#cuddle buddy!

[kelisewrites]

cuddlebuddy!bakugou who will take any and every opportunity to be near you??

bakugou has always been observant, so it’s not even worth pretending like you’re not freezing.

he notices immediately how you began shivering a little.

“shits annoying.”

“huh?” you turn to him.

“pretendin’ like you ain’t cold,” he mutters. “just c’mere already”

you were hesitant, but then you sat yourself next to him as you felt his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

from then on, it became a habit. routine, almost. whenever katsuki was even a foot away from you it became natural for you to be in his arms.

you’re in bakugou’s dorm, trying to study. your legs are hung over the edge of his bed and he’s sat behind you on the bed, his back to the wall.

it was already pretty late, and you were sure you had read the same paragraph over a thousand times and you swear you can feel his eyes burning into you.

“you’re gonna fuck your back up if ya keep sittin’ like that,”

“im fine,” you tell him simply, not even turning to look at him as you try to refocus on your work.

you feel his weight shift behind you, and you look over your shoulder to see that bakugou has slightly parted his legs and now has his arms rested along his thighs.

you bite back a smile, knowing what he wanted without saying it directly. he didn’t have to.

he watches as you scoot back towards him, sitting yourself right down your spot. your back was pressed against his chest, and instinctively, his arms were already firm around your waist.

you could feel bakugou rubbing little circles into your skip up underneath your shirt, trying to get you to relax a little.

you glance down at your notes again in your lap, trying to pick up where you left off.

heat crawled up your neck as you could literally feel bakugou’s breathing near your ear, as he was looking at what you had been working on for so long.

“these are the wrong notes, dumbass.” he leans in closer, his chin brushing your shoulder.

you blink. “what?”

“look,” he points— “this is the wrong page. no wonder you’ve been staring at the same thing for so long.”

“ohhhh! ugh!” you huff, feeling a little dumb and still frustrated.

you feel his smirk grow on your shoulder. you shove him slightly and smile, giving him a playful glare. “and you didn’t wanna tell me before?”

“could’ve just asked for help, idiot. here, i’ll walk you through this next part.”

[captainpriceslilwife]

something silly with our boy simon because i don't write anything for him literally ever heehee! (Also I saw a work abt Price and a djungelskog that probably inspired this wrinkle in my brain, but i cannot for the life of me find it - pls let me know if you know it so i can tag for inspo!!!)

"The fuck is tha'?"

He just wanted to lie down with his girl. That's all he wanted.

Familiarity. After being gone for over a month, he's been craving a moment of peace with his sweet girlfriend. In his bed. With his sheets. And his pillow that's got his head practically etched into it from how long he's had it.

But there it is - a new fixture - right smack in the middle of his bed.

A bloody teddy bear. And a big one, at that.

"Djungelskog" You say with a proud smile, placing your hands on your hips like you haven't been completely betraying him for the past five weeks.

"Gasundheit. Now answer my question."

"His name is djungelskog."

Simon's eyebrows raise to his forehead as he glances between you and the brown blob taking up nearly half of his bed. "His? It's a bloody he?"

And you - you seem absolutely chuffed at his displeased expression. "Are you jealous?"

"Of an obese teddy bear? Please. His head is too small for his body." He punctuates his words by smacking the bear's head back unceremoniously, pulling a discontented squeak from you as you move to fix it. "Looks like a fuckin' idiot."

"He does not!"

"Stupid fuckin' name, too."

"Cut it out!" Your defense of the thing only makes him brood even more - and he's starting to look more and more like the bear himself with his hunched shoulders and bowed head - not that you'd ever tell him that. Not out loud anyway. "He is the only reason I haven't absolutely lost my mind from loneliness while you're halfway across the world, so I'm sure he would appreciate a thank you."

"Thanks." He mumbles coldly as he picks it up out of your hands and tosses him on the floor - leaving you slack-jawed and horrified. He just shrugs his shoulders, trying to steer you back towards the bed as he steps over the flaccid bear that's now sprawled out on the carpet. "Don't need 'im anymore, love. I'm here now."

"...Djungy..." You murmur quietly - a soft coo that makes Simon roll his eyes in annoyance. You came up with a bloody nickname for him, too? While he was off fighting terrorists? He can't help but scoff softly as you shimmy out of his grip to bend down and pick it back up again, giving him a disapproving look before you begin dusting him off carefully. "Don't put him on the floor, Simon."

"Fuck's sake, love. I want to lie down in my own bed."

"We can all fit!"

