#and it's domestic bliss

[summersnow82]

I Live Here Now

Fanfiction _ Yu Yu Hakusho

Fictober 2022/ Prompt #2: “Nobody warned you about me?”

Summary: Yusuke's reputation keeps challengers showing up even when he's been out of the game all these years.

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Yususke Urameshi couldn’t help but laugh. After all these years, he still had humans and demons alike challenging him to boost their ego and reputation. The young man in front of him now looked like all the others – tough guy wardrobe, big muscles, and a cocky attitude. Yusuke shook his head, crossing his arms across his strong chest, and leveling his piercing green gaze at the younger man.

“Shop’s closed, son. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll head out now.”

The young punk threw his head back, guffawing more for show than humor. Yusuke drew his lips into a tight line, arching a brow. “What’s the matter, old man? Nobody warned you about me?”

Yusuke sighed. “Son, seriously. Do yourself a favor and get.” He thrust his head in the direction of the door knowing full well the punk wouldn’t use the exit willingly.

“If you’re too afraid just say it, old man.” The younger man flexed his fists.

Yusuke levied a steady gaze at him. “It’s not you I’m scared of, son.”

From the stairs above a shrill, exhausted voice broke the silence. “YUSUKE URAMESHI! IS THERE A REASON YUMI AND RAE ARE COVERED IN FLOUR? I JUST BATHED THEM!”

Yusuke thrust a finger at the ceiling, reading the young man’s confused expression. “That’s who you should be afraid of, son. My wife, Keiko. We’ve got two under four, another on the way, this shop, and I forgot to get her favorite ice cream on the way home. You really wanna start something right now?”

The younger man looked thoroughly confused. “B...but… you’re the great Urameshi?”

Yusuke inclined his head to the side. “Yeah, well, the great Urameshi has bills, a mortgage, and a family now. The only “great” I really care about is where my family is concerned, so could this wait?”

The look of complete devastation on the young punk’s face said it all. This was the future? Was it his future, too? “Listen, son,” Yusuke said a bit more gently than intended, “I’m proud of my past, and all I achieved, but don’t think for a second I did it on my own. I had folks helping and believing in me every step of the way, and she,” he thrust his finger to the ceiling again, “was there from the very beginning. If you’re half as lucky as I was you’ll be somewhere like this in twenty years.”

“I will?” The younger man’s voice had jumped in pitch, and sounded so meek and bewildered. It matched the complete shock on his young face.

Yusuke grinned. “Hell, yes. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.” A crash upstairs followed by Keiko’s shriek made both men freeze in place.

“You’re crazy, man,” the young man claimed before darting out of the shop.

Yusuke shrugged, heading for the steps. Maybe the kid was right, but Yusuke meant what he said. He wouldn’t trade the life he had now for anything.

[soaptaculart]

Postcanon Farcille indulgence

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[bluegiragi]

brief.

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[recny]

jacob anderson #1 lesdaughter enthusiast confirmed

[ddruxyart]

Domestic bliss I know how bad you wanted it (x)

[specsthesecond]

Wearing your werewolf partners clothes when you want to get them riled up cus you know covering yourself in their sent drives them crazy.

You walk into the kitchen with only their unwashed work shirt on, it's obviously pretty baggy because they're huge.

You cuddle close to them and kiss them, trying to get your intentions across in the best way without actually saying it.

They could obviously smell you and your intentions the second you walked in but they're trying to focus on the food they're making, huffing at you in amusement. You trail your hands under their shirt and over their happy trail, stopping at the waistband.

"You smell good." You mumble into their back and that makes them tense up a little. You smirk against their warm skin.

You take that as your cue to slip your hands down their pants and sure enough their arousal is very evident. Which you could already tell by the tail wagging between you.

They only return to make their food (in a very self-satisfied manner) when you're dozing off on the couch, full and satisfied. Still wearing their shirt which is now in even more need of a wash.

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[pseudowho]

Domestic Bliss: Nanami Kento #7, Cravings

Nanami Kento x Pregnant!Reader

"Kento.. when I say I want Taco Bell, I mean it. I really, really want Taco Bell."

The fragrant aroma of frying peppers and onions, garlic and heady spices, filled the kitchen. Kento had his back to you, his apron tied and snatching his waist inwards. The way he tapered up to broad shoulders, so profoundly triangular; you admired him with a geometrist's gaze. The cake beneath that neat little bow. Those long, long legs, thick-thighed and powerful. Perhaps you craved more than Taco Bell.

Your tummy rumbled, adding to that unique gravid discomfort of an already overstretched belly. Hearing your tummy growl through the thrill of fluid, your baby kicked, a foot occupying a space beneath your ribs you didn't know you had. And shit...you really wanted Taco Bell.

