You woke up this morning hotter than you had ever been in your entire life. Your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, oversized shirt and shorts sticking uncomfortably to your body. But it would have taken an army to pull you away from the bed, with the five of you all cuddled up together. Simon and Johnny on either side of you, with Price tucked behind Johnny and Kyle laying in between your legs with his head on your stomach. You were the first one awake, if the symphony of snores was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face as you snuggled further into your boys.
The grin grew as the memories of last night came flooding back.
You had been glued Johnny and Kyle in the back seat on the way home, then had plastered yourself to Simon when he had pulled you out of the car once you arrived back at base.
“Really were starved for it huh love?” Price chuckled. The five of you were now back in the common room, and you had pushed Simon onto the couch before climbing into his lap and grabbing John’s hand and pulling him down next to you. Glancing back at Kyle and Johnny to make sure they were still here, finding them on the floor, shoulder pressed against Simon’s legs and each other.
Satisfied that everyone was here, you buried your face further into Simon’s neck, flushed both from the comment and the contact. You were still drunk enough to get away with this right now, the liquor lowering your inhibitions and allowing you to finally get what you had craved for so long. So you were more than content to let yourself float as they started talking, basking in the heat of Simon’s lap and having your team so close.
And Simon smelled so good. He was just wearing a plain black medical mask tonight, so your nose was pressed right up against his bare skin.
Maybe just a lick. Just one to see what he tasted like before you went back to normal tomorrow. And he seemed so caught up in conversation with the boys he probably wouldn’t even notice. You could be subtle enough, and you needed it, needed it more than air at this point.
So you did it slowly, gently pushing your face further into the crook of his neck, nuzzling gently. A big inhale, and then just a quick dart of your tongue, out and back.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to taste so good. He hadn’t seemed to notice either, no tightening of the hands around your waist, no hitch in his breath. One more wouldn’t hurt.
What you didn’t see was John’s eyes glued to you, having been watching you practically huffing Simon for the past few minutes. You were so absorbed in his Lieutenant that you didn’t even seem to notice that the room had gone silent upon your first lick, all of them waiting to see if you would do it again. And then you did, tongue darting out to lick fully up the side of Simon’s neck, a cute little smile gracing your face as you tucked yourself back into his neck.
“Simon taste good love?” Price teased, smirking as you stiffened and whined at being caught.
“Captain asked you a question, how do I taste?” Simon asked, hands on your hips tightening.
“Mm” you whined, squeezing your eyes tighter together as you heard your fellow Sergeants chuckling. At your non answer, Simon reached up and pulled your face from his neck, hand immediately grabbing your chin and squeezing. At this, your eyes flew open, looking first at Simon and then to Price before nodding.
“Tastes really good sir.” Then to Simon, a quiet and meek, “Sorry Sir. Just…” You trailed off, eyes finding the spot you had licked before tears began to fill your eyes.
“Just needed to know, needed to know what you taste like. Something to hold me over when things go back to normal tomorrow when we’re all sober.” Then, you begin to pull away, trying to climb out of Simon’s hold and retreat back into the safety of your room.
You get one foot on the ground before you’re being pulled off the couch and down in between Kyle and Johnny.
“What’dya mean, back tae normal?” Johnny whines, mimicking Simon as he grabs your chin to force you to look at him. Price is reaching down to wipe the tears off your face, fighting the urge to stick the finger that’s wet with your tears into his mouth.
“Don’t be mean Johnny!” You whine, trying again to escape their hold, but they have a firm grip on you, and absolutely no intention of letting you go until they figure this out.
“This has been really nice, but we are all drunk and, well, I can be a lot… and I don’t want to annoy you guys, because some times I just can’t be touched at all and then other times I need a lot of physical contact and it can be a lot to deal with so it’s honestly just easier if you guys just forget that…” Kyle’s hand gently comes to rest on top of your mouth, ceasing your rambling.
“I don’t know what fucker told you that you were ever to much for having wants and needs and boundaries, but I swear to god, if I ever meet them, they’re dead.” He growls out, eyes alight with fury.
“But, and I think I speak for all of us, it is perfectly acceptable that sometimes you can’t be touched, and it’s also perfectly acceptable that sometimes you need a lot of physical contact. God knows the rest of us have enough quirks and trauma to match. But we cannot help you unless we know that there’s a problem. Now that we know you do want to be touched, good luck getting us off of you!” He joked, winking at you as a small smile crept onto your face.
“And if you need to not be touched, or need some time alone, or anything really, that’s ok to. But again, you need to tell us.” Simon murmurs.
“Do you understand?” Price asks, huffing when you nod.
“Words Sergeant.”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Good! Now, there’s just one more thing we need to clear up before we can go to bed. Just how far are we allowed to go?”
