#tw cuddles

[digitalbath1988]

Prompt 8/was five senses but I ended up picking Aftercare instead since I want to write something comfy cozy tonight! My whole family’s been sick.

OC x Homie

TW: aftercare, cuddles. PG13 rating!

“You overdid it,” he said.

Calla nodded, almost delirious from exhaustion. He usually came quick the first time, but the man was like the energizer bunny.

This time she was sure the entire floor had probably heard them. Which wasn’t exactly her thing, but she also didn’t like protesting. Not when she could give in and have two mind blowing orgasms back to back.

He helped her clean off and got her a glass of water.

“Jesus Christ.”

“And I thought you didn’t like using pet names for me.”

She laughed as he pulled her off the chair that she’d been almost fused into by now. He flew her to the bed they shared, she wasn’t yet comfortable calling any of it theirs since she still felt like a visitor in his space.

“Your poor wrists,” he clucked his tongue, as if he hadn’t been the one holding a wrist restraint in each palm and using her like a human sex toy five minutes ago.

“I gotta be more careful.” She laughed, curling up inside his arms as he planted a kiss on her hair.

“What are you gonna tell Don? Isn’t he in this week?”

She groaned, more at the thought that her significant other knew her life better than she did, than at that thought that she’d have to dodge

a creepy boss. “How about I tell him it’s none of his business?”

“Good girl.” She loved the sound of his approval through a self-satisfied smile.

Maybe he does love me, she thought as he planted more tiny kisses in staccato rhythm.

His arms felt so good around her, she fell fast asleep.

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[bigidiotenergytm]

mpreg ody. now.

pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee

i can never say no to mpreg ody....

[gojoest]

satoru’s and your little girl has a habit of sharing everything with her kindergarten teachers. completely unintentionally, of course. she’s always talking about the things her papa and mama do at home, without the slightest filter.

one day, during movie time, all the kids are quietly watching a sweet, innocent scene where one character kisses another on the cheek. but your daughter immediately speaks up, scandalized: “that’s not how a kiss is supposed to go!” she insists. “it’s supposed to be on the lips — like mama and papa do!”

another time, on an ordinary monday morning, the teacher gathers all the kids to share what they did with their families over the weekend. when it is your daughter’s turn, she stands up proudly, all sweetness and sincerity, and says: “nothing much. on weekends mama and papa don’t get out of bed until really late because they’re always so tired from their ‘grown-up cuddles’” — she even adds little air quotes with her fingers, just like she’s seen satoru do when he’s teasing you…

needless to say, the teachers have learned to brace themselves whenever she starts a sentence with “mama and papa” ….

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

I love thinking about an AU where: Pete Mitchell is eight years old and used to being bounced around from foster home to orphanage to group home to foster home. An eight-year-old Pete who is scrappy and world-savvy and angry, just imagine a Maverick before he's Maverick — all that Maverick-ness balled up in this pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass. He runs the show wherever he goes with his loud mouth and sense of righteous fury. 

But then there's this new boy at the group home, this chubby nine-year-old blond boy with broken glasses held together with duct-tape and a big sweater with patches that covers his hands and half his face. He doesn't talk and spends most of the day hiding in his bed or reading an old Chemistry textbook that he brought from wherever he came from. Pete doesn't get him, thinks he's weird and the fact that the boy always looks so scared makes his tummy feel squirmy. 

So, he starts to sit next to Blondie, shares his food — basically the only thing of value he has, and starts talking, and talking, and talking and talking if only to fill up all the space that Blondie doesn't with his own words. Eventually, Blondie starts scooting closer to Pete, leans against him and starts to talk in a small whisper that only Pete can hear. 

Blondie’s name is Tommy. 

They grow up together in that group home, they bond to each other in a way they've never bonded to anyone else. They make plans to get out and join the Navy together one day, to fly; and they promise to never be apart or alone again.

Then Tommy gets adopted. 

Pete cries; Tommy screams. They might be teenagers now but it takes three men to get them to pry their hands off of each other. Tommy gets carried down the hallway howling, hands outstretched, yelling louder than Pete’s ever heard him speak before. Suddenly, the world is meaner and colder than it has ever been before and all he has left of his Blondie is that same scuffed up Chemistry textbook and a pair of broken glasses.

