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cosmosis · 10 months

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MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - can’t sleep

you just can’t sleep without your husband next to you (i hope my spanish was okay)

Maybe it’s your cycle, maybe its just the fact that you’ve been literally working all day for the past 3 weeks, but you’re tired as shit. The bags under your eyes are almost purple, your entire body hunches over like a zombie when you walk, you barely have time to think nor speak to anyone else besides your husband. The entire building is lowkey worried you’ll snap one day.

Even Miguel is worried. Much how you like to do to him, Miguel’s been constantly ushering you to rest a little, borderline bribing you with nice takeout or some kisses to get you to sleep. But, to no avail. your sleep schedule is genuinely fucked.

You’re cranky, hungry, and sleep deprived.

At the moment, Miguel doesn’t really know where you are. Considering your current state, he thinks you’re out on a mission, or at least somewhere in the office.

He’s already tried walking through the entire office just looking for you. He checked the cafeteria, gym, hallway, etc. muttering, “Where th’fuck are they?” But, you were nowhere to be found.

So, Miguel tries something different. He pulls up his watch, scrolling down to a button that he really only should be using for emergencies, but to Miguel, this is an emergency on its’ own.

He presses the button, and suddenly his entire face is broadcasted to every single watch in the building. Dramatically, the emergency siren turns on, and all the spider-people are on their feet.

“If anyone sees my wife, please report back to me asap. Tell her to come see me, I can’t find her anywhere.“

The whole office can see Miguel rub a hand over his face, visibly both annoyed and tired. Everyone starts looking back and forth, tilting heads and making sure that you didn’t just happen to be around somewhere. Once the camera turns off, though, nearly the entire building starts chuckling.

It’s crazy how much Miguel’s face utterly lights up when he sees his watch ringing without your contact photo. Literally in a split second, he presses the button, opening up a microphone icon.

“Miguel?“

Ugh, he just loves the sound of your voice.

“¿Si querida?“

He hears you groan, possibly the sound of bedsheets shuffling, and it pulls at his heart. You’ve been so miserable lately, he just wants to see you back to your happy self again.

“Come home, now.“

Just the tone of your voice alone put a worried frown on Miguel’s face. (He never likes to admit how much of an impact your emotions have on him.) An ugly, anxious swarm starts to build at the back of his head, making him impossibly nervous.

Luckily, Miguel knows what to do.

“Of course, hun. I’ll be there in 10.“

And he turns the watch off, sighing to himself after. He’s a little bit nervous now, fearing as though he did something to upset you, or that you had something serious to talk about when he came home.

Every step Miguel takes to your shared home brought him closer and closer on edge, worry and theory swirling through his mind. His brain ping-ponged through every single possible reason why you’d want him to come home, especially in such a cranky matter. Maybe you were just tired? Maybe it was because he accidentally gave you a raisin bagel instead of a everything bagel?

By the time Miguel was at the door, his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands the slightest bit shaky. Stepping inside, Miguel instantly beelined for your shared bedroom, gently opening the door.

He sees you shuffle around in the covers, his heart secretly swooning. You’re just so cute when you’re half asleep; needy and cuddlier than usual. Already at the bedroom door, Miguel practically rips his shirt off, kicking off his pants and making his way over to where you lay. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, gingerly swiping strands of hair off your face.

“What is it, hun?“ He coos.

You toss and turn, barely mustering a frown onto your face. Your eyes are half-lidded, tank top almost falling off your shoulder until Miguel readjusts it for you.

“Can’t sleep without you.“ You mumble, slowly scooting yourself over and draping your arms towards him. Miguel practically swoons, cooing and leaning into your touch. How could he resist such an offer?

“Awh, baby.“

He tangles himself into bed with you, breathing the biggest sigh of relief. It wasn’t what he thought it was. You just wanted snuggles. Miguel takes it upon himself to spoil you extra, ghosting his touch over your back and kissing the darling skin of your temple.

Like the thousands of times he has before, Miguel tangles his legs into yours, kneading his fingers into the skin of your raised leg.

Within a few minutes or so, Miguel feels you knock out like a light, tiny puffs of air escaping your mouth while you fist the sheets like a baby. He sighs, staring at you for a few moments while you sleep. Affectionately, he rubs his knuckles against your cheek, smooching your forehead.