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So with the reception the first part got, and how much I am loving writing this, I think I’m going to make it a mini series. So smut incoming…
warnings: fluff, cuddling, reader needs a hug, gn! reader
Jason ver.
you've been dating dick for about 8 months
and in that time, you barely initiate touch with him
and when he initiates it, you flinch
not a little arm comes up in defense flinch, I'm talking a full on, body jerking, swinging up from the chair flinch
reminds me of 'mama that burnn'
at one point, he begins to think maybe you're not that interested in him
so he brings it up with you one night while you're on a separate end of the couch, as casually as possible
like: "do you hate me? it's totally fine if you do, I'm just wondering"
silence
the silence was so loud your ears started ringing
it was like even the streets of Gotham went dead silent and you could hear it (even though you're in Bludhaven)
and you're just there like 😶
brother whatchu YAPPING bout???
what happened to hi, hello, how are you?
and then he starts going on and on and on about "well it's just that you never try to cuddle or even hug me and I'm getting so depressed and when I touch you you act like I just striked you with lighting twice in the same spot"
and you're there, confused, wondering what the fuck is happening
and then when you finally explain that you're just touch starved and not used to physical attention?
oh he's like a dog
a golden retriever with too much enthusiasm he was forced to keep in since 1652
immediately on you (respectfully of course 🙂↕️)
like: "omigod babyyy. you shoulda told me, I mean I sat in my room crying for hours last Tuesday cause I touched your shoulder and you almost climbed the wall??? I didn't even know you could do that???"
and from then on, he's clings ASF
this man won't let you go anywhere, or do anything if his chest is not almost fusing to your back
overall though, he's super understanding about it, loves you to the moon and never back
cause why would he come back? that's basically saying he don't love you anymore
he gets you used to physicality in less than a week
pairing: Hannibal x Will x chronically depressed!gn!reader
genre: hurt comfort • coping • caring
notes: based on this ask!
hi no pressure to ofc but could i please ask for a drabble of hannibal (or hannigram) x gender neutral reader with chronic depression? no worries if you don’t want to write it. have a nice day!! ^_^
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good and bad days
Some days are easier than others.
Not good, necessarily. But manageable.
Your lovers always contently notice when you are better.
The days you get out of bed before noon. The mornings you sit with Will on the porch while he drinks his coffee, wrapped in one of Hannibal's sweaters. The nights you actually eat dinner at the table instead of picking at it in bed.
For a while, things had felt… lighter.
You had been doing more. Speaking more. Existing outside the bedroom more often. Some evenings, Hannibal would find you in the kitchen while he cooked, leaning against the counter and just talking about what was on your mind.
Other evenings you were in the garage with Will, asking him for the 15th time what fishing 'thing' that was, just to hear him explain it with excitement.
It wasn't like you just shook off your depression.
But it was something closer to living again.
Which is why Will notices immediately when the bedroom door never opened today.
Morning passed quietly.
Then afternoon.
The dogs paced more than usual, lingering outside the bedroom every now and then before wandering back downstairs. Even Winston looked uncertain, ears flicking toward the hall every time the floor creaked.
Will tried not to hover.
He knew what it feels like to drown under concern that sounded too much like obligation.
But by the time Hannibal texted to say he was stopping to pick up a few things before coming home, Will finally made his way upstairs.
The bedroom was dim.
You were buried almost completely beneath the sheets, turned toward the wall, so still he wondered briefly if you were even awake.
He leaned lightly against the doorway.
"Hey," he said softly.
No response.
Will glanced toward the window, toward the cloudy afternoon outside.
"I was gonna walk the dogs before Hannibal gets back."
Still nothing.
He stepped inside anyway. The bed dipped slightly as he sat near your legs, not touching you yet.
"You don't have to talk," he said after a moment. "Just thought I'd ask if you wanted to come."
His hand rested loosely against the blanket near your ankle.
"You've been in here all day."
Your shoulders tensed faintly beneath the covers, and immediately he regretted the phrasing.
The sound of claws against hardwood interrupted the moment.
Will barely had time to turn before Max barrelled into the room first, followed by two others crowding curiously behind him.
"Jesus Christ," Will muttered under his breath.
Max leaped onto the bed before Will could stop him.
The mattress jolted with the impact.
A second later, a cold nose was shoved insistently against your ear.
Then another sniff.
Then an enthusiastic lick against your hand.
You made the smallest sound, and instinctively pulled your hand away.
Max only took that as encouragement.
His tail thumped violently against the comforter while he nudged closer, whining softly.
Will watched the blanket-covered shape of you shifting slightly.
Then slightly more.
Your shoulders shook once.
Not crying.
A laugh.
Tiny. Barely there. But enough that Will felt something unclench in his chest.
Eventually, very slowly, you pushed the blanket down.
"Hey there..." Will murmured.
You looked exhausted.
Will reached over absentmindedly to scratch behind Max’s ears.
"We probably can't let Hannibal know he jumped on the bed."
You let a small smile linger on your lips at that..
"You know he will find out..." you mumble.
"Yeah," Will admitted.
Max sneezed directly onto the sheets.
Another tiny smile pulled at your mouth despite yourself.
And Will didn't push any further than that.
Eventually, you do get out of bed.
Will didn't rush you. He just stood when you finally sat up properly, gathering one of the dog toys from the floor and tossing it absentmindedly down the hallway for Winston.
The house felt less heavy downstairs.
You settled onto the couch beside Will with two dogs immediately begging for pets and cuddles. Max wedged himself shamelessly across both your laps while another curled against your legs.
For a little while, things feel easier.
Will tossed one of the worn rope toys lazily across the living room, watching the dogs scramble after it.
You found yourself petting Max absentmindedly, fingers sinking into warm fur while your breathing slowly evened out.
Will glanced at you occasionally, subtle enough that he probably thought you didn't notice.
