Domesticated Humans
The smooth, brown-skinned boy had swiftly become something of a fixture around pride rock, as he'd proven actually quite adept at domestic chores, even better than brie and rie.
Domestic Passions
"domestics. they never learn, do they, dak'arr?" his paw flashed out of nowhere, striking her savagely across the face even as another spurt of the wolf's seed pulsed into her.
The Domestic PigFox
The plump pig-fox ruefully closed the door behind him, cradling in his arms the junk food that was a shame. He placed the bags on the table and watched patiently for the doorbell not knowing why he went to pick up cheeseburgers, when he had already...
Domestic Mate
. ## domestic mate another of my lemons from fanfiction. as with my other story, i've changed a few things here and there, but otherwise left it the same.
Domestic Concerns
Hey everyone. Welcome to _Free Association_, Episode 40. Large round numbers and all. If you didn't catch my recent journal, FA has switched to updating every other week. Not something I really wanted to do, but something that I needed to do... to...
Ulysses is Domestic
**ulysses is domestic** by ulysses faer i slipped out of bed from beneath roscoe's muscular arm and crept, nude, into the kitchen where i donned my bright-red apron. it was only nine in the morning, just the right time for breakfast.
Domesticating a Raccoon
domesticating a raccoon by _feder_ "you have _got_to be kidding." vic had just finished his second drink in the smoky bar as he listened to his friend speak. the fox leaned back in his chair as gabe spoke.
Domestic Matters
Today was a part time day, so she spent most of her time at home still doing domestic shit. it was kinda nice. sam still did his thing, per usual. he woke up early and headed to work, then came home after his 9 hours was up.
Domestic Call
"hello, is anybody home, i'm with the rnpd, we got a domestic call for this address? " the trio had their minds set on a new prey.
I Burned the Bridges to Heaven
Quick little story detailing some effects of domestic violence. published in earth is huge and we're all on it.
Book tidbit
This had been the work of domestic violence, he thought as he put the pieces together in his mind. how had i been so cruel to her? he thought, and without a word he scooped her up in his arms, petting her hair softly.
Cat in the Mud
Sidi hummed quietly as they strode into the repurposed warehouse. It had been turned into an art collective several years prior, much to their elation since their last studio space had closed. The fluffy black cat...