupid to waste them ALL the time!

there could be a joke here about how he’d probably just sleep naked if the gang weren’t constantly groaning in annoyance, throwing pillows at him begging him to put on some damn pants, but the reality is… he can’t really sleep like that. it’s uncomfy :( he tried :) but it’s uncomfy :(

jigen:

you aren't ready for this. or you are. you likely are, given i had to choose between like 3 different pictures i have of him in fits like this

and i’m dead serious. big ass ankle length nightgown with matching cap. no, really. these are his actual pajamas. they’re comfy to him. i can’t fathom why, maybe the fabric is just equal parts breathable and warm, maybe he did this once for the bit and realized it was the best sleep he ever had, WHATEVER, these are his pajamas, and no amount of teasing by now will stop him from changing into these before going to bed

i have to respect them for committing to this bit, because you think, oh, he’s the coolest. he wouldn’t have lame pajamas. no he does. very lame. hilariously so. arose such a clatter type shit. nighty night scrooge

fujiko:

now, she would LIKE to say big, fluffy, fancy nightgown… but the texture feels bad scrubbing against your skin all night, so she usually just opts for a simpler nightgown. or, like lupin, just her underwear. obvious fanservice aside she’s clearly comfy bundled up like that so you show em how its done fujiko

no matter how cold it gets, she can never really sleep in pajama pants. shorts, maybe, but anything that reaches past her knees feels restrictive, hence why she normally just goes for the nightgown. she doesn’t even kick in her sleep idk why it’s such a big deal!

goemon:

i had to look through a bunch of stuff because i was like. wtf. what DOES he wear to bed. he can’t just be wearing his usual clothes all day and night, it would be uncomfortable. so i’ve come to the conclusion that these virtually identical clothes here are just made of a softer material, designated as goemon’s jammies

or he just. sleeps in his underwear. it really is comfsorry the mental image of the camera panning across three beds where they’re sleeping in their underwear vs jigen still rocking the victorian fit is killing me a bit

zenigata:

have you noticed he sleeps with his hat on more than jigen does. isn’t that fucked. jigen has a special sleeping hat but the alleged NON-hat-obsessed guy is the one sleeping in it. due to his… hectic routine, he never really has a default type of pjs. either he just sleeps in what he was already wearing (c’mon, man) or he’s packed like, some pajama pants, or (take another shot because this series loves this gag) just hits the hay in the heart print boxers. jigen really is a scientific outlier.

USUALLY if he’s bothering to actually change, it’s just the undershirt he’s already got on and some comfy pants, the kind you can get at like walmart for five bucks, so if he’s forgotten to bring them it’s no biggie. damn anon was right this IS a personality indicator!

BONUS YATA!:

as we have oft discussed, yata is a man we have all met at one point in our lives. so, yata has the basic boring man pajamas. t-shirt that’s too big for him but he forgot to return it, and seasonal pajama pants. the pants always seem to mismatch the season, he wore the snowflake ones during summer, and now he’s wearing the halloween ones in winter?

the shirt itself is also mundanely mysterious. nobody can really place the logo on it, and he doesn’t really remember where he got it from either. it doesn’t bother him too much until it’s pointed out to him

[river-blue]

RUSAME HEDCANONS🇺🇲🇷🇺

- Their relationship was a slow burn of them having to be civil towards eachother for the sake of everyone around them, slowly realizing they have things in common, slowly starting to hangout more on their own accord, realizing they may have more than platonic feelings for eachother (they were attracted to eachother for a while, they just thought it was hatred). The confession would be less of a confession and more of a boiling point where they both act on their feelings

- I think Russia actually would have realized his feelings first, he would just deny them for longer (internalized homophobia :/)

- Even after they act on their feelings, they wouldn't immediately be official, but they would get more flirtatious (really just America would be more flirtatious and Russia would tolerate it more). They would start going to eachother's houses more, not really going past making out or anything though.

- the way they become official is a casual conversion of America just being like "I actually really like you. So to be clear, you are my boyfriend." And Russia's just like "okay. Don't think that's how you're supposed to ask but. Okay."

- Also, I rly don't like when people make America in in the ship like uwu soft gay twink bottom...like that's just...not it. First off, if either of them are actually gay gay, it's Russia. Bro has never enjoyed a tit in his life. Secondly, they're both extremely strong, scary ass world superpowers (which is also partially why I think they work, they're on equal footing), neither of them are super submissive or twinks

- I think in the early stages of their relationship they were really bad at expressing their love through words, especially Russia. So, physical affection became more important to them. They would slowly improve on this, especially after they exchanged their first "I love you"s, but they're still much better with actions than words (they're also both touch starved so)

- !TW for references to sex! Listen, honestly this topic kinda makes me uncomfy but I do wanna share my headcanons...I said before I don’t view either of them as very submissive, this is true in general and in bed. They both view themselves as very dominant and act try to act that way. At the end of the day tho...not to get to graphic but, one of them has to take and it is America (usually). But he's like, very annoying about it, and still tries to be in charge. Also the reason it is America is in large part becuase Russia still has issues with his sexuality so Russia (usually) is more uncomfortable being in the other position. Okay back to our regularly scheduled program

- I actually don't have anything more rn, might add more later

[castlebyersafterdark]

Chiming in—I am a woman and I sleep naked. Have for years. Once you start you realize how uncomfy sleeping in anything is, unless it’s middle of the winter and fucking freezing or something

Thank you for the perspective!!! I'm sure it's as equally popular with all genders too, it's honestly so much nicer. I just really hate the feeling of being all tangled up in clothing under the covers, blehhhhh. No way. And I'd much rather throw on extra blankets than pajamas if it's cold.

I actually have a little scene about this very thing in my wip about following the beginning few weeks of Mike and Will getting together while Will is staying at the Wheelers. And when they do get together and decide to start sharing the bed, one night early on Mike asks Will if he always wears his full pajamas to bed and Will says typically. And Mike's like "you're insane, you gotta try the other way because listen, it's been hell sharing the room for so many reasons and I wanted to be polite but I really miss sleeping naked." And that just. Breaks Will's poor little mind haha. And then the story moves forward... as you can expect...

[comphet-critical]

I am so confused after a year of questioning myself from the masterdoc. Some background info about me:

-I liked guys since I was a little Girl, got bfs, crushes and kissed guys already from age 6. I didnt find it gross and liked kissing with guys.

-at 11 I started to develop celebrity crushes, I would daydream scenarios where I would daydream about laying in bed, kissing, petting and dating male celebrities and later real guys

- at 13 I had a kiss with my guys bestfriend I got a crush on him after

-I spent alot of times thinking about guys, daydreaming of marriage, kids and etc.

-when I liked a guy, I would talk about him all the time, I found myself giggly, happy, excited and nervous to be around Them. I would do my best to look attractive and just a small interaction with Them could give me a happy State of mind.

- I remember a guy I liked who touched my and my heart melted- it felt like a electrical shock through my veins.

-Sometimes I would feel uncomfiable if some guys liked me back, But I had a very low self esteem and social anxiety at that point so I guess Maybe that is Also why.

- I used to read alot of self-insert fanfics with good looking celebrities I liked to imagine How it would be to like date them and be with them.

-I had a lot of fantasies about guys I liked would lay in bed with me, kiss me on my neck, touch me some sensual places and it used to give me shivers in a good way and a happy feeling.

Sorry for TMI:

- I havent had a lot of sexual fantasies about guys, But they have happened, when I have seen a hot guy in TV , I could get an urge to touch myself and get wet. Or I would sext with a guy and like to fantasize about What he would do to me. When I like a guy alot I have had sometimes an urge to masturbate thinking about him. With porn the older I got the more I started to masturbate to male solos, like moaning of men and their facial expressions. Sometimes I would Watch a hetero porn scene and get turned on because the guy was handsome and behaving sexy and wanted to be touched etc by that specific guy, that would make me masturbate to the thought.

- I am in a relationship with a guy and now the problem comes to surface which made me doubt: The first year; I was really really in love, I wanted to talk 24/7, I smiled non stop, I wanted to make out/and touch all the time. A touch, a kiss, flirting, giving bj/handjob or pleasing him would turn me on. I would crave it. Especially getting head or some positions during sex would turn me on alot, like seeing his face, or his body move. We have had sex around 200-300 times (we are at our 2 year now) However, now I feel like my attraction to him and men are equal to zero after Reading the masterdoc and questioning my reality. It feels empty and depressing that if my feelings/attractions to guys were not real. With women I have never had a crush, never had feelings, never really been attracted to people of the same sex I knew irl, never had the urge to kiss a Girl. (i have done it and I wasnt fan.) But most of my sexual fantasies/porn has been around women from porn. Now it feels like I am only attracted to women which freak me out, if that means I am a lesbian now.

