#so warme much somft

[yolkcheeks]

Harold, they’re mew mews.

#Tokyo Mew Mew New #zakumint #zakuro x mint #mint x zakuro #tmm new fanart #tmm fanart #marker doodle #yolkcheeks art #smol and bitey #minto tag #intimidating secret nerd #wolf mom pam the pomegranate #but seriously- imagine if they went full activation like Ichigo & Redacted? #my queen!!! #I will protect you #vs sleeby puppy #so warme much somft #👩‍❤️‍👩

[angeart]

Lulled by the warmth that Mumbo provides, Grian finds himself nuzzling against the vampire’s shoulder before letting his eyes slowly fall shut. Knowing that he’s safe with Mumbo and his comforting warmth, he falls asleep.

-- Drawn for @mochiwrites songbird fic / night life series on AO3, specifically the scene in part 10 (welcome to the circus), chapter 3.

#look at them somfts #ange draws #grumbo #grian #mumbo #mumbo jumbo #he fell asleep while being carried aww #so much trust and comfort #mumbo is warm and safe #i am eating this #my words are not wording today so i went to draw #and this scene was lodged in my head #mochi look what you're doing to me

[gabessquishytum]

Warprize cat!Dream the morning after his gifting to cow!Hob.

Dream has been undernourished and stressed to the max and he's absolutely exhausted the next morning even after a belly full of milk and and a tender orgasm and a good sleep. He's practically listless and Hob knows he needs more than just milk to recover his strength.

Hob considers having food brought up to his rooms to feed Dream but he needs/(discovers he very much wants) to show off his new prize a bit for political reasons, so he brings Dream down to the huge dining hall for late breakfast (a king is never late, brunch is served when the king wishes it to be). Dream is so slight and so skinny that it's nothing to shift him around. Hob sits Dream in his own lap and supports Dream against his chest, cradling and shielding him against his soft chest and feeds him the best bits.

Hob assures Dream he doesn't have to worry about anything right now, just eat and drink some more of Hob's warm milk and Hob will carry him back to bed to rest some more as soon as the meal is over.

This is so somft, I just love it!!! Skinny scraggly Dream being propped up in Hob’s big soft lap. Leaning back against the King's soft round belly and pillowy chest, just opening his mouth and chewing whatever Hob picks out for him. Cowpeople are naturally herbivores, but (hopefully) extensive research was performed before the new cat warprize arrived. So there's plenty of fish as well as the usual leafy greens and dairy products.

After breakfast Hob carefully shifts Dream in his arms so he can gently rub his poor thin stomach - Dream is too listless to move around, so he'll need help with his digestion. Plus he seems to love the belly rubs. It's the first time he purrs in a public setting and the whole court melts. So cute!!!! Rumour has it, catpeople only have one stomach compartment, which is a little odd. But it's good to know that they enjoy similar physical touches to cowpeople.

Then it's time for more milk, and Dream sleepily sucks away on the King's generous teat before falling into a doze. He's still sucking in his sleep, which is great. Hob wants him to get as much nourishment as possible. Maybe he'll make sure that Dream gets to feed during the night if he ever wakes up hungry... he'll have to make it extra clear to his prize that he's allowed to drink from Hob whenever, wherever.

Now it's time to get Dream back to bed. Breakfast was a complete success, and everyone's talking about how the King doted on his poor little prize. Its great PR for Hob, but most of all? He's just glad that his pretty kitty has a full belly now. Hob will make sure he's never hungry again.

#aquabluejay #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cow hob #catboys #cw hybrids

[arttrampbelle]

Ok now for some actual good shang tsung food for y'all.

*cracks knuckles*

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Shang tsung bathing hcs x reader.

Here is some bathing hcs. Aka. What they do in a bath,showers,cleaning themselves,relaxing,grooming and preening themselves type of hcs.

Cw:nsfw,fluff,maybe some angst?

*NOTE: THIS IS CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA SHANG TSUNG SPECIFICALLY. MK11/MK1995 SHANG TSUNG. So no damn faker mk12 shang tsung allowed*

Hcs below cut cuz of nsfw content.

Reader is gn ( i try to make these gn if i can)

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

Shang tsung bathing hcs:

Shang tsung prefers showers if he is just needing to clean up. Because one,it's healthier and easier for him. And two he just likes to take quick warm showers most of the time. However it doesn't mean anything. He sometimes with do either or hot,warm,cold. But he prefers warm

Shang tsung will do baths if he's trying to relax or soak or take his time. Especially if he's with you.

He loves the feel of the warm water next to you. He finds it peaceful.

He definitely does the works tho. Bubbles,oils,salts,soaks,etc.

And after a bath he also definitely either body oils up or body butters himself.

He loves smelling good. And loves you smelling good too.

If you need privacy and don't wish to bathe with him. He will respect that too

As for himself if he needs privacy he will tell you right away beforehand.

Shang tsung will drink wine and bathe. He prefers dark reds buuuut occasionally he'll have a white dry wine or even a sweet wine. Especially if you are with him. But shang already loves the sweetness you bring in your company. The wine just doesn't do justice on that. ;3

He will also eat fruit in the bath. Like this man is the definition of luxurious and living deliciously.

As for grooming habits. He likes to keep himself well trimmed and groomed. He shaved almost completely. But if he wants to leave a bit of hair. He'll leave a lil treasure trail if anything. His balls are smooth tho. A nice trimmed beard too.

Shang has and will fuck in the bath. If you want a quickie it's in the shower. But if you want him to play,take his time,and enjoy every inch of you? He'll fuck you in his private bathing quarters. (Yes his bathroom is modernish. He's not a damn heathen ok you weirdos. Lol. Maybe a bit looking like a 70s/80s/90s Chinese gothic dad vibe but hey. It's modern enough).

He feels this is one of the few times he can let his walls down. You'll get to see a very very somft shang tsung. If The sorcerer trusts you that much. You are lucky af.

