Big Hungry Guys
In truth, it was pretty comfy in here, the soft, squishy walls were like pillows cushioning him from all sides. he now knew the deer enjoyed struggles, just not when hunting, but now, he wasn't exactly stealthy anymore.
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 15
He gestured to a crimson cushioned chair, “and remove his shackles.” arcturus’ brow rose as the men argued over if it was wise to have a man such as he unshackled. what was this old man playing at? “did i stutter?” “no sir.”
A Coyote's Daydreams [ Chapter 1 ]
He laid slumped over the armrest, his tail spanning nearly half way across the cushions, shivering almost violently as he'd let out a shaky whine with each exhale.
Changing Places. Chapter Six.
He exhaled heavily before helping simeon back over to the cushioned bed. “you should eat. even if you aren’t hungry, you need energy after yesterday… is the food to your taste?”
Micro/Macro Fun
Thankfully for liam, his father was standing in front of the sofa now, the soft cushions breaking his fall as he landed on them and bounced a bit up and down. he wanted softly and slowly stood up to his feet and smiled triumphantly.
Fluffy Growth
For all was right in their world of fluffy growth, sasha at the centre of it all, the pure white of her silky fur dominating as it cushioned them all, surrounding all in an undulating sea of white.
Finding your True Self
When you are done there are a few cushions you can lay down on. work as much as you like, there is always more to copy.
Corpulence
They struggled this time to sit atop the cushions, making three attempts before properly hauling their fat body up and rolling onto the couch.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 4
The sofa had inflatable cushions on it, filled with glitter. the only part of the room that was up to code was anar’s desk.
Huskies from Hell ch 06
She said, pulled together all the cushions and blankets, made a makeshift bed from the couch, asked him to lay down and then settled next to him under one arm. 'as long as you can't sleep i'll stay with you.'
Garden Face
This woman sighs, removes her sunhat and gloves, buries it all under the cushions. husband jeers some more, reminding her that cushions are not soil, that jewels and splendor will not sprout from them.
A Passage of Time
Lily chided as she rose to her feet, sending ban tumbling to the cushions of their bed. "such a mess! i think a bath is in order." both children squealed in mock terror and attempted to bolt at the threat of a bath, but not fast enough.