#cuddle sex

[tsoachilles-nsfw]

rough sex, this. rough sex, that. what about soft, slow sex ??? grinding against each and whimpering into each other's mouths pathetically ??? feeling their hand on your throat, calmly possessing you ??? kissing each other everywhere, not necessarily even to make marks, just to feel each other ??? them holding your hands above your head ??? whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears ??? tracing each other's bodies afterwards just for the feeling of affection ??? cuddle sex ??? sleepy sex ???? what about that ?????

[moghedien]

Lae’zel’s romance arc is literally everything like it’s a one night stand. It’s a two night stand but she pretends she isn’t dying to be with you again. She’s a domme. She’s a bottom. She doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t like to cuddle. She thinks you’re weak for showing interest in her. She thinks she’s weak because she can’t stop thinking about you. She wakes you up in the middle of the night and makes you duel her because she doesn’t know what else to do about being obsessed with you. She cries and confesses her devotion to you if you win. She cries and confesses her devotion to you if you lose. She will tell everyone about your sexual exploits without shame. She’s embarrassed if you try to kiss her in public. She growls at you if you stop kissing her public. She is extremely possessive of you. She wants you to be as extremely possessive of her and is the most visibly heart broken if you cheat on her. She takes half the game building up the courage to ask you to cuddle. She changes her entire perception of the world because you showed her to was ok to approach things differently. She gives you multiple terms of endearment. She’s terrified that your relationship will end after all of this is over. The climax of her romance is holding her hand.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Snuggle Company

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))

Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?

Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and it’s very short 😣 Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me

Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.

You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasn’t your assigned bedroom after all.

You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.

You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.

Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fred’s bed. Well, Fred and George’s bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. George’s ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys don’t always worry about masculinity.

“Psst….Guys-“ You gently shook George’s shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didn’t want to wake the other students up, but you also didn’t want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didn’t want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.

“Hm-?” George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.

“Thanks.” You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.

“No pink toads will get you-“ “Not on our watch.” The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they weren’t going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.

“We’ve got plans for her. Don’t worry.” George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.

“And it’s going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.” Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.

“Promise.” They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing you’ll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.

Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.

[moonlitkissing]

I need my sweet boy on top of me, humping my thigh with his head buried in my neck so i can play with his hair and whisper to him how pretty he is right then

[deadboyswalking]

Imagine it's like, 10 years later and not only does Sanji realize that Zoro is kind of his best friend, but he also spends all of his time with him??? And he kind of loves him??? And in all of their time together, Sanji has rarely sought out other companionship (rarer over time) and Zoro has never seemed interested in it???

"OH MY GOD!"

"It's not a big deal, cook."

"I HAVEN'T SPENT A SINGLE DAY WITHOUT YOU IN SEVEN YEARS."

"And you've gotten on my nerves every single one of those 2,556 days."

"WE SHARE A BED!"

"I'm almost always on night watch and you're up before anyone else. Waste of space to each have our own."

"BUT WE SLEEP IN IT TOGETHER HALF THE TIME!"

"At least you don't kick in your sleep. And you always bitch about being cold when you're alone, so I'm not seeing the problem here."

"OH MY GOD, ARE WE DATING? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE WE???"

[toriafiction]

In a lot fics Ivy is either throwing around sex pollen indiscriminately or even maliciously but what if it was by total accident?

She is still in the experimental stage with this new pollen enhancement. She doesn't even know what all effects it will have. There is no way she is going to use it until she does.

Cue nosey Bats snooping around in her lab, poking into things they shouldn't be, and dosing themselves with it then fleeing. Cue Ivy's lab results finishing at just that moment showing that what was once innocent cuddle pollen is now some monstrous mind-shattering sex pollen.

Sex pollen that just infected two little birds that she has known since they were in pixie boots and neon yellow capes, believing in magic and goodness and that nothing could ever clip their wings.

Cue Ivy rampaging through Gotham looking to actually save those two moronic birds.

"No, Batman not right now. I'm trying to save your two oldest idiots!"

