#Logan craves intimacy

[lesbiankendall]

kenstewy + touch

[ai-luni]

BESTIE!!!! CAN we get a NSFW for logan 😭😭

YES YOU CAN! But only because you asked so nicely!

Logan Walker NSFW Headcanons

My silly little silent protagonist <3

Logan is the most loyal person you’ll meet. He can get angry and frustrated and whatnot but truly deep down, he doesn’t have a hateful bone in his body. He is very respectable because he is quick to respect others. He admires and loves hard.

When he sleeps with someone, he tries to find love in it whether it’s real or fake. He craves intimacy. 

He’s not opposed to one night stands. When he can, he might as well. But he can be picky with his partner. If he doesn’t make a connection, he won’t go or take anyone home with him. And that’s that. 

He’s not very talkative so I think he tends to look for someone the opposite of him. Someone who has a lot to say and is very passionate about it. He gets a rush out of the way people’s eyes light up when they talk about a show or game or anything they love. It’s a sure fire way to give him butterflies and make him feel special that you chose him to open up to. 

This carries on into the bedroom. He’s not very vocal, a grunt here and there but he’s likely not going to talk dirty to you unless you ask him to. 

HOWEVER, he does have a massive praise kink. Amen. Pet name kink. Amen. I think he’s an easy switch but when you dominate him, his knees will turn to jelly. 

Tell him how good he makes you feel. Tell him where you like his fingers most. Tell him to go faster. Tell him you feel like you’re going to burst. 

Write him a fucking poem for all I care.

Claw at his back. Yank his hair. Arch your back until not a single millimetre of your back is touching the bed. 

Moan out to him. For him. Do it again and again. He wants to hear your voice rise from pleasure until you're lightheaded. 

Call him kitten. Call him baby boy. Call him your love. Oh my God, yes, YES. OH Logan, oH MY LOVE AH. 

You once left him a voice message just like that and he jizzed in his pants. Had his headphones on in the middle of the mess hall. Had to excuse himself, telling the team you needed to call about something serious and he was worried. 

He actually just had to go clean himself up. 

Most of the time, he’ll jerk off to just the memory of being with you. One specific moment he remembers clear as day still: 

He was on top of you, going at it. Hands bracing himself on the mattress, caging you as you squirmed uncontrollably. Back arched and rolling against him as you panted. Your legs open wide, bent and slipping on the sheets. Yours nails raking his back to his hair, to grabbing the headboard to grabbing his arms. Your eyes were rolled back as far as they could go and your jaw was completely soft and impassive. 

“Keep going Logan AH right there!” You’d squeak and he paired it with a low grunt and a hard thrust. 

“OH You make me feel so good, Aaha my good boy.” And he began to rut into you. So hard, you knew it’s burn tomorrow. 

Another moment he thinks about often is when he got home one evening and dragged him by the collar of his shirt to the bedroom. Pushed him down, undid his pants and straddled him.

He watched in awe, not blinking for a solid minute as you stripped above him. Your mouth twitched as it gathered a pool of saliva to spit into your palm and slowly brought it down to finally wrap your hand around him. 

You bent down as you stroked him, face so close to him he could feel your breath on his dick. Your curved back, ass up in the air and dainty soft hand tugging at his tip. He genuinely thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

He was in so much ecstasy that he let out his loudest moan to date, letting his head fall back as he released into your hand. 

“Come on kitten, I know you got more in you then that. You were doing so well.” You’d said with a sultry voice laced of pure sin and sure enough from that alone, he had a lot more to give. 

(I can’t tell you why I think this but I think Logan would love clean, pretty nails. He prefers a french tip but honestly if they’re manicured and not too long and sharp (however he would love doing little menial tasks just for you if your nails were a little impractical), he would 100% swoon. Especially with them wrapped around his cock.) 

When it comes to initiating something outside of the bedroom, it would have to be you to start it. But Logan is always a game no matter where it is. If you're at base and guide him into a closet, he’ll be on you in seconds. If you tell him to touch you at a safehouse or a supermarket even, he’ll have his hand down your pants like it’s nothing. 

I think as well he would be the most likely out of all the ghosts to be risky in combat. Okay he would never actually engage in something physical or anything that will distract focus on a mission - the mission and your safety always comes first. But if you wanted to tell him what the adrenaline was doing to your body or that he looked hot and you planned to show that to him later, he would actually love it. He would become so determined from it. 

Even if you just gave him a good job, nice shot or well done in the field, he’ll be riding high for the rest of the day. 

Logan’s pretty vanilla. I think the most wild thing he’ll do and actually 100% enjoy is calling you mummy but you’d have to seriously coax it out of him. 

Also I think he secretly has a thing for spit but won’t admit it. When you rest your head on his chest and drool, when you kiss and spit dribbles down your chin, when you attack his neck and it’s left wet and sticky. He gets such a kick out of it.

He had a dream once you spat in his mouth and told him you loved him and long story short, he had to change his bed sheets.

Also he wouldn't of thought about this too much but he once saw Keegan giving you instructions, putting something out on a map. Both of you bending over the table to reach a certain spot or guiding the other's hand.

He has no idea what you guys were talking about but it gave him so many thoughts. He liked the thought that Keegan would 100% know how to please you and it didn't upset him at all. Maybe because he thought you deserved to be with the best and Keegan to him was the best, maybe it was the other way around and he thought Keegan deserved the best kind of pleasure which was yours.

Whatever it was, he would never let himself think about it long enough to find out. It made him feel guilty and wrong. But there would always be the thought in the back of his mind that neither of you would actually say no to the idea either.

