#i want familyyyy

[puppetgearing]

id love to sleep rn but im just mulling over platonic selfship o(-(

[mrsoharaa]

You're little 10 year old daughter, Nanako and Mimiko come racing up next to you on your couch, enthusiastically, sitting criss crossed as they all each gently tug at your long sleeves of your shirt from each arm, for your attention. You gaze softly down at your inquisitive, wide eyed bundle of joys as they all ask in unison of you how you and thier father, Suguru, met.

You smile tenderly, a subtle, joyous giggle erupting from your lungs from their sudden intrigue of you and Suguru's story. Placing the book you were currently reading from and made the four of you more cozy and comfortable on the cushioned couch, Mimiko and Nanako on your left bundling up into your sides beneath your arm as your 10 year old, Hana, nestles just as comfortable at your right, snuggling ever so safely and closely against you. Your lips start to part to begin your telltale of how you and Suguru first met, but swiftly stolen a slight glimpse of the said man smiling ever so wholeheartedly at the four of his favorite girls nestle into the foamy comfort of the shared furniture at the frame of your bedroom door, burly arms crossed over his chest as endearing eyes bore directly onto you. Awaiting for you to tell your shared story.

Nothing in this or any life time, would Suguru ever get tired of ever hearing the story of how the two of you met and inevitably, end up sharing a homely life together. With three beautiful daughters to share it with.

[fizzytoo]

surprise! the kameāloha's are spending winter break in san sequoia !

i feel so nostalgic being in this home again :( it feels like i’m coming home too. everything is as i left it (well obviously lol) i just didn’t expect to be so emotional about it

i haven’t been in this home since may :(( i missed it

[personwholoveschocolate]

man, the way I was so alarmed after ending of ep 8 that when I saw this

I immediately tense every musle in my body and thought 'oh god. oh no. they're will be assassinated on sport day. this is going to be tough ep, oh god'

ONLY FOR IT TURN OUT THAT SOMEONE JUST WERE TRYING HIS BEST AND SAVING THEM SEAT

AND

AND THIS IS LITERALLY THE WHOLESOMEST EP EVER

this anime constantly shortens my lifespan and then longers it in just one episode. unbelivable

[thornsent]

I can't get my hopes up for obvious reasons, but I just looked up the law and like... maybe if meeting my bio mom goes well and we get close... I could ask her to readopt me.... I want to reforge that family so badly. It would feel like closing the circle.

[karathraces]

me because of vi's diabolical pussy destroying timing and cait apparently knowing her woman's sister is actually alive and not telling her

[achilleslyre]

ONE MORE OC LEFT OF PAULINHOS FAMILYYYYYYY LETS GOOOOOOO

[beifong-brainrot]

She's everything to me

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

[upgradebitch]

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[wanderingxiao]

Christmas Miracle!

Husband! Scaramouche x Pregnant! Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language, pregnancy/lactation kink, slight degradation/praise, and just mainly smut with fluff 💜

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! This is shit but hope you enjoy a little! ;)

Scaramouche scoffed lightly looking over the glittering Christmas decorations that filled your shared living room. The tree was decorated with cute figures of Santa, reindeer, pictures of the two of you, and a cute little picture hanging near the top of the tree, a small shape barely visible from the black and white picturing in the sonogram image.

“Scara, it’s Christmas, loosen up a little.” Your husband only snickered in reply, his body turning towards the sound of your voice, his indigo eyes darting down to the disgustingly sweet plate of cookies in your hand. “A holiday, celebrating some fat man with a beard. Is this really how you were raised?” You rolled your eyes a little, shaking your head as you approached him. “That’s not all the holiday is, you know that.”

He huffed quietly, his eyes softening a bit once his hands instinctively found your swollen stomach when you approached. “Tsk, whatever… how are you holding up?” His cheeks dusted faintly in pink, caressing your stomach while you munched away at your cookies. “Mmm, the cravings are like, fucking awful, but other than the backaches and constant arousal, pretty good!”

