#Bath and Spa Day from Hell

[isabeauwolf]

Bath and Spa Day from Hell - Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi and Mary (crackfic) 2

Warning: adult language, slight lime. That is all. Happy Halloween to our favorite villains! (I'm still getting the hang of writing Shiggy, so bare with me, please and thank you!)

Both Villains knew Overhaul's reputation.

They knew the pompous, picky, clean freak was overly particular around people.

People who he let get close to him and his wife, his closest members of the eight bullets were the exception.

And now, that both Tomura Shigaraki and Dabi were joining the Shie Hassaikai family as Mary's new mates and male consorts after receiving her claiming mark. It still took some getting used to, living underneath the same roof as the cocky bird.

One of the things, they fought was.... the yakuza and their wolfish mate's passion for their skin care routine. Both were clean freaks, but she's not as bad as him... most days.

The decay villain and walking pyromaniac didn't care or have time for a skincare routine. They brushed their hair, teeth, showered whenever they could, the basics maintenance, nothing more. Why should they care? They had better and more important activates to do: gaming, recruiting more troops, sleeping, eating and spending time with their shared partner whenever they could.

Mary suggested that they all share a bed together.

Overhaul sat on the bed with Mary in his lap, his strong and toned arm warped around her waist.

Shigaraki and Dabi staring, standing.

They were finally in the couples main bedroom, they took off their shoes, placed their gear beside the door, hung their jackets on the coat rack like the prissy crow wanted, they were tired and wanted to sleep.

The longer the three men stared at each other, the more grumpy and irritable the two sleep deprived villains were growing.

Overhaul sighed, unhooking his red and gold plague mask and placed it onto the nightstand. Shigaraki and Dabi studied the yakuza's features, his skin was flawless and smooth, handsome as they watched him place a black duster mask over his mouth.

Weirdo. They both thought.

"If we are all going to be sleeping in the same bed," Overhaul began, his eyes crinkled as he zeroed in on the men before him. "You are going to have to go through mine and my angel's nightly routine and cleaning regimen before I allow either of you set food into our bed."

The smug bastard was smirking underneath his mask, they knew it!

"Hell no, we don't." Shigaraki complained, crossing his arms, glaring through his light blue hair.

"I don't mind bathing with my firebrand, if she'll help me." Dabi shrugged his shoulders and headed towards the bathroom with his hands behind his head. "C'mon, handjob mama ain't raised no bitch did she?" He tilted his head back and met the villains crimson glare with his own amused azure gaze.

"Leave my mother out of your mouth, crispy." Shigaraki hissed, fingers curling and twitching as his irritation becoming clear. One of his hand traveled up to scratch at his neck when he felt a gentle hand touch his wrist. He paused, gaze shifting and meeting violet and gold.

Mary had stood from her husband's lap and stopped him.

"Calm down, Tomura." Mary cooed sweetly, offering a small smile, brushing her thumb over his skin. She felt his heart rate and pulse quicken and shivered underneath her touch. "I'll help Kai so it will go faster. The sooner you two are clean, the sooner we can all relax and get some sleep." Tilting her head cutely, "Fair?"

He grew flustered underneath her gaze, cheeks pinking. Dammit, how can he say no when she looks at him like that? "Whatever." he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Excellent," Overhaul stood, rolling up the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt to the elbows, showing off his muscled forearms as he changed his gloves. "You first, Shigaraki." He walked pass as Mary dragged him behind her.

Shigaraki felt more nervous as they step closer and closer towards the giant and fancy bathroom. The pure white walls and tiles were too bright to his eyes as he blinked and stood awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom as Mary let go of his hand to pull out towels, Dabi stool beside the door way and leaning against the threshold while Overhaul pulled every odd looking bottle and container onto the counter, lining them up nice and neatly, in chronological order. Ugh, he was already mentally drained.

The birdman knelt down to fill the tub with warm water and a bath bomb and bubbles. "Go ahead and strip, and rinse off, Shigaraki." He ordered without glancing over his shoulder.

Shigaraki hesitated, his face growing more flustered. He didn't care, if Dabi or birdface saw him naked, it was Mary he was worried about. She had already seen him from the waist up plenty of times while healing his injuries and re-bandaging his wounds, but not his junk. His heartbeat thudded hard in his chest and ears as he took off his long sleeved shirt, knowing the knife and bullet wounds were showing as well as how thin and underfed he was.

Apparently, he wasn't moving fast enough. "What's the hold up? Get undressed." The crow turned and raised an eyebrow, tapping his foot in impatience. "I won't repeat myself or I will undress you and dunk you in myself."

Shigaraki grimaced, growling. "Try touching me, bird bastard and you will be a pile of dust."

"Try it." He challenged, moving towards shorter man. His thin brow twitched with irritation. "I insist."

"Fuck no," Shigaraki backed away and moved to the side, sneering.

The yakuza matched his movements, taking off one of his gloves, his eyes narrowed and clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Hard way it is then, typical."

The song and dance became.

One moved in one direction, the other followed.

The cat and mouse game.

Circling around each other, neither backing down.

Dabi and Mary stood beside the doorway, watching.

Mary was growing nervous while the zombie man leaned against the threshold, pulling Mary into his chest and holding her against him, his eyes twinkled with amusement. "It's as if birdman is trying to corner a cat to give him a bath." He snickered into her fury ear. His chin rubbed over the pointed tip and she had to strife a shiver, but the ever observant raven haired man noticed. "Ticklish, wolfy?" He teased, lips curling smugly.

If they two stubborn idiots was going to bicker and play this bath of tag, then Dabi figured he might as well enjoy this open window to have his beauty and firebrand all to himself.

Muttered curses, growls, the sound of moving tiles were background noise as Dabi turned her head with the crook of a finger, meeting her heterochromia and curious gaze. The hint of a deep blush coating her pale cheeks, oh how he loved her honest reactions to his teasings.

She turned in his embrace, tilting her head back.

"Do you really think right now is a good time to charm me, casanova?" Mary regained her bearings, raising a brow and asked. "During a deadly game less than three feet from us?"

Dabi rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Oh, live a little princess. Besides... I thought wolves lived for the thrills and kills? The rush."

"Not inside my own home, I don't." She fired back.

"What's wrong? Don'tcha trust little ol' me to keep you safe from those wacko's?" His voice was low and rumbling. Gaze glancing down to her plump and kissable lips.

"No." Mary replied sharply, hint of irritation in her tone.

He pressed the heat of his body and chest flushed against her own. "Don't go shy on me, baby." He purred, one hand trailing lazy circles on her lower back, her body twitched and arced further into him, pressing her chests against him.

Her irritation fizzled out and was replaced with arousal.

Mary's breath hitched, feeling his other hand ghosting over her hip, giving it a lightly squeeze then rise up her size, past her breast and cupping her cheek, his touch gentle. "Touya." She whispered his true name.

He hummed, heated and lazy azure gaze growing heavy-lidded before leaning down, lips a breath against from her own. "Yes, Mary?"

Mary closed her eyes and leaning into touch, arms wrapping around his neck as she waited for his kiss.

Dabi's smirk widened as he went to catch her mouth.

The sound of a load slash, filthy curing and panting broke thier moment.

Dabi and Mary opened their eyes and turning their heads.

Mary's gawked at the scene of their bathroom flood in ruins, broken and decayed tiles littered the floor like dust and tiny shards of glass. She closed her eyes, sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Kai's going to bitch about the mess once he's done fixing it."

Dabi chuckled, peaking over her shoulder at Overhaul literally bunking the league of villains leader into the bath as if he was giving a possessed man an exorcism as he thrashed, snarled like a seething, feral cat. "I'm impressed yakuza boy was able to get handy in there without missing an arm."

"Kai's had the same training as my soldiers in speed." She commented, lips quirking into a smile filled with pride and love.

Watching her husband scrub the other man clean, muttering to himself with distasteful commentary, comments and disbelief. "Do you not own a hair brush? Your hair is matted and tangled all to hell. Disgraceful."

"Excuse me for not caring after I already brushed it this morning, clean freak!" Shigaraki hissed, grimacing and crossing his arms over his chest as he sat still like a child in time-out. "Owww! You could be more gentle with my head." He winced and grumbled, glaring at the wall. "I ain't some dress up doll bastard!"

Mary shook her head and muttered to herself, "Men." She kissed Dabi quickly on the lips, pushed away to walk towards the tub. She layed her hand on her husband's shoulder. "Here, my dearest." Gesturing towards their destroyed floor. "Can you fix the mess you two made while I take over since Tomura is tender headed?"

Overhaul and Shigaraki turned their head and fixed their gazed on her, their heated gazes and faces, softening.

Overhaul stood, unsnapping his gloves, shook his hands and dried them off with a hand towel on top of the pile of towels. "Very well, angel." He turned, thin brows furrowing. "Don't baby him."

"Of course." Mary nodded her head, leaning up and gaze his masked cheek a kiss. "Thank you, my devil." His face and ears growing red.

Overhaul cleared his throat, walking towards the middle of the bathroom, squatting down, reaching both hands out and activated his quirk, fixing it. Hives spreading all over his skin and his fingers curled as he stood and went to the sink, furiously washing his hands.

Mary slowly dropped to her knees, wet her hands into the bath water, reached for the coconut leave in conditioner, worked it into a lather and gently combed it into the pouty lightly blue man's hair. Running her fingers through and untangling the strands. "If I hurt you, I'm sorry, m'kay."

"It's fine." He muttered gently in embarrassment. "Don't worry about it, wolfy."

Mary's smile grew as she started to hum a song.

Shigaraki closed his eyes and his tense muscles relaxed, listening. Unlike that controlling feathered bird, his wolfy's touch was warm and pleasant. Comforting and nice. His stress melting away. He felt her hands trail to the nape of his neck and he visibility shivered, goosebumps raising and pebbling against his skin.

Thinking that he was cold, she scooped water into her hands and pursed it onto his back. Tilting her head, smile quirking into a playful smirk. "Is that better, Tenko?" She whispered.

Shigaraki opened his eyes, drowsy and sleepiness setting in. "Yes." His face flushed underneath his wet locks and she gently tilted his head back, meeting her eyes.

"Time to rinse, then it's pyro's turn." She giggled in mirth.

Blinking, his scared lips frowned. He secretly wanted to bask in his player two's pampering and attention for a little bit longer. He wanted to disagree and grumbling, but he couldn't look away from her eyes, completely starstruck. How this beautiful creature and wolfish woman ever agreed to his confession, it still felt too real and dreamlike.

Because of her he grew stronger. Pushed him whenever he stubbornly fought back, grumbled, and bitched. She laughed and smiled, she wasn't afraid of him even when she should have been. Slowly ever so slowly, she wormed her way into his heart.

"This wasn't so bad was it, hm?" She hummed, grabbed the detachable shower head and rinsing his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

Shigaraki's heart thudded hard and butterflies fluttered in his belly. His blush deepened and his gaze shifted to the wall. "It's.... nice... I guess.."

Before Mary could answer, she heard her husband's heated and darkening tone as he set his soul piercing eyes on him next. "You wanted to be with my wife? You're gonna earn her. I'll show you what hell looks like, flame boy."

No doubt the yakuza boss would take his frustrations out on the flame user.

Mary placed the shower head back, stood and handed Shigaraki a towel as she turned her back, putting out her nightly creams, lotions and serums. "Come on, let's get you dry and moisturized before we are caught in the splash zone, gamer boy."

Shigaraki grunted stepping out of the bath, towel wrapped around his waist and another carefully drying his hair with a four fingered grip, his pinkies raised. "Just get on with it couldya." Though he was secretly happy to be getting more pampering in.

"I heard ya," Dabi snapped, yanking his shirt over his head with a frustrated huff. "Quick nagging toucan bastard."

"The water is getting cold, if you don't hurry up." Overhaul argued his patience growing thin, "I don't want to hear complaining, if its ice cold," his arms crossed and index finger tapping his forearm. "That's not my problem."

The sound of a belt unbuckling, zipper unzipping and the ruffling of clothes hitting the floor carelessly just to piss the other man off. "I can easily reheat the water myself with my quirk, jackass." Dabi sassed back.

