#his personal heaters💖

[sixpigeonz]

sapnap is teddy bear size while dream is blanket size and george gets the best cuddles all the time between them both

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 32

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: 👀

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You turn off the heater as you look one last time over the space. Everything's set away neatly as the falcon sits on oak leaves, its feathers carefully forged from the streaks of your brush. You're proud, you're so close to done and you've always struggled with following through. You'll be sure to tell Steve, you mean, Dr. Kemp at your next session.

Or tomorrow.

You catch yourself smiling at that thought. No, you shouldn't be so happy. He's your therapist. He's helping you. It's his job. But he said he's your friend, didn't he?

You close the garage door behind you and lock it. The TV blasts loudly from the front room and your mood quickly grays. You leave your slip-ons by the door and tiptoe towards the den. 

It's empty. Sports commentators sit around a desk talking about stats and numbers you don't understand. Andy isn't there. Only the empty beer bottles across the coffee table.

You go into the kitchen but don't find him there either. Is he upset? Maybe he went to bed.

You turn off the television and shut off the lights before you head upstairs. You pad up slowly, dragging your hand on the railing as you yawn. You'll make it up by cooking breakfast. For now, you just want to sleep. You hope some cuddling can placate him.

As you turn down the hall, you notice his room is open and the lights are off. Yet the door closer to you, the guest room where you used to sleep, is lit up. You near, your chest dropping as you hear the flutter of pages. 

You peek around the door frame and your lip trembles. He's not supposed to do that! Dr. Kemp said he can't do that.

You watch Andy as he holds your journal, scowling as he sits on the side of the bed. His shoulders slump unevenly as he curls his lips at the pages. He shakes his head and grumbles as he reads.

"Andy," you step into the doorway, "hey, that's mine."

You stomp towards him, your anger overriding any fear. You grab for the journal as he looks up at you, blue eyes cloudy and brow furrowed. He holds the book out of reach as he stands. You back-up as he towers over you.

"Is this yours too?" He shows the vibrator in his other hand, "hmmm," he slurs slightly as he looks down at the pages again, "'Dr. Kemp gave me a gift. I don't know if I should open it though. I don't know what to do with it…'" he curls a finger around the slender bullet toy and flips through the pages, reading more, "'Today Dr. Kemp taught me how to use the toy and relax. It felt good but it's hard to focus.'" He stops and swallows, "I tried but I couldn't think of Andy. It felt wrong."

He snaps shut your journal and flings it just past you, the force gusting against your side as you flinch. You whimper and back away. He was never meant to see that. Those are your personal thoughts. 

"Andy, that's my journal–"

"What? You still don't love me?" He lumbers forward, slightly off kilter, "you'd rather–" he shows the toy and clicks the button, "a piece of plastic!?"

"No, no, it wasn't… it's to help me so… so I know what to do. Dr. Kemp–"

"He gave you this. He gave you this and you didn't tell me," his voice grows louder and louder as you shrink smaller and smaller, "you won't even let me try to make you feel good."

He shakes his head, as if trying to escape some unseen veil. He whips the toy away from him, leaving a dent on the wall as the buzz stops and it bounces onto the floor. You fold your hands against your chest and retreat step by step.

"I'm scared, Andy," you sniffle. 

"And I'm hurt," he snarls and lunges for you.

You yipe and beat against his chest as he clutches your arms. He squeezes so tight you cry out. He's so strong you can't resist him. You push on his stomach, trying to wriggle free as he teeters around with you trapped.

"Andy, please, please, I never--I didn't mean anything. I was only… I was trying to be better. Like you want me to. Please, please," you put your hands on his thick arms, the strength cording in his biceps, "don't hurt me. Please. Please, I'll be better, I'll be better."

He stills, keeping his grip above your elbows. His long lashes flick and he scowls down at you, "you think I would hurt you. After everything I've done. You think I would…" his eyes glisten and he turns to grit his jaw at the wall. "You don't love me."

"No, Andy, I love you, I do," you babble. Just say what he wants. That's all you can do, "I do, please…"

"Then why are you so fucking scared?" He turns to you and grabs your chin, bending to look you in the eye. You squirm and grasp his wrist, on your toes as he nearly chokes you. "I've waited… I've been nice…" 

He turns with you almost dangling from his hold. Your feet drag on the floor as you stumble. You whine as he walks you back. You're dizzy with his force and the way he moves you so easily.

"Please," you croak.

"You wanna see what a real man is like," he shoves you so you hit the foot of the bed and land on your back, "not some stupid fucking toy."

He puts his hand to the front of his jeans and you gulp. Your heart pounds like thunder, vision flashing like lightning as the storm of horror consumes you. You push yourself up as he fumbles with his zipper.

"Andy, let's go to bed–"

"Shut up," he barks and pushes you back down.

You bite your tongue as you fall heavy again. You push yourself up onto the mattress, dragging yourself backwards away from him. He leaves his jeans open as he advances on you, staggering as he jostles the bed, climbing up on his knees.

He reaches for you and you turn, crawling away frantically, desperate to get to the edge. He grabs your waist and hauls you back, collapsing his weight on you. You writhe, clawing at the covers as they slip down from the bed.

You're stuck pinned beneath him as he breathes into your scalp. He smells like beer and spit. He suffocates you to a panic, the walls closing in and a fiery heat scalding across your flesh.

"And-dy," you whimper as he hooks his arm around your neck, forcing your head up as your arms flail across the bed, "Andy….please…"

"Shhh, baby, it's okay," he nuzzles your crown, "you wanna feel good. I'm gonna make you feel good. Huh?" He tightens his arm so his bicep presses against your throat, "or did you lie about that too?"

"N-no, please, it hurts," you sob.

"It won't hurt if you stop," he bends his arm until you can't breathe, jutting his chin against your skull, "stop fucking moving."

You freeze. His timbre alone is a threat. He puffs, the alcoholic taint curdling in your nose as he brings his other arm between you.

As he keeps his arm under your neck, he forces you to arch your spine, his nails scratching your lower back as he grips the back of your pants. You close your eyes as you quiver. You feel your chest tearing apart, your nerves pinging wildly, your entire being falling to pieces.

Love, love, they all say love before they hurt you.

He rips down the back of your jeans and growls. The force of it jerks your limp body. You try not to think as his hot breath slips down the side of your face.

He rolls the denim down, quickly tugging down your panties and baring your ass. You squeak as your naked flesh rubs against the vee of his open zipper. He pulls his hand away, leaning on one knee as he lifts his pelvis, feeling between your bodies.

He grunts and shifts, further bouncing the bed under you. He plants both knees and snakes his arm beneath you, keeping his other at your throat. He wiggles as he feels along your pelvis, nudging your legs as far apart as they can go against the denim.

He dips his hips down as you feel his tip along the curve of your ass. Your heart drums behind your ears, drowning out his raspy groans as his fingers frame your cunt and part your lips. You clench, bracing the bed as salty tears slip free and stain the blanket beneath. 

He catches his tip between his knuckles and jerks. He slides to your entrance and prods, tilting awkwardly until he can line up. He pushes, straining you dryly. He bucks, trying to force his way in and you shriek.

He grunts and tries again, the chafe sparking a fire inside of you. You reach back, grasping the slack fabric of his jeans as you keep your other hand fisted around the blanket. He thrusts again, grinding in another inch as you exclaim.

You babble and bawl as he rocks. You feel his frustration at the resistance of your body. You try to let him in, try not to feel and just let it happen. 

As he splits you, burying himself deep, you let out a horrid cry. Your head dangles over his forearm as you sob against the bedding and he puffs into the crook of your neck. He eases back slowly before sinking in again. Your squirming does little to deter him.