Miguel pulls a blanket over the both of you, knowing very well that by the time you’re awake, it’ll be completely on the floor. Readjusting his position, Miguel doses off to sleep, allowing himself to completely let go of all the stresses he holds.

After all, he can’t sleep without you either.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderman #across the spiderverse #x reader #reader insert #fluff #romance #cute and cuddly #cosmosis-writes ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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todayontumblr · 8 months

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Monday, September 4.

The Platypus.

Monday. There is no escape. It is the January of days of the week, and quite frankly, we've had enough of its nonsense. Had it up to *here*, in fact. So for that reason, whether it is school, college, university, work, or indeed not work that you are facing this morning, we bring light amid its darkness and drudgery. Please find, for you, a commemoration dedicated to perhaps the most curious of mammals: the #platypus. It is an animal simply so strange it makes one wonder why we are so keen to find new life on other planets, when that which we have here on Planet E is just so absurd. It is also so irresistible, so silly, and so very squishy, that we simply cannot get enough of their endless charms.

#today on tumblr #platypus #platypuses #platypus art #chez platypus #perry the platypus #starline the platypus #squishy #cute #animals #mammals #the platypus #cute and cuddly

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eepywriters · 3 months

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I haven’t done this before but can it just be cuddling fluff with quackity 😄

.✦°. • Cuddling with Quackity ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just domestic Alex

a/n: thank you for the request! And dw, you’ve done amazing <3 also I decided to do something different with this, just little cuddling scenarios based on different contexts

LATE SUNDAY MORNINGS

Sunday’s mornings. Heaven in Earth.

No work, no stress, just sleeping soundly in the arms of your lover.

Nothing compared to the feeling of lazing around with him the morning, giving yourselves the much needed rest you both deserved, while also spending some quality time with each other. But maybe something did, the peculiar choice of pillow you made that day: Alex’s chest.

Cheek pressing into his broad chest while his hands rest on your back, keeping you flush against him.

His chest had always been your favorite pillow, as embarrassing as that is. The constant sound of his heartbeat being a reminder that he’s here, next to you, secure in your arms.

You stir, limbs feeling a little numb. You feel comfy in your current position, but you also couldn’t help feeling restless and a bit guilty, you did sleep on top of him for hours after all.

He never seems to mind that though, every time you confront him about it he dismisses you with a little shrug: “I don’t care about your weight, actually I found it comforting. It’s like… if I feel you, I know we are together, and that’s… that feels nice” he’d always smile at you, a light flush of pink showing on his face at the cheeky confession.

Everything is meant to have it’s end though, and while you you surely feel like you could sleep for another 10 hours, you had chores to do. You try to get up, pushing against Alex’s chest to give yourself the strength to break his grip of steel on your back.

A soft whine falls from his lips, clearly not agreeing with your choice of action. He presses his hands down harder, effectively caging you between his arms and his chest.

Well, you were back to square one.

He had a habit of holding you impossibly close when you actually could enjoy each other’s company in the morning: you both usually had to scurry off to work before the other was awake, so there wasn’t really any time for cuddly shenanigans.

“Lex c’mon, gonna prepare breakfast” your words come out a little slurred as your mind was still hazy from your slumber; not that you really cared when your main focus was on how to free yourself from Alex’s tight embrace.

He only grumbles, grip not faltering even by a little.

“Let’s sleep s’me more” he utters, his deep, morning voice being in complete contrast with his childish behavior.

In all honestly, you still felt a little tired (and you didn’t feel it in your heart to say no to him, especially when he was holding you down like this). Two more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt right?

“Just 5 minutes m’kay?” you sigh, closing your tired eyes right back.

He nods.

You definitely slept more than that.

HE COMES BACK FROM A LATE WORK SESSION

You usually tried to stay awake and wait for him, just enough to have a little small talk before drifting to sleep together, except today not only was he taking longer that usual, but you were also feeling very tired.

You struggled, battling against your tired body, yet eventually your eyes felt too heavy to keep open any longer.

Light shuffles and movement around you are what surges you to open them again.

“Shhh, go back to sleep honey” he whispers, before warmth blooms on your forehead as his lips connect to your skin. A sigh of content leaves you whilst Alex peppers your face, and with each new spot he covers you melt more and more in his touch.

