#soapy soles

[perfectpair2]

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[feet-a-thon]

Afternoon baths.

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[flatfootgoddess]

Do you like them soapy????

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[moralesispunk]

thinking about massaging simon riley's hands

he doesn't tell you how much they ache, especially now he's retired and his distractions aren't so much life and death on the field but rather having dinner ready for you getting home from work because he doesn't want you to worry about it, but his hands and wrists start to ache as he stirs the pot.

he doesn't need to tell you, though, because you notice. you notice how he squeezes and flexes his right hand on his lap as he holds his fork in his left. how his hand starts to shake but he plays it off by placing his fork back down in the bowl and reaching for the water. how he rolls his wrist after lifting the dirty dishes over to the sink but hides it under the soapy water as you reach for a dish towel.

he thought he was playing it off well, but it's not until later when you're watching tv before bed and your legs are stretched across his lap and his hand is on your thigh. you reach for it, at first only taking it between two of yours before you then start to massage it in a way you found from a quick google while you were changing out of your work clothes.

at first there is a slight tinge of pain that has him silently wincing, but the pain becomes and ache before it... he looks down at his hand. the constant dull ache that doesn't leave, it's not gone but it could be ignored. he turns to the tv and watches the reality tv he pretends to hate but becomes enthralled in, and he can ignore it when usually it would be taking up at least 50% of his thoughts.

the next night you come into the living room with a hand cream, one you bought on your lunch that "smells nice" you tell him, rubbing it into your own hands as though it was for you and not well researched during your morning at work and bought on your break for the sole purpose of simon. you put some more on your hands before massaging simon's hands again, this time the effects lasting long enough that he can fall asleep with a dull ache easily ignored.

it becomes part of your nightly routine now as you wind down, whether in front of the TV or tucked into bed, whether you're both having a good day or bad, whether you've just made love or argued over something small that put you both in a huff, you'll spend time massaging his hands until the pounding ache becomes dull

and it's funny, simon thinks, this very physical ache dulling from your touch the same way all of the pains inside of him subside when you're near

[chaosandmarigolds]

Ahem- sorry more dad!simon because I pulled an all nighter annnnd yeah (this is solely based on my dad- who was a navy seal soooo I feel like I’m kinda founded)

Simon doesn’t believe in phones, he has one yeah, but he has text, facebook (which is logs in through google) and no-not Spotify, pandora and why would he pay for premium? It’s just a few ads every hour??

He doesn’t get texting all that much so he prefers calling- which he will hang up without warning

Or if he’s being funny he’ll go ‘over n’ out.’

When he does text it’s like a letter for a while, topic sentence, body, conclusion, all of it for just asking to grab a new batteries while you’re at the store

Now the names on his phone is the one part that seems (somewhat) normal

Ie

You- Luv

Oliver (once he got old enough….which he thought was never) - Lad

(Then in the company section he would put the full name)

Then we get to the boys

Johnny: Soapy ICE

Kyle: Gaz 🧢

Price: Captain

(Now the nickname for Johnny and the emoji were technically Ollie’s idea but he kept it after ten years)

Simon also learned what emojis were

Yet he just….

It’s that. He’s the most dull humor and sarcastic man on earth but he cannot understand emojis

Ps- his name is everyone else’s phone

You: Simon <3

Oliver: Dad 👻

Johnny: Si

Kyle: Simon Riley

Price: Riley

Annnnyway that’s it! I have five more finals and two more projects and then I’m FREE

[onlyhuis]

squeaky clean

member — bf!seungcheol x bf!mingyu x reader genre — smut, fluff/comfort, poly relationship (see warnings!) word count — 2.7k synopsis — after a long day, a nice relaxing bubble bath is exactly what you need, and your boyfriends are more than willing to help you unwind. good thing your bathtub is big enough for three. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, bathtub sex (this is fake. fiction. made up. do NOT have sex in soapy water), slight mxm (cheol gives gyu a handjob), kissing (reader x cheol & reader x gyu only, no cheol x gyu) nicknames (pretty girl, angel, baby, sweetheart, etc. you know the drill; gyu is called puppy once or twice but not in a pet play way), soft dom!cheol, gyu & reader are mainly sub leaning, lots of dirty talk & praise, a little bit of voyeurism from cheol but it's soft (you'll see) notes — this is a poly fic! meaning all three of them are in a relationship, meaning all three of them are having sex, meaning yes there is a little bit of mxm in this. i am in no way trying to ship them or imply anything about them, this is just for fun and because i believe poly relationships also deserve representation in fanfics. if you're not comfortable with that please feel free to skip this fic! you are the one responsible for what you choose to read, and i encourage you to read the warnings first so you have a sense of what happens. i still do not write solely mxm and i probably won't do fics like this often; this is very different from my usual content but i'm branching out a bit and trying new things!! feedback, asks, and reblogs are always super super appreciated :) (also ps this is a special present for @duhnova and @onlymingyus i hope you like it !!)

when mingyu and seungcheol get home from work, they're surprised to find you laying across the couch, arms hanging over the side and your face smashed against a pillow.

immediately cheol walks over and sits on the couch beside you, putting the back of his hand against your forehead with worry. "baby, what's wrong? are you feeling sick?"

"just tired," you sigh. "i think i need a nap, maybe." he starts to stand up, offering to get the thermometer to take your temperature and make sure you don’t have a fever, and he pouts when you tell him you’re not sick.

"have you showered yet? i'll make dinner," mingyu offers, already slipping his jacket off and starting for the kitchen. 

"no, not yet." you sit up and wince, rubbing your neck. "i'll have to do it in the morning."

"don't you have a meeting tomorrow morning, though?"

you groan, remembering that your schedule tomorrow will be just as busy, if not more, than today. "then i'll wake up extra early, i guess."

cheol glances at mingyu, exchanging a look with his partner. "why don't you take a bath?" he suggests after a pause. "we'll get it all ready for you so you don't have to worry about a thing. you can have a nice, relaxing bubble bath, and you'll sleep so good afterwards."

"mm, that does sound nice," you concede, leaning back against the back of the couch. "alright, fine."

cheol stands up, putting his hand on your shoulder. “we’ll let you know when everything’s ready. for now, you just sit and relax.” you nod, and he walks away out of your view and waves his hand at mingyu, motioning for him to follow him to the bathroom.

a while later you hear your name being called, and you pull yourself off of the couch and follow the sound of mingyu's voice down the hall.

when you walk in, cheol is sitting on the edge of the bathtub and mingyu stands at the sink. as promised, the tub is filled with thick bubbles, the sweet scent of vanilla and peach soap filling the room.