His nose tickles your temple and he bows down to kiss your cheek as he begins a tempo. Long, slow, and torturous. Each dip inside is worse than the last. 

"Baby, doesn't that feel good? Don't I feel good? Hmm, better than the toy?" He kisses your cheek again, "you feel good on me."

You gulp and choke on the eruption of tears. His groans and growls seep into you, his body rumbling with the delight he takes in your destruction. Your terror fades to disbelief and the well dries up, leaving you silent and staring.

"Tell me, honey, tell me I feel good. Tell me it's better." His hand creeps up to grope your chest as he pumps into you.

You shudder and turn your face down. You hide in the darkness of your eyelids. Your body is racked in agony and repulsion.

"Yes…" you utter as his arm loosens around your neck, "yes, it's…" you squeal as he ruts too hard, "good!"

"Mmmm, yeah, baby, this is what you want. You're just too afraid… this is what we need. Both of us…" he sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

He flattens you against the mattress as his pelvis claps against you. He keeps you arched awkwardly as he rams into you over and over. The tension tautens his muscles and he drops his head down to nibble at your ear.

This isn't happening. It isn't happening. It can't be. It can't. 

You repeat your denial over and over. Trying to convince yourself that this isn't real. That you can't feel a thing. 

You're not in your body. You're somewhere else. You're not there. Even if you are, it won't last forever. It will end and you'll be left to wallow.

Alone. Amber isn't coming to comfort you now.

🕊️

The world is foggy. You stare into nothing, your surroundings nothing more than shadows. You're in a void. You never want to think or feel again.

You won't cry. Not anymore. You have nothing left.

A footstep makes you wince. You can hear… him. You roll onto your side and whimper. You hurt everywhere.

You smell him on the pillow and the blankets. You reek of him. You realise then you're not in the same bed, you're in his.

His voice drones indiscernible outside the room as you hide beneath the duvet. His tone brings you back, him cooing as he carries you down the hall, laying you down, undressing you, touching you all over. Doing that again.

You suck in your lower lip and fight the tide rolling under the surface. He gets closer, you can hear him more clearly even if you try not to. The door opens and his shadow looms against the wall. 

"Thanks for checking in. No, she's okay. We went out for breakfast," he explains as you feel his gaze through the layers between you, "something upset her stomach, she's laying down." A pause, the garbled response from the phone speaker, "I'll tell her you say hi. She should be fine in no time. Yep, okay, doc, thanks again."

He sighs as he hangs up. He puts the phone down heavily and nears the bed. You feel it dip by your feet as he climbs up, crawling up your body as he tugs at your only shield. He peels away the duvet, slipping beneath it as he once more smothers you beneath him. 

"Mmm, honey," he holds himself over you as he urges you flat on your back, "you're delicious…" he kisses along your shoulders and across your chest, "beautiful, you know that?" He purrs, the tip of his nose sending chills through you, "you're a bad girl, keeping all this from me…" he pinch your nipple with his teeth and you squeak, "will you be a good girl for me, dove?"

You nod frantically. Whatever it takes to make him stop touching you. You'll do whatever he wants if it means he'll leave you alone. Maybe not forever, but eventually.

"Good," he kisses along your stomach, "that's all I ever wanted… to be good to you. To be good for you."

Your muscles tie and you lock your hands in fists. He descends your body inch by inch. You roll your eyes back, drifting into oblivion.

It's not forever. Nothing is.

[teamblck]

König headcanons

SFW but some are suggestive so MINORS DNI

heart banner by cafekitsune

• has a cleft lip on the left side

• uses so many emojis when texting

• “i love you schatz be home soon😘 🩷😁❤️💖💝💓🥰😍💕💌❣️”

• hates baths because he’s usually too big to fit in them comfortably and gets folded up

• i hc him to be around 6’5-6’7(i know his va said he’s 6’10, but his va also said that könig wouldn’t be interested in bigger people only thinner so i’m not listening)

• favorite flavor of ice cream is strawberry

• was raised by his grandparents and was an only child

• keeps his hair buzzed off

• HUGE cuddle bug

• whenever he’s home he’s attached to your hip

• gets so happy when you ask him to help you learn german (if you don’t already know it)

• gets homesick often and dreams of taking you to austria

• never had an actual relationship before but has had a couple of hookups

• doesn’t matter what size you are this man is picking you up all the time

• def does the the german stare

• has stretch marks (along with a ton of scars) on his body because of all the growth spurts he had as a child and teenager

• mutters the funniest comments under his breath

• i feel like he has had sex before but he doesn’t actively go out looking for it since he’s so committed to his job

• likes watching the rain

• ambidextrous

• listens to audiobooks

• a human radiator heater

• snores when he lays on his back

• cat person

• when he gets nervous or really flustered (like when he’s having sex) all he speaks is german

• has like 5 weighted blankets

• would buy an engagement ring like 3 months into dating

• hates air conditioning but complains about being hot all the time

• has no other forms of social media except pinterest

• 100% eats pussy for his pleasure

• EXTREMELY PROTECTIVE

• hates his living space being a mess so is constantly cleaning

• god like stamina

• blushes easily

• even if he food is nothing like what he ordered he wouldn’t say anything and just eat it even if he hates it

• love language would be physical touch and quality time

let me know if you have any feedback!

[bellafragolina]

You know i am a sucker for thiiis!!!ñ forgive meee!!! Warden Ingo with a bebe?! UnU cute father Bebe moments because you know i want this man to be a dad 😭💕💖✨️

I think we all love papa ingo, but your delightful au and the idea of Ingo parenting a child <3

But instead of just ONE child, why not three?

Reader is referred to as “Appa” here to stay gender neautral

🍓🍓🍓

It’s morning. Early, early morning, and you’re cold. Your personal heater has left the bed, so with a pout, you peek your eyes open in search of the man, ready to drag him back to bed.

Ingo is sat on the floor, illuminated by soft sunlight. His legs are crossed, he’s shirtless, bent forward as he coos and hushes the babe cradled in his hands. You can’t tell which of the three babies it is from your angle.

“Kudari,” Ingo hums, his low whisper answering your question, “Appa is still sleeping. Papa’s here, Papa will cuddle you.”

Kudari, as you now know, whines in protest. Ingo shushes his son some more, rocking him some more and bringing the baby closer. From the nearby cribs, you hear another cry, loud and echoing through the hut. Nobori is awake now too.

Ingo looks towards the crib, poised to go handle his loud son, but you’re already standing. He jolts as your hand brushes his warm shoulder, but doesn’t say anything, still rocking the whimpering Kudari in his arms.

Nobori blinks up at you with sad, silver eyes. He reaches with pudgy arms, knocking Keiko as he goes. She sleeps on, uncaring of her brothers agony to have woken up without parents nearby.

You carry Nobori over to where Ingo sits, and the babe calms once in the presence of his brother and father. Ingo looks at you with soft eyes, cradling Kudari in one arm, the other reaching for you. His fingers, rough and calloused from climbing mountains and handling Pokémon, brush so softly against Nobori’s furrowed brow, easily relaxing the baby.

“I love them.” Ingo murmurs. He pulls back, and lifts Kudari up, pressing a firm kiss to his head. Kudari makes a babble of noises, all seemingly curious instead of sad this time. “All of them.” He bows and kisses Nobori’s head next, making the baby furrow again. You both just chuckle. “Keiko, Nobori, Kudari, they’re all perfect.”

“Of course they are.” You tease, bringing Nobori up for your own kiss to his cheek. He pushes at your face, confused. “You made them.”

Ingo flushes brightly. “Not alone.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead before resting his head against yours. You both admire your squirming sons, listening to them and Keiko breathe in the soft morning. “You helped so much. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, with a kiss to his nose. “We all do.”

