#domestically speaking

[cas-coding]

dean always wakes up early. he's not sure if it's a habit or if he's just a morning person, but he can't sleep past eight for the life of him. he'll drag himself downstairs and consume a healthy amount of caffeine before jack is joining him in the kitchen, and dean's already got the pancakes cooking.

cas never wakes up early. if he's up before ten, the world is in danger, but it's nice. jack and dean have the mornings to themselves, though it often morphs into jack staring at the television until cas comes to say goodmorning, dean either doing a quick cycle of laundry or maintaining baby.

dean will always say goodmorning to cas and plant a loud kiss on his husband's cheek, which jack will gag at a little and then smile, because ew, his dads are so in love it's gross. dean will run up to jump in the shower, and cas will reheat whatever dean made hours ago, and then he'll pretend like he doesn't fully intend on ditching that food just so he can shower with dean.

cas never combs his hair, giving him a solid five minutes to wash up in the shower alone while dean stares in their bathroom mirror, getting his hair all in order for the day before pulling on some jeans and a flannel that cas will no doubt roll his eyes at. there's a small tube of concealer that claire left over last time she visited, one conveniently close enough to dean's shade to cover whatever hickeys cas may leave in his wake.

dean will take baby on a joyride, claiming to grab groceries or swing by to say hi to whoever's closest, but cas knows the freedom dean gets from the open road, and so he says nothing.

cas and jack will tend to the little garden out back, jack poking at each plant and knowing if it's ripe or not, but still asking cas anyway. sometimes, cas will throw jack a smile and lie, just to see what jack would do, but all their son does is smile and laugh, telling cas, wow, you look just like dad when you lie.

dean is always the first to burrow into the covers at night, crawling in just before his favorite soap begins, patting the bed for cas to sit with him. he always does, curling right into his husband's side like he was meant to be there, running his fingers through dean's hair and over his face, counting the freckles there.

cas will count out each number until he can't anymore, dean's show having concluded and dean himself rising from the bed, moving into the bathroom to brush his teeth. cas will smile as dean nearly drools down his chin trying to talk and brush at the same time, and then cas will walk over and wipe the toothpaste off of dean's mouth, wrapping his arms around his husband from behind.

dean will never say anything, but he always relaxes in cas' touch, and maybe it's got something to do with cas' grace hanging on a chain around his neck, but he hopes it doesn't, he hopes it's just cas, no magic needed.

cas will curl up behind dean in bed, pressing his lips softly to dean's neck. with his tongue, he traces out the enochian sigil of protection, and though it won't do anything, it's peaceful, a pattern they've fallen into.

dean will sigh and mumble out the words, the words he struggled to say so often.

cas would smile softly in return, replying, i love you too.

#this got away from me #wooo #look at that nice wip #little hand slap #real nice and juicy #this is how they would live #domestically speaking #in reality theres more bees and more sex #but it didnt fit the aesthetic so just fill in the blanks ig #oneshot #fanfic #spn #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #jack kline #destiel raising jack #destiel parents #supernatural #deancas

[willowser]

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

#okay one bkg thought and then i am going to bed hehe #i need him terribly i fear 😔 #pls just the idea of him huddling in a corner so no one can hear him 🥺 as he speaks softly to you 🥺 #and even if he calls to tell you something—he always asks what you're doing 🥺 #and listens 🥺 and engages 🥺 #i also dont think he says goodbye LOL #he just says 'alright' and hangs up LOL #or he says 'alright love you' hang up #why does this make me so insane for him idk idk #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[simonrillleyyysss]

i am a firm believer that simon has a virginity kink thxxx for listening :3

this!!!

it’s not the idea of virgins, like.. them being a virgin is a turnon, it’s the fact that he’s tainting you and your innocence, he’s ruining you for anyone else and setting such high standards for any other man that tries to sink into your tight cunt!

‘y’like being ruined? only fr’ me..’

‘simmonnn—feels so big..’

