#mandatory cuddling

[jedidryad]

WIP:I could sense  he was not as serene as he looked

One of the challenges in writing Lightsabers are Always Loaded has been writing Luke and Mara constantly feeling alienated from one another and speaking at cross-purposes. Writing a broken relationship hurts, and it might hurt to read. So, as an antidote, here’s a bit from part 5 - during Vision of the Future when they are slowly recognizing how much they care about one another. This is an excerpt from negotiating with the Qom Jha, who had “captured” Mara on Nirauan. She needs Luke to help her  understand them, and they have to work together for the first time in a long time…

He then announced the arrival of the Bargainer and I grimaced at the realization that I would need a translator. Why couldn’t I understand them?

“It sure would make things easier,” Luke acknowledged when I expressed my frustration, and then, after a beat, he asked for my hand.

I held out my left to him and asked what he had in mind.

“I can sense them and we can sense each other. If we can make that connection strong enough..”

His grip tightened on mine and I strained to hear if it made a difference. After a moment, it became clear that hand holding wouldn’t do it. Luke murmured a nearly silent apology as he slid behind me, slipped an arm around my waist and dropped his head down to mine. Had I been facing him, we would have held the primary position of a Hosnian Bolero.

I fought the instinct to stiffen, and realized my heart was pounding harder than was necessary. His arm was warm on my waist, his breath soft in my ear.

Since when did another person affect me like this? Since when did Luke?

And then I gasped as I realized the jumbled sounds had coalesced into separate voices that I could understand. It was like a transmission finally syncing on the right frequency.

Luke tightened his arm briefly in a celebration of success and I settled in to follow the conversation.

The conversation was remarkably disturbing. The Qom Jha didn’t want me there. Apparently they had attempted to contact Luke and warn him to keep me away from the planet – although I couldn’t imagine why they thought that would be a useful approach, and the Bargainer who called himself “Eater of Fire Creepers” seemed less interested in explaining why I was in danger than in finding the right being to blame for Luke not receiving the messages. This did not bode well for a productive discussion.

And Eater of Fire Creepers did not seem to care, as he settled on blaming Luke’s guide on behalf of all of the Qom Qae. Kriff, couldn’t we go anywhere without running into hostility and skirmishes?

I sensed what might  have been wry sympathy from Luke, but it was quickly subsumed in concern as he ordered the Qom Jha to leave Child of Winds alone.

They did not, and with an obvious reluctance, he stepped away from me and into a defensive stance as he ignited his lightsaber and repeated his command.

“Leave him alone and I will question him.”

That should do it. After so many years, Luke had perfected the tone and pose of power and intimidation. His words seemed to reverberate through the Force and against the cavern walls. It was impressive, I had to admit.

But it didn’t work. They continued to harass Child of Winds, and I watched the avian pull further into his crevice. Either the Qom Jha didn’t know Luke was the real deal, or they didn’t care. Neither possibility could be tolerated though. They needed to be shown.

I waited for Luke to advance on them, to throw his lightsaber, to do something. He didn’t. Why not?

Reaching out, I could sense he was not as serene as he looked. He was frantically trying to come up with a nonviolent way to intervene on behalf of his guide. Of course, I suddenly realized, his every act was being judged against the mantle of the Jedi Master that he always had to wear. Whether he wanted it or not, everything he did reflected the Jedi and needed to match how he wanted them to be perceived in the galaxy.

I, ex-assassin, smuggler, semi-redeemed war criminal, had no such strictures.

I grabbed my holdout and fired. I sent three bolts into precise locations around Child of Winds’ hiding place, close enough to almost singe the beaks of the harassing avians without doing any actual damage.

They backed off and silence rang in the echoes of my shots.

I had everyone’s attention.

“A minute ago you called him Master,” I reminded the insolent crowd. “Is he a Jedi Master to be respected, or isn’t he?”

I settled into a combat stance and allowed the threat in my tone and words to communicate the danger they would be in if they continued this sort of disrespect.

Luke’s emotions drifted from embarrassment to disapproval.