And with that, all three babies start to cry, hungry. Ingo jolts, carefully pressing Kudari into your free arm while he races to get his poor baby girl.

You just laugh, carrying your boys back to the bed while Ingo comforts Keiko and grabs the milk kept in the ice box.

It’s funny, watching him bounce around as he holds three bottles. He constantly has to give his daughter kisses else she wails, and her cries hurt him so, you know it. Still, he manages to return to the bed with all everything, Keiko included, not being dropped in his fatherly panic.

The five of you lie down, you and Ingo warming the bottles as your babies whine and cling to one another as they always have. Ingo kisses each of their heads, watching your coax them into eating with tired, dopey eyes.

Your stroke his hair. There’s time to sleep in a little today.

🍓🍓🍓

He’s a good boy! A wonderful father <3

Hope you enjoy!

~Renee

[iguessigotta]

Thinking about sitting by the fire with Benjen 😭 💖

You two used to sit here often, his hands running up and down your arms to keep you warm. He'd chuckle lightly every time you shivered, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. The fireplace wasn't entirely needed - he ran so warm you used to call him your own personal heater (the first time you called him that, the loveliest shade of pink crept across his cheeks. You'd grinned as he graced you with a breathy laugh and opened his cloak, inviting you in).

Now, though, it's you warming him. Ever since he came back to Castle Black (while helping cover patrols atop the wall, you'd spotted him lingering at the edge of a nearby copse of trees, firing an arrow into the ground near his feet when he turned to leave. He'd spun back towards the wall, his eyes snapping up to you with an eerie precision) he'd been...different. Not in attitude - though he was a bit more sullen - but his appearance and body temperature. You couldn't put your finger on what it was about him that looked so different (a lie you repeated to yourself when really you knew - he looked like a frozen corpse.) The thought made you shudder. You couldn't imagine being so thoroughly frozen, inside and out. You've brought yourself to tears a few times, trying to wrap your mind around his suffering.

So. Now. The two of you sit in front of the same fireplace you'd sat at so many times before, atop furs and wrapped in an absolutely massive blanket (a handmade gift from Sansa, for "Uncle Benjen and his Caretaker". The playful jab made you laugh upon reading it, having already wrapped yourself in the blanket, grateful to know someone as kind as she has always been) He leans into you, exhaling as another shiver runs through him, his cold breath leaving goosebumps on your neck. You run your hands across his back, up and down his arms. You rake your fingers through his hair, brush them against his cheeks. Occasionally he catches your wrist to tug your hand to his lips, placing a kiss there so gentle it nearly makes you sob. You hold him tighter each time, swearing to whatever gods might be listening that you will find a way to help him.

At the moment though, the two of you are exhausted, content simply holding and being held.

You warm him.

[laurenairay]

16 with Nolan Patrick Please!!! Thank you, absolutely adore your writing 💖

You are so sweet Kayla! I love writing Patty, so thank you for requesting him to finish out the birthday prompt list!

“What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away”

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Waking up alone wasn’t an unusual thing, not really. But what was unusual was the fact that your boyfriend Nolan had the day off today, so you knew he should still be curled up by your side. The two of you had plans to spend the day together, reconnecting after days apart, and him not being next to you made you frown.

Even his side of the bed was cold.

And now that you were waking up properly, with the combination of the air con and the early morning, you felt a chill slowly creeping over your bare body. That wouldn’t do. What the hell Nolan?

But it didn’t take you long to realise where he’d disappeared to. As you got out of bed and pulled on your discarded pyjama shorts and t-shirt, you heard some clattering down the hallway as well as quiet grunted curse. The kitchen? Yes, definitely the kitchen. With a yawn and a quick run of your fingers through your hair, you left the bedroom to find your boyfriend. Just as you’d thought, he was standing in the kitchen, his back to you, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and an ancient sleeveless t-shirt, clearly picked up from the floor just you’d dressed yourself too.

“Good morning handsome,” you called out, walking slowly into the room.

Nolan turned to face you, lips parted in surprise before he smiled, ducking his head to peck your lips sweetly in greeting as you reached him.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My personal heater went away,” you said simply.

Nolan laughed softly as you snuggled into his side, your hands slipping under this threadbare shirt to rest on his bare skin. Hm, much better. This guy was better than a hot water bottle in front of roaring fire, that was for damn sure.

“Any chance you can go back to bed so I can finish making you breakfast?” he mused.

“You were making me breakfast in bed?” you asked, a little taken aback.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” he shrugged, huffing out a laugh.

Oh that sweet boy.

“I can absolutely go back to bed,” you grinned.

“Don’t make this into a big thing,” he groaned.

“Too late!” you shot back, grinning even wider, “You are a romantic, Nolan Patrick, and I’m not going to let you pretend otherwise.”

Nolan shook his head in amusement, leaning down to press his lips softly to yours before you could walk away. You froze in place, melting a little into his gentle kiss, needing a moment to get your breath back when he pulled away.

“Romantic. Down to your bones. Damn,” you murmured.

He just laughed, cheeks flushing pink as he smiled to him, clearly pleased with rendering you useless.

“10 minutes, I promise,” he mused, “Then I’m all yours for the day.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said, smiling up at him.

You leant up to peck another kiss to his lips, before turning and leaving the kitchen once more.

“Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave!” he called out after you.

The sound of your laughter filled the apartment. That was more like it.

[tortoisebore]

time after time (because its a funny name) approximately 3 years 2 months and 19 days into the future s'il vous plait

specific & unusual asks game!!!

eeeeeeee 🤭🥹😊💞☺️✨💓 this is gonna be very short and purposefully a little vague bc i don’t want to spoil the epilogue but here’s a quick and fluffy little callback to a particularly sappy and mildly angsty moment in chapter 6, three years, two months, and 19 days later 💞💓💕💖💗✨💞

The end of January brought a biting cold that seemed to embed itself into Sirius’ bones. The commute to work had become more of a waddle to the subway down the street, hopping down the stairs and straining to get his arm high enough to scan his MetroCard around the layers and layers of sweaters and jackets and scarves wrapped around his body. Winter in New York meant looking ridiculous, sporting frizzy hat hair four months out of the year and sweating under two puffer jackets to keep the chill out on the way to work, but it was a small price to pay to live in the city again, happier and lighter outside of the looming threat of being sent back to Lenox Hill.

The problem now was that he woke up freezing, curled into a ball under the heavy duvet at seven in the morning on a Saturday he was supposed to be sleeping in. Watery gray light filtered in from the windows on the other side of the room as he squinted one eye open, frowning at the empty space on the right side of the bed and grumbling unhappily to himself. That’s why he was awake two hours early; his big and tall and gorgeous—and usually very cuddly—personal heater was gone.

That simply wouldn’t do.

Sirius slid out of bed with a list of demands ready to go. It’d been a long fucking week, what with the new exhibit opening and trainings at the rink in Brooklyn every other night, and Remus had promised a relaxing weekend after Sirius had stumbled home exhausted from the opening on Thursday night. A relaxing weekend did not call for waking up by himself, let alone by himself and cold, and his sleep-muddled brain was was ready to argue about it.

He shuffled down the hall with what he was sure was a comical kind of frown, stopped in the doorway to the kitchen-slash-dining-slash-living room and spotted the culprit there at the table. He was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously for a moment before sitting back with a huff, squinting at the screen, and Sirius wanted to smile. Of course Remus was up working, he was always working nowadays—writing papers and prepping for exams, meeting with his thesis advisor once a month and worrying to Sirius about it over the phone immediately after. Sirius had gotten very good at soothing his thesis-related anxiety, whether that meant talking him off the proverbial ledge or making him close the laptop and go the fuck to sleep, and his Remus-attuned instincts were telling him this was a go the fuck to sleep kind of moment.