The thing that Also scares me is; the female form arouses me more, while with men it is mostly face, beard, hands, voice and some forms, and mostly actions that turns me on. Like with my bf I used to feel very wet kissing him/touching his dick and during sex I wanted to feel him so much close and when he was naked I could feel my vagina get wet. Now I feel like was my sexual attraction to men never real was it all fake? Was it comphet? It is stressing. I had phases where I would only Watch gay porn, masturbate to guys male solos. Also I am rarely attracted to guys normally, I think I am mostly attracted to guys with Brown/ Dark hair, blue/Dark eye color, beard, hair on chest, broad shoulders and a deep voice.

Everytime, i try to accept I am lesbian I get anxiety and feel empty; Like I would miss guys somehow. Like when I try to Tell my self I never have to kiss or being sexual with a guy again my brain answers; ‘never? You mean that’?

Am I just lesbian now when my attraction to men is Almost zero?

Ps.

I have severe depression and ocd which has Maybe been the reason why my attraction to men is zero now after Reading the masterdoc and questioning my reality for a year 24/7.

you’re not a lesbian, you’re bisexual.

that master doc will resonate with every woman even extremely straight ones because it’s a vague document created by a bisexual teenager that’s based on a concept created by a bisexual “political lesbian”

it’s not real

[pizzapizzadickz]

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[hugheshugs]

for hockey | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

summary: when your brother and dad are out for practice, you're met with unexpected company in your house.

contains/tw: dbf!thomas, dad!brendan, major age gap !!, descriptions of fear/a meltdown, intruders, injury, mentions separated parents.

pairing: dbf!thomas x reader

word count: 1.1k

note: i know this wont sit right with some people (the pairing), with the reader being so young and bordy being like 20 years older, so please dont read it if you're one of those people. this is purely FICTION. nothing really happens in this part bc its like an intro to the AU but i didnt tag my taglist bc i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy <3

ever since you were little, it was apparent that your dad favoured your older brother. and after your mom left, it had almost become neglecting. what bothered you was that he didn't even know what he was doing.

he was just so invested in helping hunter with his nhl career that he'd forgotten about his little girl. having to take on the role of being both a father and a mother to his kids, he couldn't seem to give them equal amounts of parenting.

but no matter how many years went by, you'd never blame him. you set the blame upon your dead beat mother instead.

you were laying in your room when you heard a voice echoing through the house. not thinking much of it, you waited for one of the boys to shout for you like they always do when they remember you're home.

this time, however, they took too long. you began to grow suspicious because the time frame in which they normally call for you had passed. with a sigh, you pushed yourself out of bed, still dressed in your pyjamas as you made your way downstairs.

you could see the entrance as you stood on the final few steps of the staircase. one thing you couldn't see were the shoes they wore to practice everyday. taking a deep breath, you were stuck on what to do. someone was in your house and you were all alone.

your phone was up in your room which meant you'd have to walk all the way back just to grab it. but maybe there was no one here. maybe you'd just been hearing things— you shook your head as you heard the sound of footsteps. you were frozen in place, your heart practically leaping out of your chest as they got closer.

"hello?" the voice called out.

you brought a shakey hand up to your mouth as tears rapidly welled up in your eyes. you were frozen in place. no matter how much you wanted to run—you couldn't. no one should be in your house. no one else had a key other than the three of you.

the man's feet approached the staircase from your right. you could see him walking towards you with your peripheral vision. as he caught sight of you, now standing at the foot of the staircase, you both let out a loud scream.

"please don't hurt me!" you exclaimed, scrambling to run upstairs. your foot got caught and you fell, taking a blow to your cheek.

"no, no, i'd never hurt you!" the man shook his head, arms reaching out instinctively. you only looked back at him and crawled further up, away from him with trembling breaths. "what are you doing here?"

"wha— i-i live here. why are you here? what do you want from us?" you asked, voice thick with fear.

your questions went in one ear and out the other for a couple moments as he took in the situation. he recognized the worry and anxiety on your face, and his heart ached. he didn't know who you were but your eyes looked so familiar, and as far as he knew, no one was supposed to be home.

"i— this is my friend's house," he replied softly, hoping not to scare you any further. you swallowed the lump in your throat, the beat in your chest telling you not to trust the stranger.

you sniffled, finally turning your body towards him. "y-your friend?"

he winced at the gash on your face, watching as you tilted your head in confusion while sitting on the step.

"brendan," he let out a breath. "briss— brisson, brendan brisson."

"my dad?" you asked quietly, using the back of your hand to wipe the tears off your face. humiliation instantly seeped through your veins and all you could hope was that this man wasn't important.

"you— he has a daughter?" he asked a bit shocked. never once had his friend mentioned anything about having a girl. he only knew about hunter.

"i've known him for ages. he let me, um, he gave me a key this morning," he tried to explain. "i was just here to grab some more equipment. you know, for hockey."

"right," your bottom lip wobbled. "for hockey.. my name's y/n."

"thomas. nice to meet you."

--

"y/n! it's dinner time," brendan shouted from the foot of the stairs.

he heard a faint 'i'm coming!' before walking back to the dinner table where hunter sat. they hadn't seen you all day, seeing as you were hiding the injury on your face. you'd tried covering it up with some makeup but it was a pathetic attempt.

"tomorrow we're going to work on your shot.." you heard your dad speaking as you walked towards them.

you took a seat with your head down, holding the right side of your face in the palm of your hand. to anyone it would look like you were fine, perching an elbow onto the table to make it believable.

"hey, sweetheart. we haven't seen you all day, where were you?" brendan asked you before taking a bite of whatever healthy dinner he'd made for tonight.

"oh, you know.. just studying," you shrugged, looking down at your plate. a layer of salad with a fat slab of roasted chicken breast on top. yum.

"that's my girl. now c'mon, eat up and get some rest. it's been a late night."

you nodded, picking up your fork in your left hand. hunter furrowed his eyebrows from his seat across the table. "what are you doing?"

"what do you mean?" you asked, feigning innocence.

he gave you a are you serious look. "left hand. really?"

"i-i wanna try something new," you told him. "i wanna be ambidextrous. any problem with that?"

"weirdo," he scoffed, leaving you alone.

your dad silently watched from beside you, judging as you struggled to pick up the salad.

"y/n, for the love of god, please use your other hand. this is brutal to watch," he practically begged after a couple moments.

hunter snickered. "yeah, y/n. for the love of god."

"no, i'm good," you shook your head, slowly balancing the lettuce on your fork as you brought it to your mouth. you were just millimeters away before it fell onto your lap.

"y/n—"

"it's okay! i'll just try again," you insisted.

"one more time. if you don't get it in your mouth this time, you're using your right hand," brendan finalized.

"don't worry, dad. i got this," you muttered before stabbing one end of the chicken and bringing it up to your mouth. you tilted your head up to take a bite out of it, the other two watching in both distgust and awe.

"see," you replied with a mouthful. "i did it."

--

next part ->

[sakumasmut]

OK hear me out on this one. kinda abo au (??) but not really i have no clue- just imagine ritsu sorta going into this period once a year where he grows cat ears a cat tail, and just generally acts a lot like one. fem!reader is asked to take care of him during this time, since in this cycle he becomes super submissive and needs a mate to take care of him. so that leads to reader giving in to his needs (i’d imagine she’d give him head or something) and it works out perfectly because during his cycle of being partly a cat, his dick isn’t particularly that big, for the sole purpose of pleasuring him (perfect for sucking)! after climaxing just once, he returns to his normal self. he asks reader to go for another round, where this time he suggests dom-ing her and obviously she laughs and thinks he’s joking after just sucking his small cock. but little does she know that his size doubled and could satisfy all her needs! she looks down to see that his cock has grown and shes like “o.O can i even take that..” so then he fucks her and this is where the breeding kink and size kink comes in :)) after a few rounds reader’s belly is bulging with cum and she’s so satisfied but so tired.. and ritsu is just like “do you think my dick is small now? :)” and i think this whole situation would just be pretty ironic but fluffy in the end since ritsu has claimed reader as his mate and future mother of his children :) oh and second person pov would be great hehe.. thanks!

if any part of this is too uncomfy and/or confusing please feel free to ignore it!!

