adorable domesticity

My collaboration with @whatthefoucault for the Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017 @capreversebb. !!! The fic can be found on Ao3 

It’s my first time participating in a reverse big bang and it has been lovely !! Thank you so much @whatthefoucault for your enthusiasm and for this adorable domestic fic. 

Also I’ve had the pleasure to work with two authors for this event so stay tuned for another fic with nearly the same but not completely identical pic ! 

anonymous asked:

Right now I'm thinking of small domestic moments. Like It's the middle of the night and Ryan wakes up randomly and naturally looks over at Brendon, who just looks so peaceful and illuminated with the moonlight coming in through the windows, and Ryan can't help snuggling up with Brendon, pressing small kisses down his face. Brendon's eyelids flicker open and he instinctively moves closer to Ryan; they fall back asleep with their limbs intertwined and goofy, lovesick expressions on their faces.

Awww this is so adorable I love domestic ryden so much they’re just so in love they cuddle all night and only feel truly content and comfortable when they’re together I just love this so much omg

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Cultural Exchange. (Yuuri can’t cook, but luckily he also can’t speak Russian.)

“Matt and the Shorthair” - Digital Oil Painting

“Kiss, darling!”

A sweet kiss from Matt Smith to celebrate this year’s Valentine’s Day. ^_^ I love how this turned out, the hair, the eyelashes, the cat fur, it all just looks so soft and touchable. Very happy!

If you enjoy my art, please consider subscribing to my Patreon! I am saving to buy a wheelchair lift.

anonymous asked:

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Yes. T’Stuckony. Beautiful. 

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Moments

This is my sort of apology to my baby @kuddle-cakes because I haven’t finish the shot I told you I was goig to give you on your birthday (I’ll have it ready in a couple of days tops :D)

Inuyasha wasn’t a romantic–at least not in the obvious way–. He would never be like Miroku, shouting how much he loved his wife and children, he would never be like her own father, picking a pretty flower from the road and bringing it to his wife every afternoon. No, Inuyasha was not like that.

Inuyasha was the kind of man that showed his love with actions, whose actions could be easily overlooked if the person got too used to them, they were natural and constant.

The way he would fetch water for her during a hot day, just nudging at her side with the bottle or saying “don’t want you to get sick on me”.
The way he would sometimes disappear during the day only to come back with an animal difficult to hunt on his hands, looking to the side mumbling “you said you wanted to eat this”. The way he would get out of bed first to work in their garden, because “you do this for the town’s people, I can do this for our home” with a light blush across his face. The way he would stand in front of their door glaring at her shouting “you are not going outside, you are sick!”

Those were the kind of things he did.

It was difficult for Kagome to read him sometimes. It made her feel like she was failing to him from time to time. Not knowing what he needed and wanted before he said it, as he did with her.

The feeling had lessen after a certain time when she had complain about it to him. And he had deadpaned before huffing, “That’s because I don’t need anything else. You are here, and with that I’m…fine,” he blushed furiously before continuing, “More than fine.”

Following his statement she had kissed him will all the love she had wanted to show him for days. And then she made him promise to always tell her if he wanted something from her. Saying or doing something.

Like he was doing right now. Sitting on the shade of the closest tree, with his blushed face turned to the side and his arms open waiting for her to approach, ready to pull her onto his lap and hug her.

Maybe she was not as good as him showing how much she loved him. But as she settled her weight on her husband’s lap as she pecked his cheek, and he moved to nuzzle his neck. She knew this worked. They made it work.

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This is my little present 😘😘😘

In vitamins, fortified.

Have some disgustingly adorable modern Alistair x Warden being all domestic and… adorable.

Alistair found himself bouncing on the balls of his toes as the smaller woman beside him scrutinized the back of the cereal box.

“No, no – too many carbohydrates.”  She slid it back onto the shelf with the rest of the boxes of Cap’n Isabela O’s; with it went all of his high seas plans for the send-away captain’s hat.

He gave a weary sigh and scouted out further down the aisle, out pacing her in only a matter of steps. She trailed along at a leisured pace, focused on the colorful boxes shouting their slogans down at them.

One stood out among the others, he grabbed it off the shelf with an amazed gasp.

“Oh!”  He spun the box of Quinari Crisps around so she could see the front.  “Look at this one!  It comes with an inflatable sword!”

She squinted at the box before shaking her head.  “That’s more food coloring than food!  And besides, you have real swords at home.”

He drooped and tucked it back onto the shelf with its brethren, mumbling something about never having enough swords away from her ears.

The cart finally caught up to him, the woman pushing it along still captured by all the different options of breakfast cereals.  He sidled up beside her and with a great over-dramatic yawn slipped his arm over her shoulders, as if he were some sly high schooler putting the moves on his naïve date.  She flashed him a suffering smirk.  He moved in to steal a kiss, surreptitiously extending his arm to knock a box of Golem Grahams into the cart.

It was a bold and stupid move.  She elbowed him in the side and shoved the box back onto the shelf.

“Alistair!  We’re trying to eat better!”

