#AND SO COMFTY

[bloodrock-lobster]

LOOK AT HER... LOOK AT OPHELIA!!!

LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL MELTY DOG NOW!!!!

[haruhikamp4]

Cozy☕☃️❄️

[chiosblog]

Look at him...i'm in love

[illholy]

this is just a smol teeny psa, but if you stumble on my other very, very, very low activity blog ( l.aios touden my delirious white man ), know that you are welcome to follow & interact w/ him without interacting - prioritizing judith ( you can even unfollow this blog! ) ⸻ i.e if you're not interested in judith, you do not need to force yourself at all. thank you !

[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

Anyways doodle time

The sleeepeer

Yes its from that one " draw ur comfort characters in the goofy car"

[solar-halos]

i’m coming for another one of yall this mood board monday. this one is for you and me on the rock by @the-sun-and-the-sea

[rider-266]

when you’re lying in bed and you keep throwing up but you really want to draw

the pain

[heartmatic]

they should create an andre i can kiss and hold

[istherewifiinhell]

20-30 min bike ride. [Found a bench sit on cause i were tired] Wah hoo!

I fell. off muh bike 😨

[darkiecat]

eepyyy!

Sorry it took so long to complete the challenge! had so much fun ehe

[the-frog-at-the-bog]

I got a weighted blanket and plushie and let me tell you this shiy is the next best thing sense sliced bread

[oopsiedaisydeer]

i love your tummy

fluff, banter, tummy, affection, physical touch, dad bod supremacy, teasing, body positivity, comfty, squishy, domesticity

word count - 500ish

Matt stretches his arms above his head, the hem of his hoodie riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. You’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, watching him with the lazy sort of affection that comes from knowing someone so well. He’s been going to the gym more lately, not obsessively, but just enough that he’s starting to mention it more.

“I think I wanna get abs,” he announces, dropping his arms and flexing, not in a serious way, more like he’s making fun of himself. He looks over at you expectantly, like he’s waiting for your reaction.

You frown immediately. “No.”

He snorts. “No?”

You shake your head, reaching for the drawstring of his hoodie and giving it a gentle tug. “No abs.”

Matt chuckles, stepping closer until he’s looming over you. “What do you mean ‘no abs’?”

“I love your tummy.” You say it with the utmost sincerity, punctuating your words by poking at his stomach. “It’s soft and warm and perfect. If anything, I think you should lean into the dad bod.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Dad bod?”

You nod solemnly. “You have the potential to achieve what most men can only dream of.”

Matt huffs a laugh, but you can tell he’s secretly pleased by the way his eyes smile. “So you’re saying I should just embrace it?”

“Absolutely.” You grin up at him. “I don’t want you turning into one of those gym guys who refuses to eat pizza because they need to ‘cut.’ That’s not you.”

Matt tilts his head, pretending to consider. “But what if I wanna be ripped? All sharp edges and no softness?”

You gasp, clutching his hoodie dramatically. “Then where am I supposed to rest my head? On a rock-hard wall? No thanks.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re stupid.”

Before he can say anything else, you suddenly grab the hem of his hoodie and lift it, ducking your head underneath and pressing your face against his stomach. His warmth surrounds you, and you hum contentedly, arms slipping around his waist as you fully burrow into him.

Matt freezes. “What are you doing?!”

“Snuggling,” you mumble against his skin, pouting. “Soaking it in while you still have a tummy worth snuggling.”

He groans, but his hands instinctively find your back, rubbing slow, absentminded circles as he lets you cling to him. “Fine. No abs.”

You lift your head slightly, peeking up at him from beneath his hoodie. “Promise?”

He rolls his eyes but nods. “Promise.”

Satisfied, you nuzzle back against his stomach, grinning against his skin. “Good. Now, let’s go get ice cream. My treat.”

Matt groans, but ruffles your hair anyway. “You’re gonna make sure I get the dad bod, huh?”

