#teehee cuddles

[ickysmelly]

how the FYCK do yall draw this is hard

[xochimillilili]

Probably a tiny bit early to be thinking of it, but shit I just wanna have a little halloween themed evening with a cute boy. Maybe invite him over for a movie marathon, baking ghost cookies and hanging up decorations— and barely an hour in just before staring a horror film, already have him tied up on my couch, a pumpkin plush shoved into his mouth as a gag, teasing his soft tits with a knife and pretend spiderwebs as I tell him how I'll fuck him stupid soon enough

Maybe I'll drip hot wax on his pretty body with one of the candles from the jack o lanterns, wear a mask as I spank his ass until bruised. Or maybe shallowly fuck his pretty cunt with the hilt of a plastic bloody axe. Finish the night off by finally fucking him stupid and getting him cockdrunk, pumped full of cum as I cuddle him close to me, telling him what a good boy he is... before finally admitting I'm a dumb lil scaredy cat with horror movies, melting at his cute laugh as we go off to scare the shit out the neighbors by setting up our giant skeleton in the yard

[benetnvsch]

I am literally the most influenceable guy ever literally saw three people talking abt knkdz tonight and I got pulled out of my art block so fast

[residentmara]

hms(w?) cuddling?/very platonic ofc

bro i forgot i had tumblr

everytime i draw whole i forget my design for him and make a new one LOL

[nauti-ca]

the only possible ending for malevolent I’ll be happy with is john and arthur becoming private investigators and married forever

[altschmerzes]

in my quest to find fic about platonic/generally nonromantic but emotionally intimate sex to read (partially bc when i write about something especially without having written about it much before i like to read a lot to see what other people are doing, get inspiration etc) im once again BEGGING people to only tag something ‘platonic x’ if they actually mean that. stop with this ‘#platonic x #…or is it’ ‘#platonic x #haha ‘platonic’ anyway’ etc bullshit. it’s not cute and it’s not funny.

[skinandscales-if]

Sorry it this seems weird.

But let's say the Ro's and Mc are dating. Would they cuddle in their dragon forms?

Not weird at all anon! They’d all cuddle in dragon forms :)

Atlas: Cuddles verrry carefully, always aware of his spikes and spines and what may hurt MC. Doesn’t really get too close for a bit, far too afraid he’d hurt MC somehow, but grows more and more settled as time passes.

Puck: Firmly not a dragon-form cuddler for a good while, offers any other form of comfort in the meantime but slowly learns to lose the tension in their shoulders, sinking more into the ease of cuddling with first a tail wrapped around MC’s middle or something until it blooms into a full shift hug.

Skye: Genuinely not familiar with showing affection to someone without both forms in some way, so she’s fully tangled around MC shifted, like a long worm on a string. She won’t throw everything at MC at once, but is enthusiastic to show her affection with all of her, scales or not.

Reese: Fine with dragon cuddles, needs to get more comfortable with cuddling at all first. Once he is, he likes covering MC with a wing, especially if they get overheated with his body so his wings “protect” them while still reminding both of them that they’re there for each other.

BONUS Atlas and Puck: Both cuddle on opposite sides to equal out temperatures, and usually end up ending up on someone’s lap, comfort depending.

[l0vem41l]

can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3

perfect.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」

「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn

author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D

▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!

▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.

well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are

he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too

▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.

thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.

ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]

this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.

you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you

▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!

"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.

this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything

"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"

you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.

"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.

he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"

"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]

he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.

"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.

def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.

▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.

dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.

"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓

this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.

"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.

"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.

you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.

with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."

GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing

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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."

the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.

it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."

your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.

"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."

he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.

"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.

"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."

"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.

"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"

johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.

"well thank you."

he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."

"johnny?"

"hm?..."

you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.

"what? what's so funny?" he asks.

"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."

he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.

and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.

there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."

▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.

no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.

after all, how do you love someone so perfect?

he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right

the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.

johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.

"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.

"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.

"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"

— reblogs always appreciated!

[smol-and-trashy]

Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

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He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

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Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

[thedorfmirrin]

a tiny silly self indulgent thing my sweetie convinced me to post zcsvxgx

have some peppiperinno x pizzerhead wrow

Peppino had a long day and is rlly exaughsted, much to the other's surprise (and enjoyment)

[eljeebee]

Winter weather means cuddle weather ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (NSFW under the cut)

[mysticfemme]

I still think one of my favourite times with my butch is from last year, he was at my house and I ended up napping wrapped up in his arms (let's be honest, when am I not napping?). he held me for who knows how long, and when I woke up he was gently rubbing the outside of my thigh, dipping lower every so often. I was half asleep still in his arms, and he started gently rubbing my clit over my underwear. he kept shushing me everytime I made a noise, telling me to go back to sleep. it was so cute and he was so gentle and caring and just thinking about it makes me blush 🥹💘

[killerdinosourusrex]

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow I can't study thinking about you And you know I always do

I don't wanna go to sleep tonight When I can stay up thinking about you And you know I always do

[the-bong-water-rake]

Swampy learning to want snuggles XD

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//he has a hard time cuddling when it comes to affection, he is a rake after all, he cant help it

[the-infinite-hole]

he smells like aquavelva and clean laundry and paper and cigarettes and STANLEY LOVES IT

[tiredcatboysinc]

Warm shirt for a cold protagonist

I've had this fic idea in my notes since my last hyperfixation on TSP, so a hot fucking minute...

