#they may cuddle forever

[beck-a-leck]

I got a dragon dice holder tray for christmas from my bestie and it's The Best!

I didn't want to just leave it in the box until my next game session. And I found the BEST display option for it

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

BABY RAPTOR PROTECTOR!

[szollibisz]

annual self indulgent curtwen bday drawing (a little late in my timezone technically but whateverrrrr)

[lovemelizards]

Happy New Year! May you be blessed with lots of garashir!

[multifandomhoodies]

anyone else hate long distance relationships and lack of consistent feelings on their part

[loveableabomination]

Being ace but also being people-pleasing enough that I think I'm not ace cuz I like to make my partner happy...is a mind-fuck.

[ghost-bxrd]

I was in the MIDDLE of reading fanfictions where Jason is holding Tim and being a good big brother and saving him from danger. Now how am I supposed to deal with my family?!

Omg I’m so sorry you had to experience that. Being deprived of Jason cuddling Tim? That’s—- I don’t even want to imagine it. 😭

But!!! AO3 IS BACK AGAIN!!! The nightmare is over

[absolutelyinsanity]

A Floyd that after graduating now lives with his s/o in the same house.

S/o was doing stuff around the house and suddenly Floyd is in a mood for smooches and won't stop pestering them for kisses while doing kissy lips.

"Koebi-chan~ give me a kiss~ chuu chuu~"

" I am doing some things right now Floyd,after I finish I promise I will :)"

"Eeeeh~? But It will only take like on sec...c'mon koebi-chan just one kiss on the cheek~"

"Sight...okay,come here,bend down a bit,you are way too tall to kiss while standing up"

"Yaaaaay~"

*5 minutes later when Floyd's s/o has finished their work*

Floyd:

"Koebi-chan you finished..? Ah come here~ chuu chuu chuu~ I loooove you~"

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

I swear I could fix John and Paul by time-travelling to Key West in September 1964 and playing them Long Live by Taylor Swift while they sob in each other's arms.

[carrotpiss]

🐰🧡🐻

[blackblackheart]

A pro and a con for funsies :>

Pro- You want a loyal boyfriend? Well good news, once you complete the American Gladiators Eliminator course that is navigating Rico's massive trust issues, you will not have a more loyal partner. Kindness is something he's working on receiving without making overcompensating gestures in return, but he will protect people who show him love with his life.

Cons- You like physical intimacy? This is not the train wreck for you. It took him a good deal of effort just to accept platonic affectionate touching without having a complete freakout- he has no positive association with anything remotely sexual and is kind of repulsed by the idea alone.

[blurryface-bitch]

beginning to realize that I'd like her to be a domestic part of my life, not just a mundane one

and also realizing that even though I know where she fits in my life now, I don't know how I fit into theirs.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

hmmmm ok me next-

[karpsicles]

the thing is i be yearning

[quimichi]

↳˳;; ❝ CUDDLING WITH KINICH ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ft. Ajaw

"Are you comfortable?" He asks, voice low and soft as to not frighten the small birds in the tree above. A gentle breeze sways his hair. "Very..." you relax against him even further, enjoying the peace. His grip tightens around you for a moment, holding you closer.

He brushes a kiss to your temple, then buries his nose in your hair. Kinich is quiet, content to hold you in silence and listen to the sounds of the forest around you. His fingers trail up and down your side, tracing the shape of your body under your clothes. He is warm all over, his body burning with the heat of being pressed against you.

In the comfort and relative solitude of this tree, he lets himself relax. Kinich lets out a sigh, tension slowly leaking out of his muscles as he holds you. He's been craving closeness like this for what feels like forever. His hand slides up beneath your shirt, coming to rest at the small of your back. His palm is hot against your skin, almost burning. His heartbeat has been steady this entire time, but it quickens when his hand touches your flesh.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful," he breathes, his words so low that they're barely a whisper. He pulls you closer, pressing himself against you as if he wants to merge into your very skin. His lips are on your skin. He's planting kisses up your neck, his breath hot against your nape. Kinich is kissing a path down to your collarbone, his hands roving over your body with an almost dizzying speed. His hair tickles your skin with every move.

"Needy?" You ask with a small laugh, giving him more access to your neck. "Maybe a little," he murmurs against the soft skin of your neck. A sudden shift in his position leaves you pressed against the trunk of the tree with a firm thump. Kinich has his body pinned against you, trapping you between himself and the wood.

He's kissing your neck, one of his hands grasping your hip. "You don't know half the things I want to do to you when we're alone," he growls. His voice is rougher than usual, a deep rasp that vibrates against your flesh.

"Ajaw may have told me one or two things." That draws a quiet, strangled sound from his lips. Kinich's hand moves from your hip to grip your jaw, tilting your head back so he can look at your face. "Ajaw really needs to shut his mouth," he remarks, tone a little too casual to be believable. The grip he has on your jaw is bordering on too tight. There's a dangerous look in his eyes. "He's been a bit too eager to talk about me, lately," he grumbles, leaning down to leave a bite on your neck. "I'm gonna have a word with him about that."

"I don't think it's gonna work." "...True." Kinich grumbles against your skin. He lets out another low sound, a quiet, frustrated thing that makes his body shiver against yours. "Still gonna try, though," he mutters. "He really needs to keep his mouth shut. Talking too much."

