cold heaters

//Aaaaah, so I got this idea for a little fic/drabble/whatever. It’s kind of just how Oda’s fem s/o is handling his death in the present time (four years after his death). She was three months pregnant when he was killed, and now she’s struggling as a single parent, still trying to get over loss and moving on. So, without further ado, read-

New Beginnings

The rain pelted the window, thunder shook the walls, and the lightning illuminated the room. It was cold inside, the heater having been broken for months. [Name] watched the rain roll in sheets on the glass panes, no emotion on her face. A picture sat in her lap, a Polaroid of her and someone ever so dear to her. Someone who’s face she could never hold in her hands, lips she could never kiss, hands she could never feel on her. Not any more, at least.

The door creaked open, startling her out of her daze. “Hajime, what are you doing out of bed?” 

He walked over to his mother, resting his head on her lap. “You’re awake, mommy.” 

[Name] sighed and ran a hand through his auburn locks. “But I’m an adult. I can stay up however long I want.”

He didn’t reply, and instead, tried to pull himself onto her lap. After some help getting there, he twisted his little fingers into the fabric of her shirt, burying his face in the cloth. “You were looking at daddy.”

A pained expression found it’s way to her face. “Yes, I was.” She picked up the photograph that had been moved to the mattress, holding it to where Hajime could see it. “You look so much like him, you know that?”

He nodded, taking the picture from her. “Our hair is the same.”

“And your eyes,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “You act like him, too. You’re smart and kind and honest.” 

There was no reply. [Name] placed a kiss on his forehead. “Say, what do you think about going to see Dazai tomorrow?”

He yawned, curling up against her. “Okay. We can go see Daisy.”

[Name] smiled slightly, picking him up and carrying him to his room. “Alright. I’ll call him tomorrow so we can play at the park together.” She tucked him into his bed, brushing the hair from his face and kissing his cheek. “Goodnight, Hajime. I love you.” 

He curled up in his blanket, rolling over to face his mother. “Goodnight, mommy. Love you.”

Slowly making her way to her own room, she closed the door, and slid down to the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she wiped away a stray tear. It hurt. Just talking about him made her chest sting. She missed him so much. But it’s been four years. She needs to move on.

//If you guys like this, let me know. I might write a part 2, so let me know what you thought about this!


Your lips are cold, dude

After making them into a burrito, Chanyeol never wants to move again.

Happy 6.14!!! Thank you all for supporting my doodles and Chanbaek! Here’s some Galaxy!chanbaek cause CB day calls for something cute~

stop for a minute (and be by my side)  // tom holland oneshot

Summary: Tom comes home from the press tour. His girlfriend is waiting for him. (smut).

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He’s been gone too long.

The press tour took two, nearly three weeks, but it was too long. She still wakes reaching out in the bed, searching for a warm body and finding nothing. The apartment is quiet, and still, without him to fill it, doing stupid, unnecessary flips off pieces of furniture and humming to himself as he makes dinner and cooing at Tessa. There are phone calls, of course, and SnapChats, and blurry Skype talks, but he’s busy, and she’s busy, and the time difference is crazy. She changes the sheets one day, and realises only afterwards that the new linen smells only of her, none of Tom’s cologne or shower gel to remind her that she’s not alone, even in sleep. The weather is bad, seemingly mourning his disappearance. It’s been weeks, and it’s been too long.

His flight changes, and she has a work thing, so she comes home late to a quiet flat, the lights off. But where, in the past few weeks, the apartment had lacked warmth, had felt empty and bare, there is a promise in the air, a reminder that there is another person here, living and breathing and waiting for her. In the bedroom, there is a shape under the covers, taking up the side of the bed that had been cold and sparse when she left that morning. She can hear Tom’s quiet breathing, the presence of him, real and there. She undresses quickly, eager to touch his skin, to take his warmth without clothing in the way. He’s warmed the cold sheets, the portable heater he is, and she slips in, sticking to her side of the bed for a moment to just witness him.

He is fast asleep, exhausted from travel, but he’s at peace. His face is clear, his eyelashes resting gently on his cheeks. The gold of the thin chain of his necklace glints in the low light of the room, the strength of his shoulders a contrast against the soft bed linen. His arm reaches out across the bed, bracelets gathered at his wrist from the places he’s been, faded from showers and planes, as if he knew she would be returning, and he wanted to touch her first. His fingers steeple on the white of the duvet, waiting for her.

She takes Tom’s hand, feels it move with her, curl into her, fingers linking. He makes a soft sound in his chest, and stirs, opening up his body for her to press against. He smells like an airplane, but underneath there is the soothing sense of his aftershave, of his soap, of something that she’s only ever been able to link to him. She lets him wake up slowly, indulges herself in touching him, his bare chest, up the side of his ribcage, just softly enough to tickle him, so his mouth crooks into a grin.

 “Stop,” he mumbles, thick with sleep, but it’s teasing, and he pulls her in closer.

 She lets her hand travel to his back, feels the movement in the cords of muscle as he shapes his body to hers, slipping a knee between her thighs, gathering her up close to him. He’s scooped her up, tucked her in, until there’s barely any of her skin left that isn’t touching his. She watches his eyelids flicker, promises of brown eyes, until he’s there, awake, conscious, and smiling at her, watching her from his place on the pillow. His face is soft with sleep, his blinking lazy, his movements lazier.

 “Hello,” she says, a whisper, too much to say and settling for too little. He understands though, because he shifts close enough that she can’t keep him in focus. A brush of his nose against hers, a whisper of breath, and then he’s kissing her, good and proper. It’s clumsy, this close, and sleepy, but it’s warm and familiar. They’ve long figured out how they fit together. It’s good. It’s so good. To taste him, to feel him, to have his body react to hers. Tom makes soft sounds into her mouth, moans from his chest as his body presses closer, limbs twining under the sheets. Her name is like a prayer in his mouth as his hands find the band of her underwear, struggling to push it down her legs.