‘yeaaahhh, that’s it love.’

he gets off on the idea of you being so dependant and vulnerable, how inexperienced you are while he’s so experienced; letting him shush you while sinking into you gently—hands digging into his shoulders; listening to your little cries.

if you’re not a virgin when he meets you, he’ll retake your virginity. forcing your face into the pillow while your hips moved back to bounce against his, whining and drooling into the pillow—brows furrowed as your eyes rolled back; arching your back into his palm.

licks ur tears lol

#ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #ghost is babygirl #💞} riley speaks<3 #simon ghost riley x reader #💞} riley rambles #💞} anon answer! #🎀>ghost! #ghost simon riley #simon riley fanfiction #simon riley x reader #simon fluff #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #simon ghost smut #domestic ghost x reader

[ghostdrinkssoup]

nbc hannibal is packed with ambiguous symbolism and confusing dialogue and at least three layers of subtext but if you ever get lost just remember that hannibal is a malewife pretending to be a girlboss and will is a girlboss pretending to be a malewife and exposing that in each other is what the show is about at its core

#it doesn’t matter how much meta you write or how deeply you analyse it or how much obscure symbolism you unpack #it always comes back to that LMAOOO #that’s the show’s whole thesis statement nothing else matters #hannibal just wants to cook (people) for someone and will just wants to kill what can u do #they’re weird and in love and achieve domestic bliss at the expense of multiple lives </33 fucks sake #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannigram #ghost speaks

[allthegothihopgirls]

when the batboys get ahold of new single-player video game, there's only one console in wayne mansion (for literally no reason. there should be more), so they all have the unspoken agreement to huddle around a tv in someone's room and watch as one person plays it through.

you'd expect them to get annoyed at each other, not being able to agree on the "choose your own" options of the game, or getting frustrated with the person playing's incompetence at certain parts. but they're all surprisingly content with each other when they're playing.

tim's usually the one to play the game, because he's remarkably good, and is the most open to suggestions from others (unlike jason + the great controller break of the century). dick will watch pretty passively, and explain to damian the parts he doesn't quite understand the morals of, sometimes he takes over when no one else can pass a level. damian will join in watching, and is more enthusiastic than usual when it's a game he's been waiting to see. sometimes if he isn't particularly interested he ends up falling asleep. jason gets really into it, and him and tim usually take turns playing different parts of the game, it's the best they get along pretty much ever. before they've even sat down and started the game, jason seems to already know every fun fact and easter egg about it, and will share them throughout the gameplay.

bruce and alfred are more than happy to let the boys stay up later than usual or skip out on a chore they were supposed to do, when they're all playing a game together. it's the most normal they ever get. bruce only interferes if he walks past and sees damian asleep, to which he'll take him away and carry him to bed.

#don't even question their ages or how the timeline works in with all my domestic headcanons #because it doesn't exist #batboys game night: a series #jason todd #batfam #robin #dick grayson #dc comics #damian wayne #tim drake #nightwing #red robin #red hood #dcu #dc #batboys #batfamily #dc batman #gothihop speaks

[mochiwrites]

For the ask game/prompt, mayhaps #1 with Scarian? Could be in canon, one of your AUs, or any other AU you think of lol, no preference ☺️

01. Touch starved/cuddle curse (put that guy in a situation!)

reblogs do more than likes!

"How in the world have you managed this, Scar?!" Grian's indignant voice exclaims, echoing in the small space of Scar's train car. The avian looks down at the man currently pouting at him, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I-I don't know! Joel just gave me this potion thingy and -- and said it would be good for bonding with cOW!" As he speaks, he makes a grabbing motion for Grian, his pout morphing into a pleading look.

Grian pointedly takes a step back from Scar's outreaching arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trusting Joel was your first mistake," he mumbles, sucking in a breath.

"He's a trustworthy fellow!" Scar retorts, "Besides, I don't see what's so bad about this arrangement... all I want to do is cuddle with you."

"That's exactly the problem, Scar!" The feathers of Grian's wings fluff up as he stares at his husband with a firm look. "I have building I have to do! Shops to set up, permits to not do! I also promised Gem I'd help her out with something in a few hours. I can't just stay here with you all day."

Scar's pleading expression only becomes stronger, his green eyes looking shiny as he stares up at Grian from where he sits on his head. "Please, lovebird? Just for a little bit?" He makes another grabbing motion for Grian, who finds his resolve rapidly crumbling the longer he looks at Scar.

"Nuh uh mister, I know exactly how this sort of thing goes. We both know it won't just be 'for a little bit,'" he answers. Grian's making any desperate attempts at keeping his denial firm.

But... he could just tell Gem he'd be around tomorrow. And it's not like the Permit Office is really ever open. They're only sometimes there to help anyway. And he still hasn't come up with any ideas for his mushroom stem shop.

"I promise this time I'll stick to it! Only a few hours, I swear on my hat!" Scar exclaims, eagerly nodding.

