#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!

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Yes, I threw in some spice and a teaser!

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[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 !

Masterlist

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."

[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.

[mxltifxnd0m]

acts of service ~ s. winchester

summary: sam loves doing the little things for you

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

requested: yes/no by: @ohsc for my celebration my angels event! thanks for sending this in blondie!! i had sm fun writing this <33

word count: 916

warnings: none, no use of 'y/n', fluff

a/n: i won't lie, i had severe writer's block when i tried writing this blurb but im glad that i got over it, but apologies for taking so long with this!

please reblog and comment<3 it helps out and i love seeing your feedback on my fics!!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You didn’t notice it at first, but Sam loved to do things for you. Whether it be small gestures or big ones, he did them. At first, before you started to date (to Dean’s relief, he was sick of the two of you pining after each other), Sam would get you coffee/tea (either making it for you perfectly or getting your order right every time), bring your bags inside the motel room when you jokingly complained about your bags being heavy, always jumping at the chance to patch your wounds and being gentle as he could when he did. 

But after you guys started dating and when you moved into the bunker, you began to notice him doing even more little deeds for you. Sam would clean up the dishes if you had cooked for him and Dean, running you a bath if you felt stressed, bringing you breakfast in bed since he always woke up before you, comb his hands through your hair when your head was in his lap during a movie night the two of you would have, and if you fell asleep on the couch in the “Dean Cave,” you always found yourself cuddled up next to Sam in the morning. Hell, he’d even get on his knees to tie up one of your boots if the shoelaces were untied. 

It had finally clicked that one of Sam’s love languages was acts of service after he had surprised you with a “spa day” (Sam had run you a bath and pampered you all day) when he saw how tired you were since you guys had been going on hunts non-stop and you guys finally had a day off for once. You looked at Sam like he hung the moon for you as he washed your hair, and your heart swelled with love for the man that you’re lucky to call yours as his warm hands kneaded at the knots in your shoulders and wrapped his arms around as you fell asleep in the calming bubbled he created in your shared room.

Tonight was no different. Sam was washing up from the meal you had cooked for the three of you, and you leaned on the doorway of the kitchen as you smiled to yourself, watching how his back muscles shifted underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing, having stripped off his flannel in preparation to wash the dishes.

Sam was drying off one of the last dishes when you kicked off from the doorway and made your way to Sam. He was toweling off the last dish as you wrapped your arms around his trim waist, and you hugged him from behind. You could feel him chuckle in amusement as he put down the dish on the rack near the sink. 

Your grip was loose enough that he was able to turn around in your hold, and a soft smile was on his face as he looked down at you, mirth glittering in his hazel eyes.

You mirrored his smile. “Thank you.” You said as you unwrapped your arms from his waist to rest your hands on his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome,” Sam said, his smile turning into a confused one. He tilted his head slightly, making him resemble a puppy, his hair falling with the movement. 

“But what for exactly?” Sam moved his damp hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you in his body.

“Just for being the best boyfriend.” You told him as you shrugged. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you in response. 

“What? Can I not complement my incredibly thoughtful, sweet, kind, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend?” You had a shit-eating grin on your face as you saw Sam’s face flush with heat, a bashful smile on his lips. 

Sam leaned forward and drew into a sweet kiss that you melted into. One of his hands left your waist to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly, his lips moving against yours slowly, drawing it out as it filled your chest with warmth.

Sam started to walk you backward as the kiss grew more passionate until your back hit the wood of the kitchen table, his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips. You gave him entrance, and a soft moan left the back of your throat as he tasted you. 

You broke away from the kiss, unfortunately needing to take a breath. You looked at Sam’s slightly swollen pink lips before trailing up to his blown-out eyes. The hazel of his eyes was practically nonexistent, considering how dilated his pupil was.

The two of you smiled at each other, staring at each other for a moment before you leaned forward and left a lingering kiss on Sam’s lips. Sam kept this kiss soft, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek before pulling away and trailing a kiss on your opposite cheek and then your forehead. 

When he pulled away, Sam had a gentle smile on his face as he studied your blissed-out features. Your eyes were lidded as you looked at him with a love-filled gaze.  

Sam rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispered, Sam’s lips grazing yours as he spoke. 

You smiled. “I love you too, honey.” 

The two of you stayed in the kitchen, fitted against each other like puzzle pieces, and you found solace in the silence that settled between you and Sam, breathing in each other's scents, which you knew to be home. 

[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!

[tainted-heartz]

Hello, hi! I love your writing! Would you be okay with writing Wally with a reader who has a hard time taking care of themselves but tries to hide it so no one fusses over them? Forgetting to eat, drink, not getting enough sleep, not being motivated to shower, etc. and he notices and tries to help? Sorry if this is strange, I've just been struggling lately and he's a massive source of comfort at the moment.

| oh no this isn't strange at all anon! I understand the struggle of having a hard time taking care of yourself but I hope this brings you some comfort!<3 |

- wally notices before anyone else does most likely , your change in behavior is a big part to him. he cares for you so of course he'd notice your patterns and even your schedule.

