#domestic cuties

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan Taste Test Canadian Chips (x)

[meenoosart]

MEENOO's ART.

Somehow, one might have seen this coming… Yin-Yangels! ^_^

[dustyartsywt]

Some AraOu fresh out the oven

[minchanlove]

💗🐺🐰💗

[american-horror-whore]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw —smut, sex, unprotected p in v, slight masturbation (f & m), face sitting (f receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, biting, unchecked spelling and grammar

an — sorry if this is a wee bit messy, i’m trying out new layouts. also, surprise surprise: a medium-winded evan smut fic (if this flops, i’m dying)

“Here,” Evan laughed, watching your lips engulf the fork with a bite of cake on it. He smiled watching you chew the bite, your eyes lighting up as you tasted your favorite flavor.

“Good?” He smiled, receiving an enthusiastic nod from you.

Your friends surrounded the table, each one of them trying to take your picture like you were some celebrity. You tugged at the silver ‘Birthday Girl’ sash that hung around your body, fixing your crown as you finished chewing your bite of cake. You couldn’t tell if you felt like a baby or a princess, the way everyone was poking and prodding you.

“Birthday girl should get a photo with her boyfriend!!” One of your friends squealed, yanking you up before pushing you towards Evan. You smiled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, making that same, semi-uncomfortable smile as his eyes darted to each camera.

“Which camera are we supposed to look at?!” You cried out, a beaming smile on your face as you practically read his mind. Your eyes shot around as you leaned into Evan. His hand slid to your waist, drawing small circles on your hip bone.

It was a long line of photos, gifts, and racy words of celebration before you and Evan were finally alone again. He was taking down a banner that hung in the kitchen, insisting you should stay at the table and eat your cake. You watching him work at cleaning up the apartment, watching his shirt shift up as he reached and stretched for higher-placed objects. Your eyes rode down his happy trail, stopping at the button of his jeans.

“Can I get one last birthday present..?” You question softly, a smirk playing on those pretty lips that Evan loved.

“What would that be?” Evan said, looking over his shoulder.

His eyes widened, a flash of hunger evident as he saw your hand up under your dress. You were leaned back in your chair, head tilted back as you let out a soft moan. Your fingers danced expertly on top of your clit, dragging the bundle of nerves in a circle as a pregame.

“Oh, okay..I see how it is, Chica,” Evan laughed, dropping the banner to the ground. He walked over to you, picking you up like you weighed nothing. He tossed you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

“Put me down-!!” You squealed as a firm slap to your ass was planted to silence you. Evan squeezed the skin beneath your dress before he dropped you down onto the duvet. He crawled overtop of you, peeling off your birthday dress. His lips and teeth nipped at your shoulder, your collarbones, leaving small bruises and imprints of his teeth on your skin as he unclipped your bra. His fingers hooked your lace panties, dragging them down your legs as he felt that soft material he loved so much.

“Get comfortable,” He said with a sly grin, peeling his shirt from his torso. He climbed onto the bed planting his face between your smooth thighs. He flicks your throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue, his soft, entertained chuckles sending vibrations through your body.

Evan slid two fingers into your dripping folds, forcing you to let out a surprised, almost involuntary whine. Evan flicked his tongue faster, his fingers pumping harder into you.

“Agh— Oh, God, Evan,” You moan desperately, your head falling back. You needed more, and he knew that. Evan pulled his fingers away, his hands drawing to your waist as yours drew to the back of his head. he continued to move his tongue in stripes and circles, tasting that vanilla taste that he yearned for. After a bit, pulled away before laying out on his back, the fluffy duvet crumpling under his body weight.

“C’mere..” Evan grunted as he grabbed your hips, attempting to pull you up over him. You settled over his face, seating yourself comfortably as you started to grind over his nose.

Evan once again lets out a chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick the wetness from your folds. Your hands went down to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark curls. You ground your hips harder, broken, satisfied whimpers escaping your mouth. Evan held one hand to your hip, the other one going to down to unzip his jeans. He pushed the denim to his thighs, grabbing and kneading himself through his boxers, which already had a sizeable stain on the fabric.

