#“cuddles”
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gorjee-art · 6 months ago
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a comic about cuddles
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everythingwasnormalhere · 6 months ago
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pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual
im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out
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kindinb00 · 7 months ago
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traumszenario · 2 months ago
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w-intent · 4 months ago
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imbluefox · 4 months ago
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pangur-and-grim · 16 days ago
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oh…. I didn’t think they’d ever be friends, and yet!
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mroddmod · 1 month ago
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they are like puppies. 2 me
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tswkento · 29 days ago
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nanami is not the type of man to sleep naked. he prefers to have a light tee and loose cotton pants that never see the light of other rooms aside from his bedroom and bathroom. it’s comfortable and it’s soft and he doesn’t think about it at all.
but it’s something he disregards after you start spending nights at his place.
he doesn’t care about it; you’re everything that plagues his mind and makes up his world and it doesn’t matter if you’re present by his side or not — but if you are, there is no way nanami can think about clothes.
how could he? the skinship, the addictive feeling of you soft body fitting almost perfectly against his, your gentle hands caressing his now relaxed body and legs tangled with the set of his.
on the first night that you decided to spend at his home; after a wonderful third date that left you and him very much hungry for more time with each other, kento timidly proposed the idea of you stopping at his place to recharge and then go home, but naturally, one thing led to another, and soon he couldn’t care less about work in the next morning or being appropriate.
the bed feels a lot softer with you in it, and when nanami moves to grab his clothes from his nightstand, you only tug him closer to yourself, moulding your body against his. the playful curl of your kiss-swollen lips luring him back in, your honeyed voice calling out to him like an ethereal siren would.
your plush tits pressing onto the surface of his hard chest whilst your warm palms roaming over the expanse of his back, and the silky sheets felt a lot more pleasant than usual.
it felts so heavenly that the thought of having a physical barrier between your bodies that would prevent him from exchanging body heat with you, basking in your affection, your oh so generously shared love, and dismissing clothes for that seemed the only way to properly enjoy your presence in his bed. in your bed <33
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starsofang · 3 months ago
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Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.
At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.
Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.
He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.
In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.
To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.
And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.
The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.
He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine’. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.
And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.
You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.
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bigimango · 3 months ago
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Some fluffy sketches~
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landflman · 9 months ago
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kindinb00 · 3 months ago
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fakakta-art · 6 months ago
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Jason: *terrified, thinks he's gonna die* Bruce: *used to carrying Dick around like a ferret* small child. so small.
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w-intent · 4 months ago
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