#he wants to draw her a bath and pamper her

[yunarise]

@basbousah didn't like but gets a starter anyway | Zhongli for Ningguang

The past week hasn't been kind to the esteemed tianqan. Zhongli himself may act only as a consultant and advisor, but even he found the sudden increase in workload rather oppressive. Now that - at last - the final meeting has been adjourned, Zhongli's first instinct is to approach the gem of his heart and brush an errant strand of hair from her face. It is a beautiful face, but Zhongli sees the stresses and lack of sleep concealed behind the make-up, masterfully applied though it is.

Zhongli finds his hand lingering without conscious thought, then embraces his heart's desire and cups her cheek into his palm. He gently brushes the skin beneath her eye, speaking softly, "Will you allow me to take care of you, beloved?"

[hazbn-oneshots]

Bathtime Headcanons

Just a few headcanons for sharing a bubble bath with the main characters. Enjoy!

Charlie:

oddly enough Charlie doesn’t partake in full baths as much as she favors showers.

She’s busy dealing with the hotel and along with ruling as the Princess of Hell so she much prefers a quick warm spray.

On the occasion, however, she finds herself tired enough that you might just be able to convince her to indulge with you. 

You make a point of dredging up any kind of bubble bath, bath bomb, lotion, anything you can find to ensure that you can provide the best bubble bath possible.

Music plays softly over a small speaker, but it’s drowned out the hushed whispers of words of love as you meticulously wash and condition her hair.

Conditioning is your favorite step. Charlie didn’t need it often as her hair somehow stayed so silky, so every now and then when you got to run a soft brush through her hair, twisting it gently to pin atop her head.

She tries to wash you in return but you always push her hand away, insisting on pampering her after a hard day.

Usually ends with you drying her off and carrying her to bed when she inevitably passes out.

Vaggie:

Vaggie loves baths but she’s hard pressed to admit it. Nothing feels better on sore muscles than a nice soak, ideally with lavender. She loves lavender.

The two of you had been dating for about 6 months before she even entertained the idea of going to you with such a request. 

She was too embarrassed to ask.

-in the end, how she broaches the subject is by surprising you one night when you return home. A few candles lined the edge of the bathtub that was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles.

”I just thought it would be nice, you’ve been gone all day” And you know better to react calmly should you risk spooking the flustered angel with the scarlet red face.

She’s the one that drags it out in the end. She’d wrap her arms just a little tighter around your waist and mutter about how the water would stay warm for just a little longer.

Vaggie gives sweet towel hugs.

Alastor:

Listen, Alastor takes pride in his hygiene. He takes the utmost care to keep himself and his dress in immaculate condition. 

He’ll invest in facial creams, hair creams, body creams, oils, lotions, you name it and he’s used it. 

But baths? No. Absolutely not.

You’ve only attempted to convince Alastor to take a bath with you and neither occasion ended particularly well. The radio demon wouldn’t speak to you for a week after the first failed attempt and had all but removed himself from your life with the second so you couldn’t say you were in any hurry for a third.

However, the two of you have come to a happy compromise. Whenever you found yourself in the mood to draw a bath you would sometimes find Alastor pulling a chair up next to the tub with a book tucked under his arm. So would begin a lovely tradition between the both of you.

More than once you’ve found yourself dozing to the soft static of the Alastor’s voice, and in response the demon would lightly tap his cane against the edge of the tub to rouse you.

Don’t fall asleep though, three strikes and he’ll leave you in the tub. No he doesn’t.

Husk:

Not. A. Fan. Considering his entire being consists of fur and feathers, Husk can and will do everything within his power to avoid bathing if he can. Look, it’s just not his idea of a fun night to sit down with a hairdryer and attempt to wring himself out as best he can.

Inevitably he’d miss a spot and end up with stale wet cat smell and no one likes that, especially not our resident grump.

He won’t make a fuss if you want to bathe with him though. What he will do is laugh while patting your shoulder. “I’ll wait for ya in the room”

The more comfortable he gets, however, you’ll start to see that eventually Husk begins to find reasons just to ‘wander’ into the bathroom with you. He misses you, you know it, but it’s still sweet to see him making the excuse of looking for his lucky pair of boxers.

”The water’s always warm darlin”

You better get the blow dryer ready, the only way you can convince him is if you’ll deal with it. You don’t mind though, the purrs are worth it

Angel Dust:

You and Angel take turns picking which bath bombs and bubble baths that you’ll throw into whichever potion you’ll be brewing up tonight.

Bathtime with Angel was always a favorite for you, you couldn’t think of anything better than getting to curl up with your cuddle bug in your arms. Although things never really stay that way for long.

It’s hard not to tease while washing each other. A slip of the hand here, just a little rough touch of loofah there, just a sweet little taste of what could be but the restraint comes easy in the relaxed atmosphere. Just in times like these Angel will be patient enough to wait until you can actually make it to the bed. 

Angel won’t let you wash his hair. You don’t know why he’s so particular about it but if you interrupt his routine of products then his entire night is ruined so you choose the peaceful route and leave the man be. That doesn’t mean he won’t wash your hair for you if you ask though, those four hands of his do wonders at massaging the scalp.

Angel will 10/10 let you towel dry him every single time and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t use it as an opportunity to make a show at bending this way and that, making sure to get every inch of him.

He looks like a fluffy mess afterwards but hey, he’s your fluffy mess.

Requests open!!

[kaydens-agere]

caregiver logan little wade headcanons im actually begging

Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine and Regressing Wade Wilson/Deadpool Headcanons!!

Headcanons below the cut!! Thank you so much for the request, I had sm fun writing these :D This does have a bit of swearing so if you're uncomfortable with that, please proceed with caution or don't read!!

⚔️-Wade was surprisingly open about it with him when they first met, he didn't go into too much detail, but he just kinda said "yeah I regress sometimes when bad shit happens." and left it at that. Logan didn't push it because he knows it can be a sensitive topic (as a secret little himself)

❤️-It first happened with Logan after the party after saving their universe. After everyone left, he ended up dropping from the exhaustion. Logan immediately fell into "dad mode" as Wade likes to call it, pampering him constantly and keeping him safe.

⚔️-Logan was very surprised by Wade's... colourful language while he's little. Logan half expected him to act the complete opposite of how he normally does. But no, he's still Wade. And he still has quite the mouth.

❤️-Logan is extremely gentle while Wade is small, often scooping him up and peppering him with kisses. Wade absolutely loves it, it always sends him into a fit of giggles.

⚔️-Logan has an abundance of nicknames he likes using for Wade. Some of them include bub (obviously), kid/kiddo, baby, his kit, etc. Sometimes he'll call him a little shit, but it's said playfully and Wade knows he's joking (that's nothing compared to the insults that Wade can throw at him).

❤️-Wade starts inviting him to his tea parties. They spend a lot of time on the living room floor with his many tea sets, talking about the latest gossip among Wade's plushies. Al will join in when she's home.

⚔️-Heres how the tea parties normally go: "Mary started yelling at Chrissy the other day." "Oh yeah, bub? Whys that?" "Because Chrissy was cheating on her boyfriend!" "Oh, motherfucker. I knew something was up with her."

❤️-Logan often takes Wade to the park, or just big open areas to run around in, he either starts dragging Logan around with him or forces him to play tag. He has a lot of energy that he needs to get out, and it's hard to do that when he's cramped up in the small apartment. They always take Mary Puppins with them.

⚔️-Sometimes Wade will struggle with his scars when he's small, physically and mentally. Sometimes they'll burn and itch and it's a lot harder to deal with when he's tiny, so all he can do is curl up and cry. However, Logan always seems to know what to do, he'll always run him a nice warm bubble bath to ease the pain. If he's struggling mentally, it's usually him thinking that he's too ugly or scary to be loveable. Once again, Logan is there. This time, he'll offer lots of reassurance, cuddles and kisses all over his scars, which will usually make him feel a bit better.

❤️-Wade is an absolute spoiled brat, and Logan definitely feeds into it, no matter how hard he tries not to. If they're at a toy store, Wade will show him a toy he really likes, and if Logan says no, you best believe that Wade will throw a tantrum until he gets it (He always does. Logan's not proud of it, but he hates seeing his baby cry).

⚔️-Wade calls Logan "Papa" whenever he's small. It shocked him when it first happened, he didn't think he was worthy of that title. Logan definitely did not have to have a cry in the bathroom after that. /s

❤️-Logan can have doubts sometimes about whether he's doing a good enough job or whether he's even worthy enough to be trusted that much by someone. Whenever Wade senses this, he'll draw him a bunch of pictures and give him plenty of kisses and tell him that he's the best papa in the world, which makes Logan feel all warm and fuzzy.

⚔️-Logan rubs his head on Wade's a lot, it's his way of "scenting" him. He wants everyone to know that Wade is his baby, no one else's. It's comforting for Wade as well, he likes the sensation of his papa's fluffy cat hair rubbing against his face.

