#prompt: cuddles

[bouncehousedemons]

Dawn Frost

My entry for day seven of @vikingsevents Valentine's week prompts. Day seven is cuddles.

Pairing: Floki x Helga Warnings: None, all fluff Word count: ~300

Helga shivers, the chill that accompanies the break of dawn rousing her from her slumber. The fire burned out in the middle of the night and she can see her breath as it puffs in smoky tendrils into the air.

She is about to shift from beneath the furs to relight the flame, when long, lithe arms wrap themselves around her from behind, pulling her taut against a solid chest.

Helga smiles, relaxing back against Floki as he hugs her tight to him. He nuzzles into the long flaxen hair that falls across her neck and shoulders. After a few moments, when she notices the change in his breathing, she realises he has fallen back to sleep.

She shifts in his arms, turning to face him.

He looks so peaceful like this. His face is relaxed, the worry lines that are usually etched deep into his face don't look so prominent. His mind is at rest and untroubled.

Helga takes a moment to trace her fingers across Floki's features, admiring the sharpness of his nose and the prominence of his cheekbones beneath her fingertips. Floki's lips turn upwards into a slight smile at the feel of her touch.

The warmth of her husband pressed against her leaves all thoughts of tending to the fire forgotten and Helga nestles into Floki's chest. Wandering hands travel their way across wiry muscle and Floki lets out a contented sigh at her exploration.

It is rare that Helga simply gets to enjoy his presence in such a tranquil, unhurried manner. The quiet tenderness of the moment lulls her back to sleep, and as her eyes flutter closed she feels Floki pull her yet tighter still to his body, keeping her safe and warm.

[therealvikingstrash]

I combined the sixth and seventh prompt Hand-Holding and Cuddles of @vikingsevents Valentine's Week for this fic. And it is absolutely self-induglent Hvitserk/Ubbe. DD;DNE warning, incest and smut. I am so damn late with this omg. (2,3k fic under the cut)

Meat sizzling and pot blubbering distracted Ubbe enough that he only noticed Hvitserk used his non-dominant hand when he stole some of the salad for a second time. “When c’we eat?” his younger brother said around his mouthful of carrot before poking Ubbe for attention when he didn’t get his answer fast enough. 

Ubbe shrugged and made a non-committal sound. It was always a feeling rather than an exact duration. “What happened to your hand?” he asked instead and spared Hvitserk look out of the corner of his eye. His brother was rubbing his hand in an effort to relieve the pain he evidently had. Hvitserk grumbled and stole a piece of cucumber, unwilling to answer. “Show me.” Ubbe demanded and gave his younger brother his full attention once he turned the heat down of the pan and pot. He held his hand out for Hvitserk to lay his own into its palm. 

On first glance it didn’t look bruised or cut and Ubbe sighed quietly in relief. With Hvitserk, everything was possible when it came to bruises though. No visible explanation for his pain could still mean one of his bones was broken. His brother was curling his fingers slightly inwards and Ubbe carefully palpated his palm and fingers. “Nothing’s broken,” he said under his breath and gave Hvitserk a questioning grunt to prompt him into talking while he tentatively massaged what felt like a hardened thenar muscle. 

He was stroking it out, putting a bit more force into it before lightening his pressure towards the tips of his fingers when Hvitserk inhaled sharply and held his breath. Ubbe waited for him to speak, keeping his brother’s hand in his palm. “Freydis asked me to help her,” Hvitserk finally brought out. “Why does she have so many friends?” he whined. “I offered to do something important, that’s on me, but she made me write all the invitations for her and Ivar’s wedding next week.” Hvitserk sighed.

“Your handwriting is shit though,” Ubbe remarked deadpan. He earned a disgruntled hum in agreement. 

Hvitserk tested out how much he could move his fingers without the excruciating pain shooting through his hand and arm and Ubbe made him stop immediately, knowing it wouldn’t help any. “It sure didn’t get any better with each invitation.” his brother caught his gaze and for a moment they were looking at each other silently before Hvitserk snorted and instantly broke out into laughter when he saw how much Ubbe tried not to smile. “But Ivar insisted and Freydis was nice for a change– I think it’s hormones, the baby is making her all emotionally mushy.” Hvitserk told him and hissed when Ubbe found a particularly bad knot to massage out. He was biting his lower lip thoughtfully as he watched Ubbe’s fingers work. 