"Then I'll make you some." Kento replied, light, and broaching no argument. "There's no need to go out."

"While your cooking is lovely, I know what I want."

"Yes." Kento answered, infuriatingly calm with a patient smile. "You want tacos."

"I want Taco Bell."

"No you dont. Taco Bell is shit. You deserve better. They deserve better." Kento gestured with a spatula towards your belly, flipping chicken and vegetables in his pan. You felt a whoosh of outrage, your hackles rising like a cat in a fight.

You sidled up behind Kento, your ankles puffy, your wedding ring hanging on a necklace instead of on your swollen fingers. Your fingers tippy-tapped on the counter, one of your hands on his waist.

"...are you trying to police my body, Mr.Nanami?"

Kento heard a panic alarm go off in the back of his mind. Unwisely, he doubled down.

"...of course not, my love. I would never. I know your rights, and I would never ignore them, or your needs, or how you feel."

You let his words hang. The silence was almost as pregnant as you. Kento's alarm bells started to ring harder and a bead of sweat dropped in his mind. And yet--

"But," he continued, starting to smell smoke creeping beneath his metaphorical door, now, shouts and screams in the distance as you smiled at him oh fuck why is she smiling at me oh I've fucked up oh shit I've really fucked up, "fatty food makes your heartburn worse, and I can make you something much nicer, and too much salt will only add to your water retention. And your ankles are already so--"

Shit.

"...already so...what, my love?" Oh fuck oh shit I need to make this better I was just trying to be helpful I--

Kento turned the heat off. He lay down his spatula. He reached back to untie his apron.

"You know, darling...I think I fancy Taco Bell too."

Your smile widened, your clawing grip easing on his waist. "You do?"

"Absolutely. I'll get my keys."

"Yes. You will get your keys. And...help me get my shoes on. Please."

[ah-jiing]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[thirstyvampyr]

What's that about anyway? It's a long story. Ends in all-you-can-eat tamales. Come here.

[heavenbarnes]

I want older bf!simon so bad Jesus CHRIST!!!

Cuddling with him and showing him funny tiktoks (having to explain the context of each one in painstaking detail) before he fucks me within an inch of my life

it’s beyond a joke at this point, i actually NEED him 🫶🏼

the end of the day is the best with older bf!simon when you’re both in bed. he’s sat back against the headboard and you’re cuddled into his chest.

his hand is against your back, rubbing gently along your spine. your hand is against his stomach, resting on the bare skin as your scroll through your phone.

tiktok time, simon’s limited exposure to social media.

“so he’s singing in chinese because he doesn’t want to apologise to his girlfriend-“

“is that actually him singing?”

“well no, he’s lip syncing it’s just-“

“so he can’t actually sing in chinese? needs’ta ‘pologise to his-“

“ok next one, si”

it goes on like this, you explaining every single trend and every single meme to this man that views the internet like he was born yesterday.

“so it’s framing it like a competition about being cheated on-“

“terrible competition”

“yeah i know but it’s a joke, and khloe kardashian is there-“

“who’s that? the blue guy?”

“no, my love, thats squidward-“

and in the end you naturally end up on the nighttime side of tiktok and you’re getting one that says something stupid like “ladies try flashing your man when he’s had a long day” or whatever.

suddenly he understands tiktok like he might as well have invented it.

“y’dont do that for me”

your looking up at him under a quirked brow as you shrug, “let me know the next time you have a long day and i will”

you can feel his hand start creeping around under your shirt and you’re trying to hide the smile thats forming on your face as you lock your phone.

“had a long day, sweet’art”

[summersnow82]

Somethin' Bad - Part 14

Author's Note: Thank you for sticking with me, lovelies. It's been a busy season for my family, and I wanted to try my hand at the Fictober challenge. I've got a clear vision for the rest of this story, but I'm unsure how long it will be. I do know this - our boy will have a happy ending. I hope you'll stick around.

This is the song Annabelle sings in this chapter. Frank Sinatra and Julie London have beautiful renditions, too.

Part 14

Travis knew there was something wrong as he parked his car in front of his family home. The lights were all out, and the front door was ajar. He unholstered his gun and his flashlight, cautiously stepping into the house. Every fiber of his being was screaming to call out to his family, but he kept quiet, moving silently through his childhood home.

The smell hit him when he entered the kitchen – death and blood. It was a smell he’d come to know well over the past six years. He saw Bobby first, his hulking mass in the middle of the room. His father lay a few feet away the wolf tearing into his stomach. It whirled, the muzzle dripping blood as it snarled at Travis.