[bejeweledblondie]

Post-Baby Bath

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: John decides to help his beloved wife out by pampering her while their newborn is settled down for nap time

A/N: incase you can’t tell my baby fever is at a all time high this week

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, surgery, sexual innuendos

Delivering a baby is no easy feat, hell pregnancy alone is no easy feat. You had just delivered your baby boy not even a week ago. While he wasn’t a very fussy baby, taking care of a infant while healing wasn’t easy especially while healing. You had deliver your son your own while John was on FaceTime. The delivery nurse had to console you so you didn’t raise your blood pressure. It was your worst nightmare. So here you sat at home, alone holding your infant son as he nursed on your chest. He was all John, he had his eyes, nose, & thick head of brown hair. You ran a finger across his pink chubby cheeks as his big eyes stared at you.

The sound of the door lightly opening & closing along with the shuffling of combat boots.

“Darling?” John’s thick accent filled the air. He was home, a sigh of relief washed over you. You were no longer alone in taking care of your newborn.

“I’m in here love,” You replied rocking your son. John walked in to the bedroom & removed his combat boots. A small smile started to appear on your face. With your free hand you reached out for him & cupped his right cheek. He sat down on the edge of the bed & looked down at your newborn son.

“Oh darling,” John said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He took a long look at you, the guilt of not being there weighed on his conscious as he took in your appearance. Small bags were under your eyes from exhaustion, your hair was all tangled, & your skin was pale. Then he looked down again at the bundled in your arms. ���He’s beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

“You wanna hold him he’s just about done.” You said as the newborn started to become fussy. He unlatched from your breast & you handed him over to John’s open arms. John’s large frame made the already small baby boy look microscopic. You put your breast away & just admired the scene in front of her. Your son was looking up as his father with amazement. His face wiggled around with different expressions & his chubby little hands reached out for his beard. Tears welled in John’s eyes at the site of his newborn son.

“I am sorry for missing the birth, baby.” John said he as he looked at you, guilt in his eyes. “You must be so tired.”

“I’m not gonna lie I am.” You sighed. “I haven’t showered in two days. I feel so gross.” Your son had fallen asleep in John’s arms by now. “Oh thank God he’ll be asleep for hours.”

“Why don’t I put him down in his bassinet then draw you a nice warm bath.” John suggested. You smiled at him.

“Baby that sounds absolutely wonderful.” You sighed at the thought. John played your baby in the bassinet & then walked into the bathroom. You could hear the water starting to fill up the tub from your place on the bed. John came out of the bathroom & picked you up out of bed. The past few days you moved with the pace of a snail. You were still healing down there & any sudden movement was painful. Your head rested against his chest as he gently carried you into the bathroom. He put you down gently on the bath mat next to the tub. You went to go & remove your shirt you hissed in pain. Breastfeeding is no joke, your whole chest was achy.

John kneeled in front of you & helped remove your shirt. Then he went to remove your sweat pants. Out of embarrassment you didn’t want John to see you with the giant pad in your hospital underwear. Or the fact your stomach wasn’t all the way down.

“Love.” John said softly. “Don’t hide from me.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You just had a baby, & regardless I love you.” He was always so tender with you. “You’re also in pain love, let me help you.”

“Okay.” You softly said. He helped remove your sweatpants. “Let me take these off.” You said as he turned around to give you privacy. You removed the hospital underwear & tapped John to let him know you were ready to be put in the tub. He turned out & smiled at you just taking you all in. He felt so honored that you trusted him with seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He said & lifted you up. Slowly he put you in the warm water. The shock of the water hitting your aching body made a sigh escape your lips. You hadn’t realize how badly you needed this, & how much your body ached. John smiled at you in the tub. He stripped off his uniform & climbed in with you. Your back was rested up again his chest. Lord knew he needed a bath himself from the latest mission.

He wrapped his big burly arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You want me wash your hair lovely?” He asked. You nodded, & he immediately grabbed your shampoo. As soon as his fingers touched your scalp you could’ve fallen asleep right there. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head & you sighed. You could feel the stress from the day melting away the more he massaged the vanilla scent into your hair. He rinsed the shampoo out & put in your conditioner. John always knew your hair routine & he knew your sweet spots. After he rinsed the conditioner out you rested your head on his shoulder.

The two of you just basked in your own glow. John thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever lied eyes on. Your post baby body to him was the most beautiful thing. It represented your strength & ability to give him one of the most beautiful things he had ever lied eyes on. Besides you of course. He had never known how deep his love could go until he laid eyes on you holding your son. Once the two of you finished your bath, you both jumped into your pajamas & checked in your son. While cuddling watching a movie you heard your son fussing in the bassinet.

You picked him up, & John immediately held out his arms to hold your son.

“Let me take care of it love.” He said. “I need to get to know our son, & you need to catch up on sleep.” You passed the infant off of to John & watched his little body lay on his father’s chest. John started to rub small circles on his newborn son’s back & a small smile appeared on the baby’s face. A little bit of drool started to pool on his t-shirt. Your eyelids started to become heavy as you watched John with your son. A peaceful much slumber consumed you, as you basked in the love of your husband & now newborn baby.

[thatacotargirl]

Hiii, I saw your posts about taking requests! (loving Shadows and Surprises btw 👏)

How about a nice fluffy one-shot (take your pick of the bat-boys 😊) where reader wakes up on her cycle with bloody sheets and bad cramps, and she starts apologising about the sheets but she's in a lot of pain, but he immediately takes care of her and pampers her (changes sheets, runs her a bath, gives tea and chocolate, lots of cuddles and kisses, etc)

Ahhh I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much for the request - I hope enjoy!

Inbox is open for requests so please do send any through!

Warnings: blood, vomit, general pain (?)

To the Ends of the Earth

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

It had been a few months since Rhysand had introduced you to his Inner Circle. What started off as a small part-time job working on his accounts and book-keeping turned into a full-time lifestyle. After the first 2 weeks of proving yourself invaluable to him and his Court, Rhys invited you to move into the House of Wind and work alongside him full-time. Your tiny studio apartment with mould, rats, and goodness knows what else inside the walls was not the most luxurious of lifestyles, and you had already grown so attached to the rest of the Inner Circle that you jumped at the opportunity. It also helped that you had developed a teeny tiny crush on the delicious male that was Cassian, so living in the same home as him made life just that little bit sweeter.

Life had, truthfully, never been better.

Yet today, you felt sluggish. Tired. Frustrated. And what made it worse was that you had no reason to feel that way. You had slept well, eaten well, trained that morning - you should be at the peak of your health. But today was finding every possible way to challenge you. After confusing an 8 for a 3 for the third time that afternoon, you threw your pen across the study in complete exasperation. What was going on!

At that moment, the study door cracked on a touch, and the familiar scent of Cassian wafted in.

"Are you ok in here y/n? I heard a bang?". A bang was an understatement considering you had chucked a gigantic book on the floor in your frustration that near shook the House.

"Yes I am fine" you replied through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and look at him. You had tears in your eyes for reasons you could not explain, and you didn't want him to see you like that. Why on earth were you now crying over a 3?!

Cassian walked over to you and gently held your chin, pulling your face to look at him. You breathed in his scent, feeling an instant calm, and took a deep breath. When your eyes met his, Cassian looked at you with concern.

"You look exhausted, y/n, have you been sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes, Cassian, I have been sleeping - I think I'm just having a bad day that's all" you replied, a little too harshly, pulling your eyes away from his so he couldn't see the tears re-forming in response to his gentle worrying. You response made Cassian's concern grow, so he bent down, scooped you off the chair, and carried you out of the study.

"CASSIAN PUT ME DOWN" you shouted, smacking at his shoulders, mindful to avoid his wings.

"Not a chance. You look like you need to sleep, and considering you nearly bit my head off when I asked, I am insisting that you at least humour me with a one hour nap" he retorted, carrying you up the stairs to the second floor. You noticed that you passed your own bedroom door, and had been walked straight into Cassian's. He put you down on his bed and walked over to draw his curtains. You started to protest, but you couldn't deny that his bed was particularly comfy, and his scent had such a calming effect on you that your lids were already getting heavy.

"Sleep", Cassian said, pulling the duvet up to your chin. "I will wake you in an hour".

You wanted to argue back, but you hadn't truly realised how tired you were, and with the warmth, the scent, the darkness, the quiet, you found yourself quickly drifting off for your Cassian-prescribed nap.

-

The door creaked open exactly one hour late, and Cassian froze. He couldn't sense a threat, couldn't see anyone in his room besides you still curled up asleep in his bed, but he could scent blood. He padded over to you, concern lacing his voice as he gentle called your name and shook your shoulder to wake you.