This boy does not know when he’s going to cum. It surprised both of you at how spontaneous it usually is. On rare occasions he will feel it coming and he’ll warn you and work harder so you both can orgasm together (which he absolutely loves but I’ll get into that later). But most of the time you’ll do something that just sets him off with no rhyme or reason. 

I think he’s very much the type to almost puke when he’s chewing on food and feels an unexpected texture in his mouth. This is the same but different. Some common offenders to make him cum instantly are:

When you look into his eyes then roll then back

When you roll your hips against him and let out a particularly determined, gruffed grunt 

When you gag on him

When you get so into the moment, you lose your grip and fall onto him or the pillow 

When you get into a chant of “more, more, more, more, more!” 

When you spasm through an orgasm, hips bucking and shoulders never staying in the same place for more than half a second

Like stated before this boy loves intimacy. He’s said “I love you” unintentionally to a one night stand too many times before. He loves the significance of sex and that it’s so easy to give into the illusion of love even when there isn’t any.

Sometimes when he’s feeling particularly sentimental or possessive, he fuck you slowly while cuddling. He’ll make love to you and drive you crazy. And it brings him so much security. He wants to make you feel how you make him feel and so when he can bring himself to cum at the same time as you, he will be so lovesick and just generally more optimistic for the rest of the week. 

Look. The boy just loves you okay. And all he ever wants is to make you dick drunk because you deserve it.

[wannaeatramyeon]

ok so breakfast for the morning after crazy sex last night right? what meals will they cook for u

Anon. Your brain is beautiful. Thanks for asking!

Lookism boys serving you morning-after breakfast

"I'm ravenous after a night of love-making."

Kicks you out straight after doing the deed

Listen. If these guys don't really care for you, then they're just gonna hump + dump. It's a booty call, don't read too much into it. Bye!

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Johan Seong, Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

Something normal

Jake Kim, Sinu Han: Pancakes with a squirty cream winky face. Eggs with ketchup winky face. Coffee with really shitty winky face. You get the idea. Just anything that he can draw a winky face on tbh.

Zack Lee: A bit healthy and vanilla, granola bowl. But he puts extra care into it! Probably snaps a few pics for his social media to subtly brag about the morning after with you.

Vin Jin: Shockingly shitty cook. Makes you toast and will end up being a blackened lump. He tried.

Eugene: Obviously has the money to spend, but prefers the normalcy and intimacy of a nice breakfast. Maybe something simple like porridge or cereal. It's just a way to extend his time with you.

Eli Jang: Normal, but he's the definition of the below. You're getting Yenna's castoffs.

Logan Lee, Jace Park: For Logan, I can't explain it, but I hc the below. For Jace, it's obvious.

Full banquet, anything and everything

Jay Hong: A gentleman, with a big fat... wallet. Can't cook, but he happily orders in a magnificent spread for you. He will treat you right before, during, and after.

Xiaolong: Lets not think too hard about how this works. Anyway. He prepares EVERYTHING. Home-cooked vibes. Though if there's something you want and it's not there? He will drop everything and run out and get it.

DG: He's a k-pop idol with a figure to look after. Likely something light for him, but he will indulge you with whatever your heart desires.

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo: Orders an entire goddamn 5* buffet if you're tolerable. If.

Whatever~

Vasco Tabasco: Doesn't believe in breakfast foods. Whatever he is craving is acceptable. Curry, spaghetti, fries, fried chicken, fish stew etc.

Daniel Park: Also one to eat whatever. Calories doesn't matter for Big Danel, and Little Daniel will use this as an opportunity to also stuff his face.

Johan Seong: You expect breakfast?! Here's some stale crackers from god knows where.

Warren Chae: Have you seen where he lives? You're getting whatever he can get his hands on but he WILL make it romantic. Everything will be heart shaped and served with a blush.

Ryuhei Kuroda: He doesn't do morning afters. So. This is awkward and weird. How about another round instead?

Goo Kim: This man can do it all. He can be rude, normal, or let his freak flag fly. Cooks you up one of his fave breakfasts.

[nyoomfruits]

Do you have a snippet from the Landoscar fake married au that you’ve been writing which you could share with us? I’ve been craving to read anything from you for dayyyys, the two snippets you shared (even though they were really good) haven’t been enough by far to satisfy my thirst…

This is not meant to pressure you or anything though, if you don’t have anything or don’t want to share an excerpt that’s fine tho!! I just love your writing and I’m super intrigued by it and weirdly into the mctwinks… ahh

Have a wonderful evening ellie! 💛

oh anon you are in luck because i wrote what might actually be my favorite kiss scene i've ever written yesterday and i've been dying for a reason to share it so. here you go. from the landoscar fake married au :D

“Oh for god’s sake,” Max says, sounding exasperated. “Will you just fucking kiss him.” Logan is still chanting behind him.

“Right,” Oscar says, shaking his head. Then he squares his shoulders, takes Lando’s face in both of his hands, and kisses him.

And Jesus fuck.

They’ve hugged, before. They’ve fallen asleep tangled in each other’s arms. Heck, Lando frequently places obnoxious smacking kisses on Oscar’s cheek, much to Oscar’s annoyance. They’re no strangers to intimacy.

But this.

Oscar kisses him like he’s something precious, like he’s been waiting this whole life for this one moment. Like if he lets go, if he steps away, Lando is going to shatter in a million pieces. And he might, with the way Oscar’s thumb presses into his cheek, the way his lips slide against Lando’s. Lando’s hands have found their way to Oscar’s waist, and he can feel the way Oscar’s body moves against his below the soft fabric of his coat.