- he confronts you about it in a very gentle way , it was one night where you hadn't touched a bit of the dinner he made you so he finally spoke up. “ dearest , you can tell me about anything you know? I'm always going to be here to help you if you need it. ” despite you denying it he knew how to help.

- his first small step is to make small meals for you throughout the day or somewhat stay on a schedule. he always knows your favorite foods and drinks. wally won't force you to drink or eat anything but does light encouragement for you to do so.

- if you end up staying up late he'll pull you to bed with zero questions asked. he just let's you hold him till you start getting drowsy or ends up letting you rest your head on his chest while he rubs circles onto your back in an attempt to make you tired.

- if he sees you don't take a shower on the days you say you do he does his gentle encouraging to pull you away from what you're doing. he offers to help you wash your hair if you take a bath instead(he's respectful and wouldn't do anything else besides help you wash your hair in the first place-). hell he even goes as far as to make it like a little spa day to make it more entertaining.

- he does just about everything to make sure you slowly gain your motivation back over time but yet again he won't rush you. he'll be slow with you.

[sanjisluvbot]

Spending time with Yandere Strawhats x Black Fem reader

AN: Hello and welcome new readers, this is slightly a part three to my Isekai series and as I publish this I am thinking about creating separate fics for each of the characters below. If you want to be on a tag list I’ll add you 🫶🏽🫵🏽

MINI SPOILERS BTW

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Luffy was the main source of light for your adventure. You hung out with him mostly in the middle of the day when the sun was at its peak. Other times it’s at the end of the day just before Sanji calls you in for the last meal. Those are your favorites, words don’t need to be spoken when you and Luffy are sitting on the head of the Sunny. At least not the words either of you want to hear at the moment. So you both sit in silence enjoying the false sense of bliss.

Luffy sits next to you in all meals, since you’re the favorite, he wouldn’t dare steal food from you.. most of the time of course. The first mate will always be to the other side of you as well neither taking their gaze off of you as if you were nothing but prey.

When you’re all on islands only few are assigned to take care of you and watch you. Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sanji and Jimbei, the rest couldn’t be trusted to not fall for you in their naivety.

When you were able to go adventure with Luffy you had more of a chance to escape when he was distracted by surroundings. However that didn’t last long, it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He would know exactly where you were hiding no matter what.

You got better at hiding behind a fake smile the more you hung out with Luffy. It was never a pretty sight with any of the crew when you angered them by mentioning your “ home”

Luffy would usually ignore you when you’d talk about home, he didn’t care about the past he just wanted to enjoy the present with all his friends. But those times you got under his skin he made your life a living hell.

Zoro wasn’t one to really welcome most with open arms especially with the way you ended up with the crew.

Zoro was one who put you in edge the most because even having one eye shut the man’s gaze makes one fully understand that if he wanted to he would end your life.

However that barley lasted a full week, after he found out you both had a love for drinking he made it a mission to get under your skin in the best ways he could. Always checking up on you, rescuing you when you’re in danger, wanting to play drinking games after dinner, and napping on the deck with him on warm days.

On new islands you would go pair off with Zoro, in order to fall into the shadows and disappear from the strawhat crew forever. However, Zoro was resilient, he always held your hand and never took that menacing eye away for more than a second.

You’ve tried to reason with him once when you both were drunk off your asses in the aquarium. “ I want to ask you something.. Zoro” with a heavy sigh he turned to face you from his spot on the floor. “ Why do you like to bother me when we are like this? You’re gonna ruin a good time”

His gaze was so intense making you gulp and turn away while his eye burned into your skull. It’s very unfortunate that this man is so attractive. “ I know it’s a lot to ask but-” “ Then don’t ask me I don’t have an answer to satisfy you y/n” you could tell when he was really inebriated, his hard exterior was down and he spoke to you with such a soft voice.

You and Nami spent most of your time together in her office. You liked to write and paint and she had tons of paper and ink.

Tanning on the Sunny was an essential it felt like you had a real girlfriend, you did your spa days together and talked about anything to come to mind. Sharing baths always made you blush since she would take the time to pamper you and scrub your scalp when it was wash day.

Nami had always been a great actor, that’s how she was able to survive those many years alone and ostracized from her family and friends. Bringing up home around her means waterworks.

It also means being punished by the whole crew because she told everyone you were thinking of an escape.

She loved taking you shopping, you were her little doll she wanted to dress up and take care of. She didn’t want to loose anyone else close to her which is exactly why she would go as far as getting you punished for a few days in order to make sure you can stay with her forever.

Ussop was the one you could relate to the most. You both were very similar in terms of being considered the weakest onboard and among other things.

