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cuddle up

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!

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[Sayaka makes a satisfied little 'mmmm' sound in response, scooting a little closer to Mami as she drapes the blankets back over them both.]

Anytime.

[Now flanked by his favorite male apostate and elf, Garrett is compeltely content! And now even more so when he gets kisses, too. What did he do to get such a nice morning? Even if his sleeping was interrupted and Anders did the sparkling thing at Fenris and Fenris got all murder-y.

He tries to snake an arm around Fenris, unintentionally leaning his head toward the elf's as he tries to give Anders a bit more necking room.]

[He gulped. Because while this is not probably the first time it happened, it still is pretty unnerving to be this close to an idol singer, while watching a horror movie.

Taking a while to imagine all the jealous faces of every male that idolizes her, Naegi immediately shoved those thoughts to the back of his head and felt glad that at least this is kept a secret for now.]

...Well, happy endings tend to be overrated sometimes, anyways. N-not that I hate it or anything...!

[She feels even better than he remembered against him, the press of her breasts against his chest and the way her hips settle perfectly against his- the memories do it no justice, even still half clothed as they are. He answers her sigh with a soft, pleased hum and breaks the kiss only to lean his forehead against hers, eyes closed as he simply soaks in the feeling for a breath or two.]

[Then he's sliding one arm under her, taking her weight as he moves to rise to his feet. With most of her armor gone now, it's no great struggle; he's lifted larger men than her off their feet with little problem. Mindful of everything they've left scattered about, he carries her to the narrow bed shoved off into a corner of the room and sets her down on the edge.]

[He could have laid her out against the sheets, or pulled her down with him, but instead he captures her wrists with deliberate care to keep her from trying to stop him as he sinks to his knees at her feet. Years ago, he'd made a promise to himself that he would bow to no one ever again, that he would sooner die fighting on his feet than to submit... but this is not the same and Hawke has already humbled him in ways that he hadn't known possible.]

[Green eyes catch blue as he looks up at her, holding her gaze for as long as he can as he leans in before pressing his lips to her breastbone, against the center of her chest.]

Yeah, of course I am, so really, don't worry!

[Because he's totally fine and everything!]

[For all that he is a warrior, hardened by his years as a slave and his training, Fenris is impossibly gentle in how he moves and touches her. She's seen those hands tear into enemies without a second thought, rip out hearts and throats. But his fingers flit across her skin, soft and warm, and she rests against him comfortably, forehead to forehead.

Her arms tighten around his shoulders once he lifts her and Hawke ducks her head against his throat once more, lips dragging across the side of his neck, beside his markings. She stops only once he's set her down on the bed and pulled away. She starts for his shoulders, to pull him down with her, when he takes her wrists.

There's confusion written in her eyes as he bends down and her fingers spread themselves out, wanting to touch him, to hold his hands if that's what he would want. But he's on his knees, holding her hands still, and she doesn't know what he's trying to show her. Not at first.]

Fenris.

[Her eyes stay on his through it all, searching for an explanation in his gaze as he leans in to her body. As if on cue, she inhales, torso tensing as his lips find her skin. And then she relaxes once more, a sigh escaping her. She reciprocates by rubbing her fingers against the insides of his wrists even as she bows her head to watch as he continues, the sight of him spinning coils in her stomach.]

[It's a selfish desire, to want a moment where she can't touch him in return, where he can lay his attention upon her without the distraction of reciprocation. He presses another kiss to her chest, just below the previous one, then a third, open mouthed this time, lips and then tongue.]

[Still holding securely to her wrists, he licks at the valley between her breasts, a quick, warm swipe of his tongue before his lips are pressed to swell of one. There's a carefully controlled desire in the way his mouth moves against the tender skin, lips and tongue in equal measure until he reaches her nipple and closes his mouth around it with a low, pleased sound that rumbles in the back of his throat.]

