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steele-soulmate · 1 year ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 366, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks

WORDS: 1239

I woke up the following morning to a bed full of snuggles and love from the Ratajczyk bedbugs. Peter and I flanked either sides of our shared faire bed, with Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, Baby Tommy and little girl all curled up in between the two of us, bundled in handknitted green and blue blankies.

“Good morning my love,” I murmured in a gentle tone, leaning over the kids to press a sweet kiss to his cheek before rolling out of bed to get ready for the Sunday at faire.

I was taking a birdbath with a wet washcloth when I sensed Peter’s looming frame lingering behind me. I stood up and giggled as he spun me around and seized me by my waist and hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his hips.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he rumbled softly, pressing a lazy kiss to my temple. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I certainly did my love,” I hummed, knowing that once we got home later that night, he would rail me so hard, I would be walking funny come tomorrow.

“Katie is a Ratajczyk,” he giggled, looking over at the bed, where the subject of our early morning chatter was surrounded by her siblings. “Sweetheart our families are going to be so thrilled.”

“You’re telling me my love,” I told him, my core getting wet as I felt his monstrous length growing hard. “Peter!”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he whimpered, allowing me to sliding down his manly body to get back onto my feet. “Just the mere thought of you makes me hard.”

“Hmmmmmmmmm…” I began to finger comb out my wild morning curls, getting ready to spray in some dry conditioner that I had made the week before. “Was it difficult for you to get hard for PlayGirl?”

“Honestly? No, not really,” he shrugged, avoiding my eyes. “I had magazines that I would look at to help get hard enough for the photographer to work.”

“Oh?” I asked as I sprayed the hair product into my hair, finger combing and fluffing every so often.

“My favorite picture was a retro styled pinup of a petite redhead with sizable jugs,” he confessed sheepishly. “I had no idea why I always got so excited when I would see it.”

“I wonder why…” I giggled, setting the spray bottle down and looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“I think my heart knew what my soulmate would look like,” he told me, accepting the wet washcloth from me and beginning to give himself a birdbath, scrubbing underneath his armpits and along his sides. “Building me up for when I would meet you.”

“You really think so?” I asked, setting my hair comb down before beginning to braid my curls into tight plaits that framed my round, befreckled face.

“Hmmmmmmmmm…” he hummed before taking up my comb and beginning to pick at the nighttime snarls that had grown life during the night.

I opened the chest at the end of our bed, which I had packed with faire garb for the entire family, where I selected two lace up kirtles- a green one with hand embroidered flowers and leaves and a blue one with hand embroidered clouds and raindrops.

“Which one?” I asked him, knowing which one he’d pick but still wanting to let him choose.

“Green,” he told me, holding it up for me to wiggle into, my head popping out the neck holes and my arms wiggling through the arm holes.

“Good choice my love,” I told him as I struggled to free myself once more.

“Peekaboo,” he cooed softly, taking to a knee as he selected my dark blue leather faire boots and a pair of rolled up socks, waiting for me to finish fighting with the dress.

“I see you,” I chortled as I finally managed to tug it down, smiling at this strong, caring, kind hearted man, who had made unbreakable vows to love and protect me until the end of our days together. “Two hundred and one days until we can try for Ratajczyk baby number two.”

“I can’t wait,” he whimpered, yanking me into his chest and shoving his nose at my mermaid tattoo behind my left ear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you have an impregnation kink,” I pointed out in a dry voice.

“What can I say?” he shrugged boyishly. “I like seeing what my seed does to you. I like watching your body transform as you get ready to be a new mother.”

“Hmmmmmmmmmm…” I hummed, setting my hands onto his shoulders and lifting a foot to let him finish dressing me. “You are such a manly man, Peter Thomas Ratajczyk.”

“But I’m your manly man, aren’t I?” he chuckled, setting my ankle down and reaching for my other foot, which I let him have without much fuss.

“Yes you are,” I agree, pressing my forehead to his and joining our hands together, fingers entwining and a content purr escaping my lips when he tugging me in closer to him with his hand on the back of my neck.

“Can you kiss your manly man?” he teased me, setting my other foot down and looped his arms around my petite body.

“Might as well!” I couldn’t help the laugh bubbling in my tummy as I kissed him deeply, squeaking at how savage he was acting as he begged kiss after kiss out from me.

“I love you, amazing sweetheart of mine,” he gasped in between kisses. “You are the woman that I never knew I wanted. I love you.”

“Mama Wen Wen?”

Peter and I peeled off from each other’s loving embrace and looked over at the bed, where little girl was sitting up and looking at the two of us with sleep bleary eyes as she woke up from having sweet baby dreams.

“Mama Wen Wen, mesies wantsies milky milk?” she asked, making grabby hands at me as she asked for what she wanted most right now.

A smile spread over my face as I made the adjustments to my faire garb, Peter standing and collecting the almost two year old and bringing her over to me to feed from her mommy.

“Little girl, little girl, little cutie pie,” I sang softly as I leaned backwards into my husband’s chest, cooing when he settled his hands over my flat tummy. “Little girl, little girl, mommy loves you…”

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years ago

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Do you have any tips to take care of slightly wavy hair (2a I think ?) please ? And resources too. There’s so many information about wavy / curly / kinky hair and the CGM and the likes, I have not idea where to begin.

Sure! Okay, I'm guessing from this phrasing that you've already read me talking about CGM and are interested, but not sure where to start? So I'll answer along those lines.

First of all, don't listen to YouTubers. Those people are lunatics. They'll be like "Here is a simple video showing you how to do a CGM wash! So first we cowash with a special cleansing product, then we cowash with a conditioner, then we use a detangling spray, then we use a hair mask for three minutes and seventeen seconds before rinsing with coconut water, then we condition with an organic conditioner, then we use a curl cream, then we use a curl custard, then we use a mousse, then we use a gel, then we use a shine spray, and then we add a leave in conditioner! Next up, here's a fifty minute video about the drying process! Love your natural curls uwu like and subscribe" MA'AM WHAT IS NATURAL ABOUT THOSE CURLS

But they can really end up confusing you. So steer clear until you have a handle on the basics! Unless you're looking up a specific technique and need to see it to understand - that's the one time YouTube is useful here.

What I did was I found a Facebook group that was about CGM in the UK specifically. I did it because until I wrapped my head around product ingredients, I wanted to get a list of UK products I could use. As luck would have it, the group I found is run by CGM trained hairdressers who are friends with Lorraine Massey (the CGM founder) and therefore know all the up to date advice and guidance. Their albums are full of both instructions and lists of CG friendly products, so that was mega useful.

I also got the CGM handbook for Christmas. For the most part, that was good - it was especially useful for my sister and cousin, because there's a chapter on how to do the method on kids, and both of them have since birthed curly haired children while having straight hair themselves and as such neither knew wtf to do until I photographed the pages and sent those along. BUT I will freely admit that her styling recommendations in that handbook for wavy hair are absolute dogshit. So there's that.

But ultimately, the biggest advice as you start is KEEP IT SIMPLE. Buy one (1) conditioner, and one (1) styling product (a mousse or a gel). Remember that the first step is transitioning your hair anyway, and that will take probably a week or two, and possibly up to six. Be patient. Don't expect perfect results overnight. Part of this stage is getting used to what natural curls look like - there will be a little bit of frizz, but pictures of curls in the media are always of frizz free tonged curls, not natural ones, so you need to get your eye in, so to speak.

If you're in the UK, I'd recommend you start with Sainsbury's own brand apple conditioner, or Alberto Balsam silicone free raspberry conditioner. Use it to both cowash and condition, because cowashing literally just means 'wash with a conditioner instead of shampoo'. At this time of year, the weather is getting hot and dry, so I'd recommend a glycerin-free styler like Shockwaves Tuff Stuff (the mysteries and mayhem of glycerin and dew points and curls are fascinating, but too complicated if you're new and trying to unknot your brain, so I shan't explain them here.)

Recommended procedure:

Cowash by rubbing that conditioner onto your roots for a few minutes, thoroughly. It doesn't need to be hard, but it does need to be thorough. Rinse it all out.

Put conditioner onto the lengths and ends of your hair. Gently detangle - you can use your fingers. I use a wide toothed comb. The important thing is to be gentle, and let the conditioner lubricate the process. This step takes the longest, btw - the rest is actually very straight forward.

The longer your hair is, the more I recommend you flip your hair upside down for the rest of this process, to help with volume; but you don't have to. HMU if you want an explanation of root clipping instead.

Put your hair back under the water and gently scrunch it from end to root as the conditioner washes out. Pools of water with conditioner should collect in your hands as you do - keep scrunching it back up into your hair until it runs clear. This is a technique called 'squish to condish', often written as 's2c'. It helps encourage the curl, and hydrate the hair shaft.

Squeeze the excess water out of your hair using the same motion.

Get your gel or mousse. You don't need too much, especially when starting out. Get a lil blob and rub it between your hands, until it coats your palms. Then gently scrunch that in, squeezing the water out as you go.

Use either a microfiber towel or a supersoft cotton t-shirt to further gently scrunch the excess water out. There's an appallingly named technique called 'plopping', which is where you wrap the hair up in the towel/t-shirt without disturbing the curls, and that's worth looking up; it's the equivalent of wrapping straight hair into a towel turban to take it from wet to damp.

Diffuse or air-dry! If you don't own a diffuser, look up how to use a colander or sieve, they work in a pinch. Also look up hammock diffusing, which I swear by for longer hair if that's what you have. DON'T FIDDLE WITH IT WHILE IT'S DRYING. Try to touch as little as possible. You will make more frizz the more you disturb it.

And that's it. It sounds more than it actually is in practice. My hair is super long, and the washing takes half an hour, most of which is detangling. Drying does take a while, but I personally find the trade off is more than worth it, because I only need to do it once a week now, rather than every other day like I used to.

And lastly, accept that your hair will never look the same from day to day, and that's part of the fun! Enjoy the process. The more you do it, the easier it gets.