I’m getting thru requests kinda slowly but I’m getting through them!! this was a funny idea ty anon

Catboy!Ritsu Sakuma x F!Reader

tags/warnings: catboys, body transformations, vaginal sex, clothed sex, breeding, cum inflation, blowjobs, spiked dick, size kink, creampie

Edit: completely forgot the ao3 link!

Whatever you were expecting to see today, this certainly wasn’t up there.

Ritsu was curled up in his bed, which was relatively normal. What definitely wasn’t was the long, black furry tail swishing around in midair, an equally surprising pair of pointy black ears poking out from the top of his head.

Was this another side effect of his vampirism? No, it couldn’t possibly be! You certainly hadn’t heard of it before. As you tried to rack your brain for a somewhat logical explanation, Ritsu’s eyes fluttered open. He yawned loudly, stretching his limbs out like a cat and purring the whole time. You couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked, alerting him to your presence.

“Ah, /name/.” Ritsu sleepily called out to you. “Are you here to help me?”

“I think so? I didn’t hear any specifics, just that you needed someone to come by.”

He let out another yawn, and you took a seat on the bed, wondering just how he had suddenly grown cat-like features. You always thought his feline resemblances were behavioral, not physical. He rubbed his face against your neck, purring happily.

“So, uh, you’re a cat.”

“Mhm, it’s hard to explain. I’m real needy this time of the year…”

“You’re always needy.”

“That’s different.” Ritsu pouted. “I just become like this sometimes…basically, I need a mate.”

You choked on thin air. Surely you misheard?

“What?”

“I need to get off, and this form helps me do that. That’s where you come in.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. You definitely weren’t against the idea. Ritsu was handsome, and you had gotten quite close to him. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about fucking him, you just expected it to be under…extremely different circumstances. Maybe a dinner date out first, a bit of casual flirting. Not cat ears and a tail, though he admittedly looked adorable with them.

“Please, /name/?”

“Well, sure. If it’s going to help.” You shrugged. He let out a pleased chirp and licked your face affectionately, though all it did was make you scrunch your face up. Ritsu messed with his pants, unbuttoning them slowly while you waited patiently. His tail was swishing the whole time, his ears also moving on their own. You curiously reached out to pet him between the ears, and Ritsu let out a small “Mmmrph.” sound before rubbing his head against your hand.

“Aww, do you like that little Ritsu?”

He purred happily. The situation was still odd, but you could get used to Ritsu acting like this. One tug of his pants and boxers later, his erection finally sprung up from its confines. Penile spines covered his, admittedly, small cock. You weren’t going to insult him though, it wasn’t like you wanted a challenge. It was a bright red, and twitched slightly when you brought your face near it. He lay down on the bed and got comfy as you positioned your mouth above his cock.

You pressed a few kisses to his balls, trailing your lips upwards. He purred all the while, the vibrations from his throat filling the air. Ritsu only got louder when you gave his member a small lick, a deep moan resonating in your ears. You were glad you were doing well so far. As your lips brushed past the small spines of his length with each kiss, you finally got to his leaking tip. You wondered how he would react to you sucking him off, and opened your mouth to find out.

You easily took his petite cock in, bobbing your head up and down to ease the rest of his member into your mouth. Ritsu let out a mix of a purr and a moan at the feeling, his cock twitching inside you. The spines on his cock brushed against your throat with each movement of your head. They weren’t sharp enough to hurt, but they rubbed against your throat just right to stimulate your body into giving you pleasure too. Ritsu mewled and clawed at the bedsheets, scratching them and nearly tearing through the fabric. You rubbed your thighs together, his sweet moans starting to arouse you too.

“/N-Name/, I’m gonna…” Ritsu moaned loudly, shuddering as he came in your mouth with little warning. You swallowed his load as it shot out, the salty taste lingering even after you gulped the last drop and popped his cock out of your mouth. Ritsu breathed heavily, still laying down on the bed with his limbs spread out.

“Are you alright?” You asked, leaning over to look at him. His eyes remained shut, and his expression was one of pure bliss.

“Mhm, never better.”

You blinked rapidly, and your mouth went agape. His tail and feline ears had suddenly disappeared, before you even noticed they were gone. You weren’t imagining those, were you?

“/Name/…” Ritsu purred, opening his eyes back up and staring at you. He sat up, wrapping his arms around your neck. “You’ve got me all worked up. I wanna go another round.”

“Ritsu, c’mon. You wouldn’t last very long.” You chuckled, and you felt his glare on you. Suddenly you were pushed down onto the bed, Ritsu eagerly leaping onto you. You protested of course—as much as you liked sex, you had a lot more questions to ask to the point you were willing to wait for it, but then you looked down and your heart jumped. His member, which had snugly fit in your mouth mere moments ago, was a lot larger, and very much so erect. It also lacked the spines that covered it earlier, but it more than made up for it in sheer girth.

“W-When did you dick get so…”

“Hrm? It’s always been like that.” He had a smug look on his face. “Did it seem small to you before?”

You felt a blush creep up on you, making you stammer. Ritsu flipped your skirt up and pressed a hand firmly against your crotch, thumbing the area where your clit was. You let out a quiet moan while his fingers rubbed against your clothed folds, your juices already soaking your underwear.

“/Name/, you’re so mean. Saying I wouldn’t last long when you’re already like this yourself.”

Ritsu pulled your panties aside, revealing your dripping slit to him. He licked his lips, eyes growing dark with lust.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good too.”

Your legs were pushed against the bed as Ritsu positioned himself above you. He didn’t bother removing any of your clothes, rubbing his throbbing erection to full mast and pressing the tip to your awaiting cunt. Despite feeling in control mere moments ago, you felt yourself quickly submit to his sudden initiative. He easily pushed the head of his cock past your folds thanks to how wet you were, combined with your saliva still coating his member. You felt your head spin as he molded your walls to take in his large cock, parting them until he was bottoming out inside you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was sliding out of you, plunging back in without warning a second later.

Your pathetic moans filled the air as Ritsu thrusted into you, his balls slapping against your skin each time he pushed himself in. He was much larger than you had expected, stretching your very being to accomodate for him. His pretty face was focused on your body, watching how your breasts moved with his thrusts, and how you let out a tiny yelp each time he pressed against your cervix. You felt so filled with him inside you, and you needed to experience that feeling over and over again.

Ritsu paused, pulling out of you entirely before flipping you over onto your hands and knees. You whined, confused at the change in position, before he spread your legs apart with his own and mounted you like a bitch in heat, immediately resuming his pace. The new angle let him hit new parts of you, eliciting more whines as he made you moan like never before.

“/Name/…” He purred into your ear, nipping the edge of it. “You take me so well. I’m gonna cum inside you, okay? Let’s have lots of kittens together.”

“Yes!” You mewled, clawing at the sheets. “Give me your seed!”

“I will.” He chuckled. “Gonna give you every last drop.”

His weight pressed down on your back, locking you in place as his movements grew frantic. You also began to shake, your climax rapidly approaching. Ritsu’s breathing quickened as he gripped your hips, making you meet his thrusts.

“Be a good girl and milk my cock, /name/.”

“R-Ritsu!” You cried out, top half collapsing onto the pillows as your orgasm washed over you.

You felt him jerk his hips forward, and he shuddered and tightened his grip on you before pumping his litter into you. The warm feeling of his cum flooding your walls made another muffled moan escape you. All his sperm was going straight into you, no doubt trying to find an egg to fertilize. Your stomach bulged from the sheer amount he had left inside your womb. It felt absolutely overflowing, you’d be surprised if you didn’t get pregnant from all of it.

“Good mate.” Ritsu chirped happily, kissing the top of your head while still inside you. “Haven’t been that satisfied in a while.”

He waited another minute before pulling out, your body immediately collapsing onto the bed from exhaustion. His milky white cum spilled out of your hole and onto the sheets. Ritsu pouted, and used his fingers to try and push it back into you, making you whine softly.

“Ah, what a waste…” He frowned, grabbing your hips and positioning himself back on top of you.

“R-Ritsu?”

“I need to make sure you take, so let’s do it again.”

Before you could protest, he slid himself back into you, stopping more of his seed from escaping and filling you up once more. You felt him harden inside you, and realized he was going to breed you for a little while longer.

Well, you weren’t going to complain.