"Don't boil yourself alive, blue flame." His face scrunched underneath his mask, eyeing the mess of dirty clothes littering the bathroom floor.

Mary shook her head as her squirted her lavender lotion into the palm of her hand and holding her other hand out for the crimson eyed man to give her his arm.

Without a word, Shigaraki obeyed and raised his right arm and curled his middle finger to not accidentally touch her with all five of his fingers.

Mary started with his forearm, working her way upwards and massaging the lotion into his skin before reaching his hand and fingers, she noticed his free hand clenching as he bit his lips.

"Fuck, easy with the scrubbing Overbeak feels like your purposely trying to tear my skin off, goddamn." Dabi hissed in discomfort as he reheated the water with one hand and the other gripping the edge of the tub.

"Oh, stop your bellyaching and bitching. You have dried blood in-between the stitching. Are you wanting to die from an infection?" God, how more stupid and reckless was this fire crazed fire starter going to push his body until he cracked and his body fell apart.

"Well, sorry that I don't have eyes on my back like some kind of monster or yokai." Dabi explained, defending himself though he shouldn't have to for this overly nosy and judgmental snob. "My nerve endings are wrecked. It's not like I can feel the pain."

"Excuses, excuses." Overhaul grumbled and rolled his eyes. "Come to the medical wing in the morning. I'll disinfect it and reattach them."

"Whatever." Dabi scoffed as the older man continued his thorough cleaning.

After finally, what felt like hours of being stuck in the married couples shared bathroom both villains came out limping when the heavily pissed off yakuza finished scrubbing them down.

Despite their wolfish lover being more gentle as she applied all of the creams, lotions, potions and whatever the hell else concoctions to their skin, even burn cream to Dabi's miner burns as she lightly scolded him for overusing his quirk again.

Dabi and Shigaraki were still sore, aching and throbbing all over.

There's no way in hell that both yakuza didn't this overly girly and wait of time routine every since night.

"I never wanna bath or spa day with that germ freak ever again." Shigaraki grumbles and groans, laying face first into the mattress overly soft and king sized mattress, lined with fitted sheets. Damn, this stupidly soft bed makes all his aches and pains melt away.

"Jesus fucking Christ, did he really have to scrub so hard?" Dabi groans, plopping down and joins him. "My nerves are fried, but he somehow made my whole body ache.... this is bullshit I tell ya." Rolling onto his back and stretch out, "Ouch."

Mary giggles, picking up all the used towels and throwing them into the laundry basket. She stands at the threshold, tilting her head back as Kai furiously washing the bath tub and muttering to himself, hyper focused on his task.

"Don't you think you over did it a little too much, my devil?" Mary hums, kneels, kissing the back of his neck, then pressing her face into his broad and muscles back.

Kai stopping, tenses and shudders, biting back a groan. He half turns as his gloved grip tightens on the tub. "If they are going to be sleeping in our bed. Touching you. They need to be clean, angel. You know that."

Mary hums. "True, but admit it you enjoy bossing them around."

"Of course not." He denies, knowing that it's true. "They need to learn their place. I am your husband, not them. They must learn."

"Kai." Mary chuckles as he pulls her into his side.

"I'm not budging, angel." He sighs, eyes softening as they meet her mismatched gems. "You knew about my phobia and standard when you met me."

"Of course, I did. It's one of the reasons why I love you." She smiles lowering his mask and lightly kissing his lips, muttering, "It's cute."

The yakuza sports a noticeable blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, turns to fulling face his wife, sitting down, leaving the sponge in the tub and removes his gloves. One hand cups her cheek and the other wraps around her waist to pull her into his lap. "I'll show you cute, my love." He purrs into her fury ear, watching as she shudders and her breath hitches.

"Hey, quit flirting and come to bed lovebirds!" Dabi's voices calls from the other room.

Kai's gaze turns towards the bathroom door. He's tempted to close it and drag his angel into the shower. He feels sweaty and filthy with the two overgrown man children fighting him during the whole process. "Ungrateful curs, I swear." he grumbles under his breath as his hold on her becomes possessive.

"C'mon, my dearest. Let's take a quicker shower and go to bed." Mary hums, cupping his cheek this time, dragging his gaze to hers and kissing him again.

Kai instantly relaxes and returns the kiss with hunger. "You know me too well, my naughty angel."

Mary slowly undressed herself and helping her husband unbutton his shirt, trailing her hands over his hard, taut muscles and inked skin. She never got tired of seeing them. The raven, cherry blossoms pelts, and the wolf on his back were her favorite, each one symbolizing his love for her and his devotion to her mother and Pops.

Kai pulled her back in for another kiss, picking her up, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and carrying her into the shower. "If we hurry, we can finish, shower and go to bed." He whispered and purred into her ear. "Can you be quiet, my vixen?"

Mary bit her lips and nodded her head. "Yes, Kai." She giggled, raising an eyebrow. "Can you?"

"Challenge accepted." Kai sealed it with a heated and hungry kiss as she answered with a moan against his mouth, reaching out and turning the water on.

The cold water hit his back, causing him to tense and grunt against her, pressing further against her to soak in her warmth and breaking the kiss. "Actions have consequences, angel." A spark of mischief in his golden gaze and wearing a smug smirk.

"Sorry, sorry." She giggled in-between breathless pants, "Wait-" Her laughter turned into tiny high pitched squeals as the ice cold water hit her body when he turned their bodies with hers facing the spray. "Holy shit, that's cold! Kai, stop!" Wrapping her arms and legs tighter in reflex.

Kai laughed, his smirk, softening. He turned changed the temperature with one hand while holding her with one arm. He buried his face into the column of her throat, kissing and marking every inch of skin he could reach as a form of apology.

Mary moaned, "Kai. We can't shower properly, if you don't let me go." She tried to reason with him, running one of her fingers into his hair as he pressed her against the shower wall. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Need you first." He grunted into her skin, rolling his hips.

Mary tilted her head back, following his lead and biting her lips to try and stay quiet.

It clicked.

Kai was jealous. Witnessing her tender moments with Tomura and Touya, of course, he had been watching. He's always been overly observant, it makes sense that he's still pent up after taking out most of his negative emotions of the other two.

Wait? That means, he's not going to fight fair and want her to not stay quiet.

Mary's suspicion was correct when Kai bit her neck and she released a loud, wanton moan. She felt his mouth curl upward against her skin. Two can play at that game. Turning her head and sucking hard and nipping on his sensitive earlobe, he shivered and released a breathy groan.

The pair focusing on each other, their own little world and pleasures, forgetting all about the two villains in the other room. Groans and moans echoing around them and could be heard outside their hot and steamy sanctuary.

Shigaraki growled into the bed. "Sneaky, cheat code using, two-faced bastard."

Dabi clicked his tongue, glaring at the ceiling, then his lips curled. "Nah, just means it's our turn next, Shigs."

Both turned their heads, wearing matching smirks on either freshly clean faces. Yes, the night was still young and they were going to share their wolfish beauty.

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Credit goes to @angelblueflame for rambling this scenario with me! Pff somehow talking about a whiny baby sick Shiggy turned into Mary and Kai gives both Touya and Tomura a bath and deep spa treatment XD

Ta-da!

Let's me know whatcha think?

Yes, I threw in some spice and a teaser!

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[cloudyzeusy]

“You Gonna Spoil Me or Not?”

Sugar Baby Bakugou AU —

Bakugou’s a pro-hero, sure... But being a hero doesn’t mean he has time to enjoy life. He works like a maniac, constantly risking his life, and underneath all that aggression? He’s tired. He’s touch-starved. He’s always been expected to be the strongest.

And then you come along. Rich. And completely unfazed by his temper.

“What the hell is this?” he growls the first time you leave a platinum credit card on his nightstand.

“It’s yours,” you say calmly, brushing his hair back. “For being good.”

“I’m not your pet—”

“No,” you say. “You’re mine.”

He’d be bratty as hell and in denial that he was your sugar baby always fighting it. “I don’t need your money.” Meanwhile he’s wearing designer joggers and a $500 cologne you picked out.

The first time you call him “princess” after handing him keys to a brand-new car? He throws a pillow at you and then drives it everywhere.

You’d buy him custom hero gear, imported straight from Italy. Titanium plated. Matte black. Red accents. A private training gym with everything tuned to his specs. Also you’d take him out to spa days he pretends to hate. “This is so dumb.” And then he falls asleep in the mud bath.

He’ll want to do something to pay you back and the only thing he can think of is pleasing you;

Katsuki will wake you up in the morning with a blowjob that feels like you're getting the life sucked out of you. As you look down to see him passionately jerking you off he’ll lock eyes with you and grin as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

When he feels bored he’ll go to your office just to bother you - he’’ll tease you on purpose so you will give up on trying to work and instead go fuck him.

He will roll his eyes and act like he’s being forced to fuck you for money - but he’ll never turn down new clothes.

[writerinthewoods05]

Sylus Qin NSFW Alphabet

Sylus x Fem Reader

So this is the first of the NSFW Alphabets for the boys. At a certain point I'll do a SFW version so keep an eye out for that.

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

If it's just a fling I think he would still clean you up and stay the night but I think that would be about it.

If you both are already in a relationship or if HE decides that he wants a relationship he would be so sweet it would border in love bombing. It's not though cuz Sylus is perfect. He would offer you a bath, get you water, cuddle you and massage your lower back. I don't think he's leave you to get you breakfast but once you wake he would carry you to the kitchen and cook for you then.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Sylus's favorite part of his body would probably be his chest or his abs.

1. He likes his abs because you like them, end of story.

2. He likes his chest because you sleep on it, kiss it, an just in general replace the memories of what happened in your past life.

His favorite body part on you is probably your hips. Double points for hip dips. He has much less 'wholesome' reason for loving that part of your body. Of course he loves laying his head on your lap, or holding your hips while out but the amount of hickeys and bite marks that cover your hips and thighs showed his other motives.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I don't think he likes to cum on you cuz I personally think he has more than most and let's be real he's too fancy to make the mess. So usually tends to cum inside. Now if you happen to let him cum down your throat he would probably die and go to heaven, or wherever the hell dragons go. Just the feeling of your throat closing around his tip as you swallowed made him hard and heavy all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's very open with just about everything when it comes to you but one thing that even he is hesitant to telling you is the fact that hes had a very specific fantasy since he met you. I'll set the scene.

Imagine you come home from a hard day of fighting wanderers to a completely empty home. Upstairs you find Sylus laying on the bed waiting for you, naked of course, with a brand new dildos next to him. But surprise, it's not for you. No no, tonight your fucking him up the ass. End of scene. (I could be persuaded to write a fic about this but we will see)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

The man is sex appeal on legs, he's had more experience than anyone should ever logically need to be frank. His body count is probably as high as his body count if you catch my drift. Not to say he's a hoe, but you know, he had to learn somewhere.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The hook position for sure. He can pin you down, still be able to kiss you and sink balls deep all at once. I also come bearing a 'gif't. If y'all get me banned for this then I'll quit so behave! https://images.app.goo.gl/H5zaL6LcrcunEwMZ7

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's goofy in the sense that he will tease you and he might make a joke if you fart or something but for the most part he is very focused on make you lose your fucking mind.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They do match the drapes. White, and neatly trimmed. I do think that he actually has a bit of hair that goes down the top of his shaft but just a little bit. This man is literally the most well groomed man in the game, there is no way he doesn't help himself trimmed. Maybe if you ask nicely he'll add it as a personal spa day activity...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sylus is always romantic to an extent but it really just depends on the occasion. If you are just having a quicky he will be romantic with his words but that's about it.

If it's date night, he would rent you both a nice hotel, rose petals, champagne, the whole nine yards. Again he's a romantic person in general so it kinda comes natural.

Now if it you anniversary he would put everything he has to up his game. Now shockingly I don't think he would rent a place. I think he would clear the manor and leave you a trail to the bed room in petals. He would actually be much more emotionally romantic than normal. He would be slow and sweet and if he's not careful might actually cry from how grateful he is to have you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't think he jacks off that much now that he has you but he will if your either gone or tired. Or if you are on a mission he will tell you call you and Jerk off while listening to you talk about what fast food you had for dinner. He just needs to hear your voice no matter what your saying. You would most likely be a little confused when you here him stop responding but after a moment he reassures you that he's still there. Just don't ask why he's out of breath or he might just have to hop on a plane to get to you early.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ok if I were to give an explanation for all his kinks we would be here forever so imma just give you a list. If you want me to elaborate on any later please let me know.