Spending time with Ussop meant sometimes spending time with Chopper and Luffy playing games and pranks on crew members.

You learned about his garden and eventually started helping him take care of that. He spoke in depth about what he learned over the last two years and how his new seeds worked.

He turned you into a little inventor, bringing you under his wing and you were willing to learn anything and everything. You almost felt bad knowing the real reason you wanted to learn from him.

Sanji was enamored with you to the fullest extent. He is usually head over heels for anything that walks his way with boobs but you, you sparked something in him.

Spending time with Sanji meant you didn’t have to lift a finger because he waited on you hand and foot.

Sanji loved to have you perched on his side when he was cooking so you can taste everything and stroke his ego. He was such a charmer and you both got along so well since it was obvious you both had a soft spot for one another.

One islands like water seven you would pair off with him and go and explore the city and help him buy groceries. This is one of the main reasons out of all the Yandere Strawhats Sanji is the most obsessed. To him, those times were dates and godforbid something happened to you or you decided to leave him he would spiral.

When you used to talk about going home or one of the other crew members would tell him about things you been doing ( escape attempts ) he would get so angry his eyebrow going from left to right. This would cause Zoro and him to fight more often due to him wanting to take his anger out on anything.

Robin was the main one to keep you on your toes. Her eyes always let you know when to stop talking.

Spending time with Robin meant you were able to read a variety of books and inhaling knowledge just as she does. When you looked at books that resembles your situation she was always over your shoulder or had an eye pop up somewhere on your body.

“ Interesting book there y/n would you let me read it when your done?” Her smile never fully reached her eyes on most occasions which always left you drenched in a cold sweat because you knew.

You knew that escaping with someone like Robin on the crew was more than difficult, but you pushed that past you when you hung out. Sanji would bring tea and treats to the library and there would be soft music playing in the background.

Robin was serenity when you ignored the silent threats.

Spending time with the whole crew was usually meal times or when you had important business on an island.

Everyone bounced off each others conversations they truly stuck together like glue which is the main reason you’ve been with them so long.

No matter what the conversations always gravitated towards you. Each sharing their stories of time you spent together or future plans they had with you. Some of which you hadn’t even agreed to ( yet ).

It is hard to escape from a crew that you already ran away from once, they’d be damned if they let it happen twice.

[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

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

what would u say your Angel Dust enjoys?

My Angel Dust.🕷️👠

Drag(would def watch a Hell’s equivalent of RuPaul’s Drag Race) Pink & purple, cool pinks, shopping, buy 2 get 1 free sales for shoes 👠, casual comfy clothes, Reading(Magazines, stuff like VOGUE), Pentagram City in the night, the Lust & Gluttony Rings, adult jokes, dark comedy(with some exceptions/dislikes such as animal violence & SA), pranks, April Fools(his B-day), hanging in bars & clubs, partying with Cherri, cocktails(especially prepared by Husk), watching Sir P & Baxters science stuff go crazy, really anything with alcohol, playing cards, playing pool, playing darts, Husk’s magic tricks, dancing & singing, pasta 🍝,fondue, fruits, fruity cocktails 🍹, pink lemonade, fruit desserts, raspberries, cooking 🥘, Alastor’s cooking(he cooks well he can’t deny) coffee(cappuccino fan), French-press, dark chocolate, cooking shows, fashion shows, comedy shows, trashy reality TV, stuff like SNL, 1940’s films, musicals(his fav would be Chicago), theatre shows, makeovers, getting mani-pedis, nail art, salon treatments, DIY spa treatments, self-care days, hot tubs, bubble baths, bath bombs, getting nice fan mail, some of his bigger more artsy films, when Val’s in a good mood, purple & pink flowers, chilling with his coworkers, helping his coworkers with their makeup & outfits, days off sleeping in, brunching, doing Charlie’s lil stories(she tried an 80’s style drug PSA that left Angel laughing & pass out 🤣), learning self-defense tips from Vaga, beaches, animals, sea creatures, aquariums, Fat Nuggets, dressing up Fat Nuggets & taking pics/selfies with him(Nifftys def made some cute matching looks for Nuggets), playing games like candy crush & angry birds on his phone, POP music(def a fan of Verosika Mayday’s stuff), swing, big band & jazz, also was a huge fan of Lilith’s songs, roller skating, getting in occasional scraps, bar fights, when he’s able to feel better without drugs & getting to make his own decisions and choices.

What do u guys think? Anything else u see Angel like? I’d love to know💖

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

@the-masterless-press hi EJ! i was your secret swap partner for the @fallenlondonficswap this year! I hope you enjoy the fic!!

Griz's Day Off Pairing: Virginia and The Efficient Commissioner (can be read as a ship, or just teasing)

Word Count: 1,903 Summary: Griz is invited out to one of Virginia's spas along the Railway, and has a nice day before winter sets in.