 “Please,” he says against her jaw where he leaves sloppy kisses, distracted by the warmth of her body, the rejoicing of having it against him again.

 “I know,” she whispers, their hands meeting and fumbling under the covers as she rids herself of her underwear, kicking it down to the bottom of the bed, “I know.”

 She’s heady with having her boy back, feeling him, knowing him again. His hips rock against her, the slide of skin making her shiver. Tom’s voice is muffled against her collarbone as he laves his tongue over her shoulder.

 “Missed you,” he mumbles, “Missed this.”

 She tangles a hand in his hair, feels the cool of the pillow under her cheek as she tilts her head back for him to kiss over the arch of her neck, feel her stuttering pulse under his lips. He knows her inside out, what she likes, what she’ll react to, and his hand slips down her belly all too easily. He kisses her again as his fingers curl inside her, thumb rubbing against her knot of nerves to make her breath stick in her chest. It’s a luxury to be able to touch him, to feel him, and she appeases herself, her hands moving over his body, never settling in one place for long.

Their bodies shift and arch and writhe. It’s more than just feeling him, it’s hearing him, it’s seeing him, it’s smelling him, it’s tasting him, all at once, after so long denied. His voice in her ear as she tucks her face into the crook of his neck, talking nonsense that makes it hard to think clearly.

 “I love you, I missed you, there you go, darling, there you go,” his voice is thick, and rough, and she comes looking up at him, her body wrapped in his, a safe, warm place to completely come apart.

 She pants for a moment, his fingers still stroking her, careful to her sensitivity. Tom waits for her, like he always does, like the kind soul he is. He keeps her alight with purposeful touches. A brush over her breasts, a lazy kiss over her nipple, a glide of a hand over her stomach.

 She reaches down when she’s ready, can feel him against her leg, ready, waiting, desperate but trying to contain it. She fumbles in a bedside draw for a loose condom, the heat of her body pressed over his as she leans over him making him shudder. He distracts her by dropping kisses across her breasts, so her fingers shake as she tears the package open.

 When they’re ready, he collects her again, under him this time, the weight of his body intoxicating, a reminder of everything she’s missed, of everything she can have again. He settles home deep inside her. It’s been a little while, and she touches his face, tucks hair behind his ear while they wait for her to adjust. Tom shakes with the restraint. Sweat shines on his strong chest. Her body opens for him, languid, pliant, welcoming him back.

 They find a rhythm, a dance they never forgot. Tom’s arms bracket her, the heels of his hands pressing hard into the mattress. One of her legs lies loose around his waist, holding him close. He licks up her neck, breathes into her skin. She shivers, and is set aflame, burning up for him, ignited by all he gives to her.

 “Tom,” she says, a chant for the revered, “Tom.”

He groans from deep in his chest, dropping his head so the tips of his hair brushes over her chest, bowing to her. She palms his shoulder, writhes under him.

“Oh, Tom,” she gasps, and shatters. She sees nothing but the blue of his eyes, the red of his mouth, feels the slickness of their skin, hears his moans and calls of her name as he follows her lead, his face crammed into her neck, his body so close to hers she doesn’t know where they separate.

It’s very late. The city sleeps around them. The linen has been disturbed by their activities, but they rest under a sheet, limbs tangled. Hair is lovingly brushed off faces, lips are kissed. The apartment is filled again.

Bangtan reaction to cuddling to their neck when you’re cold

Kim Seokjin

Seokjin wouldn’t mind at all that you decided to snuggle against him like that. He would wrap his arm around you, getting you even closer. “Are you comfortable like this jagi?” You nod and a small shiver ran up your spine causing you hid your face into his neck even more. “You’re warm.” You spoke. “Am I?” You nod again. “It’s making me sleepy.” You hear him giggle at your cuteness, feeling him kiss the top of your head. “We can stay like this for a little bit then.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would enjoy the feeling of you nuzzling into him. It was just another lazy day and you two were still in bed just talking, but you really couldn’t listen because of how cold it was in your room. “What are you doing?” He’s ask feeling you move closer up against him. “It’s freezing in here and I need you keep me warm.” He would chuckle and bring you into his arms. “Weirdo.” “Shut it, I know you’re enjoying this too.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jung Hoseok

Your random acting would catch Hoseok off guard, but he noticed what you were trying to do he would love it. You two were watching a movie alone at the dorms, which was a little cold at the moment. You who was too lazy to get up and get a blanket, scooted closer to your boyfriend and cuddled into his neck. “Jagi, what are you trying to do?” He’d ask a little playfully as he tried to look down at you to see what you were doing. You shook your head snuggling in closer to stay warm, that’s when he felt you shiver. “oh I see, my baby is cold.” He’d laugh. “Just keep me warm Hobi.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon wouldn’t have much of a reaction at first because he’s so used to you random actions, but he would find that you hugging him while nuzzling into his neck really cute. “Are you okay babe?” You’d just move in closer enjoying the warmth coming from his body. “Y/n,” He’d smile, leaning on your head while petting your hair. “is something wrong?” “You’re just really warm Joonie.” You’d hum. He’d smile would being to grow even wider and begin to get all shy. “Ah, cute.”

Originally posted by jinmini

Park Jimin

Jimin would find it absolutely adorable at what you were doing. He’d be sitting on the couch minding his only business till you came walking over in his hoodie. “Can I sit with you Minnie?” Of course he’d say yes. You ran over sat down on his lap hiding your face in his neck. You sighed happily and put your arms around his neck. “You’re really warm babe.” Your words making him blush and hold you tighter out of shyness. “You really need to stop being so cute.”