Breath play Breeding Somno Anal Biting Gun play Public sex Bondage Knife play Dom/Sub Evol play?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere. Just everywhere. If you decide to tease him in a public setting that's not his fault that your getting fingered under the table. It's not his fault that your getting fucked senseless in the closet hallway. If your anywhere in the manor though the he will just bend you over the closest piece of furniture, staff be damned. They learned real quick to listen and look at the floor when they enter rooms.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think we all know by now that this man is always half hard so I don't think it takes much to actually get him going. Usually biting him or kissing him will hit you on your back but if you really wanna rile him up, pull the dominant card. He will play along for a bit cuz you acting all sexy and in control makes him painfully hard and he fucking loves it. Just don't forget who's actually in charge.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sylus would never share you. You are his kitten and he would rather you kill him again then ever let another person touch you. He wouldn't care if someone walked in on you both as I previously mentioned but if someone tried to actually join he would probably shoot them, and I mean that literally.

0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Listen, Sylus is a munch, don't get me wrong. He's great at eating his kitten and he would never turn down a chance to taste you... But, he's a sucker for you swallowing his cock in your pretty mouth. He would hold your your chin and guide you into him again and again until he a groaning mess. His hips would jolt wanting to fuck your mouth but not wanting to hurt you. He never lasts long in your mouth and cums with a growl in record time. You better believe he's not even near done with you once you decided to swallow his cum, your in for a long night.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sylus isn't usually very fast paced but he can be rough. Not in a bad way but he will fuck you hard and usually leaves you with a couple fresh bruises from how hard he holds on your hips. He doesn't fuck you fast unless he jealous or drunk.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

For Sylus quickies are like vines, still enjoyable but their just over so quick. He likes to take his time with you. If he had his way he's have you impailed on his cock for hours. Of course he would never turn down a chance to touch you considering how long it took for you to even feel comfortable in the same room with him, but he will always prefer to not be rushed.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He would most likely be down for anything you were up for as long as it doesn't involve hurting you in any way. He'd be fine with even using an (unloaded) gun or a knife if you really wanted it but again he would NEVER agree to engaging in any lasting pain play. Also like I said he would never let anyone else touch you. Your his kitten and his woman and there is no one in the world that he would trust you with other than himself and even then he had his doubts at times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Contrary to popular beliefs I think Sylus would only last about 2 rounds but only because he edges the bottom the of you so much that by the time he gets to round 2 it's been 4 hours and he's spent. Granted if your still wound up he would eat you out or use a toy on you until your satisfied but I genuinely don't think his poor dick could have more than 2 rounds.

I think he has a fair amount for both you and him. Not like a Christian grey type of stash but he has a chest that lives under your bed. He has multiple different dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds, plugs etc. for you and has a strap on dildo a vibrating cock ring and a butt plug specifically for him. No cross contamination because health reason obviously.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It really depends on your preferences because if your cool with it he will edge you to the point that your eyes are rolled back and your babbling nonsense. If your not he won't tease you while your having sex but he will tease you just during the day. Whether your at a restaurant and he whispers dirty nothings in your ears or he's just being a little shit in general to annoy you. He will find a way tease you no matter what.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Canonically Sylus it a growler, and I do agree but I also think he can be very loud by moaning. That is reserved tho to when you blow him Because it just makes him feral. He definitely talks you through it and I just don't think there's any chance that he could even try to be quiet. You just make him feel so good, he just can't help himself.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

So we know that sylus is a undercover switch, I think he would really get off to you being controlling with him too. I don't think it really matters whether it's sexual or nonsexual dominance, if your taking control he would probably be painfully hard. Also if someone is either flirting or being mean to him. If you act protective or possessive he would probably cum on the spot.

Sylus is about 7 inches soft but he grows to 9 inches once he gets his hands on you. Yeah he might be human now but he's still a fucking dragon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

How high can ones sex drive be, I think is a better question. Lets be real, Sylus is a master of control. Because of this he can turn it on REAL quick. He always wants you but even if for whatever reason he wasn't in the mood, try kissing his neck, it's not that hard to get him going.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

That really depends on what your schedule is. Sylus is literally nocturnal so if you have a schedule like a normal person he would stay up to give you that dick to start off your morning but I think he would pass out pretty quick after cuz when he fucks he fucks hard and for a while. It's his bedtime, just spend a few minutes and let him snuggle you and he'll be out like a light.

Now on the other hand if your also a night owl then he would definitely be up for a while. He would most likely let you cling to him and just do work on his laptop while you nap. He wouldn't leave you though, even if you are out for hours, even if his ass goes numb, he's gonna stay with you until you wake up.

Thank you so much for reading, it means so much to leave a like and if your feeling generous maybe a comment! Again I know I've been gone for a couple months but I am back down that life has decided to stop shitting on me for a bit. I hope you enjoyed this work and I hope to get y'all some more soon!

[tan1shere]

Away With You

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: so i decided to write the dream I had cuz it was honestly beautiful, and the cutest thing ever so I hope you all enjoy !!

Summary: you go on a vacation with your girlfriend and it's the nicest time you've probably ever had with one another.

Warnings: mentions of nudity- but nothing sexual. All fluff and softness !

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Work was always a hassle, so the fact you had time to even go on this trip was amazing. You and Billie had decided last minute to go on a spontaneous trip, it was thrilling to say fuck everything else and spend pure quality time with one another. Once you arrive at the massive hotel, you desperately wanted to go in the spa. Your muscles ached terribly from the past week. It was truly stressful for the both of you, and Billie couldn't wait to relax herself. She never got to do so when she traveled so she definitely wanted to savor this moment.

You begin to unpack just a little getting out a bathing suit. "This trip is truly something we both need." You nod. "I second that." She comes over to you placing her hands on your waist, looking into your eyes, slowly darting over your face features. "Youre stunning, how'd I even get you." You smile at her, shoving her arm. Both smiling tremendously. "Hush you, if anything I should be wondering how I got you." She then laughs. "How'd we get eachother." This causes you to laugh.

"I dunnoo." She dramatically gasps. "Nooo, you goof. Ofcourse I know how." She just shakes her head. "You don't even remember. Admit it!" She playfully points at you. "It was a beautiful afternoon." You began, making her laugh. Chucking a pillow at you. You caught it, throwing it back.

It was evening, you were currently working like you did almost every day. You didn't mind your job as an interior designer. Hell it was heaps of fun. But what wasn't fun, was the people you met along the way. Some were incredibly difficult, testing your patience. You were meeting up with a new client today, you were just glad it was the last for the day. You pull up to the fairly new house and head to the door, knocking. When the door opens you're met with the prettiest eyes and features. Then your brain clicked on who it was.

Wow, she was more gorgeous in person. "You must be Y/n!" She smiles brightly, making yours increase. "That's me!" You talk for hours on end, not even at all about what you were meant to be doing, but Billie kept asking you fun questions. "I love how we've been talking about everything, except what I came for." You giggle as you sit on the only piece of furniture in her home. This makes her laugh too. "Hey, you interest me." You smile at the compliment.

And thats where it all started, not as romantic as one may think but you thought it was. It was the best night of your life, and to now say you got to be with her in that house that you both designed. You were incredibly happy. You guys got one another on a different level.

"You coming down to the spa?" She nods. "Course, gotta relax with my baby after that long plane ride." She gets up going to change also.

You both make your way onto the pool floor, heading straight for the spa. Billie following close behind you, getting in just as you were. A soft content sigh leaves your lips, feeling the warmth hit your joints. Your eyes shut, soaking up the feeling of it. Billies arms extend out on the edges behind her, watching you for a moment. Your blissed out face, made her smile. She was glad to see you finally relaxing. This was her idea after all. She knew you'd been having a really difficult time with work, everything was just too much right now.

You drop your bags on the floor, puffing out a breath as you just frustratedly sigh. Billie comes into view, knowing you had a bad day. "What happened today?" You were about to ramble and rant.

"What didn't, happen today." You huff. "Everything you can think of. New client, current client. Old client. Never. Fucking. Happy. I listen to what they want but no I still get it wrong to these stuck up snobby bitches." You sigh again, tiredly. "I love my job I do. But its not fun when people ruin it you know?" She nods sympathetically. "I know baby, im sorry." She says, bringing you in for a hug. You sink into her touch resting your head in her neck, smelling her scent. She pulls back getting you to look at her. "Why don't we take a break, you definitely could use it and I'm clearly going with you." You smile at her. "That sounds lovely, where to." - "Anywhere mama, you pick."

"This is so nice." You then look at her, both holding a loving gaze. "It's amazing. Tomorrow we should go out and see this place fully." She smiles. "Let's do it!" It made you happy to know she could relax now too. Instead of working all the time with no break, and even when she did travel she'd never have time to do all this. It was incredibly nice for her also.

It was starting to get dimmer outside, and you had both agreed on changing and getting some dinner. The food was amazing, this whole hotel was incredible. Massive, you could easily get lost in this place. After you get some food in your system your back up into the hotel room, deciding to put on a movie. Your legs are laying over her lap, her hands rubbing your feet as she progressively starts to massage them. Your eyes were about to flutter close when she speaks. "Hey, wanna do something fun." Your eyes flick to hers, a smile on your face. "What we doin."

You were all in for it, even if you didn't know what it was. "It's midnight so I doubt anyone will see, why don't we skinny dip in the spa." You laugh a little. "You're crazy! Let's do it." You finish, making her laugh. Getting up off the bed. "We only live once baby!" "Preachhh." You both stay in your clothes until you were down there. You headed for the most secret one so it's not too insane. You both quickly strip getting into the warm water again. "We're gunna be prunes." You laugh, causing her own fit of laughter. The water felt great against your bodies, mixing with the cool air of the night.

Taking in everything of this surreal moment. Everything was still, everything was quiet, you couldn't be more happy. To be here with the love of your life, to feel so purely elated. You look at her, so deeply inlove. "Thank you." She looks at you now. "For what?" You smile gently. "For everything, every single thing." A soft smile is spread across her lips. "Thank you for being mine." You smile more. "I wouldn't change it for the world."

You stayed out there for a little bit longer, going to snuggle up to her. Feeling yourself close to drifting off. "Why don't we call it a night." You then hear her say. "Sounds great."

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 1: sleepovers

Read under cut or on ao3! Prompts by @forlorn-crows

Ifrit asks aether who he has a crush on during a game.

Featuring 700 words of: truth or dare, ifrit is kinda stupid but we love him, i love writing early ifrit and aether as frat bros, they’re besties your honor, ifrit can’t make popcorn

“You didn’t even pop it?” Aether cocked an eyebrow at ifrit as he threw a package of microwave popcorn onto his lap, setting two cans of soda on the nightstand.

“I’m a fire ghoul, why the hell would I pop it downstairs and let it get cold?”

Ifrit crawled onto the bed grabbing the package off of aethers lap, picking at the plastic around it. Aether reached over him for his own drink. The can was a little warm, ifrit was sometimes bad at controlling his element. Should’ve asked him to grab a cup of ice but it wasn’t a huge deal. He took the plastic scraps and threw them into the small trash can by the bed.

“Didn’t omega tell you to stop using your magic for things that weren’t important? Tell me you at least grabbed a bowl” aether sighed. He knew ifrit didn’t, watching him hold the bag in his hands as it rapidly expanded. Ifrit stared at it intensely, mouthing numbers, no doubt counting the seconds between pops as if he was actually using the microwave. Aethers tried to explain to him it doesn’t work the same, ifrit never listens though. It makes him feel useful.

“No bowl. Omegas a stick in the mud. It’s faster this way too, look! Have some”

Aether rolled his eyes, sticking his hand into the bag and throwing a couple pieces into his mouth, wincing at the bitter taste.

“Ifrit this is burnt”

“Wow. God forbid a woman make a mistake” ifrit grabbed the bag back from him, shoving his own hand up into his mouth. He tried not to make it obvious he also couldn’t stand the taste, powering through to eat a couple more pieces before abandoning the bag between them.