“Duh,” you say smugly, finally pulling your head out of his hoodie and lacing your fingers with his. “It’ll be a national treasure.”

divider credits to rose !!! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: this fic is for rose, and rose only. i hope u all like it though sdbdsdjk !!!!!! in celebration of her anniversary this week ofc :>

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till next time !!!!!

[lettucedloophole]

just to let you know how touch starved i am. i literally had a dream about a woman stroking my arm

[suiana]

hi hi hii!! I saw your requests are open so may I pleade request for more yandere classmate oneshots/fics/headcanons anything that is a yandere classmate content cause I really love your writing and those yandere classmates hcs/oneshots you wrote♡♡!! if you need me to be more specific here's a suggestion/scenario:3...(that's a bit too specific if you don't mind hehe)

Yandere classmate transfer to reader's school and class. Yandere meets reader and boomshakalala typical yandere scenario where he falls inlove with reader. Yandere finds out that reader is getting backstabbed and bullied by their classmates. Reader is an extrovert and silly but like can't do anything about the bullying so they just ignore their classmates comment. Reader can be gender neutral or fem, whatever feels more comfty for u to write:>>! yan is a male!

Also, if you're in a writer's block, u don't have to force yourself! Also jst ignore this if u don't feel comfty writing this. Take of yourself and sorry if this is a bit too specific or demanding !

xoxo - Anon

hey anon! you just pulled me out of my writers drought so please have this for valentines

Yandere! classmate who's the new kid and is trying to fit in. Right, the average new kid experience. You're not popular, not a loner, just somewhere in between and trying to get by with all the horrors school can throw at you. No one has enough time to bother with others when they have to focus on themselves.

But there is.

You know how there are some people who peaked in highschool that take out their sadness on others? Yeah, that's right. Those people. And he just so happened to walk into one of these sessions.

Some grown ass man pouring milk over- oh, it's you.

Yeah just like how there's the losers who peaked in highschool, there are the popular kids who remain popular throughout their life. Aka you. And he's fallen for you hard.

It all began one fateful day... When he bumped into you while running on 2 hours of sleep and simply passed out because of the force at which he walked right at you. That's right. He fainted from walking into you.

Anyway, when he woke up, he found out that you had dragged him to the nurse's office and had stayed right by his side until he woke up.

How fucking cute.

He was definitely attracted to you. That was for sure, he still could feel it even when he was still woozy. I mean, you were his type from head to toe! Physically at least.

But now you're telling him you stayed by his side and waited patiently by his side until he woke up? You've got him hooked. So he gave you his number, got you to be his friend, and everything else fell in place.

He started noticing you around campus, talking to everyone and socializing like a freaking butterfly. Figures. You were clearly an extrovert and loved being just an absolute sweetheart. Sweet and kind to everyone around you. He would give you the world if you asked for it.

Then, he started noticing the bullying. The whispers, backhanded compliments... Just everything about it enraged him. It's bad enough that people are being mean, it's even worse that they're called your friends. How could they do such a thing to you? You were a blessing to be around! These people should be grateful that you even wanted to befriend them! Hell, they should be grovelling and begging on their knees for even as much as thinking wrong of you!

The worst part of it all?

You don't retaliate. Or rather, you can't. These "friends" of yours are all kids of rich and powerful people. And you? You're just poor old you, unable to talk back in fear of them ruining your reputation and maybe even worse. They could have you removed from the school, falsely accused of a crime... They're scum of the earth and they know it.

He hates them.

He hates them.

That's why he's taken it upon himself to get rid of them! No problem if he isn't as powerful or rich as these... "friends" of yours... Who can fight back when they're dead after all? The dead don't speak, they can't. They're the best type of sinners, people who've dared to lay their filthy hands and words on your beautiful soul.

Of course... He doesn't let you know that. You're too kind for this world. You'd freak out and have a panic attack if he told such a thing to you! You wouldn't understand. He wouldn't want to scare you anyway. You think of him as just another tired student that's your really nice friend. So he's kept all this hidden away.