Ungrateful of him.

The birds were speaking again and, having stepped away from Luke, I had no idea what they were saying.

“Translation?” I muttered, trying to keep the redness out of my cheeks as the weakness of my strategy became apparent. This was beyond frustrating and I was certain Luke could tell.

“He said, ‘You have no place to speak thus to the Bargainer for the Qom Jha’,” Luke gallantly translated as he slid his arms back around me and I tried to focus on what he said, despite the sudden warmth of his breath against my neck. What was wrong with me?

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 43)

“Hey! I'm agh, back!” N was still completely covered in mud and filth, his coat littered in scratches and stains, his hat was clutched in his hands, and his brand new WDF badge in his pocket.

The badge was a bronze shield with the worker drone icon embossed on the front, he felt accomplished, he'd done this himself earned something for himself for the first time… ever.

“In here!” Uzi called from the bedroom, and N followed it, the door was wide open, and Uzi was laying belly down on the bed, absent of her normal hoodie and left in her purple tank top. Her tail was free as well, but it was curled up at her side, relaxed. She had cracked open a dusty book and was visor deep into it. N couldn't help the gold that creeped into his cheeks.

Excuse him for finding his girlfriend hot cute.

When their gazes connected, Uzi jumped up, looking equal measure concerned and surprised at the wreak of a dissasemy drone in front of her.

“You look like you got into a fight! What happened?” Her hand was on his cheek, he felt himself smiling, his tail wagging behind him.

“Your dad put me through their training course, turns out I'm not exactly built for uh… the ground.” He purred and put his hand over hers. His head already felt heavy, and he was almost overwhelmed by the urge to fall into the bed, taking her with him.

“Well? What was your time?” She asked smirking.

“Minute fifteen.”

“Ah dang, you beat me.” She replied in mock dissapointment, but N knew it wasn't something she meant.

“Huh?”

“I used to do that course the couple of times dad took me into the office. I got pretty good at it… my best was two minutes.” She explained, she pulled away from him face, leaving him wanting for more contact.

“How'd you get past the wall?” He asked, almost already knowing the answer.

“Kinda just had to run up it. It was always my worst enemy…”

“Heh… I thought so, I did too.”

“Let's get you cleaned up, okay?” In the next moment she had his hand and was leading him to the bathroom connected to their room, he blinked, fighting back the warmth that was crawling up his arm and into his processors.

“I can do that myself.” He hummed, although he didn't let go of her hand, or really suggest she leave.

“Let me take care of you?” Uzi replied, several tones lighter then her usual tone.

He blushed at that, feeling uncertain about his own words parroted back at him, he nodded sheepishly.

She locked the door behind her, before turning around, her tail was wagging gently behind her, and a blush was on her face. N giggled at her embarrassment.

“You sure? I really can do this myself.”

“Y-yes! I'm um… also testing a theory, just… shush.” She grumbled, closing the gap between them before her hands clasped around the fur of his coat, before she went to unbutton it.

N felt his core speed up, watching as she slowly undid each button, each move deliberative, as if she was trying to move through water.

“You feeling it too?”

In response, Uzi looked up at him, looking almost like she was in pain.

“Trying to fight it. Also part of my theory, just… hush please… don't make me kiss you.”

She got to around his waist and undid his belt, throwing it to the floor along with his hat, he shrugged off what was left, leaving the filthy garment to join the pile on the floor.

He felt exposed like this… it didn't help that Uzi had paused for a moment to look at him, eyes rolling over every groove of his sleek chassis even though it was still covered in grime.

He forced every eye away from her direction feeling self-conscious for the first time in… forever.

“S-sorry.” He heard her mumble, before she pulled a rag that was hung on the wall down and wet it in the sink, before crouching down and beginning with the grime caked on his legs.

Uzi was doing her best not to explode, but there was a reason she was doing this, and it wasn't just an excuse to see her boyfriend naked. No, she'd been doing quite a bit of reading while N had been out, specifically, biology.