[ruvatia]

Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>

<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>

<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[rreyie]

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙞- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you’ve been teasing colt all day in a nice white bikini you were wearing, and when he has a certain kind of dream about it, you decide to help him out.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! wet dreams, boners, nipple play, creampie, blowjob, some edging, unedited work

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: colt grice, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: sorry i didn’t post yesterday, this took a VERY long time to write, but it was def one of my faves so far, anyways, where are all of my colt simps at 😩🛐🤌

DISCLAIMER: okay okay please just know that i don’t have strong feelings about gabi in any way, i don’t dislike her and she isn’t my fav! i’m saying this so that nobody comes for my throat!!

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“are we there yet? i’ve gotta pee really bad!”

falco complained as you and your fellow friends were all compacted in porco’s old car, and were driving down to the lake house that colts family owned. reiner plugged his ears, clearly agitated by falco’s nonstop complaints. porco and reiner sat up front, pieck, gabi and falco in the middle, and you and colt in the back.

“a few more minutes, falco. then we’ll be there”, colt responded. you looked out your window, taking in the beautiful summertime scenery. colt had an arm wrapped around you as you rested on his side, making you feel safe and secure.

“falco, stop complaining!” gabi whined. “you’ve asked that question like fifteen times!”

gabi and falco continued their bickering as you let out a sigh, colt quietly giggling at their antics.

porco made a turn. “this the street, colt?”

“yup. should be down here”, colt replied. “the big log cabin with the giant window above the front door.”

you pulled into the driveway of the lake house, and looked in awe at the grand house sitting in front of you. everyone seemed equally shocked.

“everyone get your own bags, i’m tired”, porco said, shutting the door of the drivers seat. he headed to the front door.

you went to the trunk of the car and attempted to find your suitcase, only to find that colt had already gotten it and taken it out for you. pieck grabbed her duffel bag, and you helped falco carry his backpack.

“thank you so much for helping falco out, y/n”, colt says. “i really appreciate it. you’re like a parent to him.”

it’s true. you loved falco as a little brother almost, and you and colt were beginning to feel like parents to him.

colt unlocked the door to the house, and everyone gathered inside. you all stared in awe, observing the large house. it was decorated nicely, old paintings hanging on the walls and a brick fireplace sitting there unlit.

“there’s five bedrooms in here. me and y/n will take the master bedroom, you all find your own rooms”, colt says as he begins to walk up the winding staircase that lead to the upstairs. porco and reiner raced upstairs after, followed by pieck and falco. you followed colt up, as he lead you to a large bedroom.

“well, this is it!” he puts all the bags down with a thud, and sits on the bed.

“thanks for bringing us all here, colt”, you say lovingly, as you sit on his lap and kiss his chapped lips. his cheeks light up in a pretty shade of red.

“i’ve wanted to bring you here since we started dating”, colt says. “i wish it was just the two of us here, but then falco mentioned to the others that we were going... now we’re all here.”

“why would you want it to be just us?” you ask colt.

if his cheeks weren’t red before, they surely are now. “n-no reason!” he stammers. he flashes you a nervous grin.

you hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and you quickly get off of colts lap, to save the embarrassment of being seen in such a suggestive pose. you see falco poke his head into the doorway shyly.

“colt, are we gonna go swimming?” he asks.

“sure, why not? get your bathing suit on, tell everyone that we’re gonna go out to the lake if they want to tag along”, colt smiles. falco runs out of the room, yelling at everyone to get their bathing suits on.

you get off the bed and open your suitcase, looking through the stash of clothes you brought along with you. you take out two swimsuits, one was a blue one-piece and another was a white bikini, which was a little bit revealing.

“hey colt, which one should i wear?” you ask him, holding up both of your swimsuits.

colts mind is immediately corrupted with dirty thoughts of seeing you in that white bikini. he gulps and tries to push those thoughts aside. “the white one is pretty”, he says.

“okay! i’ll be in the bathroom changing, you can change in here. call me if you need anything!” you walk into the bathroom and close the door.

colt slips on a pair of swim trunks, which were orange with black stripes running down the sides. you enter the room again, and showcase your swimsuit to colt.

the bikini looks amazing on you, flaunting your curves and making your breasts look rounded. you notice colt practically drooling at the sight of you.

you make your way down to the back door, colt following behind you. he was purposely staying behind you because he liked the way the bikini made your ass look. he felt dirty watching your ass, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

at the door was porco in black swim trunks, reiner in army green swim trunks, pieck in a black and red bikini, and falco in neon green and blue swim trunks and a matching swim shirt, accompanied by some goggles. gabi stood next to him wearing a purple one-piece.

“wow y/n, you look so pretty!” pieck squealed.

“thank you!” you reply. “i should be the only complimenting you, you literally look ethereal right now!” pieck beamed at the compliment.

you all made your way to the lake that was behind the house. porco was bringing some blow up tubes, reiner brought a few beers and pieck was carrying some towels. you felt the grass turn into sand as your feet sunk into the fine grains. you set some chairs up, and porco inflates the tubes. reiner cracked a beer open. “hey colt, want one?”

before he could say yes, you flash him a warning glare, aware of his sensitivity to alcohol. one time, at a party the two of you were at, colt had gotten drunk and was violently vomiting into the toilet. you had to take him home early, and tuck him into bed. while yes, it was cute, you didn’t like seeing him getting sick.

“i’m gonna have to pass”, colt says hesitantly, as reiner sips his beer and shrugs.

you catch a glimpse of porco out in the lake floating on a green tube, soaking up the sun. reiner grabs a tube and heads to the water, motioning for the two of you to join him.

“we’ll be there in a minute”, colt says. “just gonna warm up to the water.”

you put a foot into the water, trying to get a feel of how cold the water was going to be. to your surprise, the water was perfect. you and colt grip each other’s hands as you make your way into the water. you kept going deeper and deeper into the water, until it was up to your chest. you doggy paddle around feeling the water against your nearly bare body, and then try to float on your back.

“the weather for swimming is perfect today!” you exclaim, floating on the surface of the water.

“yeah it sure is- hey, look over there!” colt shouts. as you avert your gaze, he pushes you underwater, the lake engulfing you whole. you can her him laughing as you push yourself back up.

“colt!” you yell jokingly, and giggle at his antics. colt laughs with you, and picks you up, swinging you around him. you finally meet your lips with his, and share a kiss. you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face into his bare shoulder.

you both stay there for a few moments, until you hear the voices of porco and reiner laughing in the distance.

“hey lovebirds, you mind?” reiner yells at you two, clearly uncomfy. “there’s other people here, save your kissy and cuddly stuff for the bedroom!”

“shut up reiner, you’re just mad you’ve never had a girlfriend!” colt shouts. reiners face turns away from you two as porco tries to contain his laughter.

later on, you make your way back up to the beach, and spot pieck sunbathing while keeping an eye on gabi and falco, who were building sandcastles. pieck looks up at you, and gives you a warm smile.

“hello y/n, hello colt!” she says. she didn’t seem to get tan much, for her skin was still pale. a fashion magazine was laying beside her.

“hey pieck. how’s falco and gabi doing? have they been good?” colt asks, as falco turns his attention to him upon hearing his name.

“they’ve just been building a sandcastle for the past hour”, she replies. “gabi is apparently creating an army of soldiers to occupy falcos castle.”

colt is visibly puzzled, but he nods. “well, we’re gonna have dinner soon. sunset is just around the corner. i’ll get the grill fired up and we’ll all meet in an hour for dinner.”

an hour passes, and you assist colt with getting dinner ready. he throws various meats on the grill as you start chopping veggies for a salad. everyone gathers at a table on the patio outside and eats. you’re still in what white bikini from earlier, and you seem to attract a lot of attention from everyone, especially colt.

after all of you stuffing your faces with dinner, you all say your good nights and head upstairs. before you climb into bed, you close the door to your shared bedroom, and lock it. (or so you thought you did.) you begin to slip off your white bikini, undoing the straps delicately, and sliding it off of your body.

the doorknob clicks, and the door swings open. colts face immediately turns an unnatural shade of red upon seeing you bare, and you’re quick to cover your chest and whats laying between your legs.

colt immediately sheilds his eyes, apologizing profusely as he backs out the door. he shuts the door as you uncover and change into your robe. you open up the door again and tuck yourself into bed and wait for colt, a book in hand.

you hear a knock on the door, replying with a simple “come in”. in comes a (still) embarrassed colt, rubbing the back of his head. he was dressed only in his boxers, holding the rest of his clothes in his arm, and puts them by the door.

“l-look y/n i’m sorry about what just happened-“

“colt, it’s fine”, you reply. “we’re together, seeing me naked shouldn’t be that alarming to you.” you scooch over, creating a spot for colt to lay on the bed, and he jumps in with you, pulling the blanket over him. he kisses your cheek.