"Where have I heard that one before," Grian mumbles under his breath, fondness written into each and every word. He lets out a little sigh, "Alright, alright, fine. But only for a few hours! Let's hope this... cuddle affliction has run its course by then."

He takes a step toward Scar, and the moment he's close enough, a hand jumps out to grab hold of his wrist. Grian yelps as he's pulled right into Scar's lap, arms slinging around his waist. He steadies himself by gripping Scar's shoulders, finding the love of his life grinning at him.

"You should know I always want to cuddle with you." Scar shoots him a cheeky little wink, making Grian roll his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "You just fit in my arms so perfectly!"

"Maybe that's just because you're a giant," Grian huffs, getting settled in Scar's hold. He moves to lay his head on Scar's shoulder, tucking it within the crook of his neck. "You're like one big teddy bear."

Scar squeezes him lightly, one of his hands moving to rest against the small of his back, right in between his feathers. The contact leaves Grian melting right into him with a content noise. "Am I a cute teddy bear?"

Grian snorts at him.

"It's the most important question I've ever asked you next to proposing, Grian!" Scar gasps in return, a serious look in his eyes. His green eyes sparkle with mirth, and pressed against him like this, Grian can feel the way his chest rumbles with hidden laughter. "I have to know if I'm a cute teddy bear!"

"Yes Scar," Grian sighs fondly, pulling back to hold the man's face in his hands, "you're a very cute teddy bear." He accentuates his response with a kiss to Scar's nose, "Although Jellie is cuter."

Scar makes some kind of ecstatic noise, pulling Grian down into bed as he rolls onto his side. Grian squawks at the sudden action, just narrowly avoiding his wings getting squished. "But of course! No one is cuter than Jellie. You come in a close second place though."

If it were anyone but Jellie, Grian would have complained.

Instead, he snuggles in close to Scar, wrapping a wing around him as they fall into a comfortable silence. Scar's arms are secure around him, and Grian thinks he'd be fine with laying here all day, wrapped in his husband's arms.

"Remember Scar, only for a few hours."

"Right, right! Only a few hours. Or until this cuddle curse goes away!"

(They go well over 'a few hours' together. Grian's communicator pings a few times, but it sounds almost silent over the pair's easy breaths as they sleep.)

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #scarian #hermitshipping #secret husbands au #ask game #I needed domestic silly married scarian #I need to write them being married more often

[fulcrvm]

I am thinking thoughts about airports and flying again. And Dreamling, of course.

So. Human AU. History professor Hob has to fly around a lot for work, perhaps for conferences or smth of the sort so it's always to a small handful of the same nearby cities. He's pretty neutral on the idea of flying in general, though he wishes it was a bit more environmentally friendly, but Hob is a sucker for a nice airport and especially a nice airport lounge during layovers or before boarding.

Hob has begun to frequent a small local airline (White Horse Air, the logo is a coat of arms with a little pegasus, wyvern, and hippogriff on it, haha) when traveling because he likes their service (they've never lost his bags, not even once!) and their flights are never fully booked, which makes them quieter and easier for hob's chronic pains. He always picks seats with no one next to him so he can sprawl out and so it's easier on his knees.

Until, one day, he boards the little plane and there's someone in the seat next to his. Hob's sure that when he booked his seat, the other one was empty. Oh well, whatever, Hob's not going to bother the other man already sitting there for one flight— he'll just have to be a little more mindful booking next time. Hob shuffles into the seat, and notices that the stranger sat beside him is reading Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur! Hob gets excited because! That's a William Caxton publication! And Hob has so much to say about Caxton! He turns to the stranger to strike up conversation about it and... is immediately lost at how pretty the stranger is. Handsome, gorgeous, yes of course, but pretty, with the shell pink lips and focused blue eyes and slight frown at the book in his hands. Hob picks up his metaphorical jaw off the metaphorical ground and strikes up conversation with the stranger. Though the other man starts off apprehensive, somehow the two hours of flying fly by and the two of them end up talking about all sorts of art, history, and everything in between. Hob learns that the stranger works in publishing, thus his interest in Caxton.

Their flight lands, and the two of them disembark at the gate, still attempting to continue their conversation while Hob tries to wrangle his carry-on bags. (The Stranger only has a small laptop bag on one shoulder and a suit jacket folded over his other arm with him.) Then Hob has to check the time and begrudgingly says that he should probably head towards his next gate soon— this is just a layover after all. The Stranger looks ever so slightly disappointed and admits that this is his actual destination and he needs to meet his sister soon. They part ways, and Hob tries to dwell on the strange warmth in his chest. He thinks about the Stranger for his entire work trip afterwards.