(Also it will grow like a weed now so be prepared for that)

#hair #long post

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strxwberrylemonxde · 3 years ago

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Hello love! Could I request Aizawa x M!Reader where Aizawa grows his hair out much longer because he knows his boyfriend loves to play with it and he wants to give him more to play with? Just fluff fluff fluff I feel like he’d actually do something this complicated and time consuming to show his love haha. I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night!!! 💖

Aizawa Growing His Hair Out for His Boyfriend

Pairing: S. Aizawa x male!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Just absolute, pure, teeth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 0.73k

A/N - And the Aizawa brainrot continues 😌 This was literally so wholesome I may have cried a little... Just thinking about this idea warms my heart exponentially, this is so cute 🥺 And ahhhh hi, you're my first anon!! I hope it was okay I made this into a headcanon. Thank you so much for this request dear, I hope it was to your liking! Enjoy <333

If there’s anything Aizawa loves more than cats, it’s your hands through his hair

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t act like a cat when you play with his hair too

Being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he knows how much his boyfriend loves to mess with his hair

The way your hands were constantly weaved through his locks, twisting at the ends, combing through it with your fingers, and just admiring the softness of it was something that brought joy to his heart

You also cannot tell me that this man’s hair isn’t soft despite his appearance, pffttt

I swear, he loves the way you’re so focused on it, it makes him feel whole

I can imagine him slightly nuzzling into your hand whenever you would touch his hair

And it’s definitely gotten to the point where you would subconsciously play with his hair

One time, the two of you were taking a bath together as a way to unwind right

He was leaning against your chest and you just started toying with his hair, twisting it, detangling it, and washing out the leftover shampoo and conditioner

When I tell you this man almost fell asleep in the water 💀

To him, this was one of the purest forms of affection he could ever receive

Whenever he comes home from work in the evening with a mountain of papers needed to be graded, he’ll let you straddle his lap and cling to him, savoring the way your fingers combed and twirled through his hair

Or whenever he came home from a fight with a villain, he savored the way you would braid and unbraid his hair over and over again

You knew him well enough to know that this was one of the things that got him to fully relax after such a tense day

While it was an act of blissful love for the two of you, it also served as a reprieve for him, a release from his outside stressors

He won’t admit this, but the feeling of you playing with his hair makes him feel safe

He’s comforted by the knowledge that you’re with him in the present and it reminded him that you were here to stay

This was your form of unspoken love to him, and he wanted to reciprocate the love back

It took you months to catch on to his plan

You noticed the way his hair grew longer as the months went by, assuming he was just too busy to get it trimmed, though as another few months went by, you were growing suspicious

It wasn’t until the two of you were getting ready for bed one night that you finally decided to bring it up

He came out of the bathroom with damp hair, a towel over his neck, and his pajamas hung loosely over his frame

You were scrolling through your phone when you noticed him in the doorframe, your eyes immediately taking in the length of his hair

“I see you haven’t been cutting your hair recently”

He blushed

HE BLUSHED

You made the Shouta Aizawa b l u s h

“Yeah… it has gotten a bit longer. I haven’t trimmed it in a couple of months.”

While in the past his hair was just around the tops of his shoulders, it now reached closer to his elbows

By now, he had gotten into bed, and you opted for combing through his hair, taking in the new length

A moment of silence filled the bedroom as you touch a few tufts of hair, twisting and twirling them between your fingers

It reminded you of black silk, so soft and smooth

“I know how much you love playing with my hair, so I thought I would give you more of it to play with.”

See, Aizawa wasn’t really one to do something to please other people

So when you realized that he grew his hair out for you, your heart swelled with a deep-rooted feeling of endearment

“Sho, honey, you didn’t have to do that for me! It’s gonna be harder to take care of now that it’s so much longer.”

He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose

“Well then, handsome, I guess I’d do anything for you. The smile on your face is worth the effort.”

He is so soft for you, you have this man absolutely whipped

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chaos-writes · 3 years ago

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Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food.

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed.

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed.

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest.

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg.

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?"

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..."

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up.

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled.

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet.

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain."

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is."

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence.

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

#rikiya yotsubashi #redestro x reader #redestro #youstubashi rikiya #re-destro #re-destro x reader #mha redestro #bnha redestro

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junhuiste · 3 years ago

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twice twice baby (preview)

pairing: jake x gn reader x sunghoon

word count: 2200

tags/warnings: fluff, slight angst, college!au, hockey player!jake, ice skater!sunghoon, sports med assistant!reader, slowburn, mutual pining, cursing, slightly suggestive scenes

a/n: this is just a preview of the bigger piece i plan to publish much later, so it pretty much only has jake, sorry hoonists! also gonna address it here while we’re at it, but i wanna apologize to everyone who sent requests in! i have them all plotted, most drafted and written, but i didn’t realize when i moved back home how busy i would be with work, summer classes, and looking for an apartment! i will have them published before the end of summer though! this piece is coming out before only because i wrote it well before finals week lol

taglist: please let me know if you wanna be part of the taglist!

Being in a parallelogram (or was it a dodecagon? A triangle? whatever) with the two notorious ‘Ice Hotties’ at your college, Jake Sim, the captain of the hockey team, and Park Sunghoon, the world class figure skater, is easy. Geometry isn’t that complicated...right?

As you entered into the arena, a cold blast of air struck, prompting you to jump slightly in your tracks, cursing that it was men’s hockey season and not basketball anymore. Albeit arms shivering, knees wobbling, and barely being able to make any strides at all, you weren’t distraught and to some extent trembling because of the ice rink or the ice packs inside the pouch seemingly glued to your waist, or hell, even the unnecessary air conditioner giving its all. Really, did they need to keep that fucking thing on when it was already polar-arctic-adjacent inside the arena? Probably to keep the rink from oozing into water and having Atlantis actually come to fruition...whatever, fuck the cold!

“Y/N, let’s get on it. We’re a bit late.” The head athletic trainer indicated, speed-walking a little too quickly for your liking, but what were you to do when your chest was heaving upon arrival at the ice center? Suck it up? Collapse and crawl into a ball?

Nodding, even though she was practically scurrying and leaving your curtailing ass in the dust, you heightened your pace despite the fact that your legs were about to give out at any second. Weren’t cold spaces supposed to make a solid more rigid, not turn your legs to jelly?

The both of you finally reached the area where the players were situated to greet the head and assistant hockey coaches.

“This is Y/N,” your trainer (whom insisted you just skip the formalities and call her Mina) motioned to you, slightly yet noticeably panting, “a first year, but they’ve done men’s basketball, women’s soccer and some gymnastics last semester. They know their stuff!”

“Wouldn’t doubt it.” The head coach reaches out to grip your hand firmly.

“Pleasure to meet y—“ once more today you jump, this time not shaken by the frozen tundra or by the vehemently boisterous buzzer, though it was much more thundering than the buzzer at the basketball court for some reason, but by the announcers cheering, “first year, number three, co-Captain, Jake Sim!”

And the crowd? They didn’t just go wild, no, they were literally cacophonous, the ground beneath and the arena stands rumbling, practically rivaling the San Andreas fault. Craning your neck to look around the oval shaped space and just how many students from your school, clad in university regalia, were present to see guys battle it out with plastic sticks on frozen water, even that, the entire scene wasn’t what had your heart nearly palpitating out of your chest.

First year, number three, co-Captain, Jake Sim. Now that was enough to warrant a blood pressure monitor...and possibly a defibrillator.

Almost giving yourself whiplash from turning around too quickly, it was hard not to gape at the boy coasting across the ice, waving at the all too excited crowd. And even through his helmet and from across the rink, you could make out his dark, glimmering irises, like how the sun’s edges would peak through from behind during an eclipse. It was kind of charmingly sickening actually, that someone could be as radiant as he was, under all the bulky gear, even despite the temperature. It wasn’t convenient actually that it had to be men’s hockey this time, that you, as the athletic trainer’s sports medicine intern had to attend the games for. Yeah, it was for credits. Sure, it was for intern experience...but what was the point if you only expected to make a fool out of yourself trying to tend to Jake and his teammates’ possible injuries?  It wasn’t fair, actually, that you were hopelessly in like with Jake Sim and that he didn’t even know your name when you were in the same physics class. To be fair though, it was a class of about 400, an infamous weeder course that crushed the poor souls of innocent underclassmen, so to have him direct any sort of attention your way, even a mere glimpse, would be laughable. That was what happened when you sat in the back, though.

Of course it just had to be Jake Sim that completely bewitched you, and he didn’t have to twirl any fingers or fixate any potions to have you just so damn spellbound. All he had to do was show up to freshman orientation with that stupid inviting grin of his, and that dumb glint in his eye that no one else seemed to possess. No, of course he just had to show up and be almost too cordial to everyone in your orientation group, even though all the other students, including you, could not give a single damn about the campus tour. And yes, of course, he just had to have the masses absolutely enamored with him, both upper and underclassmen alike.

Consider all of that, with Jake’s insane schedule, not that you knew anything specific, just that he had games on Tuesdays and Thursdays, coupled with daily practices, but you were only privy to that information because Mina always gave you the athletic teams’ agendas for the month. So yes, trying to garner any attention from Jake was like floating right smack in the middle of the Pacific, sending some sort of signal through a marine radio, and getting no response back. Not a hint that anyone was coming. No helicopters whirring above, no boats sent out ashore. What would he want to do with the first-aid kid, the person that sat in the back, the person that was paying attention to something else at the moment, and not the fact that they had to observe players carefully for potential injuries?

Well, sorry to Jake’s teammates and Mina, but you just couldn’t pry your eyes off of number three. How he skated in such an agile manner while simultaneously defending assertively was certainly an image now seared into your mind. The way he commanded the court was just so—“You paying attention? Are you okay today?” Mina snapped you out of your nonsensical trance.

“Yeah, yeah of course! Always on my toes like you said...” your eyes told a different story, and deceived you at that.

“And there’s number three, Sim, with the first goal!”

Jake skated backwards to high five his teammates and to prepare to defend, and it was definitely a sight to see him so animated, feeling right where he should be in his domain.

“Ah, I see. Number three is it? I heard he’s a beast on the ice,” Mina nudged and winked slyly at you, “anyway, pay attention ‘cause if your little ice boy gets hurt you know we gotta move quickly.”

It was already enough to have your friends taunt you about your silly adolescent infatuation with Jake, now to have your mentor in on it too? Mina was right though, you were here to wrap ankles and tend to bruised hips, not ogle at the team captain.

“Gotcha. On my toes!” you winked back at her, semi-ready to do your job. If you could predict injuries before they even happened during the basketball and soccer games you should be more than capable of caring for the hockey players. Whipping your head around to finally and legitimately focus on the members, you really wished you hadn’t.

There he was, number three, adept and dodging the defensive players, with the puck sliding in tandem with his stick. Then, it happened all too quickly, in a tenth of a second, too much for everyone spectating to comprehend.

BAM.

Suddenly, Jake was on his back after he and the opposing player too combatively collided into each other. You blinked once and now he was supine on ice, clutching a leg to his chest. His teammates and the referees hastily surrounded him, but you could not watch anymore, you had to do what you were here for.

Running past both the coaches, lamenting what the hells and go go go! at Mina, you dashed to the edge of the rink, about to enter and slip on the ice, but stopped yourself, because you didn’t have skates on. Fuck. Mina and you always ran to the scene of the injury, and you’d only dealt with hardwood floors and grass fields, but never ice. There was no reason for you to just stand around though, as Jake was being lifted by the referees. As much as you wanted to glue your eyes to the catastrophe, you sprinted to the locker room to fetch the cooler.