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Kim Taehyung 

Taehyung’s a softly(in my eyes at least) He’d love that fact that he gets to hold you close to him. You would be sitting out on the swinging bench on your balcony cuddling together enjoying the view of the sunset, you were sitting in between Tae’s legs with a blanket over you but that still didn’t protect you from the cold breeze. You moved so that your legs draped over one of his and hid your face into the crook of his neck. “Cold sweetheart?” He giggled. “Yes, now don’t move too much because you’re really warm.” He wouldn’t be able to stop grinning at your cuteness. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jeon Jungkook

You don’t do it a lot but whenever you snuggle into his neck Jungkook always giggles because of your nose tickling the sensitive skin in that area. He loves when you whine to him about it being cold because then he has an excuse to cuddle you. “Kookie I’m cold, can you please turn on the heater? It’s cold in here.” Instead, he just pulls you so that you’re laying on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’ll get too hot if I’ll do that, so instead we can cuddle.” Jungkook would giggle at the feeling you smiling while nuzzling in closer to his neck. “Are you sure abo-” “We’ll be fine like the baby.”

Originally posted by ultranicolet



Chocobro Sleeping Headcanons (with S/O)

Continuation of this post:

Chocobro Sleeping Headcanons


  • Noctis enjoys sleeping 100 times more when there is someone he can cuddle beside them
  • Well, someone that he’s used to cuddling…
  • He doesn’t need to completely dunk his head underneath the covers to stay cozy.
  • He simply buries his head in his s/o hair and he’s out like a light. 
  • Spooning. 
  • Noctis is the big spoon. 
  • Sleeps with his head on his s/o’s lap in the Regalia.
  • Noctis and his s/o must share a sleeping bag if they are forced to go camping.
  • Must.
  • Becomes very dependent on his s/o to sleep.
  • If he and s/o are separated during the night, Noctis won’t be able to sleep.
  • s/o has to leave one of their sweaters behind just so Noctis has something cling onto that smells like them.
  • It helps, but it’s not the real thing
  • Is able to stay up during the late hours of the night just to chat with his s/o
  • They always talk before trying to fall asleep.
  • They also play a few levels of King’s Knight before they chat. 
  • It’s Noctis’s favorite time of the day.
  • It’s just him and his s/o in is favorite place.
  • His bed.


  • Finds himself restless when he and his s/o start sleeping together.
  • Not in that way. 
  • This is a safe for work blog, silly goose. 
  • He doesn’t know what to do.
  • Does he wrap his arm around them?
  • Does he hold their hand while they sleep?
  • All of the above?
  • None of the above?
  • His s/o definitely has to tell Prompto that it’s okay to snuggle.
  • His s/o soon takes the place of his chocobo teddy bear.
  • Will definitely wake up his s/o in the middle of the night just to talk about a dream he just had
  • s/o will do the same
  • Often forgets to sleep once they are in a deep conversation
  • Prompto and his s/o sleep chest to chest.
  • His s/o tucks their head underneath his chin.
  • Pillow fights ensue often before bed.
  • Also tickle fights.
  • Sleeps better in the tent if his s/o is beside him.
  • Really loves listening to their deep breaths while they are sound asleep.
  • It’s basically a lullaby to him.
  • Loves when his s/o falls asleep on his lap 
  • Still sweats in his sleep.
  • He feels bad about it and hopes his s/o isn’t too grossed out about it.
  • His s/o really doesn’t care.
  • They still cling onto him during the night regardless


  • Sleeping next to this dude is a struggle
  • He snores.
  • Like a lot.
  • And very loudly too.
  • He really loves to cuddle.
  • If you’re cold… he’s the perfect heater. 
  • Definitely likes to spoon.
  • Prefers being the big spoon.
  • But if his s/o is cold during the night, they turn over and spoon him.
  • Has been asked several times to back away during the night because he’s just way too hot.
  • Really loves when his s/o falls asleep on his shoulder while in the Regalia.
  • He rests his head on top of theirs.
  • Tries Breath Right Strips to stop himself from snoring
  • He feels terrible about taking sleep away from his s/o
  • Holds hands with his s/o in his sleep if they are camping.
  • And if they are in separate sleeping bags.
  • If they are in the same sleeping bag, cuddles galore. 
  • Mostly spooning cuddles. 
  • Really likes feeling their presence in his sleep. 
  • He likes to know his s/o is perfectly safe and protected when they are with him. 
  • Even during the dangerous hours of Lucis’s night.
  • Is able to convince his s/o to stay in bed and cuddle for a few extra minutes in the morning.
  • His s/o is often late to work.


  • During the beginning of that stage in a relationship, he does not approach his s/o at all during the night.
  • No hand holding.
  • No cuddling.
  • No nothing.
  • Just having them sleep next to him is enough for now.
  • He still sleeps like a dead man, regardless of the body beside him. 
  • After a while, he lowers his hands from his chest and intertwines he and his s/o’s fingers during the night.
  • Hand holding is his thing.
  • Hand holding in his sleep is also his thing.
  • Occasionally, he’ll spoon his s/o.
  • Always the big spoon.
  • Prefers seeing his s/o’s face, thought.
  • Loves when they cuddle chest to chest.
  • When he wakes up in the early morning hours, he draws then close to his chest and presses light kisses to their face until they awaken.
  • Only reason why he likes not driving the Regalia: his s/o can fall asleep on his shoulder in the backseat. 
  • That’s as far as he’ll let the PDA go, though.
  • No sleeping on his lap.
  • That’s too much for this dude. 
  • Behind closed doors, however, he enjoys it. 
  • His favorite thing: when he’s reading on the couch and his s/o places their head on his lap.
  • He loves running his ungloved fingers through it.
  • It makes him so happy.
  • Really entranced with the sound of his s/o’s breathing while they sleep.
  • If he finds his s/o shivering during the night, he will get out of bed and retrieve an extra blanket for them.
  • Also cue the rare cuddling. 
Friends with Benefits

Request: Nah, just something my fingers wanted to type
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been away for so long, what’s it been 4? 5 months? I’m a mess, my bad. Here’s something to keep you guys going while I get my shit together. Requests are open, feedback’s appreciated.