This, somehow, happens a couple times. Turns out they both frequent White Horse Air, and though they're never in booked seats next to each other again, the flights are always empty enough that they can shift to sit next to each other once the plane's in the air. They chat the flight away, and then part ways once they disembark, with the Stranger headed to the baggage claim and Hob to his next flight. One time, the Stranger even requests the hostess to bring out a special bottle of Chateau Lafitte 1828 just for the two of them to share. Hob's in awe. He really enjoys their conversations, it's nice to be able to talk about his interests in a non-academia environment. The Stranger always has the most intriguing and eye-opening perspectives on everything, too. It doesn't really help that Hob thinks... maybe he's developing a tiny, teeny, really inconsequential really crush on his Stranger. He's not in grade school anymore, how does he feel like this about someone he doesn't even know the name of yet!

This all comes to a head when Hob mentions to the Stranger that his layover is a bit longer than it usually is, and if the Stranger is in no rush, they can continue their conversation in one of the airport's lounges. White Horse Air is a bit too small an airline to have their own lounge, but Hob's collected enough miles to get into one of the other airline lounges and is fully willing to pay to get in one if it means more time with his Stranger.

The Stranger is extremely enthusiastic about the idea— which shows up physically as a subtle, coy upturning at the corner of his mouth and a little sparkle in his eye. (Hob feels proud that he can read this reaction so well.) He's so enthusiastic, in fact, that the Stranger offers to get them both into a first-class lounge. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes.

Let's just say they get to the lounge, split some cheese and wine, and the proceed to get even more enthusiastic with each other in a private room. Hob's lucky he brought a change of clothes in his carry-on. (Maybe Hob's not so lucky and can't sit comfortably during his next three-hour flight.)

Hob gets a bit emotional when he has to leave for his next flight (already missing being able to hold his Stranger's face so gently, being able to card his fingers through his soft, smokey hair) and gets his guts together to ask if the Stranger wants to exchange phone numbers or something, so they can be in contact more regularly. Perhaps even, meet on purpose maybe? The Stranger smiles and kisses him lightly on the cheek when he slips a business card into Hob's hand.

Hob's so caught up in it all that he doesn't check the business card until he's fully boarded and sat on his next flight. And he gawks.

Morpheus Aion The Dreaming Publishing House

As in, one of White Horse Air's biggest shareholders? Aion, as in, probably the sibling of Teleute Aion? As in, Teleute Aion, the CEO of White Horse Air?! Hob almost passes out.

In the end, Morpheus and Hob laugh it out. Morpheus promises he never abused his sibling privileges to invade Hob's privacy, but used the sibling perks to frequent White Horse Air flights a little more than he even needed to just for the chance to see Hob again. They're both happy to not need to keep flying just for that chance anymore, haha. Idiots in love! Turns out, while Teleute lives where Hob keeps having his layovers, Morpheus and Hob actually live just a few hours driving from each other from their shared initial departure location. It all works out perfectly, and Morpheus self-restraint from inviting Hob to move in (so they don't have to keep travelling to see each other, no matter how small) lasts not even a year after they officially start dating. Hob doesn't even pretend to hesitate to say yes :)

(Years down the line, much after they're married, Hob finally has enough miles to get them back into those first-class lounges to have more fun. It's all very lovely.)

#my thought process was “can i get them to fuck in an airport lounge room” and then i never even wrote that part #guess what i am also a sucker for a nice airport and an even nicer airport lounge. i am yearning for a nice flight rn #i genuinely love flying so much. not domestic travel but international travel is what my entire life revolves around and i am allowed to #romanticise it a little bit haha #anyway #(me describing morpheus' lips with a guitar color) ah yes literature #how the hell do i tag this #i dont usually post idea dumps like this but i have no where else to put it haha #i'd love to write it but i dont think i'd know how to approach this lol #if anyone wants to take this as a prompt go ahead!! #the sandman #dreamling #dc #rex speaks #rex writes #(?) #long post

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))

Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.

Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.

“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.

“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 

Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 

“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 

So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.

Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.

You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 

“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.

“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”

Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.

He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.

“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”

You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.

Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.

So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.