“Everyone, move!” You shouted at the towering players standing in your way. Setting the cooler on the floor, you directed some of them to assemble a few of the chairs they were sitting on for a makeshift cot for Jake to rest his leg on. Nervously yet rapidly, you dug into your backpack for a splint, pre-wrap, and medical tape.

When you stood back up, Jake and the referees were at the rink’s entrance, with Mina extending her arms to steady him once he transitioned from ice to linoleum. And through all this he maintained the same tender-hearted curve on his face, beaming at Mina and thanking the referees.

One of Jake’s coaches and Mina propped Jake around their shoulders as he hopped on one foot to your nearby station. Assisting them in getting Jake to sit down, you were shaking slightly out of feverishness and hormones, even though it was the perfect temperature for snowfall, but forming a resistance to doing that was almost impossible.

Christ, you weren’t like this when Taehyun tore his ligament last semester at the basketball semi-finals, or when Yuna sprained her toe out on the field, yet it was due to that certain someone that you just could not find it within you to operate as you usually did. It was imperative that you got out of your own head; Jake was merely another athlete you had to tend to and someone you, quite frankly, had to get over, like now.

Once Jake was seated with his right leg propped up on the opposite chair, he took his helmet off and handed it to his coach standing guard next to him.

“Mina, you guys got this?” The coach hesitantly asked your trainer.

“Absolutely nothing to worry about, Coach Kim! We’ve seen worse than this; we’re good, right Y/N?”

You gave Coach Kim a measly thumbs up and he rushed to get back to the rest of the team to continue with the game, deliberating who would substitute in now that their best player was on the sidelines.

While Mina undid Jake’s skates and kneepads, you assessed him before you could get started, asking him what kind of pain he had in his leg, how much it hurt on a scale of 1-10, and if he could wiggle his toes.

Sharp and kind of aching, I think. 8.5-ish, actually maybe just 8. Toes wiggling.

“Um, okay. Good that your toes are still intact, which means you’re gonna be okay, but is there any other part of your body that hurts?” You tried not to sound like a complete buffoon, trying to enunciate your words properly like you did with several other injured athletes; Jake shouldn’t have been any different. He was, though.

“Yeah, I feel like there’s a bruise on the right side of my body somewhere,” he said, motioning to his abdomen.

“Okay...I’m gonna take your shoulder pads off and you have to take your jersey off so we can ice it, is that cool with you?” Your brain was bouncing off the walls at the mention of “take” and “off”. Come on, this wasn’t fucking NASA, although it might as well have been, as he was a universe and a half to you (in a melodramatic way of sorts).

“Yeah, yeah—for sure. Thanks.” Jake flashed an acknowledging smile, to which your cheeks heated up at. There was an injured boy in front of you—no time for shits and giggles and teenage elation.

As you aided Jake in removing his shoulder pads and jersey, he winced a bit, while trying to hide it at the same time.   ��Are you good? I’ll get some ice on that soon, I promise.” You gradually eased into your ‘medic’ mode, trying to expel as much of your nerves as humanly possible.

“Yeah I’m okay, just hurts a bit. Thanks again,” he could not stop giving you that demure yet brazen demeanor, and to be around a smiling Jake meant a tense you, regardless if your subconscious plan to initiate Nerves Exodus was kind of working.

When Mina stood up, all finished with undoing his skates and knee pads, she asked Jake to repeat what he stated about his pain earlier to you back to her. Before walking to where the coaches and other players were, she chaffed at you, with a mischievous lilt to her words, “you can handle it from here right? The star player’s in your hands.”

Audibly, you ‘mhmmed’ her, and when you were out of Jake’s sight, rolled your eyes, making sure she noticed that. You were glad though, that Mina was your trainer and not some old, stern fart like she had when she interned in your same position; it made for much more “effective” mentoring and communication, especially because she left you alone with the athletes, so you were able to think of what to do next for yourself, and if there were ever any mistakes—which there were none of to date—she would help you work through them.

Holy shit, Mina left. It was just you and Jake.

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #jake scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon #jake

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sonianvmd · 4 years ago

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washing mondo owada’s hair 😃

warnings: swearing, suggestivity if you squint really really hard

a/n: sorry i died school was piling up

i’ve been thinking of this exact scenario since like february 🧍🏾

no spoilers below the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

“hey, mondo?”

“oi.”

“can i wash ur hair 😃”

he’s not necessarily against the idea but he’s hesitant

his pompadour is his trademark and the only other style you’ve seen him in is a manbun for when he sleeps or it’s early in the morning before he gets ready

so basically, you’ve never seen him with his hair down in it’s natural form

“uhhh, i dunno, doll.”

he caves after like two minutes

what? he luvs u

anyways

you drag him over into the bathroom and have him get his hair all wet n stuff

and you bring out the shampoo

he completely relaxes under your touch

you can hear him sigh contently and smile as you continue to lather all of his hair

it’s all so nice and domestic to him and he can’t believe he didn’t let you do this sooner

when you massage his scalp he physically relaxes every muscle in his body and pushes his head closer to you

you are

very good at this

you make sure the shampoo is evenly all throughout his hair before rinsing it off and grabbing the conditioner a few feet away

once again, squeezing the bottle into your hand and rubbing them together before placing your hands back on his head

you start by coating the top of his head before trying to rake it through the rest

you can’t quite reach around so you move to stand behind him in the bath and he leans back into you

he gets ur shirt a lil wet but it’s alright

once you finish raking it through his hair, you let it sit for about two minutes before rinsing and wringing his hair out

(and u add a lil conditioner at the end as a leave in since his hair is curly)

you get him a towel and return to the bathroom where he’s still sitting on the edge of the bathtub, playing with a loose strand of his own hair

before handing him the towel, you kneel down and cup his face

“you’re so pretty.”

he just looks at you lovingly before going “tch.” and turning his head away

ok damn bitch be like that then 😕😕

———

A BONUS FOR ALL MY NEGROS OUT THERE ‼️‼️

wash day together!! :)

you had been encouraging mondo for a little while to wash your hair together

you really wanted to rake your fingers through his hair while it’s wet and down and you had nothing against letting him help you with your routine either

when he’s finally convinced, you pull him to the bathroom and start running the water, having him put his head under it

he hesitantly does and you get to work, making sure all of his hair gets wet

you tell him he can stand and give him a moment to stretch his back before asking him if he has any preferred products or anything like that

let you find out he’s been using some 2-in-1 shit

here you come pulling out a whole damn beauty shop from the cabinet

you choose some of your stuff that seem like they’d be compatible with his hair

(and that you also don’t really use because as much as you may love him, products are expensive and we ain’t wasting shit here)

but he sits on the edge of the bathtub and just watches you as you deck up the products you’ll use on him

just admiring you

but he snaps out of it when you turn to him with the bottle in hand

you squeeze some shampoo onto your hand and tell him to rest his head back, putting your knee between his legs and leaning forward to apply it to his hair

ur chest was like

right in his face

damn ma

anyways

you lather his hair and massage it into his scalp

he almost falls asleep on the spot

ur head scratches are unmatched

“mondo.”

“mooooondo.”

“hm?”

“you can rinse it out now.”

HELP HE’S SO EMBARRASSED LMFAOO

he just kinda

nods abruptly and puts his head under the running water

just muttering to himself as he’s turned away from you 😭

he sits under the water for much longer than he needs to before sitting up again

and you put the shampoo back under the cabinet, grabbing your conditioner

you need to get access to his entire head of hair so you move to like straddle sit in his lap and he just holds onto your thighs

he keeps averting eye contact

i think u might make him a lil nervous

you coat the conditioner on the surface of his hair before raking your fingers through and sighing contently with a lil giggle

this was nice

once all his hair was finger detangled, you reached back for your comb/brush

(personally i use a brush bc its easier but i know a lot of black ppl prefer combs)

you began to detangle his hair with the tool, your fingers following behind it

he winced every now and then but you quietly apologized and kissed his temple/forehead everytime

after the first few times, he started wincing on purpose lol

anyways

you started to get off him bc you were gonna let the conditioner sit for a few moments but he pulled you back down

he just kinda wraps his arms around your waist and hopes you get the message

n so you rest ur head on his shoulder and just quietly talk to each other

he thanks you for making him do this but like begrudgingly lol

you enjoy being in each other’s presence before you finally take a deep breath and get off him

you help him rinse it out and keep abruptly moving his head to stay under the water and you brush through it

you guys are laughing like some mfs LMFAOO

it’s so wholesome

but you finish combing through his hair and get two cotton t-shirts

bc you wanted to do a deep condition treatment with him as well

so you wet your own hair and put the product in, helping him as well

you manage to convince him to do a face mask with you too

you guys take those corny ass white peepo mirror pics together but u guys are both hot so i mean

you lounge around for about half an hour before washing your hair out

(and rinsing the mask off too)

and you wrap the t-shirt around your own head and mondo just watches you do it like “. w hat”

you have to help him put it on but it’s cute

ok this is getting unnecessarily long lemme finish this up

you let ur hair dry for a while before taking the tees off and putting in your actual final finishing products

he kinda smells like u now and he’s lowkey here for it lol

n you play with his hair for the literal rest of the day before falling asleep together and appreciating the domesticity <3

(bonus bonus bc i thought of this and didn’t wanna scrap it)

if you wanted to braid it then he’d be like “yeah sure ok” but immediately regret it LMFAOO

he’s not even tenderheaded but dAMN MA YOU GOT THE GRIP OF A POLAR BEAR 😕

he winces and flinches a lot

“quit movin yo damn head.”

yeah LMFAOAOAO

WAIT SOMEONE MAKE AN EDIT OF MONDO WITH A DURAG

PLEAES

#danganronpa x reader #trigger happy havoc x reader #mondo owada x reader #mondo x reader #mondo owada #x reader #x black reader #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #dr1 x reader #dr1 #mondo owada x black reader #mondo x black reader #danganronpa x black reader #danganronpa x poc!reader #poc!reader #x poc!reader

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jean-kayak · 4 years ago

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Chapter 15

Summary: A relaxing summer after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (f&m receiving), fingering (f.receiving), squirting, eren cums on reader like twice, little bit of cum eating, overstimulation, fluff at the end LMFAO

Word Count: 4517

A/N: OOF, this is a big boy right here, and I was gonna break it up into two parts, but this series is already long enough and I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting lol. And this chapter is literally just porn except for a little plot at the end LMFAO. Also, I tried to keep the hair washing routine as ambiguous as possible

Tags: @iwascrybaby, @styxtm, @germinvasion, @prxttyguardian, @bigdaddyzawa @erensblackgirlfriend, @kbbvbz, @tomsadversary, @pettyluxury, @protectpancakes

Chapter Summary: The sex is great, sure, but how he feels about you is so much better

Playlist for this chapter:

1. Purple- Unusual Demont

2. P*$$Y Fairy- Jhené Akio

3. You- Jacquees

4. Feels- Kehlani

When you wake up the next morning, Eren's not next to you, but you notice pain medication and water on the nightstand, and you groan when you move too fast, holding your head. You take the medication before stumbling out of the bed, going to brush your teeth before following the smell of food.