You leaned toward him first. Your lips brushed his cheek once.
Then again.
Then the corner of his mouth.
Will huffed a quiet laugh through his nose, one hand settling automatically against your knee.
"You feeling a little better?" he asked softly.
"A little."
His thumb rubbed slowly against your leg.
"We could take the dogs out before it rains."
The words were gentle.
But the second he said it, something inside you sunk again.
Because walking the dogs meant showering first.
Changing clothes.
Brushing your teeth.
Finding clean socks.
Finding your shoes.
And then suddenly your brain was pulling everything else back in too.
The cups of cold coffee still sitting abandoned on your nightstand.
The laundry you wanted to do three days ago.
The promise you made Hannibal this morning that you'd at least tidy the bedroom today.
The bit of fragile warmth in your chest caved inward all at once beneath the weight of everything you hadn't done.
Your hands stilled against Max's fur.
"You don't have to." Will interrupted your spiralling thoughts.
You stared down at the dog curled across your lap instead.
"I thought I wanted to," you admitted quietly. "But now it just feels like…" You exhaled shakily. "Too much."
Will was silent for a moment. He wasn't disappointed in you, not at all.
Then he nodded once, "Okay."
He picked up one of the tennis balls from beside the couch and rolled it between his palms thoughtfully.
"We can stay here."
You glanced at him uncertainly. "But the dogs..."
"I'll let them into the backyard. You can watch from here." he suggested.
His eyes flicked briefly toward the massive glass sliding doors.
"And if you decide you want to come out later," he added, "you can."
The simplicity of it nearly made your chest ache.
Will stood slowly, the dogs immediately sprung to attention around him in chaotic excitement.
Max hesitated, though.
He looked between you and Will like he was conflicted about abandoning his post beside you.
Max stayed on the couch beside you.
You couldn't help smiling faintly as Will slid the backyard door open, instantly the dogs jumped outside excitedly.
Will lingered near the doorway instead of joining them immediately.
Like he didn't want you to feel left behind.
You give him a small wordless nod, he should go outside and play with the pack.
And so he did step outside, the dogs running wildly around the backyard.
You watched Will through the glass doors for a long while after that.
The dogs raced through the grass, muddy paws kicking up dirt while Will stood in the middle of them with the tennis ball, occasionally throwing it or tugging at a rope with another dog.
He looked… easy out there.
Not happy exactly. Will rarely looked happy in obvious ways.
But capable, functional, alive.
Alive in a way you suddenly didn't feel.
One of the dogs crashed into his legs at full speed and he stumbled slightly with a startled laugh, while another stole the ball from his hand.
You stared at the scene too long.
Will understood your feelings. Better than almost anyone.
You knew that.
You knew about the sleepless nights. The dissociation. The darkness he still carried around like something stitched into his ribs. You knew there were days he struggled to crawl out from underneath it too.
But somehow he still managed this.
He still got up.
Still walked the dogs. Still remembered things. Still functioned.
And you...
You spent all day in bed beside cups of cold coffee and promises you couldn't keep.
Your chest tightened painfully.
Maybe some people survived this.
Maybe you wouldn't.
Maybe you were losing.
Your gaze drifted toward Will again as he bent down to wipe mud from one of the dogs with the bottom of his sleeve, completely unconcerned with the mess.
And you felt like something left behind by it.
The losing dog.
The one that never quite caught up no matter how hard it tried.
Your throat burned suddenly.
Before the thought could spiral further, the sound of the front door opening cut through it.
The dogs outside immediately lost their minds.
You heard Hannibal's voice faintly from the entryway, calm and warm despite the pack of dogs suddenly rushing back in as they bounced towards the door, barking and jumping in joy to see him.
"Please, calm down," he said dryly, speaking to the dogs like they'd understand him, "You behave as though I've returned from war."
A moment later he appeared in the living room carrying several grocery bags in both hands.
Hannibal paused the second he saw you on the couch with Max.
And immediately, genuinely, his entire expression softened.
"There you are," he said quietly.
He set the bags carefully onto the counter before crossing the room toward you without hesitation.
He leaned down, one hand settling lightly against your jaw while he kissed you slowly, like he wanted you fully present for it.
"You're out of bed," he said fondly against your forehead afterward.
You nodded faintly.
Hannibal brushes his thumb against your jaw absentmindedly before glancing toward the backyard where Will was still occupied with the rest of the dogs.
"How was your day so far, dear?"
The question was gentle, trying to be casual and encouraging.
But suddenly it felt unbearable.
Because the truthful answer was nothing. You hadn't done anything and your day had been... empty.
Because the cups were still upstairs.
Because you said you would try today.
Your eyes drifted back toward the yard instead of answering.
Will was laughing quietly now as Harley refuses to give back the ball, darting away every time he got close enough to grab it.
You stared at him silently.
And beside you, Hannibal went still.
His gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer than usual, reading the absence in your expression.
"…Ah," he said softly.
His hand moved from your jaw into your hair instead, fingertips smoothing gently through it.
"You're comparing yourself to him."
You swallowed hard.
The sliding door rattled close a moment later, after Will and the rest of the pack returned inside.
Will pushed his slightly damp hair back from his forehead with the back of his wrist. There was dirt smudged faintly across his hands and along the sleeve of his henley where one of the dogs must have jumped on him.