Your head rests in his arm, while his other one grabs one of your tights to guide it on top of his own legs. Your hand instinctively lay on his chest and you’re set, ready to bank your 7 daily hours in maximum comfort.

He gives you one last big kiss on your cheek and moves his forehead against yours, his soft breath warming his face. In a normal occasion you would be bothered by that, but you were way too sleepy to do anything about it (plus you couldn’t deny the butterflies that blossomed in your tummy at your closeness).

Before you know it, you both are dozing off, lulled by each other’s comforting presence.

YOU COME BACK LATE FROM WORK

After an exhausting shift, you were finally home. It wasn’t usual for you to come back this late, the clock just having ticked over two three o’clock, but work was work, and you be damned if you lost this one.

You sigh, mindlessly throwing your keys on their place before b-lining for your bedroom; your body had been aching to lay down and forget about all it’s worries ever since you sat down on your car’s seat.

You hurriedly change in your pajamas, trying your best to ignore the cold chills that start running up your arms. Alex had always been a light sleeper, so it doesn’t surprise you to see a half-lidded, drowsy set of eyes looking at you.

He lifts up the blanket with one hand, shivering lightly while pawing the empty spot on front of him with his free hand. You spare no time, swiftly crawling into his waiting arms and sucking up all the warmth you could muster from his body.

It spreads like ink, just beneath your flesh and deep inside your heart.

“Y’re cold” Alex whines weakly, even though he makes no move to shove you away from him whatsoever. As cool as you could be, there was no case scenario that would have him stray from you.

You shuffle your legs around, trying to warm yourself up while he plops his chin on top of your head, running his hand up and down your waist to help you in your objective.

You hug his chest, burring yourself onto him and taking in his sweet scent. He smelled like home.

“I missed you” you mutter, rubbing your head against him.

His answer doesn’t come in the form of a reply, but in a kiss on top of your head. He’s really happy you’re there with him, safe in his arms.

WATCHING TV TOGETHER

You had been eyeing a series for a while, holding yourself back from eating it up in one evening to ask Alex if he could be interested in watching it with you. The last time you two spent some quality time watching tv together was a long time ago, and it was a rewatch of Breaking bad. Yes, again. You honestly had lost count of the many times you ended up sitting trough his favorite episodes before going to bed.

“He have nothing better to watch anyways” he always said, and you swore that if your affection for him was any less you wouldn’t have been able to keep up with his antics.

That man had an obsession and he needed to work on it. Not that the series aren’t a masterpiece, but seeing the same plot in repeat for the fifth time has got you sick of it.

He wasn’t enthusiastic about it at first, giving you the same excuse about how busy he was with streaming and his project, nonetheless after mustering some adorable puppy eyes - and with the use of your incredible charm - he miraculously accepted to give it a chance.

Needless to say he’s enjoying the series more than you.

He had always been like that, he just needs a bit of convincing from time to time. Just a little push.

And there you both stood, his head laid on your lap as your hand gently runs trough his dark locks. As much as people gave him shit for his hair, they were very soft, and you often found yourself playing with it when you didn’t know where to put your hands.

“Can I braid your hair?” you don’t know where that question came from, you just suddenly felt the need to see him with a pretty little braid.

He emits a deep rumble from his chest.

You take it as a yes.

After some time of expertly moving your fingers around, creating a gentle dance between his locks and your digits, you deem your work acceptable.

“Look at me one sec”

He looks up at you, the little braid framing his cute face perfectly.

“You look cute” you laugh, giving him a big smooch on his forehead.

Alex scrunches his nose, not expecting the sudden burst of affection before letting out a small laugh himself.

“You think?” he says, and if his tone isn’t enough for you to pinpoint his cockiness, his poor imitation of the chad face certainly is.

“You’re so stupid” you huff, smacking him lightly on his arm.

“But you looove me” he drawls, hugging your waist and looking up at you with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen him wear.

“Yeah I really should reconsider my judgement skills”

“HEY WTF”

(Would anyone want something similar but with kisses? Let me know ^.^)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #domestic fluff #cute and cuddly #not proofread #I’ll do it tomorrow it’s too late welp

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mystiswords · 1 year

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This should scream “cuddle me”

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xeenastoopider · 7 months

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i need cuddles now!!