“well, goodnight. sleep tight, my love”, he whispers in your ear. you kiss him back, and shut your book, placing it on your nightstand. he wraps an arm around your waist, and you close your eyes, soon trailing off to sleep.

you wake up hearing colt grunt loudly, and read the clock on your nightstand. it read 12:30 am.

your eyes open sleepily as you feel your boyfriend squirm a little bit in his sleep, and hear him groan again.

“y/n... just like that...ngh~”

your eyes widen as you feel something poke against your butt, as colts print begins to show. you’re conflicted at what to do, to let him sleep or to wake him up and help him with his dream.

his noises begin to get louder, and his cock harder as a few minutes pass. he begins to grind his hips against you, a growing, throbbing heat forming in between your legs. you wanted him so badly, and chances are, he probably wanted you as bad. you took into consideration how he was looking at you today while you were in your swimsuit.

you turned over so your face met his, and gently shook him. his eyes slowly opened, meeting yours.

“oh- oh hi y/n”, colt said, a rasp in his voice. “what’s wrong?”

you look down, your eyes making contact with his growing bulge. he’s clearly humiliated at the fact that you felt him grinding against you and that you heard him moaning in his sleep.

“tell me, what were you dreaming about?” you ask smugly.

“well...uh...” colt began. “it’s kind of weird, if you really want to know though-“

“no, tell me baby”, you reply, beginning to palm him through his boxers. he whimpered, feeling sensitive to the stimulation you were providing him.

“um... i was, you know, having sex with you”, he stammers. “and i was face- fucking you... with that damn white bikini on-“

“would you like me to help your dreams become reality?” you ask, kissing his cheek softly. colts cheeks turn pink, shocked at your offer. you feel his cock twitch, hungry for you.

“can you?” he asks meekly. he sits up, and you waste no time tearing the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock, sore with desire. the tip was red, a bead of pre-cum forming at the very center. you undo your robe, and take it off of you revealing your chest and nether parts. before colt had time to praise you for your stunning looks, you take his dick into your mouth licking his tip and running your slick tongue along the side of his shaft. he lets out a moan so loud that he has to cover his mouth.

“shhhh baby, gotta be quiet so we don’t traumatize anyone here”, you giggle, and continue your work. you keep doing the same motions, not fully putting in his cock yet. colt became increasingly sensitive, gasping at every little thing you did.

after all the teasing you did to him, you finally let his cock enter your mouth, sucking on his warm shaft. he let out a groan, and thrusted into your mouth.

you sucked, licked and spat on him until eventually, his breathing began to pick up, and he pushed your head away.

“we’re gonna do the actual thing, right?” he asked, a drop of sweat on his forehead. “i’ll save myself.”

you nod, and flop onto your back. colt gets on top of you, and moves his mouth to your sensitive chest. he latches on to your nipple, and begins to suck at your tender flesh. a moan slips out of your mouth as the heat between your legs was beginning to get impatiently hungry. colt looks up at you with content eyes, his hazel orbs staring into your own. you’re getting wet from nipple simulation alone.

“c-colt... p-please...” you whisper, overwhelmed by your emotions.

colt removes his mouth from your breast. “okay. just tell me if i’m being too rough. i don’t wanna hurt you.”

he took hold of his cock, painfully throbbing, and placed it on your entrance, teasing you. you whimpered at the feeling.

“ready?” colt growls. you nod your head in approval, and feel something begin to fill you up. colt throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as you clenched around him.

after adjusting to his length, he begins to move his hips, using your saliva from earlier as a natural lubricant. be begins to pant, craving some sort of release.

he doesn’t last long, due to the stimulation of you giving him a blowjob, since he was highly sensitive.

“oh-oh god, y/n...” colt moans. “i’m gonna cum, do i p-pull out?”

“no, just g-go inside- ah!” you stammer, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you. colts thrusts get faster upon him noticing you’re close. the beg begins to violently shake, the weak boards creaking beneath the two of you.

“colt! a-ahh!” you moan, as your walls clench one last time, and feel your nether walls become soaked. not too long later, colts thrusts become sloppy.

“ngh- i’m- im-“ before colt could finish his sentence, his white, sticky cum fills your insides, making you feel warm inside. as you lay there, pussy still leaking with both of your juices combined, colt lays on top of you and lays his head on your shoulder, his bare chest rising and falling against you. you run your fingers through his short hair, placing kisses on his neck.

“that was incredible...” colt whispers. you feel his hot breath warm your shoulder up. he kisses your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.

“it really was”, you respond, out of breath.

for the rest of the night, you two cuddled and embraced each other, thankful for the experience you two shared.

the next morning, when you two came down, it was a little later than you would have liked to get up at. everyone shot you both some weird looks.

“why do you all look so mad?” colt asked, grabbing a cup of coffee.

reiner sighs. “the walls are thin, colt. very, very thin.”

you and colt exchange nervous glances. perhaps getting freaky on a vacation wasn’t a good idea.

[modx-reborn]

Always on Call Pt.1

The first part of my SW fic, there will be multipul chapters with different characters each time.

Just a note, if depections of Sex work or Sex work themes are uncomfy for you please stear clear, also this is written with insite from my personal interactions and professional backround in Sex work.

Up first is our warden and his first time behind these club doors!

Light Smut ahead. Minors DNI

It started back under Schlatt’s rule, the club started as a quick way for people to make more money now that taxes were being imposed on people, based simply on how well you behaved, and yet even now that the horrid ram hybrid was long gone the club still stands.

Hidden away from the new government’s eyes, a door tucked away only used by the regulars that still want what is offered or someone who managed to stumble upon it and becomes enamoured with the secret life that they can live inside these walls.

Customers come and go some nights not finding what they are looking for and other nights it’s back to back bookings, different faces and different needs all blending together into one another. Yet here you are again, walking through those doors once more, the kind woman behind the desk clears you through the worker’s door and into the back room, with a quick note that someone is waiting to meet you.

Chatter and laughter mix all around, floor workers telling tales about that last client or some of the older faces sit close talking about old regulars.

You may not have been around as long as the girl who whispers to whoever will listen about the man who used to come in, smelling of ash and gunpowder, but most of the good clients know your face but tonight was something different, a new person had asked for you.

New clients were rare, and ones asking after you more so as your shifts are more scattered, something like a special treat than a regular who has set days.

But tonight was simple an intro and then if all goes well, a booking no longer than 45mins for a first encounter, and maybe even a new face to add to the regulars that come for you.  Getting ready is simple, a black bodysuit under a too-short skirt, something that is easy to get in and out of but still nice enough to draw the eye.

Tucked away behind a set of dark curtains sits the new client, the club’s soul fire lanterns cast interesting shadows against green skin and gold adornments, seeing a hybrid in a crown is more common than you would think but the equally as gold rebreather that frame sharp green eyes is new.

“So I finally have a face to the name dream has spoken about, I’m Sam, please sit,”

The intro is pleasant enough, all his questions are clear and concise ‘What services do you provide?’, 'What is extra?’, 'Is there any things that you offer that is not available today?’, and the drawl as he speaks definitely makes the experience even better.  

Leading him to the desk after is easy and getting him into the room even easier, leaving him to shower, as once you were back in the room it was playtime.

You took a breath, your goal here was to make him feel good like he expected, getting to enjoy the dips and defined muscles that are now on display is a benefit on top of it all. Getting him to lay down was easy and all his questions made this easy.

All I had to do was show him the worship he asked for.

You rubbed his thighs, admiring the muscle and internally wondering what he must do to be so well built but needy enough to come to the club. Leaning up, you rest one hand above his shoulder while the other rests beside his torso. From there you leaned down, pressing kisses to his skin starting at his jaw and slowly moving downwards.

Each patch of deeper green freckles gets an extra pass, additional affection to what may be considered an othering feature.

Pressing closer another gold adornment is now clear to see, two small gold nipple piercings, quite the contrast to the light green of his chest. “An interesting choice for piercings Sam,” your tone teasing as gentle tweaks draw a quiet noise from him but nothing else.

It isn’t until your hands touch his thighs that he jumps, a small moan following right after. You wonder when he’d moved his hands, bunching the drop sheet instead of laying at his sides. You make to pull away, questions ready but he only raises his hips slightly “Keep going, please.”

He bucked his hips up into your touch when your hand brushed too close to his hips, his back arching “Don’t tease- mmph.” He bit his lip before he could say anymore, trying to hold back. His dick was painfully hard, twitching against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. You moved one of your hands to wrap around it, leaving the other to rest on his thigh.