"y/n? It's been an hour, are you ready to get up?" he asked, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. You stirred and slowly leant up on your elbows, peering at him with half-asleep eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but suddenly felt yourself hit with an intense stomach cramp and your mouth watered with nausea. You flew from the bed, pushing Cassian to the side as you headed straight for his bathroom. A few moments later and Cassian was beside you, holding your hair and rubbing your back.

When you had finished, he carefully leaned you back against the edge of the bathtub.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his face etched with worry.

"Better now I think", you replied, "I'm so sorry Cassian I don't know what came over me, maybe I ate something funny, I was feeling a bit off all day before you found me".

"So when I asked if you were ok earlier, you lied" he said, although the corners of his mouth tipped up into a small smile.

"Potentially" was all you could get out, before another wave of pain and nausea took over your body and you crawled back towards the toilet.

"I'm just going to head down and get you a glass of water, ok? Stay here" he ordered, before turning quickly on his heels and heading out.

After you had finished, Cassian still hadn't returned, so you decided to hoist yourself up and get back into his bed, feeling a bit better on the nausea side - although still having some stomach cramps. It was when you reached the side of the bed you had been sleeping on that you looked down and saw the large pool of blood covering the bed sheets. Gazing down, you realised it was not only covering the bed, but also covering you - bright red coating the entire inside seam of your pale blue leggings, almost down to your knees. You shook violently, panic and embarrassment taking over your entire body. You quickly threw Cassian's pillows on the floor and started to tear at the bedding, wanting to get it off and change it as quickly as you could before he could realise, but you had barely got half of the bed sheet off the giant bed before Cassian re-appeared in the doorway.

You turned to face him, a tray in his hands, and crumpled onto the floor. This is exactly what you needed today - the hot General that you have a major crush on has tried to do something nice for you and you have completely put your foot in it and destroyed his bed. Great. Just fab.

"Hey hey" Cassian quickly put the tray on his desk before dropping down to your level. "What's the matter?" he asked. You couldn't even get the words out between your sobs, gesturing blindly at the bed and yourself. You hid your face in your hands, utterly mortified.

Cassian's confusion was so evident that you dared to glance up at him. "Are you ok?" was all he asked. You nodded, then shook your head, then resumed sobbing. He pulled you into his chest and let you continue until your tears turned to small sniffs.

"I guessed when I opened the door" he said quietly, his hands stroking through your hair. "Your mad dash to the toilet was all the confirmation I needed - you almost sent me flying off the bed and, whilst I train you well, you're not normally that strong" he teased.

"I'm so sorry" was all you could get out, head still buried in his chest.

"Nonsense, what is there to be sorry about?" he asked.

"I ruined your bed".

Cassian laughed and helped you both stand up. "I quite literally cause people to bleed for a living. A bit on my bed is hardly cause for concern". He guided you over to the tray he had brought upstairs.

"So, I have got you some peppermint tea to help with the nausea, Rhys gave me a tonic he gives to Feyre to help with the pain - but he said Feyre always complains about how bad it tastes, so there's a lemon drop sweet for after just in case - and I stole a slice of Elain's chocolate cake that was in the fridge because I thought you might like that - oh and some cheese. I'm not sure why, but I thought you might want some, I always think cheese helps make any situation better, but maybe not if you've been sick..."

He was so excited as he showed you all the goodies he had found for you that your embarrassment fell away completely, even though you realised he must have announced your situation to the entire house downstairs. Before you could make any comment, he grasped your shoulders and walked you back to the bathroom, where the House had run you a lavender scented bath.

"Hop in the bath, freshen up, and you can enjoy the cake" he said, with a beam. He handed you a fresh set of pyjamas he had taken from your room and closed the door behind himself to give you some privacy.

After your soak, you changed and headed back into his bedroom. The sheets were fresh, with no sign of your incident, and Cassian was lounging on his side with a book in hand. You noticed that the book you had been reading, a smutty romance recommended by the House, was resting on the other pillow. Cassian must have grabbed it from your room when he got the pyjamas. He smiled at you when you came back and offered you a hand to climb onto the bed next to him.

"You are staying in here tonight, ok?" he said, "I don't want you to be alone and refuse help if you need it, especially since you were so stubborn earlier".

You laughed, quite happy to stay in Cassian's bed. He pulled the tray over to you both and offered you the peppermint tea and a fork for the chocolate cake.

"OH WAIT, take the tonic first!" he said, handing it to you. Feyre was right, it was disgusting. But, it did help the dull ache in your stomach, enough so that you were able to happily enjoy your slice of stolen chocolate cake. You made a mental note to apologise to Elain tomorrow.

After you were quite full and content, and had settled down to read for a while, you felt your eyes getting heavy again. Cassian noticed, and pulled you into him. You revelled in the comfort, enjoying every moment of it - you didn't think you'd ever get another chance to be this close to him and you certainly weren't going to pass it up.

"Sleep", he said "it'll help". He started to read aloud from his book, helping you to ease into a deep, deep sleep. One of the best sleeps of your life.

"Thank you, Cassian, for everything" you mumbled, eyes closed.

"You are welcome, y/n" he replied, pulling you closer to his body.

You were silent then, your body and eyes heavy, your brain slowly quieting and shutting down for the night. You felt Cassian lean down, assuming you had fallen asleep, and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. As sleep called to you, you heard him very quietly whisper into the dark, "I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, y/n".

[kingkatsuki]

— pampered

Just had this silly little thing in my head about going to get manicures with Bakugou.

Warnings: none, fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Bakugou takes care of you.

And as much the media try to portray Dynamight in a less than favourable light, or cast aspersions on him unfairly. No one could deny the amount of love that he held for you.

Fans on internet were your biggest champions, photographs going viral for the way Pro-Hero Dynamight softened the moment he laid eyes on you, or the way he spoke about you during interviews as though you hung the moon and the stars in the sky to protect him from the darkness. Interviewers getting barely two word answers from him until they began to ask about you. Paparazzi pictures of you both together, holding the door open for you or carrying your handbag.

Making the big, mean, gruff Dynamight more human— shushing the critics, and unknowingly boosting his hero ranking.

And you’re lucky enough to be the one that gets to experience it behind closed doors too.

There are certain little things— tokens of his affection, that Bakugou enjoys doing for you. Things like making sure there’s a warm bath waiting for you when you get home from a long, rough day at work. Bringing home your favourite pastries from the bakery you like whenever his patrol route passes it by, sometimes even going out of his way to make it there although he’d never admit it to you. Making sure your AirPods are fully charged before your commute because he knows you always forget to charge them. And paying for you to get your nails done in whatever you can find the time.

His only request for this, as always, is to pick what colour that you get every time you visit. His lips curl into a smirk whenever you send him a photograph of the finished product, or even better— when they’re wrapped around his cock.

But Bakugou’s never once offered to come to the nail salon with you, often dropping you at the door with a kiss and his shiny metal card in hand as he finds something else to do for the time that it takes. Dutifully picking you up when you’re done and taking you home.

So you’re surprised when you find your boyfriend sitting beside you in one of the plush leather chairs as a nail tech files away at one of his hands. This time he’s seated beside you as you show him the selection of colour options in front of you, instead of the usual pictures on your phone. Completely off guard when he pulls out a picture of one of his agency logos on his phone, showing it to the woman doing your nails for her to try and replicate the black base paired with the signature orange cross across his chest.

“I wasn’t even going to get my nails done for another two weeks, you literally just paid for these.” You smiled as she continued to remove the old gel from your nails, soaking them as it gave you time to spin in your chair to watch your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to come with me.” He shrugged, swapping hands when the tech requested.

“So— What do you think?”

“Shits boring,” He scoffed, before his gruff features softened, “But I like doing it with you.”

“Maybe you can come with me more often then,” You grinned, “We can make it like date night.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave it to you, sweetheart.”

“Imagine if the paps could see you now.” You laughed at the thought.

Picturing headlines splashed across all the daily gossip tabloids and news sites like Dynamight — soft hands for a soft heart, Pro-Hero Dynamight protects the hands that protect the city, What really lies beneath the gloves?

“They’d have a fuckin’ field day.”

“We should get matching colours, really give them something to talk about.”

“Piss off—” He sneered, although there was no real malice to his tone.

Bakugou’s manicure and hand massage was done far before your nails were complete, as he waited patiently beside you, a hand gripping your upper thigh as he watched the tech draw the intricate design onto your nails.

“They’re so perfect,” You gleamed as you held them up for him to see, the orange accented with streaks of glitter that made them sparkle as he opened the door for you to leave the salon.

“Now everyone will know that you’re mine.” He

“Like they don’t already.” You laughed as Bakugou opened the passenger door for you, leaning over it to steal a kiss as you took a seat inside.

“Yeah, but now everyone will.”

You’d wondered why Bakugou had been so eager to come with you to get your nails done, especially with the choice in design. Until the man you were in love with bent down on one knee in front of you, pulling out a shiny ring concealed in a black box from his pocket as you said yes.

