#Domaystic2022

[diana-fortyseven]

Do-MAY-stic Day 16:

Safehouse

Teen & Up, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Looking out the Window

Victoria gets distracted by something more interesting than her schoolwork. 47 thinks she has a point.

[Do-MAY-stic 2022 Masterlist]

[xonceinadream]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 3 of Nanny!Blaine Summary:

Little moments in Blaine and Sebastian's lives that remind them they made the right choice to be together.

A few connected chapters for Domaystic 2022 on tumblr.

Day 5: (alt) What’s This Burning Smell? [SFW]

[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #22

Another for the domaystic2022. I’m going to get there before the end of the year guys. I just know it! Parts of this are taken directly from arguments I've had with my partner at the grocery store (if slightly exaggerated for humors sake). Sorry to those of you who love pork rinds but I just can't stand them. 😝 I really enjoyed writing this more playful side of Inuyasha. I hope it makes you laugh. I'm not entirely satisfied with it (there are times when I feel like he strays too far OOC) but I think maybe I'm just in a bad mood right now. Who knows? This story is non-explicit, SFW.  

Day 22: In the Wrong Aisle\

Fandom: Inuyasha Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: G

AO3

'Cause It's Out the Same Door That It Came, Well It's Leaving, Leaving

Inuyasha meandered through the sparsely populated store aisle, letting the rickety metal cart take the brunt of his weight. He yawned loud and long, earning a tsking sound from an old woman ahead of him but ignored it. 

Where the hell was Kagome? She took off squealing about how she had forgotten something but that was over five minutes ago. Inuyasha turned down the next aisle and, seeing that it was empty, sucked in a deep breath.

“Kagome!” he shouted. 

Several gasps and grumbles answered him from other aisles but none in the correct tenor. 

“Kagome!”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, stopping short when he passed an entire section dedicated to prepackaged bowls of ramen. He pursed his lips, looking up and down the empty lane before reaching an arm in and sweeping an entire shelf of delicious food into the cart. He whistled innocently to himself as he turned down the next row.  

“Kagome!” he called once again. No one answered him. 

He walked through the next three aisles without so much as a tingle of interest, intermittently shouting his girlfriend’s name at the top of his lungs. When he turned down the final one, Inuyasha grinned, eyes sparkling at the shelves full of different colored bags of snacks and potato chips. He pulled down several of his favorites and filled the cart to the brim, making sure to also grab a couple ‘healthy’–she was lying to herself–bags of popcorn Kagome liked in the process.

Satisfied with his selections, Inuyasha continued down the lane. “KA-GO–” 

“Inuyasha!” came a furious hiss from behind him.  

He whipped around, grinning when he spotted a red-faced Kagome walking towards him with her arms full. He could already smell the spicy scent of her annoyance as she approached, jeans clinging to her swishing hips like a second skin. She blew an errant curl off her cheek that had escaped the dark ponytail clipped over one shoulder, exposing the long column of a slender neck he had been tempted to nibble on all day. Damn, he was a lucky hanyou.  

“Hey, there you are.” 

“Yes, here I am,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. “Why are you hollering like that?”

“Because I couldn’t find you.” 

“So you need to alert the entire store? Couldn’t you just use your nose?”  

“Around all this food? My nose gets distracted. Besides,” he shrugged, “what’s the big deal?” 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, Inuyasha, and this is my favorite market,” she said, circling him to drop her items in the cart when her eyes widened. “What is all this?!”

“Food.” He maintained an innocent expression.  

“It’s junk!” she said, making room for her produce and straightening her dark red sweater. She stilled and frowned, snatching up a bag of pork rinds. “What are these?” 

“Fucking delicious is what they are,” he replied with a grin, making a hasty grab for them. 

Kagome jumped back just in time and Inuyasha raised a surprised brow. Her reflexes were getting better. 

“These smell like butt.” She emphasized each word with a shake of the bag. 

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, ‘Gome. Just say ‘ass’ like the rest of us.”  

“Fine. They smell like ass. Better?” 

Inuyasha let his mouth fall open in mock outrage, unable to keep his lips from turning upward with amusement. “You said a naughty word.”  

“Stop it.” Kagome fought a smile. 

“You know what happens to bad girls that say naughty words,” he said with a fanged smirk, sliding closer to her. “They get spankings.” 

She giggled and pressed a hand against his chest. “Down boy.”

“You’re right” he leaned in to whisper. “You’d just like it.” 

“Inuyasha!” she gasped, color spreading down to her neck.

He pounced, grabbing the bag from her hands and holding it up triumphantly. “Ha! Too slow.” 

Kagome pouted as he held them away from her reaching hands before finally giving up and crossing them over her chest. “Fine, but if you get those, you’re eating them on the balcony.” 

“What? Why?”

“Because you’ll make the entire apartment smell.” 

He spent only a few seconds contemplating before tossing the bag back in the cart. “Fine, I agree to your terms.” 

“Really?” she asked in a dry tone. “You’re gonna eat pork rinds outside…in February.” 

“They’re worth it.”  

Kagome imitated a dreamy sigh. “Oh, to be worth it.” 

“I mean,” he said with a shrug. “I’d offer to eat you out on the balcony in February but—” 

She slapped her hand over his mouth, fighting to maintain a serious expression but he could hear the laughter in her tone. “Inuyasha! What is up with you today?” 

He waggled his eyebrows and licked her palm to accentuate his proposition.  

“Gross!” Kagome squealed and pulled away, wiping her hand on her jeans. “Seriously, have you been spending too much time with Miroku or something? You used to be such a prude.”

“Keh, everyone’s prude when compared to that hentai. Besides,” he said, sidling up next to her. “You can’t really blame me. Have you looked in a mirror today?”  

“When we left,” she replied, touching her head. “Why? Is something in my hair?” 

Inuyasha laughed and slid an arm around her waist. “No, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t keep my hands off you.” 

“I can feel that,” she said with a coy smile and a hint of reproach, moving one of said sneaky hands back up to the small of her back from where it had been resting on her butt.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re in public,” she said, flushing. 

“”Gome, there’s no one around us,” he whispered, curling his knuckle under her chin.

Inuyasha leaned down, brushing a kiss against her soft cheek. When he pulled away, the thick fan of her dark lashes fluttered open, revealing stormy blue eyes. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip and smiled when her mouth parted around an aroused breath, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. His brows drew together as a spike of heat shot straight to his groin. He inched forward, intent on kissing her breathless, when the sound of approaching footsteps made his ears twitch.  

Inuyasha cursed and stepped away amid her whimpered protest just as their illusion of privacy was shattered. The old woman from before turned down the aisle, her widened eyes indicating that she had caught at least a glimpse of their intimate moment. She froze and leveled a glare at Inuyasha before quickening her pace. 

It seemed to take Kagome a moment to shake herself back into awareness, face going beet red when she noticed they were no longer alone. She spun around, suddenly absorbed in scanning the shelves as the woman passed them, mumbling under her breath about improper behavior. It took forever for the old bat to shuffle her way to the other end of the row, leaving them in peace. 

Inuyasha sniggered as she turned the corner. “You should see your face.” 

“Inu-yasha,” Kagome seethed, whipping around to throw several rapid punches into his shoulder.  

“Ow! Quit hittin’ me,” he said, trying to affect a pitiful tone but his intermittent laughter made it impossible. 

“Yeah right, like I could hurt you.” She rolled her eyes. 

