#back scratching

[moonyflesh]

🐾 Cat Scratches - [James “Logan” Howlett x Reader]

WARNINGS: lots of fluff, brief mention of neck kisses, some suggestive comments but nothing past PG

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine, MARVEL/X-MEN)

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Logan laid comfortably on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your lower back and hips as he buried his face into your abdomen, the bare skin of your tummy visible just slightly underneath your sweater.

Lazily scrolling through your phone, splayed out across his bed with him on top of you, your fingers trailed over his upper shoulders, scratching the fabric of his white compression shirt, rubbing his sore muscles from a long day of training and battle practice.

As your fingers trailed upwards mindlessly on his back, your manicured nails finally reached the nape of his neck, teasing the edge of his hairline.

Scrolling down further through your instagram, you let out a soft sigh of content as your fingers finally buried into the hair on the back of his head, eliciting a low rumble from the back of his throat.

You perked up at this, glancing past the dimmed screen of your device, an eyebrow quirked upwards at his reaction.

“You alright, Lo?”

You muttered out, a small, curious smile tugging at your glossy lips, damp from your teeth gently biting at them out of unconscious habit.

“Mmmh,”

He responded in a low hum, leaning into your fingers as you smiled, a small, amused chuckle leaving your lips at his fingers that slid lower on your back, cupping the backs of your thighs with a slightly possessive grip.

You felt a soft, warm press of his chapped lips against your stomach, just above your panty line, and a small laugh left your lips as he buried his nose further into you, inhaling without hesitation. In response, your legs opened slightly underneath him, wrapping them around his broad midsection with a light squeeze.

Preferring the man in front of you opposed to the celebrities on your phone, you dropped it at your side, letting it become lost in the fluffy, unkept sheets next to your form as both your hands wrapped around his head, burying your fingers into his scalp.

A low, animalistic-like growl left his lips as you scratched through his hair, meeting the place behind his ears, where you knew he was most sensitive.

Tracing over the area where his jaw connected to his ear and neck, you let out a low hum in response, tilting your head propped up on one of his pillows to the side, your eyebrows knitting together lightly in curiosity at his pleasant reactions.

“Feels good, bub. Right- mmh. There.”

Your eyes narrowed at his borderline inappropriate hum, and you nodded, wordlessly continuing to scrape through his fluffy, unkept hair.

“I didn’t take you for a cat, Logan,” You teased quietly, a small vibration leaving your own form, similar to that of the buzz of an old stereo.

“Don’t mock me, sweetheart. Can’t help it,”

He shot back, his furry eyebrows knitting together as he finally shifted, pulling himself up further, allowing his face to move from your stomach to your collarbone, trying desperately not to go full deadweight on you, knowing he’d crush your frail form.

“Plus, ever since you got yer nails done-”

He didn’t finish his sentence as you raked through his head of hair once more, pushing his face into the warm skin of your exposed neck, muffling any protest from him.

“Stop talking, James. Sleep.”

You effectively hushed him, a small smile pulling at your face as he grumbled out something along the lines of ‘mm. Whatever,’ and ‘fine.’

You felt him pepper a few hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth teasingly biting down on your exposed shoulder, before lapping at the new mark with his tongue, admiring his work with your taste.

“G’night, bub.”

You smiled at his subtle acceptance to your demand, your fingers frozen in his fluffy hair and partially in his long side shaves, nodding.

“Goodnight, kitty.”

[dread-red-queen]

A Study of hands, for reasons XD

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[lovelystarlightsblog]

A slight discomfort.

100% Inspired by itchy dinner party.

Both of you got invited to a dinner party by your family. Unfortunately your husband has a little annoying inconvenience after his mission…

William x Reader.

This was an awful idea, maybe the worst one yet. And he regret it so much.

So how did he end up here?

Well, William planned that after a quick mission he could come to your family’s dinner party since they happened to invite you two. And William couldn’t decline such a lovely invitation from you family.

Although there is one slight problem…

His calculations were correct, the mission ended quickly and both of you went to dinner right on time. But what he DIDN’T expect was the swarming mosquitoes that eats him alive, leaving nasty red bites all across his body. Showing a clear contrast of the bites with his pale skin. And the mosquitoes gave him no mercy as they cover him in bites from his collarbone to his ankles.

How did they even leave bites all over his body? They must’ve somehow got trough small gaps of his clothing since the red bites covers his stomach, chest, back, and other all over. And the scratchy fabric of his suit that is use to cover the bites did not help the itching at all.

William swallows a lump in his throat as a single bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. His legs shifts uncomfortably and he rubs his legs together to calm the bites. Meanwhile, your father is busy telling a story about his past while your mother pours a drink to each of you two’s glass.