He paused slightly when he noticed the atmosphere in the room.
His eyes flicked toward you first, then Hannibal beside you.
Hannibal sighed softly as one of them shook water off dangerously close to his trousers.
Will hummed before stepping closer to the couch. His fingers brush briefly against your shoulder as he passed.
Then he leaned in toward Hannibal.
Hannibal caught sight of the dirt still smeared across Will's hand at the last second and tilted his head back slightly with elegant disapproval.
"Please refrain from dirtying my suit."
Will kissed him anyway.
"You're impossible," Will murmured against his mouth.
"And yet you persist."
There was the faintest twitch at the corner of Will's lips as he pulled away.
Then he glanced down at himself, finally noticing the state of his clothes properly.
"Might have to shower before dinner," he said, rubbing at a muddy pawprint near his ribs.
i saw ur post about fluffy Logan oneshots so i have one :D if this is not what ur looking for, pls feel free to ignore !!
maybe touch starved reader who constantly clings to Logan and he asks about it and reader gets nervous that they pushed a boundary and stop only for Logan to be like “wtf no i love when u cling to me, pls keep doing it”
no pressure at all, have a nice evening / morning !!
A Soft Place to Land
a/n: Hi Anon! Thank you for your request. I am so sorry this has taken so long, life went kind of crazy for a second, but it's sorting itself out now! I hope you enjoy the drabble <3
Logan Howlett x TouchStarved!GN!Reader
CW: some mentions of jealousy, reader seems pretty anxious, just some good ole' fluff
Watching how Scott and Jean held each other, or even how the kids would comfort one another, you could feel jealousy curling around your mind at the absentminded tenderness in every touch. You’d spend countless nights awake, craving the touch of another while you wrapped your arms around yourself, fingers pressing into your skin just to feel something.
It gnawed at you, quiet and constant, slipping into the quiet spaces of your mind when you were alone. You’d close your eyes and imagine what it might feel like to rest your head on someone’s shoulder, to let the warmth of another’s touch seep into your skin and quiet the restlessness within you. It was always fleeting, a memory of something you've only had in fleeting moments.
Then there was Logan. The brooding, gruff exterior everyone seemed to shy away from became your refuge. It started as fleeting touches, knuckles grazing against his when you walked, shoulders bumping when you sat together. Before you knew it, you found yourself constantly lingering in his presence, your touch becoming more purposeful. Tracing shapes into the palm of his hand during long meetings or leaning on his shoulder after a mission, his head resting on top of yours. It was rare for you to be seen far apart, the school knew you were bound to be nearby if Logan was around.
You’re not sure when it started, the constant burn beneath your skin only satisfied by his touch. You started finding ways to get him to touch you, asking for help with your hair or applying bandaids. Now, you stood before Logan with a bracelet in hand, feigning an excuse of needing help to put it on. You didn’t miss the way Logan notched a brow at your request, eyeing the bracelet he knows you’ve put on yourself countless times. You fiddled with the jewelry in your palm, gaze nervously darting around his face as a familiar pit forms in your stomach at his hesitation. A heartbeat later, Logan opens the door wide for you to enter, knuckles grazing as you pass him.
Logan’s fingers daftly inspect the jewelry before draping it over your wrist, each graze of his fingers deepening the blush on your cheeks. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears and from the smirk on Logan’s face, you had a feeling he could hear how it quickened.
“Why you always around me, bub?” Logan asks nonchalantly as he clasps the bracelet, fingers still ghosting over your arm.
You swallow, feeling the words catch in your throat as you search for a response. You hadn’t considered Logan noticing, much less him asking you outright. The question hangs in the air as his eyes search your face, something curious and unguarded in them. You struggle to find a response that doesn’t make you sound desperate and scare him off.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” You murmur, taking your arm away from his touch, clutching it to your chest as if to slow your racing heart. You look away, face burning beneath the weight of his gaze. “I’ll stop. Must be kinda creepy, constantly hovering around you.” You force a weak laugh.
A beat passes, the crushing silence presses against your chest, wrapping around you until each breath feels like a struggle. When you gather the courage to meet his eyes again, his expression has softened, the usual guarded look slipping. He shifts closer, bringing his face level with yours, and the intensity in his gaze holds you captive.
“Don’t do that,” Logan’s breath fans your face with each word, mouth inches from yours. “Ain’t nobody said I didn’t like it.” His words are rough, each one lifting a weight from your chest. His eyes dart away to study the floor as his cheeks flush a deep crimson. “Ain’t used to people hanging around this much but… I don’t mind so much with you.”
A pause before he shrugs as if trying to shake off the weight of his words. “Guess you don’t bother me as much as most folks do.” Logan straightens but doesn’t step back. His face remained aloof, but his cheeks were still rosy as vulnerability oozed from his gaze. “So quit worrying about ‘creeping me out.’ You’re good.”
Logan’s kind words curled around your heart, a smile gracing your lips as you look at him. “So what I’m hearing is you're saying I can bug you even more now?” You joke, nudging his shoulder.
He scoffs, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t push it, bub.”
eddie and volt with a touch starved reader?? Reader gets held gently for once in their life and they just break down crying in their arms. I think this would be very cute and im excited to see what you'll do with this request ^_^
I wrote this at work when we had to shut down yesterday and finally had a chance to polish it up.