He loves to bath you. He doesn't mind receiving in return. In fact he loves being pampered (spoiled lil shit he is. But we love him) but he prefers to actually pamper you more! Besides he loves washing your hair or massaging your scalp. Washing your beautiful body. Taking care with every single touch.

He will even dry you off. Never lifting a single finger. Wrapping a robe or a large towel around you. Picking you up bridal style. Carries you to your shared bed. May or may not finish loving on you there. Depending on your moods.

But either way. Shang loves bathing time with you. It's a very simple but sweet moment.

Shang's sweet side. Is his best side. And you're the lucky one to ever get to see it 💖

Hopefully you guys like these. Sorry if its short and not as organized as i usually try to do it. But it's on the fly while i have the spoons to write.

But i hope this gives you some good food.

💖

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #the real shang tsung #shang tsung mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #my x readers #my hcs #shang tsung hcs #shang tsung mortal kombat hcs #mortal kombat hcs #bathing hcs #bath hcs #cleaning #nsft #not sfw

[rosella-writes]

How about 'pulling them closer into their arms' for whoever you want to feel somft about??

Okay yeah, here’s some tent snuggles for Rhiannon and Zevran. 💚

I could warm your bed.

“Not like that, Zev,” she told him.

“What better way is there?” asked the son of a whore, raised by whores.

Rhiannon thought of his mother — who had never gotten to hold her son, to teach him another kind of touch. The others had tried, she was sure, but there was only so much they could have done. And then the Crows came.

So she pulled his hands away from her hips and looped his arm around her waist instead.

He was only slightly shorter and smaller than she, but she still pulled him close as if he weighed next to nothing. His body was tense, only for a moment, then relaxed as she settled his head on her shoulder and put her nose to his scalp. All his tight muscle, rope-firm under his skin, became soft and softer still as she began to play with his long, soft hair.

What was absentminded for her was revolutionary for him. He didn’t seem to know what to do — it was only when she cuffed his wrist again and pulled it around to her back that he finally let his arm drape over her waist. He seemed like he was holding his breath, but then she scratched at a spot at the nape of his neck and he let out a huff of air beneath her ear.

“There you are, love,” she murmured, so quietly she could barely even hear herself.

He pulled back, but his body wasn’t tense — she turned to look down at him, just to find him looking at her with a soft expression in those amber eyes. It was completely unlike when he wanted to kiss her, or tried to turn on the charm. He blinked slowly, hummed as she continued to rub gently at his scalp, then let his eyes droop shut.

Rhiannon lost track of time. The glow of the fire past the canvas wall of their tent dimmed, and dimmed, then was gone. Only blue light remained to cast shadows on Zevran’s relaxed face and highlight each of his long, pale lashes. She lost herself in touching him — smoothing wrinkles from his forehead with the flat of her thumb, pressing the tips of her fingers into the tight, stressed muscles of his shoulders and neck, scratching her nails down his back, over his shirt, to soothe instead of rile up. At some point he began breathing out happy little hums of pleasure at the touch.

By the time she’d nearly drifted off, Zevran had fully relaxed, with his legs entangled with hers and his hand tucked beneath the hem of her shirt to rest against the warmth of her back. She sleepily pulled back again and looked at him, just to find him watching her from beneath nearly-shut lids.

“What?” she chuckled, then touched her nose to his.

He didn’t respond with words — instead, he smiled, then kissed her. Not on the mouth, despite her lips being so near, but on her cheek, then her chin. Then he tucked his face into the curve of her neck and pressed one last, chaste kiss to her throat before humming a contented sigh.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“And I you,” he murmured, “my Grey Warden.”

#zevwarden #zevran arainai #rhiannon mahariel #zevran x warden #zevran x mahariel #my writing #dao #dragon age #dragon age origins

[cosmic-d1ce]

Somft FML Missa and Phil in honour of our boy's return <3

Phil watched Chayanne bounce on his trampoline with Tallulah, giggling and squealing, a sound he hadn't realised he'd miss so much. He smiled as Chayanne stopped to backflip, unable to see anything but Charlie. Tallulah clapped and squealed in delight as Chayanne stood proudly before her.

As the kids continued to play, Phil felt Missa put his hand gently over his. Missa's hands were cold despite the sun and warm weather. He was always cold. Phil looked at his partner, some part of his brain nagging him to just make sure.

But Forever's hands were warm.

"Your hands are so soft." Missa said, looking down at their hands, "I almost forgot." He smiled behind his mask, but Phil could hear a tinge of bitter guilt in his sweet tone.

"I'm sorry." Phil replied, like clockwork. A conditioned response, the only thing he could think to say most of the time.

He had nothing to apologize for. He never did. Missa was never upset with him. Always happy, always gentle. He wasn't going to hurt him. Never.

"Stop apologizing for nothing!" Missa tutted, shaking his head. "It's not your fault you were gone for so long." He squeezed Phil's had gently, reassuring, careful not to hurt him.

"I know." Another apology got caught in his throat.

Missa seemed to know, as he always did. "We'll work on it, it's okay."

Although his face was hidden behind a mask, Phil could read his expression easily. A soft smile and a determined, sincere glint in his eyes. He smiled back before glancing down at their hands again, then back to the kids.

Missa's gaze lingered and Phil couldn't help but look back. "What? Stop." He laughed.

"No! You're so pretty, I want to look at you!"

"Stop-"

"Never."

Missa took his hand away from Phil's and moved close enough to brush stray hairs from Phil's face.

"Your face is warm." Missa laughed as he put hia hand on Phil's cheek, gentle and cold. Phil leaned into Missa's touch, giggling as he felt his face get hot.

Missa guided Phil closer to him. The sound of his laughter was addictive, and he loved that it was so easy for him. Missa wanted nothing more that to kiss him, but was far too aware of the two children nearby, watching them intently. Phil didn't seem to notice them.

Phil leaned closer and bumped their foreheads together.

That would do. That was okay. Missa was, more than anything, happy that Phil felt safe enough to initiate. It was okay that he couldn't say how much he loved his husband. This was okay. This was enough.