Inuyasha sulked. “You’re stronger than you look, woman.”

“Oh you poor baby,” Kagome said, tone thick with sarcasm as she stroked his arm and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his jaw. “Better?” 

“Keh,” he muttered, turning her back to face the cart. “Come on, I'm ready to get you home.” 

“You still have to put some of this stuff back.” 

“What? And here I thought I made you forget.” 

“Nice try,” she said with a wry grin. “But we just don’t have the space for all this.” 

“Fine,” Inuyasha grumbled, grabbing up one of the bags of popcorn only to be stopped short by a sharp tug. 

Kagome was glaring at him, mouth tight with a stubborn frown. “Not these! Don’t start with my stuff.” 

“Oh I see,” Inuyasha replied with his brow raised. “My junk food is unhealthy and disgusting but yours is just fine.” 

She huffed in irritation. “Well, it isn’t pork skin drowned in hot oil, so yeah.” 

“Let’s see about that, shall we?” He worked the package out of her clenched hands and turned it around, reading through the nutrition label. “There’s that many calories per serving?”

“Okay, Inu.” She rested a hand on her cocked hip, the picture of feminine pique.

“And there’s how many servings per container?” His eyes widened in feigned shock. “I’ve seen you eat an entire bag in one sitting, ‘Gome.” 

Her brow twitched as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve made your point!” 

“And look at the salt content. Isn’t that what you’re always nagging me about?” 

“Argh, fine!” Kagome threw her hands up in the air. “We can keep everything. Just shut up and stop ruining my favorite snack.” 

She whipped around, grabbing a hold of the cart handle and stomping down the aisle. He followed after her, brows furrowing in genuine confusion as he continued to read. 

“Why the fuck is there that much sugar in popcorn?” 

“That’s enough, Inuyasha!” 

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Alternate Universe, Arguing Summary:

Anakin can't find something important.

Words: 851

[domaystic]

Hi everyone, hello to all the new people who joined recently! We are almost there! One week only yeeeeee

I got curious to know which prompt was used the most last year and, at least among the reblogs, it was #2 unboxing and finding something from the past. Now, I’m kind of betting on which one will be this time ehehe

Also, the last ask made me think and I believe I never mentioned it but, if someone is hesitating whether to share or not their work here on tumblr cause it’s a prompt from last year, if you want, do it. Just tag it with the same format but with #domaystic2022 so I’ll understand right away.

Quick reminder on tagging :D

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[possibility221]

domaystic2022 

Fandom:  Elementary 

prompt:  May 17; sunday brunch 

[sonysakura]

Domaystic 2022. Day 4: first night + Day 6: a cozy corner. Fanart for Sonic the Hedgehog (sfw)

"Aren't we, you know… supposed to spend our wedding night in some special way, Shads?" "Well, I can undress you sensually… Which means slowly because I'm exhausted." "Can you romantically carry me to bed, too? I don't think I can move anymore."

And then they fell asleep just like that, only to wake up a couple hours later to finally undress each other (sensually) and crawl into bed for another healthy few hours of sleep. Weddings are tiring, folks!

[rockingrobin69]

YES

“Erm.”

Harry looked up from his essay. “Yes?”

“I… erm. I don’t know if, er. Did you mean for me to see this?” Draco’s face was doing something funny. He laid down the laundry basket and picked up Harry’s jeans. “You know you never empty your pockets.”

“Yes.”

“Although I’ve told you repeatedly. And despite being raised Muggle. You don’t bother taking anything out before throwing it in the machine.”

“Yes.”

“Receipts, coins, notes…”

“Yes.”

“Rings?”

Harry got down on one knee.

Draco swallowed. “Harry?”

“Will you…”

He joined him on the floor with a groan, crying. “Fuck you. Yes.”

For @domaystic‘s day eight. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

[ladderofyears]

“A bottle top?” Draco asked. “A Muggle bus ticket? A pebble? Why did you keep all this stuff?”

Harry smiled. “The beer we shared on our first date. The bus ticket is from the Saturday we visited Regent’s Park. The stone is from Brighton beach. It’s my museum of us, Draco.”  

For @domaystic, prompt: finding a old object.

[imakemywings]

For @domaystic day 27! Yes I know it’s August

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Characters: Feanor, Nerdanel, + the kiddos

Summary: Just getting to the campsite is its own adventure.

AO3 | Pillowfort

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“Take the exit.”

           “What?”

           “The exit.”

           “Yes, I heard what you said,” Nerdanel said, as though she were speaking to a particularly dim dog. “There is no upcoming exit.” She waved along the right side of the freeway.

           “There, on the left,” Fëanor replied, pointing.

           “Left?” Nerdanel screeched. “Exit left? You’re mentioning that now?”

           “It’s just five lanes, we have time,” Fëanor said.

           “I can see the exit right there!”

           From the back of the car came the same thumping that had been ongoing for the last ten minutes as Curufin bounced a rubber ball off the wall of the car, finally resulting in Maedhros craning around in his seat to snap:

           “Curvo! Stop that, Ammë is trying to drive!”

           “Atar, will you skip this song?” Caranthir asked, to no response from the front seats as the van passed quickly through two lanes and began to gain on a third.

           “We can make it,” Fëanor said. Nerdanel clenched her hands around the steering wheel.  In the back, Amrod had grabbed the rubber ball from Curufin and was tossing it to Amras over Curufin, a game which was abruptly ended by Curufin swatting the ball out of the air and sending it rolling under the seat of Maglor, who remained as oblivious to this as everything else, glued to his phone in a way that could only suggest prolonged contact with his latest romantic target.

           “We’re going to die in this car,” said Celegorm, not sounding terribly disturbed by the possibility. He slouched down in his seat, stretching to put a foot on either side of Maedhros’ head on the back of his seat.

           “Atar, will you skip this song?” Caranthir asked again.

           “Tyelko, put your feet down,” said Maedhros. Celegorm wiggled his toes, and Maedhros jabbed the arch of his foot with a fingernail, which was rewarded with their withdrawal.

           “One more lane!” Fëanor exclaimed. “Come on, you’re so close!”

           “You are a terrible navigator,” Nerdanel replied, jerking on the steering wheel and sending them sailing into the next lane and directly over into the exit, to vigorous honking from someone behind them. Nerdanel swore colorfully at the honker, turning back to do it, at which point Fëanor put a hand on the steering wheel to make sure they stayed on the road proper.

           “There, I told you we’d make it,” Fëanor said when Nerdanel was facing front again and they were zipping down the highway.

           “No thanks to these assholes who won’t let me in,” she grumbled.

           “Atar, can we eat soon?” Celegorm asked.

           “We left, like, twenty minutes ago,” Maglor said.

           “You have snacks back there,” Fëanor said. “Eat your apples.” Celegorm groaned the groan of wishing they could hit a fast food drive-thru instead, but eventually he did go for the Tupperware with the apples in it. “We are going to be on the road for at least three hours before there is any stopping for food.” Judging by the noise in the car, no one was especially satisfied with this proclamation.

           Fëanor continued to combat the rising demands for a lunch stop for the better part of two and a half hours before they pulled off the highway and his progeny exploded out of the car as if they had just been released by would-be kidnappers. They took up three tables on the patio and Amrod and Amras took the chance to experiment with how many French fries they could stuff up their noses, which did not stop them from then eating the fries in question. Maedhros busied himself with chastising Caranthir and Curufin for climbing on the fence until Nerdanel demanded he sit down and stop trying to be a third parent. She allowed Caranthir and Curufin to continue climbing for exactly two minutes before she took over telling them to get off the fence.