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Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x gn reader #i call sebek becky because i think it's 1) cute 2) funny & 3) would piss him off/embarrass him #also SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN SEBEK WITH HIS HAIR DOWN- i want to see him in some comfy clothes P L E A S E #reader; pookie-bear - #silver; pookie-bear? *on the brink of laughing* | malleus; i do not see the bear you speak of | lilia; *takes a photo* #sebek; *dies and everyone calls him pookie-bear from now on in diasomnia* #just imagine calling sebek the cheesiest pet names under the sun; it's free dopamine for me #pov: reader domesticates a crocodile #i technically finished this on august 21 at 10:30 PM EST but i'm forcing myself to 1 post per day; so this is scheduled

[habeascorpseus]

"just dont lose yourself, okay?"

"i cant. i've tried to."

"Don't forget to enjoy this, today. Cuz if you lose yourself in trying to hurt the people who took it, you might....just don't forget the good stuff, okay?"

"i cant. i've tried."

godddd cellbits recurring motif of "i cant. ive tried." whenever someone tells him not to lose himself, both the bad and the good is so.. the implication of a perpetual fruitless spiral of turning man to monster and monster to man, and failing at both because loves too deeply and instinct is ingrained into him deeper than the carvings in his knife. he cant fucking stand himself. he can't stand how he can't be normal and has to rely on drinking copius amounts of coffee to stay awake enough to not lose it. he can't stand how even in the depths of his desire for vengeance, he hears the pain in his loved ones' voices and still stops to listen. these two parts of him have to be incongruous, because he knows he was happier when he was one without the other. and yet, time and time again the people who care about him tell him not to lose himself like they view him as whole. and again and again, he tells them that he can't. because he's tried to break himself in half and it doesnt fucking work like that. and he'll continue until he destroys himself because hes fucking Tired of being whole.

#habeas speaks #qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp cellbit #qsmp charlie slimecicle #qsmp badboyhalo #idk im just deeply interested in like. this character who. dont get me wrong. IS AWFUL but who put in effort to become better #and it didnt Fix Him. #but he was so good at acting like he'd been fixed that people forgot domesticated dogs still bite when poked too hard with sticks #and its not like he was manipulating them either he genuinely Wanted to move forward and be normal for his son and his family #but then his family was taken from him time and time again and he was humiliated and backed into a corner #and all of a sudden the teeth come out and he makes the choice to keep them out but now has to deal with everyone being shocked he has teeth #who wish he didnt but dont understand he tried to forget too #the incongruous image they have of him in their heads of man turned monster when hes always seen himself as monster turned man #who was always just a monster and learned to use a human face

[xxcalicofemmexx]

what if i was simply a little kitty? what if i had little paws and went meowmrow? what then?

#therian #feline therian #cat therian #therianthropy #domestic cat therian #calico cat therian #cat kin #catkin #otherkin #otherkinity #alterhuman #alterhumanity #i speak #mrrp

[hum--hallelujah]

how have I never seen this picture before Pinterest showed it to me

#the calmness.... the domesticity.... boys just vibin #also pete is playing what looks like an ibanez acoustic bass guitar but y'all don't care about that. I think it's cool though #she speaks! #fob #pw #ps #mostly posting this bc of the acoustic bass ngl. I just think they're neat!

[simonrillleyyysss]

OK LISTEN . imagine this right... simon x his sweet gf who loves bein' praised in bed but is rlly shy to ask :(( n' the first time simon does it in bed she gets all whiny and whimpery!?!?!?

thanks for ur req!

the lewd sounds of intimate plaps bounced against the bedrooms walls, desperate wails and exhausted moans buried deep into the damp pillow—wet with saliva and tears, mascara trickling down your moist, tear covered cheeks; eyes rolling back into your head.

‘that’s it, girlie’… pretty’ cunt takin’ my cock so well, ain’t she? she musta’ fuckin’ missed me..’

blondes face buried into your bare skin on your back , just where the shape of your spine met both of your shoulder blades in a gentle curve, lips peppering intimate kisses and pecks along your arms, hands groping at your chest desperately.

‘such—fuckin’ hell.. so good f’me.. good girllll.’

you instantly cried out, moaning into the soft cushioning beneath your messy hair, tightening around him as you climaxed, back arching into his thrusts.

after that? you couldn’t get the sound of him praising you out of your skull, weeks and weeks of waiting for him to do it again, to no avail.

he had his fingers stuffed between your lips, letting you suckle on his calloused fingerpads, gently nipping at the side of his finger playfully, till he was tearing off your expensive knickers and pushing your on your back, holding you down with his bicep—pumping his cock with the other hand.

‘simon—please.’

‘please? please wha’, doll?’

