Oh The Urge To Ask For A Poly Yautja Fanfic With Both A Male And Female Yautja

Oh the urge to ask for a poly yautja fanfic with both a male and female yautja 🧎‍♂️

I need help to find a fic, reader is afab and is getting chased by the slashers and they flash the slashers(show tem tits to the slashers) if any of you guys know please tell me the name

This made my night

imagine the reader washing the slasher's hair like they do in salons. (i bet most of em dont wash their hair, and it could be relaxing!!)

Washing the Slashers' Hair:

Thomas Hewitt

You just wanted to take care of your man! And he can't say no to you.

He deserves some pampering!

So, you take the time to properly wash his hair, to detangle it. Making it soft and making it smell nice.

Thomas loves the smell of your soaps and hair products, they're much more appealing than his plain soap.

But Thomas doesn't care much about having soft hair or his hair smelling good.

He's more interested in your tender touches. Turns out, he's a big fan of scalp massages.

Though, he's so tense most of the time that any massage would probably feel good.

Overall, the whole thing is just relaxing to Thomas. Afterwards you can see that he's less tense, that you efforts had been useful and that it had helped him relax. It's what he deserves.

Michael Myers

Surprisingly, you can get Michael to shower. Only because your constant chastising him about getting dirt or blood on your bed annoys him. It's easier for him to just shower.

Still, he just cleans off the grime, he doesn't exactly take good care of his hair.

For short haired Michael it isn't really a problem, but you still offer your services.

However, it becomes a much bigger problem for long haired Michael. Can you imagine the tangles in that mane?!

Either way, he's reluctant. Why would he want you to wash his hair, he washes it just fine, right?

You've never seen a man look so grumpy to get his hair done (you're just impressed that you managed to get him to comply).

The longer his hair is, the longer it takes because you have to detangle it.

Then you can finally get to work on washing it!

Not the most grateful for a scalp massage but it's somewhat enjoyable, it feels nice.

You can't help but groan to yourself the next day when he returns with his hair a mess once again. Well, it was nice while it lasted and he couldn't say you didn't try.

Brahms Heelshire

One of the first things you think when you officially meet Brahms is that this man needs a shower.

After a little while, you bribe him into bathing with the promise of washing his hair for him.

He just thrives off of the attention you're showing him.

His head tilted back and his eyes closed as you thoroughly clean his hair. Rinsing it and repeating just for good measure.

At some point, he will open his eyes and just watch you while you work. It's a little unsettling but he's just admiring you.

Is grinning ear to ear when you mention how much better he looks now he's all clean. It was totally worth it.

However, he will now often refuse to bath unless you wash his hair.

Bo Sinclair

Why would ya want to do that? Doesn't understand and refuses. It's stupid.

However he will give into your pestering eventually, telling you that it better be worth his time.

You make sure to go all out just to annoy him. Even playing some music you know he likes quietly in the background.

He lets out a sigh as you get to work, smirking to yourself when you notice him being to relax and untense.

Internally he's thinking 'damn, that's good', but of course he wouldn't admit that out loud.

Gives you more of a "Yeah, it was alright, don't see what the big fuss was about though" when you're done but you know he loved it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent's hair needs some TLC.

He just has a habit of getting wax in it and not taking care of it very well.

But you're there to help!

He just lets you tend to him as you gently rinse his hair, combing out the lumps of wax and the knots he failed to remove himself.

You're so careful and gentle, Vincent can't help but close his eye as you work.

Give him a scalp massage and he'll just melt into your touch.

He just loves the attention you are showing him, the care you are showing him.

It becomes a bit of a regular thing, you washing Vincent's hair. You just take care of it so much better than him, it definitely has nothing to do about how much he enjoys it...

Seriously though, his hair hasn't felt that soft in a first time.

It also becomes a pretty regular thing for you to tie his hair up before he goes down to his workroom, to avoid getting more wax in his hair or damaging it further.

Lester Sinclair

When you offer, he certainly isn't going to turn you down but he isn't exactly sure why you would want to wash his hair for him.

He'll be the first to admit that he neglected his hygiene plenty of times but he washes regularly ever since you came along! Is he not cleaning enough? Do you think he smells? Is it really that bad?

