#snuggle drabbles

[masterjedilenawrites]

I have a cuddles request. Female reader and Fives. Reader and Echo were crushing on each other. They never got past the crush stage though. Reader and Fives were buddies too. They liked to flirt, tease and joke around. Now Echo is gone though, and Reader and Fives are devastated. Cuddles prompted 5, 15 and 20. Really they both just need shoulder to cry on. Someone to hold on to.

Snuggle Drabbles #3

Fives & reader | 840 words

Content: angst, grief, hugs for comfort

Prompts: Burying face in their chest, Squeezing them tightly, Clinging to them

Oh the huuuurt with this one! I made myself tear up a little 😥

The presence of absence... It was a thought you found yourself stuck on often these days. How you could feel emptiness, as heavy and distinct as an object in your hand. How you could see vacancy, an outline in the space of every room, your eyes drawn to the void like a moth to a light. How it was possible to notice him when he wasn't there.

Echo wasn't there. And yet, he was. His absence made him present. Existing only as a memory projected into every space he should have been but no longer would be. The voice only you could hear. The face only you could see.

That wasn't entirely true. Fives still felt him, too. You could tell. Even though he did as he was trained and soldiered on, falling into step by the brothers who were still alive, never bringing up the ones who weren't, never spending time on the things that were out of their control, like life and death, and instead sticking to the things that were, like mission strategies and which MRE to have for breakfast... you knew he still noticed the presence of Echo's absence, just as much as you did. And you knew he was hurting just as badly.

They'd both been your friends, but it was Echo you'd dreamed of. Of kissing. Of loving. Echo with his sharp mind and sweet smile, just as no-nonsense as Fives was all-nonsense. Noble and steady and good.

And just when you'd gotten the sense he maybe returned some of your affections, he'd been taken away. Just like that. No more sweet smiles. No more dreams. Just you and his absence.

And Fives.

Some days you could follow his lead and pretend you didn't see the empty spaces. Other days it was like you had to stare through a ghost to even see the face of the living friend in front of you. Today was one such day. Fives had tried a joke, the first you'd heard a while, but all that landed with you was the absence of Echo's laughter. You waited to hear it and it never came. Neither did your own.

You could see Fives's throat bob as he tried to swallow. His hands came up as if wanting to take hold of you but not daring to reach through the space in between. You realized you couldn't remember the last time you had hugged each other in greeting, or felt his playful swat against your shoulder as he teased, or even the warmth of his leg against yours as he sat close to steal a bite of your food.

And then you realized Echo wasn't the only absence you now felt.

"I'm sorry," you rasped, your throat suddenly constricting with suppressed emotion.

Fives quickly shook his head in response. "It's okay."

You stood and stared at each other, unsure how to move forward. There was this thing in between you, a void that threatened to swallow you up if you dared cross it.

"I... I want you to be okay," he said after a while. And then, in a smaller voice, "Echo would want me to make sure you're okay."

You didn't think you could speak but you made yourself try anyway. "He'd want me to do the same for you."

Fives's mouth moved into a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes, instead, were watering, darting between yours and the walls around, as if searching for something. He wiped at them and then his beard, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry," you heard yourself saying again. "I... I don't want to push you away..."

"It's..." he instinctually started to respond before stopping himself.

It wasn't okay. It wasn't okay to lose one friend and not have the other to lean on. The truth was, you were afraid. Afraid to walk through Echo. To fill the void with anything other than his memory.

"It's okay," he ended up saying.

It's okay.

Fives's mouth had moved but it was Echo's voice you heard. Clear and calm and certain. Delusion or not, it was all the permission you needed.

You threw yourself at Fives, not daring to think beyond your need to feel him. Your arms wrapped around his torso and squeezed his body tightly against yours. Your face buried into his chest. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. He immediately replicated every movement and held you with all the strength and care he had. Tears fell and mixed between you. Sobbing breaths heaved back and forth against each one another until they eventually ate each other up and left nothing but defeated sighs in their wake. Desperate, clinging grasps loosened into a tender but firm embrace.

You'd taken that empty space and started to fill it again. With a promise. With hope. And it was okay because you knew he was still there, too. An echo of every new memory you and Fives would make in his honor.

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[tothegirlwiththemousyhair]

Kiss me!

<3

Logan Howlett x Reader

2 times Reader and Logan almost kiss, and the first time you actually do!

Themes: Fluff so sweet you'll need to check your blood sugar levels after this, kisses, cursing, pining, Wade meddling (love this annoying dude)

Word count: 2133

Notes: Title is from 'Kiss me' by sixpence none the richer, and this is written as Logan right after Deadpool and Wolverine. Enjoy <33

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You’d met Logan around a week after he moved in with Wade. You’d already met Wade a short while after you first moved into the same floor as him, he accidentally stabbed a hole into your door, and made up for it by getting you bunny slippers. After Logan moved in, you ran into Wade in the hallway and started going on and on about how you absolutely have to meet his grumpy roommate. After about ten minutes of his begging, you finally agreed. So he planned a gathering with all the people he knew, including you.

First interacting with Logan at the ‘gathering’ was definitely more intimidating than Wade had described it. The two of you were sitting on either end of Al’s couch in absolute silence for about 5 minutes until you finally gathered the guts to introduce yourself. To which he replied, “Logan.” You spent the next half an hour trying to pry a conversation out of him when he finally started actually talking to you. Or Logan’s idea of talking. Towards the end of the interaction all you could conclude was ‘He may or may not hate me!’, completely unaware that he actually wanted to meet you too, also as a result of Wade’s incessant whining.

For the next couple of weeks, all your time spent with Wade or visits to his apartment, slowly also became time spent with Logan. You started visiting the two of them more frequently, having lunch with them. Before, you usually didn’t spend this much time with Wade but your hours spent around him multiplied when Logan was in the mix. It was no secret you were attracted to him, and honestly who wouldn’t be? The lowkey flirting between the two of you, the small interactions, fleeting touches, it all made the chemistry between you extremely obvious to everyone except you two. Even blind Al could see it.

About a month into the obvious crush you had on eachother, Wade started to get bored by both of your pining states. It was extremely obvious to everyone around you that the attraction was most definitely mutual, but you were both hesitant to take any action no matter how much you craved it. So Wade meddled. 

He decided to set up lunch at a pizza place two streets away with the two of you then proceed not to show up himself. Pretty basic idea but he thought it’d work. And to be fair, it almost did. The two of you arrived, tried to text Wade who was ‘occupied’, decided to order your lunch, and flirted the entire time. After having paid, the two of you walked to your building when Logan walked you back into your apartment and you invited him in. It was his first time in your apartment and Logan tried not to be too obvious that he was taking in every detail he could. You made coffee while you and Logan spoke. For some reason, the conversation never moved out of the kitchen. You spent about thirty minutes talking in the kitchen, leaning backwards on the counter while Logan stood in front of you, until he suggested the two of you move to the couch. You agreed of course, and while speaking, the space between the two of you began to close, and Logan began to open up about the X-men. How guilty he felt, the part he considered to have played in their deaths, carrying the weight of his own actions with him everyday. “Lo, that wasn’t your fault. Your only crime is accidentally not being home at the wrong time, at least I think so. I don’t think you’re the ‘worst’ wolverine.” The reply came out of you quietly, praying you wouldn’t offend him and make him close back in on himself. 

Instead, he leaned in closer, “I’m glad you don’t think I’m the worst, bub” his thanks wouldn’t have been heard if you weren’t this close together. “How could I ever?” you whispered out, the gap between you being so small that he could feel the breath from your whisper on his lips.

And then your phone rang. Ofcourse, it was none other than Wade.

The moment was violently torn apart, obviously, especially with the ringtone Wade had set for himself being the ‘bake a cake x break it down’ remix. You scrambled to pick up your phone, only for Wade to ask you if he could borrow slippers from you in a week. After you hung up, the conversation between you and Logan had obviously fizzled out, and you said your goodnights before Logan left.

It was obvious from Logan’s pent up tension when he got home that Wade’s little plan hadn’t worked. So instead of being a normal human being and letting the two of you figure it out, he decided to try something a bit more direct. And a bit more straight out of a creepy rom-com.