“It’s your fault, Travis.” His mother’s voice called from the corner of the room, and he could see her golden eyes before she ever moved. “You should’ve been here. If you’d been here none of this would’ve happened.”

The wolf took a step towards Travis, but he couldn’t move. His eyes were locked on his mother.

“You have always been a disappointment to me, boy. Never shoulda had ya. Shoulda killed ya the day you were born. All you’ve ever done is fail this family.”

Those golden eyes were moving closer. The wolf in front of him took another step.

His hands were shaking so badly the flashlight’s beam danced around the room.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Good for nothing.”

He couldn’t catch his breath.

Behind him, he heard a snarl. His feet remained frozen to the ground.

“Travis.” It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. Soft, gentle. “Travis.”

“You listen to me, boy….”

“Shhhhh. It’s all right. You’re safe.”

The snarling behind him went silent.

“I will not have another whore try to ruin this family!”

“Shhhh, Travis, shhhh.”

His hands had gone still. His breathing calmed.

“Fly me to the moon, and let me play upon the stars. Let me see what Spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.”

“Don’t you listen to her, boy.”

The wolf in front of him shrank back into the shadows.

“In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling, kiss me. Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forevermore.”

“TRAVIS!” His mother’s voice was desperate now.

“You are all I long for. All I worship, and adore. In other words, please be true.”

“...Travis...”

“In other words, I love you.”

Travis closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was standing by the lake. The moon was full, the stars were bright, and for once he didn’t feel afraid. “Took you long enough.”

He turned, catching his breath. Evelyn was standing on the dock the same sapphire blue ball gown she’d worn to their prom. Her hair was piled high on her head, ringlets floating around her neck. “Evie?” He breathed.

She grinned, closing the distance between them. She reached up to fix his tie, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I missed you, too.”

“I’m dreaming.” He said the words slowly, afraid the revelation would make her disappear.

“I’d like to take credit, but…,” she shrugged, smiling as she put her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. She began to sway to a song he couldn’t hear, and he followed her movements.

“I miss you.”

She smiled, laying her head on his chest. “You always were a good dancer, Travis Hackett.”

“I should’ve done more. I’m so sorry - ,” she cut him off with a brush of her lips to his.

“You’re a good man, Travis Hackett. You always have been.” He stared down into her slate blue eyes. “Don’t make the same mistake twice, okay?”

“Evie…,” he breathed her name, pulling her close, hugging her so she couldn’t disappear.

“Promise me.”

“Evie….”

“...promise...”

Travis heard the birds before his eyes ever opened. He blinked, rubbing his eyes as his body slowly woke up. He was in his house on his couch. His TV was still on, muted now, and “Bonanza” was playing. At the end of the couch, curled up with her head angled against the back cushions was Annabelle. Her dark hair was loose, a wild mop of hair, and she was wearing his old blue plaid cotton robe. Her legs rested against his own, a warm dark green blanket covering them both.

He stared at her as the memory of his nightmare and dream came flooding back. Bits and pieces were fleeting, but he remembered enough, and in the light of morning he knew who pulled him away from the wolves.

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They fell into a pattern, Travis and Annabelle. He’d wake to find her curled at the end of the couch or lying on the floor next to him, wisps of a broken nightmare lingering as he took in the sleeping brunette. He felt equally elated and terrified at the growing warmth and affection he felt for the time traveler, and, by extension, her best friend.

Each morning, Travis would tuck her into the couch, covering her with the dark green blanket. He’d get ready for work, make coffee, and leave her a simple, noncommittal note.

Be back at lunch. - T

He found himself whistling more, nodding at the townsfolk, even conversing with Sean more easily. The blonde was, in fact, a genius. He’d covered half a dozen legal pads in notes and equations in a math Travis could never hope to comprehend. A mixture of theory and science, Sean was working through time travel and werewolf problems in a way Travis had never seen anyone else process. It was beginning to stir ancient feelings akin to hope in Travis’ heart. Maybe they could finally be free from this wretched curse.

“I’m beginning to feel guilty keeping him in there,” Travis admitted one afternoon over lunch. He’d come home to find Annabelle freshly washed, donning another of his shirts, her hair always in a braid. Lunch would normally be ready, and he’d note some small change or improvement to the house. He never mentioned any of it; if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up, and if this was reality, he wanted to enjoy every moment before it inevitably shattered down around him.