[A shuddered breath follows his path as he continues downward, her fingers curling into his wrists reflexively. Hawke can do little else but let him dote on her, a faint smile playing on her lips with every brush of his mouth across her skin. She can feel his breath ghosting over her breast and she shivers, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth to worry at it.

Toes curling in her boots, she unconsciously swallows the tension in her throat even as a sound escapes her. It's something between a whimper and a hum, her body responding to his touch.]

Whew, that's good!

[Leaning her head on his shoulder - although this time she's careful not to knock into him with her head!]

[ Charles already has it; all of Erik's approval, all of the way he desires him, sees only him when he fucks him like this, when they're laid bare in the emptiness and nothing else matters. If Erik had his way, really, he would have had Charles at every moment of every day -- every chance he had to spread Charles beneath him and make him cry out, completely undone.

The directive is a clear signal, and while Erik hates when Charles uses it, he makes an exception of it. After all, it's Charles' kiss-reddened lips wrapped so greedily around his aching cock, so hard and hot in his mouth. It's Charles' beautifully blue eyes the color of cloudless skies that bore into his own, as if reading every thought that crosses his mind, lurid or not. Then again, knowing Charles, the man probably is.

And so Erik lets Charles know without words how beautiful Erik thinks he is, how gorgeous he looks on his knees and working his cock. He begins to thrust, in long, slow strokes -- deliberately fucking his mouth just the way he knows the other man wants it. He, too, knows exactly what you like, Charles. Cradling the back of his head firmly, he begins to fuck him in earnest, his cock large in his mouth and pushing mercilessly against the back of his throat and just a little further.

Beg nicely. Beg me to fuck you, Charles.

He wants to be deep inside him, he wants to hear Charles groan, to need him -- before the night is over, Charles will have what he desires; Erik pounding into him with all the viciousness and passion of a wild animal. His foot rubs up against Charles' cock as well, stimulating him with ease -- Erik has always been a generous lover, and would never let Charles go without.

Look what you do to him, Charles. ]

[The trick is in the breathing. Want is raging within Charles, but he focuses on a pinnacle of calm, breathing deeply and keeping his throat relaxed as Erik fucks him again and again. If there's any discomfort, it doesn't matter. Submission is interesting like that: there's the adrenaline rush from the need for sex and the fight against any pain, and the endorphin release to combat it. The rougher it gets, the better it starts to feel.

Charles continues to look up at Erik like he's the only thing that matters in the world. His cheeks burn in delight when he picks up the image of himself in Erik's mind. And when he's told to beg...

Please - an image of him bent over the kitchen table - fuck - on all fours - me - against the wall.

And he makes a noise that's half moan, half whine. The foot rubbing against him brings some relief, but it's not enough. He wants more, and soon.

Please, Erik, I'll be good. And he looks up again with those pretty blue eyes. I need your cock inside me so badly.]

[And he's going to just hug her since god you're just too huggable.]

[He drinks in the little sounds she makes, the hitches in her breath and the the way her fingers press into his wrists. It's welcomed encouragement; he wants to be gentle with her- to be careful this time not to let it run away with them. Both of their lives offered so few opportunities for tenderness that it seemed more important now; even more so for Fenris for the sheer newness of it.]

[He laves his tongue across her captured nipple before letting go, a lingering kiss placed to her other breast before he lowers his head and trails his lips down to her stomach. He releases her hands then, freeing his to stroke down her sides as he nuzzles against her warm skin, breathing in the scent of her. And if he wasn't already having to control the urge to get rid of the rest of their clothes a little faster than necessary, he might have been content to stay right where he is.]

[But he has no desire to ignore his body's yearning for her and his hands continue on, past her hips and down her legs to tug at her boots. His teeth nip gently at the curve of her stomach before he tilts his head back up to look at her, eyes dark and intent but his expression warm.]

[Fenris could do without the mage, but he puts up with him for Hawke's sake everywhere else so he says nothing of it. And in a sort of silent apology for the rude awakening, he even lets Hawke hold him, no protest made to the arm that goes around his waist. He might have been content in the moment to doze for a while, Hawke's warmth making him sluggish again, but apparently Anders had other ideas.]