"all ready for you," mingyu says with a grin, and as you step towards him to kiss him he wraps his arms around you, drawing you closer as he deepens the kiss. you sigh against him and relax into his hold for a moment, letting him hold you up. it's a soft, slow moment, and when you finally break apart it leaves your insides feeling warm.

as you slide your shorts down to your ankles, you can almost see the bulge in his jeans that he casually tries to hide with his hands, and your stomach flutters and your cheeks warm at the sight. but before you can say anything about it cheol motions you to come closer, pointing at the bathtub. "come make sure the water's the right temperature," he says, directed at you though his eyes are locked with mingyu's behind you, a wordless conversation between them.

you cross the room, feeling every bit as exposed as you are and suddenly very aware of the fact that you're the only one in the room that's half naked. 

dipping your hand into the water, you instinctively shudder at the warmth on your fingertips. it's perfect, as usual, and you pull your hand out, wiping the wetness on your bare leg. "just right," you say, and he smiles, leaning over from the edge of the tub to kiss you.

out of nowhere it crosses your mind that seungcheol must be able to taste mingyu on your lips, and you try to hold back a moan at the thought but it escapes you too quickly, a strangled breath against his mouth that's too quiet for mingyu to have heard but more than loud enough for cheol to notice.

you pull away, about to pretend that didn't happen, but the look on your boyfriend's face means you aren't getting out of this that easily. cheol raises his eyebrows and you turn your head to glance at mingyu, who is still leaning against the counter, trying very hard to be casual and draw attention away from his obvious erection.

"it's okay, angel," cheol whispers, nodding his head over at mingyu. "go ask him. i know you need something, don't you, my pretty girl?"

you stay quiet but nod, and with a smile cheol kisses you once more before you turn and walk back over to mingyu. you tuck your arms behind his back, holding him against your body. "will you… join me, gyu?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes as you tug at the hem of his shirt.

he attempts to stifle a groan, his hands ghosting just inches above your bare back as if he's holding himself back from touching without your permission. "i’d like that," he says finally, trying not to appear too eager, though his body language speaks volumes.

"yes, please," you answer, then turn to look behind you again. "but only if cheollie joins us, too."

cheol laughs, already pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor with your pile of clothes. "fine by me."

with the two of them following close behind, you finally strip out of the last of your clothes, leaving your bra and panties at the foot of the tub as you climb into the water. as soon as your skin dips beneath the bubbly surface you let out a long sigh, sliding lower and lower until your whole body is submerged up to your neck.

it’s only been a few seconds since you’ve gotten in the bath, but you can already feel the stress melting away. but as you watch mingyu walking towards you, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush to get out of his pants, you’re reminded that the heat between your legs isn’t just from the water temperature.

at your nod mingyu climbs in after you, soapy water sploshing out of the tub as he sinks down in front of you. his long legs get stuck for a second, but he soon adjusts so he’s straddling you, bent knees poking up above the layer of bubbles.

making sure everything in the house was big enough for three was one of seungcheol’s priorities back when you’d moved in together, and as he watches mingyu giggle and splash water at you, he’s glad he decided on the extra large bathtub, too.

he waits a moment before he joins the two of you, studying the way you sit with gyu and the smiles that light up both of your faces. you’re the two most important people in his life, and he loves watching you interact with each other, the sweetness bubbling up more than any bath soap could ever do.

but cheol’s thoughts are quickly interrupted when your whispered talk with mingyu suddenly turns into heated kisses, the sound of your airy moans drawing his attention to the soap suds running down your chest. leaning forward, mingyu takes one of your breasts into mouth and you sigh, leaning against the edge of the tub and arching your back into him. 

seungcheol gently pushes you to sit up as he finally gets into the tub behind you, and you rest your back against his chest as mingyu continues to suck at your breasts. you can feel cheol's hard cock pressed against your ass, but you don't think about it for more than a few seconds because immediately one of his hands slides around your hips, trailing down your body beneath the bubbly surface until his fingers find your clit, making you jump as your breath catches in your throat. his other hand curls around your chest, squeezing your other breast in his palm.

you wiggle around in their grasp, almost overwhelmed by all the attention from your boyfriends, but the feeling is so comfortable that you can't help but relax back into the water, giving up your control. it doesn’t happen too often, but the nights when the both of them are focused on pampering you are some of your favorite, allowing you to shut your brain off for a while they take the lead.

mingyu coos as you close your eyes, rolling your head back against seungcheol's shoulder. "that's it, sweetheart." 

"let us take care of you, pretty girl," cheol adds, twisting your nipple between his fingers and drawing a soft moan from your lips. 

cheol moves his fingers from your clit to spread your folds apart, and when he finally inserts his finger you can already feel yourself clenching down around him. you whimper out his name, reaching out to grab onto mingyu's shoulders as he begins to curl the tip of his finger just right against your walls. mingyu sits up, changing his position only so he can move his teeth up your neck, grazing them against every inch of skin and biting and sucking to make sure you're completely marked up.

you're sure your nails must be leaving marks on mingyu's skin as well, from how tightly you're gripping onto his broad shoulders, but if he notices he doesn't say anything; he just continues moving his mouth up and down your neck and collarbones, little whines escaping him all the while.

"you want him or me tonight, baby?" cheol asks, his fingers still stroking your clit. "or both of us? whatever you want, we're all about you tonight."

absently mingyu starts to grind down on your leg, rocking his hips back and forth along your thigh and it distracts you from whatever you were about to answer. "gyu, first…" you moan, your hands sliding down his soapy body to grab at his hips. "please—"

"then gyu it is, baby," seungcheol whispers affirmatively, his cheek pressed against yours as he tucks your wet hair behind your ear. "feel how hard he is for us? for you? he's all yours tonight, angel, tell him what you need."

"need you to– fuck me, gyu," you gasp out, trying and failing to stop his hips from moving. all three of you are more than familiar with how sensitive he is, and it wouldn't take much for him to cum just from grinding on your leg and whimpering like a needy puppy, but he's too strong for you to be able to stop him. "gyu, please, want you inside."

"listen to how prettily she begs for you, puppy," cheol says, and he moves his fingers out of you to rest on mingyu's thigh as you whine at the loss. "better not leave her empty for long, you know how bratty she gets…"

normally you would have something bratty to say in response, but you're so exhausted you don't have it in you to talk back. "please, need you, gyu," you repeat pitifully, already so gone that you can't think of anything you want more than to be stuffed full of cock and fucked into oblivion.

at your words mingyu stops moving his hips with a groan, leaning forward to smash his lips against yours. you can vaguely feel cheol kissing at the side of your temple, but mingyu's ferocity and passion makes it hard to think about anything except how good it feels to have his tongue in your mouth, teeth clacking together with the force of his kisses.

impatiently you slide your hands down from mingyu's waist, wrapping your fingers around his girthy cock. he groans into your mouth, pulling away sharply to catch his breath as you begin to line up the tip with your hole, eager to feel his cock hug your walls.

but before you can push him inside you, you feel cheol's hand on top of yours, gently prying your fingers away. beneath the water he runs his fingers along the length of mingyu's cock, and the other man shivers at the feeling. your hands were so small compared to cheol's, and his touch was much rougher than your gentle grip.

slowly at first seungcheol begins to move his hand up and down, gradually beginning to increase his pace in time with mingyu's panted breaths. 

you can barely keep up with what's happening in the water just inches above your cunt, too intently focused on watching the way mingyu's face contorts in pleasure with each skilled flick of cheol's wrist. in fact you don't even mind watching and waiting, the intimate act between them more than enough to satisfy you.

but you can tell mingyu is getting close by the way his eyes squeeze shut and his shoulders tense up, and you know cheol can tell, too, because he slowly loosens his grip, making mingyu whine in frustration.

