#snuggles!

[artfinderartist]

They are sleeping! 🥺

[mxmoth]

THE JUDGMENT DAY on WWE RAW | 1-29-24

[professional-termite]

Mobius x Loki

Please, draw them together happy someday…

sorry this took so long. burnout. anyways heres some gays

[georgiapeach30513]

Which character loves cuddles most Steve, Andy, Lloyd, ransom or other ones

So I’m going to do this with canon characters, and not any of my fics’ version. Because I have too many 🫣 and I’m going to add a few of my favorite!

Steve: he is not necessarily a cuddler. He’s always on high alert. His mind never fully rests. Yes, he’ll lay in the bed with you, and he loves touching you, but he’s ready for anything.

Andy: he LOVES to cuddle. Loves being the big spoon or having you lay on his chest. Holding you so tight, pressed up against him. Your soft snoring is his favorite sound because it means you’re comfortable with him.

Lloyd: absolutely!! But if you DARE tell ANYONE that he loves cuddles, he will cut your tongue out, and deny every bit of it. He also doesn’t stick around in one place for too long, and you may feel more like a prisoner than his partner/companion. Don’t get attached. It’s just Stockholm syndrome anyways.

Ransom: this man needs love! He wants to be the little spoon. He wants you to love and pet on him. He needs constant attention, and he’s such a big whiney baby if he doesn’t get it. You spoil him, because he spoils you. His love language may be buying you things, but he requires you constant undivided attention.

Cole: he loves to snuggle, and can’t even sleep because he’s smiling at your beautiful face. You’re so comfortable and cozy, and he knew the moment that he met you…you were the love of his life. He would do anything to keep you with him always. I hope you love being smothered with attention, because Cole will provide that.

Ari: this man is your heater. Sometimes you crawl away from him because he’s so hot, but he’s pulling you back into him. But this time he’s going to be using your belly as a pillow. He doesn’t want you going. Anywhere unless you’re touching him. And he sleeps in the nude. You better be ready for a CNC relationship, because his stamina and sex drive are super high.

Frank: he wants you in the bed with him, but he doesn’t have to have you touching him. He’s lived alone for so long that he has his own routine. You’ll snuggle a bit, but then you part sides in the bed. However, he likes his foot to be touching you. He’s just got to make sure you’re not too far away. Or that he doesn’t push you away. He loves you. But doesn’t always love to snuggle.

Curtis: Snowpiercer is cold. Snuggling is a given. You will be naked (because body heat is the best warmth) and you will be completely entwined with each other. Super cold nights everyone on the trains hears how you two make each other warm. It’s annoying to always have an audience.

[whispered-pears]

Snuggle Time!

[askthehiddencaste]

"Taaannnn I n33d kiss3sss" Someone's been deep cleaning the hive today and has the cleaning chemical sneezes ( pandersbox, Tuksei to Tannos )

"what? In need of kisses?! Don't worry I'll save you my sweet little poppy!" Tannos picks up his mate and chuckled softly at a squeaky sneeze before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "hmmm~ will that suffice or shall I fill up the snuggle bar while I'm here? " he asked teasingly

[keldae]

Fictober 2021 -- Day 12

The sound of whimpers drawing Theron out of a dead sleep happened far too often for his peace of mind. It wasn’t even the fact that he was being interrupted in the middle of his restorative sleeping time -- well, not much, anyway. It was more his worry over Xaja and whatever she was having nightmares about during the nights that stressed him out.

At least she’s not screaming, he thought to himself as he sat up and flicked on the bedside light, knowing how much Xaja disliked waking up to pitch darkness. “Xaja?” he called as he shook her shoulder. “Babe, you’re dreaming. Wake up. It’s just a dream.”

The nightmare must not have been too bad this night, or Theron had woken up before the dream could fully ensnare its victim. Xaja woke up without too much of a fight, blinking groggily in the light. “Theron?” she mumbled, looking up at him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Theron murmured, offering her a smile as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Sorry to wake you, but I think you were having another bad dream.”

Xaja nodded and shuddered, rolling over and scooting closer to Theron. “Yeah,” she quietly admitted. “I was.”

“I’m sorry,” Theron whispered as he wrapped an arm over Xaja’s shoulders. “You, uh… you wanna talk about it?”

She thought about it for a minute, then shook her head.

“Okay. No pressure.” Theron shrugged and felt Xaja snuggle up closer to him. “You need me to do anything?”

Xaja shook her head again, this time smiling at him. “You already do,” she said around a yawn. “You keep me safe.”

Two-fifteen in the morning was not the time for warm fuzzy feelings to erupt in Theron’s chest. And yet, he could feel himself melting for the girl snuggled up under his arm. “I do my best,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Xaja’s forehead. “I always will.” Hells, he was really overtired if he was falling sentimentally like this, at this unholy hour of the morning. But it was worth it to see Xaja’s smile.