You reassure him that it's not because you think he's dirty, you just want to help him relax. He stops worrying so much then.

Lester loves it.

His head lolling back comfortably as you gently scrub his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Damn, Sweetpea. You're real good at this" he'd compliment as you worked, a blissed out smile on his face.

His eyes shut, his shoulders slumped, he could probably fall asleep from the feeling of your pampering. It's just so nice!

When you offer again in the future, he won't hesitate for a second to let you work your magic.

Bubba Sawyer

Jumps at your offer. He thinks he washes his hair just fine (he already uses the scented soaps and stuff that you have because he just likes how they smell), but he's more than happy to have you lend a hand.

He just doesn't expect for having his hair washed to feel so...nice.

He can feel himself just relaxing under your touch, smiling to himself whenever you hum to yourself.

He's not too used to such tender touches and care, not before you came along away, but he loves it and laps it all up every time.

Gives you little hums and babbles of approval when you massage his scalp, wanting you to know that you were doing an amazing job.

It basically puts him in a trance, he feels so relaxed afterwards!

Do it right before the two of you go to bed and he'll sleep better than he ever has.

Billy Lenz

This boy definitely needs a good shower, he's been hiding up in that attic for who knows how long and we all know he didn't wash up properly during that time. His hair is likely a tatted mess as well.

It takes a while to earn his trust enough for him to let you wash his hair. Thankfully you were able to convince him to shower in the past, but he just didn't know how to look after his hair very well.

Now, you have Billy in the bath, fidgeting a little as you comb out his hair. He's pretty dramatic whenever you catch a knot but you never hurt him so he begins to relax.

Quickly realises that he enjoys the pampering. Maybe because it feels nice, maybe because he's finally getting those pesky tangles out of his hair, maybe because he loves having your fully attention, or maybe it was a mix of it all. Either way, he loves it.

Absolutely melts if you massage his scalp. Will fucking whine when you do it.

Might even fall asleep as you tenderly wash his hair.

He's definitely going to want you to wash his hair again, like every time he has a bath.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Showers and washes his hair daily so it's not something you really need to do. Plus, he would prefer just to do it himself anyway.

You hadn't even considered offering, not until he got injured. It wasn't anything fatal but he got into a pretty bad confrontation with a victim, of course he came out on top but he got pretty beaten up in the process. Leading him to coming home sore.

He needed to wash up and headed to the bathroom to do so.

You watched from the doorway, frowning at every little hiss or grunt of pain. It was strange seeing him vulnerable like that.

You had approached carefully, gently offering to take over for him. He huffed but gave in, it would just be easier this way.

You helped him clean up and then offered to wash his hair, since it had become slightly matted with sweat and you knew that would bother him.

The most you get from him was a sigh of contentment, it still made you smile, knowing your efforts were appreciated.

It's silent but comfortable.

And afterwards, he'll offer you a bit of praise for your efforts.

He takes good care of you but you take good care of him too.

Otis Driftwood

"No you can't fuckin' wash my hair!"

Cut to you washing his hair.

With enough determination, you can get Otis to do all sorts of things you want him too (even if he won't admit it).

Will grumble and complain about it at first, pretending that he isn't enjoying it.

However, you notice his muscles starting to relax and how he even starts to lean into your touch.

Admittedly, Otis showers more regularly now that you're around and kind of insist on it but probably washes his hair with soap.

You have his hair feeling much softer and shiner once your done, he really doesn't care much about how his hair looks or feels, but he will at least admit to himself that he enjoyed your efforts.

Baby Firefly

Baby washes her hair regularly, using scented products, so you don't need to worry about that like you would with her brother.

She doesn't need you to wash her hair but when you offer, she just can't resist a bit of pampering.

Will probably make it a whole spa day.

Will hum approvingly as you wash her hair, especially when you massage her scalp. She just giggles when you tell her to stop overreacting.

Praises your work afterwards, you did a good Doll!

Will return the favour! Today you pampered her, pick the day and she'll give you the same treatment.

She just enjoys taking the time to treat each other like that.

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Hello there

Can I request some Rick sanchez × fem!reader headcanons?