And if that meant Sirius got another couple hours of nice, warm sleep himself, well that was just icing on the cake.

He padded through the living room, dodging the giant armchair that was definitely too big for the space but Remus argued was too soft and comfortable to get rid of, and wedged himself against the wall behind Remus’ chair. He bent over a bit to slide his hands around his shoulders, tugged him back and pressed his nose to the blissfully warm skin of his neck.

Remus turned his head a bit in surprise—he’d been too busy reading what Sirius could now see was his open thesis draft to notice he’d been coming—and leaned back into him, took one of his hands and muttered “Hi, baby,” against his knuckles. “You’re up early.”

“Cold,” Sirius mumbled, refusing to remove himself from the delicious heat of Remus’ skin for even a moment.

“You’re cold?” Remus asked, a fond little smile in his voice that Sirius had memorized the shape of a long time ago.

“Too cold without you.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus said through another kiss to his knuckles. “I just have to send this back for review by eight, I was coming right back.”

Sirius grumbled something incoherent even to his own ears, gave a light, displeased scrape of his teeth to his neck and said, “Come now, ‘m tired.”

“Hold on just a second,” Remus said, drawing little shapes on the back of Sirius’ palm to try and soothe him into patience. “Let me save it and send this email.”

Sirius supposed that was reasonable, but he made sure to voice his complaints at being kept waiting in the form of squeezing Remus tighter and mumbling vague threats against his neck. Remus just smiled, took Sirius’ promise to throw all of his clothes into the street in stride because he was a saint, and only reread his email twice before hitting send and closing his laptop.

“Okay,” he said, tapping Sirius’ arm twice in an attempt to get him to let go. “Come on.”

“You come on,” Sirius mumbled, holding him tighter, and Remus snorted a laugh before he got with the program and wormed out of his chair with Sirius’ arms still locked around his shoulders. Sirius realized quickly that he had miscalculated a bit, and when his feet threatened to leave the ground when Remus stood up straight, he moved his grip around his middle instead.

It was better, he decided as he pressed the side of his face between Remus’ shoulder blades, hands tight around his waist to feel a breathy little laugh vibrate against his ribs as much as he heard it. Remus’ hands circled his own as he started a shuffle back across the room, and Sirius smiled against his back as he was led back to bed.

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—COMFORTING THE STUDENT series.

WRECKER/GN READER

WARNINGS: JUST A MENTION OF ANXIETY 💔, BUT PURE COMFORT&FLUFF 💖. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF READER.

EVER BEEN STRESSED AS A STUDENT? WELL, JUST IMAGINE IF YOUR BB BOYFRIEND CAME TO THE RESCUE. THAT'S THIS.

Wrecker was bored to hell; you could tell by the way he sighed and his eyes moved distractedly across the room. He had been dying to see you after his last mision –as had you–; quickly packing his bagpack and saying his goodbyes to his brothers before making his way across Coruscant's traffic to get to your apartment. You had both spent a pair of hours just talking and kissing, enjoying being together at last; after that, though, you had to go back to studying –unfortunately–, and even though you had given Wrecker your datapad so he could watch something in the meantime, it was clear he couldn't stand being like this much more.

He was the sweetest guy ever. You had been hesitant of meeting up at that time in the early afternoon; sugesting it might be better to just see each other at dinner. You hadn't wanted to make him wait for you while you did your studying –and you really couldn't postpone that any longer–; but he had insisted he'd gladly give you time, as long as he was allowed to finally see you face to face and kiss you. So that he had; patiently waited for you for two hours straight after your heartfelt reunion.

Luckily for Wrecker, you didn't think you could keep studying any longer without taking a break. You could feel anxiety creeping in; so you closed your textbook before it grew bigger and took some minutes to just breathe. You've learnt to control it with time. You also closed your eyes; focused in yourself.

"Mesh'la?" His strong voice called your name in what you could tell was his best attempt to whisper.

You opened your eyes and looked at him. He had a deep frown etched on his face, confused by your sudden heavy breathing and your little zen moment.

"Are you alright?"

He had just enough time to finish the sentence before you were walking across the room and wrapping him in a hug without saying a word. He stayed paralysed for second, surprised by the sudden gesture; but quickly returning the embrace and humming against you.

"I'm just stressed" you finally answered, nuzzling your face further into the space between his neck and chest. "I've got so many things to study yet and I'm afraid of not having the time to learn them".

Wrecker nodded in understanding and caressed your hair.

"Well, if someone can do it it's you, lovely. You're the second most intelligent person I know. After Tech, of course".

The comment makes you smile against his warm skin. He's always so warm; your personal heater.

"Nobody can compete with Tech" you chuckle, feeling better with the cuddling you're still involved in, and Wrecker laughs too, his chest rumbling along.

"Yeah, fucking smart ass. I'm grateful you're not that intelligent though. I already feel silly compared to you".

You know he's not saying it with any kind of ill. He's definitely not calling you stupid; and he's not begging for compliments either. He's always honest in an almost innocent kind of way. You really like that about him.

You pull away just a tiny from his embrace in order to lock eyes with him. You're sure the love you feel for him is clear in your gaze.

"You're not silly even compared to me. It's normal I outstand you in what I'm studying; that's what my choice is. You know way better than I do about mechanics and stuff like that. Even cuissine" you add, as an after thought, just for the purpose of see him smile and laugh. You succeed.

"Mm. You know, that just reminded me what I can give you so you feel a tad better. Just give me a second" he asks, and you let him go reluctantly with a smile of your own.

Wrecker dissapears to the entrance of your apartment, where he had left his backpack before, and brings you a small paper bag that you waste no time openning up.

"Chocolate cupcakes?"

He nods with a sudden enthusiasm that makes your heart melt.

"I bought them on my way here" he explains. "I was waiting to bring them out after dinner, as dessert, but i think you deserve some right now".

You softly kiss his cheek; and inmediately smile and kiss his lips too when he turns his head and silently demands a proper one.

You take a bite of the first cupcake; offering him some too. He seems hesitant to accept.

"You know I'll get addicted and want to finish the whole thing too".

You shrug and kiss him again; answering inches away from his lips.

"And you know I prefer seing you happy than finishing this".

Wrecker gives you a warm smile and takes a big bite of the cupcake, a little happy groan following it; his other hand gently caressing the side of your body without even realising it. He's always wanting to touch you; consciously or not. He looks up at you and sighs.

"I love you" he reminds you, adoringly.

You pass your thumb over his bottom lip to wipe some chocolate away and reply.

"I love you too".

THE END.

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THAT'S OUR SPIN ON OUR BOY WRECKER! IT CAME OUT A LITTLE SHORTER THAN THE REST, BUT IT'S JUST A LITTLE ONE-SHOT IDEA SO I HAVE NO INTEREST IN MAKING IT A LONGER PIECE. WE'VE ONLY GOT ECHO AND CROSSHAIR LEFT!

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT!

I'M TAKING REQUESTS AND PROMPTS.

XX,

Sky.

Back to my masterlist here!

[afoolandathief]

14 & 60 for the OTP asks? :)

From this OTP ask game 💖💘💝

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

I'll do this for Jade and Caz in Something Wicked (either as friends or something more, your choice). You know how two smart, capable, maybe even overpowered people can suddenly have one shared brain cell when paired? Yeah that's them. But at the same time, they also support each other so well and I love it. Caz often picks up on things that are making Jade uncomfortable and encourages her to speak out about them (even if it's just asking for eggs to be cooked through at a diner). Meanwhile Jade is pretty much his rock when he's spiraling out of control.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

I'll do this for my OT3: Loki, Angrboda, and Sigyn in Those Horrid, Horrid Things. Angrboda runs cold while Loki runs hot so they've kind of always been her little space heater, but with Sigyn in the mix the two get a little ... possessively cuddly with her.

