#Bathing/Washing

[foundfamilywhump]

direct skin contact in comfort scenes is my ultimate catnip i think. whether it’s whumpee being helped to bathe or shower, their wounds being treated, a bloody or ripped shirt being removed, a massage to ease tormented muscles or bring comfort, just a simple kind of comfort with a hand on their neck or their arm or tucked under their shirt because whumpee and caretaker have that kind of familiarity with each other, it always hits so good. the vulnerability of it is intoxicating. the trust. the intimacy (especially in a nonromantic context).

especially if it’s taken a while to get whumpee to accept this kind of help or comfort. or if they’re someone who is touch starved but extremely selective of who they allow to touch them thanks to trauma. just- make it a flaying kind of moment, a direct i see you, i’m with you. your body is worthy of care and you are precious to me. i’m not afraid of you and you aren’t ruined.

im a sucker for touch in comfort/care scenes generally but this will just always hit that extra specific thing i’m looking for.

[alyssalenko]

Breaking Free

Written for the @loveinfaerunexchange. Astarion gets the hug and intimacy he deserves after defeating Cazador… (I wish we'd had the option to hold him when he was crying after killing Cazador so I wrote it myself.) AO3

Astarion sinks to his knees, a pathetic sob escaping his lips as the dagger clatters to the floor, you feel your heart breaking before dropping beside him and enveloping him in your arms, his body sagging in your embrace. He clings to you, sobbing into your shoulder as you rub your hands comfortingly up and down his back and arms. It takes a few moments for him to pull himself together enough to deal with his siblings and the spawn in the cells, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time, your touch his lifeline, his rock. When you make your way back to the Elfsong, instead of heading for your suites with the rest of your party, you guide him to the baths to wash the dirt and blood and ritual off of him. He doesn’t fight you as you divest him of his pants and underwear, having pushed himself far beyond his own limits, but you want to make sure he knows that he isn’t alone and that you aren’t going anywhere. You hold out your hand, Astarion taking it to steady himself and letting you guide him to the tub, your grip sure and secure as he steps into the water, and sits down slowly, red eyes fluttering closed as you ease into the tub behind him, drawing a small, contented sigh from his lips.

“I’m so proud of you.” You whisper as you run your hands through his white hair, fingertips massaging his scalp.

Astarion leans back against you, his head on your shoulder fingers finding yours beneath the water and lacing them together as you press a kiss to his cheek. Neither of you speak but you don’t need to. Your vampyr is quiet, almost contemplative, still trying to wrap his head around everything that happened and process that Cazador is dead—no more looking over his shoulder; he’s finally free and that’s going to take some getting used to. Luckily, you plan to be by his side every step of the way as he figures out what to do with his newfound freedom. He burrows deeper into your embrace, lifting your linked hands out of the water and staring at them, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You nudge him with your shoulder and give his hand a gentle squeeze as he gazes at the darkness that has settled outside the small window above the tub.

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?”

“You did the right thing, stopping the Black Mass.”

“I know.” He huffs. “That doesn’t mean it stings any less. Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.”

You can feel your heart breaking at the despondent tone of his voice; getting tadpoled, while not ideal, had given him so much—autonomy over himself, the ability to stand in the sun, friends, and love, and he wasn’t ready for all that to disappear. If you have your way, it won’t—you’ll find a way for him to bask in the sun when this is all over and The Absolute is defeated; between Sorcerous Sundries and Gale, you have a wealth of knowledge at your fingertips whenever you need it. You fumble for the soap with the hand he doesn’t have clutched to his heart, and run it gently down his torso and his arms building up a sudsy lather. When you finish you ease him back into the water to help him rinse off before the two of you clamber out of the tub together. You wrap him in a fluffy towel, using the fabric to pull him closer so you can kiss the tip of his nose.

“I’ll be with you either way. I hope you know that.”