He took your hips, pulling you off his face. Evan sat you down as he pulled off his boxers, watching your naked body. His eyes traced every shape, every curve. The way your waist was shaped, your breasts, hips, thighs, everything. He thought you were perfect, made by Aphrodite herself, the contours of your body crafted with the holiest clay.

You watched him crawl over you, his hands going to either side of your head. You felt his lips on your skin, kissing your neck, his tongue licking at the soft skin. He always said you tasted of vanilla, for some strange reason. It had grown to become one of his favorite scents and tastes since dating you.

Evan lined himself up, his tip gently prodding at your closed sex. You take in some much needed air, relaxing your body. Your aforementioned relaxation had been cut short by the full feeling of his cock being driven into you. That was the moment that you remembered how big he was, how much he truly stuffed you.

You let out a strained moan, your nails digging into the skin of his back so hard that it almost drew blood. But he didn’t mind. He was a freak, you knew it. Evan pumped his hips back and forth, back and forth at a relentless, almost brain melting pace. He would go from torturously slow, to almost painfully fast, enjoying the way your nails dug deeper into his skin.

You crane your head, planting your face against his bicep. You sink your teeth into his skin, right against his tattoo. You hear him let out a wince, pumping his hips faster. You pull back, looking up at him as you held back probably the loudest moan you’d ever excrete.

“You’re gonna pay for- fuck— for that one, baby,” He panted, his breathing turning sharp as he continued going faster and faster until-..You finally felt it. That sweet release. And so did he.

“Evan-!!” You cried out, pressing your body as taught against his as it could be. He let out a loud moan, and then another as he continued weakly thrusting with jerking-like motions.

“Agh-! Fuck…God..” He breathed, exhaling sharply. He nuzzled himself deeply into you before pulling out with a wet pop. His length bounced up the moment it was released. Evan sighed, laying out next to you.

He held you tightly in his arms, pressing soft kisses to the helix of your ear, or gently to your neck as he whispered gently to you.

“Happy birthday, Birthday Girl..”

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[xialumee]

domestic scaralumi day 3 - afternoon date

[sevscig]

guys…i wanted a little drabble to feed my addiction to sev, and i’m missing my cat rn because he’s currently with my mom till i figure my shit out sooo!!!! cat content with sev :33 hope you guys enjoy!!!

|- just some fluff :33 cutie sevika, because i love her sm!!!

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sevika who didn’t want the cat at all when you walked in with the purring creature . “sweetheart. i love you, and i put up with you ‘cause i love you but i do not want a cat.” sevikas gravily voice rang out from the kitchen, almost as soon as you walked in with the fluffy kitten in your arms. you thought he was cute, a fluffy black cat with green eyes, “but i already named him sevvvvv” you whined as you waddled happily over to sevika with the purring kitty in your arms, “he’s so cute baby, why can’t we keep him..?” you pouted staring at sevika with a frown.

sevikas taller frame towered over your own as she wrapped her arms around you . “because, i don’t want to clean litter boxes, and do whatever else you have to do to take care of a cat. don’t be a brat sweetheart.” she said pressing a kiss to your forehead. you held the kitty out in your arms, “but i found him in the rain, look at how cute he isss sev baby pleaseeee.” you protested, and for a moment it looked like sevikas face seemed to soften for a second while looking at the fur-ball purring in your arms, “i can’t just put him back outside.” yet another excuse came from you. “uhh, yes you can.” she said, though you just shoved the kitty into her arms and she tensed.

“just hang out with him, he already likes youuu!!! i’m gonna make us dinner baby.” you smiled, sevika groaned but didn’t protest knowing not to anymore. her arms outstretched with the cat like it was a bomb or something as she walked to the living room, “don’t hold him like that sevika. hold him normally.” you called from the kitchen though you couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping your lips at the obscene picture, you wouldn’t think you’d ever see sevika holding a cat.

she sat on the couch the cat curling into a ball on her lap, every muscle in her body was tense, “i don’t want this thing, what do i do with it ? it’s not like i can go play fetch or some shit like i can with a dog.” she grumbled, her eyes lingered on the soft rise and fall of the kittens belly as it kneaded it paws into her thigh, “ow! you little fuc-“ she cut herself off when she caught a look at you. “fucker…what’s its name?” she asked; her voice raspy as she turned on the tv, ready to watch her show. “it’s theo.” you murmured, “well. theo. is a little fucker.” she grumbled looking away from the kitten purring on her lap, she earned rolled eyes from you, and soft snores from the fluffy kitten in her lap as she watched her show, mumbling to herself.