Scaramouche perked up slightly when he heard the last bit of your complaint. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his stomach, his eyes darkening. “Hmph, can’t even control your hormones, huh? Sounds like a sorry attempt at trying to seduce me.” The edges of his lips curled slightly, giving you a dangerous look while your mouth continued to be stuffed with cookies.

“Mmm! Mo ‘m serous!” A smile quirked to Scaramouche’s lips, his expression softening watching you clear your throat and swallow down your cookies. “I was watching my show yesterday and just the love around the couple…” Your voice trailed off, voice starting to crack. The now empty plate rested against your stomach, your hand coming to your teary eyes. “I-it was so beautiful a-and it reminded me of us! A-And I then I got horny t-thinking about you being a father! A-And our familyyyy! Uwah!”

Scaramouche cringed when your face turned into a sobbing mess. “H-Hey. Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry.” His smooth and warm hands wiped your tears, his eyes awkwardly averting at the situation. Your cries soon died down and you laid with your husband snuggled against the couch. “Tsk, you done now brat?” He smirked and kissed your head. “Your hormones are quite the nuisance. Can’t wait til the little shit is out…”

“Awe, are you excited?” You looked up to him knowingly, your smile evident. He only scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t like children.” You only rolled your eyes, he could lie all he wanted, the truth was always in his expressions. Your cheeks flushed, heat building between your legs. Your thighs rubbed together, your eyes casting down to the way his hand laid protectively against your belly. “Uhm… hey… Scara?”

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing. “There’s a present I would like to open early.” Your husband opened one of his eyes, sparing you a glance questioningly. You took a small breath, moving slightly as your leg swung over his hips, trapping him between your legs. His eyes were fully open now, his attention fully on you. “Can you… give it to me?”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened briefly, his heart beginning to pound. The look in your eyes as you stared lovingly and longingly at him, your heat just above his now growing arousal. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t respond, only lightly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down into a soft kiss. His other hand roamed down your chest, groping against your sensitive breasts.

You moaned into his mouth, your clothed cunt now rubbing against his bulge. The swell of your stomach was pressed against his abdomen, only turning Scaramouche on more. Your hands traced his face, delicate fingers running along his jaw and down his neck. His skin shivered under your touch, goosebumps of excitement rising up as he felt your warmth. His tongue invaded your mouth, curling over your gums and teasing against your own hot muscle.

The soft sound of your moans spurred him on, his hands hastily pulling and tugging your clothes off. Your hips rolled against his, dry humping his hardened cock, making you both moan in unison at the sultry action. Scaramouche pulled his lips away, a string of saliva snapping against your lips as his assault moved from your lips to your neck. Love bites and hickeys littered your neck, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He breathed out, slender fingers coming to rub against your sopping cunt, your hips grinding against his fingers once they made contact with your drenched panties. “Please, Scara, mmm~ please…!” Your begging would suffice for tonight, he pulled against the fabric roughly, making the material snap, loosely hanging off your snug hips now as his fingers began to rub against your dripping folds.

Your moans soon began to Increase in pitch, his fingers rubbing back and forth up your folds before his fingertips began to ghost your fluttering pussy. “Such a good girl.” Scaramouche praised, groaning lowly when he felt your gummy walls grip against his fingers when they finally entered your velvety insides. “Ngh, so fucking tight. You’re sucking my fingers in so good.”

“Scara! S-Scara~!” Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, loving the way they scissored your walls apart, curled in just the right place, and pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously. Your hands fumbled against his shirt, pulling it sloppily over his head while you endured the generous pleasure of his fingers. “Hmm~ love you, love you so much…!”

“That’s fucking right! Yeah, you love me? Love me so much don’t you? Yeah? That why you’re- ngh!- so eager for my cock? Huh?!” You could only nod dumbly, hands shakily tracing down his chest to the toned firmness of his abdomen. His thumb abruptly began to rub stimulating circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan accompanied by the harsh tremble of your legs. “C-Cumming…! Gonna cum!” Your hands clutched the hem of his sweat pants, tugging weakly as you tried to free his cock of the restricting confines of his boxers.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out abruptly, groaning lowly at the sight of your arousal sticky and shiny against his slender digits. He rested his other hand on your stomach, rubbing softly while he eased you back against the couch, scanning your face for any discomfort or pain. “Hey.” He called out, grabbing your face lightly to turn your mushy attention back onto him. “Let me know if you’re not okay… got it?”