-> Request type: Headcanons

-> Other notes: Ooc Rick maybe? Implied sexual stuff.

He 100% won't do PDA if you initiate it. But you might get a smack on the ass or heavy make out sension in public if he's feeling possessive. He loves letting people know you're his.

Doesn't usually get jealous & has way too much pride to admit it, but you've notice men who flirt with you or men you use to talk to suddenly disappear mysteriously.

Will immediately send the pervert or creep hitting on you to the Razor dimension without hesitation.

Will come into your room drunk one night crying about how he's scared of you either dying or leaving him for someone better.

Won't admit it but he doesn't think he's good enough for you.

No one in the multiverse is good enough for you. You're too perfect to him.

He loves taking you on adventures with him and Morty, he always takes you too cool alien restaurants and stores.

Will absolutely ask you too get high on some alien drug, but he won't force you to.

If you do get high 9 times outta 10 it turns into something more, there's no avoiding it with this man.

You guys usually fuck in the back of his spaceship.

You once almost died on an adventure and this man has been high alert ever since, this man's soul nearly left his body seeing you injured.

He always makes you any cool gadget you ask for (like he did child beth), and even takes you to other dimensions to try the more dangerous/risky stuff out.

A huge softie in private. He loves when you play with his hair. He'll occasionally lay his head on your lap when no one's home. He also loves having you on his lap. He 100% will pamper you with kisses.

He can't sleep at night without cuddling you. Once when you were on vacation he flew all the way to you just to cuddle, telling you how he hasn't slept since you left.

He loves seeing you wear his white jacket or blue shirt. He thinks it looks cute on you.

Probably prefers missionary or having you on his lap facing him. He loves the intimacy. He enjoys seekng your beautiful face and being able to look into your eyes or kiss you.

drunk! rick sanchez x (afab) saed! reader

TW: SA

basis of the fic is reader was saed as a child, significantly affecting reader’s ability to have an intimate relationship with anyone

sorry if this is formatted weird i have no idea how to post on tumblr

disclaimer this is in no way meant to romanticize sa! all i hope to do is bring comfort to those who have been victim to it. my condolences to anyone who is unfortunate enough to have experienced this, and please don’t hesitate to reach out to someone if you are currently suffering from abuse!

“Y-blueeergh—Y/n!” Rick spouted, droplets of an alcohol and spit mixture escaping from his mouth.

“What, Rick?” you hesitantly looked over at the drunk Rick.

“I’m- I’m so fffucking drunk right now, Y/n. I- I might shit my pants, I might do it” He belched.

“That’s- that’s interesting, Rick. Thank you for that information,”

“Y-yyea, Y/n,”

Silence spread throughout the room, though the intoxicating smell of alcohol remained.

“What- whatchya’ working on, Y/n?” Rick questioned as he stumbled his way to your desk.

“Just, uh, nothing. Nothing that’d you be interested in, I guess,” you responded.

“Are- are you fffucking kidding me? Let me s-see,”

You shuffled out of the way, giving Rick a clear view of your desktop screen. He gave a slow nod of approval, though he could barely register the words on the headache-inducing screen.

“Y/n. Say- say something funny. You’re funny, Y/n. Haaahahh,” he drunkenly rambled.

“Rick, I think- I think it’s time for you to go to bed,”

You began to push Rick out the door, using the sheer force of your weight to guide Rick’s drunken body.

“What the- what the fuck are you d-OOuhing?”

Instead of responding to his question, you carefully placed his arms around your neck. His place on the ground, balanced, now became completely dependent on you. Slowly, you began to walk towards his bed. His head lay atop yours. You tipped him over, allowing him to fall onto the bed.

“C-come on, Y/n. Lay- buUUrrrrgh- lay with me,” Rick requested.

“What?” you questioned, dumbfounded by Rick’s new, undiscovered affection.

“It- it’s alright, baby,”

The pet name was completely unfamiliar to you, and it send uncomfortable shivers down your spine.

“Rick, you’re drunk,”

“YeAAh, I fffucking know,” he replied hastily.

He grabbed hold of your wrist, sending your body into a state of shock and repressed memories. You feebly attempted to pull your hand back.

