cuddle up

[memety]

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

[bellerophontes]

And right now, I'm not sure how you keep doing it. I mean, I thought the Wraith were bad...

[Sheppard's read The Hot Zone, and he hadn't been too creeped out by it at the time - but then, he'd been stationed in Germany at the time, and not having any kind of containment procedure between you and that shit is a different matter entirely.]

[atadiscoverer]

It's really not as bad as the Wraith.

[Carson can't think of anything worse than the Wraith.]

[bellerophontes]

I dunno about that. I mean, the Wraith can be outthought. They can be beaten.

[Creepy alien diseases, on the other hand...]

I say it because this might be my first time playing her and I have no regrets from this thread.

[twinfangs]

[Her hands slow their progression over his sides and hips but do not stop even as he shivers. She acknowledges his position, that he might be afraid or in pain, but he does not try to remove her. She touches him as if she can chase those old memories away, that she might not lose him again to some painful haunting once more.

The friction he gives her - his nose and lips along the side of her throat - is maddening. She wills herself not to interrupt, too engrossed in the sensation but with a want to do the same to him. She gets her chance when his lips slide up to her ear, his arms pulling her close, and she closes the gap between them to nip at the bottom of his ear, all lip and no teeth. Her fingers move in time with the movement of her mouth, even as she strays only far enough to kiss beneath where she's bitten. Hawke does not get the chance to smile reassuringly at him when he pulls away to kiss her, but she can kiss back with the same intensity, breathing in his Tevinter words and his scent all in one until he leans away.

Her eyes trace the curves of his shoulders and the lengths of his arms, gaze admiring. She starts to reach for him and then hesitates, hands pulling back. She removes her shirt and tosses it to the side but leaves the band over her breasts where it is (as that is something for him to remove, she thinks). Then her hands go back out, one beneath his chin to guide him back to her and the other pressing to his chest, tracing downwards. Her lips find the curve of his jaw and start their descent downward, over the brands in his throat and to his collar.]

1/

[odetothefallen]

[ No. No you won't.

You don't think you'll see the end, do you?

He can't even form a sheepish smile. Life has kicked him hard and finally he manages a guilty one instead. Allen didn't know how to exist in peace. He'd never had it from the first moments to his last, all he could envision was the fight.

It was where he belonged and he is falling down as she pushes him against the bed.

Here he lies in Avalon, the greatest of us all...

The question is one he knows. One asked of him so many times. The sheets still smell of them. Allen only needs to shut his eyes to bring back the memories like inhaling smoke. They're a gentle light of their own to keep his feet churning in the winter snow and summer mud.

He looks up into Lenalee's face and lifts his hand to touch her cheek. His fingers pass over it, brushing as gently as a bird's wing.


This is not a beloved who would watch for his return. This is a warrior in her own right. She will carry on even if he falls with his blood staining the earth.]

2/

[odetothefallen]

[His eyes fall shut for a moment.

Yes. As long as she won't break. As long as she's strong, he knows she'll live until the end. The light that burns like a sun that he's unable to see because he's blind.

Blind to what a world looks like when the struggles have ceased and men lay down their arms and let their hands fall.]

3/3

[odetothefallen]

[His hand falls to rest on the bed as he manages one of his soft smiles that always come about when he says something she won't like. His voice is gentle, coaxing and intended to lessen the blow.]

It's the only way I can feel alive. I belong out there. On the battlefield.

[He is after all a living weapon. While he is a person, if he's not out there setting the souls to peace, they have no voice. No words they can convey. they need him as much as he needs them.]

[intuitions]

[It's been difficult to keep her friendship with Naegi out of both the public eye and that of the idol industry. Platonic as it was, it would have given off the wrong impression. Girls in her line of work weren't allowed to date - it was considered as bad as smoking or acting like a delinquent. That was a big reason, too, why Maizono never acted on her feelings; she didn't have the time, there was her dream to consider, and her idol status would keep them apart anyway.

But still, it was nice to forget all of that for a little while.]

Hehe, too bad this isn't a romantic comedy or something. They could have had a happy ending.

[She leans on his shoulder, then, but only after deliberately returning her attention to the screen.]

[justification]

[Mami continues to smile, but her gaze flickers away from Sayaka's face, and she doesn't take that hand. Part of her wants to, of course - part of her has always wanted someone to reach out to her, to offer her comfort and a shoulder to cry on - and part of her will always desire that. But Mami has grown too used to loneliness and emptiness, and the habits of self-isolation to save herself from further pain run deep.]

Ah, well, it's not like there's really anything to talk about.....it was just a bad dream. Silly, really. I don't want to waste your time. Just go back to sleep, Miki-san.

[justification]

[She had resisted the offer to share the bed, as she had resisted the sleepover itself, but Yuna had managed to outstubborn her this once. That had always been the other girl's way, it seemed - to strike at Mami's walls over and over and over again until cracks appeared, until there were holes wide enough to let Mami bleed out and so succumb to Yuna's requests. She's curled tight against her bedmate, too deep in slumber to think of protesting the closeness that would normally fill her with both happiness and a sharp, prickly anxiety.

