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[slaughtergreedy]

The Let's Fucking Cuddle Meme



action is fun and smut is nice and mysterious magical hijinks through space and time are the bomb diggity. and sometimes you just want to aggressively cuddle your friend/sibling/parent/pet/lover/acquaintance/this new person you are meeting now.

this meme is for just that: latching on and not letting go until that what/whoever has been cuddled.

how this works;
1. post your character with as much/little information as you want (name/series/preferences/whatever).
2. go to rng for a number for where and why the cuddles are happening. or just pick one.
3. respond to others.
4. cuddle. but like. really cuddle. no one is letting go until everyone is completely thoroughly cuddled.

a. where
1. by a heat source : because outside is cold but this fire/space heater/demon is warm and cozy and just right. winter is just getting started, okay.
2. away from a heat source : wow going out into the snow during a rainstorm a million miles from the nearest blanket was a poor choice--but wait. there's snuggles.
3. a private place : maybe you're watching a movie on the couch, maybe you're catching up on the newspaper in the breakfast nook, maybe it doesn't matter because whatever you're about to be cuddled.
4. a public place : cuddle time waits for no man or no "more appropriate" setting sometimes. out in a park, in an airport, in the middle of a food court--the time for snuggles is now and other people be damned.
5. somewhere else : if somehow a place which is unrelated to heat and/or neither in or outside. even in such a place there can still be cuddles.

b. why
1. the sleepies - it's been a long day and all you want to do is close your eyes for a bit. do this by claiming someone as a cuddle you can sleep on.
2. bad weather - heavy rain, thunder, blizzard, monsoon; these are things which ruin plans. luckily, they cannot ruin cuddles.
3. because surprise - is your buddy working too much and needs a distraction? are you being ignored when you need a hug? does the love just need to be spread? whatever it is, they won't see it coming until they're being snuggled.
4. activity conducive - maybe you're watching a movie or reading a book or squished together in a train car or dancing to the point of exhaustion or waiting in line for a thing. it's just super easy to change whatever you're doing into being a pile of cuddles. so do it.
5. so emotion very love - it's totally platonic but still totally overwhelming. the love you have for this person just needs to be expressed, and only a clinging of cuddles will do. hug them. hug them now and also forever.
6. jeepers creepers - was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream, a figment of your imagination, an actual serial killer? probably all. probably a nightmare ghost spider serial killer breaking out of your imagination. clinging to someone might fix it.
7. there, there, little friend - sick in bed, just been dumped or having some other sort of crappy day, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
8. that other thing - whatever, you do what you want. you go, cuddle friend. you do your thing.

lovingly squished together out of these memes and cuddled together.

Comments

[broil]

[His eyes are shut while the turmoil in John's head comes to an easy stop, brows knitted helplessly while he exhales through parted lips. He expects this to just be more torture for John, expects him to want to writhe away and deny any of this happened because of him, but instead he opens up the game and utters an I know twice.

Petre has to open his eyes to see what that means. To see the curl on his lips, to realize that what he was sure would be perceived as an attack was taken in full with pleasure. If he thought there would be guilt tainting their act of betrayal, he was wrong. Instead he's turned on his back and forced to lay down still, staring up at John with a new alertness in his eyes, searching his features like he's trying to find where the truth ends and the lie begins. This isn't what he thought would happen. It's what he'd want, yes, it's what the John he's so sure he knows should do, but in the end he almost believed that Ryan had shaped him up enough to be more pathetic than that.

But no. Here he is. Petre knew him better than he thought after all.]

You take them off.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[There will be pain. There will be regret, self-recrimination. If he allows himself time for them, which he doesn't plan to do - as soon as Petre's had his pleasure, he wants both of them out of here. A clean break from this life, as clean as his old house burning down, and the beginning of a life with almost as much promise as it once held. The loss of Petre's power will hold them back, but that only means a much more even playing field between the two of them.

Maybe that's what changed this enough for him to give in, at long last. Petre has real weaknesses now, even though he's still very much a threat without them, so it feels like this could actually be the partnership Petre tried to present while always keeping the upper hand.