In between the massage, Ubbe got the Aconite oil to really knead the pain out of Hvitserk’s hand. A nice side effect would be that his brother’s perpetually dry hands would get some moisture for once. Although, Ubbe would need to work on the other palm as well to have an even result. 

His brother sighed, “You have nice hands,” he said, causing Ubbe to stop digging his thumbs into Hvitserk’s palm. He was waiting for an addition to his weird statement, but his brother just turned his attention to the stove. “Is it supposed to make that bubbling sound?” he asked and it was clear he knew the answer to that already. Ubbe could feel his brother’s eyes on him as he moved to the stove to check. 

While he tended to their dinner after ridding himself of the slippery liquid, Hvitserk let himself fall into a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing at his oily hands. “It smells like medicine,” he commented with a sniff for good measure. 

“Man, do I have news for you…” Ubbe joked and looked over his shoulder to give his brother a brilliant smile. He was snickering to himself as he stirred the pot when he noticed his brother was moving around the kitchen again. Ubbe didn’t even get the chance to look around for Hvitserk’s whereabouts, when two strong arms winded around his waist and pulled him against his brother’s chest. 

Hvitserk loved bodily contact of all sorts, but his favorite would be to snuggle up to Ubbe and push his nose into the hair at his neck. “I have an idea,” his younger brother said impishly, alerting Ubbe of possible mischief in the future. “My neck hurts too and you haven’t given me a proper rub down in so long.” Hvitserk was basically pouting around the last words. His brother’s hands got a hold of Ubbe’s shirt at the front, smearing the excess oil all over its middle. 

When Ubbe looked up, he could see part of Hvitserk behind him in the reflection of the cooker hood, gazing over his shoulder and straight at him. “What’s in it for me?” Ubbe replied, noticing how tall Hvitserk had gotten over the years. They used to be the same height for the longest time, but somewhere in his twenties Hvitserk had shot up just the tiniest bit more. To Ubbe’s dismay he constantly hunched his back to appear smaller. Or perhaps nonthreatening, although the people he’d want to make believe he wasn’t a problem would surely already know that he was. “You’ll get the dishes after dinner?” he suggested and leaned back a little when Hvitserk’s lips brushed lightly against the crook of his neck. “That a yes?”

Hvitserk hummed thoughtfully and bit into Ubbe’s shoulder, “Maybe.”

In the end his brother had done the dishes quicker than ever before and Ubbe made a mental note to check them before putting them back into their cupboards. He hadn’t even prepared everything correctly when Hvitserk came into the bedroom, his shirt already halfway off and soon hitting the floor. 

“A proper one, remember?” his brother recounted; wiggling out of his skinny jeans. Ubbe rolled his eyes and draped the big towel onto their duvet for coverage. He really didn’t want any oil stains on his bedding. Hvitserk would probably find a way to stain them anyways. 

Only clad in his boxer briefs, Hvitserk lay down on his stomach and Ubbe immediately pulled at the fabric. “You’ll take them off anyways,” he remarked and then went to open the bottle of massage oil as he kept an eye on his brother wiggling out of the briefs. Him with his long legs was a sight to behold as he awkwardly moved around on his stomach instead of getting up. Ubbe suppressed a snort and then told Hvitserk to lay down flat when the briefs hit the floor. He generously spread the oil on his brother, watching him arch his back as it slowly dripped down Hvitserk’s spine. 

The moment he touched him to get his brother’s back evenly oily and easy to knead, Hvitserk groaned. “I haven’t even started and you already sound like you’re being fucked.” Ubbe scoffed playfully, squeezing his brother’s sides just because. Again, he moved all the way up, his palms flat against Hvitserk’s skin. 

“You should know,” his brother mumbled into his pillow, muffling the laugh that escaped him when Ubbe poked the right spot. “Please be serious.” Hvitserk demanded, knowing full well that he had no leg to stand on when it came to that. Ubbe sighed and continued his work, kneading Hvitserk like dough and pulling the sweetest sounds from him. “Ah, fuck!” he exclaimed when Ubbe found the worst offender of Hvitserk’s pain, right between his shoulders. 

Methodically moving his knuckles over it to loosen Hvitserk’s muscles, Ubbe shushed him under his breath before he moved on to his brother’s arms, adding more oil as he went. By now Hvitserk’s skin was shiny and slippery and Ubbe could see his brother’s relaxed face when he stroked his left arm down to his fingertips. He had to climb over his brother to get to the other side and heard him gasp when the fabric of his sweatpants ghosted over his backside. “Don’t get too excited.” Ubbe told him and then kneaded down Hvitserk’s right arm. 

