#wrap your arms

[vagarezas]

• Say the things you wanna say, then wrap your arms around me..

[melcholune]

Hand holding has to be the most intimate thing that exists. I don’t care what anyone says, holding hands is one of the most beautiful part of being human. Be it romantic or platonic.

You’re scared? Let me hold your hand. You’ve lost your way? Let me hold your hand. Your hand is cold? Let me hold your hand. You’re tired? Let me hold your hand. You feel down? Let me hold your hand. You feel happy? Let me hold your hand.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Evolution of Eliot/Hardison hugs over the years.

And the one time that Eliot really needed a hug:

Leverage S02E08/S03E10/S04E01/S04E07/S04E10/S05E09/Leverage Redemption S01E16/S02E06.

[starryluminary]

You Matter To Me

Sara Bareilles (ft. Jason Mraz)

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◃◃ II ▹▹

Noah and Cody have a quick chat.

Cody really didn't expect to like Noah as much as he does. He also didn't expect Noah to make him this happy. That's why it hurts when he realizes Noah's better off without him. Without his baggage, without his adversity, without his mess. Man what a mess it is. He wouldn't blame Noah in the least if he thought it was too much to handle and left without looking back.

Fortunately, Cody matters too much to Noah to let him go so easily. Cody couldn't be more grateful. Maybe one day he'll learn to tell him.

[batcavescolony]

Head canon:

Hero's have adapted their suits to help them. They have extra back stabilization cus of a back injury, built in braces for their knees, elbow or wrists etc. This means they can't just take off their suits and trade them cus they're custom made for each hero.

[willowser]

i just think katsuki is a very pinch their nose, tug on their ear, squish their cheeks, grab their whole face in his hand, hold them upside down by the ankles, put them in a headlock kind of dad.

[sea-lanterns]

Xilonen and Dehya would be an absolute purr fest when they're both double penetrating you as you're sandwiched between them-

shh I know dehya isn't part cat but she's lion coded trust

Dehya can make up for not being part cat, by using a special cat-like strap on instead 🤭

While Xilonen is thrusting into you with her own spiny cock, Dehya can match her pace and please you like how a big cat would, by easing her own spiny strap into you and making you feel twice the pleasure with these two spiny cocks bulldozing into you.

Oh and they’re both so warm and comforting too, your small body latching onto Xilonen’s large frame while Dehya’s body engulfs you from behind in a fiery emittance of heat. Both women are just so strong and cuddly during sex, purring against your body so you could feel just how much they were enjoying it, as they fuck you between them and make your body bounce pathetically with each push 💕

[imthursdaysyme]

Final installment of the wrestlers 3/3: Steve runs his 5’8 mouth

[st4rd0lly]

i will never shut up about possessive dazai. ever. oh my god. he doesn’t even know how it starts, but he’s just… so into you for whatever reason. honestly, he can’t think of any reason not to be into you at this point, you’ve got this man absolutely WHIPPED. still, he knows that he shouldn’t be in a relationship… he’s scared to be in a relationship no matter how much he denies it. so he just settles for maybe arranging a FWB situation for the two of you !! no romance, no being forced to confront feelings, just lust. that’s all he tries to focus on ! but there’s one issue </3 you’re completely oblivious to his advances and the sexual tension he’s TRYING to make, he’s stumped for once !! he thinks maybe you’re trying to play hard to get but he soon realizes that you just… don’t understand !

that’s when he starts having issues, if you’re this oblivious to his advances, how many other people have done similar? with you just brushing it off? so he starts clinging onto you, subtly for the most part but extremely obvious if you squint. the interest turns into an obsession really, you’ve got him hooked

[tang3r1n]

ooohhh how i love insecure shoto who makes himself cry just a lil harder when he realizes you stay coddling and praising him that much longer.

he can’t get enough of your sweet voice, soft hands, worried frown while your chubby cheeks are puffed out while you fret and dan over him, letting his messy hair and pressing only the most loving of kisses on his wet hot cheeks.

and ooohh how pitiful he feels when he collapses in your arms, wailing and hiccuping his way through the latest rant about how lost and broken he feels, but ohh it feels so devilishly good to have you soak up all his hurt and soothe him, whispers of heaven and perfection and ‘i love you’s clouding his vision and dizzying his mind as he struggles to relax, melting away into your warm arms with a shameful shiver.

[dipperscavern]

Hiiii!!! Could you please write something abt comforting Robb after a long day of leading the war? Just some nice, sweet moments between the two of em xx

anon i SPECIALIZE in this department. thank you sm for the ask, i hope u enjoy !!

the tent is dark in the cloak of night, lightly illuminated by the various candles placed about. robb fiddles with the stuck buckle of his armor inside his tent, sighing in his growing frustration at the persistence of his armor refusing to unlatch.

he’s got squires for this, he knows, but he’s been around men all day. taken lives of fathers, brothers, sons, he can take off his own damn armor.

he gives it one final tug before he gives up, sitting back and running his hands down his face, trying his best to rub the sleep from his eyes. he’s got wounded to check on, meetings to hold & ravens to answer. he can take off his armor later.

he leans forward, putting his elbows on the table & resting his head in his hands, just for a moment.