           Corralling the seven of them back into the car took twenty minutes, ten of which involved trying to track down Caranthir, who emerged with a different toy than the one which had come with his meal, and also with an additional five dollars.

           “Hey. Hey, Kano. Look at this,” Celegorm said as they navigated back to the highway. Knowing it was not going to be worth his time, but thinking that shutting Celegorm up might be worth it, Maglor turned over the seat to look at his brother.

           “What?” he said.

           Celegorm used Caranthir’s toy to shoot its projectile with impressive speed at Maglor, who he had intended to hit in the forehead. However, the figurine’s fist lost steam and only hit Maglor in the chest.

           “Hey, Tyelko, watch this,” said Maglor, and reached back into the second row of seats to wrench the toy out of Celegorm’s hand and throw it under Nerdanel’s seat.

           “Aw, come on,” Celegorm whined.

           “That was mine!” Caranthir exclaimed. “Thanks a lot!” He kicked Celegorm in the calf, which devolved into a squabble broken up by Maedhros snapping at them to stop being so immature.

           “Alright!” Fëanor announced. “I’m putting on the audiobook, so all of you can be quiet and listen. You might learn something.” All hope that this might be something genuinely entertaining died a quick death when what started to play was A History of Metallurgic Symbolism of Noldorin Royalty. The worst part was that, with nothing else to do, they found themselves actually listening along.

           Interruptions were remarkably few, which possibly had to do with Fëanor glaring at anyone who talked over the book, until his phone buzzed and he exclaimed:

           “Who has used up seventy-five percent of our data?! It’s the fifth of the month!”

           “Kano,” said Maedhros, Celegorm, and Caranthir at the same time.

           “He’s streaming music,” Maedhros added.

           “Kanafinwë!”

           “Atar,” Maglor whined in response, flashing a glare at his brothers. “There’s nothing to do in here!”

           “Listen to the book!” Fëanor said. “You are forbidden from using any more data on this trip.”

           “But Atar—!”

           “No buts!” Maglor groaned as if he had been shot and melted in his seat, his earbuds drooping despondently down on the floor beside him.

           “Thanks a lot, Tyelko,” he hissed. Celegorm stuck his tongue out.

           By the time the audiobook was wrapping up volume one, they had pulled off the main highway and were on a far less well-paved road with only the occasional fruit stand or branching dirt road along the sides.

           “Psst. Tyelko.” Amrod kicked the back of his seat as gently as could be managed.

           “Knock it off,” grunted Celegorm without opening his eyes.

           “We want to fly this kite,” Amrod said. “But my window is stuck.”

           “You busted it,” Celegorm reminded him in case he had forgotten, shifting his arms folded over his chest.

           “Yours opens,” Amrod said. “Will you stick the kite out for us?” Celegorm’s eyes cracked open and he glanced towards the rearmost seat.

           “What’ll you give me for it?” he asked.

           “This Jolly Rancher?” Amras offered.

           “What flavor is it?”

           “Red,” said Amras.

           “Is that cherry or watermelon?” Celegorm asked. “Check it.”

           “Cherry,” Amras reported. Celegorm snatched it out of his hand, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

           “Kay. What else?” The twins were silent. “Come on, didn’t you guys go to a party yesterday?” he asked. “What’s Telvo got?”

           “Blue raspberry,” said Amrod.

           “Give me that. What else?”

           “We don’t have anything else,” Amras whined. “Come on, Tyelko!”

           “Give me your toy from earlier,” said Celegorm. “What’s Curvo got?”

           “Nothing, I’m not involved in this,” said Curufin, a scowl on his childishly round face so Celegorm knew he disapproved both of this plan and of these demands of bribery.

           “Alright, alright, fine. Give me the stupid kite.” Eagerly, Amrod passed the bright pink kite up to Celegorm, who rolled down the window. “You holding on?” he asked.

           “Yes!” chorused the twins in a hush.

           “Okay, here it goes.” He launched it, whereupon it was immediately seized by the wind, jerking the string taut and making both twins shout and laugh at their success.

           “Fëanáro. Fëanáro, what is in the rearview mirror?” said Nerdanel.

           “What the f—fire tongs?” He quickly rolled down the window to look back at whatever was following them, then traced the line back into his own car. “Turcafinwë! What are you doing?” Sometimes, Fëanor asked this question in a very engaged way, wanting to see what his children were working on and hear the logic of their thinking. Other times, he asked in a way that suggested you should immediately stop whatever you were doing. This was one of the latter times.

           “I’m not doing anything,” said Celegorm.

           “Get that kite inside and shut the window,” Fëanor said, and so the twins’ dearly-bought venture was quickly ended. “Entertain yourselves some other way. Morifinwë and Kanafinwë are managing.”

           Maglor and Caranthir had been passing a piece of paper back and forth for the better part of twenty minutes.

           “What are you writing on that?” Maedhros asked, if only for a brief break from nodding along to Fëanor’s audiobook.

           “It’s art,” said Maglor.

           “Not if Moryo is part of it,” said Celegorm.

           “Shut up,” Caranthir said.

           “I guess it’s almost done,” said Maglor. “Shall we display it?” Caranthir didn’t protest, so Maglor snapped open the notebook paper. “Viola! It’s Fingolfin.”

           Even Maedhros couldn’t disguise his snort of laughter, although he quickly followed with: “That’s really immature, Kano.”

           “Hey, Atya, look,” said Kanafinwë, passing it forward. “It’s Uncle Fingolfin.”

           “We should put this on the fridge,” said Fëanor with a laugh as he examined the artless sketch. “Is that lightning? Nicely done, Kanafinwë.”

           “Moryo helped.”

           “You too, Morifinwë.”

           “Kiss ass,” whispered Celegorm, too low for either of the three in the backseat to promptly announce to mom and dad that the word "ass" had been overheard. Maglor stuck his tongue out, and Caranthir quickly copied him. With one magnum opus for the car ride completed, Maglor went back to his phone and Caranthir to staring out the window, distantly listening to volume two of Fëanor’s audiobook. Eventually, Caranthir was so disenchanted with this that he dug his undone math homework out of his backpack to occupy himself with instead.

They went on in such a fashion, until as the car was puttering down a curving road between a thin wood on one side and an open field on the other, a sharp pop! exploded in the car, followed by the acrid tang of smoke and the sound of Caranthir shrieking and flailing. This was presumably the reason the van suddenly swerved off the road into the grass, with Fëanor grabbing onto the handle above the window to shout:

           “Blessed fucking Elbereth, Nerdanel!”

           “Who is shooting at the car!” she screamed in reply, while Maglor wailed incoherently, doubled over in his seat, and Celegorm, equally incoherent, grabbed Maedhros’ shoulders from behind and shook him with an effort to impart something of urgency, which may have just been terror. Maedhros craned his view back through the smoky air, trying to see if he needed to launch himself into the backseat for something.

           The twins were making some noise in the back and Fëanor jerked around through the haze of smoke to ensure that all seven of them were still in the car.

           “What are you doing back there?” he bellowed. Maglor lifted his head with tears in his eyes, and Caranthir immediately began jabbing a finger in the direction of the backseat and insisting it wasn’t him and also that something had hit him in the back of the head.