“You’re not even …. Whatever.” Aether sighed “movie?”

“We always watch a movie. Can we play a game or something? We could even do each other's nails, have a spa bath or something.”

“A game? You want to play fucking truth or dare or something like kits-“

“Yeah!” Ifrit interrupted him, perking up at the mention. Aether furrowed his brow at him. There was no way he was serious right? Judging by the smile on his face and the way he turned to sit up facing aether, no, he wasn’t joking. “Ok, truth or dare?”

“You genuinely want to play?” There was a pause before ifrit nodded like it was completely obvious, “fine, truth”

“Boring. Who do you have a cruuushhhhh on?” Ifrit sang, hands in his lap and wiggling happily like a little girl.

“Dare.” Aether quickly corrected himself. A stupid blush was no doubt rising to his cheeks. The game was stupid anyways, truly he could just lie until he got bored and relented to a movie and some cuddles or something.

“Absolutely not. Answer the question, come on it’s not like it’s a secret”

“Fuck you asshole” aether scoffed as if ifrit wasn’t entirely correct, “no one thanks. Why, do you have one or something?”

“It’s obvious it’s dewdrop. You start tripping over yourself when he’s around.” Ifrit snicked

“You dodged my question”

“You dodged mine!”

Aether huffed, taking another bite of cold burnt popcorn as if it might taste better this time. Ifrit may be an idiot but god did that boy know how to read people.

“Maybe. Since you already know apparently. You can’t fucking tell him though ifrit i swear to god-“

“I won’t! It’s sweet. I don’t see him act nice to most but he’s always nice to you. Just thought I’d point it out”

Aether quickly took a sip of his drink, using it as a break to think for a second. There was no way dew liked him back, that shit head was in a different sisters room most nights. Hope sparked in his chest anyways.

“Your turn fritter, cough it up”

Ifrit laughed, leaning back against the pillows and crossing his hands in front of him in thought. He had a small smile on his face, swinging the leg that was hanging off the bed.

“Zephyr. They’re just …”

“I fucking knew it!”

“Shut up! Listen- they’re so smart and I like the way they take things seriously, I don’t know they’re just nice to be around”

“Gay”

“Fuck you”

[willoryn]

A little spa day ♨️

Lucifer joins you for a bath <3

Fem!ReaderxLucifer NSFW

Fingering and oral (reader receiving both), penetration (p in v), smut, reader receives lots of pampering and affection~

A satisfied sigh left you as you slid down into the hot bath until the water came up to your shoulders. You laid your head back on a towel that was resting on the side of the solid stone tub.

This was just what you needed to work out your tense muscles.

You were usually a quick shower type of person. Never really taking the time to allow yourself a little relaxation in a bath tub. But this time around you decided to change things up. Maybe treat yourself a little. After all, Lucifer had this beautiful large stone bathtub that was going to waste. He never really needed to bathe anyways. As the king of hell and an ancient, powerful demon, of course he could just keep himself clean using magic to blink any filth away without thinking.

Unfortunately, you weren't lucky enough to have such powers at your disposal. But even when Lucifer would suggest doing the same to you, you'd always refuse. There was a comfort in letting hot water run over your body. Or submerging yourself in a warm bath. Letting all of the day's stress and grime wash away with some nice smelling body wash.

You let yourself dip lower until the water came up to your chin. You closed your eyes and breathed in the steam from the hot bath. There were no sounds in the room other than the occasional drop from the faucet.

This right here was heaven~

You weren't sure how long you had been sitting like that in the water. You were so lost in your thoughts that you must have lost track of time. It wasn't until you felt something tap against your nose that made your eyes flutter open. Staring back at you were the blank, black eyes of a yellow rubber duck just inches from your face.

A smile formed on your lips and you tapped it's little orange beak with your finger, sending it floating away. No doubt one of Lucifer's creations that he spawned into the bath with you.

Speaking of-

"Mind if I join you?"

The source of that familiar voice came from right beside you. You turned your head where Lucifer was resting his crossed arms on the side of the stone tub and smiling at you with beautiful red eyes. You smiled back at him... also mentally noting that his torso was completely bare. You amused yourself wondering how awkward it would have been if you'd said no.

"I thought you didn't have to bathe." You said.

"I don't... but I was getting lonely," he admitted sheepishly, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. "It's great. You should join me."

You didn't have to tell him twice. In a blink, he was no longer beside you. Lucifer appeared in the tub right across from you, fully submerged up to his chest. He smiled at the little rubber ducky that floated past him and then at you.

"This is nice." He said.

"Mhmm," you sighed. "That's why I like to take baths. They're relaxing~"

"Anything I can do to make it even more relaxing for you? Lights? Music? Candles?" He asked, eagerly awaiting to know how he could fulfill any desire you had.

You shook your head. "I don't need all that, hon-"

"Maybe I could rub your shoulders?"

Now that gave you pause. The hot water had made you so relaxed up to this point. A shoulder massage might actually unravel you completely. You nodded and floated over to him. He held you by the shoulders and turned you around. You groaned when his hands started massaging the tense muscles there. If you could melt you probably would have.

His thumbs worked little circles into your skin for a while. Gradually moving down until he was in your middle back. You didn't notice until you felt a certain appendage brush against tour ass just how close you had floated towards him. You were pretty much in his lap at this point. Which wouldn't be a problem...

If his boner wasn't so painfully obvious.

You bit your lip, knowing you should be nice. But where was the fun in that?

"I'm a little tense here, too, sweetie." You reached back and took his hands in yours and lowered them to your hips.

"O-Oh..." You couldn't help but smile at the flustered tone in his voice. He was just too cute sometimes.

Lucifer did as he was told and started massaging you where you placed his hands.

"Mmh... Luci..." you moaned a little sensually on purpose.

You wished you could see the look on his face. No doubt his cheeks were probably dusted with a bright gold as he blushed. His eyes were probably hyperfocused on the area that required his attention and he was shifting uncomfortably where he sat.

Lucifer was far too fun to tease.

Just when you thought he had had enough however, his hands started moving lower. Much to your surprise. They stopped on your thighs, where he continued his massaging.

"Is right here okay, too?" He asked behind you.

You shivered at the feeling of his voice against the back of your neck. "Y-Yeah... that feels good."

And it did... but in another way entirely.

You opened your legs a bit wider, giving him more space to rub you. This was a grave error, as it only led him to start moving into your inner thighs. But still you didn't tell him to stop. His sinful touch felt too good to do such a thing.

Then, as if reading your thoughts, one of his hands boldly dipped between your legs to rub your mound. Just inches away from your now-aching clit.

"And here?"

"Luce..." you breathed. "I think we've ventured beyond just a massage."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"That's good to hear," He said innocently. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Because you're really tense here, too~"

"Is that so?" You asked as his fingers slid up and down your slit before plunging between your folds. You gasped when his finger found your clit and he started circling the sensitive bud.

"Mhmm~" He hummed in approval. "Gotta make sure we work out everything."

After another moment or two, Lucifer abandoned your clit to travel further down until he found what he was looking for. He slid a finger inside you, making you moan louder.

"Poor thing, you're so tight~" He cooed into your ear. "We'll have to fix that."

Then his finger was joined by a second. Lucifer thrust the two digits in an out of you, stretching your pussy walls even more as you clung desperately to the side of the tub.

"Lucifer! F-Fuck-!"

"Good girl, I love hearing my name on your lips." He breathed into your ear, gently nibbling at your helix. His sharp teeth making goosebumps appear on your flesh. "I have to hear more~"

Lucifer removed his fingers from you, much to your disappointment, and turned you around so that you were facing him now. After placing a kiss to your lips, he lifted you and sat you down on the ledge of the stone tub. He spread your legs open and marveled at just how sopping you were.

"Fuck, you're wet."

"Yeah, no shit." You snarked, unable to help yourself.

He gently nipped at your inner thigh, making you squeak.

"You know what I mean, darling." He chuckled. "You look delicious~"

You swallowed as his hungry eyes looked up and down your aching pussy.

"All mine to taste~"

Lucifer made a meal of you. Greedily devouring your cunt as if he's never tasted anything as divine. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl, thankful to finally have his hunger satisfied. His forked tongue flicked and swirled around your clit, only occasionally stopping to suckle gently on the sensitive bud.

"Oh, Luci!" you moaned, white-knuckling the side of the tub. "Fuck!"

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you tear this little piece of heaven away from him.

"I'm gonna cum, baby- I-I'm gonna-!" You cried out when you finally tipped over the edge. You pushed your hips against his face, urging his sweet tongue to help you ride out your orgasm until it was too much to bear. Lucifer's tongue snaked down to your entrance, plunging inside to fully drink every last drop of you as you came in his mouth.

"Lucifer!" You cried as the pleasure was soon replaced with overstimulation. Your orgasm had finally subsided and your body shook violently as he continued to drink you down.

Thankfully, he granted you mercy by pulling away from you and standing in the tub, finally giving you a good view of his throbbing erection. He took your hand in his to lift you but your legs protested.

"Let me help you, my darling." He said, lifting you up effortlessly by your ass. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles behind him.

Lucifer kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When you separated, he met your eyes with his own sex-drunk gaze.

"I love you... and I could spend all night devouring you," Lucifer said breathlessly. "But I need to feel you, my angel."

"Please." You begged, knowing exactly what he meant.

Lucifer didn't waste any time. He pressed his cock to your entrance and. With your permission, thrust into you. Your pussy tightened around him at the sudden entry. But you soon relaxed so that he could start rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

However, it wasn't long until he had you up against the tile wall, desperately bucking into you while you clung to him for dear life. Lucifer held you at the perfect angle. Hitting you deep and hard, exactly how you liked it, making every thrust more delicious than the last.

"F-Fuck-" He growled into your shoulder. "You feel so fucking good-!"

You gripped his hair in one hand and dug your nails into his back with the other. Speech failed you as you were reduced to mere whimpers and moans as he pounded into you, shaking the tub beneath you. By how hard he was pounding into you, it felt like he was probably going to fuck you through this tile wall and you'd be just fine with that.

"I love you-! Fuck- I love you so much!" He shuddered as he felt himself getting ever closer to his own orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips and quickened his pace. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"

Craning your neck, you captured his lips in a hot, messy kiss as he finally reached his own nirvana. He moaned into your mouth, filling your lungs with his pleasure as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. His entire body shook as he milked out every last drop he had into you. Until he was finally spent and panting.

But he wasn't in a hurry to leave you yet.

You both took a minute to catch your breaths. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as he held you to him. You laid your head on top of his and you ran your fingers through his hair.

Once he found enough strength to move again, he brought you both down into the comfort of the warm water. Lucifer released you, much to your disappointment.

"We might need to run a new bath." Lucifer said with a nervous chuckle. "I think we've ruined this one."

You smiled. That was a bit of an understatement. Most of the water was no longer in the tub and whatever cleaning supplies you had brought in here with you was now strewn across the bathroom floor. Even your poor rubber ducky friend laid abandoned beside the tub.

"I think," You gave a chaste kiss to Lucifer's lips. "You should join me for baths more often."

"As long as I get to pamper my queen. I'd love that~" He said, cupping your cheek in his hand and returning your kiss with a deeper and longer one.

♡ The End ♡

[yawnderu]

Bimbo!reader giving simon a home spa day, like making sure simon looks ABSOLUTELY glamorous everywhere!

bimbo!reader loves having spa days with Simon 😭 she bought a few products for his dry skin, always wanting to help him relax after he comes back home :3

“I said sit down.” You push him back down on the bathtub, forcing him to stay in the water despite the way his fingers are looking like raisins, wrinkling up after almost 30 minutes of being in the water.

“'M gonna melt, angel.” His protest goes ignored much to his amusement, brown eyes fully focused on the way you're working on applying some sort of mask on his hair, despite the way he has a buzz cut.

“You'll live.” You finally reply with a teasing smile, massaging the deep treatment hair mask onto short hair, your long nails softly running along his scalp. He allows himself to fully relax, taking in the smell of the lavender bath bubbles you put in the water, bathroom lights dim to give him the full spa experience.

You carefully wash the treatment off his hair after a few minutes of waiting for it to set in, helping him out of the bathtub and wrapping a towel over his naked torso, a new one going to dry his hair.