….

approaching footsteps interrupt his moment of reprieve, and greywind rouses from where he lays guard at the door. robb hopes it’s just the guards changing shifts, but he knows better. it’s someone coming to ask him for something. someone coming to tell him what he should be doing instead of what he has been. pigs are flying and he must fix it.

he closes his eyes, and he hears someone enter the tent. the guards are obligated to announce everyone’s arrival, are they not? who could they possibly let in without hesitation?

“what is it?”

his tone is harsher than he intends. he’s snappy, even when he doesn’t mean to be. when he gets no answer, he looks up, and it’s you. his expression softens in record time, guilt crawling up his spine. he puts his head in his hands again, sighing at his own stupidity. what kind of king speaks to his people like he just did? to his lady, nonetheless?

you walk over to him, wordless, and begin to unlatch the stuck buckle. it lets go in record time, and you move to the next. robb sits back to give you access to all of his armor, and you step into his space. you must be a gift from the gods, he thinks. some kind of… divine blessing that he could never be worthy of receiving.

some time passes like that. you, taking off his armor, and robb, sitting back ever so patiently, resisting the urge to pull you closer. the weight lifts off him as the layers get shed, and he can’t help the few groans that escape him. how long has he been wearing this? ten, twelve hours? his body relaxes as you work, and in tune, his mind. his hand reaches for any part of you he can hold while not interrupting your work. he almost thinks he’s bothering you until he feels you lean into him, whether you’re aware of it or not. it brings the first smile he’s worn on his face all day.

eventually you pull him up to send him to bathe.

“y’look like death.”

your comment has a playful expression adorn robb’s face as he pulls you closer, and he starts poking your ribs, the place where you’re most ticklish. you yelp in surprise, squirming in his grasp and trying to get away. he’s got a good hold of you, and your pleas for him to stop are drowned out by your own laughter.

even if you’re the victim, you secretly enjoy the playful moments like these. the ones where you get a glimpse of the robb you fell in love with at winterfell — where you both were just two stupid kids, head over heels for each other.

“robb- robb!”

he eventually decides on mercy, stopping his assault. you sway in his arms, catching your breath & letting smaller giggles escape you. he leans in, kissing your temple in a half-apology (he’s not sorry) as he leaves to wash the grime off himself.

he comes back to find you lighting a candle you just replaced. the glow of its light illuminates your features, and you’ve never looked so pretty. he approaches you, and he can’t help himself, sliding an arm around your waist & pulling you into him. however stuck you may be, you seem content with your situation. you aren’t sure how long you stand like that, soaking in each others presence, watching the candles flame dance. you’re both so enamored in this moment, you don’t hear greywind moving to stand up.

“Your grace.”

you both turn around to see the subject of the intrusion. a guard has his head poked through the tents entrance, greywind stopping him from stepping inside.

“A raven.” the guard holds up a sealed scroll, punctuating his words. robb squeezes your waist ever so lightly as he lets go, moving to collect the scroll and add it to his list of things he must do. he nods, silently dismissing the guard, and the guard bows, going back to his post.

he breaks the seal, and whatever’s written on the paper has robb’s mood growing sour as he reads it. he sets it down on the table, putting his hands on the old wood and exhaling through his nose, leaning his weight against it. his eyes are distant, overworked brain no doubt at a loss of what to do anymore. how much can one man take?

you hate seeing him like this. the crown on his head is heavy, and war has not been kind. you wish you could fix it all yourself, but you can’t. the best you can do is stand unwavering by his side, there to prop him up when he’s buckling. so you do.

you move to join him, gently moving one of his arms off of the table to give you room to wrap your arms around him. he’s immediate in his response, tucking his head in your shoulder & pulling your body flush against his. he sighs, a shaky exhale against your shoulder. he needed this. bad. and he didn’t even know it, not until he got it.

not until he feels the heat and weight of your body pressed against his own, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. he can feel you trying to embed yourself into his memory, a reminder that even when you’re not here, he can come back to this moment. when he feels like he’s drowning in the vast sea of battle and politics — that he once felt like he was drowning here, inside this tent, too. and you were there to pull him back up. somehow, impossibly, he finds himself pulling you closer.

[moderncryptid]

Hc that Astarion loves cuddling with his face in Tav's neck not for sexy purposes but because he finds their smell and feeling of their pulse relaxing. Also as a vampire he's drawn to their body heat so he cuddles like a boa constrictor.

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

i think kissing a girl would fix me

[callibones]

i think its genuine homophobia that if u look up the snake otacon hug on the discord gif searcher the first handful of results are all clips of it where them hugging has been cut out and its just the handshake

[yourlocal-goodgirl]

good morning i am half asleep with one eye open posting this but i wish i had someone else's hands on me and not my own

[willowser]

katsuki is very sad and a little clingy when your baby is sick :(