"don't forget about our little angel, gyu," cheol hums, letting go completely except for a single finger that he traces across the thick vein along the top of mingyu’s cock.

he groans but leans forward to begin kissing your neck again, his lips trailing along your jaw as you thread your fingers through his wet hair.

with mingyu’s cock still in his grasp, cheol angles him at your entrance, and after running the tip through your folds a few times to tease you he finally helps the man push into you, guiding him inch by inch into your throbbing cunt.

all you can do is moan and hold on to anything you can, one hand still in mingyu’s hair and the other gripping cheol’s thigh behind you for support. water pours over the side of the tub as mingyu begins to rock his hips into you, arms and hands and legs spread out in a tangled mess everywhere.

for a moment you start to worry about how you’ll ever be able to clean up the bathroom after this, but the thought is quickly pushed to the back of your mind when you feel cheol’s fingers on your clit once again.

“i know you’re close, baby.” you hear cheol’s low voice speaking into your ear, and your hips jerk at his tone. “so tight and so perfect for our mingyu, making him feel so good. so sweet for us, so perfect…”

with the way cheol’s mumbling praises you would almost have thought he’s the one getting fucked right now, but his words pass right through you, too focused on the sensation building in your core to process what he’s saying.

seconds later you cum with a stifled cry, your eyes wrenched shut as the men on either side of you continue to work you through your orgasm. two pairs of strong arms sandwich you against their chests, the familiar weight that surrounds you a grounding feeling.

the rest of the bath passes by in a haze after mingyu and cheol get out of the tub, leaving you to soak for a little longer and have some time to rest. though the water has already started to go cold and most of the bubbles are long gone, it’s still a very pleasant bath, and by the end of it you’re completely relaxed and ready for a nap.

when you decide you’re done for the night, mingyu lifts you out of the tub and wraps a towel around your shoulders as cheol pulls the plug, the remains of the bath water swirling down the drain with a quiet slurp. both of them help you dry off, exchanging gentle kisses and soft touches until you’re tucked into bed wearing a fresh set of pajamas.

cheol helps you pull the covers up to your chin, the sheets feeling cozy and comfortable against your clean skin. he sits at the edge of the bed, running his hand along your forehead in soothing motions. 

“you feel better now, baby?” he hums. “less stressed?”

“mhm. thank you, cheollie,” you reply, letting your eyes fall shut as your tiredness from the day starts to catch up with you. “and mingyu, too. i love you both.”

cheol smiles, leaning over to kiss your forehead as he stands up. “we love you, too.”

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[perfectpair2]

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[severelystrangewriter]

Drunk Confessions (Flufftober 2023 Day 14)

Pairing: keishin ukai x female reader

WC: 678

Warnings: nudity (nothing explicit they shower together), mdni

Summary: you take care of your drunk boyfriend after a night out

Note: ukai is a big ole softie in this so ooc i guess? idc i love him

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It was late at night on a Saturday and you were finishing grading your students’ quizzes when your front doorbell rang, startling you. You carefully padded to the door, not expecting company, and you checked the peephole before furrowing your brows. You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend Keishin Ukai standing there with a lazy grin on his face.

“Did you forget your key again?” You asked, letting him into your shared home. He had gone out with his friends for a drink, and judging by his somewhat clumsy gait, he might’ve drank a bit too much.

When you got the door closed, he wrapped your arms around your middle, bringing you to his chest.

“I wanna cuddle,” He declared.

“Let me finish grading these last few papers and I’m all yours,” You replied, causing him to huff.

“But I missed you,” Ukai pouted at you.

You giggled, “You saw me a few hours ago.”

“I always miss you,” He buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply, “You smell so good.”

“Well you need a shower,” You pointed out, wrinkling your nose at the smell of sweat and alcohol.

“Yeah, yeah,” He let go of you and took hold of your hand, “Join me?”

You knew you probably weren’t going to get that grading done tonight, not when he was looking at you with the most prettiest pout. He would probably keep pestering until you said yes.

“Well I guess someone has to make sure you don’t drown,” You agreed with a teasing smile.

And so you led your boyfriend to the bathroom where you quickly got the shower started, finding a comfortable temperature that you both liked. He undressed himself and got in, and you followed suit. You had already taken a shower so you focused solely on getting Ukai cleaned up. You helped him wash his hair, massaging his scalp the way he liked and he left featherlight caresses to your skin as you worked.

It wasn’t sexual, and you didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as he gazed at you so lovingly, like you had hung the stars themselves. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked as you took a soapy washcloth and ran it over his chest.

He sighed at the feeling and nodded his head.

“I wish you could’ve come,” He said, and you cracked a smile. He was always so open and soft with you when he got like this. It was endearing.

“I’ll go next time,” You promised.

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise,” You held out your pinky to him, and he quickly circled his own around it. He then brought your hand closer to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

After he rinsed and dried off, you two made your way to the bedroom. He slipped under the cover and patted the space next to him as an invitation to join, which you did so happily.

A comfortable silence fell over you both and for a moment you thought he had already fallen asleep. It wouldn’t shock you, he’s been working hard balancing his time between you, work, and both volleyball team practices. It must be exhausting. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Ukai mumbled suddenly as he snuggled into you, causing you to blink in surprise.

“You want to marry me?” You repeated curiously. You had been dating for a bit, but this is the first time he’s even introduced the idea of marriage to you.

“Mhm,” He nodded and pressed a sleepy kiss to your neck, “My pretty little wife.”

Your heart fluttered at the confession. Even though he was drunk, you couldn’t help but feel like he meant it.

“And when we have kids, you’re gonna be the best mom.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at that. He wanted a family with you too? Before you could let your imagination run wild, your gaze softened as quiet snores finally fell from his lips, signaling he was asleep.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, Keishin,” You whispered back.

And you meant it.

[ken-dom]

Stay Quiet, Stay Near, Stay Close

Colt Seavers x gn!reader

2.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: You help Colt unwind with a hot bath and a massage.

Can be read as a part two to my previous Colt fic or can be standalone.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I don’t know what it is about Colt Seavers (particularly with long hair) that makes me desperately want to soothe him via handjob but here you have the second version of exactly that — unlikely to be the last! @heresthestorymorningglory was my partner in crime as usual and gave me the perfect Colt song for the title, from Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, hot bath, hair washing, massage, handjob, praise, crying, before during and aftercare!! Long hair Colt!

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Even beneath the shimmering softness of warm, soapy bath water, Colt’s body lays heavily against yours as he sinks further into your safe, massaging hands.