“Don’t,” Annabelle replied, offering him half of an apple. He took it with only a hint of resignation – she was determined to get proper nutrition in him. “If Sean didn’t want to be there, he wouldn’t be.” Travis snorted, and she ignored it. She kept saying things like that, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Maybe they genuinely were time travelers with a penchant for the supernatural, and several tricks up their sleeves, but so far, Travis hadn’t seen any of it. The only supernatural aspects he could place in Annabelle and Sean was their ability to put up with his nonsense in the kindest, most understanding way.

“Look,” Annabelle said, sitting down next to him, her knees barely brushing his own. “Sean’s mind is like a Rubix cube. It takes a while to click and lock all the pieces into place, and it takes a good deal of concentration to do it. Believe it or not, he’s probably getting more work done in there than we are out here.” Travis searched her eyes, still having difficulty accepting her answer.

“We’d better get going,” he finally said, tearing his eyes from hers. “He’ll wonder where his lunch is.” Travis arched an eyebrow in a manner that was almost playful. “He still gets hungry, doesn’t he?”

She grinned, moving to grab the lunch she’d packed for Sean. “I was actually going to stay here today, if you don’t mind. I had some things I wanted to get done around here.” Travis frowned, opening his mouth to protest, but she shushed him with a wave of her hand. “I know, I know. Prisoner, trust, blah, blah, blah, but I have laundry to do and a pot roast I want to get done for supper.”

Travis’ expression dropped as fast as his heart leapt in his chest. Is this what married life is like? Is this… he searched for the word, constantly circling round to bliss. He was still in a dumbfounded state as she led him to the front door, handing him Sean’s lunch as she opened the door, and ushered him outside. “Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow,” she said, smiling.

His mouth opened once, closed, and then opened again. This was bliss. It had to be. Domestic bliss, boring, everyday, normal bliss. A beautiful woman seeing him off to work with an adoring smile, and a bagged lunch.

He didn’t mean to kiss her; he’d told himself the next time – if there was a next time – he would ask first. He’d take his time, be gentle, slow, and savor each moment instead of letting passion consume him. Instead, he was leaning in as a reflex, grazing his lips across her own as a way to say goodbye. The way he’d always imagined it. The way he’d always dreamed of it happening.

Her eyes fluttered open, a soft blush dusting her features as she blinked back to reality. “Be safe,” he murmured, before turning to head to his cruiser. The words Evie said to him every time they parted, including the last when she’d been heartbroken and sobbing. Be safe. Travis closed his eyes at the thought, breathing in deeply before turning the key in the ignition. If this was what happiness felt like he never wanted to let it go.

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Constance Hackett came from a long line of strong women; the kind of women who ruled their home with an iron fist. The men in their family knew better than to draw their hand back at a woman – it would be the last thing they did, and no lawman would ever find them. So when she heard from the town gossip Travis had been seen with a young woman – “a pretty, young thing,” she’d said – Constance knew she would have to put an end to that.

Chris had chosen wisely – a passive, meek little thing too small to be a threat. The doctor had warned her against another baby, but Constance insisted. After all, a good woman does her wifely duty.

Sweet Bobby, well, he wasn’t the marrying kind. Too dependent on his mama after his service injury.

...but Travis. Oh, Travis. He got this foolhardy idea in his head once in awhile that he could replace his mother with some common tramp. That was fine; after all, he was still her boy, and he still needed to be taught a lesson now and again. She’d done a fine job running off the last little hussy, and she could do it again.

“Pa,” she called to Jedediah after hanging up the landline. “Get the truck. We’re heading into town.”

[isthemedia]

Mini idea I may draw or write sometime.

Wade has his “days” where he just sorta is hunkered under the blankets. Doesn’t come out or anything. It’s a combination of his cancer, that his brain won’t shut-up, and just everything feels like static.

Vanessa explains to Logan that he’s not necessarily irritable like this, just he doesn’t really want do much. She also shows that there’s the “yoink area”-demonstrating it by setting some snacks in said area for Wade to just snatch and bring under the blankets.

Logan gets use to this and feels like it’s the least he can do since Wade is always ready to help when he has to deal with his nightmares.

Insert one time, Logan sitting on said bed during one of those moods. Vanessa and Laura over talking and to check on Wade. Only for Logan to lean back juuuust enough into yoinking range-

And with no hesitation Wade tries to drag him under.

Laura and Vanessa cracking up at it cause it happened so fast and a quick “I forgot!” from Logan as he pulled under.

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Zayne and M/C is so Husband and Wife at this point..

[medusagorgongirl1]

Wanna know what I want to see more of in the Timkon Fandom? Good boyfriend Tim. I'm not saying fics that are 'Kon going through shit, and Tim is just there to be the 'good boyfriend that you could replace with literally any fucking character'

Im talking about Tim recognizing his anti social, pushing away the people he loves tendencies and realizing that he cannot act that way to Kon. I want Tim to realize the way the Kon love, and that he needs to put effort into making Kon feel loved. Like a lot of people that ship these think that they could just get together and tgat would be it, but like they would both have to effort into maintaining the relationship, and making the other feel loved and wanted.