Being taken care of and spoiled is something completely new to Simon— the last time was when he was a baby, his mum bathing him and trying to give him a nice experience despite his father's protests about her spending money on what he thought was bullshit, He closes his eyes, placing all his trust on you to take care of him without feeling burdened.

“Now we're gonna do skincare, I got some new products for you that I'm dying to use.” You coo at him, excitedly holding his hand and guiding him back to your bed, helping him lay down on the freshly changed satin sheets.

He watches with amusement as you come back with a pink basket overflowing with skincare products that you bought specifically for him. You sit in bed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss before you start rummaging through the basket, trying to find a product to begin with now that his face is clean from the bath. He's never seen you this focused, the tip of your tongue poking out of your glossy lips. His hand goes to your side on instinct, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Alright, so we're starting with a mud mask.” You put on your best YouTuber voice, making a small smile to set on his lips at the act. Your hands work carefully, the pads of your fingers gliding along his dry skin, spreading the grey mask all over his face, making sure to avoid applying it on his thin eyebrows and lips.

“Close your eyes.” Not only was he staring into your soul— you also have other plans for his eyes. You go to the skincare fridge in your closet, pulling out a small container with cold, cut slices of cucumber that you prepared the night before.

“Are you gonna kill me?” He asks jokingly, mirth in his tone despite the way he actually closes his eyes, fully trusting you.

“Not yet.” Your playful tone makes him smile, fully aware that it's all a joke. You put the cold slices of cucumber over his eyes, giggling at the way his face scrunches up at the feeling.

“Fuckin' hell.” It feels way too weird— completely new to him. You let the face mask set for a few minutes before cleaning it off with a wet cloth, removing the cucumber slices from over his eyes. The dark bags under his eyes becoming slightly less prominent. You lean down to capture his lips in a kiss that he immediately returns, his hand going up to your waist and running up and down gently, always looking forward to feeling your body.

“Alright, now we're gonna apply some cream.” You spoil me too much, he thinks. A small smile makes way to his lips, happy that he found someone who loves to dote on him this much without ever complaining about it. You're having fun taking care of him, making a little spa out of your shared flat.

Your soft hands massage the product all over his much softer skin, making you realize just how much better his skin has gotten ever since you started doing his skincare months ago. You tap the pads of your fingers on his skin as you get done, making sure the cream gets into his pores well.

“Do this.” You pucker your lips, grinning down at him when he does it back with no hesitation. You apply a small amount of strawberry lip balm all over his thin, chapped lips, proud at seeing the way they become softer.

Who cares if Johnny teases him about becoming a ''pretty boy''? He doesn't have a girlfriend who spoils him, while Simon does. Yeah, shut up, Johnny.

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[girlboypersonthingy]

Hazbin Boys x reader- Comfort ❤️‍🩹

This is a request from an anon- hazbin boys comforting reader with depression/mental illness. Includes Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and just a dab of Alastor. Original request here + a heart felt message from yours truly 💌

TW: depression, mental illness, sickeningly sweet fluff

Notes: gn!reader, NSFW during Angel’s part 18+ plz

Lucifer 🍎

Oh my goodnessssssss, prepare to be treated like absolute royalty.

I’m talking foot rubs, back rubs, playing with your hair

Not only will he make you food, he’ll literally try to feed you and offer you sweet praises when you do eat. Eating can be a real chore sometimes…

“Good job, my love. It’s gonna be okay…okay?”

I think Luci is pretty touchy in general, but when you’re down in the dumps, he gets extra clingy and touchy

He’ll pretty much constantly have a hand on you- holding your hand, a hand on your back, a gentle rub on your shoulder

Will unfurl his wings and drag you close to him in bed, wrapping his arms and silky feathers around you as he lulls you to sleep

Like imagine a midday depression nap all tangled up with Luci, curtains drawn so the room is nice and dark, the temp is perfect, the bed is hugging you just as good as your babe next to is. Ugh. Plz, I want this. I need this.

Will try to gently coax you out of bed and try to get you out of the house. He knows it won’t be easy for you but he thinks getting you cleaned up, dressed and out doing something fun you’ll feel a bit better. You’ll at least be distracted from your sadness for a bit.

He’s so kind and nonjudgmental too. He gets it completely. He has depression too. Even the king of hell deals with mental illness, okay? Mental illness does not discriminate

He’ll offer the best advice he can muster up, using his own experiences to help you out of your funk

All in all, he’s just an absolute sweet pea. So doting, so caring.

Angel Dust 🕸️

Also has mental illness, also gets it completely.

KING OF DISTRACTIONS

Angel is a sweet boy but I don’t think he’d be too great at offering advice…

So he does his best to distract you from your feelings, doing whatever it takes to get you to smile, even just for a second.

Will ask you what you want to do first, whatever will make you happy, he’ll go along with it.

If you insist on rotting in bed, he’ll probably respectfully pull you out of bed, tell you “this ain’t good for ya, babe” and force you to go do something fun, something relaxing, something for yourself

Sorry not sorry but he’ll def offer to cheer you up by fucking you, letting you fuck him, eating you out, sucking your dick. Go ahead, take your stress out on him, he can take it ;)

Also the king of self care.

SPA DAY SPA DAY SPA DAY

Will draw you and him a bath, rub your shoulders while you sit in the warm water together, will even wash your hair for you

Forces you to wear a face mask with him lmao

“C’mon, (Y/N)! Lemme paint ya nails! You’ll look sooooo cuuuuuute~”

Expect lots of touching and kisses with him at night, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping

Rubs your back, rubs your arms, will rub gentle circles on your butt if you’ll let him, kisses your head, kisses your cheeks, kisses your nose

ALL THE KISSESSSSSS 💋💋💋

Husk 🃏

Okay listen…this guy is obvi a great listener and he’s pretty good at giving advice. Honestly, he’s probably the best person to go to.

Husk is an old soul, he’s pretty wise, has a lot of life experience, death experience, his own experience with mental illness and even addiction.

He could just listen to you talk for hours, waiting for you to pause before he replies. He’d never interrupt. He’s so patient with you 🥹

Will keep a close eye on you and any new habits you’ve seemed to pick up. He fixes his own issues with booze but he’s the type to say “do as I say, not as I do”

Won’t let you spiral into addiction like he did…it’s not an option.

I think Husk would be a good mix of “Come here, give Husker a hug. It’s alright, hun. Let’s go take a little nap, yeah?” and “Hey, I know what’ll cheer ya up!” *proceeds to show you the coolest, craziest magic tricks*

He’s a good balance of comfort and distraction

Anything he can do to help, just say the word

Will tell you funny shit he’s seen the folks around the hotel do just to see you laugh for a moment

“One time, Angel was walking right in front of the bar at like 7 in the morning and tripped over literally nothing and face planted! I had the best seat in the house. It was hilarious.”

This is my own personal headcanon, idk why but I feel like Husk can cook really well. He’d totally make you food, even bring it to you in bed if you don’t feel like getting up

Will absolutely let you play with him like a kitten, won’t even be upset about it. Play with his ears, give him pets, let his fur be your stim toy, let his purr soothe your achy heart

Sir Pentious 🐍

Plzzzz, he’s such a simp. I love this slippery, special little guy 💚

Big on cuddles! Will cuddle you all day, all night if you want. Loves the physical contact, and loves it even more when he can feel you relax a bit against him.

Will make his eggs boys do anything for you. Whatever you want, you tell them and they’ll happily oblige.

Kinda random but I think he’d be the type to try and pull silly little pranks on ppl around the hotel just to get you to laugh. He’s such a silly goose omg

He doesn’t really understand what you’re going through so he’ll just keep asking you what he can do, how he can help, what you want, what you need from him.

He doesn’t get it but he’ll do anything for you.

When you’re feeling particularly lazy and it’s extra hard to leave your bed, he’ll literally carry you around. Just lounge in his arms, darling, he’ll take you wherever you need to go. Don’t need to go anywhere? Fine, you’re gonna come along with him to do his daily tasks. Sit in his lap and just watch as he works.

Just wants to keep you close. He can’t stand the thought of you being alone when you feel like this. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he wants you close.

Unless you insist on having some alone time or needing some space. Again, whatever you need from him, you got it.

Although, he may get a little teary eyed and pouty when he leaves you. Can’t stop thinking about you all day and probably comes and checks on you several times.

Vox 🖥️

“CANCEL MY MEETINGS, HOLD ALL MY CALLS, TELL EVERYONE IM NOT RESPONDING TO EMAILS UNTIL TOMORROW!”

Guy needs to focus on his baby right now. You are his top priority, everything else can wait. You are just too precious to put on the back burner.

Will be sure to tell Val and Velvette to leave you two alone. He doesn’t want them upsetting you any more than you already are.

This man has his assistants waiting on you hand and foot. He’s gonna stay in your bed with you, cuddled up with tons of blankets, both in your pajamas as you watch movies while ordering his staff to bring you whatever it is you desire.

Will eventually yank you out of bed bc he can’t stay still for too long but you’re coming with him. Wants to keep you company always

In public, Vox isn’t the most romantic or touchy. He’s a busy man with a huge reputation to uphold. While he would never completely ignore you and he’s no ashamed to show some PDA with you, you sort of always find yourself following in his shadow when he’s hard at work.

Once he sees how much your mental health is affecting you, he becomes much more attentive, much more protective of you.

He’ll hold your hand or keep his arm around you when out and about. Will give you a gentle kiss and a prideful smile before getting on set for a news shoot.

If you’re having a particularly hard day, everyone get out of the way! Hes taking the day off, he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks.

You are too important to him. Without you, what good would all his accomplishments be? Without you, who would he share all this with?

He needs you to stick around 🩵

Alastor🩸

I think Alastor would be absolutely clueless but he’d try his best nonetheless!

He’d also be one to try and distract you.

Wanna go to cannibal town and visit Rosie? She’ll help cheer you up! She’s a great listener with tons of good advice to give

Will reluctantly invite you into his room and lead you to the half of it that looks like a swamp/forest. He will take off his coat and sit in the grass with you, staying silent but watching you look around in awe.

He’s got lots of cool powers and will summon or manifest little things here that he thinks will bring a smile to your face.

Summons little lightning bugs to carefully dance around your face, holds back from slaughtering a deer that’s approaching just so you can admire it from afar, will watch with a genuine smile as you lay back in the grass and relax to the sound of crickets chirping and light jazz music.

If you asked…he might give you a hug. Might.

Also sends his shadow to check up on you every so often but if you notice this, he will deny it with all his might.

[damsel-loves-machines]

The preening moments in these Lucifer fics are immaculate✨. I love the strong intimacy of couples caring for each other, spoiling the other with attention and attentiveness.

Although, what if you gave Lucifer a back massage on top of preening his wings? And a shoulder massage? Fuck it, just a full-blown self-care day for the King of Hell.

You notice Lucifer has been more tense and stressed nowadays with his Royal duties and his new responsibilities with the hotel, so you dedicate a whole evening for him to be pampered from Heaven to Hell and back again.

Gigantic bathtub hot and ready for him, covered to the brim with bubbles and rubber duckies. Luci laughs when you call it a ‘bird bath’.

Put a facial mask and a hair tie on this man. His beauty is already impeccable, the mask is just for silliness and to complete the Spa Day aesthetic. He continues to smile nonetheless.

A glass of champagne, apple slices and caramel dip served to him as he soaks. Snacking is the only thing that is keeping him awake as you scrub in shampoo into his golden locks, your nails scratching his scalp just right.

Lucifer has to struggle to keep his groans and moans to a quiet minimum, but he can only contain himself so much. Your hands work so diligently and delicately against each feather and muscle on his back as you straddle his waist, him being faced down on his crimson bed. Your kiss against his neck while he was distracted by your palms pressed down in between his shoulder blades was sly.