With your legs either side of his waist and his back to your chest, you can feel every breath he takes, slow and steady. It’s kind of like a physical meditation that soothes you from the outside in, and you wonder how heavy you’ve become, too, while you’ve been soothing his aches away.

His head rests, lolling in the crook of your neck with long damp strands of blonde sticking to your flesh among the rising steam, slightly darker where the tips have met the water.

Kneading the flesh at his broad shoulders in a soothing rhythm, you bite your lip to resist the urge to let your fingers wander. You want to slide them further down his muscular arms and caress those firm contours, but that would be purely for your own pleasure and this is about Colt.

You can’t quite see his face from here, just a glimpse of his handsome profile out of the corner of your eye, but you can hear the infrequent little catches of breath and feel the way he tenses up for a moment every time he bites back a moan.

You can see the rest of his body clearly enough though, golden in the warmth of the candlelight. His slowly rising and falling chest, his knees protruding from beneath the bubbles where his legs are spread, feet planted firmly beside yours. And you can see the way his body is reacting to your touch; as your eyes drag over his form again, you notice his fingers tighten their grip around the rim of the bathtub.

‘Huhng-’ he grunts, knuckles turning white.

‘Sorry,’ you breathe, withdrawing your fingers and gradually resuming the more measured pace you’d set before letting yourself get carried away with his big strong arms carrying you and the way his muscles might flex as he touches you, and accidentally pressed your thumbs just a little too sharply into his shoulders.

‘S’alright,’ he slurs, dropped against you again, far too relaxed to bother much about separating words unnecessarily. ‘Felt good.’

Oh.

Despite sharing a hot bathtub, your naked bodies pressed together under hot, steamy water, you’re very aware that you’re here because you’re trying to help him relax, to ease his pain and hopefully to get a good night’s sleep. But the way your body reacted to those two innocent words that dripped off his tongue like warm honey — Felt good —  isn’t exactly conducive to focussing solely on Colt’s shoulder tension.

You close your eyes and recompose yourself.

‘You… want me to do that again?’ you offer, hands hovering, and Colt nods his approval with a quiet hum.

Watching his hands closely, you dig the pads of your thumbs firmly above his shoulder blades, loosening the knots you can feel there with a little more force than before. You feel him jolt as you work them out, and see his knuckles turn white again as his fingers grip the edge of the tub.

And you hear him moan.

Oh no.

You know Colt’s moans exceptionally well. They’re always so loud and unrestrained, and you’re surprised he’s lasted this long through a massage without one or two escaping until now. No mistake, you want to hear them – of course you do! But you’re not sure how good of a job you’ll make of soothing him for a restful night when all you can think about is the way he sounds when you pleasure him.

Please him, you correct yourself.

Then again. Perhaps that would help…

You slow the rhythmic circles to a stop. It’s reluctant, but necessary if you’re going to at least attempt to concentrate. You can always return to rubbing steady patterns into his supple flesh as he lays in bed beside you later. With that in mind, you grab the shampoo bottle to move things along.

‘Scalp next, handsome,’ you say softly, mindful that he’s already somewhat of a puddle and the last thing he needs is a bolt of your over-enthusiasm at getting your fingers tangled in his luscious hair.

‘Mmmh,’ he hums, not even bothering to nod this time. He can feel himself melting against you, feel how heavy he must be becoming while he actually feels like he’s floating.

You wonder if washing his hair will finally send him off to sleep and you’ll have to drag him out of the bath after somehow managing to slide yourself out from underneath his burly frame… but whatever. He needs it, it’s working, let him have it. Worry about the rest later, post-hair wash and scalp massage.

You squeeze out a dollop of shampoo, warming it between your palms, sliding your fingers from the nape of his neck and up, deliberate and so sensual that Colt begins to hum again. It’s a little more high pitched this time. Whiny.

He shivers against you, skin prickling with tingles, and with some effort, he lifts his head to allow you the space to continue exactly what you’re doing. Don’t stop, he thinks, but he isn’t sure how to say it out loud. Maybe he is saying it? He can’t quite tell. It doesn’t matter. You’re not stopping. He knows you won’t stop as long as he needs it. 

A low groan drags from his throat, though, head as heavy in your hands now as his torso feels against yours, and his hair tangles around your fingers as they drag, slow and mesmerising, over his scalp. Another little moan.

You allow your eyes to drag over what you can see of his body again. As a treat. The way the light dances on the contours of his chest, those husky arms, the tip of his thick cock appearing from beneath the bathwater…

Oh.

‘B-blended… ice…’

You’re brought back to your senses by Colt’s incoherent muttering, realising that your fingernails are scraping quite harshly against his scalp, but he mustn’t mind it too much because there’s still a low groan lacing his stuttered words.

‘Spicy…’

Margaritas. He’s putty in your hands, achingly hard, and muttering about margaritas. 

This is the man you adore. And he needs you.

You rinse the shampoo away as best you can at this angle, and reach for the conditioner, squeezing a helping onto your palm.

‘Wanna make margaritas later?’ he drawls. It's the most coherent he’s sounded since insisting that you use the neroli and amber bath bubbles he likes, but that was before climbing into the tub and immediately melting, mind and body, against you.

Even Colt isn’t sure where his question came from because all he can think about now is how he wants your hands, soft, clever, precise hands, between his thighs now instead. Another question he isn’t sure how to translate from hazy thought to speech. But margaritas, sure. That appears out of nowhere.

Maybe he isn’t sleepy at all but just… zen? Random thoughts he matches up with feeling close to you spilling out while he feels safe enough to let them?

‘I think we can stretch to margaritas if you’re not too relaxed to sit up,’ you appease him.

‘Mmh. I’ll manage.’

‘You sure about that?’

You finally allow a hand to glide down over his chest, soft from the steam, and rest it at his belly where the water gently laps against your movements.

Your breath catches in your throat at how firm he feels under your palm, the way he trembles just slightly as your hand travels lower. The way he whines.

His breath catches at the exact same moment; your touch sending tingles coursing down to his core. The hazy air thickens in the split second that you both freeze, and he grits his teeth, seeming to regain some coherence now you’re doing exactly what he wanted. Kind of embarrassing though, right? To get a hardon from a scalp massage and the way your fingers pulled at the long strands in the process…

‘Was kinda hoping you wouldn’t notice.’

‘Pretty hard not to,’ you reply under your breath, but he hears you and you can practically feel his smirk. ‘You know, I’ve heard that hair conditioner has some excellent… other uses.’

‘Oh?’

You slide your other arm around his waist, revealing your palmful of the silky product.

‘Trust me?’

‘Yeah-hhhnnng-’

Your fingers close around his length, conditioner-covered palm coating the half of him visible above the water. He shifts to reveal more and you begin to stroke, long and slow, kneading lightly, just as you had with his aching muscles.

But it’s easier to massage with the addition of this impromptu aid, the thick, glossy liquid allowing your hand to glide over his skin with ease.

‘Feel good?’ You press your mouth to his neck, keeping the pace of your slicked up hand steady as your tongue slips from between your lips and drags over the sensitive flesh, lips closing now and again to nip at his skin and feel him shudder.