He was just contemplating to leave it at that, but then decided to do his brother’s legs as well. Although, he’d take a wide berth around his feet. Hvitserk hadn’t showered yet and as far as Ubbe knew, he’d worn his ugly trainers the whole day. Absolute hazards of their own, but deadly when combined with Hvitserk’s feet. 

There was a muffled giggle coming from his brother when he dripped more oil on the back of Hvitserk’s legs. The day his brother would be able to take any situation seriously was the day Ubbe would grow wings and fly. “You better not fart,” Ubbe said jokingly, since the mood was ruined, then he started working on the back of Hvitserk’s thigh and down to his calf. There was a disgruntled noise coming from Hvitserk, but it stayed fart-free which was a win in Ubbe’s book. He’d almost been convinced his brother would do it on purpose. 

Half bitten grunts turned into sex noises the moment Ubbe slid his hands up his brother’s leg again, kneading the spot where his butt met his thigh. “When I’m done with the other leg, you can turn around.” he told him, but got no response. Even a playful slap of Hvitserk’s butt didn’t give him an answer. It resulted in Ubbe simply continuing to massage the oil into his brother’s skin, smiling when there was a strangled sound coming from below. “You okay?” he asked with a smirk, well aware of what was happening. Hvitserk had moved his arms from the side and was now hugging his pillow. Effectively ruining the bedding as Ubbe predicted. 

“‘M fine,” Hvitserk replied just as Ubbe decided to hover above him, sliding his hands up Hvitserk’s back, over his shoulders and to his wrists to ultimately link their hands. Ubbe was slightly leaning on his brother, but tried to keep most of his weight off. When Hvitserk hummed in question, Ubbe placed a kiss against his brother’s ear. His clothes were ruined already so he pushed his crotch against Hvitserk’s pert little ass. “Thought I was supposed to turn around?” his younger brother asked, eyes still closed like he was soaking up every second of this. 

“Do you want to?” Ubbe asked, his voice deeper than usual and he could feel Hvitserk shiver underneath him. His brother was giving it an honest thought before he pushed his backside against Ubbe. “I could massage your front as well, give you a proper rub down.” He teased, biting Hvitserk’s earlobe, knowing exactly that it caused him to feel torn. A minute went by before his brother told him he wanted to stay this way for now– too relaxed to move, he added impishly. 

Ubbe decided to continue to caress his brother with firm long strokes, sitting up as he went. Eventually Hvitserk turned underneath him, putting his erection on display. It looked like it yearned to be touched, so Ubbe started to spread more oil on Hvitserk. Everywhere but his strained cock. 

His brother whined and pushed his hips up to get Ubbe’s attention and ready to touch himself when Ubbe got up. “Spread your legs,” he told him and when his younger brother complied, he made himself comfortable in the spot between them. Ubbe slowly stroked Hvitserk’s thighs, getting closer to his brother’s crotch with each back and forth movement. More oil left Hvitserk’s skin so slippery that Ubbe finally touching his cock could’ve been an accident. It wasn’t though. 

Purposely stroking up Hvitserk’s shaft with one hand, while the other took residence at the base, thumb fleetingly touching his brother’s balls. The oil caused the coarse hair to separate into defined curls and Ubbe liked this look. He moved his hand up and down a few times before switching to the other one. With his palm he oiled up Hvitserk’s cockhead in slow and well-measured movements. Earning a drawn out moan from his brother, his head thrown back into the pillow and his mouth shamelessly open. It gave Ubbe some other ideas, but for now he concentrated on his current task. 

“I love your hands,” Hvitserk said breathlessly, causing Ubbe to move upwards to catch his brother’s lips in an appreciative kiss. Slowly he slid back down, his brother’s cock in hand, he moved his thumb in a circular manner right underneath Hvitserk’s cockhead. 

Just as Hvitserk appeared to be enjoying it a bit too much, Ubbe let up from his brother’s cock to stroke his sides and up his chest to tweak Hvitserk’s rosy nipples. His brother hissed and Ubbe retreated back down, expertly twisting his wrist with each stroke of Hvitserk’s cock. He was close again and Ubbe sped up his jerking motion, Hvitserk’s heavy breathing and groans spurring him on. 