I wonder what he would do as a thank you? or as payback

[gabessquishytum]

Time for some dreamling crack! I apologize for the length, it got out of control. Destiny is done. He's just done, okay? He's had enough of his parents who were never there, siblings who are constantly up to some shit, and his ultra-serious job with no vacations. Moreover, being constantly chained to a book (especially when it's such a huge and heavy book) sucks. So, one day he makes an ultimate decision to go on a holiday into some remote galaxy for a century or two, but first, he needs to complete one task that he actually assigned to himself. Technically, he's not supposed to intervene and all that cosmic bullshit, but he's Destiny, and that's his destiny, pun intended. He's the CEO! The year is 1389. Destiny calls Death and tells her they need to go to Dream asap. She's surprised and slightly worried but obeys without questions. Dream is even more surprised - Destiny normally never visits, so the circumstances must be exceptional. Which they are. Destiny is in no mood for pleasantries and gets straight to the business, informing Dream that he needs to get laid for the common good. Dream bluescreens, and so does Death. 'I beg you pardon?' Dream blinks. Destiny never jokes, and he must have misheard… But Destiny, in his impassive, 100% serious tone, repeats that Dream does need to get laid. To prevent the deaths of thousands of dreamers in the 20th century, to prevent the grudge with hell, to save multiple dreams and nightmares, etc., but ultimately, to save himself from the ill fate. 'All this can be prevented if I get laid?' Dream's metaphorical head is spinning. 'Yes,' Destiny deadpans. 'Okay...' Death interrupts cautiously. 'Why am I here, though?' 'Because he needs to get laid regularly, and there is only one human who can handle this task. He must be made immortal for this reason.'

Dream feels like the Dream.exe file has been irrevocably damaged. 'I need to get laid regularly?' He repeats weakly. 'Brother, you know how important my function is. I have no time for-' 'This is exactly why you meet your doom in all the futures but one.' '…where I'm getting laid?' Destiny nods. Death beams. Dream pales to a previously unexisting shade of white. Without further ado, Destiny takes them all to the White Horse, buys some ale (his vacation mood starts to kick in - he expected more objections from Dream), and nods at one table. 'Robert Gadling. He is the chosen one.' 'Brother, you surely do not want me to lay with a mortal who has fleas and hasn't bathed for Delirium knows how long,' says terrified Dream. 'I surely do. Fleas are the least of your potential problems, little brother.' 'Alright.' Death says. 'Robert Gadling is immortal now. Can I go?' Destiny nods again. Death smiles and, before disappearing, loudly whispers to Dream to invite her to the wedding. Dream glances one last time at his brother and approaches Robert's table. If this is his destiny...and it's for the greater good of the universe and dreamers...Besides, this Robert Gadling is quite handsome - well, unwashed and smelly, but handsome still. Destiny is very pleased. Now, he only needs to sign up Desire for a few millennia of uncancellable therapy, and he can go drink his cocktails in a galaxy far, far away!

I love this, thank you so much for writing it all out. It really made me chuckle.

I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of Destiny just getting really sick of the universe and all the bullshit that it contains. He's the equivalent of a harassed middle aged working parent attempting to keep everything under control and inevitably watching it all go to shit. He deserves such a good vacation, I hope there's a really good spa in the galaxy he's picked out.

Being the oldest sibling is hard, even when you come from a family of cosmic entities. And honestly? Destiny kind of likes the look of his new human brother-in-law. If this guy can keep Dream from going off the rails then that's wonderful, but the fact that he's cute? Also helps. Destiny may be blind but he is not immune to the Hobpropaganda. He's actually kind of not dreading the next family dinner? He can already see that it's going to run a whole lot smoother with Hob around the table.

But first: bottomless mimosas in a different star system. Bye, losers!

[nephilimeq]

Someday

Prompt: Babysitting

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161651215

Tommy scrambled to get the house ready, wondering how the hell it had happened that he and Buck were hosting all of the 118’s kids that weekend.

He picked up the wedding ring quilt from the back of the couch, not wanting to risk anything happening to it, and folded it and decided to put it up in their room for the time being.

In less than an hour they would have Jee, Denny, Mara, Nia, and Christopher all there at the house because Howie, Maddie, Hen, Karen, and Eddie were all going to be gone for the next two days because of a medical conference and spa weekend in Palm Springs. Technically, three of them didn’t even have to go, but apparently there was a spa there that they had all been dying to try, and everything had lined up perfectly, so the team had asked Tommy and Evan if they could watch the kids.

Of course they could, why wouldn’t they? It’s not like they had any other plans that weekend.

…but now he was panicking.

His mind raced as he wondered how they were all going to be comfortable.

Chris would be sharing Tommy’s old office with Denny, while the girls would be put up in the guest room with their own bathroom, of course—but what about feeding them all? Sure, Evan was an amazing cook and regularly cooked more than they needed (they usually had leftovers for days), but they were dealing with kids and kids didn’t like the same things that adults like, so what the hell were they going to do about that? And what about keeping them entertained? And what about—

“Tommy, I can hear your brain short-circuiting from over here,” his boyfriend said, gently interrupting his racing thoughts. “Whatever you’re worrying about, stop. We’ll figure it out together. We’ve got this,” he added as he stepped towards him and rubbed his shoulders.

“Do we?” the airman quipped, gripping the forgotten quilt tightly in his hand.

Soft fingers gently pried his own fingers loose and Evan gave him a look.

“We do. It’s just for two nights and then we can give them back to their parents. I’m cooking up a large batch of my homemade macaroni and cheese, a special recipe that even the kids will love, and they can all eat it, I checked with their parents,” he said as he walked them up to their bedroom. “They also all like Disney and it turns out that the girls are all adrenaline junkies, so I’ve picked out a couple of kid safe action movies for them to watch. There’s lots of extra popcorn for the movies and I picked up two twelve packs of soda on the way home,” he said as he placed the quilt over the end of their bed.

Tommy finally nodded and let out a sigh, feeling some of the tension leave him, running a hand through the back of his hair as he said, “Yeah, okay. We’ve got this…oh, but what about showers and baths? How, how is that gonna work?”

Evan tilted his head.

“You know what, I dunno. But we’ll talk to them when they get here, and we’ll figure it out. I have a shower chair that Chris can use when it’s his turn, so don’t worry about that,” he added, patting his arm as he walked past him back into the hallway, and he stared after his boyfriend for a moment, appreciating his preparedness.

After a moment he followed after him, saying, “Okay, so we have some movies. But what about the rest of the time? We can’t just sit them in front a screen!” he argued, feeling the panic rise in the back of his throat once more—

—but yet again, his boyfriend had an answer.

“They all like soccer,” Evan said, opening the front hall closet and pulling out one of the soccer balls that he owned, “And we have a back yard. They’ll be fine, Tommy.”

Okay, yeah, sure. They’d be fine.

--

“Thanks, Uncle Tommy!” Mara called out as she sipped at the lemonade he’d given her, and he smiled and tried not to react to her calling him Uncle Tommy, simply waving at her from the back door as she went out and sat on the blanket on the grass next to Denny, Nia, and Christopher, the soccer ball just off to the side, while Jee sat on Evan’s lap coloring in some of his tattoos with a water-based marker.

She had tried the soccer ball for a little bit but had gotten tired, so Evan had grabbed the markers and told her to go to town on his arms.

Tommy stared at them for a moment, and then back at the rest of the kids, marveling at the fact that things had been going so well.

Maddie and Chimney had showed up first, of course, giving the two of them all of the instructions—and then Evan had cut his sister off with a friendly glare and had said, “Believe it or not, I do know her routine, you guys,” and then had summarily pushed them back out the door.

About fifteen minutes after them, Hen and Karen had arrived with their three kids, and their brood had all piled into the living room and quickly set up their various electronics to charge. Hen had rolled her eyes and said, “Just make sure they get up and move around at some point,” while Karen had been a bit more serious and had pulled Tommy to the side and practically begged him to make sure they spent as little time on their phones as possible, and he had reassured her that he would.

Another twenty minutes later Eddie and Christopher showed up, the teen looking annoyed at not being allowed to be left alone for a weekend, and Tommy could understand his frustration, which was why he was putting almost no pressure on him to do anything.

In fact, he had made a deal with Evan for over the next two days they would let Christopher have as much autonomy as possible.

“Dude, Iron Man would totally beat Green Lantern!” Tommy heard one of the kids say, and he swiveled his head and grinned when he heard Christopher reply, “Are you kidding me, Denny? Stark would…would not even…stand a chance! The ring is…all powerful!”

“Nano tech, dude! He would remove the ring and win!”

A friendly argument ensued, during which Evan looked up at Tommy and asked, “Who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Not really a superhero person, to be honest. I like the complex characters. Like Daredevil,” he admitted, and his boyfriend shook his head and said, “Why am I not surprised? I’m, uh…I’m a fan of of Hawkeye, myself. He keeps up with all those superheroes all on his own merit, you know? Can’t help but admire that.”

He smiled…

…and then he heard one of the kids shout a bit too loud for it just be a friendly argument or horseplay, and without even thinking about it, Tommy turned towards them and raised his voice and said, “Hey, what’s going on over there?” and they suddenly went silent…and then Mara called out, “Nothing! Never mind!” and he resettled against the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his chest, keeping a wary eye on them, hoping that it was genuinely nothing.

The sound of Evan chuckling reached his ears, and he looked down to see him smiling up at him, and asked, “What?”

“Nothing, just…you went all ‘dad’ voice there. You’re, uh…you’re kinda good at this…”

He flushed and ducked his head, suddenly feeling self-conscious—he then muttered, “Not really, just…you know. Observant,” but Evan continued to smile up at him, uncaring of the way Jee had moved from his left forearm to his right forearm, using a bright pink on one of his tattoos.

--

“Food is ready!”

The sound of four sets of feet stampeding down the hall, followed by a more sedate pace of another pair of feet, told him that they were on their way, and he grabbed the paper plates, Evan having told him that it was easier to deal with disposables when dealing with kids.

They came barreling around the corner and Tommy barely dodged, lifting the pan of cheesy goodness high above their heads.

“Whoa! This is a no running zone! I catch you running, you forfeit your dinner to me!” he said, and they all immediately stopped running and he grinned. It was a technique that his Nona had used with him when he was a kid and had visited her house during special occasions—it had always worked on him, and he was pleased to see that it still worked on the younger generations. He then ushered them towards the table and asked, “Did everyone wash their hands?” and was met with a chorus of ‘yes’.

“Good. Dinner is served,” he said, placing the food in front of them, catching a glimpse of Evan over his shoulder bringing over the drinks from the fridge, each one of them getting a water and a soda, so that they had the option, saying that it was better for them to be allowed to choose which they wanted.

“This looks good,” said Christopher, and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause Evan made it,” he replied, reaching down and ruffling the teen’s hair, smiling as he pulled away from the affectionate gesture. Ah, teenagers.

His boyfriend then sat down at the end of the table with his own plate and the airman joined him, watching as Evan helped Jee with her own food—and then was taken off guard when Nia spoke up from her place on the other side of Mara, saying, “How come you’re the only one who calls Uncle Buck ‘Evan’?” as she stretched to grab the salt, and he gave her a look.

Tommy hesitated…but then honestly answered, “Well, that’s actually a funny story. Do you guys wanna hear it?”

And just like that, every eye at the table was on the firefighter pilot and he grinned.

Chuckling, he explained, “When I first met him, it was when the Captain was lost on the cruise at sea. They needed help to fly into the hurricane, so your dad,” he pointed at Jee, “And your dad,” he pointed at Christopher, “Came to me for my help, along with this guy, right here.” He jabbed his thumb at his boyfriend. “And when he introduced himself he told me his name was Evan Buckley, and so I just called him Evan and he never corrected me. I actually thought he was pulling my leg,” he confessed in a loud whisper, leaning in. “But then I found out later that he liked me and didn’t correct me because he liked me…”

At that, the girls giggled while the boys rolled their eyes and Tommy found himself staring fondly at his boyfriend, who looked embarrassed by the story, even though he found it utterly endearing and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“That’s romantic,” Nia said as she stirred her mac and cheese, and Maya agreed.

“It really is.”

Tommy nudged Evan’s shoulder with his own and gave him a look, and said, “Yeah, well, I like the romantic movies. I thought it was sweet,” and went back to eating dinner. The rest of the meal went by with relative ease, the kids being mostly good, with only a small argument here and there over who had eaten more.