Cue Ivy finding them in a very compromising position and filling with cold dread and sharp painful regret as she apprehends them and drags them back to her lab, keeping them separated the whole time.

Cue her calling Harley before she even starts trying to make an antidote. These boys are going to need therapy, all the therapy, and she doesn't know or trust anyone else. She's going to need therapy for what she's done to them.

Harley's fist assessment of, "They're just really horny for each other," does nothing to help her.

After Ivy manages to flush the toxins from their systems and Harley is actually able to talk to them and she comes back with the same assessment with an added, "Really they owe you a thanks," she breaks down crying in frustration. relief

She didn't clip any wings. She didn't end any more of their magic and the good it brings.

[moonlitkissing]

Today, I'm thinking about watching a movie with a boy, having his head in my lap, and gently scratching my nails over his scalp to hear his little contented sighs. Hand him snacks if he wants them and rest my free hand on his waist

And reach a little lower if his sighs turn needy until neither of us is watching the movie anymore

[spockicelli]

I want to write a fic where both house and Wilson are essentially impotent (opioids and antidepressants) (and middle aged) and they keep trying to have sex and it keeps not working and they both get more and more frustrated

[dreamymaccready2287]

the day after arkos got together

Yang: Sooooo, dense knight finally got the messages his partner was sending and they finally got together, huh?

Ren: Yes.

Yang: So, where did you and Nora sleep after getting kicked out for some "private time". eyebrow wiggle

Nora: We didn't get kicked out, we stayed in there all night!

Yang: fake gasp Oh my how scandalous! They just let you watch?

Nora: Uhhh... yeah? They watch me and Ren do it all the time.

Yang: ...damn, team JNPR is a lot more kinky than I expected.

Ren, sighing: Nora, don't say it like that, you know exactly what you're implying.

Ren: All they did last night was cuddle each other.

Nora: And he means all they did. Those two were snuggling for like, four hours straight and then fell asleep. It was super cute!

[shrimpberries]

MORE

Hope the people eat this shit up

[rosyhoneydew]

tommy's gotta have like permanent little teeth indents in his shoulder from where buck bites him by now like I know buck sees that man's broad frame and just gnaws on him whenever he gets the chance

[crow-caller]

As the world's leading lightlark informer, want to confirm Of COURSE i was right: the new bonus book is just plain Oro and Grim POVs of old content and new backstory. What is it, 2011 again.

Except bc we're in THIS era of book consumption, it's like

The special edition book is called GRIM AND ORO: DUELING CROWNS which is very video game esque. Oro can't have shit: of course he's second

Speaking of

What drives me crazy with lightlark is the insistence oro is an equal love interest to Grim. Everyone knows he isn't. Man can't have anything. even his interior art is him not getting the girl

It is coming out sept 30th, which is alarmingly close to when book 4 typically would drop— a delay at last? Anyway I will read it and— grim stop watching that young woman sleep this instant

[kitschclown]

oh god oh god its happening- im drawing… fluff

was talking to @tidedotwav about sanzolu & how luffy would be super cuddly/touchy & sanji doesnt know how to turn off “im only worthy when im serving others”

slightly suggestive addition (like PG, but just for safety)

+ my personal hc of sex positive asexual luffy who doesnt rlly care abt the sex & just likes sweaty naked afterglow cuddling

[little-cereal-draws]

Hc that Polites has a massive squish (platonic crush) on Odysseus

a follow up to this post, this post, and this post. you don't need to read them to understand this post tho

It's difficult to explain because in a lot of ways it feels a lot like a romantic crush but it's not. He spent a few years when they were younger debating if what he was feeling was romantic or not but when he saw how Odysseus and Penelope acted, he knew that wasn't right. He had all the same intensity and the longing that they had but he just wanted to hang out, nothing more. It's a weird thing, to be laying in bed, kicking your feet, and giggling with joy like you've got a crush because you spent all day with your bestie but know that you never want it to go any further than that.