You and Wade’s apartments shared a wall, so he could hear into your house at times. He also had a spare key. So, he waited until he could hear you getting into the shower and asked Logan to get him a pair of socks he apparently ‘forgot’ at yours a couple days earlier. Logan was hesitant, but any excuse to see you was great enough for him. He knocked on your door at least three times (even though Wade told him you ‘might not be home’ and to go ahead anyway.) After the fourth knock he could’ve sworn he heard you singing past the door, so he just headed on in. About thirty minutes were spent searching for the nonexistent socks that Wade told him were in your living room. Honestly if it wasn’t for him being near you, he would’ve just given up on the socks but he went on and on until you came out of the shower. In just a towel, you slipped out of the bathroom and your soul almost left your body when you saw a huge man hunched over, checking underneath your couch for something.

“Lo, what the fuck are you doing??” Was all you could think to say to the sight in front of you, and hoped that if he noticed the obvious blush on your cheeks, he’d just amount it to the hot shower you’d just finished. “Y’know what, don’t answer, I’ll get dressed and be back out in a sec.” Logan remained frozen in place while you disappeared into your bedroom and put on a tank top and shorts in record time. You backed out and Logan was standing in the middle of your living room, still in a state of pure embarrassment. “Right- Wade sent me here to get a pair of socks of his, do you know where they are?” You tell him you haven’t seen any socks laying around, but you help him look around either way. About ten minutes into searching, the two of you sit down on the floor of your living room in defeat. You laid down on your backs, the conversation between the two of you being worth the growing back pain. You told Logan how you had met Wade, the bunny slipper apology, everything. Again, the two of you ended up so close to each other, he could fully appreciate the cinnamon-honey scent of your shower products. Then of course, as luck would have it, your table broke.

The faulty leg you had propped up with an old book you never liked finally fell apart, landing the table’s top part onto your foot. You had barely registered where both the pain and the sudden noise came from, jumping from your position on the floor in pain. The moment was yet again vaporised, especially because Logan panicked hearing you hurt and had reacted before you could even properly get up. He insisted you lay on the couch while he got you frozen peas from your freezer. Logan placed the pack on your ankle where the tabletop had landed and sat next to you, checking with you and making sure that nothing hurt more than a bruise should. After about an hour he was content knowing you weren’t seriously injured, and excused himself from your apartment. 

Again, the visible tension when he returned was evidence enough for Wade that something foiled his plan.

After that, Wade finally gave up.

A week after the failed sock attempt, Logan couldn’t sleep. It was 3 in the morning, the weather was nice, there was absolutely no noise around him apart from the occasional street noise. He was in perfect sleeping conditions, but for no clear reason he couldn’t get himself to sleep whatsoever. He had also tried every single possible remedy for insomnia. He drank warm milk, he ate a sandwich, he tried listening to very calm music, etc. While sitting in the dark, considering going for a walk to waste some energy, he heard a couple of small noises from your apartment. He did of course consider seeing if you were awake earlier but out of concern that he might wake you he decided against it, but now that he could hear your light footsteps walking around there was no harm in going to you. He put his slippers and a jacket on, he already had a white tank top on underneath and his pyjama sweats. 

Logan knocked ever so gently on your front door, a part of him genuinely nervous. Nervous over what it is that he’s going to say when you open the door. Does he make up some bullshit excuse, lie, tell you he just couldn’t sleep? Before Logan could decide what to say you opened the door, wearing a concerned look on your face. “Hey, Lo, you ok?” Both the sight of you in your pyjamas and your voice tear him out of his thoughts. “Just wanted to see you.” The sudden bout of honesty surprises you a bit, and you move aside to let him in.

You sit down on your couch, crossing your legs and patting the spot next to you. He hesitates for a moment before taking his place next to you. “Why are you still up, bub?” If it weren’t for the close proximity between you two right now, you wouldn’t have even considered telling him. “Couldn’t sleep, just stayed up thinking.” ‘about you’ are the unspoken words that haunt the air around the two of you, not needing to be brought to life to be known. You and Logan quickly go from topic to topic, the dim warm lighting helping. Eventually you land on the topic of music. “Haven’t listened to much recently.” Was all it took to get you to get up, pull him up too, and put on one of your favourite songs. “C’mon Lo, dance with me a bit.” 

He went along and danced with you to the song you picked, one hand in yours and the other on your waist the entire time. He was watching you in awe, seeing you like this felt like a privilege only the luckiest could be granted. Relaxed, humming and giggling to one of your favourite songs. When the song ended, you and Logan stayed intertwined for a couple moments before sitting down on the couch again, this time far closer to each other. You were still giggling a bit, so close together that Logan could see the glint in your eyes and to him it looked like the warmest light ever. As your giggling came to a stop you realised he was staring at you, the eye contact in that moment being more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced. Logan gently closes the space between the two of you, both your lips immediately finding relief in each other. Your hands cupped his face gently, while his wandered on your waist and the small of your back. You stayed in that state for a while before splitting to breathe. “Do you want to stay here tonight? Not to do anything- I mean just sleeping in my bed, only if you’d like of course-” Logan interrupted you before you could spiral any further, “I’d love to.”

Both of you got up, quietly walking to your room. Logan removed his jacket, placing it on your chair before crawling into bed with you, and pulling the blanket over the two of you. Quickly, you burrowed into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in turn and his head resting atop yours. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before gently whispering, “Good night, bub.” You press a peck to the crook of his neck, “Good night, Lo.”

It goes without saying that the morning after has more than enough kisses to make up for all those missed chances. 

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thanks for reading!! <3

[cloudyskydreams]

hey!! i see youve been posting about the sanses a bunch and i was wondering if you could write some cuddling headcanons? im mostly here for UF Sans but u can write for all 3 of them too if you prefer :o] whatever you want really

Hi thanks so much for requesting! I absolutely can do that for you I loved writing these so much, Red is absolutely one of my favorites he's sm fun to write I did end up doing all three cause why not ::3 Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

UNDERFELL: Red

•Red is a clinger he loves touching you in any form and capacity and cuddling means he can press your bodies as close together as he wants.

•He's can big or little spoon both works for him. When he is big spoon he likes curling up around you holding you to his chest. It's reassuring, but ohhh when you hold his head to your chest and gently rub his skull and wrap yourself around him? He melts he loves being the little spoon it makes him feel safe and loved.

•He runs warm so I hope you're ready for some heated cuddles. He likes to run his hands up your sides and trace little pictures into your skin and his hand is always nice and warm when he does.

•Red gets a bit touchy while cuddling but that's part of the experience, he won't do it if you're uncomfortable with it too. Just squeezing your soft bits or more teasing touches if you seem into it. He doesn't even do it in a lewd way at first he just likes touching you but then his thoughts catch up with his actions.

•Sleep cuddler all the way, he loves being close to you in his sleep and him seeing you by his side when he wakes up from nightmares always helps calm him down.

•PURRING, I am obsessed with them being able to purr this man specifically. Imagine falling asleep with him in your arms while you can feel the vibrations of his purr on your chest. Be proud he feels safe and loved enough to be able to do that!

Small drabble because why not:

Today was not a good day for Red, everything that could go wrong seemed to and it had left him on edge waiting for the next awful thing to happen. You being the dutiful partner as always noticed his mood change 5 minutes into him coming home and called him over to the couch.

"What's wrong baby?" You ask gently looking at the skeleton in front of you. His shoulders are tense and he's looking at the ground his usual smile strained.

"nothing ta worry your pretty lil head over doll, jus a bad day." He grumbles out and you frown. You reach over and gently take his arm he looks up from the floor to stare at you in confusion as you gently pull him forward. He follows your lead and eventually the skeleton is sitting on your lap as you wrap your arms around him. His shoulders drop from their scrunched place and he looks into your eyes as if searching for something. After a second he seems satisfied and lowers his head to your shoulder resting it in the crook of your neck.

"It's okay," you say softly as you trace his spine through his jacket, he sighs contently and nuzzles into your neck cuddling close you"This will pass, it's just a bad day and it will come to an end and tomorrow we'll do better " you continue to reassure him as you rock him gently back and forth. You make no comment on your shoulder wettening or his hold on you tightening and simply hold your bonefriend close, hoping to be a comforting rock for him in tough times like these.