Since the school dance, Loki had slept tucked between their wives, sometimes switching places so both they and Angrboda could wrap around Sigyn — as if she’d float off if they didn’t hold onto her.

Also in Something Wicked, Caz will climb on top of whoever he's sleeping with and starfish his 6'4 ass across the entire bed. Sleeping is his favorite it's the closest he'll ever get to death.

[hamatos-talk]

I'm quite comfortable here so i don't mind being a personal heater *pats his head and kisses his cheek* you're so cute 💖

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*blushes, churring louder, kissing your cheek* Thanks, sunshine...

[sheyshen]

Tall strong Varian does not exist

And such a shame that he does not, for surely if he did then I would have been swept off my feet by now and pulled into his strong embrace where I can run my fingers through that stunning hair of his and shower him with love and affection and we could have many beautiful babies together.

Sadly Shey also doesn't exist so there goes my other option of having a gorgeous personal heater of a partner to also love and adore.

What can you do, guess they'll have to be in love and not real together. 💖

[justafairytailofinnocence]

I'd love to see Jacob or Edward with an ADHD girlfriend. On a rough day (some days with ADHD I can't sit still. I feel like my body is buzzing) she'd just want to listen to the rain outside with soft music playing with her head in her boyfriend's lap and a weighted blanket. His hand toying with her hair as they just lay together. 💖😍 If this is something you can do thank you!

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

I wasn't sure if you wanted a headcanon so I decided to make this into a oneshot.

Edward x ADHD reader x Jacob🐺👧🦇.

A girl's comfort🔥

Y/n wasn’t having a good day, her hair was in a mess and her clothes were dripping wet. She didn’t like the wet feeling; the water would drip onto the floor and the coldness would still linger. Y/n came home from work to see Edward and Jacob sitting on the couch both worried about her. “Why don’t you back off blood sucker, she doesn’t even want you” Jacob growled “I can’t, I’m drawn to her, you’re not the only one who loves her Jacob” Edward whispered back. You walked through the door hoping they wouldn’t see you; it was hard sometimes since y/n often couldn’t sit still, y/n would shake her leg or sometimes move positions. Edward and Jacob had been around her from the beginning, Edward had grown attached to y/n and Jacob was in love with her.

Y/n had turned to the boys, Edward had stood up and glided to her “Y/n, are you alright” he spoke calmly. “E-Edward don’t worry about it” y/n replied shivering, Jacob growled and grabbed her hand “Y/n, I was worried about you, tell me your alright” Jacob had always been over dramatic with her. Y/n asked quietly to the boys “I, I need a blanket, I want to feel warm” she sunk her head into Edwards chest. Jacob without hesitation glanced at Edward “Go on blood sucker, you heard her, she needs to feel warm”. Fine, but don’t-“ Edward glanced at y/n, he didn’t want to start fighting.

Jacob glared at Edward but at least he got to be close to y/n “so guess I’m your personal heater now” he laughed. Y/n snuggled into Jacob’s warm body, all she wanted was to be in her fuzzy Pyjamas made of wool and wrapped in a blanket. Jacob allowed her to change at least, Edward was busy setting the mood by playing calm music and activating the fire place. “Edward, what time is it” you felt tired, you couldn’t stop yawning and feeling drowsy. Edward snuggled beside y/n, looking at her dreamily “Y/n, we’ve all had bad days, believe me even Carlisle does too”. Edward stroked y/n’s hair; she was lying down on Jacob’s lap for warmth. Jacob hated Edward with all his heart, but he agreed that the two had to work together for y/n’s happiness. Y/n had sensory pleasures, often soft things or scents were enough to make her happy, sometimes many people didn’t understand what it was like to have ADHD. Y/n was happy that both Edward and Jacob were willing to do anything for her, they may fight at times but if y/n was safe that was all that mattered.

Everyone was settling down when Esme knocked into the room, she had made hot chocolates for everyone including Jacob.

Y/n was fast asleep, but the scent of the burning wood and chocolate filled her nose, it made her happy and joyful. Jacob and Edward both agreed just for tonight to make a truce, they would stay with y/n for the rest of the night.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

Oneshot requests: open

[softguarnere]

Hey there! Your writing is really good so far. Great job!

Can we get relationship headcanons for George and/or Shifty please? If you want.

Thanks 😘

Thank you anon, that's so sweet! 💖 Literally can't tell you how excited I was to finally have an excuse to write Shifty because he's so !!!!, ya know? And since I'm a super indecisive person by nature and can't choose between him and George, have some headcanons for both 😘

Dating Shifty Powers would include . . .

Not my southern upbringing about to jump out while writing this

Literally the sweetest and most gentle guy are you kidding me?

He definitely has so many nicknames for you, like Baby, Doll, Princess, etc.

He's a very touchy person by nature, but he understands that not everyone is, so sometimes he just kind of walks to the doorway of whatever room you're in like 🧍‍♂️❓until you give him the all clear to hold you

If you get cold easily then you're in luck, because this man is about to be your own personal space heater

You guys just really like spending time together, regardless of what you're doing

The way his face lights up the second you walk into a room is just so sweet, omg. He always looks so happy to see you

During the war, he loves to tell you stories about where he grew up, about his family, and all the things he wants to share with you when you guys get back to the states. And he's so excited to teach you things, like how to fish, how to noodle, how to find the best watermelons during the summer, how to stargaze

Sometimes he doesn't feel like himself anymore, because the war changed everyone to some extent. But when he can just be outside with you, laying in a field together or sitting under a tree in the woods listening to the cicadas, he feels like he knows exactly who he is

You might be new to his neck of the woods, but you feel like home to him

Dating George Luz would include . . .

He has the biggest crush on you, starting in Toccoa, and is determined that you will both make it through the war alive and well, even if it's just as friends

Before you start dating, you're in one of those will-they-won't-they situations where everyone is routing for you two to get together, but no one clues either of you in that you both feel the same way

Once you do become official, you try really hard to keep it professional so that you don't get into trouble, but you just can't help joking around with each other all the time

For all of his bravado and joking, the war takes it's toll on Luz, and sometimes you've just gotta hold him

Okay, hear me out: I've always had this HC that he's a sleep talker/sleep walker, and that's definitely an experience

Total mixed bag. Sometimes you wake up and hear him saying the wildest stuff, ranging from the horrifying time he was sitting up, pointing at the corner of the room asking you "Do you see them to?", to the time he rambled on and on confessing his love for you

You would have the most fun together after the war, though. There's really never a dull moment with Luz because you're always going on some kind of adventure -- even if it's something mundane, like going to the grocery store, it becomes an adventure

You know how a lot of people say that they married their best friend? Well you guys are the epitome of that, and getting to love your best friend that much is something that you guys never take for granted

It makes him really happy because you guys made it through the war together, in love and as best friends

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Pillow Forts

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is fully fluffy fluff and nothing else.

Summary: Peter and (Y/N) have a lazy day in, when Peter gets the perfect idea to build a pillow fort.