You’re actually quite concern about William. It’s just small bug bites, so it’s not really a big deal, you know he’ll be fine. You’re just worried how far he can stay like this. William has was never the one who can deal with “irritations” but he also can’t afford to look unprofessional towards others, ESPECIALLY if it’s your parents.

Your father then suddenly excuse himself to the bathroom, and your mother said that she forgot to prepare desserts for all of you and quickly leave to the kitchen.

As soon as both of them were out of sight William immediately press his back against the chair and start rubbing, letting out a long sigh of relief as the rough carving on the chair scraped his itchy bites. You also let out a sigh, you were a little glad that both of your parents leave the both of you alone. You were starting to get worried, you know William can keep up the act and maintain a normal expression but surely ha can’t keep up the act forever right? Especially when he’s dealing with major discomfort.

You look back at William. He’s still rubbing his back against the chair. His expression changes from bliss to frustration as new itches pops up at some areas he can’t reach. William groans and grunts from discomfort a few times as he squirms in his seat. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

You turn from your seat to look at him “do you want any help dear?” You whisper quietly. William shakes his head while still rubbing his back against the chair “no. Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll be fine” he answered quietly. You shake your head “still, you seem really uncomfortable and slightly distress” you add worriedly. “How about I help you scratch dear?” You offered him.

Yes, scratching is definitely not the best idea, you know that. But you can’t bear to see him being so uncomfortable and helpless. William froze in his place. He was stunned to hear your offering, but he then quickly shake his head “No! What if your parents suddenly walks in?” He whispered loudly. Despite his words, you can tell that he was a little intrigued with the idea. He’s not sure he’d be able to hide his discomfort any longer.

You shake your head “My father has a habit of thinking a lot in the bathroom and my mother always takes her time perfecting her desserts. I’m pretty sure they’re not going to come in any time soon.” You insist. Your husband looks down at the carpet, he still hesitates to do this but the bites keep persisting to tingle and he’s starting to get mad from the itching.

He looks over to his surroundings, making sure that there’s not a single soul excepts for the both of you before taking a deep breath and nod “Alright, but make sure we make it quick. I wouldn’t want your parents to see this” you smile and nod, you then tell him to turn around so that you’re able to scratch him. William nod and quickly turns around, facing his back torwards you. You move closer to him and start scratching his back carefully.

“Ooohhhh!” In a seconds William melts in your arms like putty as your hands scratch his back up and down. William shivered from the feeling of your hands taking care of his itches that was bothering him the whole night. The more you scratch, the more you shivered.

William bites his lip, it took all of his willpower to hold back the moans of ecstasy he desperately wants to let out. You hands feels amazing on him He continues to lean back into your touch, pressing his back deeper into your nails. “Mmmhh~ Ooohhh~” a soft sigh escaped from his lips. Followed by a small cute moan that he tried hard not to let out. But he finds it nearly impossible consider the amount of bliss and pleasure he’s feeling right now.

Your lips form a thin small smile. It’s a rare sight to see him like this, and you can’t help but to feel amused… it was cute.

You can hear his breath getting heavier. You have a feeling that he’s going to turn into a puddle anytime soon. But you didn’t stop. You keep pressing your hands deeper. His breath hitches, your movements completely caught him off guard. He bites his lip harder until it’s at the point where it’s almost painful. He’s so close into-

Suddenly both of you hear footsteps and the door creaking. William snaps out of his bliss and force to tear himself from your touch. He quickly fix his clothing and gets back to his original position, clearing his throat. He can still feel his heart beating loudly in his chest, but he calms himself down in his seat. Meanwhile you get back to your place, pretending nothing happened.

Desserts ended quickly and you excuse yourself and your husband to head home early. Saying that you both have plans in the morning. They were a little disappointed, but you promise them that you’ll visit more often, so they were pretty happy and let you both go.

You both get inside the carriage and finally take your husband home. You take William into the bedroom and take off his clothes before applying ointment all over him. Soothing the angry bites.

William let out a long relieved sigh. He was glad the night was ove. But he certainly can’t say that he didn’t enjoy it….

*INHALES*

FINALLY!! This fic took me days to write it on a notebook and it took me soo long to write down. But I can tell you that I’m quite proud of this writing.

I hope you guys like it!

[itchkink]

*rolls her shoulders awkwardly*

Uhm hey can you help me with this?

scratches between her shoulderblades Like this?

[chimking-overlord]

I thought of a really good post but I forgot it as soon as I started writing this post so instead have a picture of the back scratcher in my desk I got got cristmass 👍

[lana7779]

Kinktober day 31- Free day!

A mix of light kinks featuring my Breakbert brainrot!

*first pose inspired by lost opium art blog!