Even more specifically, bat species, their habits, behaviors, what made them tick and why. Trying to figure out why they were being dragged into these trances and if they could control them in some way.

N meanwhile was trying to control himself.

No one had ever shown this much tenderness to him, and Uzi was being incredibly gentle with him, he wanted to melt. He was melting, he was putty, Uzi's putty and she could do whatever she wanted with him, he'd be good for her.

His purring became remincent of a motorboat, so loud and so strong it was vibrating his entire chassis, she finished his leg, wrung out the rag, and started on the other, she was quick and methodical, and made sure to be extra careful in places moisture could get trapped inside his plating, treating rust was a pain in the ass.

“How you feeling?”

“Mmm… good.”

He wasn't all there, she could tell from his voice, which is what she figured, N didn't seem to have the willpower she did, and got swept away with the gushy, fluffy feeling that came with the trance easier.

She was still fighting hers, ever present and buzzing uncomfortably in the back of her mind. She'd give it what it wanted, but she wanted to prove her hunch first.

Thankfully, she didn't need N to be all there for this to work… if it worked at all.

When she finished, he was finally free of the by then dried mud that had covered any part of his body that had been exposed while he'd done the course, which had ended up being quite a bit of him.

Then instead of getting him a change of clothes, she stopped resisting the urge that had plagued her since the second he walked through the door, and buried herself into his arms.

Her theory? Clearly, whatever weird instincts were having them do this wanted them close, otherwise neither of them would feel a pull this strong, so… if they were to willingly indulge this feeling, with as few layers on as possible separating them. Maybe they could control it. Maybe.

It was based on only a day or two worth of bat research, and most of it had proved completely useless. Most bats simply didn't behave the same way, being social, polygamous animals, who didn't seem to pair up, at least for long.

Except…. One.

A very obscure, very specific bat native to Australia. A false-vampire bat that paired for life. The yellow winged bat. Which wouldn’t you know it, typically slept in that pair, holding wings.

They couldn't do that, the ceiling wasn't tall enough, and N's wings were made out of blades. But this was the next best thing.

The silicone on silicone contact was almost scary if it didn't seem to be everything her body had been telling her to do for the past week, N immediately wrapped himself around her, ignoring her tank top in favor of running his hands underneath it.

N was warm, and safe. And despite being made out of metal he felt so soft. Her tail coiled and tightened around his waist, and his tail did the same.

“Biscuits…” He mumbled, causing her to try to hold in a cackle, but that meant it was working, the fog in her processor was finally starting to lift, further then it had even in moments where she'd thought she'd been fine, she took a deep breath.

So… they'd essentially been touch-starving themselves. Cuddles helped, but not what these new instincts wanted, animals didn't have clothes… so they didn't need any either… apparently.

“Are you freaking kidding me…?” Uzi was honestly more mad that this was actually working, the only thing her body wanted was skin-to skin contact?

“Mmm. Don't complain, this is nice…”

Uzi couldn't help but agree with him.

The next morning. The brain fog was gone.

Next ->

[lavenoon]

Posting my birthday gift for @justfangirlstuffs, their Agentsona Pancake and Dawn 🧡 One soft cuddle, and one POV of the supervisor who's backing out of the room very quickly >:3c

[hosuuuus]

johan helping you study you while sitting you on his lap :((( he's in heaven right now. Loves to plant a kiss on the crown of your head whenever you get something right. Idly bouncing you on his knee up and down from time to time to reel you in when he feels you start to space out a bit.

[popcorn-plots]

Me: *hugging my mom* I haven't seen you all week!

Mom: I literally saw you last night, and we spent two hours together yesterday, and I woke you up this morning?

Me: [no, you don't understand. I need physical touch. Quality time is nice, but I crave touch. I need to lay on you in the morning while you're doing taxes and take dad's spot when he leaves for work, I need to to play with my hair and rub my skull and just let me be close to you for an hour so I can recalibrate from the week and know that you love me]

Me: ...I still missed you, though

[awkward-fink]

Never knew it was possible to have inflamed vocal chords and how the f*** did I even manage that? But hey, im on medical leave for the week, have the order to not open my mouth to speak. So, I can write some sick!Character things. Mood. Im bored... not talking is way harder than i expected....