A/N: I really hope you guys like this one !! 💖💖 And if you like my writing please feel free to leave a request, I love doing them !! 💖💖

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Tugging the fluffy blue blanket closer towards her frame, (Y/N) twisted her feet together, trying to create a spark of warmth between them, already her missing her personal heater as she snuggled closer into his pillow, the bright light from her phone screen illuminating her face. A soft creaking noise drifted through the space, as the white door swung open gently, with Peter using his back to hold it open, hands full with two brightly colored mugs, making his way towards the girl who lay in his bed. The rich, chocolaty smell floating in the air made the edges of her lips curve upwards into a beaming grin, pushing herself to sit up, as she reached out and making grabbing motions with her hands, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend who plopped himself down next to her, handing one cup over to her. Leaning her face up slightly, she placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, making his skin go a light pink, before pressing her frame up next to his, nestling her head in the crook his neck, inhaling deeply, enjoying the scent of cinnamon and honey that he always radiated, while attempting to steal some of his body heat. She brought the warm mug up to her lips, taking a long slow sip, letting the steam brush past her face, almost as though it was de-frosting her, the thick, sugary liquid flowing down her throat, causing her to hum contently, as he curled an arm around her waist, pulling her closer while he sipped on his own toasty hot chocolate.

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Minutes later, the filled mugs were discarded on the tiny bedside table, only remains of thick, bitter chocolate left at the bottom. The pair had long since flopped onto the bed, lying closely to each other, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, bringing her body so close to his that they were almost pressed up face to face, allowing her arms to come between them so that they could rest snugly on his chest, as she tucked her head neatly in the crook of his neck. Turning slightly, she placed a grateful kiss on his sensitive skin, making him wiggle closer, sighing happily when her fingers found their way into his hair, combing out the knotted curls affectionately.

Switching his gaze back towards his phone screen, his fingers moved quickly along the smooth surface, swiping through social media lazily, until his eyes landed on a particular picture, promptly lighting up as he turned to face the sleepy girl attached to his side, exclaiming excitedly, "Baby, lets make a pillow fort". Startled by his sudden outburst of enthusiasm, she quickly jumped up, processing what he said, before giggling softly, "Sounds like a plan", mirroring his elated expression, eyes sparkling as she nodded her head.

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Standing side by side, the two stared down at the collection of 'building materials', as Peter called them, hands on her hips, she bit her lip, stifling the laugh that was growing in her chest when she turned to look at her boyfriend, his inner child unleashed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, deep in thought as he considered how to construct his fort. Sensing her amusement he turned tilted his head up to meet her gaze, a lopsided grin plastered on his face, "What ?", he spoke teasingly, inching closer to her, enveloping her in his arms, her fingers intertwined behind his neck, dipping his head down, their lips connecting, dancing gracefully with each other, as they closed the gap between their bodies. Breaking away, she took a moment to admire him, the way his soft, fluffy curls always fell over his eyes slightly, using a hand to push them back, revealing his warm, melted-chocolate colored iris, hand moving down to cup his cheek, gently stroking lovingly, a confused voice snapping her from her daze. "Baby, do you think it could have two floors ?", he wondered, looking at her quizzically, before turning back to the haphazard pile of fluffy cushions on the ground, making her burst out in laughter, tightening her grip on his neck, using his strong frame to support her weight as her knees grew weak from her laughter, yanking him closer to her. Confused, he felt his lips curl down into a pout as she began to look up, focusing on him again, "Baby", he whined, grabbing her hands in his, swinging them back and forth exasperatedly, at the girl who was chewing the inside of her cheek, hoping, but failing to wipe the wide grin on her face. Bending her head up to kiss his cheek apologetically, she raised her eyes to the ceiling considering his idea, "I would say no", she began, "But I'm terrible at Physics and you're amazing at it so why don't you tell me", she grinned playfully at him, as his pout quickly morphed into a satisfied grin.

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Carefully hooking the last string of fairy lights around the rough edges of the wooden chair, (Y/N) mindfully ducked her head under the light, translucent sheets, that formed a mock roof, slowly easing herself out from the fragile structure, spinning around to reach behind Peter's bed, fumbling for the power outlet, smirking triumphantly when her fingers landed on it. Flicking the switch on, she bounded to the front of the room, turning of the bright white lights, casting the room in a soft yellow light, the little LEDs blinking passively, resembling the stars that lit up the nights sky.

Hearing the doorknob rattle as it turned, she stepped to the side, allowing the boy to enter the room, smiling when she spotted the jumbo bag of chips crinkling loudly in his arms, reaching out to lift the cans of soda from where they sat, balancing dangerously in the corner of his hold, close to a devastating fall.

Eyes wide in awe, he admired the way the sheets were draped almost elegantly across the giant cushions he had stolen from the couch, leaving it bare and exposed- an issue to deal with later, held up by the sturdy wooden chairs at the front and end of it. Shifting his gaze to the girl next to him, he admired how her eyes sparkled as she admired the structure in the center of the room, lips curved into a beaming grin, quickly looking away, cheeks flushing a light crimson, when she turned to him, feeling the stare. Giggling a little she leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contently when she felt the slight weight of his against hers, "It's perfect", interlocking her free hand with his. Jokingly grinning down at her, he tapped at his chin theatrically, as though deep in thought, "I mean it doesn't have two floors, but I suppose it'll do", chuckling when she playfully smacked his arm.

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Sticking her hand in her backpack, she rolled her eyes when Peter's voice rang out annoyed, through all the layers of multi-colored and patterned sheets, "Baby! Hurry up!", he huffed, as she imagined the frown on his face, arms crossed like an upset child, the thought made her press her lips tightly together to stop the laughter stirring in her stomach. Glancing back to the fort, his shadow very much so evident, she deadpanned, "I can", in response to his impatience, "Unless you don't want to watch Back To The Future". Silence filled the air around them, as she waited to see if he had a sarcastic reply loaded in to come back at her, snickering victoriously to herself, as he replied, "Nevermind, babe", voice filled with slight fear and regret. Digging deeper into the canvas bag, pushing past the neatly folded clothes and scattered papers, notes she and Peter often passed around during classes, her fingers grazed against the familiar, cool surface of her tablet, promptly yanking it out.

Nestling the device in the curve of her elbow, she swiftly crawled back into the thin-walled make-shift room, turning her body so that she lay next to her boyfriend, tapping expertly at the illuminated screen, a small grin spreading across her face as the beginning credits began to play. Balancing the object strategically on their make-do table, a bucket with a blanket thrown on it, because of aesthetics according to Peter, she snuggled up into his side, allowing an arm to snake around his waist, smugly enjoying the way his hand reflexively ended up on her thigh, lightly rubbing circles into her warm skin, as she hummed contently. Her reaction making him smirk, before morphing into confusion and shock, as she aggressively reached over his body to snatch the bag of chips that lay on the ground, placing them in between their bodies, providing zero explanation except for exclaiming, "I see you trying to hide the chips", rummaging about in the bag, filling the small space with boisterous crumpling noises.

Still giving her a strange look, he watched as she proceeded to stuff a handful of the crispy, golden brown slices into her mouth, chewing ignorantly, sighing as her expression softened, she dug beneath the blankets at their feet, pulling out the cans of soda, handing one to him apologetically, causing him to chuckle lovingly at her. Leaning against each other, their feet tangled together, the pair fixated their gaze on the moving figures pictured on the bright screen, enjoying simple moments like these.

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Hours later, the movie had long since ended, the screen now darkened like the pitch black sky, the fairy lights above then casting a gently layer of brightness above the pair. She had flopped over into the boys lap, fingers caressing the edges of his wooly, navy flannel, eyes shut and relaxed, the blanket covering the lower half of her body loosely. Still sitting upright, Peter stirred as his body bent forward in an awkward angle, a hand tangled amongst her thick, mane-like locks, the other tucked into the bag of chips, now reduced to salty crumbs. Blinking rapidly, he tried raised a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, hissing as some of the flavoured powder fell in, making them water angrily. Clutching the edge of the worn sleeve, drying them off, sighing when met with cool relief, sight having adjusted to the dimness around him. Feeling the weight of a body on his lap, he tilted his head down focusing on the girl who remained in deep sleep on his lap, shifting slightly closer to his frame, searching for the comfort of his warmth.

