#the domesticity... the piggybacking...

[kublakola]

I knew the OVA was gonna be gay but that... wow.... levels of homosexuality not previously conceived...

[fbfh]

did you know that Dean wakes up one morning and realizes he has a fucking bombshell of a wife/husband/spouse, a cozy (slightly rural) suburban house, and not one but three fucking daughters???? Did you know that he woke up one morning to toddler giggles and little kid bickering and baby babbling????? and your girls come charging in hushing their little giggles so they don't wake up mommy and daddy and so OBVIOUSLY he has to pretend to be asleep so he doesn't foil their plan. he focuses all his energy on keeping his face and body relaxed, keeping his breathing even. they're whispering and babbling and Dean peeks an eye open and looks at the love of his life and these three angels with their daddy's attitude and their mama's heart. they have your eyes and his smile. they're... the best parts of both of you, and there's something entirely new and beautiful in each of them too.

Bobby Dean is your oldest, and her 4th birthday is just around the corner. She's 3 and 3/4 right now, and won't let anyone forget it.

Your second is Jodi John, or JJ informally. She's fought her way half way through the terrible twos and is already getting a head start on the whole 3 going on 13 thing.

Mary Cass, or Cassie, is your youngest. She's just over a year old, and wants to do everything her big sisters do.

And Dean is looking at your little girls, and at you. He sees the way the morning sunlight dapples in through the window and illuminates their tangled hair and disney princess nightgowns. Your face is all puffy from sleep, and you still smell like the apple pie you made yesterday.

it's real, he realizes. that pipe dream that apple pie life.

you gave that to him. you did that. you turned his deepest, most unspoken desires into a reality like it was nothing. and every ounce of joy and love and peace he feels every moment of every day, he owes it all to you. You try to tell him on occasion when he gets all sentimental on you, he deserves it. he deserves every good thing he feels, and he's so great with the girls, he's a natural dad and you couldn't possibly dream of a better husband to do it with.

Because at his heart, Dean is a family man. He's your family man.

[nohara-rin-dot-mp3]

wait. fuck. kakagai victim of the "mean-spirited queer-coding for comedy to more sincere depiction via gradual loss of absurdity through normalization" pipeline??????? in the original naruto anime???? its more likely,. than you think

[witchingwithscissors]

The faint beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the quiet hospital room, a soft rhythm that matched the steady rise and fall of Agatha’s chest. Early morning light filtered through the blinds, painting pale streaks across the tile floor. In the chair beside the bed sat Rio, her elbows on her knees, her head bowed slightly as she stared at Agatha’s hand in hers.

Her dark teal sweater hung loosely on her frame, a comfort piece she’d thrown on in a rush after the long hours of waiting. Her hair, usually wild and free, was tied back into a ponytail, though stray curls had escaped to frame her tired face. Her eyes, rimmed red from exhaustion, stayed fixed on Agatha as if willing her to wake.

Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of pacing, pleading, and silently praying to whoever might be listening. The nurses had tried to coax her out more times than she could count, but Rio had refused. She needed to be here, to see Agatha’s eyes open, to remind herself that everything was okay.

And then, finally, Agatha stirred.

Rio sat up immediately, her breath catching as she saw the faintest flicker of movement. She leaned forward, her hands tightening around Agatha’s, her heart pounding as those familiar eyes began to flutter open.

“Agatha?” Rio said softly, her voice cracking just slightly.

Agatha blinked against the harsh hospital light, her gaze blurry but searching. When her eyes finally focused, they landed on Rio—and even through the fog of anesthesia, she smiled.

“Rio,” Agatha murmured, her voice barely audible. The corners of her lips lifted in a soft, loopy grin. “You’re here.”

Rio let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She smiled, but it was shaky, like she was holding back tears. “Of course, I’m here,” she said, brushing her thumb over the back of Agatha’s hand. “You scared the hell out of me, you know.

Agatha’s brows furrowed slightly, her mind still struggling to catch up. “What… happened?”

“You had emergency surgery,” Rio explained, her voice soft and soothing. “Your appendix. It was about to burst, and they had to take it out.”

Agatha blinked again, her smile faltering for a moment as her foggy mind tried to process. “Appendix… that’s the thing you don’t need, right?”

Rio laughed softly, the sound a mix of relief and disbelief. “Yeah, that’s the one. And yours decided to throw a tantrum.”

Agatha’s loopy smile returned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Dramatic little thing.”

“Dramatic little you,” Rio teased, though her voice wavered slightly. She reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Agatha’s forehead. “You scared me, baby. You really scared me.”

Agatha’s expression softened, her fingers weakly curling around Rio’s hand. “You waited for me?”

Rio’s throat tightened, and she nodded. “Fourteen hours, give or take. They told me to leave, but… how could I? I wasn’t going anywhere until I knew you were okay.”

Agatha’s smile widened just a fraction, her gaze full of warmth even as her eyelids drooped. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” Rio whispered, leaning closer, “you love me for it.”

Agatha’s voice was barely above a whisper now, her strength fleeting but her words steady. “I do.”

Rio exhaled shakily, her forehead dropping gently against Agatha’s hand. “God, you don’t know how good it is to hear you say that.”

Agatha blinked lazily at her, her voice slurring slightly. “You’re all dressed up,” she murmured, her gaze drifting over Rio’s sweater and neatly pulled-back hair. “You look beautiful.”

Rio’s laugh was quiet, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’m not dressed up.”

“It’s perfect,” Agatha murmured, her smile faint but genuine. “You’re perfect.”

Rio leaned back, brushing at her damp lashes with the sleeve of her sweater. She shook her head, still smiling. “You’re so loopy right now. You’re not even going to remember saying any of this.”

“Maybe,” Agatha admitted, her words slow and sleepy. Her gaze softened even further as she looked at Rio, her heart full despite the haze. “But I’d still mean it.”

Rio’s lips pressed together as her throat tightened again, her emotions too raw to speak for a moment. She leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Agatha’s temple, her lips lingering there like a silent promise.

