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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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Something Else: Bode Leone x Reader (NSFW)

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One of Bode’s favourite things about being out on parole is the upgrade in shower facilities.

In prison you get ten minutes in the company with at least one other person, you try not to look but it’s incidental. The water was always freezing cold or scalding, there’s no in between. It was different at fire camp, you get fifteen minutes to yourself but the water pressure was shitty and the temperature tepid at best.

At home with you he gets as much hot water as he wants for as long as he wants, and baths…

They are a game changer after a hard day working construction or volunteering with Cal Fire.

Another thing he enjoys is the aromatherapy aspect. He’s used to relying on the shit they have in commissary and then what Cap was able to source from the General Store. It was always nameless, scentless, rough on his skin.

When he comes across the Wild & Sage stall at the Farmer’s Market he’s overwhelmed, he’s always liked the idea of natural products he’s just never been able to try them due to his legal predicament.

“I don’t know what to choose.” He says softly to you, his fingertips trailing over the silver reuseable containers. “There’s so many…”

“That’s what samples are for.” You say quietly, taking his hand in yours. You dab your fingers into the moisturising cream before spreading it across the back of his hand. He raises it to his nose inhaling it and that scent, the woodsy overtone, it makes everything feel a little lighter. His skin feels softer, less tight, less dry.

He spends over thirty minutes in front of that stall, talking with the vendor, trying all the samples. He works out what he likes, what he doesn’t like. He ends up spending a small fortune on toiletries, something he’s never done in his life.

“It’s nice to see you investing in yourself.” You tell him, when you come back from the florist with a bouquet of sunflowers tucked into the crook of your arm.

He smiles when the bathroom door clicks open, he sees your shape beyond the frosted glass, hears the sound of your clothes falling onto the tiles. This is the other thing he likes, the company.

“Hi.” He murmurs as you step underneath the stream of water with him.

“Hi.” You say, your fingers threading through his damp hair as you press against him.

“God you feel good.” He whispers against your lips, your fingers wrap around his cock and he inhales sharply because the sensation of your hand working him over, it’s bliss.

“But this is better right?” You tease, your thumb tracing over the tip of his cock.

He moans into your mouth because you, you have magic hands. He’ll never get tired of the way you touch him, the light brush of your fingertips, the steady intense pressure of your palm. The ecstasy, it builds in the base of his spine, searing through his synapses as you stroke him a little faster, a little harder. His breathing becomes ragged, his kisses messy, he’s right there at the edge of the precipice when your pussy envelops him.

He can’t think, he can’t breathe, all he can do revel in the sensation of that tight wet heat as it grips him.

“Baby.” He drawls as you clench around the tip of his dick. “Fuck baby, fuck!”

He comes so fucking hard that he sees stars, his release spilling into you. When he pulls out, it coats the head of his cock. You grasp his shaft, smearing his spent all over your pussy and he almost loses it all over again. You kill him with this shit, he swears to God, you do.

“You are something else you know that?” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest coming to rest upon yours. “Truly you are.”

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yourhellishdaddies · 3 months

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prompt: how Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer might take care of their baby who’s sick? (I’m alright with sexual / incest etc elements since this is more of a kink for me ^^) thank you!

[oh this is good timing cuz I'm p sure I caught a cold lmao 💜]

{Caring for you when you're ill}

Featuring Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer.

As soon as he realizes you're not feeling like yourself, he is wrapping you up in a blanket and placing you in a nest of pillows.

Fretting and getting his feathers all ruffled, whether it's just a small cold or something more serious, he's freaking the hell out.

"Here, let me take your temperature. No no, don't get up! Save your strength, sweetie. Daddy will take care of everything. Just try to relax."

Doting to the point of being overbearing. Refuses to leave your side for a single moment. Carries you with him to the kitchen if you're hungry, to the bathroom if you need it, etc.

Always petting your head or rubbing your back. If you need to vomit, he's right there with a cool washcloth, holding your hair back for you and whispering words of comfort to you.

"There, there, darling. Just let it out. Daddy is right here, okay? It's alright..."

Decides to put you in a diaper so you don't have to get up as much, if you're not already wearing one. He has no problem changing you or dealing with a mess. Will bathe you each and every time you have a blowout.

Makes you homemade soup and spoon feeds you in his arms. It's alright if you can't finish it, just as long as you try to get something in your belly.

Gets you the absolute best medicine available. Doesn't force you to take it if you don't want to, though. He just wants you to feel better as soon as possible! May try to coax you into taking it by mixing it into some food if he feels like you really need it.

Sings you lullabies to help you fall asleep. Absolutely adores how small and fragile you look, knowing how much trust you put in him to watch over you.

Seems slightly annoyed that he actually has to put in effort to care for you now. Not that he doesn't care, he actually hates seeing you not feeling well. But he also doesn't really have any experience caring for someone who's sick. He doesn't want to make it any worse.

"Aw, geeze kid, really? Alright, alright, c'mere. Daddy's got'cha. Shhh, it's okay."

Picks you up and carries you to the living room, setting you up on the couch with the TV. He'll put on your favorite show and watch with you.

Awkwardly tries to comfort you. Wipes your nose and pats your back, wraps his wings around you to quell your shivering.

If you're really sick, he'll actually get his ass into gear and put forth a decent effort.

Cleaning you up, making sure you drink enough water, cursing under his breath whenever you moan or groan uncomfortably.

Unintentionally discovers a new kink when you puke all over him.

"Oh, shit- H-hang on, baby. S'no big deal, lemme just- ah fuck, I'm hard."

Despite how awful you feel, you can't help but blush when you notice how flustered he is.

Leaves you for just a moment to change clothes and beat off really quick. He'll fuck you later when you're not feeling like shit.

When he returns, he holds you extra close, leaning his head on yours.

Gives you medicine even if he has to hold you down. You need to get better.

Plays you soft songs on his guitar to lull you to sleep.

The most experienced, and therefore the most comforting. Knows exactly how to soothe all your aches and pains.

Has absolutely everything under control. Calm and collected, giving you a reassuring smile.

"There's no need to worry, my duckling. Daddy can cure whatever ails you!"

Has one of those weighted and scented plush ducks that you microwave for warmth and aromatherapy. Lets you cuddle with it and keeps it constantly heated with his magic.

Sings you little nursery rhymes and gently rubs your upset tummy while you lie on your back.

Similar to Stolas in how doting he is, but not quite as overbearing, allowing you to rest on your own if you wish.

Always giving you little kisses and baby talking to you, making you smile and even laugh!

Puts on puppet shows for you when you're bored from lying in bed all day.

If you can't sleep, he'll sit up with you and hold you in his arms, gently rocking you while soft music plays.

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asimplearchivist · 5 months

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𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐗𝐕

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu was unfamiliar with the concept of self-care, but it would seem that he's unexpectedly well-versed in others. pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse word count ☾ 2.9k a/n ☽ ⤏ my fourth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters. ⤏ this took a turn I didn't anticipate. khonshu kind of got away from me, tbh. have a flirty old bird I guess? (@angel-of-the-moons I feel like you might enjoy this one.🤭) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY ☽

What are you doing?

The rumbled words emerged from the shadows hemmed up in the corners of the bathroom more like a disinterested observation than a question.

“Would you care to take a guess?” you offered, opening your eyes and glancing towards the dimly lit silhouette having knelt in front of the door.

The warm, humid room was cramped and ill-suited for more than one person to occupy it at one time, but that fact didn’t seem to have stopped Khonshu from materializing at your side—likely in pursuit of tracking down your exact location since you weren’t in the living room or your bedroom like you usually were at this hour. It was a slow night in London, for once—the police channels had been quiet all evening, so you hadn’t felt the need to be prepared for the moon god’s urgent beck and call. Ru was winding down from school and homework with Lizzie watching her favorite baking show, and your portable speaker played music at the necessary volume to disguise your murmured responses to the lunar deity’s incredulity.