Back arching, pushing himself further into your hand as he threw his head back “Oh fuck,” His hands tightly gripping the sheets after only having wrapped your hand around him had your thighs pressing together, stomach tightening as you moved your hand to the tip before dragging it down, his precum acting as a lubricant when you began to move your hand up and down.

He was panting now, flushed down to his neck as he still continued to grasp the sheets. His hips began to move faster than the pace you set, essentially fucking your hand as he moaned praises.

“S-so fucking good. Go-god, please don’t stop,”

Your own breathing was harsh and you’d say you were getting just as much pleasure out this as he was. He looked so good like this, it was a borderline power trip to see such a well build man crumble like this. Under all that gold and muscle was someone so needy.

But the thoughts of keeping him on edge whining out what he wants, in that drawl of his, endlessly begging as you edge him over and over again would have to be pushed aside, for now, this was about him.

You increased your pace, clenching your thighs to try and provide yourself with some relief in the meantime as he began to lose himself, one of his hands tightly gripping the sheet below him and the other grasping your shoulder as if you would pull away and leave him like that, restraint slowly lost as he began to fuck your hand harder, increasing the pace to match his thrusts as he finally let out a deep almost hissing gasp.

“Ahn, yes, yes yes, oh fuck!”  

His pace became erratic, a few more thrusts before his back arched off the bed. His legs trembled as he came with a drawn-out moan. You stroked him through it, slowing down with the aftershocks as it dripped over your hand, some even landing on his stomach as he rolled his hips into your hand a few more times before he sank bank into the mattress, a sigh leaving him as he relaxed.

“T-tell me if this is overstepping. But are you always on call? Cause if so, I will definitely be back,”

[theravenkin]

tell me about all the young dudes

uhhh?? um???

well. i guess if you are saying you haven't read it, then i highly suggest it, it was very very good

if you want headcanons and the like, i might have to scrounge around my aftg and trc trash to find them but i know they're there:

sirius and mary are really close friends even after they break up (they're actually closer after they break up) and they become a pair that's sort of complementary to sirius and james; they become like a power-friendship in a similar way to sirius and james, except the pranks are far more subtle, and they may have a lot more to do with setting people up without their knowing

in my little modern au (the one in my head <3) sirius and mary became tiktok famous together when they were dating by making thirst traps together (i mean. the bi panic those two would have caused, come on); but they still make content together after they break up, they do a lot of dances together and they're both too good at it. the rest of the gryffindors are looking respectfully

mary and remus are also very close, in a different way, but still very close. mary tries to get remus to talk about him and sirius, but he gets kinda uncomfy talking about that, so he usually directs the conversation to mary's love life instead. he enjoys listening and giving advice far more than he does talking about himself. he also likes being privy to information that only he, lily, and marlene know--mary doesn't confide in sirius like she does remus, and remus definitely takes pride in this. he loves when he and mary are sitting on his bed talking, and one of the other boys try the locked door, and remus gets to yell, "go away, we're having girl talk. leave." it bewilders the other boys and remus loves it.

also, remus and lily's friendship gives me life. lily doesn't gush about her and james, by any means (god she'd rather die) but she does let some things slip every once in a while. she'll accidentally comment on how james' hair looks that day, or imply that she has james' schedule memorized, and then clap her hand over her mouth as remus quirks an eyebrow. she'll threaten him within an inch of his life to pretend like it never happened, and he'll agree his lips are locked, but later he'll make a snarky little comment to james about something he couldve only heard from lily, and james will freeze like a deer in headlights (ha) and go bright red. i love the idea of remus teasing the boys with the information he gets from the girls and watching them squirm. i love my manipulative little man

i also love the idea of james starting to ask questions about queerness as sirius gets more comfortable in his. sirius will start letting his femininity show a little bit, and he'll have his masc days and his femme days, and james will start asking like, "so do you like boys more in some days and less on others?" and sirius will be like, "no, dimwit, i like boys equally every day. except when remus is pissing me off, then some days i swear off men altogether."

also, this isn't creative, it's something almost the whole fandom agrees on, but: genderfluid sirius. ugh. okay but also, genderfluid sirius with IMPECCABLE style. sirius making mary teach him how to do his makeup? stealing mary's makeup??? giving himself as many piercings as possible?? making every person at hogwarts question their sexuality? i live for it.

when sirius enters this era, mary brings a camera to hogwarts and she and sirius start taking pictures of the other posed like supermodels, dressed in their finest and wearing the outlandish, exotic makeup they see in the vogue issues mary brings from home. sirius is obsessed with the muggle idea of "modeling", that it's a whole career and you can make a fortune just from being pretty. "ugh, i'd make such a good muggle. shame."

anyway. yeah. i think those are all my atyd hcs for now, i'll think on it and find some more. thank you for the ask!!!!

[rouiyan]

𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘎𝘖𝘈𝘓 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

⧏ hyuck’s installment of the keep your cool collective ⧐

synopsis: you’ve decided that the boy in ‘66’ is yours.

✧ ice hockey player!hyuck x (fem.) reader x ice hockey player!jeno + best friend!renjun

✧ genres : fluff, minor angst ✧ word count : 2.3k ✧ disclaimer : swearing

✧ author’s note — finally my brain had the gall to pull through with this idea but i'm left with the realization that all my hyuck fics are just him simping for u.

hyuck internally sighs, his head ringing and ankles sore, as the buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the third round. he’s almost elated, even though he’s sure his team hasn’t won, by just the fact that the game is over. hyuck is by no means sick of ice hockey but lately, the mere idea of it drives him into exhaustion. as he turns to expect the disappointed stare of his coach, he’s surprised when he’s met with a halfhearted smirk. weird, the coach should know more than anyone how lazily this game had played out. but then, as an afterthought, he checks the scoreboard and realizes with an oh shit, that they were tied with the opposing team, somehow.

his line of vision is parting from the board when he makes unfortunate eye contact with the person entering the rink. your hair is pulled back with a pale pink scrunchie and your outfit is a certified mess of oversized hoodie and sweat shorts upon white sneakers. he can quite literally feel the heat that is quick to rush to his cheeks, unfailing to hide his flustered state. he knows he looks stupid but he still can't help but stare and ogle at new and blatant eye candy as she crosses the threshold into the cold space. half your figure is  now covered by the wall that separates the stands with the rink though it doesn't matter because he's still equally enamoured by simply your presence. 

"hyuck, why you staring at y/n?"

hyuck can only wince inwardly as he stutters out, "that's- that's y/n?" it seems unfair that renjun's been hoarding such a pretty specimen to himself. "like your best friend, y/n?"

"yeah, what about her?"

"br-bro, you never mentioned that she was pretty."

"hey, don't even think about it. you're the last possible person i'd set her up with. plus, she's with jeno, they went on a date after practice last time, remember?"

there's an underlying disappointment in donghyuck's tone when he's only able to produce a soft, "oh," because frankly he doesn't know why he's so worked up over someone who he's never even met and that's also dating one of his close teammates. amidst his confused trance, he almost fails to notice his coach call for a pre-game huddle.

he ends up tuning out most of it, now distracted by how jeno keeps glancing back at you and making funny faces, you returning them with the! cutest! little expressions he has ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes upon. the rest of the game is played out with enthusiasm on his part, even going so far as scoring in two more points. he's quick to doubt the truth but donghyuck knows that it's whoever that girl is in the front seats that's making him outdo himself.

the game ends and his team wins, claps and cheers at how the game had turned around in their favor, but donghyuck reverts into a sulky demeanor as soon as he's off the rink and into the locker rooms. he notices jeno, being quick and almost feisty with the other boys that are taking too long for his liking in hogging the showers. donghyuck assumes it has something to do with the (gorgeous, wtf) girl that's waiting on him for a date. hardly fair, he thinks, if only he'd met you earlier by chance, he knows he'd definitely have the ability to charm you out of your wits. after all, he's smart, his face is undeniably agreeable, his sense of humor is top notch, and well, what's not to like?

instead of getting closer to you as he so hoped he would, he ends up becoming more familiar with the routine disappointment, and yet delight, at seeing you show up after practices, games, and eventually, team gatherings outside the rink. he's okay with it, he thinks. but it becomes frequent, even, that you show up out of the blue, with the invitation from jeno, and he's starting to lose his cool when it comes to the simplest of interactions. being included in a conversation with you was no problem, as long as he wasn't talking. eye contact? bearable, but not for more than half a second. and the utmost unfortunate luck for the boy if you ever asked him to pass you a fork, or a spoon, or a goddamned napkin. 