Eddie & Volt x reader, angst(ish) more so yearning, reader is touch starved, allusions to rejection sensitivity dysphoria, based on my own experiences with touch starvation
not beta read!!!
How do I make this yearning poetic
You always avoided touch. No matter how much you craved it. Your past partners hardly wanted to hold your hand let alone hug or hold you. It became easier to avoid it than to ask for it. Wasn't it easier to avoid the matter in its entirety rather than face an inevitable rejection?
Regardless, you craved contact so badly it felt like the very sinew of your muscle was about to reach out of your skin and hold onto the first person you could see. It got worse as you gradually stopped leaving your home, and dear reader if you were ever wondering, agoraphobia and touch starvation do not mix very well at all.
The objects in your home respected your avoidance of some of their casual affections, Volt noting the way you find ways to shift out of his embrace as he guides you into the bar, Dirk watching you sidestep him when he rests his arm on your shoulder, he isn't mad he himself isn't a very touchy guy. Harper on the other hand did not take it well and you had to have a sit-down talk with her about how you didn't really like much contact like that.
It's after you help fix the Breaker Box and everything seems to get better that you realize just how terrible the ache in your chest had become. You still did not ask. But the boys noticed. Of course they did they noticed everything. You wished they'd stop noticing.
Eddie noticed when your hand would chase his as he sets a drink down for you, or the look on your face when his fingers brush yours while you hand him a wrench.
Volt noticed the way you stood closer to him, the time you were so tired that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder just before the show had started. He hated having to wake you. He hated the way you seemed to purposefully put space between you and him after that like you were ashamed.
Anyone who'd frequented the Breaker Box knew that Volt was a touchy person so seeing the two of you not really be..well, touchy with each other was strange. They knew the three of you had gotten together after the reset, how could they not? It was all Volt talked about.
Volt brought it up to Eddie, but Eddie mentioned that maybe you just didn't like to be touched. And so, Volt let it go.
Until he couldn't anymore of course.
There was a night when Eddie had maintenance to do that you couldn't help him with despite how much you really wanted to (something to do with the current, too dangerous to take you around, but you could wait upstairs with Volt for him to get back.)
So, you did just that. You waited upstairs with your knees hugged to your chest to make yourself as small as possible to give Volt room on the bed though you already didn't take up much.
"You can be closer Live wire I promise I don't bite." Volt teases "Well..that hard." He chuckles at himself, and you give him a soft smile before you move just an inch or so closer. He looks worried for a moment, just a split second, a twitch of his eyebrow, the spark in his eyes dimming a little bit before he speaks again and fully turns to face you.
"My dear, you know it's okay if you don't want to be touched right?" He asks, you nod pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and biting the skin off your bottom lip, his thumb reaches up slowly and pulls you lip out from your teeth. He moves slowly like he's worried he'll spook you.
"I do want you to." That's the problem. You fidget with the threads in the sheets. "i-" You're interrupted by the creaking of the door to their loft opening Eddie nods to you and doesn't say much before he goes and starts a shower, he'd been covered in what looked to be dirt.
You and Volt sit quietly for a good few minutes, he doesn't press, actually he doesn't really say anything it's a contrast to how he is during the open hours of the club, as if the minute he gets up here he lets himself be off for once. When Eddie comes out, towel wrapped around his hips while he digs through the dresser for a shirt you're able to speak up while he settles for the night.
"Can I.." You trail off trying to find the right words to say as Eddie moves closer so he can hear you better, Volt perks up shifting again on the bed to sit up and look at you. The right words don't come so in the end you just let whatever's in your head spill out of your mouth. "Can I lay on you?"
They both look surprised at this but after a second Eddie smiles and settles on the bed so you can lay between them. Volt wraps an arm around you waist as you settle on Eddie's chest it's like you'd done it a thousand times and it felt so good you could cry gods above how long had it been since you felt the warmth of another persons touch.
Volts hands running through your hair seem to break you apart, you don't even realize you were crying until Eddie cupped your face and turned it toward him.
"Baby what's wrong? Are you alright?" He asks attempting to get you to sit up not expecting you to cling to him, to get as close as you can, "Talk to me spark." He says.
You smile up at him through the tears. "Just really touch starved Eddie." You wipe your eyes and settle deeper against his chest. His arms wrap a little tighter around you. Behind you. Volt entwined his hand with Eddies across your waist and gives you a kiss on the crown of your head, you feel a little spark of static from it and can’t help the giggle that erupts from your mouth. Volt does it again, then again beginning to poke your sides to make you laugh more.
“You’re so perfect live wire.” He murmurs when you finally settle back down.
“I love you both so much. Thank you.” You say closing your eyes, the warmth made you sleepy.
“For what baby?” Eddie asks his brows furrowing,
“This?” You say but it comes out more like a question, Eddie shakes his head at you. “Don’t thank us for this. It’s not some luxury, we adore you, anyone who wouldn’t want to lie here with you is an idiot.” He runs one hands through your hair as he speaks his other on your chin tilting your face to look at him. “Do you understand?” You nod. “Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.” A yawn breaks free and you three shift into a comfortable silence that puts you to sleep. You sleep better than you have in years there in their arms and overtime you don’t avoid their touch as badly anymore, you let yourself fall asleep on Volts shoulder or reach out for Eddies hand during his breaks at the bar.