She didn’t wake him as she got up to leave, she was used to their little system now. Fuck through the night, grab a quick power nap, leave his quarters before anyone in the Overwatch compound spotted her. Her relationship with Morrison was complicated to say the least. They had started this no strings arrangement years ago and it was definitely fulfilling but, and she knew this sounded so cliché, something was missing. They had begun as teenagers, fucking like rabbits as new recruits, but Jack was a man now, Strike Commander at Overwatch, he had become more passionate, perhaps without even meaning to - and he was definitely much more skilled. She had fallen for him and she couldn’t deny it any longer, the boy from Indiana she was friends with was now her rock, she was sure she couldn’t have gone through the training without him, their long talks on missions, covering each other’s backs on the field. She sighed, they had built such a friendship over the years, she couldn’t be the one to ruin this.

She glanced over her shoulder, admiring those blonde locks that always stuck out in odd directions the morning after. She blushed as she realised that was her fault and hoped he didn’t have to change in front of any of the team today, those claw marks down his back would certainly stir up a fuss. She moved further from the bed, trying to put some distance between them but still trying to remain quiet. This would never last, she had always told herself this, he would drop her in a heartbeat for any other girl around. She was just easy prey, fair game. She came when called and knew what he liked. He would never love her.

Heart heavy, she ditched his shirt from the night before, moving to find her own clothes. She had to get out of here. Get away from him for a bit. She couldn’t sacrifice their friendship just because she caught feelings, it was selfish and not fair on Jack. She found her underwear, slipping on the garments and turning to try to track down her pants and shirt. She spotted her shirt by the edge of the mattress and hurriedly pulled it on, suddenly worried that Jack’s breathing getting lighter was him beginning to wake up. She searched the room for her pants with no luck, sighing, she ran a hand down her face, only to see a hint of material lying up-

No. No. This was not happening. How did her pants get all the way up there? She stared in horror up at the pant leg just poking out from the top of Jack’s closet and she wondered how the hell she was going to reach it. Eyes darting across the room, she locked on to the chair abandoned at his desk. Cringing as she remembered what this chair had endured last night (surprisingly the cheap desk chair had managed to support the both of them) she manoeuvred in front of the heavy oak wardrobe. Her teeth worried at her lip as she eyed the wheels hoping the punishment it had endured last night hadn’t weakened it’s legs, she certainly did not want the thing to move whilst she was precariously balanced upon it.

Realising this was her only chance of not leaving Jack’s room half-naked, she held onto the wooden handle of one of those doors and lifted her foot onto the cushion of the seat, the thing letting out a little puff of air under her sock. Huh, easy enough. Letting go off the door handle she raised her other foot, the chair squeaked and spun round as she now crouched on it, her arms flying out to try and regain her balance. It stopped turning and she gulped as she now faced the bed, Jack’s eyes thankfully still closed. She shouldn’t have let go off the door handle. She reached behind her, grabbing onto the edge as she slowly nudged her self around until her nose kissed the wood. Great, halfway there. Gingerly she allowed her self to stand, arms anxiously fluttering about in the air to make sure she didn’t topple over - she had come to far to crash to the ground now.

“Don’t you dare spin again.” She warned the chair for a moment forgetting that she had to be quiet. Deciding that the chair was behaving she stretched her arms upward, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. She cursed herself for being so small as her finger just missed the hem of her pant leg, a hair’s width away. God fucking dammit. She tried again, stretching up on her tip toes this time but she was taken by surprise when two warm arms wrapped around her waist, a noise nuzzling at her back.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He rasped against her skin, husky with sleep. His thumb gently stroked across her abdomen, the small action making goosebumps appear across her skin. “Do you want some help reaching those?” He asked her sweetly, too sweetly. She let her arms drop in defeat. Why was he always so sweet to her? He placed a soft kiss to the back of her t-shirt and she felt her forehead meet with the door in front of her. Why did he have to make this hard?

“Are you okay?” He asked, relinquishing her waist as he let her climb down from the chair. He smiled as he easily reached her pants, tugging them down, chuckling. “How did these get up here, huh?” He held them out for her, his smile dropped again as his gaze landed on his face. She looked so stressed, so uncomfortable, was she cold? The heater was on full, it was winter after all. “Y/N?”

“Thank you, Strike Commander Morrison.” She replied bluntly, yanking her pants from his grip. She hurriedly set about putting them on and he crouched down beside her.

“You’re worrying me.” He said and she ignored him, fastening her zip and turning to leave. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“I thought I’d leave before I overstayed my welcome.” The words dripped with venom, stabbing into him almost as much as they hurt her. He frowned, words leaving him momentarily. He would never kick her out, he wasn’t like that, not anymore.

“Stay for breakfast. I’ve got bacon in the fridge, the good kind, smoked.” He said and she huffed as she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it through with her fingers. She was not leaving this room with sex hair. He moved closer to her, a hand coming to rest on her arm, losing the jovial smile to level with her. “Can we talk? I know something’s bothering you.”

“Talk about what, Strike Commander Morrison? What do you want to fucking talk about?” She yelled at him, smacking his hand away and his eyes widened, stunned at her response. She stormed for the door, but Jack was faster, he swept in front of her, letting his back flatten against the door. She made eye contact with him and her resolve broke a little, voice cracking as tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to spill onto her cheeks. “Why won’t you just let me leave?”

“You can leave as soon as you tell me why you’re so upset.” He said gently, he had never seen her like this before, fragile, so downright sad. In fact he was sure he had never seen her cry. His heart broke as he realised this was his fault, he had hurt her this way. Her back met with the wall and she sunk to the ground, knees hugged to her chest and he followed suit, moving away from the door to sit next to her. He moved to wipe her tears from her cheeks with his thumb and a wave of relief swept through him when she didn’t swat his hand away again. He bumped shoulders with her and her head fell back to bump lightly with the plaster of the wall, her hands limply hung over her knees. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

“You let me fall in love with you.”

Bucky x Reader - Welcome Home

Summary - Random Drabble. Bucky came home late from a long and tiring mission and when the reader wakes up, they enjoy each other’s company.

Word Count - 597

Warnings - None.

A/N - This is a repost because it kept glitching on my laptop. 