By the time dessert rolled around, everyone was sprawled out through the living room, and Tommy smiled as Evan stood in front of the kids and said, “Okay, here are your options. We have MotoCrossed—a classic, How to Train Your Dragon—all three films, Where the Wild Things Are, and—of course—the Goonies. So…what’ll it be?” he asked, looking eager to watch absolutely any of them, and Tommy grinned, knowing that Evan had only seen most of those movies in the past two years because he hadn’t had the chance before.

Denny suddenly spoke up, saying, “How about we put it to a vote?” and all the other kids nodded, except for Jee who was focused on coloring a page of her coloring book.

The four older kids exchanged a look and then nodded, and Tommy watched with a fond smile as they figured it out among themselves, with How to Train Your Dragon winning out in a unanimous vote.

Eventually they all settled, and Tommy and Evan brought them popcorn to eat while they watched, and eventually around the middle of the second movie each one of them started to drift off, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, Jee curled up in the crook of the airman’s arm, one of her small hands gripping tightly to his henley, wrinkling the fabric, already completely asleep.

“I’m gonna go get the beds ready,” Evan whispered into his ear, and he nodded.

Tommy watched as he walked away, marveling at how easiy his boyfriend took to a parenting role, every part of it coming naturally to him, and Tommy knew that if he was physically capable of it, he would get his boyfriend pregnant in a heartbeat. God, he wanted to have kids with him so badly, and it honestly took him off guard how deep that ache went, all the way down to his bones, and he had the feeling that it would show up later in their bedroom in an interesting way.

Within the next half an hour they had managed to get everyone to bed, including Jee, even though she had been clinging to him like a limpet.

“God, she adores you, doesn’t she?” Evan said softly as Tommy pried her off and left her in bed.

He shook his head and joined him in the doorway, glancing back at the three girls, who were all fast asleep, looking perfectly content, and then whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, “She adores you, too, I was just the most recent target for the night. C’mon, let’s go clean up.”

They headed back downstairs and finished cleaning up and then collapsed on the couch.

“Night one, done.”

Tommy looked at Evan and smirked and said, “You sound tired, Evan. You sure you can make it another day?”

His boyfriend smiled back at him and quipped, “You bet your ass I can, old man. What about you? I mean, between the two of us, you’re the one that I would worry about,” he added with a sly grin, and the airman tilted his head and regarded him for a moment, debating how he should respond…

…and then said, “I think can handle it.”

They exchanged a soft look.

Tommy was taken off guard when Evan suddenly remarked, “You ever think about, you know…having kids?” and he hesitated a moment before answering—but then said, “Yeah, I guess I have. I’ve always thought that if I did have kids, then I would do it better than my dad did, at least…”

Evan curled up closer to him, nudging his shoulder up to his…and murmured just below a whisper, “I think you’d make a great dad,” and he felt his breath catch in his throat at his words, but didn’t know how to respond, and so said nothing, instead wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulled him in closer. They sat there for a long time, basking in the silence that came from a well enjoyed day, and to Tommy the silence felt fuller knowing that there were five very happy and content kids upstairs. He traced his fingers over Evan’s tattoos, which still had faint shades of pinks and greens from where Jee had colored them in, and he smiled, amused at the sight.

They stayed that way for a while, taking in the moment—

—which was abruptly interrupted by a small voice on the stairs behind them saying, “Can I have a drink of water?”

Jee.

They exchanged a look.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggested, and Evan snorted.

“Yeah, right.”

--

A day and a half later, they watched as the last of the kids were picked up by Hen and Karen, all three of them laughing and practically bouncing on their toes as they made their way to the car, while Hen and Karen thanked them for the weekend.

“Seriously, you have no idea how badly we needed this,” Hen said, and Karen nodded.

“We needed this,” she emphasized.

Tommy chuckled and said, “Hey, no need to explain. Your kids were great, and we had a good time,” and Evan said from his side, “We had a great time! Your kids are awesome,” and both women shook their heads and exchanged an amused glance.

“Yeah, they’re always good for strangers. Trust me, the instant we get home all hell will be unleashed,” Karen explained with a wry glance. “But still, we’re glad that they were good for you. How’d they do with Christopher and Jee?” she asked, looking genuinely curious, and Tommy grinned and answered, “They were great with them. In fact, I’m pretty sure that your kids are now trying to plan a movie night sometime in the next week. Be prepared.”

“Oh, great. Just what we need,” drawled Hen, casting a look back at her kids who were chatting away at a mile a minute as they strapped themselves into their seats.

Evan gave each of his friends a look.

“Hey, I think it’s great. Kids need friends like that…”

They nodded and then headed for their car, Hen saying over her shoulder, “Thanks again, guys,” and Tommy quickly shouted back, “Anytime!” just in time, and then they were pulling out o the driveway and he found that he was feeling rather bereft.

He let out a sigh and the two of them turned and headed back inside…and then Evan said from where he was in the kitchen, already cleaning up the remnants of their large breakfast, “You miss them already, don’t you?” and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I kinda do.”

He then walked over to the island, rested his hand on the edge, and softly admitted, “I think we should be dads someday,” and was thrilled when Evan gave him a slow, sweet smile in response, stopping in the middle of putting away dishes to move around the island and slip his arms around the airman’s waist, and then press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Tommy stared at his boyfriend for a second and then said, “So…you’re okay with that idea?”

Evan grinned.

“Like I said last night, I think you’ll be a great dad. And we could be great dads together…”

Tommy smiled.

Time to buy a goddamn ring.

[goddessinnerglow]

A Single Girl's Guide to Loving Valentine's Day

What if this Valentine's Day, we made it all about falling more in love with ourselves? Not in a cheesy "self-love quotes on Instagram" kind of way, but in real, meaningful ways.

Let's be honest, sometimes it feels like the whole world is wrapped up in heart-shaped couples specials and romantic dinner reservations. But there's something kind of magical about reclaiming this day and turning it into a celebration of the most important relationship you'll ever have, the one with yourself.

But here's the thing about Valentine's Day, it's just another Tuesday. (Well, Friday this year, but you get the point.) And while everyone else is stressing about dinner reservations and gift expectations, we get to do whatever the hell we want.

Not sure what that looks like? Here's what actually feels good:

Get a little selfish with your time. Want to binge that entire series everyone's talking about? Do it. Feel like ordering both the pad thai AND the curry because you don't have to agree on one place? Go for it. Miss taking long baths without someone knocking on the door? The bathroom is all yours.

Spoil yourself, but make it practical. Skip the overpriced roses and treat yourself to something you've actually been wanting. Maybe it's those fancy sheets you've been eyeing, that nice candle you always sniff at the store, or finally buying the good version of something instead of the cheap one.

Make it a friend thing. Round up your other single friends (or your coupled friends who need a break from the V-Day pressure) and do something fun. Host a wine and cheese night. Try that new restaurant that's definitely not doing a "special Valentine's menu." Have a spa day at home where you try all those face masks you've been hoarding.

Or don't do anything special at all. Because that's the beauty of being single on Valentine's Day, you don't have to acknowledge it if you don't want to. Sleep in. Order pizza. Watch true crime documentaries. Sometimes the best self-love is just letting yourself be.

There's nothing wrong with being single on Valentine's Day. And there's nothing wrong with having mixed feelings about it either. You can be totally happy being single AND still roll your eyes at the couple's discount ads. Both are valid.

The secret is this: February 14th is just another day to be exactly who you are. And who you are is already pretty great.

Drop a 💖 below if you're planning a low-key V-Day too!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

All I Want For Christmas

Pairing: Shauna x reader

Warnings: None

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"It's so cold," you whine, walking through the crowded streets. Bags of gifts for your family and friends are in one hand, and the other is held tight in Shauna's. Of course, it's December. It's supposed to be cold. But that doesn't keep you from complaining about it.

"I told you to dress warm," Shauna replies, giving you a look as you walk into a bookstore. It doesn't stay on her face long, though, before softening into something a bit gentler.

"This is warm. I just didn't realize how fucking cold it was going to be. You'd think a sweater and coat would be enough." You're huffing like a petulant child, and it takes Shauna a lot to not laugh at you.

She leads you through aisles and aisles of books, gripping your hand like a vice as she does. You'd think it was romantic, if you didn't know her. She just didn't want to have to go looking for you when you inevitably wandered off. Which, if you thought about it, was romantic in it's own right, not wanting to lose you. Romantic in a poetic way, the way Shauna often was.

"You know, it is December. Which is winter. You should probably assume it's going to be pretty cold." She's not even looking at you now, too engrossed in the books on the shelves.

You sigh, a cross between annoyance and fondness. "If I had known you were just going to insult me the entire time, I wouldn't have come with you."

She turns to you, finally, and smiles. "You asked me to go Christmas shopping with you. You chose this, not me."

In lieu of a response, you just squeeze her hand, and she laughs again. Part of you wants to kiss her in the middle of the crowded bookstore, but you're pretty sure she'd punch you for that. So you settle for walking around behind her as she shops, noting which books she looks at so you can buy them later.

When Shauna finishes perusing the store, she leads you back to the front, smiling. "We're about to go back outside. It's cold, I know that. You know that. Don't complain about it."

'You take all my fun away."

She groans, but you know her heart isn't in it. You start walking, and once again, Shauna is dragging you through crowded streets, this time to a body care store.

"I need to get something for my mom here. She asked for bath salts, whatever the hell that is."

Now it's your turn to laugh, finding both her grumpiness and her love for her mom endearing.

"Work kicking her ass?"

"The ER always gets crazy around the holidays, and she just wants to relax. I don't know if she'll be able to, but hey, I'm gonna get her what she asked for." She shrugs, and you practically melt into a puddle on the spot.

"You're a good daughter, Shauna." You see her blush at that, and she brushes it off like it's an annoyance to hear the compliment.

You're following her around like a puppy, again, watching her pick up and smell a plethora of different bath salts.

"Should I get her other stuff too? This doesn't feel like enough." Shauna's looking at you expectantly, brown eyes wide.

You shrug, picking up a bath bomb. "You could get her one of these, too. You know, the whole spa experience."

"Good idea." Shauna squeezes your hand, grabbing a couple bath bombs, and a bottle of lotion for good measure. "You're so much better than me at the 'self care' shit."

"What I'm here for, Shipman."

She pays, and you leave the store, braving the cold for the final time that day. The two of you make your way to Shauna's car, and you're glad to be rid of both the cold and the bags you've been carrying. When you slide into the passenger seat, Shauna suddenly looks a bit shy.

"I got you something. Like, an early gift." She pulls out a rectangular present, and you know almost immediately what it might be. Shauna hands it to you, and inside is an annotated copy of a book you'd been eyeing. It's so sweet, and so Shauna, that you almost start crying.

Instead of saying anything, you lean over the center console and kiss her softly on the lips as a thank you.

"This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, you do realize that, right?" You're looking at her like she hung the moon, and she turns away, blushing bright red.

"It's just a book."

"A book I know you would never normally read, that you not only read, but annotated. For me. Thank you." It takes all your strength to not kiss her all over.

She rolls her eyes, putting the car in gear. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

"I do."

[isabeauwolf]

🌸 Isabeau's MHA x Mary (my OC) & Canon x reader Masterlist 🌸

🌸Ko-fi 🌸a03

Drawing of Mary, done by @kurumi-igarashi, here on tumblr! (one in the middle!)

Main fanfic

Q&A

Darkest Wolf: Overhaul x Mary (eventually x Dabi x Shiggy too)

🌸Prologue 1 🌸Prologue 2 🌸Prologue 3

🌸 Chapter 1: Coming Soon!

AU's

Monsterhaul x Mary x Dabi: She Wolf and The Beast AU (My Beauty and The Beast retelling with Monsterhaul, Mary and Dabi! 🐦‍⬛🔥🐺🌹)

- Warning both AU's are hella dark and overly smutty, if it ain't your thing -

Warning: Mentions of blood, nudity, Yandere Dabi, stalking, breeding kink, non-con, Dabi being overly horny, feral, and needy, masturbation, sexual content, obsessed and possessive Dabi over oc, adult language, 18+ Male Masturbation.

🌹Prologue part 1 🌹Prologue part 2 🌹Chapter 1 🌹Chapter 2🌹Chapter 3: Coming Soon!

