𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ [𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘮] 𝘯. 𝘢 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴛ. ᴍs, ᴍᴠ. ᴄʜᴇᴍ-ʙᴀsᴇᴅ sʜɪᴘs ᴏɴʟʏ. ᴍᴅɴɪ & ᴜɴᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴡs. ɴsғᴡ.

slow stretching over soft and messy bedsheets. it doesn't matter what anyone says — a good morning starts without an alarm clock or (any) concrete plan.

when your phone blows up from all the messages your husband sends while you're off chasing toys.

grunts! then proceeds to wiggle like a menace to bounce his head.

stretches out happily, tummy up.

it sounds more like a particularly exciting day for them. not too unusual but, uncommon enough.

waking up to husband and then falling asleep to husband? perfect.

why do you have such a tiny waist but a thick ass for?

sounds like you could also shove them in my mouth and be pretty warm. [snickering as he sprawls on top of the dragon.]

i feel like this works for both of us.

pressing their cheeks together in order to nuzzle him. does it leave bursts of the hellhound's scent with every swipe? absolutely. "we should renew it. our vows." just for fun — for the celebration aspect of it.

he knows that his tail is whipping the air in excitement but there is not a single bit of shame in cerb's body. "i wouldn't drag you down unless it's (really) time. but that's up to you, isn't it?" divinity have odd rules and order ways to break them. gnaws on his hair.

[cue the immediate twitch and teeth snapping in the air. don't think about it.] be nice. i'm being (friendly) in the first place!

it's because i run like your own personal furnace, isn't it? you looooove that i'm extra hot in the winter!

[waggling eyebrows] you can always try grabbing a handful.

he's pretending like he can't be seen — and then flopping himself over dante's back with a happy bark. hello! headpats!