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

When you woke up in the morning, you were cold; your personal heater was on a mission and had been for the past two weeks and still hadn’t returned home. The bed was empty and his side of the bed was left the same way it was when you had fallen asleep the previous night. You finally decided to have a coffee before facing the day.

Dragging yourself towards the kitchen of your shared apartment, you heard movement coming from the joint living room, caused by something to someone. You saw Bucky sprawled out on the couch. He must’ve come home late. Seeing him sleeping peacefully put a small smile on your face.

Instead of making coffee, like you had originally planned, you padded over to the couch and lovingly looked down on your beautiful boyfriend; eyes closed, limbs everywhere, chestnut hair all around his face, and still in his sweaty and dirty clothes. On your couch. Clean couch.

You started to take off Bucky’s damp, unneeded clothes. Starting with his shoes, you untied them and pulled them off, putting them by the leg of the chair, you took off his socks, and jacket, which he must have been in the process of taking off before falling unconscious because it was hanging off his left arm and his right arm was completely out of it. Carefully and slowly, you took off Bucky’s gloves, but you tripped a little and he stirred.

Before you could walk away to leave him to sleep, he caught your hand and yanked you back. Almost falling on top of him, you laughed at Bucky’s half asleep smirk. He wrapped his arms around the small of your back and pulled you down, at the same time leaning up to peck you on the lips.

You smiled down on him and held his metal hand in yours and started swinging it in the air. “Why didn’t you come to bed, James?” He sat up and grinned at you when he heard his first name. You were the only person who could call him by his first name without being seriously threatened, “I missed you.” You reached up and cupped his bruised cheek, he leaned into your touch.

“You was asleep, Doll,” you smiled softly at the nickname you had been given from the moment you two met, “I didn’t want to wake you up,” he pulled you down to sit on his lap, “you looked so peaceful,” you laid your head on his chest. You hummed happily as he started to draw circles on your neck with his flesh hand, metal one still holding yours, “so perfect.” Bucky kissed your hands and sleepily grinned at you.

You nudged his legs with your toe, telling Bucky to move. He shifted to laying down again, but left a little space beside him for you; sighing in contentment you laid back on his chest, while your legs tangled with his.

You listened to the sound of his heart beat, his breathing, smiled to yourself. “I love you, James.” You nuzzled your face into his chest. Beginning to drift off to sleep, he started running his fingers through your hair. Just before you slipped back into a, most likely, dreamless slumber, you heard him mumble his slurred reply.

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” Bucky kissed your hair lightly and began dozing off himself, his hand still holding yours, “I love you so much, Doll.” You smiled as you fell asleep, knowing that the two of you shared a love that would last a lifetime, maybe two.

things naruto loves likes about sasuke: (least to most)

•believe it or not, naruto really likes sasuke’s hair. despite the fact that it literally looks like a duck’s ass, naruto likes to fiddle with it when sasuke’s not paying attention, or sleeping… 

•naruto likes how sasuke insists (read as demands) that he eat more than just ramen. or well, he likes that sasuke fusses over him and his health so much. but he’s still angry that the first thing the bastard did when he moved in was throwing out his not-so-secret stash of ramen. 

•naruto likes sasuke’s warmth. you would think that he’d be cold (just like how he’s so cold-fucking-hearted), but sasuke is actually really really warm and naruto likes to use him as a heater on cold nights when their actual heaters decide to go to hell for the night.

•naruto likes that sasuke is extremely kind of possessive. naruto can hardly walk by someone without sasuke’s hand clenching around his, but thankfully they haven’t had any unnecessary confrontations (except for at the beginning of the relationship, but that doesn’t count. nope.) 

•also, naruto really likes that sasuke likes to hold his hand. it makes him feel wanted. plus, when sasuke holds his hand, his warmth spreads into naruto’s hand, up his arm, and into his chest, giving him this giddy, warm feeling of sasuke

•naruto likes the affectionate sasuke. the one who kisses his cheek, or holds naruto’s face in his hands, and whispers those soft ‘i love you’s that makes naruto’s heart race and his mind dazed.

•naruto also loves the cocky bastard sasuke. the one who shamelessly flirts with him with a smirk and a suggestive eyebrow raise (in public, no less!), even if naruto’s pretending to be flustered by it. (also it’s a lot easier to bicker with cocky-bastard sasuke) 

•of course, naruto loves to bicker with sasuke. It’s his favorite past time. they would bicker to their heart’s content, but they never meant anything serious in the bickering, a lot of it (though this only applied to later) was mostly endearment and the like. 

•naruto loves the fact that sasuke hates sweets. now he can eat all the chocolate in the house without worrying if sasuke wants some too. 

•naruto loves that sasuke likes him back

•naruto loves sasuke for who he is. 

naruto loves sasuke, damnit. he loves him a whole damn lot.


happy sns week guys!!! so excited omg !!!!!!!!!!

Low Battery

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Summary: Set a couple of months after Sherlock comes back, purely because I had a few lame comebacks I had to get off my chest. Anyway, you’re out shopping and your phone dies, and Sherlock panics.

Warnings: Reichenbach feels? Idk, it only mentions the Fall a few times. So unless you’re John Watson, it shouldn’t make you cry.

Originally posted by sherlockedduh

(Not my gif)

You let out a frustrated groan as your phone screen faded to black, not responding when you held down the home button in a half-hearted attempt to switch it back on. Typical.
Shoving the useless device in your coat pocket, you squinted down the road in the hopes of seeing an approaching cab. The rain was pouring down in icy sheets, and you’d been soaked to the skin after just minutes of standing under the bus shelter. This day was not going well for you. First your bus had been cancelled, then your phone died, there were no taxis around, and to top it all off, it just had to rain. Like you said before, typical.