Undertale: Sans

•He likes to cuddle has no preference on little or big spoon besides little spoon requires less work and he likes that. He likes to hold and be held so it depends on whatever mood you're in.

•His cuddles are almost always sleepy and even if you aren't he's feeling nice and relaxed enough he'll probably be passed out within ten minutes.

•One of his favorite positions is him on his back and you resting your head on his ribcage, he'll run his hands through your hair or trace small hearts and doodles on your back.

•Likes to use your squishy bits as pillows especially your legs, he'll wrap his arms around your thighs and burry his face there and be out like a light within the next few minutes.

Underswap: Blue

•Blue likes big spoon the best because it makes him feel bigger and like he's protecting you. He doesn't hate little spoon though and actually one of his favorite places to be in general is pressed into your chest.

•Another big purrer, his purr is loud and proud and he does it often when around you, especially while cuddling because he feels so safe and content.

•For videos where he doesn't have to show his face he likes having you sitting in his lap with his arms caging you in as he plays. He likes having you close to him while he works and plus a little extra motivation of having your partner in smooching distance for when you beat a hard boss is always nice. He likes having you sit like this for multiplayer games too.

•When cuddling he'll get the random urge to bite you and normally follows through with it by nibbling on your neck as he pins you down either with his body on top of you or arms wrapped around your waist. He attributes it to a form of cuteness aggression and being around you that close sets it off in him.

[its-all-papaya]

okay for the prompt ask game: landoscar, the most cliche thing: only one bed, and getting together - go!

only one bedddd MY LOVE. I ADORE making the boys CUDDLE.

tell me what you wish I'd write

I will set the scene: Lando and Oscar are in their second year as teammates, now, and they’re proper friends, right? Much closer than they were the year before. Time to…. meet the family?

snippet enclosed at the end under the break just fyi :,)

Meddling Nicole. We know now that she will canon throw her son under the bus and expose him for a little laugh. She also knows that Oscar has been maybe a little obsessed with Lando for years, and getting to know him as a teammate has not dulled Lando’s shine for Oscar at all. He’s actually worse. Tries to be really lowkey about it, not bringing up Lando too often, only mentioning him when he feels it’s relevant, but Nicole can tell by the change in his voice when he talks about Lando, the way he edges Lando into conversations he doesn’t really NEED to be in. Anyway. A few weeks ahead of the Australian GP she’s on a call with Oscar and is like “You should bring Lando round when he’s here, honey. Have him stay a night, we’d love to meet him properly.” And Oscar is like… oh. uh. Yeah. Sure.

In what world is Lando going to say no to Oscar on that when Oscar’s got his soft Lando Smile on and he’s like “just for a night, my mom really wants you to”?

The day after the race perhaps? Because Lando podiums and Carlos wins so they go out and Lando is perhaps a little hungover and cranky when he arrives, but immediately goes soft for Oscar. He’s headachy and tired and reaches for Osc as soon as he’s in the doorway, wrapping his free arm around Oscar’s back and resting in the hug for a long, long second. They’re speaking in soft little private voices to one another and giggling and Oscar is smiling his hopeless, besotted smile, and Lando’s eyes are sparkling even through the hangover exhaustion. And then “Lando, so glad you could make it!” and they spring apart and Lando rubs at his cheek with his palm and Oscar rolls his eyes at his mum and gives Lando a little squeeze around the wrist as apology.

“Let me take your bags, Oscar can show you around a bit and you can get some lunch in you.”

They’d hang out all day, maybe with Oscar’s sisters (who love Lando obviously bc they can all team up on Oscar together), perhaps kicking around outside or whatever.

Dinner has Meet the Family (tm) vibes where Oscar’s parents are quizzing Lando about his own family and racing and how Oscar is at work. And maybe there’s some food Lando doesn’t eat and he feels really bad and is stressed but Oscar is like “you don’t have to eat that. Mum, I told you Lando doesn’t eat seafood.” Very Romantic. Very Domestic.

Afterwards, they all convene in the living room to play a game or something and Lando doesn’t understand the rules and doesn’t have the attention span to learn so he’s like “I’ll just be on a team with Oscar.” Except he’s really just leaning into Oscar’s side, looking at the cards but mostly just Oscar’s hands, and watching Oscar play. Eventually he kind of catches the gist and makes a suggestion about something right at Oscar’s ear, lips brushing skin, and the move… works? And Oscar is like “thanks, mate” all soft and Lando is like “I’d say we make pretty good teammates, yeah? someone should hire us that way” and yawns and smirks at the way it makes everyone giggle.

Eventually Lando starts nodding off against Osc’s shoulder, everyone’s talking and laughter warm around him. After it sticks, Lando’s cheek smushed against Oscar’s bicep, Oscar’s hand curled around Lando’s knee, Nicole goes “you should take that one to bed, honey, he looks exhausted.” And Oscar is like… simply why would you phrase it like that? but “okay, is he staying in the guest room?” and Nicole is like “oh! did I not tell you? we’ve got your grandmother there. huh. could have sworn I told you this. I figured Lando could just bunk with you, hope that’s alright!” and Oscar is like... well. I’m not going to make him sleep on the COUCH 24 hours after a race.

So he wakes Lando up sooooo gently and Lando blinks soft and sleepy and a little frowny because he was cozy there, actually. And everyone else feels like they’re intruding, as is prone to happen around Lando and Oscar.

Oscar apologetic explaining the situation, but Lando just shrugs and stretches and follows him up the stairs, because it won’t be the first time he’s fallen asleep in the same bed as a teammate, probably.

Oscar’s childhood bedroom hasn’t changed much since he left for boarding school, and Lando perks up once they get there so he can poke fun of Oscar about the posters and the knickknacks on his desk. And Oscar’s blushy and laughing and a little defensive, but mostly just fond fond fond having Lando in this part of his life.

They brush their teeth side by side, elbows knocking, and it’s… so domestic. Overwhelming. Oscar is scared of how easily they move around each other, Lando’s hand on the small of his back as he sneaks by to grab his face wash from the bedroom where he’d forgotten it, Oscar handing over a towel to dry Lando’s face before Lando can even ask.

Oscar’s stressed that it’s going to be awkward when it comes time to actually get in bed, but Lando just tucks himself in against the wall and curls up on Oscar’s pillow. Oscar dilly dallies a bit, but Lando huffs and pats the bed and goes “Oscar,” drawing out the last syllable, “turn off the light and come to bed, I’m tired.”

Which. Does THINGS to Oscar. But Lando asked nicely, so he flips the switch and crawls in next to Lando.

They don’t touch at first. And Oscar’s bed is only a full, so it’s like… intentional. And that lasts a few minutes. But Lando whines and pats at Oscar’s side until Oscar says “what“ and Lando’s eyes are big and soft even in the dark and he says “‘m not very comfy” with a small little smile and Oscar is… only a man. So he lifts his arm up and lets Lando crawl happily under and settle against his chest with a contented sigh. And from there it’s easy to pet Lando’s hair and let Lando practically purr into his chest about it. SOFT. CUDDLY.

Lando falls asleep almost immediately because he’s still recovering from the night before. Oscar watches his eyelashes flutter prettily and toys with his curls and strokes the side of his cheek and just. Yearns. Because Lando fits so easily here in Oscar’s life. Everything felt so natural and right. Feels even more right now, with Lando in his bed, in his arms. So Oscar presses a little self-indulgent kiss to Lando’s forehead. Except the skin wrinkles beneath his lips and Lando’s fingers flex where they’re tucked against Oscar’s waist. Lando’s eyes crack open and he looks. so! soft! but Oscar’s heart is racing because he just really, really thought Lando was fast asleep.

SNIPPET‼️

Lando doesn’t look mad, but he doesn’t really look anything discernible at all in the dim light filtering through Oscar's window. Mostly he just looks sleepy. From a distance, Oscar hears the familiar sound of the air-con kicking on.

“‘s nice,” Lando says after too long, eyes fluttering back closed. There's a little smile turning the corners of his lips up and his nose twitches a little where it's rested above the collar of Oscar's loose pajama shirt. He doesn't normally wear one, but he'd figured, given the circumstances, that it would be best to.