#phat ass white girl #thicc babe #onlyfitgirls #18+ only #thick vibes only #onlyf@nz #onlytease #onlyfrenz #cutie w a bootie #cute and cuddly #thick curvy white #curvy girls

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mrscullen777 · 6 months

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I want nothing but cuddles rn.

#very cuddly #cuddling & snuggling #cuddles #cute and cuddly #cuddling #snuggles #cuddling and touching

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loubella77 · 9 months

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johnstamosobsessed · 7 months

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Jessie Katsopolis x reader

Summary: y/n finds out that Jesse REALLY likes it when she plays with his hair

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It’s been a long day at work, with all the rude people and paper work. You where very relieved to be coming home to your husband of not, almost one year, Jesse Katsopolis. He was the sweetest man you’d ever met. As soon as he set his eyes on you he knew that you where the one for him, the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. You unlocked the door and dragged yourself into the house tiredly. Ugh , after a long day all you wanted to do was be in the arms of your sweet lover. You climbed up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. And collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. “Aw, is my love tired?” He asked in a sweet tone, all you could do is nod because you where really tired. “c’mere darling “ he said sweetly before you pulled yourself into his arms sun began to relax once more into his warm, and comforting embrace. You wrap your hands around his neck and began playing with his hair “ohhh” he moaned. That sure woke you up, out of all the reactions you could’ve ran through your head, that would not have been one of them. “Do you like that?” You asked teasingly. “N-no, it just I-uh it fought me off guard” this new side of Jesse was quite cute. You where used to the confident smooth Jesse, and now he was just a flustered mess. “Oh you know you did” you responded to his sorry attempt to play off the situation. You began to play with his hair again, this home messaging his head while you did. “Mmh” Jesse let out a little noise. “Oh you really like this don’t you?” You asked teasingly “okay.” He said now giving up. “Maybe I do like it, but only a little” You giggle before giving him more head rubs. He reminded you of a little kitten, being petted for the first time in forever. “Okay if you get to do that, then I get to do this” he says before ticking you, making you giggle and ask him to stop. Eventually you made a deal, you wouldn’t play with his hair and make him flustered, and he wouldn’t tickle you and make you giggle so hard you couldn’t breath. You began to cuddle in tight as his breathing slowed and you begin to drift into sleep.

Yeah this was defiantly worth the day of work

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I’m looking for more requests for this page,I take anything for John Stamos and his characters, but you can also request other things for my main blog.~

💕💓💞💗💖💕💓💞💗💖💕💓💞💗💖💕

#john stamos #John stamos x reader #jesse katsopolis #uncle jesse #cute and cuddly #in a cuddly mood #tickle scenarios #sleep #playing with hair #flustered

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todayontumblr · 8 months

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#today on tumblr #platypus #perry the platypus #starline the platypus #platypuses #platypus art #chez platypus #animals #trivia #fun fact #silly #squishy #cute and cuddly

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raccocoo · 1 year

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the capybaras in question

#prev post explained #no further words needed #capybara #cutest #animal video #cute and cuddly #cute and soft #cute animals #adorable animals

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itsliterallynobody · 2 months

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I love being the little spoon 🥄

#little spoon #cute and cuddly

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roses-for-rosalyn · 1 year

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okay, I just saw your post asking for ideas and I have one. What about like a fic with Ellie and the reader but Ellie is really over-sensitive/not very comfortable with physical touch because of everything that happened pre-returning to Jackson (David and Fireflies and all that stuff) and she gets so in her head about it.

Basically, touch-starved Ellie whos scared of touch being looked after by gentle and patient reader who helps her through it all. Bonus points for crying Ellie because that girl needs a good cri

Ask and you shall receive!! I actually love this because I too struggle with physical touch and this was very therapeutic. This is sort of just Ellie talking out her feelings with the reader listening, but i have no idea what I'm doing. This is about 19 year old Ellie with a reader at the same age.

word count: 1.6k (sorry I went a little crazy)

content warning: Mentions of assault (nothing explicit or graphic), comfort, a lil bit of cuddling, lil angst, love confession? sort of?, friends to lovers-ish, mildly traumatized reader

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You were a very patient person. Some would say too patient, especially when it came to Ellie. You had lived in Jackson for just a year longer than her and you were both the same age when she arrived. When she first came to Jackson you were relieved you were no longer “The New Girl”. You watched her from afar at first, observing Ellie doing almost exactly what you did when you first arrived: scarfing down food like it was going to run away from her. She consistently flinched at any sudden loud noises, which you could understand, you were the same in that way too, even now. The difference between you two is she came to Jackson with someone, someone clearly very close to her. You had no one when you arrived. Of course you eventually found your people. It's been 6 years, but it was hard.