You walk into the kitchen, the image of Eren shirtless, sweats hanging low on his hips, and his hair falling softly over his shoulders makes both of your heartbeats flutter. You walk up behind him, rubbing your hands over his torso before wrapping around his waist. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"Morning," you sigh, stifling a yawn as you look over his shoulder before resting your head on his back.

"Head hurting?"

"Mm-hm," you hum as you nod, sighing again as you tighten your arms around him.

"You need to eat something," he says, fixing plates for the both of you before guiding you back to his room. You both talk to each other, the words soft between the two of you as you eat on his bed. You're talking about random shit, the conversation going from one extreme to the other, but Eren doesn't care. He only cares about having you here with him.

When you're both done eating, he sets the plates on the floor before pulling into his lap and leaning back against the wall. He rubs up and down your back as he stares at you, and you give him a cautious look. "What?"

"Nothing," he responds after a second before leaning towards you, sealing your lips with a slow, sensual kiss, and you sigh softly. His hands rub and down your back before stopping at your ass, groping the flesh lightly.

You don't even realize that he's moving until you feel the bed underneath you, and he pulls away to sigh against your lips. "God, you're so beautiful," he breathes, and you feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, and he slowly lifts your shirt, kissing over your breasts before going down your stomach, and he looks at you when his hands grip the waistband of your panties.

You lift your hips up to help him get them off, and he lets them fall to the floor. "Every part of you," he whispers, his gaze focused on your sex, and he kisses up your leg, starting at your ankle, and you can't find it in yourself to break eye contact with him. His eyes don't leave yours as he licks a broad stripe up your slit, and you gasp softly as your hand comes up to tangle in the strands on his head.

He wants to watch the different twitches your face makes, and he can't help but close his eyes and savor the way your slick taste on his tongue. He licks at your clit, circling it before pressing it firmly, making you release a quiet moan, and he moving his mouth back down to your hole to collect the surge of arousal that seeps out.

He has his hands on your thighs, wanting to have as much room as possible but he soon lets them go, wanting to feel the plush meat of your thighs against his ears. He groans when they constrict around his head, and he slides his tongue in, the muscle curling against your walls as he moves it in and out.

"Shit, Eren." And he'll get over how you say his name, only spurring him on, and he works his fingers in as he focuses his tongue on your clit. He instantly curls his fingers, finding that spot inside of you with ease, and your thighs squeeze around his head tighter, and he can feel them twitching as you approach your climax.

He keeps going, trying to pull every sound out of you that he can, wanting to feel your legs tighten even more, the grip on his hair nearly painful, but he's barely paying attention to it. "Eren, fuck, I'm--" you start, and he keeps going, moaning loudly against your clit when you cum, but he doesn't stop, reaching deeper inside of you with his fingers, and he can feel you pushing against his head.

He moves down to meet his hand, groaning even louder when your juices spread across his face and into his mouth. He doesn't move away until he's made sure he's gotten most of it, and you rest your weight on your elbows as you breathe heavily trying to catch your breath.

He moves up, resting his hands on either side of you as he leans down, still licking some of your release off of his face. "I knew I could make you do it," he says smugly, and you scoff lightly as you give him a hazy smile.

"It felt weird," you say honestly, a little embarrassed that it was the first time you've ever done something like that, and he shrugs slightly before leaning down to kiss you, sighing when you can taste yourself on your tongue.

"No need to be embarrassed about squirting, princess, it's natural," he reassures, kissing you again, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"You need all this shit to wash your hair?" he questions in disbelief when he sees how many products you brought in the shower. You scoff lightly as you wet your hair, making sure it's soaked through before you split it into parts.

"Yes, trust me, washing my hair is not my favorite thing to do," you complain, and you start combing through one part.

"Let me help," he says, and you smile softly as you hand him the comb, and you grimace before grabbing his hand. "Easy! Good God," you breathe, and you show him how to do it gently, without hurting you, and once he finishes with that, which takes him a little bit longer because he doesn't want to hurt you again, you let him do the other parts.

You wash one side of your hair while he does the other, and he helps you rinse it out, making sure there's no more soap in your hair, and he tentatively reaches for the conditioner. "This is next, right?"

And you nod as you finish rinsing the rest of the shampoo out, and you open your eyes in enough time to see that he's putting a huge amount in his hands. "Woah! That shit is not cheap," you scold, grabbing the bottle out of his hand, and he scoffs before putting the product on your hair.

"I know. I bought it," he says, and you help him make sure he fully massages it through your hair. "What's the shower cap for?"

"I have to let it sit," you respond, making sure all of your hair is in it before you start to wash off some of the product that ran down your face.

You wipe the water off your face and out of your eyes, and then Eren's crowding you against the wall. "We should find a way to pass the time, right?"

You can already feel him getting hard as he kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he rubs against you. Your nails dig into his shoulders when he slides his fingers in stretching you out, and you break away from the kiss, unable to continue it as your mouth drops open.

He groans when your walls clamp around his fingers, and he's slipping them out of you and turning you around, your body shuddering at the coldness of the tile, and he spreads your cheeks as he pushes himself in.

You feel your eyes roll back at the feeling of the familiar stretch that never seems to disappear no matter how long he preps you, and he's breathing heavily against your neck as he starts moving his hips. He wedges a hand in between you and the wall to grab at your tit, pulling and rolling the nipple between his fingers as he uses the other one to grip your ass.

"Fuck," he breathes before he starts marking up your neck as he thrusts harder, your moans louder than the water hitting the tiles as your nails scratch against them. His hips are slamming against your ass as he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.

You don't even notice that he's moving you, backing up until there's enough room to bend you forward at the waist, and you rest your arms on the wall, crying out when he starts his pace back up again, your legs trembling from the constant stimulation of your g-spot.

He groans loudly as he stops moving, feeling his seed shoot inside of you, and you're surprised when he keeps going, the only thing coming out of his mouth are broken whines. He feels his body flash hot all over at the overstimulation, and he wants to run away from it, but it feels so good at the same time.

He feels the air being punched out of his lungs when you clench around him, tears brimming in his eyes, and he doesn't stop until you cum, and he watches your back arch, and he moans weakly when you stop him from moving by how hard you're squeezing him.

He fucks you through your high before quickly pulling out, feeling his spine tingling as he pumps himself, feeling another orgasm approaching even if he feels his body going numb all over from the overstimulation, and he cries weakly as his seeds spurts all over your ass, and he slams a hand on the wall as his legs nearly give out.

"Holy--fucking shit, what the fuck," he sputters, his head still spinning, and you chuckle softly as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

"You okay?" you ask playfully, still catching your breath, and he goes to answer but stops when he sees ropes of white painting your backside, and his eyes go dark. He didn't know this was something he was into, and he stops you when you move, burning the image in his brain.

He feels his heart thumping in his ribcage, and you turn around when he lets you move, your eyebrows creased in concern. "Are you okay?" you ask again, realizing that this is the first time you've heard him like that, and he huffs as he takes a step, his legs still a little shaky.

"I'm more than okay."

You're both dry for the most part, your hair braided into two braids as you both lay on the bed naked. Eren's head is on your chest, the mixture of the rhythm of your heartbeat and your fingers lightly scratching his scalp, putting him in almost a hypnotic state.

You're scrolling through your phone, and he finds himself smiling fondly whenever you chuckle at something, and if you end up laughing loudly, he makes you show him whatever you were looking at. He runs his nose through your boobs, and you sigh in surprise at the movement and blood instantly runs south.

It's a simple sound, but it revves him up like you didn't just have sex less than fifteen minutes ago. He doesn't think he's been with someone that can immediately put him in the mood, but he doesn't fight it as he turns his head, nosing at your nipple before pulling back to watch it rise to attention.

He glances at you, your focus on your phone, and smirks before licking at the bud, running over and circling with his tongue before sucking it softly. He hears you take a deep breath, but he keeps going, nibbling it lightly before bringing it back into his mouth.

The grip on his hair starts to tighten, and he grins as he ghosts a hand down your body, a finger circling at your navel making you twitch, before he runs his fingers through your folds with light, feathery touches, humming softly when he feels your wetness coating his fingers.

He circles at your entrance before sliding in easily with nearly no resistance, and he doesn't waste any time finding that spongy spot inside of you. "Eren," you start, your arm dropping, your phone soon following, hitting the floor, but neither of you are really paying attention to it.

When he slips another finger inside, curling them, your back arches, and he wedges his arm underneath you to pull you closer so that he can reach your other nipple. He pays attention to it just as much as the first, his saliva connecting his lips to your chest as he looks up at your face, seeing your eyes screwed shut, your mouth open as you release shaky breaths.

He speeds up his fingers, continuously hitting your spot every time he moves them back in, and you can feel what he's trying to do as your legs close around his hand. "Come on, princess. Wanna see if I can make you do it again," he whispers, using his arm to pin your leg down as he reaches further inside of you, watching your legs twitch and shake as that knot gets closer to snapping.

He sees your slick dripping down his wrist and onto the sheets, and it's getting harder for him to ignore his throbbing erection. One firm push of your clit as your legs going rigid as you pull on his hair, your wetness squirting onto his wrist and on the bed underneath you, and he groans as he ruts against the bed softly.

You're barely coming down from your high as he's moving, pulling his fingers out of you before setting himself between your legs, sitting back on his legs. He uses your slick to stroke himself, and you can't help but watch, your eyes trailing up his body to meet his eyes, half-lidded and swirling heavily with arousal, and it's like you're moving absentmindedly, moving onto your knees before moving towards him.

He watches you move his hand away, your mouth falling open slowly, and he feels his dick twitch when you look up at him. His hand falls to the side as he watches you guide him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him, and he rubs over your head softly as you bop your head.

As you speed up, he can't help but grab your neck, thrusting into your mouth. You dig your hands into his thighs as he fucks your throat. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck," he swears when you gag, your throat constricting around him. "Shit, your mouth is so, fuck, amazing," he moans, biting his lip as he throws his head back, feeling himself reach his climax.