#SCREAMS #I love them sm im so happy missa is back #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #forever my love au #philza #missa sinfonia #qsmp shipping #q!philza #q!missa

[just-a-creep-babe]

If the last request is still open, may I ask for some soft EJ?

Why are you guys torturing me with all these fluff requests ;-;

ALSO I assumed this was for some EJ x reader fluff and not just general somft EJ headcanons, hope that’s alright! ^^

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

The door to his room slowly creaks open

You lean in, trying to peak inside, but it’s nearly impossible to see anything through the darkness

“EJ?”

His response is a low hum from somewhere within the room

“Can I come in?”

It’s late, way past the time you should be sleeping

But he doesn’t question your decision of foregoing rest

Instead, he hums again, and you take it to mean that it’s fine

You gently patter inside, and press the door closed behind you

Shit

You immediately feel stupid for shutting out your only visible source of light

“Uhm, Jack?”

You can’t help but picture how stupid you must look right now; standing in the middle of the room, blind as a bat and utterly helpless

He doesn’t answer, and for a brief moment, the silence is mildly terrifying

But then you feel his hand, gentle but firm, wrap around your wrist to pull you towards the bed

You stumble a little, but, thankfully, you manage to make it to the mattress before tripping and embarrassing yourself even further

Even in the darkness, sitting with him on the bed is... comforting

Your body relaxes, the stress that’d been keeping you up already melting just by being with him

You reach out in the darkness, trying to feel around for a pillow

And he must notice your fumbling, because you hear some shuffling around, followed by the “click” of a lamp, and then the whole room is illuminated by a soft light

Jack’s sitting on the other end of the bed, watching you curiously with his head tilted to the side

“I want a pillow,” you admit sheepishly

He hums

“We’re fresh out of pillows”

“...What?” you chuckle, “You’re lying, I can see you sitting on one right now”

He shakes his head, and though he’s wearing his mask, you can practically feel his shit-eating grin as he insists, “Nope, sorry. No pillows here”

You pretend to pout

“You’re a meanie. What am I supposed to do without one?”

He almost purrs as he moves to your side of the bed

And then you let him pull you to his chest so that you’re laying on him

“Guess I’ll have to fill in instead~”

You roll your eyes, smiling

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically, “I guess you’ll do”

He chuckles

“Good”

When you press your head against his chest, you can hear his heart beating

The tempo is slow—much, much slower than it should be

And it has you wondering if he’s technically undead

But before you can consider it for too long, he speaks up

“What’s on your mind?”

His voice is low, gruff in that comfortably familiar way—like a wool blanket on a cold winter’s day

You hum

“Nothing”

“Liar”

A smile quirks at your lips

You nestle deeper into him, and he reciprocates by wrapping his arms around your frame and running his fingers through your hair

You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of his warm touch

“I don’t know,” you eventually admit, “I guess I’m just thinking... it must’ve felt so good to kill the people who did this to you”

His hand stutters midway through its motion

And you think, shit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that

But then he keeps going, so you assume it’s ok

There’s a few beats of quiet as he thinks about it

You savor the contact, the gentle touch of a tamed monster, as he reflects

“It... it did feel good,” he finally answers. “I-I don’t remember much, to be honest. I woke up in a strange place, blood on my hands, in my mouth... I couldn’t remember it, even after it happened, but I knew what I’d done”

You wrap the string of his hoodie around your finger, toying with it absent-minded as you listen

“I felt bad,” he huffs, almost like a chuckle, as he continues, “I felt really, really awful. But some part of me... some part of me loved it. Wanted more”

He stops stroking through your hair to wrap both arms around your frame

You feel safe and comfortable enveloped in his embrace as he describes his first murder

“I tried to differentiate myself from that part of me. I tried to think of it as an alien inside my own body. But that didn’t really work out...”

His words hang in the air

You wish you could’ve been there when he was alone and needed help

“How did you end up accepting it?”

You know you’re asking too many questions

It’s a difficult subject, and you’re springing it onto him so suddenly, but he doesn’t seem to mind it

“I... I don’t know. I guess... I guess it just became harder to distinguish the line between the monster and myself. I think... maybe helping people’s how I redeem myself, after everything’s said and done. Maybe that’s all that really counts, at this point”

His voice is quiet, just barely above a whisper

You lean up to plant a kiss on his neck, and he hugs you tighter

“Hey, you’re doing really good,” you softly reassure. “You’re not a bad person for what’s happened to you”

“...Thank you”

Neither of you say anything else after that

But you feel much more relaxed than you did when you first walked in

And next thing you know, you’re dozing off in his lap

He holds you for the rest of the night as you sleep, like the best pillow you could ever asked for

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #crp

[whataboutmyfries]

✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩

Noot Special!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!

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Oknutzy

✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.

✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)

Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10

✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps 

Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)

✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)

Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.

✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her &lt;3

Coops/ wolfstar

✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)

Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.” No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.

- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow

Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)

✩First Burn by @fruitcoops

Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.

✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)

oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.

✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely

LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it &lt;3

✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash

So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰

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Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much!  Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

Happy reading!

#the bedtime story project #noot special! #wolfstar #oknutzy #coops #lumosinlove ocs #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE NOOTS SO MUCH YALL THIS IS UNREAL #fries recs fics

[inquisimer]

to all who feel rain

sneaking in under the wire of OC kiss week day 2 with some somft, tooth-rotting fluff :3 @dreadfutures' Ixchel & Neria share a warm drink and a moment of peace.

read it on ao3 here

Female Lavellan & Female Lavellan | Rated G | 647 words | No CW

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Neria tripped through the mirror, soaked to the bone and dripping all over the tile. Ixchel looked up from the bar, already smiling. The bar was much more fun with company.

“Storm Coast?”

“Crestwood,” Wringing out her hair, Neria shook the cold and wet from her skin “Maker, why don’t the mirrors ever show up when I’m in Skyhold?”