“I love you,” Rio whispered, the words quiet but fierce.

Agatha didn’t respond, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep pulled her under again. But her fingers stayed curled around Rio’s, and Rio stayed right there, holding on to her like she’d never let go.

In that moment, Rio knew she’d be at Agatha’s side through every step of this, through every recovery, every late night, every uncertainty. She wasn’t just staying because she loved her—she was staying because she couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t.

Agathario AU | Rio visits Agatha after her surgery. Sequel to this edit.

[ahqkas]

Hello! ^^

First, just wanna say your blog is amazing. Second, what kind of shenanigans do you think would ensue with the batboys having a hyper physically clingy S/O? Like their S/O would get so excited they're home and just tackle hug them before they make it past the door kind of clingy.

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BRUCE WAYNE

bruce wayne, the ever-composed patriarch of the family, would at first have no idea how to handle such enthusiasm. his s/o being hyper-physically affectionate would probably throw him completely off-balance at first—not because he doesn’t enjoy the affection but because he’s not used to being greeted like that.

( the door creaks open as bruce steps inside the manor, still half-lost in the grim report alfred had handed him earlier. before he even sets his briefcase down, a blur barrels toward him, arms wide, a gleeful shout of his name ringing through the grand hall.

he braces himself instinctively like he’s about to be tackled by a rogue metahuman. “wait—” is all he manages before you collide with him, wrapping him in a bear hug strong enough to make his muscles tense. for a second, bruce freezes like a deer in headlights.

“miss me?” you grin, cheek pressed to his chest as you sway him back and forth like a tree in a storm.

bruce glances down, trying to maintain the stoic facade, but his lips twitch, betraying the barest hint of amusement. “you know, most people say hello first.”

alfred passes by with an arched brow and a muttered, “at least you don’t end up unconscious, master wayne.”

he sighs, exasperated but secretly endeared. he knows by now resistance is futile. one hand rests awkwardly on your back, the other fumbling to steady the files tucked under his arm. “you’re going to sprain something one day,” he murmurs, though there’s a faint warmth in his tone. )

the first time you tackle-hugged him after patrol, bruises and all, bruce immediately went into “are you hurt?” mode despite being the one who should be resting. “you can’t just launch yourself at me like that—you could get hurt,” he’d chide, even as he gently pulls you closer to make sure you’re okay.

alfred would quietly revel in the sheer domestication of bruce’s typically aloof charge. “ah, nothing like unrestrained enthusiasm to balance out your brooding, sir.”

DICK GRAYSON

dick grayson would be all in for having a hyper-physically affectionate s/o. the guy thrives on connection, and someone who matches his energy—or even outpaces it—would not only make him laugh but also make him feel completely loved. if anything, your clingy antics would ignite a bit of playful competition as dick tries to out-affection you, though he’d absolutely let you win most of the time.

( the moment he unlocks the door after a patrol, the creak of the hinges is your signal to strike. without hesitation, you launch yourself at him like a projectile, arms wide and grinning ear to ear.

“dick!”

“whoa—!” he yelps, barely managing to catch you before you tackle him into the doorframe. one arm wraps around your waist while the other steadies both of you. “are you trying to kill me, or…?” he teases, his voice light with laughter.

“i’m just so happy you’re home!” you say, nuzzling into his neck.

“yeah? well, i love being tackled the moment i step inside,” he says sarcastically, but the grin splitting his face is entirely genuine. “i mean, forget taking off my boots or hanging up my jacket—this is exactly what i needed.” he spins you around for good measure, making you laugh as he carries you further inside. )

dick would absolutely take your clinginess as a challenge to see who could be more over-the-top. you tackle-hug him at the door? he’ll scoop you up and spin you. you randomly leap on his back during a walk? he’ll carry you piggyback all the way home. it’s basically a constant competition to outdo each other.

one time, you caught him mid-workout and tried to climb on his back during push-ups. he pretended to be annoyed but ended up laughing so hard he couldn’t finish his reps. “you’re impossible,” he’d say between laughs, letting you sit on his back as he fake-struggled to keep going.

JASON TODD

jason todd would act like he didn’t know how to handle having such a clingy and affectionate s/o, but deep down, he’d secretly live for it. the guy has been through hell and back, so having someone who’s so unapologetically excited to see him would catch him off-guard at first—but it would also heal a part of him he didn’t know was still raw. he might grumble, roll his eyes, and mutter sarcastic quips, but the way he’d instinctively hold onto you would give away just how much he craves your affection.

( jason walks through the apartment door, shoulders tense from a long night of patrol, his helmet tucked under one arm. he barely gets two steps inside before the sound of your excited yell fills the air.

“jay!”

before he can react, you’re barreling toward him, all wild energy and open arms. “oh, shi—” the rest of his curse is cut off as you launch yourself at him, practically climbing him like a tree. he stumbles back a step, caught off-guard but reflexively wrapping his arms around you to keep you both steady.

“missed me?” you ask with a grin, nuzzling into his neck as your legs wrap around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

jason sighs, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably. “miss you? you act like i’ve been gone for months. i was literally out for, what, five hours?”

“too long,” you mumble into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter.

despite his words, you feel his shoulders relax as he hugs you back. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?” he says softly, his voice a little rough around the edges but warm. )

jason would never stop pretending to grumble about your antics. “do you have to tackle me every time i walk through the door? my ribs aren’t exactly indestructible.” but if you ever didn’t tackle him, he’d immediately notice. “what, no welcome-home ambush? you mad at me or something?”

he would absolutely start using your clinginess against you. if he wanted your attention, he’d dramatically throw himself onto the couch and groan, “i can’t go on. i need one of your hugs to survive.”

TIM DRAKE

tim drake would initially be overwhelmed by having such a physically clingy s/o, mostly because he’s used to people respecting his personal bubble—or just not being that excited to see him. but once he got past the initial shock, he’d secretly love it, even if he was absolutely terrible at expressing that in words. your affectionate antics would constantly fluster him, but he’d quickly become addicted to the way you made him feel wanted and cared for.

