#or cuddling

[twilightakiishi]

assembling some christmas gifts time … ehehe … 0w0

[f4y3w00d5]

*me just sitting here being lonely despite having been in multiple rps that i ended up not replying to cos of lack of motivation but at the same time desperately wanting to talk to people*

[koreposion]

I Know I just KNOW if I draw Cross again I'm just gonna put him in a tight outfit because I'm thinking rlly hard about what he could be doing in the first place

I just wanna draw him with Horror but like...how

[gorjee-art]

a comic about cuddles

[everythingwasnormalhere]

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

[w-intent]

[kindinb00]

[fiftyshadesof420]

[imbluefox]

[pangur-and-grim]

oh…. I didn’t think they’d ever be friends, and yet!

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[troublemakerr69]

Best feeling...

[christmasxmas]

[starsofang]

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.

[landflman]