“Give it time,” Ixchel chuckled. She grabbed a towel from the stack they kept on a warming rune behind the bar and tossed it in Neria’s direction. The elf patted herself dry, then finished the job with a simple drying spell that rippled the air around her as it flared over her skin and clothes.

“Tell me we have something hot to drink.”

Ixchel nodded, reaching for two mugs as Neria settled on one of the bar stools. There was a small cauldron simmering over a low-burning fire and she ladled the rich hot chocolate out in healthy amounts for each of them.

Neria wrapped her hands around the mug and drank deeply, shivering still as the warmth sank into her bones. She hummed and a slow, pleased smile stretched across her face. “Ahhh, that’s exactly what I needed.”

“Josephine can order it from traders out of Par Vollen, if you have coin.”

“Oh, we’ll find coin for that.”

Ixchel swung herself back up onto the bar top. Her bare heels kicked idly at the wood, bumping the oil lamp so the pooling light flickered and danced around them.

“So how is Crestwood?” she asked. Neria’s nose scrunched up and she sighed into her cocoa.

“Terrible, like everywhere is these days. And…odd, in many ways. Things that didn’t add up, coincidences that were a little too convenient.” She frowned. “Of course, we were traveling with Hawke, so my focus wasn’t particularly sharp. I probably just missed the connections that would make things add up.”

Interesting. Ixchel hummed her sympathy into her drink. She could offer little more than vague support—foreknowledge was a dangerous thing, when you held the future of many worlds over in your hand. Still, her steady presence was a comfort to Neria. She cupped her mug close to her side and leaned her head against Ixchel’s thigh.

“Seeking out the Wardens, then?”

“There’s really no other way at this point. I had hoped…well, that hardly matters now.” Neria sighed. I can only assume they have a good reason for whatever’s going on—Warden business rarely makes sense from the outside looking in. We just need to find the one person who can explain the apparent insanity to us.”

After so many years, Ixchel’s straight face was well-practiced. She wore it now, carefully drumming blunt nails down the edge of her mug. Nothing she could say would make much difference. Neria was simply venting in a way she only could to another Inquisitor—to someone who had been there, to someone who understood.

Ixchel set her drink aside and slid over the back of the bar. Another basket sat beside the towels, filled with soft blankets, each wrapped around a warming stone. She unfurled one and returned to her friend, draping it over her head and tucking it snuggly about her shoulders and neck. A shiver caught Neria by surprise—a rippling chill she hadn’t felt settle over her, chased away now. She offered up a grateful smile.

Ixchel stretched up to brush her lips across where Sylaise’ brands decorated Neria’s forehead.

“You’ll figure it out,” she said. “Freezing won’t help anyone in the meantime. Another drink?”

Neria nodded, her smile turning sheepish. Their fingers brushed as she handed the empty mug over, and again as Ixchel ladled it full and passed it back.

“Ma serranas.”

Ixchel gave her a knowing look, full of gentle understanding. “Rest, lethallin. The troubles of your world will be waiting when you get back.”

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #my writing #oc: neria surana lavellan #ixchel lavellan #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #dragon age inquisition #this was 100% inspired by the hot chocolate you made me btw blue

[dapandapod]

I want something soft. Sorry. Somfte. Like snuggling in blankets on a cold day, drinking tea or something with Geralt/Jaskier.

Yes hi hello my love! While most of europe is facing a heatwave, im sitting at home with blankets and sweaters. In July. I am very dissapointed. so this is me projecting. Ish.

Please enjoy <3

On Ao3 here

For being in the middle of the summer, it is very fucking cold. And by very fucking cold, we are talking drizzling rain, windy winds and double socks.

Yes, Jaskier is a dramatic man, but look, it is cold. Had it not been in the middle of the summer, it would have been ideal for snuggling up on the couch with blankets, tea and a book.

But it is in the middle of summer, and Jaskier refuses to accept the current temperature.

Sadly, their balcony isn't glassed in, or he could have pretended that the smattering of rain is the soft brush of waves, those angry clouds just passing by, soon to reveal a warm sun (or lamp) again.

But Jaskier will not be deterred. Armed with flipflops, his favorite pink swimming trunks, sunglasses, and a pineapple shirt. It somehow matches, he is rocking this outfit, and he will wear this outfit to the store to buy sun lotion.

Be the change you want to see in the world. Hope the weather listens.

The streets are predictably filled with puddles, his toes pink and sad and wet as he trudges on. At least the sun lotion is on sale, he notices, as he passes through the sliding doors, dripping all over their fake marble floors.

He grabs a pool noodle too, for shits and giggles. Why not? It is summer. It has to get warm at some point! Doesn't it?

Returning home to their shared flat is a little less victorious than he imagined. The strap on his left Flop? Flip? One of them snapped, and the walk home suddenly was a lot longer and a lot sadder. His toes now is an angry red and there is water dripping down his nose, making him sniffle.

Geralt was not there when he left, but he sure is there now, standing in the middle of the floor gaping, sweatpants, hoodie and a bowl of cereal a much more sensible choice for the temperature.

"What on earth did you do?" Geralt asks, staring at Jaskier, dripping wet in the doorway.

"It's summer. We need sun lotion." Jaskier says sadly, dropping the pool noodle to the floor with a wet slap.

"Jaskier. It's freezing. Get the fuck in the shower. Why a pool noodle??" Geralt puts down his bowl and steers Jaskier towards the bathroom.

"For the shits and giggles." Jaskier explains, kicking off his traitor floppeti flip, letting himself be steered.

Geralt touching him is always a win, no matter the conditions. Unless he is hitting him. Or tickling him. Anything but tickles.

"Get out of those clothes, you menace." Geralt sighs. "I'll make some tea."

"Best housemate ever." The door is closed behind Jaskier, who quickly obeys and enjoys the hottest shower this side of Mordor.

When he returns to their living room, his cheeks are rosy from the heat, his hair wrapped in a towel.