           “Are you bleeding?” Nerdanel demanded as the car lurched to a halt.

           Fëanor looked back at Maedhros and Maglor, who turned to look back at Celegorm and Caranthir, who turned to the backseat, where Curufin pointed at Amrod and said,

           “He set something off!”

           “I followed the instructions!” Amrod protested. “It said to point it away from your face and I did!”

           At the same time as this protestation, Maglor was demanding in a very high-pitched tone to know what was wrong with them.

           “You pointed it at my head!” Caranthir snarled, lunging towards the backseat before Fëanor ordered him to stop. Fumbling with his seatbelt buckle for a moment, he got out of the car while Nerdanel appeared to be attempting once again the “calming” breathing technique Eärwen had been trying to impart on her for the last several years. Fëanor opened the side door and held his hand out so that Amrod could drop into it whatever had just been loosed in the car.

           “If I die on this trip, I am writing all of you out of my will,” Maglor said.

           “Oh no, we’ll miss out on your collection of modified sheet music,” Maedhros said, unable to resist rolling his eyes.

           “This is a firework,” Fëanor exclaimed after examining the lightly smoking thing in his hand, snapping his attention back up to the twins.

           “Nuh-uh, we didn’t light anything on fire!” Amros said.

           “It’s a party popper, Atar,” Maedhros said. “They must have gotten it in the party favor bags.”

           “And you thought setting this off in the car was a good idea?” Feanor’s gaze nailed his youngest to the backseat. Amrod shuffled his feet and hunched his shoulders as though to indicate he no longer thought it had been a good idea.

           “This is your fault,” Nerdanel said from the front seat, where her heart had yet to return to a healthy pace, and she began to think it never would.

           “My fault!” Fëanor exclaimed.

           “Who else in this blasted country would have given me children that set off fireworks in the car?” Fëanor, speechless at this treacherous slander out of the left field, blustered for a reply.

           The words I would never have…! burned on his tongue, but he knew he could not convincingly make this argument to an elleth who knew he had once set them off in his father’s garage and caused a great deal more damage than Amrod just had.

           “We’re never going to make it before nightfall at this rate,” he declared at last, throwing the spent popper back into the car. He turned back towards the twins on a second thought. “Give me those party favor bags. And any other things that smoke you might have. The rest of you, too!” Reluctantly, they emptied their bags and Fëanor shoved a pile of plastic junk into the glovebox while Celegorm and Caranthir pulled confetti out of their hair.

           Fëanor leaned over and murmured something in Nerdanel’s ear, and without another word they exchanged places.

           “That was really irresponsible of you,” Maedhros said to the twins as Fëanor reversed the car out of the field it was in back towards the road. “You could have gotten people hurt. Ammë could have wrecked the car.”

           “Do you hear that?” Maglor demanded. “We could have all died.”

           “Maitimo, that’s enough,” Nerdanel sighed, sliding down in her seat. “As I’ve told you, they have two parents already. They don’t need three. You too, Makalaurë.”

           They made it back onto the road and Fëanor headed the van on towards the campsite. Nerdanel put down the passenger seat window to enjoy a small breeze and close her eyes a moment. Curufin settled for entertaining the twins by making them guess in which of his fists he had hidden a coin. Caranthir had given up on his math homework and was stowing it away in his backpack.

           It was at this moment that Celegorm, with a better view of Maglor’s phone in the low light, shouted, “Kano is sexting!”

           “He’s what?” Fëanor yelped in reply, very nearly jerking the car off the road again.

           “I am not!” Maglor exclaimed, quickly darkening his phone screen as Maedhros shot him an I told you so look.

           “Sexting!” Amros shrieked with the delight of a child who had no idea what the conversation as about. He was roundly ignored.

           “Yes you are, I can see the word ‘panties’ right there!” Celegorm declared triumphantly. The twins screamed with laughter about this particular word, and even humorless Curufin was stuffing a fist in his mouth trying to keep from laughing.

           “Alright, phones,” Nerdanel said, thrusting her hand blindly into the back seat area.

           “But Ammë—!” Nerdanel’s fingers twitched demandingly, and Maglor, with a nasty look at Celegorm, put his phone in her hand, followed by Maedhros, Celegorm, and Caranthir, who were the only others old enough to have one.

           “Amuse yourselves otherwise,” she said.

            “We need to talk about this sexting,” Fëanor said, glancing at Nerdanel as if half-expecting to be blamed for this turn of events as well.

           “Not now, Fëanáro,” said Nerdanel.

           “He is entirely too young for that.”

           “What are we supposed to do now?” Maglor sulked, resting an elbow on the window sill.

           “Play I Spy,” Nerdanel said mercilessly.

           “We’re talking about it later, Kanafinwë.” Maglor groaned as if he had been kicked in the ribs.

           “I spy something,” Celegorm said.

           “Shut up, Tyelko,” said Maglor.

           “I spy something red and shiny.”

           “The car lights?” asked Curufin.

           “Nope.”

           “Is it…Ammë’s book?” asked Amrod.

           “You aren’t really going to play this, are you?” Maglor asked.

           “No. I mean like, really bright. Super shiny.”

           “Is it Russandol?” asked Caranthir with a hint of a smirk.

           “Bingo.” That cracked a laugh out of Maglor, and the twins too, who bounced in their seats and cried, “Copper-top! Copper-top!”

           “That’s a lot coming from two other redheads,” Maglor pointed out to them, which did not deter them in the slightest. Older, they might argue their hair was darker and therefore not as noticeable as Maedhros’, but for now, hypocrisy did not concern them.

           Maedhros rolled his eyes, as if the force of it could stop his brothers from their stupid game. To think he was missing Fingon’s party for this was almost too agonizingly unfair to contemplate.

           “Okay, my turn,” Maglor said. “I spy something like a fiery beacon in the distance…like a glowing sunset on a flat horizon…like the nose of a clown with a cold…”

           “Okay, write your next poem in silence,” Maedhros said while Celegorm cackled and Caranthir grinned at him.

           “This could be my magnum opus, Nelyo,” Maglor insisted. “Just give me a minute…I spy something like an abandoned firetruck in a dump parking lot…”

           “I spy someone who’s getting a talk from Atar once the tent is set up,” Maedhros replied.

           “Hey!”

           Nerdanel, recognizing this sound as only the average chaos of the family, closed her eyes for a moment, the cool wind soothing against her cheeks. After a moment, she felt Fëanor’s hand slide into hers and squeeze lightly. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and she squeezed back.

           “Hey! I think I see it up ahead!”

           Fëanor’s hand withdrew back to the steering wheel.

           “Nelyafinwë, I want you on tent duty,” he said. “Kanafinwë and Turcafinwë can go pick up the firewood. Morifinwë, help Nelyafinwë with the tent. Pityafinwë and Telufinwë, make sure all the food and drinks are intact. And Curufinwë can help me with the campfire. Are you ready?”

           “Yes, Atar!” chorused from the back. Nerdanel’s smile grew and she leaned her cheek against the seatbelt. Yes, there was a reason they kept going on these trips—it just took her until they arrived to remember it sometimes.

[freedvmrouge]

moodboard; MAY 10 | in a queue. / @domaystic​ > Continuation of the previous moodboard where they go to Disneyland on their vacation. Guess what’s infamous for happening at the theme park? Long ass queues.

“How long have we been here for?” 