Emboldened again, Oscar places another light kiss, just to the left of the first. Lando's smile grows with it, and he turns his face into Oscar's chest, like he's bashful about it. Oscar wonders, if he turned his bedside lamp on, whether Lando's cheeks would be pink with his attention.

"Keep going," Lando says. Mostly breath, eyes still shut.

"Yeah?" Oscar's not sure what they're doing, where they're going with it, but it's been 18 months and he hasn't learned how to say no to Lando yet, so he puts his lips next to Lando's eyebrow, on the bridge of his nose. He pauses after that, and when he breathes in, he swears he can taste his own toothpaste on Lando's exhale.

"Os-car," Lando sing-songs. Oscar doesn't think it's fair, how Lando gets to hide behind his eyelids while they do this. Whatever it is.

"Lando," he gives Lando a scratch between the shoulder blades, "look at me."

It's bolder than he normally is, bolder than he feels, still, but it gets Lando to crack his eyes open. Lando's still smiling, but it's a little tighter again.

Oscar's heart is beating hard. He remembers suddenly, absurdly out of place, that he'd lost his virginity in this bed. He thinks that was easier.

"Are we doing this?"

Lando's fingers twitch at his side. Oscar can't tell whether they're curling into his side or into Lando's own palm.

"I mean," he's at least properly awake again, "yeah. If you want to. I want to."

Oscar's pulse hasn't slowed down. It feels like a final flying lap, one shot to get everything just right.

"I want to," Oscar confirms, "But not just to do it."

"Like how?" Lando says. He props himself up on his arm so he's looking down at Oscar. Oscar's hand falls to the small of his back. Keeping him close.

"Like not just to kiss, or whatever. Like I want to because I like you. And you're important to me. So I don't want to make things weird if it's not like that for you."

Something changes in Lando's gaze, and Oscar thinks it should probably be a look he hasn't seen before, but instead it's familiar, the way it settles over both of them.

"Os-car," Lando says in that same tone from before, "I'm in your fucking twin bed. Your sisters added me to a group chat while you were at the bathroom this afternoon. I learned a card game for you." He lifts his free hand to run a thumb under Oscar's eye, "It's weirder that I've done all that before we got here."

Oscar thinks that's a yes, but he has to be sure, so he catches Lando's fingers in his hand and brushes his lips over them.

"So?" Oscar says.

"So," says Lando, "your mum is going to be so happy when you tell her."

Like qualifying on pole. Like coming home. Lando kisses him.

And then every member of Oscar's family teases them endlessly and it's sooooo fluffy and cute and domestic xoxo the end

[iwaoiness]

oikawa who loves to sleep late, especially on sundays, and iwaizumi who has had his biological alarm programmed since he was sixteen years old not to let him sleep past eight o'clock in the morning.

oikawa, who's sleeping deeply, lips parted, his bangs tousled and cheeks warm. iwaizumi, who's already dressed for his run, coming out of the bathroom and tucking him in with a gentle smile, kissing tooru's forehead, checking the curtains to make sure they’re still keeping the sunlight at bay from him, and then slipping out of the room quietly, leaving the door ajar.

iwaizumi who's warming up in the genkan before lacing up his running shoes and heading out for a jog around the neighborhood, savoring the Spanish he’s nearly mastered, smiling at the familiar faces he passes along the way.

iwaizumi stopping his apple watch timer after an hour and a bit, stretching by the same park bench as always, before heading to the bakery to pick up a baguette and a dozen milk rolls.

oikawa, who's still fast asleep at ten-thirty when iwaizumi slips in with a soft “tadaima.” iwaizumi who's setting down his little haul in the kitchen, taking a quick shower, and changing into his old joggers.

hajime, who, while listening to a podcast, prepares one of their favorite breakfasts: toast with cheese, smoked salmon, avocado and egg, and of course the dozen milk breads. he also makes coffee in their new espresso machine that oikawa insisted on buying for two whole weeks.

then, past eleven, iwaizumi heads back to the bedroom and can’t help a tender smile when he finds oikawa still asleep, this time curled up on hajime’s side of the bed, hugging a pillow with the duvet down to his hips.

iwaizumi tiptoeing over, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits beside his boyfriend, looking at him like you’d look at one of those sunsets bursting with warm colors and huge clouds, thinking again and again how he could never get tired of this view.

“hey, tooru,” he whispers, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. tooru’s face scrunches a little, a cute wrinkle forming on his forehead, and hajime’s smile widens as he leans down. “time to get up, my babe,” he murmurs with his lips just brushing tooru’s skin.

there’s a gruff groan, his brow creasing more as he buries his face further into the pillow.

“vamos, mi vida,” hajime lies over him, his hand still running up and down tooru’s arm, his fingertips gliding over goosebumps. “am i gonna have to get water again or pinch your nose?” he teases.

“no,” tooru grumbles in that low morning voice, muffled by the pillow, and hajime snorts, pulling back just enough to let oikawa roll onto his back and stretch with a little whiny sound.

and there, under his body, between pillows, oikawa tooru starts to wake up, slowly.

his bangs go in every direction, flattened curls all over the place. his eyes open as he finishes rubbing them, the color of his sleepy gaze softened by the haze of sleep. his cheeks are faintly flushed, a small drool mark at the corner of his mouth, his bottom lip sticking out in a cute little pout.

he’s so precious, so adorable, so genuine, so vulnerable, a sight only iwaizumi can see.

“did you get milk bread?” tooru arches an eyebrow, and hajime rolls his eyes playfully before nodding. “that’s my iwa-chaaaan,” he sing-songs, cupping hajime’s face and squishing his cheeks softly with that pure, sleepy, and sweet smile.

and then hajime gently pinches his nose and with a squawk of fake pain and a string of complaints and affectionate insults between delicate touches and morning caresses, their day begins.

sundays are slow and lazy, they smell of coffee and toast, they are brown and green, they sound like childish whining and soft laughter, they taste like salmon and avocado, and they are oikawa and iwaizumi's favorite days.

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thinking about domestic iwaoi 24/7 its my passion

u can find me on my ao3, bsky and this is my carrd 🍉

[turtletaubwrites]

Do u think Bepo would make a good heating pad bc I do. Just lay on him...

How did you know I was taking screenshots of Bepo right now?? 😭 Thank you for this adorable prompt, I had to write a lil drabble:

Such a Softie

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x GN!Reader

Summary: Law is struggling to help you with your pain, until he has an idea. This is the coziest treatment you've ever received.

Ao3 Link

Word Count: 461

Rating/Warnings: SFW, GN!Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Established Relationship, Kissing, (barely), Soft Law, (Reader is described as having intense pain and nausea and requests a heating pad)

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"Fuck," you groaned as pain radiated through you. Law was fussing over you, hovering as none of his treatments were alleviating the pain.

"I wish I could fix this for you," he apologized, smoothing the hair from your face while you grimaced. "Is there anything I can do for you right now?"

You had to take a few deep breaths before you could answer, struggling to pull any coherent thoughts from your foggy brain.

"Uh... heating pad," you choked out, starting to feel nauseous.

Law pressed his lips to your forehead before charging out of the room, leaving you to moan as you tried to find a position that would dampen some of the ache. When he returned empty handed, you tried not to sigh, covering your eyes from the dim light in the room.

"I couldn't find one, but I have an idea," he rasped, crouching beside the bed. "It's how I used to stay warm as a kid."

"Okay," you whispered, trusting him enough to stop forcing yourself to think.

"Come in, Bepo."

Your eyes cracked open to see the navigator tip toeing through the door. The sight of Bepo in his pajama pants with fur poking out from under his Uta t-shirt brought a smile to your lips, even as more pain pulled at you.

"We haven't done this in so long, captain–"

"Thank you, Bepo," Law interrupted, leaning over you as he moved the blankets behind you. "Is it alright if Bepo sleeps here tonight? He's incredibly warm."

"You're such a softie," you teased, snagging his fingers in yours before he could grumble at you. "Thank you, Law."

His lips quirked, clearly wanting to defend his reputation as a grump. He shook his head as he surrendered, giving you a gentle kiss before directing Bepo where to go.

Law's bed was large compared to the rest of the crew, but it was still a tight fit. Bepo's t-shirt had slid up, and you hummed as his warm fur pressed against your back as he curled around your aching body. You grinned to yourself when you noticed Law's tattooed hand curled around that furry stomach, as if snuggling with the fluffy mink was second nature.

