#softness overload

[happyheidi]

⋆ ✫ 𝘧𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ⋆. ✩

[nekomimiyu]

p chan..?

[matchingbatbites]

Thinking about Dom Steve and sub Eddie having to stop doing impact play because every time they try, Steve always drops after, some kind of combination of "Steve is a protector and caretaker" and "Steve knows what it feels like to be beaten and laying a hand on someone he loves makes him want to hurl".

Eddie tries the first couple of times to reassure Steve like he likes it, that Steve isn't doing anything Eddie isn't literally asking for. But after the third time, when Steve almost hyperventilates at the sight of his own handprints on Eddie's skin, they make the decision that yeah, this isn't something they need to keep doing.

[obsessedsheep]

[sunst3rr]

needy stweamah ovewoad (^_^]

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

Ohhhh baby girl (I felt this)

[daintypawz]

🎀

[birdiescanfly]

Jake Seresin Deserves Nice Things Part II

I don’t really know how to connect posts, so imma just say again that this headcanon connects to the previous two posts I made about Jake.  You don’t necessarily need to read those to understand this, but they do play off each other. 

Anyway, back to Jake.  Right, so he’s so soft, a bit of a clean freak, and just like Bradley, he’s got a boat load of his own trauma. I’m thinking that after Bradley and Jake figure out their shit and get together, the softness is going to come out full force. It’s going to take a bit of work on Bradley’s part I think to make Jake feel like he can again trust him with that part of himself, but eventually, they make it there. 

The first time around in their relationship, Jake was trying really hard to keep it together, keep that part of himself tamped down, but as they are older and trying to be more open with each other, Jake is also trying to let down his own walls.  I also think that The Mission and Bradley almost losing his life has shaken Jake into ignoring his normal reservations.  So Jake is way more clingy than Bradley originally remembered. I think it starts small with Jake sidling up to Bradley and just letting their sides rest against each other, but that evolves to hands brushing and then resting his head on Bradley’s shoulder.

I think that at this point, Bradley is finally starting to catch on.  Their first relationship was fucked by them refusing to acknowledge anything about each other, so this time around, Bradley is trying, okay? He’s seen the way that Jake kept the rooster plushie for all these years, and even more than that, he sees the way that Jake leans into any and all affection and warmth.  Its like he’s a moth to a flame.  Anytime there is a fireplace nearby Jake is rushing to it and sighing in content as the heat encompasses his body.  Whenever given the chance, Jake is leaning into Bradley or absentmindedly playing with his hands when they are sitting next to each other.  The way that Jake hums happily when Bradley’s weight is pressed up against him is almost as telling as the wide eyed look of awe that graces his face whenever one of the daggers happen to high five him in excitement or grasp his shoulders in victory.  On rougher days, Bradley watches Jake casually stand at a distance from the group and even Bradley himself. He watches the way Jake wraps his own arms around his waist in a facsimile of an embrace and it sends a stabbing pain through Bradley’s chest. 

Bradley may not be good at a lot of things, talking and feelings being number one and two on the list. But, he thinks. This is something he can do. 

Suddenly, Jake is finding Bradley’s old college sweatshirts left behind in his things. Somehow they keep Bradley’s ever-present warmth and encompassing scent for days after finding them, and if Jake wears them around his apartment or after a long day at work, just letting himself sit in the safety of Bradley feeling so close, it’s not like his boyfriend will really mind.  He’s the one that left them behind, right? And maybe after a nightmare where Jake wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t good enough, to save Rooster and Mav from their untimely end, maybe, just maybe Jake pulls out one of the most worn sweatshirts that Bradley left behind. It’s the one that has holes around the wrists and faded text on the front. And maybe, just maybe, Jake tucks his nose into the fabric and lets the soft cloth soothe his nerves. No one but him will ever know, so it’s fine.

Then suddenly Jake is finding out that Bradley adores taking long hot showers together. (It shocks him that it’s not only for great shower sex. It turns out that Bradley just really likes to stand under the heat of the water with Jake, doing nothing but running his fingertips through Jakes short strands of hair).  If Jake basks a little in the hot water pounding against his sore muscles, and even more in the gentle caresses of his boyfriend’s fingers on the sensitive skin at the base of his skull, isn’t that just a happy coincidence?  