It's warm here. It feels safe in a way Mami's almost forgotten. She presses her face into the crook of Yuna's shoulder and her sleepy expression makes her look her age for once - like a young child still untouched by the evils and dangers of this world.]

[lunch_ticket_millionaire]

Sure, why wouldn't I be? My cute girlfriend just made me breakfast in bed!

[knight_of_discord]

[Sayaka frowns for a moment. Mami's always kept this weird kind of polite distance, and she really has no idea why. She's always been a little closer with Madoka, sure, but that shouldn't mean that the two of them can't be friends and trust each other with things too.]

All right, looks like I don't have a choice, then.

[Sayaka smiles now, reaching behind her to pull the covers and pillow from her bed to set up as a second makeshift futon next to where Mami is sleeping. Yawning and stretching, she places her hand atop the other girl's as she lies down.]

If you won't come up to me, I'll just have to come down to you.

[drank_the_milk]

Mmn...

[Yuna stirs a bit in her sleep as she feels the weight of Mami's face against her shoulder, shifting to make herself more comfortable as she wraps an arm around the other girl's waist. She's a lot more relaxed in general, rubbing her cheek gently against Mami's as she settles in for some sleepy mid-morning snuggles while they slowly wake up.]

[cerebral]

[Oh God, those images. That promise. If Charles could have his way, he would have them all. They would spend the next couple of hours, naked in the kitchen, doing every dirty thing imaginable until the first stirrings of the other household members. He lets out a series of moans as he moves his lips further down the length of Erik's cock, sucking, squeezing, tongue fluttering against the underside. If Erik was sore, he was only happy to relieve him.

And oh, but he wants to be fucked hard. Just the thought of Erik's cock filling him up, making hard, pounding thuds against him. He shudders, right there on the kitchen floor, in unadultered need. It makes him feel frantic and even a little greedy. He moves his hand away from gripping Erik's cock and pushes down even more, until his lips are almost touching the base. He remembers to breathe deep and looks up at Erik with eager, blue eyes. He knows how much you like this, Erik. He knows exactly what you like.

The next minute, his hands grip against Erik's hips, nails digging into his buttocks as he urges him to move. And as much as Erik dislikes it when he enters his mind, he lets out a little mental plead: fuck. And to reinforce the message, he groans around him once more.

His eyes don't break contact. He wants Erik's approval, wants to see him enjoy himself. He'd happily offer up his body any second of the day for him. It was a surprise they ever got anything done, sometimes.]

[technologic]

[A blink before April blushes faintly.] O-oh, um... I-I'm glad I made you happy...

As it should be, then. Your Hawke is good and you should feel good. u.u d

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[Any questions he might have had about her hesitation are answered when she pulls her shirt off and discards it- so much unimportant fabric. He drinks in the sight of her, the sweep of her collarbones, the fullness of her breasts, still bound--although he will be more than willing to deal with that--the subtle lines of toned muscle under the smooth skin of her midriff leading into the flare of her hips. It stirs a jumbled collection of memories from their first night, when clothes had been quicker to come off and he had barely given himself time to appreciate the sight of her bared to him.]

[Those memories are mixed- tangled, really, with others. Older ones. Things he thought he'd lost forever; the memory of Hawke's body against against the sheets sharing the same thought as a long forgotten face. He tries not to think about it, tries to push it away and not let it show, his eyes closing as Hawke draws him forward by fingertips and presses her lips to his jaw. He lets the warm trail of her mouth draw a low sound from him as he tilts his head back, his own hands pressing against her back and her name on his lips.]

Thank you! Your Fenris is absolutely spectacular, I hope you know.

[twinfangs]

[Her mouth trails lower, covering the markings on his throat one by one as if in reverence. Her lips eventually find the dip in his collarbone and press there for a moment, a swipe of her tongue following close behind. Her hands trail down his neck and over his shoulders, skimming taut muscle in admiration as she has before.

She maps out his body with her hands, not by markings but by his muscles, skimming down his front and over the hardened edges of his body. Hawke moves herself up only to return her lips to the underside of his chin, to his jaw, and to his ear, where she whispers his name instead of words she knows she could say but doesn't trust her heart to say them. There will be another time for them, she knows, when they're both more certain about one another.

For now, she chases any other thought out of her mind besides that of Fenris, all of him, a mantra drowning out her own heart beating in her ears.]

*flails* thank you!

[tevintersdreadwolf]

[His breath shudders in his lungs and he has to stop his fingers from digging into Hawke's skin with each kiss, the gentle attention paid to those lyrium lines offset by the stroke of her hands, equally as gentle but distracting in ways that coiled in the pit of his stomach instead of stirring old agonies. He recoils so often from touch, too used to everything his life had taught him comes with it: pain and submission. Control. Even the lightest touch was a command- fingers at his elbow, a hand against the back of his neck. There was no kindness in any of it.]