Smirking in the background of one of your pictures as you held your hand up into the air, the ring now sitting pride of place on your hand while your nails shone in the evening light. Pictures that were certain to go viral by morning—

“I just wanted everything to be perfect like you.”

[danikamariewrites]

can i request elriel x reader, where az is pampered by Elain and reader? Like he sees reader sitting on top of elain and plucking her eyebrows/giving her a face mask or smth, and they invite him. So now reader is putting pink little hairlips in it while elain puts on a sheetmask, then they give him a manicure and massage him bc he has a lot of tension. He’s all relaxed, dressed in a pink robe with a headband on and they think he’s the cutest ever and they coo and literally fall head over heels😭

Pampered

Elriel x reader

A/n: This is my first Elriel fic and I was so happy to write this. In the opinion of ships, I don’t have a one. Personally I want the best for Elain and Gwyn and I just want them to heal. Both my girls have been through so much they deserve peace.

Warnings: none

As Azriel drew closer to the bedroom he heard the sweet sound of you and Elain giggling. It was late for you two to be up, he thought to himself. He loves the two of you dearly, but if the two of you were going to be up all night Azriel would just go sleep in one of the many guest rooms the House of Wind has to offer.

It had been a long, exhausting day. Rhys brought him along on a quick trip to Illyria, then he had a meeting that lasted forever with a few of his spies, and to end the day he spent hours trudging through the underbelly of Hewn city searching for a lead on a potential serial killer who was after poorer residents.

Pushing open the door Az is greeted by the sight of you straddling Elain with tweezers in your hand, both in fluffy pink bathrobes. Small bowls of different snacks sat on a blanket at the end of the bed while the rest of the duvet had different beauty items spread out. Azriel held back his sigh. He just wanted to sleep.

When the two of you finally notice him smiles break out on your face. Scrambling off the bed you and Elain rush over to your mate, throwing your arms around him. “Azriel you’re home!” “We missed you love!” Your eyes meet Elain’s soft brown ones when you both feel how tense he is in your grip. Your smiles turn into concerned frowns as you pull away from him.

Taking in his face you notice how tired he looks. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders droop, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his mighty wings from touching the floor. Elain brings a hand to rest on his cheek. “Az, you look tired. Did you have a long day?” He didn’t feel like talking. All he could muster was a lazy dip of his chin.

“I’m sorry Az. Have you eaten?” He shakes his head. You and Elain look at each other. The same plan forming in your heads. “There are some left overs, I’ll go make you a plate.” You say, quickly leaving the room before Azriel can object. Elain takes one of his rough hands in hers, “And I’ll draw you a bath. We love you Az, but you can’t get in bed smelling like the sewer.” Elain jokes, trying to make him smile.

Pulling him towards the bathroom Elain lets go of his hand. Azriel sinks onto the vanity stool, no longer possessing the strength to stand. He watches with half closed eyes as Elain bustles around the bathroom making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that Az has a soft towel and his robe for when he’s done.

Azriel didn’t even realize Elain was undoing the clasps and ties of his leathers. He undid the clasps under his wings, helping Elain pull his shirt off. Forcing himself to stand Az does the rest and steps into the tub, moaning at the warmth of the water loosening his muscles.

By the time you return Elain is washing between his wings. You shoo her away so she can clean up the bedroom and you can take over. Azriel perks up at the loss of her touch. Relaxing again when he spots you taking her spot. “Relaxed yet?” A tired smile forms on his lips as he shrugs. He finishes washing and finally pays attention to the plate you had been trying to shove at him.

He reaches a dripping hand out to pick at the dish. You pull it away from him and click your tongue. Picking up the piece Az went for you hold it up to his lips. He reluctantly eats it. As you keep feeding him, he relaxes again letting you take care of him.

You notice goosebumps along Azriel’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you out.” After drying him off you help him into his bathrobe, leading him into the bedroom. The snacks and beauty products have been cleared away. Leaving only Elain sitting in the middle.

You have Azriel lay his head in your lap while Elain sits next to him. “You don’t have to do this. Truthfully I just want to go to sleep.” He says softly. “We can’t let you go to sleep tense Az.” “Yeah, just relax and let us take care of you.”

You two work in tandem to pamper Azriel. Elain lotions and massages his hands. Digging her thumbs into his palms, pulling on each of his fingers to work out the stiffness. You oil in his hair, massaging it into his scalp moving down to his temples to get rid of those pesky headaches.

Elain puts a head band on him while you prepare a face mask to soothe his skin. You apply it with a brush and while it drys you rub his shoulders. Wiping it off Elain switches with you to wash and moisturizing his face.

Once you’re finished Azriel is half asleep, his limbs heavy as you try to push him to the middle of the bed. You go to turn off the lights while Elain pulls down the covers. She waits until you’re back in bed to tuck you all in. You each place a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. He lets out a soft hum, mumbling goodnight.

The two of you lay on his chest and he lazily wraps his arms around you. As you drift off to sleep your hand finds Elain’s. She brings your knuckles to her lips placing a lazy kiss on them.

[cloakedsparrow]

The Batpups as Cat-Types

Upon coming to live with Bruce, Dick was like a fairly standard cat. He could alternate between cuddly darling and vindictive gremlin in the blink of an eye. One minute he’s snuggled next to Bruce while he reads the paper, the next, he’s holding eye contact while he pushes an expensive vase off a nearby table. He’ll be happily playing with one of the hundreds of cat-appropriate toys Bruce got him, then Bruce turns his back for five seconds and he’s somehow gotten himself perched atop the molding above the door. On top of this, Bruce had never owned a cat before so he did stupid new cat-owner shit like letting Dick wander around the neighborhood, where he caused tens of thousands of dollars in property damage and nearly got himself killed at least four times a day.

Jason was a loyal and completely domesticated house-cat who got tossed into the streets after his owner died. He adapted well for survival, but once he was brought indoors again, he was more than happy to curl up in a sunny spot and just vibe. He’d endured some trauma, so sudden loud noises or unknown individuals trying to pet him resulted in him hissing and darting under the nearest table or hiding behind the books on the shelves. Around those he trusted, however, he was a sweet, chill cat. Unfortunately, Bruce assumed all cats were gremlins like Dick, and that Jason would have the potential to be even worse due to being on the streets, and so responded as though Jason were a gremlin-cat whenever he did something unexpected. This led to a lot of misunderstandings and resentment.

Everyone assumed Tim was well domesticated due to living in a nice house before coming to them. In reality, he’d been taken away from his mother too soon and left alone in a huge house that he eventually discovered how to come and go from on his own. This meant that he was, in fact, a feral kitten who had just learned not to do certain things in front of people, lest they get angry at him. He did manage to meow and swat at Bruce until the man slept, ate, and bathed like a normal person, so Alfred and Dick didn’t feel too bad about their mistake in insisting Bruce bring the tiny feral beast into the house. He also made friends with a bunch of other feral kittens, so most of his feral shenanigans occurred with them, away from anything resembling responsible supervision.

Cassandra was a stray cat that followed Bruce home one day and then claimed the whole family as hers. She was good with them, but anyone else who tried to touch her (or the boys when it looked like they didn’t want it) pulled away a bleeding limb. Also, the family quickly learned that letting her food bowl go empty would result in her stealing any food left out, even a whole chicken or hamburger. She still caused less damage than Dick, so Bruce didn’t even bat an eye at half the shit she did. He did have to instill some long-forgotten survival instincts in her, though.

Damian was like that kitten in the Aristocats who paints but also hisses and spits and thinks himself a tough alley cat when he’s actually a pampered kitten. No one ever bothers to correct him and just generally ignores his more violent ways…or worse, thinks they’re cute. Tim gets sick of the little shit drawing his blood eventually and starts hissing back and swatting him whenever he tries it. Eventually, he calms down enough to do more painting and hissing than clawing, at least with the family. They call it a win and they all learn to live together.

[propertyofkylar]

The opposite of degradation kink. Like, kylar watched so much bdsm porn/hentai that he thought he had a degradation kink, thus him showing pc his drawings of her stepping on his chest/face in the abduction event. But when him & pc try to do kinky stuff and pc calls him a creep/freak and slap him or something he just. Panics. Chicken out. Thought he would like that but actually it’s a big NO, a trigger even. End up crying and being pampered by pc.

entropy!! your MIND!!! this is insane. i love it. i have to write this RIGHT NOW

m!kylar and gn!pc

"You're sure this is okay, Kylar?"

Kylar chewed on his bottom lip, but nodded nonetheless. He still seemed hesitant and you frowned. "And you remember the safe word?"

He nodded again. "I--I can handle it. I want this."

You nodded too, crawling on top of where he was lying on his bed. Kylar's breathing grew faster as you got closer. "Okay," you whispered, clearing your throat and trying to slip into character.