( if you interrupted tim in the middle of one of his all-nighters, the results would be like this: imagine him sitting at his desk, surrounded by coffee cups and glowing monitors, so hyper-focused that he doesn’t even hear you sneaking up behind him.

suddenly, your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you rest your chin on top of his head. “hi,” you whisper, making him jump so hard he almost knocks over his coffee.

“[name]!” he hisses, spinning around to glare at you, his heart racing.

“sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say with a cheeky grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

tim sighs, trying to look annoyed, but the light blush creeping up his neck gives him away. “you’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but instead of pushing you away, he pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. “if i let you stay, will you let me finish his report?”

“no promises.” )

your ambushes would frequently catch tim off-guard, leading to spilled coffee, toppled stacks of paperwork, and at least one destroyed keyboard. “[name], i love you, but you’re going to bankrupt me in tech replacements,” he’d grumble while cleaning up the latest mess.

he would eventually start using your affection as an excuse to take breaks. if you tackled him while he was working, he’d let out a long-suffering sigh and say, “fine. five minutes. but only because you’re so insistent.” cue you dragging him to the couch for cuddles while he pretends to be annoyed.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving VII

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Olympic chaos with your sister

Y/NPutellas.S has started a live video. Click to join!

"-Got two backpacks," You're saying as Alexia clicks on your video," I think one of them might become my racket bag because the one I'm using right now is falling apart."

You shove the bags away, glancing around the space as you drag more towards you.

"There's a toiletry bag as well which is full of stuff I probably won't even use."

You pause as you scroll through the comments.

"What sport am I competing in? Oh, I'm doing tennis...Who will be the hardest to play against? Iga, always. I train with her most of the time and I think I've only beaten her a few matches this year. She's scary. Coco always gives me a good competition too. I think she text me a few hours ago but I haven't answered just yet."

You go back to showing off your haul.

You're very complimentary of all of the shoes but you seem confused as to why you've been given so many socks.

Alexia takes a screenshot of a weird face you make while trying on the bucket hat and hastily makes it her profile picture.

"I'm not a fan of the opening skirt," You tell your followers," It's not really my style. I'll wear it because I have to but...What's that? My sister's here?"

You crowd a bit closer to your phone, brows furrowed as you scroll up looking for Alexia's comments.

She feels triumphant at the look of horror on your face when you see her profile picture.

"Alexia!" You shriek," Change it back! My eyes aren't even open! Ale, please!"

Alexia does not change it back and you swear under your breath at her.

"I'm telling Mama!"

Alexia Putellas: Go ahead, you little snitch

"I'm not a snitch!"

Alexia Putellas: Yes, you are

"Don't listen to her guys! She's such a liar!"

You've always been more active on social media than Alexia and fans eat up any content you post on your TikTok. Most of your fans are just people that watch tennis but you've gone viral overnight when you posted a video of you and Iga reuniting at the Olympic Village.

Suddenly, everyone wants content from you and you're posting more than you ever have before.

A lot of it still centres around your tennis, out on the practice courts with the rest of team Spain but there's more domestic things like you retaping your racket grip and showing off everything in the Olympic Village.

Something in Alexia snaps when you make a video complaining about how uncomfortable your cardboard bed is. Suddenly, she's stitching your video.

Her camera pans across her normal hotel bed and ends with her giving a thumbs up to the camera with a smug grin on her face.

Her own fans go crazy over her posting something outside of sponsorships and it's strange to see that some people don't even know who you are.

woso.alexia.engen: Who was the first person in the video???? -> captainklittle: Alexia's little sister! She's representing Spain for tennis!

A second stitch appears hours later, piggybacking off a video of you complaining about your lack of AC. There's no sound apart from the very deliberate flick of Alexia's own AC switch.

It seems every complaint you post, Alexia finds a way to show off how much better she has it in a hotel outside of Paris.

You decide, perhaps a little pettily, to show off what she's missing.

"Hi, guys!" You say," I know a lot of people were wondering about pin trading so I thought I would bring you along for the ride! I've already got a Poland one from Iga and a US one from Coco but I've been wanting a Team GB one and I'm also meeting up with Paolini so she can give me an Italy one."

It's another live video and thank god there's a break in training, so Alexia can jump onto it again.

Jenni and Misa crowd around her at the same time, curious as to what's going on with you.

"I was talking to Carlos at breakfast and he was telling me that the coaches have ordered us all mattress toppers because the beds have started to affect how we're performing."

Alexia Putellas: Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

"Alexia, I swear to god if you keep bullying me then I'm telling Mama and she'll fly out to whoop your ass!"

Alexia Putellas: 🤪

"And Jenni I knew that it's you that just sent that because Alexia doesn't understand emojis."

"Fuck," Jenni mutters.

"Wait, give me the phone. I'll fix it," Misa says.

Alexia Putellas: Who's Jenni?

"Misa, I know that's you as well. Stop trying to cover for each other and I'll tell Mama and she'll whoop all of you."

Alexia doesn't get her phone back for the rest of your live but she does get a strongly worded text from Eli after it's over to grow up and not let her friends bully you.

Alexia calls you a snitch.

You remind her that she should stop bullying you.

"Look who it is!" Jenni cajoles as you come running out of the village to crash into Alexia," Baby Putellas!"

But you're not really listening to her as Alexia presses her forehead against yours, whispering fast Catalan to you as you giggle.

"Aw..." Misa continues where Jenni left off," Look at them! Two sisters! Reunited!"

You and Alexia push each other away, turning your back and pretending that you weren't hugging just a few moments ago.

You turn back to her quickly, hand out. "Can I have your pins?"

"What? No! They're mine!"

"You're not even in the Village! You can't use them!"

"Yes I can!" Alexia splutters out," I've been trading them!"

"Yeah? With who?"

"Jenni!"