Pete runs away that night, glasses in his pocket and that heavy book stuffed into his backpack, but he never finds Tommy again… he finds Nicky Bradshaw instead. 

He starts to move on from the hope of ever seeing Tommy again… until Top Gun and Animal Night at the O Club, when Pete catches sight of the first boy he’s ever loved, hiding with shades on and a vodka glass in his hand, instead of a patchy sweater and a Chemistry textbook. 

Pete’s still a pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass and the world has changed them both into new people…

But when Iceman comes at him with bravado and snapping teeth, stinking of the alcohol that used to scare him when he was Tommy, regaling Maverick with tales of a father who loved a bottle more than him…

Pete reaches up to slip a little boy’s pair of broken glasses onto the blond’s face with a gentle, “Hi, Blondie.”

And Iceman crumbles away, leaving a crying Tommy in his place.

“Pete.”

He still says it the same way, like he's saying home.

[vcrnons]

i ain't arguing with a man with big brown eyes pt. ?

[sketchy-doge1]

Big softie

+ close ups!

[im-just-a-little-freak]

tw: a bit gross and badly drawn

gooey

[rosie-dear-rosie]

Literally can’t stop thinking about about how Butcher’s going to handle it when he returns to the boys and finds out what happened to Hughie (both in terms of Tek-Knight and his dad) and how fucking devastated he’ll be that he wasn’t there to help, to protect his canary. After dealing with the powerless feeling of seeing his wife assaulted by a supe for years then to have it happen again to Hughie, someone he’s always felt obligated to protect. Blaming himself, thinking about how Hughie wouldn’t be in this mess, wouldn’t have had to euthanize his own father, if Butcher hadn’t dragged him into this in the first place.

Meanwhile Hughie couldn’t care less about what Butcher could or couldn’t have done. All he cares about is the fact that Butcher is with him now.

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[outcastpack]

[voraciousemo]

Doctor pred

Specifically one with a healing tummy.

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Being sick. The worst cold youve ever had. Getting to the doctors office, one not for humans, but your normal doctor was closed for the holidays. Snow falling as you make it through the door, walking up the smaller staircase.

Quickly making an appointment, and sitting down on the smaller seats on the counter.

In a moment, the doctor came out, holding out a hand for you to hop onto. Truthfully, they didnt have many human clients, they admitted...but there was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

They gott to their office, setting you on the desk. An...unconventional place, for sure, but they were quick to assure you. You ran down your list of symptoms, the doctor nodding along... but lightly biting their lip. Hiding the saliva pooling in their mouth. Your scent was driving them crazy...

In a quick movement, they scooped you up, giving an apologetic smile, mumbling that you wouldnt have to pay, canines on full display.

In a slow, almost slow-mo motion, they lifted you closer to their mouth, your body shaking without realizing as they slid you into their mouth, small strings between the teeth clinging to you, before the mouth shut around you.

With a happy hum, they tasted you, resisting the urge to lick you around, tilting their head back. You slipped into their throat, the muscles around you squeezing, and pulling at your body.. and after what felt like forever, you were deposited in a warm space. A heartbeat coming through the wall... and a liquid filling the space.

You panicked, only to be shushed, pressure lightly hitting your side, where their hand pushed in. A healing liquid, they explained. That their body made. It only worked on humans, back in the days when they pillaged and raided and kept them as pets.

You forced yourself to relax, sinking into the liquid, shutting your eyes. You could already feel lesd nauseous.

[sunnixsunshine]

They’re so terrible for each other its perfect

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

polyworld sleeping session. please I beg of you . im craving polyworld content and its getting worse by the second. 🙏

dear god its been weeks... the polyworld content starvation has set in... quick get them to the ship hospital! i need an IV of 20 ppm poly cuddles STAT!!!

[our-arospec-experience]

GODD I WISH PLATONIC CUDDLING WAS NORMALISED IMAGINE THE WORLD WE COULD HAVE HAD WITHOUT AMATONORMATIVITY PLEASE ALLOS LET ME CUDDLE WITH MY FRIENDS WITHOUT PPL MAKING IT WEIRDDDD

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