[But with each stroke of Hawke's hands, she wipes away a little more of that, leaving new memories behind. Ones that are warm and caring. Sensual. Hers.]

[Her tongue laps at the hollow between his collarbones and he groans, a shudder running down his spine. Maker. As she kisses her way back up, he sets his fingers to the laces keeping her binding tight around her chest, deftly undoing the knot even as he turns his head and brushes his lips, then his teeth carefully against the corner of her jaw. He tugs with a thinly controlled impatience at the laces, loosening them before bringing his hands around, fingers splayed against her ribs. His head turns then and he finds her mouth, kissing her with a passion stoked by her hands and her lips and her words, needy and full of heat.]

[His hands push up, fingers sliding under the loose fabric, shoving it up and over her breasts before he tugs it free and sends it to join her shirt. She's pulled in against him then, skin to skin, strong arms firm around her, his hands relishing in the uninterrupted curve of her back and shoulders.]

[atadiscoverer]

An illness is the same as an alien, only smaller. You just need to know how to fix it.

[twinfangs]

[The first time they did this, things moved so quickly that she didn't get the chance to know what might have hurt him and what he was amenable to. It had been a tangle of clothes and limbs, and she had wondered if maybe she had thought to slow down, perhaps things would have been easier on the both of them that first night. She can't take back what's happened - and she doesn't want to, actually - but she's more than content to slowly progress through the motions this time if it means having him longer, finding the little places that make him groan just like that, and knowing where to avoid if it comes to that.

Her mouth brushes his skin as she works her way back up ever so slowly, a smile working its way onto her face when she feels his fingers working with the knot of her chest binding. It gives her the opportunity to duck her head in closer, leave kiss after kiss on his throat and by his ear, just up until he finds her lips again.

Hawke thinks to move her arms up for him to reach the band around her body only belatedly, when she realizes the knot's come undone, and then she pulls herself back into his arms and kisses him once more. Her breath catches in her throat, her body flushed to his, warm and safe and inviting. Nearly overwhelmed by the sensation, she tilts her head up to kiss him better, fit her lips to his, and sigh into his mouth. Her hand reaches up and rests on his cheek, thumb brushing affectionately across his cheekbone.]

It might make things easier if they did, just sayin'

[magerights]

[Anders glowers a bit at Fenris' back, unable not to feel at least a little jealous of the attention Fenris is getting. Or perhaps annoyed that he's not getting much attention, although who from he's not entirely certain.

So obviously the best way to deal with that is to also make himself comfortable against Garrett's side, pressing his torso to Hawke's and seeing if he can entwine their legs a little. If he can get away with that, he'll also wait until they're all comfortable again before rather deliberately starting to kiss Garrett's neck.]

[justification]

[Her thin, girlish eyebrows knit together - a flash of something that's almost irritation, if one directed entirely at herself and her failed attempt to persuade Sayaka that she was fine, just fine, utterly and completely fine. After all, if she hadn't let her mask of composure slip, things wouldn't have come to this. Surely, definitely, Sayaka would have otherwise taken Mami's words at face value and rolled back over on her side. Mami doesn't say anything as the other girl makes her move....just watches her with tired, dimly perplexed eyes. Even as Sayaka settles down beside her, Mami stays upright, her worn-out nerves bristling with tension.

After a moment, she carefully takes her hand back.]

As long as you go back to sleep, I suppose it doesn't really matter.

[knight_of_discord]

All right, I promise.

[Sayaka gives Mami's hand a gentle squeeze as she settles in, turning her body toward the other girl. There's just enough light coming from the face of the digital alarm clock to illuminate the soft smile on her face and the warmth in her eyes as she tries to comfort her friend.]

It's okay... we're friends, right? So I'll be here, even if you don't feel like talking.

[It's said through a yawn as she closes her eyes, but sincere enough all the same.]

[justification]

[For a long moment, her own gaze is cold as Mami takes in Sayaka's expression - it holds a hard glint that might be frustration or envy. Or both. Her teeth grit hard enough to make her jaw ache; oh, how she wishes she could relax as easily as that. That she could brush off these painful, hateful memories clinging to her with a grip that was clawed and desperate, could blink and merely forget the nightmares that so often filled her skull.

But the uncharitable thoughts retreat, as they always do and always will for as long as Mami's kindness still manages to outweigh her bitterness. A quiet sigh as she closes her eyes, feeling some tight, brittle part of herself melt a little.....then Mami finally follows Sayaka's lead and lays back down. They're not face to face, but they're closer than before, and the comfort that was only ever Sayaka's intention at last succeeds in slipping through the cracks of Mami's defenses.]

...I know. Thanks, Miki-san.

[lunch_ticket_millionaire]

Next time I'll make some for you!