The train rattled along its journey, wreaking hell on the Effecient Commissioner’s already sore body. A particularly brutal shake caused her to wince. Honestly, how did this thing not derail between every station? Another jolt, and a shock of pain went right to her hip. The seats were in desperate need of improvement. Perhaps that would be something to bring up at the next meeting. Griselda rubbed at her freshly-pained joint through her woolen suit. Thank the False-Stars that the trip to Ealing was so short , she thought with a sigh. Else not, she might not have the leg strength to get back off the blasted train. 

With Hallowmas done and past, the weather change was beginning to take its annual toll on her body. She felt its frosty grip more and more each year. Winter, even in the Neath, especially in the Neath, was cruel and unkind to her. Increasingly frequently she would wake up painfully aware of each of her joints and old injuries. Stiffness pierced her like a preserved bug, and held her unable to move how she pleased. Efficient as she was, even she could be slowed down by the cold and pain, and what a terrible time to be slowed down it was! Winter was always the busiest for her. Lacre, Tragedies, and contingencies consumed every waking thought that was not devoted to her pain. Another sigh escaped her. This was likely to be her last day off until the next Feast of the Exceptional Rose. She dreaded the mounds of paperwork she knew she would face in the coming season most of all. Yet she did it anyway, to keep London safe as well as she could.

The train rolled to its stop, and forced Griz from her thoughts. She grabbed her travel bag and headed out to the station, glad to be on steady ground. Her knees creaked in sympathy, and she was reminded of an abandoned house. 

Among the station’s crowd, a Deviless in a red pillbox was waiting.

“Hello, Virginia,” Griz said.

“Hello, Griz,” the Deviless greeted. “It’s nice to see you accepted my offer.”

The Commissioner was always wary of Hell, for it and London had an uneasy shared history, and their legal system was near unnavigable for even her. Virginia herself was a unique matter. Deeply entrenched in the politics of both Hell and London, and a large and unignorable contributor to the Great Hellbound Railway. It couldn’t have existed without her, at least not in its present state. Griz attributed a fair few of her migraines over the years to this Deviless in particular. Yet here she was now, inviting Griz to the spa she ran here in Ealing for a relaxing day. Wary as she was, the idea was all too appealing for the Commissioner to turn down. The two walked side by side on their way to the bathhouse.

The spa was only a short distance, though the journey was stretched by Griz’s slower pace. Virginia said nothing however, and Griz found herself wondering how much the cold affected a Devil. Perhaps the slowness was for both of their benefit. 

When they arrived, Griz was shown to a changing room, which mercifully had a chair. She was able to change into her bathing suit, and swapped her walking boots out for slippers. A working Devil came to take her bag and clothes soon, and she left the changing room. Virginia had also taken the time to get changed it seemed, for she had exchanged her formal attire for her own swimsuit. It was a thoroughly infernal cut, so tight that Griz was shocked Virginia could move without popping open a seam. The tailors they must have in Hell!

She approached Griz with a smile, and hooked a warm arm around one of Griz’s own. “Deviless I may be, running a spa such as mine is more useful for me than being treated in it.”

“But?”

“But,” she continued, leading Griz down a hall. “Even warm waters can be a boon, Deviless or no.”

Griz laughed, caught off-guard. Her laughter turned to more wincing when something in her ribcage shifted.

Virginia offered her a look of sympathy, or maybe pity. “Besides, I find little point in allowing aches to set in if I’m already paying the heating bills.”

“This conversation feels a little pointed,” Griz chided.

“Your joints had more to say than you did last meeting, Griselda . I caught the Minutes-Taker attempting to transcribe the argument between your spine and your knees.”

Griz flushed bright red. “He did not! I read those minutes thrice over, and there was scarce mention of my joints, thank you .”

She snickered. “He was doing a rather poor job of it.” She opened a door before Griz could get in another word. Faintly sulphuric steam billowed out. “And that right there is the other reason. You rarely take a break from your work, and even when you’re away from the Bazaar you don’t stop. Do you know the effect that has on one’s soul?”

“Seeing as I’m not a Devil, I don’t, actually. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“No.”

Griz groaned. Virginia smirked.

“Come this was, I assure you that we’ll get it fixed.”

Griz huffed, but followed her through the door anyways. “And how do I know that it needs to be ‘fixed’?”

“Seeing as you’re not a Devil, you’ll just have to take my word.”

“Ah, because that’s exactly what I want to do. You’re even worse outside of the boardroom, did you know?”

Virginia laughed again, and Griz found herself joining in. For as little as she’d ever care to admit it, this sort of petty banter was fun. So much of her work was serious arguments and work-arounds and loopholes, that being able to use those skills for joking jabs was an enjoyable turn of events. 

“Ah, just one moment,” Virginia said, her laughter ending abruptly.

Griz watched as she untwined their arms, and walked over to another of her workers. She seemed to be giving the Devil instructions. Griz took the opportunity to look around the room.