When Oscar pulls away his pupils are blown wide. There’s a strand of hair that has escaped the little swoosh his hair usually falls in, and Lando has to suppress the insane urge to tuck it back in. Next to him, Logan and Max are cheering loudly and obnoxiously, but Lando barely registers any of it. All he can think about is shit.

It would be so incredibly, insanely, ridiculously inconvenient if he actually fell in love with his fake husband.

[transmutationisms]

i don’t really have a specific question, but do you have more roman thoughts after this episode? love your analyses of this show

ok combining a few different asks into this answer. i thought this episode was very good roman characterisation (ditto his siblings) but not because it showed any break or major change in terms of his political or personal ideology, or his place in the family. most obviously this is a clear follow-up to the events of 'what it takes', where roman sells mencken to logan both because he'll make good tv and because roman is trying to impress his father and prove he's capable of taking over the company, ie becoming the no. 1 child. in 'america decides', this becomes "we just made a night of good tv" and roman pushing mencken because of his opposition to the gojo deal. at this point roman's not gunning for the solo top job the way he did when logan was alive, but he wants to hold onto the company the same way he wants to hold onto mementos of logan's body, and he wants the company to be basically a project he does with his siblings that keeps them all close together. so, we consistently have roman seeking familial closeness via business, and his cynical view that it doesn't matter what atn broadcasts so long as it gets eyeballs, and being shocking is one highly effective way to do that.

roman has always shared this sense of cynicism with logan (eg, logan calling a play "people pretending to be people" or saying that having music playing made him feel like he was in a commercial). in the sense that he's loganifying, it's mostly because he's now in a position to act accordingly, choosing a president based on ratings and personal relationships rather than pretending to make a moral decision (kendall) or having genuine faith in establishment politics and authorities (shiv) or trying to put himself in front of the cameras (connor). ofc roman can never really 'become logan,' no matter how many fascists he put in the white house, because for one thing he's effeminate in logan's books and has no appetite for blood (his firing spree came from very different motives), and for another he just doesn't really care about the type of constant achievement cycle that business 'success' demands. but he's always going to view his role at waystar partly as a way to be with his siblings and partly through the lens of what his father would think of him; he's also always going to be dissatisfied on both fronts, because he can't get the type of emotional intimacy he craves (& wouldn't know what to do with it if he did) and is never going to be able to live up to what logan wanted from him (contradictory and impossible demands).

[pulchrasilva]

One Line, Any Fic

I was tagged by @ihasafandom 

Rules: pick any 10 of your WIP fics (or finished; go nuts), scroll somewhere to the mid-point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

These are maybe a bit more than a line but shhh

A mix of Sanders Sides, Roleslaying and Venom fics. Some of these are just single lines jotted down in my notes, some of them are fic I haven’t touched in years, and exactly one of them is actually finished and should be posted soon :D feel free to ask me about any of these because I’d love to talk about them it’s how I get inspiration

These are maybe a bit more than a line but shhh

No pressure tags: @fangirltothefullest @lost-in-thought-20 @theimprobabledreamersworld @remus-of-reston @ant1m0ny @lost-in-frog-land @kitausuret @soodoonimin @korruptbrekker @brandstifter-sys

1. I’m Yours

Of course, the dish had long since gone cold, and there was no way Logan would be eating it after he stepped in it, but the idea made him want to smile, or cry. Both actions were things he hadn’t done in a long time.

2. Don the Sash and Sceptre

Roman strutted down the school corridor like it was his own personal walkway carpeted in red. In a way, it was. Not literally of course, but the way heads turned as he passed by more than made up for that.

3. all i wanna do is take the sad from you

Patton conjured Roman’s orb, and sure enough, amid the scarlets and crimsons and wine reds, a patch of dark, dark red swallowed the prince’s positivity. A blemish on Roman’s courageous and hopeful personality.

4. every memory adds another piece

Steeling himself, the Janus seized Patton by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug – to hide his face, of course. He couldn’t let another side see him crying. That’s what this was about. It had nothing to do with how isolated he felt, or how the physical contact to grounded him inside his own skin.

5. An Alien Symbiote and a Very Resourceful Goat

Venom moved slowly, both to avoid scaring it off and because he physically couldn’t move any faster. When he was near enough to extend a trembling tendril, Venom wasted no time. He latched on to white fur and sunk past the skin. 

6. i know a place where the pain doesn't reach

It was so tender, so vulnerable yet relaxed, in a way that he'd never seen either of them. He'd been travelling with Youngblood for a while now, and slowly getting to know Noise since leaving Neon, but this was a level of familiarity and trust that he couldn't even dream of. The sight had his heart aching with a sudden craving for this, this intimacy, with them.

7. Unnamed

A road, entirely straight, stretches off in either direction into the distance, cutting through the bleak muted orange of the land on either side, dried mud with deep fissures and completely flat. A little way off to his left was what appeared to be a cactus, guarded and intimidating. To his right, a mountain range formed a paper thin outline along the horizon. Thomas started walking. Did it really matter which direction?

8. Unnamed

"You don't need him. I do. And like hell am I gonna let Cletus go after all that time we were separated. If you can't deal with that, you can go find another host that's willing to give up everything for you. Or you could help me save my husband."

9. Unnamed

Carnage grew, spilling out of the heart and into the surrounding veins and arteries, until he filled ever vein, every artery, every tiny capillary. Blood replaced entirely by something new. His body and Cletus's intertwined, forever.