"Liar! You've got the same pins! Come on, Ale. Give them over!"

"I will...for a price."

As Alexia lays out her terms, you bring everyone up to your room.

Jenni and Misa split off briefly to check out the dining hall but Alexia comes straight up with you.

"It's actually cardboard," She says, poking at your bed frame.

"Yeah? Do you think we were all lying about that? It's proper cardboard. You can draw on it if you want."

A smile splits your sister's face open.

"Never mind. I don't want you drawing on my bed."

Alexia pokes it. "Do you think it's true? That two people can't get on it at the same time?"

You shrug, rummaging through your bedside table. "I don't know. Why?"

You never get your answer though.

Arms are around your waist suddenly and you're being hauled backwards as Alexia slams herself onto your bed, dragging you back with her.

You may not get an answer but Alexia certainly does because the moment the two of you land, there's an almighty ripping noise and your bed goes to ground very quickly.

"Oops," You sister says.

"Alexia!"

"Sorry?"

"You don't sound very sorry at all."

"Yeah...You're right. I'm not sorry in the slightest. Hey! Stop hitting me!"

"You're lucky I'm not beating you with my rackets!"

"Hey. Hey! It's fine! You can get a new bed."

"Jenni and Misa are going to take the piss out of me! How could you do this, Ale?"

As annoying as your sister is, she at least has the decency to push the blame off onto her friends as you both hastily raise your bed up again and wait for Jenni and Misa to arrive.

They seem to have the same idea as Alexia, jumping onto your bed without so much of a greeting.

But, as planned, the bed collapses under them and the shock of their faces is enough for Alexia breaking your bed to be worth it. Their faces are even funnier as they head downstairs to ask for a new one for you.

Behind your back, Alexia passes you a handful of pins.

JenniHermoso10 has started a live video. Click to join!

"Forward! Forward!"

"I am going forward!"

"More forward! When I say forward, it doesn't mean shuffle! It means walk forward! You're a person not a pigeon!"

"And here we have Olympic football player Alexia Putellas and Olympic tennis player y/n Putellas, attempting to climb onto the rings," Jenni narrates from behind the camera.

"It's not going well," Misa says, as Alexia nearly throws you from your spot on her shoulders," Alexia is clearly struggling."

"I'm not struggling!" Alexia insists, yelping as you twist her hair in your hands.

"Forward!

"This is as forward as I can get!"

"That's such bullshit! Move closer!"

"I can't!"

"You can!"

"I don't think they're ever going to make it," Jenni says," It's like they can't-"

"Stop! Ale, stop! Left a bit. No! Too left. Right again. Left! Right! Left!"

"Left, right, forward, back," Alexia mutters," Make up your mind."

"Left and...got it...Wait! Don't let go!"

You haul yourself from your sister's shoulders onto the centre ring, positioning yourself perched on the sliver of the yellow ring that enters the black one.

"Alright," Alexia says," Give me a hand."

"What? No! You'll pull me off!"

"Give me your hand!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

She braces herself on the lower rings and grabs your hand, pulling herself into the centre ring before you can even shove her off.

"Oh," She says," That was pretty easy." Alexia grins at you but the smile drops from her face when she notices the pensive look you're wearing. "What is it?"

"I've just realised," You laugh in disbelief," When Mama said she wanted a picture of us and the rings. I think she meant in front of them. Not in them."

"Oh."

[sageandred]

Small Gestures that might be forgotten and Sweet Domestic Things that are literally Cute af

Character A sitting, playing with the belongings on Character B that isn't clothing or jewelry (rather something less obvious like the book they are reading or an instrument)

Character B sprawled out on a sofa, leaning onto Character A's chest in a casual setting amongst friends/loved ones

When 1 character makes the other lunch & leaves secret notes for them to find (bonus, bonus if it's written with Character A knowing exactly what Character B will be feeling/doing at that moment in their day)

Cheek kisses (underrated)

Forehead kisses

Temple kisses

Hand kisses

Kisses on the top of the head/hair

Character A subtly playing with Character B's hair in public in a way that would very much go unnoticed

Piggyback rides

Shoulder kisses (bonus if Character A pulls down the sleeve of Character B, making skin-to-skin contact)

Ear kisses

Character B subtly playing with Character A's fingers

Character A watching the other sleep

Character B making breakfast for Character A

Back hugging

Character B casually & absentmindedly tracing messages or doodles on Character A's back

Character A casually brushing against or nudging Character B during a group meeting that goes unnoticed

Very specific nicknames like the place they met or something unique about the other

Character B creating something from scratch for Character A that takes much effort like a chair or an art piece

Scenario: Character A has a younger sibling; Character B instantly forms a bond that is like watching 2 little kids connect in their youth

+ when Character A's sibling has a nickname for Character B that is endearing and/or derogatory

Disagreements that end in no right or wrong party. They share their perspectives, both sides make sense, and they come to an understanding, that ends in doing something to make each experience more bearable.

Character B reading to Character A or quizzing them for a test of some sort.

Character A telling Character B to text when they get home safe, Character B admittedly forgetting as the first thing to do, then Character A checking right away before they exchange goodnights on the phone call

Spending rainy days cuddled up in bed with sporadic naps and whispering sweet nothings in between

Exchanging books, playlists, and recommendations that just make them think of the other

[loveanddeepsecrets]

Domestic Headcanons w/ Caleb

Trying this again since Tumblr restricted my account for some reason 😒 so any interaction is greatly appreciated !