It was a touch difficult to make things out given all the steam, and the low lighting of course, but it wasn’t foggy enough that she felt like she couldn’t navigate. The room seemed to be unoccupied save for her, Virginia, and a few workers. No one else was here for a treatment, then? Perhaps they were just in other rooms. The spa itself was a mostly circular pool, a few feet in diameter, with a set of stone steps leading down into it, and a wooden railing. The pool was deep enough to soak in, but neither deep or wide enough to make swimming a viable option. She guessed that it was likely a natural spring, which the bathouse had been built around, with a few modifications. Though Griz had only been standing for a few minutes, already the steam had begun to warm her body from the cold’s biting chill. Her knees had begun to complain again though.

Just as she had noticed this, Virginia had re-appeared at her side, and the worker she had been talking to was nowhere in sight.

“Are you going to stand there the whole time?” the Deviless teased.

“Well, I wasn’t certain if you needed to treat the water first, and I thought you had wanted me to stay here so-”

“So you need orders .”

The Commissioner's face flushed for an entirely different reason. 

“Hah!” she laughed. “Well come on then, get in the water. That is where most of the benefits come from, you know.”

Griz huffed. “I do know.” Still, she padded over to the waters, careful to remove her slippers before stepping in. 

The water was so warm it was nearly a shock. Oh , how good it felt though. Griz lowered herself in the water almost too quickly, eager for the relief. Virginia followed shortly behind her. She found somewhere comfortable in the pool and settled in, Virginia taking a seat nearby. 

The relief on her smaller joints was near immediate. Those which chilled first, also thawed first. The water coaxed them back malleability again with its wet heat. Griz took the time to stretch and roll her wrists, to open and close her palms, enjoying how quickly her aches had dissolved. Her tendons too seemed looser and more relaxed. All of the writing her job demanded has taken quite the toll on her hands over the years, and though this did not undo it, for one blissful moment it seemed to have wiped away decades of use. She sighed with pleasure. Yes, her daytrip was worth it for her hands alone. Besides, her feet no longer hurt from the walking either.

Griz knew how much she was being pampered when the worker came back to present her and Virginia with large wine glasses. She accepted hers with pleasure, and took a tentative taste. She was surprised to find it tasting of genuine grapes. Griz would take care to enjoy this then. 

“So,” the Deviless began. “Anything that you needed to get off of your chest?”

Griz snorted. “You’re well aware I can’t talk about the Bazaar to people like you.”

Virginia raised an eyebrow over her glass of sherry. “I never said anything about the Bazaar. You could talk about anything really.”

“Hm, yes I suppose that one’s on me isn’t it?” Griz paused to straighten her posture. She felt things shift pleasingly back to where they were meant to be. The water had taken on a softer quality now, which she had not noticed initially. The knots in her shoulders unspooled as she sat, thinking. The heat had started to permeate deeper now that she had been soaking in it. It sank down to her very core in the very best way. “Well, I suppose… There was quite an incident with paperwork over this summer.” Griz chose her complaint carefully. Something that had genuinely bothered her, yet nothing that would cause diplomatic complications if she said too many details.

“Oh, yes, paperwork incidents tend to be quite the worst of things, don’t they?”

Griz chuckled. “I can’t imagine what you have to deal with.”

“Oh, you’d never believe the stories I could tell!”

Thus, they had found their conversation. Mutual complaining about legal systems and incompetent interns. As Griz let out her mental frustrations, she felt her body relax too. Tension slowly melted away in the spa. Her hips, knees, spine, all of it ceased its complaining. She was content to savour the euphoric feeling. At one point, she became convinced that such looseness could only be rivaled by a puppet, cut from its strings. Groans and creaks became happy sighs and light laughter. Her body no longer seemed so heavy, physically and emotionally. 

The water seemed to have an effect on Virginia as well, for at one point Griz became aware of a contented-sounding hum, coming, inexplicably, from her companion. It continued even while she talked.

Griz was very glad she had taken a day off. There was nothing better she could think of than to continue enjoying this moment of luxury. She even got to complain about her coworkers, and wasn’t that nice? Both winter's painful bite, and her Tragedy-based worries were kept at bay, and she could truly relax, at least for a little while.

[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]

Who's ready for a sneak peak on my "Bath and Spa Day from Hell - Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi and Mary crack fic?"

------- sneak peak ---------

Both Villains knew Overhaul's reputation.

They knew the pompous, picky, clean freak was overly particular around people. Limited. Closed off and paranoid. Antisocial and the biggest, nastiest critic, blunt, huffy and puffy, get his feathers into a tizzy while grabbing the spray bottle of whatever cleaning products to spray over the obvious clean spot for the one-thousandth time!

People who he let get close to him and his wife, his closest members of the eight bullets were the exception. The nutjobs who practically worshiped the ground he walked on as if he was their god.

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 about constantly 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.