Then suddenly Jake is being gifted large blankets because Bradley wants to have something comfy for the couch whenever they have a movie night.  And if on those movie nights, Bradley, (despite running so hot he’s almost always a little sweaty) swaths both he and Jake is the fluffy blankets until he cannot even see Jake’s body and only his messy blonde hair peeking out the top of them, well, if that’s what Bradley thinks is necessary for a good movie night than who is Jake to argue? (Moreover, if Jake uses the big comfy blankets when Bradley isn’t even there, well, its fine. It’s what they are meant for anyway, right?)

Then suddenly Jake is being swept away to a nice coffee shop with the pretty garden landscapes and the silly comfy couches he’d always dreamed of when imagining his future when he was young. Apparently, Bradley has a new interest in trying out new places and having new experiences, because, “Almost dying puts everything into perspective,” but Jake is suspicious nonetheless. He knows his man okay? Bradley loves nothing more than predictability. He’d drank the same black coffee from the same old ass machine in his kitchen every day since Jake had met him, but Jake stands no chance against Bradley’s sleepy morning eyes.  The place they end up is picturesque and Jake absolutely knows that everything is going to be overpriced.  Just as guilt starts licking up his spine at the thought of spending so much so unnecessarily, Bradley is pinching him in the side and order a fancy ass iced matcha latte with strawberry puree poured on top. It’s over the top and silly, but Bradley is humming to the tune of whatever weird coffee shop cover is playing in the background, and Jake cannot think of anything, not even his own worth, when Bradley looks so content. He wants to freeze the moment or crawl inside his boyfriend and stay as close to him as possible forever. He resigns himself placing his icy hands up under Bradley’s shirt and watching the naval pilot squeal and squirm to escape Jake’s touch. And if he’s too busy laughing to notice as Bradley hands over the money for their coffees, well its just convenient timing, right?

Eventually, Bradley repeatedly, almost absentmindedly, starts wrapping around Jake from behind when in public.  It’s almost pavlovian, the way that Jake starts to crave Bradley’s warm hands in his body. And Bradley always, always is there to give them to him. Jake suddenly starts to feel itchy, starts to feel his ribs ache, just begins to tighten his own arms around his chest, and then, oh so gently, as if Bradley were just sliding into place like a puzzle piece, he’s wrapping around him from behind. Strong arms and even stronger chest carrying Jake’s weight as if he were made to do it.  And if Jake leans back into the embrace more than actually necessary, if Jake allows himself to be entirely encompassed by Bradley and his warmth?  Well, Bradley just holds him tighter.  

[kiwicidios]

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[melle-otterwise]

Don't forget to feed your pocket angel 🍪

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[bluebabie906]

Neopolitan ice cream mood board 🩷✨

[sweet-like-saccharinee]

i need your blessings

finished this around 4:30 AM, and i remember nothing about this

[yourlittlefantasty]

The fact i woke up without a cock inside my sweet pussy makes me sad.

[kinardsevan]

30 day fluff prompt challenge: (welcome to) day four

"messing around in IKEA"

“Look, I just wanted the meatballs, we don’t actually have to stay.” 

Evan turns on his heel towards Tommy as they pass through a bedroom setup into a kitchen display.

“Last I checked, you said the walls are still pretty bare,” he replies. “And we still need to find an option for the kitchen cabinets.” 

Tommy chuckles at him, shakes his head. He’d been secretly putting this trip off for over two weeks because he knew that his husband would want to look at everything. As it was, between the two of them and their interest in building things with their hands, it was fairly unlikely that being in IKEA would do much more than just give them ideas on the build-out they were going to ultimately do themselves in their new house. 

“Babe,” Evan drawls, practically frothing at the mouth as he comes to stand in front of a cooktop. “It’s induction.” 

Tommy leans over, looking at the price tag attached to the appliance. “It’s also thirteen hundred dollars.” 

Evan glances over his shoulder at him, a smirk playing on his lips. “I could make that up in a month’s worth of cooking for our friends.” 

Tommy chuckles again, eyeing up the appliance a bit more. One thing he’s already planned to have extra spending money for is the cooking appliances for their kitchen. He’d never hold his husband back from being his best chef, especially when Tommy gets to reap the benefits. 