But I’m caught up with Caleb fr this time bc I didn’t know there was another 4 star card. It’s truly a great time to be a Caleb main bc Infold has given y’all a FEAST. I’m not confident with any nsfw hcs quite yet. We need a few more secret times audios iykwim. Caleb girlies, lmk how accurate this is!

tags: headcanon; fluff; hint of suggestiveness; slight angst; mostly gn, but lean towards an afab + fem!reader

🍎Pushup kisses (duh)

🍎 Has you sit on his back while you count his pushups

🍎 Chopped/Food Network marathons

🍎 Such shows inspire you two make up your own at home food competition

🍎 Popcorn fights during movie nights

🍎 Very competitive; even with the little things like racing each other to the car or front door

🍎 Often cheats with his evol when playing games

🍎 Slight daredevil in games of truth or dare but will never do anything to jeopardise his or your safety

🍎Has definitely played fruit ninja

🍎 Piggyback rides

🍎 Has you sit on his shoulders during music concerts/festivals

🍎 Squeezes your knee during quiet lulls in public places bc he knows you’re laugh will break the silence

🍎 Is honestly probably the best of LIs to cheer you up or soothe you from the falls of depressive relapse

🍎 You two were raining champions of chicken (pool game) in grade school

🍎 Play fighting/wrestling; which sometimes goes left and gets really suggestive

🍎 After much back and forth, he won’t try and dictate what you wear, but will be staring daggers and holding you close when anyone looks at you for too long

🍎 Basically your personal chauffeur, he likes long rides with you

🍎 Kisses at red lights

🍎 You two were technically each other’s first kiss, but it happened inorganically at a party (from games like spin the bottle, suck and blow (card game), truth or dare, etc)

🍎 Often reminisces about cherished childhood memories, but particularly ups the ante around Zayne to make him jealous

🍎 For how controlling he can be, he holds back quite a lot when you two argue. In the end, he sets his pride aside to make up and come to an understanding

🍎 Pulled a few strings with his colleagues at the fleet to skywrite “Will you be my girlfriend?”

[etclouie]

also piggybacking off of the other two anons to place this request, “my lipgloss is all over your lips.”with theo please

i just know he probably has a dopey grin on his face and wears his girlfriends lip gloss with pride

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “my lipgloss is all over your lips” — from 150 prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, readers sat in theo’s lap, she peppers kisses across his face, uhm theo being whipped, possible ooc theo, that’s it i’m pretty sure

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; again, written at 4am

— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed

you and Theo were in the Slytherin common room after dark, the fire burning lowly behind you as you sat in his lap. 

his big hands lay heavy on your hips while he admired you, a lamp behind him casting a glint and making your lipgloss shine across your lips. 

it was always like this, late nights with just the two of you. 

something so domestic about it felt warm and inviting, familiar. 

you couldn’t help but lean in to capture his lips, smirking against them before you pulled back. his lips now matching yours with the same shine to them. 

leaning in, you caught his lips again. slowly trailing away and pressing kisses across his whole face. 

from his jaw to his cheeks, to his nose and then to his forehead. 

you wanted to make sure you kissed him all over. 

eventually, you met his lips again. a softer more tender kiss this time, letting his tongue dance with yours for a moment before you pulled back. 

giggling at the sight of him, his face lipgloss stained along with his lips. yet, his lips were messy—so were yours. 

“my lipgloss is all over your lips”

you told, lifting your hand to hold his face. avoiding the many lipgloss marks you’d left across his skin as you soothed your thumb across his cheek. 

he raised a brow at you before shaking his head, a dopey grin across his face as his hands squeezing at your hips while he replied. 

“and the rest of my face”

you could only shrug, smile wide across your face. 

he shook his head again, but leaned in to capture your lips with his once more. the familiar taste of your lipgloss following, and then the sound of his voice as he whispered against your lips. 

“wouldn’t change it or you for anything though”

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[cuntressgoingdigital]

abby knows how god awful you are at taking care of yourself. fortunately, she learned that just a little bit of help and subtle coercion will force you through your nighttime routine.

(aka bedtime domesticity with abby)

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at night when you’re already cozied up under layers of blankets, eyes glued to your phone, she pulls you out of bed and gives you a piggyback ride to the bathroom to force you into your nighttime routine. to start, she carefully undresses you while telling you how beautiful you are and how happy she is after coming home to see her beloved. her days were long and stressful. she absolutely hated coming home late at night, only being able to hold your attention for an hour or two before sleep took over. 

“did you have a good day, baby? i missed you.” 

she’d keep you talking about your day and any other musings to keep you from begging to go back and reclaim your imprinted spot on your shared mattress. 

you lean back against her in the shower, feigning exhaustion so she can hold you up. in reality it was an excuse to feel the warmth of her skin against yours. 

“my poor baby. so, so tired.” her tone would almost sound patronizing if you hadn’t known her mannerisms. “you need me to do it for you?”

you’d nod and she would. the question was superfluous. the answer was always the same. she’d start by gently washing your face with a really expensive specialty cleanser she bought for you on nora’s recommendation. then, she’d use a combination of a washcloth and her hands to wash your body. she ran her hands along your collarbones to your shoulders, slowly moving downwards to your waist and hips. she knelt down in front of you, holding your thighs up one by one, making sure she scrubbed every inch of your body. 

while down on her knees, she couldn’t help but place a few kisses against your hips and thighs. abby always had to resist the urge to bury her face in your cunt right then and there. 

right now, she had a mission. 

these moments were mostly for you. she was a morning shower type of gal, but had no problem making sure you were taken care of, even if you didn’t want to.

after the shower she would take her time toweling you off, taking in your body like it was the first time she’d ever seen you unclothed. every time was the first time to her. she couldn’t get enough of you. 

the two of you would do the rest of your identical skincare routine together, a ritual she imposed as a ruse to get you to actually use the products you begged her to buy for you. while she brushed her teeth, you would undo her braid and carefully detangle her hair. 

at the end of the night she’d carry you right back to your spot in your dark room, pulling out a pair of pajamas for you. they never matched, something that bothered you for a while, but quickly got over knowing she would never hear out your complaints. sure, you could get your own pajamas, but it was more fun putting her to work. abby slept in the same thing every night, just a pair of boxer briefs. 

she was always the last to fall asleep, waiting to see your chest rise and fall in that familiar soft rhythm. until you did, she’d lay and watch your scroll on tik tok. abby refused to download any social media app, so you had to bookmark the videos to show to her at bedtime. the two of you softly giggled together shrouded in darkness.

abby glanced at the time, sitting up in bed to leer down at you. "don't you have to be up early tomorrow?"