"I'M GONNA SHUT YOUR MOUTH KINICH IF YOU DON'T STOP TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME!"

[yanderenightmare]

TW: obsession, obsessive thoughts

fem reader

Thinking about when the playboy finally falls in love…

It’s so silly, soft as it may sound, untrue even given his record of sleeping around, but sometimes all he wants is pure unadulterated love. A hug once in a while would be nice – maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek – or cuddles.

You hadn’t believed a lick of it. You’d only laughed in his face with a shake of your head, telling him that must have been the worst pick-up play you’d ever been the victim of. 

It’s cliché, but he’s been obsessed with you ever since.

He feels like such a loser thinking about it – for real now – rolling his eyes with a hidden smile while looking at the candid picture he’d snapped of you. 

Chewing on this tongue while fantasizing such ridiculous things – virginal nothings such as handholding or resting his head in your lap and feeling you play with his hair. Sleeping together with your clothes on – spooning each other all clingy and soft...

Whispering sweet little nothings against the shell of his ear – teasing him. Playfighting – making you squeal and giggle as he grabs you and pins you beneath him in the bed. Tickling – making you laugh. Or kissing your nose and head and hand. 

Oh, and making breakfast together, eating lunch, and sharing dinner. 

Don't get him started on showering – helping each other wash – backrubs and headscrubs. How good your hands would feel carding through his hair as you rub in soap and rinse it out. Or just face masks. A whole evening in the bubble bath.

Watching some stupid romcom in fluffy bath robes afterward with your dopey tired head falling to rest on his shoulder. Snoring and mumbling small sweet little nothings to each other.

Saying good morning. Saying goodnight. Have a nice day. Good luck. I love you. I love you more. I love you most.

And there’s more.

Baby-names.

You haven't even gotten his dick wet once – he hasn’t even scored a kiss yet, and he’s already thinking about knocking you up and putting a ring on it.

You would look too good with his brat on your knee…

Bouncing them, breastfeeding, playing peek-a-boo games, zerbert, and doing the Simba from The Lion King – all with a great big beaming smile on your face. A smile that even the sun would envy.

Not to mention the kid itself. 

He would love the ever-living life out of a little baby version of you – pouty plump lips and mochi cheeks – spluttering and hiccupping on earth-shattering sobs when scuffing her dainty little knees on the pavement – asking for piggyback rides and candy before dinner.

Or a little miniature of him. Seeing you lull little devil-faced Junior to sleep.

Fuck it, you should get both. A truckload.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when his friend snaps his fingers.

“You’ve been staring at your phone forever. What’re you looking at that’s so important?”

He can’t believe how far down the rabbit hole he’d just spiraled. Thinking about a girl without picturing her naked. He must be losing it.

“… I’m not sure…”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Denki

JJK – Gojo, Sukuna

HQ – Oikawa, Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins, Suna

BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Rin

AOT – Eren

[majinbangus]

Being sick but wanting ice cream so you try to sneak out in the middle of the night to buy some like a disheveled gremlin all stuffy and sweaty, feverish in nothing but your pajamas and bathrobe, but just as you're about to leave, the light turns on and a pair of arms wrap around your waist to drag you back in bed for rest.

"Ach?! What the-?"

"Thought you could sneak away, huh?" Your man grumbles, unyielding as he (gently) manhandles you along, shooting you a mean stink eye for your attempted misadventure. "I'm special forces; where did y'think you were goin', sweetheart?"

You feel yourself start to sweat and not from the fever. "No-nowhere, darling, I was just-"

"Using pet names won't butter me up." He tightens his hold when you get squirmy. "Stop that. You need rest, y'muppet."

You blame it on your fever-addled brain, but you try to bargain with him. Promise to be good if he lets you go. Tell him how happy it'd make you if he granted this one wish. A lot of woe, is me peppered in your plea. As it turns out, he's got an iron will, and you need to work on your persuasive skills. Not surprising, but still.

"I want ice cream!" You half-heartedly thrash in his arms, making him click his tongue, adjusting his grip as to not hurt you.

"Fuckin'- stop that!"

"No, lemme go!"

Your feverish resistance is no match for his strength. All you pull from him is a frustrated grunt, annoyed with your antics.

"You're sick. Where you need to go is our bed." He leans in close to your ear, lowering his voice to a growl. "Or do I need to tie you down?"

The threat has the desired effect and makes you go limp in his arms, if a little pouty. You know he would do it. He's done it before, and he'll do it again. He's a man of his word, and (majority of the time) you know when to listen.

He successfully wrangles you back in bed, getting you to lie back down in warm sheets with little complaint. No rope is necessary, but he wraps you up in his arms just in case. A tried and true form of pinning you down. You never thought he'd use this method against you while you were incapacitated, but you're a wily one, even when you're sick. He'll make sure you can't escape.

You may have failed your little mission, but it's not too terrible of a loss. Not when it led you to being cuddled in his arms.

You still wish you got your ice cream, though. It's been forever since you had some. Too bad you'll only get to painfully, dramatically, yearn for your lost love now.

There's a deep chuckle puffing against your ear, and then you're being hugged tighter to your captor.

"I know that look. Don't pout. I'll get you your ice cream. Just get better for me first. Alright, mischief?"

... Alright.