“Good,” she approved around another jaw-cracking yawn. “I always want you to--” Another yawn. “-- to snuggle the dreams away and…”

“And snuggle you back to sleep,” Theron finished with a chuckle, tightening his hug. “You need the rest, babe. Go back to sleep -- I’ll be right here.”

“I know you will,” Xaja yawned again, comfortably draping her arm over Theron’s waist and closing her eyes. To judge by her breathing, she was out cold again within about a minute.

“You have no right to be as damned cute as you are,” Theron muttered, fondly shaking his head and smiling down at his girlfriend. Truth be told, he needed to sleep too -- but he found himself entirely content to just lay there, watching Xaja sleep, and safely cuddling her. If this was all he could do to protect her from her nightmares, it was a task he was happy to do for her.

Even if it did lead to bouts of sentimentality at stupidly-early hours.

[sandpumpkin]

As a terrible British people that indeed complains about the weather. It's been on fire for a while now..British summer has arrived it seems. Rain and wind..which means blankets! this is inspired by these weather changes.

Summer Cuddles

selfship ahoy! MetalPumpkin

Kid didn’t mind the sun, he was from a warm place but Hana did not. She was not a summer person, she preferred the cooler weather of Autumn and the many flavour it brought. Though the past few weeks, Kid was starting to hate the summer. It wasn’t just hot, it was humid and muggy and the cool air was nonexistent and worst of all, because of the heat, Hana didn’t want to snuggle with him. She settled for holding his hand on a night but hugs: heck no. They were both so warm and sweaty.

Kid woke up and his ears perked up at the sound of pitter patter against his window. Moving to kick the covers off his feet, which only served to wrap around his foot like a vine and sent him careening to the floor in a loud and painful heep. Wiggling free Kid marched over to his window and threw back the curtain. Grey skies, torrential rain and wind. Kid couldn’t be happier. “Fuck yes!” He cheered loudly. Turning back to his back, he stared at the mess of covers for what seemed like an eternity. “AH!” running over to his wardrobe, his footsteps thundering across the cold wooden floor. He pulled a soft plush orange blanket from the back, “she’ll want this...I should wash it?” he hummed, then nodded “I should wash it.” Blanket tucked under his arm, Kid headed down to the laundry room placing the blanket in the washing machine, filling the machine with the nice smelling degenent Hana had brought for them.

Kid sat impatiently and watched the blanket whoosh around in the machine.

“Kid...it’s six in the morning, what are you doing?” Killer asked, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

“Washing her blanket. It’s cold...she’ll want it.” Kid huffed back, ignoring the smug and teasing look that was probably plastered on his face.

“That’s great and all but-” Killer covered his face as he stifled a laugh “but could you maybe put some pants on? Nobody wants to see your pasty arse this early in the morning.” Killer snorted. Kid looked down, he was indeed butt naked.

“Fuck off.” he hissed, “I’m going back to bed.” Kid snapped and stormed back off to his room.

-

Kid hated waiting for stuff. It felt like he was checking the washer every 5 minutes. Eventually it was finished and time for the tumble drying. Killer made a quip about him being domesticated followed by ‘what next? Cooking? You better stay out of my kitchen!’

Kid was terrible at making his bed, no matter how carefully he smoothed it out, it just looked like he had rolled on it. “That’ll do..” he groaned as he covered the sheets with the fluffy blanket that was clean and finally dry. And just on time, Killer shouted up to tell him his pumpkin was finally here. Kid perked up like an excitable puppy and stumbled over his own feet just as Hana reached to open his bedroom door. He leant against the doorframe and tried to act casual “hey..”

Hana smiled at him and hugged him, “I missed you.” Kid moved out of the way and waited for her to notice the surprise he had prepared. He heard her gasp, her bag was dropped where she stood and the patter of feet running towards the bed post haste. She jumped and face planted the bed with a giggle, her legs flailing happily as she then rolled herself up like a burrito, sitting up to look at him barely visible from under the blanket. “You washed it too!”

Kid puffed up proudly like a peacock.

“Thought you might be cold..” he said, heading over to the bed too.

“I was. The weather turned so quickly. It’s a nice change but..too cold..” she sighed, opening her cocoon “I think some hugs would warm me up.” she said coyly. Kid wasted no time in joining her in the blanket, pulling her flush with him, burying his face into her neck. He sighed in relief, he’d missed this kind of contact. “I wonder who needed the hugs more..me or you?” she teased, her body quivering in laughter.

“You...definitely you..” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“Of course…” she chuckled, she gasped as Kid put his full weight against her sending her backwards onto the bed. Kid could barely keep his eyes open, why was he suddenly so tired? A soothing touch on his hair, lulled him closer into slumber.

“Rest my sweet tulip.” Kid yawned, squeezed her tightly and fell asleep comfortable and warm.

Summer could kiss his arse..he’ll accept colder weather if it means she’ll never stop holding him.