"How are you feeling," the captain checked in from his side of the cozy bear.

"Much better, thank you. And thank you, Bepo," you sighed, cuddling into the comfort of your friend's warmth.

"Of course! We used to sleep together all the–"

"Goodnight," Law ordered, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

The pain never left completely, but the warmth and comfort that surrounded you was perfect. Soon you were drifting off to sleep, planning out the best ways to tease Law about his favorite cuddle buddy.

You'd never slept better.

[bakuliwrites]

Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

[telail]

Jongho probably hates when you put your feet on him while y'all are cuddling. oh well! :P

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Jongho grunts at the feeling of your cold crawly flesh brushing against his shin for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He pulls his leg away from the cold sensation while quietly smacking his teeth.

“Stop itt..” He grumbles, “They’re cold, stop crawling them up my legs,” he finishes, groaning in annoyance as you do the exact opposite of his request and choose to stick the entire front of your foot against his lower leg.

You whine, chasing his retreating leg under the soft blanket you were both tangled under with your icy cold feet.

“But you're warm- stop moving away jjong.”

“No, get em’ off. Go put socks on.”

You smack your teeth in protest, glaring at the side of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked less relaxed than what he was before you’d “disturbed” him with your need to use him as a heater of some sort.

“Babyy.” You whisper, so close to his face he could definitely feel your breath fanning over his cheek.

“Hm?” He hummed, lolling his head in your direction with his eyes still shut.

You don't respond, instead bringing your hand up to one of his plush cheeks and turning his head towards you so you could land a gentle wet kiss on his lips.

His body relaxed more at your affectionate gesture. He was unintentionally letting his guard down as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, giving the spot a few pecks before making his way back up your jawline and to your lips again.

“You’re sleepy.” You mumble against his lips, fingers coming up to lightly scratch the back of his head. His only reply was a hum as he lazily pressed his lips against yours; one, two, three times before stilling completely.

“You cannot be serious.” He says, attempting to pull away from you before you're wrapping your arms around him to keep him in place, halfway laughing into his mouth.

“I’m gonna leave you here” he deadpans.

“You wouldn't dare.” You respond, rubbing the tips of your toes up and down the tops of his feet.

“You’re literally so weird, I hate you.” He whines, eyebrows scrunching up as he leans his head back as far as it could go in his position.

“I love you too.”

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu Drabble - Shopping

I am back at it again because I had ideas. (don't worry friend @spotaus things are being planned and I got many many ideas :3 but before those happen stuff needs to be established and put in place!)

I was debating between like four different drabble ideas but settled on this one. Something calming for a bit :)

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Dust shoots Killer another glare as he holds Nightmare clsoer "I mean it Killer. get out of my blindspot. It is getting annoying."

Nightmare looks from Dust to Killer and sees the large grin on Killer's face as he skips after Dust and Nightmare "Nah. I think it is good i am here because it is your blindspot!"

Dust grumbles as he holds Nightmare clsoer. Nightmare just pushes his skull under Dust's chin as he listens to the two bicker. Dust gives him a quick nuzzle before shooting Killer another glare "Why are you even here?" Killer still has a large grin on his face "I am backup!"

Dust groans "I am getting Nightmare clothes."

Killer nods as he follows them "backup!"

Dust huffs before looking back at Nightmare. Nightmare sees the glare disappear from his face as Dust lets out a sigh before smiling at Nightmare "makes you start to wonder who helped who out of getting stuck in a wall."

Killer gasps loudly "That only happened a few times!"

Ngihtmare grins and laughs as he leans fully against Dust again. He likes being held by Dust and Dust must like it too because he always holds him.

Nightmare figured it was because his spine is fragile and walking for too long starts to bother him but Dust still just holds him. always. Maybe he also likes being close like this?

Thoguht Nightmare isn't sure what Dust gets out of it but he must really like something abut the close contact.

They walk past another few people who look at them. Nightmare shoots a glance as Dust and Killer continue to bicker. They seem to shoot Dust and him worried looks but chuckle once they realise that Dust and Killer are just doing their way of bonding.

Nightmare always thought the flirting between those two was weird but then again he thought most things dating was weird. Maybe because he was still a child in his soul...

Not that it matters.

Nightmare shoots a glance and spots Killer grinning widely as his soul is clearly in soulshape and looks stable. Dust may have an annoyed look on his face but he has a tiny smile on his face.

Nightmare hides his face in Dust's sweater but he can't hide the purr. He wants them to be happy. They are happy even with him near.

Dust notices of course nad gives him another nuzzle "comfy? Spine okay?"

Nightmare nods "Yeah."

Dust hums to signal he heard him but still rubs his back.

They finally stop near one of the smaller houses which is the clothing shop for this town.

Dust tilts his skull as Killer snorts "oh that is adorable. ready to dress Nightmare as a tiny old man?" he grins

Dust shoots Killer a glare "It isn't that bad..." then he looks at the store "just... a bit old fashioned..." he looks at him "That okay?"

Nightmare nods before shrugging "I don't get why i need new things..."

Dust sighs. Killer leans on Dust's other shoulder and shoots him a wink "Because you are still wearing Dust's things. and quite honestly. Dusty does not have a large enough wardrobe to dress both of you."

Nightmare frowns as he pushes clsoer to Dust. He doesn't mind wearing stuff them them. It are things that are well worn and soft and smell of them and old laundry detergent.

Dust nuzzles his skull "It will be nice. You can check what you like and what feels nice and is comfortable."

Nightmare frowns "it is expensive." which is another reason why he doesn't want to get anything.

Dust frowns and Killer quickly answers "That is a worry for us. And Dusty said it is fine so it is fine." he grins.

Dust nods "made some money. more than enough to get you some things."

Nightmare wants to disagree more but Dust walks into the store.

The inside isn't like he thought it would be. there is actually quite a number of nice looking things and looks more modern than you would think from the outside.

DUst makes a pleased sound before smiling smugly "Seems like they were just showing off the knitwear because it is autumn." he shoots Killer a look "Almost as if i did my research and knew it would be okay here." and he walks further into the store.

Killer sputters before following them "I know that Dusty! You always do that! I was just joking around!" he pouts but doesn't offer anything. Really just a shadow. It reminds Nightmare a bit about how it was before. Killer beign his right hand and always by his side to help and protect him. It still feels different now and even when thinking back to those memories they feel different.

Killer spots him looking at him and grins before wriggling his phalanges in a tiny wave at him. Nightmare huffs and pushes back closer to Dust.

Dust is looking through some clothes on the hanger "Stop bothering Nightmare." he pulls something off and looks it over critically. he holds it up for him to inspect and Nightmare just shrugs.

Killer pouts as he crosses his arms "Just having fun. And tiny boss is fine with it!" he grins at him "Right nighty?"

Nightmare shrugs. he doens't mind. it is nice.

Dust rolls his eye lights and doesn't look at Killer "Even if he is fine with is safe it for later. first buying clothes. Then you can tire him out."

Nightmare huffs and grumbles. he doesn't need tiring out. he is perfectly fine. Dust holds up another sweater and he shrugs again.

"Oh hello there dears! Can you find it all?"

Killer nad Dust turn and Nightmare feels Dust freeze for a moment. Yeah not a surprise because the woman looks a lot like Toriel. But Nightmare doubts it is the her of this universe. The closer he looks the more this woman seems like a sheep monster.

Killer and Dust must see it too as Killer grins "Pretty much! but we got it!"

Dust shoots him a look "Killer knock it off." he looks at the lady "We are looking for stuff for the little guy."

The lady smiles sweetly "Oh! You two must be two of Sans- I am sorry, Crop's friends!" she looks them over and her gaze lingers on Dust for a moment before settling on Nightmare. Nightmare can't stop the instinct of holding on tighter to Dust. He doesn't like having stranger's gazes on him.

The smiles sweetly "I can see the resemblance! You must be very proud of such a young handsome little boy!"

Dust looks to the side and shrugs but his hold on him tightens. Killer snorts, which is fair as they aren't actually related. Maybe she just sees the resemblance before Nightmare now looks much more like a tiny swap sans, as that was the original form his mother used to craft their bodies. And Dust is the one of the four that still resemblance who he used to be.

