#i wanna take care of him :((((

[ohimsummer]

satoru loves when you feed him. he just adores watching you dote on him, patting away crumbs and stains on his face as his lovely little wife, both of you knowing full well that he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself. but it’s something about you doing it that makes his heart beat a little faster, makes him so much more aware of his love for you, and get a craving to paint your lips in the wettest kisses. his mind goes empty. it's just you—a blurry haze of your heavenly face and the forkful of food you're offering him.

"it's hot, satoru.", you warn him.

"mhm.", he hums, eyes closed in contentment and he's clearly not listening. all that’s on his mind is the loving regard he has for your generosity. he asked for a taste of your food, jokingly, and of course you oblige. you love him, after all.

“no, satoru, i mean—“

and it’s too late. satoru’s taken a bite without so much as a second of hesitation. you watch his lips curl up in a grin for a good half-a-second before his eyes jolt open, and he’s spitting it out in his hand.

“b-baby—!”, he coughs, wheezing helplessly as his face begins turning a bright shade of red. “wha—?!”

you’re ripping a paper towel off the roll and shoving it into his spare hand. then, you’re shuffling over to the fridge to grab a cool bottle of water, cracking it open and setting it on the table next to him as you take the discarded food to throw away.

“i told you it was hot, satoru, it’s spicy.”, you scold him, though you’re not sure if he even hears you when he’s too busy gulping down the entire bottle of water. “you didn’t listen, did you?”

truthfully…no, he didn’t listen. but, could you really blame him? when he’s got such a perfect wife, eating her perfect cooking, nodding her perfect head because she’s so generous to indulge him without a second thought, looking so perfect as she offers him the fork with a hand underneath to catch any drops, mumbling her perfect words that, in hindsight, were surely ‘it’s hot, satoru’, can you really blame him?

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[unspecifiedspecies]

I just wanna kiss his eyelids and tuck him into bed. My sweet angel. My Castiel. So pretty.

[mlybrnte]

I LOVE ADAM PARRISH SO MUCH. I AM SURPRISED TO SAY THAT HE MIGHT BE MY FAVE CHARACTER. I NEVER IMAGINED HIM TO BE SO CLOSE TO MY HEART.

[jeysbaby]

This is a baby girl to me I don’t know what you guys talking about

[yunirgo]

season 2 steve has such a special place in my heart i can’t even describe it

[kombi-amarela]

i don't know if i want to be sirius or date sirius

[liltingoddesss]

i wanna go there to be able to take care of him :(

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Steve with his oral fixation who after a long, hard and busy day just wants to flop his body down over yours whilst he mouths at your pretty tits and lazily sucks your nipples whilst you card your fingers through his hair.

[billysbbybfff]

Concept for a fic i might-maybe-not write:

Billy's Cali Friend

Billy actually does have someone he can trust and who loves him, but Neil takes the family to Hawkins before the friend can get Billy out of there

Friend travels to Hawkins (however the fuck that works) to make sure they don't rake Billy away forever

Billy can't let anyone find out about the friend

Max noticed immediately

Billy and Friend deal with the Mindflayer

(Also maybe Friend tries to get Steve and Billy together???)

Toally definitely not a self insert thing nooooo

Look at this guy

He needs someone

[lieutenantratte]

I love this man so much

I just wanna give him a massage and a hot chocolate with whiskey.

[mimiscappinisideblog]

Some tired Comte de Reynaud

[vodika-vibes]

Vod'ika thoughts for the morning~

I want to curl up next to Commander Fox on the couch, or in bed, and hug him until he's less stressed and less tired. And then I want to make him a fancy breakfast, and let him sit around and just exist in a safe place.

[chetter-holmgren]

Let me wrap him up in a blanket and keep him forever 🥺

[irondefendersart]

just finished watching a playthru of mouthwashing

would I be killed with a thousand hammers if I claimed curly as an f/o

[kombi-amarela]

i need to date sebastian stan, it's a matter of life or death

[azzo0]

Couldn't get the idea of taking care of Hawks' wings off my mind. Not proofread <3

Keigo is really protective and sensitive when it comes to his wings. They're his quirk, the reason why he can move at such high speeds and keep civilians safe. The reason why he's at number two. This also means he takes delicate care of his feathers. He has a special shampoo made just for people with quirks like his. While the shampoo is gentle on his feathers, the spa attendants he gets his wings washed from aren't as gentle. They forget that too much pressure can hurt his bones, even if they're strong. Sometimes, the excessive and harsh scrubbing makes his feathers look like he got into a fight with pigeons. 

But he doesn't have to worry about all that now. Not when he has you with your soft and caring touch. 

Wash days were once stressful for Keigo, but now they're a sweet and intimate moment he gets to share with you as he sits on the edge of the bathtub in his bathroom, big enough for him to spread his wings without knocking a few things over. You stand behind him, showering water onto his wings before lathering the shampoo onto the length of his wings, slowly moving down to the feathers. 

Things easily got heated between you two, especially since he sat there buck naked with your voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear as you helped him with his wings. But most of the time, it was just a quiet and serene moment where you got to take care of him. He deserved to be pampered after all the hard work he did. 

Sometimes, you press kisses on the nape of his neck and the gap between his wings. He sighs dreamily whenever he feels your warm and delicate touch on his feathers, his wings fluttering ever so slightly. After cleaning his feathers, you run water on his wings again. He flaps them a few times after you're done, sprinkling water over you and making you squeal. 

He knows washing his wings is no easy task, so after you're done, he shoos you out of the bathroom to wash his hair, but on days he's too tired, he lets you massage the shampoo into his hair. You help him dry off afterwards, blow dryer on the low setting when you move from his hair to his wings. A few flaps of his wings can do the task, but you do not want water all over your walls. 

After his feathers are dried, you apply the special oil he gets made just for his wings. It leaves his crimson feathers bright and lustrous. He hops in bed afterwards, holding you into him so he can feel your warmth engulf him. He nuzzles into your neck, his freshly cleaned, fluffy hair tickling your chin. He props up on an elbow and brushes his lips against yours, his voice a gentle whisper, "Thank you."