You were probably the most eager to meet Ellie out of everyone. One day you just sat next to her at lunch and bombarded her with questions. You scared the shit out of her of course, but you were a kid, and you were excited to meet someone who might relate to you a bit more than the kids who grew up in Jackson. She answered some of your questions with one word responses and others she didn’t respond at all. You didn’t let that deter you though, 14 year old you was going to figure her out no matter what.

Five years later you two are pretty close, you don’t know everything about her, but she didn’t know everything about you either so it kept things interesting. Some things would just come up in conversation randomly and you held on to what you learned like it was your lifeline. Eventually you realized your feelings for Ellie might be a little more than friendly, but you never said anything. You never understood your feelings completely so why share them with her? You would just confuse Ellie and mess everything up.

Now you two are sitting on Ellie’s couch watching a movie. You both just got back from patrol and trying to recover from a sort of awkward moment. You and Ellie were running away from a clicker and right as Ellie shot it down you stopped whilst Ellie kept running and you sort of…fell on top of eachother. Ellie landed right on top of you with her chest touching yours and your faces inches apart. Her eyes were wide and she just stared at you for a hot minute before quickly scrambling to her feet. She was really, really quiet after that. You’re not sure if that was exactly why she was acting weird, but nothing else out of the ordinary happened. You two weren’t strangers to a comfortable silence, but this was definitely not comfortable in any definition of the word. The movie credits pop up and you honestly could not recall what it was about, you were completely lost in thought. Brainstorming how to confront Ellie on what happened, you weren’t really mad, just confused. You’re constantly worried if you are crossing a line with Ellie, she can open up to you at times but if you go too far or inquire about the wrong thing she sort of snaps shut. Obviously if anyone was going to understand it would be you. Life outside of Jackson will fuck you up. Like a lot.

You look at Ellie and she’s staring intently at the black screen as if the movie was still on. She’s avoiding looking at you at all costs.

“Ellie?” You say trying to get her attention.

“Yeah?” she responds but keeps her eyes set on the TV.

“This is gonna sound stupid, but are you, like, okay?”

“What do you mean?” she finally turns and looks at you. You can’t read her expression which is not helpful.

“You’ve been weirdly quiet since we got back on patrol and I was just worried I did something wrong or something to upset you. I don’t know I’m realizing I sound kind of stupid now that I’m saying it out loud but I just… I worry about you ya know?” god this sounded so whiny now that you’ve actually blurted it out.

Your confession causes Ellie’s face to soften a little, her face melting into a sort of sad expression.

“Aww you worry about me? Didn’t know you cared that much.” She smiles a little, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. You wait for her to elaborate and she ends up staring into your eyes for a few seconds, deep in thought.

“I’m not mad at you, there’s not much you could do that would make me mad to be honest.” She pauses, takes a breath.

“I just… I get freaked out when people touch me, it’s really dumb. And then I sort of get mad at myself for being weird and I get all in my own head. Most of the time I can’t talk after something like that happens ‘cause I’m just stuck in an endless loop of memories that remind me why I don’t like people getting too close to me. I sort of shut down and I’m sorry about that. It was bitchy.”

You take a moment to formulate a response, it’s impossible to say the perfect thing, but you’d like to try. “It wasn’t bitchy at all, you just had me a little worried. I’m glad you explained it to me. I understand how people touching you can feel like, I don't know… gross.” you laugh dryly. “Just like it sticks on to you in a way where you feel like you need to scrub it off.” You have no idea what Ellie went through that made her feel like this, but you understood. You had gone through something that made you feel similar.

“No one has ever explained it like that before, but yea. It’s fucked up.” you nod “fucked up” doesn’t cover half of it. “I just wish I could like it when people touch me, you know? I know they don’t want to hurt me, but how do I know for sure? I’ve had too many people do fucked up shit because I let them too close to me. I always think that maybe I could have tried harder to stop it.” There are tears forming in her eyes now. You have a feeling she hasn’t talked about this much.