You nodded in response, whimpering when you felt the flushed tip of his cock graze your glistening folds. His cock teased your fluttery hole, loving the way your pussy was begging to be stuffed, almost trying to suck him in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, your fluids coming together in sticky bliss. His cock head nudged up against your clit, his hips moving languidly to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Scara… p-please…” Your voice sounded so beautiful and sultry, hips weakly bucking up to receive more exciting friction. Scaramouche laughed softly, his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slowly began to enter you. His hands were clammy as they rested on your hips, his brain beginning to turn to mush the second your warm walls enveloped his throbbing cock. “F-Fuck… you always… f-feel so good.”

You whimpered as his length began to stretch your insides, creating a generously full feeling that made your fingertips tingle. Once he was half way in, he bucked his hips, bottoming out instantly with a deep moan. “S-Shit, you’re sucking me in… I fucking love it, hah~” Scaramouche leaned over you, his stomach pressed against your bulging belly while he thrust shallowly into your drooly cunt.

“A-Ahh, Scara~ more…!” Your husband only growled in response, pushing his hips harder against your own, the deliciously gooey head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, evoking the most sinful moans you could muster. It was as if you had gone to heaven. Every movement of his cock sent shivers and electric sparks of pleasure into your spine. The way his veins and mushy head would scrape against your gummy velvet walls, it all felt so good you could barely contain yourself.

Scaramouche was struggling to control himself too. The gorgeous curve of your stomach, swollen with his child. The way you practically oozed motherhood made his carnal instincts spiral. His hands roughly went to grope at your boobs, squeezing the squishy and engorged mounds of flesh until you were jerking against his body, moaning uncontrollably.

“Scara~! W-Wait! Mmm~ S-So sensitive… they’re so sensitive…! Ngh!” Your beautiful cries fell deaf upon his ears as he gently turned you on your side, pulling one of your legs back by your ankle to give his cock deeper access to firmly press against your sweet spot. This way, he could lean down to suck against your breasts while he fucked you. “Ahh?! Scara! Wait! Wait wait wait! Hah!”

His tongue swirled lewdly over the sensitive bud, covering your breast in his saliva. His mouth came to latch on again, this time, giving your tit a light suck accompanied by a squeeze before a milky taste invaded his tongue. Your husband jerked away quickly, his eyes widened in surprise as he watched milk begin to leak from your swollen tits. His cock began to twitch wildly inside your warm walls, making you wince in ecstasy.

“Heh, so messy and pathetic, my gorgeous wife.” Scaramouche degraded, lightened with praise to quell your sensitive emotions. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his dark indigo eyes glued to the way your tits squirted out milk whenever he would squeeze against your breasts roughly. “Fuck… t-that’s so hot.”

You couldn’t respond, your orgasm approaching quickly as your sensitive breasts were groped and squeezed of all the milk that swelled within the engorged flesh. Your pussy fluttered around Scaramouche’s cock, warning him of your fast approaching climax. His husky groans became louder, his own body beginning to tense up. You could lightly feel the way his cock twitched inside, only arousing you further knowing he would be filling you with his sticky cum any moment now.

“Mmm, s-shit I’m cumming. I’m c-cumming baby! Cum -ngh!” Scaramouche could feel his balls tighten, cock beginning to twitch wildly as his warm cum began to spurt inside of you, turning your insides into a gooey mess. Your own climax didn’t help, your walls spasming around his cock, desperate to keep him sheathed inside while you milked him for everything he was worth. “Scara~! Ahh!! S-So full… so full… f-feels… so good.”