"buuuuut, i'm staying up to hangout with you." you whined back.

it took a few moments for abby's face to soften with a defeated sigh "and tomorrow you'll wake up complaining about how sleepy you are."

"maybe." you reluctantly conceded. "but, what if i love you so much and want to sit and talk to you all night?"

"what if i love you more and i'll make you coffee while we talk in the morning?"

"fineeee."

wrote this at like 11pm while laying on my bathroom floor trying to convince myself to take off my makeup. love domestic abby #needthat !!

[zieisonline]

Omg i love your mind please keep going on about Willy

Thank you babe! 💕

There is so much I could say about Willy 🥹

Specifically to piggyback where I left off on the other post:

His favorite way to unwind or destress is with physical touch. The same way he hates the feeling of fabric on his skin, he relishes in the sensation of your hands covering him instead.

Again, this doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual. From hand holding, to cuddling, and even playing with his hair, as long as your hands are touching his body, he is happy.

But on those particularly tough days where all he needs is naked skin on skin contact in order to feel human again, you are there to help.

Lazy and slow couch sex is one of his favorites. Mostly because it feels so domestically intimate.

He would already be stripped down to just his tight little briefs, having torn off his other clothes the moment he stepped into the apartment. He would have settled in comfortably to the back of the couch, beckoning you over to join him.

He enjoys being the big spoon, mostly so that he can easily slip his hands under the fabric of your sweatshirt and fondle your boobs as he pleases, happy to have a soft piece of you to hold onto and to ground him.

As you attempt to focus on a movie or new tv show, he would lazily and softly rock his hips into you, not even being fully hard yet, just enjoying the comforting motion and rhythm.

You could lay like that for hours and be happy, enjoying the slow drag of him against you every once in a while. Not trying to tease you, just fanning the pleasure in a lethargic and easy way.

Eventually though, he may crave more and want to be even closer to you.

Whether it’s simply cockwarming, or just really slow and soft sex, it’s exactly what he needs to feel that connection he desperately craves.

Having himself buried inside you, hands holding onto your breasts as though you would float away without him holding you down, he would savor every moment he gets to spend with you in the most intimate way possible.

The way he would thrust into you while talking about his day, venting about any hardships he may have faced, and asking you for advice. Stopping his movements whenever he felt anything too overwhelmingly pleasurable, not wanting to make the action be about chasing pleasure, but about being as close to you as possible.

Even if you do end up making passionate love to each other in your living room, afterwards he would be so clingy and good luck trying to get him to detach from you. He would stay wrapped up inside you well after he becomes soft, desperately wanting to keep that connection, melding your bodies together as one.

He would even feel this way about having his fingers inside you.

Having you sit on his lap, back flush to his chest, you would be reading a book or working on your laptop, and he would sneak his hand around you and under your waistband.

He would savor the feeling of entering you with his fingers and just resting there for a little bit. Letting your warmth cover his digits.

He would sigh and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, drinking you in and mentally analyzing the way you throb around him, not making any effort to move, just to feel you.

These tender moments are so important to William and he cherishes every one 💗 of course there is so much more I could say about him but right now I’m feeling sappy as hell and will now dream of sweet lazy sex Willy 🥹

[idliketobeatree]

Here is one of the best friends he's made in what seems like forever; she's so open and sweet, beautiful and brilliant. It was inevitable, he thinks, that Niko Sasaki would effortlessly endear herself to Charles like a lost younger sister.

(And that is another story entirely, but not one for Edwin to tell.)

He finds it contradistinctive, Niko Sasaki becoming a new source and the easiest target of Charles' spontaneous, affectionate smiles — different than watching him stumble around Crystal. It's well-nigh surprising just how secure Edwin feels, observing their budding friendship, the phantom echo of it spreading around his chest like a slow warmth from a hearth. He harbours no jealousy or hurt at the frequency with which their more private conversations take place. He does not mind the way Niko wraps her hand around Charles' arm as they walk, not one bit, when his best friend's sole attention is focused on her excited chatter. He can thoroughly relate, after all.

As a matter of fact, Edwin suspects that the only thing he'll have to worry about is stifling an inelegant snort when they're all descending a hill in the middle of a legwork-heavy case and Charles picks Niko up for an impromptu piggyback ride.

"No no no no, put me down!", her voice carries over their heads, but Niko's shrieking protest dies in her throat just as quickly as it came to life, turning into an appreciative whistle at the view. In front of them, Crystal turns on her heel and raises her eyebrows in amusement.

"You're that desperate to be the last at home?"

"Please, we'll be there faster than you lot. Right, Niko?" Charles, ever the multitasker, uses his shrug to adjust the grip on Niko's swaying legs. "Edwin?"

He dares to look in their direction, dreading... precisely double the amount of puppy eyes sent his way. His lips twitch in a helpless smile.

"I must agree. The Charles Express is quite a commendable machine. I would not underestimate it, Crystal."

Charles barks out a laugh. Whatever expression Niko must've had on her face breaks through Crystal's composure; she, too, cracks up, a spring in her step as she turns to walk forward again.

"Can barely feel her, can't I? Lighter than my backpack," Charles says, matter-of-factly.

"It's not a race."

"It could be a race."

"I'm not going to race you down the hill in these platforms, be serious—"

"That doesn't sound like a definite no," Niko pipes in.

"Take them off, then," offers Charles.

Edwin glances up at the orange sun set against the milky autumn sky, to his left; the brightest thing on the horizon. He hears her gasps of delight at Charles' cheeky step through the trunk in their way. Something inside him has been shifting and smoothing out for quite a while. Edwin doesn't know how long it will last or what the destination will be. All he knows is that the slope hits his feet once or twice at most.