[He lifts his head when Hawke's tilts closer, confused for the split second it takes to notice Anders and the attention he's paying to Hawke's neck. Maker's breath. Really? He grumbles something rude in Tevinter and frowns disapprovingly at Anders, but in his favor, he resists the urge to actively disrupt the mage.]

[The feeling of his lips on her skin linger even after he's pulled his head away, a faint buzzing in her veins and liquid tension in her limbs. She shifts, leans in, selfishly desiring more of what he can give her as his hands run down her sides, tantalizingly slow. With her lips tightly pressed together, a hum escapes her instead of a moan, which stays caught in her throat.

Freeing her hands only gives her more of a reason to reach for him, fingers ghosting over the sides of his face and into his hair, carding through the fine strands as his lips descend lower still. She forces control on herself, spindly rogue digits slow for once, gentle in their ministrations. She's not groping for a dagger or disarming traps; she's attempting to express affection with every swipe of her fingers over his skin, even from her disadvantaged position. She bends over so her fingers can slide lower, over his neck and to his shoulders, gliding her knuckles over his skin.

Fenris' hands pass her hips and thighs and travel lower, down to her feet, where his intent is clear. Hawke's eyes find his and she smiles, longing written all over her gaze. She'd divest him of his clothing first if she had her way, rushed touches and eager bodies, but she holds off. Her heel digs into the back of her boot, helping him remove the worn leather from one foot before moving on to the next.]

[Oh well if this is going to be a hug session she will gladly hug him right back! They can be green jacket/cloak hugging buddies.]

[ Those pretty, pretty blue eyes will be his undoing someday. Erik is drawn to him, terribly so, hopelessly so, and he's combing his fingers through his hair and drawing him nearer. Setting a proper rhythm and finding mercy even when the lust and desire burns hot in his veins, Erik stifles a quiet groan. Charles is so very pliant against him, he could sense it -- eager and willing in so many ways that thrill Erik to no end.

It's his submission that Erik craves when his eyes lid and he takes what Charles gives. The images make his cock twitch, the thoughts in his head full of only Charles, his previous nightmares chased to the back of his mind.

He pulls away then, watching the strand of saliva when he reluctantly draws his cock out of his lover's mouth. The loss of his slick wet warmth makes him want Charles to take it back in his mouth again, to want to see the way his come would look spattered on that lovely, lovely face. But there is time for that later -- when they've taken the edge off the desire and lust. However, a quick glance around reminds him of a glaring absence -- they don't have lubricant. He tugs Charles back up against his body with a soft noise of frustration, quite unwilling to go all the way back upstairs for it. His cock pressing hard against Charles' thigh, he murmurs roughly. ]

I don't have lubricant. Do you --

Um--

[He wipes at his mouth, thinking for a moment, before pulling away from Erik in order to investigate the pantry. A moment later and he's back with a bottle of olive oil. Let it never be said Charles lacks an ability to think with his feet (or other body parts).]

This will do.

[He unscrews the cap and pours a sparing amount into one hand before rubbing both palms together. It feels warm by the time he glides his hand up and down Erik's cock with a slow stroke. And another. And he leans up to whisper in Erik's ear:]

I am so, so tight right now. I want you to play with me, then take me harder than I've ever been taken before. Please.

[With that, he turns around and positions himself against the counter, looking into those steely eyes over his shoulder with a taunting smile. He's right here, Erik. Pert ass in the air, ready to be slammed into.]

[ ...Olive oil.

Erik is never going to look at that particular bottle the same way again, especially when it warms up in Charles' hand and it's all Erik can do not to buck into the touch, the slick way his hot palms slide against his cock. Charles is far too talented at this for his own good, he thinks absently; but he's reaching out for that bottle as well, pouring a little more his fingers to slick them up.