Whatever's done it, John is glad to oblige Petre's demand this time, crawling down his body as he inches the pants down and finally off. Then he climbs right back up to tug at Petre's shirt, pushing it up around the armpits and leaving the rest to him while he turns his attention to all those scars he left behind on Petre's first night here. Bending low, he tongues every single one in its turn, paying no need to the fact that they aren't fully healed and may still be painful under that kind of pressure.]

I did a number on you, huh. [Curling his tongue into the dip of the bullet wound's scar.] That was stupid. You were never getting out of here without being caught. And you didn't wanna leave without me.

[broil]

[He inches around under John's grip, tilts his hips up into his hands and watches as his cock twitches just as the waistline pushes down against it, short little mutter in his throat until John's back up and pulling his shirt over his head, leaving his hair more disheveled than in their previous messing around. Once he's exposed completely his eyes are dull as they look up at the other boy, frowning slightly with every other word that comes out.]

Shut up.

[A breath that comes with a shudder. He isn't exactly resenting John's words, just brushing off what they're implying. That Petre might have been weak. Even at his lowest he had claws and teeth to fight with, don't he dare forget it.]

You could have thrown me out. Instead you - ngh - [He grunts as John's tongue pushes against another wound; the deepest of them all. It still hasn't scarred completely. It won't for a long time.] You helped me. You marked me.

[He turns and tilts his head, searches for John's mouth to take it in his.]

I belong to you, now.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[John just smiles indulgently at that. I belong to you now. Giving power, taking power, it's always the same game with Petre. If John had just taken what there was to take and not given so much purely through his attempts to avoid doing so, this all would've played out so much more easily. But he was working against himself in so many ways, not even aware this kind of attraction was possible for him; he's made it here now, and he knows the game.

And the game is definitely back on.

He allows Petre one kiss before sitting up on his haunches, sliding his hands down Petre's sides as he does. Once he's upright, he spits into one hand, then starts to rub the makeshift lubrication onto Petre's cock with rough, graceless strokes. This'll hurt, but it's the kind of thing into which he should be baptized by pain.]

You shut up. You're a broken fucking record, always have been. Open your mouth again and all I wanna hear is my name.

[And he takes a firmer hold of Petre's cock, sitting up just a little more to position himself over it and begin lowering down onto it.]

[broil]

[He's dutiful when John touches him again; when his hand grasps his cock and makes him roll his hips up until they're lifted off the bed just to be completely given to his hand. Petre is completely wanton, miles from where they first started this night, a sputtering mess of panic and trauma into the abuser of a boy's desire to stay loyal. They're both long gone now. It's passion and thirst that's shaping their bodies and their actions, it's a manic insanity that binds them together into the destructive potential Petre always knew he had. And what is destroying everything without destroying yourself, too?

He grins.]

Don't - tell me what to do - ah -

[The sight of John jerking him off, lowering himself - his hips push up again toward him.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're mine, remember? I'll -

[His words are cut off with a cry when Petre shoves himself into John much more quickly and roughly than he'd intended. The jolt of pain makes his whole body seize up, his face contort as he tries to adjust but knows he won't be given time; if he stops moving, Petre will just make up the rest of the difference. He has to force through this if he wants to keep the upper hand.

So he lowers himself around Petre completely, settling right against his body with Petre inside him and his whole body burning in a way nothing else can recreate - then draws a hand back and smacks him hard across the face. Full strength hard. And the open palm rather than a fist is very much deliberate.]

- I'll say what I want, and you should start listening.

[It's his turn to give Petre a look that almost echoes his own earlier words: I'm giving you what you wanted.]

[broil]

[The slap hits him with a loud clap, sudden enough to leave him dazed and staring back, cheek flaring red. John's never hit him - he threatened him numerous times, threw fire at him in the hopes that one day it'd stick - but there was never physical aggression.

Then again, they never had sex.

After the moment's passed, it's a vicious grin that lights up his features. They're both determined to make it hurt, and that's what makes them perfect. Their faults, loud and clear, could never be offered to anyone else. Not like this. They're meant to be, and he's locking onto that belief with all his drive.

So he pushes his hips up, pounding into John. It isn't the friction and pressure of his cock inside John that's blazing the sensations running through his body like wildfire; it's their connection, mad and rushed, violent and passionate.]

So make me, John, [He breathes, moan between every exhale,] Teach me. Make sure I remember it.