His cock twitches inside your grip, strong enough that you can feel it begging you to jerk him faster before his blissed out brain catches up and he moans, ‘Please- please-’

He’s bucking his hips enough that the gentle lapping of the water escalates to loud sloshing against the sides of the tub and hot, scented water splashes over onto the floor, steaming puddles quickly cooling against the tiles.

Every laboured breath Colt takes in is exhaled laced with a grunt or a low whimper, echoing around the room and surrounding you both with the sounds of his pleasure. It’s turning desperate though, and you don’t want him desperate. You want him to enjoy the journey, ride it out with nothing but bliss.

‘Shhh,’ you soothe him, working the heel of your other palm over his shoulder again as you stroke his cock in the same rhythm. ‘It’s ok. Tell me what you need.’

The combination of the soothing touch at his shoulder and the electric touch lower down – the one setting something ablaze in his gut – is driving Colt wild.

You can feel it radiating from his pores and don’t require a verbal response to decipher what he needs. He needs exactly this, until he doesn’t anymore. And then he’ll need you.

‘You need to cum, don’t you, baby? Is that it?’

Colt’s head drops back against your shoulder, heavy again as the tension that’s been coiling, hot in his gut, subsides with the increased speed of your hand and the languid swipes of your thumb over his steadily leaking tip.

He manages a low hum, and you don’t push it. You could carry on, slow your hand back down and force him to use words, to beg, before you’ll allow his release. But that’s not the point of this, and it’s not what you want. You want him sated and comforted and safe. 

‘It’s alright, let go for me,’ you coo, and without a beat, he does, a thick creamy rope splattering up over his chest and dripping down, mingling into the bath water.

A growl tears from his throat as his peak hits, tapering off into a weak little whimper, and he slumps, his weight almost crushing you if it wasn’t for the small volume of water still in the tub with you. Colt wonders if you’ll notice the tears dropping into it.

You do, but you say nothing. In another position, you’d have wiped his cheeks, so instead you file it away.

You manage to release the bath plug with your foot, letting the water drain as you hoist him forward and upward, clumsily reaching around for a jug of fresh, warm water to rinse the both of you off. Untangling your bodies, already sweaty from shared heat, you climb out and wrap yourself and then him in a fluffy towel and help him climb out of the tub.

Colt’s legs feel wobbly, and his head is spinning a little as his blood finds its way back from his core to his extremities. The heat of the water he’s been soaking in for probably too long isn’t doing much to help matters. He feels woozy, but still safe.

Before he knows it, you’ve dried him off, guided him onto his bed, plumped his pillows to support his back, and slipped his favorite joggers on for him. He can’t remember if he saw you bothering with underwear, and he doesn’t care. He can feel aftershocks in his soft cock, and it’s reassuring, somehow.

You realise as you sit on the edge of the bed that you didn’t actually condition his hair. You’re careful not to cause any knots where it’s still wet as you brush through it for him. It doesn’t matter. Next time, you will, if the feel or smell of it doesn’t get him too excited and distract you both again.

Colts whole body feels incredibly silky against the fabrics, and he can’t remember ever feeling quite this good as he wriggles against the sheets, settling in. 

‘Still want that margarita?’ you tease, and with his eyelids too heavy to keep open now, he just huffs a gentle laugh and lets sleep wash over him.

[thedelicatearcher]

finnick odair hcs for reader who loves animals?

finnick odair x reader who loves animals

the first thing to know about finnick is that he never had a pet in his life, not even a puppy when he was a little boy or a fish (since he spent most of his time fishing, he wouldn't have felt comfortable pulling some out of the water while taking care of one at home). finnick never disliked animals, he just wasn't familiar with them.

so, when you came into his life, you turned it upside down. with a house full of loving animals and a mind filled with animal fun facts, you made your way into his sensitive heart and his previously lonely home.

he loves when you tell him everything you know about sea animals. he discovered that turtles are his favorite; so at night, when both of you can't sleep and are just holding each other, staring lovingly and talking nonstop about nothing and everything, you tell him how sea turtles have outlived dinosaurs, how female turtles never forget their home beach, and how they are immune to the sting of most jellyfish.

finnick never knew that cats could be such little devils. he really struggled at first because your mischievous orange cat loved knocking stuff off the table, welcomed him home with scratches, and ran around the house every night until exhaustion got to him, driving a restless finnick nearly to madness. despite their bickering, you know they love each other unconditionally. every time you return from the market, you find them snuggling and napping together; finnick snoring softly while lying down on the couch on his back, and your little guy comfortably situated on finnick's chest, purring his heart out.

when you adopted a guinea pig, finnick insisted on being the one who named him. many names were vetoed, from mags II to robert. “finn, it sounds like he is a working man with a briefcase,” you told him, laughing at his idea. “his close friends could call him bob!!,” he insisted, invested in the idea. in the end, you agreed on naming him triton. “a big name for a big man,” finn said dramatically as he held the little animal in his big hand

bathing your dog was a chaotic experience. persuading your pet wasn't easy, as she knew what treats-leading-to-the-bathroom meant. many attempts later, you resigned and finnick had to carry her into the tub. finnick was assigned the important duty of holding her while you gently wet her with a bucket and applied the shampoo, getting as wet and soapy as your pet. then, without any warning, she started shaking off, splashing water and soap all over you and the bathroom. all soaked and laughing your asses off, your puppy took the opportunity to escape while you were distracted. now, you have soaking clothes, a messy bathroom, and a soapy dog hiding in the kitchen corner.

now a proclaimed animal lover, finnick loves wearing his starfish shirt, owns several colorful crocodile slippers, goes outside with the sole intention of observing the animals passing by, insists on celebrating every one of your pet’s birthdays, and every now and then surprises you with an animal fact you’ve never heard before.

[the-s1lly-corner]

can i possibly request a jason voorhees x autistic reader headcannons? reader is sensitive to loud noises and textures too? ty! <3

Jason x Autistic!Reader

Admittedly used my own experiences to write into this LMAO I hope you guys dont mind all the jason writing, hes just such a fun and easy character to write

Honestly? I can see jason himself being on the spectrum, though to be fair I tend to hc all of my cc characters are somewhere on the spectrum ... now does he know? Probably not. But can he relate to some of your struggles? Oh yes definitely

He knows hes rather large, and thus has big heavy footsteps.. but he makes an effort to not be as loud around you if he can help it. He makes an even larger effort when he finds out loud noises stress you out...! If you wear headphones he makes sure they stay in the best condition, and he probably refuses to touch them unless you give him permission

Speaking of headphones, those wont get in the way of communication as jason solely communicates through sign! Hooray!

He doesnt exactly understand what stimming is, but he never ever EVER judges you. He never could bring himself to do it, hes very understanding when it comes to you

Very mindful about textures, and will take it upon himself to deal with something if you physically cannot cope. Dont like washing dishes in soapy water because you cant see under the soap what's going on and where to grab to avoid textures? Jason's more than willing to tackle that for you!