10. A Tragedy with a Happy Ending

Their bones clacked together as Cross took his hand. It felt different from before - there was no warmth, no soft flesh padding out their grip. But even after all the years apart and all the ways they'd changed, their hands fit together perfectly - like they always had.

[thoughtsaladblog]

Armageddon

Needless to say, this is bad. Very bad.

So things took a strange turn with Logan where we fooled around in my living room- it started playfully as a contest to freak the other person out- but ngl I was feeling extra frisky (and apparently so was he) and I was clearly projecting some physical needs in the wrong direction. Also ngl- seeing him in a suit did kinda hit at the libido (yes, yes I know it's fucked up). Anyway, getting back to the huge fuck-up of 2024- we fooled around and at one point as he was lying on the beanbag I knelt astride him and choked him playfully... and then he joked about riding him- which I didn't do. At that point. But I did do, later... kinda like dry humping. Yes, I know. I started by declaring that this is bad ok?

Since then my fucking horniness has fucking peaked and we had certain other playful conversations, a bit of flirting and a lot of justifying why this is ok, some playful attempts at dirty talk etc. And while all that is fucked up... What's worse is that my mind was finding ways to justify that this isn't as fucked up... or that somehow it's ok. And I even did come up with a loophole around it... Until I went on Ig and came across enough posts to make it evident that my time with teenagers has kind of gotten me thinking like a teenager- because no self-respecting adult I know would condone this- including myself (prior to all this). I am about to destroy all I've built and betray my own moral stance if I go on at this rate. I mean obviously I won't sleep with him- I know that much- but these small attempts at fooling around are bad on their own.

I know I need to call an end to this.. I KNOW it. I'm struggling with a mad sex drive that's left me vulnerable and craving even the slightest form of intimacy and emotion, so I'm stuck. It also doesn't help that I haven't gotten laid in a while and dude's energy is kinda arousing... Aaargh!! STOP!!! This is insane!!!!

I ought to have the conversation that puts all this to bed- at least for a while- but instead I'm trying to rationalise giving it another day before having the convo. If I do, then that's a mistake there's no coming back from. I need to sort my shit out...Fast.

But also... I feel like I saw this coming from a mile away as we got closer in our friendship... I really can't seem to keep the physical aspect out of my friendships... Honestly!

[ssolessurvivor]

Warm and cozy

memes - always accepting! - @princedickhead (xx)

There's something he can't exactly describe in this moment as he gazes at Henry staring out the window at the cabin landscape, covered in a soft blanket of snow. He sips on a drink and Logan is utterly lost for words. It's so tranquil and beautiful, but also incredibly soft and tender.

Had he ever thought they might arrive here one day? From where they started all that time ago now?

Henry begins padding over to the couch and Logan opens the blanket without hesitation, he can't even take his eyes away from the Prince in his living room, having given Logan the love he's always craved but never had the understanding to ask for it. Never allowed the thought to come near him intact like this, so pure and sweet. Something made out of soft spun dreams. Henry sits easily in close and Logan wraps him up in the blanket before he allows their bodies to simply slot together, his hands finding rest wrapped around those shoulders, toying with the blonde locks at the nape of his neck. Their noses touch in the intimacy of the motion, the fireplace crackling and giving some music to a moment which otherwise doesn't need much.

Not when he's sure Henry can hear his heart beating.

He can't help it, must be something in the air, the holiday longing and that feeling of warmth and complete love drifting on the many lights from the tree twinkling in those beautiful blue eyes that enchant the veteran. Logan leans forward and offers a soft kiss to those plush lips, pulling away for only a moment before he gives another kiss, followed by another. He's just so lost in the nearness of Henry.

[thinkatoryprocess]

Do Alex and Bea go to goth clubs together? Didn’t you say she had Effie Stoneham vibes once upon a time so is he her Tony?

Gonna say 100% that Wambsgans kid is Logan and Stewy and Roman's is Alex now, name swap, I digress.

And he is absolutely her Tony, the vibe is very close in my head now that you mention it. Shiv has no control over her son and he does whatever he wants, Tom doesn't care as long as he doesn't kill anyone or ruin his future career forever.

Shiv doesn't want Logan to be around Bea because she has a terrible relationship with Bea's moms and she doesn't like thinking about it. Logan has a strained relationship with Shiv, who is extra not great as a parent after feeling very responsible for Kendall's death. Logan is pretty fucked up and craves the kind of affection Bea has at home while Bea can't cope with the intimacy her parents try to give her.

Mostly because Bea feels like a mistake who's been mistaken as a miracle.

[exhaustedfander]

Oh the yearning in this upcoming chapter of Hideaway is... intense. The self-loathing, too, obviously. But the yearning is off the chartsssss

[pynkhues]

Sophie. Please explain to me why an exchange including the sentence "I'd castrate and marry you" was so. effing. soft. (you know, right before the weird slap fight)

Alex!!!! I have so many Thoughts!!!

Okay, a few years ago, I read Anna Krien's incredible non-fiction book Night Games which is about a lot of things, but in particular it's about the relationship between sports, power and sex. Through those things it talks a lot about the relationship between toxic masculinity and male-to-male intimacy and community, and how violence against 'others' (namely women, but also other perceived outsiders to that male community) as well as each other, is really deeply entwined at the heart of that.