Charles might be a terrible enabler -- and Erik might be scant inches from fucking him senseless right against that kitchen counter, but he likes to think that he retains some form of self-control (tenuous as it is), and he smiles in return, meeting his gaze. As much as Erik desires Charles, hurting him because of this is something that repels him, and what he does is admire the view; right before he parts those lovely, perky cheeks and this time, he's the one on his knees, his tongue briefly touching against the puckered ring of his hole. ]

Play with you, is it? Spread your legs further. Let me see you.

[Spread them. There were few words that Charles liked to hear Erik say more than those. As soon as he feels that touch to his rear, his legs part almost of their own volition. His hands splay out on the counter, needing to prop himself up in some way.]

Erik...

[It's as much of a moan as it is a plead. Charles may be impatient, but he liked the drawn out moments before finally having his desire fulfilled. He craves those touches from Erik, before the full force of their fucking. It made it all the more satisfactory.]

Erik, please.

[Charles wants him, needs him, more than he'll ever know.]

[Noting the movement out of the corner of his eye, Anders glanced up, met Fenris' gaze, and smirked before very deliberately dropping his lips to Garrett's neck and sucking at the skin with the obvious intention of leaving a mark. Hopefully the meaning would be clear enough: Mine.]

[ What Charles craves, Erik definitely sees fit to provide, pressing him apart further before he pushes his tongue into him, a teasing, tantalizing touch before he draws away and pushes his finger inside him. The tip of an oil-slick finger, then further inside as he feels his lover's body stretch just a little to accommodate. It's simple enough, really, and Erik ducks his head to press kisses against the softness of Charles balls, taking his time to play with him, to reduce him to a begging mess.

Charles, always so very put-together, is charming in his pleas and his shameless enjoyment of their foreplay. His entire finger sinks into him now, and soon he will push in another, but for now -- ] I sometimes wonder if you would come just from having my fingers inside you. [ He fingerfucks him slowly, deliberately, now moving up to press kisses against the small of his back, admiring the paleness of his skin. ]

Or if you could only come if it's my cock inside you.

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Oh God, oh God.

[Charles tenses at first, tight and reflexively trying to push the finger back out, but quickly relaxes. He closes his eyes and lets his body rock against the finger inside of him, pressing his mouth against the back of one hand to muffle the moan threatening to escape him. Eventually he begins to sink down until his face is pressed against the cool counter, making obscene little noises as he lets himself be fucked and played with.]

One day we'll have to find out. [The thought is enticing and he idly wonders how many fingers he could take inside of him, how they would feel curled against his prostrate, how fast Erik could fuck him. There's a loud drawn out moan, before he breaks off to beg:] But -- oh God, Erik, I need your cock.

[It's said between gritted teeth. He's quickly reaching that critical point before he devolves into mindless begging.]

[He arches his shoulders against the soft brush of her hands, a pleased hum of his own answering her affection as he turns his head and presses a lingering kiss to the inside of her elbow. There's the hints of a groan in the sound, his body mounting a steady protest against the pace that his still troubled heart demands. He wants her, but he wants this to be right even more.]

[Her first boot is discarded off to the side and he takes a moment as he works one-handed on her other one to stroke his fingers over the bridge of her foot, a hand that's crushed hearts and broken necks infinitely gentle against the small bones when he cups her ankle. It's odd in a way, this little part of Hawke that she always keeps covered, even in her own house. It strikes him as intimate in a way that he'd never really bothered to consider.]

[He sends her second boot to join the first and it's then that he pushes himself up, hands sliding back up her legs to bare skin, fingers spreading over her sides. His touch continues upward as he levers a knee up onto the bed beside her and leans over, his nose nudging against hers affectionately, hands cupping her ribs, then her breasts. There's an honest, if breathless, groan from him before he reclaims her mouth and drops his hands to the top of her pants, pulling at any laces or buckles that get in his way.]

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Duo Maxwell | Kid Version | Gundam Wing

This should have been an option in the game...

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Isabela and Zevran aren't here, tho. 8(

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They would make things easier there...

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