Feeling a little overwhelmed or otherwise burnt out? He makes sure to try to accommodate you. Need something stimulating but not overly so? How about drawing, or a puzzle? Need the lights to be dimmer? Hes drawing the curtains shut! Need a controlled level of sound? Jason's probably snatched a radio from the camp just for you! Things like that to make you feel better

[archiveikemen]

『 Mirror, Mirror... 』 Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

(... Alright. This is it for today.)

One night, my mind was too awake for me to fall asleep, so I decided to work on typing out a report.

Right when I typed the final letter on my typewriter, I heard a knock on my room’s door.

(Who could it be this late in the night?)

I opened the door, and standing there was—

Ellis: Good evening, Kate.

Kate: … Ellis? Did something happen?

Ellis: Nope. But I still want to come see you, even when there’s nothing going on…

Ellis: … Because that’s what lovers do.

Kate: Lovers…? Who and who…?

Ellis: You and I, of course. Fufu… are teasing me by pretending not to know that?

Ellis: Your cheeky side is adorable too.

Ellis let out an amused laugh, looking at me with endearment, and smiled at me.

Kate: Lovers…

Kate: … Right. Ellis and I are lovers.

(I’m dating Ellis. How could I forget something so important?)

(Also… I can’t remember when and how we started dating…)

Ellis: Were you about to go to sleep, Kate?

Ellis’ question interrupted the uncomfortable feeling that flashed through my head.

Kate: Yeah… but I can stay up for a little bit more. Shall we chat?

Ellis: Nuh-uh. We should go to sleep now, or it’ll affect us tomorrow.

Ellis gently carried me to my bed and laid next to me.

Kate: Huh? … Are you spending the night here?

Ellis: I want to stay by your side for as long as possible and make you happy… do you hate it?

Kate: N-No, I don't. It’s just…

Kate: My heart is very unsettled right now… I can't fall asleep.

We changed into light clothing before getting ready to sleep, we laid down side by side and spoke softly.

Ellis was within an arm’s reach, gazing at me tenderly.

(This situation… it’s making me nervous…)

Ellis: It’s a problem that you’re having difficulty sleeping… I wonder how I can help you calm down.

Ellis: I’m not ready to stop your heart yet…

Ellis: If only there’s another way…

Kate: I think I’ll feel much better once I get used to the lack of distance between us.

Ellis: … Then let’s do things lovers do, so that you’ll get used to it quicker.

Ellis: It’ll be nice if we could be happy, right?

Ellis: We can try all sorts of things… just let me know when you don’t like something.

Ellis gently pulled me into his embrace.

Kate: …!

While being held in Ellis’ arms, my face was buried in his chest.

The faint soapy smell coming from him made my heart suddenly start to race.

Ellis: Hmm… this seems to have made you even more unsettled. Are you still feeling nervous?

Ellis began slowly stroking my back in an attempt to ease my nervousness.

The regular rhythm of his hand on my back felt genuinely comforting, making me feel safe.

(Maybe it’s okay if we go to sleep like this…)

I was bewildered at first, but I eventually got used to being in his embrace.

Even so—

Ellis: Fufu… your expression softened. I love seeing the look of relief on your face.

Hearing those words just as I was about to calm down and fall asleep made my heart race again.

Kate: Uhh… please don’t say things like that…

Kate: It’s making me embarrassed…

Ellis: Being embarrassed means that you’re happy, right? Then I won’t stop.

Ellis: I love the way you're blushing and turning your face away from me.

Ellis gazing at me like I was the world's most precious treasure, along with sweet whispers, made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle.

Ellis: Fufufu… let my words make you happy.

Kate: T-They do make me happy, but… I won't be able to sleep with how loudly my heart is beating.

Ellis: Are you still nervous? Maybe we should do even more lovey dovey things to get you used to them…

(What more could there be…?)

I was already being held in his arms and showered with praises, I couldn't imagine anything more than those.

Ellis: … Can I kiss you?

Kate: K-Kiss…?

Ellis: Yeah… I don’t think it’s unusual for lovers to kiss.

Ellis: … But I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.

My eyes naturally wandered to Ellis’ lips.

Since we’re lovers, we should’ve already kissed at least once or twice.

Besides, being kissed by those lips whispering sweet loving words to me would definitely make me so happy…

I found myself wanting kisses from Ellis.

Ellis: Thanks. I’ll start with your forehead…

Ellis gently brushed my bangs aside and kissed me on the forehead.

He then moved to my cheek, ear, and neck… kissing me gently.

Ellis: Fufu… are my kisses making you happy?

Ellis: … If you like them, I can give you many more.

Ellis: I want to give you even more love… because you’re my dear lover.

Ellis’ kisses made me feel so much better.

His soft lips showed me how cherished and loved I was.

Ellis: … Kate.

Ellis suddenly looked up from my neck and called my name.

His twilight coloured eyes met mine, and I was almost completely enchanted by them… then I felt it.

(He’s going to kiss me on the lips…!)

Ellis: …?

Ellis looked at me, bewildered.

The reason being… my hand was on his mouth, preventing him from kissing me.

Kate: … I-I’m so sorry! W-Why did I even…

Ellis was my lover, and I loved him…

Kissing on the lips should’ve been fine, but something just felt so “wrong” about it.

Ellis: … It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.

Ellis was taken aback for a moment, but later smiled and reassured me that he didn’t mind.

Ellis: Kissing your hand is fine too. … Can I kiss your hand, Kate?

Kate: Y-Yes…

Ellis dropped a kiss on the palm of my hand that was covering his mouth earlier.

Ellis: Kate… can I get a kiss?

Kate: From… me?

Ellis: I’m okay with being the only one giving kisses, although…

Ellis: It’ll be much happier if we kissed each other instead.

(Now that I think of it… this entire time, Ellis is the only one showing affection, while I’ve done nothing to reciprocate it.)

Kate: … Okay I’ll kiss you.

Ellis: Mm. Where do you want to kiss me? I’ll be happy anywhere, as long as it’s from you.

(I just rejected a kiss on the lips…)

(On the forehead or cheek… just thinking of it makes me feel like my heart will break.)

(On the neck… that feels overly intimate for some reason…)

Kate: … Just like what you did, can I kiss your palm?

Ellis: My palm…

Kate: It’s weird, huh. I don’t think it’s a common place to kiss either…

Ellis: … I don't think it’s weird at all. I actually think that it’s very special, like it’s a thing only we have. I like it.

Ellis: Go on.

His offered hand was much larger and bonier than mine.

When I gave it a small quiet peck, I realised…

(Being told of how loved I am and receiving kisses made me happy…)

(And the fact that the love I received is from Ellis makes me feel happy too…)

Love can't be one-sided. Love is a very special bond between two people.

It’s important that the budding love be conveyed to each other, instead of only one person expressing their feelings.

Kate: … Ellis.

Ellis: Yeah?