“Sometimes those people, they pop into my head at night and I can’t get rid of them. A little while ago I figured out that if I picture myself beating the ever loving shit out of them I start to calm down. Just enough to sleep, even if it doesn’t last long.” You study Ellie for a moment, she seems a little less tense. She has a tear streaming down her face and you just feel helpless.

“God you have no idea how many times I wanted to touch you.” A sad smile tugs at her lips. “You’re the only person besides Joel I’ve ever gotten sort of close to. Obviously with you it’s different. There’s been so many times I wanted to touch your hand or just sort of be close to you, but I stopped myself.” You’re pretty sure your mouth opened a little from the shock of her confession. She’s felt the same as you? For how long? God how much time have you wasted? You pull yourself together as quickly as possible.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” you ask, genuinely curious. Maybe she felt the same as you. “You could have asked and I would have said yes.” Ellie is the one that looks shocked now.

“I guess I never thought of that.” She laughs, a real laugh this time. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Are you kidding? Yes I would be very, very ok with that.” You pause to think for a second. “You need to be honest with me though and understand that your feelings about not wanting to be touched are perfectly valid. When you need space you tell me and I won’t get mad, promise. If anything I would be mad if I made you uncomfortable.” Ellie looks like she feels a little awkward from your bluntness.

“I adore you.” you say. You watch her face light up as she smiles and laughs a little, her green eyes are a little brighter.

“You have no idea.” She says and she moves to sit closer to you. “I’m exhausted, but I want to try something if that’s ok with you.”

“Ok” You have no idea what she has in mind, but you’d gouge your eye out to make her feel good at this point.

She lays back resting her head on one of the throw pillows on the couch. You stand up giving her room to spread out, you have to admit you’re really confused.

Ellie laughs, “No come here.”

“Like lay there with you?” you ask sounding like a dumbass, but you wanted her to clarify.

“Yes. Come 'ere.”

“Okay...” you have no idea how to approach this but, uh, ok.

You kneel on to the couch and crawl your way awkwardly to Ellie. You put your head on her chest gently and intertwine your legs with hers. You had no idea that being this close to someone could feel good, comfortable even. You can feel the warmth of her body through her t-shirt and you can hear her heartbeat. You could fall asleep in seconds if you wanted to.

“Thank you for this. This is nice. Maybe we can even graduate to holding hands soon.” She says.

“Woah I think that’s getting a little ambitious don’t you?” You both giggle and you can hear it echo through her chest.

You both fall asleep eventually. You don’t know it, but it’s the first good night’s sleep Ellie has gotten in years.

#fluff #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us 2 #comfort #hurt/comfort #cute and cuddly #wlw post #i need therapy

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sonia-hartxoxo · 1 year

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It’s been a while 🍑

#gorgeous #curvy and beautiful #sexy breast #naugty #badbitch #fashion #demon slayer #flashing body #cute and cuddly #bd/sm kink #thicc af #thick hips #$lut

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mrscullen777 · 7 months

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I’m so comfy

#warm and comfy #comfy #very cuddly #cute and cuddly #cuddles

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acupofqueercoffee · 1 year

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“Kisses and Cookie”

Request by @anonymous

Hellooo!! Your writing is really lovely, i was just wondering if you could write lesso comforting her gf who is having... that time of the month, yknow?? Its ok if you dont want to!! Just know that your writing is making a lot of people happy, keep up the amazing work!!

my obsession with alliteration really shines through in this one eh |･ω･)

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Chocolate and cuddles are certainly the cure to cramps that come in crippling currents, although there are several instances of the stellar combination failing to live up to its name. Beyond levelling off the pain, even when they do offer a distraction to take your mind of the awful sensation, chasing it completely away usually transcends their capability.

During such times when you feel as if a hurricane is wreaking havoc on your insides, your saving grace comes in the form of a palm on your pelvis. The owner of which is your wicked lover with a heart so big, and her love for you that seems to know no bounds. She always wears an air of indifference around her as it is her brand, but for you, she always makes an exception.

You are each other’s haven. The condescending cheekiness that is glued onto her face for the better part of the day is replaced by a bright beautiful smile that reflects in her star-kissed eyes, the spine that is kept ramrod-straight from dusk to dawn dissolves into a puddle of touch-starved goo as soon as her tall frame is engulfed in your arms. With her armour stripped bare, she is not Lady Lesso but simply your Leo.