It's a book I think about a lot generally, but I seriously think about it all the time with Succession, because in a lot of ways, it's the same. It's the corporate world of course, not sports, but it's steeped in the same exclusivity, the same machismo, the same perceived excellence and masculine 'ideal' – god, it's the breadwinner on steroids, right? (A particularly interesting concept for a character like Logan who came from nothing and who's father died when he was a small child, but that's neither here nor there for this question, haha).

One of the concepts though at the heart of the book is that toxic male culture creates an environment where intimacy in male relationships is something that is both deeply and humanly craved, and heavily derided and punished. Men aren't supposed to want intimate relationships with other men, but they do, and how they seek it is through the creation of a sort of 'pack' and male community, which is often forged through a kind of violence – war, sport, gangs, fights, corporate hostile takeovers, haha.

You can hug a man on your team, but only after you've tackled one on the other team to the ground.

Or worse – you rape a woman with your friend, to create a deeper closeness to your friend and solidify your 'male community'.

You perform an act of violence to allow an act of intimacy.

Again, Anna's book's pretty specifically about sport (and even more specifically about Australian Rules Football, although she does talk about other sport as well), but the basis is one that feels really realised in Succession.

God, think about the s1 finale where it's through the death of a waiter – an outsider to the community – that allows Logan to close the gap between him and Kendall again.

I think Tom and Greg embody that same principle in so many ways, but it's different for them. Many of the characters on this show perform versions of manhood and masculinity, frequently failing in their delivery, but Tom was expressing an act of violence as a request for intimacy because he doesn't know how else to get it.

He can't get either professional support nor personal comfort from his wife, and both are things he's received previously from Greg. They're a relationship that in some ways cemented itself in their 'othering' from the Roy community – peripheral players to power instead of they themselves wielding it – and I think it leaves both of them hungry for a community of their own. An intimacy.

The story of Nero and Sporus isn't just about violence and intimacy after all, it's about getting rid of a family to create a new one in that family's image – kill Shiv and replace her with Greg. Not an imitation exactly, but a relationship that lets Tom feel in control, and grants him what he wants – someone he can look after, someone he can be intimate with, someone, he feels, is on his team. The story itself is dark, but the reason beneath it isn't – Tom's seeking a space to be vulnerable with someone he feels connected to, but he has no idea how to do it.

Violence, intimacy and power are all mixed up together for men like these, and I feel like that was such a loaded and honest example of it.

[the-sympathetic-villain]

Because I kind of just need to know.

Bodyguard AU and Soulmate AU (preferably with Analogical)

Hmmm I'm such a sucker for some oblivious pining Analogical 😆

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In public, Logan plays the well-mannered prince. He's wise, honest and well-liked by the people of the kingdom. His guise as a leader is flawless, but in truth, not a drop of royal blood flows through his veins.

He is merely a face meant to keep the true prince, Virgil, safe from potential assassins. It'd been this way as long as either of them could remember, and that suited them just fine. Virgil was happy to let Logan sharpen his silvertongue and woo the other nobles if it meant he got a pass on engaging in the overindulgent pageantry of the court.

Their arrangement worked well for both of them. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes though, the idea left Virgil feeling empty. Only his parents and Logan knew of his true identity, and though he and Logan were once close as kids, Logan had long since chosen to maintain a professional relationship rather than grow close to Virgil.

And lately, that hurts. Virgil can't help but crave intimacy, crave a relationship, crave a soulmate. He'd always heard stories of people's skin changing the first time their soulmate touched them. His own father's skin was dotted with the black ink of words from his soulmate.

It was the connection he needed. He wanted it more than anything.

One day, they always said.

Unfortunately, one day might have come too late when the Virgil’s caravan is ambushed by a band of unsavory characters bent on offing the prince take Logan, Virgil and some of their crew captive.

Logan is happy to play the part to save his prince, but Virgil isn't about to watch Logan sacrifice. After a managing a thrilling escape, Logan and Virgil must venture back to the castle on foot.

Along the way, Virgil realizes perhaps there is a reason Logan feels he has to keep himself distant. That maybe there's a reason he avoids touching Virgil.

And maybe Virgil finds the connection he's been searching for all along.

[incorrect-sanders-sides]

Logan: I somewhat require a hug right now. However, I would rather perish than let people know that I am indeed a human being that craves intimacy.

Patton, from the other side of the mindscape: *GASPS* ONE OF MY CHILDREN NEEDS A HUG!

[arrestjellyfish]

Uhhh....17 (whispers) with Platonic Moxiety? If that's Oki?

From this October prompt list! I am still taking requests!

oOo

Title: Tender Loving Scare

Summary: Best friends Virgil and Patton want to scare their university housemates the night before Halloween. The closet isn’t as big as it looks.

Word count: 2.4k

Content warnings: Swearing, claustrophobia, panic attack.

Also on AO3!

oOo

‘Ow, ow, ow!’ Virgil whispered as his foot was suddenly crushed.

‘Whoops, sorry!’

‘Can’t you move over a bit?’

‘I’m trying, kiddo.’

The weight was lifted from Virgil’s foot only to immediately drop back to his toes. Virgil sucked in a pained breath and stumbled back with his free leg. Something large, clunky, and very painful met his knee. The vacuum, probably.

‘Pat, you’re stepping on me,’ he hissed. With a light shove on his friend’s arm - at least it felt like his arm - his toes were finally released. He wiggled them in his sock, wincing at how they ached.

Then there was the sound of rustling fabric and metallic screeches that made Virgil want to cover his ears. If only there was room to raise his arms above his torso. 