Sherlock let out a shaky breath as he pressed “redial” for what must have been the thirtieth time in the last few minutes. He let out a frustrated, and somewhat worried, groan as your voicemail message sounded again.
“Hi it’s (Y/N)! Sorry I can’t take your call right now, as Sherlock is probably using my phone for an experiment again-“
Sherlock dropped his phone carelessly onto the table, sitting down briefly in his chair before bouncing to his feet and striding to the window to peer anxiously out onto the street. His heart leapt every time a cab approached, and sunk every time it continued past the flat without anyone getting out. He continued this routine for nearly half an hour before something snapped within him.
“Lestrade, I need you out looking for (Y/N). She could be in danger.” He didn’t wait for the D.I to respond before hanging up the phone and dropping it again.

A relieved sigh escaped your lips as a cab pulled up in front of you. Climbing into the back and giving the driver the address, you stretched your legs out in front of you tiredly. You had learned your lesson; never ask Sherlock Holmes if he needs anything from the shops. Most people, normal people, would ask you to pick up a bottle of milk and some bread, but not Sherlock. Oh no. You weren’t sure if your arms would ever get back the strength to pick up a pillow again, let alone the dozen hardback books he’d asked you to get.
The rain was even heavier when you got out the cab at Baker Street, but that didn’t prevent you seeing the flashing red and blue lights adorning the police car parked out 221B. Worry crept into your mind as you climbed the stairs as fast as you could while carrying a dozen books, horrible scenarios presenting themselves as to why the police were at the flat.
“John? Sherlock?” you called, leaving the books in a heap and climbing the inner stairs two at a time.
The pale worried face of the detective appeared on the top landing as he followed the sound of your voice. A loud sigh of relief made his chest heave as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you impossibly close to him, your cry of surprise muffled by the way your face was buried in his chest.
“Never do that to me again,” he whispered, holding you at arm’s length and inspecting your face for any signs of injury. You frowned, growing even more confused as Lestrade appeared in the doorway beside John.
“What? Why’s Greg here?” you asked. Sherlock tilted his head to the side in confusion, and you sighed tiredly. “Lestrade,” you corrected.
“Oh. You were missing, so naturally I called him.”
You raised your eyebrows, entering the living room to find half a dozen more police officers sitting around. “And half of Scotland Yard as well, by the look of it,” you observed.
“Well, we’ll be off then, I suppose,” Lestrade mumbled, the officers following him out the flat, leaving just you, John and Sherlock.
“Why did you think I was missing?” you asked, peeling off your dripping wet coat with difficulty. You sighed, seeing that your jumper was soaked as well, clinging to your freezing skin just like your jeans were.
“You weren’t answering your phone. Anything could have happened to you,” said Sherlock, as if that explained everything. You raised your eyebrows, laughing humourlessly as you went through to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, leaving the two men in the living room.
“You didn’t answer your phone for two years, Sherlock, and yet here you are,” you pointed out. Even from the neighbouring room, you still heard Sherlock’s sigh and John’s words.
“You probably deserved that one.”
Sherlock knew you wouldn’t handle him reappearing in your life well, but it had been two months now, wasn’t that enough? How long did it take someone to move on?
“And anyway, my battery was dead. But don’t worry, it’ll come back to life,” you said, plopping yourself down on the sofa with a cup of tea cradled in your hands. “Apparently anything can, these days,” you added. John chuckled.
“Before you ask, you deserved that one as well,” he informed the detective. “Well, as long as you’re alright, (Y/N), I’ll be off.”
You smiled slightly at him. “I’m fine, thanks.”
Sherlock sat down in his chair across from you, his clear blue eyes never leaving yours. You sighed, placing your cup down on a coaster and raising your eyebrows at him expectantly. “What?”
“When are you going to move on and accept that I’m back?” he asked. There wasn’t an angry note in his voice, the question was genuine. All he wanted was to go back to life as it used to be, where you made snide remarks in his defence, and never to him.
“I don’t know,” you replied eventually. “It took two years to accept that you were dead, so who knows how long this’ll take?”
Sherlock nodded slowly, standing up and holding his hand out to you. “C’mon. You need to get changed, you’re going to get sick.”
Reluctantly, you put your hand in his and followed him into the bedroom you used to share with him. You didn’t even question the fact that some of your clothes were still in your old bedside table; you’d left them there yourself, not being able to bring yourself to move them out of the room after…it happened.
After Sherlock had turned his back and assured you twice that his eyes were indeed closed, you changed quickly into a pair of black leggings and a baggy jumper you were pretty sure you’d stolen from John. Oh well, with the weight he was putting on in his new life, it probably wouldn’t fit him anymore anyway.
“Well, goodnight Sherlock,” you said awkwardly, moving to leave the room. The detective turned, shaking his head.
“No, you should stay here tonight. You’re still very cold, and the heater doesn’t work in your room,” he said. You frowned; how did he know your heater wasn’t-
“You’ve been stealing John’s jumpers to wear to bed,” he added. “There are two possible explanations. One, that you are secretly in love with our old flatmate and feel the need to wear his clothes for a sense of connection to him. Two, which is more likely, your room is too cold.”
You smiled slightly despite yourself. “Army doctors aren’t really my type,” you joked. “Their jumpers, however, are.”
Sherlock chuckled. “And do you still have a thing for socially excluded detectives?”
Taking a step towards him, you squeezed his hand in yours gently.
“Only the curly haired ones.”

A/N: Hi, me again! I just realised something that I didn’t even write on purpose. “Army doctors aren’t my type. Their jumpers, however, are.” SHERLOCK IS AN ARMY DOCTOR’S JUMPER!!! Someone be proud of me.

Bad Girl Ch 16: Kim Minseok(M)

Sorry this is late and sorry if it’s bad, I’m going to bed…good night lovelies, or good morning, or day or whatever…

I plop down in the familiar bed with a fluffy towel around my body. The door closes with a soft click followed by the sound of the lock clicking into place. I glance up at Minseok who is staring back at me with his back pressed against the door. He opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it, obviously unsure of what his next action should be. His hand is still on the lock, I think he might be debating if should unlock it or not.

“It’s okay,” I tell him dropping my head back against the bed. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

“Anymore,” He echoes, coming closer but still a good distance from the bed.