Shaking his head as he affectionately chuckled at her, moving an arm to wrap around under her waist, using the other to support her head, tactfully forging a part out of the jungle of pillows and sheets they had created, heading towards the inviting mattress of his bunk bed. Laying her down carefully in one corner of the bed, he placed himself in next to her, tucking them under the fluffy comforter, smiling as her body instinctively snuggled up closer to his, resting her head in the crook of his neck, hot breath tickling his delicate skin, a hand sliding up to sit tenderly on his chest. He tugged her closer, closing any possible gaps between their bodies, intertwining their legs, while his arm curled around body, bending his head down slightly to gingerly place a kiss on the crown of her head, before carefully positioning his head over hers. The exhaustion of being awake all day washed over him, the muffled sounds of cars lulling him to sleep, eyes fluttering as he closed his eyes, grateful to have her and days like this.

[edwin-payne-enthusiast]

5asyjvhjjhzjz,,,,, logince fluff,,,, (prefferably with a focus on physical touch bc im weak but no pressure!!)

pretty please 💖💖

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Summary: Logan Evans' first ever relationship began in his senior year of college, after being asked out by Roman Mercia, a particularly charming guy in one of his classes. Unsurprisingly, Logan is rather unused to physical touch, especially in a romantic sense. Of course, Roman is willing to help.

Warnings: This gets a bit suggestive; it’s not smut or anything, just if that sort of stuff makes you uncomfortable then maybe avoid this

Word count: 2361

Ship/s: Logince (of course)

Notes: thank you thank you THANK YOU I have been DYING to write something like this for so long and your request brought me the exact motivation that I needed sdfghjhgfds. This is so incredibly self-indulgent. Enjoy! (also this kind of switches pov a little throughout so sorry about that in advance, I wrote this at like 4 am)

Logan Evans was very new to relationships. This fact didn’t surprise many of the people that knew him. He had always been reserved growing up, and even now, in his senior year of college, he still had trouble opening up to people, especially in a way that made sense for a romantic situation. So, Logan never had a boyfriend in high school, that didn’t bother him, then he didn’t have a boyfriend in his freshman year of college, again this was fine. He didn’t feel like he needed a romantic relationship to be happy and content within his life, he honestly would have been fine finishing college having never had a serious relationship before; it just wasn’t all that important to him.

That was until Roman Mercia, the unbearably cute boy he had been sitting next to in his modern literature class for the past year, had turned to him and asked him out after a lesson, a single rose in his hand and the most glowing, nervous smile he had ever seen on his face, and Logan found it impossible to turn the request down.

Their first date had been awkward, the second, a little less so, and the more time went on the more comfortable he and Roman became around each other. After their sixth date, Roman had asked if Logan wanted to be his boyfriend, and of course Logan said yes.

Now of course, Logan’s inexperience in the romantic area created some challenges for the both of them (some of which Logan didn’t want to admit, all of which Roman was willing to help with), and it was one night, about a month and a half after they started dating, that one of those aforementioned challenges presented itself.

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It had been cold all day, freezing in Roman’s opinion. The heater was turned all the way up to the highest setting, but the heater in Roman’s dorm was slow and cheap, and didn’t do much to provide any warmth. So when Logan came over to binge watch Disney movies with him that night (definitely not Logan’s first choice of movies, but worth enduring if it meant spending time with Roman), he was quick to pull out every blanket he kept in the small dorm, even offering Logan one of his hoodies, which the other man hesitantly accepted.

When they were both warm enough, and the movie queue had been set up, they both got comfortable on Roman’s bed and huddled around Roman’s laptop, all bundled up in blankets, only inches apart from one another, and pressed play on the movie.

They watched in a comfortable silence, disturbed only occasionally by Logan pointing out some inconsistency within the movie or by Roman singing along to one of the songs.

They were about three quarters of the way through the movie when Roman slowly leaned against Logan, sort of cuddling up to his side. They had been going out for almost two months now, but they were never really physical with each other, their hugs were quite brief, they had never kissed, had never spent the night together; the most they ever really did was hold hands.

That never really bothered Roman. Despite being quite an affectionate person, Roman was aware that this was Logan’s first ever relationship, and he wasn’t going to push him outside of his comfort zone before he was ready. He knew that Logan wasn’t used to physical contact in a romantic sense but even so, nothing prepared him for how quickly Logan tensed up at the touch. His back went rigid, the muscles in his jaw tensed, it was involuntary in a way that was so noticeable to anyone paying attention, and it made Roman’s heart ache at the way Logan just said nothing, despite showing those clear signs of discomfort.

Roman shuffled away from Logan again, putting some space in between them and looked at his boyfriend, concern clear in his eyes “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Logan didn’t say anything for a moment. He looked down at his hands, that tension still rippling through his body. He nodded slowly “I’m fine Roman” he responded after a moment.

“You’re more tense then I’ve ever seen you, you most certainly are not fine” When Logan still didn’t meet his eyes Roman paused the movie and gently shut the screen of his laptop so there was silence in the dorm.

For a few moments it was quiet, the sound of their breaths being the only thing filling the room. For those painstaking moments Roman studied Logan’s face with a deep worry set into his eyes, waiting for his boyfriend to say something.

Eventually Logan took a shaky breath “Please don’t be mad at me” was all he could manage to whisper out.

“Oh sweetheart no” Roman wanted nothing more than to pull Logan into his arms and hold him and reassure him as much as he could, but he wasn’t going to risk making him any more uncomfortable then he already was “I’m not mad at you, not at all”

Logan looked over at Roman and the mixture of disbelief and hesitancy in his eyes saddened him in such a worried way “You’re not?”

“Of course not. I would never get mad because of your boundaries” Roman reassured him with a gentle, concerned smile. Logan looked away for a moment and Roman resisted the urge to reach out for his hand “Darling, we don’t have to talk about it, but could you please tell me what exactly upset you, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable like that again”

Logan sighed and started fidgeting with his hands, still not meeting Roman’s eyes “I’m not… I’m not used to physical touch… at all. Growing up, I didn’t get a lot of affection from anyone really, you’re the first person to ever show me any form of affection that isn’t forced. It’s nice, it really is, but I’m very much not equipped to process the more physical side of things”

Roman nodded slowly, encouraging Logan to continue. He wanted his boyfriend to be able to share these sorts of things with him instead of bottling it up.

Logan paused for a moment, half anticipating a negative reaction. He took a breath and continued, "You're the first person I have ever been on a date with, my first boyfriend, my first relationship. And I want that; I want you to be my first everything, but..."

"You need time?"

Logan shook his head "I just... I need you to take it slowly. I want to hold you tonight, I want to kiss you tonight, I want to, um..." Logan blushed and shrugged, the words on the tip of his tongue embarrassing him just a bit too much to say.

Roman nodded “I understand. You don’t want everything at once, you want to just work up to it”

Logan let out a breath of air that he had been holding and nodded as well “Yes, that’s exactly it”

Roman smiled gently “Thank you for telling me. I’d hate to make you uncomfortable in any way, so if you want to start taking it slow now, why don’t you tell me what’s a comfortable starting place for you”

Logan looked over at Roman, meeting his eyes. He shrugged, a blush still dusting his face “Something… small?” he spoke almost timidly. It was so strange for Roman to see this side of Logan, he was usually so sure of himself, confident, but now he seemed vulnerable, unsure, nervous.

Nodding slightly, Roman reached over, gently taking Logan’s hand in his, scooting just a little closer while still leaving some space between them “Can I kiss your cheek darling?”

Logan took a breath and nodded. He felt jittery with nerves, but he knew Roman would be gentle and listen to what he needed.