"This is what you want, right?" You murmured, sliding a hand down Kylar's chest. He looked at you with wide eyes. "Pathetic." Your hand stopped on his crotch and he sucked in a breath. "And you're already hard. Such a desperate little thing."

He whimpered as you straddled him, rubbing your crotch against his. "You want me so bad. It's pathetic," you reached down and squeezed his clothed cock harder than you normally would, eliciting a soft moan from Kylar. "I know you've been thinking about me like this all day. You're so obsessed. What a freak."

At the final word, you felt Kylar's body freeze. You looked at him and noticed his eyes were unfocused. Calling him a freak clearly had bothered him and you felt a rush of guilt. "Kylar, are you okay?"

For what felt like the millionth time that night, he nodded, but you knew him well enough to know he was upset. "Kylar. We're doing this because you wanted to. I promised you I would stop if you felt uncomfortable and I meant it."

You reached out to touch his hand and felt him trembling. "Okay. I'm stopping. We're not doing this," you climbed off him and moved to lay next to him.

Kylar looked away, mumbling "I--I'm sorry," and you could tell he was about to start crying. You sat up and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he immediately buried his head in your chest.

"I thought it would--," Kylar began, but got choked up. His next words were barely a whisper. "I didn't like you being mean to me."

Hearing that made you feel even guiltier. "Oh, Ky," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm sorry, baby. I wouldn't have said yes if I knew it would upset you."

"N--no, it's my fault," Kylar stammered. "I just thought that it would be fun for us. But it wasn't."

"It's okay," you said soothingly, stroking his hair. He leaned into your touch. "It felt weird for me, too. I don't think you're pathetic. Or a freak."

Kylar sniffled and looked up at you, his face wet. "You really don't, right? You mean it?"

You kissed his forehead and felt his tension lessen. "I don't. I love you the way you are," you confirmed.

A small smile started to form on Kylar's face. "Yeah. You love me."

You held him for a few additional moments before speaking again. "Here's what we'll do. How about you and me take a nice bath together instead and we see where that takes us?"

Now Kylar was fully grinning. "That sounds nice..."

You kissed him and felt him smile against your lips. "Then come on, love. Let's go."

Even though it was a short walk, Kylar held your hand all the way to the bathroom.

[gatitties]

Hi 👋😊.

I just had this a idea for almost a whole  year and it about a young teen female Reader who have a father figure or mother figure from the pirate they like the most but~~ I want them to be the older version from the future like when they are at the age of 40 or 60 . ( Strawhat pirates & white beard pirates & kid pirates) 

And if you don't write about the whitebeard pirate's it okay .instead of it I would like it to be the heart pirates 😊♡.

Edited!\ take your time okay, love your writing by the way👋😊♡

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid pirates & Whitebeard Pirates x teen!fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: some headcannons with your mother/father figure and the rest of the crew

─Warnings: the characters are older, like in those 40/60 year old drawings (reference)

Well yes I write for whitebeard and as a bonus you will have all four crews, ty!! ;)

─ You're like the baby of the crew, no matter how strong or smart you are, for them it's like a duty to keep you safe even though you don't need it.

─ Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are your best allies when you get bored and want to play or play a joke on others, although they are not so young for their usual games they can always make a small exception for you.

─ As for family roles… Sanji was like a father to you, he was the most attentive to everything, he controlled that you had a balanced diet, that you hydrated, and he made sure that nothing and nobody could bother you or harm you, physically or mentally.

─ This cook already has an age and a past that makes him want to protect every possible child, and despite the fact that you were not a child, in his eyes it still seemed that you were 5 years old and not 13.

─ You called him 'dad' once by accident and he cried after you left the room.

─ Sometimes he just walks into your room to tell you something random "did you know that swordfish can swim up to 100 km/h? They are great hunters" and leaves without saying anything else, he doesn't even wait for you to answer, "Close the door!" of course he never closes the door after that.

─ You spend a lot of time in the kitchen and he teaches you to make your favorite dishes.

─ Despite being forty years old, the fights with Zoro won't stop, and he always puts you in the middle to give him support, "yellow looks much better" "green is better, it doesn't look like piss" "Of course not, honey, what do you think about this? Yellow is better isn't it?" "I guess?" "Ha! see, my little girl is always right marimo"

─ Franky and Brook are like the uncles who spoil you.

─ Now… if you're looking for who won to be your mother figure, the award went to Nami, despite not being as young as before and having lived more adventures, she will never stop being like a scared cat and tends to separate you from danger when she sees it.

─ She earned most of your affection pretty quickly.

─ Typical mother who makes you save as much as possible, she'll lend you her old clothes if still in good condition, "this shirt suits you better than it did when I was your age, you'll be a beautiful girl when you grow up!"

─ Although she doesn't mind pampering you a bit if she wants, it's practically difficult for her to deny you something if you really want it, overall, she can always put others in debt to get more money.

─ Lots of relaxing baths with her and Robin, you like to gossip about everything you see when you stay on an island for a while.

— Many moments of shopping together, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, she will simply drag you down because she needs the opinion of someone younger to stay "in fashion".

— She'll also teach you everything she knows about cartography and navigation.

— Father figure Law lives under stress, his night schedules are still as shattered as when he was young and now he has a teenager under his wing to care for.

─ He is very strict with everything, he wants you to maintain a healthy life so you will have many restrictions, ranging from not spending much time inside the submarine to correcting your posture when you're sitting wrong. "You look like a shrimp sitting like this, correct your posture or you'll have back pain" "You look like an emo in your forties and nobody says anything to you" "…"

─ He's worried because teenagers are so carefree and stupid sometimes, he'll have Bepo supervise when he can't.

─ You have many arguments with him for small things, but don't worry, if he punishes you Shachi and Penguin are the uncles who get you out of trouble.

─ This duet with you by their side only means one thing to Law and it's headache.

─ Whenever you're in a bad mood, the crew jokes that Law has infected you with his continual sulking disease, and that now you are like father and daughter.

─ Law is a proud dad inside of him, he won't show that he is proud of you out loud, but in his mind he has you as someone smarter than half the crew.

─ He will teach you everything he knows about medicine, unless you don't like it or are too squeamish about operating or dissecting, however you are required to learn everything about basic first aid.

─ Ikkaku is the only woman on the whole ship so she was the mother figure who helped you not go crazy among so many men and an adorable bear.

─ You're always welcome in the kitchen to help or observe, but mostly to gossip, sometimes Bepo joins.

─ She has small details with you, like buying some matching pendants or bracelets, she also likes to comb your hair with different styles, definitely your personal hairdresser.

─ Unlike Law, Ikkaku will always let you know that she's proud of you for any little thing, like if you've only managed to take down a few guys on your own without help and will yell in mid-battle "Well done, that's my girl!"

─ God bless you with this crew because you will not have a day off, just because they have aged doesn't mean that they are not as chaotic as before.

─ Although they will respect you, you are not in this crew for nothing, and also, all these guys are afraid of an angry teenager with little hours of sleep. "Dude, shut the fuck up if you don't want me to insert this knife as a new piercing in your forehead" "Yo… ok, chill kiddo"

─ The closest thing to a mother figure that you found was Heat, because he was the one who acted the most like a mother hen with you, apparently he was the most concerned about your physical integrity because he was at that age of wanting children and you were the closest to that.

─ It's not like he was depriving you of potentially lethal weapons for a teenager, but he was more afraid of what people would do with someone young like you.

─ Because being in this crew most of the time means fighting and going to clubs, so yeah, he always had an eye on you just in case some nasty person tried something weird with you.

─ Wire always took care to relax Heat when you'd rather just walk around the village than be in a bar because you weren't much of a fan of drinking alcohol at your age. "What if she gets kidnapped? She can be there all alone being scared" "She literally dismembered a guy last time we fought, she'll be fine."

─ Wire is the cool uncle who lets you do whatever you want as long as your worried mom doesn't find out.

─ And if we talk about a father figure… Killer, Killer acted like a responsible father most of the time, not as worried as Heat but always watching over you and above all that you didn't let yourself be influenced by some of Kid's stupidity.

─ Because Kid was like your demon on your shoulder, despite already being of an age, this man wouldn't stop being impulsive and you're an easy-to-influence teenager, so you and Kid have a sibling relationship.

─ Killer just watches the two of you while he looks disapprovingly, you can't even see his face and you already know that he is disappointed with your decisions. "You guys broke what? oh okay." a lot of passive-aggressiveness whenever he scolds you.

─ But he will always scold Kid more because he is of legal age and should be responsible, he definitely doesn't leave you alone with him because the last time you ended up drunk.

─ And despite not being of many words, he's like the presence you need by your side at certain times, someone you can turn to if something bothers you and that you know that he will be there for you.

─ Overprotective squad in general.

─ Everyone sees Whitebeard as a father, however in your eyes he is like your grandfather, because Marco had earned the position of father figure.