I love you all, thank you so much for 209 followers MWAH
Cold siren s/o trying to sleep but can't cuz if the cold, so their equally siren bf (aventurine, ratio, sunday, Dan heng and jing yuan) warms them up
Can be cuddles, can be insistent nuzzles, guiding a eepy partner closer to a thermal vent, joining them in slumber after that X3c
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Warmth Was Never a Guarantee
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Siren!Men x Siren!Reader, Fluff with Emotional Depth, Comfort & Cuddling, Hurt/Comfort, Protective, Emotional Vulnerability, Touch-Starved Reader, Found Family Vibes, Silent Affection, Unspoken Love, Late-Night Conversations, Gentle Physical Contact, Reader is a Cold Siren.
There’s a chill that clings to the deep-sea currents tonight, biting through even your scaled skin as you toss and shift on the coral-silk hammock. A sigh bubbles out from your lips, frustration fizzing through your muscles.
“Can’t sleep?” a velvet voice purrs from behind.
You nearly jump, only to feel a warm chest press against your spine. Aventurine’s arms coil around you, smug and deliberate, like he’d been waiting for you to squirm just enough.
“You could’ve said something, starlight,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, his breath trailing heat along your nape. “I would’ve gladly charged you interest for warmth.”
“Don’t start.” You grumble, but lean into him anyway. He’s always warm, unnaturally so. You suspect he hoards heat just to make others need him.
“Mm, cold blooded and cold-hearted?” he teases, rubbing his thumb along your hip. “Let’s fix that.”
He gently guides you toward the under-reef vent, the geothermal current heating your shared space in slow, pulsing waves. You sigh again—this time with relief—as he nestles closer behind you, tails entangling like sea vines.
“You’re like a personal furnace,” you murmur.
“And you're my favorite gamble,” he whispers. “Always worth the risk.”
When he presses a kiss behind your ear and his hand finds yours beneath the blanket of kelp-fronds, you finally drift off—warm, steady, and maybe even lucky.
You try to suppress the shivers wracking your form, but the gentle clatter of your teeth betrays you.
Ratio doesn’t need a confession. The moment he hears the rhythmic stutter in your breathing, he places his data slate down with a precise sigh.
“Again?” he asks, voice low but not unkind.
“I’m fine,” you lie through blue lips.
“You are many things, my dear, but a liar is not one of them.” He’s beside you in an instant, his body heat a stark contrast to the abyssal chill of your shared quarters.
You grumble something unintelligible as he presses his forehead to yours, slowly coaxing you toward the thermal basin he’d customized after your last ‘incident.’ He’s already recalibrated the heat flow.
“I accounted for the drop in ambient temperature,” he murmurs, slipping an arm under your back and easing you in. “Though next time, I’d prefer earlier feedback.”
You blink up at him. “You mean concern?”
His eyes soften, his fingers brushing your cheek. “Scientific concern. And a... fondness I lack vocabulary for.”
You can’t help the chuckle that slips out as you settle against him in the basin, the warmth blooming around you like sunlight. He joins you after a moment, chest against yours, arms folded possessively.
“If warmth is what you need,” he whispers, “I’ll hypothesize all night.”
The sea is quiet—too quiet. The soft glittering hues of pastel light filter through the sleeping glade, but you feel no peace.
You curl tighter into your side of the nest, wishing for warmth that doesn’t come.
A whisper of feathers brushes your back.
Without a word, Sunday is there. His movements are gentle, reverent, as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he breathes too loud. He settles behind you slowly, hands brushing your trembling arms, golden eyes glowing faint in the dark.
“You’re cold,” he murmurs softly, not as a question, but as a truth.
You nod against the pillow of woven light.
“I used to think dreams were enough to keep someone warm,” he confesses, voice carrying the weight of old regrets. “But there’s no shame in needing more than hope.”
You don’t answer—not with words—but your fingers curl around his as he pulls you closer, wings softly blanketing your forms like a gentle snowfall. The warmth is slow, delicate, but soul-deep.
His arm drapes over both your shoulders now, and his halo flickers with soft comfort. He hums—not a song, but a quiet resonance—until you finally drift off, heart syncing with his in the silence.
(story pliant to whatever fandom/identity you wanna attach to this, generally for those who fantasise about a gently forceful caretaker)
Once your parent found out about your true identity they couldn't accept living with you because of their conservative ideals and kicked you out, a sadly common occurrence.
While walking to find a place you could rest outside hidden from the rain you stumbled upon an odd isolated home, and get greeted at the door without having knocked by a much older lady who greets you with a friendly soft smile.
She attentively asks you about your situation and you while looking down explain sadly your turn of events.
"Oh no no no, that simply won't do. How wrong. For simply existing. How could a parent ever?!" Cleared her throat "your welcome to stay with me for a while if you wish."
You hesitated but it was hard to say no to.
You were led inside. When she took off your coat for you and offered you biscuits and hot tea you were a bit dazed at the speed of kindness, though her insistence beat your hesitancy to accept and it wasn't even close.
"Seeing your state I insist you take a bath to warm up. Il give you a new pair of clothes after. The bath should be ready in the bathroom."
