Cuddle Meme

[waitingforsin]

CUDDLE MEME

what to do:
☆ post a comment with your character's name and fandom or preferences, if you have them.
★ use the magic RNG 1-12 to pick the cuddly scenario. or not.
☆ then cuddle it out!

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

coding taken from erotiquely

Comments

Rolled a 9. Prepare for Tyrion blanket

[pimpedlion]

The battlefield was strewn with dead, with every cloak of the rainbow represented but now dyed red thanks to the spears, arrows, axes and swords of the Lannisters. Yet again Tyrion had managed to survive somewhow and every time he made it through a battle he wondered what gods looked down upon him to grant such an irony. Bigger, stronger, more battle-hardened men fell before him while he, the Imp of Casterly Rock, rode back to the tents with only flesh wounds.

He was drunk, naturally. And now he was lost. Shagga was dead, he reminded himself as he searched out the clansman's laugh amongst the boisterous feel of the war camp. He could not be called to bed by that clarion sound. Eventually Tyrion's legs were too sore to continue as was his mug of ale dry. The next large tent he came to he stumbled inside to find a spot to rest for the night: I do not take up much room, he told himself. The owner will not mind.

Tyrion found the tent was not as large as it had looked from the outside, or that the owner of this tent was some sort of giant among giants. He no longer cared. The bruises on his ribs were throbbing and his legs felt like they had needle pricks all along the joints. The man was snoring softly, and Tyrion simply draped himself over. He was asleep within seconds.

pfft, what a tiny blanket, hardly fit for feet.

[god_of_thunder]

The owner of that tent did not wake until the hour of the bats and a thick orange dusk crept through the linings of his tent. A taunting of dawn and Thor rolled to his side, intending to put the light to his back, but what he felt slip off of him was far more alerting than simple dusk(or)dawn light. "Uh––" First he thought it was someone's hunting dog that had come to lick the giblets of meat and stains of wine from his beard and chest. But the feel of skin and an oddly shaped head came to his palm and his second thought was a whore looking for some easy coin in the midst of a devastating battle. But no thoughts came to conceive that this was Tyrion, son of Tywin. Once that was revealed Thor found himself all the more awake and now shaking the small body in hopes to wake the imp.

What if he was dead? "Tyrion–– there is no path to death here, do not die upon my breast." How horrifying that would be. Not even a backwater whore would kiss his chest then for the curse that would surely derive from this.

more fit for a shoal, to strangle you with! hdu

[pimpedlion]

Tyrion did not wake when he was slumped off so, it wasn't until he was spoken to he began to rouse, with a loud and ungainly snort. His mismatched eyes blinked open and then shut tight, a pained moan came from him and Tyrion mourned for the taste of his own foul breath upon his lips. What had the swill been in his mug last night? His side had a stitch in it and his legs were completely locked up with soreness and cramping.

His mind came awake much faster than the rest of him and already he had a retort, coming out with that foul breath. "It is not a man's breast I intend to die upon, good knight. Be kind and fetch me some bread, and sweet honeyed milk."

still too short :'c

[god_of_thunder]

Thor's brows rose and his mouth parted with a small gasp. Then his hand pushed at the imp, toward the edge of the bed and refrained from shoving him off, though the threat was there. "Nay! Get the bloody food yourself!" He took back his hand and rubbed at his face. "Ne'er I been so out of my wits I found a man's chest to lie across for a search of comfort! Tis a whore you be needing, not sweet honeyed milk, but the cold truth that, they're likely the only comfort we will find out here in the battlefields."

[pimpedlion]

"Need I remind you of who it is you would be fetching a breakfast for, knight? And it was not your chest I needed but a bed and in the dead of night they were well enough the same for my needs." His head was pounding, his stomach in knots. Tyrion was simply lying there where he'd been shoved to and he was making a point of it, though more so, he was simply too sore all over to move himself without looking like a fish out of water.

There was no chance at all the soldier didn't know who he was. There was only one imp in Lannister colors and he was it. "Quickly now, before I call in your commander and let him explain your outrage."

[god_of_thunder]

Thor chuckled and settled himself back down on the bed, occupying the opposite edge. His own point quite obvious. "Aye, I know who you are. The Imp, Tyrion, ––drunkard.. whatever it is you prefer I call you, it will not be yes ser.. For I too, am of importance and am kindly fighting your bloody Lannister battle, but will not subject myself to a page, squire, or wench." A snort. "So, now that we have both established our likeliness of greatness, kindly not snore so loud for it was my meaning to sleep yet longer."

[pimpedlion]

"Then trouble yourself not for your Liege Lord's son," Tyrion bit back, eyes narrowing at the stubborn oaf. "Trouble yourself for the man who may well spill the contents of last night's overcooked lamb upon your cot here and then see how much trouble it is cleaning it compared to the trouble it would take you to fetch me some bread."

As his words bit from his annoyed tongue Tyrion focused his eyes wondering just who it was he had draped himself over hours before and found himself looking at none other than Thor son of Odin, quite likely the largest and strongest man on the battlefield today. Tyrion had no doubt that the knight could swing him from the tent and be done with it. He lips pursed and he moved one hand to sit himself up slightly, wincing at the pain in his side.

"Please."

[god_of_thunder]

Thor turned his sights over his shoulders and sighed with a noise of something irritable but not clear enough to make out. When he stood he was but in his skin and peaked his head out the tent, letting in the night's cool touch against his warm skin. "You there!" He exclaimed. "A bath, food, and milk with bitch's nectar! Quickly!"

Then he returned to the bed and plopped down and covered himself back up with the thin doe-skin. "Tis done, be grateful. Liege-Lord's son."

[pimpedlion]

Tyrion waited quietly but impatiently for the items to be brought, and the smell of the milk made him glad that he had. While the pages set up the bath Tyrion was grinning for it was the size of bath a huge man like Thor would require, not himself. The irony was not lost him as the bread was settling his stomach tremendously and the sweetened milk doing wonders for his breath.

"I hadn't thought a dip in the lake would be in my cards this morn' but lo', one must never give up hope." Before the page left Tyrion bade him help undress him from the same leathers he wore that night. More than once he grimaced but soon enough, with help from the boy, he was nose deep in the water with the boy gone and himself and only Thor remaining.

"Now all I need is a woman whose breast I might sleep on, no offense to you Knight."