─ This man wanted to establish a life a few years ago, start a family etc, then one day you just arrived and he decided to take you under his wing, literally.

─ He is the least worried if you compare him with the men of the other crews, he knows that he has many people who protect you by his side, so he is calm in that aspect.

─ He will still scold you for your bad habits. "Eat slower you'll choke if you keep eating like a turkey" "Don't you have a nest to make or something? I know how to eat, I'm not Ace" "Hey!"

─ Ace may have matured a lot more but he'll still be a bad influence on you, so Marco always asks Izo to keep an eye on both of you, because the last time he left you two alone you ended up in the stomach of a sea king.

─ His chest will swell with pride if you call him 'dad' in front of people.

─ He's the kind of dad who tells all the shits that have happened to you and he embarrasses you in front of the crew just because he wanted to tell a funny anecdote about you, although he later apologizes to you if he really upset you.

─ As for a mother figure, this crew is short of such things, but the closest thing was Izo, because without a doubt, within this crew full of testosterone, he was much more elegant and careful than the others.

─ And more than anything because you could steal his makeup to use it, although you didn't know how to apply many of the things he had, he helped you with that. "Honey you're spreading the makeup wrong" "Can you teach me Izo?"

─ He taught you a lot about self defense in case someone bothers you more than necessary, like using guns, you should know how to protect yourself just in case.

─ Proud mom watching you kick ass.

[misschiuahua]

Summary: Wave was feeling a bit... Needy.

One of her witch friends suggests a small summoning to scratch that itch.

Wave didn't expect quite that many tentacles, but she isn't actually complanining.

Rating: Explicit

***

Wave didn’t like to think of herself as desperate.

She wasn’t.

She was just ridiculously horny and her vibrator wasn’t cutting it anymore.

She was also tired of stupid men and women. Did people forget how one-night stands worked? Some would get emotional and want to keep seeing her, and those who understood the idea, tended to suck in bed.

And perhaps, summoning a demon just to fuck her was a bit much, but then again, why the hell not? She was one of the good witches, and one demon-fucking wouldn’t change that.

Besides, Ashley had assured her it was fine. There was no soul to be given in exchange, no harm done. The demon was there for the same reason she was -except he -it?- didn’t fuck for fun, but for nutrition. Ashley told her he -it? -fed from her ‘juices’ so it had an extra incentive to make her cum a lot.

Ashley had done it, she was alive and well, so it was probably safe.

So Wave decided to give it a try. Ashley explained the ritual to her, told what she needed to get it done and gave her a wink before leaving.

Wave felt really nervous about this. She’d done small summonings before, but nothing even close to this -or for the same reason. What if something went wrong?

What if something went right?

Wave decided to trust Ashley and try it. Her friend wouldn’t set her up for something dangerous.

That night, she took a long bath and really pampered herself. She even bought a nice silk robe to use. All of those things were more for her than the demon -she didn’t particularly think it would care -and Wave hardly ever did things like that for herself, so it felt nice.

She put on only her robe -no need for more clothes -and prepared her living room for the ritual -she lived in a neighborhood with nosy neighbors, so she couldn’t just do this outside, even though it was funny imagining their faces if they saw it.

Wave pushed the furniture away, creating enough space to draw the summoning circle on the ground. She followed Ashley’s directions carefully, since summoning demons was always risky, and this time it felt even more so.

Kneeling in front of the circle, she double-checked her preparations, then closed her eyes and focused. She recited the chant she’d memorized, feeling power coursing through her. Energy sizzled, as a wind swirled around the room.

Wave spread her hands as she said the last words, and with a mighty wind, all the candles went out, leaving the room mostly dark.

Wave took a deep breath in. “Alexa. Turn on the lights.” She called.

The light in the living room was turned on, and she found herself face to face with… Tentacles.

A bunch of them, coming from her floor.

That was exactly what Ashley said it’d happen.

Wave risked a look at the hole on her floor, but it was just an open portal. Great. She rented this house and a good orgasm wasn’t worth losing her deposit.

“Hi.” She said, feeling stupid. But what else was she supposed to say to tentacles?

The tentacles -she counted eleven, but she had a feeling there might be more -turned to her, like they were paying attention to her. They were purplish in color, some thicker than others, but all very�� Octopus-like.

“I’m Wave.” She told the tentacles, feeling more absurd by the moment. “I called you here. So… Yeah.”

One thick tentacle came forward and touched her face -quite sweetly. She raised her hand carefully and patted the tentacle. She’d thought it’d be more slimy then it was.

Like this was some kind of permission, the other tentacles moved in her direction.

“Oh. Just a minute.” She said, and they all paused. She opened her robe and let it fall to the ground. “Okay.”

The tentacles moved in her direction with more purpose now. One wrapped around her waist and lifted her up from the floor. Wave gasped in surprise as she was carried, and other  two tentacles wrapped around her, giving her more support, so she wasn’t just hanging like a ragdoll. She was deposited gently on her armchair and encouraged to lean back.

The other smaller tentacles started running over her body, like they were caressing her, and Wave relaxed in their hold. She could feel the suction cups on them sucking gently at her skin, as if they were giving her kisses.

It felt like a slow seduction, which was a weird way of seeing this, but Wave had no complaints. She deserved this.

Tentacles wrapped around her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze, making the witch sigh in pleasure. Two cups followed their path and attached themselves to her nipples, their suction really similar to someone sucking on them.

“Oh.” Wave squirmed, enjoying where this was going.

She started to move her fingers towards her cunt, but tentacles wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hands away, and holding her back from touching herself.

“Hey.” Wave complained but it lacked heat, since the cups suckling on her nipples were really doing it well.

Other tentacles wrapped around her thighs, spreading her wide open. Oh they were finally getting to the good part.

A thinner tentacle started rubbing itself gently around her clit, making her sigh again. When her hips started moving on their own, it slid down and pushed inside her body. Before she could complain about the lack of attention to her clit, another tentacle was already there, circling it a bit harder than before.

The small tentacle started fucking her slowly, before increasing its speed. Suddenly she felt a second tentacle pushing inside as well, but this did something she could barely comprehend. It used its suction cup inside her, against her G-spot and Wave’s back came out of the armchair.

“Oh yes, there! Please.” She babbled, her body shaking and an orgasm coming fast.

The tentacles never stopped their work, and -as if they really could understand her and know how close she was - they fucked her faster and harder.

Wave’s first orgasm was a strong, solid one, making a long moan leave her mouth. It was a good way to start this.

The small tentacles immediately pulled away when she came, even startling Wave in the process. However, before she could ask if there was something wrong, a larger, thicker tentacle was already there, pushing its way into her cunt.

Wave’s head fell back and she hissed a ‘yes’ as the tentacle entered her, stretching her just right. As it was so much thicker than the other two, she could feel the texture of the cups as it entered her. The tentacle pushed as far as it could go, hitting her cervix which had only happened rarely to her before.

The tentacle fucker her harder this time, making her whole body bounce every time it moved. Another small tentacle came around, attaching its cup to her clit and pulling. Wave screamed at the unexpected sensation, but it was in no way a bad thing.

She squirmed and moaned as the tentacle fucked her harder and hard, the cup pulled at her clit. Her next orgasm crept out of nowhere and it was much harder than the first. The scream she let out could probably be heard from the street.

Wave wouldn’t care about that just then.

Her whole body was still shaking from the orgasm when the tentacle pulled away again. This time Wave yelped in surprise when she was pulled at by the other tentacles. She was still a bit out of it from pleasure and the sudden movement confused her.

Only when she was facing the armchair did she realize she’d been repositioned. Her knees were on the floor and elbows on the armchair - with tentacles still holding her wrists together. Her legs were pulled apart and another tentacle was already pressed up against her cunt.

“Hey, I think I might need a…” Her words were cut as the tentacle entered her again.

She couldn’t see from this angle, but this one was yet another tentacle, even thicker than the last. This was dancing the line between pleasure and pain as it stretched her.

But this time the tentacle entered her slower, letting her feel every bump of every cup, letting them suck their way into her. Wave’s forehead fell against the seat in front of her and she tilted her ass up. Suctions cup found their way back to her nipples, suckling gently, as if to ease her into this

Once the tentacle went as far as it could go, it stopped there, giving her a minute - which was really kind of it. Then she noticed… Something way too close to her ass.

A smaller tentacle was pressing against that entrance, quite sneakily. Wave opened her mouth to say something, but the tentacle inside her started to pulse, which turned her words into a moan. The smaller tentacle used her distraction to push into her.

“That was a dirty trick.” She groaned, and the only reaction from her tentacles was to pat her comfortingly on the back.

Those tentacles were probably male then.

The tentacle on her cunt started moving slowly at first. Wave’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open. This was a whole other thing.

The thickness, the bumps on it, even the smaller tentacle currently fucking her ass while everywhere else there were tentacles caressing and comforting her… It was heaven.