Your eyes open in surprise when he pulls you off of him as you breathe in heavily, and you watch him stroke himself quickly, and he groans when he sees you open your mouth in waiting, and he flicks his wrist faster, having to stop himself from falling when he cums, fighting to keep his eyes open so that he can see his seed shoot all over your face and into your mouth.

If he didn't think he couldn't breathe after that orgasm, he definitely feels the air being punched out of his lungs when he watches you collect some of his cum on your fingers and slide them into your mouth, and he tackles you back onto the bed so that you're under him again. "You're seriously going to kill me one day," he whispers against your face, and you can feel that he's still hard, his orgasm doing nothing to placate him.

He whines softly when you grip him in your palm softly, guiding him towards your entrance, and he doesn't need to be told twice as he lines himself up, and the smirk you had on your face is wiped away when he starts to slide in. He moves almost instantly, making you cry out as you dig your nails into his shoulders, your legs falling limp around him.

Neither of you is going to last long, both of your climaxes approaching rapidly. "Fuck, fuck, I'm so--" he cuts himself off with a strained whimper as he moves faster.

"Me too, oh fuck," you breathe, not even able to get the words out, and as soon as he hits those bundle of nerves, you're cumming around him, your arms wrapping around him as your back arches, and he's not far behind, tensing as he cums before slowly riding out your highs.

He has a hard time catching his breath as his head feels dizzy, his body falling limp on top of yours, and you can both feel each others' heartbeat. "Are you still alive?" you joke, and you feel him scoff before he lifts his head up.

"Barely," he replies honestly before pulling you into a slow, tender kiss.

You're asleep now, your arms tucked under the pillow as you lay on your stomach, your head's facing him, and your breathing is soft but even. He's back to drawing again, and he doesn't know how much time passed, but it could be hours. That's usually how long it takes to draw out all the different images of you.

He puts it in the drawer of his nightstand, thinking it should be a good enough place where you won't find it before he lays back down, turning on his side so that he's face-to-face with you. He can't help the smile that forms on his face as he watches you.

"Princess," he whispers, scooting a little closer. "Princess," he says a little louder, and you stir slightly. "Baby, wake up."

"What?" you groan sleepily, keeping your eyes closed as you pull the pillow closer to you.

"I wanna have sex again." He can practically see your eyes roll behind your eyelids before you frown.

"I don't. Fucking sore," you sigh, your words slurring a bit from the sleep, and you almost open your eyes when you hear him chuckle softly.

"And who's fault is that?" he asks smugly, and you peel your eyes open to squint at him.

"Yours."

"Wait, wait, don't do back to sleep," he whines when you start to turn your head the other way.

"Why?" you cry softly, taking a slow deep breath in.

"You need to wake up." Your frown seems to deepen even more as you turn your head to look at him.

"The sun isn't up," you deadpan, and he glances at the clock on his nightstand before shrugging.

"So?" he replies, and you close your eyes at the same time you sigh, opening them to see that he's still staring at you.

"What?"

"Have I ever told you how much I..." He trails off, and you raise your eyebrows. He could say it, but he shouldn't, at least not now.

"How much what?"

And the look that he had on his face is replaced with a smirk. "How much I love your ass," he says, giving the flesh a firm squeeze, and you're rolling your eyes before turning your head. "You don't want to get out the bed?"

You groan your answer, your body not moving. "I'll run you a bath," he tries, and you turn your head, looking at him over your arm, staring at him for a while before you roll your eyes.

"Fine."

You don't think you've ever seen him move that fast, but you let the bed rock you as he gets out, but you don't move, settling your face back in the pillow before you sigh.

You vaguely hear water running and just as you're about to fall back asleep, he's walking back into the room, and he has to guide you to the bathroom. You shudder at the sudden shift from hot to cold and back to hot as you sit in the tub, wincing at the soreness you mentioned earlier, leaving enough room for him to slide in behind you.

He wraps his arms around you, tightening them to keep you close to him as you rest your face in his chest, and you frown when you hear him inhale deeply. "Are you smelling me?"

"Your hair smells good," he says, quickly defending himself, and you shake your head fondly. "You know we're gonna have to leave," he speaks up after a while in silence, the words revealing his disappointment more than he wanted them to.

"I know," you say quietly, and he chews on his lip softly in nervousness before he asks his question.

"Do you want to leave now?"

"No, I wanna stay," you say, moving closer into him, and he doesn't even try to fight the big smile on his face. He looks at your legs tangled together in the water, and his heart starts fluttering, and he's having a hard time stopping it.

He loves feeling this way, which is probably why they call it that. He just wanted to get away, not wanting to do all of the sneaking around, but he didn't know it would pull him deeper. And he can't help but feel giddy about it, a childish grin on his face, like he's a teenager experience it for the first time, which he technically is. He's never felt this way about anyone before, at least not this deeply.

"Why are you moving so much?" you question, moving slightly to get him to stop.

"I'm just happy," he admits, and he hears you scoff.

"Why? Because I said I didn't want to leave?"

"Yeah," he says. "And for other reasons," he mumbles into your hair low enough for only him to hear.

"We're supposed to be cooking, Eren," you chide when you pull away, and he chases after you, gripping your hips when you try to move. "I'm hungry."

"I know, I know, just one more okay?" he offers, and he smirks when you huff before leaning back in to meet your lips.

You both stayed in the tub until the water got cold and when your stomach started making noise, and there was really no point in bringing any shirts because he just gave you his to wear.

You hopped on the counter while you both decided what you wanted to eat, but he just took that opportunity to slot himself in between your legs, and it leads to both of you making out for who knows how long. And of course, it happens again when he says just one more when you know that's not the case.

"Eren," you groan. "I want food."

"But I want to keep kissing you." You give him a lazy look, and he sighs, giving you another kiss before reluctantly moving away.

"We can make out after I eat." His eyebrows raise as his movements freeze.

"Promise?"

"Get to cooking, Jaeger."

"I thought we were supposed to be moving the furniture?" you ask, and you can barely get the words out before he's putting his lips back on yours.

"We moved the end table," he mumbles against your lips, moving right back in even though you scoff at his words. "You said we could make out after we finished eating."

"You said you wanted to move the furniture!" you argue softly.

"Shh, less talking, more kissing." He cups the back of your head, cutting off any more protests you had, and you roll your eyes but kiss him anyway.

He had said that he wanted to change around the living room, but he didn't tell you why, just saying he wanted a change of scenery, but all you did was move the end table to the other side of the couch, and then he was laying down on the couch, pulling you on top of him.

He breaks the kiss, and when you open your eyes, you see that he's staring at you again, a small smile on his face. "What?"

He seems to hesitate. "I--" then he closes his mouth before opening it again and then closing it, and you frown at him.

"You what? You keep stopping," you comment, and he smirks at you.

"Think you're really hot." You roll your eyes, and he laughs softly as you turn your attention to whatever is playing on the TV.

He does the same, his hands rubbing up and down your back softly as you lay your head on his chest. Your hand finds his hair, playing with the end of the strands before you tangle your fingers through it, and you turn your head, and your heart skips when your eyes land on his face.

You've never really stared at him before, but this time you're having a hard time looking away. When he first came back, it was sometimes hard to look at him because of what happened in the past, but now the more you look at him, the less those memories taint his face.

The only thing you can see is everything that's happened this summer.

"Who's the weirdo now?" he teases, looking at you with a grin on his face, and you lightly bump your forehead against his.

"It's still you," you counter, not really caring that you got caught since you're right there in front of him.

"What were you staring at?" he asks, and you shrug, looking at the ceiling like you're trying to think of something to say. "How pretty I am?" he mocks, and you scrunch your nose.

"No," you say with a shake of your head, moving your hand to scratch at his scalp lightly.

"Well, if I recall, you called me pretty," he says, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

"And when was this?"

"Last night," he responds slyly, and you try and remember what he's talking about, but all you remember is that you weren't necessarily sober.

"Hm, I don't think I did," you try, knowing that it's most likely true.

"You know they say drunk words are sober thoughts," he replies, changing his voice to make him sound like an expert.

"Yeah, not in this case."

"Come on, princess. Just admit that you think I'm pretty. There's no need to deny it when it's so true."

"Oh, God," you scoff as you roll your eyes. "Now, I'm definitely not saying it."

"You wound me," he jests, putting a hand on his chest for dramatics making you laugh. "Just say it," he presses, and you sigh, knowing that he's never going to let this go.

"I think you're really pretty," you relent, tilting your head to the side.

"Thank you," he tells you politely, and you shake your head, a fond smile on your face.

"You're such a dork," you stress, and he smiles widely.

"Yeah, but you love it," he says, kissing you again, slower this time, wanting to savor just the feeling of you. Your scent, your lips, the weight of your body on his.

He's so down bad for you that lately, you're literally the only thing that's on his mind. But if this is what it's supposed to feel like, the last thing he's doing is complaining.

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mashiraostail · 4 years ago

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I've been having a lot more depressive episodes lately.(dw, im getting help) But, can i have Nemuri and Aizawa comforting a s/o who just had a depressive episode? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with the topic, but if you do thank you so much

Thanks for the request! I can do this for sure and I hope it helps! As someone who is also depressed I put some lil tidbits from my own struggles in here (specifically the gargantuous amount of energy turning the shower knob can take me and how that simple action has literally stopped me showering for weeks) If you’re struggling right now please remember to extend your body the same kindness you so consistently extend to other people!! Even by sitting here reading my writing you’re being so amazingly kind to me!! Project that back onto yourself and give yourself a reward, a glass of water at your favorite temperature, or even a snack if you can stomach it! It’s easy to drown ourselves in comfort content and neglect tangible acts of self love but I promise the energy will be worth it!