He leaned over to your face panting lightly indigo bangs gently tickling your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss as some sort of apology. His eyes cast down to the slippery mess of your milk all over your breasts, abdomen, and the couch. He could feel himself getting hard again just at the sight of your lactating tits. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Y-You’re hard again?” Your body was wiped, and he could tell. With your hormones spiraling and emotions scattered, he knew you couldn’t handle another round tonight. No need to worry, he’ll give you the best morning sex ever. He slowly pulled his length out, whimpering lowly when the warmth of your walls disappeared. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I can tell you’re tired. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You smiled softly at his suggestion, nodding slowly. Your husband moved off of you, putting his underwear and sweats back on before he helped you up from the couch. It was then a sudden gush racked your body, and the sound of water splatting against the floor was heard. You both looked down to see a clear fluid covering the floor. Your hand immediately clutched at your stomach, the feeling of being stabbed a thousand times boiling within your insides.

“Scara… I… I think my water just broke…”

It’s a Christmas miracle! Welcome to the world baby Kunikuzushi!

Merry Christmas! 💜 Stay safe everyone and have a happy holiday 💜💜

[n1ghteeea]

It’s snowing where I’m at today, so an obligatory “Xmas Marks The Spot” post!!

Funny how this episode portrays Peter’s dad as an absolute asshole before we even meet him. As Ray reveals, he was always absent during Christmas, and knowing his field of work I doubt it was for a good reason. Obviously that affected Peter a lot and in order to numb the pain he pretended to not care about Christmas at all. He kept that front up for so long he began believing it, yet it still did not make him feel better.

When the guys learn about it they drag him out to the city, wanting to give him a holiday he never had, which I find extremely sweet. He’s not excited because he’s stubborn and can’t just give up the mindset he’s had for so long, but it’s still lovely to see them try to cheer him up 🫶

And it is not until a direct confrontation with Scrooge that he realizes that being angry at the holiday itself isn’t the way and is only preventing him from having something he always wanted but never had before. This can be read as him talking about Christmas itself, but I always understood it as having a caring family. He never did - not really, and now there are people around him who are willing to go out of their way to cheer him up and spend time with him, make him feel better. And by the end of the episode he realizes how valuable that actually is.

Anyway they are a familyyyy 🫶

[arsonistmoth]

Aight takin a quick com break to share my ideas on the KITTY FAMILYYYY <3 (aka my take on Forneus and her kits) Headcanons under cut cuz some of them are sAD and also I tend to blather on.

Forneus has always wanted kits of her own, though perhaps not a Tom in her life to get them (She is content as she is, a traveling merchant who sees so many faces, so many stories in a day). So, by the power of a one-night stand with some dashing tall tom, she gets her wish. Albeit bittersweet when her kits come stillborn. She prays and prays to the god of death, begging, pleading for her babies to come back to her but its not Narinder that hears her fervent prayers first. She's given a choice by the god of war...Bury them as is her right, or give the kits to them. They will take them to death's gate where they just might know a shadow of life. She leapt at the chance. Not one day goes by where she doesn't think of her two little toms and how they must have grown. She knows, in her heart, they will return to her somehow..and she will know them by sight and scent the second she sees them. Aym and Baal grew up in the gateway with their master. They were a gift to a lonely god and in them he found some semblance of company and...love. Of course we all know Narinder is not the besssst of influences and it shows in the two young toms. They are fiercely loyal, quick to temper (in aym's case), and deadly in combat. Though it wasn't always so. Kits must learn and they must grow... Accidents are bound to happen- (perhaps like being given a new sharp pointy weapon only to hurt yourself immediately thereafter and have the god of death pinch your scruff between two claws to make you stop squirming as he heals you) Though their cloaks are nice and warm, the pair have only ragged tunics beneath it. After all, not many dead arrive with a) nice clothes and b) clothes big enough for the toms. Its fineeee. they're fineeee. After the events of the game, Aym and Baal choose to stay with the cult to be close to their mother and Master. Baal eventually finds himself a mate and even settles down, having a litter of twins with his orange tabby queen named Fion <3 Aym is content for a time, staying with his family and his new niece and nephew...but eventually wander lust grips him as it gripped his mother. He heads out into the world and, though he sends a sparse letter here and there, he has not been seen since. Lamb think's he's crossed the sea. Hopefully he finds whatever hes looking for. to end this on a happy note: Forneus loves her grandkits and would die for them. She has also slapped Narinder. Once. (you dont call yourself a poor father figure to kits you took care of. not around her. "You were all they had! They love you and cherish you do NOT spit in their faces so!"