Bathing. In the dark. He tilted his skull. The electricity is not malfunctioning.

“It’s meant to be relaxing.” You raised a hand out of the steaming water to indicate the row of flickering candles lining the broad posterior lip of the tub flush against the wall. “And I can see perfectly well.”

He leaned forward, hands planted on his thighs not unlike a child, and you noticed that his staff was propped against the door frame. You are…self-soothing?

He must have picked up that term recently, as you’d definitely never heard him use it before. “Sort of. More like self-care. Liz offered to keep Ru entertained so I could get a breather until supper’s ready.”

Hmm. Khonshu sank back into his haunches. So you simmer yourself…and to what end?

You chuckled, pulling your legs up and folding your arms across the tops of your knees—modesty was a foreign concept to the ancient being, having associated with a culture that dwelled in the desert and thus rarely utilized complete coverings save to block the harshest of sunlight—and while you’d mostly grown accustomed to his penchant for invading your privacy at inopportune times, you didn’t particularly want to explain the entire premise to him with your chest on full display. “Hot water benefits the human body in many ways—relaxed muscles, improved moods, and the like—not to mention the positive effects of aromatherapy and inhalation of steam.”

Is that why you’re steeping a tea bag?

“It was a bathbomb wrapped in cloth with flowers and stuff in it—that’s why the water’s purple. It’s scented with lavender and chamomile. Smell it?”

How could I not? It has fumigated the entire room.

You shrugged. “At least it’s nice—better than BO, anyway.”

His shoulders scrunched in the only approximation of a frown you’d been able to determine. I see little point in any of this frivolity.

“Have you ever had a spa day, Khonshu?”

The inexpressive dimensions of his skull could not morph to adapt to his dripping dubiety, but it didn’t have to—his once uncanny stillness spoke enough to it.

“It’s nice,” you continued, ignoring his skeptical grunt. “With all those priests and priestesses fawning over you in your temples, I figured you’d have been pampered a time or two over the course of several thousand years.”

We were only allowed to interact directly with our avatars—we oftentimes utilized them as oracles, or spoke to the priesthood through statues, visions, dreams, or signs. Khonshu pushed his shoulders back. They would tend to our sculptures and reliefs as if they were our bodies, make offerings to them, enact rituals in our names, but…nothing quite like this.

“That’s a shame. I think a deep-tissue massage would do you a lot of good.” You reached for the exfoliator and the bar of soap and lathered up the perforated weave in order to scrub yourself so you’d at least look semi-productive. “Maybe some moisturization wouldn’t hurt…last time I saw your elbows, they looked crusty as hell.”

At first you thought you might actually have rendered him speechless, but you should have known better—another cursory peek in his direction revealed that he was merely observing.

I do recall a similar practice, he responded, tapering his beak down towards you, although it was generally utilized in preserving the khat of the mortals that journeyed west.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. It wouldn’t offer you much of a vast improvement, then, huh? There’s not a whole lot I could do for a mummified bird.”

Khonshu scoffed, but said no more.

You began to wash your body in earnest, starting with your face, then moved down your neck, shoulders, arms, torso, pelvis, legs, and feet. You tried to reach around to tend to your back in the same way, but you winced as the action tugged at sore muscles beneath your shoulder blade—a scuffle with a carjacker the night before had resulted in him collapsed unconscious in the street, and you hadn’t trusted the police not to run him over in their haste to capture him (as well as a glimpse of you in their ever-persistent effort in pinning down the identity of their local do-gooder vigilante), so you’d had to drag him onto the sidewalk with…mixed results. The man had been big enough that he could have carried the car away with him, if the whim had so struck him, instead of hot-wiring it.

Allow me.

You startled as Khonshu’s hand curled over your arm to grasp the porous swatch of sudsy material. You watched, enraptured, as the gauze binding his flesh receded like sand slipping through an hourglass to reveal the pockmarked, ashen skin underneath—but you had only a glimpse before he withdrew with the stretched loofa.

Give me your back.

You twisted adjacent to the length of the tub and leaned forward obediently, deigning not to comment upon it. You supposed that wet wrappings wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation for anybody.

Khonshu imitated your earlier actions, although he was unexpectedly gentler. He dragged the loofa in rhythmic circles from the nape of your neck steadily down, from side to side, to the small of your back—then, to your continued surprise, he placed the fabric on your thigh before cupping his hands in the water and pouring it over your skin to wash away the suds. He then wiped away the rest, the roughened texture of his fingers softened by the soap and water, the pliability of your skin, although you noticed this touch lingered far longer.

You said nothing as he began to explore the typography of your spine and ribcage, seemingly subconsciously. To be such a hardass about almost everything, as well as an unforgiving sparring partner, you had almost forgotten how careful he could be. A foolish notion, really, as you were fully aware of how he treated Ru like porcelain on the verge of shattering—he always had. The methodicality of it lulled you into a trance-like state, your eyelids drooping as you leaned into both of his hands, now working in tandem to press and stroke the tension out of your muscles.

…When was the last time someone had touched you like this? You couldn’t recall. Your ex-husband hadn’t usually utilized this intimate a method of aftercare, even while you’d been trying for a baby. You’d been too busy with Ru and chores during the day to schedule an appointment, although you suspected that a deep-tissue would do you a world of good—Khonshu’s armor always healed your wounds if you wore it long enough, but it still often left you stiff if you’d hyperextended yourself during combat.

Khonshu dug the heel of his palm into that one incredibly tender catch under your shoulder blade. You sucked in a breath and winced, your entire back going rigid against the pain that lanced up into your neck. His displeased grunt was much closer to your ear than you’d anticipated, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him out of your periphery to see that he’d hunched over you.

You did not tell me that you were still in pain, he finally rumbled sternly. Why did you release the armor before you were healed?

“I am healed,” you told him, “just a little sore. It’s normal. I guess it doesn’t stitch everything back together exactly where it was before.”

He grumbled in refutation, but tapped his fingertips against the arch of your spine. Relax. It will only grow worse if you are tense.

“It’s not exactly—comfortable!” you squeaked, jerked forward to avoid the insistent digging of his fingers.

Of all the methods he could have used to steady you, reaching up and curling the length of his hand around the column of your throat was decidedly not what you would ever have expected. Your pulse leapt against the perfectly measured, unoppressive pressure he applied, and—in spite of the copious amount of heat flooding your face—you had to admit that it worked to keep you as still as a statue.

An inexplicable warmth—tingly like the slow creep of magic his armor provided to alleviate your wounds, but far more concentrated (and if you didn’t know any better, you’d have remarked that it almost felt like lidocaine)—wreathed his free hand as he began to knead the tightness out of the problem spot. You groaned softly as he did so, the vibration of the sound resonating through his hand and tickling your throat in turn, squeezing your eyes shut as you twitched on reflex to avoid the pain. Even with his magic’s numbing ability, the injury must have been worse than you’d initially anticipated because it swept right around the curve of your ribs and under—

“Hey!” you gasped, lurching away from those long, beguiling fingers as he followed the muscle to your torso and almost brushed the underside of your breast. This caused the blade of his palm to dig into your jugular, pitching your voice into a broken, if muffled, squeal. “Whoa, watch it—that’s off-limits!”

You’ve a rib out of place, he deadpanned.

“I could have my sacrum detached from my pelvic girdle, but that doesn’t mean I’d let you fondle my ass to fix it, either,” you hissed, trying to pull away, in vain.