“Yes, but now? Couldn’t we eat better after shopping?”

She sighed as they neared the end of the aisle, taking down one last box and handing it to him. “Here.  How about these?”

“Warden Bran?”  He pouted at her.  “But bran is for old people.”

“Alistair…”

He flipped the box over to read from the back.  "In vitamins, fortified.  In fiber, packed.  In fat, low. Who writes this?”

She grabbed the box from his hand and threw it into the cart.  The stack of items within shifted with the extra weight and slid into a small landslide, revealing an orange box at the bottom.

“What’s that?”

He leaned in and hoisted the box up out of her grasp as she went to grab it before he could reach it.

“Nothing!”

“Marshmallow Cocoa Nugs!” A chiding tone edged into his voice.

“You… you must have put those in there!”  She swatted at his arm, but he maneuvered it to the side.  

“Oh, did I?”  He grabbed her around the waist with one arm, picking her up and setting her back on her feet so he stood between her and the shelf.  “Well, I’ll just put these back then.”  He set the box up on the upper most shelf, far from her reach.  The mascot nug on the box, a large ribbon around its neck, looked almost sad all alone among the granola cereals banished to the top rack.

“Well, that’s just excessive.”  She tried to step around him and back to the cart, but he stopped her with a smothering bear hug.  This time no sugary cereals snuck their way into their shopping.  She gave a bit of a squeak, but returned the sudden hug.

“Alright.  Eating better.”  He gave a brief sigh and took up pushing the cart.  “Let’s go find the lettuce.”

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The Most Pathetic - Tea and Sympathy (by Ellessey)

“Refusing to kiss me is like refusing me food,” Suga says, and Daichi snorts in response.

You all know how much I love Ellie’s fics and her DaiSuga fics in particular <3 - I recommend the adorable domestic one-shot ‘Tea and Sympathy’ for some DaiSuga goodness :Dc

Please note that Daichi doesn’t bother to set a picture for himself in his phone but has one for Suga, because the BF is all that matters. … Please also note that Suga has a scandalous (albeit chibi) photo for his Daichi-picture LOL

This was a long time coming LOL SORRY FOR THE WAIT @ellessey-writes!!!!

i don’t understand why tv writers think that weird relationship struggles is interesting to watch. one of the most fufilling het romances on tv i ever watched was Peter and Elizabeth Burke in White Collar because they were just so adorably domestic and cute and there wasn’t any weirdo love triangle thing going on.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write some sweet, adorable, domestic, Supercat making out without it leading to sex? Very fluffy with a hint of fire but nothing overtly sex focused. If that's not too specific for your tastes...

The first Cat knows of Kara’s return is the slight whoosh of the curtains in the living room, and the gentle release of pressure as her reading glasses are plucked from her nose.

“Hi,” Kara says simply, floating above the couch that Cat is reclined on, reading. “I said I’d be back before the Daily Show.”

“Mmm,” Cat takes her glasses back and puts them on. “Just let me finish this chapter. And get changed before you even think about climbing all over me, darling. This is cashmere, and you’re wearing what appears to be about three pounds of soot.”

“Done.” Kara spins in mid-air, showing off. “Room on that couch for two?” She’s fresh-faced and only slightly smoky, comfortable in her yoga pants and tank top that she’s taken to wearing around the house. 

“Carter’s still up,” Cat warns, but she takes the glasses back off and sets them down on her closed book. “So let’s keep it PG, shall we?”

“That I can do,” Kara sighs into the first meeting of their lips, gently settling her weight on top of Cat. They don’t need to discuss what Kara had to face this evening; Cat watched the livestream before hastily snatching up the nearest book when Kara departed the scene. “I missed you.”

“It was three hours,” Cat points out between soft kisses, half landing on Kara’s mouth, the rest peppering her cheeks and chin. “But I do like you coming home to me.”

“I gave notice to my landlord today.” 

“So we’re officially living together,” Cat surmises, sealing the celebration with a more purposeful kiss, exuberant but slow. Kara’s lips press eagerly against her own, and part for her as if on cue. It’s hard to forget their first kiss, so many months before. The tentative Kara, expecting to be slapped for her impulsive decision, hadn’t leaned into the kiss like she does now. She’s firm with her tongue and playful with she tugs at Cat’s lower lip, and it’s not getting any less intoxicating despite how very often they get to do it.

“Can we just…” Kara gasps when they part for a moment. “Tonight, this is everything I want. Not that I don’t want other things, but this is-”

“More than enough,” Cat agrees, the decadence of being able to lie around kissing each other, for the rest of the night if they want, is irresistible. Tomorrow, like so many other days, there can be clothes torn and hands that wander. Tonight, Cat wants nothing more than she wants those strong but gentle hands to gently cup her face as they kiss for seemingly endless stretches of time. “You’re my favorite luxury, do you know that?”

“I should hope so,” Kara confirms, bumping the tip of her nose against Cat’s. They shift slightly, lying face-to-face on their sides. “Kiss me again,” she murmurs. 

And really, how could Cat do anything but?