Summary: It was so warm in here, it felt like heaven to Stanley's already cold skin. Stanley was sure The Narrator wouldn't mind him lying down in here... Right? And Stanley was sure Narrator wouldn't mind if he borrowed a shirt to be more comfortable, right?

ao3

Words: 824

Warnings/A/N's: Nothing but fluff, He/Him used for Stanley, They/Them used for Narrator, Not beta read

Stanley was almost constantly cold, his fingers feeling like ice when touched. It was honestly a really big problem, but Narrator still hadn't figured out why he was so cold... Near was nothing in the code that would suggest any bugs, so The Narrator just brushed it off at this point. Stanley, however, was less then enthusiastic about basically being a human lizard. He constantly needed to be in some sort of heating light or outside in the sun, that was mainly the reason he would do the Freedom ending so much, and it bugged the shit out of him. 

Currently, The Narrator had allowed Stanley to take a much-needed break from the story, letting the protagonist enter their office to rest. The Narrator thought it would be 'rather cruel' to let Stanley freeze in the office, seeing as that blasted air conditioning was CONSTANTLY running. Stanley was extremely grateful for this as he lay on their couch, a heating blanket wrapped tightly around him as he dozed in and out. 

At some point The Narrator had left their chair, leaving to inspect some code or some shit. Stanley had woke up a few minutes after their departure, haziness and grogginess only feeling the confusion that seeped into his head. He sat on the couch for a moment, rubbing his eyes and clearing them of sleep. Once he raised, begrudgingly, from his very comfortable position he looked around. Stanley poked around everything he could in the decent-sized office, opening drawers and looking at different unfinished scripts. 

Soon, though, he drew bored of giggling at The Narrator's shitty scripts. His eyes gaze around the room, falling upon a door he hadn't noticed. Curiosity drew him in, and he turned the knob. The room led to The Narrator's bedroom, neatly organized with a well-made, not to mention comfortable, looking bed in the middle. Stanley blinked a few times, his mouth slightly ajar as he stepped in. 

It was so warm in here, it felt like heaven to Stanley's already cold skin. Stanley was sure The Narrator wouldn't mind him lying down in here... Right? And Stanley was sure Narrator wouldn't mind if he borrowed a shirt to be more comfortable, right? A mischievous grin was plastered on Stanley's face, digging through the large dresser to look for a comfortable shirt. He pulls one out, one of the few t-shirts in the drawer. It was a black t-shirt with a band logo on it, one that Stanley recognized as the band 'She Wants Revenge'. 

This piqued Stanley's interest, he had never thought The Narrator would like this type of music. He always assumed they would like some classical bullshit, or maybe even just elevator music with how they hummed along with it. Nevertheless, Stanley pulled off his work shirt and slipped this one on. He was correct in his assumption it was comfortable, though the shirt was clearly loved greatly with how the print was slightly faded. 

Stanley slips his shoes off before slipping under the duvet, nestling his head into the pillows as he dozed off. 

The Narrator had in fact been digging through the code, trying to figure out what made Stanley freeze his balls off constantly. "Oh bugger..." They grumble aggravatedly as the whole thing ends up a failure. They sigh, pushing their glasses up with his palms as they rub their eyes. "Oh, fuck it, whatever. Stanley's probably fine anyway, It doesn't matter." They mutter, leaving the coding to something they'd fiddle with another day. 

When The Narrator returns, they don't find Stanley on the couch. A small surge of panic rushes through them, eyes blown wide as they stare at the couch. Where had Stanley gone? The door wasn't open, had he just... Dematerialized?? No, no that was a silly notion. Their protagonist could dematerialize... At least they hoped he couldn't. 

They enter the office, glancing around swiftly, and panic fading immediately. The bedroom door is open, Stanley must have woken up and got curious. Narrator would have been upset, mad even, but they were more than happy to not have their protagonist lost. Narrator peaks their head into the bedroom, a soft blush creeping onto their cheeks upon seeing Stanley. 

He was sprawled out on his back, the duvet kicked off, and only on one leg partly. The t-shirt he wore was what caught Narrator eyes, that was their t-shirt. The heat builds on their face, but a smile soon follows. Stanley looked cute, which of course they'd never tell him that... 

They carefully crept next to the bed, and pushed a few strands of Stanley's hair out of his face. Their smile only grows when Stanley presses to their hand to his face, still sleeping soundly but now with a small smile. 

"I suppose you can rest a little longer, my flower." The Narrator whispers as they brush their lips to Stanleys’ forehead, a soft kiss pressed into his skin.