Why must you be so stubborn? he groused, pressing his palm into your side directly over the rib in question. His soothing power sank into your body, and you had a hard time resisting the relief it brought. I had no intention of groping you.

You’d thought your face couldn’t grow any hotter, but you were promptly proven wrong. You told yourself that it was strictly the proximity of another person that was causing your uncontrollable reaction, that it had been years since the last time you’d been in such a compromising and vulnerable situation, not that it was Khonshu specifically. (You had always been shit at lying, even to yourself, admittedly.) “I, uh…sorry. Just…wasn’t expecting that.”

I did not mean to startle you. The curve of his beak descended over the slope of your opposite shoulder and the golden, emblematic crescent moon bound over his chest brushed against your back. …Just know that if I ever touched you in such a manner, there is no question that you would be anticipating it, Srit mwt.

You mouthed a curse and dropped your head as much as you could manage with him still holding you in place in hopes to hide your utter mortification. He should not have been having this effect on you. Khonshu was many things, but sexual was not a word you had mentally associated with him at any point.

You remembered, idly, that your research into his mythos had revealed that he was regarded as a god of fertility.

“Uh-huh,” you responded lamely, swallowing and surrendering to him just so that it would be over sooner. You’d planned on soaking for a while after washing up to enjoy the hot water, but now all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and scream into your pillow until your heart stopped drumming itself into a tattoo against the inside of your thoracic cavity.

Then the god of the moon had the the nerve—the fucking gall—to chuckle; a low, raspy noise that carried into your ribcage like a subwoofer ricocheted sound through a vehicle. You needn’t worry. I do not extend such invitations lightly…and I am not particularly inclined to commence anything that could not be completed.

Fuck. Honestly.

You were familiar with the banter the pair of you had shared over the years of serving as his avatar, but you’d never known him to…was he flirting with you, or were you imagining things? Surely not. He despised humans, humanity in general, thought himself above mere mortals to the point that he only associated with whomever he’d selected to be his Fist at any given time (as far as you were aware, anyway).

This was new. It was foreign and unexpected and completely out of character for him. Just when you’d thought you had pinned down his personality, he’d gone and revealed another aspect of himself—like a phase of the celestial body he represented. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, per se (quite the opposite, in fact, if you were to be totally honest with yourself; you’d made somewhat suggestive remarks to him in passing before, mostly for humor’s sake, but he’d never before responded in kind), but it was disarming you in a way for which you never could have prepared yourself.

He had seen you naked before—numerous times, in fact, much to your chagrin, since he couldn’t be bothered to at least knock on something before he appeared out of thin air—but he’d never acted like he’d even noticed your body, nor had he ever cared about the modern concept of modesty. You’d learned to live with it, had grown accustomed to him appearing at the most inopportune of moments. You’d just assumed that he might not even feel any attraction whatsoever, or at least not towards you.

Was that assumption incorrect? Had you misread his body language all this time? Was he just worryingly skilled at hiding any reactions he could have had? You hadn’t a clue—you didn’t know what to think, especially since you swore you could feel each individual crease on his cool, coarse palms against your heated flesh. He was a dominant entity, controlling out of necessity given the nature of his creed, but you’d never thought that it could carry over into a context quite like this.

…Of course, you’d never thought he’d offer to help you bathe, either, but here you were: naked, wet, and as vulnerable as one could be, trying very hard to hide exactly what he was doing to you simply by touching you comparatively chastely in sharp contrast to what the tone of his voice might have indicated.

You cleared your throat, realizing that you’d been quite a little too long. You could almost hear his smug grin—if he were even capable of displaying it in his primary, decayed shape. “...Thanks. For the…for the help. I feel a lot better now.”

Impatient, as always, he tutted. Just a moment.

“No, really, I’m good, you’ve worked your ma—gic!”

The sharp, high noise that escaped you as his hand compressed your rib and set it back in place with a dull click was worse than you could’ve imagined. Khonshu, mercifully, withdrew as quickly as he’d approached, leaving you reeling and dazed. You sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth against the urge to cringe, and probed your side experimentally.

There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it, hmm?

“If you weren’t a literal deity that could smite me from this plane of existence, I would offer you some very choice words on the quality of your bedside manner.”

That has never restricted you before. Khonshu’s spindly form creaked as he stood and straightened to his full height (or as close to it as was possible, given the bathroom’s low ceiling), leaving you shivering in the humid air he stirred in his wake. Although I doubt you will complain that I finished the job that you failed to allow the armor to finish.

“Well,” you started indignantly, “I guess I can count on you to finish everything I don’t, then, huh?”

A beat of silence passed, and that was arguably worse than anything he could’ve said in reply.

You dropped your head into your hands and groaned. “Forget I said that.”

He had the audacity to laugh at you. Should you ever require assistance, he crooned, all you need do is to call my name. I will hear you at any time or place.

You reached a hand back to deliver him a solitary finger, refraining from the urge to crawl into the drain and drown yourself. “I think I’ve had about enough of you tonight, thanks.”

If that’s all you can take, then I worry that you couldn’t—

“Shut,” you ground out, “the fuck up.”

Khonshu laughed as he slipped back into whatever the hell sort of fifth dimension he lived in when he wasn’t plaguing you with his insufferability.

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Something something parallels blah blah blah.

Steve doesn't need to be held. He doesn't need anyone to protect him, to put themselves in harm's way for him. He can take care of himself. He doesn't need anyone to do it for him.

Still. He knows he needs to let people he loves do things they want for him sometimes. He doesn't really understand why Tony is so adamant about washing his hair while they relax in the tub, but Tony so rarely asks for things, especially if someone has the power to turn him down. If he was brave enough to ask, Steve can't help but reward him for it. He doesn't understand the appeal--it's just hair. He used to take a bar of soap to it until Tony firmly put a bottle of shampoo in his hand while they showered together. Maybe this is sort of like that. Maybe he thinks Steve is still somehow washing his hair wrong.

Tony has him lean back on his chest. Steve isn't used to being the small spoon. He's uncomfortable with it. He worries he'll be too heavy. But Tony doesn't complain, even pulls him to lean more weight against him. Tony is strong, he reminds himself, leaning his head back against Tony's shoulder. Tony regularly moves machinery around his workshop. Steve across his chest when he wants him there probably isn't a hardship.

Tony uses the shower wand to douse his hair. Steve closes his eyes against the reminder of sea water on his face. The water is warm, smells like lavender. It's nothing like the Atlantic. He lets out a slow, shuddering breath as Tony threads his fingers through his hair to make sure it's saturated. Fights the urge to tip his head back into his hand.

Tony turns the water off, hand still cradling his head, and Steve feels shampoo being squeezed onto the top, wet and cold against his scalp. It smells sweet, too. Not like lavender, but floral still, maybe. Tony seems to like florals. 'They're supposed to be calming,' he remembers Tony saying. 'And I need all the help I can get.'

Steve's breath hitches in his throat as he feels both of Tony's hands threading through his hair now, gathering up the shampoo and lathering it up. He lets out a shuddering breath as Tony begins scrubbing, fingertips rubbing gentle circles against his scalp. It loosens something in his chest, something that had been sitting there like a block of ice, wrapped around something he suddenly realizes was withering without his indulgence. He leans more fully on Tony, wanting to close his eyes but too afraid he'll simply fall asleep under Tony's tender care. He doesn't want to miss a moment of it. He wants to remember this.

Tony scrubs for what feels like hours. Steve loses himself in it, the gentle circles and quiet murmuring of Tony explaining the history of aromatherapy and why he thinks chamomile is a better option for him, not as cloying as roses or potent as lavender. Steve sinks further against him, breath shuddering again as he realizes how much thought Tony has put into this, into him, knowing that the serum makes him sensitive to scents and doing his best to accommodate his needs. His throat feels tight. His eyes burn. Tony just wants to take care of him. Why does he have such a hard time letting him?

