unexpected domesticity.

[whentheymeme]

unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper. most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before. whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does? HOW TO PLAY • Comment with your character, preferences, their role, any info, etc. • Reply to others. ROLE • Usual: This is how they always are. "Caring" is in their nature. • Unexpected: They don't seem like the type to be a caretaker...but with you, they are. • Terrible at It: They're trying hard, yet it seems like they fail at trying to take care of you. Depending on who you are, though, that may just make them more endearing. • Because You Like It: They heard you like those who are sweet and kind, so they're trying to change their ways. • Not Together: Technically, you're not together romantically, but everyone knows the truth. • The Doted Upon: What it says on the tin! • Feeding: Whether they cook for you or have moments where they feed you, literally, they take your nutrition seriously. • Massage: Let them work out all those kinks. • Clean You Up: Here, they've drawn a warm bath for you. • Dress Your Wounds: If you're the kind of person who gets in battles, they'll see that you're all patched up. • Singing: Or telling stories, or otherwise calming you down. • Lap Rest: Sometimes, their lap is the best pillow. • A Shoulder to Cry On: When you have troubles, they're always there to listen. • The Calming Force: If you have moments of terror from past trauma, they're always willing to put themselves on the line to bring you back to reality, even if it puts them in danger. • Soft Kisses: Their kisses feel so good, and they're never demanding. • Head Pat: Sometimes, a simple gesture can mean the most. • Grooming: They'll fix your hair - or at least play with it - and help you shave. • Gifts: Homemade or expensive, they like to shower you in presents. • Lovemaking: The obligatory smut option, where they're a generous lover. • Protector: They look out for you, and while they don't seem that way, if you're threatened, they get like a bear protecting her cubs. • Gentle Giant: They make you feel so small and delicate. • Reverse: For once, you want to dote on and take care of them. • Unwilling: It's a wonder they still try to care for you, because you're cruel to them and rebuff them at every turn, even if you really don't mean it. • It's Okay to Cry: They never get upset because they don't want to put that on you. You want to let them know they can let it all out. • WILDCARD

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paul rovia ( the walking dead ) m/m

[intentio]

[tenkillrecord]

would you be interested in doing a thing? I'm two episodes behind but I will be catching up quickly and I'm sure it'll be easy enough to avoid spoilers.

[intentio]

( yeah, definitely! avoiding spoilers wouldn’t be too hard at all. )

[tenkillrecord]

do you have any preferences for roles or activity?

tw: gunna put a suicide tw here just in case even though it's super brief

[tenkillrecord]

I went with a combination of massage and lap rests, so basically wild card

They made the most of things because what else was there to do? The world had gone to shit, they had both the living and the dead to fear and moments of calm were few and far between and often interrupted. Somehow, hot-head sniper Chuck Hansen had found comfort and an easiness in one Paul "Jesus" Rovia and honestly, there was a good chance that he was the only thing keeping the younger Hansen from going stir crazy or blowing his own brains out just to escape this hell.

They'd grown close and Chuck was more than interested but he had no idea how to instigate anything and had no intention of ruining the only good relationship he'd managed to form. However, it didn't stop him from being tactile to the point of almost affectionate.

It was a night where neither of them had watch that Chuck came up behind Jesus, slipping both hands over the other man's shoulders and squeezing, easing into a massage against the tense muscles between his hands.

"Whatcha doin'?"

[intentio]

( apologies for the delay! i was at work. )

There was a time when Jesus preferred to be alone. The world was still a heavy weight on his shoulders, grim in even the brightest of spaces, but he only really had to look out for himself. It felt easier, sure, but it didn't feel good. Settling into the Hilltop Colony wasn't hard in the slightest, his natural leaning towards friendliness more of an asset than not. And then Chuck Hansen came along, sweeping aside any trouble he'd had with connecting with people before. Go figure.

But then, Chuck Hansen isn't just anyone, reckless and sarcastic as he is. There's a heart of gold nestled under the bravado.

It says a lot that Jesus doesn't startle when he feels those familiar hands on his shoulders, instead leaning back to tip a look at Chuck. It's quiet moments like these that pull the rest of the world into perspective. With a quick smile, he wets his lips, ducking his head soon after.

"Just winding down. Staying out of trouble?" It's nothing more than a gentle tease, punctuated by the way he reaches up and gives one of Chuck's hands a light squeeze, glad for the contact.

Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA

[panzersoldat]

Owen Shaw | Fast & Furious movies

[badluckwithplanes]

[grigorisoul]

[Going with a mundane and modern AU of this character at, say, 20 years old... Perhaps a little of Gentle Giant and Unwilling? Maka being a petite and sweet-seeming half-Asian who is a secret badass fighter from a family of moral/karma driven assassins?]

Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne) | Fate/Zero | M/M

[irishfriskey]

[gaeilge]

[For a brief moment, Cu is just at a loss for words. His usual demeanor towards this sort of situation would have been to crack jokes about how someone who, wielding two lances at the same time, could ever take such a strong hit to the arm like that. But there's not a lick of amusement in his eyes as he starts dressing his bicep in a linen bandage. He'll heal up- he almost always does, but the doggedness inside the blue haired lancer is nearly having him foam from the mouth.

How nice it would be to find the Saber that did this to him, to watch her smug features drain away, Gáe Bolg's curse writhing through her veins and sucking the life force out of her very existence. And it's hard to pinpoint where this rage comes from, whether it's because Diarmuid was stupid enough to get hit like this, or the fact that the sword wielder was agile enough to get a scratch on him.

He remembers to breathe, not that he has to, of course- it's more of a metaphysical calming motion as he takes Diarmuid's arm carefully and wraps the material around him. Cu is no combat medic, but he makes the binding tight enough against him so that it closes the wound. He goes to open his mouth and tell the other lancer that he ought to take mana away from his Master, but the words don't come out. This is what Servants do, right? Engage sexually and restore.

For a moment, he forgets who he is, his position in this war, and leans down to splay a soft kiss against the wrapping.]

Where is she?

[irishfriskey]

[He's certainly not the only one feeling stupid. Diarmuid let himself get attacked. He let himself get injured. And now he has to deal with the consequences. He breathes heavily, letting Cu do what he needed to do in order to keep him going. The bandages were tied on tightly, keeping him from bleeding any further. He lets out a light, slow sigh.]

Thank you.

[He knows what he should do. He should, indeed, go find his master to get his mana, but he can't do that. The ideal does not appeal to him one bit. He takes a breath to hiss out.]

She... I don't know where she is now.

[She hit him and ran. And he can barely tell what direction she ran off to with how hard she hit him.

He turns to look at him.]

Sorry. I'm not very useful right now.

Nero | Fate | F/F

[tumultus]

[ miss me with that angst stuff, give me all the fluff!! ]

[knightmare_princess]

[ Suddenly, a hug from behind.

It's nice being with someone shorter, because you can do things like resting your chin on top of their head - or more easily kissing the top of their head, as the case may be here. ]

[tumultus]

[ on a brisk fall day like this the warmth is welcome. however, no matter how much time passes, Nero is never going to fully adjust to random acts of affection that she herself does not initiate. she gives a weak squirm, tucking herself in closer against Cornelia, shrinking away from the windowsill facing the sunset. ]

Mm, what was that for...?

Lancer/Saber action up in here

[pole_position]

[Pyrrha and Nero make quite a potent team on the battlefield, but they've grown closer in other ways as well. The post-sparring massages were originally just Pyrrha's way of convincing Nero to train with her in the first place, but they've gradually started to feel more intimate. So gradual that neither of them really noticed it happening, and now here they are relaxing on opposite ends of a couch together with their legs draped over each other, enjoying a tender mutual foot massage.]

You were right. This is much more comfortable than taking turns.

[tumultus]

Naturally. There are few things I understand better than comfort and pleasure. After a hard day's work, especially. [ the words were interspersed with quiet murmurs to affirm just how good it felt for her. the only awkwardness comes from the stark difference in the length of their legs, but Nero does not mind in the least being tucked up against Pyrrha's even as hers are intertwined and stretched out to their limit to be within easy reach. ]

Rebekah Mikaelson ⚜ TVD/TO ⚜ OTA

[lovedtooeasy]

Margo Hanson | The Magicians

[ibiza]

Ritsu Sakuma | Ensemble Stars

[kyuketsukikishi]

thor odinson ⚡ mcu

[lordsparkles]

( preferences on profile; will avoid ragnarok spoilers/set beforehand unless otherwise requested. )

Genos | One Punch Man

[scrap_metal]

[heroforhobby]

[Saitama returns home after being gone longer than he should have for a quick run to a store with a great deal on toilet paper that day. He's covered in blood and viscera of Lord knows how many monsters, his civilian clothing torn, and face dirty from a couple spills into buildings and concrete he took to try to lighten up the tedium of so many lame monsters coming out of the woodwork.

Worst of all, he has no toilet paper with him.

He looks miserable and in a similar tone of voice he announces:]

I'm home...I missed the sale......

[scrap_metal]

[ Doesn't matter if it's Saitama, and the certainty that he's not hurt coming with it- Genos is next to him in an instant with a paper towel to gently clean the blood off his face. It's not his blood, that much is obvious - Saitama, remember? - but he still presents such a sad sight that a protective instinct kicks in. ]

I'm sure we can find another one soon! [ Scrub, scrub, Saitama's face starts to become visible under the dirt and blood. ] I'll find information online-

[ But instead of doing the run to the computer he's absolutely still going over clean-sensei-thing. ]

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]