Steve checks the time on his phone and winces. “Hey, what about we get some of those sugar cookies in that shop? They look great!”

[nobigsecrets]

Danno Loves You

Written for doMAYstic 2022 (@domaystic) Prompt: Memo on a sticky note Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 Rating: G

Read on AO3

Steve tosses his keys and his phone onto the kitchen island and heads straight for the fridge. He’s drenched in sweat from his run, it’s way too late into the morning and too hot outside already for his liking. There’s a reason why he usually takes his runs at the ass crack of dawn, as Danny would put it, when the town is still silent and asleep and the air is still fresh and cool.

Danny is also the reason he had to delay his run today. Or more precisely, it was Grace. Not a reason Steve could ever be remotely mad over.

Giving Grace a ride to school when Danny had to be in court early to testify against the cartel they’d taken down a couple of months ago and therefore forgoing his swim and going for a run in too hot weather instead wasn’t even stretching what he was ready do for her. He’d do literally anything to take care of her, to make her happy, to keep her safe.

Right now though, he’s panting hard and sweating like a pig and in desperate need of some cool water to rehydrate. Just as he’s pulling a bottle out of the fridge he notices a small pink piece of paper on the floor. It looks like a sticky note and it turns out to be a sticky note when he bends down to pick it up.

Steve takes a few gulps of water greedily before he turns it around to take a closer look—

Clearly, the note wasn’t meant for him. Clearly, it was meant for Grace and clearly, it must have gotten lost this morning when he’d pulled Gracie’s pre-prepared lunchbag out of the fridge to pack it into her school backpack as instructed.

It says “Danno loves you” in Danny’s blocky scrawl and he’s got to smile.

Steve sticks the note onto the fridge door with half a mind to give it to Gracie later. Another part of him knows Danny will be irritated as hell about Steve claiming the note for himself and he likes pushing Danny’s buttons way too much for his own good. A tiny part of his mind likes to pretend the note was meant for him.

With another few gulps he finishes his water, then heads for the shower and hurries through his morning routine. No reason to be any later than he already is.

When he comes back to the kitchen to pick up his phone and his keys, his eyes are immediately drawn to the fridge by the bright pink color of the note. Seeing it conjures another goofy smile to his face and a warm fuzzy feeling settles in his stomach.

—

Twelve hours later, and it’s almost a déjà-vu. It’s been a long day and Steve gets home late, sweaty and exhausted and in desperate need of something cool to drink. He heads straight for the kitchen, intent on getting a beer out of the fridge and take it down to the beach to wind down.

He’s got his hand on the door handle already when he remembers the sticky note—only to find it missing from its prominent spot in the center of the door and an unreasonable pang of sadness hits him straight in the chest.

Steve knows Danny has been by this afternoon, he’d texted about picking up Gracie’s stuff before taking her back to Rachel’s, and there are a thousand possible explanations why the note isn’t there anymore. Maybe it has fallen to the floor again, maybe Danny has picked it up and thrown it in the trash, maybe Danny has given it to Grace who it was meant for in the first place, maybe—

Steve shakes his head, annoyed, and tells himself to let it go.

Instead he yanks the fridge open with maybe a little more force than necessary. He expects the inside to look as bleak and empty as it was this morning—

It’s not.

Now, he’s looking at an assortment of fresh fruit on the top shelve, there’s a takeout container from his favourite Thai place on the middle shelve and there’s a whole new six pack of Longboards sitting on the bottom shelve.

The sticky note is there, too. Attached to the food container, telling him “Danno loves you” and leaving no doubt who it is meant for this time.

[xonceinadream]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 3 of Nanny!Blaine Summary:

Little moments in Blaine and Sebastian's lives that remind them they made the right choice to be together.

A few connected chapters for @domaystic 2022 on tumblr.

Day 4: First Night [SFW]

[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #21

Another for the domaystic2022 challenge. I guess the last one I wrote for this wasn’t received that well. I had fun writing it but I can see how it may have turned some people off. Oh well, on to the next prompt!

I do realize we are getting to the end of the year and I should probably give up on this, but I'm really enjoying writing these. They're a really nice break as I work on my longer Inu/Kag piece in this universe. So, I'll keep going for now.

This one is definitely NSFW (thar be smut ahead)

Day 21: Staycation

Fandom: Inuyasha; Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: E (NSFW)

AO3

We Don’t Really Need to Find Reason

Inuyasha gave one last glance around the tidied apartment and then to the clock on the wall. Kagome was due home any minute, marking the start of her winter break from school. In his opinion, it hadn’t come soon enough. 

Although the close of this semester wasn’t as chaotic as previous ones—starting her graduate degree had really mellowed things out—it still meant days when he barely saw her and nights when she came home so tired that she didn’t say more than two words to him before passing out from exhaustion. Kagome never did anything by halves. If she was paying for a class, she was going to ace it. There was no other option; she was that devoted. 

Inuyasha was proud of her; he just didn’t like that the trade off meant times when it still felt like he was living alone. That loneliness was annoying on its own, proving just how dependent he had become on the woman in his life. Sometimes it felt like time just stopped when she wasn’t around. It made him restless. Even though he’d gotten better at sharing Kagome with the other people in her life, no longer hoarding her attention like a selfish troll, it was a little more difficult to share her time with the abstract idea of her other responsibilities.

It wasn’t like he didn’t understand her need for perfection; she wanted to be the best. It was the same thing that got him into the ring every fight night, proving that his hard work, his dedication, made him the best fighter in Japan. The circumstances were a little different, though.  

When he fought, she was always with him–before, during, after–cheering him on from the sidelines with tears in her eyes and the most brilliant grin lighting her face. Inuyasha couldn’t do that. He couldn’t cheer her on while she was taking a test, couldn’t share in those challenges or encourage her when she struggled. To be honest, he found that his absence was the best support he could give her. It all made him feel pretty…useless.  

Inuyasha’s ear twitched at the sound of the key in the lock and he had to tamp down on the impulse to sprint towards the door, taking a second to school his features before glancing into the entryway. 

Kagome was placing her messenger bag on the hook and looking at her phone.

“Yo,” he said, stepping forward as she toed off her shoes. “You’re home right on time. I guess that means it went well?”

She grumbled in response without looking up. 

Inuyasha helped Kagome with her jacket, glancing at her screen in the process. She was already on the university’s website. “Isn’t it a little early for results?” he asked, striving for a light tone.

“Yeah maybe for the classes I had today, but what about the ones from earlier in the week?” she said, leaving him behind as she made a beeline for their bedroom, not even glancing up from her phone long enough to see the bouquet of flowers on the table in the living room.  

Inuyasha's brow twitched in irritation, but he checked the urge to grab her by the shoulders and steer her back in front of them. Instead, he followed her, sure that she would catch on to all his efforts once she passed through the kitchen or their bedroom. 

Their apartment had been in a sorry state and Inuyasha knew he should probably be better at picking up the slack when she was busy, but the truth was he just had a higher tolerance for clutter. He didn’t see the scattered clothes on the floor or half-full sink as a problem. They would get to it when they could. He knew that it had been frustrating Kagome, though. 

So, when he had asked Sango for some advice on how to make his girlfriend happy and she had first texted back with a list of chores, he shouldn’t have been surprised. That had been the easy part. Her other ideas for how to endear himself to Kagome had been a little more difficult. 