“I think I do.” Astarion looks you directly in the eyes as he catches your hands in his, tone shifting to teasing as you gently dry the water droplets clinging to his skin. “Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.” You laugh and he shoots you a small smile, fingers curling around yours as he leads you over to the pile of your clothes, a flicker of vulnerability running across his beautiful face. “There’s…something I’d like to show you, if that’s all right? Something out in the city.”

“Of course.” You nod as you grab your shirt off the pile and pull it over your head, the two of you donning your clothes in companionable silence.

“It isn’t far.”

Astarion grips your hand as soon as you’re both dressed and leads you from the baths, away from the Elfsong and he doesn’t let go as you wind through the darkened streets of Baldur’s Gate to a desolate and out of the way cemetery. The graveyard is appropriately silent—there isn’t a proverbial soul around as he stops in front of a lone headstone covered in ivy that clearly hasn’t been maintained, staring at it for a moment, before he releases your hand and carefully moves the vines. He wipes his hands on his pants and takes a step back so you can read the simple epitaph carved in the stone:

Astarion Ancunín 229 NR—268 NR

And suddenly you realize the importance of this moment, glad he’s finally lowered his walls and is letting you all the way in, trusting you with this piece of himself. His trust isn’t misplaced; you two have been through so much together, and the love you feel for him will never go away—you’ll be by his side as long as he’ll have you and you plan to show him he can rely on you every single day.

“Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there. I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his. Until today.”

You step closer and gently cup his chin in your hand, his piercing red eyes gazing into yours. “You were never his. Whatever he had, he took by force.”

“Maybe, but he did take it. There’s almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock. For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried. Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.” He shoots you a small, tentative smile and it makes your heart soar, but you want to hear him say it—to use his newfound autonomy and voice what he wants, having never had anyone to hear it before or have it matter.

“And what do you want?”

“You…I want you. You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do. I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.”

“You won’t. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

Astarion heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Well, I should probably fix this.”

You watch him as he pulls out a dagger and kneels in front of the tombstone, digging the tip into the worn rock and carving out a number—a new date you realize with a burst of affection. He sits back on his heels, his eyes flicking from the headstone to you and you find yourself gazing at the edited writing; a promise of a new life—a new beginning.

Astarion Ancunín 229 NR—268 NR *468 NR—

You hold back for a moment, giving him time as you cast your eyes around and lean over to pick a nearby white flower from the ground, laying it beneath the epitaph on the soil of what was once his grave. Astarion cocks an eyebrow at you, a small smile on his face, as you kneel beside him.

“Cute. I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough, It’s time to try living again.” He turns towards you and takes both of your hands in his, a wistful smile on his face. “With everything that life has to offer.”

“Meaning…?”

“If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.” He gives you that lopsided smirk you’ve come to expect when he flirts with you as he rubs his thumbs across the back of your hands.

You give his hands a squeeze. “Sounds good to me.”

He drops your hands and rubs his palms nervously on his pants, a shaky breath rattling past his lips. “You know, I didn’t care for you when we first met. But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance. I love you. I love this. And I want it all.”

You smile at each other, Astarion reaching out and cupping your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. He leans forward and presses his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss. He pulls back and cocks his head to one side bracing his hands against your shoulders and giving you a gentle shove. You fall back into the grass, his gaze sweeping over you and you can't miss the hitch of his breath as he takes you in, the look on his face like he wants to devour you and you bite your lip. A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as he crawls towards you, his leg hooking yours to drape it over his hip and the stretch of your muscles at the action makes you gasp. He nestles himself between your thighs and rocks his hips, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss, his mouth opening against yours, tongues colliding as his hands tangle in your hair. He sighs contentedly as you wrap your arms around him, pressing every inch of your body to his.