The bigger tentacle started fucking her so hard that others had to wrap around her to keep her in place to take it. Wave’s moans were echoing around her house and sweat covered her body.

The smaller tentacle left her ass without warning, only to be replaced by another one that was thicker. Wave was so out of it she barely pretended to complain about it.

The nice sucking cup went back to her clit, pulling at it hard, which made her come immediately. However, instead of letting her go again, the tentacles just kept on going. Her body went limp, but they picked her up from the floor and Wave was suspended as they kept fucking her mercilessly.

She didn’t think she could cum again -she really didn’t - but it was as if they forced it out of her -an orgasm so brutal that she blacked out.

When Wave woke up again, she was lying on her couch and the tentacles were using their cups to… Yep, ‘drink’ all her juices. They were traveling up and down her leg and thigh in a way that was not sexual at all.

“Hey.” She whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You done?”

A tentacle came near her face and caressed it, which made her chuckle. “Thank you for the orgasms.”

The tentacle booped her nose. Then they gently covered her with the quilt on the back of the couch and retreated to the hole on the floor until they disappeared completely. The hole closing right after.

“Well… Fuck.” Wave would think about cleaning and wondering what her neighbors probably heard tomorrow.

[microtyalm13]

which oc would enjoy getting milked the most? like ima be playing with their cock/pussy untill there's only dust coming out

- 🐠🎩

wheezed at the last part tnx 

hmmm probably xiaolong and veniamin. taisya and livy don't have the patience for that, derzena will politely bat your hand away if you try to overstim her, and gavriil just prefers to be the delivering end :]

xiao likes to be pampered from time to time, and greatly appreciates your desire to pleasure him. your hands will be busy if you want the serpent to forget his name by the time you're done with him, so prepare yourself for a lot of work! stroking both of his cocks or fingering him while pumping one of them - he doesn't care, he just wants you to make a mess out of him. he's so deliciously sensitive, grasping at the sheets and kneading your thigh, trying not to lose himself to the sensations. xiao will beg you not to stop, thrust his hips into your hands, grip your shoulder to prevent you from moving away... and if you decide to edge him at least once he will be so, so grumpy afterwards. not for long though, but the complaints will be voiced. (he loved it)

xiaolong has a massive thing for hands and will stare at yours all the time (when his eyes are not rolling back into his scull from the pleasure ofc), his moans that are melodic and collected at first become raspy, breathy whines. he produces so much pre and slick as it is, but with you determined to milk him dry... there's going to be a lot of fluids. if you're sitting on top on of him, he'll wrap his tail around your waist and hips, the coils tightening every time he's about to cum.

doesn't know if he should be grateful for you using your mouth to clean him because his body now feels like an exposed live wire. just give the poor old serpent five minutes before cuddling him...

and ven is just selfish. he'll be sprawled out on his spacious bed, long locks of pale-pink hair cascading down the many pillows behind him. face resembling pure boredom and the tone he's trying to pass off as disinterest. though his cock, drooling and throbbing, lies heavy between his toned thighs and tells an entirely different story. three orgasms and his indifferent facade is absolutely gone. he'll try to tell you that he needs a break, just a second to breathe, but you both know he's just attempting to deceive you into letting go of him so he can have his revenge. and so, you don't stop, making the fallen god bite into his hand so he won't let out any embarrassing noises. (doesn't work, his voice breaks either way)

pegging him while milking him... god, ven would be losing his mind and still have the strength to belittle you for not fucking him properly. you know he's just provoking you into slamming into him harder, to abuse his prostate until he physically can't cum anymore. a sharp tug on his tail or wings and suddenly there's no more complaining, hm.

to blissed out to even care if he need to clean himself up or not. through you can draw a bath for you both and when veniamin can more or less walk normally again, you two can have a good soak (─‿‿─) he will totally fall asleep with a soft but heavy thump of his forehead falling onto your shoulder. he's like a big fluffy cat.

[firefly--bright]

Reiner Braun modern headcanons!!!

a/n : the jean one I did did pretty well as a post, so I decided to do for my babygirl too (19 yr old war criminal) :)

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• loves animals. TO DEATH like if he sees any stray puppies or kitties, he will rescue them immediately. he'll pull over just to get out of the car and save the babes

• piggybacking off of that, he's also a foster dad for these pets. like he'd take them in. he has two cats and they're kind of on the old side (because he felt bad just leaving them at the shelter), one of them has grey and white fur and he's named her McFlurry (yes) and the other one is actually a cat you and him adopted together - an orange tabby that the two of you named calcifer (from howls moving castle :) )

• used to play like all sports during his entire academic life. he's played so many sports at this point like you'd think you know a niche sport that you didn't think he'd know the name of? he's played it. even rugby.

• hates the way his nose looks, but starts loving it more after you develop a habit of tracing the contours of his nose with your thumb (it makes him sleep too)

• loves to cook! he'd make any experimental recipies that he found from an obscure source on Pinterest. it almost always turns out good but if it doesn't then he tweaks it up until it tastes good.

• like jean, he's kind of not really into physical touch at first, but the more you show it, the more he falls in love with your touch.

• extroverted introvert. feels the need to be nice and be friends with everyone (literally knows everyone you've ever bumped into) but he prefers to stay in and not talk instead. he's glad he gets to sit in silence with you because he feels fully comfortable with that.

• strangers to friends to lovers typa guy (I have a fanfic idea for this but I'm too lazy to write it), like he's seen you before and because he feels the need to know everyone's names and stuff, he decides to befriend you. he's not boisterous or cocky or overconfident, he's actually really nice and down to earth. you start getting closer, he starts working at the same place you work at, which brings you even closer and he falls in love

• and he falls HARD like. when you ask him if he can remember the one point in time where he realised he was in love with you, he doesn't have an answer, because with him, its kinda like... he fell for you in a collection of moments. like you brushed his hair away from his face and he's like "oh that's nice" and then you gave him a thoughtful gift for his birthday, again, he was like "oh that's...super nice" - just little moments like that made him Realize™

• has a complicated relationship with his mom but they're on okay terms now, like apart from the usual motherly criticisms, they're doing pretty well!

• blushes like a damn tomato. he cannot hide if he's flustered for the life of him.

• he tries to hide it, but he LOVES being pampered. he loves it when you massage his shoulders, he loves it when you put those under eye masks on him, loves it when you draw a bath for him, etc. like at first he feels,,, kind of like a burden when you do those things for him, but he slowly starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he deserves this.

• super patient. if you're having a bad day or something, not only does he immediately take notice, he'll wait for you. he'll ask if you want to talk about it or if you just want him to be there, and if you say you want space, he'll give it to you and wait for you to come to him when you need him.

• he knows how to braid hair because of Gabi. when he was 17, he'd braid gabi's hair into two pigtails whenever she came over to their house for the summer. (he's her favourite cousin and vice versa but both won't admit it to eachother)

• loves to knit!!!!! his ideal date is literally just cozying up on the couch with some blankets and hot chocolate or soup and just. knitting. if you like knitting or crocheting too then bonus points!

• speaking of knitting, he also wears chunky sweaters that his mom made for him. warm toned, chunky and soft sweaters are literally all his closet is made up of. except in the summers, he wears loose fitting tank tops in the summer heat.

• religious note-taker. if you share a class with him, expect him to furiously take notes at a godly speed every class. and it's not even a messy handwriting, it's actually recognisable letters that are pretty easy to understand. he'd give those notes to anyone who missed class that day.

• people rely on him alot, and at first in highschool he kind of felt pressured by it, but he's grown into that role. he's a gentle leader.

• speaks german. you'll find him speaking in German to Gabi and his mom whenever they call <3

• speaking of calls, he only picks up if it's a loved one calling him. Gabi sometimes calls him just to annoy him after her school day is over and she's just roaming around the house. at this point Reiner knows all the gossip in gabi's middle school, being super attentive when Gabi talks about her school. like he knows ALL the lore.

• loves watching those relaxing vlogs. like those cooking vlogs with nice music in the background and captions instead of voiceovers. he loves those.

• has prescription glasses only for reading <3

• overthinks so hard. like even if he goes out of his way to talk to and know people more, he hates the after-conversation anxiety that comes with it.

• when he kisses you, he kinda hugs you. like his hands aren't on your waist, they kinda wrap around your back and shoulder and his hands are spread out so that he feels more of your skin.

• loves calling you dove or angel, cause that's exactly what you are to him.

• talks with his hands, very expressive with his conversations. it's very easy to know when he's uncomfortable/doesn't like someone he's talking to when his hands are crossed over his chest.

• he writes. like journals all his feelings out. just like his note-taking, he's very on routine about it. every night, or every other night, he'd sit down at his desk and use the pen he's kept especially for this journal, and describe the day in detail. it helps him alot :)

• he kinda does this small little,,, soft exhale when he smiles. like his lips don't quirk up fully, but you know he's smiling because of that small sound.

