#cuddle

[shakespearian-love]

Staying right here with you ❦

[deloveusion]

a hot makeout session with lots of cuddles and kisses would solve all my problems right now

[sweetprixncess]

Wanna cuddle with someone, nothing sexual just want some intimate cuddles and affection 😔😋

[thimblozz]

Crowley is a big cuddler..🤭

[landflman2]

[ilovefictionmen]

He likes snuggling them 🍒

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Having a clingy and touchy bf is one of the nicest things to have in life, like they just go clingy for no reason and act like needy babies wanting milk from their mothers.

That's....that's how my boyfriend is.

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Sitting on the couch as usual, casually scrolling through my phone waiting for my boyfriend or should I say Gojo Satoru to come home from his work. This isn't much like my usual day. I'm on my day off right now.

FOR THE FIRST TIME.

I finally managed to escape the chaos of missions, paperwork, and nonsense for one single, glorious day. And all I wanted was to relax. Maybe sip something warm, wrap myself in my favourite blanket, and just chill.

But of course, the quiet didn't last.

Click.

The door unlocked.

Then—

"Babyyyyy I'm hoooome!" The door flew open like a dramatic movie entrance, and in came Gojo, still in uniform, blindfold pushed up to his forehead, hair messier than usual. His grin was wide, already dialed to full chaos energy. Barely looking up too engrossed with my phone, I greeted him back " heyyy you're home "

He didn't even take off his shoes properly—just kicked them off mid-run and launched himself onto the couch like a man on a mission.

And that mission?

My boobs.

With zero shame or hesitation, he landed half on top of me, arms wrapping around my torso, head nuzzling directly into my chest like it was his god-given right.

“There we go… home sweet home,” he mumbled, voice muffled against my skin. I stared down at him, phone forgotten in my hand. “Satoru. Seriously?”

“Shhh.” He sighed dramatically, sinking deeper into my chest like a man starved of comfort. “Let me live. I’ve been in hell all day. I was thinking about this moment since like… 11 a.m.”

“This moment—where you’re using my tits as your personal pillow?” He tilted his head just enough to look up at me, lips curled into that smug little smirk. “Don’t act like you’re not flattered.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet you let me do this every time.” I should’ve pushed him off. Should’ve at least protested. But instead… my fingers slowly combed through his hair, soft and silky as always, and I felt his body melt into mine even more. “You know,” he said lazily, voice thick with comfort, “I don’t need a bed. I just need you. Right here. Like this.”

“…On my day off?” I teased.

“Exactly. I’m doing you a favor. Cuddles are scientifically proven to reduce stress. Especially boob cuddles. It’s in a journal somewhere.”

I snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re perfect,” he said, already half-asleep, breath warm against my girlies. I sighed… but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. As annoying as he was, as clingy and dramatic and boob-obsessed—he was also my safe place. There was a long pause for a while then he started talking again. "Baby.." his voice muffled against my chest as I continued to play with his hair. I hummed in response waiting for him to speak again. He slowly lifted his head up, face flushed as if he had just got out of heaven. " I'm unstable right now.."

I frowned, wondering, "How come? You forgot your phone in Jujutsu high again, didn't you? " he shook his head, which made me frown even more and wonder. "That's not the point, " he said before lifting his hand in front of me. "May I… access the chest of comfort?”

"The what??? " I blinked, a new emotion was painted all over my face.

“You know… ‘le sacred pillows’. The comfort twins. The divine squishies. Your god-given emotional reset buttons. "

I just stared at him. That made him pout and frown “Boobs, baby. I wanna hold your boobs.” He wiggled his fingers in front of me while grinning like a kid but before I could say anything—I just breathed actually. He launched his head down against my boobs while his other hand grabbed the left one as if it were his stress ball. He’d grope softly, rhythmically. Not even in a horny way—more like a guy using squishies to find inner peace. “You’re like a walking anxiety diffuser,” he mumbled once, cheek squished against my chest.

I blinked down at the grown man currently suctioned to my chest like a sleepy barnacle. “Satoru—” I spoke but he shushed me off

“Shh. You’re working your magic.”

“I didn’t do anything.” I sighed

“Exactly,” he sighed, snuggling deeper.

“You just exist. That’s the power.”

His fingers resumed their slow, absentminded rhythm — like a man kneading dough that held the secrets to world peace. I just sat there, slightly frozen, slightly defeated, one hand awkwardly resting on his snow-white hair.

“You know,” I said dryly, “most people decompress with bubble baths or herbal tea to ease their minds.”

“Lame,” he said, voice muffled.

“Bubble tea, maybe. But herbal? Not even close to a boob.” I swatted his head lightly. He pouted harder — like a cat being denied its favourite nap spot. He peeked up at me with those big baby blues. “I just fought three cursed spirits, almost lost an arm, and spent an hour talking to Gakuganji. I’m this close to losing it. Let me have this.”

I sighed still playing with his hair

“You act like this is therapy.”

“It is.” he giggled

“You act like I’m a cure.” I said swirling the strands of his hair now.

He looked up at me, dead serious now.

“You are.” he said in a soft tone.

And just like that, my heart did a stupid thing. A stupid, fluttery, “ I’m dating the strongest sorcerer but also a clingy golden retriever” thing.

So I relaxed myself into the couch and let him settle in, his head tucked neatly against my chest, arms loosely wrapped around my waist like I was his anchor to this planet.

“You smell good,” he mumbled again.

“I took a shower.”

“I love hygiene. Makes boob time elite.” he squeezed my boob again 3 times.

There was a long pause. Then—

“Hey.” he said voice muffled

“Hm?” I tilted my head a bit

“Do you think if we ever have kids, I’ll have to share boob privileges with our kids?”

I laughed so hard I choked on my own breath.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m honest.” he finally looked up at me

“You’re possessive.”

“I’m in love,” he corrected, smug. “And stress management is a critical part of adult health.” He then kissed the top of my boob like it was a sacred relic, curled tighter around me, and whispered:

“Thank you for your service.”

He finally went quiet — fully relaxed, safe, tucked into the only place he ever let his guard down. And I… held him.

Because no one else got this version of him. The sleepy, whiny, needy version who turned into a human octopus when he needed comfort. Who whispered “I love you” between sighs and kisses against my chest like it was his holy place.

This man had the entire world on his shoulders.

But when he was here, in my arms, he let it go.

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Guys, it's my first time posting here so bear with me :-( YOU CAN RECOMMEND GUYS IF YOU LIKE but I also have some of my stories here that I'll be publishing soon since school is not yet starting....ALL OF THIS ARE JUST CANON AND FICTION. If you feel uncomfortable then leave ;-) lolz LOVELOTS mwa

[shakespearian-love]

Lost in the moment with you ❦

[inky-sun]

in need (and craving) of cuddles

[nicofitz]

Let me be very clear:

When I say I want in her bed, I don't mean for sex. I mean for sleeping with her. And not "sleeping with her" aka sex.

ACTUALLY sleeping!

Cuddled up and cozy. Resting together.

[willtheking39]

When Jegulus first stated dating

James would turn the AC on really high in his apartment when Reg came over so he would cuddle him

[urban-but-luxury-2]

me and who

[lifewithdedee]

Petting You

[christmasxmas]

[orhotoky]

Eeveelutions Cuddling! 🎶🎹🤗

[landflman2]