And you know that this is how you want to spend eternity…

[rolandtowen]

oh - my - god - keep - me from going lunatic, chapter 4

Chapter 4 is live folks! Please heed the warnings on this one. We're diving deeper into the Winter Soldier trauma, so take care of yourselves.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!

chapter warnings: non-graphic discussion of past non-con, description of Bucky's underweight body and scarring, brief panic attack

The morning of the seventh day, Natalia comes to see the Soldier at breakfast. She congratulates the Soldier on its progress so far, and then unveils a sleek, black tablet. She explains that if the Soldier asks JARVIS for information, it can be sent to the tablet. The tablet also has a clock and a calendar built in. The Soldier learns that it is March 3rd, 2014.

“This,” Natalia says, pulling up a page with hourly time blocks, “is a schedule my team and I have developed for you.” The Soldier looks it over. The waking, sleeping, and meal times are the same, but more of its time has been filled with ‘visits’ from other people. Natalia’s name is next to the breakfast time, Sam’s name is on the schedule twice, and the last visit scheduled is from someone called Steve.

Steve…the name is familiar, but the Soldier brushes this feeling aside to focus on what Natalia is saying. “You don’t have to have these visits, but we do have things planned that we think will help you.”

“For…field preparedness?” The Soldier asks. It has not been given a new mission beyond the optimal levels of food and sleep. Maybe the visits are for training, perhaps new protocols must be established here.

Natalia shakes her head. “You are not being prepared for fieldwork. You are…restructuring. Does that make sense?”

A voice in the Soldier’s head mutters clear as mud, but the Soldier says instead: “Confirmed.”

When Natalia leaves, the Soldier returns to a worksheet that the doctor, Rebecca had given it. ‘Cataloguing your inner rules’, it reads at the top. She had said that the point of the homework was self-maintenance, so the Soldier starts with its most blatant malfunction: thinking it is a person.

What did you do that broke one of your inner rules? The worksheet asks. The Soldier referred to itself as “I�� multiple times, it writes carefully.

What rule did your behavior break?

The Soldier is not a person.

Why did you feel bad after engaging in that behavior?

The Soldier should not break rules.

Where did this rule come from?

HYDRA.

What makes you think the rule is good or right?

The Soldier pauses at this question. This rule had been harshly enforced at HYDRA, but here…no one has taken any notice when it had referred to itself as a person. In fact, people keep asking the Soldier for a name, referring to it as “him”. Maybe…maybe the rule is void here. Maybe it isn’t right here.

How does this rule help you?

It keeps the Soldier from being punished.

How does this rule hurt you?

It makes the Soldier’s handlers teammates confused.

Should you keep, modify, or trash this rule?

The Soldier considers everything it–he–it had written above. The purpose of the rule is to keep the Soldier from being punished, and yet…the Solder has not been punished here. And the rule had come from HYDRA, which is no longer active. He–it– he– checks the box for “modify” and moves on to the last question.

What is the best possible version of this rule?

The Soldier might be a person but has not been gifted a name.

He hopes Rebecca will be proud of his self-maintenance.

***

Sam's no occupational therapist, but he did get to watch and learn from them pretty closely in his Master's, so at this point, he's the best person to teach Bucky how to be a human. It's a tragic paradox: the man can fly planes and speak a dozen languages, but he's never been taught how to take a shower or cook or do laundry. Well, he doesn't remember being taught that. Which is where Sam comes in.

Sam's first step is to ask JARVIS if Bucky's okay with him visiting during his afternoon slot. Sure, Sam could just go up to Bucky's floor with just an announcement, but he wants Bucky to have as much say in the matter as possible. Autonomy's some good shit.

JARVIS informs Sam that, yes, Bucky says Sam can visit, and so Sam grabs his backpack and steps into the elevator. When he walks onto Bucky's floor, he sees Bucky sitting at the kitchen table, a worksheet in front of him. Not standing at attention, which is a massive improvement.

“Hey, man, whatcha working on?” Sam asks.

“Self-maintenance,” Bucky says, sliding the paper so Sam can see it. “Identifying thinking errors.”