Patton’s huffy chuckles made the swell of frustration in Virgil’s chest dissipate. ‘The closet sure looked bigger from the outside, huh? It’s like a reverse TARDIS!’ Then Patton clearly stumbled again, going by his small gasp and more screeches, presumably from the hangers on the coat rail. ‘And I’m sure getting TARD-of-IS,’ he mumbled after the noises had settled.

As usual, Virgil couldn’t contain a snort at Patton’s pun. He took the opportunity of Patton leaning further back to lean down a little and wrestle something from where it had wrapped around his ankle. A hose? A cable? It was hard to tell in the darkness. The pitch-black darkness. Virgil gritted his teeth as he breathed out slowly.

It was only a dumb closet, it was fine. There wasn’t anything sinister in here. There was a vacuum that should have been replaced weeks ago, some of Logan’s old Bachelor’s Degree textbooks, Roman’s lacrosse gear and painting easel, Patton’s French horn, Virgil’s SFX makeup box (he should really get that out ready for tomorrow night). No murderers, no monsters, no demons. The only things in here with ill intention were the two university students wanting to jumpscare their housemates.

‘Maybe we should’ve taken some of this shit out first,’ Virgil grumbled under his breath. He was more than a little incensed at the cable that snaked around his foot and the darkness that swallowed him whole and the walls that wouldn’t let him stretch or move or breathe.

‘I dunno, these coats are a pretty nice cushioning for me,’ Patton’s voice mused. In quick succession, there was more shuffling, a strained creak, a metallic clatter, and a muffled thud. Virgil’s feet were immediately swallowed by a mound of heavy fabric, all the way up to his knees.

‘Did you just break the coat rail?’

Patton replied from the floor, wheezing, ‘I think it broke me.’

Finding Patton’s hands and hauling him up to his feet was no easy task, not least because of the other boy’s weight and the complete lack of visual aids, but Virgil managed. On account of the floor now being covered in jackets and scarves and a large metal pole, their space was even further limited. It forced them closer together, Virgil’s cheek being pressed up against Patton’s shoulder and Patton’s arm and leg needing to wrap around him slightly to keep balance.

And that was okay, really. A year ago, this closeness to another person would no doubt have sent Virgil into a downward spiral of overthinking and hyperventilating. Though since moving into this accommodation several months ago, he had come a long way in being comfortable with being close to his friends.

Even the idea of being friends with his new housemates would have baffled Virgil all those months ago. But he had soon found Logan’s monologues and structured routines and soothing words to be comforting and grounding. He had soon found Roman’s improvised singing and witty nicknames and melodrama to be amusing and endearing. Though it was Patton who had been the first one Virgil had felt truly comfortable around, the first one Virgil had allowed to see the real him. The first one in Virgil’s whole life who he could call a friend.

It was an unlikely pairing, he was sure everyone knew. Virgil had been so moody and so quiet and so, so emotionally closed off. Whereas Patton was so bubbly and so loud and so, so emotionally open. He couldn’t change who he truly was - and he was learning not to want to anyway - but Virgil had learned a great deal from Patton over the past few months. Namely, he finally felt comfortable expressing his emotions (his real ones: fear and giddiness and confusion). He finally felt comfortable asking for help when he was stuck. And, though he still struggled to outright ask for it, he finally felt comfortable accepting Patton’s physical affection.

When Patton had first started bestowing friendly touches upon him, Virgil had always tensed. Not in discomfort, but in shock, perhaps, that Patton would willingly be close to Virgil, so close that they shared physical contact. It became easier to accept it over time, and with that came the urge (as yet unspoken) for more friendly touches. Each time that Patton squeezed Virgil’s wrist during stressful visits from the landlord meant that Virgil wished Patton would wrap an arm around him when they chuckled at Roman rehearsing for his comedy skits. Each time that Patton absentmindedly stroked Virgil’s hair during their Disney movie marathons meant that Virgil craved for Patton’s warm embrace and thumping heartbeat against his cheek as Virgil struggled to breathe in, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four…

So it was not the intimacy that made Virgil’s breath stutter as he was pressed into Patton’s side in the closet. No, the intimacy was fine. Welcome, even.

It was the stifling heat of the enclosed space as their breaths bounced off each other. It was the impossibly heavy coats working like vices around his ankles, seeming to drag him down like quicksand. It was the all-encompassing, overwhelming, inescapable void of darkness that surrounded them like a black hole that crushed his chest and distorted his thoughts and sucked the breath from his lungs.

‘This was a dumb idea,’ he growled to hide the shake of his shallow breath. Why had he suggested this to Patton?

‘No, c’mon, Virgil,’ Patton pleaded, curling his arm around Virgil’s shoulders to squeeze reassuringly. It helped a little. ‘They’ll be back any minute, it’s gonna be great!’

Right, Logan and Roman would be back from their evening run at any minute. They would open the closet and Patton and Virgil would yell ‘Boo!’, as they had discussed, and the others would scream and then laugh and it would all be so very jovial.

Virgil’s shoulders tensed up to his neck. But what if it wasn’t? What if Roman was so pissed off that he decided he didn’t like Virgil anymore and convinced the others to stop talking to him? What if Logan was so startled he threw his running shoes at Patton’s head and gave him a concussion? What if Virgil was kicked out of the house because they all suddenly hated him? What if Patton got hospitalised?!

‘No, no, bad idea, bad idea!’ he frantically whispered, chest heaving with rattling breaths. The air was stale and humid and not fucking enough.

The arm around Virgil’s shoulders got heavier and fingers started massaging at his shoulder. He felt like it stopped him from floating away into the turbulent storms of his thoughts. ‘Hey, bud, look at - I mean, listen to me.’ 