One afternoon she invites them to watch Scooby Doo together. It's the first time they've gathered as a trio, and Edwin immediately understands why this hasn't happened before when Niko unlocks the door to her room. The bed they usually end up on is narrow to say the least, why hadn't he noticed that before, but it seems too late to make a flimsy excuse and eloign himself from the picture. They were long overdue.

Charles, who looks about ready to turn into an orb of post-case tension, has no qualms about using the threshold for a shimmering quick wardrobe change. He appears right at home, comfortable, downright domestic, in socks, trousers and a polo shirt, sliding his suspenders down and trailing after Niko who heads for the coat hanger.

What Edwin doesn't expect, apart from the rather tight fit for three people - or rather two ghost boys and one living girl - is Niko giving him a knowing look over Charles' head as he unceremoniously flops down on the bed. His groan, which prompts Niko to pat him sympathetically on said head, makes Edwin snap his open mouth shut, suddenly flustered.

He waits politely, pulling down his knitted vest and admiring the decorative sequins sewn onto a flowery cushion, deliberately not looking at the long line of Charles sprawled on the neatly tucked in duvet. He half-listens to Niko as she chatters on, something about needing to show them the more modern rendition of their Mystery Inc. detectives, grabbing her laptop from the desk and sitting down in the very middle, hip-checking Charles' side. Charles sluggishly lifts himself and rolls onto his back, pushing himself up, shoulders halfway up the headboard, neck supported by a plush pillow, hands folded across his chest and long, long legs crossed at the ankles. He must have done this several times now, Edwin's lungs remind him before tightening into knots. The mattress barely dips when he gingerly sits down and settles, too. His back remains straight, and he is barely brushing her arm when she announces out of the blue, "I forgot my snacks. Give me a moment," climbing off the bed and leaving them in — on Edwin's side — suddenly charged, tense silence.

It feels different, of course it does, and Edwin feels guilty that his carefully tucked away thoughts are knocking on the doors of his consciousness when they're in Niko's room, for God's sake. Edwin tries to subtly move away from the overwhelmingly horizontal line of Charles' body. Right now, sitting cross-legged, Edwin's knees are barely touching him, and he bumps his knee against Charles' arm twice before stilling. He doesn't want to hunch down; never again. He stays put.

The sensation of Charles' bony elbow is like the flash of a sharp smile. The room fills with a low hum, something musical and... campy that Niko must have shown Charles on one of those afternoons. With his eyes closed, Edwin compartmentalises the points of sharp heat.

Much, much later, Charles jogs up to the beach where Niko and Edwin are watching the starfish. "What're you doing?", he asks curiously, just when Edwin finishes talking about their lack of a centralised brain.

He hears the shift in Charles' posture more than his opening to say something mouth, and a second of hesitation before it closes again.

He wonders if Charles has noticed their colours.

Niko sends Charles a lingering smile. Her eyes crinkle with mirth. "Luckily, love requires no logic", she says cryptically. They don't notice, crouching down as they are, but his head tilts synonymously with Niko's and Edwin's.

When he dares to peek at Niko, he finds her eyes locked with Charles', with an expression that Edwin knows she must have learned recently, but is not sure when exactly. It says something like, go on. Be brave.

He swallows and clenches his fingers around the red, red sea glass in his coat pocket.

[kotoku]

hello! may i req platonic found family hcs with chilchuck? he's a dad, but platonic x readers with him are few and far between 😓

thank you,

found family with chilchuck tims

content - father-figure!chilchuck / child-figure!reader / found family trope/ platonic relationship/ (domestic) fluff / angst

pairings - chilchuck tims & found family!reader

warnings - angst towards the end 

word count - 650

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✢ If you were a half-foot that joined Laios’s party, Chilchuck would feel more of a connection with you, understanding the struggles that you experienced and confiding in you about his own problems of being a half-foot

✢ If you aren’t, he won’t confide in you as much since he thinks you won’t understand, but eventually, he’ll warm up to you and become more open

✢ You’re younger than Chilchuck by a lot, close to the age of his daughters so he unknowingly treats you as such 

✢ He’ll pick up on his own behavior and despite grumbling to himself about kids these days, he’ll continue to watch over you and support you

✢ A close encounter with death will bring the two of you closer, Chilchuck showing his much more protective and reckless side

✢ He’ll scold you a lot, telling you to be more careful while scouting the floors and to watch your surroundings 

✢ Chilchuck is the type of dad to bonk you on the head with a newspaper bundled up

✢ You’d tease him for being old, asking him how his back is and picking at his growing gray hairs

✢ Throughout your journey with the party, Chilchuck will teach you a couple tricks he knows about lock-picking 

✢ When you two return to the surface, Chilchuck will gift you your own lock-pick set with a pouch and everything, warning you to take care of them

✢ Chilchuck always makes sure you eat, sleep, and maintain your health while in the dungeon, not accepting you skipping meals or dodging rest

✢ He’d pinch your cheeks in annoyance, you complaining as he shoves a spoon of food into your mouth

✢ When you’re sick, Chilchuck complains about taking care of you while placing a rag on your forehead

✢ He’d make sure you take medicine, and if there isn’t any around, he’ll force you to rest in your bedroll 

✢ If you’re a half-foot, he’d give you piggyback rides if you’re injured or fatigued

✢ Chilchuck masks his worry with irritation, scolding you when you get hurt while rushing Marcille to hurry up

✢ If his behavior gets on your nerves and results in an argument, he’d begrudgingly apologize a couple hours later with a small gift (if he can find one)

✢ He knows he can be an ass, but he hopes you understand his concerns and fears

✢ Which you do— you end up comforting him about his fears later on

✢ When the journey is over and Chilchuck moves to open his new shop, you offer to work there with a grin

✢ He wants to tell you no, to go out and explore, but he can’t deny you when you have that stupid grin with twinkling eyes on your face

✢ You and Marcille would push him to reconcile with his ex-wife and children, offering him support from the sidelines