Admittedly, he was jealous when Odysseus was falling in love with Penelope. Who did this girl think she was?? Sure, she was smart, pretty, and talented but what about him? He had known Odysseus almost for their entire lives, did that mean nothing to him? Why would he not want to spend time with Polites in favor of this random girl he didn't even know existed until a few months ago??? It didn't make any sense. He was bitter and angry; he wanted to take it out on Odysseus by acting distant and closed off but he couldn't do it. He thought if he acted like he had other people he'd rather hang out with then Odysseus would realize what he was missing. But every time he came by, it felt so much better to let all the giddy affection that buzzed in his heart out. Polites found he didn't care one way or the other about Penelope when Odysseus was talking to him.

By the time Odysseus and Penelope got married, he had made peace with it. Penelope might be Odysseus' first choice now but that didn't mean that he would stop hanging out with Polites entirely. Seeing Odysseus' blinding smile as he celebrated with his new wife made everything worth it. If Penelope made him happy, Polites could be happy for him too. He finally stumbled home from the festivities feeling warm and content.

When Telemachus was born, it rekindled an aspect of his relationship with Odysseus that had been forgotten lately. His friend was stressed, sleep deprived, and bursting with love for his tiny son. Polites would let him lean on his shoulder while he rambled incoherently about how amazed he was that such a small person could fit so much poop in him. It melted Polites' heart that his friend felt so comfortable with him; that he would press into his side, half asleep, and finally let himself relax. Odysseus had always been very tactile in showing his affection for people, but it had been reserved more for Penelope lately. Polites' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

They sailed to Troy and the war slowly, very slowly, began. They stopped spending as much time together -Odysseus was needed by the kings- and as the years dragged on, Polites thought he had finally gotten over his feelings. The ones that Odysseus would unknowingly entertain but never understood the full depth of. When he laid in his tent at night and thought of his friend, no strong feelings came. Just two friends who enjoyed each other's company a normal amount. Honestly, he was fine with this. Odysseus wouldn't shut up about how much he missed Penelope even though Polites was right there with him and the unrequited yearning was starting to grow old. No matter how close they were or how much time they spent together, Odysseus would never return the level of feeling that Polites had for him.

After the ambush of Troy, the whole camp spent a night celebrating before they packed up to finally go back home. People were drinking, singing, making sacrifices to the gods, and admiring their new treasures. Everyone was having a good time- except Odysseus. He stumbled into Polites' tent and collapsed to his knees. Polites was by his side in an instant, pulling him into his arms so he wouldn't completely fall. His friend sobbed and sobbed as Polites gently rocked him back and forth. He didn't know where this had come from, not a single man under Odysseus' command had died, but he would spend as long as he needed to comforting his friend. Odysseus eventually cried himself to sleep, still in his armor and still in his arms. As Polites gently laid him down on his mat, his heart gave another kick of longing. It startled him -he thought he was over this- but when Odysseus refused to let go of his hand, even in sleep, he decided that he was more than happy to get pulled back in headfirst.

They start the trip back home. Time was running out until Odysseus is distracted by Penelope again. If Polites ever wanted Odysseus to feel the same way about him, he needed to do something now. But he wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to do anything besides what they're already doing. Hanging out, talking, teasing each other, etc. He jumped at the chance to explore the island alone with him and to cheer him up. He was still not sure why Odysseus was upset but if he could help him... then maybe that'll be the thing that finally get Odysseus to return his feelings. It's a long shot but he had to try. And if not, then he still got to spend a day with his friend, making him feel better.

The club came from above and Polites didn't see the shadow until it was too late. There was a split second of wind in his hair. Then pain. So much pain. He was sure his ribs were piercing through his lungs. He doesn't remember calling out for Odysseus. He doesn't remember reaching out for him either. He only remembers the look of terror on his friend's face and the tears already pouring down his cheeks.

[buckxtommy]

tim minear you wanna write a shirtless tommy scene sooo bad.. you wanna give us closeups of his chest SOOOO BAD