After dinner Mary suggested that they all share a bed together.

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

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 foot 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.

----- end of sneak peak --------

@fanofflames @slayfics @staitc-rj @nikki152006 @chainslobber @s-k-3-l-l-y @angelblueflame

[mydahliarose]

Love in the strawberry milk bath🪽🃏🔞

Pairings: niiri x Michael/miiri

Tags: male lactation, urethra insertion, motorboating, MINORS DNI!🔞

Fandoms: what in hell is bad?

Synopsis: although due to there circumstances they could never be fully intimate with one another. however in a spa day of relaxing in a milk bath together niiri found other ways to satisfy her angel lover.

Lukewarm water filled the rich tub halfway to the top. The temperature of the bathroom reaches the perfect warmth of relaxation, soothing both the couple's mood into a peaceful one.

When it came to self care, Michael was always strict about it, and especially when it came to his hair. Today he wanted a milk bath made from the clouds, he often collects them for his spa day besides feeding them to his little cloud dogs minions.

Milk baths have perfect benefits for the skin it can exfoliate and brighten your skin, perfect for a beautiful angel like himself to lavish himself in. But even more beautiful is that he would share this with niiri. A doll is the most perfect beauty of all so why not spoil her with this sweet treat as well?.

Michael pours the jar of cloud milk onto the warm water. the effects create a creamy condensed liquid, there was a hint of sugar if your nose got close to it.

Niiri got extra and added a few drops of honey for that exfoliating effect for his skin, add that with pink food dye and wala.

" I hope you like strawberries~" she winked, oh for sure he would look radiant once his outta here, in fact he would glow brighter than any star with these ingredients submerged in and smell delicious all together she thought to herself.

" Its my favorite dairy flavor infact." He walks over to lightly squish her cheeks. " You know me so well my psychic~". He begins removing his robe slowly it slithers down his body, his porcelain skin in full center now along with his chastity belt.

Niiri had to blink many times to not loose her composure, but her rapid heartrate might be her demise.

" Whew! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" She fans herself, face fully red that Michael couldn't help but chuckle.

" Careful niiri perhaps all this time I'm an incubus in disguise~." The unexpected tease made niiri cough then she played along. " abaddon demon a knew it!." Both begin laughing already having a good spa day.

" Alright alright niiri cmon remove that fabric and come submerge with me, i do so want to feel those arms embraced with me..." There was a hint of sultry in his sentence. " God he was good. In his command she did as she was told, her ball jointed body parts now in full view for Michael to see.

She pointe feet the surface water before dipping them all the way in. Michael submerges from the front, sighing of the light steam of the bath, stretching his legs out to in a v position to not feel cramped in. " Ahhhh~ this feels good..." Leaning his body to lay against her chest, he turns his head slightly awaiting his deserved head massages. " Tell me I'm a good boy..." With a purring tone how could she resist? Her delicate porcelain hand makes their way to his luchious raven locks. pouring a small amount of the condensed milk, pink liquid dripping down glistening his hair ever more brighter. The other hand slithered around his muscular chest wanting to be held like he said earlier, now he was completely spoiled by his demonic lover. " Your such a good boy~". She digs her long nails onto his scalp, every combing made him shiver down his spine including his wing. " So good in fact that you must always be rewarded like for this instant~." She traced a strand of hair on her finger, twerling his locks around it before moving it up her lips kissing it. " If only i could reward you in a way that would connect us in a much deeper level of our relationship..." She knew where this conversation was going, she hoped this wouldnt bring down the mood.

" i know love..." The hand that held his chest was brought to his lips for a gentle kiss of reassurance. regardless of the chastity belt situation being together laughing, teasing, and helping each other in their lowest moments where enough for him and her an emotional bond was always the strongest. But that never did stop them from having such intimate thoughts about each other in bed. " I assure you that your kindness for me has helped bring our relationship to a far greater path than ever and continues doing so everyday." He smiles, cupping her face while hes still facing foward. " So dont feel that without sex it's the end of the world ok? But perhaps one day maybe there will be a miracle of sorts..." For the divine and sin to connect as one is surriel.perhaps long ago if Michael hadn't met her hed do everything in his power to keep his purity locked for eternity and only for god to see, but then all that changed when he did met her, now he wants to know a feeling hes long craved. To be touched by the one he loves. " Angelica...that means alot, thank you..." In a blink till you miss it moment niiri was suddenly strikin by the pink milk on her face, caused by Michaels playfullness. " No more sadness or else ill start crying in both eyes we dont want that now do we?" She couldnt help but giggle. " Yeah yeah your right! But do that again or no more good boy for you!". Michael made a dramatic gasp of horror. " Your going to kill me with a broken heart! Ooooh~ then ill need doctor niiri to cure me back to health~". Without a warning Michael was suddenly pushed down, entirely submerged now head to toe then brought back up. " You said yourself no more sadness!" She pouts. " How was that sad?!". He began coughing violently from the amount of milk that passed through his throat. " You said id kill you! That makes me sad!" Oh now he gets it. " Fine you got me there dolly i apologize."