No one would mistake him for a hopeless romantic. He could barely get through a chick flick without falling asleep. Inuyasha had wanted to do something special, to catch her off guard. Never had he been so thankful for Google, but he had done his research; he had a plan. If she would just give him two fucking minutes of her undivided attention to explain it. 

As he entered their room, still waiting to catch the sound of a stunned feminine gasp, he couldn’t find her anywhere. 

“I guess you’re right.” she called from the bathroom, slamming a drawer closed with a little more force than necessary. “Nothing yet.”  

“Too bad,” he replied, plopping down onto the made bed. How had she not noticed that? He had flat out refused to make the bed in the past, because it was fucking redundant, and she just walked right by like it was nothing.   

She stepped back into the room, drawing a brush through her long black hair. “I guess I was being a little unreasonable; I’m just anxious.”

“Uh-huh.” Inuyasha cradled his jaw in his palm, slumping forward to rest his elbow on his knee as she chattered away. 

“I was hoping to have good news when we see Mama tomorrow. There’s so much to do before we leave though–” Kagome straightened, mouth falling open in a silent question as she finally absorbed her surroundings. “Did-did you clean up in here?”

“Yeah,” he replied, feeling more than a little put out.

She floundered for a moment before regaining her voice. “Thank you, Inuyasha,”

He perked up at the soft look in her eyes. “W-I I did everything.” 

“What do you mean you did everything?” she asked, brows furrowing. 

He looked away, rubbing at his arm. “Well, the laundry is hanging out to dry on the balcony, the dishes are all done, fridge is full, trash is out, floors are clean–” 

“Inu!” Kagome took a quick step forward, hugging him into her chest–not that he was really complaining. “You did all of that today?” 

He nodded, taking a deep breath of her gentle scent. 

She pushed him back by his shoulders, cupping his face in her hands. “That’s incredible. Thank you so much. But, why is the fridge full? We’re leaving tomorrow and–” 

“I already changed our reservation to Monday,” he explained. 

Kagome frowned. “But Mama is expecting us. Did you even–” 

“I called her.”  

“And you didn’t think to discuss it with me?” 

“For fuck’s sake Kagome, it was supposed to be a surprise. I just wanted to spend some time with you, sue me,” he snapped, dropping his gaze.

She went quiet for several seconds after his outburst before slipping her fingers beneath his chin and coaxing him to meet her eyes. Kagome brushed her fingers through the hair around his face. “Okay puppy, I’m sorry. I’m listening. What did you have in mind?” 

Inuyasha looked her up and down, gauging her sincerity before he straightened and cleared his throat. “Well, I was looking around for some ideas on the web and read about this thing that people are doing where they basically take a vacation but at home.” 

“You mean a staycation?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I’m not calling it that.” 

Kagome giggled. “Aw, why not?” 

“It’s hokey and stupid.” 

“Then why do it at all?” 

“Because, we get to spend the whole weekend together, lazing around, never getting out of bed.” When she raised an eyebrow at the implication, he hastened to add. “Not that this is just about sex or something…although, I’m not going to say I wasn’t hoping–” He squinted and shook his head. “I’m doing a shitty job of explaining this.” 

“I think you’re doing fine,” she replied, stroking her thumb along his jaw. “So, the fridge is full because you want me to cook for you?” 

“Yes,” Inuyasha answered automatically before wincing. “I mean, no.” He made a sound of frustration in the back of his throat. “But, you like it when we cook together. You get all happy.”

She offered him a tender smile that made his heart do a flip. “I do really like it.”

“See? I know that.” He nodded with a self-satisfied smile curling his lips. 

“Are you sure we can stay-in all weekend, though?” she asked, slipping into his lap. 

Inuyasha raised a dark brow at her. “Why not? You feeling restless?” 

“I wasn’t exactly worried about me.” 

“What are you trying to say?” He jostled her around playfully. 

“Oh, I think you know. I’m not the one who gets bored easily.” 

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We can veg out on the couch and watch as many serial killer documentaries and sappy love stories as you want. Though, how those are your two favorites, I will never understand.” 

Kagome laughed and smushed his face between her hands. “Okay, no need to convince me further. Though I may also be persuaded to watch one of those horrible action movies or isekai animes you love so much.”

“Hey, at least those are actually fun.”

“They’re predictable. I know the whole plot after the first two minutes.” She rolled her eyes. 

He snorted. “So does this unwarranted criticism of my entertainment preferences mean you’re in?” 

“I’m in.”

“Finally.” He sighed, body relaxing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into his silver hair. “You’re a tough sell, woman. You know that?” 

“I’m sorry.” She placed a kiss against his cheek. “I’m still in school mode. I had a plan for everything when I came home; laundry, cleaning, packing. I just didn’t expect all of this.” 

“Well, I have a plan too,” he replied, shrugging her out of his arms and back onto her feet. 

“Really? You? A plan?” She giggled as he stood up beside her.

“Yes, smartass. And it starts with you getting into something comfortable.” Inuyasha gave her denim-clad ass an affectionate slap.  

Kagome yelped and scurried toward the dresser, removing a pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts. “Okay, and then what?”

“Then you go pick out whatever we’re watching tonight,” he replied, doing his dead-level best not to leer at her as she changed. 

“I hope you got something easy for dinner tonight,” she mumbled from beneath his shirt as she pulled it over her head. “I’m too tired for anything complicated.” 

Inuyasha stepped forward and threaded her hair through the collar. “Super easy, some may say, idiot-proof.” 

“Is it ramen?” 

He pursed his lips but didn’t answer. 

“It’s ramen, isn’t it?” 

“It’s not, not ramen,” he hedged, brows raised in anticipation of her answer. 

Kagome melted into a soft smile. “That sounds amazing.” 

“Good.” He mirrored her expression and placed a fleeting kiss on her lips. “I’ll get started while you choose something.” 

He led her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen before shooing her into the front room. As he pulled down a few bowls of ramen from the pantry, the sound he had been waiting for finally graced his ears. 

“Oh my–” Kagome gasped. “Inuyasha!” 

He turned around and tossed the plastic wrapped packages on the countertop, pumping a triumphant fist in the air. Yesss!  Inuyasha schooled his expression less than a second later at the pattering sound of Kagome’s feet. 

She swung around the corner and barreled straight into his arms. “You bought me flowers?”

“Yep.” He grinned down at her.  

“Thank you!” 

Before he could respond, Kagome pushed up onto her toes pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Inuyasha hummed against her mouth, startling as she backed him up against the counter. 

“‘Gome,” he protested, pulling a few inches away from her. “What are you doing?”

She didn’t let him go far, slipping her hand behind his neck to pull him in closer. Kagome smiled and flicked her tongue against his bottom lip. “Do I really have to spell it out for you, puppy?” 

“But-but–” 

“Shh.”  

Inuyasha tried to speak but was cut off as she licked her way into his mouth. She still tasted sweet with the citrusy remnants of her favorite gum. 

Surrendering in his feeble attempt at resistance with a guttural moan, he slipped his arms around her waist and drew her flush against him. Kami, she hadn’t kissed him like this in over a month. He had missed the feel of her. Kagome was softness and warmth and home, everything he needed, his perfect other half. 

Inuyasha nipped at her bottom lip, slipping his touch down her body to palm her ass in each hand. She was already grinding her hip against his half-hard length, a live wire in his hands. Kagome was a delightful contradiction when it came to their sex life. She could blush like a virtuous saint while reducing him to a puddle of goo with her mouth. A secret sexpot draped in virginal trappings.