Nemuri: It’d been a while since Nemuri heard from you, and even longer since she’s seen you, which was rare. You didn’t drop off the face of the planet or anything but you had been evading her invitations to go out or even just to spend a night with her. She wanted to avoid showing up unannounced but it was becoming concerning. The last thing she wanted was to make you think she didn’t trust you or to startle you, but whenever she brought it up you brushed her off. She hated the idea of you being sick or even just swamped with work all alone when she was more than capable of helping you out. Eventually she just decides to show up, she texts you first but you don’t even appear to open it, she just had a bad feeling and if hero-work taught her anything it was to always trust a bad feeling. She knocks on your front door for a while to no avail, ringing the bell intermittently, she’s just met with silence. Her key works which at least is a good sign that you didn’t pack up and move across the country or something. “Hello??” She wanders into the apartment. It’s dark and radio silent. But there are dishes in the sink, your shoes strewn around the entryway and your bag on the table. “You here??” You were definitely here, your car keys were on the couch and your usual walking around sneakers...or. one of them was underneath the coffee table. She decides to check your bedroom. “I’m gonna open the door okay?? If you aren’t decent now’s the time to say it don’t freak out at me okay?? I’m opening the door now.” She opens the door with covered eyes. “Hello?” She peeks between her fingers and is greeted with the sight of you, or the lump that is probably you, curled up underneath your duvet. “Nemuri.” Your head pokes up overtop your pile of pillows and the fluff of your comforter. “Well hello!” She piques, clearly relieved to see you, “good morning to you sleeping beauty, though it is 4 in the afternoon.” She pushes the door open the rest of the way and enters the room. “What’s up?” She leans against your dresser, “where have you been?” “Where does it look like I’ve been?” You sigh. “What’re you a vampire or something now? Decided to go fully nocturnal?” She grins but you don’t mimic her amusement. “What’s wrong babe? I’ve done like 4 things that you would have laughed at by now. Something’s obviously wrong. I texted you and called but you didn’t reply...are you upset with me? This isn’t how you normally act when you’re upset with me...” She wrings her hands together, “normally you come to see me all the time, I’m not saying you have to be inseparable from me or anything but...well this just isn’t like you..if I made you mad I’d rather you tell me babe since I’m clueless..” You sigh, suddenly feeling guilty for your radio silence for the past few days and the increasing distance you’d put between the pair of you for the past week or so now. It was intentional you just shut down and you didn’t mean to but everything was a chore, even the things you loved, sometimes especially the things you loved. “No...it’s not you.” “Well I’m...” She looked confused, “I’m glad to hear that but I’m still kinda lost. Are you sick? Did someone else make you upset? If someone else is giving you problems you need to tell me.” Having the green light gets her to venture further into your bedroom and sit on the edge of your mattress, “I can set some people straight if that’s the problem.” “No it’s..nobody...no one is giving me any trouble that’s not it.” You also suddenly feel sort of stupid. You don’t even know what put this on. One day you were fine and the next you were worse, and then next was worse and the next was worse than that until you ended up where you were now. In bed 5 days removed of a shower where your one meal of the day consisted of a plain bagel sometimes toasted other times not. “No one?” She reaches out and holds the bend of your knees, “are you sure?” You nod. “Okay then...well what is it? I wanna help but you’ve gotta let me know how.” “I just...” You scrub your face, “I just...it’s been a really bad week or..2 weeks or..however long. I don’t know. I feel so depressed and exhausted and everything is annoying and tiring and no matter how much I sleep I can’t seem to stay awake.” She takes in a breath at that and nods with it. “Oh. OH. Well now I feel stupid pulling away so much. I just didn’t wanna be overbearing and offend you or..well...well what’s up? What set all this on? Did something happen to...to make you feel upset or?” “I don’t know...I just think I haven’t been taking good enough care of myself. I’ve been slacking and procrastinating and then I got overwhelmed and then I got upset and now...I’m here. I just feel like such an idiot and now to think I made you think I was upset with you because I was too-” “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Nemuri shushes you, “it’s alright. Really you don’t have to feel bad about that. I get it, I understand now so it’s okay. I’m sorry for making it about me.” Her hand moves up to squeeze your thigh. “I wanna do everything I can to help okay? Whatever I can do to help you come out on top with this thing...” Her other hand squeezes your lower arm, “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me with this sort of thing okay? We don’t have to get into the...deep emotional part of it if you don’t wanna talk about that with me. But we can start small can’t we? When’s the last time you had something to drink?” She looks at the empty glasses on your bedside table. “And when’s the last time you ate or took a shower?” The face you make at that tells her more than enough. “Okay you don’t have to answer that.” She reaches out tuck your hair back but you flinch away from it, the last thing she need to feel was your dirty hair. “Come on with that.” She sighs, “I don’t think you’re gross. I’m not grossed out at all okay? I promise. I’ve had my fair share of shower protests. It’s in the job description, no ones perfect. I love you, smelly or not. Now hold still and let me give you a kiss.” You relent at that. She presses a long kiss to your temple, sighing into your skin, “I’m sorry you feel this way. I don’t wan you to feel this way ever..so let’s start small.. How about a nice bath, yeah? I’ll set one up for you you can soak in it for a bit, while you do that I’ll clean up around here, change your sheets and...work on that.. situation.. in the sink, then when you’re ready I’ll come wash your hair for you. After that you can relax in the bath a little more, shave if that’s something that will make you feel good, or I could put some conditioner in your hair. Or you can just sit in a nice warm bath with a cold bottle of water and get your energy back up. I’ll get you some real food in the mean time.” She doesn’t poke or prod for information, she washes your hair with the same care and consideration that went into most of the things she did, she didn’t ask to join you, or to stay. She asked if you wanted to be alone for a little bit longer and left you to it when you confessed that you did only poking in to leave ‘the comfiest looking pajamas I could find’ for when you were done cleaning up. You manage to get yourself up and out of the bath without having to call for the help or extra motivation to do it. She only looks delighted to see you. “How’d the bath go? Did I use enough bubbles?” “It was nice..I didn’t realize how..far gone I was..I feel better..” You rub your arm, if she’s at all perturbed by your confession it’s not detectable. “Yeah?? I had a feeling it would help. Now come here. I really want a hug.” She pats the empty bed beside her and you make your way over. “Good, there you are.” She wraps her arms around you and sighs, “I missed you.” She tucks you easily into her chest, her free hand scratching the nape of your neck, “don’t apologize for that.” She stops you before you can talk. “I ordered some food from that place you like. I wanted to make something so you could get some food in you a little faster but...you’re running a little low on raw materials.” She combs her fingers through your wet hair, “it’s okay though having your favorite might make you feel a little better.” “Yeah..thanks for being here.” You close your eyes, still exhausted but your chest felt lighter, your whole body felt lighter. “Of course. I only wish I came sooner but...” She pulls back and looks at you, holding the base of your skull in her hands, “I get wanting to be alone sometimes. Needing space to get your feet on the ground is normal but...don’t be afraid to ask for my help either. If there ever is a time that you want me here, need me here even...I want to be here. I know I can rely on you so I hope you know you can rely on me too.” She presses a long kiss to your forehead at that. “I think I’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.” Your voice is quiet and your fingers brush against her collarbone. “That’s good.” Her palm pulls your hair off your forehead, “in the meantime I’ll be here to help you get there.”

Aizawa: Aizawa was an introvert himself. He liked being around other people at times of course but sometimes he just needed a quiet room to recharge. He figured you did too, and plus you were both plenty busy. For the most part he trusted your judgement and tended to not be very insecure when it came to how much time you spent together. He liked being around you, and would rather be with you than not for the most part but he understood probably better than anyone what exhaustion can do to a person. If you were tired then you could recharge. That being said he wouldn’t avoid you if he saw you out and about, and he saw you out and about. It was actually late for you to be out, late for anyone to be out really. You were leaving a convince store and he was getting ready to call it a night with patrolling. “Hey.” The way you jump out of your skin at his voice tells him he maybe should have approached you with noisier steps. “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” You clutch the bag you were holding, “I just thought I was getting mugged is all.” “You think there are criminals running around when I’m out here? I don’t know if I should be insulted.” He teases a little and you jump. “That isn’t how I meant-” “I know.” He chuckles, “I know. What are you doing out so late? It’s almost midnight.” “I...had to get some stuff.. You bounce nervously on the balls of your feet, the last thing you needed was him seeing you like this. It was the first time you’d gone out in like 2 weeks, you were sure you looked as terrible as you felt. “You don’t look very happy to see me.” Ever intuitive. You supposed you didn’t keep it much of a secret, the first thing you did whenever you saw him was reach out for him, his hand, his arm, his waist, you just wanted to touch. Or normally you did, but now all you wanted to do was get away. “I’m just...exhausted. Sorry I am happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you.” You rub your eyes, “like you said, it’s late.” “It is late.” He agrees, “I’m finished here.” “O-oh that’s good..are you hurt at all?” “No, slow night...but.. why don’t we spend the night together? Since we’re both here.” He didn’t need to see the state of your apartment. “U-uh okay yeah we can go to yours..” “You’re closer.” He raises his eyebrows, letting his goggles fall around his neck, “and you just bought stuff. I’m assuming it’s for your apartment not mine.” He peeks into the bag, “I don’t remember sending you a midnight shopping list.” “W-well yeah but there’s school tomorrow and you’re closer so it’s probably easier for you and-” “You’re an extra five minutes out.” He laughs at that, “and unless you trashed all my things in the week I went without seeing you I have plenty of stuff to wear at your place.” “Y-yeah I mean..that is true.” He raises one eyebrow at you, “so?” You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no, the mountain of dishes in your sink, the full washer and dryer and 2 baskets of unfolded laundry didn’t seem like an excuse, especially considering it was knowledge you wanted to withhold from him in the first place. “Y-yeah sure..it has been a while.” “Alright, let’s go then.” He reaches out and takes your bags from you batting your hand away as you try to stop him. “You’ve been working-” “I got it. It’s fine come on. You really shouldn’t be out so late by yourself you know.” “You’re probably right..” You murmur, making to follow him down the road. He doesn’t pry about your jittery state, he asks a few question about how your day went and seems to back down even more when you take a hold of his arm on your walk. “It really is slow tonight.” He looks around, “at least you picked a good night for a midnight excursion.” He nudges you a little playfully and you hum. You wanted to be more engaging but every step brought you closer to the impending doom that would be Shota seeing the abysmal state in which you were living. Once you get to the front door you realized you didn’t have your keys. “I...” You look at your shoes and he leans against the wall. “What’s up?” “I don’t have my keys..” “You really are lucky you ran into me.” He straightens up and shifts the bags to one arm to fish around in his pocket, “I’ve got one. Are you feeling alright?” You don’t reply because...well he’d figure it out. “Please don’t say anything rude.” You warble mostly to yourself as the lock clicks, he pushes the door open. “What do you mean don’t say anything rude, why would I-” He clicks the light on as he steps inside. Oh it��s worse than you remembered. How’d your laundry get to the couch? And why did you get a new glass every time you wanted water? Especially when you didn't drink it half the time. Everything is clearer in hindsight. “Oh.” He sets the bags down on the coffee table, which is really the only clear surface in a 10 foot radius of him. “I’m sorry.” You groan, slumping into the wall and scrubbing your face, “I’m so gross-” “I didn’t say that...But let me ask again.” He turns to you, “are you feeling alright?” “Not really no..” You look down again and he starts to pick up some of the glasses. “The sink isn’t any better..” You warn him, hugging your chest. “Yeah I figured.” He turns to you, arms full of various aspects of your mess. “Don’t look so guilty. Come on.” He nods you towards your kitchen, you figure the least you can do is pick up a few spoons, bowls and glasses on your way in. “You don’t have to clean up after my stupid mess I-” “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He shakes his head, “you don’t feel good. I wish you’d said something sooner. I would have come when you asked.” “Don’t feel bad.” You murmur, “I wasn’t ready anyways.” “Come here.” He holds an arm out and you cringe, “I probably smell terrible I haven’t-” “It’s okay. It’s all okay. I’m not holding any of this against you, no one is. Come on. Over here.” So you shuffle into his chest, eventually wrapping tired arms around his ribs. “Does this help?” He’s rubbing long strokes up your back, his palm his firm against you every stroke pushing you a little closer. You just nod into his chest. “Did something happen? Did someone upset you? Or are you just having a hard time right now?” “I’m just having a hard time.” You reply, trying not to let your voice sound to wet or warbly. “Cry if you want to. If you need to. It’s okay. I won’t hold that against you either. Sometimes the best thing you can do is cry. I’ll be here for you while you do.” It’s not loud hiccup-y sobs, you aren’t bawling and sniffling. It sounds just as tired as the rest of you, it’s listless and exhausted and downright empty. It honestly hurt him to hear it a little. He’s been there too. One hand holds the back of your head the other keeps running those lines up your back pressing between your shoulder blades. “What do you think about taking a shower?” His fingers glide along the hem of your tee shirt, grazing your neck lightly. “It’s not that I don’t want to-” “I know. Hey, I know.” He pulls you away and slicks your hair back, “but you’re neglecting your body right now. Even if you don’t mean to. Your skin and hair will be really thankful for a shower right now. How can I help you get there?” He takes you to the bathroom and carefully undresses you going as far to turn the shower nob for you. “Sit if you need to.” He reminds you, gathering your clothes off the ground, “I’m going to leave the door open so call me if there’s anything you can’t do, but I’ll come check on you in 10 minutes okay? Is there anything you don’t want me touching or cleaning without you? Is there anything that’s off limits?” “No...it’s okay...I just feel bad you’ve been working and now-” “Don’t feel bad. I’m not doing anything that you wouldn’t do for me. Take your shower, I’ll come back in a few minutes after I fold up the laundry out here. Try to stay focused.” “Thank you.” You nod and squeezes your shoulder. “You’re welcome. And thank you for trusting me.” He helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel. In the time you’d spent in the shower he’d gotten most of your dishes into the dish washer and you could see your couch again. “New sheets.” He kisses your temple, “you ready to go to sleep?” You nod as he tosses a tee shirt to you. “Tomorrow morning you’re gonna eat a good breakfast with me right?” “I don’t really have much to cook with-” “We’ll make it work.” He leans back against the pillows, “don’t worry about it now. Right now just focus on getting some sleep, real genuinely restful sleep. Wake me up if you need me.”