Virgil scoffed at the slip-up but angled his head towards Patton all the same.

‘You wanna talk or count?’

‘Talk,’ Virgil croaked, fingers jittery and tapping at his thighs. He longed to wrap them tightly in Patton’s sweater but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not least because Roman had knitted it for his birthday and would probably kill Virgil if he warped it.

‘Okay, we’re gonna talk you through it.’ Patton spoke softly, his voice like a soothing comfort blanket to the blood rushing in Virgil’s head. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ 

That one was easy. ‘You could die!’ Virgil shrieked, his own panicked words reverberating around the small space and grating on his ears. From the sheer adrenaline of his panic, Virgil’s body spasmed and he spun around in place. There was a faint crash as the vacuum tipped to the floor and Virgil collapsed back into Patton’s chest.

Patton’s arms held him secure. ‘I… I’m gonna be super honest, I have no idea how you got from closet to death.’

It didn’t matter, Virgil didn’t care, everything was spinning. But he couldn’t see a damn thing, so how could it be? No, it was, it was!

‘Pat,’ Virgil whispered. He swallowed thickly (ignoring how dreadfully audible it was) and without a second’s hesitation, he threw his hand out blindly and gripped onto the first thing he could find. It was warm and it gripped back. Patton’s hand. Virgil squeezed it tighter and begged, ‘I really don’t wanna be in here anymore.’

There was barely a second’s wait between Virgil’s admission and his body being tugged and his feet being dragged across coats and hangers. Patton always was quick to act. 

They struggled past the collapsed coat rail and made it to the door. Right as Virgil’s free hand fumbled for the door handle, Patton stumbled over the vacuum and fell forwards with a yelp, their linked hands been yanked right along with him.

Both boys crashed into the unlatched door with a bang and tumbled to the floor. What little breath Virgil had managed to gasp into his lungs during the fall was promptly forced out of him as he landed on his front on the hallway carpet. Except didn’t the hallway have floorboards? Virgil opened his eyes.

Correction: What little breath Virgil had managed to gasp into his lungs during the fall was promptly forced out of him as he landed on his front on Patton’s chest.

‘Sorry, man,’ Virgil groaned, gathering the strength to push himself off from his friend.

‘Uh, boo!’ Patton yelped flinging one hand out dramatically. (His other was still clasped tightly in Virgil’s, and Virgil had no intentions of letting go anytime soon.)

The strange outburst made Virgil frown. ‘Bless you?’

‘No need for that when you’re already blessed by my glorious presence!’ a melodic baritone bragged.

There was only one person in the world conceited enough for that line. With a shallow sigh, Virgil rolled off from Patton to be met with the sight of Roman and Logan both looking down at them, shocked though clearly thoroughly amused.

‘When we told you guys to have fun while we were out, we didn’t quite think -’

‘Zip it!’ Virgil cut off Roman’s cheeky remark before it entered dangerous territory. ‘We were gonna scare you,’ he admitted, blushing a little at the realisation that they had failed quite pathetically.

‘I can’t say that I am scared,’ Logan chuckled, offering Virgil a hand to help him up as Roman mirrored the action with Patton. ‘Though the concept of walking in on our housemates being intimate - in the communal cloakroom, no less - was quite a disturbing one to behold.’

Thankfully, Patton giggled, so Virgil felt comfortable enough to allow himself to laugh a little too. They were both back on their feet by now and Virgil actually leaned against Patton’s side as they caught their breath. Roman and Logan were busy shoving their running shoes in the cloakroom and complaining about the broken coat rail.

‘If we were actually dating that would’ve been an awful way for them to find out,’ Patton said to Virgil with a cheery bounce to his words. He lifted his thumb from where their fingers were still interlinked to stroke over Virgil’s knuckle.

‘Would kinda be fitting though, right?’ Virgil muttered quietly so that only Patton could hear him. He was slightly shy about what he was about to do though still determined. With a glance to Patton, his lips twitched in a barely-concealed smile.  ‘I mean, we both just came out of the closet.’

The pure joy on Patton’s face, the shout of excitement, his constant stream of giggles, the way his eyes absolutely sparkled with pride - it made the whole ordeal worth it, in Virgil’s opinion. He would gladly be locked in a dozen closets if it meant he could see his best friend shine so brightly. Okay, maybe just two or three, but still.

‘Aw, yes! That’s my boy!’ Patton squealed in delight, using his signature Dad Friend Voice.

It made Virgil scoff and pretend he didn’t like it.

Then something wonderful happened. Patton’s soft, thick fingertips pressed gently into Virgil’s jaw and with one last breathy chuckle, Patton pressed a firm kiss to his cheek.

A dozen closets. Virgil would gladly be locked in a dozen closets for that. For the way his heart jumped and his cheeks warmed and his heart sang in the short moment Patton’s lips were pressed against his cheek.

‘You sure we didn’t walk in on something?’ Roman asked where he had turned back to them again. He looked and sounded a little wary.

‘Just bros being bros, Ro,’ Patton assured with utter sincerity, bumping against Virgil’s shoulder amiably.

Virgil did stumble a little to the side (Patton wasn’t all that aware of his own strength a lot of the time), though he giggled nonetheless. For the first time, he didn’t feel as though it was worth worrying about what others thought of him. What did it matter if Roman suspected Virgil and Patton were dating? They knew they weren’t. Perhaps Patton’s displays of affection were a little more pronounced with Virgil than they were with the others, but Virgil thought it must have been that Patton - being so intuitive when it came to emotions - could tell that Virgil needed it.