he's not so sure anymore, one sullen night, that he could ever make you his, even if he was gifted the chance. when you're not by jeno's side, you're by renjun's, and if that isn't telling enough about how uncomfy you feel around everyone else, he wouldn't know any better. but even laying within the deepest, darkest parts of night, the screen on his phone displaying your more recent instagram post of you on jeno's back, a sun setting beach painted behind the two of you, he finds his heart yearning to know more about you. he knows you're not one to reach out, to make friends unless in a situation that calls for it, so he supposes now is as good as a time as any to shoot his shot, at being friends.

he braves himself for this hefty task. his breaths are ragged and his heart is already hammering a deep crater inside his chest at just the thought of following through with his plan. his fingers are shaking and his pupils are twitting at about the same pace and it appears that none of his bodily functions seem to be within his control anymore. but before he can press the button, his door is thunked wide open with a hard force, the handle even going so far as to lodge itself neatly into the wall that's now been broken through. donghyuck's mouth is hanging ajar but he's barely surprised to see that the culprit of such heinous and costly action is jeno. lee jeno. 

donghyuck makes swift and subtle actions to shove his phone underneath his pillow but when he takes a good look at the boy's face, he realizes that he didn't need to be so discrete in the first place. jeno's eyes are swollen, and not in the way that suggests he got into a big manly manly fight and came out the victor, but in the way that looks as if his three cats died, all at once, and he'd taken it upon himself to cry for each of their mothers respectively. 

the same eyes rove about the room before settling on the bed, his body following suit but moving as if it were part of another entity entirely. the mattress sinks down low with his body weight and he repositions himself so that he's laying down comfortably, his legs still hung over and down the side. donghyuck can hear jeno's ragged breaths, not unlike his own a minute ago, and he wonders what hell of a day the boy had had to render him into this state of numbed consciousness. but before he can even form the question that sits at the edge of his mind, jeno's voice reverberates lowly in the silence of the room.

"she broke up with me," donghyuck blinks purposefully, "something 'bout how she thinks she might like someone else, fucking bastard."

"is she the bastard?" donghyuck tries to disassociate his feelings from his words and come across as...helpful in lifting his friend's mood.

jeno chuckles, "no, hyuck, she's not the bastard. bastard's the guy who has her heart. i'm glad she told me though, she's never been one to hide things."

"yeah, would've been worse if she dragged it on, huh."

"yeah, a lot worse."

donghyuck's voice almost gets caught within the confines of his rationality, "did she tell you who he- the bastard is?" he sighs inwardly, knowing that this was none of his business whatsoever, but the desire to know seeps into his thoughts. 

jeno sighs as well, "no, not really. she said it was some boy on the team though, might even be you now that i think about it."

"oh," is, yet again, the only thing he is able to produce. 

the new revelations seem to give life to donghyuck. the mere idea that there's a possibility of interest in his direction is something that he thrives off of. mundane tasks like washing the dishes are now enjoyable hobbies, no actual brain work, head empty, thoughts of you exclusively. when it comes to practice, you're no longer there, your presence reduced to hushed talk between the boys and renjun, asking him if you really are the reason jeno's been so out of it, letting easy pucks into the goal left and right. hyuck is relieved, though, that he gets a break, a step back to rethink his crazed emotions. maybe it really was just simple infatuation. maybe it was just because he hadn't gotten laid in awhile. or even just the fact that he's been hanging out with the boys too much and that the first girl he set his eyes on in days ultimately became the protagonist to his daydreams. hell, he is especially glad that you decided it wasn't worth showing your face at the rink for the time being for jeno would've been downright devastated.

that whole paragraph of feelings is bluntly disregarded and thrown off track as he enters the corner cafe a few blocks down from his house and is met with you waving your hand excitedly at him and motioning for him to sit with you. he doesn't hesitate, of course, but makes sure he takes slow and deliberate steps to the window booth you're sitting at just to make sure he at least gets in four deep breaths before he is inevitably subjected to not breathing in your presence.

"hyuck, it's been awhile, i hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable or anything," your face morphs into an expression of realization as it hits you that calling him over was entirely to satisfy your own hopes and dreams. the boy sitting across from you, smiling lightly, might as well be feigning a pleasant disposition, grossed out by the girl that dumped his friend just because she thought she was interested in someone else. by the end of this thought, your voice is reduced to a timid pitch, "you can leave if you want, it's all good."

"actually, i think that it'd be more uncomfortable for you if i left." he feels his heart constrict at the sight and the knowledge that his words enlightened your composure. you take it upon yourself to start some light conversation, not wanting to disclose the reason you'd called him over in the first place just yet. your heart picks up pace, rivaling hyuck's own, and you can't help but think of the sheer likeliness of the luck you'd just encountered. just as you decided to brave up for once and not take advantage of your best friend setting you up on one too many blind dates that were just, too artificial for you, the boy whom you had taken a liking for had shown up before your eyes, breezing through those glass doors as if it were a sign for you to just take charge. 

"and i was telling him-"

"are you free friday?"

"what? oh, what?!"

"i'm asking if you're free friday."

"i- i mean yeah, i have practice at three, but i'm free afterwards."

"let's grab dinner together then."

"oh shoot, okay, like with the boys? 'cause i could ask them if they're down."

"no, i was hoping it could be just us. like a date."

"so, hold the fuck up, you're asking me out on a date?"

"yeah, why…? am i not allowed to do that? is going out on a date with me gonna break bro code or something?"

"n- no, nothing like that. it's just...you can't possibly be serious."

"oh, trust me, i'm dead serious."

"...holy shit, i'm in."

donghyuck fucks up big time at practice, his cheeks are way too hot and he's sweating gallons per second. his jaw is clenching and unclenching in hopes that the action might make him a little more attentive while on ice but instead, he finds his eyes roving over to your figure in the stands far more often than he'd like to admit. he thinks, no he hopes, that jeno is okay with the fact that you're not here for him but rather the 'boy on the team' he'd unknowingly referred to a few months back. hyuck knows, though, that renjun is definitely not okay with it, the aforementioned boy throwing just as many glares at hyuck as hyuck's many glances towards you.

practice is over long after he hoped it would be but you're patient and supportive nonetheless. his eyes crinkle and his smile widens as you sidle into him for warmth in the cool air of the ice rink. hyuck solves this by removing the hoodie from his own, accustomed body, and gently tugs it over your shivering one. he thinks he handles the wave of adoration that consumes him pretty well, even able to ease the corners of his lips down a tad bit. "you're cute," you pull at his cheeks and suddenly things are not so easy to handle. 

donghyuck does eventually get used to all the sneaky shit you pull just to get his ears red and shy smile blossoming, but he knows he'll never get used to the sight of you in the stands, adorning his spare 66 jersey with everything else fading, and fading further away until it's just you and him, and him and you.

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — i hope you find someone that holds you in such high esteem as hyuck does in this fic, i'm sure you deserve it <3

[beyoncesdragon]

can you write if you think got7 would like to be the big or small spoon bc my name is eden and im emotional

hello my lovely lovely eden yes I can, I'm sorry for the delay and I hope you like it. Mwah! 

Jᴀᴇʙᴇᴏᴍ ༄

Big spoon! Because his leader-gen, yanno. also, this man tall and if you’re not equally tall you’d have to wrap your whole body around him like some  tree snake (nothing against tree snakes) because of his broad ass shoulders and that’s just uncomfy after a while.  Besides, he likes resting his face in the crook of your neck and you gotta let that man get his peace at the end of the day, especially after he had JYPE denying his songs and all

Mᴀʀᴋ ༄

Both:) would definitely like to big spoon you, hands on your waist (because he likes that a lot) and you pressed tightly against his chest? Yes thats home for Mark, home and heaven. But if you like, asked him or just randomly cuddled him back, who is he to say no to that? Listen, Mark just genuinely enjoys cuddles, therefore you’re never wrong to big or little spoon him. Ever. he’s a grateful client. 

Jᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ༄

Secretly likes to be the little spoon and I will die on that hill, I don’t argue on that. Sure, he’ll have you pulled against his chest as soon as you do as much as lay down next to him, but oh the man gets butterflies if you happen to hug him from behind in your sleep or something. Would maybe not immediately tell you this tho because he wants to uphold his CEO at 23 〜vibe〜but eventually gives in because one day you sneak up behind him whilst he's working on the bed (with his laptop...) and he just straight up falls sleep in your arms like a baby™️ 

Jɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ༄

Big Spoon™️ that’s not even a question. It’s also bc Mr Wordlwidehandsome 2.0 comes home late and when you happen to already be asleep...it’s definitely easier to just slide under the covers behind you and (very carefully) bring you close to him.