• full bellied laughter kinda guy. you crack a terrible joke and he starts out letting a small tiny laugh at it and then it turns into a chuckle and then the next thing you know, he's clutching his stomach and wiping the tears from the corner of his eye because he's laughing so much. which is so ???? you tell him it wasn't even that funny but to him it very much Was.

• his reactions are SOOOO funny. like you're telling him a story and he'll have visible reactions to it. he'll cover his mouth with his hand if he gasps, put his hand on his chest in surprise, scrunches his nose in disgust - like he literally cannot hide his emotions.

• likes jazz and classical music. no I will not elaborate.

• can't Instagram. he uses emojis unironically. he has one (1) post and it's you and him together, eating ramen from the same bowl (a pic that bert took to send to porco)

• even if he doesn't use Instagram that often, he'll always check if you posted. if you've posted something then he will make it his personal priority to spam comment the heart eye emojis. your entire comment section is Reiner sending 🥰🥰🥰 and 😘😘😘 and 😍😍 and all the diff coloured hearts.

• loves taking pics of you against the sunlight or like. infront of a beautiful scenery. he likes taking goofy candid pictures too, but the ones where you're just being lit up by the sun are his favourite because finally, there's an actual accurate picture of how he sees you.

• overall, the Reiner I have in my head in a modern a.u. is incredibly soft and will dance with you in the living room in the dark with no music playing because that's how in love with you he is.

[coff-in]

IDONT WANT TO BE ANNOYING but I forgot to add this to my last ask 😭😭

but they would keep the same dynamic if the other one got sick; Ashley’s coughing? Her little sister is ready to grab all of their fluffy blankets and wrap her around it, keeping her comfy and nearby so they can cuddle all night long while she yaps about funny stuff to her big sister. Meanwhile, Andrew’s checking her thermometer regularly to see if Ashley didn’t get a fever in the meantime he’s also in the kitchen making the three of them some hot chocolate.

Now Andrew’s coughing? Worry no more, the Graves Girls are here to rescue him! I think Ashley and [reader] would both (obviously) want to pamper the soul out of him, but [reader] takes it upon herself to go to the kitchen and make him his something warm, and going to the grocery to get fresh ingredients and more medicine while Ashley’s in cuddle duty! She got all of their pillows and put them on his bed, making him comfortable while she rambles and rambles about something their mother did to piss her off.

they all feel loved and show love in their own way!

- Dungeon Anon

notes from coff-in: adding your first ask here too. one time i got an awful stomach flu from my brother and it fucking sucked!! so sorry that ur feeling sick, i hope you get better soon dungeon anon :(

[gender neutral/fem] reader-insert, incest

i think ashley would try to cook some food for [reader] since we've mostly seen her do the cooking. andrew would give [reader] medicine and probably scold [reader] for getting sick if it was something easily preventable. laying [reader] on their lap is definitely something andrew does, playing with her hair while watching TV together. ashley would also insist and hand/spoon feeding [reader] cause they're too weak to feed themselves :( when it's time for bed, [reader] tells them not to snuggle with her cause she might get them sick but they don't listen sometimes and sleep in bed with her anyway. [reader] has to kick them out cause they get to hot sometimes

if ashley got sick she'd whine and complain about how she's dying and her mean siblings aren't taking care of her!! [reader] hangs out with her in bed and maybe gives her some paper and pencils to draw with while andrew tries to follow the instructions to a good chicken noode soup. if ashley needed help bathing herself (and vice versa for sick [reader]) then they'd help each other out cause they're both girls, it's nothing they haven't seen before. andrew would try to say how he can't do it, you're not that sick, etc etc like come on!! put your dick in your pants and help out your poor sick sisters bathe!! (you can fuck them when they're feeling better)

if andrew was sick, u know the sisters are going to tease him. ashley would slave away in the kitchen (heat up soup) while [reader] tends to him (yaps away about TV). i could definitely see ashley and [reader] cuddling andrew in his bed, wrapping their arms and legs around him to keep him warm while his face heats up from more than his fever. eheh >_0

it is for the most part though, wholesome and cute :)

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coff-in

[lunatic-pudge]

Sorry if I already rq’d this, you can ignore if so lol.

Do you think you could do some fluff of a guy s/o with P3 Dude?? I think he should be pampered and kissed and snuggled and cherished, so on and so forth. U v U

Ty 🙏

Postal 3 Dude Getting Pampered and Spoiled

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I gotchu. I love P3. There's an artist on here who draws him with a dad bod and it makes me froth at the mouth <3

(Also, I just realized that you wanted a male S/O, but I made it more gender neutral. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, anon)

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-P3 Dude, my beloved. Oh how you were given such an unfair chance when they were making you. But god damn, they made him so fine

-This man DESERVES to be spoiled and pampered. Just look at him. He's your little Rawr XD girl. Your scene queen! He just escaped the apocalypse (that he most definitely didn't start) and is just trying to live his life, with you there by his side of course

-At first, he was a little apprehensive about having you spoil him. He assumed that there were gonna be some sort strings attached deal to it. He'd even think you'd want sex outta him (which he wouldn't mind), but once you clarify that you just wanna pamper him cause you love him, he's quick to give in

-If you separate the Dudes into individual people, P3 is by far one of the most affectionate Dudes (I'd say he and movie Dude are competing for first) The Bitch wouldn't never give him the affection he craved so he was more than happy to finally be rid of her.

-So when you showed up, ready to love all over him, it was like a breath of fresh air for him. It gave him a reason to be excited to go home to his shitty trailer cause he knew you'd be there to love all over him

-One of his favorite ways to spoil him and to let him lay his head in your lap while you play with his hair. Yeah his hair is greasy from not showering often and using hair gel to have it spiked up the way it is, but it's so soft and fluffy when clean, how could you ever keep your hands away? Maybe he'll start showering more so it's more fun to play with

-He'll love you even more if you shower him with kisses. He's such a sucker for any sort of physical affection, but kisses hit different. And he is more than excited to give that affection back to you tenfold. He will make it a competition, and he will make sure he wins even if it means doing a little bit of sabotage (he will distract you with hitting the sensitive spots)

-Now if you were to spoil him financially, he'd get so flustered. He wouldn't really know how to handle it. One minute, he's off to get you two some cheap fast food so you two can have a lazy day, and the next he sees a brand new high def T.V. He doesn't really know what to do. He doesn't really have the funds to do the same to you. You've seen all the odd jobs he does for some money. BUUUUT, that doesn't mean he can't try. And by that I mean he will steal for you. He knows he shouldn't, but this is Dude we're talking about so you know he doesn't care

-He'd probably tell you to save your money and not spend it on him. He'd much rather be spoiled with your love and attention rather than money. But imagine him coming home from a rough day out, and his dear darling (you, Pookie) had prepared a special dinner for him. You two having a nice little dinner together, followed by some fun time in the shower (cause there's no way his trailer has a bath tub so no romantic bubble bath. Sorry). Hell maybe even a nice massage also <3

[fieldofdaisiies]

Reader feeling really bad bc of depressive days, and az tries to encourage her to do things she likes (like skincare, haircare…) and gives her so much love 💗

Im just thinking in this headcanon for so long 🥺🥺

oh that is a sweet one, I hope you are okay❤️

Azriel would immediately notice the change in your emotional state, knowing you didn't feel so good

he can read you so well and quickly understands what you are going through

Az has had struggles with mental health all his life, he knows how bad it can get and he knows he has to be there for you

he WANTS to be there for you, making you feel good again

the day starts with a slow morning where Azriel makes you breakfast - all your favourite things, brought to in bed

he knows in these days you often struggle with eating and making yourself a meal so obviously he does it for you

you will eat together while Azriel tells you a little about the day ahead, the day he has planned for you

first you stay in bed longer, he holds you, your hold each other

later in the morning you will do things you enjoy, draw a little, read a little, listen to music, etc.

lunch is once again Azriel's job, but he will make you join him in the kitchen where he constantly lets you taste what he is cooking

he will also fool around a little, hoping to cheer you up and he really manages to bring a small smile to your face

lunch you will eat in the living room on the couch where you then also stay and read a little more, Azriel holding you tightly to his chest, his arm wrapped around you

you will also talk about your mental health, you can fully open up to Azriel, pour all your emotions out while he listens to every word you say

Azriel is there for you, holding you, supporting you, encouraging you

when the evening comes Azriel will help you do your skincare, knowing how much you value it

he himself will also put on a face mask while you chat a little

later you will bath together where Azriel washes your hair, soft and careful, worshiping you and pampering your whole face and upper body with soft kisses

over and over he tells you how beautiful you are

when done with bathing he helps you into your most comfortable pyjamas and carries you to the bedroom where he will wrap you into his strong arms, letting you sleep on his shoulder