sooner or later dinner was done, putting pasta on two plates for both sevika and yourself. making sure you poured yourself a glass of wine and sevika some whiskey. “sev baby? foods done.” you called softy, still shuffling around the kitchen for last minute things, you hadn’t heard anything coming from her in a while. humming to yourself as you put the dishes in the sink to clean later and walked out of the kitchen to find sevika. your sevika, snoring on the couch, the tv remote in her hand as theo purred in his sleep on her chest. “and you said you ‘didn’t want a cat’” you grumbled to yourself despite the giggle escaping your lips as you pulled out your phone to take a picture. sevika looked so calm, her face rested in a calm expression, her jaw wasn’t clenched, the usual wear of the day wasn’t creased into her eyebrow, she looked…at peace for once.

and this picture? oh you were gonna use it against her forever when she found out, but for now it would do as your wallpaper, your two babies. your pride and joys.

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anywhoo!!! i hoped you guys liked that, it was just a little something because sevikas been on my mind, i haven’t really written much lately but i’m trying to get back into it. i hope yall enjoyed!!! if yall want me to write something just ask😭😭 im gonna try and write more for sev just because i love her sm, so expect more lol😭😭

[manhwamuneca]

Most of this episode felt like they were so domestic....

[betweenblackberrybranches]

RLGL AU

Game night<3

[critter-creature-or-beast]

Submitted for classification by @livelaughratgirl

"Cocoa rabbit 😰"

[bakutenshi]

Heal me

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I Am All In Rewatch - Jess & Rory - Episode 3x18

Here he is all of a sudden completely domesticated, right.. Well, you know, he meets her and they what do we what movie watching? I want to watch this?... so they're so they're like this old couple all of a sudden, Like all of a sudden, he's just sort of like there's no edge to him. He's just I guess he's trying to get his act together and settle down and be a responsible guy, work up Wal-mart, get employee of the month. Doesn't need school because he's too bright. So he's really I think he's really focused on his relationship right? And now I think now I think he's like, you know what she's going off, She's going to meet some impressive guys...so I think he's like he realizes he's gonna lose her if he doesn't get his act together, because his act is going to get really old fast. And he's doing that....It's a common move on the East Coast. That's a move. It's a standard thing. It's East coast. Cause It's colder in the winder it's the move you do in the fall. -Scott

[aangelinakii]

BREADWINNER.

— ( try not to ) kiss the cook.

summary : you spend a morning with your boyfriend while he cooks breakfast, and you try so desperately not to kiss him. but that's what the apron says, right?

not proofread !

as your eyes flickered open, pulled away from slumber, the sickly sweet aroma of burnt sugar wafted through your senses. bringing a lazy hand to rub at your sandy eyes, you glanced over at the space next to you. the bedding had been left messy where he'd left you, warmth still radiating from where he'd slept there.

with a groan as you stretched out your achingly tired limbs, you pulled yourself to your feet, your toes drinking in the plushness of the slippers angled perfectly next to your side of the bed.

trudging out of the bedroom, slippers softening the blows of your feet on the floorboards, you followed your nose to the kitchen, where your boyfriend stood in front of the stove, back turned to you.

from here, with the pale sunlight slipping through the blinds, every crevice lining his back pulled you further into the room. his shoulders were wide and angular, the product of his line of work, and years of gymnastic training. despite the smoothness of his skin, owning a soft glow in the morning light, he had a few scars here and there; one that stood out to you sat along his lower back, that you now made a conscious effort not to touch once you'd done so before and he flinched.

on his lower half he donned blue plaid pyjama trousers – a pair that he wasn't wearing when he'd gone to sleep with you the night before. as sunny as the mornings were, they were also chilly.

but what was new about this morning attire was the pink ribbon tied in a bow just above the scar on his lower back. where'd this come from?