Vitality restored, Jaskier shuffles to the couch where Geralt is already sitting. It makes his hopeful little heart flutter when Geralt allows

Jaskier to creep up close, lean against his shoulder and sigh contently.

"Waaarm." He says, cheek smushed against his friend's arm.

"You silly creature." Geralt says fondly, grabbing the blanket from the floor where Jaskier left it last night, and throws it over both their legs.

" 's supposed to be summer." Jaskier pouts.

"It is summer."

"Tell that to the rain."

"Don't need to. Heard you muttering all the way up the stairs."

"It didn't listen."

"Poor you."

"Don't mock me."

Geralt snorts and Jaskier snuggled down closer under the blankets. It is terribly cozy, he can't believe Geralt lets him get away with cuddling. A rare treat he is not sure he deserves, but he'll take it.

From the kitchen, the water boiler whistles for attention, and Geralt stands up, leaving Jaskier feeling unbalanced. For a few minutes,

Jaskier just sits there, contemplating if he should wait, or just spread himself over the entirety of the couch.

Before he can make up his mind, Geralt returns with two steaming cups, one cup decorated with ponies in all shapes and sizes, the other a glittery rainbow.

"My hero." Jaskier sighs, accepting the cup, leaning back into Geralt as soon as he is sat down again.

They get comfortable, Jaskier blowing on his tea until it is cool enough to sip on, Geralt starting Netflix to pick a show for them to catch up on.

The opening notes to Stranger thing starts, and Geralt leans forward to set down the remote.

When he leans back, Jaskier almost chokes on his tea. Because now there is an arm behind his shoulders, a hand resting in the dip of his waist.

They don't say anything. Just rest against each other, watching the screen and ignoring the rain outside. It is warm and it is comfortable, old yet incredibly new.

He can feel Geralt breathe, his chest expanding, he can smell his shampoo, and when the monster suddenly appears on the screen, he clutches Geralt's T-shirt, his knuckles touching warm skin.

Suddenly the rain doesn't feel so bad. Maybe he could deal with another day or three like this.

Even if it means broken flipflops or useless pool noodles, he would trade it in a heartbeat, if it meant time curled up on the couch, being held through the scary scenes of a show he's seen twice over.

If it meant being closer to Geralt.

#summer struggles #geraskier #the witcher #modern au #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dapanda writes #i have yet to watch the latest stranger things so no spoilers pls <3 #couch cuddles #and they were roomies #or at least house mates #it counts #idiots in love #fluff

[waltwhitmansbeard]

I love Vamp Machina, I love the suffering and the angst, but I can please ask for some fluff and somft?

🍽️ Dinner date with Vaxleth in Vamp Machina?

Send me emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble this is the au!

There's so much that Vax can't do. Trips down to the beach and long walks through the park and a tour of the gardens in the center of the city. Lazy mornings in the first stray sunbeams and sunsets on the roof and photos during golden hour. There are so many ways, so many times he cannot bask in her light, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how beautiful he knows she'd be in the full glory of day.

So instead, he does this. Flowers at the front door. Holding out her jacket so she can slip her arms in. A moonlit stroll through town to an undisclosed location. The entire time she's peppering him with guesses, a twenty-questions style investigation to figure out where he's taking her—but he hasn't lived this long by spilling secrets too early. He even takes the long way, hoping the circuitous route throws off her expectations, which it does, so she's perfectly surprised when a quick turn between buildings has them stumbling out right on the edge of the property of the city zoo.

"The zoo?" Keyleth's face crumples in confusion. "It's...the middle of the night. They've been closed for hours."

Vax smirks and says drolly, "Oh no, they've been closed for hours. If only I weren't burdened with this deep, abiding respect for the laws and customs of mortals."

She makes a face. "We can't break in."

"Of course we can't." In a flash, she's in his arms and he's jumping, an impossibly high arc up over the outer wall that ends with an eerily smooth landing onto the pebbled walkway of the zoo interior. He sets her down gently. "We can jump in, however."

He watches her chew on her lip, her curiosity clearly starting to edge out over her better judgement. He helps her along by taking her hand, tugging her along. "C'mon. I've got it all set up over here."

There's a little spot just in front of the gray wolf enclosure, with unobstructed view into their rambling range and enough space on the ground for him to have set up a large picnic blanket, the basket waiting for them. Her jaw drops. "How...?"

He settles atop the blanket and begins pulling out containers of food. "One day, you're going to stop being surprised by the things I can do. I, for one, am very glad that day is not today." He pats the blanket next to him, and she sits. "I picked salads because I figure meat dishes are not ideal when we're observing wolves."

Keyleth grins, accepting her salad. "Why the wolves?"

Vax shrugs. "They're nocturnal, so they're going to be active while we're here. They're beautiful, of course, and...wolves lives in families, big communities where everyone takes care of each other. They're pretty inspirational."

She nudges him with her foot. "You're a big sap sometimes, you know that?"

He smiles, because it's true. Just then, one of the wolves comes loping closer to the giant glass barrier, and Keyleth gasps, watching the majestic creature as it passes by, its fur a silvery gleam in the moonlight. Vax can't look away from her awe, her fascination with the the scene in front of her.

"Oh, if he weren't incredibly deadly, I'd cuddle the hell out of him."

Vax pouts. "I thought I was the only incredibly deadly thing you wanted to cuddle."

She feigns thoughtfulness. "You know, werewolves are so furry and warm..." She lets out a shriek as he leaps forward to tickle her sides. "Kidding! I'm kidding!"

From a distance, one of the wolves lets out a baleful howl, and they freeze, the sound reverberating through their bones. It is haunting and beautiful and thrilling, and for a moment, they're not on the cement floor of a city zoo, but far away, deep in the wilderness, away from his baggage and her responsibilities, the only two people left in the world.

"This is amazing," she breathes, and when she turns her head to look at him, he's right there, waiting to capture her lips in a kiss. She tastes like the night air and her honey lip balm, sweet and crisp and warm.