Kate: I’m incredibly happy right now. So happy that there’s nothing more I could ask for…

Ellis: … Really?

Ellis: If that’s really the case, then I—

Kate: It is. Falling in love with you, and being your lover… these make me feel happier than ever.

Ellis: …

Just moments ago, Ellis would smile and respond to me instantly.

But the instant he heard those words, his facial expression stiffened and he fell silent.

Ellis: …, … I’m sorry.

He muttered a small apology, and I was getting worried about what could've possibly been the problem, when—

…

Kate: …!

I jolted awake in bed and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Ellis.

(Ellis looked so pained when he apologised…)

(... Why did he apologise? I didn't get the chance to ask him.)

I was about to get out of bed and look for Ellis, when I finally figured it out.

(Wait… huh…?)

(Ellis and I aren’t dating… )

(Could it be that… everything that happened last night was just a dream!?)

(Dreaming of Ellis being my lover…)

(Is that how I see him, but that feeling is buried somewhere deep inside my heart…?)

I was filled with guilt, I felt that I wouldn't be able to face him for a while.

(Even so… that was a very realistic dream.)

Kate: I like you…

The words I muttered were an untrue statement I said in my dream.

And yet, it was as though there was someone in particular I wanted to say it to… it just felt so right to say those words.

[perfectpair2]

There’s no way you will last 🙊👣🩷

[holyratrimony]

Bergamot Baths and Soft Sheets

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’ve been bedridden with a fever for almost a week when Arthur decides you need a bath and a proper bed

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: non-descriptive nudity, not beta read

A/N: Thank you so much to @cowboydisaster for this request, I really enjoyed writing this soft, sweet fic :)

The steaming, bergamot-scented water lapped at your collarbone as you sunk deeper into the tub. Your muscles that ached after almost a week of doing nothing but laying on your stiff cot began to relax ever so slightly. 

You’d been bedridden with a fever for almost a week now. You’d fallen in the river on the way down from Colter. The wagon hit a rock as you crossed one of the many cool mountain streams. The movement was enough to knock you from the back of the wagon where you sat with the other girls. 

The water was freezing, weighing down your layers of dress, and saturating your petticoats. As Arthur was caught at the back of the procession with Charles and Hosea, Javier had been quick to pull you from the river. Placing you back in the wagon as Abigail and Miss Grimshaw fussed over you. 

But despite the warm blankets they wrapped around your shoulders after you shed your soaked layers, you fell ill with a fever not even a day later. The cot you usually shared with Arthur became solely yours when the heat started to rise beneath your skin. 

After days of being caught between waking and sleeping, Arthur insisted that you needed to get a bath and a real bed to sleep in. You quickly agreed to his suggestion, your body feeling fractionally better at the promise of sweet soaps and a soft mattress. 

Arthur had gathered you onto his horse, Rowan, a towering black shire, and held you to his chest as the two of you made your way to the nearby town of Valentine. When you arrived in front of the hotel he had helped you down from the horse, and taken you inside, requesting a bath and a room from the man behind the desk.

Now you melted into the soapy water, the feeling soothing your skin. As you rested your head on the lip of the tub, you heard a knock at the door.

Where you’d been expecting the light, gauzy voice typical of a bath girl, Arthur’s low timber filled the air. “Ya wan’ any help in there?” 

“That’d be lovely,” your voice was slightly scratchier than normal, due to lack of use. 

The door creaked open, Arthur entering with it. He quickly closed it behind him to keep your naked body from the eyes of any passers-by. He looked handsome in the low light of the room, his green eyes shining just beneath the brim of his gambler's hat. 

He crossed the space between the door and the bath in just a few strides before crouching down next to it. 

“Hello, darlin’,” his voice drawled, a small smile gracing his handsome features as his hand reached out, brushing against your cheek. Your eyelashes fluttered as his fingers caressed your feverish skin. Despite being sweethearts for the better part of three years, you still felt butterflies when he touched you. You leaned into his touch slightly echoing back his greeting. 

“You need a hand washin’?” You nodded gently at the question. 

Through your lidded eyes, you watched him roll up the sleeves of his blue shirt. His tan forearms were roped with muscle, muscle that rippled with each small movement. You studied him closely as he grabbed the sponge and soap that had been placed near the tub. 

“You checkin’ me out, woman?” His voice was light and teasing as he shot a faux stern look in your direction.

You nodded in response, grinning lazily as you leaned your head back against the rim of the tub. “How could I not?”

His rough and calloused hands were contradicted by the soft and soapy sponge as he began to scrub your arm. He started near the shoulder, making light gentle circles, creating a thick and foamy lather on your skin. 

A deep and content sigh left your lips as you felt the grime and sweat of the past week be washed away by loving hands. 

You began to get lost in the drag of the sponge on your skin, only really coming back when his hand disappeared into the water, his grip wrapping delicately around your ankle. He pulled it out of the depths, resting your heel on the edge of the tub, the murky water helping you keep your modesty. He moved the sponge across your calf first, the small circles he traced sent a tingle through your body. 

Each brush of the soap over your fevered skin sent relief and relaxation through you. The love the man felt for you was communicated through every touch of his skin against yours. 

Arthur meticulously worked his way up your leg, each swipe inching higher and higher. While normally touch like this would get you riled up, now it seemed to just be drawing you closer and closer into the arms of sleep. The soothing patterns he traced along with the sweet nothings that left his lips lulled you into a middle state between asleep and awake. 

What brought you back to alertness was not when Arthur placed your legs back in the water, nor when his touch left your skin, but when you felt a brush of his lips against your forehead. Then followed by his hands on your shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles there. You couldn’t quite stop the soft groan that left your lips as he massaged away the deep ache that had settled into your upper body. 

The sickness and exhaustion that had settled into your body over the past week had been eased by the warm water, instead being replaced with a drowsy contentedness. 

“How’re you feelin’ now, darlin’?” Arthur’s voice was gentle as he spoke. 

“Like a new woman,” you joked lightly, your eyes opening slightly. 

“The water’s goin’ cold. Think it might be time we getcha to bed.”

You nodded in response. You felt Arthur’s hands leave your shoulders as he stood up, stretching his arms. “D’ya want help getting dressed?”

Again you nodded, extending your arm out for him to help you rise out of the tub. He had grabbed one of the towels the hotel provided and began to help you dry off. He was just as gentle as when he helped you wash, touching you as if you were something precious and delicate. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, the words barely loud enough for you to make out.

The room he rented was right across from the bath, meaning you were unlikely to run into other people. Arthur helped you put on your chemise, the fabric was thin and light on your warm skin. He gathered the rest of your clothes in his arms before reaching for the door.

The two of you were quick darting into the hotel room, the door shutting solidly behind you. The room wasn’t anything fancy but compared to the cot you spent most of your nights on, it seemed lavish and extravagant. Arthur pulled back the sheets on the bed, gesturing for you to get in. 

The linens were soft against your freshly scrubbed skin. As you burrowed into the blankets, Arthur took a seat on the single chair in the room. You shot him a questioning look over the edge of the sheets.