“That's cool,” Sam nods. “Remember our bet?”

Bucky nods, and Sam could swear his eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Well, I've been thinking I could teach you some things. Things a person would know, like bathing and cooking.”

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “So you can win the bet?”

“Nah, man,” Sam laughs. “Just so we're on a level playing field. I think it's a bit unfair to measure yourself based on ‘what a person does’ if you just haven't had anyone teach you.” Bucky nods slowly in understanding. “If you get through my little bootcamp and still think you're not a person, I guess I owe you twenty dollars.”

“Alright,” Bucky says, “what is the first task?”

“Well, I was thinking we should start with bathing. The most basic ‘person thing’ you identified not knowing. Is that okay with you?”

Bucky nods, standing immediately and beginning to shuck out of his clothes.

“Okay! Hold your horses, let's head to the bathroom first, yeah?” Sam is so thankful at this moment for his classes on aging and dementia, because this is surprisingly not the strangest thing he's seen a patient do. Bucky looks at him, a bit confused, but follows Sam to his apartment's bathroom.

“Alright,” Sam says once they're in the privacy of the bathroom. “There's a couple different ways people bathe themselves. You could either take a bath, which means we'd fill up that tub with water and you sit in it, or you could take a shower,” Sam taps the showerhead, “which means you'd stand under running water from here. Which do you prefer?”

“Shower,” Bucky says immediately, reaching again for his t-shirt before Sam's hand gently stills his.

“Still not nakey time yet,” Sam explains, before pulling several bottles from the shower. “I figure it's easier to explain this without you being all wet. This bottle,” he points to a tall bottle with a pump, “is body wash. You can use your hands or put it on a washcloth. This one is shampoo, and this one is conditioner. These are both for cleaning your hair.” Sam sets the bottles back in the shower before turning on the spray. “I'm going to set it to a temperature I like, and you can tell me if you want it hotter or colder, yeah?”

Bucky nods, studying the way Sam turns the nobs and then switches the water to come out of the showerhead instead of the tap. “Come test this, stick your hand in the spray.” Bucky does, pulling his hand back after a few moments and asking, “hotter, please?” Sam fusses the nobs some more, and the next time Bucky sticks his hand under the spray, a pleased look crosses his face.

“Alright, so I'm gonna stand out here and walk you through everything, does that sound okay?” Bucky nods, his hand creeping slowly to the hemline of his shirt, and Sam laughs. “Yeah, that's right. Now it's time to take your clothes off.”

Bucky does so, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on top of the closed toilet. He steps under the spray, and for a long few moments, he just…stands there.

“Is this how you would clean, before?” Sam asks, and Bucky nods. “Never had hot water, though.”

“Well, you can have all the hot water you want now,” Sam smiles at him before handing him a washcloth. “So, get some body wash on there, yep, then rub it together and get it all soapy, yeah perfect!”

Bucky's a quick study, washing down his arms, chest, and legs at Sam's direction. Bucky's certainly put on weight in the last week, but he's still a bit gaunt, collarbones showing at his chest, hip bones still too sharp. Sam can also now see the myriad of scars across his body. Knowing how badly Steve has to be injured for it to leave a mark, Sam can only imagine what led up to every scar marking Bucky's body. The worst of the scarring is concentrated where the metal arm meets Bucky's flesh shoulder. Bucky hands Sam back the washcloth, breaking him out of his train of thought.

“What's next?” Bucky asks, and Sam walks him through using shampoo and conditioner before shutting off the shower. “Okay, here's a towel for you,” Sam hands him a plush white towel. Bucky takes it with a shocked look on his face. “I get a towel?”

“‘Course, man. There's a whole stack of them in the closet. We can do a lesson on laundry, too.”

“Oh, thank you.” Bucky takes the towel tentatively, drying his hair and the rest of his body, before reaching for his clothes again.