[zymogenn]

the 'lazy mornings' fic for every ship in any fandom is what upholds the entire ship btw

[ofglories]

He’s going to gently squish Arthur’s cheeks, then tussle his hair. No particular reason why, good day Mister Still-on-Bedrest-by-Order-of-Bedivere. ( This is the only ask he gets so I don’t have a bristly mage on my hands for the rest of the night lmao )

"Ah-? Merlin?"

Arthur blinked, too surprised by the unexpected cheek squishing and hair ruffling to put up even a token resistance. It reminded him of the way his teacher had reacted after the time he'd fallen out of the pear tree back at Ector's castle. The...first time. When Arthur had yet to know how to land without hurting himself. He'd woken up confused and with his arm bound with splints to a Merlin that immediately set about squishing his face.

It took him a moment to remember just why the mage would possibly be reacting in a similar manner as back then.

Right.

With a huff Arthur reached up to pinch Merlin's cheeks in return. His shoulders still twinged a little but there was thankfully no lingering pain in his hands. The rest of him... Well, that was for later. Once the bedrest was lifted whenever Bedivere was satisfied with how he had healed.

"I'm fine, Merlin. Look, it wasn't anything serious!" Oh, his side hurt. Grimacing he sank back against the pillows with a small pout. Even with the books piled at his bedside, mandatory bedrest would be terribly dull. "It's...still not anything serious. I'm just tired, that's all," Arthur muttered, turning away from the unbelieving expression on Merlin's face.

"...Would it be too much to ask if you could leave cath palug here?"

[kitty-highball]

@speciosuspoematis asked: Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse / 💙

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Ferrien inches closer the moment his subconscious registers the shift in weight- even before he's fully aware Cyvel has joined him in bed, so used to his presence is he. He stirs, his arm lifting to rest across Cyvel's waist and pull him in close against his chest- nuzzling affectionately against the crown of his head. "Hello, my dear.." Ferr sighs contentedly, snuggling back into the warm bed with the added comfort of his love in his arms- just where he should be. "what a pleasant surprise, your company makes-" He adds with a sleep-heavy chuckle. Of course this wasn't the first time they'd slept side by side, and in fact he preferred it this way. "i'm glad to see you're not burning the candle at both ends too terribly tonight.." Considering he'd had to carry him to bed a couple times.. Not that he minded, he just wished for the poet to get the sleep he needed and deserved. Though, with how often Ferrien held him hostage in the mornings for an extra few bells of sleep and cuddles, he'd probably been getting at least a sufficient amount of rest more often then not. And tomorrow morn would likely be another one of those days, with how cozy he was right now..

[seven-dragons]

Y’all keep looking for homoerotic subtext in media you should be looking for it in rugby games.

[aidenwaites]

When I got home renfield had zoomies and now that that's over he is REALLY showing his lapdog traits tonight

[gruesomejack]

Baby nosing Rabbit every time he starts to panic or glaze over?? Making him sit down wherever he is and laying her body over his lap/weight therapy?? 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Agatha wins simply because I would perish

Baldness is for nerds this is a battle to the death. If you have the same character/pfp on both platforms you have to decide which is the superior.

You have to explain your reasoning in the reblogs too

[crochetwizardman]

I have to let this little freak sleep on my chest in exchange for nuzzles and kisses. It's mandatory

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Friends with Benefits

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who joined us. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW S.R./Reader

Cuddle Buddies by @foxy-eva: (Fem) Spencer misinterprets the meaning of friends with benefits (having a friend to cuddle is, in fact, highly beneficial).

Play Dates by me: (GN) Reader learns Spencer hasn’t had many dates and offers to share several Play Dates.

Astraphobia by me: (Fem) Reader and Spencer share their embarrassing fears.