You enter, getting distracted from your thoughts about how the tub is already full and ready somehow by the items placed along the tub to be used, pink bubbles, you've not used something so.. non-functonal and simply for fun in a while and decide it'd be rude not to given she left it clearly for you to use.
Its quite warm and relaxing, warming up your body while loosening muscles. Alone in the room you might or might not have also played with some bubbles, but who's to say.
you see the clothes left out for: a nice simple casual dress, something more expressive than your used to, and so.. pretty. You also do notice it's of simular style to the clothes the lady was wearing even if slightly different. Eventually you put it on and walk up, and before you can gather your thoughts much more your nose drifts you towards the kitchen where she is already in the middle of cooking a meal.
You asked her and she did with a smile and chuckle confirm she was cooking for you.
"Oh how silly, who else my dearest? Sit will you? It will be ready in a moment. I hope you like this stew."
You attempted to say you'd be fine and she wasn't obliged to care for you, which was the first thing to remove the smile off of her face.
"Sit. And wait, like a good little one."
You did.
..
You hesitantly ate and it tasted great. You'd already forgotten any uneasy at the clothes you were wearing and hadn't thought once yet about the fact you didn't know her name and yet you felt as if she knew you all too well. At your yawn you were picked up before you could process it, after the seconds it took to realise and the your soft protests she simply chuckles and said.
"You've been so good little thing. But now it's time to rest. Your body agrees with me you know~"
You..couldn't find the strength to resist being carried like a doll or object to her bed- her bed? Soon you were wrapped around her arms, held close as if you 2 were close. Your body had long since betrayed you and you couldn't help but relax into her and do nothing but be still and boneless only letting out quiet sounds of enjoyment as your eye lids grew heavier with every stroke of your hair by her and the heavenly feeling on your scalp. Before you knew it you were out like a light wrapped around her, despite usually not falling asleep so fast. You haven't even had time yet to process all that's happened today, but you truly found no will inside yourself to bother to, it felt so nice..
..
when you woke up, you felt the slight tug on your hair. You looked back with hazy eyes to see her skillfully brushing your hair gently. You couldn't explain why it took you so much longer to wake up than usual this time, it felt a spell, and it wasn't one you could or wanted to break.
..
"god your so cute and pretty. And so docile, such a good [girl/boy/little thing]. I can't wait to wake up with you by my side every morning. Now, let's wake up my dearest little thing."
Her words made you fumble briefly. You eventually managed to get up and working. She insisted on giving you some medicine you didn't know of, and then got you to do some simple chores for her of cleaning and tidying up, which you did without issue, used to being asked to do far more. The only thing shocking was the soft high praise she sang for you over these tasks, 'such a good thing, so helpful and nice'. You 2 ate breakfast and you began to question things less than before.
You felt..calm. safer. She might of been confusing might.. she was also quite predictable and comforting. You couldn't help but constantly be more relaxed than you were uses to, and began to be more eager to help her with whatever small tasks were asked of you, that she when she wasn't pampering you with head stratches and soft praises in your ear that made you feel fuzzy and hazy/dazed while enveloping you. She was so gentle you never felt obligated to act in any kind of way when she touched you. She was so open with it all as if its normal to casually as your walking by ruffle someone's hair 'simply for fun', and hug on whims, it was new but.. it was a wonderful kind of new.
(Hope you enjoyed :D. Thoughts on this style/topic of writing from me?"
And just like that, you were completely sober. Realistically, you knew that this question was coming.
It was a completely logical, reasonable question to ask.
Boundaries were essential, and having conversations about what your boundaries were was a perfectly reasonable and respectful thing to do.
But right now, when you were still slightly tipsy and reeling from all of the touching and affirmation, your brain wasn't exactly functioning on all cylinders.
"Uhmm..." You stammered out, wanting nothing more than to tuck yourself back into Simons neck and simply pass away.
"If all you want is some hugs, we can do that love." Kyle says softly, his hand stroking comforting circles on your calf that weren't at all distracting.
"No!" You blurted, startling even yourself with your volume. "No, I mean, I want more than... but I... I don't... I don't want to put you all in a position where you guys are uncomfortable, or ask for to much, so really it's whatever you guys are comfortable with!"
Behind you, Johnny snorts, an indignant puff of air on the back of your neck.
"Whatever we are comfortable with aye! Well then love..."
"Johnny!" Price's voice is sharp, cutting him off midsentence. When he focuses his attention back on you, his expression softer than you've ever seen it, you're not quite sure what to make of it. "Love, I think I speak for all of us that we're more than comfortable with a lot more than a few hugs." He practically spits the words hugs, but he is moving on before you have time to ask.
"Now, I'm going to ask you one more time what you are comfortable with, because I highly doubt that you are going to say anything that we aren't willing to give you. So, what do you want from us love?"
You had two options here. You could be honest with them, tell them that you wanted, no needed all of them. That on the days where you sat and watched them simply love each other your chest got so tight that it hurt to breathe, hurt to even be around them because of the force of your want. You could impose on their dynamic and insert yourself even further into their life and you could be happy, even if just for a little bit.
Or, you could take the safe route, the familiar route. Close yourself off and lie to their faces and save everyone in this situation from a world of very probably hurt.
You had never been very good at communicating your feelings, at asking for what you needed, or at taking what you so desperately wanted.