Dressed in nothing but her button down and your underwear, you have, as you always do, welcomed your lover home with a kiss on her lips.

“Thievery is not tolerated in this household, little thief.”

She has murmured, a whisper of a smirk felt on your pulse point as tiny delicate kisses are peppered across your neck and collarbone.

You have only hummed, arms locked around her back, and face silently nuzzling the nook of her neck. When no retorts are returned as expected of her little minx, a palm has cupped your cheek, tilting it back a touch for concerned eyes to examine you.

“You look positively unwell, darling. What’s wrong?”

Pouty-lipped and puppy-eyed, you have told her how ruthless your cramps for this month have been, for even chocolate and cuddles with cookie, a chubby ball of clouds the colour of milk chocolate; a doggo daughter that you and Leo have been parenting together, cannot manage to fend off the pain.

One of your nightly rituals include lounging on the carpet in front of the roaring hearth. With an unruly head of fiery hair on one of your laps and a fluffy head of chocolate fur on the next, your little family of three will be found savouring the moment, simple in appearance but rich in essence.

Tonight as well is no exception, albeit having some adjustments made. Seated on the carpet between the couch and the hearth, you stay locked in your lover’s arms, hips cradled snugly in her thighs, and legs bracketed by hers, long, lean and delightfully toned. In the center of your legs nests chunky little Cookie, content, tongue out, and out like a light.

Even though chocolate and cuddles remain a constant craving during this time of the month, the ultimate cure to cramps is your lover who is not reluctant to shower you with affections. You are convinced at this point that her kisses hold healing properties. It feels as if all sensations of pain and discomfort are banished from your body as soon as soft lips collide with your flesh.

A candle kissed by the flame, you melt once a blossom of kiss is bestowed upon your nape. The sweet blossoms extend towards your shoulder blade, then circles back towards your neck where a butterfly rests upon your fluttering pulse.

Meanwhile, her hand is hidden underneath her shirt which is presently draped over your frame. One of the perks of having a witch as a wife is that you can do without a heating pad. One glow of her fingertip and her hand becomes the very thing. From beneath her palm, which is pressed against your pelvis, pulsate waves of warmness that bleed into your flesh. They feel delightfully pleasant, drowning out the pain until it is but an occasional tinge of discomfort.

“Is my darling girl feeling better?” You feel her query on the shell of your ear, the answer to which is delivered with a gentle press of your lips on her throat. “Mmhm, much.”

“There’s nothing my hands cannot remedy, it seems.”

Her voice, smooth as silver, soft as silk spills shivers down your spine. Still, you act innocent, head collapsing atop your lover’s shoulder to seek her eyes.

“Whatever do you mean? It’s quite obviously the therapeutic effect of watching a sleeping baby.” You glance over at Cookie who at the moment has her thick little limbs facing skyward, her chubby little belly exposed.

“Seeing as my little vixen is back, you really must be feeling better.”

Your wife smiles in that naughty fox-like way, drops it gently atop the tip of your nose, and when soft caresses of her lips turns into playful nibbles, you cannot help but giggle at her antics.

The jostling of your bodies stirs Cookie from her slumber. Your baby, always a ball of bubbling excitement, immediately climbs up your body on her chubby little paws, joining her Mama in bombarding your face with dewy kisses. As if sucked into a vortex, the pain and discomfort vanish, and if they don’t, you can no longer register their presence under the belly-butterfly inducing assaults of your two beloveds.

In the end, the three of you dissolve into a cuddle pile. The two fluffy heads are the first to be tired to sleep, Leo in your arms and Cookie sandwiched snugly between the two of your bodies. You do not know if it is even possible for two entirely different species to look so alike, but they do, charmingly so, and as if to prove your point, both of them start scratching their noses in unison, your wife with her finger and your baby with her little paw. Brimming to bursting with love, you barely contain the urge to squeeze them in your arms, opting instead for dropping a lingering kiss atop each of their velveteen cheeks.

They say that the universe is so unbelievably vast. It may be so for the rest, but personally, you beg to differ. Your universe is but an armful, warm, fluffy, and positively the cure to all.

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here is the floof baby. a newfoundland puppy but when they’re fully grown boy oh boy they literally become a bear 🐻

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