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doberbutts · 3 years ago

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Hey! Thank you for answering my question about your butt length hair vs mine it was really informative! I had no idea a POC's hair that looked so short could actually be THAT long. It really does put in perspective all those posts I have seen about black vs white hair care since mine despite how long, is very easy with just brush 2x a day, basic washing, air dry and an occasional detangler spray so I never have to do anything with it really. I appreciate the learning!

So just my hair alone at its current length is:

Wash only once a week- shampoo first, then conditioner but don't wash it out leave the conditioner in until I'm done doing LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE in the show and *then* I can rinse.

IMMEDIATELY put my shea butter leave in on it while still wet, wrap it and leave it like that for at least 12hrs.

Overnight put in either coconut oil (for scalp) or argan oil (for hair) and wrap again and leave it til morning.

Put whatever oil I hadn't put in, in the morning. Wrap for 24.

And THEN I can start styling it. So that means if I wash my hair on Monday (usually), by Wednesday morning I can start styling it. Sometimes I wash once every two weeks but that is really pushing the limits on what my scalp can take since I have very dry and sensitive skin. The longer I take to wash my hair the more pimples I get on my scalp and they can be very painful and annoying.

When styling I use my leave in as well as usually argan oil and I very rarely use combs or brushes anymore. Usually I finger comb because otherwise it is too harsh for my hair. Over-combing/brushing can actually be damaging to black hair worn naturally and out of a protective style, so it's best to be as gentle as possible. Really I only use a comb when I am trying to tease it into a specific style (like if I'm getting cornrows in), otherwise my comb mostly sits unused on the sink. I have a bamboo afro pick and a boar's hair brush that I used to use with more regularity when I kept my hair short but I use neither of them now with my hair longer. SOMETIMES if I'm having a hard time telling if the oil is evenly distributed through my hair I will comb as I apply oils.

Every night I wrap it and I sleep on a fake suede pillow and a silk pillowcase to protect my hair. I also am more likely to NOT style it and simply wrap if it I know my hair will be rained on or if the sun is too harsh that day or if I just don't have time to bother with it that day before work- doing so REQUIRES that I take extra care of it the next day. This is because it's not in a protective style, so it's very easy to damage it as it currently is. Protective styles were done in part to protect our hair and scalps because of how it grows differently to white people's hair.

I also only use products marketed to black hair and usually specifically to black men- I saw a huge change in the way my hair responded when I began using black men's shampoo and conditioner vs what's marketed to black women or just non-race-specific (so white as default).

It probably seems like a lot and it is compared to various white friends of mine who run a brush through their hair in the morning and shower with some fucking Pantene at night and call it a day, but I actually find the process to be quite rhythmic now that I'm used to it. It also has allowed me the ability to touch my hair without guilt, both because I'm no longer actively damaging my already sad damaged hair by touching it and because I no longer can feel damage (except maybe some split ends but everyone gets those over time) the second I run my hand through my hair. I spent a very long time as a child barred from the ability to touch my own hair so this has been a very healing process to go through the regrowth period with my hair after shaving myself bald almost two years ago.

I did a LOT of research because when I was a child, we neither had as many product options to take care of my hair nor was there as much information on different hair types and how to work with them, and so I never knew what to do for my hair and it felt very miserable and discouraging. So when I said, fuck it, I'm getting locs or at least I will try very hard, and to do so requires healthy hair... I made sure to research every last detail on how to keep my hair happy and healthy.

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hale-13 · 3 years ago

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Conditioned

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 16 - Touch Starved

“Can I take a shower?” Peter blurted out, shifting uncomfortably. He felt gross from the dried sweat and the bloody residue that was left on his scalp and around his hair line felt the intense need to get cleaned - broken arm be damned.

Words: 2084, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Helen Cho

TW: Literally None - Just Fluff

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

“Well Peter, I see no reason why you should have to stay here any longer as long as you promise to actually rest and allow yourself to heal,” Helen said firmly but with a smile toward him and Peter nearly sagged with obvious relief.

“Oh thank god,” he said he’d, already struggling in his attempts to climb out of the MedBay bed he had been sentenced to since the day before with some help from Tony. He flinched a little as he tweaked his sore arms, moving the wrong way, but trying to keep his muscles as relaxed as possible to prevent any further damage. His recovery is going to be annoying enough as it is without making it worse.

In his most recent fight against the Shocker the night before, he had caught a direct hit on his right arm which had successfully and cleaning broken his radius and ulna in two. In his haste to get away and then catch himself on a poorly shot strand of webbing he had dislocated his left shoulder. The pain had been so stunning he had barely been able to finish webbing up Shocker and get away before the police showed up.

It probably didn’t do much to help the injuries when he had swung back to the Tower but he had been numb and delirious by that point so he probably wasn’t really thinking straight. He does remember Tony not being super impressed with him when he nearly passed out as soon as he landed.

“I’m serious about resting,” Dr. Cho warned him as she helped him settle his, still sore and recently reduced, arm into a sling. “You need to take it easy for at least another few days or you’ll risk re-injury and possibly surgery.”

“Oh that shouldn’t be a problem,” Tony said breezily. “I have no problem cuffing him to a bed if I have to.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter whined, trying to stand and balance without using either of his arms – it was much harder than he thought it would be – and already trying to edge toward the door. Tony just quirked up an eyebrow at him.

“Your aunt, definitely against her better judgement and with an amazing amount of misplaced trust, is letting you stay here with me so you don’t get into any more trouble during your convalescence so if you could just work with me for a couple of days here that would be much appreciated,” he told Peter very pointedly with a final wave at Helen as he herded Peter toward the elevator at the end of the hall.

Peter just rolled his eyes at his mentors dramatics but allowed himself to be directed – to tell the absolute truth, his arms still hurt pretty badly and he wasn’t really looking forward to his oral painkillers (that made him sleepy and emotional) and his anti-inflammatories (that made him into a right bastard if he was being honest) and trying to convince Tony that he didn’t need either. He wasn’t super confident about his success rate with that. “Can I take a shower?” He blurted out, shifting uncomfortably. He felt gross from the dried sweat and the bloody residue that was left on his scalp and around his hair line.

“You know that you can’t get your cast wet,” Tony reminded him holding up a hand when Peter opened his mouth to interrupt. “I mean, I suppose I can wrap it in a bag or something if you really want to shower that bad.”

“Yes please,” Peter eagerly agreed. Ever since the Bite all of his senses had been more sensitive but none more so than his sense of smell and he wasn’t a particularly big fan of the fact that he could currently smell himself. It made his skin crawl and was completely disgusting.

“Alright then,” Tony nodded. “Shower first and then a movie marathon slash prescribed nap directly after. Do we have a deal then Mr. Parker?”

“Only if we can get pizza for dinner later,” Peter bartered as the elevator opened up on Tony’s floor of the compound. “With pineapple this time,” he continued with a wrinkled nose, “the olives you got last time were disgusting!”

“You have astonishingly terrible taste but yes fine. Pizza later.” Tony nodded, herding both of them into the kitchen with a single-minded determination. The Wal-Mart and cling wrap cast protection apparatus Mr. Stark rigged together left a fair amount to be desired in the looks department but was completely functional when it came to water-proofing which was good enough for Peter.

It took some skill to slip away from his mentor but Peter was soon slipping into his room, struggling to get out of the sling on his own and finally succeeding. It made him wince from the extra pain it caused but it didn’t overshadow the relief of doing it on his own. He knew his limits from previous dislocations and knew that it was crucial to not overdue it while the joint was healing or he risked the chance of re-injury and, as Dr. Cho had reminded him earlier, surgery.

With a grimace, Peter rested that arm across his stomach and used his bagged up right arm to pull his shirt over his head. He was barely able to manage it when it pulled at his sore muscles and broken bones. Maybe he should use a button down or zippered hoodie instead.

Thanks to FRIDAY (bless her seriously), the water of his shower was already running and warmed up to his preferred setting of skin melting and he was quick to turn his back into the spray and luxuriate under it for an extended time. The high pressured water felt amazing on his back and shoulders, loosening up the knots and clenched muscles and providing relief.