“One more thing,” Sam pulls a bottle from the counter. “Lotion,” he explains. Sam's fine with bathing a brainwashed assassin, but he draws the line at him being ashy. “You might not need it all over after every shower, but I'd recommend it over your scars every day at least. It'll hydrate the skin and should make you more comfortable.”

Bucky accepts a pump of the lotion from Sam, working it into the scars at his shoulder. “How often do people shower?” He asks while getting dressed again.

“Well, it depends on things like how sweaty you get, the kinds of exercise you do, but I'd say a good starting point is at least once every three days.” Sam pulls a wide-tooth comb from one of the bathroom drawers. “Do you know how to use this?” Sam could swear Bucky almost rolls his eyes at him.

“When am I expected to be operational?” Bucky asks, working the comb through his hair.

“Operational?” Sam asks.

“Service-ready,” Bucky replies, turning to face Sam. “Natalia said I’m not here for fieldwork.”

Oh. Still in the Soldier mindset, then. “That’s right. You’re not here to go on missions with us,” Sam says carefully.

“I understand.” Bucky puts the comb down on the counter before turning to Sam. “Who am I servicing tonight?” He asks meekly, eyes looking at Sam’s shoes.

Sam’s stomach drops and feels like it keeps falling for at least three floors. “That’s–we’re not–” he can’t find the words, so he pauses and takes a breath. “When you say ‘servicing’, do you mean…sexual favors?”

Bucky nods, his eyes still not leaving the floor. Sam wants to punch a wall, but instead, he says: “That wasn’t in your files.”

Bucky shrugs, a sad gesture. “It wasn’t an official function.” Sam feels white hot rage. This whole time, had Bucky felt like…like Sam was preparing him? Primping him like some kind of show dog?

“Okay,” Sam takes another breath in through his nose, trying to bring his emotions under control before Bucky thinks he’s mad at him . “Can you look at me for a second?”

Bucky’s eyes flit to his, and Sam can see the apprehension written clearly across his features. “ No one ,” Sam says, softly but firmly, “is going to ask you for that here. Okay? If anyone touches you, and you don’t want it, that’s not okay. Do you understand?”

Bucky’s eyes dart between the floor and Sam’s face. “I–I don’t have wants ,” he locks eyes with Sam. “I don’t understand, I don’t–” his breathing quickens, and suddenly Sam’s catching him, guiding the both of them to sit on the bathroom floor.

“Okay, breathe with me, alright?” Sam exaggerates his inhales and exhales. “We’re just gonna breathe for a few minutes.” Bucky does his best, gulping back air and forcefully exhaling it, and after a few minutes, his breathing evens out, though it remains shaky. “I’m sorry,” Bucky says. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Sam has to resist the urge to take Bucky in his arms and hold him, because goddamn does he look so sad and frail at this moment. “Got nothing to be sorry for,” he says instead. “Nothing’s wrong with you either. You’ve just gone through a lot of shit and you’re figuring it out.”

Bucky’s head leans back, hitting the side of the tub with a thunk, and his eyes close. “I just, I don’t know how to know if I like or dislike or want or don’t want, but everybody’s asking me questions like I do know. ”

Sam shifts so he’s sitting with his back against the tub too. Not caging Bucky in, but still present. “Well, even if you don’t have a label for it, your body is pretty good at telling you what you like and don’t like.” Bucky gives him a quizzical look, so Sam continues. “For me, I hate mushrooms. Don’t know why, always have. If I accidentally get some mushroom in my food, I can tell, I smell it or taste it and my stomach feels all kinds of bad. You ever feel like that?”

Bucky nods. “I don’t know why, but I know the shakes, the ones here? They taste better than the ones at HYDRA.”

Sam nods. “There you go, that’s one thing you like. Your body’s telling you that there’s a difference between the food here and the food before. And today! You wanted a shower instead of a bath, you could tell you wanted the water to be hotter, because your body told you. Same thing with touch, with everything else. Sometimes it can be hard to hear what your body’s telling you, but I promise, your body knows, okay?”