Like I want Tim to start showing Kon more casual affection. Like throwing in the occasional pet name, holding hands more often, being more tactile, etc. Because kon thrives off of being reminded that he is loved. But like Kon would be thrown for a fucking loop every time Tim does something like that, because he knows that Tim is doing it for him, and that makes it 10 times more important. But like also vice versa with Kon acknowledging that sometimes Tim will throw his entire being in a case or project, and that's just how he is. Like I want Kon to understand that Tim is obsessive, like that's just a part of him and sometimes he just needs a bit of space to finish something before he can be a regular human again

It just, it annoys me that a lot of people that ship them don't think that their contrasting personalities and behaviors would ever cause any issues in their relationship. Like I wanna see more domestic timkon, where they have to work for their shared happiness

[jmliebert]

♡♡♡ domestic bliss with gale ♡♡♡

a lot of gentle touches and sincere "I love you"s

Gale makes you breakfast almost everyday (obviously)

sometimes when the mood takes him, he'll even do something like heart-shaped pancakes and despite it being cliche you can't help but feel your heart soften by the gesture

on special mornings, he'll even bring breakfast to you in bed, a tray laden with your favourites (he knows you very well)

and let me just say he always leaves the kitchen tidy. he may be a little messy sometimes, his (and now yours too) place may be a little cluttered, but he's a tidy wizard and clean up after himself period !!!

while we are talking about the kitchen....you had steamy sex over the counter more times that you can count

during the day, when he's immersed in his studies, you often bring him a steaming cup of coffee or a tasty snack

you sneak behind him and start massaging his shoulders, and he groans at the touch with appreciation, tenderly kissing your hands

but you're not always as merciful; seeing him hunched over his books, his brow furrowed in concentration does something for you; makes you want to melt away his stress with different type of distraction...and he's so easy to tease :))

but what I want to talk about more is simple moments you share together; like when Gale prepares a meal you hum a tune and wash the dishes, stealing little kisses from him that leave you both smiling;

you hug him from behind when he's cutting the vegetables and it feels so good to feel warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heart;

you can't resist giving his cute, small ass a cheeky squeeze, which makes him jump and laugh and then tutting and calling you a bad girl with his index finger pointed into the air (he wants to sound angry but fails)

and you can always feel his gaze on you filled with a quiet, unwavering affection

your dinners are often a candlelit affairs, filled with soft smiles and meaningful conversation. as the sun slowly fades over the horizon, you sit on the balcony, basking in the golden glow, sharing quiet moments over books (you read a lot of books at this household)

sometimes you talk about everything and nothing (gale often ranting at his students) and sometimes you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder while he still reads, or you fall asleep on his lap, as he gently massages your scalp, his fingers threading through your hair making you all cozy and cared for

sometimes during the night Gale is stargazing with you, pointing out constellations and sharing the mythology behind them, with knowing hands he gently guides your body as you peer through the telescope

I can also imagine you two spending your evenings by the fireplace with glasses of wine in hand and an enchanted piano playing softly in the background. Gale arm wrapped securely around you, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin unconsciously

Gale often runs hot bath for you, joining you in the warm water. his hands move in soft circles, washing your hair, his lips leaving tender kisses on the back of your neck and not soon after you feel his growing erection poking at your back

you brush teeth side by side, and Gale watches in awe as you go through your skincare routine, simply enchanted. he loves the scent of your lotion and can’t resist leaning in to inhale the fragrance of your skin, murmuring compliments that make you blush

then you are slipping into comfy pyjamas <33 your sheets are always fresh and clean (not a single crumb on your mattress!) all ready for your nightly cuddles and whispered conversations

in bed you both read (I said before; a lot of reading)

Gale never forgets to kiss your forehead goodnight

sometimes you’re the little spoon, snuggled safely in his arms, other times he’s nestled against you, seeking your warmth. and often, you simply sleep with your head resting on his chest or his on yours, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your hand

Gale, who has spent so long alone, quickly adapts to sharing his life with you. you fit right in, he finds some peace when he's with you; quickly he can't imagine you not being here with him

when you are not around he finds it difficult to sleep, often spending the night in his study until dawn, the shadows under his eyes deepening with each hour of your absence

he's miserable without you :((

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you can find more of my works about gale ♡here♡

I'm sick rn, in my bed all day long (I'm losing my mind) and needed some gale fluff to feel better so!