And now here he is - spooning you from behind while you cuddled up to junglesmog or whatever his name was.

You're sound asleep, sandwiched between your two boys without a worry in the world to ruin your peace. But Simon? Simon is glaring daggers over at that overstuffed piece of Swedish fluff.

Was he being dramatic? Probably.

But the way you cling to it so tightly is making his chest ache. He understands that you were lonely without him - probably missing him more than he could ever imagine. But he's here now...so why the hell are you still snuggled up to that thing?

Ever so slowly, he loosens your grip on the bear as carefully as he can, but you still whimper softly in your sleep when he pushes it away (a bit more aggressively than he needed to, but hey, it's not like you're awake to see). You shift around uncomfortably - actively seeking out the comfort that Simon had so rudely taken away from you - and he decides to take his opportunity to flip you over gently to face him.

Your arms immediately circle around him, and he lets out a breath when you begin to nuzzle your face into his neck and settle back down. Fucking finally.

"There she is..." He whispers softly as he presses a gentle kiss to your hairline, making you hum quietly in your sleep. "...there's my girl."

And he can finally fall asleep now that he's gotten that damn bear out of the way and you safely tucked into him - wrapped up in his arms.

Where you belong.

[whattamanza]

the front of your knee against the back of mine

1 of 2 buddie spoon drawings, here’s little spoon eddie!

this was initially meant to be a wholesome set of drawings and then i completely Manza’ed everything and made it horny

i’m not sorry

i’ve been wanting to incorporate more hard and soft edges into my shading/rendering, soooo this is that

[dcxdpdabbles]

#holiday request Sorry, it's me again! I't just that I really, really love your writing and I forgot to mention "Alley boyfriends" and "Alfred's Boy". If you could update either of those I would be very grateful <3 <3 <3

The first sign that something is wrong is finding Damian with a bow and arrow in the tallest room at Wayne Manor. Or, more specifically, seeing the boy aiming the arrow out the window in the direction of Dick and Danny cuddling in a backyard hammock.

Thankfully, he had been fast enough to snatch the arrow from the air before it went anywhere near the cuddling duo. Damian insisted he wasn't aiming for either of them- just the strings holding the hammock up.

The reason? Dick had gone over the agreed-upon cuddle time, and Damian wanted to make him stop. Bruce knew it was just because he was jealous.

Bruce had seen his youngest making doe eyes at Danny earlier that morning while the boy was doing his daily chores. He's been more energetic since Wes left and was willing to share his half-human status with the Wayne household after a talk with Alfred.

All of his children took the news well. They had many teammates who weren't human, but Bruce could tell Danny was still afraid to tell them the truth. Despite the many times Danny provided support in the Batcave and knew of said teammates, he still feared that he would be the exception to their acceptance.

It seemed his parents had left more prominent scars than Danny had been willing to show.

After a brief but vague- Alfred made it a point that his contact did not want Danny stating what he was until it was safe to do so- the Waynes got the gist that Danny needed cuddles.

Almost all his youngest had quickly offered their services, but Alfred and Bruce stopped it. The two men created a cuddling schedule, like a meal plan, to help Danny regain a healthier state, along with the few older ones, excluding Jason.

His second eldest had been highly offended to not be on the schedule, but Alfred calmed him with a whisper. "Think about how hilarious this will be to watch?" Jason had returned to his romance novel, cackling like a loon.

He was easy to manipulate.

Alfred forbade Bruce from telling Jason about Danny's slight crush. The reason was that Clockwork had already spoken to Alfred about it being a passing fancy, and it was safer for Danny's kind to not be rejected until later. Bruce burned with many questions, but he would never dare investigate Alfred or his affairs.

He respected him too much.

Now, if only his kids would behave.

"Damian Wayne, we do not shoot arrows at our siblings." Bruce scolds, wagging a finger at the boy's pouting face.

"But you let Drake throw a spoon at Girl Row!" Damian whines, crossing his arms. In moments like this, Bruce is violently reminded that for all his advanced vocabulary and intelligence, his son is still a fourteen-year-old teenager who could act childish.

"I did not let Tim do anything. He's ground for throwing things at Harper." Bruce sighs, rubbing his right temple. A pounding headache was starting to build up there. "Just because she came to watch Danny's cooking lesson with Tim and Cullen and chose to give Danny a quick snack with her hug does not mean Tim had a right to throw utensils."

"It wasn't even aimed at her head," Tim mutters from the hallway. His punishment for his behavior was that he was to stay within the six feet radius of Bruce. It was the only surefire way to ensure Tim wasn't up to something, like working on case work or plotting to overthrow a small government.