With a faint jolt in his stomach, Virgil leaned his head against Patton’s shoulder and sighed happily when Patton squeezed his fingers in return.

‘We’ll get them properly tomorrow,’ Patton whispered, voice laced with mischief and concealed giggles.

Virgil nodded, his cheek rubbing against Patton’s shoulder and offering endless comfort. He knew that intimacy didn’t work for every friendship, but it did for them. He enjoyed it and, going by Patton’s beaming smile, so did his best friend. And that was all that mattered.

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[merrickwccd]

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merrick was determined to find herself again. to be the happy go lucky girl she’d been even two months ago, to refuse to let herself dwell in the pain and heartache that would overwhelm her if she let it. the only way to help ethan, she knew, was to help herself. the way things were going, they were both about to shutter up in the room colette tended to avoid these days and waste away because no one took care of them. 

fletch was the closest thing she really had to a ball of sunshine. a best friend. her heart still broke when she thought about lulu, what had happened to her - what could have happened if merrick had been more proactive the last few years of their friendship - but she had people around her now. she had colette and madison, she still had holly ( thank god ), she had logan and ethan back, she had a brother, whom she spent most of her time with these days. 

and she had fletcher. 

her crush on him that had developed when they first arrived had disappointed into a warm friendship, a closeness and intimacy that she craved more than she wanted sugar. ( almost. ) she could relax with him, take naps in the clinic or at the foley house, jump on his back when they ran into each other at the park - she was comfortable with him, and at a time where she wasn’t comfortable with most, it was a relief. 

it had taken some work, but she’d managed to dig around enough to find out some of his favorites. to find cd’s and to find blank cd’s and a way to make him a mix that was perfect for him. her preferred way of showing appreciation. she’d brought her boombox - batteries found in an old house at the edge of town underneath a bed - and appeared at his doorway with a grin, eager to share her present with him. 

“okay,” she started when she bounded into the room still decked out as if the eldest foley would move back into it, “i made you something, but you have to promise to love it or i’m never going through this much work again.” 

[breanime]

hiyaaaaa could I get a Logan Delos with the prompts “Why are you staring at me like that?” “Because you’re beautiful.” and “fuck you feel so good” please and thank you :) 💕😩

warning: steamy

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“Logan,” you sighed, your head falling back against the pillow, “Logan…”

He smiled, his mouth warm on your center as his wide, dark eyes stared up at you. He loved being with you like this, loved seeing you come undone under his attentions, loved the way you sighed and moaned and squirmed when he touched and licked you.

Fuck, he loved you.

You were cumming, and Logan closed his eyes, lapping it up as he continued to suck on your clit, chuckling to himself when he felt your thighs close around his head, shivering as you did. Your hands were in his hair, pulling harshly at the strands just how he liked it, making him groan appreciatively at the end of his laugh.

He loved fucking you.

He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and watched as you came back down. Your bare chest was rising and falling rhythmically, and he licked his still wet lips, wanting to kiss between those perfect breasts of yours. He watched you, his hands still on your trembling thighs, as you tried to regain your composure.

“Logan,” you sighed his name out, and he felt his heart clench, “I need you.”

He laid his body down on top of yours, kissing you sweetly as his hands roamed the curves of your body freely. You were so perfect. He slipped his tongue in your mouth just as he pushed inside of you, and you gasped into his mouth. Logan pushed all the way inside of you, hissing at the sweet feel of you wrapped around him, so wet and warm. He pulled back a bit, rolling his hips and hitting all the spots that he knew you loved.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, “you feel so good, baby…”

Logan looked down at you; your eyes were closed, and your mouth was slightly open as you moaned. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to bring him closer—and he loved that. God, you looked so good like this. You felt incredible, yes, but the sight of you beneath him, open to him and him only—Logan would never get tired of that image. He had seen so many spectacular things in his life, so many breathtaking landscapes, innovating buildings, intricate technology that could change the world, gorgeous, dead-eyed models and socialites on their knees in front of him, but you… You were his favorite thing to look at, and as bored as he could get with the jet setting life of his and all of the things in it, he would never tire of you.

He was still staring, still inside of you, when you opened your eyes.

You blinked in surprise, an almost shy look in your eyes as you looked back up at him. “Why are you staring at me like that?” 

His answer was both immediate and genuine. “Because you’re beautiful,” he pushed deeper into you, making you gasp as he spoke, “and I just realized something.”

“Just now?” You asked, your hands digging into his back.

Logan laughed. “Yeah, just now,” he leaned down and kissed you, “I realized that you’re special to me.” He kissed your neck before pulling back, wanting to see your face. “Am I special to you?”

You stopped, and Logan did too. “You… You wanna do this now?” You asked. “When we’re fucking?”

He frowned. “Yes?”

You laughed, and Logan wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign. “Logan, of course you’re special to me—I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t!”

And… oh… That was true. All the lovers he’d had, all of the fake friends and gold diggers who’d been in and out of his life, you were nothing like that. You never wanted anything from him besides just… him. You were straight forward and honest in a way that fulfilled his cravings for intimacy and matched his own mindset. You were special to him—and he was special to you.

So when he kissed you again, Logan made sure to pour all of his affection for you into the kiss. His mouth worked against yours softly but firmly, and you sighed into him. His hands trailed down your body, holding and touching and caressing you with nothing short of reverence. There was nothing else to say, not now, at least. As far as Logan was concerned, the facts were simple: you were beautiful, you were special, and most importantly—

—you were his.

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