✢ If you end up having dinner with Chilchuck’s family (and the rest of the party), you’d get along with his daughters and would tell them of your stories in the dungeon (and how old (amazing) their dad is)

✢ As Chilchuck gets older, the more mature you get, taking care of the old man alongside his daughters who’d stop by

✢ You’d talk story with him and laugh at his youth before it would delve into something more sentimental and you’re crying about him dying

✢ When the time comes that he does pass before you, you’re there at his funeral, leaving a bouquet of flowers and his signature lock-picking kit near his burial

[s1llyalabaster]

Haii! Can i request ratio x gn!Reader who is always clingy and clings to ratio everywhere they gotta whether it's holding his arms, or his fingers, or anything, even when they sleep reader always clings to him, ratio can't event get out of the bed ini the morning cuz how tight their grip is. Idk man just a though at 2am lol

WAAAAGH this is such a cute idea!!! I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to pump this out faster and earlier but here it is anon!! (Gonna be doing bullet point for this because I can't really think of how to put multiple scenarios into one whole fic)

Like Dust on an Alabaster Head - Veritas Ratio

Just like what the title says, where reader clings to Ratio like a speck of dust on his alabaster head. ~300 words , SFW

◘ I can imagine you, Ratio, and other researchers sat at a meeting where you're supposed to concentrate and take notes etc, but *THE* Doctor just somehow ends up clenching his jaw in slight embarrassment when you two link fingers or even nudge your foot at his.

◘ ANON YOUR IDEA OF THE BED SCENE IS SO CUTE AS WELL LIKE?!?!?! Imagine Ratio, having a seminar to attend in the morning, using every atom in his body to slowly slip out of your (quite strong) grip. But he ultimately fails as your body somehow works like a bear trap, detecting the movement of that of Vertias'.

◘ Another scenario would be when you two have an off-day, you'd just be always attaching your fingers to his body when you two go on a walk, or spend some time in the library. Despite his half-assed remarks to keep your hands off him, from his body language itself, it seems that he doesn't think it's as unbearable as he says it is.

◘ Your clinginess even shows in text! Dr. Ratio doesn't really text much, even with his accquaintannces, let alone his coworkers. So when he leaves his phone on his work desk without care, his coworkers are shocked to see him reply to your flirty messages or sticker spamming on the dot, not even seconds sparing. You know how phones can have custom "do not disturb" modes? He probably has notifications on only for you 24/7 and ignores everyone else's.

◘ Currently obsessed over domestic malewife! Ratio SO what if you wrap your arms around Ratio when he's cooking or doing chores, and he's trying to pry them off to avoid any danger hazards but you're just clinging on like an octopus or a koala..... GOT ME SO SOFT

◘ Your clinginess would definitely grow TENFOLD when you're tired and you'd be asking him to piggyback carry you around the house until you're satisfied (your last ounce of awakeness decides against doing so in public).

◘ I have a feeling Dr. Ratio would be the "appears touch repulsed but is actually touched starved" type, so sometimes he does really appreciate your clinginess and you taking the initiative to touch him, hug him, kiss him and whatnot. It'll take some time for him to work up the courage, or in his words "stoop so low as to ask for touch like an idiot", to ask for kisses etc.

[vxmpyree]

dad nikto is good for the soul (it gets worse the more you scroll). child is a girl.

tw // brief mention of [ domestic violence / abuse / child abuse ] during nikto’s childhood

dad! nikto who learns how to sew. he feels bad always burdening you with all the work while he’s deployed. the least he can do is repair her play clothes and make her a new dress or stuffed animal in his spare time.

dad! nikto who breaks the cycle of abuse and tries his hardest to bring up his daughter in a soft world, a sharp contrast to the smarting blows and taste of bitter blood he grew up with. his child has a shoulder to cry on and someone to take her out for ice cream :)

dad! nikto who gives his child everything he wanted but could not have as a kid. she wants her drawing on the fridge, piggyback rides, and a bedtime story? this is all easy-- why could his father not do this, too? 

dad! nikto who retires once you are swollen with his child. he narrowly escaped the clutches of death more than once-- he does not want to test his luck once more when there are now two people waiting for him to come home. 

dad! nikto who takes better care of his gun than his baby. even when let off deployment, he still does not come home. you are left cold in your shared bedroom, wondering where the man who once held you close and muttered the sweetest promises has run off to. 

dad! nikto who does not hate you, but is apathetic, for hatred and love are two sides of the same coin. he would have to care about you to an extent for him to dislike you. the nights where he can forget about the woman mourning a man who still lives but not in their world are the best.

dad! nikto who is a deadbeat. he does not send birthday cards with crinkled bills between the pages or show up for holidays. his child cannot attend daddy-daughter dances and has no father to walk her down the aisle.

[ddarker-dreams]

sometimes I sit and think that yan childe, as dreadful as it is, would actually get along nicely with my mother. with my family in general.

I mean, he's awfully rich, good looking, family oriented guy and shows off an amiable charade

DOMESTIC HORROR DOMESTIC HORROR !!!!!!!!!

yan childe is one of the best candidates for this. what adds a unique flair is that unlike other yanderes, who are pursuing this avenue as a means to an end, childe genuinely cares. it isn't an act. his family is important to him, so, yours will be as extension. should you have any younger siblings, nieces, or nephews, they'll absolutely love big brother ajax. he gives them piggyback rides without ever getting tired, they just view him as an unlimited source of fun.

he knows how to win your parents over too, but it isn't an act. he'll host and cook family dinners, preparing multiple dishes on his lonesome. you begrudgingly admit it's impressive. paired with his natural charm and likability, childe's accepted into the fold at lightning speed. when he points this out to you, it's not arrogant in nature. he's legitimately enthusiastic to be in this part of your life.

the only time he does get a little smug is when the question of marriage arises. he can't help himself. he'll joke that he's already bought the ring and earn laughs from around the dinner table.

(this isn't a joke, by the way. the man carries your engagement ring with him everywhere).