Tony finally, heartbreakingly, pulls his hands free of his hair, dropping them to rinse in the bath water before he reaches for the shower wand again. Steve closes his eyes to savor his fingers threading through his hair again as he works all the shampoo out. Wonders how he can ask Tony to do this again after he'd obviously been reluctant this time. He's never felt like this before.

"Conditioner?" Tony asks, and Steve hates conditioner, hates how slimy it feels in his hands and on his hair, but he dips his head in a short nod anyway. He thinks it'll be fine if Tony does it, and he wants Tony's hands in his hair as long as possible, massaging his scalp, cradling the weight of his head.

It's over too soon. Tony uses the shower wand to rinse the last of the slick conditioner from the back of his neck, his shoulders, then sets it aside, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Steve can't bring himself to speak, throat still feeling tight with emotion.

"...Steve?" Tony asks, and he sits up, leaning forward to look at his face with a concerned frown. He must not like what he sees, because he immediately goes pale. "Steve! Are you okay?! Did I hurt you!?"

Steve has no idea what he's talking about until he tilts his head, the angle making him suddenly aware of the tears still rolling down his cheeks. Weeping, his mind supplies as he lifts a hand to wipe them away. He's weeping.

"Steve," Tony says, eyes sad, and reaches out to cup his cheeks, hesitating before they reach him, as if Steve's tears might be his fault.

But they're not, Steve realizes himself as he grabs Tony's shoulders and drags him into a kiss, open-mouthed and wet, teeth clacking with how desperate he is to get their lips together. It's not Tony's fault that Steve forgot what it was like to feel cared for. His only regret is he can't pour even an ounce of how intimate it felt into their kiss. He felt more whole having his hair washed by someone he loves, someone who loves him, than he's ever felt in his entire life, and he doesn't know how to tell him that, find the words to make him understand.

"Steve," Tony whispers against his mouth, tender and hurt, and he thinks maybe Tony understands, as Tony wraps his arms around him, lets Steve pull him close, kissing him until all Tony can do is pant against his mouth. Maybe Tony understands that Steve is never going to be able to thank him enough for it except to ask for it to happen again. He tries to convey how much he loves and appreciates Tony through his kisses, through his hands moving over his body, and he knows it's never going to be enough.

But he'll keep trying. Steve will keep trying every day to show Tony how much he loves and appreciates him for making him feel cherished. Because he may not need to be taken care of, but God, he wants to be.

#ideas #stony #i read one (1) story of a man weeping because his girlfriend washed his hair #and he wasnt used to the simple intimacy of it #and it's stayed in my mind since

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dateless-bar · 6 months

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The Ways Primarchs Sleep (headcanon)

Lion

He sleeps like a statue. Lying still, eyes closed and hands resting on his chest, yet his sword is close by. Not all slight noises disturb his sleep; he only reacts immediately to approaching threats, a habit ingrained in him during his early training in the forest. Little known to many, the sound of crackling fire or running water actually helps him sleep better.

Fulgirm

He wears the highest quality silk pajamas, shimmering like satin. Before bed, he performs stretches or yoga-like movements, lighting his personally blended aromatherapy and sometimes playing soothing slow-paced melodies. Moreover, he's very sensitive and picky about the quality of his bedding.

Perturabo

Truth be told, he rarely sleeps; most of the time, Perturabo spends it in front of his workstation. Illuminated by the light of numerous screens, it's hard to discern any significant difference between his face being awake or fatigued, but the toll of overwork is evident in the dark circles beneath his eyes. When things wind down, he might end up sleeping in front of his workstation, stacked with piles of data boards and design blueprints. At these times, his Iron Circle would not allow anyone into his room. And it's only in the solitary metal house he built himself that he manages to sleep.

Jaghatai Khan

He prefers to sleep in his own tent, usually on his side. Inside the tent, there's typically a blend of ink, grape rose wine, grass, and sweat in the air. And if he happened to have been galloping across the Chogoris grasslands earlier that day, witnessing the breathtaking vista of dusk descending from the high horizon, then he'd surely sleep well that night, lulled by the sound of the wind.

Leman Russ

Russ has been sleeping on the backs of wolves since he was young. The fur of the two giant wolves makes the best bedding for him, and the wolves have accepted him as one of their own. Sometimes, Russ would hold a bottle or even a barrel of wine, drinking until he's half-drunk before falling into a deep slumber. He drools a lot, making quite a messy scene. However, the times when he can sleep carefree like this are becoming fewer and fewer.

Rogal Dorn

Dorn often presents a stern and almost harsh image of himself in front of his subordinates, and most people almost think of him as an iron man. However, like Malcador and a few others, they know that when he rests, he wears simple plain robes and sleeps in his own room, covering himself with or holding onto his grandfather's tattered small blanket. He enjoys the moment when Phalanx docks on Terra, and the external snow slowly swirls down onto the ship's deck.

Konrad Curze

A can only fall asleep in complete darkness. He curls up into a ball and stares into the darkness, vigilant for any signs of movement. If there's even a slight change in the darkness around him, he'll hiss and stare at it without blinking until it returns to complete darkness. If he must sleep, his usual sleeping hours are typically from before dawn until dusk. He grinds his teeth, and Fulgrim has tried to change this, but to no avail, much to his frustration.

Sanguinius

When Sanguinius was first discovered by the people of Baal, as a young child, he would almost always sleep huddled up with his legs drawn close or lying flat on his stomach because lying on his back or side could potentially press against his wings. Fortunately, later on, the imperial craftsmen customized a very comfortable bed for him, but these sleeping habits still affected his posture. His sleep quality wasn't good, and he had been troubled by prophetic dreams for a long time. When he woke up startled in the middle of the night, he would wrap his wings around himself.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus prefers firm beds, even mechanical ones, which may be related to his early childhood spent nestled against the disassembled drop pod after landing on Medusa. The sound of machinery brings him a sense of comfort. He prefers warmer environments to colder ones and rarely covers himself with anything while sleeping.

Angron

Oh, you really want to ask that question? Well, commendable courage. According to Arkhan Land's understanding of the Butcher's Nails, Angron has never had a moment's peace since having this despicable creation implanted. The melody of the Butcher's Nails is like an incessant malicious metronome, making sleep an unattainable luxury, let alone rest. During his rare moments of quietude, saliva and blood would flow from his mouth, and his eyes would be devoid of life. Angron detests sleep, but perhaps his shattered soul yearns for true slumber.

Roboute Guilliman

In the past, Guilliman led a highly efficient and organized life. He was someone who would promptly go to bed at a set time, possessing enviable self-discipline. His bed was high and adorned with a complete set of bedding, including neatly arranged bed curtains (seriously, who does that?). At first glance, the bed appeared very modern, with even an alarm clock timer and books for reading placed at the bedside.

Mortarion

For Mortarion, sleep isn't about rest, but about recuperation for the next battle or task. Therefore, his resting times aren't fixed; he usually takes short naps a few hours before a battle to replenish his stamina. Before going to sleep or upon waking up, he sometimes drinks a bit of poison wine to maintain his condition.

Magnus

For as long as he can remember, Magnus hasn't slept much. For him, closing his eyes is a time for meditation and soul wandering. While ordinary people sleep, he roams the ethereal realms with his spirit, observing and deciphering endless knowledge from the cosmos, even making contact with the Emperor far away on Terra. During meditation, his attendants surround him with beeswax, plant essential oils, and aromatic ointments.

Horus Lupercal

He's someone who struggles to fall asleep due to excessive pondering. Typically, he'll pour himself a drink in his private cabin and contemplate, or gaze at the Emperor's portrait on the wall. Sometimes, his thoughts during the day and at night are completely different.