‘wanna be your good girl, si..wan’ feel you.’

as soon as you said that, he was placing a hand on your abdomen and shoving his cock inside you, letting you move to nurse on his thumb, pressing flat against the pink of your tongue, the veins of his shaft so perfectly thrusting in and out of your cervix, fat tip brushing against your womb with each dedicated and calculated pump.

‘good, goodgirl..keep goin’, you like that? yeah?’

you nodded, whining as your hips bounced up to reposition yourself, withering beneath him and mewling weakly, your freehand rubbing quick circles against your achey pearl, orgasming with a moan as your cunt sucked him in, the man growling lowly between the valley of your breasts, hips twitching as he stuffed you full of cum.

‘perfect, hm?’

he hummed, scratching your head.

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[ghostdrinkssoup]

the best genre of post-fall hannigram is boring domesticity where they live very ordinary lives wherever they are and own twenty dogs and go on road trips and have long philosophical discussions no one else can understand but them because of the sheer pretentiousness alone and will wears shit aftershave whenever he and hannibal fight just to piss him off and hannibal wears ugly sweaters every christmas just because will thinks it’s fucking hilarious and they also kill people. there’s liver in the fridge. the beer is made of people. uh. but other than that it’s very normal I promise haha yeah um *thumbs up* don’t ask where all that blood came from don’t ask what’s in the soup

#every now and then they’re just in a silly goofy mood and the mailman was saur annoying </33 #date night must be fun for them *stares at all the murder displays* hmmm #but other than that it’s their domesticity era 🫶 #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannigram #ghost speaks

[leqclerc]

Charles Leclerc for Sky Wifi [x]

#charles leclerc #f1edit #the quality............i shall not speak #but he looks like a soft supportive dad here and im living for these domestic vibes!!! he has a dog!!!!! karting dad realness!!!!!! #the way he's showing the kid how to steer the 'race car' 😭 #my charles hot young dad agenda never fails 😤👏🏻 #* #*mine: gif

[hualian]

one of the reasons I love hualian SO much is that they're just these dudes who happen to be a God and a Ghost King but all they want to do is hang out at Puqi Shrine, cook and clean, see their friends, fall in love with each other more and more - essentially just lead the most simple, uneventful lives ever and I think that's pretty neat

#it's giving 'i would've really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you' #and i think that's so beautiful :( #domestic hualian yes and yes #this is just so important to me I'm very normal about it #tgcf is a great and grand story and #at the end of the day hualian are living in their pocket of love and i love that so much #goodnight I'm very emotional about them #macy speaks #this is why we don't stay up after midnignt smh #tgcf #hualian

[uncanny-tranny]

And another thing that gets me about the human condition is how we weren't even meant to survive this world alone - humans with humans. We chose to trust certain animals, to nourish them, to be symbiotic with them, to love them like we love ourselves. I think a lot of people talk about how selfish it is for humans to take advantage of animals, but I think that's too simplistic. It's closer to friendship - if you do not foster the relationship, then it simply won't go anywhere, and I think the implication that animals can't ever know anything for themselves, for their survival, is also human-centric and selfish (selfishness not inherently being a bad thing).

It's just nice to know that we want to be around people - we want to be around comfort and security and safety so much that we now have animals by our side. Every time I cuddle with my cat, I think that we weren't meant to survive this world alone; she is shaped to fit in my chest, and my arms were made to wrap around her.

#positivity #and i know many people are like 'but we domesticated animals for what they could do for us 😞' and that's not the full picture... #...YES we fostered certain relationships with animals because they are skilled and they are qualified so to speak... #...but we also must prove ourselves in order to keep our end of the deal. would an animal really WANT to do their work if they... #...weren't taken care of? ESPECIALLY if they're stubborn in nature? #it just seems human-centric to think that all animals are at the mercy of us and could NEVER think or feel #and even then!!! we won't ever KNOW because they have different thoughts and feelings and perspectives we won't KNOW ABOUT #maybe we should just bask in the company and love that animals give us without worrying about committing Awful Heinous Sins #YOU ARE A PART OF NATURE. YOU ARE ALSO AN AMIMAL. YOU CAN SURVIVE WITH OTHER ANIMALS #when you take the time and care to learn about animals you can even relate and feel for them and understand a little better #i just love that humans tend to pack bond so intensely that it doesn't just apply to other people #our instinct to love and care is a good thing. our pack bonding will help us survive. #to live is to be 'selfish'. it is you IMPERATIVE to be selfish