Roman leaned forward, slow so that Logan could pull away if he wanted to. When he didn’t, Roman pressed a gentle kiss to Logan’s cheek “Remember if you start getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable you can ask me to slow down or stop whenever you’d like. I wont force you to do anything you don’t want to do” he spoke quietly, staying as close as he was to Logan.

Logan nodded “I know” he responded, he was still tense, but much less so now that he had voiced his concerns.

Roman waited for a minute or two, letting Logan adjust to the closeness in silence so as to not overwhelm him. After he had felt most of his tension subside, Roman pressed a kiss to his other cheek, then to his forehead, before beginning to trail his kisses down the bridge of Logan’s nose.

Soft laughter bubbled up from Logan at the sensation “That tickles” he said with a smile.

Roman kissed the tip of Logan’s nose and wrapped his arms around his shoulder. This was definitely closer than they had ever really been so far, but Logan wasn’t protesting or showing any signs that he was uncomfortable, which was good to see “How are you feeling starlight?”

Logan met Roman’s eyes, a soft smile adorning his face “Good. This feels nice” this was all so new to him, but it made him feel safe, cared for. He hadn’t felt like this before but it was a feeling he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

Another few minutes passed before Roman got a little closer so that there was less space between them and ran one his hands through Logan’s hair, tracing little circles on his back with the other. Leaning up once more, he pressed a kiss to his forehead “You’re so beautiful” he whispered under his breath as he cupped Logan’s face with his hand, gazing into his eyes with such utter adoration.

Logan felt his breath catch. He rarely ever received compliments so sincere, it was just another aspect of his life that changed when he met Roman. But now he was really listening, he felt everything that came along with, all the love he had for his boyfriend spilled throughout his body, making his face flush, his heart race, his lips pull into a gentle smile. He had completely and utterly fallen for him, and Logan wanted nothing more than to fall over and over again.

“May I kiss you?” Logan spoke without really thinking. He didn’t know if it was too soon, but he had never wanted to lean in taste Roman’s lips more than he did right now, and he was afraid that if he didn’t do it now, he would lose the confidence later.

Roman felt his own face flush and his stomach turn with nerves, but he leaned closer nonetheless “You may”

Though Roman had kissed his fair share of people in his life, he had never felt his heart jump the way it did when his lips connected with Logan’s. Never could he have anticipated such warmth that spread through his body at the contact. Both hands came up to cup Logan’s face as he moved closer. The kiss was slow, gentle, it stole the words he wanted so desperately to say right off of his tongue; I love you, I love you, I love you.

Logan pulled away for air and Roman chased his lips, not willing to let this moment end so soon. Logan leaned into the kiss, he wanted to drown in these feelings, for once he would rather embrace his emotions, he would rather feel. His thoughts were far away, only one really left in his dazed mind; I love you, I love you, I love you. Logan never wanted to stop feeling.

They continued for a while, the gentle push and pull of their bodies introducing them to the blissful comfort of each other’s presence. They shared laughter between their kisses, their breath mingling in the small spaces left between their bodies.

Roman was the one who pulled away after however long, stroking Logan’s bottom lip with his thumb “Is it all right if I go a little further darling?”

All Logan could do was nod rather enthusiastically, which made Roman smile.

He wrapped his arms around Logan's waist, pulling their chests flush against each other. Roman pulled away just a little to leave a kiss on Logan's cheek, then his earlobe, then just behind his ear.

Roman's warm breath between the kisses he had begun to trail gently down his neck and towards his collarbone was enough to make Logan squirm, but certainly not uncomfortably. Logan had never felt quite like this before, but he didn’t want this feeling to end, he never wanted to leave Roman’s warm embrace, he wanted to kiss him over and over again, to feel his warm breath cascading down his neck every night, to hold him, to be there with him.

As Roman’s kisses became more passionate, Logan’s hands found their way under Roman’s shirt and in his hair, tugging gently so he could have something to hold onto as Roman began sucking light marks into his skin of his neck, pulling small gasps from Logan.

And if he didn’t already know it, now he knew, he had fallen completely and inexplicably in love with Roman Mercia. Two months ago, he was just some guy in his modern literature class, now he was the man he loved, the only one he had ever loved, his first everything, his only everything.

“I love you” Logan whispered out into the cold air. The words felt heavy on his tongue but right. Like there was only one small answer to such a difficult question, and Logan knew exactly what that answer was; he had never been good with feelings, but tonight he knew.

“I love you too starlight” Roman mumbled back into the crook of his neck, his voice gentle and full of such meaning that it made Logan feel loved in a way that damn near brought tears to his eyes.

Logan Evans had never been great at relationships, but he was learning. Roman Mercia had never felt so deeply for someone before, but he was feeling.

Both had never fallen in love, both were falling.

[tsunderedoctor]

howdy purple burple :] hope you're doing well today

I was wondering if i could get some fluffy, as in overwhelmingly, drowning in fluff, for Ace, Marco, and Luffy :)

(just for a little comfort ask, i'm feeling a smidge down at the moment)

take care, purple :D

I'm so sorry you are feeling down!! Please remember, you are so lovely and amazing, if no has told you recently, I love you and want you around!! 💖💖💖 (also Purple Burple is so cute omg, I love it-!!) Reader is gender neutral

Babes Below~!

Portgas D. Ace

Ace is an affirmation lover! This means he loves to compliment you and express his love for you in his words! He doesn’t mind showing it in other ways if you prefer, but he will find himself thinking out loud about how much he loves you and is happy to have you in his life.

When it comes to showing his physical love, he likes to cuddle the most. Whether it be late afternoons when you two want to nap or even at midnight when you had a nightmare. He doesn’t mind, he enjoys the feeling of your body close to his.

Speaking of bodies! He is a portable heater due to his Devil Fruit, so if you don’t like the heat, too bad! If you prefer the heat however, than you’re in luck! 

Loves when you call him a good boy!! He got a lot of hate as a kid for being the Pirate King’s son, so hearing you praise him makes the man forget about all the negative names he had growing up. 

Marco the Phoenix

Now as for Marco, he enjoys spending time with you! He doesn’t mind physical affection or expressing how he feels, but the best time for him is when you two can do something together!

When cuddles are initiated, he’s the type who likes for you to lean against him as he has his arm wrapped around your body, a hand rubbing your back softly while he reads. Totally doesn’t mind if you fall asleep on him either! He finds it cute and will watch you out of the corner of his eye!

 If you happen to get sick, you now have a personal doctor at your beck and call! Despite his calm nature and smile, he really is worried about you and will make sure you rest and get the right nutrients in your body to fight the disease! 

Will take you flying if you ask him! Since his flames are a bit different (i.e they don’t burn/hurt), you can be safe holding on to his neck as he turns into his hybrid form. Likes to hear you gush about the view from above if you are not a flier/tall being, it also gives you a glimpse of the world he sees, almost as if it’s some metaphor of him letting you in his world!

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is a physical lover! He prefers hugs the most out of any of the touches! Though kisses are okay too! Will happily wrap his arms multiple times around your body as he laughs, telling you how comfy you are to him! 

He might not like to share his food, but for you, he will try! Offers you a bite of his favorite meat if you like meat! Actually it be super funny/cute if you didn’t, he just has this confused/lost look on his face as he contemplates life-

If anyone bad mouths you, do know Luffy has your back! He doesn’t like when people mock those he cares about, and that means you too! A good punch in the face with his rubber fist will teach them a lesson! After that, he will turn to you with a smile asking what the plans of the day are.

Sleeping with Luffy is tough! He tosses and turns a lot! He also sleep talks and sometimes sleep fights? He means well, but will have no idea he accidently kicked you in his sleep as he snores next to you. You could try tying him up, but due to his Devil Fruit, he will somehow find a way to get out of it-

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