Her cool delicate fingers slipped beneath his shirt, thumbnail circling his navel before blazing a trail upward. She broke from him on a mutual gasp and bunched the material in her hands, dropping her lips to his jaw and neck.

“Off.” The whispered demand raised goosebumps on his skin. 

Inuyasha couldn’t seem to comply fast enough, ripping the shirt over his head with such speed that he heard a few seams pop. It was worth it for the pleased little sound that Kagome released as she ran her hands over the hills and valleys of muscle packing his torso. 

She stood on her tiptoes, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Kagome nibbled at his collarbone, soothing the slight sting with the gentle stroke of her tongue.

Inuyasha grunted, hands clutching at the hem of her shirt.  

“Uh-uh, not yet,” she gently chastised. 

A soft whine escaped him. 

“Oh don’t worry, puppy. I won’t let you go unrewarded,” she purred, hands falling to his belt.  

“‘Gome,” he panted as her lips skated over his chest, fingers releasing the buckle with a soft jingle.  “You don’t have to–” 

“And what if I want to?” she asked, flipping open the button on his jeans. “Do you think you’re the only one that has been missing this?” 

Inuyasha’s breath hitched as she flicked her tongue against his nipple.

“I’ve been needing you so badly, Inu,” she moaned, pulling down his zipper over the bulge in pants.

He released a ragged breath, hands tangling in the silky length of her dark hair to hold her against his skin as she worked his jeans over his hips until they fell to the floor with a gentle rustle.  

Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband of his boxer briefs, reaching around to grab his ass in both hands.  Kagome grinned up at him as she gave it a playful squeeze.  

“Is it wrong for me to objectify you like this?” she asked in a dreamy tone, dragging her lips down his abdomen as she knelt in front of him. “That I love how exquisitely you’re formed?” 

He shook his head, unable to form a single word. His tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth as he watched Kagome nuzzle at the sparse trail of silver hair that disappeared beneath his underwear. When she palmed his erection through the tented fabric, his eyes slammed closed, teeth gritted against the surge of heat arrowing to his groin. He felt her slip his underwear down his legs, fingers running up the inside of his naked thighs, the muscles twitching at her touch.  

A curse was ripped from his mouth when she fondled his testicles in her palm, nails sifting through the coarse hair at the base of his cock. 

“Open your eyes, Inu.” 

Inuyasha peeled his eyelids open, choking on his breath at the sight that awaited him. 

Kagome’s gaze was tender and dark as she rubbed her soft cheek against his shaft. “Good. Thank you, puppy.” 

His cock twitched at her praise and she hummed in contentment, turning to place a gentle kiss to the tip. Her tongue darted out, licking at the slit. 

“Fuck, ‘Gome,” he growled, tangling his claws into her hair as he fought to keep his hips still. 

“What’s the matter, puppy?” she whispered, hot breath ghosting over his cock. “Doesn’t it feel good?” 

He answered her with a single harsh nod. 

“Do you want more?” 

Inuyasha thrust toward her mouth, losing the battle against his body’s reaction. More.

“You’ll have to answer me, puppy,” Kagome murmured, leaning forward to run the flat of her tongue along his erection from base.

The muscles in his abdomen jumped at the sudden touch. “Yes,” he hissed from between his fangs. “More.”

“Good boy,” she praised. 

Placing her hands on his hips, Kagome pinned him against the counter and took the tip of his cock between her lips.  She sank down on his length, inch by torturous inch, the heat from her wet mouth drawing his balls tight against his body. When she pulled back, cheeks hollowing with a mind numbing suction, another string of curses was ripped from deep in his throat. 

The pressure on his hips lessened, her hands slipping down his thighs to curl her nails into the muscle. Inuyasha’s control snapped, thrusting forward into her hot mouth several times. Kagome moaned around his length, the sound vibrating down his shaft and spurring him on. He cupped her chin in his palm, feeling the muscles of her throat work around his cock with every bobbing movement of her head. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, brushing his claws through her hair. “You’re so good at that.” 

She whimpered in response, a single sneaky hand falling to the waistband of her sweatpants to slip beneath it. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled.

She mewled in protest as he pulled from her mouth, leaning forward to chase after him like a favored treat.  Inuyasha barely kept himself from giving in and pulled her onto her feet. 

Kagome looked up at him with lust clouded blue eyes. “Why did you stop me?” 

He cupped the back of her head, drawing her forward lick and nip at her lips. “Because I want to be inside you.” 

‘You were,” she replied with a giggle as he pulled her shirt over her head.

He growled under his breath. “You know what I mean, woman.” 

She gasped as he hooked an arm around her waist, dipping his head to draw a pouty pink nipple into his mouth. Kagome cried out and raised her hands to cradle him against her chest.  

He moaned, laving his tongue around the stiffened peak before suckling gently. 

“Inuyasha!” Her fingers curled into his hair, giving it a sharp tug. 

He grunted and released her before turning to give her other breast the same attention until Kagome was squirming in his hold.  

“Inu, please,” she whimpered, nibbling at the tip of his ear. 

HIs knees nearly buckled as an intense wave of pleasure shuddered down his spine. Inuyasha snarled against her skin, nipping at the sensitive tissue in retaliation.  

She bit down a little harder, ripping a growl from deep in his chest.

His erection throbbed, blood rushing like fire through his veins. Inuyasha suckled her nipple between his lips, rolling tightened bud over his tongue until she was pushing at his head. When he finally released her breast with a soft pop, Kagome went limp against him, begging in broken sentences.

Inuyasha helped work her sweatpants over the curve of her ass, allowing them to fall to the floor with a whisper. He shredded the underwear clinging her hips with his claws and wrapped his arm tight around her, lifting off her feet, his aching cock pressed between their bodies. 

Kagome looked up at him, blue eyes glazed over with pleasure. Circling her arms around his neck, she drew him down for a gentle kiss that he immediately deepend. Inuyasha buried his hand in her hair, pulling her head back to map out every corner of her mouth with his tongue. 

In one swift movement he turned and placed her on the countertop. Sweeping their intended dinner away to be forgotten for the time being, he broke from her lips and pushed Kagome back onto her elbows. Inuyasha splayed her legs wide, running the backs of his fingers along her glistening curls.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking.” 

She nodded, mewling out incoherent syllables as she rutted against his hand. “I need you, Inu.” 

“I know, but don’t rush me,” he breathed, delving deeper into her silken folds. “It's been forever since I watched you fall apart.”  

Kagome moaned at his words, head dropping back as his fingers found her clit. He circled the elusive little bud with the pad of his thumb, entranced by the way her muscles quivered with every rotation. 

She cursed under her breath, surprising him when she crossed her ankles behind his back, heels digging into the globes of his ass as she yanked him forward. His erection slipped along her wet slit before brushing against his busy hand.

“Fucking hell, ‘Gome,” grunted, head falling back as a shudder stole through him. 

She whined, cupping her breasts in her hands. “Inuyasha, please.”

He bit out a curse, losing his resolve at the beautiful wanton picture she made. “Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to give me something too.” 

“Anything,” she gasped. “I just need you inside of me.” 

“Fine but I’m not moving until you come on my dick.” 

Fisting his length, Inuyasha aligned himself at her entrance and pushed a few inches inside of her warm body. 

“Inuyasha!” Kagome moaned, pinching her nipples between her fingers. 