The Only Exception by me: (GN) Reader is beginning to believe in love again.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader (18+)

It’s Too Cliché by me: Reader and Spencer are the worst at being friends with benefits.

Damaged Goods by @foxy-eva: The belief that they were both undeserving of love led Spencer and Reader into each other's arms.

Yours by @aliteralsemicolon: Spencer never thought he’d be lucky enough to find Reader.

Heavenly by @dudeitiskarev: Reader confesses that she's a virgin, and she asks Spencer to be her first.

Wildest Dreams by @ghsface: It was a one night thing.

Crawling Back to You by @incognit0slut: Reader never planned on having a fling with her brother's friend.

A Kindness You Can't Afford by @mercy-burning: It started as 'stress relief between co-workers,' but now Reader can't help herself.

Relax, I've Got You by @reidmotif: Reader isn't great at handling stress. Luckily, Spencer knows how to make her feel better.

I'm Your Fluffer by @reiderwriter: Spencer is Reader's boyfriend without the benefits.

Second Chances & Something More by @reidsrambles: Reader is stunned when her former FWB shows up at her job nearly a decade after ghosting him.

Even more fics and pairs below!

I Won't Let You Forget by @reiderwriter: Reader wakes up with no memory of begging her long-time work crush to sleep with her.

Down Bad by @samuel-de-champagne-problems: After seeing that her ex boyfriend is engaged to his “rebound girl”, Reader finds herself missing the sex.

Safe Place by @sinfulspencer: After a hard case, Spencer takes comfort in Reader's body. 

Casual by @waywardxrhea: Reader thought that her sexcapades with Spencer had meant more to him.

Goddess, Soft by @none-of-your-bullshit: Spencer gets jealous.

Lost Time by me: Reader and Spencer spend their mandatory leave on vacation. As "friends."

NSFW Other xReaders (18+)

Passionate Reunion by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Reader's in town on business and takes the opportunity to reconnect.

Stepping into Desire by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Emily decides to wear heels and a tight skirt to catch the attention of a certain co-worker.

Medicine at Midnight by @pkg4mumtown: (Hotch/GN) A night out with the team leads to either the best or worst mistake Reader could have made.

Sneaky Touch by @tjwritesfanfics: (Hotch/Fem) Hotch is only a man and maybe Reader should wait until they get home to tempt him.

After Hours by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem/Spencer) The trio has an arrangement.

Down by the River by @tjwritesfanfics: (Joe Joe - RV) Reader knew they couldn't stay with him forever, but at least for one night they could pretend.

Character Pairings

Time for Talk by @vaguelyclevermatters: (Rated T, Demily) Emily was hungover after a night in Vegas but the team seems fine. She must've gotten up to something (or someone) the others didn't.

Now or Never [Ao3] by @masterwords: (unrated, Hotchgan) An exploration of Hotch's agreement with Derek during his divorce.

Untitled by @siyvaruli: (Hotchgan) Derek discusses his situation with his sisters.

Just a Booty Call by @the-queen-and-the-king: (NSFW, Hotchniss) What was Emily supposed to do when she and her boss suddenly break every rule during an investigation?

Harder to Hide [Ao3] by @vampireids: (NSFW, Spencelle) After dying in Georgia, Spencer visits Elle to tell her he finally understands.

Gold in the Summertime [Ao3] by @justjasper: (NSFW, Derek/Elle/Spencer) Instead of the Fisher King, the BAU gets their two weeks vacation, and Reid goes to Jamaica with Elle and Morgan.

Until I See You Again [Ao3] by @leahseclipse: (Moreid) Spencer and Morgan had an arrangement, but it all changes when Spencer's feelings start to grow.

What's Wrong with Being Confident? by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Blake/Strauss) JJ wonders. Spencer answers.

Only Bought this Dress So You Can Take it Off by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Elle/Ilsa) The two share a night together.

Happy reading!

P.S. If I missed your fic or you have a new one to add, feel free to send me a message. I would love to add it!

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

need to acquire more friends i can text and be like i’ll feed you and blow you if you do my dishes