Bruce would break out the kid's leash if he tried to run again.

It was hilarious when Tim was thirteen, and the kid leash still had the same threat level at seventeen as it did then.

"That's another week," Bruce tells him.

"What!? I didn't even do anything!"

"Two weeks."

"Come on!"

"Three weeks." Bruce drawls, which causes Damian to smile until his father looks him in the eye. "I don't know why you seem too amused. You're grown for two weeks as well, young man."

Damian throws his arms up, wisely keeping his mouth shut as he steps with Tim. Now Bruce had two kids he couldn't let out of his sight, and they did something crazy. He marches them out of the room towards his office, where he plans on getting some work done and putting them both to do some extra class studying.

They pass by Jason, who looks like the cat that got the cream at their obvious grounding. He waves a couple of tickets in the air. "It seems like you brats are grounded. Too bad, I was about to invite you to show at the planetarium."

"Why would I waste my time there?" Damian scoffs as Tim glares. Bruce feels his headache growing stronger as Jason smugly proclaims.

"Danny is a huge star nerd. He was excited to finally see the show now that he was feeling better. He wanted us all to go together, but you'll have to miss it since you're still getting grounded at your age." Jason mocks, walking away while shaking his head. Bruce has only a few seconds to wonder why his second is like this, and then Tim and Damian explode with pleas to let them join the rest of the children.

He stays firm in their punishment, but he honestly doesn't feel safe by the way the two, right in front of him, start putting their difference aside and communicate with mere glances a plan of escape. Bruce wishes their corporation wouldn't come at the expense of his sanity.

He glances out the window, watching Dick and Danny talk, and it hits him suddenly that Dick is making that face he usually reserves for staring at baby ducks and baby elephants. His eldest was forming a deeper bond with the boy, which could mean several things, but the center of it all was what made him such a good leader.

Dick was breaching the walls Danny had built so strongly around him.

By tonight, Bruce would not be surprised if Dick started calling Danny his little brother. Coupled with the effort Jason put in to get Danny out of the house and around more people, the boy was healing in a way he so desperately needed.

He was so proud of them. Bruce is so glad the kids allowed him into their lives in moments like these. They saved him more times than he counted, and he does not, meanwhile, being Batman.

The kids saved Bruce Wayne, and he hopes they will save Danny Fenton similarly if the younger boy allows it. Not just because he's Alfred's boy but because he is a Wayne in a different shade.

Danny's face lights up with a smile, looking far more alive than ever before, and Bruce's eyes soften. Then they harden when he spots Steph creeping closer to the hammock from behind some bushes, a garden hose in her hand.

"No! No, no!" He shouts, running down the hallway with Tim and Damian behind. "Don't even think about it, young lady!"

[bronze-and-silver-keys]

Some danganrumple doodles from tonight. The eepy duo

[rainscenes]

3.16 › The One That Got Away 4.06 › Jinx 🐈

[sloasis]

I miss THEM SO MUCH .

[milkcioccolato]

Big Brother Maul had no chance to escape, poor boy! Little Soka’s attack was way too powerful and efficient💪🏻😌

[daranatsus]

How about Mirabelle and Siffrin reading together?

Sleepy late night monster novel talk

[cherry-mash]

art for @zethsdumpster 's AU of Ichiji and Ace being boyfriends, working in a spooooky National Park and being cat owners~! (art here and fic via tumblr here and ao3 here!) idk i thought it'd be really funny if kotatsu was an ACTUAL lynx, then with the supernatural element thought OOOOOh that could be even more fun! as an aside, i did way too much research on lynxs (not complaining) so this is specifically a Canadian Lynx (sliiiiightly bigger in this drawing than irl probably) while I believe OP kotatsu is more than likely a Eurasion Lynx with his gold coloring... if anybody else cared

[mypastnow]

[2isted-chocol8-art]

Little moments

-> More Outer Wilds Art!

[moonsart]

Moment of peace

(Close up undercut)

[whattamanza]

to bask in the warmth of your sunlight

trying a new painterly rendering style!

the text was inspired from this fic. i already had this WIP drawn, but when i read this fic, it was almost exactly the same as what i had already drawn, so i got permission from the writer to incorporate a line from the fic.

[chrissy-kaos]

Cuddle buddy wanted for cold winter nights..

Platonic or romantic, must be fluffy, warm and willing to be the big spoon!

Please fill out and submit your application 😜

[xxnori-dorixx]

Cuddling together<3

(A little messy sketch hehe)