He returns to his original position, shifting himself to get comfortable as niiris arms fully embrace him now, head resting against his as she hums to him. "Apology accepted Angelica~" smile. The smell of honey and sugar was now ever more evident after Michael was pushed down. His auroma completely changed to a sweet dessert one that you cant get enough of. But most notably his skin was glistening into a full milky glow that was radiating bright under the sunlight that was coming from the top of there window view. When niiri moved around her arms he certainly felt slippery, however when she decided to take a peek down his milky body her face flushed red. His beautiful bare chests looked unbelievably etheral with the beam of the sun, she dosent know if its her mind playing tricks or not but she could have sworn she saw sparkles forming around in every light. But something else caught her attention, something that made her swallow her own saliva. A tiny droplet of diary began to trail down from his pretty pink nipple. now she would just wipe it with her hand and the end but then her thought wondered into a territory that had never pondered to. "...c-can angels...lactate?." What a stupid question she thought. If demons have the ability to make anything happen whats to say that applies to angels as well? She wasn't those demons that went through angel hood originally so shed never know. Well she would know now since unfortunately for niiri Michael heard her lewd mumbling. ".... come again?."

He opened one eye to look up. Oh dear, the embarrassment she felt right now. Too bad with no matter how much shed try to evade the question he was already onto her. " Uhhh...w-well first of i ment it as research purposes yeah!..so *do you?*..." She eagerly waited for his answer. "....well of course, after all any beings are capable of it, not just demons and angels. Anything is possible with us including you." He cocks down an eyebrow, still very much eyeing her. He felt there was something more to her than what she was leading onto besides such knowledge. Could she be indicating?....oh my. " Niiri...be honest with me, you where thinking about wanting a taste of me didnt you?". When she bite her lip trying to avoid eye contact that was all he needed to know. "Niiri out with it." Finger snapping to bring her back to his attention. " F-fine! Ok yeah i thought about it! I couldn't help it! When i saw how deliciously it dripped down there my mind went into a place i hadn't thought before..." Shes thought about making love to him top and bottom but never milking him until now. " If its to much i get it...i wont bring it up ever a-" . She was stopped abruptly when Michael said something she didnt expect him to say. " You can have some if youd like." He turns his entire body now, crossing his arms to rest on his chin looking like a siren entrancing somone. Now niiiri's mind raced with so many thoughts in her head that she lost her own signal to stay normal. " A-am i dreaming right now?". Michael placed a hand in her forhead almost like checking her temperature. " Nope, this is certainly very real my doll,". He sensually leans forward to her lips to kiss, it was sweeter than anything shes tasted before."so whats it going to be?". Sweet merciful roses hes worse than an incubu. And niiri thought she was the tempting one in the relationship. " Mmm...perhaps i am rather curious if it tastes just as yummy as this bath~"

And thus her inner minx began to slowly began to make way. A satisfied smirk made its way onto his lips. " Only one way to find out~". He scooted her over to switch positions. He properly adjusted himself to lay but not to low, he brought his beloved doll to his chest. Now she had a perfectly good front and center view of his well built body. " Woah..is it me or have theyve gotten bigger?" Michael couldnt help but chuckle ." Oh niiri your to cute." He swallows up her praise feeling prideful of himself. He caresses her hair before moving her close to his nipple, encouraging her to lavish in his flavor. " It is the most holiest of all natural production, and its all yours~, so go on." This was really going to happen, she never thought this day would come when they by a miracle be in this level of intimacy. Dear lord where to begin? Face in awe she leaned close to his left nipple. " So pretty.." she said softly before finally her lips touches his most sensitive part of his body. his rosey colored flesh combined with the strawberry dairy was like an aphrodisiac to her tongue. rolling around in a tease as she bops her head back and forth to tug it a bit. His body twitched in the sudden sensation of her mouth teasing him,sending his body in jolts of shockwaves running through through his lustful figure. Sweet honeysuckle moans escaped in Michaels mouth the more she lapped him up in great pleasure. She squeezes his occupied tit while the other gently massaged it, teasing her fingers around there to. Edging him on the sound of his pleasure ran echo in the washroom, althou outside it was only there room but behing that door was the hallways of the exorcists church anyone could walk past and hear his loud sin. Oh god if they caught him in the act what will they think? Would they disgrace him for betraying his title and oath? And yet why is the thought of getting caught in this act so thrilling in a place like this? Oh has the angel gone mad?