[indigo6f00ff]

need to share an experience i had 30 minutes ago

(edit: thanks to @walks-the-ages for providing and reminding me to put alt text, sorry it slips my mind alot lol)

[siyelius]

he’s like that weird uncle that won’t stop randomly showing up for family events despite cutting him off 23 years ago for felony fraud charges

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

easily one of The most inanimate objects of all time

[emiko-matsui]

Ragh Barkrock to Gorgug Thistlespring in Freshman Year VS. Gorgug Thistlespring to Mary-Ann Skuttle in Junior Year

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[radiance1]

Danny: Hey, I need you to be my boyfriend for a week.

Jason: What.

Danny: My parents are coming over and I've apparently accidentally talked about a partner more than once and only realized when they said they wanted to meet them.

Jason, currently still solidifying his power as a Crime Lord: Excuse me?

Danny: Let me get this out of the way, I do not consider you at all a person of romantical interest and a friend. But I need you to act as my partner for only a week until my parents go on their merry way over to my sister, okay?

Jason: Is there, quite literally, no one else to ask this?

Danny: You're my only friend who lives in Gotham, plus we share the same apartment.

Jason: That's almost sad.

Danny: You in?

Jason: Sure, why not.

===

Maddie: Danny, honey.

Danny: Yes mom?

Maddie: I don't mean to.... question, who you choose as your parent but. Well, me and your father was just wandering if he was a... [Maddie gestures with her hand] you know, one of those.

Danny, uncomprehendingly staring at his mother's hand: What.

Maddie: Oh dear, how do I bring this up. You know, one of those.

Danny: Mother I need more context.

Jack: If your boyfriend a crime lord!?

Maddie: Jack!

Jack: What? Beating around the bush wasn't helping!

Danny: Say WHAT?

===

Danny: Hey dude, thanks for helping with this even though you didn't need to!

Jason: No problem, I wasn't doing anything too [Crime Lord activities flash through his mind] important.

Danny: Can you believe my parents thought you were a crime lord though? Weird am I right?

Jason:

Danny: Jason. You are scaring me.

Jason: Haha, yea that's weird isn't it?

Danny: Jason.

Jason: Well, I have to leave now to attend to my totally real and totally not crime related job at the ice cream shop.

Danny: [Squints eyes]

Jason: [Internally sweating bullets]

Danny: Suuuuure, bring me back some ice cream though.

Jason: [Thumbs up and leaves]

[hellonearthtoday]

canon is dead I rule the world. dsmp you are MINE

dsmpblrs ocs shared between the 5 (five) singular people that inhabit this fandom

I'm taking the chance to just talk about my personal dsmp au that is basically canon if you don't think about it

I don't think we as a community wrote enough about demon ctommy. he was always my favorite it just gives him this evil vibe that I think is sooo funny and I always see it in ctommy art but never in literally any fic. and that's fine but imp or whatever-he-is-Tommy will always be real in my heart. in my head he used to be a bird hybrid, but when he died for what was supposed to be the final time they took his fucking wings and gave him cunty demon horns and tail. Death made him emo. for the sake of this narrative his wings used to be white too. Pair this with religious ctommy and you get peak

ctubbo. I think about him a lot. I think personally he wears armor under his coat. You'd think it start to get hot under there, and it does. his solution is to just Never leave the Arctic.

At some point he started developing resting bitch face, because it used to just be resting (autistic face of neutrality) but now he kind of just looks tired all the time. Not like Tommy's rbf where he looks like he's kinda pissed and has a headache 24/7. but at least they're semi matching now. bff's!!! (?) I can't write too much about ctubbo because my cutbbo is like 20 billion contradictions stacked on itself. he's not as simple as my ctommy.

He doesn't wear the red bandana anymore but he can't tell you why and he's not insecure about the scar on his face but he's not proud of it either. I FORGOT TO DRAW CRANBOO AND HIS WEDDING RINGS IM AN ANTI WHAT THE HELLL okay ignoring that blunder, their wedding rings are meant to be on their horns 💔 you can't fucking see cranboos singular (1) horn because it's out of frame, they're too tall.

SPEAKONG OF CRANBOO!!!! snakes in his hair because Hahhaa hattte eye contact????? Medusa???? get it guys get it do you guys get jut

The snakes talk to him. Take that as you will. He's a chronic suit wearer and will literally not wear anything else unless it's under or over the suit. he would like to never try anything new ever he needs this constant in his life or everything will fall apart and the world will end. He knows how to kit up and wear armor but just as a joke he wears random bits of armor in places he literally needs it least. as a fashion statement. Tommy doesn't wear any armor usually bcz who gaf he's not doing that shit

in my perfect world the egg plot in dsmp actually got used better and becsme more than a background plot. it could've been everything. anyway my dsmp au is egg war las Nevadas craziness and I'm right goodnight