Lorgar Aurelian

He prays before bed, using a specially crafted censer to burn frankincense and myrrh. However, his prayers often last longer than his sleep. In his youth, if his behavior didn't meet Kor Phaeron's expectations, he would be required to wear the penitent garb. Although this couldn't leave much of a mark on a Primarch, he has grown accustomed to the pain and restraint.

Vulkan

Vulkan is accustomed to falling asleep near the high heat and clanging of the forge, and his sleep quality has always been good. However, things changed after he was killed and resurrected. In the period after his resurrection, not only did he not need sleep, but his mind was highly focused — according to Vulkan himself, it was not a pleasant experience.

Corvus Corax

His dark circles aren't because he sleeps little, but rather they're innate. However, his excellent night vision and hearing often keep him from sleeping at night, so his sleeping patterns are irregular. He feels more at ease during the night than during the day.

Alpharius

This... one? Two? A group? In any case, they defy definition. But if they were to close their eyes and sleep, it might be difficult to discern who is who. However, when they're on a mission, they appear to be perpetually active and don't seem to need sleep. Because you can never tell which of the Alpharius before you is actually Alpharius.

#primarch headcanon

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missamyrisa2 · 8 months

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no joke your teases are the best out there! pls can you do one where the stretched out tickle target is getting a public full on deep massage tickling at his waist/flanks?

"I think we've got a squirmer~!"

The booth's perky spiky blonde hair announcer paces past your view, holding back a snicker in her voice as it broadcasts over the quickly growing crowd. Maria similarly is holding back a smirk as her toned but delicate hands spread over your back, each tapered finger seeking out a sensitive zone on your sides. You writhe on the table, joining them in attempted restraint ~ but yours is one holding back a very un-manly stream of sounds. Who would turn down a free massage, after all?

Her swishy floral wrap glides past sending a momentary breeze of relief ~ until you hear that unmistakable sound of a cap being flipped open and plastic being squeezed. "It looks like our pro masseuse is going to apply some of our signature aromatherapy oils to our loooovely lovely volunteer. How lucky!" You weigh your options, feeling Maria's approach, sensing her fingers flexing and wiggling towards your midsection once more. You could get up and run, being totally exposed for what sounds now like a large crowd.

Too latee~ you don't even get to the next thought before those expert fingers are digging into your love hands, rubbing deeply and intentionally coating the sensitive areas with the sweet scents. The squeaks start to slip. You press your legs down, curl your toes, grasp at the air. But you're losing your grip. The crowd notices too, with teasing voices piping up. "He's definitely ticklish!" "Aww, poor dear." "Definitely definitely a sensitive one." "That's so cute!"

And it's too much, the words, the touch, the now open snickering of the peppy hostess. Maria isn't letting you escape those sensations either. You feel her long dark locks grazing your back as she leans in for a better position. Her hands work up your waist, fingers pressing in to find those zones and stimulate them with little intense rubbings. "That's what I thoughttt~" you hear her twinkly voice murmur, right as your giggles start to tumble out despite your attempts to keep a deeper composure in your voice~ and you hear it amplified as the hostess announces "Let's see how our guy is doing!" and puts her microphone right under your pinkening face.

"Hear that folks? He likes it!"

The crowd erupts into excited squeals and snickers. "Oooh get him girl!" "I wonder where else he's ticklish?" "Gawwsh I lovee when guys are ticklish~" You're openly struggling now, body wiggling and trying to avoid her touches. Maria tsk tsk tsks and uses her considerable strength to direct you back down. "Ah ah. Don't fight it~ this is all for your health now" She tuts, and shares a knowing giggle with the hostess.

"What we see here are the sensitive zones, riiight along here. And ooh here!" You let out your silliest sounds yet when she draws a long manicured fingernail up your side and down your back and across your flanks. She's openly assisting Maria in tickling you now, and the crowd is loving every moment. There must be fifty people now amassed, and more coming. You can hear the snaps of phone cameras, and the replay of your own sounds as they preview the clips they're taking before posting.

"What do you think folks, shall we flip him?"

The words are barely out of her mouth before the crowd is cheering and hollering in agreement. Maria responds in kind, poking you rapidly on your sides. "Come on ~ come on! Come on pancake, flip over now~" The teases and prodding finds you unable to resist and you are now flipped, your tummy feeling more sensitive than ever. You glance for the first time to see the crowd and cannot believe how many adoring curious faces look back. You catch eyes with a girl who raises her wiggly fingers calling out "tickle tiiiiickle~!" Right as the massage resumes~

Maria bears down on you, her hands covering your sides and waist with an expert grip. Tight, massaging, and rubbing with deliberate motion. You hold back for only a moment before erupting into cackles. You try to rise up and she puts you back down with that authoritative tongue clicking. Nooo~ you are going to be thoroughly massaged for this crowd it seems~<3

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 11 months

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Can I please request HCs for how Killian will comfort and reassure a reader and the reader is his gf, who had unhealthy coping skills. But Killian teaches you new and healthy coping skills, then dotes on you all night long ❤️❤️❤️ tysm and remember to take care of yourself❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Killian helping with coping

As killian walked through the door, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. It was way too quiet, and you didn't come down to greet him like you usually do. He puts his things away, takes off his shoes and then begins to walk up the stairs to your room. When he opens the door, he sees you pacing around. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly. He can tell that you aren't in the best state of mind right now.

You stop pacing for a moment and take a shakey breath in, before shaking your head dismissively. He frowns and walks up to you, taking your hands in his own. He then moves your arms to be draped over his shoulders. He cups your face and kisses your nose, "hey, its gonna be ok. I promise." He whispers. You dont answer, you dont have to, because as soon as the words leave his mouth he is guiding you to your bed and sitting you down.

"Wait here." He says simply, before walking away. He comes back with one of his blankets, his fluffiest one, and wraps it around you. He then hands you a notebook and a pencil. "Write down all your feelings for me, so i can understand. Is that ok?" He asks, coming to hug you tightly. You nod and begin to scribble your thoughts down. While you are doing this he lights a few candles for aromatherapy. He also turns the lights down low, as well as turns on some rain noises.

When you are finished, he reads through what you wrote. It doesn't matter what you wrote, wether it was angry, sad, happy, etc. Whatever you wrote for him, he simply folds up and sets aside. He kisses your forehead and tells you how good you did. He then pulls you into a laying position, making sure you are comfortable as he wraps his arms around you protectively. "Now that you've written it down, just forget about all of it. Focus on me, ok? It'll all be better in the morning, promise."

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #killian lynch x reader #killian x reader #killian lynch

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cutest-bunny-writings · 2 years

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could you write headcanons for namjoon dating an autistic chinese female reader ?? pretty pls 🫶🫶🫶

Hi, Anon!🥰

Unfortunately, I don't assign ethnicities to my MCs because to me that feels like gatekeeping. (Is that the right word?) I hope you understand my decision.💜

I did have a conversation with @vvh0adie about {Namjoon X (f.)autistic!reader} and now feels like a great opportunity to publish it.🥰💜

His Princess

Warning: the sexiest consent moments🥺🥰, Namjoon exercising his big man rights, fluffy softness🥺, mentions of meltdowns and hypersensitivity, sweetheart!supportive!Namjoon, a touch of jealous!Namjoon.

Note: Sorry, I'm so soft rn.😭

Pairing: Namjoon X (f.)autistic!reader

Literally trying his best 24/7

Pressure therapy is 100000000000/10 would recommend

The hugs😩

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Is this okay?" - for ANYTHING

Got rid of the super rough pillows on the couch because you fall asleep there ALL THE DAMN TIME

He's practically wrapped around your ring finger

Will carry you places with one arm if you ask or say it's okay

Likes to put you on his chest and rub your back

He sometimes has to use ✨~aromatherapy~✨ on you sometimes during super bad meltdowns

"Tell me what I can do to make it better."