But right now? When he's faced with this? Milk? On you? While you're just... Forced to take it all?

How can he not act out?

"You think this is funny?"

His hands are on that losers neck in a second, depriving him of any oxygen possible. Damn you, damn you, damn you. This waste of space should just die now. He was even laughing when he was pouring the fucking milk over your head? Unacceptable.

Simply unacceptable.

"You're a fucking loser."

"You smell like piss and shit, did you piss yourself?"

"Not so much of a big guy now, huh?"

This guy's body is larger than him, muscle and veiny all over. Yet... His body was slowly losing... to him? An average joe?

Then he hears it. Your voice.

He gets pulled out of his rage by your voice. Oh... Your sweet, sweet voice. It's like an angel's touch, the warmth of spring after a cold winter. Usually it would be comforting to him, make his heart soar and face warm. Right now though? it's sending nothing but dread through him. Shit, he's exposed himself.

"Uh... Fuck, I didn't mean to-"

He's stammering, bumbling on his words like a fool. No, god no, he's messed up now. You'll surely hate him and think he's a violent creep. You'll never want to talk to him again and-

-You reached out to him and mutter a thanks? For standing up for you? With that smile and gentle hands? What was that? Did you just ask him to release the guy and go on a walk? Was that a date? He hopes it's a date. Ah, it's on valentine's too. Do you like him? Is this a sign? He's not overthinking it right?

...

Ah.

He's so cooked.

[eternalmoonprincess]

this bed looks so comfty♡ I wish I can curl up & rest in it,,

[spring-rol1]

John won't say it, but he lovessssss being spoiled on his birthday.

The food

His wife

His mates gathered around

so on and so forth.

A simple party was thrown at the Price's household with only you, John, Kate, and her wife, and the rest of 141 were invited. All gathered around the dinner table eating and sipping wine. Before he knew it, the party was already over and people said their goodbyes and last 'happy birthdays'

So now his favourite part.

Gifts and dessert.

And both combo comes in one in the form of his dearly beloved wife.

•••

Here he is, lying down the bed, catching his breath. You are on top doing the same after riding his soul out of your body. As you breath, you watch as John readjust the pillow under his head. Fluffing it out and making himself comfty

You yelp as he tried moving you closer to his face by grabbing your hips.

"John.... We never tried this yet. What if I-"

"Don't give me bullshit love, come on, sit."

You try to ignore his beautiful puppy dog eyes and still relented.

"But John! I can't, you'll break yo-"

"Who's the birthday boy."

".... What?"

"Who's the birthday boy."

"Y-you..?"

"atta love. Now get on it."

You bit your lip in contemplation, the idea always visits your brain 'cus why wouldn't it? John's face always seemed ride-able.

But the thought of actually doing it scared you. You've seen stories online of partners accidentally crushing their partner by accident, and you sure as hell don't wanna do it to John.

But trying won't hurt right?

You light gasp as you feel John's tongue licking a stripe arcross and your eyes automatically looking down to see John's closed and savoring the moment.

But it wasn't enough.

"No hoverin' love... Come on. Sit."

He didn't wait for you to move since his hands grabbed your hips, pushed you closer to his face, your thighs enclosing around him, making him groan in satisfaction.

You yelp, feeling John's euthiastic slurps and groans as he devours with all his might. You couldn't help it anymore as your hips started grinding on his face and your clit sliding against his nose giving you the perfect friction.

"J-John! Ffuck-"

Your hands automatically hold the headboard as you continually grind on his face, quickly reaching your peak as you were still sensitive from the last round.

"J-John- Im- im...."

You couldn't speak anymore as your brain slushed around your head, and you gushed all over his face, leaving John to desperately lick more to not waste anything.

He gently helps you lift off as you two catch your breath again, John more likely.

"Happy birthday, John" you smile

"Happy indeed.."