And you all lived very dangerous lives. One of you could be deployed at any moment and never come back.
But as you looked around at your boys, no, your family, waiting somewhat patiently for your answer, you found that you were tired of waiting, tired of denying yourself. Tired of ending things before they even began.
"All the way. I want you. I want all of you, and anything and everything that you are willing to give me."
It's a content smile that lights up Johns face, his eyes shining with knowing like he had just been waiting for you to say it.
And if anyone was going to know something that you had only just admitted to yourself, it was going to be your captain.
Then, you are once again being passed around like a lap doll. You're pulled out of Johnnys arms and into Kyles where he is whispering into your ear how proud he is of you, peppering your face with kisses as he grips your hips.
Johnny steals you back then, planting kisses across your shoulder and up your neck, whispers of "gonna take such good care of ya love. Promise!"
Then he is passing you off to Simon. Once you are planted firmly in his lap, he grips your chin, the soft smile on his face enough to bring a shy one to yours before he's ducking his head and licking up your neck the same way that you had done to him.
"How's she taste Lt?" Johnny cheers as Simon passes you to John, who had been patiently waiting his turn.
"Like ours." Simon rasps, his voice thick with contentment as he reaches down to kiss Johnny.
"You're sure about this love?" John asks, eyes searching your own, checking in with you one last time because he wouldn't be John if he didn't.
"Kiss me John!" You whine, eager to be claimed in the same way that the rest of them have claimed you. And when his lips meet yours, it's impossible not to smile, surrounded by warmth and drunk on contact.
And, to absolutely no ones surprise, John is a good kisser. So much so that the commotion of the rest of your group clambering about behind you seems to fade as every one of your senses hones in on John.
His lips on yours, one hand tangled in your hair, the other running up and down your thigh, and then his tongue comes into play and you lose it, whining into his mouth as you try desperately to get yourself as close as possible to him.
"Fuckin 'ell love!" Kyle groans as he pushes himself up behind you. "Make that noise again and I don't know if I can be held responsible for any and all future actions!"
You hear Jonny and Simon voice their agreements behind you as Kyle runs his hands from your waist to your tits, tweaking your nipples before bringing one hand to loosely wrap around your throat and practically ripping a moan out of you.
John pulls back at that, eyes immediately finding Kyles hand wrapped around your throat, and his spit slicked and swollen lips twitch underneath his beard.
"Kyle!" It's a warning that is heavily undermined by the fact that you can feel him hardening underneath you. Now it's your turn to wrench a noise out of John as you grind down onto him, with Kyle chuckling behind you.
"Don't pretend you don't like her pretty little noises from my hand wrapped around her throat just as much as I did, John." He teases, ducking down to nip at your neck as he keeps eye contact with John.
"If you two are gonna fuck over there then Simon and I are stealing the lass and going to bed!" Johnny whines as he detaches himself from Simon and refocuses on you.
But surprisingly, it's Simon who reaches out and scruffs Johnny, pulling his eager hands away from the three of you.
"We aren't fucking her tonight."
"What!" Your whines mix in with Johnny and Kyles as Kyles hand tightens just a bit around your neck, as if he is preparing for Simon to rip you away from him.
John sighs as he stills your hips, bringing your attention back to him.
"Simon is right love. You've done a lot tonight, gone from zero to a hundred real quick, it's probably best if you..."
"Don't say it John!" You spit, grinding down on him to further assert your point.
"Yeah John!" Johnny joins in, reaching a hand out to his bicep, putting on his best puppy dog face.
"You're really going to make me sleep alone?"
"Now, who said anything about sleeping alone?" Simon said, standing from the couch and making for the door.
20 minutes later and some light cursing later, Johnny and Simon had hauled their mattresses into Prices room, creating one big super mattress with a veritable nest of blankets for the five of you to sleep on.
You had kept Kyle tucked up against you, not wanting to lose the contact for even a second, guiding him down onto a chair and straddling him, refusing to let him up even for a second.
And Kyle was more than happy to stay underneath you as the rest of the boys fought with the mattress. Plus, you needed someone to help you hatch a plan to get John and Simon to let your boys fuck you tonight.
So in between kisses, Kyle told you about the spot right beneath Simons ear that would make him whine so prettily, and how Joh had sensitive nipples but that he would never admit to it.
Once the bed nest was ready, Kyle dutifully carried you over to it, dropping you in between Simon and Johnny as he crawled between your legs, a wicked smirk on his face as he pressed kisses into your stomach.
But as you snuggled up with your boys, contentment heavy in your body, your drinks catching up with you, sleep a valiant contender in the fight.
"Thank you, for tonight." You whispered into Simons neck, trying to get yourself to stretch to reach the spot Kyle had told you about.
Simons chuckled vibrated through you as he dropped a kiss onto your forehead, then your nose before finally reaching your lips. "Your welcome, but don't even try it love. Jus' go to sleep!" He whispered against your lips.
"Whaddya mean don..."
"You and Kyle weren't being very quiet about your plans." John pipes up from Johnnys other side, hand leaving Johnnys hip to find your own and pinch.
"Don't know what you're talking 'bout!" You whine, but it's soft, sleep winning the battle.
"Just go to sleep love. We will be here when you wake up. Promise!" Simon whispers, lips pressed to your cheek.