At elast Nightmare assumes that is why people think they see a resemblance. That or they are just racists and think all skeletons look alike.

the woman smiles "I am sure there is something fitting for him. Do you need any help?"

Killer's laugh turns cold as he smiles widely "No thanks! We got this!"

Dust rolls his eye lights and nudges him in the side "Stop it." he looks back to the lady "I was wodnering what the... organisation was. I wanted to look at stuff his size..." and he looks at the things he had been looking at with a glare.

The sheep monster looks a bit paler after Killer's interaction but smiles sweetly at Dust. "It is a bit of a mixmatch. Of all the stuff that is handmade it only has a few of each size. you will have to guestimate those. The imported clothes are by the walls, those have more standard sizing."

Dust nods "I see." and he starts walking towards the side first to check the sizing.

Killer grins as he leans close and whispers "Holding a babybones does wonders for making you look approachable"

Dust shoots him a glare and hisses "One word and I will put you in a wall myself." and he stomps over towards the clothes.

Nightmare still doens't understand why Killer thinks that kinda flirting is efficient but what does he know.

Dust is clearly unimpressed with the clothing offered with the more standard design and fabric. but they use it to figure out which size he is before moving towards the handmade stuff.

DUst and Nightmare check what is nice and soft as Killer shadows them. Staying nearby and pretty much glaring at anyone who as much as glances in their direction.

They end up settling for two big sweaters and some sweats. They wait by the cash register as Dust has picked him up again.

The nice woman smiles at them "That will be 140!" she smiles.

Killer winces at the price and Nightmare pushes closer to Dust "I don't need two." wool sweaters are expensive...

Dust shrugs as he looks at Killer "Be usefull and hold him for a moment." and Ngihtamre feels hismelf be handed over to Killer. Dust takes out some cash from his inventory and counts quickly before putting most of the stash he had on the counter "That should be enough." he stashes whatever is left.

The lady counts it and smiles as she puts it away. She packs it in a bag and holds it out to Dust "Thank you for shopping! And Can I just say it is lovely to see such a devoted father."

Dust shrugs and mutters a thanks before shooting Killer a warning look.

Killer grins as he nuzzles Nightmare "How are you this huggable tiny boss?"

Nightmare shrugs but holds unto Killer. Killer is also nice to be held by.

They leave the store together and walk back towards the parking lot. Something about meeting up again to go back to Crop's farm. Nightmare isn't really sure. He is already getting tired again adn he mumbles unhappily.

Killer purrs and coos "It is okay tiny boss. babybones need their sleep and rest after all."

Dust nods "Shopping is always busy." he shoots Killer a glare "Why is why i didn't want you to get him tired or overwhelmed."

Killer groans "Yeah yeah you were right. you are always right. can i go back to nuzzlign the baby now?"

Dust looks considerate before nodding "You may."

Killer grins and the nuzzles resume and Nightmare wants to pout and push him off but it is so nice and he can feel himself start to relax as he starts to purr again.

He likes it when his family holds him.

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[blackjackkent]

It doesn't feel real, truly.

Hector never considered himself a lonely man. The concept didn't really have meaning at the monastery; nobody was alone and yet everybody was, all of them existing primarily inside their own heads in worship or philosophy or study. If no one held him or spoke softly to him, caressed him or asked after him or loved him, what did that matter? He had the life of the mind and the history of the whole world to occupy him; he had the warmth of Selune's gaze in the moonlight outside the window of his bedroom cell.

That was before. Now... everything is different.

There was no one like Karlach at the monastery. Karlach is immediate and real, all flesh and blood and bone and fire. He loves her as he has never loved anyone before, but sometimes it feels as if he does not know how, as if he is learning, over and over again, what it means to live in his body, to feel things so deeply with his flesh and his heart as well as his mind.

It doesn't feel real - to have someone who will touch him, who wants to feel the soft give of his skin or the rough stubble of his beard. She is always touching him, desperate for it after ten years of denial. When they stop for a break on the road, her hand always finds its way to his arm, his back, over his shoulders, her fingertips ruffling the hair at the base of his neck. Where her touch moves, it leaves trails of heat on his skin and makes his heart race. She explores him with her hands as if she wants to map out every part of him, as if she thinks he is a gift and she can't believe her luck.

It doesn't feel real - to kiss and to be kissed, to need and be needed. He can roll over at night and press his lips to hers and even in her sleep she will smile against his mouth. After a life of isolation it feels decadent - no, illicit - to be able to simply ask for a kiss from someone he loves and know that it is there for the taking.

It doesn't feel real - to be held. Karlach's arms are warm and all-encompassing. In her embrace he is safe and the rest of the world, with all its trials and threats, does not exist. He smells the scent of her - heated metal and sweat and something sweeter like wine - and it seems impossible that all of her should be his, and more importantly, that all of him should be hers.

And it hurts. He does not know how to explain it. He loves her and she touches him and it is good and wonderful and it hurts, as if she is reaching deep into his chest and adjusting his heart until it fits into place properly under his ribs. It aches like frozen flesh brought into warmth for the first time, the straining and stretching feeling of a cramped limb uncurling itself. It is so good and it hurts...

And it hurts all the more because he knows that it cannot last. That same heat that warms him in her embrace will consume her at last and take her from him, as surely as the moon rises and sets.

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"You 'wake, Hec?" she mumbles to him one night.

He is curled into her arms, his eyes open in the darkness, fixed on the curving point where her neck meets her collarbone as if fixing every line of muscle into his memory. That soft ache rolls and rolls in his chest and twists sharply upward at the sound of her voice.

"Yes," he murmurs back.

"Wha's'a matter?" She presses her face into his hair.

He smiles. He does not know how to tell her that sometimes he cannot sleep for how much he loves her. He has no idea how to explain that the feelings she wakes in him are beyond anything he was ever equipped to bear.

"Nothing," he says softly. "Nothing... you're perfect... that's all..."

[masterjedilenawrites]

For the cuddles and snuggles prompts, I offer you number 19, hugging/holding them from behind, for either Rexy Boy, Fives, or Howzer (whichever one strikes the inspo!)? I think any of them being hugged from behind would be adorable and/or dorky <3

@eternal-transcience

Snuggle Drabbles #2

Howzer x reader | 550 words

Content: fluff, hugs, reader has a family

Prompt: Hugging them from behind

Howzer was perfect.

Standing so naturally, so confidently amongst your family. Easily laughing along to your dad's corny jokes. Flawlessly timing his compliments of your mom's home. Fitting in with the quirky and sometimes chaotic dynamic your family had as if he'd been here the whole time. You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, holding the salad bowl you were supposed to be preparing, and instead watching him with so much adoration you worried you'd collapse from the weight of it.

He'd been so nervous, too, meeting your family. It wasn't common for clones to be in a relationship, let alone one so serious as to warrant bringing a whole family into it. He'd had no idea that was even a thing you were interested in until you'd asked if he was ready. And then he'd spent the whole week asking questions. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say?

So to see him like this now, so much more at ease, no trace of apprehension left on his relaxed features, also made you burst with pride. Your man was up for any challenge.

Eventually your dad left the conversation to check on the grill, and your mom decided to run to bathroom before dinner. You quickly snatched the opportunity. You sat down the salad bowl on the closest nearby surface and made your way up behind him. Howzer was distracted, gazing across the yard, and so he made a startled grunt once he felt your arms snaking around his middle from behind.

"What are you doing there?" he asked through the chuckle that followed.

You pressed your face into his back and smiled, knowing he'd feel it. "I just missed you, s'all."

"Missed me?" His hands encircled your arms, rubbing them gently. "You weren't gone that long."

"Felt like it," you mumbled.

He hummed. "Didn't realize dumping a bag of lettuce into a bowl was so taxing."

You had to release him briefly in order to swat at him for that. "Shh! Don't tell my mom it came out of a bag! She thinks I still have a garden."

His body started to shake with amusement in your hold. "Oh, is that what those weeds on your patio were supposed to be?"

You swatted again, only for him to capture your wrist and use it to pull you around to face him. You kept your body and one arm snuggly pressed against him as you moved.

"Hi," he smiled down at you.