Bucky lets out a shaky breath and picks his head back up. “Is that going to be part of person bootcamp?”

“It can be,” Sam replies. “Or you can ask Rebecca about it. Or both. Or neither. We’re going at your pace here, alright? It’s whatever you want. And no one's going to be mad at you for wanting or not wanting things.” Sam moves to retract his hand, still holding onto Bucky’s bicep from where he caught him.

“Can you–” Bucky starts, then shuts his mouth almost instantly.

“What?” Sam asks, gently.

“Can you…stay?” Bucky flicks his eyes between Sam’s and the hand on his arm.

Sam presses his hand more firmly back against Bucky’s skin, brings himself closer to the man so they’re pressed together at the sides. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, closing his eyes once more. “I think I like it.”

[foldingfittedsheets]

I really hate when one of the cats comes to cuddle and then starts having a bath on me. There’s whiskers in my face and the overwhelming smell of cat saliva and lots of disruptive movement and gross wet sounds.

I know why they do it. We’re buddies. They feel safe with me and trust me to watch their back. But I haaaaate it.

One day my beloved said, “If I could turn into a little cat I’d have a bath on you.”

I looked at them in disbelief, “You know I hate that.”

“But you’d let me. Because you love me.”

I glared and pretended that in a hypothetical world in which they could turn into a little cat I’d be heartless enough to deny them having a licky wash right next to my goddamn face. But we both knew I’d let them. Because I love them.

[foundfamilywhump]

thing i forgot that’s just absolutely peak:

whumpee trembling but determined as they physically guide someone’s hands to touch them in a particular way or particular place. it was so, so scary before and it still is now but they want to reclaim the feeling of being touched there - somewhere they were hurt, or are scarred, or there’s otherwise a traumatic association with. or just somewhere vulnerable. and the person they’re with, who has been trying so hard not to make this scary for them, going along with it with caught breath, barely able to comprehend the trust they’re being given as they’re guided to settle a hand in such a frightening place. they want this to be good - safe, positive, nice.

as a fellow touch starved whumpee enthusiast i NEED ur fave headcanons for it please 🙏

FAVE TOUCH STARVED WHUMPEE THINGS! coming right up! there are so so many things i love here but here’s a handful of them:

the way it physically hurts. hurts in their body, the way their bones ache and they feel cold to their core and their skin feels too tight and wrong. they know what would fix it, how they would feel better, but they can’t acknowledge it. they can’t ask for this.

the shame. the SHAME of it all.

when touch starvation is combined with traumatic touch aversion. touch has been somehow turned into a dangerous and frightening and traumatic thing they had no choice in. but they still want and need this. they’re both equally powerful and so they need something that they fear. they need someone it’s safe to get it from, but how can they explain it? how can they explain that they need something that terrifies them but they still need it, and need help from the person they need it from to make it safe and okay?

when it’s so overwhelming they choke up and can barely speak when they finally get touch, causing the person touching them to be afraid they’re making things worse, going to pull away, and whumpee crying harder and hanging on tight.

skin contact. direct skin to skin touch - cupping whumpee’s face or neck, cuddling in little clothing, helping them bathe. the extra layer of intimacy and intensity to the touch being so direct.

whumpee feeling like they’re doing something wrong when they seek out touch or ask for it. they don’t deserve it, there’s something wrong with them for wanting it, they’re dirty or ruined in some way. the person they want it from, feel safe with, isn’t a romantic partner or a biological parent or someone else really socially accepted to want touch from.

the thing where people assume whumpee won’t want touch after what’s happened to them, or think because of their fear and flinching and shrinking in on themself that it’s too triggering. meanwhile whumpee thinks that no one WANTS to touch them. miscommunication abounds, heightening the eventual moment when whumpee is finally touched.