“So are we going to look at cabinets or not,” Tommy asks him after a beat. He draws his gaze away from the induction cooktop, expecting Evan to still be in front of him, only to find him standing in the next room over. It’s a bedroom set-up with a nursery tucked off to the side, and the way Evan is running his fingers over the side of the crib makes something in Tommy cause his heart to skip a beat. 

They’ve had a rough go of it lately. They’d had an easy time getting a surrogate—Kameron and Connor had been down to help without so much as a second thought, especially given how often they reminded Evan that they were grateful for their son. However, after trying to go the easy route of at-home insemination, they’d swung for IVF, which hadn’t been cheap for them either. 

They’d also been through three miscarriages. Two had taken place in the early weeks, one before there was even a measureable heartbeat. But the last one had been during the fourth month. They’d already started picking names, and Maddie had been starting the plans for a baby shower. Getting that phone call from Kameron had absolutely wrecked them. After that, Kameron had politely asked them if she could bow out, and neither of them held it against her for needing to. Those losses had been trauma for all four of them—Connor included. 

Initially, Tommy dismissed it to himself as bad DNA. Both he and Evan had contributed to the cause but made it clear to their doctor that they weren’t interested in knowing who the biological father was. He had assumed after the first loss that maybe it was his fault, given that Evan and Kameron had already produced a healthy pregnancy and a live birth. But then the second one happened, and he felt inclined to ask, at which point their doctor had confirmed that both men’s donations had each been given a shot, that it wasn’t either of them causing the issue, just a bad roll of the dice. And then the third pregnancy happened, and things were going well, and Tommy was pretty sure that the baby was probably biologically Evan’s, but he didn’t care because they finally had a baby with a heartbeat outside of the first trimester. 

At least, they had. 

He sighs and pushes their cart forward, across the space into the nursery area that Evan is standing in. 

“Where’s your head at,” he asks, sliding a hand around his husband’s waist, staring down into the empty crib. There’s a teddy bear tucked in the corner. 

“Baby kicks,” Evan replies, running his fingers over the enamel paint. 

Tommy gives a small smile, turning his head and kissing his husband’s birthmark. 

“I hope she has one right here, just like you,” he murmurs. Evan sighs, leaning into the gesture. 

“She’s not even mine biologically,” Evan replies when he pulls away, looks up at Tommy. 

Tommy raises an eyebrow at him for just a tick. “Only because genetic material shouldn’t be mixed between siblings.” 

Evan rolls his eyes and looks back down at the crib, a smile still playing on his features. 

“She’ll still be a Buckley,” he comments. “That’s all I care about.” 

“Mmm. Which means she could still have that birthmark.” 

After Kameron, Evan had been rudderless. They’d talked about adoption, had started the process for foster care and were meeting with some private agencies, but they both knew that even that was going to be a years-long process. Truth be told, Tommy wasn’t entirely sure what convinced him to think that calling Maddie was a good idea, but he’d been willing to do anything to help the situation after seeing the way his husband suffered in silence for months on end. 

At the time, he’d felt bad, mostly because he hadn’t asked Chimney if he’d be okay with the idea first. But Maddie had said yes without a second thought. Granted, there had been a brief period when, after he’d told Evan about Maddie agreeing to try, that Evan had mentioned the option for his sister to provide the other half of the baby’s DNA, given that they’d burned all their embryos with Kameron. That question had been a little out of left field for both Maddie and Chimney. For about thirty-six hours, Tommy had been convinced Maddie would end the entire conversation, not hold any interest at that point in helping. 

But then, by some miracle, she’d said yes. To all of it. 

That had been nearly six months ago. 

“Alright,” Tommy murmurs after a beat. “We still have a few weeks before the shower and we don’t have the time or money to put together an entire nursery right now when we need to make sure the rest of the house is in order in the next three months.” 

Evan lets out another sigh, this one far more contented. 

“Fine,” he murmurs. “But I want some of that chocolate cake they have in the restaurant. Plus, I promised Maddie I’d bring her the strawberry shortcake.” 

Tommy laughs, letting Evan pull him out of the room. 

“You Buckleys and your sugar intake,” he comments. “Here’s hoping Lucy gets my metabolism.” 

Evan turns on his heel, narrows his eyes at his husband. 

“Here’s hoping she doesn’t have your sass.” 

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[sighcomics]

Please world be quiet