“G-God, Y/n, why so- blueergh- tense?”

Though he was ludicrously drunk, his sense of empathy was still intact.

“What’s- what’s wrong, what’s up with you?” He inquired.

“Nothing? What’s- what’s up with you?” You stammered nervously.

“No, no- something’s definitely- blueergh- up with you right now,” he insisted.

You uncomfortably avoided his gaze.

“Y/n, s-sweetie, what’s the problem?”

He propped himself up using your shoulder. He towered over you.

“Rick, seriously just- just go to bed,” you prompted.

“But- Euuurrhhhg- but- Y/n, I want you first,”

You stayed silent for a second, unknowing of how to respond to his rather seductive-sounding statement.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you said as you stepped backwards hesitantly.

“I- I mean I want you, Y/n. I want- I want you, you- blueerrgh- you fucking dumbass, Y/n,”

“Rick, you’re drunk. Just lay down, I’ll get you a cup of water or something,” you insisted, still strategically avoiding his gaze.

He groaned in response.

“You- you can never catch a fucking hint, Y/n. God,” he complained.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” you replied.

“I’ve done- blueerrgh- everything, Y/n. I’ve hit on you so many t-times you- you fucking moron. I even told you directly,” he said.

“Rick, I- I don’t know if I can,”

“Why- why the fuck not?”

“I don’t know,” you explained, half-assedly.

“What the- blueeegrh- fuck type of explanation is that?”

“Fuck, Rick, use your context clues or something,” you sighed, having already given up on having a sensible conversation.

“Alright, Y/n, we- we can do this later. Just- just lay with me, we don’t have to- bleeurgh- do anything,” Rick requested in a soft tone.

“Okay, okay,” you hesitantly accepted.

You climbed into the bed, feeling Rick’s tall presence beside you. He carefully slid his arms by your side, pulling you closer. Your tired body quickly became known to you again.

“God-bueeerrghhahh-damn angel cakes, you smell like fucking heaaaven,” Rick whispered, almost to himself.

You gave a tired giggle before instantaneously finding sleep in the tempting comfortability of Rick’s mattress.

timeskip the next morning

The faint sound of rustling beside you disturbed your peace of mind, allowing reality to seep into your head. You rubbed your fatigued eyes, slowly opening them. Rick stood there, staring strangely at you. It was more a look of agitation than curiosity.

“Mind telling me why the fuck you’re in my bed?”

“Wh- what? I don’t know,” you replied groggily.

Your memories came flooding back to you. The memory of Rick admitting he wanted you was one of the first memories to find it’s way back.

“Eurrgh- I remember now,” you said.

“What? Remember what?” Rick interrogated.

“God, nothing. Don’t worry about it,” you said, your morning fatigue still affecting your mood.

You had to admit, it was a bit strange to be around Rick after that. It also gave you a strangely familiar feeling of uneasiness. You hopped out of the bed, starting out of the bedroom. You abruptly stopped and turned to face Rick.

“Rick, do you remember last night? At all?”

“No. Fuck, have I ever remembered a blackout, Y/n?” He retorted with an agitated tone.

“That’s good,” you said in reply.

“…What? What the- blueerrgh- fuck do you mean ‘that’s good’?” Rick questioned.

You shrugged and continued on your way out the door.

another timeskip yea

Rick hastily made his way to the couch, where you lay napping. He transmitted himself into your brain, where he could view all your past memories. He started, of course, with the previous night. He found himself cringing at his own half-assed ‘confession’. Succumbing to his curiosity, he found himself going deeper into your memories. He had unknowingly found the “repressed memories” section of your brain.

Rick left your brain in dismay. A sudden understanding washed over him, and a feeling of guilt with it. He shook you awake gently.

“H- blueeerrgh- hey Y/n, I was about to get some ice cream from the Gloppydrop System, you- you should come with. If you want, I- I don’t care,” he said, grabbing his portal gun nonchalantly.

“Yea, I guess I’ll tag along… if you want,” you agreed, rubbing your eyes.

“O- eurrrrgh- okay. Hurry your ass up,”

i do plan on making a second part to this

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