#ask #ravendruid #do they fuck in a zoo? #i'll leave that up to you gentle reader #(yes ofc they do have you met me) #critical role #critical role fic #critical role au #cr fic #cr au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #tlovm au #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #my fic

[evil8keta]

could you do the mercs with a chubby/plus sized s/o?? love ur posts btw!!!!

heck yea!! chubby s/o for the win😎😎

mercs x plus sized reader

SCOUT

- thinks you're gorgeous asf and he WILL make sure you know that, so expect some cheesy pick up lines from him. he loooves showing you off and there's always a huge proud smile on his face whenever he talks about you in front of the others!! also, scout is naturally clingy, but your warmth and softness lure him in even further! congrats, scout is now your personal leech :)

PYRO

- they're chubby too so they can relate!!! pyro thinks you look absolutely awesome and they love you SO much ^_^ they adore how warm you are and how nice it is to hug you! due to them being chubby, they are pretty good at giving hugs....but damn if you're like that too?? you guys have top tier cuddling sessions for real

SOLDIER

- actually doesn't see a difference. this man fell in love with you before he even SAW you. he didn't realize you're chubby until you told him yourself lol. anyways soldier thinks you're the most beautiful person in the whole wide world and he treats you as such, meaning compliments 24/7! if anyone ever dares insult you because of your weight he will kill them on the spot dw bb

HEAVY

- he's also chubby!!! he's a very big man so if you're ever scared of feeling too "big" for love then forget those thoughts right now! heavy will always reassure you and remind you that you DO deserve to be loved!! (also he's gonna consider you tiny no matter what) he thinks you're beautiful just the way you are!! aaand he wants nothing else but to hold you and cuddle you

DEMOMAN

- chubby people are his type not gonna lie. he thinks you're sooo awesome and beautiful and he loves you so much. also demo totally does that thing with you when guys do pushups while their s/o is sitting on their back. he loves holding you!! you will often find yourself being spooned or carried bridal style by demo. world hard and cruel s/o soft and nice (his thoughts whenever you're around him lol)

ENGINEER

- he's ALSO chubby. and he's confident mind you, so if you ever feel self concious about yourself then don't worry!! he will always hype you up by showering you in sweet compliments and kisses. but to be fair, this man will love you no matter how you look. physical appearance doesn't matter to him at all!

MEDIC

- looooves you. i know i'm getting repetitive with saying how all the mercs love you but oh my God it is sooo true! anyways, medic loves touching you in literally any way. if you're somewhere next to him he's just gonna put an arm around you and scoot you closer to his body because you're so somft and warm oughh.... if you're not anywhere near him he's just gonna go find you and bring you to his lab so he can hold you there >:)

SPY

- NO DIFFERENCE, I REPEAT, NO DIFFERENCE! spy doesn't give a shit about how you look! if you managed to make this man fall for you he's gonna be DEVOTED to you no matter what you look like. he does enjoy how soft you are though... sometimes when you two are alone he just comes up to you and holds you. he doesn't say anything and just enjoys how nice and warm you are

SNIPER

- actually thinks you're an ANGEL. he's all boney and scrawny but you're SQUISHY and WARM!! i already mentioned that sniper loves physical touch but if you're chubby he's gonna be even more down bad. he's shy when it comes to initiating the affection, so he often just stares at you as if saying "hey love can we go cuddle now. pls" he just can't get enough of youuu

#team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #headcanons #keta writes

[dragonblobz]

Injuries: Chapter 9

@lilfriezatyrant here's the next chapter after a billion years 🤣 it's very somft 💜

It is the most awful retching that awakens you this time. Sunlight all warm on your skin thru the walls of the tent.

Your groggy mind tries to differentiate. The breeze crackling. The fire all alive still.

It is him. His voice. He’s gagging at something. You can hear the disgust in his voice as he grumbles.

“How can she eat this vile filth…..” more gagging.

You lift your face. Concern flooding you. What is wrong?

You sit up, still hearing this barrage of alien displeasure. Spy your blood stained shirt. Pull it over your head. Finally blink your sleepy eyes and peer around you.

The tent door is open. The nice breeze flows in and kisses at you. And it smells…… good.

Something is cooking. And he’s still cursing. You don’t understand some of the words.

Curiously, you rise from the cot. Shirt hem kissing at your lower thighs as you stumble from this tent. It’s very windy this day. You grasp at the trunk of a young tree as you look around your tent. And the sight that greets you…….

Lord Frieza. The awful terror that has destroyed everything you’ve ever cared about…..

He’s retching. Near the fire. Holding a stick in his hand. A stick whose other end is pierced into what appears to be thin strips of meat…….

You take in everything around him. The neat little pile of fish guts. The swiss army knife. Is he….. roasting fish??

You feel so odd suddenly. Just leaning your face in the bark of this tree. A smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. You almost can’t believe what you’re seeing.

He blanches. Bares his teeth. Retches again. And then brings his other hand to his teeth. There’s something in it.

The tiniest tearing sound. It’s a salt packet. He hisses in mock agony as he extends this hand. Eyes clenching shut as he sprinkles salt on this fish on the stick.

You feel giggles bubbling up.

“You’re so extra. It’s just fish.”

He stills entirely, salt still flaring down on the meat. Far too much.

“You’re awake then…..” He's staring. Utterly motionless.

You’re giggling at this scene. It’s almost a caricature. This awful handsome little alien. So horrified about a few strips of roasted fish.

“Uh huh…. I’m awake.” You rest your cheek against the bark of this tree. Smiling at him. Staring even as he is.

He scowls.

“I did not intend to wake you.”

You nuzzle at the bark. A subconscious action. Smiling the dumbest smile. He’s still very much statue still. Salt packet all empty in his outstretched hand.

“Don’t mind me. I won’t interrupt your breakfast.”

His nose wrinkles.

“My breakfast? I would never touch this abomination!”

Your smile gets all toothy.

“Did you make me breakfast, Frieza?”