“Now jus’ what are you doin' all the way over there, cowboy?” you teased.

“Well seein’ as yer still sick I thought I’d give ya some space, darlin’” 

“There’s plenty of room for both of us. Now quit bein’ chivalrous and come to bed.” 

He shook his head at your insistence, a small smile playing across his face. He stood from the chair, the candlelight in the room illuminating his body in soft, golden hues. You watched like a hawk as he stripped down to his union suit. 

Despite your body being heavy with sleep, you managed to lift the blankets for him, allowing him to slide in next to you. You turned towards him, the two of you laying face to face. 

“Thank you for this, Arthur. I needed it.” Your voice was soft as you stared into his jade-colored eyes. 

His hand moved to caress your cheek, his gaze dripping with fondness. “I’d do anything fer you darlin’.” 

Despite the sickness still residing in your body, you felt a peace and calm that you hadn’t felt for many years. The two of you, alone, in a real bed, with no gang or Pinkertons to worry about, it made you crave a different way of life. But those thoughts became fuzzy as the veil of sleep overtook you and your dear cowboy held you in his arms.

[qdappers]

not to be on the foolhalo grind but the fact that foolish and bad are so intimately tied to each other to the point that they notice things no one else does is almost poetic. bad made a comment the other day and no one else heard him but foolish. foolish confirms bads existence more than anyone else on the server and with everything he's going through i think being seen is one of the sole factors keeping him going.

they are both immortal so they know the burden that comes with outliving everyone and everything you care about. they knew that things wouldn't be happy for long and yet at the end of it all they still will have each other. everyone on the island tries to pin down what their relationship is to each other but how could they ever figure it out? at the end of the day mortals could never understand the connection and relationship of immortals, they haven't lived long enough to figure any of it out.

to some bbh and foolish are enemies who constantly bicker and fight and to others they are secretly in love and just continue to deny it. there will never be a set conclusion of which answer is right because it's all true. foolish and bad are friends, enemies, lovers and everything in between, most importantly they are a constant in each others lives. something to fall back on, someone who has seen you at your worst and continues to love you.

anyways, foolhalo soapy yuri where the rivalry is started because bbh has massive honkers and foolish has tiny ones so they constantly squabble

[tickle-minion]

Out of Uniform

Re-post of a story that Tumblr took down. Which is strange, because this was pretty vanilla tickling for me.

"You're out of uniform."

Dave heard his boss close up behind him. Dave turned his head to look over his shoulder as he knelt at the computer, editing a picture of an older couple who were on the cruise.

"Uh, no. I'm wearing shorts and a shirt. And even though it's kind of weird, I'm barefoot, too. I'm completely in uniform."

Dave's boss shook his head.

"You need to read over your contract a little more closely. You're showing your feet to the customers, and your feet are dirty. Says right in the contract your feet are supposed to be clean so we don't look unhygienic."

Dave stopped what he was doing, stared at his boss, and blinked.

"Uh, sir, you want us to be barefoot. Of course my feet are going to get dirty. What did you expect?"

His boss crossed his arms.

"What I expect is a little less lip from you and a little more work at keeping yourself in line with our policies. Come with me."

Dave's boss turned and walked away towards one of the back offices, leaving Dave to follow after him. Dave was prepared to be yelled at and fired, but that seemed excessive for having some dirt on his feet.

What Dave saw inside the room surprised him. There was a large sink, several buckets and pails, big bristle brushes on the wall, and one single chair right in the middle of the room.

"Take a seat," the boss said as he walked to the sink. As he sat down Dave watched his boss fill up a bucket. This whole thing was getting stranger and stranger.

His boss walked over to him with the bucket of water and put it down on the floor in front of Dave.

"Put your feet in there and let them soak."

"Excuse me? You want me to do what?"

"Are you hard of hearing, kid? I said put your feet in the bucket and let them soak. It's either that or you walk out of here and go find yourself a new job."

That wasn't going to be possible. Dave really needed to make money this summer to pay for college, and it was too late in the season now to find something new. He was stuck with this job whether he wanted it or not. With a sigh and a shrug, Dave lowered his size 11 feet into the bucket. The water was warm and kind of comfortable.

"You get up out of that chair for any reason, you can consider yourself out of a job, you understand?"

Dave's boss now had a large white bar of soap in his hands. The boss got down on his knees in front of the bucket and dropped the soap in, watching it sink. Dave could feel it as the bar settled on top of his toes.

"Hope you're not too ticklish, kid," the boss said. He reached his hand into the bucket, took the bar of soap in one hand, one of Dave's feet in the other, and started rubbing the sole of Dave's foot with the soap. Dave jumped in his chair.

"Whoa now, what the fuck do you think you're going!?"

"You're out of uniform with those dirty feet, so I'm helping you get back into uniform. You are free to leave at any time if this is too much for you"

"Do we really have to do this, it's so weird..."

His boss nodded and continued to work the bar into a soapy lather. He put down a towel and brought one of the feet out. He rubbed the foot all over, from the ankles to the tips of the toes, lathering the whole thing is white sudsy soap. Dave, for his part, bit his lower lip and clenched the seat of the chair with his hands... his feet were ticklish and this was torture.

Suddenly those slicked fingers were flossing between his toes and Dave barked out a laugh. Embarrassed by the outburst, Dave started to blush.

"Ticklish one, eh? Well, you might not like the next part."

"Next part? What's the next part?"

Dave's eyes got wide as his boss picked up a large bristle brush, one that wouldn't look out of place cleaning shoes or brushing down a horse. The bristles were long, brown, and coarse.

"Wait, sir, wait, stop!"

His boss didn't stop. Holding Dave tightly by the ankle, his boss brought the bristles to Dave's sole and started scrubbing.

"No! PLEASE! HA HA, PLEAAAASE!"

Dave begged and started laughing. The feeling was intense, but he couldn't stand up. If he stood up he was out of a job. The urge to stand, to escape the ticklish punishment, was almost as strong as his need to stay employed.

"There, that isn't too bad, is it?" His boss grinned at him. He started vigorously scrubbing Dave's heel, working every single inch of it. Dave shook his head back and forth, trying to keep his laughter down.

He couldn't keep it in anymore when the brush moved up to his sole. The tickling tore through his foot and right up his leg. It tore through his entire body. Dave threw his head back and started to cackle. This was too much, he felt like he was going to die in this chair.

"Shit, you're loud, kid. Everyone's going to hear you and wonder what's going on."

Dave couldn't help it, the way the brush was scrubbing over his slick wet soles was driving him inside. After what seemed like an eternity the brush moved up to his toes. As the bristles teased the sensitive skin right under and between his toes, Dave's face was bright red from laughter and his eyes were bleary with tears.

Finally it all stopped. Dave hunched forward, taking in deep shaky breaths. It was over, it was finally mercifully over. His whole body was a sweaty mess and his hands hurt from gripping the seat of the chair so tightly.

"Alright kid, that's one foot down, one more to go!"