Ubbe was carefully massaging Hvitserk’s balls when he felt them tighten, Hvitserk’s whole body going rigid before he spurt his come all over his stomach and chest. Ubbe caught some of it with his hand as he continued to jerk his brother through his orgasm. Then Hvitserk’s body slowly relaxed, practically melting into the mattress with a sigh. 

Licking some of the mess off his fingers, Ubbe moved next to Hvitserk, laying down to initiate some cuddles. He knew his brother loved it and so did Ubbe. A half-lidded gaze met his and Hvitserk leaned in for a lazy kiss, hand sneakily moving to Ubbe’s pants. “It’s okay,” he told his younger brother. Ubbe wasn’t about to admit out loud that the sight of Hvitserk coming had him cream his pants, but his brother seemed to understand nevertheless and stopped playing with his sweats elastic. He stole a couple more kisses before Hvitserk put his head in the crook of Ubbe’s neck, possibly asleep already. 

As he was playing with Hvitserk’s hair, he thought to himself that he hadn’t imagined today would end with his brother all oiled up and asleep in his arms. Not that the latter was anything new, he just pictured his day differently. Trust Hvitserk to bring absolute chaos to the table if nothing else. 

[thegreenleavesofspring]

The Way boys form a puppy pile.

[justaz]

merlin gets sick. like. bad sick. maybe its a curse maybe its natural idk all i know is that merlin gets sick. he has a fever so high he is somewhat delirious. his whole body hurts. he feels like death. he ends up traversing the castle to enter arthur’s chambers and climbs into bed next to him. he was in pain and felt like shit and in his delirious state, he went to the one person who could always offer him comfort. arthur wakes to find merlin curled up next to him, his tunic fisted tightly in his hand as if to keep arthur where he was. gaius quietly walks in and extracts merlin from the bed, apologizing and explaining that merlin was ill and delirious with the fever. merlin is being tugged out of bed, away from arthur.

he’s fighting as best he can which, considering he’s sick, isn’t that good as gaius doesn’t even blink. then merlin is being dragged across the room, away from arthur and his body heat which was chasing away the chills and his touch was easing his pain. merlin starts complaining, whining more like, about how he wants arthur. gaius apologizes again and says he’ll send for a replacement to serve him before finally getting merlin out of arthur’s chambers and back to his own bed. gaius steps out for an hour to retrieve herbs from the town and returns to finds arthur curled around merlin in his little cot in his room, merlin fisting arthur’s tunic and arthur’s hand rubbing up and down merlin’s back.

[harmonysixx]

just go away Wars

very quick, sloppy thing I did for a sprint prompt on the LU discord server. Cleaned up the colors a little afterwards, but had no motivation left to work on it further :')

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ CUDDLE & SNUGGLE ~ PROMPTS (PART 2)

requested by: anonymous request: Could we have a part two to the cuddle and snuggle prompts? I just LOVE those and literally can't get enough of them 🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖

Part 1: ~ CUDDLE & SNUGGLE ~ PROMPTS Part 3: ~ COME HERE ~ HUGGING PROMPTS

Feel free to use and reblog!

cuddles that say more than words

cuddles to feel the other's presence

enthusiastic cuddles accompanied by squeaky noises

cuddles because they don't want the other to go

cuddles as the ultimate form of intimacy

constant cuddles because they're touch-starved

cuddles in public

lifting the other while hugging

slow-dancing turning into a tight embrace

hiding their tear-streaked face in the other's hair

interlocked hands trapped between each other's chest

resting their head on the other's shoulder

holding and watching the other while they fall asleep

being calmed by the familiar feeling of the other's body moulding into theirs

playing with the other's hair while cuddling

hugging without thinking about it

a brief hug to let them know they're there

'just a short hug' turning into 'just one more second' turning into 'but I just can't let go of you'

cuddles to trap the other

cuddles while reading to each other

cuddles without doing anything else even though they have a bunch of things to do

cuddles in the bathtub

cuddles to shelter the other from the cold wind

holding the other to comfort them through sickness

cuddles after apologising

humming/singing while cuddling to calm the other down

concentrating on the movement of the other's chest

counting the other's freckles/moles while cuddling

tracing the lines on the other's skin while cuddling

pulling the other's arms tighter around themselves

telling each other about their days in soft voices while cuddling

being the other's blanket

being the other's pillow

leaning back against the other while they're hugging them from behind

cuddles to keep the other from leaving the bed

wrapping their limbs tightly around the other's body

interrupting whatever they're doing when they see that the other needs a hug

never letting go first of a hug because the other might still need it

snuggling into a tight ball in the other's arms

humming when the other starts to caress them while cuddling

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Actor Au!