"How can I help you to feel better?"

Will read everything on this fricking Earth about autism so he can know everything

Encourages his friends to interact with you

"I know she likes to play with my hands so don't panic if she does that to you. It's just a thing she does."

(They all secretly faen over your cuteness.)

One time Tae goes in for a hug but gets grabbed by Namjoon

"No hugging. That's my privilege."

Mans is not afraid to sit his butt down on the ground and just admire you sitting on the couch watching a movie

"My little princess!"

Respects your personal space

Just tell him and he'll leave you alone, no hard feelings

You fell asleep on Jimin once

Namjoon's still mad that he didn't notice until you woke up two hours later

You committing sweater theft 24/7

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My asks and submissions are always open!😘

I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years

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Autumn Falls: Friday

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms, comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

Only Negan was beside her when she woke up the next morning, rolling onto her side to meet his smiling face. She smiled back, a little shyly, which was ridiculous considering what had happened between them the night before. “Morning,” she murmured, propping her head on the pillow. “Where’d Sam go?”

“Had to leave,” he replied softly, shifting a little closer. “You sore?”

Stretching, she moaned under her breath, feeling the tenderness between her legs. “Some.”

“How about a shower?”

It didn’t take much to convince her to join him under the hot spray, and she shouldn’t have been surprised when he was on his knees less than two minutes later, one of her thighs hooked over his shoulder as he lapped at her sensitive folds. She wasn’t sure she would have anything left to give after the last three days but somehow, Negan had her coming again under his skilled tongue, and he didn’t stop even when she was slumped against the tiles.

“Get under the water,” he groaned, getting to his feet as she dragged him with her. “It’ll make you feel better.”

He wasn’t wrong. The hot spray soothed every ache and bruise, and she hummed happily when Negan kissed her, blindly groping for his erection as they crowded under the water. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he moaned and gasped, pulling back to look at her with dark eyes.

“What’re you doin’?” he slurred.

“Showing my gratitude,” she whispered, using her free hand to pull him into another kiss. He hissed when she tightened her grip, beginning to stroke him with a steady rhythm, dragging her thumb over his sensitive tip to add to the sensation. Precum wept from his slit, adding to the water to slick her path.

It didn’t take long for him to spill over her fingers and belly, and he moaned into her mouth as he came, pulling her tighter against him until she couldn’t move her hand anymore. The sticky mess between them washed away with the spray, but they didn’t part, continuing to kiss for a few minutes longer.

Negan grabbed the soap, pulling away enough to start washing her down, and she returned the favor, both of them stealing soft caresses as they went, until she could feel her fingers wrinkling. He turned the spray off once the suds were gone, stepping out of the shower and giving her a spectacular view of his ass.

“Can I ask a question?”

“That depends what it is,” he shot back, holding out a towel for her.

“Is there anyone who works here that isn’t over six feet tall?”

Negan chuckled. “Megan’s only five ten.” She scowled at his flippant response, covering herself with the towel and starting to dry off. “Don’t you like the tall dominant types, sweetheart?” he crooned, and she turned her face away, biting her lip in an attempt to ignore his teasing.

Once again, he wasn’t wrong. She did have a thing for tall guys, though she hadn't realized how much of a thing. It was another moment of reality setting in; she’d slept with four guys in a week, when before she’d never slept with that many people in a year.

As if sensing her sudden tension, Negan stepped up behind her, placing his large hands on her shoulders. Calm swept through her, and she turned to him, looking up with a guilty expression. “Do yourself a favor,” he murmured. “Stop overthinking this. Look how much fun you’ve had, that you’re still having. You don’t have to preoccupy yourself with real world shit here, darlin’. Just enjoy the ride. There’s nothin’ to feel guilty about, no consequences.” He leaned in, kissing her softly, and she moaned, pressing her hands against his wet chest. “Roll with it.”

Her stomach rumbled loudly, and she ducked her head. Negan laughed under his breath, catching her chin to make her look at him again.

“Dean’s waitin’ for you in the kitchen downstairs.”

“Dean?”

He grinned. “Your companion for the day. Happens to be Sam’s brother. And he likes food.” His hand closed on her ass and he squeezed, kissing her one last time. “Get yourself dressed, and I’ll take you down there.”

The kitchens had not been part of the tour, and she was expecting a busy area when she walked in. Instead, there was only Megan, which seemed to puzzle Negan, who looked around when they walked in.

“Mornin’, Y/N,” Megan chirped happily. “Uh, Dean’s just dealing with a problem out by the pool, he’ll be back in a -”

“I’m here, I’m here,” another man announced, strolling in with a smile on his face, his attention zeroing in on Y/N. She froze at the sight of him, a little taken aback by how pretty he was, and she almost jumped out of her skin when Negan chuckled. “Sorry, man, the grill fucked up on Tom last night and he asked me to take a look.”

Negan frowned. “Is it fixed or do I need to make a call?”

The man dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. “Nah, just a blocked valve,” he explained before smiling at Y/N, offering his hand. “Hi, I’m Dean.” His smile was dazzling, and she was a little too caught up in his perfect jawline to answer for a second.

“Y/N,” she finally replied, taking his hand and shaking it.

“You’re even more beautiful in person,” Dean murmured, winking at her, and she grinned, taking her hand back. “You hungry?”

“Very.”

Megan disappeared and Negan chuckled, resting one hand on the small of Y/N’s back and leaning in. “Enjoy yourself, princess,” he rumbled, and she shivered, glancing at him as he walked away and disappeared out of the same door as the other woman. Dean waited until he was gone before looking back at her with a smile, gesturing to the large metal countertop beside them.

“Can I assume we’re cooking?”

“You definitely can,” he replied. “I think brunch is on the menu.” He reached over, pressing a small set of buttons on the countertop. At the further end, a television suddenly popped up, emerging from an almost invisible seal, and at the same time, another panel lifted and slid to the side, revealing a stove top. “Man, I love the fancy gadgets they got here.”

“So are you a good cook?” Y/N asked.

“I’m… competent,” he laughed. “My brother will tell you my mac and cheese is the greatest. Or he would have when he was six anyway.”

“Sam, right?”

Dean smirked, eyes darkening. “Yeah,” he drawled. “Heard you met him.”

Heat filled her cheeks, and she leaned on the counter, watching the screen load up with what looked like options for cookery shows. “Oh, I like Gordon Ramsey,” she said, unsubtly changing the subject.

“Let’s see what recipes he’s got then.”

One thing she realized she missed most of all, as she and Dean created chaos in the kitchen, was doing things with other people. She remembered being in college, always having something going on, and it shocked her to take stock of what she did with her life now. The only thing she really had outside work was reading books, and she knew that returning to her life, she needed to make some change. There was a new confidence to her now that she was sure had only come from being here, and she was beginning to worry that the vacation would be over too soon, that she’d never feel this good again.

Brunch ended up being a little bit of a disaster but not an inedible disaster. They made pancakes, eggs, and bacon, followed by waffles with melted chocolate and fruit, snacking as they went before sitting on the stools at one end of the counter to tuck in.

“How did you find the other activities?” he asked as she chewed on a mouthful of pancakes, trying not to choke as she remembered the “activities” he was probably not referring to.

“I liked the hike,” she said, once she’d swallowed her food. “Wasn’t so good at dancing, I guess I’m not as fit as I was in high school.”

“Dancing?” He grimaced. “I think I can manage a dad dance now and then. What was it, like a rumba?”

She giggled. “No, just like a waltz. Thor was very patient with me stamping on his feet.”

