#somft man

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you so much @fuzzyfancreatorbiscuit for commissioning wintering naga Skull <3 I’m pretty sure it’s what we all wanted to see, and they are doing the public a SERVICE

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“... Hey sleepyscales. I’m back.”

You closed the door quickly behind you, trying to avoid letting any of the outside’s cold in, kicking off your shoes and shedding your rain-soaked coat.

... No reply. Probably asleep again. Poor Sans- naga had it rough, in the winter. He was grouchy and slept almost the entire day.

You moved through to the kitchen, unpacking the grocery bag. It was quiet and dim inside, all you could hear was the muffled sound of cold winter rain pelting the windows. All the curtains were padded and drawn. The main lights hadn’t been on in most rooms for a few weeks at least- they were too bright for him. You relied instead on small battery string lights strung along the walls, and dimmer sunset-coloured table lamps. The house completely transformed during winter, becoming a dark cave where almost every surface was blanketed thanks to Sans’ overpowering winter nesting instinct. And although all the change was entirely for his comfort, you couldn’t deny there was something really wonderful about coming out of the cold to an extremely snug house, full of cosy low orange lights and soft materials.

Maybe you had some winter instincts, too.

Once the groceries were all away, you made your way over to the living room. The door was only open a crack, pitch black inside. You were just gonna check on him before you started cooking- make sure he was comfortable, and had water and snacks. He always woke up absolutely ravenous.

... You opened the door to the living room, cautious not to open it to the point where it started creaking, and slipped inside. The lights were all off, even the string lights.

Sans had turned most of that particular room into an absolutely massive nest of assorted soft things. Big enough to house a naga of his size, which meant really big. It was an organised mess of couch cushions, old and new pillows, every blanket in the house, and a few of your sweaters because he was desperate for your scent. 

It was too dark to see anything at all... you stepped forward-

- suddenly, large, strong hands gripped you, you were swept clean off your feet and pulled into the darkness- you let out a tiny yelp, but not out of any fear. Entirely from surprise. He dragged you straight into the centre of the nest unceremoniously; and once he’d rolled over, you were squashed up against a big, very familiar ribcage.

“I-I didn’t realise you were awake.” You said, breathlessly, as his arms drew around your torso tight enough to squeeze a little air out of you.

You heard the sound of his huge body shifting, scales dragging softly against a variety of surfaces, the very end of his tail wound around your ankle. His face pressed into the crook of your neck, deep breaths prickling your skin- in winter, he was completely obsessed with your body heat, and couldn’t seem to stop himself from touching. You felt his teeth against your neck... a low purr escaping him that made your hair stand on end and pulse jump.

“... gone too long.” He grunted, voice growly, deeper than usual. A hand slipped under your top, possessively cupping the soft skin of your stomach... one of his skeletal hands could pretty much entirely cover your abdomen. 

His was touch gentle, but with a noticeable restraint. You could tell he was holding himself back from being rougher with his affection. Letting you leave the house was always hard for him... naga could die, if out in the cold for too long, and though he knew consciously that you were human he still struggled to set aside those deep-rooted survival instincts.

“Guess I’m staying in the nest, now?” You teased, gently.

His other hand came up, sleepy claws caressing your hair. He removed his face from your neck, and instead pressed his teeth to your cheek.

“mhm.” He said, clearly pleased at just the mention of you staying.

“I need to do some work. Can I have my laptop?”

... Your heard a big sigh, like he was a teenager you’d asked to do the dishes. But he obliged, hand coming off your stomach to reach over and across you, to the little table at the head of the nest. You always kept the device there in case this exact event happened, you knew he wouldn’t be letting you go anytime soon.

“Thank you.” You hummed, as the laptop was placed in your hands. He let out a noncommittal grunt and draped his arm back over your middle- you propped up your knees, using them as a stand and opening your laptop. If he was bothered by the laptop light, he didn’t say anything, seemingly content for you to be distracted with work while he got to snuggle you.

...

“... Need anything, before you sleep again?” You asked.

... No reply. He was already out.

[sergle]

this beautiful morn on god's green earth is as good a day as any to weed out the people who were just following me here for "uwu Somft Huggable Squishy" art (my art of plus size bodies), but don't actually care about fat people, as people, and feel personally offended the SECOND we vocalize frustration abt the fatphobia we experience.

[scuddle-bubble101]

Ah, it seems a large man has seen his wife's transformation.

He cannot help but approach, picking up the smol angy floof

"Iira....?"

Instant anger is gone... Per the usual with Reid picking up his wife X'D

All Iira can do is just submit...

[missingmelody]

A soft hug

[lavenoon]

Sharing the blanket <3

@naffeclipse I continue keeping the bounty hunter out of trouble by sleeping on him and I will not apologize

*self insert is not a girl (he/ she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[deeisace]

1. So I spent years thinking I was aroace, and then like a while thinking I'm arobi, and now I'm sorta going am I just really gay and embarrassed?

Guys I think I might be really gay and embarrassed

2. I forgor the other thing

[countthelions]

Iskall creating sugar plum fairy flowers in Vault Hunters for Stress bc she was having a bad day and tried cheering her up

[roley-poley-foley]

Man who looks at abs n goes "now what does it look like when you're not flexing o.0"

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

It's easy being with you Sacred simplicity As long as we're together, there's no place I'd rather be

[transexualpirate]

mulder update: stinky bastard man shall from now on only be called bastard man

(i hope he forgives me but it was necessary)

[scuddle-bubble101]

There is only one man who may scritchy scritchy zombi wombi

*Only one man... May pat and keep his arm.

[vetteldixon]

in my feels listening to felipe albequerque talk on radio le mans about how something that makes returning to the race more enjoyable every year is the way he recognizes return spectators, and 'fans become friends' and that drivers are as human as anybody in how special the social connections are...

[coolrpblog]

🐕-

no one:

me: dwight is pudgy he needs the soft belly

[of-elitiism]

i call this "scholar Marcus after the deed"

[hizzashii]

@upperthird

Try as he may, centuries' worth of habits don't fade away so easily. Yoriichi still, habitually, forgets to properly sleep--dozing off whenever comfortable, whenever safe instead. A nomad, wayfaring stranger, too accustomed still to never truly belonging.

He had nearly forgotten what it was like, to feel as if he belonged. Had nearly forgotten, until he realizes: he feels content. No urge to wander, hardwired to look over his shoulders.

He rests against Akaza, and something in Yoriichi's expression softens, perhaps even on the verge of a smile as ruby eyes close--a moment to etch this peace into his memory.

"--I'm not falling asleep," he feels urge to clarify. "I'm only remembering."

[brightside-brigade]

augh I'm. I just. Hfbm. Mm. Hhmhnhn. @////@