Where Batman and Co. are the most popular TV series and they’re currently filming Jason’s death.

Only Bruce goes so deep into acting he breaks down for real upon the part where he arrives at the warehouse and digs through the rubble for his child.

[comfort-character-central]

Your f/o would never downplay how you feel. They wouldn't see your feelings as stupid or dramatic, they'd never mock or ridicule you. Even if it's something that is considered small or they aren't able to completely understand, they will still validate your experience(s). They recognize that if it hurts you, it hurts you, and it matters because you're upset. It's okay to feel, and they'll completely support you through that.

[paperultra]

the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “That time of the month again?”

because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions

Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)

B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand

A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)

B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)

Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows

B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine

Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)

A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain

B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache

All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)

A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A

B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)

A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)

“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”

B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)

[benevolenterrancy]

@hereticcryptid i'm late responding to this prompt, but have a continuation on baxia and hensheng wanting more cuddles than one would normally expect from a spiritual sword!

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan, giving Laura an important life lesson: It's our ability to love other beings and be compassionate that makes us human.

Wade: Hardly. It's our ability to successfully select all the images containing street signs that makes us human.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 71

The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] cuddling scenes

[justaz]

arthur being able to feel merlins magic whenever he uses it bc it makes him feel all warm and tingly and at first he's stumped about it and goes to morgana for advice bc hello?? merlin makes him feel weird?? and its only merlin. it only happens when he's around. it's gotta be his fault. and morgana is like "lol nerd you like him" and he's like "oh fuck" bc he has the emotional intelligence of a walnut and begins to notice the warm and fuzzy feeling grows stronger the closer merlin is and is like "welp. im screwed" and then a magic reveal later and arthur notices the feeling happens whenever merlin uses magic and he's like "oh. thank god." and finally realizes the feeling was merlin's magic, not that arthur has feelings for him. it becomes the new norm and then merlin is dressing him for the day and makes a stupid joke before ducking arthur's hand that was going to cuff his ear, he laughs and walked around behind arthur and the warm, fuzzy feeling returns and he's like "stop. no cheating." and merlin is confused and arthur's like "i can feel you using magic, idiot. remember?" and merlin is like "i'm not using magic tho" and arthur scoffs like "alright, sure, whatever you say."

THIS becomes the new norm of merlin and arthur bantering and then arthur accusing him of using magic and merlin insisting that he isn't. then finally the feeling happens when merlin is staring directly at arthur, comforting him in a moment of vulnerability, and arthur can see his eyes remain blue but he feels as he normally does when merlin uses magic. he still accuses merlin of using magic but merlin just rolls his eyes and once again insists that he isn't, arthur can literally see when he uses magic bc his eyes flash gold. did they flash gold just now? hm? did they arthur? arthur then rebuts "then why did i feel all warm and fuzzy?" and merlin blinks thrice before grinning like the cat who caught the canary. he won't tell arthur about his feelings for merlin, he'll let him flounder for a bit. it's always fun to watch him be an idiot and as much as he wants to kiss his stupid face bc finally (finally) his feelings are reciprocated, it's enough for now to know that arthur feels the same. arthur is infuriated that merlin won't tell him. merlin is highly amused at his stupid not yet boyfriend

[scealaiscoite]

cuddling for warmth prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “look, i’m not happy about this either but we need to get you warmed up.”

— “you’re shaking, why are you shaking?! what’s wrong? what can i do?”

— “i can’t believe it took this for you to admit you like to be the little spoon.”

— “it’s okay, you’re okay, just breathe. i’ve got you now, you’re safe.”

— “are you- are you seriously playing with my hair? now?!”

— “this might be a weird time to bring it up, but you’ve got really nice arms.”

— “is there anything i can say to make this less awkward?”

— “i’m not arguing about this. just shut up and come here.”

— “you’re already wearing half of my clothes, i genuinely don’t see how us cuddling will make this any weirder.”

— “can’t believe it took a near-death experience for you to let me hug you.”

— “you fell asleep. it would’ve been cute, if i hadn’t been so paranoid you were actually unconscious.”

— “don’t worry, i promise not to tell anyone you’re a big spoon.”

— “when did you start rubbing my back? wait, wait- i never said to stop it.”

— “i’ve never been so thankful that you run hot before.”

— “please forget all the times where i complained about you being a hugger.”