A strange purple hue alights under his eyes. And he looks so angry.

“I assumed you would be hungry.”

You giggle again. You can’t help it.

“I am, actually.”

He huffs. Brandishes the stick at you as if it’s tainted in some way.

“Well….. here you are. I was going to bring it to you. But since you are here, you might as well partake.”

You release the tree and walk forward. Right up to him. Grin down at him as you take the stick from him.

“Were you going to bring me breakfast in bed?”

His face creases in confusion.

“Yes? Is there some human etiquette that prevents eating in such a place?”

You turn and sit upon the stump near the fire. Smiling foolishly at these burnt pieces of fish on this stick.

“Nope.”

You beam at him before plucking at a piece of fish meat. Blow on it. It’s still very hot.

He says nothing. Merely watches you.

It’s….. it’s awful. All burnt. Enough salt to turn your arteries to stone. You giggle madly as you chew it anyway. The flesh crunching between you teeth. Mouth still a little full as you speak.

“Nobody has ever brought me breakfast in bed before.”

He tilts his head, seemingly curious. Crouching. Not quite sitting. Knees on either side of his alien face.

“And they still have not. You aren’t in your bed, after all.”

You’re still smiling as you pop another over cooked piece into your mouth. More crunching. Not answering. Just smiling at him and chewing. He scowls again.

“Is it….”

“Passable? Uh huh.” You deliberately use his word. “I wouldn’t want any other breakfast.”

He huffs.

“You’re patronizing me, human.”

You pause in your chewing, smile fading. Just staring at him with wide eyes.

“No. I’m not. Thank you.”

He looks at you, lips set in a hard line. But he doesn’t huff anymore.

“You’re welcome, (Y/N).”

He simply watches you as you eat. Every piece. Of this burnt over salted fish.

You lick at your fingertips. Despite how awful the fish had been, you had still been very hungry. You grin at him again.

“Granola bars would have been much easier, ya know.”

He wrinkles his nose.

“Not better than protein. But next time, you’re cooking your own infernal fish.”

“Uh huh. Next time I will.” Your face hurts from all this smiling.

He rises from his crouch. Fluid and graceful.

“If you’re quite finished, we’ll get moving.”

You finally blanche.

“I’d better get my pants and shoes.”

He pauses again. Eyes dropping to your naked legs. You blush now, instead.

“I’m not traipsing into the wilderness with no pants, sir.”

He’s still looking at your legs as you rise. The corner of his lip twitches into a smirk as his pupils travel slowly up to where the material blocks any view of your thighs. His voice is almost a purr.

“You ought to realize by now that you’ll not be ‘traipsing’ anywhere. We will fly, of course. And I don’t think I should mind the lack of garment, hmm?” Those ruby eyes finally meet yours. And now he’s almost grinning at you. Lascivious.

Now you scowl at him. And he tilts that little chin back. Laughs delightedly.

“OHOHOOO! Very well then!” His eyes close and he gifts you with the most bullshit angel innocent grin you’ve ever seen.

“Put your garments on! I can always remove them whenever I choose.”

You splutter. Splutters which turn into giggles as you return to your tent.

“You ass. I love you.”

You can still hear him chuckling as you enter your tent. Spy your pants, and pull them on. No underwear. Oh well.

Boots too, this time. You simply put your dirty socks back on. Better than nothing. You remove your shirt just long enough to replace your bra before putting it back on.

You step out of your tent. Huffing loose strands of hair from your face as you study it.

“I guess we should pack up.”

“No need.”

You squeak as he sweeps you into his arms.

“We will simply use your hovel as our home base, yes? We can scout the city, and return here later.”

“The c-city?” You stare at his face with wide eyes. You haven’t given any thought to that nearby city. Not since the night you’d fled from it as it crumbled in flames at your back.

“Yes. The city. I spied many structures still standing when I was looking for that fish to mutilate for you. Perhaps there are more of those creatures you seem to think might help me. At the very least…..” He pauses to stare at you, suddenly so solemn.

“…At the very least, we ought to be able to find supplies for your needs.” His face hardens as his gaze lowers to your chest. To those brown blood stained lines across your shirt.

“If I have to keep looking at those, I fear I’ll simply slay anyone that recognizes me.”

You don’t even realize your hand is moving. Reaching up to cup his cold little alien cheek. Give no thought at all to how he must be LETTING you move his face. Directing his eyes back to yours.

“It’s okay. We’ll look for supplies. And we’ll look for your memories too.” You’re just wide eyed. He looks so angry. You don’t want him to be angry.

Whatever you’re doing, it seems to work. His face softens. And his eyes close as he rotates his face to nuzzle at your hand. Breath all cool against your palm.

“My memories. Yes.”

He looks back into your eyes. Doesn’t look away at all, even as your hair flutters in the breeze.

You are airborne.

#injuries fic #my writing #frieza x reader

[gabessquishytum]

hi hello today i bring you somft smut thoughts because the ending of your dragon fic has me craving some nice somno/cockwarming. so like... hob's just spent a couple weeks in the dreaming being the corinthian's toy. and he's had an incredible time, he'd happily stay longer, but also he does love his job and fall term is coming up so he really does have to go back to the waking and be a real person again. it's a hell of a transition, but he'd known it would be. what he didn't expect is that he just. can't get to sleep.

he didn't sleep, exactly, in the dreaming, but a human mind can only be alert for so long at a time so he'd kind of doze sometimes. and his lovers always took full advantage of the opportunity to cuddle (and fuck) him while he was all soft and sleepy. sometimes he'd doze in dream's lap, stuffed full of as big a cock as he wanted. sometimes he'd lay in bed with one of them spooned up behind him. but he'd always have one of them with him and inside him when he rested. and now he can't get to sleep on his own. he tosses and turns for ages, he eventually gets to sleep once he gets up and finds a nice plug to stuff himself with, but he still takes ages to fall asleep and he sleeps poorly.