Perhaps so now that his imprisoned cock Awakened into the sensation of his lovers admiration. The angels legs began to shift around, uncomfortable that niiri cant do much to build up his belief. Although with her long thin nails that can cut anyone if she wanted to seemed to be a perfect fit to his entrance of the belt. " A-ahh!~ m-my d-doll~ nghh! P-please enter down t-there-A-ahhh~! W-with those b-beautiful n-nails- mmmf! I-i need~ngh! N-need to feel them~ a-ahh~". He said with such desperation in his tone that niiri couldnt help but find him cute in this state of bliss. " Since youve been such a good boy in taking all this pleasure ill reward you with it~." She mumbled while still tugging into him. Not only that but years upon years having your manhood caged up for the sake of devoting to a single entity must be uncomfortable niiri has always felt bad for him in that aspect so shed relieved him in whatever manner she can. The hand that massaged his right chest began to slither down his urethra opening, adjusting her slender sharp nail to dig in his tip. " N-Ngh!." All it took was just the sharp edge to enter in him for his legs to jolt in an embrace wrapped around her waist, once it began to go in deeper his grip became tighter. His thighs where incredibly strong for an angel that represented war how fitting, it aroused niiri so much that it only encouraged her to please him even more. Her nail slide upward and downward, scratching very gently in his sticky walls. all the while she stayed completely concentrated in soring up his glanse to leak out. Not only where his legs bounded around niiri, but so where his arms now crossed around her back bieng squeezed tighter in his embrace now. Both partys began to moan blissfully, one muffled while the other released years of sexual repression through his voice. " Y-your to good~." Tears began flowing from feeling stimulated beyond belief, shaking the more niiri teased his pretty pink walls.

Tongue toying around in a dance of tango, his tit seemed to have begun to finally leak some product out. " Mmmf~ its finally coming out~." Her pacing became increasingly faster. the drooling of her saliva dripped down along with his pre leaked lactation, squeezing his big muscled breast to bring it all out. " N-niiri i-i f-feel-." More beautiful lustrous moans from the heavens escape once he finally began to leak all his white creamy calcium onto her mouth. The doll demon swallowed it euphorically, sweet as vanilla with perhaps almost a sugary feel to it. This was worth every moment, perhaps this bathtub would be even better if it was filled with only his natural lactation instead. Niiri giggled at such a silky thought but one can only hope, shed lick from top to bottom of the bath so that the strawberry condensed milk mixed up with his making the experience even better than it already is. " You are so deliciously sweet my angel~". Now all that was left was to finally release him of all his pent up fluids inside, the hot sticky sperm already building up, touching her tip of the sharp nail as she kept it in. Michael squirmed around with the need to finally let it all out, halo glowing so brightly ever more so after his lactation. "N-niiri!! A-ahh! P-please! I-im g-gonna-." His face was red beyond belief, tears completely dripping down as his tongue nearly sticked out from this once in a life feeling for him. Niiri removed her hand from his chest to cup his face, then moving up to give him a sweet kiss of love. making out with him, lips now covered in his own flavor mixed with the tub of strawberry honey. " You may~." She mumbled in his wet lips as she finally releases herself inside of him. Spurts of hot liquid pooled around the dairy bath now soaked in fluids. This last orgasm flashed his halo so bright that niiri hid in his chest almost motorboating onto him until finally he calmed. "Ahh...ahh...that was... something...".

He took a deep sigh of relief, god he hadn't felt that good in well...ever really. He leaned down to kiss niiri's head while caresssing her in his praise. " Good angel...your my good angel my beloved niiri~.." she blushes at his comment, nuzzling deeper into his chest feeling bashful. " I-i cant believe we did that! I never thought wed connect in such a way until now...". Michael chuckled. " Its all thanks to your little mumbling earlier, otherwise if i hadn't heard it I wouldn't have been so tempting about it~." Niiri smacked his beautiful pecks light heartedly from his slight tease. " And i thought demons where freaky god your worse!". Still bieng buried in his chest suddenly Michael squeezed both his pecks sandwiching niiri into a motorboating session for one last innocent mischievous playfullness. "MMF!" "Perhaps your right dolly, but i trust youll be keeping this naughty side of me a secret hm? Otherwise it would be ashamed if i squished your pretty face if you don't~." Of course he knew she would, but its fun to mess with her like this once in a while. muffled voices could be heard. " MMF! YEAH YEAH YOU SEXY FUCK, YOU KNOW I WON'T JEEZ!." part of her didnt try to break free from his grasp but rather she seemed to enjoy being smothered by his tits quite alot. " You promise?" He smirked down. " Yes yes! You know i never break a promise we make especially when we did something like that!." He pushed them together squeezing her further. " Forever and ever?". At this point she might as well not breathe. " YES YES!". the angelic bastard pondered for a bit and then finally he released her. " Ahh look at you... Your so red like an apple i could just eat you up~." Michael leaned in to kiss her cheek then looks at her with his innocent smile. "...hehehe you learned from the best i see~." Now that Michaels gotten used to teasing her back the way she always did to him. Shes never felt even more equal to him. " Your right, i did~. Be prepared for more dolly~."

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