He grinned, shaking his head as he picked up another bite of food on his fork. “Lemme guess at Sam’s - yoga, right?” A nod confirmed his guess and he chuckled. “I don’t know how anyone can do yoga. It’s so boring.”

“I enjoy it, or I did. Something I’ll probably pick up again when I go home.”

“You gonna pick anything else up again?”

She nodded, pushing the last piece of her pancakes around her plate. “I think I need to. I spent so long just… in this funk, and it kinda feels like I’m starting to be me again, y’know?”

A smile spread across his face, only making him all the more handsome. “I get it,” he replied. “Sometimes you need something to pull you out.” He watched her for a second, then picked up one of the strawberries from the bowl between them, dipping it in the chocolate sauce. “Wanna try?” he asked, voice low and seductive.

Roll with it.

She opened her mouth, leaning in as he fed her the sweet treat, his gaze focused on her lips as she bit into it, a drop of sauce clinging to her lips when she pulled away. Dean instantly reached out to wipe it away with his thumb and she grabbed his wrist, licking the sauce from his thumb with more of a flair than required. His jaw dropped and his eyes darkened, his whole demeanor suddenly changing on a dime.

“I thought I was supposed to seduce you,” he murmured, pulling his arm back when she released it.

“Maybe I’m feeling a little more myself than I thought,” she whispered back, getting to her feet and sliding towards him, slotting herself between his muscular thighs.

“Oh?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip as she slid her hands over his chest, feeling the thick muscle underneath the black cotton. He watched her, unmoving, mouth slightly agape as her fingers curled into the edges of his flannel overshirt. “I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, more to herself than him. Dean gave a light nod, dropping his gaze to her lips as she closed in.

He tasted like the syrup from the pancakes, sweet and tangy against her tongue, and she moaned into his mouth when his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her flush with his crotch. His lips parted, drawing her in, both of them growing hungrier by the moment.

Their location suddenly flooded back to her and she froze, jerking back. “Won’t someone walk in?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No one’s around,” he assured her, tugging her back into his arms. She smiled, sinking into another kiss, feeling his fingers creeping up underneath her shirt. “Take this off,” he whispered, pulling the fabric up. Y/N acquiesced without hesitation, and Dean’s hands cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing them together before shoving the bra up too, exposing her pert nipples. His mouth was instantly around one, and she moaned, tipping her head back as he sucked it into a hard bud.

“Take yours off,” she whined, plucking at his shirts. He released her breast with a wet pop, smirking up at her as he released her to grant her request. Underneath the layers was just as firm as she expected and she couldn’t resist pressing her hands against his pecs, running her palms over the smooth muscle. “Damn,” she muttered. “You really are pretty.”

He snorted. “Pretty?”

“Guys can be pretty,” she defended with a giggle. “What would you prefer? Handsome? Gorgeous?”

“Sexy,” he purred, pulling her into another kiss, sliding his fingers through her hair while using his other hand to snap her bra open. It fell and she shook it off before letting him pull her against his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, and her hips rocked into him instinctively.

His hand moved between them, unbuttoning her pants with one flick of his fingers, and she shifted to accommodate him as he tugged them down enough to slide his hand inside. She gasped into his mouth when his fingers found her wet underneath her panties, and he stroked two against her folds, swallowing down her whimpers.

He watched her as she leaned into the hand cradling her head, keeping her hands on his shoulders as he worked his fingers inside of her. Her breaths came in desperate little pants, hips rocking lightly into his touch, and when he twisted his arm to get a better angle, he pressed his thumb into her clit. The action made her jerk and whine, her whole body trembling as he worked her higher.

“Oh, god,” she panted, “oh, god, please, fuck me.” Her legs shook, the peak of her orgasm forcing her to tighten her hold on him so she didn’t collapse.

Dean withdrew, getting to his feet as he licked his fingers clean. “Hands on the counter,” he ordered, unbuckling his belt to shove his pants down. She turned, gasping when he pulled hers down too, using his feet to kick her legs apart. The sudden roughness made her wetter and she moaned when his fingers rubbed against her again, coming away with fresh moisture on them. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted, fisting his cock with her juices.

“Please, Dean…”

A low laugh reached her but her attention was on the pressure at her entrance, the threat of his thick cock breaching her. She wished she’d gotten a look at the rest of him, though she could feel how big he was already just from the burgeoning penetration.

“Goddamn,” he groaned as her heat enveloped him. “So fucking tight too… fuck…”

She gasped as he filled her, his groin coming flush with her ass as he held himself deep. It was difficult to concentrate on breathing, and her head swam with arousal, forcing her onto her elbows. He started to thrust, short and sharp, punching a high-pitched yelp from her on every stroke. His height had her on her tiptoes, and each stab of his cock filled her with ecstasy, dragging her headlong into a climax that left her slumped over the countertop.

He withdrew when he felt her shuddering, almost tackling her down onto the floor until she was on her back before tearing her sneakers and pants off, and shoving his own further down. His hips pinned her legs apart as he entered her again, and when he was pressed deep, he pulled her right leg up, tucking it under his hip. Her cries were cut off with a kiss, and he started to move again, fucking her into the cool flooring.

“Wanna feel you cum one more time,” he growled, slamming into her, “and then I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Okay,” she whined, too cockdrunk to say anything else. Dean grinned, lifting up onto his knees, getting more leverage to thrust into her. The world faded away as she spiraled, each wave of pleasure getting stronger until she was sure she would be dripping down his thighs.

“That’s it,” he groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. “Squeeze my cock, baby.”

She screamed, and the sound echoed off of the metal cabinets. Trembling from head to foot, she rode it out, Dean’s warm climax adding to hers, trickling down the crack of her ass. He slumped forward, nuzzling at her cheek, coaxing her into a kiss as he let her come down from the high.

When he finally withdrew, she hissed, biting her lip to silence the noise. He looked at her in concern, tilting his head. “You okay?”

“Little sore,” she admitted, reaching for her shirt with a wince.

Dean chuckled. “How about we clean up this mess,” he gestured to the remains of the cooking and food, “and go chill out with some movies in your room, order room service? You could probably do with staying off your feet for a while.”

“Sounds great.”

He didn’t leave her room until nearly midnight. She wasn’t sure if it was the good food or the wine that made her sluggish as she closed the door behind him, smiling idiotically when she paused to lean against it. The day had been so relaxing, watching movies with Dean, the slow, lazy sexual interactions that left her satisfied and feeling incredibly good. Dragging herself into the bedroom, she sank onto the bed, laying back for a moment before a thought struck her.

Negan answered after three rings, amusement in his voice. “You need a hand again?” he asked.

“Not tonight,” she replied with a giggle. “I think I need to rest.”

“Probably a good idea,” he agreed, chuckling down the phone. “You’ll find everything you need for tomorrow in the closet. And don’t mind Geralt, he’s a little sullen, but he’s soft as shit on the inside.”

“Geralt?” she asked, though she knew better than to expect any more information.

The laughter on the other end confirmed it. “Sweet dreams, princess.” He hung up, and she stared at the phone a moment before getting to her feet and approaching the closet. Inside, set apart from her clothes, was a pair of jodhpurs, some Hunter boots, and a thick sweater. Above them, a helmet was on the shelf, and she pulled it down, frowning at it. It looked almost like a bicycle helmet, though she hated cycling, so she wasn’t sure what it was for.

“Rock climbing maybe?” she murmured. She’d always wanted to go rock climbing but she didn’t think she’d ever told anyone that. With a shrug, she put the helmet back, closing the closet before turning to her bed, contemplating a shower. Her muscles ached, answering the question for her, so she stripped down to her panties and crawled into the bed, trying not to think about what awaited her tomorrow.