dream comes by to check on him after a couple nights of this. hob didn't want to stay anything because he figured he'd adjust eventually and it just seems silly to have to ask the lord of dreams to come put him to bed. which dream's very quick to correct him on. sure, dream can't stay with him all night. neither can the corinthian, now he's back to his duties. but that doesn't mean they can't take a little time to care for hob in the evenings.

so every night, once hob's ready to go to bed, he sends off a quick prayer and dream or the corinthian will come as quickly as they can. sometimes they'll fuck. sometimes hob's tired and all he wants to do is sleep, and as soon as he's tucked into bed with a lover at his back and his hole nicely filled he's already drifting off to sleep. (they're encouraged to fuck him after he falls asleep, of course. he likes waking up and realizing they did, either because his thighs are a sticky mess or because he's still plugged full of come).

and especially like. just imagine when it's the corinthian who gets sent to the waking to put their human to bed. he's a nightmare, he's dangerous, he's monstrous. he's not supposed to be comforting to anyone. but he spoons up behind this impossible human and buries his cock in that lovely hole and hob goes boneless. he's got a predator at his back and he falls asleep in moments. the corinthian has no idea how to handle being loved like this.

-🐈‍⬛

This is SO PURE AND GOOD. cockwarming is my underrated fave. I just adore the idea of Hob becoming so adorably needy for his lovers - of course he doesn’t want to say anything about it, but after so much touch and stimulation in the dreaming he does feel so achy and tired. Usually he can sleep anywhere, anytime, but now he’s tossing and turning, hugging his pillows for comfort. It’s never enough though.

The relief when Dream and the Corinthian come to comfort him is immeasurable. He doesn’t have to go to bed alone. Either one or both of them is there to snuggle up with him, caressing his sore body and whispering sweet nothings to him. Sometimes work makes Hob feel so exhausted he actually needs to be carried off to bed, undressed and tucked in. He secretly loves the way the Corinthian is so gentle with him on nights like that. Hob clings to him, won’t let go until they’re both safely under the covers and the Corinthian is gently fingering him as he drifts off to sleep. Dream always drops by, even when he isn’t the one putting Hob to bed, just to check in on him. Most nights he’ll slip into the bed for an hour in the middle of the night if he can spare that much time. He’ll spoon Hob and make sure his dreams are sweet, and he’ll gently fuck into his sleeping body, warming his cock with his human’s lovely hole until it’s time to return to his duties.

And Hob is so grateful, even though he often wakes up alone. He’s always well fucked and he can feel soft kisses lingering on his skin. He never forgets to send a good morning text to the Corinthian (and a message to Dream via Matthew, when he drops by at breakfast). He’s so normal, and so human, and yet he’s insatiable and slightly insane. And Dream and his nightmare couldn’t love him more.

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #nsft #hobrintheus

[snowcoffeee]

i adore your story ashes wishes sooo much!!!! it's become such a comfort fic for me ����💞 the writing is just amazing!!! and the way the interactions are written (i love horror on the recent chapter,,, the fact he scared people out a table for mc is so cute 😭) I'm just so somft for the boys now,,

Thank you so much, it means a lot!! I'm trying to write something that gives the reader a warm, fuzzy feeling, while keeping up with a (mostly silly) plot. I'm so happy you like the bois<33 p.s. I'm planning to write more chapters with Horror:)

#answers #ashen wishes

[rosescries]

I sure hope we get some more time with Red or Edge in TSM.. despite what had happened, of course.. idk why my heart is so somft for them..💕🥰 the last few chapters make me want to hug Red sooo bad..

Here’s an idea: Skeleton’s reactions to a hug from MC? Lust and Mob too, if you want!

to the first part...... Hmmm. Maybe. :)

As for the reactions:

Honestly, most just freeze in shock.

Sans and Stretch are incredibly awkward about it, not really knowing what to do or if they're supposed to hug her back. They weren't expecting a hug from her! But after a few seconds, they'll hesitantly hug back. Almost melt from the warmth and comfort it provides.

Red, Edge, and Black just... freeze. They have no idea what to do and aren't really comprehending what's happening. The last thing they'd expect from Mc is a hug. Their thought process is kind of just: "Why is she hugging me? What is happening???? Is there a threat around? Did something scare her and I was just the closest skeleton to her??? What??? What??????" They're short circuiting, please give them a moment to reboot.

Blue just freezes for a minute, needing a second to process what's happening. Then he'll immediately hug back and just take in everything that hug gives him. It's been a while since he last hugged someone! He forgot how much he enjoys the feeling, how nice it is. He really appreciates it and the fact that Mc is willing to get that close to him!

Guns and Ace are somewhat used to Mc's affectionate nature, but not really used to it. They don't get hugs often and that safe, warm feel they get from it is really foreign to them. It actually... puts them on edge? In a way that makes them tense like they're expecting an attack. It's not.. unpleasant, they'd say. Just always unexpected, not something they're going to go out after at least.

Lilac, Charmed, G, and Aster are all used to the hugs as well, and enjoy them. Lilac and Charmed are more likely to make a sexual joke during that'll get Mc laughing, but they do just generally enjoy the close proximity. They know she's not looking for anything other than a friendly hug and they really like. G's just really laidback and enjoys the closeness of the action, and that she's comfortable enough to even give him one.

Aster is more likely to get one in the case of Mc deciding no, he's not going back down to his lab tonight. He's going to stay up here with the rest of them and relax. Thanks. This happens more than you think it would and yes, Aster is annoyed but he deals with it. And secretly enjoys it.

Mutt, Grey, Lunar, and Papyrus is already well accustomed to her hugs, but they both still love and melt right into them. They both love the warmth and safety the hugs give them, along with just the feeling of love. Grey and Lunar particularly like how they're able to scoop her up too, considering how small she is compared to them.

#i rambled about this more than i thought i would #i find red edge black and aster's kind of funny #the three fells are just so shocked #and i just find the mental image of mc clinging onto aster as he tries to go down into his lab hilarious #tsm asks #rosey answers #veryangryhorse