[4bath-time]

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[14dayswithyou]

This Angel has another question! \o

What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?

✦゜ANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly

cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!

"Think we need more bubbles?"

When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point — and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.

You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.

"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"

"...Why are you all th'way over there?"

'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.

In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept — in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? — Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.

They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.

You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more — only this time, you were right where he wanted you.

"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?

"Much."

"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.

Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to your—

"...'M not doing anything."

"Liar, I can feel you— Ah!"

His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.

"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."

"I-I somehow doubt that..."

"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"

One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down your—

"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection. Bend over the tub f'me?"

[emacrow]

There a ghost in the Watchtower vent!

Batman could only sighed in defeat as the Justice league were searching in the vents again, after Superman heard a odd small screeching sound of an animal coming from it this morning.

Which lead to the Justice league searching around the vents to find the source of the sound. He internally blamed Damian for this after he snuck a odd animal in the batcave, and is still looking for that animal whom may have snuck itself into the watchtower teleportor and got beamed there.

So far they been searching for 8 hours straight with no luck whatsoever. Batman could only sighed and calls comms to get Damian to get his newest attempt of pet adoption.

Which only took 7 minutes as Damian in his robin suit just put down one of alfred's special cookies in front of the vent entrance as the Justice league watch along side as a small odd cat lik-, oh that a tiny alien feral child nawing on the cookie.

He looked 4 year old at most, glowing lararus green eyes feral and dilated with long elvish ears, sharp tiny fangs, white but dirty dust covered hair that look like a rats nest, wearing a toddler sized suit that look otherworldly yet similar to a hazmut suit if it weren't so skin tight looking. He was wearing a glowing green skull on his smol middle finger and a floating crown that remind superman of the fairy odd parents except this was black with blue aurora light fire.

"You are so losing chew toy privileges, danny." Damian huffed as he just pick danny up by his armpits and just begans walked away through the hallway door.

The justice league could only look a bit gaped.

"Where did Robin found that?"

[zeehasablog]

Functional Victorian Washstand

This is a washstand by Kerrigan House Designs, and since released, I dreamed of it being a functional wash basin. I imagined how I could do it, but I lacked the know-how.

NOT ANYMORE!

With the help of Serinion's "Ablution Chamber Basin", I have managed to make this function as a proper bedroom basin, for your sims to do their daily wash!

There's a misconception that Victorians and previous generations didn't bathe at all - the truth is that they didn't sit in a bath, or a stand in a shower on a regular basis; what they did do, is WASH. This is where they would have a basin and jug in their bedroom, and they would use this to wash their smelly parts - or any other part of their body they wished to clean.

This basin functions as a sink - you can brush your teeth, wash your hands, shave your face; as well as take a "sponge bath" OFF THE GRID.

I have added the "Sponge Bath" interaction by connecting the basin with Cepzid's "Sponge Bath at Sink" Mod - so it is required in order for this to work.

Another feature is the mirror; it's impossible for the functioning sink to be in the same file as a mirror; and KHD's washstand did not feature a real mirror. So, I have created a separate mirror that just slots into place. Once placed, it will move with the stand, so you don't have to move things separately.

In Build/Buy, I have put the washstand and the mirror in the plumbing category, right next to each-other, so that you don't have to search around, and go different places to put it all together:

There's six different swatches, which will hopefully fit nicely in whichever room you want to place it!

I have also put lots of slots by the water jug, so you can place soaps and towels or other knick-knacks as you please.

To use this wash stand, you will need:

The file included in this post - Download from my Patreon Here XML Injector Sponge Bath Mod

You can also download the whole "Linen" set by Kerrigan House Designs, which the basin is a part of, here~ (but, not required for this item)

Enjoy!!

Final Note: A huge thank you to my friends on the Sims History discord for all their help and support!