Dabi x Mary x Overhaul (The Crow AU) 🐦‍⬛ - Dark Angel

Warning: Mentions of death, blood, rape, miscarriage, loss of pregnancy, drug use, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, guns, gore, depression, madness. Revenge plot. Smut, somnophilia, forced pregnancy, fingering, and nudity. (18+)

- I'm serious, this is all kinds of fucked up - It's Yandere Overhaul and Unhinged Dabi! Of course, it's gonna be hella dark!

(mixture of fluffy and spice, wholesome and feels!) Dabi and Mary being overly horny and love sick idiots.

Overhaul being really yandere and more twisted and unhinged, unrequited love here. His sick obsession with Mary in this AU. (If you want to see more unhinged, horny Dabi checkout She Wolf and The Beast AU) I really put our birdman's possessiveness, controlling and intense, feral, touch and love starved man baby energy in this fanfic.

If you haven't watched The Crow(1994), there will be spoilers and some changes. Please, go watch it! I always cry, but its worth it.

🐦‍⬛ Prologue 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 1 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 2 🐦‍⬛ Chapter 3

Funsies

Overhaul x Mary x Dabi crack fic: Fruit Loops and Muffins - (Crack fanfic inspired by @staitc-rj)

Bath and Spa Day from Hell - Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi and Mary (crackfic) 2 (Inspired by my talk with @angelblueflame )

Dabi x Mary - Bloody Twisted Romeo and his Juliet (Mary as a Hero, instead of a Villainess) (Smut content 18+)

Mary's Sleepover with The League

Shiggy x Mary

New Years - Overhaul x Mary

PLF drabble

Mary gave Toga a Taser!

The Feel! T-T

Overhaul x Mary drabble - Nightmare and Passion

Snowy Winter Nights - Mary x Overhaul drabble 🐺🐦‍⬛💜❄️:

Dabi x Mary: "I'm glad that you were born"

Canon x reader (or multiple)

Ex Dabi x reader x Hawks

Part 1 - My World

Part 2 - It's Not Over (Smut content 18+)

Part 3 - Ashes and Feathers (Smut content 18+)

Part 4: Coming Soon!

Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks

💞 Chapter 1 - Ignorance is Bliss

💞 Chapter 2- Unexpected Encounter

💞 Chapter 3 - The Matchmaking Goddess meddles

💞 Chapter 4: New Game. Love Game, Start.

💞 Chapter 5: Dance with Devils and a Red Winged Angel

💞 Chapter 6: The Red String

💞 Chapter 7: Fiction meets Reality

💞 Chapter 8: Fives a crowd?

💞 Chapter 9: Dinner with a yakuza, a birdman, a pyromaniac and decay man; what could happen?

Dabi x reader

💙 Incubus Dabi x Plus Size reader - Tainted Love and Burning Desire (18+ smut)

💙 Part 2 - My Lustful Demon (18+ smut)

💙 Part 3 - Raging flames and healing Ice (18+ smut)

💙 Part 4: Blue Flamed Jealousy (18+ smut)

💙 Part 5: Coming Soon

💙 Birthday smut (2025)

💙 Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

💙 Dabi x fem Dhampir reader: Part 1 - Blood Red Valkyrie (18+ smut)

Hawks x reader

Dance in the Rain - Hawks x reader

A lemony and chocolaty birthday - Single Mom x Hawks

🐦‍⬛ Overhaul x reader 🐦‍⬛

👑 Queen Reader x Courtesan Overhaul ⛓️🐦‍⬛ (18+ smut)

Don't forget to send love to the artist @spectra-phantasma 😍🥰 For this mouthwatering artwork of our beloved yakuza birdman husband, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul! (one on the right!) Inspired this fanfic!

⛓️Part 1 - In Chains

⛓️Part 2 - The Queens One Winged Bird

⛓️Part 3: Coming Soon!

Favorite Hobby! (Self Writing Challenge)

🐦‍⬛ Overhaul x reader - The Raven and The Baker (Overhaul Birthday fanfic 2025) Part 1

🐦‍⬛ God Monsterhaul x fem reader 🐦‍⬛

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

One Piece

Trafalgar Law x Pregnant reader

💛 Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions

💛 Chapter 2 - Somebody call a doctor?

💛 Chapter 3: Heartbeat

💛 Chapter 4: Coming Soon!

Reader x Merman Law

💛 Part 1 - Songstress and The Doctor

💛 Part 2 - Warning

💛 Part 3 - Nest

💛Part 4 - Rest

💛 Part 5 - The Heart Pirates

💛 Part 6 - Doctors Orders

Law x Plus Size Nurse reader

💛 Chapter 1 - Dr Grumpy's got a crush

💛 Chapter 2 - Tender

💛 Chapter 3 - Not so Heartless

💛 Chapter 4 - Traffy

💛 Chapter 5 - Misunderstandings

💛 Chapter 6 - Now or Never

💛 Chapter 7 - War of Hearts

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Damn, I didn't realize I wrote so much last year and this year. XD Whoops

Taglist: @doumadono @fanofflames @spectra-phantasma @fairymama624 @cherry-queens-blog @angelblueflame @lucyblue101 @lura-valentine @redr0sewrites @staitc-rj @slayfics @nakiich @meeludrawz @gamergirl-niffler 

[kyleoreillylover]

Tiffany Stratton x Fem!Reader

Summary: What’s it like dating the Center of the Universe?

A/N: Why does no one write for Tiffany? I love her 😭😭 Here are some headcanons of her, hope you enjoy!

She’s very possessive of you, not in a controlling way but so everyone knows not to persue or mess around with you because you are her girl.

Loves PDA. Not just because it wards off people who try to get with you, but because she loves touching you. Constantly has an arm around your waist, your shoulder, anywhere she can hold. Makes out with you anywhere and everywhere, and doesn’t care who's watching. Why would she? They are irrelevant in her eyes, and if it bothers them that much they can look away.

Brags about you all the time. Aside from herself, of course, you are the best thing to ever happen to NXT in a long time. To her, you were beautiful, talented, kind, and miles better than all other these wannabes in this company. Why wouldn’t she brag about you?

If it isn’t obvious from being the Center of the Universe, she is the passenger and pillow princess in the relationship. Your love language is acts of service, so you loved to take care of her both in and out of the ring, whether that is being the designated driver, massaging her shoulders and running her a bath after each match, and planning cute little getaways whenever Tiffany was really stressed out.

That's not to say she doesn't spoil you either. She spoils THE HELL out of you. Only lets her baby wear the best of the best. Versace, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, you have a bunch of options as long as they are all designer. You feel bad because you don't want her to think you only are with her for her money. But she reassures you she'd never think that, and tells you that gift-giving is one of her love languages and it makes her happy to see you smile over something she got you. It was one of the first times in your relationship that she opened up to you, and your relationship became better because of it. After the talk, you put up less of a fuss about her buying stuff for you, feeling less guilty because you knew how happy it made her. Buys you gifts every week, sometimes it's something she knows you had your eye on or you'd love and is your style, but other times it's something like a new book collection or little trinkets that she knows you would love more than any designer brand. You are the only person she shows her soft side to, and you love that she feels so comfortable with you.

Definitely makes Shawn give you both your own private locker room because in her words, "We're the best wrestlers in NXT and deserve to be treated like stars instead of being in a room full of mouthbreathers and untalented hags."

You are not complaining when she drags you into the room after your promos to do some less than appropriate stuff ;)

But sometimes after a rough match you both just want to hold the other and cuddle for hours until you have to leave the arena.

She gets jealous very easily, and if anyone tries to flirt with you they better run away immediately if she tries to confront them. An angry Tiffany is not one you want to deal with.

Is very protective of you. Does not take anyone hurting you lightly, even if it is a joke. No lowlife trash should even have your name in their mouth. You’ve had to pull her apart from beating the hell out of the other girls after they kept running their mouths.

Loves having spa days with you on your days off and splurging on the best facility and skincare so the both of you can relax after hectic work weeks.

And also loves getting matching mani and pedi’s with you :)

You guys def have matching gear, not just ring gear but during promos too. Tiffany picks out the outfits, you’re just her beautiful model.

You give each other good luck kisses before one of you goes out for a match.

When Tiffany won the NXT Women’s championship, you were the proudest and the loudest one in the arena. You gave her the tightest hug ever, just so freaking proud of her, and the look you gave her made her heart melt. She waited until everyone was done hugging and congratulating her to let herself cry tears of happiness, picking you up and crying into your neck. She had the best thing in her life in her arms, and the second best thing around her waist, and she couldn’t be more happier.

You guys won the NXT Women’s Tag Team championships shortly after, which just made it all the more sweeter. You both were on top, had all the gold, and most importantly, had each other.

Tiffany may be an arrogant rich bratty girl to others, but to you she was the sweetest, softest, attentive and most loving woman you ever met and had the privilege of being with, and you couldn’t feel luckier knowing she was yours every single day.

[agnesthecartoonfreak]

Let me take care of you

John Price x care taker reader

⚠️smut and age gap

(Warning: Be gentle english is not my first language)

Captain Price was on leave from the army ever since he had an accident on one of their missions. A arm and a ankle were broken.

Awful combination.

He could barely walk by himself. He had to use a wheelchair and push it around with his good feet. Despite being able to move around the house. He could not shower, cook or take a bath by himself.

Task force 141 has a division of paramedics that work as caretakers for soldiers who get badly injured.

That's when Y/N was assigned as Price's caretaker.

The first time both of you were introduced, Captain Price was rather curious. How could a sweet thing like you be assigned not only as a caretaker but also as a field paramedic?

After looking at your body >>(way more than he should)<< he realized how athletic you are.

Whenever you give him showers, you would put a gym top, so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. Such a pretty tummy, cute perky breasts, tiny waist and defined abs. Not exactly a six-pack, but it was apparent that you worked out, so you could work as a field nurse.

Soft hands...

When you gave him showers, you would gently wash his head. You had fairy hands.

His showers almost felt like massages on a spa day. She had the habit of using shower oils in his bath. The combination of the shower oils, your soft touches and your sweet small talk almost made him melt. The amount of self-control he had over his body to not get hard on the spot...Some times his big bulge would be impossible to hide. You never made him feel embarrassed by it.

Something tells him that this happends way too many times when she is taking care of other soldiers. A wave of jealousy washed over him.

He would tell himself: "She is a nurse. For god's sake. She has to be tolerant of involuntary body reactions."

Not like that made him feel any better about it. Still, he was always perfect at hiding emotions.

Soft deep voice...

He loves hearing you speak on the phone every morning. The smooth hoarse voice, with a rhythmic swing to it. Almost like a jazz singer.

He asked you before if you ever did singing lessons or voice acting or anything related to it. It was clear she would get a bit flustered about it. So endearing...

Such a pretty face...

That embarrassed/bashful expression would be stuck in his mind every night until he released himself, replaying her smooth voice in his head over and over again...

Sometimes, when the topic of the conversation would end up somehow involving sex.

(Writer's note : I know they should get a room. But I love slowburn)

Her expression would start to get slightly flustered, shy or maybe even interested ?

Price couldn't tell what exactly was going on in her mind... In his mind, however, he would curse every single broken bone in his legs and arm that would not allow him to pin her down and passionately kiss her sweet flushed lips.

John, out of curiosity, would ask her about past boyfriends or romantic relationships

Same god-damn expression. It was driving him mad. He felt like a teenager with out of control hormones.

She would mention how her last partners were a bit sexually egotistic. She never came before...

Price would swallow dry and say:

"A girl like you needs to be treated like a princess love"

The blush... Fucking hell... She would be the death of him.

God, he would be good to you... He would be so good for you... He would not let you move an inch during sex, so he could treat you like his princess. He would buy you all sorts of cute lingerie. Be so soft in bed...

Talking you through while fingering you. Whispering all sorts of dirty ways, he would worship your pretty body.

He would get so pussy drunk while eating you out. Your soft, smooth, deep voice would turn a bit high pitched, making you hide your pretty whimpers. He would gently hold your hand, stopping for a second to say:

" Let me hear you, my love."

Only to keep eating you out like a starving man.

He could feel his bulge grow in his pants just imagining which cute faces you would do for him.

You would always bring him back to reality with a cup of tea and a sweet smile.

He wanted you so bad...

To be continued?

I'm thinking a lot about writting and ilustrating a fanfic

Let me know what you guys think :p