"good morning, handsome," you hummed as you leaned against the kitchen table, voice still raspy from waking up.

surprised by the sound of your voice, dick's quiet humming of frank sinatra songs cut short, and he spun around to face you, one hand still holding his spatula. "hey!"

your eyes roamed the new addition to his outfit; the pink apron covering his toned chest, protecting his torso from any food stains or burns. right in the middle, in a lace-adorned white heart, wrote the words kiss the cook! in italic lettering. no need to tell you twice.

his lips pulled up into a bashful grin. "i wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

at the sweet sincerity of his words, your lips pulled up, too, and you slowly approached. stepping closer to him, you snaked an arm around his waist, perching your chin on one of those broad shoulders of his, and he turned back around to work on the sugary pancakes in his frying pan.

"i mean, i'm still surprised," you chuckled, watching from over his shoulder as he skilfully flipped over the pancake. "you didn't have to do all this."

"i know," dick replied, voice somewhat small and soft. from where you stood, chest pressed to his back, you could feel his words vibrate through his body as he spoke, rumbling with adoration. "but i know you've had a rough week, so i wanted to do something nice."

your gaze flickered from the creamy, sizzling pancake in the frying pan, up to his face. you could only see about a quarter of it from your view, but that one quarter filled you with warmth, sweet, sweet warmth.

the curve of his soft cheek, and the way his long eyelashes fluttered with each blink. the angle of his nose, and the way it subtly hooked; a part he was more insecure about, but something you loved. he hadn't done his hair yet since waking up, so his raven locks sprouted out every which way; messy, but in an almost intricate way.

with the hum of a lovesick chuckle, you pressed your lips softly against dick's cheek. "you patrol the streets every day. i should be doing something like this for you."

once you pulled away, your free hand moving from your side to cup his other shoulder, thumb caressing soft lines against his skin, your eyes caught sight of the faint pink tinge gracing what you could see of his cheek. beneath your hand, the muscles in his shoulder moved, as he brought both up in a bashful shrug.

"sure, but i wanted to do this for you."

he took a step back, and you unattached yourself from him, and he moved the pancake from the pan onto a plate, which had been stacked with a few already.

"take these to the table, will you?" he suggested, sending a glance back your way.

manoeuvring around him, you pulled the two pancake-ridden plates from the counter beside him, and moved them onto the table, placing each at opposite chairs, so you could look at each other as you ate.

when dick joined you, taking his place on the other side of the table, he'd brought over cutlery and a bottle of maple syrup.

with a sigh, he moved his arms behind him, readying to untie his apron, but you weren't ready for it to go so soon.

"hey!" you gasped, mouth half-full of maple-drenched pancake already. "what do you think you're doing?"

he'd frozen in the middle of removing the apron when you spoke, his expression a combination of shock and puzzlement. "getting.. ready to eat?" he replied, more of a question than a statement.

"and you think you can just take off the apron?" a laugh brushed past your teeth as you chewed your breakfast.

after a moment of bewildered silence, dick gave a shrug, his muscles tensing. "yeah?"

you swallowed the food – delicious, by the way – and leaned forward in your seat, arms outstretched to pull the loop back over his head, a grin on your lips. "we need to know who made this amazing breakfast."

once realising what you're talking about, dick reversed his movements behind his back, and began retying the bow of his apron, a small smile on his lips.

"and look at that," you hummed, pointing at his chest in feigned surprise. "the apron is basically forcing me to give my compliments to the chef."

at this, dick's smile revealed his shining white teeth, his boyishly cute laugh accompanying it. and, as you leaned closer, his eyes closed, lips meeting yours in the middle for a short embrace.

when you pulled away, moving back in your seat to resume eating, your boyfriend gave a chuckle, and you glanced up, shovelling some more of your breakfast into your mouth. "what's up?"

"your lips are sticky," he grinned, glancing away from you.

unconsciously, your tongue flicked out between your lips, and you shook your head bashfully.

"just shut up and eat your breakfast."

[luckyoctopus]

This was from me requesting some ZoSan prompts for Twitter 💕

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This was supposed to be 1 illustration buuut...oops...╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

I had too much fun lol!! I hope y'all like it 💚💙

[virgothozul]

Ok. I have listened to the people. I have watched the thing. It is very wholesome.

Kazu comes home. He is hopeless and tipsy. And he swings between excited and wasted.

[oum-aao]

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