He sunk his fang into his bottom lip, the muscles of his abdomen tightening as he nearly spilled into her right then. The pain grounded him, clearing his mind. His clever thumb resumed its steady pace around her most sensitive spot. 

Kagome tightened her legs around him at the same time, seating him fully inside her pussy on a mutual cry of relief. She rolled her pelvis, doing her damndest to fuck him into submission. 

He growled, wrapping a hand around her hip and pinning her hard against his body. “That wasn’t the deal, ‘Gome,” he said from between gritted fangs, speeding up the movements of his hand.

“Inu,” she whispered, pouting her pretty pink lips at him.  

“Give me what I want, baby.” he murmured, muscles twitching with the effort of holding himself back. “Just give me what I want and I promise I’ll fuck you so good.” 

He could feel her inner muscles trembling around his length. She was so fucking close!

“‘Gome, I need to see it, feel it.,” he urged, reaching the end of his tether. “Please.”

She cried out, squeezing his hips between her knees as her orgasm crashed over her. Her head thrashed from side to side, unruly dark hair drowning him in the scent of her pleasure. She was writhing in his grip, wanton hips rutting against his as her warm wet walls contracted around his swelling cock.  Inuyasha groaned low, letting his eyes fall closed so he could soak in every sensation.

 Too soon, it subsided and Kagome was pawing at his waist as she sat straight up. He sucked in a sharp breath at the change in angle.

“Inuyasha,” she gasped, tugging on the silver ends of his hair. Kagome cupped his jaw in her hands. “Please puppy.” She peppered his face with kisses. “No more teasing. Please, fuck me.” 

Inuyasha felt drugged as he slipped his arms under her legs, cupping her ass in his hands as he dragged her off the counter with his erection still deep inside of her. She whispered his name, both a prayer and curse as her eyelids fluttered. Kagome flung her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to place a frantic, bruising, kiss to his lips. 

“Inu,” she whimpered into his mouth. “You promised.” 

He smiled, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “I did promise, didn’t I?”

She nodded, mewling when he squeezed her ass in his hands just hard enough for her to feel the tips of his claws.

“And you were such a good girl, too.” Holding her hips steady, Inuyasha withdrew from her body and plunged back home in a single fluid stroke. 

“Yes! I was,” she shouted. “So, so, good.” 

He repeated the motion, grunting when his legs trembled. Kagome was light as a feather in his arms but the intensity of the pleasure rushing through him nearly brought him to his knees. 

“Again!” She demanded, digging her short nails into his shoulders. “Don’t stop, puppy.” 

Inuyasha buried his face against her neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin, no doubt leaving bright purple love bites in his wake. He rolled his length in and out of her slick pussy in a steady even rhythm, driving them both closer to completion.  

“Faster,” she cried out, her inner walls already fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, again?” he asked, but indulged her, quickening the pace of his thrusts into her quivering body.  

“Yes!” Kagome screamed, every muscle in her body tensing as he fucked her through a second orgasm. “Inuyasha!”

The iron grip that he had on his control snapped like a rubberband. Inuyasha growled against her skin, increasing the force of his thrusts until she was moaning with every teeth clattering movement of his cock into her wet heat. He was losing touch with anything that wasn’t Kagome. She surrounded him, heavy breaths echoing in his ears, the scent of her arousal intoxicating his nose like the sweetest drug.  

Her hungry mouth was on his neck, licking at the corded muscle. Kagome whispered endearments and affirmations against his skin between kisses, eggging on his movements. She told him how much she had missed him, needed him, loved him. Inuyasha lost himself in her sweet voice, taking his pleasure from her warm and giving body. His legs shook, spine going ramrod straight as the heat of his release began to gather at the base of his cock.

Kagome grabbed his face between her hands and pushed her tongue into his mouth, pussy contracting around his rigid length. She cried out against his lips and Inuyasha stuttered in his smooth movements. He slammed his cock deep within her body, seeing stars behind his clenched lids as he emptied himself into her with a ragged shout.

Inuyasha stumbled forward a step forward and slipped from her body, dropping Kagome back on the countertop as his strength momentarily deserted him. He hugged her close, pressing his nose against her hair as he drew her scent deep into his lungs.

“Kami woman, you’re perfect.” 

Kagome hummed and brushed her fingers over his chest in hypnotic soothing circles. “Not so bad yourself.” 

Inuyasha chuckled and tilted her smiling face up to his adoring gaze. “I’m glad you think so.”

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a gentle caress, playing his lips over hers until she sighed in contentment, but soon she was pulling away. 

“As much as I really don’t want this moment to end...” She winced. “I need to get cleaned up before I make a mess in the kitchen you just cleaned.” 

“Too late. It’s absolutely filthy in here,” he replied with a fangy grin. “But I don’t mind.” 

“I would hope not.” Kagone gave his chest a playful smack. 

Inuyasha grabbed her by the hips, nudging her in the direction of their room. “Go on, hurry up.” 

“I’ll only be a minute.” She sauntered out of the kitchen, stopping to grab her discarded clothes from the floor. 

Inuyasha shamelessly ogled her naked ass until she disappeared from view. He groaned, stretching out his liquefied muscles before shaking away the shiver that tripped down his spine. Redressing with an extra spring in his step, he picked up the discarded plastic cartons from where they lay on the floor and went to the sink to wash his hands. He was just rinsing soap away as two slender arms slipped around his middle.

Kagome rubbed her face into his back. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “I really needed that.” 

“Yeah me too,” he agreed. “Feels like it’s been ages.”

“Y-you know that I don’t like being away from you, right?” she asked in a small voice. 

Inuyasha frowned and grabbed a nearby towel, drying his hands as he turned in her embrace.  He tossed it onto the counter and circled his arms around her. “Whaddya mean?” 

“Well, I just know that things have been hectic.” She smoothed her hands over his shirt. “We haven’t seen each other as much as we want and even when we do, it's short and I’m always so tired.”

“It happens, ‘Gome. It was the end of the semester. You have a lot of things going on.”

“But you know I don’t like it, right?”

“What?” he asked, fingers attracted to her thick glossy hair like a magnet. “What are you talking about? You love your classes.”

“Yeah, I do,” she admitted before looking up at him with sincere blue eyes. “But I love you more.” 

Inuyasha smiled and nodded. “I know. To be honest, I just wish I could be more helpful to you.”

Kagome’s brow furrowed. “What? What do you mean you’re not helpful?” 

He grimaced. “I’m just not really able to–” 

“Inuyasha, you help me every day,” she interjected. 

“I know but–” 

“No, you don’t.” She shook her head, pursing her lips. “You make sure I eat enough, sleep enough, drink plenty of water, take breaks when I get frustrated. You even remind me to take my vitamins.” 

“Well, it would probably be the worst time for you to get sick,” he mumbled.  

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she insisted, cupping his cheek in her warm palm. “You help me remember to take care of myself and I need that.” She rose on tiptoe, pressing a firm kiss against his lips. “Thank you.” 

“Uh-you’re welcome,” he said when she pulled away. 

“And thank you for the staycation. I have a feeling it’s exactly what I need.” 

He chuckled. “Okay, but I’m still not calling it that.” 

“Oh, I’ll have you singing it like a hymn by Monday morning.” 

Inuyasha grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. “Never gonna happen, but I look forward to seeing you try.”

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: (Accidental) Canon Rewrite, Movie: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace Summary:

Anakin's first night in space.

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