“You doing okay in there kid? You drown yet?” Tony asked, knocking on the door and indiscernible amount of time later and knocking Peter out of his stupor.

“I’m good!” Peter called back, hurriedly reaching out for his body wash and cloth painfully and cleaning himself up to the best of his – limited – ability. By the time he was ready to wash his hair and hairline he felt exhausted and achy despite the excellent water pressure and all the good work it and the heat had done to relieve the pain in his shoulder and back. “Fuck,” he cursed, trying to lift his arm above chest level and spectacularly failing, finding himself unable to without making his muscles seize.

Peter was pretty bendy due to his powers so he attempted a couple different contortions to reach his head before just flat out giving up, turning off the water and taking his towel off the heated towel rack installed in the bathroom (rich people – seriously). It took longer than Peter cared to admit, but he was able to dry and dress himself in sweats and a zippered hoodie. He was even able to shuck the bag off his cast with little struggle so he was feeling pretty decent when he ventured into the living room with his hair sopping wet and dripping onto his shoulders since he wasn’t able to adequately dry it. Whatever. It would dry on its own eventually.

“And what’s all this supposed to be?” Tony asked, glancing up from his phone and wrinkling his nose but not moving from where he was leaned against the counter in the kitchen. “Why are you dripping all over my floor?”

Peter fought off a blush and tried to hunch his shoulders, stopping when it hurt. “I couldn’t reach up to get my hair,” he grumbled, failing to completely push down his blush.

“I guess that explains all the blood still caked in there,” Tony hummed, leaning over to move the dampened curls around to look at the blood still matting some of his hair together and crusting up around his scalp. “Well that’s pretty easily remedied. Welcome to the salon Underoos,” Tony said, pulling over one of the barstools and setting it in front of the kitchen sink, gesturing for Peter to sit.

“Uh… what?” Peter questioned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“I’ll wash your hair for you,” Tony clarified, looking pointedly between Peter and the stool again. “Just sit down while I go and grab some things!” And, with that, he took off in the direction of the bedrooms and associated en suites.

Peter, still pretty confused but (mostly) trusting his mentor, sat down unsteadily on the stool just as Tony came back around the corner with an armful of towels, shampoo and conditioner bottles along with a wide-toothed comb and an expensive looking hair dryer. He triumphantly arranged everything on the counter next to the deep sink and wrapped one of the towels around Peter’s neck. “Lean back buddy,” Tony said, using a finger to push on the center of Peter’s forehead until he gave in and let himself be pushed back to lean back with his head in the sink.

Doing his best to ignore the weirdness of it all (weirdness was pretty common around Tony Stark after all), Peter closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his stomach as the water turned on. He tensed up a little when he felt fingers start dragging through his hair but was quick to relax and release the tension in his body under the careful massage of his mentor’s hands through his hair and the warm water cascading across his scalp. He let out a little hum of contentment.

Tony let out a soft chuckle, squirting a healthy dollop of the shampoo into his hands and lathering it up before applying it to Peter’s hair, working through the snarls and tangles with care and scrubbing the leftover blood out of the curls. Peter went nearly boneless under his ministrations and Tony would definitely be lying if he said he didn’t milk the washing and conditioning portion at least a little bit. He knew that Peter had to be feeling pretty miserable and it settled something buried deep inside him to provide just a little extra comfort.

All too soon, though, he had rinsed out the last of the conditioner leaving Peter’s hair clean and dripping as he turned off the water. Peter made no move to get up or to open his eyes, breathing deeply and seemingly on the very verge of sleep, so Tony grabbed one of the towels and started to wring the extra water out of the kid’s hair, running the towel through it cautiously. “Just need you to sit up for a second here kiddo okay? Then you can nap, scout’s honor.”

Peter grunted and grumbled but did slit his eyes open and let Tony help him sit up, swaying back and forth and little on the stool and Tony ran the towel through his hair a couple more times to really get rid of the water as much as possible. He dropped the towel on the counter in exchange for the comb and the hair dryer. He ran the comb through the mess a few times before starting the hair dryer up. Peter practically melted as the warmed air fluffed up his curls. It didn’t take long to dry at all and, by the time he was done, Peter was listing forward nearly into Tony’s chest.

“Couch or bed buddy?” Tony asked with a fond smile, running his hands through Peter’s warmed and clean hair.

“Couch,” Peter muttered, leaning into his petting and making Tony’s chest warm up. This kid… god. He ended up supporting most of Peter’s weight but was able to quickly get him lying face down on the supple cushions with his head pillowed on one of the throw pillows resting on Tony’s lap, the ratty fleece blanket Tony kept draped over they back of the couch draped over him and a heating pad resting across his healing shoulder.

“Let’s start a Star Wars marathon FRI. Volume at thirty percent,” FRIDAY was quiet as she dimmed the lights and started the movie, the familiar logo and music making Peter relax even further into the couch, completely gone. As the opening theme ended and the camera panned to the shots of Leia’s ship, he felt Mr. Stark’s hand rest on his back, digging into the knotted muscles of his back.

It maybe wasn’t ideal to mess up his arms so much but, Peter thought, he couldn’t think of a better way to spend his recovery.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump16 #Prompt: Touch Starved #irondad #spider man #Summer of Whump 2021

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blueskrugs · 4 years ago

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Green Apple | Nolan Patrick

I don’t really know where this came from, only that it came into my head and I couldn’t get it out for days. I don’t love it, I’m not gonna lie; it might get deleted later. Also, by the time I finished this I had a migraine so bad I was nauseous, and I would’ve done anything for someone to play with my hair.

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You watched as Nolan jammed a Flyers hat over his hair before he left for practice. You knew it was dirty, and you didn’t know the last time he had washed it. Really, you could never understand what he had against washing his hair.

You were fussing around in the kitchen making lunch when Nolan got home a couple hours later. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and shoving his face against your neck. You leaned back into the hug; Nolan smelled clean and like the shitty soap he tended to use after practices. He lingered in silence for a moment before he mumbled something into your skin.

“Speak up, Pat,” you laughed.

“Hair smells good,” he said, pulling away just enough to talk before burying his face again.

“Thanks, I washed it,” you replied, elbowing Nolan in the stomach. “You should try it sometime.” Nolan just bit your shoulder lightly in response. “Do you want food?” you asked.

“Nah, I ate at the rink. I’m gonna play some CoD with TK, though.” “You literally just saw him at practice!”

Nolan ignored you and walked out into the living room to flop on the couch with his controller.

It wasn’t until later, as you watched Nolan’s hair flop into his face as he yelled at TK through his headset, that he hadn’t, in fact, washed his hair again. You stretched out your legs from the other end of the couch to poke Nolan in the thigh with your toes.

“Pat. Patty. Nols.” You watched idly as Nolan died on screen; you thought you could hear TK’s chirps from through his headset. He muttered a, “Hold on,” to TK before he pulled off his headset and looked over at you. “What do you have against washing your hair?” you asked as you watched Nolan push his hand through his hair.

He spluttered, his cheeks turning a bit pink. You raised your eyebrows, waiting as he struggled to come up with a response.

“Too much work?” he finally settled it on, not really meeting your eyes. You groaned and stood up, reaching out and pulling Nolan up with you.

“Go wait in the kitchen, you idiot.” Nolan’s apartment shower didn’t have a bathtub, and you weren’t really in the mood to climb in the shower with Nolan. You waited until he shuffled off into the kitchen before heading into the bathroom to grab the shampoo and conditioner you kept there and his towel.

Nolan was leaning against the sink when you came back, arms crossed awkwardly across his chest. You dumped the bottles on the counter and dragged a stool over from the island before manhandling Nolan into sitting, leaning against the counter in front of the sink. He glared up at you.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m bored, and your hair is a fucking mess, babe.” Nolan rolled his eyes, but settled in, letting you tilt his head back. You reached up to turn the water on and pull out the spray hose from its spot beside the faucet. Nolan flinched as you sprayed his hair, which meant more of his face got wet than anything else. “Hold still, bud. I don’t wanna hear you whining all night if you make me get shampoo in your eye.”

Nolan cracked one eye open to glare at you again. You reached down and flicked his nose before focusing on getting the rest of his hair wet. You grabbed the shampoo from beside you, dumping some into your hand and leaning back over Nolan to lather it into his hair. He stretched into it a little as you scratched your fingernails against his scalp. You laughed at the pleased look on his face.

“Mm, feels good,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. You scratched your nails a little harder against his scalp this time, and he stretched his neck again, cat-like.

“Did your head hurt today?” you murmured, reaching to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

“Not anymore,” he mumbled back, as you watched the bubbles wash down the drain. He started to sit up and reach for his towel, but you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“Not so fast, babe. I’m not done yet.” Nolan whined, shifting on his stool.

“My neck hurts, though,” he complained. You ignored him and reached for your conditioner.

He relaxed again as you ran the conditioner through his hair; it was really getting long, you mused. Next you’d have to convince him to get a haircut. Nolan kept fidgeting as you rinsed the conditioner out too. It was calming to run your fingers through his hair. You lost yourself in it a little bit, even though you bumped Nolan with your hip when he pulled his phone out and started playing on it.

“You’re gonna drop your phone on your face,” you said. Nolan rolled his eyes at you, but closed his eyes again. You stayed like that for a couple more minutes, just carding your fingers gently through Nolan’s hair until he relaxed, melting into the cabinets.

When you straightened up to turn off the water, he grabbed your wrist with a pout. You laughed, tossing the towel over his face. “I didn’t want you to stop,” he said from underneath the towel.

“C’mon, we can go to the couch, but my back was starting to hurt.”

Nolan followed you back to the bathroom to steal his comb before plopping down on the floor in front of the couch, legs crossed haphazardly on the floor. The TV stayed off as he let you comb out the knots in his damp hair. You fidgeted with the ends for a moment before carefully sectioning pieces off and beginning to braid them. From your spot behind Nolan, you could watch as his eyes closed the tension dropped out of his shoulders. You both sat like that for a while; time passed slowly, calmly. You would braid sections of Nolan’s hair before running your fingers through the plait and starting over. You were pretty sure Nolan was falling asleep.

Later, as the sunset outside the apartment windows, with the remnants of takeout spread out across the coffee table, you laid on the couch with Nolan sprawled against your chest. Your fingers were back in his hair, now dry, scratching along his scalp as you both absently watched the Penguins play the Rangers on the TV. Nolan was boneless on top of you– and honestly a little heavy. You pressed your nose to his hair as Kreider scored, and Nolan let out a half-hearted cheer.

“Your hair smells good, babe,” you said, brushing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Smells like green apple,” Nolan mumbled back. “Smells like you.”

#cait writes things #nolan patrick #nolan patrick fic #nolan patrick imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nolan please wash your hair

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