Yᴏᴜɴɢᴊᴀᴇ ༄

Is completely okay with either, as long as you finally come and cuddle, damn what takes you so long he has been ready and sleepy for what, an hour, and you take years to finish and what do you mean you have to brush your teeth oh my god-

Bᴀᴍʙᴀᴍ ༄

Big spoon just because he likes the sense of “control” he gets. and he likes cupping your hands with his and resting them on your stomach (or somewhere higher up, you won't catch him complain) and similar to JB, he’s a big fan of burying his face in your neck and just stay like that for hours. Another plus of him spooning you is also that he could get up in the morning without waking you up. since’s he's a gym-enthusiast now and all. Caring baby bam 

Yᴜɢʏᴇᴏᴍ ༄

i have decided that he’d be a big spoon with awkward little spoon tendencies. Like he would definitely come up and just drag you to the bed because let’s cuddle but would get a bit shy if you would do so and big spoon him. Would never say no but maybe turn around after some time and just enjoy being held by you in general. 

➳m.list    ➳got7 m.list

[hebescus]

remember this ship ask? yeah, i wanna do them all with lawlight bcs they control my brain. but it's a happy no death note au bcs it's me. oh and this shit is long plus it's 3 am rn so my words are very messy. but enjoy.

(i skip some numbers that i answered and the ones that i can't think of btw)

pre relationship :

How did they first meet?

L's investigation hq. he was a suspect of L, still, but this time he told soichiro to bring this 18 yo boy to the hq to test him, asking light to work with all of them. he ends up not guilty ofc, but L still wants to keep him…around.

What was their first impression of each other?

ah, the good old 'what the fuck dude???' from light and the 'oooh he got a big brain' from L. it's hard to get out of canon in this one.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

L. But it's more like thoughts, rather than feelings. It's just these random thoughts that pop out in his head like 'i don't mind kissing this guy, if he asks' but not like 'i want to kiss him' yknow what i mean? idk this is just something i experience a lot lmao. it develops to feelings once light falls for him and L can see that. So in terms of ideas, it's L, but in terms of feelings, it's Light.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh our favorite light denial yagami. Of course he's cursing himself for having feelings like this but once L calls it out he's over. 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Light would laugh it off, and be like "i don't like him that way you know". L would shrugs be like "well yes that's possible, i don't think i mind". 

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

boring, lonely, empty, you name it

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general :

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

hmm, they both initiated the relationship? ykwim? They both notices they had feelings for each other and just...go from there. they never have like a relationship talk, they just go with the flow until at some point they starts to get comfortable to refer the other as partners. They basically can read each other's mind, after all.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes, sort of. A tennis game! And a coffee sesh after, just like canon. They plan this to be just "let's just relax, this case has been really exhausting, take a one day break, L" but when Light got home, sayu asked "how's the date going?!" He immediately said "it's not a date, you watch too many dramas it's rotting your brain" And sachiko gave him a smile while shaking her head at this statement and when he's back to his room he immediately calls L and was like "hey does that count as a date?" and L answers with "depends, do you want it to be?" with a smirk that light can hear.

What was their first kiss like?

it was late at night, light was helping L with the case when everybody went home. they were sharing their view about this certain criminal when light notices L staring at his lips, first he ignored it but it happens again and again to a point where their face just got real close and then...kiss, somehow. idk lmao.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

First person who can understand each other and are equals, the only ones who can tear the other's wall down, and just practically soulmates in any form that even their sun & moon signs mirroring each other's? YES. 

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

i hc L as just a little bit taller than light, but it's not like you can see it through the hunch anyway. ofc we all know the 6 years and 4 months age gap

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Sayu likes L, Sachiko is kinda surprise Light doesn't date a typical pretty person, but it only makes her heart fonder. L doesn't mind them, he thinks they're nice, light grew up in a good place. Soichiro? Well, he might me a bit reluctant but he loosen up slowly, his son is happier than he ever was, after all.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Light, obviously. Because he's a charmer and if L takes control, the person they speak to would run immediately the first 2 minutes.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

it is a universal knowledge that L does this. like, come on, count the fics, you can't, there's just so many. he loves to break that perfect wall and make light feel 🥴😳. it's entertaining. But he knows when to stop. too much of that will be embarrassing in light's part, and he respects his boy's dignity.

love :

Who said “I love you” first?

Light!! The thing is it was said over the phone. He gets more and more comfortable talking with L through calls, since every now and then L travel frok countries to countries. One time he just like "yeah, safe flight. love you, bye" he expected L to say goodnight to him as a response as usual but L was silent and he realised what he just said and realised that he fucking mean it. L seems to still be able to read his mind even thousands miles away so he replies with "i love you too, goodnight". they never missed seeing each other more than that night.

What are their primary love languages?

we had a discussion for this! but as we see in canon, they're both very acts of service with a little hint of physical touch here and there. quality time is also important. words and gift aren't really needed for them.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

L. Only to annoy light. It's terrible that he almost cringed to himself, but it does bring a good laugh for light.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

PDA is a not their preference, they just love being in private more. They might hold hands sometimes, butmost times they won't. Altho they always stand or sit reaaaaally glued to each other even though there are so many space. 

Who initiates kisses?

both. they want it, they got it. but light gives light kisses (ha) more, not necessarily on the lips, usually when L was really busy working, keeping his feet on the ground.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They don't spoon a lot, they prefer not touching at all or cufdling face to face, but when they do, Light is the little spoon because being a big spoon makes his sleeping position kinda uncomfy, he feels awkward with his legs, it's just not. thankfully L thinks cuddling light this way is very calming.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Tennis and solving cases, duh. Or sometimes they play video games fighting each other. Anything competitive and/or challenging that make their brain grow 10 times bigger. But sometimes, a comfortingly peaceful and quiet dinner with hushed words thrown here and there about random things feels like the best thing ever.

Who’s more protective?

L. For identity reasons, ofc.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical. They can read each other's mind, they knew it by gesture, touches, and glances. 

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE. venus by sleeping at last fits them so well, that song is in the background of multiple cozy couch smooches sessions or even when they're slow dancing (please listen to this tho song it's so good). also i think they would like persephone by the tragic thrills too, L would be like "this song reminds me of you" and Light answers with "i'm persephone?" "Yeah" "i'm a fucking badass then" "yes you are". oh and first day of my life? lover of mine? pink in the night? sweet creature? the lakes? oh god i have too much answers

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

they don't do nicknames, really. although, L sometimes called light with some snarky tony stark styled nicknames when he feels particularly playful but annoyed at the same time.

Who remembers the little things?

They both do. Big brained assholes they are.

domestic life :

If they get married, who proposes?

It's not really a proposal, they didn't  even remember who said it first. But one sleepy night after a hard case, someone said "hey you wanna get married" and the other was like "sure, why not" "really?" "yeah, i think i'm ready, you?" "me too" "great" and then they go to sleep. at breakfast the next morning L called watari from across the room and said "wammy i need you to prepare [enter marriage stuff here], and light, you must call your family after this". poor old watari chokes on his tea.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding is in a secluded little place near the wammy's house, L used to go there a lot as a kid. With just light's parents, sayu, and watari. Well, not until Light caught Mello, Matt, Near, and Linda peeping from the bushes

Do they have any pets?

A chunky cat the wammy's kids feed daily but never try to keep them in, because no animals are allowed inside the orphanage. L saw it and was like "light let's bring this bitch home" she is, indeed a little bitch, but light and L loves her dearly. her fur has light brown and black colors, like both of their hairs, so she becomes their daughter, L gave him a weird ass name but i can't think about it rn.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Light because he's the one who's actually bothers to. They ofc annoyed L but he cpuldnt care less to actually get rid of them.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

L. He rarely sleeps and once he did, he wakes up very fucking late and will pull light back to the bed if he's woken up by the empty space beside him.

Who’s the better cook?

Light. L is a spoiled brat. But Light can't bale for shit, that's Watari's job. Light grow up learning and helping his mom making meals for the family. He's not the best, but it's good enough to make L craves them in between his sweets.

Who likes to dance?

None of them. But they would slow dance on rare, sentimental occasions. And it's like so fucking romantic bcs all the lights are off except for a candle or a table lamp or a cabinet lamp whatever that has yellow-y dim light. And they don't speak, they just casually move against each other, but heart ready to combust like i do when i the mental image came into my head.