"Hi," you whispered sweetly back. It was like you were sharing a secret. Just the two of you. It didn't even matter that your dad was likely sneaking looks over his shoulder or that your siblings would probably start teasing as soon as they made their way outside.

"You're perfect, you know," you said.

Howzer chuckled nervously. "I don't know about that..."

"You are," you repeated. It was fact.

Before he could protest further, you leaned back into him and hugged him fully. You turned your head to rest against his chest and for a moment caught your dad awkwardly trying to appear as if he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time. You simply smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment for however much longer it would last.

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[twdeadfanfic]

Snuggling with Daryl after a run...

Just a small, plotless but (hopefully) fluffy ficlet that came to my mind while I was working.

I hope you can enjoy it.

You ran your fingers through Daryl’s hair, working the shampoo into his roots, your own hair already shampooed and washed. For someone who had grumbled and rolled his eyes while you made him get into the shower with you, instead of letting him flop down onto the bed already, after you two came back from the run, Daryl seemed pretty content right now while you caressed his hair, eyes closed and leaning against you, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he went ahead and purred. You didn’t say anything, though.

Alexandria might have its ups and downs, but being able to shower with actual hot water when you needed it was for sure a plus.

The run hadn’t been a particularly hard one, but you were tired anyway, you understood wanting to just lie down for a spare moment, but still, you knew you had to wash the mud that you had on you from digging some walker-traps outside Alexandria. Your comfy bed was another Alexandria plus and you didn’t want to get it full of mud.

Soon, you and Daryl were clean and on your way to bed…no matter the sun was still up outside, by now you both had been working out there for almost sixteen hours, so you were pretty sure you both deserved a nap.

You closed the curtains while Daryl dropped down on the bed with a sigh, and you knew he was tired too, even though you knew that if right now someone barged through the door, asking him to do something, he’d say yes and get right to it as if he didn’t need the rest. He was an over-worker and he always fought you on it when you told him so. But right now, he too looked pretty done with the day, eyes already closed as he tried to get comfortable despite aches and sore muscles.

Crawling on the bed and pretty much over Daryl, you let out a content sigh of your own as you lied over his bare chest, and sure, the pillow would be fluffier and softer than Daryl’s firm chest, but you’d much rather lie there.

It didn’t take a second for Daryl’s strong arms to wrap around you as you curled up to him, and you felt the vibration on his chest as he hummed contently, nuzzling your hair before resting his chin on top of your head, while his fingers absentmindedly drew lazy patterns over the skin of your shoulder and arm.

There was no better way of sleeping, you were sure of that, no other way in which you could feel more cared for and loved, more comfortable and warm, neither safer, and you had to wonder how had you ever slept before you got lucky enough to share a bed with Daryl.

The sun was setting and you were more asleep when you finally rolled off Daryl’s chest…you didn’t move far, though, just turning to your side, facing the wall while Daryl turned with you so his chest was pressed against your back, his arm wrapping around you to keep you close, nuzzling your hair again, and you let out a sleepy, happy mumble.

No better way of sleeping for sure…

You loved it too, though, when it was the opposite around, when Daryl was the one half lying over you, head pillowed on your chest, his warm weight comforting over you, or when you were the one holding him, arm around him as you snuggled to his back, trying to infuse him with as much love, care and protection as you felt he deserved…you knew he hadn’t gotten much of that, or even any, during his life…but you’d make up for that lack of it now.

Still…you were sure there was no way you could feel safer than sleeping like that, the warmth of Daryl’s chest reassuring behind you, his strong arm protectively wrapped around you…Even if you were asleep in a world full of threats, when you slept like that, it felt as if nothing could ever harm you.

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•|| Cuddle Pile ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 1: Cuddle Pile

Featuring: Nightmare, Dream, Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross!

Ships: Subjective. (Can be seen as either Nightmare X Killer X Dust X Horror and Dream X Cross, or it can be seen as platonic cuddles.)

Summary: Nightmare and Dream had a fight, so the Murder Time Trio convince Nightmare to cuddle with them to help him calm down. Dream also gets comforted by Cross.

Warnings: Angy octopus, sadge goldfish.

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

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A low rumbling growl echoed throughout the deep trench caverns as the great kraken residing inside grumbled curses under his breath. His tentacles curled around the stone pillars all around him, cracking them under the pressure as he tightened his hold on them in anger.

As much as he loved his brother, Dream of course, he hated how annoying the other leviathan could be. They had recently had a 'conversation' that hadn't gone so well, and that was to blame for his wrath.

...He also had a massive headache, which wasn't helping in the slightest.

He flinched slightly as he heard the sounds of tails swishing through the water, and he opened his eyesocket to see that he was suddenly surrounded by three certain circling sharks. "...What do you want?"

"Awh c'mon, who managed to piss in your clamshells already?" Killer asked with a playful tone, swimming up closer to Nightmare's much larger face. He squeaked and tucked into a roll and Nightmare blew him away with bubbles, but he wasn't that upset.

"Yeah... what happened?" Horror asked next, tilting his head as he gazed up at the giant leviathan. Dust didn't say anything, but instead nuzzled one of Nightmare's many giant tentacles.

"None of your concern." Nightmare snarled, but his angry facade was quickly cracking open like an oyster, showing a softer side. He struggled not to smile at Dust's insistent nuzzles, Killer's smile, and Horror's worrying. Damnit, why couldn't he just be emo and brooding in peace?!

"Nighty! Nighty! Nighty, can you change into your smaller form, pleaaase???" Killer was abruptly right back up in Nightmare's face, swishing his tail excitedly as he begged.

"And why in the seven seas would I do that?" Nightmare cocked a bonebrow up as he questioned Killer, squinting his eyesocket in suspicion.

"Pleaaase? Just for us~?" Killer whined, nuzzling and rubbing himself against Nightmare's cheek.

Nightmare made the grave mistake of looking down at the other two sharks, seeing that Horror was giving him puppy eyes while Dust hugged one of his tentacles.

By the True Leviathans, he was getting far too soft.

Nightmare sighed, choosing to relent as he shrunk down. His bones turned snowy white once more, and his eyelights turned purple. All three shark boys cheered as they saw the little octopus, and they swarmed around him once more.

Then Horror suddenly dived down as Killer wrapped his arms around Nightmare, the small current made from Horror's movement catching them both and dragging them down too. Dust trailed behind, as if making sure Nightmare couldn't escape.

Nightmare already knew it; his fate was sealed now, and he didn't even try fighting back.

As soon as they reached a large flat ledge in the trench, the sharks 'released' Nightmare, only to immediately press as close to him as possible. They all sort of swam around in a tight ball for a second to find their places and get comfortable, then they all settled down as successfully caught the leviathan in the center of their cuddle pile.

Nightmare huffed, but he couldn't stop a small smile that grew on his face. His now much smaller tentacles gently wrapped around each of his shark boys, further entwining him into the cuddles.

As he fell asleep to Killer, Horror, and Dust's soft purrs, he thought that maybe cuddles weren't so bad after all.

. . .

In a different section of the trench, Dream was sitting alone while trying not to cry. He hadn't meant to apparently provoke another argument with his brother, but he somehow managed to anyways.

His fins gently swayed in the slight currant as he curled up in a ball, feeling utterly miserable. Maybe he was the problem. Maybe he shouldn't keep bothering Nightmare. Maybe he should just leave...

Dream flinched as someone brushed up against his back, and their arms wrapped around him. Someone else's tail curled up against his, and the other mer purred quietly as they carefully groomed his frills. "What happened, angelfish?"

Dream relaxed as he heard Cross's voice, but he didn't respond. Instead, he wiggled around to hug Cross as he let out a small whimper, tears pricking his eyesockets.

Cross understood immediately, and he pulled Dream closer to him as they both snuggled up together. The water turned serene and quiet as they laid there, their souls mending a little more as they relaxed in peace.

It was okay if Dream didn't want to talk about it, words were overrated anyways. Besides, cuddles were just better.

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Arthur is a physical being. Merlin’s known this since day one. He can still remember Arthur’s hands on him, attempting to bully him into submission.

Eventually, Arthur gives up on that goal. He quickly comes up with a new one. It’s just as physical.