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[darthbloodorange]

Ambrosia Recovery

Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel's Avengers (Game) Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: None Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Pining, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Protective Tony Stark, POV Tony Stark Word Count: 200 - Double Drabble

Summery: After rescuing Steve from the Ambrosia, Tony warms Steve up with a nice bath.

For the: ✦ CapIM Holiday Exchange 2024 Community Gift Prompt: "What happened when Tony returned Steve back to earth after rescuing him from that satellite." (Marvel’s Avengers Game) + "Tony pampers Steve" (Any Universe).

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

"Tony..." Steve mumbles, eyes falling shut.

"Shhh~," Tony says, "It's okay," massaging the shampoo into Steve's hair. "Just relax. I've got you. Enjoy the nice warm water."

"Where'd you even find a tub on the Chimera? I thought all the bathrooms were fitted with showers?" Steve says, opening those soft blue eyes that Tony had missed dearly.

He shifts his position sitting on the rim of the bathtub. "Oh, it's amazing all the things you find just lying around this place..." he says.

"Tony..." Steve says in that tone. The one he uses when he can see right through Tony. Can see right into his core.

Looking at Steve, Tony sees Steve knows that Tony didn't just find the tub. That he built it. Agonized over it. Because Tony wants Steve to be okay. Make sure Steve's never cold again. He doesn't want to lose him again. His heart wouldn't survive it.

"Thank you," Steve says, laying a warm, wet hand on Tony's lap.

"The bubbles are from Bruce, though," Tony says, grabbing a small tub and filling it with water.

Steve laughs, the sound lifting Tony's heart.

"Head back," Tony says, "Gotta rinse."

Steve leans back trustingly, smiling softly.

THE END

[cute-ellyna]

Beautiful like happiness

This started as something else but it surprised me with that turn in the end, so I'm gonna use this to answer to a couple of asks:

@wolfsong-the-bloody-beast requested "Hello! One for the "Questions for your Rook and their partner," thing. Number 1 sounds cute, I think. :D "Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?"

I need another comic for the stroked out part, lol, have faith :) And:

@bronzieinthedas asked "ooh if I may request one of the First Times prompts…. the first time Ayanne looked at Davrin and realised he was The One? :)"

Not exactly "The One" maybe, but this is the first time she thinks "I love you" out loud in her head.

I had another headcanon for that moment, it should have been when Davrin used her real name the first time, probably in the morning waking her up by bringing her breakfast, on the whole "Davrin is a caretaker" theme. But actually I think Davrin starts to call her Ayanne before they get to that point, and when I drew this comic I didn't have that last panel in the script, but it came so natural and I just couldn't take it away somehow. So, be it :)

It still makes sense for Ayanne. She doesn't have like a big epiphany moment that make her discover she's in love. It's something that grows everyday, in the little things, quiet moment of happiness, an unexpected compliment, being comfortable enough with each other to be able to laugh during sex <3

And yeah yeah, I know Davrin is a sex god and I know it's not that hard to manage long hair, but grant me some little exaggerations for the sake of the story, will you? :)

[webdiggerxxx]

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[erwinsvow]

one last thing but i do think about the first time wifey draws a bath for herself while andrew is there. his ears perk up like a dog when he sees you in a robe grabbing a book, telling him you're going to relax with a bath for a bit. he follows you in there which is nothing out of the ordinary, asks if he can sit with you, to which you, of course, say yes. it's hard to focus on your book when andrew is right there so i imagine you two just talk and he plays with your wet hand covered in soapy bubbles. it only takes one more bath before he accepts your offer to join you in the tub, and then i think it would become something of a routine. long soaks with epsom salts and sweet smelling bubble bath and your husband looking comically large, or maybe the tub looks comically small. either way he likes the feeling of your back against his chest and your heads resting against each other. you like to touch his arms and hands and pretend that you're helping him clean up. he really likes helping you wash your arms and legs and doesn't even mind how the water splashes onto the floor when you inevitably ride him slowly in the tub. you never do end up finishing a book during your bath time after that.