I sit up, crossing my legs and running my fingers through my wet, tangled hair, I don’t imagine I look that good while doing it but Minseok still seems to be in awe of me. “You know holding a gun to someone’s head can cause a little bit of fear, not going to lie. Though it all makes sense now, at the time it was horrifying,” I admit feeling a bit guilty once the words are out there. Any playfulness we had between us falls away leaving us both of our hearts bared.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He’s at the foot of the bed now.

“To be completely honest it wasn’t the fear that got me in that moment, it was the fact that the first time we actually see each other in over a year you were crying. My heart shattered.”

He crawls up the bed forgetting the towel around his waist, leaving him in only his soaking boxers. I back up so my back is pressed up against the headboard, our eyes lock together and again I find normal clear eyes glossy with on coming tears. “I didn’t mean to heart that little heart of yours,” He mumbles to me softly as he kisses each of my ankles. “I just wanted to see this beautiful face again.” He leaves butterfly kisses up one leg before leaving a trail down the other. “I wanted to hear your sweet voice say my name.”

“Daddy Minseok,” I muse with a small smile. He surprises me by grabbing me by the back of my knees and pulling me down so I’m flat on my back with him leaning over me.

“Don’t tease me baby, I want to show you how much I worship you before you start screaming that.”

I trap his hips in between my legs with my thighs, “Now who is teasing.”

“That’s a promise baby.”

I smile, “While I’m waiting, sir.”

“You have such naughty mouth,” He chuckles.

“If I remember correctly you have a pretty naughty mouth yourself, I would like to see if I remember correctly.” I grab by the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He’s taken back by my forwardness, it takes him a moment to catch on and begin moving his lips with mine. His fingers gripping my hips catch the waist line of my underwear and slowly begins to drag them down my legs, his dull nails leave marks down my thighs.

Our tongues tangle together, he’s battling for the dominance I’m not giving him as easily as I used to. With my underwear discarded the only thing hiding me from his gaze is my towel, something he quickly notices. He pulls away and stares down at me like it’s the first time he has ever seen me. I watch on edge as his fingers skim around the edge of the cloth but stops when I wrap my arms around my waist.

“I have to tell you something,” I announce.

He gulps as he sits back on his heels, “Am I doing something wrong? I thought you…I thought this was okay…”

“You are okay, I just need to warn you about something.”

“Warn me?”

I gulp, “When I rushed out of the hospital to see Jiyong I moved one of my broken rips and it punctured my lungs and they had to open me up again.”

“Again?” He seethes. His hand grips the edge of the towel, “Baby, let me see.”

“I have other scars too but-” He doesn’t even let me finish before tearing the towel away revealing the scars that were so nicely covered by water proof foundation but is now most likely whipped away by the hours in the pool and a through drying with a towel.

We are both silent for a moment, his hands hover over my abdomen that is covered in scars for my time with block b but that’s not the only thing that seems to be holding his attention though I’m not sure if it’s the pastel colored dragon weaving up my side or the XOXO under my left breast. The tattoo was for them, I didn’t hide if from Jiyong and he didn’t question it because I came home with the dragon at the same time.

We lock eyes, “This.” He strokes the tattoo with this thumb with a small smile on his lips. “Is beautiful. Even this,” He frowns when he finally feels the three-inch long scar beneath it. “I hate them, I hate that you were hurt but you are still beautiful, you know that right?”

I smirk, “I have been told I have a pretty big head, so trust me, I know. Thank you.”

“My big girl,” He kisses me again. His hands slide up my chest, along my arms to tangle our fingers together as he deepens the kiss. His mouth is as sinful as I remember. I growl into his mouth when I want to deepen the kiss but his hands are holding mine down. He wiggles his way back in between my legs before releasing my hands to remove his boxers and towel. I bite my lip at the sight of his member standing proud between his thighs. “Mind if we skip foreplay tonight? I’ve missed your heat for too fucking long to wait.”

The rasp in his voice has me on fire. I eagerly nod and sink lower into the bed, my legs open wide, absolutely ready for him. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the feral look in his eyes as he stares down at me. The way he takes in the sight of me like I am the most beautiful thing in the world, like I am his whole world. I missed his gentle kisses a long my jaw that are so different from the way his hands roughly grip my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. I’ve missed the sweet words he mumbles into my ear as he slides in slowly at first, as if he’s afraid to break me.

In this moment I feel like he could. With him fully sheathed inside of me I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, leaving little crescent moons. He rest down on his elbows, one on either side of my head, and we just stay their for a moment. My walls clench around him, both our moans echo through the quiet room.

“My sweet baby, oh how I’ve missed you,” he moans in my ear. “It has taken all of my strength not to jump you the moment I knew it was you.”

“Did you miss sex that much?” I have tease with a huff.

“No,” he mumbles into the crook of my neck, “I missed this moment.” Another thrust that has me lifting my hips to meet him half way. I rest my head on his shoulder as I rotate my hips to hit that spot in the pit of my stomach head on. “The moment you show your true face to me, blinded with pleasure and completely bare.”

“I thought you were going to make me scream,” I muse. “Right now all you are making me want to do is cry. You are making my heart heavy.”

“I’m sorry baby, you want me to make you scream?” He surprises me with another hard thrust that has me moaning. “Ah, that wasn’t a scream was it, I’m sorry I’ll just have to try a bit harder.” My nails drag down his back, hopefully drawing blood, to pay back for the way he begins pumping in and out of me. I bite my lip, not wanting to give him what he wants. I clench my thighs around his waist to try and slow him down, but he’s like an animal and as hot as that is it’s too much. My whole body is tingling from small brushes against the sensitive spot in the pit of my stomach.

My toes curl when he hits it head on again and again, “I’m done teasing baby so feel free to put your claws away.” He muses with a smirk. He is a man of his word, without another word he buries his face in the crook of my neck and begins mindlessly pounding into me as if his life depends on it. I curl around him, my legs wrap around his waist wanting him deeper.

“Daddy I’m so close!” I whine, rotating my hips once again.

“Baby daddy need a little more from you,” It’s barely above a mumble in my ear but I hear it.