[spelllingandthemysteryschool]

does anyone have experience coming out to their homophobic familyyyy how did that go... mine think gay people should be allowed to do whatever they want as long as it’s somewhere far away where they absolutely cannot see it. and as their daughter i am not far away i am directly in front of them

[greenaswildfire]

My green heart needs an oneshot/imagine/headcanon/anything of Aegon following Aemond when he attempts to ride Vhagar. Then riding Sunfyre nearby just to be sure he would be there to catch Aemond if something went wrong. And when they return to the castle it's not Aemond who loses his eye, but Aegon, after he tried to protect his brother.

Maaan, Aemond would not only be 100% loyal to Aegon from then on, but also even 200% nuts later in Storm's End for that, something like "you can mess with me all you want, I can defeat you any day bastard, but don't mess with my familyyyy". And instead of feeling guilty this time, he would be actually proud.

Oh green brothers, you deserved so much more...

"Do not worry about it, brother. I may have lost an eye, but I've watched you gain a dragon" - Aegon II

[dreamwritesimagines]

I’ve been reading all the HCs about Sunshine and Logan and I have to say they are all incredible and I love them. I get the feeling that Jamie is gay? Am I crazy it just feels like he’s the fun gay uncle and he just loves their little family. As for sweet little Theo seeing all the kids without any family and wanting to invite them to the apartment I can see Sunshine like making them birthday cakes and stuff or going to the mansion and cooking big holiday meals and then eating as a family.

Aw thank you so much my love, I have so much fun with you guys' wonderful HCs, they're AMAZING❤��Literally, the best part of writing a fic is like, coming up with all these scenarios and HCs with you! ❤️

Jamie being gay is a great ideaaaaaa! ❤️

Omg Sunshine baking a bday cake for one of the kids in the mansion, this is adorable! 🥰 They would absolutely adore her! ❤️ They'll be like a huge familyyyy❤️

[crguang]

Hello 🥺 could I know your thoughts about Cinnabar from ptn? 👉🏻👈🏻

hiii, i did her interro 5 minutes ago just to answer this lol. the first time i saw her i think i was in the garofano tag on tumblr and thought she was a dude, then read the post and went “my god that’s a beautiful butch!” which is super funny now that i know she says ppl mistake her for a man😭 the fact that she’s a woman magnet is the realest thing ever, she’s sooo charming and cute omg! literally the kind of woman you bring to your parents— i know parents love her BAD. “i’ll bring your daughter home by 9” type of woman. shes so respectful and polite i fell for her a bit and im usually attracted to morally grey/straight up evil women… shes so cuteee and the way she flushes easily when it comes to people crushing on her is super endearing. she’s not even oblivious to their affection she just keeps a professional distance from everyone and still gets flustered if you tease her a bit like aw

her interro was really different from the other sinners and it fits since we’re told she’s one of a kind in the beginning. it was more about reconciliation than revealing a tragic past or a conclusion to a tragic story, i enjoyed that. her convictions and determination to protect others just make her very charming despite her professional personality, no wonder her clients fall for her. if i had a handsome woman protecting me for hours i’d lowkey hire a hitman to threaten me to keep her around longer. can we talk about the last phase of her interro… it totally gave ”bringing my girlfriend home” vibes like what was that about?! “good friend” emphasized and in italics is crazy what does he mean by that… and why is she blushing at her father figure “accepting” chief WHAT IS GOING ON. im not yuripilled right they’re lowkey dating… she wanted chief to meet her familyyyy it was so sweet. and her taking every drink meant for chief so she doesn’t get drunk was hot as fuckkk, i wanna get very unprofessional with her like idk. she gives me the same vibes as nightingale and she’s one of my favorite characters so i really like cinnabar, i see the vision!