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Sleepy Jack & His Hair

It wasn't often that your boyfriend, Jack, had a hard time sleeping. He had been a carefree lad his whole life and rarely let worries or negative thoughts get the best of him. That seemed to have changed in the last month or so, though.

After reaching half a million subscribers and getting so much love on Twitter and in his YouTube comments, he started to want to take his job as a youtuber more seriously. He would stress a bit about not being original enough or being stereotyped because of what he had said or done in past videos. He was growing up and felt the need to prove that to his viewers. Lately, he couldn't shut his brain off after the sun went down.

*3:30 am*

You knew Jack had been tossing and turning all night, but he finally gave up and you heard him slip out of the bedroom.

"Baby?" You spoke, finding Jack sitting on the balcony.

"I'm sorry, love. Did I keep you up?" He asked.

"I just don't like sleeping when you aren't in bed with me. Feels like I'm missing something." You grabbed his hands and pulled him up, wrapping your arms around him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking too much. Wondering what people see when they watch me on their screen." He replied, letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You let your arms drop and pulled him inside. "We're going to run you a bath and I'm going to tell you all of the things they see and all of the reasons they love you."

"You don't have to, love. We can just go to bed." Jack responded, feeling bad he had kept you up so late.

"Nonsense. Get naked and grab a towel. Or the other way around." You laughed.

You went into the bathroom and started the hot water, getting it just right. You added some aromatherapy oils to the water to help with the stress. After he joined you in the bathroom, you sat on the back end of the tub with your legs in the water. "Come on, Maynard. Get naked." You grinned.

"Only if you join me, gorgeous" he cheekily replied.

"Not a chance, hot stuff. This is all about you, tonight. Now strip and get in." You gestured for him to lay back against your legs.

You lathered up your hands with body soap and started in on his shoulders. "When people see you, the first thing they notice is your smile." Your hands slowly moved working out the tension in his muscles. "You smile with your whole face. It goes all the way up to your beautiful blue eyes."

"Your smile and your laugh are contagious. You make other people want to smile just because you are." You added more soap and worked your hands down his chest and his back.

"When people see you, they see the life of the party. Not in a bad way, either. You're friendly to everyone and genuine and you put people at ease. You're able to laugh at yourself, so you give the people around you the opportunity to not take themselves so seriously. It's a gift, darlin'." You pulled up handfuls of water to rinse off the soap. Jack stayed silent, only hmmming and moaning when you'd massage a tense muscle.

"When people see you, they see someone who cares about his friends. They also see someone who cares about his family." You grabbed the shampoo and started working it into Jack's hair. "A great older brother to Anna and a confidant to Conor."

You could feel him finally relaxing against you as you finished shampooing Jack's hair, instructing him to rinse it out. Grabbing the conditioner, you continued on. "When people see you, they see someone with confidence. They get to watch you take risks and be yourself, and that means they have someone to look up to." You finished rinsing the conditioner out of his hair and realized he was already half asleep. He still hadn't said anything.

Standing up to pull the plug, you grabbed a towel and helped Jack out of the bath. You wrapped the towel around him and grabbed another one to dry his hair. "Come on, baby. You're dead on your feet." You grabbed his hand and led him back to the bedroom.

After finding some sweat pants, you turned around to hand them to him and saw him sitting on the bed with his head down. "Jack?" You spoke, gently pulling his chin up to meet his eyes. Jack had stayed quiet through the whole bath, and now you were staring into his tear filled eyes. "What's wrong, love?"

"Do you really think that's how people see me?" He finally broke the silence. "I mean, I don't even think my friends see me like that."

"Jack. Listen to me, love. There are always going to be people that will judge you for all the wrong reasons. That's just life, on YouTube and off of YouTube...but that doesn't discount all of the people who are better off and happier because you're in their lives. And yes, I know that's how they see you because you ARE those things. It's how I see you." You leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips.

"Thank you. For everything. What would I do without you?" He spoke in a tired voice.

"Well, you won't ever have to find out because I'm not going anywhere." You kissed him one more time and felt him smile against your lips. "Put these on and let's go to bed." You handed him the sweat pants.

Crawling into the bed, you pulled him to you letting him lay his head on your chest. You started dragging your fingers through his hair while quietly humming, hoping he could finally get some rest.

"I love you. So much." He said in a raspy, barely there, voice.

"I love you too, you beautiful boy." You continued to play with his hair until you both fell asleep.

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hadiyahzain · 3 months

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7 awesome things to do in Bali in 2024

Here are some awesome things to do in Bali in 2024. 1. Unwind at the Beaches: Bali is well-known for its stunning beaches. Bali has everything you might want, from a calm beach setting to a bustling beach scene. While Seminyak Beach offers a more affluent setting with beach clubs and great food, Kuta Beach is ideal for surfing and taking advantage of the exciting nightlife. Visit Jimbaran Beach or Nusa Dua for a more sedate experience, where you can relax on the fine sand and enjoy breathtaking sunsets. 2. Discover the nature and culture of Ubud: Bali's cultural center, Ubud, is encircled by verdant rice terraces and forests. Explore historic temples and observe joyful monkeys at the Ubud Monkey Forest. With their amazing vistas and fantastic photo ops, the Tegallalang Rice Terraces are a must-see. Numerous traditional markets and art galleries can be found in Ubud, where you may purchase one-of-a-kind trinkets and regional handicrafts. 3. See historic temples: Bali is well-known for its exquisite temples, which play a significant role in the history and culture of the island. Situated on a cliff with sweeping ocean vistas, Uluwatu Temple is well-known for both its traditional Kecak dance performances and its breathtaking sunset views. Another famous site to see is Tanah Lot, a sea temple perched atop a rocky outcrop, which is especially accessible by foot at low tide. Situated on the slopes of Mount Agung, don't miss the Besakih shrine, Bali's largest and holiest shrine. 4. Take part in adventure activities in Bali: Bali has plenty of thrilling activities to offer those who are looking for adventure. Experience the breathtaking surroundings and thrilling white-water rafting on the Ayung River. In the pristine waters of Nusa Penida or Amed, you can go diving or snorkeling and observe vibrant marine life and coral reefs. If you enjoy climbing, consider taking a morning walk up Mount Batur to take in the breathtaking views from the top. 5. Savor the cuisine of Bali: Bali's food offers a delicious fusion of tastes and spices. Don't miss sampling regional cuisine such as the grilled pork skewers known as Satay, the Nasi Goreng (fried rice), and the Babi Guling (suckling pig). For a genuine eating experience, check out the neighbourhood warungs, which are tiny eateries. Try Bebek Betutu, a classic Balinese meal of slow-cooked duck wrapped in banana leaves, for a delightful treat. There is something for every taste at Bali's numerous outstanding international restaurants and cafes. 6. Unwind at a spa: Bali is widely known for its spa and health offerings. Indulge in a soothing massage or plan a spa day at one of the opulent spas situated throughout the island. Acupressure, soft stretches, and aromatherapy oils are all used in traditional Balinese massages to help you unwind and revitalize. Numerous spas are situated in picturesque settings, such as rice fields or near the sea, offering a calm atmosphere for relaxation. 7. Go to the Islands of Gili: The Gili Islands, a paradise of white-sand beaches and crystal-clear blue waters, are only a short boat trip from Bali. Each of the three islands Gili Air, Gili Meno, and Gili Trawangan offers something special. Gili Meno is the ideal destination for couples seeking a romantic escape, while Gili Trawangan is well-known for its exciting nightlife. With its laid-back vibe and excellent snorkeling locations, Gili Air offers the best of both worlds. Explore the islands by bicycle or take a glass-bottom boat tour to see the vibrant marine life.

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