“A little more?” I groan out, arching my back as I try to keep my orgasm at bay.

“Four little words is all I need, please baby, I need to hear them.”

Four words? I can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure rocking through my body. My mind is too much of a mess to think of more than one option that falls from my lips without any hesitation.

“I love you Minseok.”

He stops for a minute, “What?”

I don’t know if in my delirious state if I’m even making sense so I scream it, “I love you Minseok!”

“I love you too Jooyoung.”

My heart stops.


I jump when the bed dips. Xiumin sits up with his arm wrapped around me, his other hand holds a gun at who ever is in the darkness. I see a tall shadow with his arms up.

“Daddy Kris?” I grumble as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

“Hi baby.”

“What the hell do you think you are doing here?” Xiumin snarls.

The younger is hesitant to answer at first but admits, “I wanted to lay next to her.”

“She’s mine tonight.”

“Daddy it’s fine,” I yawn and reach out for Kris to take my hand. “Come on Daddy Yifan, you must be tired.”

“Baby, you are mine for tonight,” Xiumin whines.

“We had our fun, what does it matter if he sleeps next to us? I was getting cold, it’s a good heater.” I ramble on in my half sleepy state, “Lay down.”

Xiumin groans, “Fine!”

I grin like an idiot when the younger finally obeys and snuggles in next to me. I curl back against Xiumin, letting Kris curl up behind me.

“I hope you know that this will not be a regular thing. I’m feeling nice tonight.”

“Thanks Hyung, and thank you baby girl,” Kris mumbles as he nuzzles the back of my head.

“I hear all of you have been having nightmares, this is the least I could do.”

“Don’t say that!” Xiumin snaps, “You are going to make him think it’s okay for him to bust into other peoples rooms because they had a nightmare.”

“Speaking of which, Daddy didn’t you lock the door?”

There is a moment of silence followed by Kris whining, “Ah! Hyung! That hurt!”

“You busted by door!”

I groan and roll over into Kris’s embrace, “Too loud.”

“No! You are not going to take her too!”

“You need to be quiet or you are going to wake everyone else up,” Kris advises.

“What is going on?” A voice from the hall way calls, and from the grumbling I hear from father down the hall I have a feeling it’s more than just one.

“Way to go.”

Sorry if the smut is bad! Also I realize while I was writing this chapter that Xiumin has never said her name out loud to her!

PS: Any of you going to BTS in Chicago?

anonymous asked:

Okay but from the blackish ep last night, Johan runs hot. What if Usnavi used him as his own personal heater on cold nights? Although they prolly cuddle anyway

Johan sleeps nude, and Usnavi is always cold (Years of being in NYC can’t change that tropical blood) so yes. He totally does and Johan puts him in a full body choke hold.

It’s all fun and nice until Usnavi has to get up.


Persona 5 comic dub “Shall I Warm You Up”.

anonymous asked:

fluffy cuddling scenario with akechi and female s/o on a particularly cold night when the heater breaks down

shdjhdk This is adorable!! Thank you for sending it! I’m sorry if it’s out of character, but I really wanted to bring out Akechi’s softer and playful side. I hope you enjoy it!!

“I’m afraid it’s reached it’s limits. After all, we’ve had it for a while. Why don’t we purchase a kotatsu instead, dear?” Akechi was making light conversation to distract his shivering girlfriend from their plight caused by the heater breaking down. 

“How about s-some warm blankets instead?” She tried to keep her voice playful, but the bitter chill in the air gave her a slight stutter. 

Akechi looked dejected. “Unfortunately, all the blankets are in the washing machine right now. Unless…” 

“G-goro?” S/o asked.

“Hold on a moment, my love. I’ll be right back!” He disappeared into the darkness and was replaced by a mass of neatly folded blankets.

“Where did you find those?” s/o asked incredulously.

“They were tucked away in the laundry room,” he explained as he set the pile on the floor next to her. “I had gotten them last year just in case a situation like this ever happened. No offense, but your heater is quite old.”

“You’re amazing.” The incredulity in her voice tinted his cheeks with red.

“It was nothing. I’ll go prepare some coffee.” He returned shortly with their matching mugs, and the comforting scent of coffee pervaded the crisp air. He sat down next to s/o and extended her mug for her to take. It was then that he noticed she was wrapped so intricately in blankets that she couldn’t free her arms without assistance.

Akechi chuckled. “Well, since my girlfriend has turned into a marshmallow, I guess I’ll just have to drink all this delicious coffee by myself.”

“You better not!” Her muffled voice provoked another laugh from him.

“Is there room for one more?” he asked playfully.

“There will be more than enough if you help me!” she cried. After one last chuckle, he placed the coffee on a secure surface and Akechi attempted to free s/o. The waves of blankets were seemingly endless, but at long last he managed to liberate her from her prison. 

She greeted him with a gasp. “I’m saved!” She then threw herself onto him, taking a few other blankets with her along the way, and proceeded to shower him with kisses.

“H-hey!” The heat from Akechi’s cheeks melted away any trace of cold left in the room. The couple toppled on the floor with a tangle of blankets right behind them.

Akechi glanced at s/o, who was now nuzzling his neck with her hand gently placed on his chest. He couldn’t help but grin; she was just so adorable. They stayed like this for a while, with their eyes closed and their breathing in sync…

“You’re so warm,” s/o said with a small smile. “No wonder the cold has no effect on you.” 

“I’m honored to be your personal heater,” he replied, a light blush still coloring is face.

“Can I keep you forever?” she asked, her voice growing softer as she dozes off. 

“It’s a deal.” He paused for a few moments. “But… please don’t throw me away if I break down.”

“Those were the conditions, right?” she breathed. “If you break down, I’ll find some way to help you regain your warmth, even if I have to share some of mine. Even if it takes forever. Okay?”

“…Yes,” he responded, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I love you, s/o.”

“I love you, too. Sweet dreams, Goro.”

“You too, love.” Somehow, Akechi just knew he’d sleep peacefully tonight.