He pulls Merlin close. He cuddles into him constantly. Merlin can’t remember a night where Arthur isn’t cuddling as close as possible, nuzzling Merlin’s neck, pressing kisses to the top of his head or the corners of his lips as he tries to fall asleep.

“Arthur,” Merlin groans as he tries to put space between them in bed so he can sleep without being pawed at.

But Arthur always wins this fight. He makes a sad little noise in the back of his throat and lets Merlin go. He turns away from him in bed and waits.

Without fail, Merlin snuggles into his back, kisses the nape of his neck and murmurs, “Come here you spoiled brat.”

[iwaoiness]

Every 20th of July since he was fifteen, the first candles Oikawa blows out are embedded in fluffy milk bread. Throughout Kitagawa Daiichi and all of Aoba Johsai, Iwaizumi always managed to prepare this little surprise for him, whether during recess, after or before training, in his room, or in Tooru's room. He would approach Oikawa holding a small cardboard tray of milk bread, shielding the candles with his hand to keep the flames from going out prematurely. He would sing happy birthday to him (sometimes accompanied by the off-key voices of Mattsun and Makki, sometimes alone) and remind him to make a wish. And every year, through snot and tears, Oikawa would scoff at how corny this was (and, of course, Hajime wouldn't waste a second kicking him in the ass).

But he would quickly close his eyes, think of a wish, and blow out the candles with blushing cheeks.

Later, when the distance between them was no longer just the Takahashi house but the vast Pacific Ocean, Hajime continued the tradition, even across the screen, honoring his wish. Every 20th of July, before his morning run, he would prepare the milk bread dough and, by the time he returned, he would bake it just in time for their video call. When Oikawa least expected it, Hajime would place the milk bread rolls in front of the camera with the candles lit.

On his 30th birthday, however, with a few hours left in the day, Oikawa still hasn't made his wish. He has been fidgeting all day since Hajime told him that he won't know if he will be able to connect to the video call because one of the best players on the UCI volleyball team has been seriously injured during training.

Tooru knows he shouldn't be upset about it. He understands that there’s nothing much that can be done, that Hajime is a professional who takes his job seriously, and it’s perfectly normal for him to be focused on his players. But he can't shake the frustration that it all happened on his birthday.

He hates that they’ve only exchanged a few messages. He hates that he hasn’t heard Hajime’s voice for almost an entire day. He hates the distance. He hates that he's spent eleven damn birthdays without Hajime. He hates the damn opposite hitter who can’t train without getting injured.

Oikawa taps his mobile screen twice with his thumb, snorting in irritation when he checks the time. To make matters worse, Santiago had suggested dinner at his favorite restaurant to distract him, but the idiot is already ten fucking minutes late and isn't answering his calls.

“Shit!,” he curses in Japanese, begrudgingly sitting back down on the icy wooden bench where they were supposed to meet. He crosses his arms and scowls in frustration.

And, of course, it’s freezing. Because Argentina is on the other side of the hemisphere, and despite having been here for over a decade, it’s still unusual to celebrate his birthday in a scarf and jacket.

He’s about to get up again, planning to head to the restaurant alone and stuff himself with food—charging it, of course, to Santiago’s account—when he hears footsteps approaching.

“About time, pedazo de pelotud—!” The words die on his tongue as he looks up and doesn’t see Santiago.

His eyes widen in shock, his mouth falls open, and his heart seems to stop.

Hajime is here. In person. Just two steps away, not an ocean apart. As handsome as he was two months ago, dressed in a denim jacket and a thick black sweatshirt with the hood up, just as he always does when he's cold. He wears the dark sweatpants he typically dons for travel.

“Yo” Hajime greets, his smile warm and genuine.

“What…?” Oikawa’s voice emerges faint and quivering. He slowly rises, gripping the bench for support as the tingling in his legs threatens to make him topple over.

That’s when he notices what Iwaizumi is holding in his hand: a small cardboard tray with two milk bread rolls, each one adorned with a candle—one shaped like the number 3 and the other like the number 0. Hajime’s free hand shields the flickering flames from the breeze, preventing them from being switched off, just as he has always done for Tooru.

Tooru’s lips quiver and his eyes well up as he looks up again, meeting Hajime’s gaze. Always so intense, so beautiful, so full of tenderness when look at him.

“I’m two years late, but I finally managed to fulfill your wish.”

Oikawa chuckles softly, sniffling as he wipes away tears from his cheek with the back of his hand.

“So, can I still hope that my wish about Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan will come true?”

“As if” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes in amusement, moving a little closer. “Here, tontito, blow them out before they go out. And make a wish.”

Tooru nods, lowering his gaze to the candles as Hajime withdraws his hand.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, ignoring the moisture on his lashes. He wishes for gold at this year's Olympic Games. He wishes for his parents, Takeru and his sister to come and visit him again soon. He wishes to celebrate the new year with Mattsun, Makki and Iwa-chan. Wishes for his grandmothers to stay healthy. Wishes for January to come so he can go to Suga-chan and Daichi's wedding. Wishes to play beach volleyball with Shoyo once more. Wishes that all his teammates continue to do well (even MadDog-chan). Wishes to win the VNL. He wants to keep playing for CA Boca until he retires.

But more than anything else, what he wishes for right now is—

"I wish Iwa-chan would let go of the tray so I can hug him and never let go again," he whispers before lifting his eyelids and blowing out the candles.

In less than three seconds, Iwaizumi places the tray on the bench and pulls Oikawa from his waist into a firm, strong, and tender embrace that feels like home. Tooru wraps his long arms around Hajime's broad shoulders, burying his face in his neck. He is overwhelmed by the familiar touch of Hajime's hands on his waist and back, the fresh scent of his favorite cologne, the comforting weight of his body against his own, and the gentle tickle of Hajime's spiky hair on his neck.

"Happy birthday, mi vida. I love you so, so much," he murmurs softly, his voice low and husky. Tooru lets out a sob, tightening his embrace as if trying to lock Hajime away in his soul.

"I love you much, much more," Tooru snuggles up into Hajime's neck. "And I hope that milk bread is homemade, or I won't forgive you for lying to me" Adds, smiling tenderly as the laughter of the love of his life reverberates through his chest as well.

His 31st wish will be the one that has been secretly accompanying the rest of his wishes.

Because there hasn't been a single year that Oikawa Tooru hasn't wished for Iwaizumi Hajime to stay in his life forever.

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AGAAAIN HAPPY BDAY TO THE BEST MAN IN THIS WORLD, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, THE HEART OF MY HEART, THE SUN OF MY GALAXY, MY PRETTY BOY, MY HUSBAND i love him sm u can even imagine

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Homelander x fem!reader

Listening to the rain together

The drumming of the rain against the windows of his penthouse has been something Homelander has grown to love. The sound of rain on a window or on a roof had been a distant confusion within the lab, heard but never seen. An unknown from the mysterious outside he never had been allowed to see until his debut. Sure, the doctors had tried to explain it to him. They'd shown him videos and images, but he'd never been allowed out to experience it. Not until his first day in a crowd, when he'd fled and been exposed to the yawning blue of the sky.

It had cracked open later that day, after he's run off. That endless sky had cracked open, and water had poured down as if by magic. He'd been soaked through by it, bhut it had felt cleansing. The sky had cried with the child-god in its own way. Now Homelander can watch nature rage on unobstructed from his bed. The beating of the rain and lightning flashing is just as untamed as the first time he'd seen it. Magical in a way only nature can be. It thrills him as much as it soothes him, the constant patter of rain drops becoming a relaxing thrum that helps dull the clamor everything else his ears pick up. Even the colors of his penthouse feel muted under the grey haze of the sky. The perfect scenery for a nap. Which is exactly what you're doing. You'd insisted this was an ideal time for a book and cuddling. Swore up and down that you wouldn't doze off, yet here you are. Asleep. His lips quirk up, recalling your insistence that this time you'll keep your eyes open. The only lie he'll let you get caught in, because it means Homelander can memorize every detail in the soft, grey light. You're tucked in against his side, back towards him and head propped up with your book discarded atop the pillow. Your breathing is slow and measured, chest rising and falling with each deep breath. There's that content curl to your lips with them slightly parted. Pure temptation sprawled beside him, utterly content and trusting of the monster you're nestled against. Yes, he's grown to love rainy days.